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melodramaschild · 1 year

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Immediate yes to that tattoo and piercing Drabble idea babe, in fact it isn’t even a yes it’s me begging for it

Based on me (so lots of neurodivergent and awkward)

Moder au

“Babe, I’m telling you, the whole conversation was… kinda weird.” Sirius said as he pulled his long hair into a high messy bun. “Do I look good?” He asked Remus and he nodded.

…

“What do you mean by weird?” Remus raised his eyebrow at his boyfriend as he was cleaning the chair.

“Well… she was way too nice.”

“And that’s weird?” Remus chuckled at that.

“She is calling me Mr. Black, she was… way too polite, has private Instagram and… she’s nice. Like, I never had this kind of conversation with my clients before.” Sirius thought. “And she lets me do my work! Like she send me the screen of my work and said that she wants it!”

Sirius was feeling enthusiastic about people admiring his work. But he really loved tattooing people with his work.

“Never heard you judging people like this, Mr. Black.” Remus joked as he hooked his fingers under Sirius’ chin. “I’m not judging,” Sirius frowned. “It’s mean to judge.” Remus tapped his chin with this thumb. “I’m not, she’s just… interesting.” “Yeah right.” Remus smiled and collected his lips with Sirius.

—

“Hi, can I help you somehow?” James asked you as you tripped over the door into the studio. “Fuck sorry.” You apologised to the door. Very good way how to make a good first impression.

“Yeah, hi there, hello.” You waved your hand at him and nervously chuckled. “I’m-I’m having an a-appointment on 2pm with M-Mr. Black.” You explained and swung on your heels.

James gave you back a warm smile. “Yes of course, you can leave your jacket here and I’ll talk to him.” James explained and disappeared in on of the room.

“You can come in.”

—

Sirius couldn’t help but smile a bit. He didn’t expect… the way you looked. He called this no-taste clothes. Without all judgment and bad meaning, of course. And you looked exactly like that. Like you don’t truly know your style so you just wear whatever you find in your closet or in the clothing shop.

You looked like a lost puppy who was hiding in the corner. It was even in your face. The look behind your eyes that made you look confused and scared.

“You must be Y/n, is that correct?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, nice to meet you, Mr. Black.” You said and handed him your hand for a proper greeting. He couldn’t help but grin. He didn’t meet people with hand shaking for very long time.

“Nice to meet you too Y/n.” He smiled. “Can we get you anything? Coffee, tea, some biscuit too?” James eyed you. “A tea is okay, thank you very much. A fruit one if you have.”

“Anything for you, dove.” James made you smile as he disappeared.

“So, since we have a bit of privacy. Please have a seat.” He pointed at the small black leather couch in the corner of the room. “So you chose my design, is that still correct?”

“Yes.”

“And the placement?”

“Uh, I don’t know how it’s specifically named.” You nervously scratched your ear. “It’s okay, you can describe it.” Sirius assured you and sunk into the couch, suddenly getting a bit shy as you had to describe it.

“It’s like between breasts but down the chest, you know. Like not fully on my tummy, but also on my breasts too.” Sirius mind went into oblivion. He wasn’t expecting some goody two shoes girl looking requesting that tattoo on this place.

His cheeks became bloody red. “We can do that.”

—

“Please take your top clothing off. Your bra too…” suddenly he felt so nervous. Like he never saw woman’s breasts before, like he never said this sentence in his work. “It’s because of the placement.” He nervously explained, like he needed to excuse himself and turned around to give you some privacy.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe you were shy that it was painful, but you really understood some things. You took off your clothing, carefully folding it and putting your bra on the top of it.

You wanted to scooped it in the corner of the couch, but what if someone is gonna come it and would like to sit there? You didn’t want to distribute some people by your clothes.

You didn’t even think about how irrational those thoughts were.

“Uh, where can I put my clothes?” You asked and Sirius turned around. And you were looking up at him like your life depended on him. Your hands were in front of you, holding your folded clothes like you were giving it to him, hiding your breasts that looked so hypnotizing to him.

“Oh,” he gasped. “You can leave it on the couch, angel.” It slipped so effortlessly that he wasn’t even ashamed of it. He felt how tensed you were. How awkward this situation felt, but you were so nice to him, your behaviour careful and light, even when your body posture looked like the opposite.

You placed your clothes back, brining your arms up to your chest to cover yourself. “I’m going to cover your breasts, I just need them to be as they are. You know… b-because-”

“I know,” you smiled at understanding. Sirius took a few napkins, fondling then in half and taping them together. “Could you please…?” Sirius pointed at your arms, suddenly he felt like a teenager who sees breasts for the first time. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said and quickly pulled your arms down.

Reliving your breasts at him and he felt how every thought of his is leaving him. Sirius’ eyes roamed all over your torso. From your pierced nipples to your bellybutton piercing and happy trail. And back to your face which told him how shy you got.

He saw many breasts at work weekly, maybe even daily but there was something about you that made him view you more than as another costumer.

“My hands may be a bit way too cold, so I apologise.” He suddenly murmured and you looked at away. You were looking into the wall as you felt his gloved cold fingers taping napkins over your breasts to cover you.

“Everything alright?”

“You’re cold, Mr. Black.” You chuckled and he felt like from now he has to do everything to hear your laugh again and again.

—

“Does it hurt?” He looked up at you from your breasts like every minute, just to sneak a glance at you to make sure you’re okay. “No, I’m okay, thank you.” You meekly said and he knew that you were lying a bit.

It’s not like this was your first tattoo, but it was a new place, it was large and you looked way too polite to complain.

“Just tell me if you need anything, alright?” He made sure and you nodded, swallowing the sharp pain that was creating on your ribs.

—

“…and you know, my mum is strict and religious so things like tattoos and piercings weren’t allowed. But now I’m adult and I have my own job and I live alone so I can do that.” You laughed at that like a little devil, bitting your tongue as you did.

“So rebellious?” Sirius smirked. He felt like he got onto your wave quickly. He was glad that he was able to get behind your shy walls.

“You make fun of it but actually yes. Who do you think that pierced my ears?”

Sirius stopped tattooing and looked up. There was at least 10 piercings in each ear. All those positions were right. Right in their spots as they were supposed to be, in angle they supposed to be, space between them as it was supposed. He was impressed.

“You?” He asked, his eyes widening. “Yeah, needles are ridiculously cheap. 40 needles for 1£? It made me experiment a lot.” You explained.

“Wait…” He thought, remembering his school years too. “You bought them in the pharmacy, right? Because piercing needles aren’t that cheap.” He did the same thing.

“Yes exactly.” You smiled. “So all alone?” He asked.

“Yeah, lots of them looked like a crap at the first try, so it took me all of those 40 needles to end up with something like this.” You felt a bit embarrassment to admit something like that. But your therapist said that it’s important not to be ashamed of your mistakes.

“Damn,” Sirius adjusted in his seat. “Brave girl.” He quickly pulled the picture of young Y/n living in strict religious household and doing her piercings in the middle of the night just to feel something.

He felt like he was slowly connecting to you. Like something deeper was connecting you both. But you didn’t know and he felt this urge to tell you that. Very few people knew that, but he felt safe with you.

“My mum…” He started.

—

“You okay?” He asked when he felt you tensed up underneath his touch. You shook your head and he immediately stopped. Putting down his gun and cooling down your skin with the back of his cold gloves. “What’s wrong, angel?” His head was hovering over yours and he saw a few tears escaping your eyes

“I’m so sorry, it hurt so much, I just didn’t expect it.” You quickly apologised and wiped your tears away. Suddenly feeling so small and embarrassed under his gaze.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. No need to apologise, alright? Let’s take a break.” He helped you sit up, holding your back in case your head would want to go spinny.

