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wingedhallows · 3 months

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you don't know shit ; the marauders

pairing: the marauders (+ lily x reader ; platonic ) | 1.6k words plot: Things had changed over the summer, you had changed. Why didn't you speak to them & why did you look more dead than alive? prompt: “you don’t know shit about what happened to me.” authors note: i just love angsty shit :)

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Spending the summer at home was hard, horrible even. All your friends decided to spend their summer together, at James Potter's house. You couldn’t join, not when your parents were fanatic purebloods with a grip so hard it bruised, literally.

Sirius had managed to run away, to flee from his parents' iron grip. You admired him for his bravery, but in all honesty, you were a coward, right?

Did enduring it all, pushing through every insult and curse make you strong or weak? You didn’t quite know. The train came to a halt, the whistle reminding every student to get off.

You had avoided them, your friends. You’d usually walk past the Hufflepuffs to the wagon the Gryffindors inhapitated but this year you didn’t. The Slytherin wagon seemed more comfortable, quieter than their wagon. Just to avoid their questions, their worry.

With your bag around your shoulder you exited the train, a heavy feeling on your chest. You could feel it, the way they stared at you.

You looked him in the eyes, Sirius. No smile graced your face this year, there was just nothing to smile about. Your mother had made sure that you’d remember that.

“Y/N, where were yo-” he stopped talking as you walked past them, not giving them the time of day.

“What the fuck.” You heard Sirius say as James rushed after you. “Hey, Y/N.” He caught your shoulder, a confused look on his face.

“Didn’t you see-”I did.” You paused before turning around. “Let go of me, Potter.” You spat, the cold look on your face was painful. You wanted nothing more than to jump into their arms, to give them the warm smiles they deserved.

You ripped your shoulder out of his grip and stalked off, tears threatening to spill. You were sorry, so sorry it hurt.

“Y/N!” Remus yelled after you, but you were too far ahead, thankfully. You would’ve turned around otherwise.

Breakfast the next day was weird, you sat at your house’s table, the Slytherins. Nobody talked to you, you had sat at the Gryffindor table the past six years for all they knew.

The boys stared your way, watched how you didn’t eat. The way your eyes looked lifeless and you hadn’t touched your cup once.

It made them sick.

“She’s not eating.” Sirius said, bread in his hand. James leaned over looking over the heads of his friends.

“Is she even breathing?” he paused, taking a sip from his cup.

“She looks dead.” Lily sighed, her head whipped around to look at you.

“She’s skinnier. What did they do to her?” Remus looked over his shoulder as well, the sight of you, how broken you seemed hurt him. It was devastating to see you like this.

The food made you sick and without another thought you stood, determined to get away from it, from them.

Their eyes were on you, you could feel it. Your eyes found James’, against your will because the look in his hurt more than the crucio curse your mother had sent your way when you arrived back home this summer.

Your heart began to pound as you caught a glimpse of them making their way over to you. Your feet began to walk faster, to get away. “Y/N!” You could hear Lily but you didn’t stop walking. You cut the corner, your shoulder almost hitting the brick wall in the process. "Y/N!" Stop!” Sirius's loud voice stopped you in your tracks, your breath hitched as your eyes widened.

“Just, stop.” he spoke quieter, a hand already on your shoulder. You took a breath, eyes closing in defeat before you turned around, face in the cold mask you were just so familiar with.

“What?” you spoke, voice almost too quiet to hear. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you.

“What the fuck do you mean, what?”

You looked away, anywhere but his face. “Did you need anything?” A sigh escaped you and James pushed forwards.

“Are you kidding me? You’ve been avoiding us like the plague since we came back.” You crossed your arms and nodded.

“What is wrong?” Remus said, a hand outstretched to grab your arm, you flinched away. “Nothing.”

Sirius scoffed. “You can’t fool us.” he shook his head.

“Something happened to you back home, tell us.” he tried. A cuckle escaped you, face in a frown.

“You don’t know shit about what happened to me.”

Lily took a step toward you, your herbology book in hand. You took it without saying anything. “How could we, you won’t talk to us.”

“I’m busy.” You paused and took a step back.

“Astronomy Tower, 8pm.” Was all you gave them before you took off. Lily tried to reach for you but you were too fast.

There they stood, 8 pm sharp. “She’s not coming.” Moony spoke, elbows on the railing. Lily sighed and sat down next to Sirius who had just lit his next fag. “Just wait.” He spoke, breathing out the smoke. “It’s not been five minutes yet.” He said, shoulder leant on the brick wall behind him.

The door squeaked and their heads whipped around, you could feel their stares. With a smooth movement, you swooped your own pack of cigarettes from your pocket. Sirius had sprung to his feet, his lighter almost lit. You were faster and lit the stick on your own. “I got it.” you almost whispered before he retreated with a frown on his face.

“So, you gon’ talk now?” James threw your way, impatiently. “God, James.” Lily spat and stood next to you.

“What? It’s the truth, she’s been avoiding us, not wanting to be around us. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you.” He directed towards you, you sighed and took another drag of your cigarette.

“I will.” You said as you pushed your hand through your hair, desperately begging your heart to stop pounding.

You reached for your wand which was tucked in your right boot and took a breath before you called off the concealment charm and within a second the atmosphere on top of the astronomy tower changed.

Your friends now saw what you saw every day.

What the mirror showed you every time your laid your eyes upon it.

The scars of the objects your mother had sent your way in a fit of anger, the bruises of charms and hexes your father had used when you spoke back and the twitch of your eye, your lips of the many crucio curses you had to endure when you defended your friends.

“Oh my god.” Remus whispered, you took another drag of your cigarette. Your left eye still stung, it was probably blue too. You lifted your head, now looking at them.

“That’s why I couldn't talk to you.” You stomped on the done cigarette and sighed.

“I’m not as brave as you, Sirius.” Tears stung at your eyes, your chest tight.

“My parents are just like yours, selfish, hateful, awful people.” You paused and turned around, staring down the tower. The view was as beautiful as it had been the first time you looked down it. Absolutely breathtaking.

“I can’t seem to leave them, though.” Lily’s hand was on your shoulder now. “I’m too weak.” You let the tears fall, your clammy cold hands wiped at your nose.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.” Sirius spoke, no next to you, his elbow rested on the railing as well. “For all I know, you’re one of the bravest people I know.”

You stared at him now, your eye twitched again. You could feel it now, the pain, all over again.

“I’m not-”To take all of that, whatever your parents did to you and still stand here.” Lily’s hand rubbed your back as you tried to hold back the sob.

“You’re not at all weak, Y/N.”

Remus stood next to Sirius, his elbow on his friend's shoulder. A sad smile formed on his lips as he wiped the tears.

“We’ll take care of those.” He waved at the scars. “I’ve had my fare share of those myself.” he tried, a weak chuckle escaped your lips. An attempt to lighten the mood.

“There she is.” James grinned. “A smile suits you better.” You punched his shoulder softly and he chuckled at you.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” Lily waved you off, an arm now around your shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, love.” Sirius threw in.

“You’re not going back there, though. I hope you know that.” Sirius spoke.

“You could stay with us, I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind now that Pads is stayin’ with us anyway.” James smiled at you and you tried to give him a small smile yourself.

“Or with us, I’m sure my parents wouldn’t mind if I explained.” Lily spoke as she rubbed your shoulder.

“You’re not alone in this.” Remus spoke, a hand on your cheek to wipe the tears.

“We hold together, no matter what.” Sirius said, a hand stroked your hair as he gave you a small smile.

“I love you, all of you.” You spoke, a new fag in your mouth now.

“You’re more than friends” You paused and lit the stick.

“You’re my family.”

James barked out a laugh and took a sip from the bottle he brought up here.

“To family then.” You chuckled and nodded. “To family, cause my own sucks.” Sirius nodded and took a drag from his fag as well.

“This family only.”

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cyripticchronicler · 1 month

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oki oki so basically a muggle bookstore au where shy!remus is a worker there, f!writer!reader just moving into town, and after a while, shes a regular and remus starts to yk, get a little crushy crush. And it’s mutual 2 so thats gud. He finally asks her on a date or sum when its been 6 months since they like talked with like flowers and chocolate and everything (AWWWWW). THEN THEN THEN, they hang out at his house and the other marauders walk in and be like, “you finally asked her out? BOUT FCKING TIME!” And then they all laugh and hang out then BOOM smut! (If you’re comfortable of course!)

sorry if its a weeee bit long, its 1AM when i saw the cry for requests so 🤷‍♀️

BYEEE! (My signature emoji is 🚐)

Whispers of the Page - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Shy!Remus Lupin x F!writer!Reader

Summary: Having recently moved, you were in dire need of more books. But the last thing you expected was to catch the owner of the bookshop's attention.

