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sxriusblxck · 1 year

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bassist!remus lupin x singer!sirius black

summary: remus and sirius have some time to spare before a show and decide to spend it pleasuring one another

warnings: making-out, pwp, lowkey size kink, frotting, pet-names, implied blowjob at the end

word count: 958

ty to @unlust-fvck for the idea mwah mwah

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Remus barely has time to fully enter the dressing room that Sirius sketchily summoned him too, (the singer dropped a crumpled ball of paper in the bassist's fist that read 'dressing room #5, now.' and left it at that) before his back is shoved against the door and a pair of hungry, cigarette stained lips are molding against his.

Knowing it's only his needy lead singer, his hands immediately drift to his narrow hips, shoving Sirius's front against his chest while suckling at his bottom lip.

Sirius whimpers instantaneously, nipping at Remus's upper lip in response. That earns him nails in his hips, urging him closer, a thick thigh slipping between his legs to push him higher up.

It's widely known that the fiery singer of The Marauders was at least four inches shorter than their witty bassist, so it was obvious Remus had to find someway to inconspicuously bring Sirius to his height without damaging his ego.

If a leg in the crotch was what it took, he was more than okay with that.

"Got 'bout ten minutes." Sirius pants into the taller boy's mouth, barely pulling back to breathe, much less to speak.

"Enough for me." Remus grins.

Pushing off the door, he backs them toward the black leather couch against the far wall, dropping down on top of Sirius when he falls onto his back. He assumes his position straddling the younger boy's waist, wasting no time in grinding his growing bulge against the tent in his lovers tight pants.

"Remmy, don' have much time." Sirius pouts, reaching between their bodies to palm at Remus's cock.

Forehead dropping to Sirius's, Remus groans, eyes squeezing shut at the delicious sensation of a warm hand on his aching erection.

"Get your kit off." He shifts up, hastily unbuttoning his slacks and dragging them down his legs with his boxers in tow. "Now."

"Love when you get all dominant." Sirius snickers, wiggling out of his leather pants beneath him.

Remus only rolls his eyes, shifting back down once they're both fully undressed from the waist down, pecking his lover's plump lips before grabbing hold of his cock from the base.

He gives himself a few pumps before lining it up with Sirius's, savoring the sight of his thicker cock against his boy's longer one. The image never fails to get him all worked-up.

He wraps one of his large hands around both of their cocks, squeezing them together before stroking up and down.

"Fu-uuck." The bassist groans, head dropping onto his singer's chest.

"Feels s'good, baby." He whines, wiggling his hips, positively aching at the feel of his sweetheart's cock against his own.

"I know, I know." Remus grunts. "Can feel ya' throbbing against me."

Sirius whines again, bringing his hands up to cover his face while Remus fucks their cocks together, mixed pre-cum running down the both of them.

It's wet and dirty and so fucking hot. They're on a time crunch and it's the closet they can get to fucking without actually doing it, there wouldn't be enough time.

Peaking out between a slit in his fingers, Sirius watches as his lover crumbles. Lip tugged between his teeth, cheeks pink, Remus looks like a fucking vision. The sight has Sirius twitching, whimpering and writhing against the couch.

"Can- can I have a kiss?" Sirius requests, shy as if Remus would ever dare deny him of anything.

Their lips are connected in seconds, both fucking into Remus's wet hand as drool slips from Sirius's mouth.

He's in fucking heaven as Remus's grip tightens, pushing their cocks closer while he fucks against Sirius. He's going insane with the feeling, glancing at the clock and noting they only have six minutes before the they're summoned before fulling immersing himself in the pleasurable feeling.

Lips parting, Remus ducks his head into the crook of Sirius's neck, nipping and sucking at the pale skin while he strokes their cocks, occasionally squeezing and rubbing his thumb against the both of their slits to collect the wetness.

They only ever do this when it's supposed to be fast, when there's no lube or they have to be somewhere, but it feels all the same. Remus loves being close to Sirius and Sirius loves being close to Remus, doesn't matter how. The intimacy is what they crave.

"Are ya' close, sweetie?" Remus grunts, fucking wildly against his fist and Sirius's cock, trying his hardest to make this as quick and as pleasurable as possible.

"Mhm hm." Is all Sirius can make out, lips parted, eyelashes kissing his cheekbones as he lets himself melt into the feeling of Remus.

"Want you to cum for me." Remus's speed increases. "Need to feel ya' cum on m'cock. Need to feel your cock throbbing and spilling all over me."

"Yes, yes!"

"Cum for me, Siri. Cum all over my fuckin' cock."

Sirius was never one to go against orders, bucking wildly into Remus's hand until his seed is shooting out and coating his sweetheart's knuckles, whines and moans echoing throughout the small room.

Remus follows soon after, rutting faster against Sirius's twitching cock until he empties his load onto his lover. The milky liquid mixes with Sirius's, coating his hand and the both of their cocks.

They take a second to recollect, a few more languid pumps of Remus's fist before he's collapsing on top of Sirius.

The older boy let's out a groan, wrapping his arms around Remus's back, humming when said boy kisses his cheek.

"Let's go, boys! Three minute's till we're on!" James calls through the door.

Remus sits up, thighs spread, drippy cock hanging between them.

"Come on, clean me off so you can go show off those pretty marks to everyone." Remus grins.

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sp1rit-realm · 4 months

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“Remember when we read Romeo and Juliet?” Remus asks.

“Mhm,” Sirius nods, wiping away his tears.

“What were some of the first lines?”

“Remus,” Sirius groans, “you’re really going to quiz me now? When we’re…”

Breaking up? Leaving one another? Ending this weird, fucked up situation?

“Sirius, just answer the question.”

“A pair of star-crossed lovers.”

Remus nods; sad smile accompanying his teary eyes.

“Us,” Sirius mutters.

“Us,” Remus echoes, softer. “I’ll love you forever, pads.”

“I love you, moons.”

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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padfootswand · 1 year

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colloportus 6

Colloportus 6

pairing; wolfstar

warnings; heavy NSFW, overstimulation, oral, possessive sex

Remus woke slowly, glancing over at Sirius the moment his ceiling swam into clear vision. Sirius was curled up next to him, his hair splayed out behind him, fast asleep and looking peaceful. His expression was almost innocent, and Remus couldn’t help but smile. He brushed a curl out of his face and tucked it behind his ear, a loving gesture that surprised himself.

He looked over at the clock. He had class soon, and so did Sirius. Even though he was to be punished, it seemed cruel to wake him up when he was in such deep slumber. Remus smiled again and shook his head, dutifully sliding out of bed to head to the class on his own. He’d find Sirius later.

Remus walked through the corridor alone with his bookbag clutched at his side, the weight of the textbooks staggering. The bottom was threatening to split, and as he took another step, it wavered. He let out a frustrated groan and stepped into a small alcove to deal with it, shrugging it off his aching shoulder and kneeling on the ground.

He lifted it up and the contents immediately tumbled out like a flood. Remus frowned, examining the completely split bottom. He could’ve sworn it hadn’t even split yet, he could’ve sworn he hadn’t even seen a tiny rip. Something was up.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the alcove as if it had been initially melted into the wall, and Remus startled and jumped back. Barty raised his eyebrow at him in a mildly infuriating way, and tilted his head towards Remus in a half-nod gesture. Remus stared back, refusing to speak first.

“Surprised you aren’t keeping a tighter leash on that boyfriend of yours,” Barty drawled, bending down to pick up Remus’s books. He opened it and flipped through, disinterested. “You’re still taking Runes?“

Remus snatched the book back so fast the paper edge nearly cut into Barty’s skin. “I find it interesting,” he mumbled. He’d never quite known what to say to Barty after their excursions, and he didn’t think he ever would. He was about to mend his bag bottom, sling it over his shoulder and walk off, but something Barty had said made him stop in his tracks. “What boyfriend?”

Barty blinked, but recomposed quickly. “Didn’t think you were that casual.”

“Who are you talking about?” Remus asked wearily.

“You’re really going to make me spell it out?” Barty folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Black.”

Remus blanched. Sirius? How did he even know about that? Not even James knew. He watched as Barty took in his wary expression, expecting to see one of glee wash over his face. Instead, a ripple of confusion. A hint of perplexity. Even Barty had confused himself. This was one confusing conversation.

“What are you talking about?” Remus repeated.

“I’m talking about that boyfriend of yours following me down to the dungeons yesterday and letting me take care of him when you refused to.” Barty blinked back at him.