“Deep breathes, we have all the time in the world.” He promised and you took a deep shaky breath. “Here, drink up.” He handed you the fruit tea that was actually cold by now.

“Thank you.” You squeaked and nursed on the tea.

“I would like to say that we can stop, but that would make our tattoo unfinished.” He joked and you chuckled. Oh that sweet smile of yours, it’s gonna get him in trouble.

“No, I can do it.” You assured him and he smiled. “Knew you are brave.”

—

“Are you planning any piercings?” He asked as he was back on your skin.

“I actually do!” You tilted your head at him. You didn’t even wait for him and started talking. It felt like he found the right topic to talk about.

“I definitely want to get septum and tongue. I’m sure that both nostrils too.” You had this dreamy look on you, smile all sweet and pure.

“The rebel is rebelling.” You both laughed at that.

—

“I’ll talk to Remmy and find which one of us is free sooner and I’ll text you later today, alright?” He was walking you towards the main door, walking behind you like a dog.

“How do you feel though, everything okay?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

“Yes of course! I’m gonna expect your message then. And yes I’m all okay. Just the tissue on the tattoo feels so fucking weird.” You shivered as you said that.

“You can take it off in a few hours, alright?”

—

“I see someone is love strucked.” Remus teased as he hugged his boyfriend from behind, tickling his tummy.

“She’s so magical.” Sirius breathed out.

“What was the with who’s free sooner, hm?” He asked as he kissed his neck. “For piercing.” Sirius said as he still eyed the door you left with.

“And probably for a date too. She’s way too sweet to left behind.” Sirius turned around in his arms and Remus laughed. “So now she’s sweet and not nice and weird?” Remus teased.

“Ah, fuck off mate. That was a glitch in matrix of me.”

#wolfstar #poly wolfstar x reader #tattoo au sirius black #tattoo au remus lupin #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader fluff #wolfstar x you #wolfstar x you fluff #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar x y/n fluff #tattoo artist!sirius black #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black x you #sirius black x you fluff #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x y/n fluff #freefall au

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saintchaser · 7 months

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tattoo artist au in which remus loses a stupid fucking dare/bet with his friends and has to go get a tattoo and obviously he chooses something with a meaning (his mother’s birthday) and when he goes to get it tattooed he can’t stop looking at the tattoo artist with long curly hair and and full lips and tattooed arms and nails painted with chipped black polish and a pierced nose and long fingers adorned with rings and he tells him to be a good boy and sit still and puts his hand on remus’ thigh to ease his nerves and calls him darling and it takes remus a whole lot of self restraint to not get on his knees right here and there

#this is basically my #tattoo artist sirius black #au. and i love myself for it because remus deserves to be lovestruck with a guy out of his league #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my writing

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aoarcturus · 8 months

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my entry for @/sophithil’s dtiys on ig :)

this was really fun to make, even though it took me ages :)

#loved drawing the tattoos too!! hehe there’s a bunch of references in them to other characters and stuff lol #marauders fanart #wolfstar #sirius black fanart #remus lupin fanart #james potter fanart #peter pettigrew fanart #marauders band au #my art

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sorenphelps · 4 months

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🌙completely starstruck✨

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #rockstar au #fanart #comic #well not really but it’s multiple panels so tehcnically qualifies as a comic #i modified the quotes to fit the pic better #but i found them on pinterest without any credits to begin with so i guess im good?#im not this poetic thats the point #also i was too lazy to draw all of Sirius’ tattooes🤷🏻‍♀️#anyway #art by lau #lau draws with a tablet

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elysianymph · 7 months

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remus is so "i thought i was over him until he started appearing in my dreams"

#definitely never happened to me though guys #could be hogwarts or tattoo artist sirius au #remus is pinning pathetically in every universe #wolfstar #remus lupin

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morwap · 2 years

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𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑— give me a character with an au! + SMUTTY concept/scenario and i’ll write a blurb for it! ex. tattoo artist!poly!wolfstar having you suck sirius off while he tattoos remus.

tattoo artist!poly!wolfstar having you suck sirius off while he tattoos remus. I need you to make this a reality maybe with remus controlling your head

you were on your knees between sirius' thighs, his cock in your mouth and tongue swirling around his tip then giving his slit a little attention.

sirius grunted softly as the buzz of the tattoo gun rang loudly, his grip on remus’ thigh got tighter and remus laughed. you felt a hand on the back of your head and knew it was remus by the way he gripped you and pushed your head down onto sirius’ cock, making you gag around him but you pushed through it and sucked him off.

sirius continued shading remus’ tattoo, your spit trickled down the rest of his shaft. sirius let out a groan and tried to focus on the tattoo but the way remus was pushing down your head and the way your mouth felt so good.

“cmon you can do better for sirius, i know you can” remus scoffed, you whined around sirius’ cock before working harder.

sirius huffed and let off of remus’ leg, “fuck” he moaned, his head going back.

#𝟑𝐤 & 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍—morwaps #𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑—smutty blurbs #tattoo artist au #tattoo artist!sirius black x reader #tattoo artist!poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar smut #poly!wolfstar x reader #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #tattoo artist!remus lupin

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courfee · 8 months

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my take of @/sophithil's band au dtiys on insta

all of the boys seperately under the cut so you can properly appreciate peter's fancy high heel boots and all of sirius' tattoos :)

and just the poster as well as the logo i spent far too long designing only to be hidden by the marauders plus the og sketch and poster inspo :)

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yourfavpunctuation · 1 year

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Wolfstar in The Cadence of Part-time Poets by motswolo 😚😚

#had to post again bc how did I forget the LE tattoo smh #wolfstar #tcoptp #remus lupin #marauders fanart #the cadence of part time poets #sirius black #marauders #coptp #john taylor #my art #sirius black fanart #remus lupin fanart #band au

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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PLZ WAIT GETTING A TATTO FROM SOMEONE ELSE WHEN UR DATING TATOOARTIST!remus like he would be like hey what’s this

today is multiverse monday (but i'm on vacation)! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

One second Remus's rough, calloused hand was roaming over your hips, the next he was pulling away to frown at your thigh, his eyes having caught the black ink trailing towards your core.

"The fuck is this, Y/N?"

You scrambled to crawl out of his lap as his hands pried voraciously at your thighs, your tattoo now on full display for him to glare at.

"It- It was a surprise!" You babbled, "It was supposed to be a present for you!"

He took another moment to stare down contemplatively at the tattoo winding up your thigh, gnawing on the inside of his cheek while he thought over what he would say. He finally met your eyes again, hunger ravaging his irises as he spoke, "Well, I certainly am surprised. Can I have my present now?"

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sunkenstar · 10 months

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Sapphic Wolfstar Tattoo Parlour AU

there’s no name for this quite yet but I’ve been enjoying working on it so here’s a quick snippet <3

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius asks, cautious, not wanting to offend Remus.

She hums, stretching out Sirius’ skin. That familiar scratching feeling reappearing on Sirius’ forearm as she gets back to the shading.

“How come you don’t have any tattoos? I mean like not to intrude or anything… but don’t most artists have at least a few?”

“I have one, hated getting it.” She says dryly reaching for a paper towel to wipe over the ink. “Much prefer creating beautiful things to go onto beautiful people” Looking up at Sirius with a small smile, eyes locked for probably much longer then deemed professional.

