#young!remus lupin one shot

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imagine no war!!! remus after hogwarts decides to go to university, meets a muggle and falls head over heels but doesn't think he's good enough for her (w his condition on top of being a wizard and poor) but he brings her to meet the marauders anyway because they keep asking to meet the person he won't shut up about, maybe harry's birthday or just a pub outing or whatever??? he's nervous she'll fancy sirius but it's quite clear to everyone the second they meet that she clearly only has heart eyes for remus and the gang are like are you insane she's CLEARLY smitten with you and it literally takes everyone he knows to point it out for him to think he might even have a chance but is still floored when she's like "remus, i adore you, i've adored you from the moment we met" bc goddammit he deserves to be loved like that!!!

𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

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Summary: The request sums it up, read it hoe Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader Warnings: Alcohol consumption and that's all I can think abt hehe Word Count: 4.5K (i'm sorry) Requested: Yes

A/N: I'm absolutely sobbing. This is so cute!!! I'm using the Reggie was a spy for the order wild card and roll with that. Tysm for this awesome idea, nonnie! And sorry it took so long.

Remus knew magic existed, the type of magic that opens doors, gives you luck or disarms someone. But until he met her, he didn't know there was a type of magic that could be contained in someone's eyes, someone's smile, or even in that little quirk she had of squinting every time she focused.

Y/N Y/L/N. Even her name felt like the sweetest honey when it rolled off your tongue and into the air, he figured. She was a new kind of magic and Remus was hooked from the get go. They had met on a rather peculiar set of circumstances. When Moony first got to college, he had no friends or anyone nearby to help him cope with the abrupt transition. The boys visited as much as they could, but it'd be for about an hour or two before they had to go back to the ministry.

So, as he did when he arrived at Hogwarts, Remus found solace in reading and taking his wolfsbane at appropriate times. He was doing a classics mayor and reading the Plato classics was a convenient way to kill time while doing something productive. The boy spent hours in the library, sitting on the couches or getting some annotations done on the desks; he'd be done with the school's classics collection before the semester was over if he kept that pace.

He would have if he hadn't found those notes. Remus first noticed them in a worn copy of a compilation from a specific period of Plato's scripts, the third page in Philebus. "Socrates is being very reductive. I don't like it. Out of character, I do declare" written in red ink, cursive letters delicate in the ripped white paper.

He giggled at that, his thoughts exactly. Moony picked the piece of paper and examined it to see if it had any indications of who might've written it, but he found nothing. He only knew that the person who wrote it had a ruined red pen; the stains of ink sitting messily on the opposite side of the annotation. Remus was a sucker for mystery stories and he viewed this as an opportunity of having one of his own!

A short-lived one, since he cracked the case when a pretty girl on his history of philosophy class asked around for a red pen. Remus frantically but quietly rummaged through his satchel and found one just in time.

He rushed to her, offering it out “Here” he smiled, looking down at her as she looked up at him. “Thanks… Remus isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N”. Y/N introduced herself, offering her hand out. Stained in red. The boy stared shocked at the realization this was the person he’d been looking for.

“Oh shit m’sorry, it looks like I committed a murder or something. My pen started leaking yesterday while I was studying in the library” She laughed and Remus swore he’d faint if he hadn’t gripped her hand. “Actually…” Remus started, searching in his pocket for the piece of paper he kept, when he finally found it, he showed it to her and a smile broke on those pretty lips.

“…I hope you don’t mind! I-I kept it. Been looking for you, it made me laugh” He admitted, handing it to her “You found me then! And, you’re very much welcome to keep it, Remus” Y/N grinned and Remus mirrored her expression sweetly. They met for coffee the next day. The day after that, they studied together. And the week after, they shared lunch.

About two months after they talked for the first time, they had gone on a date every single week. From museum outings to walks around campus if one of them didn't have much time. They also sat together in philosophy and, turns out, literature (which they realized they shared after).

Y/N gifted him a cool rock once, and he kissed her.

He kept the rock in his pocket ever since.

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"Come on, mate, you gotta tell us who she is!" James exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he repeatedly patted the worn wooden bar in the cozy pub they had agreed to meet at. Remus chuckled and shook his head, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he took another sip of his whiskey.

"You've been talking non-stop about her since you two met! The last three times we've seen each other, it's been Y/N this, Y/N that. We've gotta meet the missus," Sirius playfully teased, giving Remus a light shove with his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes playfully, Remus glanced at his friends, grateful for their persistent curiosity but also hesitant to share too much. "Oh, Pads, don't call her that! We're not even official yet, and I doubt we'll ever be. She'll find someone, alright, but I'm just good old Remus," he replied, a hint of wistfulness shadowing his gaze.

It was true; good old Remus had learned how to stop caring about what other people thought of him, but that didn't mean he was entirely confident about who he was.

Navigating the Muggle world presented its own set of challenges for Remus. He knew that at some point, he would have to confront the whole "Hey, I'm a wizard, and there's this whole other world you don't know about, hope you don't mind!" situation with Y/N.

Then there were the lingering money issues that weighed on his mind. College was not cheap, but he had managed to secure a decent scholarship, which alleviated some of the burden. He hoped Y/N wouldn't care about his financial situation. And, of course, there was the delicate matter of revealing his true nature as a literal werewolf. How would she react when she found out?

Yeah.

He was good old Remus: poor Remus, monster Remus, scarred Remus, wizard Remus. If he were honest with himself, he was surprised they had made it past the first day, considering he had stupidly worn a short-sleeved t-shirt without anything to conceal the telltale signs of his condition.

But she noticed the perceptive and kind-hearted soul that she was, and she chose not to mention it. In that moment, Remus couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, but he also knew that reality had a way of reminding him of his limitations. Moony knew he would never be able to claim her as his own. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.

For now, he chose to cherish the moments they shared, basking in her laughter and marveling at the way her hair defied gravity with its radiant beauty. She was his bit of magic in a world that often seemed devoid of it. Deep down, however, he couldn't shake the nagging certainty that good things didn't last for boys like him—boys with tragedy coursing through their veins.

"Yeah, no. We're not doing this shit again," Sirius declared, shaking his head in disagreement. Remus's best friends had grown accustomed to his self-deprecating tendencies and were determined to lift his spirits. Remus might have been a mysterious figure to some, but to the Marauders, he was an open book, their brother.

"That's why she likes you, mate. You're good old amazing, lovely, smart, hot Remus!" James proclaimed with a boisterous cheer, pulling Remus into a tight embrace. "Tell you what, bring her to Harry's birthday party this weekend! I'm sure Lily won't mind," he suggested, his mischievous grin widening. Sirius enthusiastically chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Just ask her first and let me know, okay? I don't want Harry to have a bad time becaus-"

"Oh, Moons, the party is more for us than for him! He'll be out like a light by eight, and we'll get wasted like we always do," Prongs interjected, his infectious laughter filling the air, causing Remus to join in, his worries momentarily forgotten in the camaraderie of his friends.

There was no way out of this one, not that he sought an escape. Remus couldn't blame his best friends for their eagerness to meet Y/N. They knew him better than anyone, and they could see the spark of happiness she had ignited within him. Moony did little to hide his excitement, his heart fluttering with the hope that maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

Now, he just needed Lily's approval so he could gather the courage to ask the girl who had captivated his heart to accompany him to the birthday celebration—a step that held the promise of a new chapter in his life, one filled with both joy and uncertainty

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Remus nervously fiddled with the corner of his book, stealing glances at Y/N across the library. The soft rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow on the rows of ancient tomes and the elegant wooden shelves that lined the room. But in that moment, all Remus could see was Y/N, a radiant presence amidst the tranquil surroundings.

Summoning his courage, Remus took a deep breath and approached her table. The scent of old parchment mingled with the delicate fragrance of her perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that filled his senses. As he neared, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity as she immersed herself in the world of words. Her hair cascaded down in gentle waves, its hue reminiscent of auburn leaves in autumn, and he found himself captivated by the way it framed her face, enhancing her natural beauty.

"Hey, love," Remus greeted her with a warm smile, trying his best to appear at ease. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Y/N looked up, a surprised yet welcoming expression crossing her features. Her eyes met Remus's, and a playful glimmer danced within their depths. She gestured to the seat across from her, her voice laced with gentle humor. "Well, if you insist. But only if you promise not to distract me from my riveting studies."

Remus chuckled, grateful for her light-hearted response. He took the offered seat, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I'll do my best to behave, I promise," he replied, a twinkle in his own eyes. "But I do have something on my mind that I wanted to ask you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. Her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? Well, go on then. I'm all ears."

"There's a little someone's birthday coming up this weekend," Remus began, his voice filled with playful anticipation. "Harry, James' adorable son, is turning two years old. And, well, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to the party."

Y/N's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight, her smile contagious. "Are you asking me to crash a toddler's birthday party? That sounds like a dangerous proposition," she teased, her tone lighthearted.

Remus laughed, his nerves easing with every moment of their easy banter. "Well, I can promise you that the party will be more entertaining than dangerous," he quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "There'll be cake, balloons, and probably a fair amount of chaos. It's a chance to embrace your inner child if you want to look at it that way."

Y/N pretended to consider it, her finger tapping against her chin. "Hmm, cake, balloons, and chaos? You make a compelling case," she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "How can I resist? Count me in, darling. I'd love to celebrate with you and your mates."

Remus couldn't contain his happiness, his relief flooding through him like a warm wave. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, a genuine excitement coloring his voice. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone, t-they insisted I brought the girl I don't shut up about to the party"

Y/N smiled at that, holding Remus's hand over the table. "So you've talked to your friends about me?" "Oh shut it" He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Right before those grey clouds of self deprecation repeating "this won't last" and "enjoy it before she realizes what you truly are" clouded his mind.

He shoved the thoughts away, holding to Y/N's smile against his lips as if it was an anchor saving him from drowning.

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Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.

He really did try to plan it all neatly. From what he'd wear to how he'd introduced her to his friends. Remus even asked them to keep the magic discreet since it was all too soon for that conversation, but for fuck's sake; it all got thrown out the window when he saw her in low waisted flared pants and his Bowie shirt. "H-hey!" He smiled, almost yelling, but she just laughed at his enthusiasm.

"Hi Rem," she sighed, leaving a kiss on the corner of his lips which she left lingering a bit too long. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be!". As Y/N and Remus walked hand in hand, the excitement in the air was palpable. However, beneath her playful demeanor, Y/N couldn't shake the nerves that fluttered in her stomach. Meeting Remus's best friends felt like stepping into a new world, and the fear of not fitting in or being accepted gnawed at her.

She stole a quick glance at Remus, hoping he wouldn't notice the physical manifestations of her anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to burden him with her own inner turmoil. But even as she tried to compose herself, her voice wavered slightly as she spoke.

"Remus, I can't deny that I'm feeling a bit... off," she admitted, her words stumbling over her nervousness. "My heart feels like it's racing a marathon, and there's this knot in my stomach that just won't loosen. I hope it's not too obvious." Remus turned his head towards her, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with warmth and understanding.

"Hey, I get it," he said, his tone comforting. "Meeting new people can be nerve-wracking, and our bodies have interesting ways of letting us know. But you know what? You're doing great, sweetheart, and I'm here with you. We'll take it one step at a time, and I promise we'll have a good time together. So, let's embrace the adventure, nerves and all, and see what the night has in store for us, okay?"

Y/N nodded thankfully, the knot loosening up a little. “Thanks baby”. The world stopped in Remus’ perspective at the pet name but he just nodded and kissed her cheek. He helped. He was a warm blanket after a long day even when moments like those weren’t happening. Comfort.

They eventually got to James’ place; the loud music coming from the two floor house making Y/N feel even more at ease. It radiated a warm, welcoming energy even before stepping in. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Deep breath”. They both took a breath before approaching the door and knocking, the wine Remus’ plus one brought close to breaking with the force she was holding it with. A bright smile opened the door, hugging Remus immediately. “You have no idea how happy I am you’re here Moony”.

Y/N smiled sweetly at the nickname the boy had for his best mate. She didn’t know where it came from but James seemed to be the sun reflecting on the moon. On Moony. The girl knew Remus’ light was enough to outshine the sun itself, but the comparison seemed cute.

“You must be Y/N! He can’t shut up about you. Can I hug you? It’s okay if not, Sirius says I need to ask before hugging people but I just love it so much I cannot help myself” He rambled, making her giggle as she uttered a small ‘It’s okay’ and hugged the boy. She noticed Remus staring and just winked at him. “Is that cake I smell?” Y/N grinned, peeking inside before James stepped aside to let them both in.

“Yes, come inside! My wife, Lily, has just finished baking her chocolate cake recipe. It’s bloody brilliant! Harry’s favorite in his short lived culinary experience. You gotta meet him too!” Moony stayed behind, cherishing the way James’ warm welcome made Y/N feel a little more comfortable; her shoulders relaxed as well as her grip on the wine bottle.

He stepped in, hanging his coat on the rack he helped Lily choose when his best friends bought the house. Rapid steps came running down the stairs, and before he turned around, the smell of cigarettes and leather filled his nostrils. “Hello Pads” he smirked, hugging his friend tightly.

“Hey Moons! Did the missus come?” “Yes, she’s outside with James and Lily-“. He was cut short when his best friend, (his eyeliner wearing, muscled, rocker, tattooed, charming best friend) ran all the way into the garden to greet the girl. He was head over heels over.

A new feeling settled into his chest. An unpleasant one. Sirius was a dream. Remus was just good old Remus. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! He sighed heavily, ran a hand through his hair, and then covered his mouth. Y/N was not one to be too forward, but the way Sirius looked and acted could easily make her reconsider.

It got worse when he heard her loud laugh coming from the garden, followed by a chuckle that unmistakably came from Sirius. His best friend would never do it on purpose, but then again, his charm was never used on purpose. It just sort of happened. Remus sighed and walked outside to find the girl saying hi to Harry.

The toddler had his tiny hand wrapped around the girl's fingers, babbling incoherencies, as Y/N had a full conversation with him. "Are you sure?" she asked and Harry answered nonsense as the girl nodded back. She looked up at Remus coming through the sliding door. "Remus, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen!".

He laughed and walked over to her. The girl immediately wrapped her hands around his arm and hugged him tightly. James winked at Moony and went inside as the conversation ensued, Sirius teasing Remus about the girl he "brought home".