A cold feeling dropped in Remus’s chest. Sirius had…Sirius had gone running to Barty? That was who had helped him?

Barty shifted. “I didn’t think you were that exclusive, Remus, I was kidding.”

“So it didn’t happen?”

“No, it did, but-”

“Excuse me,” Remus cut him off, choppily mending his bag with his wand and hauling it over his shoulder. He sped out of the alcove in a nervous flurry, the fear and jealousy stirring at the bottom of his stomach.

Barty was right. They weren’t exclusive, they weren’t even supposed to have feelings for each other. Remus wasn’t supposed to feel this hurt that Sirius had gone in search of someone else for release. But he did. He wanted to be the only one to give him satisfaction, he wanted to own that utterly fucked-out look right after he came, and he hated it.

In that moment, he wanted Sirius to be the last thing on his mind. He should’ve been the last thing on his mind, but flashes to his tangled hair and fingers gripping the bedsheets and his flushed red skin and the way he’d say “Moony”-

Remus shuddered. He needed badly to get a grip, and he needed to do it fast

With any luck, Sirius was still fast asleep in the dorm and Remus would be able to continue on to his lesson without running into him and his stirring feelings of jealousy. He gritted his teeth and walked into the classroom, wishing he’d just left when Barty had first approached him to begin with.

Remus felt like a ghost walking out of lesson. He’d been spacey the entire time, not hearing a word the professor had said, and multiple times, he’d had to be nudged back to the present. He couldn’t help but think about his best friend. He’d never been like this before, never been so horrifyingly possessive over Sirius of all people. But his mind kept replaying Barty and Sirius, Barty’s hands on Sirius, his mouth trailing in places only Remus wanted to touch. He couldn’t stand it.

He stormed back to the common room and up the stairs to the boys dorm, tossing his bookbag on his bed with reckless abandon. The spot Sirius had been laying in was vacant. Remus pressed his lips together and tried not to think about where he could’ve been. With Barty again? With Evan? With anyone else but him?

Remus didn’t realise the shower had been running in the bathroom until it turned off, the room filling with harsh silence. He looked up at the door slowly opening, steam threatening to escape. “Prongs?” He called, guessing.

“Er, no,” Sirius stepped out awkwardly in a towel, closing the door behind him. “He left a while ago. You looking for him?”

“No,” Remus blinked, staring. Sirius’s hair was wet, brushing his bare shoulders, and his hands were fiddling with the doorknob to the bathroom. The reasonable part of him felt like he should talk it out with him. The unreasonable part?

He approached Sirius, leaning in and reaching his hand out to close the door behind him. Sirius looked up at him, surprised to be caught between Remus and the door. He found his words pretty quickly, but it didn’t help the flush in his cheeks. That was fine. Remus rather liked it. “Oh, hey, Moony.”

“Hey Pads,” Remus said, the ease in his voice surprising even him. He took a breath. “Heard you went running to Crouch yesterday.”

Sirius’s eyes grew wide, something dawning on his face. “Oh-shit, Rem, I didn’t really…I thought we weren’t-”

“No, save it,” Remus waved it off as if it were insignificant. “You want to cum so bad, Siri? You got it.”

Sirius stared. “What? You’re letting me off the hook?”

Remus shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that.” He watched Sirius’s lips twitch, then form into a grin.

“Haven’t we got class soon?” Sirius pointed out, but it was clear to the both of them that class was the last thing on their minds.

“You weren’t in the first one,” Remus reminded. “I hardly think they’ll miss you.” His eyes roamed Sirius’s bare torso with a hunger he knew was very visible. He nodded towards Sirius’s bed, the closest to the door they were leaning against. “Shall we, Pads?”

“We shall.” Sirius grinned and launched himself backwards on the bed, the towel falling from his hips with reckless abandon. Remus sucked in a breath and all but dove on top of him, shifting his wet hair aside to print a wine-coloured mark on his neck.

Sirius shifted beneath him, letting out a tiny gasp. Remus grinned against his skin and littered more marks down his neck and chest, eventually lowering his mouth to between his legs.

Sirius glanced down at him, propping himself up on his elbows.

“What?” Remus asked.

Sirius’s pale skin flushed again as he smirked. “You look pretty between my legs like that.”

Remus fought the urge to blush himself. Here he was, intending on punishing Sirius, yet he was the one being reduced to a red-faced mess. “Shut up.”

Sirius opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off in a breathy moan as Remus began slowly taking him into his mouth. Sirius had already been hard when his towel had slipped off, Remus noted. His mind wandered to what he’d been doing in the shower, and he let Sirius’s tip hit the back of his throat.

“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius whined above him as Remus placed his hands on his inner thighs, separating his legs a little further. “That-that’s-Moony, oh Godric.”

Remus began bobbing his head up and down, trying to draw him closer to the edge quicker. He would’ve preferred to be up by his ear, muttering filthy things under his breath, but the weight of Sirius on his tongue was slowly winning him over.

He slid his tongue over the tip, and Sirius arched his back into him. Pleased with the reaction he got, he did it again. He couldn’t resist but draw back and drawl in a teasing voice, “You’re easy to please today.”

Sirius groaned, his cock twitching at his words and at the loss of Remus’s mouth on him. He slung a hand over his eyes, mumbling something Remus didn’t quite catch. “In the shower…thought about you…”

Remus grinned. So he’d been right. “Thought about me?” he pressed. “Like what?”

Sirius let out a sigh of pleasure, refusing to talk as Remus lowered his hand and wrapped it around his stiff cock. Remus slowly began stroking, and Sirius’s hips involuntarily jerked up into his hands.

Remus kept talking. “I can make you cum so many times today,” he mused quietly. “In any way you’d like. However many times you want. All you have to do for me is be a good boy and keep talking, Siri. Tell me everything.”

Sirius whimpered as Remus began to speed up. “Stop talking, and I’ll stop, too.”

“Fine, fine,” Sirius said liltingly, dropping his head back on the pillow and letting his eyes flutter closed. “I-I thought about you and your hands on m-me, oh, Godric,” Sirius broke off as Remus took him back in his mouth. “And how good you are with that-that tongue thing you d-”

Remus hummed around him and stroked his inner thigh, swiping his tongue around Sirius’s now leaking tip. His eyes flicked up at him, wordlessly reminding him to keep going.

“Fuck, Moony,” Sirius whined instead, bucking his hips up into his mouth. “Y-you’re so good, oh, Godric.”

Remus presses his thumb into his skin, slowly slowing his actions as a reminder. “Alright, alright,” Sirius gasped. “I-I think about your-fuck, your cock.” Remus raised his eyebrows up at him, decently surprised. “Want it in my mouth, want it i-in me-”

Remus nearly choked on his cock, and felt his trousers tighten further. God, Sirius would be the fucking death of him. He licked his tip again, and Sirius nearly collapsed at his mouth.

“Rem, oh Godric, Rem,” Sirius whined, bucking into Remus’s mouth. He didn’t care, Rem was somehow infinitely better than Moony. “Please, M-Merlin, I’m gonna-“

With one last high pitched moan, he shot thick ropes down Remus’s throat, which he dutifully swallowed. Remus pulled his mouth off and continued to stroke him through his orgasm until Sirius’s hand blindly shoved him away.

Sirius’s fingers hooked around Remus’s collar and roughly pulled him up, staring up at him through his haze. This was it, Remus thought. The face he wanted to entirely own. Remus’s hand gently closed around Sirius’s neck, and Sirius let out a soft groan and tipped his head back.

“Hey, Moony,” Sirius grinned up at him tiredly. “That was amazing.”

Remus smirked. “‘M not done with you yet,” he reminded gently, but let Sirius pull him on top of his chest anyway.

“Just give me a minute,” Sirius sighed, running his fingers through Remus’s hair mindlessly. “Can’t cum that many times in a row..still sensitive.”

Remus buried his face in Sirius’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. “We’ll get you there,” he insisted, shifting. His hand drifted over to Sirius’s thigh, and Sirius’s legs fell apart almost instantly. Remus bit back a groan at the sight and started rubbing gentle circles on his inner right thigh.

“You’re too good to me,” Sirius mumbled, turning his head to kiss Remus on his hair. Remus’s chest filled with butterflies.

“Shh, Pads,” he murmured against Sirius’s skin. “Save your energy for now. We’re going to keep going in a moment.”

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unlust-fvck · 2 years

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wolfstar x reader blurb p.2

a/n i was requested for part two!!! sorry if it’s confusing auugh

your eyes widen.