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #sapphic wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #marauders fanfiction #marauders au #tattoo parlor au #remus x sirius #my writing

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wolfstarshipping · 1 year

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As the Moon Knows the Stars (48.825 words) by mcdynamite Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Soulmate AU, Everybody Lives AU, Magical AU Summary: On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that. Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that. He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love.

Comment: I love a good soulmate AU, and this had everything I could have wished for: pining, angst, oblivious puppies, fluff and an incredibly adorable and lovely Sirius.

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melodramaschild · 1 year

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Absolutely feral for tattoo artist sirius

Tattoo artist Sirius cooing “C’mon pretty girl, I already saw your breasts. No need to be shy.” As he’s kissing down your skin but you’re still hiding yourself because you never been naked in front of Remus.

“Oh him, he can watch from behind.” Sirius smirks as he pulls you closer that now you’re startling his lap. “After all, it’s my work anyway.” Remus says as he traces his scarred fingers over your tattooed back by him.

#tattoo artist!sirius black #tattoo au sirius black #tattoo au remus lupin #tattoo artist!remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #freefall au

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saintchaser · 7 months

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lily: so, did you kiss sirius?

remus: no, the moment wasn't right. look, this man could actually be my future husband, so i want our first kiss to be amazing.

mary: aww, that's so sweet. so you chickened out like a little bitch?

#source: bisexual-cryptid #this is giving #tattoo artist sirius black #au btw. remus is just a silly little smitten man #and the gc (peter mary lily) are Tired of it #lily evans #mary macdonald #remus lupin #remus lupin incorrect quotes #shitposts

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autumnsup · 1 year

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Derailed

For @goodboylupin’s Candy Hearts Challenge. My candy heart prompt was “Ride Wit Me.”

Remus’ imagination takes him down an unexplored path during class. NSFW, towards the end in particular. Contains an inordinate amount of cycling references for some reason. I also have no idea why imaginary Sirius renamed himself the way he did. I’m not at all familiar with the song that the prompt is based on, but my mind did some curious things with the words it was given, so… here goes. 😅

It started with a flat tire.

Remus, still new to the habit of cycling, had attempted to resuscitate the tire himself at home, but it stubbornly refused to stay inflated, forcing Remus to look up the nearest repair shop.

He’d walked the five blocks, dropped off his bike after explaining the issue, and that should have been the end of that. It wasn’t until the next day, when he’d returned to pick up his repaired bike, that he’d run into real trouble. Specifically in the form of the good-looking, black-haired young man who’d brought it out and returned it to him. They’d barely had a chance to interact when a disaffected employee at the counter began to ring Remus up, and the man had vanished into the bowels of the shop before Remus could even get his name.

But despite the limited scope of their first meeting, his imprint lingered in Remus’ mind long after he’d left.

It wouldn’t have been such a notable thing, except for the fact that he was still in school, with spring finals close at hand, and while he rarely had difficulty getting good grades, it was largely because he hadn’t had too many distractions to contend with. That is, until now.

English class, normally one of his favorites, was the worst. The warm sunlight angling through the poorly aligned blinds, the faintly sweaty odor of the jocks seated behind him, mingled with the sandalwood-laced perfume of the girl seated to his left, and the droning voice of the professor at the front of the classroom, all conspired to lull him into fantasy, a task that his late-stage teenage brain was only too happy to pick up.

The bicycle was at rest, slightly tilted as it leaned into its kickstand, while the dark-haired young man knelt at its side, doing something with the chain that left his fingers stained black.

“Hello,” said Remus, and in his mind, his voice echoed, as if they stood within a cavernous space.

The man looked up and lifted his eyebrows in recognition. “Oh, it’s you again. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name before.”

“It’s Remus,” he said. “And you?”

He stood up and whisked a rag that had been hanging over one bare shoulder to wipe off his hands. “Sirius,” he said. “But my friends call me Skye.”

It wasn’t clear to Remus which category he fell into, but for the moment, it didn’t feel polite to ask. “How’s it going?” he asked instead, gesturing toward the bike.

“I’m not sure,” said Sirius, looking down at the gleaming leather saddle of the seat. “I’ll have to try a few more things before I can get to the heart of the problem.”

When his eyes returned to Remus’, a pulse of warmth passed between them, and Remus could feel the evidence of it spreading across the tops of his cheekbones. Sirius' eyes were large, and frank, emphasized by the thick strokes of his eyebrows, and Remus found himself wondering what color they were, exactly.

So he stepped closer. “It’s more than just the front tire not inflating, then?”

Sirius laughed and kicked gently at said tire, drawing attention to the well-worn combat boots he was wearing. “I was able to get that issue fixed, yeah. Your valve cap needed replacing, that’s all. But something’s off with the derailleur, and I’m not sure what just yet.”

“Um,” said Remus, embarrassed. “What’s a derailleur again?” He’d hoped to hide his ignorance, but it was bound to come out sooner or later.

Sirius, looking him over, smiled, and Remus could feel his own lips curving in reply, warming him from the inside out. Goddamn, was Sirius a delight for the eyes.

“The derailleur is what you call the gear system. Sprockets, chain, and all.”

“Cool,” said Remus, immediately feeling like an idiot for his monosyllabic choice of word. To make up for it, he added, “It’s French, right?”

Sirius nodded and flung the cloth he’d been holding back over his shoulder, drawing attention to the ornate whorls of ink decorating his upper arm. “Here, let me show you,” he said, dropping to his knees, and Remus’ heart almost stopped when he saw how Sirius’ jeans had tightened around the lower half of his body. But it felt safe enough, with the skeletal framework of the bicycle between them, and his heart rate returned to normal as Sirius pointed out a miniscule section of chain, slicked to a dark shine. “There, you see?” he said.

Remus didn’t, but he tried to play along. “You think that’s the problem?”

Sirius frowned, and Remus could feel his eyes tracing over the graceful line of Sirius' profile, from the hair gathered into a bun at the top of his head to the tiniest shadow of a dimple at his chin, a sight much more interesting than the bicycle part that Sirius was trying to show him. “It’s not a problem in itself, exactly, but it’s shaped differently, and fits with the other parts in a funny way, which might affect how the bike functions over time.” He reached through the frame and caught hold of Remus’ hand. “I don’t really know how to describe it any better, but if you feel it, you might understand what I mean.”

His fingers were warm, and unexpectedly strong, and Remus could feel his blush returning as Sirius placed his fingers upon the chain. “You notice how it curves a little more at the top than the others, right?” said Sirius, in earnest tones. “That means it’s probably from a different manufacturer, but at this point, there’s no way of knowing.”

Remus had begun to question the depth of arcane detail that his fantasy was going into and decided that he needed to move things right along. “Huh. That’s interesting, but – if it doesn’t affect whether I can ride my bike now, I don’t think we need to worry about it.” He coupled his words with another smile and gave the lightest of squeezes to Sirius’ fingers before releasing them and standing back up again. From above, he could see the lines of definition that showed through Sirius’ sleeveless shirt, and the sight made him lick at his lips, a gesture that did not go unnoticed.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” said Sirius, standing to join him, although their difference in height still left him looking slightly upward at Remus. “I care too much about my job, I suppose.”

“Mmm,” murmured Remus, reaching for the rag on his shoulder. “May I?”

The cloth was warm between his palms, and when he was done, he draped it across the rear tire before touching Sirius’ shoulder. “Wow,” he said, looking closer at the patterns that swirled beneath his fingers. “How long have you been working on this?”

“It’s taken me at least a year to get it done,” said Sirius, with a shrug. “I haven’t even started on the other arm yet, but I have ideas.” He ran his hand across the smooth leather of the seat, and quirked one of those magnificent eyebrows at Remus, who swallowed. “Maybe you can help me decide which way to go.”