Soon, Y/N was well adapted to their friend's sense of humour and was joking around with Lily about how dumb they could all be. Despite Y/N's worries, it all went by smoothly. The one he got along with the most was James; he loved asking questions, and she loved answering them.

Remus had always loved her laugh; Seeing his best friends being the cause of it made it even better. "I'm telling you, he's insane!" Sirius laughed, bouncing his leg up and down as Harry sat on his lap giggling. "He's an absolute sweetheart" Y/N answered, kissing Remus' cheek as his best friends tried putting dirt (rightfully deserved dirt) on his name.

"Wait until you know him just a tiny bit better. You'll get to see his menacing self... got us in a shit ton of trouble back in school" James chuckled, making Remus roll his eyes and trying to divert her attention by asking if she wanted a bit more cake.

During their evening, Y/N kept a tight grasp on Remus’ hand while smiling at his friend’s jokes. When it was his turn to laugh, Sirius noticed how the girl looked intently over at Remus with a grin on her face. His eyes looked gorgeous in the sun with those little wrinkles when he giggled, she thought.

In that moment, she realized she wanted Remus to say her name as you’re supposed to say it; sleepily, with a mouth full of food, between laughters and in tears. Y/N saw the specks of brown in the amber colored lake that his eyes were and fell completely. Sirius saw it, James saw it, Lily saw it.

Even more when he turned to look down at her and wipe a bit of chocolate off her cheek, and she kept that look of utter adoration for him. “He’s gone” Lily mumbled to her husband. “She’s too” he agreed. Sirius smirked, getting up to get Harry to bed as he fell asleep on his uncle’s arms as the sun set.

James and Sirius were at the center of attention, regaling the group with a hilarious story from their time at school. Their voices were animated, and they gesticulated with enthusiasm, drawing everyone into their tale. Remus stood nearby, a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment evident on his face.

"And then, there was this one time at Hogwarts," James began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "when we decided to prank the entire Slytherin common room! We turned all their robes into neon pink ones!"

Sirius chimed in, laughter bubbling in his voice. "Oh, it was epic! They all looked like walking flamingos! The look on their faces was priceless!"

Y/N was thoroughly entertained by the story, but she couldn't help but notice Remus's subtle blush. She leaned closer to him and whispered teasingly, "Remus, were you part of this grand pink robe conspiracy too?"

Remus grinned, shaking his head. "I plead the fifth," he replied, trying to hide his amusement. "Let's just say those were wild times, and I may or may not have been an innocent bystander."

Y/N laughed, enjoying the playful banter. She was captivated by the camaraderie and genuine friendship between the group. As the evening continued, she found herself drawn into more anecdotes and laughter, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance in their company.

Remus's friends made her feel welcome and included, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for being a part of this close-knit circle, even if she didn't know the full extent of their world. The nerves that had accompanied her earlier had transformed into excitement and a genuine desire to create new memories with Remus and his friends.

The feeling was reciprocated. Remus felt, and not on mere theory; the moment Y/N excused herself to go to the bathroom, his best friends started gushing to him about the girl. "Moony, she's in love" Sirius said between incredulous and joyous laugh "Oh Pad-" "Mate, I'm telling you... she looks at you like you hung the bloody stars!" now said James, Lily nodding pridefully "She looks at you just how James looked at me back in the day".

And Merlin did he want to believe them! He truly, really did. But instead, there was this empty feeling on his chest. There was no way Y/N Y/L/N looked at him in the way James looked at Lily; Almost scared of the joy she brought to him, like that pain in his heart would end up killing him and he'd quite literally die a happy man. So, when Remus dropped her off at her flat and turned his head before she'd kiss him on the mouth, the void went deeper.

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Y/N couldn't sleep that night. Her mind was restless, thoughts of Remus swirling in her head like a tempest. She tossed and turned, replaying the events of the evening over and over again, each memory etching itself into her heart. There was no denying it anymore; she was utterly and completely in love with him.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing onto the shore, powerful and unstoppable; she was head over heels for Remus Lupin.

The next day, Y/N couldn't concentrate on anything. Her mind kept drifting back to Remus, like she'd could easily find herself absentmindedly doodling hearts and his name on the margins of her notebook. She needed to tell him; she couldn't keep this to herself any longer.

In the late afternoon, she gathered her courage and dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to pick up. When he finally answered, his warm voice on the other end sent shivers down her spine.

"Hey, Remus," she began, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside her. "I was wondering if we could meet up later? There's something I want to talk to you about." Remus's response was filled with concern. "Of course, love. Is everything alright?" "Yes, everything's fine," she reassured him. "I just... I have something to tell you, something important."

He agreed to meet at their favorite cafe later that evening, and Y/N's heart fluttered with nervous excitement. The minutes leading up to their meeting felt like an eternity, but finally, the time came. When they sat down together, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. Remus looked at her with those caring, gentle eyes, and she felt a rush of emotions wash over her.

"Remus," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't even know where to start. Y-you've brought so much magic into my life. From the moment we met, I felt something special, something I couldn't quite put into words."

He listened intently, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I've never felt this way before," she continued, her cheeks flushing with emotion. "You're like a beautiful enigma, a captivating mystery that I can't get enough of. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe and cherished, and every moment with you is a treasure. You've shown me a kind of magic that I never knew existed, a magic that exists in the little things, the stolen glances, the shared laughter, and the way you hold my hand. It's like you've cast a spell on me, and I never want it to end."

Remus's eyes softened, and a tender smile graced his lips. "Y/N, you're the most incredible person I've ever met," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I saw your ink-stained hands, I knew you were something special. You've brought light into my life, and I can't believe that someone as amazing as you could feel this way about me."

He reached across the table and took her hand in his, their fingers interlocking like two puzzle pieces, finding their perfect fit.

"I'm not good with grand gestures or flowery words," he said, his voice a whisper. "But I can tell you this: I care about you deeply, more than I ever thought possible. You make me happy like I never imagined I'd could feel. I've fallen in love with you, Y/N, and I can't believe my luck."

Y/N's heart soared, tiny tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Remus," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so in love with you too. You've shown me a kind of love I never knew existed, a love that feels like coming home. I cherish every moment with you, and I want to share my time with you, if you'll have me."

Without hesitation, Remus leaned across the table, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to her lips. It was a kiss filled with love and promise, sealing their feelings and intentions.

"I'd be honored to have you in my life, Y/N," he whispered against her lips. "You're my bit of magic in a world that can be harsh and uncertain, and I never want to let you go."

And so, in that cozy cafe, two souls found solace in each other's love. The world around them faded into the background as they basked in the enchantment of their newfound love, knowing that this kind of magic was unlike any other they had ever known. They had found something truly extraordinary in each other, a love that would stand the test of time and shine brighter than any star in the night sky.

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Chocolate?

A !young! Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Your not feeling well, and Remus takes care of you ^^

Major fluff, no trigger warnings :))

Gender neutral reader :D

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Its almost lunchtime and you still haven't left your bed, well except to run to the bathroom when you got nauseous. But other that that, you got no other exercise. Unfortunately, that means you also hadn't left your room, which left you absolutely starving.

You were just turning over in bed, trying to get comfy even in your restless state, when a worried Remus (gently) busted through the door.

His face immediately softened once his eyes rested on your pale, sickly looking state. "Oh honey, what happened?" he slowly sits on the edge of your bed, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

Most of the tension in your body dissipates as you feel the softness and gentle warmth of his skin on your forehead. "M' sick," was the only reply you could muster in your sweaty, hungry, pain filled state.

He chuckles softly, "I really couldn't tell," he hands you a thermos cup from the messenger bag at his side. "Hot tea, I figured you were sick when you weren't at breakfast, its waffle day, your favorite," he kisses your head gently before helping you sit up.

You slowly sip the tea praying it will help rid you of your blaring headache and incredibly sore throat. While you were slightly disappointed about waffle day, you knew you probably wouldn't be able to keep it down anyways.

"Thanks," you reply softly as you sip the tea. There's a perfect combination of the flowery taste of the tea itself and sweetness of the honey he no doubt mixed in.

He grins standing as he begins to take stuff out of his bag and set it on the wide nightstand sitting next to your bed. He sets cough drops, water, ibuprofen and your favorite chocolate on your nightstand.

You have to clamp your jaw shut so it doesn't fall open at the genuine kindness of your boyfriend. "Remmy..."

He smiles, "Want some chocolate? I absolutely know you haven't eaten all day and that's not good, especially when your sick and dehydrate," he adds emphasis on 'not good' and 'dehydrated', to show how much he's worried.

"Alright," you gingerly try to take it from his hands but he grins mischievously before breaking off a piece and lifting it up to your lips. You roll your eyes and try not to smile as you bite into the chocolate, the lovely flavor of it spreading across your tongue.

He takes everything back from your hands and returns it to the nightstand before flipping the light off and climbing into bed with you.

"Remus, you have classes," but your words are muffled as he pulls you into his chest.

"Shh you're sick, I could care less about classes. Plus I'll get the homework from James later".

You eventually sigh, and lovingly roll your eyes at his antics before leaning into him, your arms wrapping around his waist. You're genuinely surprised that the chocolate didn't make you sicker. But in his arms you feel completely content. Maybe you'll get some sleep after all?

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

sirius black x reader

world count: 0.7k

warning: none, no use of y/n

summary: In which Sirius doesn't take no as an answer.

a/n: i'm coming back to every one of you with my tail between my legs 🧍🏻 i hope you remember me, but at the same time i will not be surprised if it turns out that you don't know who i am,, after all, i wasn't here for a couple of months. hi, i’m pinchofhoney and i can't promise that i won't disappear again

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„Oh, come on, love! Just one! One date, and I promise it'll be the best time you’ve ever had!” Sirius pleaded with an endearing grin, his eyes sparkling with hope.

“Not a chance, Black,” you replied, not taking your eyes off the book you were reading.

The cozy Gryffindor common room embraced you both with its warm ambiance. The crackling fireplace cast a soft glow that danced across the room, filling it with a golden light that made everything seem more enchanting. The flames danced and crackled, creating a mesmerizing display that mirrored the electricity in the air between you and Sirius. The scent of burning wood mingled with the faint aroma of cookies you had before, adding to the delightful atmosphere.

Outside, raindrops tapped rhythmically against the window, a soothing symphony that played in harmony with the crackling fire. It was a comforting sound, like a lullaby that wrapped around you, making you feel at home and secure.

Nestled in your favorite spot, you sank into the plush cushions of the cozy armchair, enveloped in a soft blanket that felt like a warm hug. You were engrossed in a thrilling tale of adventure and romance, but Sirius's presence next to you was a delightful distraction. Every now and then, you stole glances at him from the corner of your eye. His raven-black hair cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Pretty please?” Sirius leaned in closer, his voice filled with a playful desperation that tugged at your heartstrings, resting on the backrest of the armchair just inches from your shoulder. He was relentless in his pursuit, but you couldn't deny that you secretly enjoyed the attention. It was as if the Gryffindor common room itself was cheering him on, the very walls seeming to hum with anticipation of what could be.

You pretended to resist, though your heart had already whispered a resounding. The lovely dance of emotions between you both was too magical to end too quickly, and you savored every moment of it.

“No.”

Sirius let out a cute sound of displeasure, hanging his head momentarily. But determination still glimmered in his eyes, undeterred by your playful rejection. He knew that he wouldn't give up easily, not when his heart was set on you.

“And now, please, stop bothering me, Black,” you said teasingly, but the affection in your voice was evident.

“Just a day in Hogsmeade. One day! No,” the boy straightened up, ruffling his hair in an adorable attempt to charm you. His gaze lingered on the back of your head, and then he quickly moved to stand right in front of you, blocking the warmth of the fireplace.

“Not even a day, just an afternoon. Please, we can enjoy a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks and pay a visit at Honeydukes. I know how much you love this place!” he pleaded with eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky.

A little smile escaped your lips, unable to resist the genuine sweetness in his proposition. Although you had secretly desired to go on a date with Sirius for a long time, watching him try so earnestly brought a delightful satisfaction that only added to the enchantment of the moment.

You raised your eyes to meet his, trying to maintain a facade of indifference. “Will you stop pestering me if I agree to go?”

A shadow of a smile painted itself across Sirius' face, his eyes filled with joy. “I promise,” he replied softly, sincerity lacing his words.

“And I won’t have to go on another date ever again?” you asked, closing the book and giving him your full attention.

Sirius winked playfully, his eyes dancing mischievously. “Well, you won’t have to, but you’ll want to. No one ever goes on just one date with Sirius Black.”

You chuckled, unable to hold back the laughter that bubbled within you. “Oh, really? I guess I'll have to prove you wrong then.”

His grin widened, and he couldn't hide his excitement. “So you'll come?”

You let out a content sigh, surrendering to the warmth of the playful tension between the two of you. "So I will come."

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[luv4-liv]

❝Take the stress out of you.❞

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. +18. First time. Unprotected sex. Obscenity. He angry. Spanking. Marks on the neck.

Summary: Lola and Remus had an arranged marriage, although he was in love with her. Eventually, she also falls in love and decides to prove her love.

The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.

You can find it in Spanish on my wattpad account (piscessbabyy)

Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me

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Time had passed, both were closer. Things had improved financially, and they were comfortable, both of them.

Lola had given it a lot of thought, but finally made up her mind. They had been married for months, it wasn't a bad thing.

She saw the time and after taking a shower, she hurried over there.

After passing by that store, and somewhat embarrassed, ordering what she needed, she hurried home, before her husband arrived.

She had bought red lace underwear. It wasn't something very 'WOW' but she had seen Remus slyly looking at those garments, every time they passed by the store.

And a few days ago, Lola had worn a red blouse, for nothing special, and he was quick to tell her that the color suited her very well.

He liked seeing that color on her.

And from there, the lacy red underwear.

As soon as she entered her house, she ran into the bedroom taking the garments out, changed and put her normal clothes back on.

She felt the sound of the door and quickly hid the bag in the closet.

She left the room as normal as possible, due to her nerves, and went to the living room, running into Lupin.

"Remus?" he looked at her.

"Hello," he said dryly.

He left his coat on the couch and headed for the bedroom, followed by his wife.

As they entered, he sat on the bed, running his hands over his face and then his hair in frustration.

"Are you okay?" she dared to speak again.

"Yes.." he replied more calmly, realizing he had answered somewhat curtly earlier.

"What do you want to eat..?"

"I don't want dinner today, honey. Thank you.."

"Did something happen?" she said, still standing by the door, watching him.

He denied, but then thought about it some more.

