#remus lupin fan fiction

[wzrd-wheezes]

could i request a short imagine with remus x fem reader, where they’re best friends, and one day in the library while remus is talking about some book he’s passionate about, the reader just kisses him??? thank u!!!

Ink-Stained Fingers - Remus Lupin x Reader.

AN - this was such a cute request and i had so much fun writing it! thank you so much <3

Y/N’s fingers were stained with ink from her quill as she frantically scribbled on a particularly long roll of parchment, desperately trying to finish her potions essay that was due in the morning. Remus sat opposite her, his feet propped up on the table and a book gripped between his fingers.

“How many times have you read that one, then?” Y/N asked, glancing up at him.

“Dunno.” he replied, barely looking up, “Five maybe?”

Y/N smiled to herself, returning her attention to her homework. Remus would usually keep her company on her late night study sessions in the library when she was cramming in her homework last minute. She wasn’t as organised as he was usually.

Remus’ fingers toyed idly with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper as he read. By the looks of it, it was a book that he’d read over and over. The edges of the pages had gone fuzzy like they had been thumbed through many times and his brow furrowed as his eyes danced over the words.

“I can lend it you if you want?” Remus broke the silence.

“Are you feeling alright?” Y/N laughed, “James asked to borrow one of your books the other day and you looked like he’d just asked you to sacrifice your first born child!”

Remus chuckled, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“That was only ‘cause I know he wouldn’t look after it,” he said, “knowing him he’d probably leave it somewhere.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, dipping her quill back into the pot of ink and carrying on writing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Remus reach down to retrieve something from his bag. He took out a quill and ink and began flicking quickly through the pages of his book.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, not looking up from the piece of parchment in front of her.

“‘M just writing you some notes in the margins,” he muttered, clearly deep in thought, “y’know, for when you read it.”

Her eyes snapped up to look at him and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Remus was biting down on his lip as he scribbled down his notes, a crease forming between his brows. It was as if he couldn’t get the words down on the pages quick enough.

“This is one of my favourites, you know?” he spoke, “The characters are so well thought out and the way that it’s written is honestly…”

He went on, telling her every detail of the story telling without trying to ruin it for her. His lips pulled into a smile as he spoke, the words spilling effortlessly out of his mouth. His eyes were wide and shining with excitement and Y/N had lost track of what he was saying, completely in awe of how passionately he was speaking about the book.

Y/N didn’t know why she did it, but before she had even registered what she was doing, she had leaned across the table and kissed him. She caught him mid sentence, his mouth slightly open and his lips soft against hers. Y/N pulled away quickly, her eyes widening and her heart pounding.

“If you wanted me to shut up you only had to tell me.” Remus laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry - I don’t know why I did that!” Y/N panicked, “Shit. you’re my best friend-”

This time Remus cut her off. Leaning over the table and grabbing her face with his hands. The kiss this time was more sure, his lips confident against hers, his hand resting on her jaw. He tried to pull her closer to him to deepen the kiss when all over a sudden they were distracted by a dull thud as something hit the wood of the table.

Looking down, they saw that the pot of ink had been knocked over, the dark liquid spilling across the table and seeping onto the the roll of parchment where Y/N was writing her essay. She let out a gasp, trying to snatch her work away from the ink that was spreading at a rapid pace.

“Don’t worry about it.” Remus said, taking the paper from her hands and dropping it to the floor, his eyes still fixed on hers. The ink had got on his fingers too, and he chuckled as he looked at them. “I’ll help you write another one.”

His lips quickly found Y/N’s again, their ink stained fingers intertwining.

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[allllium]

Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

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[aeaean--bliss]

the madonna | chapter one: arrival

summary: It's 1985. The English countryside swells with the day's remains of midsummer heat as you make your way towards the gate, longs strands of grass nipping at your calves.

It's a good time to get away. Old and distant family friends have taken you in against your wildest imagination, following torturous personal circumstances and a recent mental breakdown. Here, where you can live with purpose among people who care about you, you can slowly begin to rest and recover in the secluded privacy of the Burrow.

Now would be a really bad time for you to run into the most traumatic ex-fling of your life, wouldn't it?

pairing: remus lupin x reader

genre: non-magic!AU; farmhand remus!AU

word count: 4k

warnings/tags: blood, injury, mental breakdown, mental health issues (mostly anxiety and depression), shitty parents, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, swearing, mentions of violence, orphanhood, smut (eventually), a lot of self-deprecation, tension, pining, arguing, etc.

author's note: minors DNI! please read the warnings. this series is taking all i have to write, and a lot of it is just me projecting. i hope it resonates with at least some of you.

chapter index

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chapter one | arrival

The night’s a dewy one; wet and almost, almost , cold, with a fog that hangs heavy around your head.

“Y/N. So good to see you, love.”

She means well. The sincerity in her eyes and the warmth in her smile tells you as much. But there’s something in her voice that sounds a little too much like pity. Her clammy palm cups your cheek, adding to the itchy layer of grime that seems to coat every inch of your skin. 

Still, you smile. 

“Molly.”

She shoves a cup into your hands. She’s gone before you have a chance to thank her. 

Can’t stand this English Breakfast shit.

Placing the cup on the mantle, you wrap an arm around the waist of each twin in the armchair and lift them up before settling in yourself. 