His mouth had gone dry, and Remus placed his hand atop Sirius’ on the bicycle seat. “I’d rather get to know what you already have first.”

Sirius looked down, taking in the pale-and-tan symmetry of their fingers interlaced together, and when he next looked into Remus’ eyes, they had taken on a luster that couldn’t be mistaken. “OK,” he said at last, and smiled.

They began with his front, Sirius guiding Remus’ hand into grasping at the hem of his shirt and lifting it to reveal the first tattoo on his stomach. “Oh,” breathed Remus, as his hand settled along the taut line of muscle that curved over Sirius’ hip. “It’s beautiful.”

The design was a crescent moon, perfectly rounded and hung with a tiny star from the upper horn, which ended somewhere around Sirius’ solar plexus. He had abs, but Remus was much more interested in the faint trail of hair that bisected them, leading his eyes toward the point where the lower horn ended. His fingers brushed across the line of Sirius’ jeans, and he traced a circle around his navel before hooking one finger into the nearest belt loop. Returning to Sirius’ eyes, he could see that they were blue-gray, half closed in the ghostly light of his imagination, before they blurred and vanished as Sirius leaned in to kiss him.

It was a timid kiss at first, but there was nothing timid about the way his hands clutched at Remus’ arms, and Remus teased his tongue against Sirius’ lips until they parted wide for him.

He groaned into Remus’ mouth, and they separated for an instant. “Your bike's getting in the way.”

Remus laughed at that, and stepped easily over the divide, seating himself to one side so that Sirius could better fit between his long legs. They resumed kissing almost immediately, dialing up the heat through touch and pressure until Remus was left breathless.

“Hold up, hold up,” he managed to get out. “I want to see another.”

Sirius paused with his fingers partway into the short brown curls at Remus’ neck and took a ragged inbreath. “OK.” Withdrawing his hands, he hiked up the back of his shirt, pulled it over his head, and twisted sideways so that Remus could see. It was a trail of stars that began at the top of his spine, meandering down its length and spreading out like sand at the bottom of an hourglass by the time it reached his sacrum. “Does that please Your Highness?”

“Very funny,” said Remus, pawing at his hip, and they were at it again, running hands against more skin than clothing now that Sirius was shirtless. “Can I – “

Sirius surged into their kiss, cutting him off, and Remus felt daring enough to stroke his fingers along the back of Sirius’ jeans, curving his palm around one cheek as he massaged into the divide. “God, Skye,” he whispered. “How can I hope to find someone like you? Outside my head, I mean?”

“I’m right here,” said Sirius, looping his arms around Remus’ waist and staring into his eyes. “Try not to second-guess your own fantasy.”

Remus laughed again and bent to savor Sirius’ mouth once more. It was both sweet and needful, the feelings that played out between them, and if he didn't know better than to give his fantasies full rein in public, he might say that things were about to take an even spicier turn.

And then, his mind one-upped him.

It was as if a blue-tinged spotlight had turned on above them, or the full moon had emerged from behind a wall of cloud, and Remus could feel electricity pushing through him from tip to root, hardening flesh and enlivening nerve endings along the way. “Fuck,” he said. “What’s happening to me?”

Sirius, who’d lost his shirt entirely by now, grinned up at Remus from between his thighs. “Try not to think,” he said, pulling apart button and zipper so that the bulge beneath was exposed.

Remus, now thoroughly turned on, fisted both hands in Sirius’ hair, which had come undone sometime in the last minute. The feel of his mouth was soft, and wet, and sensations alternated between warm and cool as he plunged, pulled back, and repeated the motion. “Fuck,” said Remus again, helplessly. “I can’t – I’m not going to – “

“Excuse me,” said a female voice, startling Remus. “Having a moment, are we?”

The classroom snapped into focus around him, and he realized with horror that the professor was standing before his desk with arms crossed. “I don’t know where your mind has gone, Mr. Lupin, but perhaps you can redeem yourself by enlightening us on the meaning of Polonius’ statement?” Seeing Remus’ blank stare, she quoted, not without kindness, “ ‘Since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes?’ “

Gathering himself and trying not to draw attention to what was going on inside his pants, Remus managed to stammer out an answer, and she moved back toward the front of the classroom to finish out the lesson.

It was the last class of the day, and by the time they were dismissed, Remus had distanced himself enough from his fantasy tryst that he felt safe standing up. Slinging his backpack over one shoulder, he loped down the hall and out into the late spring sunshine, freeing his bike from the rack before settling into place and taking off.

At one of the many intersections between campus and home, he paused and rested his weight on both feet while he waited for the light to change. There was something familiar about the person across the street, and he watched them cycle toward him once the crosswalk was open, until recognition dawned.

It was the good-looking black-haired man from the shop.

Or it was Skye, stuff of daydreams.

Possibly both.

Taking a deep breath, Remus raised a hand in greeting and gave a tentative smile. “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere? The bike repair shop over on Denmark, maybe?”

The young man slowed and came to a halt once he’d reached pavement. “Yeah, that’s right.” Leaning into one foot, he looked Remus over from head to toe, while Remus tried not to stare at anything but his face. And then, with a smile so subtle that Remus almost missed it: “Ride with me?”

#rscandyhearts #wolfstar #fanfic #au #meet-cute #cycling #tattoos #remus lupin #sirius black #hamlet references #my first challenge submission #ok back to writing microfic now

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PRT.7

07 : APOLOGIES & COMFORT

CHPT. SUM. : sirius and remus are both very stubborn and need you to help them make amends, thankfully james is there

REQUEST. : could i request a hurt/comfort blurb with poly!marauders in the heroes in tattoos series where r is having really bad cramps and they comfort her- maybe when they're busy with clients and she doesn't want to disturb them but they notice? - requested by an anon (i had to make some tweaks, i hope you don't mind, my darling)

TAGS. : modern au, muggle au, tattoo artist!sirius black ; tattoo artist!james potter ; piercer!remus lupin ; hurt/comfort ; fluff ; mvp james ; james becomes a menace though so is he really the mvp? ; wolfstar fluff ; making up ; reader is also an mvp ; accidents happen ; period things~ ; remus is on the brink ; somebody save this man! ; no! somebody save reader from this man! ; assumes that reader does not take medication to regulate her periods ; assumes that reader wears sanitary pads for her periods

LENGTH : 4.3k

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“Sirius…” Remus sighs as he sits across from you and the man in question.

“If you have a problem, I hope you know that I don’t care,” you feel the tattooist smirk against your temple as he presses another searing kiss into your skin. The tension from the room hasn’t fully dissipated yet, however, most of the fiction was swept aside leaving the air clear enough for a more civil conversation.

With Sirius’ insistence, you were left no choice but to sit in his lap as Remus sits across from you. This left James to sit all on his lonesome, occupying the grandfather chair to your left as a warm smile reveals his asymmetrical dimple, directed solely at you.

Remus groans in frustration and stands to his full height in order to pull his sleeveless sweater off. Sirius peppers light kisses along the column of your neck but it isn’t quite enough to distract you from the image of Remus undoing the top buttons of his button-up shirt nor the way he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows - a weak attempt at trying to cool down from the heat of the previous encounter.

You’re tempted to look down once again but are too embarrassed to do so; the images that pervade your mind are too inappropriate and they taint the gentle and kind image you have of Remus… Although, maybe that isn’t too bad. A gentle giant masking an indelicate second face was quite attractive in your eyes. Maybe he’ll finally suit the rouge-ish image that comes to mind when you take in his many tattoos, which were often suppressed by his soft, dark academia-inspired fashion.