"It's just that I had an argument with a co-worker at work, and I got really mad at his attitude." he spoke still with his hands on his head, looking at the floor.

Then she saw the opportunity.

"I think I know a way to take your stress away.." she caught his attention, causing him to now look at her.

Lola, her hands a little shaky for whatever her reaction would be, began to pull her blouse off, exposing her lacy bra.

Remus dropped his gaze from her eyes, to lower his gaze to that garment.

She half-opened her lips, but then denied.

"I'm kind of angry, cutie, I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm at your beck and call, Remus, anything that comes from you will make me feel good."

And that was enough for him to get up and slam her against the wall.

He moved his wife's hair to one side, to start kissing her neck.

The girl's moans were getting on his nerves, and he was sure he couldn't take much more.

He gave a little tap on the back of her thighs, to which Lola understood, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked to the bed, leaving her on it, and climbing on top of Lola, without crushing her.

"I love the way that color looks on you."

"I know." she gasped.

He quickly unclasped her bra and went straight to kissing her breasts.

He left a big mark, and smiled.

Lola bit her lip to hold back her little cries, which her husband noticed.

With one hand, Lupin squeezed his girl's neck, without hurting her.

"I want to hear you, don't be quiet."

He continued his task on her breasts, and when both were erect, Remus roughly pulled down his wife's skirt.

Next, unable to wait any longer, he ripped the panties off.

"Hey, they were expensive."

"I can buy you a lot more, if when I get home from work, you'll greet me like this more often." he spoke before kissing her

She gasped in between the kiss, as she felt Remus run a finger across her womanhood, feeling her wetness.

And her moans became even more intense, as Remus began to make circles on her clit.

He was being a little rough, and it was driving her crazy.

Lupin moved his hand away, and Lola was about to moan, until she heard the sound of a zipper, and then Remus's pants drop.

Seconds later, she felt Remus' member, brushing against her womanhood. She moaned at the surprise and closed her eyes, enjoying the contact.

He moved his member up and down, from her clit to her entrance, spreading her wetness.

Remus smiled at the image of his girl enjoying his touch. He never thought he could have her like this, willing to him in such a way.

Lola began to moan unconsciously, the touch was no longer enough for her, and really, not enough for him either.

Without warning, he entered her all at once. Lola moaned loudly and grabbed her husband by the shoulders.

He didn't wait and began to move at a pleasurable speed for both of them.

After a few minutes, he had had enough, he needed to vent his anger.

He grabbed her by the hips and began to penetrate her roughly, causing the moans to get louder.

They were both aware that tomorrow they were going to get complaints from the neighbors if they passed them.

They had no idea how long they had been like this, but in a moment, Remus found the girl's weakest point.

He smiled at that and began to strike deeper into that spot.

When she dug her nails into his shoulders, he responded with a hard spank, she was sure she would get a mark, and it didn't bother him at all.

Their onslaught was beginning to become unbridled, both were about to release the knot of pleasure they were holding back.

Soon after, they reached their orgasm together, but Remus's thrusts would not stop.

That tortured her from the overflow of pleasure, due to her sensitivity from her recent orgasm.

She moaned and to him it was the best thing he had ever heard in his life.

Remus was slowing down. He left one last mark on Lola's neck, and seconds later, he pulled out of her.

They were both lying on the bed, somewhat shaken and tired.

Remus wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, noting all the hickeys he had left.

"We should do this more often.."

"Anytime you want, love." he replied, running his fingers over each of the marks.

They were so amused with each other, they didn't even notice the missing condom, until the other day.

But well, that's another story....

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[masivechaos]

SWEET TOOTH

sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: You don't understand how Sirius can love you

Warning/content: kissing, feeling insecure, fluff, my English, inspired by sweet tooth by cavetown

a.n.: 0.5k words - sorry this is so short

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Sirius was fast asleep next to you but you couldn’t sleep, you were wide awake. You were too busy staring down at him, not believing you had the chance to call him yours. Whenever you were by his side, you felt your heart beat faster as if your blood was full of sugar. You had a sweet tooth for him.

Making sure you were quiet, you let your finger trail on his skin, slowly tracing the drawings on his inked skin. You knew every line and curve of his tattoos, you had memorised them. Every time you both lay down, you observed them, kissed them, coloured them even. Without thinking, you attached your lips to the tattoo on his chest.

“What a way of waking up,” Sirius mumbled with a smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his. “Hi, darling,” he said, kissing your temple softly as his hand ran through your hair.

“Hi, Siri,” you replied, “I’m sorry it’s really early.” You pecked his lips, hoping it will be enough to be forgiven.

Sirius laughed “It’s okay, being next to you will always be my favourite thing in the world,” he grinned, rubbing his nose with you.

You felt your cheeks heating up. It had been months since you’d been dating but his sweet words still had the same effects on you. You smiled at him a stupid, lovesick smile “I like you so much.” Say it back was your first thought.

You were really insecure about yourself and you never thought you would be able to have Sirius as your boyfriend. And sometimes you were scared he wouldn’t love you anymore.

“I like you more, my darling,” he grinned. You knew it was false. You loved him more than Moony loved his chocolate. More than Wormtail loved to snuggle into big sweaters. More than Prongs loved Lily.

Sirius saw the look on your face. The look that meant you didn’t believe him. “I like you exactly the way you are”

“I find it hard to understand”

“Why that?” he held you tighter, rolling both of you onto the bed, hovering over you “You’re funny, you’re brilliant and not to mention really fucking hot,” he smirked, trailing small kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

You laughed “I don’t know… I feel sick of myself. I feel like I’m trying to be someone else. Because… because maybe I will be a better person if I wasn’t… me.”

Sirius heard his heart break inside his chest “Y/n… You’re perfect the way you are… Why would you change?” He said before kissing your lips “I love you so much. Please don’t change”

Sirius truly had the effect of candy on you. Made your heart beat faster and healed your inner child.

“Going to have a cavity. You’re too sweet to me,” you whispered before connecting your lips to his, hearing him laugh into the kiss.

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[ch3rriewine]

Made with love <3.

summary: you crochet remus a sweater after noticing his deminishing collection:)

warnings??: 1.3k words, fluff, fem!reader, crochet stuff, remus being a cutie, no use of y/n, they're in love we get it, young remus, the pace she finishes the sweater is a little unrealistic but eh, first fic bear with me here, ahhhhh idk dude lmk if im missing something

idk like authors note: this is inspired by @lonelyhe4rts imagine:D, go check it out its great! if they say they are uncomfortable with this i will take it down immediately. i just thought i'd make something similar idk also this is super old it's been sitting in my notes for a year. if there's any mistakes or something lmk!

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Currently hard at work with a wooden hook in one hand and a quarter finished woolen square in the other, yarning over and pulling through as quickly as you can.

You are in the middle crocheting your lovely boyfriend a sweater. Sure, it was ambitious to finish a sweater a few days before you planed to give it to him, but you were dead set on making him this — Plus you had already finished the front panel. The yarn is a gorgeous tan shade you thought would suit his personality perfectly. Found it in a small crafts store whilst visiting your muggle relatives and knew you had to buy some. Granted it was impulsive and you had no current projects needing this specific color, but it reminded you of Remus, so it was only right for you to buy it.

A couple hours later, and many breaks from her hand cramping, you finally finished the back panel and was beginning the first sleeve when it struck you — the best idea ever. You had the brilliant idea of putting tiny heart at the end of the sleeve so only he’d be able to see it. Yup you were a genius, you decided. The heart would be a blush color so it would blend in just enough to see it if you looked directly at it while not being too vibrant. Once it was on the inside of the wrist area, he walked in. There he was with his shaggy brown hair that somehow always fell right, his tall lanky stature, and his terrible posture. He smiles wide as soon as he spots you in an old armchair in the corner of the common room. Immediately you hide the work in progress behind your back, wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now would we?

It was too late unfortunately, he has seen you with yarn and a hook in your hands and was immediately curious as to what you were making. He has always been a fan of the small bags or beanies you managed to weave up, so he wanted to know what this one was and why you hid it behind your back.

Striding over with furrowed eyebrows he asks

“Hey, what were you working on if you don’t mind me asking?” He plops down on the armchair beside yours.

“I do mind you asking actually” you reply with a slightly humored tone.

“Oh come on! I love your projects, please!” he drags out the end “Just let me see” He pleads now leaning over the small end table separating the 2 chairs, grabbing at your arm softly.

“No! I’m not gonna show you until it’s done!” You pull back your arm, crossing them and looking back at him with fake frustration.

“Please” He pleads “I’ll give you my love if you tell me”

“Hard pass” you say blankly, looking away to pretend to read some book left nearby.

Just as he was about to plead again, James, Sirius, and Peter walk in calling his name, looking to drag him into another one of their silly ideas. James spots him and makes his way over quickly. Before he gets another word out, he gets dragged by James excitedly. Finally, some peace in here. As soon as he’s out of sight, you get back to work. After maybe another hour or so, you turn in for the night. With a cramping hand and a bundle of woven scraps in your hand you walk into your dorm, crashing onto your bed. You’re alone for maybe 10 minutes before your boyfriend finds you and takes you into his arms.

“You gonna tell me what you were making now?” He asks playfully.

“Shhh stay quiet pretty boy, I’m tired” you mumble into his chest.

“Alright fine" he tucks your hair aside "But only because you’re tired” he sighs dramatically before burying his head into your hair.

Next morning he invites you to watch Sirius eat some weird candy they found, but you decline to finish the sweater, and you do. With a rested mind and a no longer cramped hand you were back at it again, crocheting peacefully with Remus in mind to motivate you. Doing the last stitch which hides the last yarn end, you hold it up to look at it in whole. A stranger would know it was handmade, but it was still done well enough to think it’d be stocked in a small store that sold that kind of thing. Smiling, you go to wrap it.

You fold the sweater neatly in a box along with a couple of his favorite chocolates. Maybe it was overkill since it wasn’t even Christmas, but who can blame you? You were excited and he deserved it. Wrapping the box in a simple sparkly pink wrapping paper you had lying around and tying a nice white bow on it, you write a nice card to tuck in the bow.

With the gift neatly enough wrapped, you sneak into his dorm to find his bed. There, you set down the box and smile. You hope he likes it, wait no, he better like it. Walking back to your dorm you see, who other than the Marauders walking to back to their dorm. You smile to yourself and speed walk back to your own dorm.

Maybe 5 minutes pass before you get a certain brunette boy knocking at your door. Opening it with a smile you see him holding the opened box with a matching smile on his gorgeous face.

“Was this you?” He asks despite knowing the answer.

“Hmm I dunno, do you know any girls who crochet you things?” You tease lightly.

He matches your grin "Maybe"

“Well who’s this lucky gal?” You try to suppress your smile now, but failing quite miserably.

“Some pretty girl right in front of me” His cheeks tinted pink now.

“Well do you like it?” You drop the bit, now slightly insecure.

“Like? It’s my prize possession now! I mean you made me this? I know why you wouldn’t tell me what you were making now!” He rambles slightly letting himself into your empty dorm.

“If you love it so much try it on!” He hurriedly pulls off his current sweater and pulls yours from the box and pulling it on himself. He adjusts, feeling the material before putting his hands on his hips, posing for you. You giggle, and he swears he’ll do that a million times just to hear it again.

“Fits perfectly” you say walking towards him to examine it on him.

“Of course it does, you made it how could it have any flaws” he flirts. Rolling your eyes you pick up your polaroid camera to snap a shot of him in your, first of many, sweater. He sees this, smiles, fixes his hair till he catches a glimpse of blush yarn and looks at his sleeve again with adoration at the tiny heart. Then there’s a flash in front of him. He turns back to you grinning and pulling out the photo. Waving it a bit to develop faster, you look at the photo. It’s a perfect shot, so genuine. It’s him looking at the small heart with slightly furrowed brows, a small smile on his face, adoration in his eyes, and pink dusting cheeks. He walks over to look at it too.

“You’re so handsome” You say dragging out the last syllable, teasing lightly when he grabs it from you to look at it. Looking at it he smiles fully now and places it down on the closest desk. Pulling you into a hug he mumbles into your hair.

“Thank you so much, dove. I love it, it’s the best thing I’ve ever gotten.” Your cheeks become hot and you bury your head into his chest further.

“I’m just glad you like it.” You smile into his chest.

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[mischievovstar]

can you see james like i do? I'm obsessed

@/140pit on twt

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[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Remus lupin x fem reader who gets flustered easily by affection and PDA and maybe all their friends tease her a bit abt it but in good fun thank youu

Flustered

a/n: i am so sorry that it took me forever to write this

warnings: touching, 

word count: 800+

Remus Lupin was good at many things. Reading, school work, coming up with pranks. But his favourite thing he was good at?

Making you flustered.

It annoyed you, sometimes. Just how easily he could get your face and neck to heat up with barely a sentence, or how he made it a struggle to maintain eye contact, especially when he looked at you like that. He always made it worse by biting the inside of his cheek with mischief sparkling in his eyes, or when the corner of his mouth would tug up into that half-smirk that undid you every time. It got worse once you two got together, because the fact that he was yours, and you were his, meant that these simple words and prolonged eye-contact became much more common.

You didn't hate it. You loved the feeling, even if you lost control of your words and mouth. Even if it made your mind stop working, made your heart stop beating. Every moment with him was exhilarating, every word magical, every touch euphoric.

But he liked to tease. Loved to, would be a more accurate description. He loved to make you flustered, and you cursed the universe for letting it be so easy. For giving him this superpower.

“Oh, Y/n,” Marlene whispered, a massive grin on her face. “Your boyfriend’s coming over.”

You glanced over your shoulder to the entrance to the common room, where Remus was stepping through the portrait hole, book bag slung over his shoulder and hair messy from a day of schooling.

“Hi, Love,” he greeted, sitting beside you and kissing the side of your head.

You fought a giddy smile, but as soon as your eyes met, the grin erupted on your face.

“Hi, Rem,” you replied.

“What’re we working on?” he asked, slipping an arm around your waist and leaning closer to see your parchment.

“Charms,” you said as casually as you could. “Are you working on anything?”

Remus nodded and squeezed your side lightly, placing another kiss to the side of your head. “Potions,” he murmured. 

Oh Merlin. It was happening already. Your brain was short-circuiting, and if someone asked you a question, you were sure you were going to miss it. Thankfully, your friends simply gave you cheeky grins before getting back to their own work, leaving you to have a crisis in peace.