“r-remus-“ you start.

he cuts you off with a shake of his head.

“it’s alright, really.” he says quietly. “i wasn’t uncomfortable.” you sigh, trying to figure out what to say. “no, i’m sorry about liking both of you. it makes me seem greedy but i’m not, i’m really not. i promise i’m not, an-“

once again you were cut off, but not by remus, “hey, just breathe, it’s alright, we aren’t going to yell at you or anything,” sirius says gently, followed by a chuckle.

“there’s something we’ve been meaning to tell you as well.” he adds. you look up at him and beg yourself not to become speechless.

sirius throws a look to remus that is answered with a nod. his eyes fall back on you. “remus and i have been together for a bit,” he starts.

your face twists.

you went off and kissed sirius right in front of remus. how on earth could the brunette not be uncomfortable?!

you force yourself to nod.

“and we’ve kind of always had you in mind if we were to add a third.” he finished.

wow.

how ominous and confusing could he be?

you tilt your head, begging him to go on. he remains silent. you look to remus who is a bit more cheerful, but also silent. it’s a staring game for what feels like hours as you look between to two.

“s-so,” you finally whisper, conjuring up the courage. “do you want me to be that third?”

remus nods, “only if you want to. we won’t force you to do anything, just laying it on the table.”

a spark of joy fills your stomach as you can’t help but grin. “oh you don’t have to force me, really.” you answer.

your eyes finally fall on sirius; he’s still straight faced, but his eyes show a calm ocean, flowing onto the shores and filling every grain of sand it can find.

he takes remus’ hand, eyes still on you. “so it’s settled then?” he asks, finally looking away from you and to remus.

“i’d think so, yeah.” the brunette replies as he begins to saunter towards the door, sirius in tow. you stay put, not sure where your place is.

“oh come on then,” sirius says, a small grin finally reaching his stone cold features.

the walk back to the common room was uneventful; just the sounds of breathing and footsteps.

once in the dorm, it was empty except for the three of you. james had gone to the common room to spend time with lily and peter was god knows where.

you sat on the edge of a bunk; presumably sirius’ from the looks of the night stand. there was a stack of records sat in a crate underneath the said table; david bowie, t. rex, and black sabbath was all you could see. on the top of the nightstand laid an ash tray with a few half smoked cigarettes next to it.

as you were assessing the atmosphere, you flinched when sirius sat down beside you; shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

“do you know why i came up to you earlier before the requirement room?” he asked as his eyes laid ahead. you shook your head. “i was thinking you might’ve wanted to kiss me again.” he said with an exhale.

your heart skipped a beat as you stumbled around your brain to find the perfect response. “well, would you like me to?” you asked, looking up at him.

your eyes flicked along his jaw, his temple, his neck, his hair. he finally made eye contact with you, but didn’t give a verbal answer.

his lips crashed into your own as his hands skirted up your face to hold either side of your jaw. you shyly nipped at his bottom lip which earned you a quiet groan. you shyed away quickly, afraid you may have hurt him.

he looked at you, a brow raised. “do you really think you could hurt me with something like that, love?” he remarked with a cheeky grin. your face might’ve went up in flames from how hot it was as he dipped back down again.

the brief session was broken as remus cleared his throat. your head shot up and you had a sinking feeling filling your chest. he nodded to his own bunk. “bed’s made.” he hummed nonchalantly.

you waited for the both of them to slip into the bed before weaseling your way between them. remus turned your head to face his own. you shyed away momentarily. “oh come on, he gets a turn but i don’t?” he whispered.

though you liked remus a bit more than friends did, his demeanor still frightened you. unlike sirius, remus was always hard to read. his eyes didn’t change, his face really didn’t either. if he didn’t want emotions to be detected, they wouldn’t. sirius was the opposite; his poor attempts at remaining stone faced were poorly executed due to the fact that his eyes showed it all.

you were brought back to reality as a scarred hand graced the side of your face. you leant forward timidly as he met you in the middle, gently moving along your lips. you melted and gave in as you scooted closer to him. he explored along your lips and remained strictly chaste when he pulled off.

the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air and you looked to sirius. he had a cigarette between his teeth, a trail of smoke following it into the air.

“what?” he said, throwing his hands up half heartedly. “what else am i supposed to do? watch?” you chuckled and laid down, making yourself comfortable.

your eyes flicked between to two boys, unable to choose who to look at.

you’d be okay with that being your biggest problem.

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railingsofsorrow · 11 months

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home is wherever i'm with you

[r. lupin x s. black]

summary: the one where teddy is fussing the whole night and sirius is almost crying along with him when remus comes to the rescue.

pairing: r.lupin x s.black (ft. teddy lupin)

w.c: 2.5K

warnings/content: fluff; angst; crying; fear of not being good enough; conversation about ghosts from the past; hints towards abuse; teddy lupin and wolfstar being the loml.

A/N: wolfstar!dads is something that's constantly on my mind so i decided to write about it.

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“C'mon, bub.” Sirius pleads, cradling the crying three-year-old toddler to his chest. he's been sobbing for half an hour and Sirius has no idea where those tears are coming from. That river should be empty by now. “Tell me what's wrong, mhm? Was it a bad dream? Is your head hurt?”

The wailing proceeded to get harder.

Sirius leaned away slightly, eyes frantically looking for any form of a bump in the little boy's head. Remus had insisted they started trying to let Teddy sleep by himself on his own bed, and Sirius begrudgingly agreed. Now he didn't think it was a good idea. Has his son fallen out of bed? Was he crying because he was hurt?

“Wait— Teddy, stop fussing, let me look at you, are you hurt?” He tried to pry his little arms away from his neck so he could give him a once over but that fight was proving to be impossible. He was clinging to him like a lifeline. “Bub, I've got to see you. Can you look at Dada?” His ears were ringing to the shrilling sound but that wasn't what he cared about. Teddy hesitated but relaxed his arms, slowly lifting his head to look at Sirius. The sobs didn't stop but they had diminished a little. “There he is,” Sirius gave him a weak smile, cleaning his wet cheeks as his eyes studied his frame carefully. “Did you fall off your bed?” He questioned slowly, brows knitting when he only earned a weak shake of the head.

Teddy's big brown eyes watched him curiously, following the fingers that kept moving around his frame, when his arm was lifted he let out a surprised giggle.

Sirius’s eyes widened, “Was that a giggle I heard?” He tickled the little boy's armpit again. Teddy squirms on his arms, childish laughs erupting from his throat. Okay. That's better. “You're okay now, aren't you? You just wanted my attention?”

“Papa,” Teddy mumbled after his laughs quietened down. “Papa.” he said more urgently rubbing his eyes, honey orbs welling with tears causing Sirius’ grin to disappear. The wailing started as if it never stopped.

“Shh, shh.” Sirius tried it all. Singing, swaying, bad jokes, a bed time story, even tickling him again — nothing worked. “Papa is sleeping, bub. He's tired. But I'm here.” He pressed his lips to the younger's curls. “Dada's right here.”

“Papa!” Teddy manages to explode Sirius’s eardrums with the scream. When he turned to the entrance of the living room, a tired-looking remus lupin greet him with a smile. Teddy repeated his name until he reached them and Remus chuckled at his grabby hands, picking him up from his husband's arms.

“Hello,” Remus says as Teddy nuzzles his cold nose on the croak of his neck, arms gripping his sweater tightly as if scared he would run off somewhere. “Why aren't you sleeping, sweetheart? It's really late.”

“Thought he might've fallen off the bed,” Sirius said, giving him a pointed look. I told you this wasn't a good idea. To which he received a roll of eyes. “But he told me no. He's not hurt either— I've tried everything, moony.” He crossed his arms, forehead creasing in concern. “He just kept saying papa.”

Remus let out a hum of acknowledgment, outstreching a hand towards him as the other arm supported the three-year-old. Sirius locked their fingers, taking a step towards them. He studied Teddy with a sad smile.

“I guess he just needed you.”

Remus took his hand to his lips, “He missed me,” he said quietly, looking down at the head full of chocolate curls that matched the color of his hair. “He's not used to not seeing one of us for a whole day. With the full moon... his routine was disrupted.”

“You should lay down,” Sirius frowned, caressing the side of his cheek. “Get some rest.”

“I've got enough rest for the entire year.”

“You're so dramatic.” Sirius huffs out a chuckle. “Your body breaks bones once a month. You have every right to stay in bed. Resting. Recovering. Which is what you should be doing.” his fingers brushed his son's strands away from his lashes. “I can take him to bed. He's down like a light.”