Massaging away some of the tension in his taut wrists, his large and veiny hands on full display, Remus sits back down with a frown, “This is a fucking mess—”

“—you’re a fucking mess,” Sirius shoots back, a mischievous hint in his tone as the heat in your cheeks continue to increase until you’re positive you have steam steadily rising out of your ears.

“This is serious, Sirius,” Remus calls his name almost mockingly and the icy stare Sirius sends him in return is so icy you feel the chill run down your spine without having to look.

“Oh, I am serious, don’t you know who I am?” before the tension could rise to dangerous levels again, you launch yourself off of Sirius’ lap, willing the butterflies from your stomach away and suppressing all imagery of the affection Sirius was just drowning you. It was his attempt at distracting you from the tense situation but you’re fed up of it now. It also breaks your heart seeing them like this when you know their true affections for one another.

“That’s enough!” you stand as strong as the finality ringing in your statement, “you two need to make up!” Remus and Sirius face the point of your accusing finger with disgruntled expressions, “I thought you two loved each other,” your disappointed tone makes their shoulders sag in shame and their eyes avoid one another’s.

“Dove, please—”

“—Listen…” the careful intonation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed and wills them to hear you out with care, lips sealed shut, “you were both right — you both had good reason to act the way you did and I can’t blame either of you for wanting to steer things into a certain direction but I’m also to blame for this, okay? I was horrible at communicating my true emotions and that led to a lot of unnecessary heartache on both sides,” with a deep breath, you establish your resolve, “can’t we all just make up and move forward together?” everyone in the room knows that when you said ‘we’, what you really meant was just Remus and Sirius.

James has been an absolute angel throughout all of this, collateral damage to their bickering and unloving behaviour towards each other; stuck between a rock and a hard place. You only have sympathy for him being caught up in the middle of it all.

“Dove, it’s not—”

You swiftly interrupt, “I love all of you,” your confession makes them all stutter and flush pink in the cheeks. It’s an image that makes you smile warmly just before insecurity creeps over and your smile turns shy, “don’t… don’t you love me too?…” it was now clear in their actions that they reciprocated your romantic affections and so you weren’t wrong to assume that they wanted you to take part in their relationship…right?

The drawn out silence that followed was too much for you to bear. Even after taking some of the blame off their shoulders and confessing your love, they were still too stubborn to admit their wrongs and make up. Huffing, you make your disappointment and frustrations known with a deep frown, thoroughly concealing your heartache from their silence .

“We just need—” Sirius finally begins, stubborn as ever, only to be glared at harshly by both, Remus and James. This was not the right time for excuses. You had just worded your true feelings for them and they needed to reciprocate in kind. But those words were hard to come by, the timing for a confession also wasn’t ideal for the moment. Then again, when would it ever be. They’ve all just proven how incompetent they were at emotions despite being in such a loving relationship, and yet, you were still willing to accept and be with them romantically. The words they have for you reached beyond that of just love; they were also grateful, astonished and embarrassed for their incompetence.

“I love you too, angel, so so much,” James finally speaks up, eyes bright and his smile warm with his adoration of you. He ignores the high tension in the room, eyes fixed solely on you as he glowed like the summer sun but he doesn’t reach out for you in any way, he simply sits and admires. Admires how beautiful you look, admires how strong you are, admires how loving and sweet you remain despite all the trouble and anguish they’ve put you through.

You feel the world disappear around you and narrow your focus onto the only person you were grateful for in the room at that moment. Year heart pounds with warmth and devotion and all you want to do is be close to him. Helping yourself into James’ lap, you smile up at the bewildered look on this handsome face, “Oh James, you’re my only saving grace,”

James smiles at your words as his arms wrap around your waist, securing you in place, “yeah?” his voice is a faint whisper and airy with his adoration for you.

“Yeah,” reaching up, your arms wrap around his neck and pull him close so you can press your face under his chin. Behind you, you feel the baffled attention of Sirius and Remus, “how about I feed you some lunch again? Like we always used to do?”

Without waiting for an answer, you lean over to swipe up one of your lunch containers and proceed to feed him, completely ignoring the grumbling and whining emitting from Sirius and Remus.

“I like your thinking, angel,” James giggles adorably and happily accepts your affections as the two of you silently agree to ignore the other two until they make up. In the mean time, you’ll enjoy each other’s company in your own little bubble of love.

“How does it taste?” you ask sweetly, blatantly ignoring Remus and Sirius, sitting side-ways on James’ lap but keeping your full attention on him.

“Delicious! More than delicious!” James exaggerates and basks in the bell-like giggles he draws from you, he doesn’t want the sound to ever stop, “You’re always such a great cook, angel!”

“I made it all with love, just for you, Jamie~”

He hums low and appreciative, “I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I?”

As you continue to feed him, James takes the opportunity to look over your shoulder and smirk at the miserable faces of his two lovers. They know they deserved this unfair treatment. They also know that, to remedy it, all they have to do is abandon their pride and apologise, which is always worth it when your love is on the line — it should be easy for them. All things considered, this was just light punishment.

Faced with only one solution, Remus and Sirius turn to each other. Sirius still grumbles under his breath as Remus sighs. The brunette accepts that it was entirely his fault for pushing Sirius to suppress his natural way of loving just for his own personal fear that things would turn out horribly, otherwise. And judging from the way Sirius avoids his eyes and continues to whine, Remus knows it’s up to him to make amends.

‘But it’s not so bad’, Remus smiles to himself; seeing one of his beloved partners grumpy and stubborn was oddly charming. And now that most of the conflict has dissolved, Remus had no other reason to hold back an apology other than for his own personal pride.

Making his way over, Remus kneels down beside his grumbling lover and whispers his name affectionately, “Sirius,” Remus waits, patient and unhurried, until his beloved in question finally looks at him. As soon as they meet eyes, Remus is left thinking the same devoted thought he’s always had when drowning in his boyfriend’s diamond-grey eyes, ‘how did I get so lucky?’ which is then quickly followed by a guilty, ‘why did I ever let it get this far?’

“Remus,”

“I’m sorry,” the piercer doesn’t wait for a response and, almost desperately, leans up to capture Sirius’ lips. The kiss is filled with emotions, a mix of sincerity, love and forgiveness. The sentiments were so keen they almost smother the murmured, unspoken words on Sirius’ tongue, “what was that, love?” Remus asks against his lover’s lips, unable to pull away fully. He missed this…

“I’m sorry too…”

It was a unanimous decision to have you spend the night at the boys’ shared flat. They’ve been kept away from you for too long and tonight they wanted to make up for lost time. High on emotions and desperately missing their presence in your life too, you agree as long as you dropped by your place first for a change of clothes. But not before having Remus and Sirius apologise to James for their neglect of him.

“You know, we really are so happy to have you in our lives, dollface,” Sirius utters, leaving feathery kisses on your lips as he pushes the door to their flat open whilst carrying your duffle bag for you. He was kind enough to take you to and from your flat on his motorcycle just for the quick collection of your night time essentials.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Siri,” the situation has finally dawned on you but you still can’t believe the events that have lead you to this very moment.

“Stop hogging her, Padfoot!” James whines, sweeping you off your feet and hurrying to the living room with you in his arms. Once there, he sits you on his lap triumphantly, “Aha! You’re finally mine!” he cheers and attacks your neck with a flourish of kisses, tickling you and infecting the air with your melodic giggles.