You loved when he touched and kissed you, but it made you stop thinking. It was a struggle, in all honesty. Maybe you should open a club.

You picked up your quill and began to write, the scratching of the writing instrument and the crackle of fire the only constant noise, and things were going well until there was a weight on your thigh. Not just any weight – Remus’s hand.

You knew it wasn’t a sexual gesture. He just liked to have some sort of physical connection with you. But Merlin, thinking, well, it wasn’t working when he did that.

“Y/n?” Mary said.

You looked up at the use of your name, and Lily had the most evil smirk on her face, meaning that Mary must have been trying to get your attention for some time now.

“Yes?” you answered, trying to keep your voice level.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Remus’s smug little grin, and Godric, it infuriated you. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to make some quip, but his hand squeezed your thigh slightly, and all those thoughts eddied out of your head. Stupid Remus and his stupid smirk and his stupid good looks and his stupid ability to make you so flustered and–

“Y/n!”

Mary was clicking her fingers in your face and you blinked, shaking Remus from your thoughts.

“Um… sorry… long day?” you tried.

But Mary seemed to know exactly what was going on, and she just smirked a little bit. “Sure. We’re wondering if you know the answer to question five? We’re all stuck.”

“Er… no, sorry,” you answered. Even if you did know the answer, you wouldn’t be able to put it into words.

“Are you sure?” Lily piped up. “It’s about the Aguamenti charm – you were the first one to get it, right?”

“Umm… yeah…” you recalled. “It’s… um…”

Remus brushed his thumb over your thigh. “Having trouble, Darling?”

“Looks like she is,” Marlene snickered.

You narrowed your eyes at your friends and Remus sighed before kissing the side of your head and standing up. You immediately turned your head to him, your eyes widening in confusion. “Where’re you going?”

Remus shrugged. “Gotta find James and Sirius. We’re playing hide and seek.”

“And you were doing homework with us because…?”

Remus grinned and leant down to whisper in your ear, “because I love it when I make you flustered in front of everyone.”

Your eyes widened further and he grinned his devilish grin again before kissing you and leaving you to suffer the relentless teasing of your friends.

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[maryslouisv]

If Remus saw that you were sick

pairing: young!RemusLupin x reader

contains: fluff, sickness symptoms, use of pet names

a/n: was not proofread, but generally proud nonetheless.

wc: 575

When you woke up in Remus’ arms one Friday morning, your throat felt all scratchy and your forehead was sweaty. Your mouth was dry and your nose was clogged, but you pulled yourself from your boyfriend’s arms and got up and ready for class. Remus would be waking up soon, as he was the early bird of the marauders. 

You got your clothes from your drawer in Remus’ dresser, trying not to wake him. You thought you might go get him breakfast so he could cram a little more sleep in. A cough, however, woke the lycanthrope up before you got the chance. 

“Baby? Are you okay?” he asked, sleepily. 

“Yeah,” you said through another cough, “just allergies, that time of year again.”

“Are you sure? You sound sick, my love,” he said, reaching for you to come back into bed. 

“I was just about to go get us breakfast, honey,” you said, brushing your fingers against his. He nodded before leaning back to his pillow. 

After Remus asked you if you were feeling well several times, he finally gave up. Unfortunately, as you got halfway through the day, you only felt worse. You were sweating, even in the cold divination tower. Your nose was runny and your throat was sore. With that, you pushed yourself closer to him and cuddled with him whenever you could, despite your worry about getting him sick, too. 

“Baby, you’re definitely sick,” your boyfriend whispered to you during potions. 

“So what? I can’t miss class, anyway,” you whispered back painfully. 

“Well break is soon, so you-” he said, tapping your nose, “-get to go to my dorm, my love.”

“Okay, fine.”

And you obliged. Though you didn’t want to miss class or make your boyfriend sick, you did have to admit that you were really tired. You immediately lay down in his bed and got comfortable. The sheets smelled like him, which somehow made you feel like you were being nursed back to health. 

You heard the bell ring, indicating that the break was over, but you were barely awake and ignored it so that you could sleep. 

After some time, your boyfriend walked in, waking you up.

“Are classes over?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. 

“No love,” he said, showing you his full arms. 

“What’s all this? What about lessons?”

“Don’t worry, Lily will give me notes, baby,” he said starting to empty his arms on the bed, “I had to run, but you were sleeping, so I suppose it didn’t matter too much. Anyways, I ran to the hospital wing-I had to talk Madame Pomfrey out of bringing you there-Lily lent me your favorite book, and Pete snuck into the kitchens for cocoa and your favorite snacks. A lot of people owe me things.”

“I love you-” you whispered, still half asleep, “no, no, go back to class. I’m going to get you sick,” you added as he started to get into the bed with you. 

“Well, you’re already in my bed, but I will do this first,” he said, now going over to the dresser and getting his favorite sweater and sleep shorts, “here, put this on. Then you can go back to sleep, love.”

And he helped you change out of your uniform. He got you to take medicine and get some food & drink in your stomach before reading to you as you fell asleep in his arms again. 

Who cares about the notes now?

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Lipstick Mark | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Lipstick Mark

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Summary: A lipstick mark is enough to tell it all.

The minute you saw the look Lily and Marlene were giving you, you knew that something was wrong.

But with the teasing smile they were also giving, you knew that the "something wrong" could only be applied to you.

"What?" You asked, sitting right across them on the bench in the Great Hall.

"Looks like you and Remus had a rather exhilirating morning today." James teased as your boyfriend went to sit beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Remus said as the two of you exchanged a look, trying to ignore the blush that was making itself known on both of your faces - you had specifically made sure that the dorm was completely empty and the door was locked…

"Deny it all you want Moony." Sirius snickered, "But the lipstick mark on your collar says otherwise."

Looking over to his collar, there was indeed a bright red stain in the shape of your lips.

"What?" You said innocently, giving a shrug, "That's what you get for giving me hickeys about the collar when I told you not to."

"You can cover up the hickeys with foundation!"

"Not when I'm running a minute late to class!"

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I'm so excited

Remus Lupin x reader

Words: about 4.0k words

Warnings: smut, possessive!Remus, swearing, not proofreaded (sorry it's really late, and I'm starting to imagine things :) )

Author’s note: Hi loves! I'm so so so so so sorry, but life it's really kinking me in the ass and seems like uni likes to do the same, so I hope to write some more during this break. Let me know if you liked this one, your witch Becky

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DAY 11: Breeding (tbt maybe isn't that much breeding, but I let myself get carried away by Remus Fucking Lupin)

Title of the one shot (and song in it): I'm so excited by The pointer sisters

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Remus could swear that he had never hated you as much as he did at that moment.

You and young Lupin had never been big fans of each other, as you both competed to be your year's brightest witch and wizard, but for some time the hungry little wolf in him had begun to see more than just a rival of wits in you: prey.

Each time he could not help but dwell on your hair, your smile (unfortunately never directed at him), your wonderful and magnetic eyes, and then wander over aspects that made his thoughts less pure. At night he dreamed of being able to touch your breasts, his most secret and darkest desire, being able to kiss, taste and bite them, almost putting his signature on you, so that everyone, even that idiot Ravenclaw of your year knew that no one but him could touch you; or he dreamed of leaving a trail of kisses from your belly down to your belly, to your thighs, which he imagined were so soft and sweet, until a scream from Sirius woke him up in the morning, telling him he was late, again. Sometimes in the dullest classes he marveled at imagining what it would be like to come inside you, to possess you in such a primitive, animal way; to see his cum dripping from your pussy as his fingers brought it back inside you, into your womb, where it belonged according to him.

Part of Remus knew that he had no right to impose himself on you in that possessive way, but somehow the wolf inside him disagreed, having decided that you were by far the most captivating and attractive prey he had ever seen.

Despite everything, however, young Lupin had always managed to make sure that he did not give in to his instincts, well at least until this evening.

The Hufflepuffs had decided to throw another party, to take the pressure off the young students in this exam-filled period, and of course his friends had decided that Remus absolutely had to attend to tell them "to relax a bit," but Sirius, as they were getting ready to arrive at the place where the party was being held, had looked at Remus and raising his eyebrows in an endearing way, with the look of someone who knows more than he should, had said that he knew for a fact that you would be at the party. Remus had never wanted to punch him as much as he did at that exact moment, but the thought that had grafted itself into him of you, dancing in the middle of a dance floor, not in the usual clothes he saw you in class in, but freer and more yourself, had been enough to make him close his mouth in fear that an involuntary moan would escape his lips.

But his imagination had not even come close to reality.

He had been sitting in an armchair for two hours now, stiff and panting, while next to him two are making out as if he were not next to them, but Remus cares nothing about what is happening next to him, the only thing he can focus on is you.

Right now you've climbed on top of one of the tables in the center of the room with your friend, and you're dancing one attached to the other, moving your pelvis in time to the music. You are wearing a simple black T-shirt with a V-neckline, ending just above your belly button and highlighting your breasts, which made young Lupin say a long string of swear words when he first saw you when he entered the room, hoping that like a spell they might change what you are wearing into cute, soft pajamas with Christmas puppets, or make the painful erection he was feeling go away. A simple skirt, on the other hand, moved in time with your hips, showing off your legs, neither too much nor too little. It was shocking to Remus how on an occasion like this you had managed to maintain the same elegance and class you show in class when you get into an argument with him about who is right, in fact he almost seemed to see the same stubbornness and confidence in your eyes at this moment as you downed another sip of your drink, which you had managed not to spill despite everything despite continuing to move.

"If you take a picture of her, you'll be able to look at it again tonight you know, when you can't help but-" Sirius whispers in his ear, waking Remus from the trance-like state he had fallen into.

"We get it Padfoot, you don't need to go on." James stops him, as he gets a glimpse of the young wolf from behind their friend's back.

Remus rolls his eyes, only to look in his hands at the drink that he has now finished, and without saying anything to his friends he turns and goes to the table where the bottles of alcohol are.

He pauses for a moment to look at which of the proposed spirits is the strongest, to make sure that he also forgets his name, as well as the sinful thoughts your body brings him.

However, everything changes in a matter of seconds.

The young wolf has finally identified what he wants to drink when a body pulls up, still moving in time to the music. Remus turns to glare evilly at anyone who has bumped into him at such an unhappy and difficult time in his life, when he sees the culmination of all his problems: you.

He can't help but look at you enraptured even more than before, now with the possibility of being able to notice up close all the details that had eluded him a few minutes ago; besides given the difference in height, now your V-neckline offers him a view of your breasts unseen before, so much so that he has to restrain himself from running into the nearest bathroom and throwing cold water on his face, and more.

Your hair reflects the moonlight, which comes from a nearby window, and at that moment Remus realizes a truth that had escaped him just before: in three days it would be a full moon.

Not understanding how something so important could have slipped his mind, he realizes that all last week he had been too busy cursing your name or moaning it at night to realize that the moon was changing night after night.

You are the only thing he can now understand and think about, and this terrifies him, but at the same time makes him feel good.

Coming to her senses, she realizes that caught up in the rhythm of the music and the alcohol you practically danced on him. Lupin feeling a presence in his pants becoming more and more obvious and the wolf inside him getting louder and louder, decides that he cannot stay a second longer in this room, so he hurries out of the Hufflepuff common room, to find himself thus in the corridors. He begins to run, not going too far, but far enough to still hear the background music, thinking he is alone, when he hears footsteps.

Remus turns and sees you, leaning forward trying to regain the breath you had lost in running after him. Again the sight of your cleavage is enough to make him say a sequence of swear words under his breath as you pull yourself up and look at him.

"What are you doing here?" Remus asks, in an almost mean tone, yet unable to hide a note of longing as he tries to send you away by being rude to you.

"Your friends looked pretty bad to me, and they asked me to see if you were okay when you ran away from the party." You reply in the same acid tone he had used, before bursting out laughing. "What an idiot I am. I thought that at least this time if I showed you kindness, you would see that I'm not a bitch like you like to paint me."

"Why do you care so much that I think so highly of you?" He asks, intrigued, as he mentally slaps himself for the question he just asked.

"Because you are a person that everyone esteems and appreciates, and it is an honor to be appreciated by you in this damn school, and I never understood what I did to deserve the treatment I get from you. Do you really hate me for a couple of assignments and lessons? Are you really that arrogant?" You ask as you take a step toward him, but the sight of you so angry and panting with your hair messed up is enough to make him go wild, imagining you in the same condition, but this time because of him in a different way: under him and panting from his kisses as he makes you cry out in pleasure with his member. Remus takes a step back to catch his breath as he tries with all his might not to jump on you, and to banish his thoughts with images of pink-bearded Dumbledore dancing to a Christmas song. You, however, misinterpret that step backward, and respond with another step forward toward him.

"What more do I have to do than that Lupin? I'm laying myself bare before you, what more do I have to do Remus? Tell me."

Upon hearing his name fall from your fleshy lips, a short-circuit occurs in Remus's brain, who, no longer able to have control over his body, pounces on you like a predator who manages to finally get his fangs on his prey.

You initially don't know how to react when you feel his mouth on yours, but after a few seconds you return the kiss with equal passion. Your hands go into his brown hair, pulling it, while at the same time you press his face even harder against yours. Instead, his hands travel the way from your hips to your butt to your thighs, where with a nimble move Remus pulls you up as if you weighed nothing, while your back collides with the cold stone wall, enough to make you moan into the boy's mouth.

So you stay endless minutes kissing, in that lost hallway, while underneath the music seems to give you the tempo with which your tongues must move.

Then Remus pauses, trying to catch his breath, leaning his forehead against yours, still trying to keep at bay the wolf inside him that was clawing at the door to get out.

"You're still in time to run away baby. If you don't leave now, I don't know if I can guarantee that I can stop another time." Remus whispers a few inches from your lips as you too catch your breath. You look at him confused, not understanding why he sees what you were doing, or what you might soon be doing, as a terrible thing you would like to run away from instead of something you have been running toward for years.

And instead of answering him, she starts humming the song that had just started at the party.

"Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen-" Whispers kissing his forehead. "-tonight we'll put all other things aside-" You continue kissing his eyes. "-give in this time and show me some affection-" You sing as you kiss his cheeks, hearing him moan, almost as if it is a pain what you are doing, even though you know for sure from the erection pressing against your belly that it is not. "-We're goin' for those pleasures in the night.-" You say finally kissing him on the lips, lightly brushing against his before continuing to sing. "-I want to love you, feel you, wrap myself around you, I want to squeeze you, please you, I just can't get enough, and if you move real slow, I'll let it go-" now, however, it is he who begins his attack with slow kisses from your ear to your mouth, not even touching it though before moving down to your neck.