Remus gives him a short kiss on the cheek before stepping away and moving towards the stairs, hearing Sirius grumbling in protest behind him.

Once he left Teddy on the bed, sounding asleep, he kissed the top of his head and exited the room, making sure the door was ajar in case he woke up again.

Walking back towards his bedroom, he's met with the image of his husband sitting at the edge of their bed, hunched over frame and hands running through his face. His dark hair fell like curtains above his shoulders. It had gotten longer through the years, Remus can't remember the last time he cut it. Not that he should, he likes it the way it is. Sirius seems to like it too, says it's good for braiding and styling.

“Hey,” Remus perched down beside him, placing his chin on his shoulder as his hands trailed down his arms in a gentle manner. “You okay?”

Sirius nods, leaning into him. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

Remus could feel something was wrong. But he wouldn't force him to tell him anything, he would when he thought it was the right time.

“I just— sometimes I think he hates me,” Sirius choked out.

Remus’s movements halted, “Teddy?” he asked, bewilderment taking over his features.

Sirius leaned away, letting out a shaky breath before he carried on. “I don't know how to— I don't have the warmth a parent should, Remus. The way you do. You know when you make him feel safe just by being in the room? I don't think he feels that way with me. I was never taught how to do it. I never had that kind of—that kind of—”

“Love?” Remus asked, understanding where this was coming from. It was deeper than a sleepless night. It came from the blood running within his veins and the heartache marked in the scars on his body and on his soul. Remus recognized that haunted far-away look anywhere. “Sirius,” he nudged his shoulder, touching his cheek softly. when he saw the red-rimmed eyes his heart clenched. “Darling, you have more than just warmth. you have love and you have goodness in you.” He placed his palm on his chest, caressing right above his heart. “...and your son sees that more than anybody else. he feels that, Sirius.”

“I think that no matter how hard I try not to be like them—like her, it will be useless. She's crawling into my skin just like she did before. and,” his throat clogged up. “and Teddy will resent me when he grows up just like I resent them.”

He's been keeping this inside for so long and Remus just knows this by his cries are coming out in desperate sobs. He quickly wrapped his arms around Sirius’s shaking frame, bringing his head to rest on his shoulder. Remus stayed like that for a while, murmuring sweet reassurances in his husband's ear until his sobs died down and became a soft breath against his skin.

“I don't know how to change,” Sirius mumbles in a low tone.

“Why would you have to?” Remus plays with his long strands, resting his cheek against his temple. “You don't, darling. Who you are right now is enough.” When Sirius moves to retort something, Remus quickly pecks his lips. “Let me finish.” He gives him a look that renders Sirius quiet. “You don't see the things I do because you don't look for them. But the way Teddy clings to you when he has nightmares or the accomplice grin he sends your way when he's done something wrong or when he only wants you to read your bedtime stories because he knows you make up some crazy fiction and don't actually read the ones in the books; I see it. I see it all the time.”

There's a beat and he knows his words meant something because of the way the gray eyes in front of him are glinting with something other than sadness. Hope.

“Teddy cannot hate you,” Remus lifts his chin, drawing circles on his cheek lovingly. “He cannot do anything besides loving you, Sirius. You make him feel safe. You make him feel loved. Just like I do. This place—this life we built? It belongs to all of us. You don't need to change to be here. you need to be yourself. you need to be my loving and beautiful husband who's terrible at cooking but tries anyway,” that earned him a tearful chuckle and a slight push. He grinned wickedly. “You need to keep being you. The man I love. Teddy's amazing father.” He pauses. “Sirius.” He leans his forehead on him. “They can't hurt you anymore. She can't. And anything that happens from now on— anything you'll build... It will be yours, nothing can take that away.”

“Teddy won't grow up to resent you,” I can't ever see that as an option. “I know it's hard to be free from these thoughts. I know it feels like they're following your every move. That they won't ever leave you alone.” There's some part of Remus, not only on full moons, that he just wants to crawl up and disappear. His mind is too much, too dark and too dangerous, often it feels like a cave in the middle of nowhere in which bony creatures climb the walls and sink their claws into them. So he knows what it feels like. Even if their pain is different, it's still the same. That deep old ache stinging in their chest. “But I'm here to help you chase them away, okay? What your head tells you may not always be the truth.” Effie's words slip out of his tongue as if they have been his all along. She's comforted all of them during different periods of time and he's thankful he's been one of those people. There are some things Euphemia Potter told Remus that he didn't quite understand until later. These days, he's still coming to terms with bits of her advice. She might be gone but she's still here, caring for everyone with her wise words.

“I love you,” Sirius tilts his head to look at him properly. “I love you so bad, moony.”

“I love you, too.”

Sirius brushes his lips against his, kissing him slowly, then he leans back and looks at him as if he was seeing Remus for the first time. It always feels like the first time with them.

“You really think it was a good idea to let him sleep by himself?”

“Oh, god.” Remus cries out. “Here we go.”

“I'm just saying! Maybe it’s too early—” Sirius attempts to bargain but Remus is two steps ahead as always.

“He needs to learn now, otherwise he'll never get used to sleeping in his own bedroom.”

Sirius sighs, a sad undertone when he speaks again. although Remus is very much aware he's not sad anymore, it's just the dramatics. “Okay.”

Remus smiles a bit, “Teddy will handle it.”

“I don't want him to grow up,” Sirius frowns slightly, lower lip thrusting out.

Remus hums, pulling him towards the bed. Sirius lets him do it, his body curling in his husband's chest like he's done countless times before.

“I don't want it either,” Remus admits quietly, burying his nose in his hair, which smells like strawberry and some fancy fragrance from his expensive shampoo.

There's a soft knock on the door, small socked feet and a mess of honey-brown curls peeking through the small space open. They hadn't closed it completely in case Teddy needed them in the middle of the night.

“Hey,” Sirius crawled out of the bed, pushing the door open wide. “What's wrong?” He asked softly, crouching down to Teddy's height. The little boy had his lips pressed together in a pout, arms folded.

“No stowies.” Teddy complained, tapping his left foot on the floor. Remus covered a laugh by clearing his throat. He looked exactly like Sirius did in first year when he hadn't got what he wanted. The pout and the foot tapping on the floor in an impatient manner. The resemblance was uncanny. “Dada.” He drawled, swaying their hands together.

Sirius stole a look at Remus, suppressing a smile. When he looked down at Teddy, he was met with a frown. “Oh, you want stories?”

“You forget!”

“I did forget, didn't I?” Sirius quickly pull him to his arms, throwing him up in the air to catch him again. The room was filled with childish shrieks and giggling. “I'm sorry, Teddy. That's awful. Can you ever forgive me? Can you?” Teddy's giggles proceeded to enhance considerably.

Remus sat crisscrossed on the bed, watching the scene with fondness melting his insides. he loved these little moments. there's nowhere else he'd feel at home than right here.

“C'mon, baby. Fun's over.” Sirius huffed, lowering the boy towards Remus so he could say goodnight. “Kiss your papa and let's go to our dream adventure.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Remus said softly, giving him a butterfly kiss which made Teddy giggle cutely. Sirius send him a wink and walked out of the room with their son squirming in his hold.

When Sirius walked back into their shared bedroom, he promptly threw his body on top of Remus, who let out a groan in protest even though his arms wrapped around Sirius's slim waist instinctively. They fit into each other like puzzle pieces.

“Did he make you tell those stories?”

“it wouldn't be Teddy if he didn't want to hear about that time we turned the entire Slytherin house pink.”

Remus's laugh was muffled by Sirius's chest. “I reckon he's got a talent for mischief." Leaning back, Sirius wriggled his eyebrows knowingly. “What d'you think he'll be like at eleven?"

“Hogwarts’ worst nightmare.”

“Minnie's secret favorite student.” Sirius corrected him, poking his cheek. Remus bit the tip of his finger and ends up earning a slap on the shoulder. “You know who it was back then, don't you?”

Remus's lips crinkle at the edges. “Let me guess: you, Padfoot?”

“Of course it was me.” He said pointedly.

“Okay.” Remus kisses his cheek to hide his grin. “Sure it was.”

Sirius acknowledges the sarcasm in his tone and keeps insisting on the topic until Remus admits the truth – his truth – by ticklish threats. Which is unfair because Remus is very much sensitive to anything touching his sides, exactly like Teddy. And Sirius is aware of that he just takes advantage to get his way around. As Teddy sleeps soundly in his room down the hall after his most precious bedtime stories, they fall asleep in each other's arms under a blanket of comfort and safety like they do every night.