“Now you’re hogging her Prongs, stop being a hypocrite!” Sirius pants lightly after rushing to the scene from the hallway, a grin plastered on his lips despite his accusing words.

From the kitchen, Remus smiles to himself at the sounds of merriment in the air and continues to cook dinner.

This is how it should be…

Remus wanted to sort the conflict with Sirius out more, so he insisted that you spend the night in James’ bed which you happily agree shyly, James grinning widely at your side. All three of you agree as Sirius whines and makes adorable grabbing motions at you but it’s no use as Remus keeps the tattooist pressed tightly against his side, dragging him off and trapping him in his room for the night. The sight made you giggle but it was a brief reprieve from the anxious nerves that soon had you avoiding James’ eyes.

“You’re so cute,” James whispers affectionately at your shy behaviour, resisting the urge to kiss you as he leads you to his room and gestures to his en suite, “you can change in there, beautiful, I can change out here and brush my teeth at the kitchen sink instead,”

With a small smile, you move past him with your duffle, eager to get ready for bed but squeal in surprise when you feel a teasing pinch at your ass. An explosion of heat blooms across your cheeks when you glance over your shoulder and observe James’ sly wink and devious smirk directed at you.

“James—!”

“Angel with a cutest ass, aren’t I a lucky bastard?” he chuckles and presses a devoted, almost possessive, kiss onto your lips, “I never did say thank you for making those two apologise to me,” he purrs and nips at your bottom lip, “you make me feel seen…god, I love you so much,” you squeak into the fierce kiss that follows, almost losing yourself in the embrace but pry yourself away with a squeal when his hands travel too low and squeeze greedily at your ass.

You rush into the bathroom with butterflies in your stomach as James licks his lips and laughs merrily. He’s come to love teasing you and you didn’t know whether to argue or welcome it with open arms. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you move on to change into your pyjamas - an oversized shirt and shorts - before proceeding with your night time skincare routine. For a moment, you contemplated taking a shower but rule against it, not wanting to prolong your night time routine. No more than fifteen minutes later, you were out of the en suite bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for bed but giggle at the sight of James already tucked under the covers. He looks so cosy and innocent, it almost makes you forget about his devious behaviour earlier on.

“All ready?” James asks with his usual boyish grin and sits up, allowing the covers to drop from his chest, at which point you quickly realise that James is a liar. He didn’t need to change into anything! All he did was take off his shirt and he was all set for bed! “I changed into comfier pyjama pants, though,” he argues lightly as you slip into the right side of the bed.

“That’s just half changing!” your retort has him laughing aloud, your flustered state beyond amusing and incredibly adorable in his eyes.

“Am I making you shy, princess?~”

“…No,”

“Oh yes I am~”

“Go to sleep, James,”

“Not without a goodnight kiss from my angel,” he leans over you with his naked chest on full display and you stutter in embarrassment, “don’t be shy, come and give me a fat smooch~” he puckers his lips above you and awaits your compliance with closed eyes.

“James—”

“I’m a very patient man, darling, I can do this all night long,”

“No you’re not,”

“Yes I am,”

“You’re not,”

“I am,”

“Not!”

He finally peaks an eye open. Then slowly opens both eyes as he un-puckers his lips to smirk down at you, caged in between his muscular arms as he props himself up with his elbows, “You just like staring at my beautifully muscular chest don’t you?” you watch as his ego inflates to dangerous levels right in front of you, “My tattoos turn you on too, angel?~”

“Oh for goodness sake!” you finally relent and lean upwards, your smile matching his own when you finally capture his lips in his much desired, goodnight kiss. With one arm holding himself up, James uses his spare hand to hold your face in place, prolonging the kiss. You have no choice but to accept his needy demands as your hand searches his bedside table for his lamp switch.

Morning comes with you groaning in discomfort as a syrupy wetness coats your inner thighs and painful pangs make you want to curl up into a ball. Your bleary morning fog makes the situation difficult to decipher but the realisation soon comes crashing down like a landslide and you lift the covers with a scream, the scent of iron becoming more potent. Beside you, James jumps awake, fully alert as his worried, hazel eyes scan you, trying to discern what may be the problem.

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks, voice deep and groggy with sleep but dripping in concern.

“James, I’m so sorry,” you sob into your hands and curl up into yourself, hiding your face away from him.

“What do you mean?” he reaches forward, inching closer to you in the process and quickly realising what’s wrong when he feels an unusual wetness seep through his thin pyjama pants, “oh angel, don’t be upset, it’s okay,” he coos, gently prying your hands away from your face so he can kiss your forehead tenderly, “it’s normal. Are you okay?” he asks softly, looking over you without an ounce of judgement or anger on his face, only concern and soft, kind, heart-fluttering love in his eyes.

“Th-the blood—”

“I don’t care about the blood,” he insists gently, “I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” you remain silent from the embarrassment but he’s understanding, “do you want me to get you some painkillers?”

As soon as you give an affirming nod, he’s out of bed and hurrying down the hall. It doesn’t take very long for him to come back to you, a glass of water in one hand and a pack of painkillers in the other.

“Thank you,” you finally utter with a small smile, still upset at having ruined the sheets but so incredibly grateful for his tolerance. Patiently, he waits for you to take your dosage before he’s sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you into his en suite.

“Get cleaned up, angel,” he voices into you hair before placing you back on your feet, “I’ll change the sheets in the mean time,” he leaves you with a kiss before you could utter another word of apology. He wasn’t going to take it, he made that very clear, because it wasn’t your fault. And it was nothing a little oxi stain remover couldn’t fix.

The start to the day wasn’t ideal but James, Remus and Sirius made one of the most agonising and frustrating times of the month for you much more enjoyable. James woke his two lovers up while you were showering in his bathroom, thanking your lucky stars that you bought a spare change of clothes just in case you wanted to shower, and they all made the effort of getting you comfortable.

James changed his bedsheets and laid a dark coloured towel down for you to lay on top of just to catch any more potential leakage. He made sure you didn’t see his bloodied sheets again too so that you wouldn’t continue feeling guilty and happily took care of the stains away from your line of sight. Sirius worked on breakfast as Remus made you some tea and a hot water bottle and, before James steps out of the flat to buy you period pads, you hear Remus call out helpfully, “look for the long, heavy flow pads and make sure to get the ones with wings,” their thoughtfulness makes you smile.

“How did you know to get these ones?” you ask when James comes back, panting as he hands you the pack of pads through the door of his en suite.

“Remus told me, and I heard girls experience heavier flows on the first few days,” his answer draws out a proud smile. You have no doubt you’d be well taken care of in this relationship, though it does make you bashful.

“Thank you, James,”

For breakfast Sirius cooked you french toast with strawberries and honey, apparently it was the only good thing he could cook. Remus balanced the sweetness of the meal out with some eggs and toast, while James brought over the tea and hot water bottle Remus had also prepared. Breakfast was pleasant but they boys were insistent that you stay in James’ bed and call if you needed anything. As much as they wanted to spend the full day right by your side, they were preparing to make the announcement of returning their business into full operations and were still taking calls and responding to client emails at home. You didn’t argue, you knew the shop was important to them so you didn’t want to be a burden.

The day drags by and you know they’ve made it clear that you could freely call out to them whenever but the hours drag by and they haven’t heard a single peep. They didn’t mean to lose their full attention in their work; it’s been so long since they were last filled with the motivation to keep up with their business that emails and paperwork on equipment orders had piled up significantly so they were swamped. Thankfully they were finally inspired enough that the work didn’t feel laborious. Unfortunately, that meant seeing them in their element though James’ open doorway and shying away from redirecting their attention back to you.