Every joint in your body aches. Your wrists feel weak, like half the blood has drained from your body. The headache that’s been brewing since you got on the train this morning threatens to spark up again, pounding dully against your skull like a speaker pumping underwater. 

It’s just the travel. Travel, and inhaling shit air, and eating shit food, and being all cramped up. You’re not even sure you ate. Hard to tell when each day bleeds into the next and time goes by a million miles an hour and not at all. 

Small feet and hands dig into the flesh of your thighs and stomach. The twins settle either side of your waist, gurgling and babbling to themselves. You sit in silence, staring at a patch of carpet, restless nails picking at frayed threads on the tattered armrest. Someone enters the room, voices speak, but it all sounds muffled. It isn’t until Molly pushes a saucer of biscuits under your nose that you come to, blinking heavily and mumbling disjointedly.

“Thank you.”

Molly glances at the clock on the wall. It’s got nine hands, one for Molly, one for Arthur, and one for each of the children. Does she keep a stack of them in a drawer somewhere, to add one on whenever a new one comes along?

“It’s getting late,” she mutters. 

Is it?

The thought that you might be keeping them up gnaws at you. You’re about to offer to retire for the evening, to apologise and head off, when Arthur stands. He hums, brows furrowed as though in deep thought, and shuffles into the hallway. As the air grows heavy with silence, your gaze rests back on Molly. 

“You know, I might just…”

The words die on your lips. They must have barely been audible, anyway, judging by Molly’s lack of reaction.

The odd child meanders into the room as you wait for Arthur to return. Bill’s at that age where you pretend you’re an adult, unsurprised and unscared. He barely spares you a second glance as he steps over to his mother, asking for the whereabouts of his book on Britain’s Most Dangerous Deepwater Sea-Creatures. 

Charlie’s not quite there yet, lingering in the hallway and peeking around the doorframe with wide eyes and a long, floppy, pink tongue. It’s the toy in his hands that catches your eye, a bright green dragon with blue spikes and huge eyes. He holds it around its neck so tight it might just pop off. 

You beckon him over. His eyes dart to his mother, then back to you, then back to his mother. Then he steels himself and tiptoes towards you.

“Y/N.”

He blinks. He looks like he’s going to chicken out and back away. 

You pull your hand away from the mouth of a teething George, wiping his saliva off on your sleeve and reaching behind your head. Lifting one of the many pendants from around your neck, you slip the chain onto your finger and hold it out to the seven year old in front of you.

“It’s yours, if you want it,” you say softly.

He eyes it timidly, looking up at you, then down at the pendant, then up at you, then back down at the pendant. The pendant’s a photo coin you bought at a museum gift shop when you were young; it’s got a celtic dragon pressed into its centre and waves decorating the rim.

“Take it,” you whisper. 

He smiles shyly, before snatching the chain with clumsy hands and shuffling away, not taking his eyes off of it for a second. The movement excites the twins, who squeal, and giggle, and squirm in your arms. One of them accidentally slaps you in the face. The other tries to shove their hand in your face, getting their hand stuck in your necklaces. 

“Come here,” you sigh, taking the soft, small, pudgy hand in yours to ease it out of the knot of chains. 

Four heavy knocks pound somewhere in the distance. 

The chains have gotten caught up in your hair, now. The child tugs, and you lurch, dangerously close to getting your fingers tangled up in the mess. 

A door slams in the distance. The bairn pulls his hand back, threatening to take a chunk of your scalp out with it. You grab hold of his hand again, murmuring for him to keep still, to relax, to stop pulling-

Then, from the doorway, with a kind lilt and a Yorkshire accent that makes your blood run cold as ice, comes a soft, deep voice, and surely you must be ill. Surely, you must have caught some fatal, delayed-onset disease, because the fever that burns at your skin, rippling in waves and numbing your wrists, is anything short of natural.

It hurts. It actually hurts. 

“Where’d you like ‘em, Molly?”

You might pass out. Jesus, you can hear your heartbeat squelching in your ears. You can vaguely hear Molly fussing about the time and we were beginning to think you weren’t coming back tonight and- 

Back? 

Soft, small hands slap at your wrists when they notice your attention has drifted. 

What does she mean, back? 

You’re still trying to untangle the knot in your hair, fingertips trying and failing to set you free. You can just about see the lower half of him where you sit, hunched over, with toddler spit trailing down your forearm and a fist in your hair. You can see the way his shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows; see the sprigs of some kind of plant poking out from the handles of one of the plastic bags in his hands. 

He’s grown. Lived. Thrived, even, by the looks of things. 

It’s the smallest thing, but it fucks with your head. You haven’t grown, or lived, or thrived at all. You’re small. Ratty. Shrivelled, even, by the looks of things. 

As you finally detangle the child’s fingers from your hair, you get a proper look at him. He looks like he has friends. But not like he has to make any effort to keep them. Not even that; like it’s effortless for him to keep them. Like he’s got that kind of quiet magnetism. He looks like the type of guy someone else randomly brings to a night out and every friend of a friend tries to chat him up. Like he barely needs to say a word, but everyone still knows who he is and greets him when they see him.

What must he see when he looks at you? 

You feel sick.

You can see the exact moment he sees you because he frowns and cocks his head to the side. He says nothing as Molly’s fusses, eyes fixed on you with his lips barely parted, head half-turned to the side like it wants to tear away but can’t seem to force itself.

You’ve been sat by the fire too long; your face burns from it. Why they’ve lit a fire in mid-june is beyond you. 