・。.・゜✭・. ・。.・゜✭・.

#wolfstar blurb #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin x sirius black #teddy lupin is the loml #wolfstar!dads #wolfstar fluff

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cardiganmoony · 10 months

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the archer

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

content: angst. just real sad shit.

summary: "i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost / the room is on fire, invisible smoke" - the archer, taylor swift Sirius lies low at Lupin's. They're both hiding, in their own ways.

notes: enjoy this sort of oldish blurb while i get to writing new stuff for this account specifically. most of my stuff here will be x reader buttt if you wanted to request more pairings i would be happy to write for most :)

Sirius is a ghost, haunting Remus’ halls. He hasn’t seen the man since he unlocked the door for him three weeks ago. Maybe that’s for the best. Remus has been alternating between angry and extremely, horribly sad since that night in the shack.

But Sirius leaves traces, empty mugs in the sink, bowls and forks put back in slightly different places than they were before. Remus can’t see him, but he knows he’s there. Still out of reach, even living in the same home. He swears he can hear his heartbeat through the walls as he sleeps. It’s a wonder he manages to avoid Remus so well.

Remus takes to writing letters. Sirius, the first one reads. I’ve tried to hate you for so long that I can’t remember what it felt like to do anything else. He writes it. And then, resolutely, he burns it.

I used to be so sad, all the time. Now I’m angry in between. Angry at Peter. Angry at you and, horribly perhaps but I can’t help it, James and Lily. You all promised, but the second you heard a whisper of doubt, you could no longer trust me. The wolf was bigger and harder to ignore than you ever thought it was, I suppose. I can’t blame you. Remus falls asleep on the couch as he writes. He sleeps all the way through the night, doesn’t stir at all. When he wakes, the letter is gone from his hand and a cold cup of tea has replaced it. He wonders how long it’s been there.

Remus almost runs into Sirius in the kitchen. He knows because he steps into the living room and hears running water, and immediately scampers back into his room. He writes a letter from the safety of solitude. I guess I’m scared of you now. You’ve haunted my memories, and now you haunt my home. Ghostly is what you are, Sirius Black, and I’ve always been afraid of ghouls. He keeps this one under his pillow, where he knows Sirius won’t find it because he can’t exactly avoid Remus in Remus’ own room.

There’s a full moon. Remus tears himself apart and puts himself back together. He writes a letter, leaves a smear of blood on it. Is Padfoot separate enough from you to have his own consciousness? I wonder sometimes. I wonder if he misses me the way the wolf misses you. He’s delirious enough that he can’t remember where he leaves it, if he burns it or not, until mid afternoon when he finally wakes to a hot cup of tea and a note tucked underneath it. Yes, it reads, in familiar curling handwriting, he does. He drinks the tea and it burns his throat, but he registers it’s made exactly how he likes it and his chest warms for an entirely different reason.

He finds another note stuck to his fridge. Are you alright? I worry for you. He writes his response, cramped in the space underneath. Yes. I’ll be fine. I worry for you too.

The haunting grows stronger. He can feel Sirius’ presence around corners. More things out of place. Notes and cups of tea made for Remus sitting on the counter when he wakes up. Remus finds himself feeling angry less and less, but no less afraid.

Doesn’t Harry look just like James? When I saw him on the train, it was like seeing a ghost. Remus thinks they wouldn’t be able to talk like this face to face.

Uncanny.

Remus might be healing.

#remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin x sirius black #wolfstar blurb #or maybe drabble i'm not sure exactly what the distinctions are but this is short #cal writes

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sleyu · 9 months

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no thoughts just mean!bf remus mocking your cries n whimpers as he fucks into you n tells you how desperate you are for him

i genuinely needed to sit down and stare at my phone for a good two minutes to process this i am going crazy.

he would be so, so, so mean. the gag is that he’s the one who initiates everything and is, in fact, equally if not more desperate. but, mean ! remus loves ignoring this and instead, mocks you for your every cry and whine.

remus’ cock is so big, both in length and width. every time he’s inside you, it feels like the first time all over again because his size is just so overwhelming. remus sometimes feels bad for doing this, but his cock throbs at the sight of you struggling to take him and he often loses self-control and meanly laughs in your face when you cry out at the feeling of him suddenly pushing into you. every time you would tell him to slow down, he’d only go faster, laughing breathlessly at your whines and the tears on your cheeks.

‘telling me to stop but i’m sure you like this, don’t you, baby? cunt’s so fuckin’ wet.’

‘does it hurt, dove? thought you said you could take me?’

just imagine remus calling you his fussy little baby; every time you paw at his thighs, attempting to tell him that you need him while he’s studying, he’d just sigh in annoyance and bend you over his desk to fuck you stupid :( i don’t know if remus would slap you or not, but he would definitely tug your hair to force you to look up at him every time he takes you from behind !

‘is that what you needed, hm? all you fuckin’ think about is getting filled up—is this what my baby needed? such a fuckin’ brat, no patience at all.’

he genuinely has to control himself from busting inside you at the sight of your wobbly lips and furrowed eyebrows, paired with your teary eyes and the quiet mewls coming out from your mouth. you just look so fucked out and cute, he has to resist leaning down and peppering kisses all over your face.

i know this is a little unhinged but all i’ve been thinking about is remus fucking you in your childhood bedroom and calling you gross and disgusting for enjoying it when he ruins you as your parents are downstairs.

‘fuck—imagine what they’d say when they see their little girl slutting herself out like this. i’ve completely ruined you, haven’t i? no longer their innocent baby, are you, honey?’ BRRRRR i need psychiatric help.

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finelinevogue · 3 months

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sad beginnings,

summary - everyone sees you as this weird and crazy ravenclaw. everyone except remus and sirius. part 2

pairing - ravenclaw!reader x wolfstar

word count - ~1.5k

[part 1]

Your face stung like a swarm of bees.

The pace you were running through the corridors, causing the cold wind to cut through the cat scratches on your face were so sore. Cat scratches that had been put there purposefully by someone who didn’t like you; Darcy.

Her and her band of Ravenclaw elites thought they ran the House, including Philip who was like the devil incarnate. They have never liked you and have turned the majority of the school against you, claiming that you’re weird and crazy.

Weird? Maybe. Crazy? Well, you certainly wouldn’t use your pet cat to scratch out someone’s cheek just because you had a little more power over them.

Now you were going to have to walk in late to Potions, all because you’d left your textbook in your dorm and then had a run-in with Darcy and her cat.

You’d cleaned up the wound the best you could, but it was just so sore now.

The tears stung in your eyes, willing you to set them free. However, you had already figured out that tears in your cuts were worse than holding back the tears.

You took a deep breath before walking into the Potions class that Professor Slughorn taught.

He didn’t particularly care for favourites and he didn’t really have least favourites, but he did make a deal about his students being late to his lessons.

The door made a loud screech as it opened. Way to walk in subtly.

You kept your head down as everyone’s eyes turned to yours.

Lots of whispering started up and it no doubt had everything to the scratches down your cheek, and the fact you were never ever late.

“Ah. Nice of you to join us, Miss L/N.” Professor Slughorn spoke, making you cringe at his tone.

“Sorry I’m late, Sir.” You looked up at him and saw him cringe in return as he saw your cheek. He made no move to comment on it though.

“Take a seat now, please. See me after class for a detention.”

You shamefully dropped your head. Now your perfect record would be screwed over.

Sirius dramatically stood up from his chair, the sound of metal upon the stone floor grating everyone’s ears to pieces.

“Actually that won’t be necessary, Sir. Y/N gave me her textbook since I’d forgotten mine at breakfast, so Y/N went to the Hall for me to retrieve it. Wouldn’t want your precious textbooks going missing, Professor.”

“Oh, well, never mind then.” Slughorn shrugged. Sirius knew he was wrapped around Slughorn’s finger and used it to his advantage to save you a detention.

You looked over to him and smiled in thanks, but Sirius didn’t smile back. Neither did Remus. They were both looking at you with concern, or at least what you thought was concern. It might be anger for nearly getting them in trouble.

James tugged on Sirius’ shirt for him to sit down again. Sirius tugged away from him though, fists clenching against his sides as he watched you.

You attempted to find a seat then.

You walked over to a table full of other Ravenclaw girls in your year, but the one empty seat at the table instantly became unavailable as a girl dumped her bag on the chair next to her.

“Seats taken.”