It wasn’t until you willed yourself to walk to their kitchen that you finally caught their attention. All phone calls, email responses and paperwork filing was stopped as soon as you stepped into their line of sight when your craving for a snack became too much. They had gone for a quick shop to buy you an array of snacks from sweet to savoury that morning and had left the bag on their kitchen counter. You were just reaching for the bag when Remus caught your wrist and swept you up into his arms in order to carry you back into James’ bed.

All three of them felt incredibly guilty for having neglected you, unintentional or not, they even neglected themselves in the process by prioritising their work and forgetting about lunch. In Remus’ head, everything circled back to the night before as a chain of linked events. As you laid in bed, curled up and nibbling on a chocolate bar, you watch and listen as Remus scolds the two about how, if the outburst didn’t happen, they wouldn’t have asked you to stay the night, you wouldn’t have agreed and you wouldn’t have had to suffer from their incompetent care. Remus was being too hard on himself, which reflected directly onto Sirius and James.

“This is why I said we needed to be careful and. To. Be. Patient,” Remus snarls under his breath, almost growling at Sirius and James who stand at the foot of the bed. James nods with a disappointed sigh as Sirius crosses his arms and huffs in defiance. They’re developing a bad habit of speaking about you when you’re still in the same room but, at least, it means their thoughts are open to you.

“I didn’t see you complain when you watched James and I practically devouring her sweet little mouth yesterday,” Sirius’ challenging comment makes the tips of James’s ears turn visibly pink as an embarrassing heat climbs up your neck to bloom across the apples of your cheeks. Interestingly, James can barks and bites to his heart’s content with you but if anybody else brings it up, it seems that bashfulness isn’t far behind.

Remus shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, “don’t start now, Sirius—”

“—I-I don’t mind, we’re all learning to love together and I know how important the tattoo parlour is to all of you so I really don’t mind…” you interrupt their bickering with flushed cheeks and shy eyes, unprepared for the reaction you would receive.

Remus snaps his full attention towards you in that moment. Your words were innocent and you look the picture of virtue, shy and sweet as you peer up at them with glittering doe eyes and a small smile. Remus doesn’t think anybody else could be more beautiful than you right now. You appreciate his passions, you support it even, you’re understanding, you’re kind, you’re loving, you’re sweet and you’re so incredibly lovable, he wants to keep you away from the rest of the world forever, selfishly keeping you for himself. He wonders if you know how much of a tease you’ve been to him this whole, working him up over and over and over again until he finally snaps.

Morals and patience be damned — he can’t resist you anymore.

Remus’ face carries an unreadable expression as he gives a slow exhale and strides over to you. Sirius and James watch from where they stood, unmoving but with sly smiles on their lips — they know you’re the perfect image of Remus’ weaknesses bundled into one being and they both knew this was coming. It was about time… they applaud him though, he has more patience than them — but he had more desires too.

It all happens too fast for you to register but Remus was quickly looming over you, propped up by a hand on the bed as his other gripped at your chin. His eyes were piercing and held such promise within them, un-breaking and passionate, that you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t tempt me, beautiful girl,” his voice lowers several octaves and is underpinned by a hypnotising vibration that corrupts your limbs with minor tremors and a ferocious heat. Shamelessly, he captures your lips in a soft and tender kiss, an antithesis to the dark gleam in his feral eyes, “I’m not above making a mess in the bedroom,” you gasp at the implication and, for a moment, your cramps become pleasantly arousing. Again, Remus can’t help but hold your lips hostage in an increasingly impassioned embrace. He greedily eats up your pretty moans, the muffled sounds going straight to his groin and making his smart trousers uncomfortably tight — a prickling warning to his precarious conduct, “so be a good girl and sit pretty until after you get over this, okay?” he utters roughly against your lips.

He’ll wait just a little bit longer…it’ll be worth it.

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A/N : goodness me, this was so much harder to write than previous chapters, i kept changing so many things but i think i'm satisfied with the final product, i hope you darlings do too~ the next chapter will be a pretty big one i think, so i won't be posting it for a while, however, i may post short additional imagines/scenarios for this series that don't necessarily follow the chronological order just to satiate some of you XD anywho~ i hope you darlings enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one

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The Drink Snob (part 4)

mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3k

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

You stood on the sidewalk staring dumbly at the sign that hung above the door of the restaurant - La Luna – with a list of references under your arm.

You’d thought long and hard about showing up today, and you weren’t sure which part of you was the part that won. Was it the part of you who saw things through? The part of you who had a lovely conversation with a motherly sounding woman on the phone and had promised her you’d be here? Was it the part of you who sort of wanted to see The Man™ again? Or was it the part of you who didn’t like being told what to do?

You supposed it didn’t much matter now which part of you won, seeing as it found you here.

Now you just had to make it inside the restaurant...which should be easy...seeing as you had two functioning legs...so why the hell aren’t they moving?

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn’t have come. Who voluntarily works for a criminal? Or at least for a criminal’s mother. He’s proven to you that he’s nothing but trouble.

What if it was the good kind of trouble? The kind that led to fun banter and teasing remarks. The kind that made life more exciting and adventurous. The kind that made him really fun in bed.

Stop it.

He wasn’t the good kind of trouble. He was a criminal. Just because he stopped one guy from drugging you doesn’t mean he’s any better than him. Just because he spent hours with you at a bar listening to you lament about your life. Just because he took the opportunity to warn you about his mother’s restaurant. Just because he seemed to give a damn about you...

No, that was wishful thinking.

You shouldn’t be here.

Your option to leave was taken from you, however, when a man exciting the restaurant paused to hold the door open for you.

Fuck it.

You thanked the man and squared your shoulders as you entered the restaurant.

It was fairly quiet inside, which you supposed made sense seeing as it didn’t open until 4pm. There were some serving staff behind the bar readying glassware and silverware for the evening, and a few men moving a large piece of furniture covered with a moving blanket to the corner of the restaurant.

“No fucking way. You came!” A voice called. You turned to see the same curly haired man from the restaurant the night that The Man™ saved you from Tan. He was smiling widely at you as if the two of you were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Uhm...me?” you asked dumbly. Kill me now.

The man just laughed as he approached you and gave you a bone crushing hug. “Yeah you! You’re The Girl.”

“The girl?” You muttered as you stepped away from the overly affectionate man.

“James, step away from the girl; she doesn’t even know you.” A shorter man with black hair and silver eyes said as he smiled politely at you. “Sorry about him. He’s mostly harmless, just an idiot.”

The man...James...beamed at you as if his friend hadn’t just insulted him.

“I’m James, this is my boyfriend Regulus.” James introduced finally.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said as you gave him your name in turn.

“Oh, we know.” Another man said as he entered the dining area. He looked startlingly similar to Regulus, though his hair was quite a bit longer and he was littered with tattoos and silver jewelry. He was also accompanied by The Man™.

“Don’t be fucking weird.” The Man™ muttered to his companion.

“Sorry Moons, no can do.” He said salaciously as he waltzed his way over to you extending his hand. “The names Sirius, doll. So glad I finally get to meet you.” He said with a wink.

You choked on a laugh.

“Fucking hell. You’re unbelievable.” You said instead of hello.

“Thank you!” He beamed, puffing his chest not unlike a peacock.

“That wasn’t a compliment...”

James barked a laugh. “Oh Moony, can we keep her?” He said as he wiped a fake tear from under his eye.

“You’re name’s Moony?” You asked incredulously.

The Man’s murderous glare softened as he looked from James to you. “One of them.”