Word count: 4k+ (I went overboard)

Warnings: Smut (My first smut ever posted plz be nice) Kissing, shy Remus?? Is that a warning?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! You're my first request EVER so thank you I appreciate it so much! I hope I did your request justice, I tried my hardest :)

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Humming quietly, your heels click along the cobbled path. You hold your coat up above your head in a desperate attempt to keep your hair dry. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you sigh in relief when you find the store you’ve been wanting to visit for weeks now.

Rushing into the warmly lit shop, the bell jingles when you enter. The smell of old books and candles immediately engulfs you, warming your body from head to toe and you shift so your coat is slung over your arm.

Your heeled boots are quiet against the patterned carpet, and you take a few moments to take everything in. The bookshop is covered with books, ones that look brand new and others that have been well loved, their spines cracked and pages doggy-eared. Lamps light the room, placed in every nook and corner of the cramped space.

Looking to the right, you jump slightly when you realise you’re not alone. Standing behind a covered counter stands a young man, book in hand as he reads quietly, fingers turning the page every few minutes. He’s dressed well, an old grandpa sweater tucked into a pair of brown dress pants. His brown, shabby hair shields his face, but you peek at the sight of his sharp jawline.

Wanting a proper look at him, you mutter a “Hello,” heart speeding up when he looks at you, his gentle eyes meeting yours. You didn’t expect him to be so pretty. He’s gorgeous. You knew he’d be if his jawline was any indication. His face is covered with scars, but that doesn't diminish his beauty, it adds to it. His cheeks flush when he notices you staring at him and he looks down to bookmark his book before looking up.

“Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?” His voice is warm and smooth like honey, a red flush warming his cheeks as he avoids eye contact.

You smile at his shyness, moving to a shelf at grabbing ones you find interesting. “No, thank you. I’ve just moved and I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” You hold up your hands that are already stacked with books. “I need to stock up.”

You hear him place his book down from where you're inspecting this fantasy book, listening to his quiet steps as he walks towards you. He leans against the shelf beside you, awkwardly placing his hand on his hip before dropping it, falling to his side as he stands straight, cheeks still tinted red.

“Do you need any book recommendations?” He questions, his eyes finally coming in contact with yours. You feel a cool shiver run down your spine but you ignore it. “Yeah,” You shoot him a shy smile, “I’d love some.” It was a slight lie. Sure, you’d love more book recommendations but you definitely didn't need any to add to your long list of books to read.

He starts listing off more books, seemingly more comfortable while he wanders around the store, picking up books as he goes. “So,” He starts, “You said you’ve just recently moved?” He inspects an older-looking book before adding it to the pile.

“Yeah, I decided it was time to leave my home town and focus more on writing.”

“Writing, eh? What do you write?”

Your cheeks heat, though you will them not to, readying for the teasing to come. “I write romance books.” His eyes perk up, shooting me a small smile as he adds another book to the pile. “I love romance books. Written any that I’d know?”

I laugh, following him to the counter. “No, I haven’t published a book. Yet.”

He starts scanning the books, placing them in a brown paper bag as he does. “Well, you must tell me when you do. I want to read it.” His cheeks flush as he speaks the words, hands slightly shaking while he rings you up.

You notice the cost being cheaper than you expected and shoot him a curious look which he just whispers a quiet “Half price.” You will your cheeks not to heat, paying for the books with a barely concealed smile. You go to leave, bag in hand but stop at the exit.

“What’s your name?”

He looks up from where he’s staring blankly at his book. “Remus. You?”

You mutter your name, trying your best to not skip down the pathway, already planning your next visit to the store.

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Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

It’s your nephew's birthday soon and he loves reading as much as you do so you’ve decided to stop by the store to pick up a present for him. Bell ringing as you enter, you notice Remus isn’t standing behind the counter like before and frown.

Warm glow guiding your path, you make your way to the young adult section, hands tracing the spines of books as you search for a specific one. Your head turns at the sound of shuffling coming towards you. Heating when you spot Remus making his way to you, a pile of books in hand while he searches for an empty spot on the shelves.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

He snaps out of his trance, shooting a bright smile your way. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He laughs breathlessly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before he remembers the books in his hands and hurries to catch them before they fall to the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Not on me, but I think I have a couple of copies in the back. Let me just put these books away and I’ll grab one.” You nod and follow behind him while he puts the last few books away, waiting outside the ‘staff only’ door while he goes around back and grabs the book

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Thank you,” You grin when he hands you the book, walking to the counter while he follows. You spot a worn book on the counter and recognise it immediately. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”

“Re-reading,” He corrects. “It’s one of my favourite books.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket while he stares.

“It’s one of my favourite books too!” You exclaim, rather too enthusiastically. “It’s tied with Emma.”

He breaks the short eye contact and scans your book. “I haven’t read that yet, but I’ll add it to my list.”

You grow shy, hands fiddling with your sweater nervously. “Yeah, you could tell me what you thought about it, too.” His eyes widen adorably at your words, cheeks red as a tomato while he nods furiously.

“Y-yeah.” He hands you the book and you smile, making your way to the exit. “I’ll see you next time, Remus.”

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‘Next time’ turned into visiting his shop fortnightly, your bank account getting lighter each time you visited the shop. Over time, through scarce conversation, you’ve learnt that Remus owns the bookshop and is the only one who works there, and that, out of his two best friends Sirius and James, he’s the only one who enjoys reading.

He’s learnt that you’re working part-time at this bakery while you work on getting your first book published and that you’ve been writing for years, but only decided to turn it into a profession recently.

It’s clear that Remus likes books, and he’s visibly more comfortable when talking about them. Instead of his quiet voice, he gets louder and waves his hands around in enthusiasm. You find it adorable and have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking him out every time.

You’re not even sure he likes you. I mean, sure, he’s all blushy and shy around you but he could act like that around everyone.

Months of talking and wandering around the bookstore have gone by, and every day you find it harder to control your infatuation with him.

And, though you admire the beautiful bookshop, you’re dying to actually go out with him.

And that’s what brings you here today, on a cloudy day, rain threatening to fall at any moment. You don’t have any books to buy, or any recommendations you want, you’re only here for one thing and one thing only; to ask Remus out.

The familiar ring of the bell greets you as you enter, your eyes instinctively searching for Remus, spotting him in the corner of the store, his sharp features highlighted by the dimly lit lamps.

He looks up from where he’s dusting a shelf, eyes lighting up as he meets yours. “Hey!” Walking over towards you, he reaches his arm out before awkwardly letting it hang by his side. Casting a look at the ‘Staff Only’ door a few feet away, his hands start fidgeting with his red patterned grandpa sweater. “I uh- I have something for you.” He mutters, suddenly shy as he avoids your eyes.

Your eyes light up, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything.” His cheeks flush even redder if possible, and you bite your tongue to hold back a loud ‘awww.’

“It’s in the back. Let me just-” He gestures to the back door before hurriedly walking through it. Your eyebrows raise when you hear loud thumping and quiet swearing.

“Remus? Are you okay?” The sounds of crashing stop immediately and he clears his throat before responding. His voice still cracks when he shouts, “I’m coming!”

That’s what she said.

A second later he comes back out, a hand behind his back as he attempts to hide whatever crinkles behind him. You take a deep breath and feign confidence. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you too.”

He nods in acknowledgement, using his free hand to scratch awkwardly at his nose. “I-I would prefer if I talked first.”

You nod your head, offering him a reassuring smile. He smiles in return before showing me what was behind his back. You can’t stop the small gasp from passing your lips, eyes wide as you take the ‘bouquet’ of books from his stretched-out hand.

“T-” You clear your throat, “This is for me?” Cheeks hot, he nods and rubs the back of his neck. “I-I also bought you chocolates. I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next so they’re still at home.” He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “Go out with me. Please.”

Your eyes widen an unconstrained snort escaping your nose. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you slap your hand against your mouth, and you watch as his head hangs in defeat.

You hurry to fix your mistake. “Wait! No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I laugh in a lot of situations, whether good or bad- I once laughed at a wed- That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that I’d love to go out with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

One hand still holding the bouquet, you reach your other hand out to rest on his shoulder, successfully gaining his attention as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“I do, I promise. I just found it funny because I came here today to ask you out but you- you beat me to it. I-It was just funny.” You shrug, awkwardly smiling at him.