“Oh, sorry.” You said softly, walking to another table where there were only three of them sat. Plenty of room.

You went to pull out a chair next to one of the guys there, only to realise there was black ink all over the stool for some reason - meaning it was also unavailable.

“Tough luck.” One of the boys said and the rest snickered.

“Miss L/N, why don’t you just go and sit over there.” Slughorn pointed his hand over to where an empty table was. It should’ve seated 6 people, but currently no one was sat there.

You nodded your head and quickly made your way to the table before any more attention could be drawn towards you.

It was a table at the back of the room and quite far out of sight of the blackboard, making it difficult to copy out the notes. You tried your best.

At one point during the lesson you turned your head to the wall to let out a few tears, knowing no one could see you. A few salty tears burned over your wound, but you bit on your lip to cover the sob that wanted to erupt from your chest.

This really fucking sucked.

You were all for self-wallowing, but when it was in the middle of a class you hated it.

There was a time and a place for it and it was not here and it wasn’t now.

You dug your blunt fingernails, from all the anxious biting, into your palms to suppress the emotions you wanted to let out. Focusing on the lesson and Slughorn’s words were your best chance of getting through this.

You were busy writing away, trying to keep up with the notes, when you felt someone sit down next to you. Your natural instinct was to tense and shuffle away only slightly, because who wanted to sit next to you if not to torment you further?

“Y/N?”

You were shocked to see Remus sat next to you.

“Oh, hi, Remus. Are you okay? Am I in the way or something?” You looked around you to make sure you weren’t.

“No, no! We- I mean, I, just wanted to ask you something?” He stumbled over his words.

“Sure.”

“Uh.. Well….”

“Oh my God, Remus! Are you okay?” You gasped when you saw a cut along his forehead, which was hidden beneath his hair and you’d only seen because of how close you were sitting.

So close, in fact, that you could smell his cologne: Cedar wood and… something else.

“Me? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” He looked shocked and you blushed like mad.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, it wasn’t my place. I apologise.” You shook your head and tried to refocus on your work.

“Y/N…” Remus said ever so softly.

His voice was so pretty. So delicate.

Sirius’ was more rough and deeper. Both were a song to listen to.

You didn’t reply, thinking that if you just ignored them he wouldn’t be mad at you anymore. Because he was mad, right? You shouldn’t have questioned something so personal about him.

“Y/N?” He asked again.

You’d never get over hours name sounded coming from him.

Slowly, you tilted your head towards him. Instead of being met with a furious gaze you were met with something much softer. His warm eyes looked troubled.

You looked at him nervously, hoping for the best out of whatever this situation was.

He reached up a hand towards your face, a couple of rings placed on his ridiculously well structured fingers. You followed the movement of his hand, whilst Remus followed your eyes.

His fingers carefully brushed your fallen hair that covered your cheek and only slightly pushed it to the side, his fingers barely touching your skin.

You let out a shaky breath.

You were one to wear your emotions on your sleeve and Remus had you feeling very nervous in that moment. Not nervous like you’d been around Darcy or Philip. A different kind. A better kind.

“Who did this to you?” He asked.

You looked up to see him studying the cuts like you’d seen him in the library studying for a test. He was trying to map out all the details of your scratches, so it seemed.

“What?”

“Please, Y/N. Let us know who did this to you? Hell, even what did this?”

“Us?” Was the word you chose to focus on.

“Yes—.”

“Mr Lupin, there’s a time and a place for funny business and it won’t be in my classroom.” Slughorn broke whatever moment had happened between you and Remus.

Remus had been quick to drop your hair, apologise and return to his seat.

Your cheeks flushed red with the thought of someone catching you looking, almost, intimate with Remus.

Oh God.

What if Sirius had seen?

You looked over to where Remus had rejoined Sirius. Remus was whispering to Sirius whilst you watched Sirius’ jaw click.

The chill that surpassed you when Sirius turned to face you across the room told you everything you needed to know.

Stay. The hell. Away. From. My boyfriend.

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As Slughorn finished the class Remus quickly tried to stuff everything into his satchel before everyone left without him.

“C’mon! Hurry up!” Sirius urged him - only because he obviously didn’t have his own bag and made Remus carry everything.

“Shut it.” Remus snipped, shoving his textbook in his bag before grabbing his cloak and moving.

“Hey, calm down.” Sirius tried to soothe him, slipping his hand into Remus’.

“Calm down— Are you insane?”

“A bit.”

“How am I supposed to be calm when half of Y/N’s face is missing?” Remus whisper shouted and Sirius quickly pushed him back against a stone wall for a time-out.

“Calm down. I mean it, Rem.”

Remus let the cool of the stone wall sink in through his skin and allow him to breathe again.

He didn’t know what was coming over him recently.

“Y/N’s gone now, because I couldn’t pull myself together.” Remus sighed.

Sirius brought his hand up to cup underneath Remus’ chin lightly, making it so he had no choice but to look at him.

“Look at me.” Remus tried to move away, but Sirius’ hands held strong. “Hey, don’t. Look at me. We are going to find Y/N and get to the bottom of whatever has happened, okay? But you need to calm down first.”

Remus let his shoulders exhale and he nodded. “Okay.”

Sirius smiled, leaning in to give Remus a few kisses. One for listening to him and another just because he loved him so much. Sirius could really feel Remus calming down after those.

“I just… Y/N is… she means…” Remus struggled to find the right words to say, but it didn’t really matter.

“I know. She means the same to me.”

Sirius rested his forehead against Remus, as they calmed each other and maybe one day hoping you’d be right there beside them.

#wolfstar angst #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader angst #ravenclaw reader fic #harry potter fic #marauders era fic #marauders x reader #wolfstar x ravenclaw reader #wolfstar blurbs #sad beginnings finelinevogue #finelinevogue masterlist #polywolfstar x reader #poly!wolfstar

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robynlilyblack · 1 year

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Always little wolf

Fred Weasley x wolfstars daughter! reader

Summary: While y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl

Warnings: established relationship, kinda luna lovegood type reader, reader loves random facts, kissing, so much fluff, one proofread

A/n: 0.7k words, day 4 we have another fluffy little blurb with freddie and wolfstars adopted daughter, enjoy xx

Navigation | Fred Weasley Masterlist

“Did you know…”

Fred’s already chuckling, the sight of you trying to get on your big fluffy coat whilst tipsy was cute enough, but combine it with an excited random fact? You have his heart melting like crazy. He was used to your random trivia but never grew tired of it, he loved it in fact, especially as it hardly ever related to anything you were doing.

Like when he first met you, you had tagged along with Harry and his dad, your godfather, James, to the quidditch world cup, instead of a 'did you know this about quidditch fact' whilst you walked up the stands with him him, he got a 'did you know otters hold hands while sleeping so they don’t float away from one another?'

It was safe to say he had been at your mercy ever since

"...that...one second...that s-"

“Here…” he gently interrupts your fact before you can start, helping you get your hand through the sleeve “...good girl” he pecks your forehead, adoring the the grin he receives as you cheese up at him, eyes glassy, clearly only half here but the love in your eyes shines through

After one last shout goodbye to those at the party you and Fred brave the cold, his hand finding yours before guiding into his larger pocket to keep it warm

“It’s snowing” you note, free hand coming to wrap around his bicep, as your cheek presses into it

“It is...almost as pretty as you my love” he flirts, adoring your giggle before you let out a little yip, head shooting up to look at him as you move away slightly to smile up at him “What?”

“I forgot to tell you the fact” you say softly and his heart warms, secretly glad you remembered

“Hit me” he flashes you a goofy grin, unable to hold it back as he wraps his arm around you and leads you down the now snow dusted path

“Did you know that Scotland's national animal is a unicorn because there was this wizard whose pet unicorn followed him into a muggle battle?” you say, a little slurred and in a higher pitched tone, the same one you always used when saying your little facts

Fred chuckles, pulling you a little closer into his side “Seriously?”