“Now,” Molly says, waving you over, “Arthur’s set everything up for you, dear, though I’ve got to warn you, it’s no luxury hotel. That room’s barely been touched since there were farmers here, and that’s about fifty years ago, now…”

When did Arthur come back in?

“And Gideon told you about the plumbing, and the-”

“Yes,” you interject, heart beating in your throat, now, “Yes, thank you. Really, Molly, thank you so much. For everything.”

She carries on, turning to Remus. You feel lightheaded; so lightheaded, and it’s been such a long day and you’re exhausted, and she’s asked you something now, she’s actually asked you something and you can see her lips moving but you can’t hear a thing. 

“Sorry,” you say suddenly. “I’m just- I’m very tired. Could I maybe…?”

Is your voice really loud?

“Of course, dear,” Molly says, prying Arthur’s cup out of his hands. “You must be exhausted, all that travel. Here, Remus’ll walk you down, he’s staying in the other room. It’s no more than fifteen, twenty minutes down the road - will you manage?”

“Yes, I-,” you say, “that’s fine.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night if you like,” Arthur offers, insistently. “I wouldn’t want you walking down to that old shack at this hour of the night, why don’t-”

“She’s a grown woman, dear,” Molly fusses, reaching over to take Remus’ cup. 

When’d she find time to give him that?

They shoo the boys out and suddenly, in a heartbeat, the room is almost completely empty. 

Time slows way down, with a force that leaves your stomach surging like you’re on a plane taking a dive. This is the split second where Remus’ nonchalant facade breaks, when he first gets a good, up-close look at your face. Where he gets this look, this far-out and distanced look in his eyes, but you can’t make out what it is. And then it flashes before your eyes, dark and pained and sharp and twisted and it’s like you’ve both tapped into the same frequency for the millisecond it takes for the memory to flicker in front of your mind’s eye. 

Can he see the way your eyes gloss over?

“Remus, dear,” Molly’s voice tuts from behind him, “Would you mind? You’re just in the way, love.”

He doesn’t answer, eyes - not wide in surprise like yours, but narrowed; narrowed, unblinking, and concentrated. It fills your stomach with dread. Anything neutral in his surprise has melted away now that he’s had a moment to think and recollect. His forearms flex as he shifts the plastic bag in his hands to readjust the weight, head almost entirely cocked to the side as he stares at you, brows furrowed in something nearing anger and lips parted ever so slightly, like he might want to think about saying something but can’t quite decide what to say.

Surely they must have told him you’d be here?

“Remus?”

He almost jumps then, blinking and tearing his gaze away from you.

“‘course, Molly.”

His voice echoes in the room after he turns to let her through.

“Here,” Molly says, pulling the bag from your hands before you have a chance to hold on, “Remus’ll take that.”

Remus lets out what you can only describe as an affirmative grunt, just about polite enough for it not to be rude in front of Molly, grabbing your duffel by the strap and swinging it onto his shoulder. He’s gone out the door before you can say another word. 

You press a forced smile onto your lips and move to follow.

“What time will you be back tomorrow, dear?”

Molly’s unassuming tone chips away at you for reasons you can’t explain. 

“Not too late, Molly,” you mumble, tearing your eyes away from his back, flashing her what you hope looks like a tired but genuine smile and heading for the door, “Not too late.”

The old farmhouse down the lane from the Burrow is surrounded by overgrown weeds and old rubber tires. Some of the tires are as wide as you are tall, stacked on top of each other with tufts of green and yellow poking through the gaps in the threads.

The walk itself is less than quiet. He stalks in front of you, never closer than about six feet. Doesn’t even look back to check if you’re in tow. Though to be fair, besides actively diving into the brambles and brush that outline the lane, there’s not really anywhere you could go.

Bare wooden planks cover the floors, worn down from decades of use. There’s a simple, wood-burning stove in the corner of the front room, surrounded by stone walls. There are two doors on the back wall, one on the right, and one on the left. Two doors, two bedrooms. 

Two tenants , you remind yourself. 

This is where you live, now. On Gideon’s request, Molly and Arthur have been generous enough to let you stay here free of charge. It’s hard to pay rent when you can’t work. No one’s supposed to know you’re here, either, outside the Prewett-Weasleys.

And Remus Lupin, apparently. 

What the fuck is he doing here? You’ve not heard a word from or about him in years, literal years, and up he pops, like a jack-in-the-box. It’s knocked you for six; you drag your bag across the wooden floor into the room he didn’t stalk into and and sit down on the mattress, and then you just… sit there, staring out into the darkness until your eyes grow used to it and you can begin to see the outline of the handles on the dresser drawers on the opposite side of the room. 

Don’t even know how long it takes you to move, strip, and shuffle under the covers, but by the time you do, your joints are stiff and sore and the first signs of daybreak have begun to push through the thinly woven fabric of the curtains.

Remus must be long gone by the time you wake. It’s unsurprising; judging by how bright the sun is, you’re guessing you’ve slept in. You have a vague memory of almost waking a few hours ago and hearing the sound of rushing water outside. Gideon had mentioned that there wasn’t any indoor plumbing, but the way your nightclothes stick to your skin makes the thought of dousing yourself in a bucket of cold water outside a heavenly fantasy come to life. 

There’s no way to get lost on your way back to the Burrow; the farmhouse is at the end of a dead end, so your feet move on auto pilot. 