“The sods name is Remus, dollface. Don’t mind him, he’s emotionally constipated.” Sirius interjected.

“Sirius!” Remus chastised from across the room.

“What is goi-oh! You must be Y/N!” A lovely woman exclaimed as she made her way into the dining hall. “I was wondering what had my boys so rowdy.”

You flushed under the insinuation and extended your hand quickly.

“You must be Hope. It’s nice to meet you; I’m terribly sorry if you’ve been waiting on me.”

The woman waved you off and threw a sarcastic glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m not fussed. It’s hard to get almost anything done with this lot ‘round. Come, leave the boys to their folly.” She said as she ushered you down the hall.

“Those are your boys?” You asked as the two of you made your way to what looked to be Hope’s office.

“Yes! Well, technically just Remus. But they’re a package deal, those boys.” She said with the fondness only a mother could manage. It made your heart hurt.

“I suppose that’s an important quality...in his line of work.” You offered. You chose to attend the interview regardless, but it was important for you to understand exactly what was expected of you here.

Hope looked at you with a knowing glint in her eye as she sat at her desk, seeming to size you up. “Yes, I suppose so.”

She pulled out some papers and you placed your references in front of you.

“So, what kind of questions do you have for me?” She asked casually.

You felt your eyebrows furrow as you calculated her question; you’d never been asked that at the beginning of an interview before.

“Erm, I... well I guess I’d like to know a little more about what the job entails.”

Hope smiled widely at you – you could see now where Remus got his dimples from.

“Well, we were looking for someone who had a license to serve liquor, perhaps to help with serving and bussing tables. But really what I’m most excited about is your music.”

“My music?” You asked quietly.

“Oh yes.” Hope offered enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted live music here, but we’ve never had anyone to do that! I must admit, I looked you up after I received your CV – you’re very talented.”

“Oh, god.” You murmured as you felt you face heat in embarrassment. “I’ve really only played with orchestra’s – I’m not sure that’s an example of any talent.”

“Hm, and modest too. Tell me, do you make it a habit of downplaying your worth?”

You felt like you’d been slapped.

“Because you shouldn’t. You ought to be proud; I sure am.” She carried on like she hadn’t just rocked your world. You cleared your throat and tried to fight against the tears clamoring their way to the surface.

“As for...this line of work.” Hope carried on, emphasizing your phrasing regarding Remus’ job. “This is indeed a restaurant. We deal with mostly restaurant matters. Some of our patrons may be...more colourful than average, and we may see the boys come and go from time-to-time, but there’s nothing you’d need to be concerned about.”

You nodded, a little stunned by the speed of this conversation, but feeling like you got the gist.

Restaurant. Shady business behind the scenes. Nothing for you to worry about.

Good enough.

“Look. You’ve worked at bars in some of the largest cities in North America – that tells me you work well under pressure and in a fast-paced environment. You’ve worked with orchestras across the continent as well, which tells me you work well in a team environment. You’re working towards your doctorate which tells me you’re dedicated and hard working. You’re an ideal candidate, Y/N.”

Remus was right – how does one say no to Hope Lupin?

“Do you work well in a team?” She asked plainly.

“Yes.”

“Do you work well under pressure?”

“Sure.”

“How’s your right hook?”

You laughed. “Not bad? I guess...I’ve not had to use it much if I’m being honest.”

Hope shrugged her shoulders. “We can work on that.”

You laughed again before taking a deep breath. “Okay. Alright, well...whatever you need then.”

Hope smiled. “You’ll play for us?”

You grimaced but shifted it to a smile. “There’s no saying no to you, is there?”

Hope beamed. “And you’re a quick learned. Excellent! Come with me.” She called as she stood and marched out of her office.

You followed her obediently back out to the dining hall where James, Remus, Sirius, and Regulus were still loitering – each having taken a seat at a different table. And that large piece of furniture they’d been moving in when you arrived? It was a piano.

It was a Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

It was a brand-new Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

You thought you were going to faint. These pianos were not cheap.

“Think this will work for you? I’m sure we could swap it for something else if needed.” Hope commented as she moved towards the piano.

“You got this...for me?” You murmured. Hope smiled at you but bit it back when she saw the emotion on your face.

“Well, we got it for the restaurant. If you need something else though, we can likely exchange it.”

She was interrupted by a scoff from Sirius. “I am not breaking my back dragging that thing back out of here again, mummykins.”

“You’ll damn well do whatever the hell I tell you too, bubs.” She shot back.

Sirius conceded immediately. “Absolutely. Whatever you want mum.”

“So, are you gonna play us something?” James interjected.

“Now?” You asked apprehensively.

“Well, someone’s gotta test it out.” He shrugged. “They tuned it at the store but said it might shift slightly during the move.”

You hummed in acknowledgement but made no move to sit at the piano. James sighed dramatically and stood from his seat.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Regulus groaned and brought his hands up to his ears as his boyfriend sat at the piano with a flourish, cracking his knuckles, and began pressing keys at random.

Sirius bobbed his head in encouragement as if what James was currently producing could be considered music. Regulus banged his head against the table with his ears still covered, and Remus shook his head with a grimace.

“Okay, okay! Oh, you poor thing what has he done to you?” You cooed at the piano as you swatted James’ hands away.

“Uhm, I was playing it. Duh.” He muttered as he stood from the bench.

“That was a crime, is what it was. This piano is a work of art – it costs as much as a bungalow in America.” You said as you sat at the bench, staring at the keys in awe.

You’ve played some pretty spectacular instruments throughout your life; the New York Philharmonic certainly provided for their pianist, no holds barred. But those were instruments you had to give back once you finished playing with them. Granted, this belonged to the restaurant, but...it was here for you to play.

“What are you going to play us?” Remus asked quietly.

You turned your head to him, surprised out of your musings, to find him looking at you softly.

“Any requests?” You asked the room.

“James’ knowledge of music that one can play on a piano expands no further than heart and soul, dollface. Don’t ask us.” Sirius smirked as he dodged a swat that James sent his way with an indignant squawk.

“You’re the expert.” Hope encouraged you from the side of the room.

You took a deep breath and turned back to the piano. You felt horribly exposed; no orchestra to hide behind, all eyes on you. Make it count.

You opted for a piece you’ve played an unholy amount of times.

It was your mother’s favourite.

It wasn’t anything particularly difficult or challenging; it was not a technical piece in the slightest. But something about it spoke to you.

It felt like sitting in a sunroom on a rainy day and watching beads of raindrops race down the panes of glass. It felt like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds after days of overcast skies. It felt like a hug from your mom.

Turns out, it sounded even more beautiful on a Bechstein.

The last few notes echoed through the predominantly quiet restaurant as you stared down at the keys.

“What’s that called?” Remus asked quietly.

You looked over at him to find that same soft look on his face.

“It’s called Sorrisi.”

“What language is that?” James asked.

“Italian, I believe.”

“What does it mean?” Sirius interjected.

You smirked before responding. “I believe it translates to I smiled.”

Remus watched as you seemed to shake yourself out of some sort of reverie. The piece was simple, but it was deep. Remus swore he could see years of memories and feelings oozing out of your shoulders as your hands danced across the keys.

And he wasn’t the only one. He could tell his mum was crying – most people wouldn’t have likely noticed, thinking she was just farsighted - but he knew that she only ever removed her glasses from her face if she was tearing up.

And then you had to go and act all bashful like you hadn’t just moved the room to tears with a few simple notes. Like you had no idea how wonderful you were. How beautiful you were.

Remus was fucked.

Here's the song you played for (Remus) the boys and Hope 🥰

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