“Siriusly” you start giggling

“See this is the stuff Binns should have taught us…” Fred shakes his head “...actually you know what lovely? You should try and poach his job” he presses a kiss to your hat clad temple

“Nah” you shake your head

“Why not? You love facts, adorable at telling them, cute as a button so all the guys and gals will crush on you, be closer to your dads and uncle” he lists with a shrug, genuinely surprised you wouldn’t be interested

You stop walking, gently removing yourself from Fred's grip and taking his hands in yours instead. His eyebrows pinch but his face soon softens into a smile as he sees you shining up at him

“Because then I wouldn’t see my favourite person everyday...” you answer simply, easily, almost like it should have been obvious but the next bit floors him "...and when I find out a new fact I can't tell anyone else until i've told you, I always tell you first"

He always felt it in his heart that he was going to marry you one day, but this was the moment he knew for sure...so much that in less than a weeks time you would be saying that three letter word to make it a reality

“Merlin I love you...” the words tumble out breathlessly in the same manor as yours "...so much...so...so much" he emphasises squeezing your hands

Your smile widens at that, a giggle escaping as you step forward, chests grazing “Ditto” you shine, placing a sweet kiss to his nose

He doesn’t let you pull away fully, instead dips down to capture your lips, hands slipping out of yours to cup your chilled cheeks while the snow lightens around you for a moment, large flakes fluttering down slowly like you were in some movie. The cold forgotten for a moment as your warm lips dance with one another, your hands gliding up to find his chest, not caring that it made your fingertips go numb

Your lips still ghost the others as you break away, your cheeks rising with your smile in his light grip as you whisper “Did you know if you remind yourself you aren’t a fish your hiccups will stop?”

“You're pulling my leg” he whispers back

“Wanna bet Weasley?” you say letting your lips meet again tentatively

“With you? Always little wolf”

Thank you for reading ♡

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley and you #fred weasley #fred and reader #fred x reader #fred x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley blurb #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #robbiesadventcalendar

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Stoner or Dealer!remus or Sirius with reader who gets clingy/needy when high for mvm please?

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this is established relationship with wolfstar x reader!!!!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Dove," Remus's lips move against your cheek, which you've smashed to his face with drowsy determination, "I can't get the joint to my mouth if your face is in the way."

"Okay," You mumble, eyes not only reddened but droopy, "Thanks, Rem."

"That's not-" Sirius starts, his argument dissolving into a chuckle at your nonsensical babbles, "Come here, darling."

He holds his arms open and you're quick to abandon Remus for them, your foot nearly knocking the lit blunt out of his hand.

"Easy," Sirius soothes, brushing a hand down your back, "Don't wanna light the place on fire, do 'ya?"

Remus uses his newfound facial freedom to suck down another lungful of smoke, watching with amusement as you fiddle with the string of pearls around Sirius's neck.

"Pretty," You murmur, your tongue stuck between your lips, "They look like candies."

"Don't eat them," Sirius's hand darts up to cover the necklace protectively, "Uh, angel face, let's cut back on the weed, okay? No more for tonight."

"I like weed," You don't seem to register Sirius's demands, only individual words as your hands hook under the neckline of your shirt, "Do you want to see my boobs?"

"Y/N no-!" Remus shoots forwards, stopping you just in time before you can yank your shirt down, "Okay, let's pack up for the night, Pads, she's out of it."

"I dunno," Sirius's round of laughter peters out into a thoughtful glance, his head no longer thrown back in amusement, "I thought that was a pretty good offer."

"Perv," Remus scoffs, threateningly jabbing his joint at the man, lit end out, "She can show 'em off tomorrow when she remembers her name."

"Remus Lupin!" You announce proudly, "Boobs now?"

Remus glares sharply, pointedly at Sirius, but it softens when his eyes land on you, "No, dove. Let's all get into bed, okay?"

You lean in to stage-whisper in Sirius's ear, giving Remus time to counteract your plan, "Don't worry, Siri. I'll show you my boobs later!"

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fourmoony · 2 months

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hiiiii! so i was thinking you could write something about the boys bringing drunk james home and him and reader live together and when he sees her he's so happy and lovey. he just keeps muttering "you're so pretty" and she gets him to drink water and eat something and then gets him to bed. i feel like it would be sooo cute, him being all obsessed w reader!

thanks for requesting, lovely!!

james potter x f!reader | masterlist - 727words

cw - alcohol consumption, smoking, drunk james

James is three sheets to the wind when Sirius drops him off at the front door. Like, literally drops him. Sirius is slim, sleek like a cat, and James is all broad shoulders and brick-like muscles, so you're not surprised when the smaller one huffs a relief when you swing the door open, and then promptly allows James to collapse in a giggling heap right in the door way.

Remus is half-way down the garden path, cigarette to his mouth. He waves half-heartedly, not looking the least bit sorry that he's been less than helpful in aiding James home. It's clear Sirius has carried his best friend the entire way from the Leaky - a ten minute walk from your house.

"He's all yours," Sirius tells you, heaving breaths as though he'd run all the way here with James on his back, "Enjoy."

With that, he turns on his heel and drags Remus off into the night, still smoking his cigarette. You look down at James, who's got a warm hand wrapped gently around the exposed skin of your ankle. He's still giggling quietly to himself, a joke he's yet to let you in on, lying face up over the door jam. It can't be comfortable. Heaving a sigh, you place your hands on your hips and attempt your most stern look, "You need to get up, James."

James groans, his merry giggling coming to an end. He looks petulant, like a child, "Can't."

"Jamie, I can't carry you. Like, physically, I cannot carry you." You worry your lip, James' thumb takes up stroking gently against the ball of your ankle. It's warm, feels nice. Feels like home.

"Okay," He heaves a sigh, rolls onto his stomach and uses the door handle to pull himself up.

He wobbles, almost takes a tumble, but with a hand on the wall behind your head, you steady his balance. You walk rather clumsily to the sofa, your arm around James' waist and murmuring silent prayers that he doesn't topple over because you'd truly have to leave him there for the night, and you'd feel rotten about it.

James collapses onto the sofa with enough might to send it pushing against the wooden floor, an awful scraping noise followed by his murmured, half asleep apology. You leave him with the promise of returning with water, but you think he barely registers it. The door closes with a soft click, and you make your way to the kitchen. James has managed to turn on the television by the time you return, and is clumsily pressing buttons, eyes squinting even with his glasses on.

You make a mental note to scold Sirius for returning him to you in this state.

"Here, swap." You hold the glass out for James, voice soft.

Your boyfriend smiles, giddy and elated, as though he'd forgot you were home, "Thanks, pretty girl."

Even in his inebriation, James Potter is able to bring a flush of pink to your cheeks. You click your tongue, eyes focussed on the TV as you put on James' favourite show. He settles in to the couch, half the glass of water gone, most of it dribbling down his chin. You bite back a laugh, settling in next to him. He smells like beer and cigarettes, but under it all, he still smells like sea foam and bergamot, like your Jamie.

Instantly, his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into him and you go. You'll always go where James pulls you, ever trusting, ever loving. His lips press to the side of your head, movements jerky and sloppy in his state, but he murmurs so softly into your head, you swear it's engrained in his soul to remind you, "You're so pretty, baby."

Your head shifts, gentle eyes meeting his. They're a little glassy and unfocussed, but the love-sick look is there. You press your lips to his, soft and gentle, careful not to move too quickly lest James become nauseous. He returns the kiss with equal gentleness, though his lips taste like beer.

Your nose is wrinkled as he pulls away, his right index rather harshly trying to smooth out the lines. You laugh.

"Love you." You whisper, lips against his cheek.

You feel his lashes flutter, his hand rubbing at the skin of your hip, his lips upturn, "Love you, too."

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suugarbabe · 6 months

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Hi! Congrats on 1k!!!!

i was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader

but the reader is Sirius blacks daughter 🤷🏼‍♀️ It takes place abt Prisoner of Azkaban

but so the reader was raised by Remus because Sirius chose him as the godfather and the reader is extremely touch starved like it’s crazy

and she is rlly anxious abt everything and (almost) everyone at hogworts shuns her because she’s Sirius blacks daughter and they believe she helps him in the school or is like him. But she’s not and it all just really gets to her. and she talks to Remus abt all of it (they def gossip together lol) and he tries his best to make it better for her but she kinda left one part out, about Fred. They had been friends for a while but they kinda drifted for whatever reason. He was with her all the time out of no where and she was a bit paranoid abt it but he just wanted to make sure she was ok and because he really missed her. And he was in love with her but he didn’t quite know how to tell her, and he didn’t really know what all he felt. I guess like a slow burn situation lol

sorry that’s a whole lot lol and it jumps all over the place I’m terrible at explaining things

absolutely love your work tho 🫶🏻🫶🏻

so i took a little creative liberty with this to make it work as a blurb so if you hate it, sozz, but I kind of like it??

The door to your godfather's office opened before you even had a chance to knock. You let out a sigh as you walked into the classroom, "Uncle Rem, you know I hate it when you watch me on that map." You walked up to his desk at the front of the classroom, sinking into the large chair sitting behind it.