There’s shouting in the halls as you step through the open back door, echoing up the stairwells. Moving through the kitchen in shoes you probably should take off, you stick your head through the doorway and almost trip over the two tiny streaks of ginger that run into you as they head around the corner. They land on their bottoms and freeze to a halt with big, brown eyes that peer up at you and just look up, and up, and up until they reach your face. 

You tower over them, a ghastly vision with matted hair and sunken eyes, skin gaunt and discoloured. Moments tick by before you bend down to reach both hands out, one in the direction of either bairn. They blink.

You wiggle your fingers when the bairns don’t move, and something clicks behind their eyes as they heave themselves onto their feet and reach for your hands. Each twin grips two of your fingers tightly as you lead them down the hall, stooped low as they waddle along the tattered carpet in their nappies. You lead the boys through the doorway first, shuffling after them.

Molly stands behind an ironing board, one hand wrapped around a small bundle, the other resting on top of a nearby dresser. Her head darts up when she hears footsteps shuffling along the carpet. 

“Think these belong to you.”

The boys have taken a liking to you. You can’t imagine why. They cling onto your legs the minute you step into the open kitchen door and babble a thousand innocent questions in your direction without cessation.

It’s good. Idle hands make great feeding grounds for nervous breakdowns.

Molly’s got you peeling potatoes by the time Arthur and Remus get back. He’s working as a sort of farmhand, you’ve learned. Though the Weasleys aren’t really farmers, so you’re not sure how that works. But Arthur’s always fancied himself quite the handyman, so odds are he’s got things brewing. Plenty of farmers around these parts anyway, bound to be plenty of work to be done. 

The spuds rest in a net bag in front of you, a muddy brownish colour with green and yellow eyes poking through the gaps in the mesh. Molly’s upstairs trying to give the children a bath. Judging by the shrieks and howls echoing down the stairwell, it’s not going very well.

Molly’s left some record on, some woman warbling out of tune on a track that is ninety-five per cent harp. It’s got you dissociating, hands moving without thought, carving strips of potato skins onto a board in a steady rhythm. Tuber after tuber gets tossed into the pot. The ever-lasting scent of manure from the nearby fields doesn’t agree with your insides yet, and you can taste the bile on your tongue as the smell of starch and water from the skins hit your nose. 

Midsummer months bring heavy air, slick with sweetness and humidity and the type of heat that makes your clothes stick to every crevice and plane of you with sweat. You thought it was just you; just a summer’s day of physical labour in a house with terrible ventilation, but the air that hit your cheeks as you stuck your head out of a window in the stairwell was even warmer than the stale air inside. Right now, in the late evening when the fever breaks and a cool shade begins to descend over the fields, it feels like being let out of a car that’s been left in the sun for too long. Flesh on your cheeks, arms, and legs burning and swollen with warmth, you heave the back door open and inhale deeply through the nose, hand resting on the handle of the door to ground you. 

There’s that smell in the air that you only get in warm, humid places. It settles in your belly and calms your nausea. The bugs don’t even cross your mind. Bugs be damned. The setting sun is painting streaks of orange and pink over the cloudy skies. It feels like a dream, something not quite real, after months of being unable to feel your fingers and toes from piercing frost. For a moment, you feel like the sun could swallow you whole, pick you up and lift you and bring you in on yourself. You’re not sure how long you linger in the doorway; could be a minute, could be half an hour.

Your chores beckon, and you move to sit at the kitchen table. The soft strumming of the harp in the background seems less intrusive now; maybe it’s because the singer hasn’t sung a note in a minute. The pot begins to fill slowly, and your fingers begin to prune. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple but disappears before it can reach your cheek.

“Thought I might find you here.”

Shit. You suck in a sharp breath, droplets of crimson trickling down the crease of your thumb. You stick the throbbing digit in your mouth, wincing at the starch residue from the skins. 

From the corner of your eye, you see him pull a tissue out from a nearby box on the counter. You almost trip on your skirts as you lurch to your feet to grab the handles and heave the pot of potatoes onto the hob, threatening to slosh water all over the chipped tiles in your haste to avoid him trying to give it to you. But he lingers after you, coming up to lean against the counter beside you. 

He’s trying. Somewhere, deep down, you know he’s trying. The fact that he’s even talking to you is something, let alone the tissue hanging limply in his outstretched hand. But you can’t find it in you to pretend that you’re in the mood. Maybe you’re overtired. Maybe… maybe it’s something else. You yank the tissue out of his grasp unceremoniously, avoiding looking at his face and pressing it to your skin after rinsing it in the sink.

“So,” Remus says slowly, quietly feigning nonchalance as you wrap the tissue around your thumb, “what are you doing here, then?”

When he talks, it’s like he’s trying not to speak too loud. Everything sounds like it’s being murmured in your ear. You half expect to feel his breath on your neck. You remind yourself that he’s got some nerve talking to you in the first place. You purse your lips.

“What are you doing here?”

Something changes in Remus’ eyes, then. It’s like you’ve broken some sort of ice.