“So…You do want to go out with me?” You nod and his eyes light up, flashing you a blinding smile. “How about my place? Sunday? I don’t think my roommates will be home.” His eyes widen. “-Not that I’m trying to get ‘lucky’ or anything.”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’d love that.” Pulling out your phone, he takes it from your hand. “Just text me the address.”

Long, nimble fingers type in your phone and you attempt to distract yourself from his veiny hands. Your heart beats in excitement, mind already racing through what outfit to wear, and how you’ll style your hair.

How you’re going to get any sleep at all over the next couple of days is beyond you.

—

Knuckles against wood announce your arrival as you stand awkwardly in front of the door, comfy leggings and sweater barely protecting you against the cold, frigid air. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, Remus’ smiling face comes into view as he opens the door.

“Hey, come in. It’s freezing out there,” He opens the door wider and you don’t hesitate in walking into the threshold, excited to get away from the horrible weather. He shuts the door behind you, the cold wind blocked off as your body finally starts to warm up.

“Wait here,” Remus says eagerly and you nod, taking the time alone to take your shoes off and calm down your racing heart. His house seems nice, a mixture of Remus and his two roommates Sirius and James personalities peaking through the decorations.

You’re inspecting a miniature aeroplane that lays on a table beside the front door when Remus comes back, a pink heart-shaped box in his hand. He spots you looking at the plane and smiles, “James picked that out. He’s training to be a pilot right now. He loves flying.”

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile as an awkward silence fills the room. He scratches his head awkwardly before seemingly remembering the box. “Oh! T-this is for you.” He all but shoves it into your hands and you take it gratefully, carefully pulling away the heart-shaped lid to look at all the chocolates inside.

You internally aw, “Thank you! I actually got you something as well.”

He perks up, eyes widening in excitement. “Yeah?” You nod, placing the chocolates down on the table and reaching into your bag to pull it out.

His eyes are blown wide, lips slightly parted as he takes the string-bound pieces of paper from you. “No…Is this what I think it is?” He questions in shock.

“If you’re thinking that this is my first official copy of my book then yes.” He’s shell-shocked, flipping through the pages and admiring the cover. “This-this is amazing, I can’t wait to read it.”

It’s like he can’t control himself as he walks closer to you, wrapping you into his arms, the scent of tea and parchment invading your nose as you stuff your face in his neck. You wrap your arms around his waist, too focused on the way he’s holding you to acknowledge the small ‘thank you’ he whispers your way.

Pulling back a bit, you move your head out of his neck to look at him and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, almost like he’s in a daze. You reach up, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you lean forward.

He does the same, licking his plump lips. His hot breath fans your face and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. Pulling him closer, your lips are centimetres apart-

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You jump out of his grasp in seconds, turning towards the intruder while Remus swears.

“I thought you guys would be back later.” Remus interrogates. You assume the ‘intruders’ are Sirus and James, easily being able to tell who's who from the amount of stories Remus has told you about them.

Sirius is too busy sending Remus a teasing look to respond so James steps up, “We forgot something, don’t worry, Moony. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” James leaves to retrieve whatever they forgot while Sirius stands, still smirking at Remus.

He ignores Remus’ glare, turning to face you, “Hello! Sorry I haven't introduced myself, I’m Sirius. And you are?” He apologises though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You tell him your name, watching as he shoots a teasing smile towards Remus.

“I know you! Remus can’t shut up about you. Honestly, it’s either; ‘She looked so pretty today I almost died’ or, ‘Today's the day, I’m going to ask her out.’ Honestly, I probably know everything about you considering how much Remus talks about you.”

Remus groans quietly from beside you and you place your hand on his arm in reassurance - something Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wiggle his eyebrows at. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“-Yes it is.” James returns from his scavenger hunt, wallet in hand. “Hopefully now that Remus has finally asked you out he’ll stop talking about you so often. It’s always, ‘Her hair is so shiny,’ and, ‘Her eyes are brighter than the sun, they’re the light that guides my path, the sunshine to my moon-”

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” Remus’ dark, annoyed voice interrupts, cheeks flaming as he shoots a lethal glare their way.

James’s hands raised in surrender. “Okay then, I guess we should go before Moony over here kills us,” they walk towards the front door, cold air slicing through the warm room, “Remember to wear protection!” He screams before slamming the door shut.

Turning to face Remus, an amused look on your face, he shoves his face into his hands but winces when he realises he’s still holding your book. His muttered threats filtered through the air and you bite your lip to conceal your laughter. He shakes his head, shooting me an apologetic look. “I am so sorry-”

“Why?” You laugh, “They seem great.”

He visibly relaxes, “Really?” You nod, “Yeah. Now, what do you want to do? I have heaps of movie recommendations if you want to watch something.”

—

‘Ugh, as if!” Cher’s voice filters through the dim room, bundled in blankets, your head resting on Remus’ shoulder as you watch the movie.

Eyes straying from the screen, you turn your head slightly to look up at Remus. He feels your gaze immediately, “Yes?” He asks, shifting his body so he can see you properly.

You smile, “You’re just so pretty.” His cheeks flush red in record time, hand pulling you closer so your head rests against his chest.

Long, nimble fingers play with your hair while the other rests along your back. You’re practically on top of him now, your legs between his own, face propped up against your hands that lean against his chest.

“You’re pretty too,” He mutters, warm eyes tracing every inch of your face, filled with admiration like you were carved by Zeus himself. “Yeah? Are my eyes brighter than the sun? Do I guide your path-”

You barely noticed his small smile before his lips were on yours. Remus’ lips pressed against yours, emitting a muffled moan from your throat. His mouth takes yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting against your back moving further down, resting on top of your ass.

You prop yourself up with one hand beside his shoulder the other caressing his cheek. The hand that was playing with your hair now resting on your neck, gripped hard as he pulled you in closer, tongue mixing with yours like you were his lifeline.

His lips move down your throat, the feeling in your gut enhancing as his hands move over your body, hair tickling your neck.

“Please,” You gasp when you finally move away, lips swollen and covered in spit. “Please what?” He questions teasingly, thumb reaching out to stroke your red cheeks.

“I need you,” You whisper. Your stomach somersaulted at the hard feeling of something poking your stomach. Spurred on by his reaction, you kiss him again. He doesn’t waste a second in kissing you back, calloused fingers tracing your body, the pull of his lips eagerly smiling against your own.

His mouth moved downwards, planting little kisses down your neck. Slowly, he shifts so that he’s on top of you, a mess of tangled limbs as you reach for his lips again. One of his hands slides over your hips and up your shirt.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm hands against your cold body, goosebumps trailing after his touch. The other went to your ass, palming gently through your thin leggings. Gently, your hands trailed under his shirt, his hips pressing harder against yours.

“Off,” You mumble through kisses, yanking on his shirt. He pulls away, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion before slamming his lips against your throat, wet mouth biting and sucking at your neck.

You leaned into his touch, quiet moans slipping past your parted lips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Remus’ hips shifted against you, the friction sending a jolt up your spine. Hips moving on their own, you wrap your legs around his jean-clad waist, moving your hips against him, another jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

He groans against your neck, hips meeting yours in sharp thrusts. Hands reaching behind you, he unhooks your bra and slowly drags it down your arms along with your shirt, tossing it to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters against your soft skin, his right hand cupping your breast, his other hand sliding lower, rubbing circles against your hip. Gently, his right hand needed the flesh firmly, occasionally squeezing. Your nails dig into his bare back, scratching down the rough skin.

He started rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate for something, you rut harder against his covered lap, whining in disappointment while he chuckles.

“You want more, huh?” He asks and you nod desperately. Slowly, his hand lets go of your breast, replaced by his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. Warm hands trail down your stomach, playing with the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down completely, panties following soon afterwards.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pulling away, his head eyes track the way your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness running down your thighs as he laughs deviously.

“I want you so bad. Please-” You gasp when his lips land on your left thigh, biting softly as his hands need the flesh roughly. You swallow hard, focusing on the way his mouth gets closer and closer, warm lips kissing up your thigh and towards where you really want him.

The feel of his warm, pointed tongue running up the length of your cunt has your back arching against the sheets, hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling on the strands desperately as his tongue circles your clit.

His tongue barely dips inside you before running through your slickened folds, the vibrations of his moans further spurring you on. Soft licks against your slit have your hips bucking up into his face, your head falling back against the pillows as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your mind goes blank at the feeling of a long, veiny finger filling you up, finger pumping into you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He adds another finger, stretching you out. Warm breath fanning your cunt, he smirks at you, “Merlin you’re hot.”