"You know I only do it when I'm worried about you. And your father would have my head if I didn't keep a good eye on you," Remus's voice came from behind you, walking down the steps from his office before joining you in the main classroom.

You tried your best not to roll your eyes, "There's no need for him to be worried. Haven't you heard, Rem? I'm letting him into the castle so he can murder our precious Harry Potter." You slumped further into the chair, "I'm sorry. I know Harry doesn't know the truth, but you don't know how hard it is to keep this secret."

"Bug," Remus was smiling at you, "if anyone knows about the trials and tribulations of keeping a secret at Hogwarts, I think i'd be able to relate." You couldn't help but smirk, "Okay, you've got me there. But no one suspected your dad to be a murderer."

Remus nodded, "Not everyone thinks you're so terrible, Bug." You couldn't help but scoff, "I love you, Uncle Rem, but unfortunately you don't count in this scenario."

Remus just shook his head, "M'not talking about me, love."

You tilted your head in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Your godfather couldn't contain his smirk, "I'm referring to one Mr. Weasley. Fred to be more specific."

You huffed out a little, "Fred? Worried about me? Please, Uncle Rem, he's not worried, he's just stalking to try and find out how I'm letting dad in."

"You know that's not true, Bug. Fred's been a good friend of yours for many years. Why would this year change everything?" Remus was sitting on the edge of his desk now, looking down at you in the chair. You felt like a young child again when you used to sit with Remus in the living room and talk to him about everything and anything.

"I just feel like we've been drifting. We don't talk as much, but he's always kind of around? I just know he thinks the same thing as everyone else. His brother is best friends with Harry for Godric's sake, like of course he hates me now, how could he not?"

Remus looked at you with those eyes, the eyes he gives you when he's about to tell you how wrong you are. You closed your eyes in response, only causing Remus to chuckle, "What on earth are you doing?"

"If I don't look at you, I can't see you silently telling me how incorrect I am," this answer only made Remus laugh harder.

"Bug," he said your nickname lovingly, "Bug, look at me please, it's important." You peeked one eye open. "Uh-uh, both eyes, full attention."

You huffed out a sigh before complying. Remus folding his arms over his chest, "Mr. Weasley is quite fond of you and ah, ah-," Remus cut himself off, holding up a finger to you to stop you from replying before continuing himself, "and I think you should go have a chat with him. He came to me earlier today, telling me how worried he was about you, that he's been keeping an eye on you to make sure that you're safe. He's quite fond of you, Bug."

Your cheeks burned red, not knowing what to say in response. "Maybe," Remus stood from his desk now, "you should go have a chat with him." He started ascending up the stairs now, essentially leaving you no choice to but listen to his suggestion.

"I don't even know where he is right now," you tried, but you knew your efforts were futile when you heard your godfather mumbled the retched spell to open his map.

"He's in the astronomy tower," Remus called from his office. You rolled your eyes, "Thank yooou, Uncle Remus." You pushed off the the comfy chair that essentially had your imprint in it before heading out the classroom door, Remus calling after you that he loved you and wishing you good luck.

On your walk to the astronomy tower, you replayed the last couple months in your head. How Fred was always checking up on you, asking you how you were doing, if you needed him to walk you to class, if you had any plans later that day, if you wanted to take a break and go to the lake with him.

You assumed he was checking your schedule, seeing if you were trying to plot something for your father or were making plans to help with him getting into the castle. You were so clouded by paranoia and fear of judgement you failed to see that, beyond your godfather, Fred was the only person that was actually trying to be there for you.

You tip toed up the astronomy tower, not wanting to be fully discovered before you were ready. When you reached the top you saw Fred leaning against the railings. You walked slowly up to him, placing a tentative hand on his elbow causing him to turn his head toward you.

"Oh, hello, darling," he smiled sweetly at you, though you could tell it didn't quite reach his eyes like it normally did. You were cursing yourself internally, not believing how you could be so stupid. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around him, squeezing him like you didn't want him to float away, "I'm so sorry, Freddie. I've been so stupid."

It took just a second for him to respond before he was hugging you back, rubbing your back gently, "Darling, what are you talking about? Stupid about what?"

You pulled back slightly, craning your neck to look up at the tall man, "I've been pushing you away when you're the only person who's been there for me, truly. The only one who hasn't been blaming me, who's been looking out for me, checking in on me, making sure no one else bothers me. I've been so stupid and paranoid that I thought maybe you were doing those things to keep an eye on me for the wrong reasons."

The more you rambled the more Fred began to smile. "Freddie," you pouted, "i'm serious, I've been so awful to you."

Fred just shook his head, large hands cupping your face and wiping your tears, "You're right, angel." You're heart stopped for a moment, thinking he was going to tell you how terrible you were to him and how much you hurt him, "You're right that I care about you, that I've just been trying to protect you. M'not mad at you for being cautious. Hell, I expected it really." You couldn't help to laugh sightly.

He smiled at your small laughter, "There she is, there's my girl." Fred tilted your head so you were looking him in the eyes now. And you saw it, his admiration for you, how much he cared, that he loved you, all in how he was looking at you right in this moment.

"Kiss me, Freddie." It was a statement, not a question. He hesitated, looking in to your eyes to make sure that's what you really wanted. But you were done being patient, done waiting to see what others were going to do.

You fisted to front of his jumper, pulling his down to you. His lips met yours quickly, one of his hands shooting down to your waist as his other found solace on the back of your neck. Your lips moved together effortlessly, his so soft and plush against yours.

You tilted your head slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Your hand fisted his red hair at the base of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer before you both had to eventually break away for air.

Fred's cheeks were beat red, lips slightly swollen and you were sure you looked the same. "Wow," was all Fred was finally able to say. You nodded, "Wow."

"I should've done that weeks ago," Fred laughed lightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "Well, now you can do it whenever you want." He nodded, smiling, leaning down to go for another kiss.

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msvanillalatte · 4 months

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Sweater Paws

*Sirius and Remus walking at night in Hogwarts yard* Remus: You cold? *takes his sweater off and puts it on Sirius* Sirius *with sweater paws*: I look riddiculus. *Chuckles and hugs Remus around his waist hiding his face* Remus: Nah, I think you look like the most beautiful boyfriend in the whole universe. *smirks* *Sirius blushes madly*

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apparentlytheproblem · 9 months

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i r r e s i s t i b l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: i saw this prompt on Pinterest, and immediately thought of Siri. he's just so confident which makes him irresistible. Anyway I'm trying to up my Sirius black content, so if you have any ideas don't hesitate to send them my way :) with love, teddy

warnings- unexperienced writer

Poking you gently for an entire hour from behind you, you finally acknowledged his presence with a murderous glance as everyone dispersed to the great hall for lunch.

And his first thought always was and would be,

I wanna kiss her between the brows so the furrow goes away

"would you rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby?"

"what's a matter baby-?"

"nothing sweetheart, what's the matter with you?"

A smile etched across your face. you tried to get rid of it, but it was quite adamant to leave when he was watching its glory.

You tried to play it off while standing up and gathering your quills and parchment and attempted in pushing him of his chair. neither did your smile nor him moved.

Instead, you managed to fall into his lap. As if it had been practiced and rehearsed a million times in his head, he molded his hands under your thigh to catch you from falling of. He efficiently switched positions, placing you on the table, leading him towering on top of you, a smirk plastered on his face meeting your blushing mess.

his arms were on either side, his eyes attentively watching your facial expressions as you brain short circuits. he cautiously wrapped slinged an arm around your waist, pulling you a little closer while positioning himself between your spread legs.

in the shadows, his face was close to yours, you could smell something along the lines of a dog's fur. his grey eyes looked like moons and his eyelashes were close enough to brush your cheeks

fuck it

You leaned in and made contact with his lips. They were soft and silky. His lips were still sweet from the grape gum he'd stolen from you. he didn't stop you. he did more than not stop you. He kissed you back. Warmth blossomed in your chest.

Sirius pulled away, and studied your face for a second, an eyebrow raised and a smirk, before deciding, “you’re really red.”

“Shut up, Black.” you ordered as your eyes narrowed, but your face seemed to only get redder. “You’re like, really red though. Like, crimson-kind-of-red.” Siri added in a hum. His teasing tone had was light and loving. he was having the time of his life watching you struggle for once, for him. not the other way round.

“Go to hell,” you deadpanned, looking away.

“Only if you come with me”

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