“If I’ve done something to offend you,” he begins, eyeing you with calculated caution. Like he’s testing the waters. “Or said something…”

“Then I’ll know you haven’t changed,” you supply. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn to the kitchen table and he moves, but he doesn’t follow you, instead lingering in the open space of the kitchen floor. He watches as you scrape peelings into the half-full bucket near the stove and grab its handle, almost yanking it off with the force of it. He makes a point of dipping his head slightly and cocking it to the side as you dry your hands aggressively with a fraying kitchen towel so as to better look you straight in the eye. He keeps his eyes on you unapologetically as you pass him, pushing through to the back door to make your way to the garden. 

You can’t tell if he follows you out. You don’t want to turn around to look. You stalk towards the compost heap on the far side of the field, a shabby thing held up by rotting planks of wood, poorly nailed together. Must be Arthur’s handiwork. Everything he lays his hands on begins to tear at the seams as soon as he’s done. He’s got a copy of some DIY manual from 1958 proudly displayed in the sitting room; its spine has almost fully disintegrated and the letters on the front have faded from years opposite a south-facing window, but it remains surrounded by trinkets and charms like a holy book on the mantelpiece. 

Gnats buzz around your ears. You slop the contents of the bucket onto the growing heap and turn, all too quickly, and nearly jump out of your skin when you see him directly in front of you. The bucket clatters dully against the grass as only plastic can, hitting the ground with the edge of its curved lip and bouncing off behind him. 

“Heard you’re living here, now. Permanently”

“Hearing all sorts of things, you are,” you mutter, almost out of breath as you push past him again and stoop to retrieve the bucket. 

He beats you to it, snatching it just out of your reach.

“Something about you needing to get away from something?”

“What do you care.”

Swipe. Miss. 

“Of course I care,” he drawls, walking backwards with quick, hurried steps to stay ahead of you as you move to lunge for the bucket. “What, your folks finally given up on ya?”

“Well you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

It’s a nasty thing to say. It’s really nasty. So nasty it makes you feel repulsed that you could even formulate such a thought, let alone choose to say it out loud. Because he was at least partly joking, and there’s no way you can spin it so you don’t look like a horrible, horrible person. His feet stumble as his expression falls, face becoming slack. And in that moment he looks every bit the beautiful, tormented twenty-five year old he is. Golden, freckled skin glows in the setting sun; bright green eyes pained and beaten.

Then he pulls himself together. 

“See you haven’t changed either.”

That’s a bit uncalled for. You’ve never had a go at him because of his parents before, and you don’t appreciate the insinuation. It causes you physical pain that he clocked you on the first try, though. It annoys you. Why is he pretending he knows anything about you? Your skin begins to burn again, and your eyes threaten to puff up like you’ve been stung. 

You snatch the bucket out of his hands and stalk back to the main house. 

He doesn’t follow you back in.

© @aeaean–bliss​; do not copy, repost or translate any of my works.

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[fictive-fodder]

But we ain’t done yet!!

Remus & “15 - things you said kissing me goodnight” because I MISS HIM and I want your particular brand of him back in my life GOD DAMN IT.

Cries in Painting ending. ;;

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Since you referenced Painting, this will be in that same universe. I hope you enjoy it.

Remus was smiling, his eyes closed. You couldn’t see this for yourself but you could feel the curl of his smile against your cheek. Remus’s hands ran down your sides, fingers pushing against your ribs as you drew in breaths. He always did this, always curling over and against you- the one time he seemed comfortable utilizing his full height and size. It made you feel sheltered and blind to the greater world as you were enveloped in scarred, sun warmed arms. 

The low light of dusk was a plush, velveteen ambience that felt so far away. Behind Remus, dim torchlight captured your awareness only faintly, dancing over your vision as Remus’s weight swayed against you, pushing you back up against the wall of the corridor. 

Your hands rose to grasp his shoulders, but steadying him was a halfhearted task. Goosebumps erupted down your spine as you felt his lips part against the skin of your jaw. He whimpered, a sigh of faux regret. 

“I shouldn’t have gone so far-“ it was a hum against your neck more than a sound. His voice became so low when he drank. “Now I can’t do this properly…” 

A sighing, dismissive laugh escaped you. 

“Don’t laugh at me…” Remus whined, voice half whisper half growl, but he was already laughing at himself- a deep chuckle that rolled through him and jostled you. 

You shifted, maneuvering him so that you could pull his face from hiding against your neck. You pushed your cool fingertips to his pink cheeks, holding his face slightly away from you. He looked back at you with heavy lidded, hazy eyes.

“Noo-” he groaned, eyebrows arching into a tragic line. “Let me-” Remus turned his head and began kissing the heel of your palm, your fingertips, and up your wrist.

“Merlin’s beard-” you whispered, pulling your hands away, you pivoted away from him. Ever since Hogsmeade, the boundaries between you and Remus had become less and less.  He had made a habit of walking you to your quarters at night, wishing you a pleasant sleep and leaving you with a kiss. 

You took a step forward, closer to your door, but one of Remus’s long arms scooped you up and pulled you backwards closer to him. You were thankful that he couldn’t see the grin that spread across your face for fear of encouraging him. 

“I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink…” he breathed, resting his chin on the top of your head, tucking you into him once again. “I want to kiss you but I’ll be shit, sorry as.” 

Your heart did a strange little flip when Remus swore, it was so rare for him to. He sounded close to tears or close to laughter, it was difficult to determine which. Admittedly, you’d never seen Remus drink much, with the night he graduated and this random evening being the only exceptions. You weren’t completely sober either, after Minerva had encouraged everyone in the staff lounge to try some limited label Butterbeer she’d procured  from her hometown over winter break. You had enjoyed it, Remus had loved it. 