You opened your mouth to respond when his fingers curled inside you, eyes snapping shut at the heavenly feeling. Tongue back on your clit, occasionally sucking, you felt your orgasm building up deep inside you, the weight getting heavier when he adds another finger, his moans vibrating through your body.

You were done for, loud moans filling the room, nails holding him against your cunt, thighs shaking around his shoulders as you reach your climax. He works you through it, nimble fingers dragging your orgasm out.

His fingers slip out moments later, your cunt clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to the sight of Remus slipping his slick-covered fingers in his mouth, tongue making sure to get every last bit.

Your hands reach for his pants, hurrying to unzip the denim and pull them down his thighs. “Someone’s need-fuck.” He cuts himself with a groan, head falling against your shoulder as your hands reach into his black boxers, slowly stroking his cock.

He pulls down his boxers, his hard cock springing free and you have to withhold your moan. He reaches into the bedside table to grab a condom, playing with his cock before rolling the condom on.

You lay underneath him and watch in wonderment, hands finding their way to your nipples and rolling them between your fingers. “I need you,” You whisper. His hands stop their movements from where they were kneading your thighs, eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” You nod. “You’ve had me for months now, baby.”

His mouth is back on yours, tongue tracing your lips as he lowers, one hand by your neck, the other holding your thigh up and against his waist. IMpatinelty, one of your hands move downwards to his cock, lining it up against your soaked entrance. He laughs, “Patience, baby.”

He rubs his tip along your slit before thrusting inside you with a groan, your back arching up, nipples grazing his chest as you moan in pleasure.

With one more roll of his hips, he’s fully inside you, chest pressed up against your own as he starts trailing deep kisses down your throat. Your hands fly up, nails clawing at his neck, pulling him closer when he starts moving.

His hips thrust in slow, fluid motions. Reviling in the low groans coming from the man above you. Forcing your eyes to open, you look down to where your bodies connect, cunt clenching around nothing causing Remus to let out a loud moan.

Nails raking over his skin, you pull him in for a kiss, hot bodies moving in sync as he fucks you deeply. One of your hands trails downwards, towards his stomach and you feel his muscles contract in pleasure.

Mouth open, you moaned in pleasure when he brought your other leg up to wrap around his waist, his cock even deeper than before. The sight of his eyebrows pulled together, beads of sweat dripping down your neck as you close, head falling back against the pillow, needy whines leaving your lips as one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing it aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well,” He grunted against your sweaty skin.

You moaned, hips moving faster against his own as you felt your orgasm building up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your body is perfect. Like it was made for me,” He slurs, hips slamming hard into you, his loud groans mixed with your moans filling the air, toes curling in pleasure.

“Please, I- gonna cum-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, his hips thrusting into you with incredible speed as you come, thighs shaking around his waist, breaths coming in short pants.

His head falls against your shoulder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pumps into you, greedily chasing his own high, moans growing louder and louder. One hand reaching up and into his hair, you gently pull the sweat-soaked strands, “Cum,” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuck,” He whispers before coming inside of you, hips abruptly stopping as his mouth falls open against your warm skin. Goosebumps pebble your skin as he gently pulls out of you a moment later, hands rubbing your body as he places kisses against your skin. You can’t control your smile as you watch him dispose of the condom before laying back down beside you on the bed.

You turn your body to face him, eyes tracing his face. You watch his cheeks flush and can’t withhold a laugh. “What?” He asks, hands running through your hair.

“You just fucked the living daylights out of me and still blush when I look at you,” You respond teasingly, resting your head against his bare chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You make me nervous,” He admits truthfully and your heart speeds up.

“You make me nervous, too.” You whisper.

He looks down, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You laugh, slapping his chest playfully, “Fuck off.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” He responds smugly, your heart speeding up at the prospect of going on another date with him.

“It is a yes.”

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remuslovebot · 11 months

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : Remus writes a song about you. Based off of Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys. You and him are just sitting in his bedroom one night and he has his guitar and note book out. You just blissfully admire his genius.

warnings : tooth rotting fluff :) arabella acoustic??

pairing : leadsinger! Remus Lupin x fem! reader

a/n ： lead singer! Remus is my new obsession and won’t shut up about it. Please send requests <3

The night air was blowing softly through the window, as the only light in the room was a lamp on Remus’ bedside table. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the way he practiced at his guitar. He was mainly just playing around with cords, focused on creating something. He had this one melody stuck in his head and he needed to practice it.

Remus’ brows furrowed trying to articulate the sound in his head on to paper, but most importantly into the instrument in his hands.

“Whatcha working on?” You asked curiously. Your pink baby doll night gown brushing against the soft sheets as you moved next to you boyfriend.

“A song,” he said simply, then adding. “About you,” he smiled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

You’re breath hitched, “you’re writing something about me?” You asked, like that was somehow unbelievable.

But Remus was head over heels for you. He felt like he needed you around all the time. You needed him too.

“Yeah, it’s rough but I have some lyrics written down.” He said, showing you the notebook. The pages were crinkled and there was no lack of coffee staines.

“She’s got a seventies head, but she’s a modern lover,” you read from the notebook. You blushed, liking the way Remus though about you.

You kept reading, “And her lips are like the galaxies edge.” You passed the notebook back and smiled.

“This is about me?” You asked, surprised. You couldn’t believe it. Remus smiled and nodded, leaning into you.

“Yes it’s about you. It’s all true too,” he said, looking at your eyes and then at your lips. You blushed, his scent of chocolate and cigarettes becoming intoxicating. “It’s about when we first met,” Remus further explained. “You we’re so enchanting I knew I just had to know who you were.”

You and Remus had met at a party his hand was throwing after a concert. Your friends had dragged you along, because they were obsessed with the new rock band in the area.

Listening to their music, you became a fan of there’s. Now you were dating their guitarist and lead singer.

A memory of you and him kissing in a closet at the party made you blush. Originally, the two of you just wanted to get away from the large crowd of people.

“I love it so far. Does it have a name?” You asked, leaning in close to him with a soft smirk.

“The song will be named after you my love,” he said matter of factly. Then he pulled you into a kiss, it was both equal parts soft and passionate. Your lips captures in his perfectly.

“I really was enchanted to meet you,” he said, pulling away and brushing hair away from your face.

You couldn’t get the smile out of your mouth. “You’re too good for me Remus. I don’t deserve you,” you leaned into his touch.

“You deserve the world. You deserve a song,” Remus said, leaning in to kiss you again. You kissed back, pulling him close to you.

You couldn’t wait until the song was finished and to hear it played at one of the Marauders concerts.

a/n: I had a blast writing this!! sorry if it’s short tho. thank you for all the support in recent days love ya <3

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-James Potter x reader

{Strawberry picking with James}

A little blurb, just went with the flow. Enjoy lovelies💕

CW// James gives reader a piggyback at the end.

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The late Spring air feels pleasantly warm against your skin, the afternoon sun peaking through the white fluffy clouds casting orange rays over the grassy strawberry fields. It’s a beautiful day, it has been since you first woke up and when James suggested going strawberry picking you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

James slips his hand in yours, his fingers entwining with your own as you both walk down the grassy path. A gentle breeze brushes past you, causing the bushes around you to rustle slightly, and he’s quick to notice the way your skin prickles with goosebumps.

“Here baby, take this.” He says, taking off his checkered flannel before handing it over to you with a warm smile, his honeyed eyes gleaming under the sunlight. He takes the small basket of red strawberries from your hands as you put it on over your dress.

“Sorry, I should’ve brought a jacket.” You tell him, fixing your hair. He watches you as if he is in some sort of trance, completely and utterly enamoured by you and your beauty.

The feeling of your fingers grazing against the back of his hand, taking the basket from him, snaps him out of it and he shakes his head with a soft smirk. “Don't apologise silly, it’s what I’m here for.” He smirks softly.

James gently twits one of the many berries off of its stem, studying it intently before slipping it into the small basket. He glances over to you as you do the same, reaching over to brush your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.

“I’m thinking maybe a shortcake?… or a jam?” You whisper softly, plucking another berry with the utmost care.

“Hm… maybe we can do both?” He takes another strawberry but this time he brings it up to his mouth, taking a bite. The juice stains his lips and instead of wiping his mouth like a sensible person, he leans forward, his hand resting against the nape of your neck pulling you into a wet kiss.

The sweet taste of the strawberry invades your tastebuds leaving your lips feeling a little sticky. He pulls back with a sly smirk before pressing another kiss to your cheek and then another and another.