"-I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it, I'm about to lose control and I think I like it, I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it, and I know, I know, I know, I know I want you." You finish singing the refrain panting as he finishes leaving marks all the way down your neck to the hollow, leaving almost his mark, wanting everyone to know who was lucky enough to have you in his arms and on his lips.

"Do you still have doubts Lupin, or should I go back to my room and do for myself what you haven't given me yet? Or maybe I could go back to the party and find someone, maybe Sirius-" You try to provoke him, but your words die in your throat as one of his hands tightens around your neck.

"Don't ever try to mention another guy's name at the moment I'm about to fuck you, or next time not only will I leave all these bites on your neck but I'll also put a nice collar on you." He states in a hard, confident voice, enough to make you tremble, as you feel a warm sensation creating in your lower abdomen. "You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? A nice collar that tells everyone where you belong?" He continues, realizing that he has touched the right keys.

You gasp and search within yourself for the strength to respond to him.

"Lupin, I swear if-" You try to say, but you can't finish.

"Oh my baby, are we off to a bad start? What's my name?" He interrupts you, tightening his grip on your neck a little more.

"Remus, please Remus I need you."

"What do you need baby?" He asks, as with a sly grin he watches you wiggle under his gaze, as if your body is on fire.

"I need you to fuck me. Now. There's a broom cupboard nearby, no one ever comes by here." You propose in hopes of soon alleviating the feeling of longing you feel.

"And here I thought all you did was keep your pretty little nose in the books all the time." He taunts you, as always with your legs wrapped around his waist and one arm wrapped behind your back and the other on your neck, he leads you toward the place you suggested just now.

"And now I find out that instead you are nothing but a little whore, ready to get fucked in the broom closet. Don't worry baby, I'll prove to you that once again I'm better at it than you are."

"Oh yeah and how?" You manage to say, once the door to the cramped little room, capable of holding only the two of you standing, is closed behind you. Dust gets into your nostrils, and you don't even want to think about how many bugs there must be on these walls, but the only thing you care about now is the man between your legs, and what he might do.

"You'll learn to recite my name better than any spell they've ever taught you, and I know for a fact that you'll appreciate its result much more, I'd say it's nothing short of ecstatic." He replies, before venturing back to your lips to devour you as if it were his last meal on earth, and he hadn't eaten in weeks.

You feel his warm hands settle on your breasts, and then reach to the edge of the T-shirt you are wearing and slip it off, leaving before his eyes a view of your chest, covered only by your bra.

"Merlin, how I love your boobs." Remus confesses, before moving on to leave open-mouthed kisses and bites on all the skin he finds available, then quickly and surely removing your bra in less time than you realize.

Now that your hair is uncovered and in contact with the cold night air, it stiffens, and the young wolf is not slow to take one between his lips and tease the other with his hand, until your hands are violently embedded in his hair and your moans grow louder and louder.

"Please, Remus, I need more." You beg him in a whisper, so you feel one of his hands rest on your hip, while the other descends to your panties, and his mouth continues to torture your right hair, with the constancy with which he wants to prove he is better than you in class. He lowers one of your legs by resting it on the floor, so that access to his coveted treasure is easier. His hand grazes your pussy from above your panties, sending a shiver down your entire back as you gasp through your lips, resting your head on his shoulder.

With a gentle gesture he moves his fingers between your panties and the most sensitive and delicate spot on your body, making you gasp.

"God baby, I didn't think you were so wet." He comments, making you blush. "Didn't you want more baby? I swear I won't stop until you beg me to stop." He whispers in your ear, pulling away from your nipple for a moment, then attaching the other one, leaving the one from before wet from his saliva to the night breeze, thus making you shiver with pleasure again and getting you even wetter.

One of his long, slender fingers enters you, teasing you, before adding a second. He moves his fingers with agility and confidence, like those of a musician performing his favorite piece that he has been playing for years now. He touches inside you in all the right places, making you moan with pleasure.

That delicious torture goes on for minutes that seem like hours.

Your lips are on the verge of splitting from how much you are biting them, when you feel coming like a wave the orgasm to which your gestures are leading you.

"Remus I'm going to-"

"Cum." He says simply, looking you fixedly in the eyes, from his full height. You stare gazing at those wonderful chocolate-colored crystal orbs, illuminated by the gentle moonlight filtering through the cracks in the door, when you can no longer stop the inevitable in the face of his oh-so-dry command. You reach the pinnacle of pleasure, and it is as if for a moment you can touch the sky with your finger. Your soul goes out of your body for a moment, until you open your eyes again, gasping and he looks at you with a satisfied look.

"And that's just the beginning baby, you still have to come on my cock." He comments, as with a lightning-fast gesture he unbuckles his underpants and pulls down his panties, just enough to make his member come out. You remain mute staring at his cock for a moment, noting its size: it wasn't the first time you had fucked someone, but none of the guys could match Remus, that was for sure.

"See anything you like baby?" He asks you sarcastically, as you feel your pussy getting even wetter than it already is.

"Maybe, but you still have a promise to keep so you'd better get to work." You retort, before being silenced by his lips. With his hands he directs his cock toward your entrance, then puts it all the way inside you without warning, leaving you breathless with your back pressed against the door. You feel him inside you in places you didn't even think he could reach, as he stays still to give you a minimum of time to adjust to his size.

"Oh baby, don't worry, I'm a man of my word. You will walk out of here that I will have branded you with my cum from inside, so that everyone will know for sure that you are mine." He whispers in your ear before starting to move. He comes almost completely out of you, leaving only the tip in, then comes back in with a dry, sure thump a couple of times, to start moving faster and faster and harder. Part of you wonders if he really means what he said about coming inside you to place his ownership over you, and at the very thought you can't help but tighten the walls of your pussy around him.

"Do you like the idea? Of having my cum inside you dripping down your thighs, letting everyone know you're mine?" He says and you can't help but gasp, the pleasure clouding your mind. "Shit, I can already picture you all proud and strutting walking down the school hallways, no panties on, while everyone stares at you and in your lap all my cum. Who knows maybe I could even get you pregnant." Remus continues, as you moan his name louder and louder, hearing what he says. The young wolf can swear that by now the beast inside him has become uncontainable, the only thing he can think about is coming inside you and making sure you have her pups, to bite you and let everyone know you are uniquely hers, in such an animal way that he is surprised you are not fucking in the woods, just like two wild creatures, since you have now become that: pleasure-seeking animals to survive.

"Remus, come inside me. I'm close to coming again, please." You beg him, after a few minutes have passed in silence, too busy fucking each other to talk.

"First you baby then I will make sure you can have my puppies, however, first you have to squeeze that beautiful pussy you have around my cock. Come for me baby."

And at those words you can't help but come one more time. Your head becomes light, as if floating, as your vision darkens. Your pussy squeezes hard and in rhythm with Remus's cock, which stimulated by your orgasm goes to meet his, letting all his seed pour into you in long, powerful spurts.

You remain still and connected for a few minutes before Remus begins to laugh. You look at him confused and tired, ready for yet another joke from him at you and even more personal teasing after such an intimate moment, when he leaves you a light kiss on your cheek and asks, "Do you really think I would ever be able to hate you, I was convinced you couldn't stand even the sight of me."

Smile in turn as you look at him, before you also speak.

"Well apparently neither of them is as smart in the end as they think they are I would say."

Bonus (I think I definitely have a problem with bonuses)

Sirius looks at his friend, sitting next to him on the settee, as he sees you re-enter holding Remus's hand at the party, now decidedly calmer than an hour and a half ago, when both of you had left without a trace and without telling anyone where you were going. The two of you approach the liquor table, laughing and joking as you look into each other's eyes, with a smile that says a lot about your nocturnal activities in the hallways, though only to those who are able to pick up on the signs.

Sirius and James seeing that exchange look at each other and jumping to their feet scream in unison:

"He did it!" Turning many loving couples around, including their friend and you, watching them confusedly do a dance of joy between bodies of boys asleep from exhaustion and alcohol, not knowing that this night would be the end of you, as they would forever use it against you as an argument in every speech to prove that two such smart people can be, by far, the dumbest.

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The Drink Snob (part 3)

mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3.1k

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

CW: attempted drink tampering, attempted human trafficking, a lot of swearing because it's Remus and reader (obviously)

Synopsis: You take Elle's advice, Remus returns the favour.

You waited at the end of the counter for your mocha to be called through the café. You were feeling pretty good about yourself; you had an interview lined up at a nice restaurant at the end of this week, you’d guest lectured for Minerva and got great feedback from both her and the students, and you’d found time to facetime Elle twice more.

The café was fairly busy with a fair number of students trying to get their caffeine fix between classes. The barista apologized to you for the wait, but you waved him off; “I’m not in any rush right now, take your time.” You had said to him.

“That was quite polite of you.” A voice to your right commented. 

You turned and raised your eyebrow at the dark-haired man. His hair was an array of curls pulled back into a low bun, and he kept his onyx gaze fixed on you. 

“And that surprises you?”

He smirked at you. “From a yank? I’d have to say a little.”

“Right,” You scoffed, “I’m not American.”

He looked at you strangely at that. “You sound like an American.”

“Maybe I’m just practicing for a part.” You shot back.

He hummed in response. “A budding actress, hm?”

Before you could respond, your name was called at the counter.

“Peppermint mocha for Y/N!”

You picked up your cup and turned back to the man. “As nice as this was, I have to take my leave.”

“Come to dinner with me.” He interjected quickly. You stared at him incredulously.

“I’m sorry?”

“Come on, I want to hear more about this budding acting career of yours.” He said as he winked. 

Your immediate thought was hell no. But then you thought of The Man ™ from the pub last week, and how surprising and nice it was to finally connect with someone. Wasn’t this exactly what Elle was saying you should be doing? It went against every part of your better judgement, but this opportunity had been placed in front of you twice, were you really in any position to ignore it?

“What’s your name?” You asked. You were met with a victorious smile.

“Tan.”

You considered him for a moment.

“Fine, one dinner.”

He clapped his hands together. “Wonderful, how about tonight? There’s a Spanish fusion restaurant that just opened downtown that I’ve been dying to try. I could pick you up. Say 7?” 

You looked the man up and down; you may be stepping out of your comfort zone agreeing to a date with a stranger you met at a coffee shop, but you weren’t suicidal. 

“I’ll meet you there.” You offered. Tan seemed to deflate a little, but the emotion passed quickly over his face.

He gave you the address and then actually kissed you on the hand before you turned and exited the café. 

Were all Brit’s this bold? Was this just an English thing? You walked back to the faculty building hoping this was a meet cute opportunity you could tell Elle about. 

“It’s kinda smart, really.” James commented, taking another drink from his water. 

“What is?” Remus asked, not looking up from the salad he was pushing around on the plate in front of him.

“Scouting near the universities.” 

Remus looked up at his mate then, his black hair as wild as ever as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. His knee was bouncing under the table, and Remus knew he was just trying to make conversation while they waited for Lestrange to make his appearance, but James could be so thick sometimes.

“Yes, James. It’s almost as if the traffickers have a method that they follow to find young women they can pick up.” Remus muttered quietly, finally shifting his gaze up to the door. 

“Sorry.” James muttered as he ran his hand through his hair again. “I just hate waiting.”

Remus chuckled. “I can tell.” 

James made it through at least a minute and a half of silence before Remus finally took pity on him. “Harry’s so close to walking now, eh?” 

James’ face lit up as he began a long tangent of his son’s different methods of movement which ranged from scooting, crawling, shifting, and rolling. “And Moony, yesterday he stood at the coffee table and walked around it all by himself! He was holding the coffee table, but still!” 

Remus smiled at his friend’s happiness just as he noticed their target entering the building. 

“He’s here.” Remus muttered into his collar which hid his speak piece.

“Greasy bastard, how do they manage to look creepier and creepier every time I see them?” Sirius muttered darkly into Remus and James’ earpiece from his car parked out front. 

Sirius hated not being able to join on some stakeouts on account of his family. For example, Rabastan Lestrange is technically related to Sirius through marriage as he is the brother-in-law of Sirius’ first cousin Bellatrix. Sirius and Bellatrix, both Black’s by birthright, and the Lestrange’s have historically held ties to the mob boss Tom Riddle who had his followers call him Lord Voldemort. Pretentious fucks at best, but at worst they were prejuidiced, racist, bigots who were involved in human trafficking, which meant it was very important that they get caught and stopped, not the other way around. Which meant Sirius had to play back-up. 

Remus was fine with that. James could be a little annoying on account of his ADHD, but he’d take that over Sirius’ inner rage any day. 

Remus got it, he really did; Sirius had been surrounded by this his whole life – born and raised to carry on the Black line of arseholes, and he’s seen things many people haven’t. His family was awful and what these women and children went through at their hands was horrible, but being hot-headed in the field didn’t save them.

Remus figured Sirius would probably make a good police officer if they weren’t so corrupt, though he would struggle playing by the rules.

Maybe in another life. 

“He’s got a seat in the far left. It’s secluded and near an emergency exit. Reg, are you able to get eyes back there without being caught?” James asked into his own speak piece. 

“On it.” Was Reg’s response. 

Remus watched the door as James watched Rabastan. People came and went but James never mentioned a change in our target, so Remus disregarded them.

Suddenly, Remus’ breath caught in his throat. No. Not her. 

“We should try the croquettes.” James said - their code.

No.

“No.”

James looked up at Remus. “What?”

“It’s...” Remus started, but he didn’t know how to finish. James kept his eyes on Rabastan as you walked past Remus’ line of sight.

“Wait, is that-” James started but they were interrupted by Regulus.

“I’ve got eyes on the emergency exit.” 

“Copy.” James muttered and looked back to Remus. “What is it?”

“What’s going on?” Sirius interjected in their earpieces. 

“Is that the girl?” James whispered to him, causing Remus to scrunch his eyes shut.

“Wait, what?” Reg called.

James sighed. “Remus’ girl from The Drunken Sailor, it’s her.”

“Wait.” Sirius yelled causing both men to wince. “The girl Rabastan is meeting, it’s Remus’ girl?”

“She’s not my girl.”

Sirius called out the wrong name. “Right?”  Sirius carried on over top of Remus. 

“Y/N.” Remus corrected.

“Oh my God,” James said wide eyed at him. “You’ve got it bad.”