Remus’s hands had discovered the sides of your torso again. Your breath hitched as he pushed his hands up over the swell of your chest. You closed your eyes as one of his hands came to wrap about the nape of your neck, the other cradling your jaw. He moved to kiss the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

Your eyes shot back open as you heard footsteps at the end of the corridor. “Alright-” you groaned, pulling yourself out from under Remus’ grasp. “C’mon then- I don’t think you can make it back to your rooms.” you said quietly, glancing nervously at the end of the hall as you grabbed Remus by the wrists and started walking backwards to your door. 

“Hmm-” Remus purred, one eyebrow raising at the prospect. 

“No!” you hissed, wrenching open your door haggardly. What was worse- for a faculty member to see you throwing Remus into your bedroom, or for him to wander the hallway drunk and alone? “Get in here.” you begged with gritted teeth as you threw your weight into pulling him through your doorway. Remus obliged, stumbling in with an ecstatic smile. 

“Oh- this isn’t my classroom…” he frowned, looking over his shoulder at you as you closed the door. “It’s not class time, it’s bedtime, Professor Lupin.” you grumbled, but this elicited an even worse expression of satisfaction from him, and you had to resist kicking him. 

“I don’t know if I’m tired yet-” he argued, as you placed both your hands on his back and pushed him towards your bed. You glanced up to the ceiling as if in prayer, ignoring him. Remus fell heavily against your mattress, you couldn’t help but blush as he looked up at you. 

With a very frustrated sigh you sat at the bottom of the bed, pulled Remus’ legs onto your lap, and began to untie his shoes. You hadn’t even finished taking off the first shoe when you heard him snoring softly.  

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[everybodyhatesari]

Sometimes I get happy bc of a fanfic then remember I’m reading a fanfic

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[wolvesandshine]

“For the love of god, we need to set them up together I can’t handle their pining.”

Remus sighed and dutifully nodded along to Sirius’s plans to get his best friends and little brother dating.

“You know you could always just tell them you approve of their relationship. They might just not be getting together because they’re worried about upsetting you.”

Sirius snorts loudly. “What’s upsetting me is watching them eyefuck each other in front of everyone. At least if they’re together I won’t need to see that.” Sirius visibly shudders at that as he adds. “I doubt either of them are even aware of their feelings to each other anyways. James would have definitely asked him out by now if he did.”

~

“You know sneaking around would be easier if we just told Sirius about us.”

“You just want to torment Sirius.”

Regulus laughs brightly and even now, after a month of dating, James feels a course of satisfaction run through him at the sound.

“Course I do. And I know for a fact that he bet that you would ask me out first.”

James groaned loudly after that. “I was going to! You just beat me to it.”

Regulus snorts loudly. “In what universe is stalking after me using a map considered trying to ask someone out on a date?”

“It’s better than just kissing me after beating my arse in quidditch!”

“Remind me again whose plan actually led us to start dating?”

James shook his head incredulously. “I just needed more time!”

Regulus smirks. “What? And miss all the time we could have spent together instead?”

James laughed softly before leaning in to kiss Regulus, enjoying the blush on the other boys cheeks.

After all he only had 30 more minutes before Sirius got suspicious.

#thoughts?? #first jegulus fanfic? y’all #mini one maybe #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders era #marauders #marauders era funny #marauders era textpost #jegulus fan fiction #jegulus one shot #marauders funny #fanfiction

[maddybthorne]

I love the trope where someone who cares about the Main Character or is just now getting to know them learns about all the dumb/impossible stuff they do and just kinda breaks. Like they’re not able to comprehend how this dumbass is alive. And then the MC is just trying to brush it off because they don’t understand what’s wrong

MC: “I may have done *insert impossible/extemy dangerous thing* but it’s fine everything worked out and it wasn’t that hard really”

Character B: “YOU WHAT?!? HOW?!?” *distressed and confused noises*

#fandom #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #draco malfoy #drarry #percy jackson #this is so Posideon is all those reading the books fics #and also Sirius and Remus about Harry #and Arthur finding about Merlin and all he has done #bbc merlin #merlin #fan fiction #arthur pendragon #sirius black #remus lupin #I think I tagged too much #oh well

[marauderstars]

Fic excerpt:

“Do you think Regulus is better looking than Sirius?” James asks.

Remus looks at him, aghast. “Nobody’s better looking than Sirius, Prongs,” he says as though it’s a fact. Which it is.

#fan fiction #wolfstar #jegulus #starchaser #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus x sirius #harry potter #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #regulus and james #regulus black #jegulus fandom #marauders fandom

[jeansworld16]

I think a lot of people who have mental health problems like fan fiction because it gets them out of reality and feels like a safe space (I am also talking about my self so dont be mad this so just what I think)

#mental illness #marauders era #jegulus #wolfstar #marauders #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #harry potter #fan fiction #fan fic writing #mental health #talking about myself

[buttercupd1ed]

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER: YOUNG REMUS LUPIN X READER

Summary: Remus is tired but he denies it.

Remus goes through the cramped and closed corridors of the train to the back where his friends, the Marauders, are. He finally arrives and enters the cabin they're in.

"Morning Moony," greets Sirius with a grin, now that everyone is finally complete. 

"Hey guys," Remus greets him back with his raspy morning voice. He would always be wide awake and energetic at six in the morning.. what happened with him?