“Ugh… James, it’s so sticky.” You whine, trying and failing to push him away as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“I brought wet wipes, just let me love you some more.” He chuckles, pressing another strawberry-tasting kiss to your lips. “Gotta make sure they taste alright before bringing them home, baby” he mumbles in between kisses.

You’re thankful that it's relatively quiet here, hidden behind the strawberry bushes as he kisses you under the warm afternoon sun. “Alright you’ve had your fun… come on.” You giggle against his lips, your fingers brushing through his brown curly hair.

He gives you one last peck before handing you the wet wipes from your bag that he's holding, grinning at the soft pout you’re giving him whilst you clean your face as he does the same.

You shoo his hand away before he can steal another strawberry from your basket, shaking your head at him with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “No more, we need to weigh them first.” You tell him and he lets out a huff of air, being completely overdramatic.

“Well then, come on.” He whines playfully, bending his knees slightly as he offers you a piggyback. You shake your head softly with a shy smile.

“Hm, I’m not sure.” Your voice is just above a whisper as you glance down at the floor. James looks over his shoulder, nodding his head to beckon you closer to him.

“I am, come on, let me give you a lift angel.” You know how persistent he can be and the look he’s giving you, with his big brown doe eyes, certainly doesn’t help.

So, begrudgingly, you walk over to him with a mumbled “Fine”. His hands hold you up by the backs of your thighs as they tighten around his waist, your arms circling around his shoulders.

“Hold on tight.” He warns you with a tone that you certainly do not like.

“James Potter. Do not run with me on your back.” You tell him trying to sound as stern as possible, your face is already pressed into his neck as you prepare for the worst. Instead, he walks, calmly. A sigh of relief passes your lips.

The sounds of nature seem quieter than they once were this morning, the sun now setting over the horizon creating a pinky-orangey colour that blooms throughout the sky.

You'll fall asleep in the car journey home with James’ fingers clasped with your own. Soft music playing through the car radio and a basket of strawberries, that you’ll spend all day tomorrow turning into a delicious shortcake.

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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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Desperate Times | Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: Remus doesn't want to hurt you, but you can't sit still any longer. When you do inevitably get hurt, he tells himself that enough is enough (part 2: Desperate Measures)

Content Warnings/Tags: Blood, injury, fighting, angst, bad coping mechanisms

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I made edibles and then I made this so if it turns out to be horrible I'll just delete it in the morning. There will be a part two for this but only the gods will know how long that's going to take.

You had been fighting all afternoon. You had just wanted to help him. And you did, really, you did help him. Remus was grateful for all the times you brought him chocolate pastries for breakfast in the hospital wing, because you knew how much he loathed the porridge they served there. He was thankful for all the times you would lay down next to him and run your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. This time you had simply wanted to help again, you had told him you could no longer make him go through it alone. You had concluded that this was for the best for the both of you.

“You are following breadcrumbs with the assumptions youre making right now, do you know that? You can't do this.” He was angry you couldn't get it through your head that this was a bad idea, at how stubborn you were being.

“I can and I will, you can’t stop me Remus.”

“What are you gonna suggest next, walking into a house made of candy only to be eaten by an evil old witch?”

“The witch never ate them”

“That’s not my point.” He was angry with you now, why couldn't you just understand?

The full moon was tomorrow, and you had set your heart on helping him during the transformation instead of only after. He was telling you how it would only make him more worried, because if something happened to you and it was his fault, he didn't think he would ever be able to forgive himself. He had told you to stay in the castle tonight, but you were worried about him, and you told him you didn't care if he hurt you, because it wouldn't be him. You told him you didn't just want the good times, you wanted to be there for the hard times too, because you wanted to be with him through everything. But he was stubborn too, and he wouldn't risk it.

But you didn't listen, of course you didn't listen, he should've known better than that. He had seen you show up with James, Sirius and Peter. And he had wanted to protest, but it was already too late.

And now you were running through the forest, you were running as he chased you. The others had lost sight of the two of you for only a little while, but the werewolf had decided what it wanted quickly.

It had already been too late when you realized it. He had jumped at you, pushing you into the tree behind you, your head slamming into it. Your breath started to run short, and you started to feel afraid, but nothing could scare you more than what you saw when you opened your eyes. Right in front of you was Remus, or at least a distant version of him. His werewolf form was looming over you. You remembered how his eyes always shined when he smiled at you, but there was no trace of that now.

You felt blood coming from your abdomen, and you started to feel weaker and weaker. And only one thought remained in your head, you decided to make those your last words.

“I love you, Remus”

And just before your eyes closed, you could see his pupils dilate and his breathing quicken, and right as you had given up, he backed away from you

But before you could think of it any further, you could see James coming from behind you, he knocked Remus down and you could hear the werewolf whining. Sirius had turned back into his normal form, and was approaching you fast.

“He didn’t mean to.” You tell him. He has to know Remus didn't mean to. And just as he was about to talk he could see the colour drain from your face and your eyes close.

Remus had transformed back, and the first thing he did was ask Sirius where you were. He needed to know where they had brought you, he needed to see you to make sure you were okay. They had told him to settle down, get some rest for the night and go see you in the morning. But how could they think he was able to get any rest if they didn't let him see you?

Despite how tired he was, and how much his muscles ached, his heart hurt more. So he tore free from the grip James had on him, he used all of the strength that his exhausted body could possibly give him in order to see you. But it took a toll on him, and as he saw the state you were in, the claw marks on your stomach and the fabric pressed against it soaked in a heavy red liquid, he started seeing little white spots cornering in on him and he fell back to the floor.

He woke up in the hospital wing, and immediately he was worried. But he wasn't worried about the fresh wounds on his arms or the scratches on his neck, he was worried about you. He couldn't see you from where he was, and maybe it was for the best. Because if he had to face you right now, if he had to see you right now with the memory of what he had done to you, he swears he would have fallen through his knees at your side.

And so, over the next days, he does the only thing he can think of to avoid it. He avoids you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep himself from you completely. He still watches you sitting beside your friends in the great hall, still watches the way you pick at your food. But when you catch his gaze, when he sees that bit of hope in your eyes as you catch his, he makes himself look away. He looks away and doesn't see the hurt look that passes over you, he doesn't see how your Lily reaches out for you and asks you what is wrong.

It had been a week now, and he had to keep reminding himself not to give in every time he saw you. Because he sees the way your smile has disappeared, he sees the way you eat less and the bags that have formed under your eyes. His friends tell him how much you say you miss him, and he misses you too. But he knows if he just holds on a little longer, it will all be better in the end. If you move on from him, only then can he stop worrying about hurting you, only then can he be sure you’ll be okay. And he wants to reach his arms towards you, he wants to hold you and whisper endearments to you. But he so goes on, despite everyone telling him that you’re worse off this way, that he was making you both go through unnecessary turmoil. Because he knows that this is the only way he can be certain you’ll be safe.

But as he continues to shut you out, he sees the way you start smiling again when someone asks you something, the way you light up as you recognize someone. As time moves on, so do you. Slowly, but surely, you move on. And it's not as if you haven't reached out to him, he still remembers the last conversation you had with him. You had asked him why he was avoiding you, what was going on and why he wouldn't talk to you. He was telling you that it was over between you, that he simply didn't want to be with you anymore. But you had called his bluff, no matter what he said you wouldn't accept it. He was getting desperate, not sure how much longer he could refrain from giving in to you, so he said the one thing he knew would work, the one thing that would surely make you leave him.

“There is no us, there never was.”

His voice isn't shaky, it doesn’t sound doubtful, because this was his last resort, and he had just used it. He told you, and within a second, your arms dropped to your sides and you were dead silent. Looking at him as if he had just ripped out your heart from within your chest with his bare hands. Your eyes are looking at him to save you from this hurt, to say he didn't mean it so you can forgive him and fall into his arms. But it was working, and he couldn’t give in now that he was finally making you believe it. While at war with himself, he said

“Who could ever love someone like you.”

And there it was, there was the one thing that made you recoil as if touching fire. And without saying another word, you started to cry. But you weren't sobbing, not making any expression. Your face was stoic and cold as you looked at him, and it was a stark contrast to the emotions that were showing just minutes before. You were standing completely still, waiting for him to say something, to take it back.

If he spend another minute looking at you, looking at the light leave your eyes even if you weren't really dying, he would have taken it back. But he stood his ground. And between the beats of your heart, his soul crumbled to ashes.

Part 2: Desperate Measures

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seriouslysnape · 1 year

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Soak and Scrub

Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Poly! Light smut.

Word Count: 2.6k

“You act like neither of us would jump at the chance if she had asked us.”