“I do not.” Remus started before changing gears, “fuck off, Prongs. Now is not the time. We’ve got to get her out of here.” 

“Easy, Remus.” Regulus encouraged him quietly.

“Tell us how you want to go about this.” James added.

Both Black brothers shouted a what over the earpieces. 

“The plan stays the same, Prongs. Same as it always is – get her out.” Sirius barked.

“No, Padfoot. This has taken on a new element. If Remus isn’t careful, he could be accused of nefarious actions himself. She’s scheduled for an interview at the restaurant in a few days.” James chided. “It’s your call.” He said to Remus.

She wasn’t supposed to get caught up in this. 

She was supposed to go back to school and stay away from dingy bars – and dingy men. She was so clever; how could she have gotten swept up with Rabastan?

No.

Don’t be an arse, Remus.

These men were smart. They knew how to come off completely charming, and targeted women, well, women exactly like her.

She was a student, she was foreign, and she was probably alone when he approached her. She was their perfect target.

Remus just hoped she had kept her wits about her; she had noticed so quickly that his drink had been tampered with, hopefully she’d be just as alert tonight. Remus knew from the staff at the café that she had declined his invitation to pick her up, hopefully she didn’t give him her number, either. 

“Do you want me to swap, Remus?” Regulus queried over our earpiece. 

Did Remus want him to swap? 

What did Remus want?

Remus kind of wanted to be the one to be sitting over there with you.

He turned to look at your table to see you place your jacket on the hook of the booth beside you. As your head was turned, Rabastan’s hand hovered over your glass of water which began to fizz.  

“Moons?” James asked quietly again. 

But before Remus could respond, you looked back up and your gaze found him. Your eyes and nose scrunched a little as you considered him as if you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You finally shook your head slightly and offered Remus a small smile before turning back to Rabastan. 

Well, you knew Remus was here now. 

So much for keeping her out of this. 

“Now.” Remus said as he stood from his place at the table. 

The world had to be fucking with you at this point, right? You weren’t actually seeing The Man™? He must just be a figment of your imagination?

Apparently, he was not just a figment of your imagination because he was suddenly standing at the end of your table as if he was about to take your order.

“We really must stop meeting each other like this.” He said with a smirk.

You chuckled nervously as you stared at his beautiful face. “Uhm, yeah. Haha. What are the odds?”

“Uhm, do you mind?” Tan said as he considered The Man ™ and you with furrowed brows.

“I do, actually.” He said severely, before a second man with a mop of curly black hair sidled up behind him looking far more pleased than his counterpart.

“Rabastan, my man, it’s been too long.” He said entirely too loudly. You felt your cheeks heat up as you offered the people around you a nervous smile. 

Tan seemed to pale at the sight of the newcomer. Suddenly, his glass of water was turned over in front of him as he scrambled to stand. Before Tan could get anywhere, the curly headed man embraced him in an aggressive looking hug that involved an arm around his neck.

“You bastard, I can’t believe we let it go this long without catching up. Why don’t we have a little family reunion, hm? I know some cousins of yours who are just dying to see how you are.” He announced to the entire restaurant as he man-handled Tan to the emergency exit behind your booth.

You watched with your mouth hanging open as the door closed behind them and the restaurant returned to its appropriate volume. 

You turned your head towards The Man ™ as he slid into the booth Tan had just been dragged out of for all intents and purposes.

“What?” was all you could manage to mutter. 

“Don’t drink your water” was his response.

You looked down to see the table – now pooled with Tan’s water – and sat there in front of you was your water with a filmy layer on top. 

“What the fuck just happened?” you muttered more to yourself than anything.

“I returned the favour.” The Man™ replied with a shrug as he mopped up the water on the table that was starting to spill onto the bench of the booth you were seated on.

“What? Were you following me around waiting for some guy to drug me?” You asked incredulously.

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s not that deep.”

You scoffed in outrage. “Do not tell me to relax you fucker, I was nearly drugged, and lord knows what else.”

“I know exactly what else.” The man snarked back. “He would have brought you out to a van that his buddies would have pulled up upon his command, they would have dumped your purse and all of your belongings in the dumpster behind some business a few blocks away, flown you to Portugal and sold you to the highest bidder, and that’s ignoring everything that would have happened in between. I can assure you, darling, that there was only one fucker here and he was just dragged away by my mate there. So please for all that is holy, relax.” He pressed the end of his sentence as he dumped your glass over as well just as a server came by.

“Oh, let me clean this up for you!” The server exclaimed at the mess just as The Man apologized in faux embarrassment. “I’ll get you two new glasses. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”

Completely stunned, you decided to field the question to the infuriating man across from you who, fucking damnit, looked just as handsome as the first time you’d seen him. 

“Just the waters for now, thank you.” He said with a smile which flashed his dimples, the bastard. 

“Are you okay?” He asked softly which was in stark contrast from his demeanor before the server came.

“I’m fine.” You muttered probably more aggressively than you should have. “Fuck, I’m going to kill her.” You growled as you leaned your elbows onto the table and shoved your face into your hands.

“Who’s that now?”

You groaned, hands still covering your face. “My friend, the bitch. This is all her fault.” 

“How so?”

“This was her idea! Going out with him, I mean.” You answered miserably as you leaned back against the booth and crossed your arms.

“Your friend knew that guy?” He asked somewhat alarmed.

You snorted a laugh. “No. She just thought I should get out more. Was so worried about me being all sad and lonely in this new city. This’ll teach her.” You muttered as you picked imaginary lint from your skirt.

The man was mirroring you; leaning against the back of his booth with his arms crossed as he seemed to consider you.

“Is that why you started handing out your CV?”

You felt your eyebrows furrow. “My what?” 

The man dramatically rolled his eyes. “Oh, my apologies. I meant your resume.”

You nodded your head in understanding before slamming your hand down on the still damp table. “How do you know I’ve been handing out resumes? Are you actually stalking me?” 

“No, even your luck doesn’t seem to be that bad. Though, being nearly drugged twice is not a good track record.”

“If I’m remembering correctly, you were the one nearly drugged last time.”

The man smiled at you and something about it felt far softer than you felt the moment called for. “You applied at my mum’s restaurant – the one on 72nd. She was going on about finally having live music in the joint; I saw your CV.”

“I didn’t apply as a musician.” You shouted somewhat panickily. You cleared your throat before correcting yourself. “I mean, I just...I was just looking for a job as a server.”

He squinted his eyes at you before responding. “Well, good luck trying to say no to my mum.”

“What are the chances of me getting drugged if I work at your mum’s restaurant?”

This surprised a bark of laugh from him. “Actually, your chances would be quite a bit lower.”

“I don’t know...” you said suspiciously. “Every time I’ve been with you, drinks have been drugged.”

He hummed as he squinted his eyes. “Hazard of the trade.”

“And what trade is that?”

“Crime.” He said simply. You chuckled, but as you looked back up at the man, you noticed he wasn’t laughing.

“Oh, you’re serious?” You commented.

The corner of his mouth seemed to quirk at your word choice, but he offered you one quick nod.

“But...you’re the kind of criminal to have your drinks drugged and to stop other people from getting drugged?”

He moved his head side-to-side as if to say sort of.

“And you’re telling me this...because?”

“Because” he said as he seemed to square himself, “you ought to know that before you accept the position.” 

The Man stood and left some bills on the table. “Are you safe to get home on your own?”

Still reeling from this whole ordeal, you nodded dumbly at him. He offered you a soft smile.

“Take it easy, Y/N.” He said as he left through the emergency exit.

It was only at his use of your name that you realized you still haven't caught his.

Remus was kicking himself. He should have just asked if you were okay and went about business as usual. He shouldn’t have sat with you, he shouldn’t have confessed about his mother’s restaurant, and he definitely shouldn’t have told you about the nature of his career. But he couldn’t let you walk into that interview without knowing what you were potentially getting yourself into.

And what would have happened if you had taken the job and then seen him there? Then you really would have suspected him of stalking.

Well, Remus has technically stalked before, but not in like a stalkery way, you know? It was like...

It was surveillance! 

Fuck, he was grasping at straws.

It just seemed like the world was hell bent on shoving you in Remus’ path. And when Remus first met you – he was insistent on keeping you away from him, from this.

But you just had to drop your resume off at his family’s restaurant.

And you just had to get picked up by a human trafficking sociopath. 

So, if you were going to insist on walking this dangerous line Remus calls life, you might as well know where the line is.

He didn’t know what he was more worried about: that you’d take his warning or that you wouldn’t. 

Continue to part four here.

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[sunflowerabyss]

Jealousy

Pairings: Older!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, age gap (reader is in her twenties)

A/N: Here is another little one-shot based off this request: "can you write reader confessing her admiration towards lupin and being rejected and as a result, she focuses on other boys and it enrages remus?"

Find that story here: The Art of Understanding

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The dimly lit room in Grimmauld Place was filled with an air of tension as the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered for their latest meeting. Remus Lupin, wearing a wearied expression, sat near the fireplace, lost in his own thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, a young witch named Y/N sat nervously on the edge of her seat, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

After the meeting concluded, Y/N mustered the courage to approach Remus. "Um, Remus?" she stammered, catching his attention.

He turned to her, his tired eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Y/N?"

She took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting. "I've been meaning to tell you something. I, uh, I've admired you for a long time. Your wisdom, your strength—it's really something."

Remus raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Well, I appreciate your kind words, Y/N. But...I'm not the right person for you. I'm too old, too damaged. You deserve someone who can offer you a future without the burden of the past."

Y/N felt her heart sink as the weight of Remus's words settled in. "I… I understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As the days passed, Y/N tried to move on, to divert her attention to other members of the Order. She found herself drawn to the charismatic and rebellious Sirius Black, whose charm and wit seemed to distract her from the rejection she had experienced. In the midst of their laughter and camaraderie, Remus couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Y/N's attention.

One evening, as Y/N and Sirius shared a lighthearted moment in the kitchen, Remus entered the room, his gaze involuntarily fixating on the scene before him. The laughter that had once been reserved for him now echoed in the room with Sirius.

A pang of jealousy and regret surged through Remus as he watched Y/N and Sirius, his heart conflicting with a mixture of emotions. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight.

Sirius noticed Remus's presence and shot him a mischievous grin. "Hey, Remus, care to join us?"

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Remus's for a fleeting moment. His expression was unreadable, a storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes. "I think I'll pass," he replied tersely, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Y/N sighed, torn between the comfort Sirius offered and the unresolved tension with Remus. Little did she know, Remus Lupin, the man who had rejected her, was now grappling with the realization that perhaps he had made a mistake.

In the following days, Remus found himself unable to shake the turmoil in his heart. He couldn't ignore the growing realization that he might have been too hasty in dismissing any possibility with Y/N. A nagging voice in his mind urged him to confront his feelings and perhaps rectify the situation.

One evening, Sirius found Remus alone in the library, his eyes fixed on a book but clearly lost in thought. Sensing the tension radiating from his friend, Sirius took a seat across from him.

"Remus, what's going on?" Sirius asked, a furrow forming on his brow.

Remus sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. "It's complicated, Sirius. I think I made a mistake with Y/N. I pushed her away when maybe I shouldn't have."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, studying Remus carefully. "You mean you like her?"

Remus hesitated before nodding. "Yes, but I told her I'm not the right person for her. I said I'm too damaged. And too old."

Sirius chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you're right about being old." Remus felt an upward tug on his lips. "Mate, I don't think she sees you that way. I mean, I've been spending time with her, and it's pretty clear she's just trying to move on. She values you, Remus."

A mix of relief and regret washed over Remus. "I need to talk to her, set things straight."

Sirius grinned. "That's the spirit! Go talk to her. Clear the air. Trust me; it'll be better for both of you."

Taking Sirius's advice, Remus sought out Y/N the next day. The tension between them was palpable as he approached her, both unsure of what to say. Y/N looked up from her book, meeting Remus's gaze with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Remus asked, his voice soft.

She nodded, setting aside her book as they found a quiet corner in the Order's headquarters. The air felt heavy with unspoken words as Remus took a deep breath, preparing to lay bare his feelings.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I am too old for you, too damaged," he admitted, his eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding. "But I think I may have been too quick to dismiss any chance between us," Remus admitted, his eyes falling to look at his worn-down shoes.

Y/N sighed, a mix of emotions crossing her face. "Remus, you made it clear that I deserve someone without the burden of the past. I can't change that."

Remus reached out, gently taking her hand. "But I've been thinking. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe we could figure things out together. I care about you, Y/N."

A flicker of surprise and hope flashed in her eyes. "You mean that?"

He nodded. "I do."

Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, and she squeezed his hand. "I appreciate your honesty, Remus."

As they continued to talk, the weight of the unspoken tension lifted, replaced by a newfound understanding. In the end, they found themselves drawn to each other, the initial angst giving way to a sense of warmth and connection. As they stood in the quiet corridor, Remus couldn't resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft and tentative kiss, sealing the beginning of a new chapter for them both.

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[petitemistletoe]

Hate

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Regulus Black

Warnings: smut, some homophobia (sorry)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Please request more from the marauders era please!!

“He’s staring at you again,” you commented, barely looking up from your book as you adjusted your position so your head was sat more comfortably in your boyfriend’s lap. James stared down at you and sighed. 

“He doesn’t stare at me. He’s probably staring at you.”

“I’ve seen his eyes follow you, James. It’s not me he stares at.” You were talking about Regulus Black, who was also laying in the grass on the other side of the courtyard and pretending to listen to whatever shit Barty Crouch was spewing. 

You noticed that Regulus would stare at James any time he saw him from Regulus’s first year at Hogwarts. You initially assumed it was because James was Sirius’s best friend and young Regulus would have done nearly anything to seek his older brother’s approval. Even when it became clear that Sirius was not going to give any such approval, Regulus continued to stare. You certainly couldn’t blame Reg, James was gorgeous. His sharp jawline, his easy laugh, his arms strong from Quidditch, his skin beautifully tanned from all the time he spent outside. And most of all his infectious kindness. Those were all the reasons you had fallen for him. But James couldn’t see it. Or wouldn’t. 

James was ready to rebut your statement when Remus and Sirius flopped down next to you on the grass. 

“What’ve you two been up to?” Peter asked, taking stock of the boys’ pink cheeks. You had almost forgot that Peter was there. He more often than not third wheeled you and James, saying it was far preferable to third wheeling Remus and Sirius. You suspected it was more so because James was far too polite to tell Peter to fuck off. 