"Too sleepy to notice me, huh?" You tease with a soft voice and a chuckle, then he turns his head to you and widens his eyes a bit in surprise.

"Sorry Buttercup, I'm just really tired.." He groans as he slides his bag on top of the bag rack. He then takes the empty seat next to you.

"Take a rest, Remus. You've got dark circles under your eyes," says Peter who's just looking out for his friend, and Y/N nods. 

"I-i'm good, what do you want to talk about? New pranks? Any gossip?" He says in between a yawn whilst fluttering his widened eyes to become much more awake.

"Remmy, no. Take a rest, please?" You request concernedly as you just want to have the best for your lover. You didn't want it to escalate to sickness.

"I'm fine, Y/N." He reminds in a whisper as his eyes fall half-closed. You sigh then pull him closer to you with both of your arms with a struggle. He really wasn't able to support himself.

"What are you doing?" Asked Remus.

"Put your head on my shoulder," you instruct whilst combing through his hair. Luckily, he hummed in agreement and did so instead of declining the offer. His head wasn't heavy, fortunately.

You did a few things to put him to sleep. You stroked his palm, combed his hair with your fingers, patted his back and head, gave him kisses on the forehead from time to time and hummed a song to him quietly. These made him fall asleep peacefully, and after a few hours you felt drowsy as well. You then rested your head against the wall and closed your eyes, only seeing pitch blackness and feeling the heartbeat of Remus.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin #young remus lupin x reader #fluff #fan fiction #Harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #remus #lupin #remus x reader #lupin x reader #x reader #reader #hp #Harry potter #maurauders #maurauders era

[pearlynia]

I swear, most of the best jegulus fics has the most soul crushing angst that will make you cry for hours.

And if it's not angst, it'll be some kind of speech that would also leave you crying for hours.

#you cannot go on without crying #literally I'm not even kidding #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #ao3 #fan fiction #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #lily evans #mary macdonald #marylily

[wzrd-wheezes]

Pluviophile - Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - it’s just me and my rain sounds against the world <3

The crumpled sheets tangled themselves around Y/N’s legs as she tossed and turned. The moon was casting gloomy shadows across the bedroom. The night was dwindling away and in a mere few hours dawn would be approaching, beams of sunrise peeking through the gaps in the curtains.

Y/N kicked her legs out, defeated, and turned onto her back with a sigh. Remus stirred next to her, groggily opening one eye to look at his girlfriend.

“Can’t sleep again?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. He turned onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to look at her. Y/N shook her head, bringing her hands up to rub at her tired eyes.

“That’s the third night this week, love.” Remus gave her a sympathetic kiss on the head, “anything I can do to help?”

“I dunno. I just can’t seem to switch my brain off even though I’m exhausted.” she sighed, “it’s so frustrating.”

Remus hummed in response and shifted onto his back. He stretched his arm out creating space for Y/N to tuck herself into his side. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Remus’s hand came up to rest on the back of her head, cradling her against him.

They lay together for a while, Remus fighting his own tiredness in solidarity with his restless girlfriend.

“I have an idea,” He murmured after a while. He unwound himself from Y/N and reached over to the bedside table. He fumbled around in the dim light for a moment, searching for his wand. With a swift flick of his wrist he had conjured a small rain cloud which floated next to Y/N’s side of the bed.

The raindrops fell quickly, disappearing into thin air before they had chance to get anything wet, and filling the room with the steady sound of rainfall.

Y/N hummed contently, snuggling herself back into Remus and she let her eyes drift shut, focusing on the soft pitter patter of the raindrops.

“I love that sound.” she whispered, “Makes me feel all cosy.”

After a while, her breathing began to slow down, her chest rising and falling slowly as she finally drifted off to sleep.

“Sweet dreams, darling.” Remus said, gently kissing her on the forehead.

#remus lupin fan fiction #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x yn #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin #marauders fan fic #marauders fluff

[allllium]

So I have officially started the Remus fic I was talking about and I can't tell whether I should end each chapter wherever it makes more sense, and have some chapters be shorter, or just keep going until each chapter is a little longer?

By little I mean under 1000 words and longer would probably only be about 1500 to 2000, just because this is my first actual story and I'm still not the best at pacing things 😓

#remus lupin x you #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin #the marauders era #the marauders #remus lupin fan fiction #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin x y/n #remus x you

[resident-gay-bitch]

Help me! Indians and/or James Potter lovers help me out!!

im a big fan of Desi James and i'm writing a fic at the moment and i want to include affectionate language (pet names) from all of my characters national languages and have been digging for some Hindi terms of endearment for a while and am a little lost.

a lot of the searches are coming up with words but not specifying which Indian language it derives from, and I just don't want to like mix languages and be stupid and inconsiderate about it.

anyway, so far i have "Jaan" or "Meri Jaan" which I understand means "life" or "my life" wich is fucking adorable, as well as "Mera Pyaar" (I've seen a couple of different spelling variations of this so please correct me if it's wrong) which i understand means "my love".

both are very very sweet, and i will be using them! however, i've been looking for terms more like "sweetheart", "pretty", "cutie", "handsome", "baby", and stuff like that. you know, terms that can be used a bit more casually, in the earlier stages of dating / sleeping together, before the love and devotion happens!

anyway, any help would be very appreciated. any terms of endearment you know, any extra information you can give me, anything at all that relates to Desi James that would be helpful for me to know is so appreciated!