Sirius wasn’t typically a bath man.

The idea of sitting in a bathtub for an extended period of time with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling didn’t exactly intrigue him. He didn’t like how he could only seem to get the water too hot or too cold. He didn’t like the way that the water sloshed all around the tub when making even the slightest movement — he hated the mess. He didn’t like the complete still and silence of the washroom. Sirius could count on one hand the amount of times he had willingly sat down in a tub for a proper soak and scrub. Baths just weren’t for him. He’d take a standing shower over a bathtub any day.

But it had been a long week. Sirius had taken hit after hit over the course of the five day school week. Between an unreasonably difficult Potions exam, a failure of a group project, and a week full of piles of homework — Sirius needed a different way to wind down. Sirius had been a bit absent in the past week.

He had been unintentionally under the radar from being swamped with work. If he wasn’t in a classroom or The Great Hall, he was in his four-poster bed snoozing away. Sirius was more than overjoyed to see you come Friday afternoon. While your presence did bring a little pep back into his spirit, he was still visibly rundown. That was when you suggested that he take a load off in a way that was unconventional for him.

Sirius declined at first. He gently rejected your suggestion, simply because it wasn’t his thing. But you assured him that you’d make it extra special for him, and you’d even join him if he so wished.

That was an offer that Sirius Black would never turn down.

Sirius had followed you to the boys’ dorm (after making a quick pit stop at your own for “bath supplies”), watching you toy with the knobs on the tub until the water was to your liking. Sirius immediately began to notice that your bath time routine was much more extensive than his had ever been, because that was about where his would’ve ended. Oh, but you had a collection of soaps that varied from basic to seasonal scents. Sirius eyed a few of them, reading the labels with a quirked brow.

Lemon lavender, cinnamon vanilla, apple spice — all flavors and scents that Sirius could identify as not something he would pick himself.

“Which one would you like?” You had asked.

Lemon lavender didn’t exactly cause him any excitement. Apple spice seemed a bit too Autumn-like for his taste. Cinnamon vanilla was his chosen winner, only because it seemed the most regular. He watched you pour an appropriate amount of the scented bubble soap into the rising pool of bath water. Clouds and poofs of suds began to appear and grow larger as the tub filled higher.

Sirius was caught by surprise when you swept his hair back momentarily to rub something behind his ears. Some kind of liquid that just barely had an oil consistency. He refrained from groaning when he identified the smell of eucalyptus. It was a routine trick that you used for yourself when you needed an extra boost in getting chilled out.

Sirius all of a sudden felt…girly. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He felt like he was surrendering his masculinity for this of all things. He could just as easily down a bottle of Firewhisky and pass out on one of the chairs in the Gryffindor common room. That was a sure way of relaxation.

But as he felt his pupils grow a size bigger upon witnessing you strip your clothes off…

Yeah, he could sacrifice his man card for an hour or so.

Sirius followed suit, removing his own clothes before dipping his right foot into the tub first to make entry. Sirius had to admit, you managed to get the water temperature just right. He settled in first, leaning his back against the cold ceramic of the tub. You joined shortly after, lighting a few candles to give the dim room some better energy. You positioned between his legs, careful not to jostle him too much. Neither of you talked much at first.

You were enjoying the quiet of the room. The washroom was about the only place that you couldn’t hear boisterous first year Gryffindors running around the halls or the general commotion of the common room. Much to his own surprise, Sirius wasn’t totally opposed to it either. He supposed that it was because he had someone else to focus on, and he wasn’t stuck in his own head.

Sirius even managed to get comfortable enough to close his eyes, blocking out the minimal light from the candles burning safely at the opposite end of the tub. It didn’t take long, however, for Sirius to gripe about something.

“Stay still, puppy. Quit moving so much.” Sirius’ lips brushed against your ear as his voice rumbled.

“Sorry. Just trying to get comfortable.” You mumbled, and once again settled your back against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius closed his eyes once again, his second attempt at trying to get relaxed. A long sigh expelled from his chest, one that was thick with stress and exasperation. Sirius’ hadn’t meant for his words to come off as sharp as they had. His irritation had nothing to do with you. Besides, you were the one actively trying to mellow him out. He owed you one for this.

There were a few more minutes of silence. The water was actively breaking down the tension in his muscles, the scent of cinnamon vanilla soap was actually quite nice, and he had you on display and all to himself. This wasn’t something he could ever complain about. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, his hands trailing up and down your thighs just under the surface of the tub. His fingertips were light as they trailed over the skin of your legs, following them up until the pads of his fingers made it to your sensitive spot.

“I knew that wouldn’t take long.” You grumbled, shifting again but for a different reason.

“You can’t blame me, pup. How often do I get to have you completely to myself?” He whined.

Sirius did have a point. All three of the boys had a shared complaint about not being able to spend enough one-on-one time with you. Sure, you and Sirius had Potions together while the other two were off in their own classes, but it wasn’t the same. As much as they valued time with all of you together, there was something special about having just you to themselves for a while.

Sirius’ middle and ring finger began to move in slow, gentle circles. Not enough to get you anywhere, but just enough to make you squirm in an antsy way.

“Yeah, I know,” You nodded. “I feel like you’re not enjoying this.”

“Actually…it’s quite nice. Cinnamon vanilla isn’t so bad after all, Sirius admitted. “Do you do this often?”

“Take a bath?” You asked, your hips involuntarily rolling forward as a sign for him to speed up.

Sirius hummed an affirmative answer as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his rhythm remaining painfully slow.

“Not really. Only if I find the time,” You answered. “James does too sometimes.”

Sirius’ fingers stopped and his head snatched up with an open jaw. That was something he found hard to believe and/or imagine.

“He does?” Sirius gawked.

“Yeah, but I think it’s more for Quidditch purposes. It’s good for the muscles.”

Sirius made a definite mental note of that. He could use that to his advantage if the opportunity ever arose.

“I never would’ve taken James to be a bath man.” Sirius remarked, his fingers resuming their pattern, causing you to jump.

“I don’t…I don’t think it’s like this,” You struggled to get the words out as he sped up. “More of a cold soak than anything.”

“Mm. No cinnamon vanilla soap?” Sirius grinned, knowing he already had you falling apart.

“Not likely, no.”

Sirius used his free hand to grab your chin, suds and streams of water slipping down the length of his forearm as he turned your face to look at him.

“He’s missing out then.”

He kissed you without waiting for a response, and what was left of the week’s tribulations disappeared immediately. Nothing could make him feel better quite like you could. You were more than enough. His kiss grew deeper and needier as the time passed. Sex in the bathtub was a new one.

Sirius knew the rules. This was breaking one of the major ones. But Sirius believed that every rule was meant to be broken, and if Remus or James had the guts to claim that they wouldn’t break it themselves, then Sirius was prepared to call their bluff. Here you were: soaking wet, turned on, and glistening with beauty as always. Sirius would be disappointed if they didn’t take that opportunity.

But history repeated itself, and it turned out that having you all to himself was too good to be true.

The serenity of the room was abruptly interrupted when the door to the washroom flung open, hitting the adjacent wall with a crash. A harsh stream of light ruined the ambiance of the candle-lit room, a tall shadow accompanying it. Sirius knew immediately who it was, and he let out an aggravated sigh. There was only one person that he knew that never knocked before entering.

“I knew it!” James exclaimed, standing tall in the open doorway. “I knew something weird was going on in here!”

“What does that even mean, Prongs? How long have you been here?” Sirius hissed.

“Like half an hour! I came in and thought it was weird that neither of you were here. And then the door was closed and I thought I heard talking,” He shrilled. “Since when are you a bath man?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, and you kept your laughter to yourself.

“Since now. Get out.” Sirius’ arm snaked around your waist as if you were going to get up and leave.

“No way. I’m interested now,” He walked into the washroom fully, taking a seat on the opposite side of the tub, balancing and stretching his legs out along the side. “How’d you get him in here, bunny?”

“I asked him.” You answered, and James’ face expressed the most shit eating grin.

“You really are all heart, Padfoot.” James laughed.

Sirius was ready with a loaded reply, but the fourth member of the group made his appearance.

“Who are you talking to?” Remus appeared, referring to James who was seemingly talking to no one from his previous angle. When he saw you and Sirius in the tub, realization was written all over him. “Ohh. Looks like I’m late to the party.”

“You’re not invited. Neither was he.” Sirius growled.

The insult rolled right off of Remus and James. If anything, it only egged them on.

“Someone’s pissy. I’d be in the best mood ever if I were you,” James replied, and he caught a quick glimpse of your naked frame. “How come Sirius gets a private bath and we don’t, bunny?”