“Took a walk,” Remus said at the same time as Sirius said, 

“Had a quickie by the lake.” 

You burst out laughing as Remus turned a deep shade of red and punched Sirius’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck happened to discretion?” Remus snapped.

“It’s alright, Remus. James and I had a quickie by the lake earlier today too,” you grinned. It was James’s turn to blush and he stammered, 

“You and Sirius are animals.”

You and Sirius laughed and high-fived. Your jovial attitude was apparently ill received as the younger Black stood from his patch of grass and stalked over to you all. Sirius immediately shot to his feet, as did Remus to hold him back. 

“What the fuck do you want, Regulus?” Sirius asked coldly, his head held high in order to look down on his younger brother. The sun seemed to glint off of Regulus’s sharp cheekbones as he sneered, 

“I’ve heard a rumor about you, Sirius.”

“I’ve heard one about you.” Sirius said, his eyes flashing dangerously. You and James were on your feet now too, anticipating the incoming storm that could only occur between Regulus and Sirius Black 

“I’ve heard things about you and Lupin.” Regulus said, narrowing his eyes as he looked Remus up and down. 

“What kind of things?” Remus asked, his hand still firm against Sirius’s chest. 

“I’ve heard you two are in a relationship.” Regulus hissed. 

“We are.” Sirius said simply, grabbing Remus’s face and kissing him deeply. Regulus looked gobsmacked. 

“You-you’re going to hell!” Regulus stammered. 

“I heard you’re a death eater,” Sirius said, grabbing Regulus’s arm quickly and tearing his sleeve up to reveal the dark mark, “so I guess I’ll see you there.” 

Sirius then turned cooly on his heel and stalked back towards the castle, hand firmly in Remus’s. You all followed, you turned back only once to see that Regulus was glowering at you and James. 

“He’s staring at you again.” You nudged James. You were at dinner this time, two days later and James was still upset about the situation with Sirius and Regulus. 

“I just don’t get how he could say that to you!” James was saying to Sirius. “It’s just…it’s so intolerant! So homophobic! It’s terrible!” 

“He’s Regulus. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Honestly went better than I thought. Thought he was gonna hex me or something,” Sirius said with a shrug. 

“Yeah Prongs, newsflash. People are homophobic.” Remus clearly wasn’t torn up about it either.

“James! He’s staring at you again.” You repeated, tugging on James’s sleeve. James turned to look at Regulus. Sure enough he was staring and once James looked over, Regulus blushed and dropped his head. 

“Just forget about him.” Sirius suggested, “We have.”

James couldn’t let it go. You and him were on a late night walk, trying to find some place in the castle you could hook up in. Sirius and Remus had claimed the dorm room and exiled Peter to the common room. Marlene had Yaz in the girl’s room and Lily would have had your head if you had even tried to bring James there. He was still stewing as you walked. 

“Regulus is just so awful to Sirius. And he knows better. He should know better. I just hate him so much and I’d honest to god kill him if I knew that Sirius wouldn’t be a little cross with me about it.” James was ranting. You had finally found a classroom that wasn’t locked and you pulled James into it. 

“James, baby, please. Stop talking about Regulus. God, I almost feel like you want him more than you want me.” You said with an eye roll. 

“What?”

“You haven’t stopped talking about for two entire days. You honestly sound like you want to hate fuck him.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” James looked appalled. 

“Just saying. Hate and love are really close emotions. It makes sense that you would be a little confused about it.”

“Confused? What the fuck could you mean?”

“James. Haven’t you noticed that the entire time you ranted about Regulus you’ve gotten harder and harder?” You looked down at James’s pants which were practically tented with how strong James’s erection was. James was surprised at this and shook his head.

“Channel this energy,” you said, holding his face in your hands, “and fuck me really really hard.” You smashed your lips against his. He resisted at first before giving and and kissing you back. It was toothy and intense and you think James might have bit you a few times but it was delicious and it was different. Your clothes were coming off and were being thrown in every direction. James had you backed onto a desk as he was fumbling with his belt buckle, his lips still on yours when you heard the door to the classroom creak open. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, crossing your arms over your chest and turned to see who had spoiled your fun. When you saw it, you couldn’t help but giggle. 

It was Regulus Black. 

“What the fuck do you want?” James barked, pulling his belt out of the loops and unzipping his pants. You were a little confused as to why he wasn’t stopping but you weren’t any less turned on. 

“I’m,” Regulus had to clear his throat, “I’m doing prefect rounds. I ought to give you a detention. What are you even doing?” Regulus was walking slowly towards James. 

“Hi Reg,” you said, leaning up on your elbows so Regulus could see you. Regulus froze in place when he saw you and scowled. 

“Oh, a hundred points from Gryffindor.” He hissed. 

“You have no authority to do that and you know it.” James growled. 

“Come on Reg, we’re just having a little fun.” You said with a light shrug. 

“Shut the fuck you stupid halfblood.” Regulus snapped. 

“That’s it. Perfectus totalus.” James pointed his wand at Regulus. Regulus went rigid and dropped to the ground. James maneuvered Regulus with his wand so Regulus was sitting in a chair facing the desk you were laid on.

“I’m tired,” James said, raking a hand through his messy hair, “of your bullshit. I know you’re in love with me, Reg. Everyone has noticed you staring at me. But you’re a piece of shit and awful to my best friend and my girlfriend so now you’re going to watch me fuck her brains out.” 

You got even wetter at that. James turned back to you and attacked your neck, leaving large teeth impressions around your neck and clavicle. He pushed two fingers into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. You kept your eyes open and on Regulus. He was staring at you with a mix of hate and lust, his pupils blown and his fists balled. The hex seemed to be wearing off but he made no indication that he was going to move from his seat. James added another finger inside you and curved them so they brushed against your g-spot. You moaned again, grasping James’s wrist and fucking yourself on his fingers. James was moaning with you, obviously extra turned on by the situation. He pressed his thumb against your clit and began moving it in quick small circles and you came, moaning James’s name and carding your fingers in his hair. He kissed you again before taking his cock out and helping you off the desk. He turned so he was facing Regulus and pushed your head down towards his cock. You took the hint and started to suck him off, relaxing your jaw and gently massaging his balls with your free hand. You looked up at him but James’s eyes were fixated on Regulus. James had his hand on the back of your head and he pushed your head suddenly against him. Your gag reflect instantly activated and you were gagging and spitting around him but you noticed that James barely seemed to care and then you heard Regulus moan. James released you and you fell backwards, breathing heavily and looked between the two boys. You were right. They did need to hate fuck but you had a feeling that wouldn’t happen tonight. Tonight, James wanted to punish Regulus. Make him a voyeur. 

James grabbed your arm roughly and pushed you back onto the desk. He kissed you deeply and you could tell he felt a little bad about how rough he was being but one quick finger to your pussy and he would have seen that all it did was make you wetter. James pushed inside you. You moaned loudly, locking eyes with Regulus. Regulus’s erection was straining against his pants and his nails were digging into his palms. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“He’s so big, Regulus,” you whispered as James fucked you. You were getting close and so was James. His thrusts were getting sloppier and his breath was heavy on your neck. 

“He feels so good, Reg,” you said again.

“Shut up,” Regulus said through clenched teeth. That got James’s attention as his head snapped up and looked back at Regulus. You came around James’ cock, moaning loudly and raking your nails down James’s back. James pulled out of you before he came and stared hard at Regulus.

“Come here,” he said, practically vibrating with rage, “and suck my girlfriend’s juices off my cock.”

You could only stare at Regulus as he stood on shaky legs and walked over to James. He fell to his knees and stared up at James with wide eyes before taking James in his mouth. James’s eyes shut and he carded his fingers in Regulus’s hair before pushing Regulus’s head down on his cock roughly. Regulus’s eyes shot open in surprise and he gagged, his fingers pressing bruises into James’s thighs. 

“Don’t stop, I’m going to cum.” James commanded. Regulus’s eyes were tearing up but he was nodding and opening his mouth even wider for James. James came and Regulus was caught by surprise swallowing some of it but backing away too quickly so his face and hair were coated the remainder of James’s cum. 

Everyone took a moment just to steady their breathing before James looked down at Regulus and said in the coldest voice you had ever heard from him, 

“Don’t you ever call my girlfriend a dirty half blood or tell my best friend he’s going to hell again. Now get out of my sight.”

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[masivechaos]

CAN YOU STAY?

sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: You're the first person Sirius thought about when he had to escape from his family

Warning/content: injuries, blood, bruises, crying, abusive family, fluff with heavy subjects yk?, first kiss, food burning and smoke (not from smoking cigarettes from the burning food lol), quick proofreading cuz i'm lazy, my English

a.n.: 1.5k words - i don't know how to think about it, it's more to get me back into writing &lt;3

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“Y/n?” you heard a whisper of your name. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes with your hands tiredly, you let them adapt to the dark environment and finally saw a shadow in front of you, the cons of sleeping with your window open.

You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out who could it be “Sirius?” you asked, confused to see him in your room when you were on summer break. As you got up your remembered he was supposed to be in his own house, with his parents.

Worried, you came by his side, cupping his face between your hands “What’s wrong?” Sirius could only let out a sob, wrapping his arms around you, resting his cheek at the top of your head and letting the tears fall from his eyes to your hair.

His silence alarmed you more than anything, you gently pulled away and could only remark the way he winced when you touched his chest “Sirius…” you took a closer look at his face, and saw the blood at the corner of his mouth. You gasped, your finger tracing a big scratch on his cheek.

You gave him time to speak “I tried to talk to them… I really did” he broke down into tears and you felt your heart shatter inside your chest. Sirius was the type to let other people see when something was wrong, you wonder how hard what he went through was to accept to let you see him this weak.

You had to take a deep breath and you were worried to cry in front of him, you couldn’t right now you had to be strong for him like he always did for you. “What did they do to you?” you felt tears on the verge of your eyes and hoped really really hard they wouldn’t fall.

Sirius didn’t say anything and just looked at you with a sad smile “We need to get you clean up” you tried to hide the trembling of your voice as you spoke, as carefully as you could brushing a strand of hair out of Sirius’ face.

“But- What about your parents?” You were in the middle of the night and he didn’t want the noise to wake them up. But to be honest he was more worried about them finding him covered in bruises and wounds and asking themselves what kind of friend he was to their daughter.

You looked at him as if he said the most stupid thing ever “They don’t care, we have a bigger problem” you pointed at his blood-stained shirt, not wanting to know what it was hiding.

You took his hand in yours and dragged him to your bathroom, making him sit down on the toilet “Sirius…” you looked down at him and had to stop yourself from screaming as you saw him under the light.

He looked miserable, he had a scratch on his cheek and looked like he had been punched. And he seemed so so exhausted and tired.

Your hands came to the top button of his shirt “Can I take this off?” Sirius nodded, looking absently at the tilled wall in front of him. Carefully, you took off his white shirt, staring at the biggest bloodstain.

The clothe fell off and you could see the extent of the damage. With watering eyes, you searched for what you needed to clean him. “It’s going to sting a bit I’m sorry” Sirius didn’t even reacted, he just spaced out.

It’s in a heavy silence that you cleaned and disinfected his wounds, you tried to be as gentle as possible but Sirius still winced every time the cotton disk met his skin.

“It’s over” you murmured, observing he was tired and was almost falling asleep in your bathroom. You guided him to your bedroom, letting him steady himself on you as you both walked.

He laid down on your bed, exhausted, you sat next to him and grabbed his hand, stroking his skin with your thumb “ Are you okay?” 

“Better now” you brushed his hair out of his face and leaned in to leave a small kiss to his forehead, he could feel warmth embrace his entire face. You got up, you were going to sleep on the couch to let him rest “Can you stay? Please?”

You stopped. You couldn’t resist and slipped under the cover next to him, he got closer to you, resting his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist “Thank you so much” Sirius’ voice quivered as he buried his head in your neck, crying silently.

There was a question that was burning your mouth since the beginning “W-why did you came here?” you hated how you made it sound, it sound like you were reaproching him to find safety by your side.

Sirius lifted his head, confused “I- I mean- I thought you would prefer going to James’” which was true, you didn’t get why he didn’t make his way to the Potter’s house, his best friend and almost brother, especially since it was closer to the Black’s mansion than yours was.

Sirius offered you a soft smile “You’re the first person I thought about when I told myself I needed to be safe. Not James or Remus or whoever, you” if you were able to keep your tears before, you were crying now. Your hand came behind his head, pushing his face in the crook of your neck, keeping him as close as you could.

“Thank you for trusting me. I love you Sirius, I really do. I couldn’t handle seeing you hurt again” Sirius was crying as much as you were, he never needed more to hear someone loved him, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he had a brush with death tonight.

“I love you too” he didn’t know if you said it romantically or not, he wished you did, but he couldn’t care right now. He hoped you knew how much you meant to him, you were his everything, and he was glad he was able to finally find peace by your side.

Sirius quickly drifted away, clutching at you for the rest of the night. When you woke up the boy was still asleep next to you, you looked down at him, loving how peaceful he looked compared to a few hours ago, the bruises were still visible on his chest but they were less swollen, you were glad he was less in pain.

Carefully, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to make breakfast before Sirius would wake up. On the counter you saw a paper note of your parents telling you they wouldn’t be home soon, they wanted to spend the day doing second-hand goods in the neighbouring villages.

It’s relaxed that you started cooking scrambled eggs, but unfortunately it didn’t last long. Soon a scream resonated in the house, you rushed to your room and found there a panting and sweating Sirius “What’s wrong?” you asked panicked as you sat next to him, quickly pulling him into a tight hug.

Sirius couldn’t help but cry “I woke up alone, I was so scared. Thought I was back there” he murmured in your neck, truly panicked.

“I’m so sorry” you apologized again and again until Sirius was calmed down. “I made breakfast” as you said this, you realised how your eggs are probably burning down the kitchen. “Oh shit”

You rushed down the stairs, wiggling your hand in front of you to make your way through the dark smoke, Sirius following you behind. When everything was secured he rested his hand on your shoulder “I’m sorry it’s my fault”

You turned around, pressing your finger on his chest, making sure he wasn’t injured there “Hey! Don’t you dare thinking it’s your fault. I would burn a thousands eggs for you, okay?” you tone was firm and convincing enough that Sirius knew he could never apologize for this again.

“Okay” he chuckled. He looked around, the smoke leaving the room by the window. He glanced at the box of eggs, there were four left “Let’s make breakfast!”