also any headcannons you have about Desi James would be awesome! especially ones that like involve his culture and stuff like that. id really like to write him well and give authenticity to his character that i don't naturally just have. i am doing my research where i need too, of course, but if you have little things about him that i could simply just adopt or learn about would be so awesome because like, i wouldn't even know to search for a lot of little things i bet.

anyway, thank you!!! i'll love anyone that helps me out so so so so so so much!!

edit: if he were to say "star" or "starlight" or "starshine" or "pretty star" something about stars to someone as a term of endearment (or just affectionately) how would that be said / spelt? i hopped on google but there are so many translations and i don't know which would be correct in this context and im helpless! thank youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

#james potter #desi james #indian james #hindi james #james fleamont potter #jfp #marauders #the marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders era #fan fic #james fan fic #james potter fic #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #lily evans #desi tumblr #james potter headcanon #james potter hc #help me! #help me out #jay talks #harry potter #desi harry potter #terms of endearment #pet names #ao3 #fan fiction #writing

[timotheechlamett]

PUPPY LOVE

i’m back (kinda but not fr)! a short poly wolfstar for you 💗

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SMUT, polyamory, p in v, anal, soft dom!sirius, soft dom!remus, sub!reader, pet names (pup, puppy), praise kink, first threesome, not proofread srry

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I had imagined my first time with them. I had imagined what it would feel like, what it would be like, I had never been with two people at once. But nothing compared to the real thing at all, not even my wildest dreams.

I feel the sweat nearly dripping off Sirius’ bare chest, my entire backside becoming damp.

“That’s it, taking Rem so well baby,” Sirius praises, “Such a good fucking girl.”

I can’t help how I clench around Remus at the praise, he pulls out slowly only to slam back into my leaking hole, “So fucking tight, so wet, so good-“ Remus moans, picking up his pace and taking one of my peaked nipples in his mouth and smacking my ass. I can feel myself about to burst.

As he pulls out again I can feel his cock twitching, one more stroke and I-, “Can’t make Remy cum so fast pup,” Sirius tuts and pulls me toward him with enough force to sit me up, off of Remus. I clench around nothing, a ruined orgasm and the empty feeling drawls pathetic whines from my throat.

“That tight little pussy is too much for him, huh?” Sirius coos running his free hand down my stomach to my heat making lazy circles into my clit, sucking harsh bruises on my neck.

He releases the delicate skin between his teeth, “Do you trust me puppy?” Sirius says softly into my ear.

I nod unable to give him much else, he slides a digit into my hole slowly, I gasp at the feeling.

“Words, baby, use your words.” Sirius kisses the back of my neck, Remus rubs my thighs up and down as he calms himself.

“Answer him.” Remus pinches the inside of my thigh harshly.

“Y-yes, trust-trust you Siri.” I managed to get out.

That was all it took for him to maneuver me onto my hands and knees, Remus underneath me, Sirius behind me.

“We’ll take care of you,” Sirius pushes me forward to hover over Remus. Sirius wets my hole before slowly pushing the tip of his length into my ass, at the same time Remus pushes back in to my sopping pussy.

I whimper at the burn of Sirius pushing in and in the same breath let out an unholy moan as Remus bottoms out. A string of incoherent babbling, as they slowly rut against me in sync, is all i’m capable of.

Both of them thick and long inside of me, stroking every place I need them, the heads of their cocks splitting me open again with every thrust. The stimulation is almost too much, I let myself cry out in pleasure, I grip the sheets tightly between my fingers and use all my strength to keep myself up.

“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Pads.” Remus grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart, Sirius pushes inside me until he’s flush against me, “That’s the point Moons.” I could hear the smirk in their voices.

Remus brings a hand to my neck pressing on the sides and pushing my head backwards, he slips one of my nipples into his mouth. Sirius grips a handful of hair, pulling until my back is arched completely, his fingertips digging into my hip so hard I can feel the bruising.

They both fuck into me at an ungodly pace and I feel myself clench around them both as they bring me to my peak within seconds.

“Aw poor pup, is it too much?” Sirius taunts.

“I can’t- Too big-“ I sputter.

“You can take it, you’re out good girl right?” Remus mumbles, his strokes deeper and harder than before.

“Wanna be our good girl huh pup?” Sirius moans.

“Good girl, wanna be y’good girl.” I moan breathlessly.

I feel the coil in my stomach twist tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it anymore, with both of them bottoming out the coil snaps and my climax hits me so hard I see white.

I feel my own wetness soak all of us as I nearly scream both of their names, they don’t stop and I keep drenching them in my release.

“Fuck, look at you.” Sirius groans, biting my back.

“Squirting all over us like a good little puppy, hm?” Remus holds my now limp body up.

“Let’s see how many times you can do it for us.”

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new starchaser fic!!

James and Regulus never spared each other more than a glance, now they find themselves unable to think of anything but the other. The war is just beginning, and they find comfort in each other. Until there’s no more comfort to be found.

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Regulus Black’s night gets interrupted.

James Potter finds an unexpected person on a late night walk.

Relationships start.

this fic has been brewing in my notes for a long while and i’ve finally decided to post it!! two chapters r out as of rn and hopefully more will be uploaded soon 🫡

this fic focuses mostly on jegulus but as the story goes on every character/ship will be talked about and explored more

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