“Well…Siri had a bad week and he seemed like he needed something to cheer him up.” You answered shyly, a quick fear that James was upset that you didn’t ask him instead.

“Aw, see? She’s taking care of you, and you’re acting like a prick about it.” Remus chimed, leaning against the sink that was in the middle of the room against the left wall.

“I was actually enjoying myself until you showed up.” Sirius argued.

James spotted the various soap bottles on the floor next to the tub, which he wasted no time taking into his hands. He looked over the labels, and Sirius knew he was done for.

“Let me guess. Cinnamon vanilla?” James chuckled. “I’m probably more of a lemon lavender guy myself.”

“Since when do you take baths?” Remus asked James, who didn’t seemed bothered at all to admit to it.

“Since always? It helps a lot after Quidditch,” James explained, twisting the lid off of the cinnamon vanilla to take a sniff. “Ooh. Good choice, Pads.”

It seemed that Sirius’ only leverage and means of defense was useless now. Sirius’ cheeks burned red. This was an unforeseen outcome. He couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed.

“Shut up.” Sirius huffed, sinking further down.

“Come on, Pads. Lighten up,” Remus said. “You act like neither of us would jump at the chance if she had asked us.”

Remus was right after all. Sirius had done the same thing they would’ve. If there was any way to look at it, it was Sirius doing something sweet for you.

“Do you want to join? There’s honestly room for two more.” You offered, referring to the oversized tub they were in.

“Wait what?” Sirius squeaked.

“Say less!” James leapt to his feet, whisking out of his clothes in seconds.

Before Sirius could even protest, James made a light splash and settled in the tub on the opposite side with a satisfied groan. Sirius leaned his head back against his end of the tub. At this point, all he could do was let it happen.

“Moony?” James called, scooping up a collection of bubbles to show him.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t fancy being naked in a tub with you, James. ” He crossed his arms, but he was amused as he was entertaining the thought.

“If I have to take shit from you and tolerate him, then you have to.” Sirius barked, and Remus couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.

Remus supposed it was the least he could do. It’d make for a good memory if nothing else.

Remus wasn’t as enthusiastic as he removed his own clothes at a slower pace. Sirius felt you shudder when Remus’ back was revealed (James was too busy playing with the suds to notice). Remus’ back and shoulders had always been a soft spot for you. You added validity to the “chicks dig scars” mantra, and it was just generally a turn on for you.

Sirius couldn’t even be mad, because all three of them had different things that clicked something for you. Remus was much more careful when entering, and he managed not to send any water catapulting over the side (unlike James, who had a mess to clean up when this was over).

It turned out that you were right. There was just enough room for all four of you in that tub. You didn’t move from your position with Sirius, which made his stomach flutter in the best way. His hands were resting on either one of your thighs, his thumbs dragging back and forth lazily as his discreet show of affection. The two of you were quiet, snickering to yourselves as you watched James and Remus begin to argue.

“You have so much room, move over! Why are you — Hey! Watch where your hands are going!” Remus nearly jumped through the ceiling when James hand accidentally got a little too close.

“I’m literally on my si — get your LEG off of me!” James whined, and the two of them snowballed into a bicker fest.

Sirius’ laugh vibrated in your ear, his head shaking in amusement. Sirius had to admit that this was a little bit fun.

Was it unconventional? Yes.

A little bit weird. Absolutely.

But you were enjoying yourself, and Sirius would’ve been a fool not to notice that this was bringing you undeniable joy. Sirius kissed your head once more, James and Remus oblivious due to their fighting. There was a reason that this relationship worked so well. It was a very specific dynamic that worked in the best of ways. Sure, the alone time was nice and it was refreshing — but there was an energy that came with the four of you being together that was perfectly intoxicating.

Maybe sharing wasn’t so bad after all.

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The urge to write for the marauders / regulus black is soooo fucking strong but the lack of ideas and writers block is too real 😭 with that being said if you have Harry Potter requests please send them I’m so bored

**not my meme**

#harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #the maruaders #the marauders x reader #the marauders x y/n #james potter #james potter x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff #regulus black #regulus black x reader

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if the spice level of the last few stand alone fics are what you are planning for gc…i can’t wait

i finished paint and my god! you are feeding us crazy i love your work, just so good

(english is not my first language so i hope that has sense)

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Uff, A little bit of Paint was definitely spicy, wasn't it? It's DEFINITELY the level that we're going to get to in GC, especially when they're all together and they can't be apart from each other because enough pinning is enough.

It's going to be desperate and messy and sweet and jeez, I hope I can pull it off as I'm planning to.

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James Potter///Echoes of Love and Loss

Anonymous Request: James Potter and Y/n Evans first meeting and she doesn’t like him since he keeps bugging her and keeps calling her his future Mrs potter and months go on she and James end up dating leaving her best friend Snape heartbroken who has loved her since childhood and her sister Lily, is not happy about it about her sister relationship with James and tells her about Snapes feelings but she tells her that she only loves James and only sees snape as a brother But months later at graduation, James asks Y/n marry him leaving Snape sad and Lily mad as the wedding approached Lily nor Snape show up but Lily regret it when she finds out about the death of her sister and James

Warnings: unrequited love, characters deaths and lots of angst

The sunlight streaming through the large, dusty windows of the Hogwarts Great Hall was sending ever-changing patterns of light and shadow across the tables as you joined your sister Lily at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

"Anyone I should be aware of, Lily?" You asked, eyeing the bustling crowd.

"Hmm," Lily chewed her lip, thinking. "Well, there's Potter and his group of troublemakers," she said, pointing towards a group of four boys. Amongst them, one boy was louder, with untidy hair and circular glasses, his hazel eyes twinkling under the sunlight.

"He seems fun," you commented, your eyes twinkling at the boyish charm reflected in James Potter's eyes.

"He's a menace, more like," Lily shot back, with an irate frown creasing her forehead. "All he does is flaunt his Quidditch skills and annoy Snape."

"Ah, Severus," you said, rolling your eyes softening at the mention of him. Lily rolled her eyes at you, for not being a big fan of Snape's blatant favoritism for darker magic.

Just as you finished your conversation, James himself bounced over to your table with a cheeky grin. "Ah, Evans! And other Evans!" He laughed at his own joke.

You frowned at his extremely familiar tone but still asked politely, "You need something, Potter?"

"I need a lot of things, but right now, I just wanted to confirm our Astronomy study session. At eight," he said, looking at Lily but addressing you.

"We don't have any Astronomy study session, Potter," Lily irritated says

"But future Mrs Potter and I do," he winked towards you as you felt a hot flush climbing up your neck from this comment made you explode, "Keep dreaming, Potter, because that's the closest you'll ever get."

"Oi, Evans! Have you seen my Invisibility Cloak? I swear it was here just a minute ago," James said, his messy hair sticking out in all directions.

You sighed, a trace of annoyance in your voice. "For the hundredth time, Potter, I haven't seen it. Maybe you should learn to keep track of your things."

From the very beginning, James seemed determined to capture your attention. However, his relentless pursuit of hulk only served to irritate you even more James would cheekily call you his future Mrs. Potter, much to your annoyance. Months went by, with James persistently trying to win your affections, but you remained uninterested.

"Hey there, Mrs. Potter-to-be," James said, flashing a mischievous grin. "I've got a feeling we're meant to be together."

"Potter, I've told you a thousand times. I am not your future Mrs. Potter. And stop following me around!" You replied, frustration evident in your voice.

“Ah, love!!”James called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of their housemates. "Fancy to go at Gobstones?"

You looked up from your Transfiguration textbook, an unimpressed frown on your face . "No, thank you, Potter. I'd rather not waste my time."

James sauntered over, a playful glint in his hazel eyes. "Come on, it'll be fun! Or are you afraid of a little challenge?”

You sighed, closing your book with a snap. "It's not about the challenge. It's about the company."

Sirius Black, who had been lounging nearby, let out a low whistle. "Burn," he chuckled, earning himself a glare from James.

Months went by and the same scenario played out over and over again. You found yourself warming up to James, despite your initial irritation. He was bold, courageous, and above all, he genuinely cared for you. He did more than just annoy you – he also protected you,teased you, made you laugh and was always there when you needed someone.

Meanwhile, your best friend, Severus Snape, carried a deep and unrequited love for you . Snape had harbored these feelings since childhood, but he stayed silent, never daring to reveal his true emotions. As time passed, your heart began to open up to James, and the two of you gradually started dating.

You saw James nervously approaching you and you could sense that something important was on his mind. With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, you awaited his next words.