In this moment, his family was the least thing in his mind. All he was thinking was making the best scrambled eggs you ever had, hoping it could make you forget the burned ones.

He started to cook and felt your stare on him “What?” he asked with a smile. You hated that you found him so boyfriend, cooking shirtless in your kitchen when you weren’t even together, you didn’t even know if he liked you.

But this time you let your intrusive thoughts win, leaning forward to capture his lips in a long kiss you didn’t want to break until he was pulling away. But for you delight he didn’t wait before kissing you back.

“Woah,” he said when he broke the embrace. You felt your entire face turning hot, regretting your move for a second, fortunately, Sirius reassured you quickly “You have the best way to make my life better” he said before kissing you again.

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Lattes and love {R.J.L}

summary: You're new to town and the nearest coffee shop has a very cute barista.

warnings: 3.1k words, nothing rly :p just fluff

authors note: I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE SORRY!!! this is gonna be a series i think^^ send me requests!

The days start melding together after a while, the whir of the espresso machine always playing at the back of his head at this point. Nothing is interesting in Remus’ days anymore, sometimes a customer will yell at him for not having a specific pastry in stock, but he has thick skin. It’s just a continuous cycle, but he likes it like that. The familiarity is nice. But when you come in one day, all smiley despite the early hour of the day, yes he works the morning shift. What about it?

He stares from behind the counter watching you carefully. You make your way to the cash register and say your order to his coworker. You ordered a matcha latte, iced, with almond milk. His brain takes a second to process what's being asked of him, but he gets it soon enough. His hands moved gracefully from one area to the next, already having the instructions to make your drink etched into his brain. His mind was elsewhere, who were you? Did you just move to town? He's never seen you before, and believe that he would've remembered a girl like you. The green drink sits in his hand, the condensation from the plastic cup dripping down his hand, but he couldn't care less, his mind wandering as to who you were. He calls out your name from the cup.

"Hey! That's me," you say walking to the counter, an easy smile splayed on your lips. As you take your drink from his hands, the unthinkable happens. His fingers brush yours. "Thank you!" you hurry back to your laptop, afraid someone might swipe it off your table.

Did that actually happen? He stares at where your skin met his, the tiniest hint of a flush rising up his neck and to his cheeks. As soon as his coworker calls his attention once more with a new drink to make, does he snap out of his temporary trance.

Your fingers sit unmoving atop your laptop's keyboard. That damn barista. His damn freckles, damn fluffy hair, damn scarred hands, damn everything. He's completely taken over your mind, and you hate him for it. Maybe hate is a strong word, he is unbelievably attractive, so how could you hate someone as pretty as him? You try your best to ogle at him discreetly, but anyone who's looking for it will find you completely in awe of him. Maybe you should just go up to him and say hi, what could go wrong? A lot you realize as you think of the possible outcomes, so maybe not that. He could find you incredibly creepy, he could be in a relationship already, or he could just not find you attractive. That last one might be the worst of them.

You leave the small coffee shop unsatisfied and behind on your chapter. You went there to read and work, and all you could think about was that silly barista. You didn't even know his name! Silly, stupid boy. Your walk to your new apartment is quiet other than the sound of the city keeping you company. Your apartment isn't the biggest, but it's the best you could do on your salary as a writer. I mean, everything works so far, so who are you to complain? You moved in a week ago and still, your furniture is yet to arrive, so you're stuck with your futon and an air mattress, except for the small trinkets and appliances that you brought with you on your solo roadtrip. You land with a thud on your temporary bed, having changed out of your outside clothes. Maybe you should go to the little shop everyday till he falls in love with you. You laugh at the thought burrowing yourself deeper into your comforter and promptly drifting off.

The next day, you take a deep breath and walk out the door of your building ready to never see the cute barista ever again, maybe that was his last day? It was not, as he was there once again standing behind the counter looking as handsome as ever. Unfortunately for you he's behind the register today, so you'd have to talk to him.

"Hi!" you say to your mystery man, "May I have a, uhm, an iced dirty matcha latte? With almond milk, please?" you end your sentence with a simple smile. He notices.

"Mhm. anything else?" he smiles back, a crooked, lazy grin. Your heart rate picks up a tiny bit.

"Hm, what would you suggest? What's your favorite pastry here?" you ask, trying your hardest to not stumble over your words.

He thinks for a moment before saying, "Probably the chocolate chip muffin,"

"Okay, I'll have that then," you respond. He tells you your total and you pay in cash.

"And this order is for?" he asks. You tell him your name. He repeats it in a whisper to himself, like he hadn't called it out the day before. "I'll call you up when your order is ready," he says easily, voice smooth.

"Thank you..." you trail off, silently asking for his name. Wow, look at you go, you flirt.

"Remus, my name is Remus." he replies, leaning on his arm propped up on the counter.

"Thank you, Remus" you end the short conversation and walk away hot in the face, with your palms sweating. He's just a person, why are you so nervous?

He makes your drink immediately, leaving someone to tend to the register while he sets about his mission to make the best goddamn latte you've ever tasted. Why does he even want to impress you so badly? He would rather not dwell on that thought, so he doesn't and puts all his energy into making this silly drink. He completes it eventually, and even warms your muffin. Sure, you didn't ask for it, but he's being...friendly to the new girl, right? Last minute, before he forgets, he scribbles a silly drawing on the side of your cup. It's stupid, really, it's a drawing of a stick woman with hair similar to yours with a book he saw you holding and an arrow pointing to you labeled "you :]". What can he say, he knows how to impress a gal. He calls out your name once again and watches you practically leap out of your seat and rush over to where he is.

"For you," he gives a smile matching the one he scribbled on.

"Thank you!" you say cheerily, stabbing a straw through the top and mixing it. Taking a long sip, you watch as he stands almost nervously waiting for your reaction.

"Wow, this is pretty good," you compliment him. You saw him rush to make it, but maybe he just really likes making these drinks?

"Glad to hear," he replies, waiting for you to notice his, dare he say it, adorable drawing. You nod turning the cup once you see him looking at it in your hands. Your eyes light up just the tiniest amount once you spot it.

"It's like looking in a mirror," you look up at him, a little giddy he took the time to draw this, as simple as it is.

"I'm a great artist, as you can see," he scratches his neck, cocking his head a little.

"It's lovely" you hold your hand over your heart,"Thank you, Remus."

"Anytime, lovely" he smiles back as you walk away with a smile and your muffin. He tries to sneak looks at you his whole shift, most attempts being successful, apart from the time he caught some old guy's stare. He watches as you pack up and leave. Hopefully he'll make friends with you. Hopefully something more.

The days pass by and Remus only makes it better. Your banter, and borderline flirting, have a small brightness to your day, just the thought of your anticipated jokes with him make your heart beat even a little bit faster. You walk in that one Sunday morning to order your dirty matcha to start your day with a pep in your step from the progress you've managed on your current novel. You started a new coming of age story with the main character working in a bookshop meeting this cute boy and forming an unexpected friendship, maybe even something more.

"Hi Remus." you greet him with a tightlipped smile.

"Hey! I'm just about to go on my break, what did you want?" he shoots an easy smiles back.

"Oh..I'll just have a dirt-" he cuts you off.

"A dirty matcha, got it" he nods chuckling a little. Your cheeks heat a little.

"Yeah, the usual." you nod emphatically, playing with your fingers. You're a little disappointed at your arrival being at the same time as his break, leaving little time to ogle at him from your seat. He notices your disappointment.

"How bout I, uh, I take my break with-with you?" he looks at you from under the floppy brown mess that is his hair that is in need of a haircut.

"I'd really like that," you answer him, lighting up the tiniest bit. You walk to an empty table, flustered, he just does something to you. You settle down, putting your stuff on the chair beside you. You watch as he walks to the back and take his apron off before he disappears into the room. Your palms are a tiny bit clammy and you nervously fiddling and fixing your hair, why are you so nervous? He's just a new friend in a new city with new experiences. And maybe you have the tiniest crush on him, so what? It'll fade in no time, besides he probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Probably not even attracted to you! So many possibilities that can be true. You're so consumed with your anxieties that you don't notice him standing at your table.

"May I sit?" he asks with a furrowed brow, slightly concerned with your blank, wide-eyed stare at the wood grain. That seems to snap you out of it though.

"Wha-oh! Yes, of course!" Maybe you said this a little too enthusiastically, what happened to being the cool mysterious girl from a strange town? Who cares at this point, you've had enough embarrassment in this shop already. He takes his seat across from you. He looks like he wants to say something, but doesn't look so confident in his statement. He gets through his internal battle eventually.

"Can I have your, uh, social media? Or your number, or any sort of communication." he ends it with an embarrassed chuckle. You honestly though he'd never ask, you've been friendly for how many days and he still hasn't asked you for anything, you were starting to think he didn't actually enjoy your company.

"Of course, give me your phone," your outstretched hand meets his cracked phone. You shoot him a look at the sight of the screen to which he shrugs.

"I'm clumsy," he explains. You roll your eyes and type your number into his phone, then your social medias, and maybe snap a selfie to add to your contact. He grabs his phone back to type something unknown to and unknown person. Your phone vibrates in your bag.

xxx-xxxx-xxxx

do u wanna hang out outside of my workplace???

You chew on your thumb, looking back up at him. He shoots you back a smile similar to a square bracket. You type back,

:]

yes ^_^

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The bookstore he took you to is quaint and you love it. He texted you after his shift to meet him outside the coffee shop that Sunday afternoon so you two could walk there together. He said that this shop was run by an old married couple who have a mutual love for books. True to his statement, the only employees there are Martha and Clyde, said married couple. The place is decorated with pre-loved furniture and plants nurtured with care. You fall immediately in love with this place. You look up at him with an excited expression, morphing his to match yours. You grab his hand and drag him through the aisles to find the romance section, ever the romantic.

"Do you read romance?" you ask him while browsing the rows of books for something that will catch your eye.

"I've read a couple," he says absentmindedly, also surveying the collection of books that sit on the shelves in front of him.

"Hm, this one about rivals who fall in love," you hold up a book with green edges and a blue cover, "or this one where they're both dying?" you hold one up with a white cover and purple lettering.

"Both sound interesting," he takes them from you to analyze further "just get both." he decides

"Remus, I'm going to go broke if I get both," you're over exaggerating, of course, but you really don't need two new books when your unread book pile is already growing rapidly.

"Then I'll buy it for you" he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows in an unspoken question. Do you want me to?

"I can't possibly let you!" you throw your arms up. Why would he want to anyways? "Don't feel like you have to, I'll just get the one about the rivals." you make your decision walking down the narrow aisle, taking the your chosen book from his hands.

"Fine," he shakes his head, further messing up his hair and follows you out. He makes you stop by the science fiction section so he can browse too.

"You getting anything?" you ask him, standing behind him and fiddling with the hem of your skirt while he crouches to reach the very bottom of the shelf.

"Maybe..here!" his burst surprises you "I can't believe they have it!" he looks up at you with his mouth open and eyes bright.

"What book?" you crouch down to reach his level.

"It's a story I used to read as a kid, it's about this guy who turns into a monster sometimes," he looks at the back confirming that it's the book he's looking for. "I accidentally dropped it in a lake one summer and haven't been able to find it ever since, but now.." he turns to you, displaying the book in his hands. "I found it."

"I'm so glad," you warm a little. it's sweet he's so excited about this. His excitement makes you excited for him. "Can we check out now? My feet are killing me in these heels, let's grab food and you can tell me about the series." you take his hand once more to navigate where the cash register is.

Checked out and satisfied, you look for the nearest restaurant that won't drain your wallets. There's a small brunch place that looks cheap enough to satisfy your bank accounts and yummy enough to satisfy your tastebuds. He gets you a table for two and soon you're settled in a cute window booth with milkshakes and food. He goes on and on about this story and why the main character is so cool, and yet it doesn't seem to bother you at all. You even find it endearing how he's so passionate about this.

"So that's why-oh am I boring you? Sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that," he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, a pink flush tinting his cheeks ever so slightly. It's cute, he's cute.

"I don't mind, it's nice hearing about it." you say to him.

"What's your favorite book then?" he asks taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake. Now it was your turn to ramble. He watches you with careful eyes as you talk about how simple details mean so much more than what they seem. He loves you like this, all sucked into the fictional universe. It's cute, you're cute.

You two stay there for a while, talking about books and different interesting experiences that has happened in your life. By the end of it he has you laughing your ass off and a smile permanently stuck on your face, how do people find friends like his? You finally decide to pay and leave after an unknown amount of time, who even keeps track these days?

"I told James it was a stupid idea!" he laughs along with you.

"And he just did it anyways?" you giggle.

"Yes! That fucker never listens to me then whines about how he regrets it after," he shakes his head in fondness. He's so content right here, right now, sharing little stories back and forth, just getting to know each other. He never wants this to end. You're so interesting! Why would he ever want to stop talking to you?

"Oh my god! It's 7pm," you realize the time when you check your watch for the first time in a while.

"Is it really?" he asks and you confirm by showing your watch. He has work early tomorrow and he has grad school works to finish. "I have work early tomorrow, will I see you there?" he's hopeful that he'll get to see you and stare.

"Oh..maybe not, I have furniture to buy and assemble." your shoulders slouch in dissatisfaction. Why did you have to plan that on that day? "Will you be there the next day?"

"No," he drags it out slouching with you. "I have a pretty big presentation that day," you stare at each other, both disappointed at the fact you won't see each other for a while. You two get the check, pay, and walk out.

"I guess I'll see you next week" he smiles, in the lamp post lighting he looks ethereal, the shadow of his hair falling over his face. The shadow grows as he looks down to rummage through his pocket for a cigarette. He holds it in between his lips and lights it.

"You smoke?" your eyebrows furrow, tiny wrinkles forming on your forehead. He wants to rub them away.

"Unfortunately," he sighs and smoke follows out and into the night air.

"You can get cancer from that y'know." your lips purse.

"As I've been told." he laughs, looking down at you with a grin blessing his face.

"Put it out! I don't want you to die!" you scold him like he's a child and you're his irritated mother.

"Fine!" he drops it and stomps it out. After he's thrown it out, ever the environmentalist, he returns back to you under a lamp staring at him as he makes his way back to you.

"See you next week." he brings you in for a hug. That catches you off guard, frozen in place, but you relax into it. He smells of sandalwood and coffee. It's relaxing.

"See you" you respond in a meek voice. You're in a little too deep

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