James took a deep breath, his usual confidence momentarily faltering. "Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he began earnestly.

Intrigued, you prompted him to continue, "What is it, James? You can tell me."

With a determined glint in his eyes, James mustered up the courage to ask, "Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

You felt a rush of emotions overwhelm you as you processed his heartfelt request. Your heart swelled with joy and uncertainty, but ultimately, you knew that your feelings for James were undeniable. With a soft smile and a voice filled with warmth, you replied, "Yes, James. I would love to be your girlfriend."

A radiant smile broke out on James's face, his eyes reflecting pure happiness. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, whispering words of gratitude and affection. In that moment, you knew that you had made the right choice, and you felt a deep sense of contentment knowing that you had found love in James.

Your heart sank as Snape finally mustered the courage to open up to you about his true feelings. You could see the raw vulnerability in his eyes, a mix of longing and pain that had gone unnoticed for far too long.

"Y/n," Snape began, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability, "I have loved you for as long as I can remember. How could you not see it all this time?"

Again your heart heart ached at his confession, realizing the depth of Snape's feelings for you. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, knowing that you needed to be honest with him, even if it meant causing him further heartache.

"I'm sorry, Snape," you started softly, your voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. You've always been there for me, and I value our friendship more than words can express. But my heart belongs to James. I love him, and I can't deny my feelings for him."

Snape's expression fell, his eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and resignation. He nodded silently, understanding the weight of Yours words even as they pierced his heart.

You reached out to gently touch Snape's shoulder, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, Snape. I care about you deeply, but in a different way. You're like a brother to me, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

As Snape processed your words, a bittersweet acceptance settled over him. Despite the pain of unrequited love, he knew that the bond would endure, albeit in a different form. And as You offered him a sad smile of understanding and compassion, you hoped that the shared history and friendship would serve as a source of comfort and strength for the both of you, even as the two of you navigated the complexities of his and your intertwined lives.

Lily was devastated to hear that you were dating James. She had always known that Snape had feelings for you , but she never thought you would choose James over him. She confronted you about it, trying to make you see the reason.

"Y/n, you know how much Snape cares for you. He's loved you since we were kids. How can you just throw away his feelings like that?" Lily pleaded with you.

You sighed, feeling guilty for hurting Snape, but you couldn't deny your feelings for James. "Lily, I care about Snape, I really do. But I don't love him in that way. I only see him as a brother. James is the one I love."

She shook her head in disbelief. "But Y/n, Snape would do anything for you. He would never hurt you. Can't you see that he's the better choice?"

Your heart ached at the thought of hurting Snape, but you knew that you had to follow your heart. "I know you're worried, Lily. But James has changed. He's not the same person he used to be. He truly loves me, and I love him. I hope you can understand that."

She reluctantly accepted your decision, though she couldn't shake the feeling that Snape was the one who truly cared for you . As your relationship with James blossomed, Snape tried to move on, but his heart remained broken, longing for the love he could never have. And Lily could only watch from the sidelines, hoping that you had made the right choice.

She sat down with you, her heart heavy with concern. "I know you love James. But how can you be with someone who has hurt our best friend so much?"

You looked down, feeling guilty for not standing up for their friend. "I know, Lily. I've seen the way James treated Severus, and I hated it. But he's changed, Lily. He's not the same person he used to be. He's apologized to Severus and he's trying to make things right."

She sighed, still not convinced. "I know people can change, But what if this is all just a show? What if he's still the same arrogant bully deep down?"

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "I believe in James, Lily. I believe in the person he's become. And I can't ignore the love I feel for him."

She wrapped her arms around you, knowing that she couldn't change your feelings. "I just want you to be happy, But please, be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt."

You hugged your sister back, grateful for her concern. "I'll be careful, Lily. I promise. And I hope you can understand why I love James, despite everything."

As James and you swam together in the tranquil waters of the Black Lake, you found yourself unable to keep the weight of Severus Snape's confession to yourself, any longer. The shimmering light of the lake danced around the two of you as you took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak.

"James, there's something I need to tell you," you began, your voice barely a whisper above the gentle lapping of the water.

James turned to you, his eyes searching with your curiosity. “ what’s wrong love?”

Taking a moment to compose yourself , you gathered your thoughts before speaking. “Snape confessed his feelings for me,"

James's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of concern shadowing his features. "Are you... thinking of being with him instead?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Feeling the weight of his words, you grasped his hand tightly and looked into his eyes, your own filled with sincerity. "James, Snape's feelings mean nothing to me. You are the one I love. You are the one I choose,"

A wave of relief washed over James as he processed your words, a small smile breaking across his face. Wrapping his arms around you, James and you held each other close, the gentle ebb and flow of the water mirroring the calm that settled over the two of you

“I love you so much Y/n.” James pressed his lips into yours

James and you were sitting in the Great Hall by side, your fingers intertwined with his. You couldn't believe that you were dating the boy who had once annoyed you to no end. But as you glanced across the hall, you saw your best friend Snape sitting with your sister and he had a look of heartbreak on his face.

Months later, as their graduation from Hogwarts approached, James made a life-altering decision. He gathered the courage to ask you to marry him

"Y/n, will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife?" James said, his eyes filled with pure adoration.

Your heart swelled with emotion, tears of joy streaming down your face. "Yes, James! Yes, a thousand times yes!"

It had been a beautiful day, filled with love and laughter as James Potter and you exchanged vows in front of their friends and family. The sun shone brightly as the two of you said 'I do', promising to love and cherish each other for all eternity.

But there was an empty space at the wedding, a hole that could not be filled. Lily and Severus, two people who had once been important in your lives, were absent. You couldn't help but feel the sting of their absence, wondering why they had chosen not to share in this special moment.

Despite the absence of Lily and Snape, you felt surrounded by love. Your new husband, James, held you close and whispered sweet words of comfort in your ear. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, stood by the side of the two of you, offering support and friendship in the face of sadness.

As time went on, Lily began to regret her decision to miss the wedding. She had let her pride and hurt feelings get in the way of supporting you on your special day. She reached out to you and James, hoping to make amends and rebuild their relationship.

But it was too late.

The memory of the last goodbye haunted James as you and him prepared for both sacrifices of his and yours. The weight of both of you impending fate pressed down on the two of you, but you and him found solace in each other's presence.

As the two of you stood side by side, memories of the past flooded the thoughts. The laughter, the tears, the love shared between James and you. And remembering the day that you and him had promised to always stand by each other, no matter what.

"James, my love," you said, tears in your eyes. "If this is the end, I want you to know that you have been the greatest love of my life."

James pulled you into a passionate embrace, your lips and his lips met with a desperate, final kiss. "And you, my darling Y/n, have been mine," he whispered. "I will love you forever."

Tragically, just a few moments later, Y/n and James were killed by Lord Voldemort.

It was a scene of heartbreaking despair as Severus Snape held your lifeless body in his arms, tears streaming down his face. The woman he loved, the one person who had brought light and joy into his otherwise dark and lonely life, was gone.

He whispered your name over and over again, a desperate plea for you to come back to him. But you remained still and silent, your eyes closed and your chest unmoving. The reality of your death hit him like a tidal wave, crushing his heart and leaving him gasping for air.

Suddenly, a small voice broke through his grief. "Mama," Harry said softly, his own eyes brimming with tears as he looked up at Snape and the lifeless form of your in his arms. Snape's heart twisted at the word, a painful reminder of the family he had lost in one tragic moment.

He held you closer, his sobs echoing in the quiet room as he tried to come to terms with the devastating loss. Harry reached out a hand, touching your cold cheek with a trembling finger, his lower lip quivering with unshed tears.

"Mama," he whispered again, his voice filled with longing and sorrow. Snape closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that a part of him had died along with you. .

Lily was devastated when she received the news. The sister she had pushed away, the sister she had neglected to support, was gone. She mourned the loss of you and James, regretting the choices she had made that had led to this moment.

In the end, Lily realized the true value of family and friendship. She vowed to honor the memory of her sister and brother-in-law, to be a better friend and sister to those she loved.

And as she looked at Harry, the boy who had lost his parents so tragically, she knew that she would do everything in her power to protect him, to love him, and to make sure he never felt

But as he looked down at Harry too, his heart clenched with a fierce determination. He would do whatever it took to protect the boy, to keep him safe and ensure that he never had to endure the pain of losing another loved one.

#James potter #James potter x you #james potter x y/n #James potter x reader!!Evans #the marauders #the marauders x you #the marauders x reader #the marauders x y/n #james potter imagines

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