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ellecdc · 23 days

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Hey elle :)

requesting poly!marauders x reader (or any of them individually if you prefer) where they're at some sort of big event with cameras and press, and she feels a bit overwhelmed but sticking with the boys helps her relax? especially once they're inside the event and past all the craziness it's quite enjoyable

love ALL your writing! and feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you'd enjoy writing, all my love <3

hi sweets! thanks for your request - I opted to go wolfstar if that's alright? thanks for being here with me 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader modern band AU

CW: references to alcohol, weed, someone being 'good in bed'

You think it might have been the fifty-seventh time that your name was shouted that did you in. All of the noise turned into a steady hum and barely registered in your ears anymore.

You weren’t even quite sure why you were here. One minute you were playing in a garage band with your college friends in shitty pubs near campus, the next thing you know, you were on the red carpet at the fucking Vanity Fair Oscar’s After Party.

Though you biasedly agreed that your band was indeed quite good, you weren’t so sure that it earned you, Marlene, Sirius, James, and Remus VIP invitations to such an event. You were watching the likes of Margot Robbie, Issa Rae, Paris Hilton and other A-List celebs walk past you and Jesus Fucking Christ was that a Kardashian?

“Y/N! Over here!” Another voice infiltrated your senses, and you were reminded of the many flashing lights pointing at you.

You weren’t invited to the Oscar’s and you weren’t even an actor; surely this event didn’t require your attendance?

But you couldn’t deny that James, and particularly Marlene and Sirius were thriving in their roles as rockstars. Admittedly, it was Sirius that made this all worth it for you.

You and Remus were more understated than the rest of the group – both here for the love of music and for the love of your friends and very little else. James, being a child of two celebrities, was very accustomed to events such as these, and Marlene and Sirius were both the absolute definition of rockstars; intense, bold, fun and vivacious. You knew exactly why the crowds loved them.

You couldn’t blame them either; it was what drew you and Remus to Sirius as well.

He had the ability to make every person in the room feel like they had 100% of his attention and devotion; he was here for you. No doubt when it was his turn on this carpet, each photographer and journalist currently standing in front of you had felt very the same way.

Your relationship with your two bandmates wasn’t public knowledge, though it was absolutely public speculation that something was up with you three.

You’d like to blame it on Sirius; he was always the least likely to control his urges to ogle you or Remus or indulge in lingering touches whether everyone was watching or not. But you also knew it was in part Marlene and James’ fault – both of whom were very public with their relationships to the band manager Dorcas Meadows and a well-known photographer Lily Evans, respectively.

And finally, it was a little bit your own faults, refusing to speak on your relationship status when your fellow bandmates were far more open.

But you liked having these boys to yourself without having to share them with the public; there was the version of them that the public got and then there was the version of them that you got, and you didn’t want the line between those versions to blur.

The unfortunate consequence of that decision was having to do some of this on your own.

This, being shouted at to ‘look this way!’, ‘over here!’ or ‘turn around for us’, the last one making you very uncomfortable because you were quite sure none of the boys were asked to turn around for the camera’s.

The band had taken their group photos and horrifyingly, you were all asked to pose separately as well.

If you’d wanted to be photographed alone, perhaps you would have gone into this industry alone and not with the support of a group.

Stop complaining, you chided yourself, do you know how many people dream of a moment like this?

You were finally thanked for your time and effectively dismissed as – fucking hell – Ariana Grande stepped onto the carpet to take your place.

Your personal assistant - because you had things like personal assistant’s now – met you behind the curtains of the carpet to hand you a bottle of water.

“Okay, now they just want a quick shot of you all at the Glambot and then you’re free to enter the event.” She explained hastily as she took the water bottle back and put it in her purse.

“Great.” You muttered, trying to give yourself a little pep talk as you began to make your way to the line for the Glambot. Your dress felt too tight, your heels too high, and the various stage lighting too hot, but you found that your heart rate began to drop dramatically when you saw the likes of your two boyfriends and James and Marlene already in line.

Sirius and James cheered as they saw you approaching, causing the few people who weren’t already looking in their direction to turn.

You were sure your cheeks had the majority of your blood flow by now, and silently hoped that your makeup didn’t completely melt off from the heat radiating there.

“There you are gorgeous!” Sirius called over as Marlene wolf whistled at you.

“You guys are horrid, you know that?” You muttered as you stepped into line with them and James threw a protective arm over your shoulder.

Sirius laughed like a good sport, though you noticed that his eyes were far more sincere than his somewhat performative smile.

“I think we all ought to stick together, huh dollface? I’ve grown entirely too codependent on you lot to last more than five minutes out of your vicinity.” He commented, throwing a wink over at Remus who offered him a fond eyeroll in return.

But both of you heard it for what he was really trying to say in front of all the reporters; “I missed you, thank you both for doing this, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“Yeah! What’s the fun of starting a band with your best friends when you have to do half of the fun stuff without them?!” Marlene agreed, gently nudging you with her elbow.

“My sentiments exactly.” You agreed.

By the time the group of you made it to the front of the Glambot line, Sirius and Marlene quickly stepped up to be the one’s talking to Cole Walliser and deciding on the group’s pose.

“Honestly, I know I was raised for this, but it’s like he was born for this.” James commented, leaning in to whisper to you and Remus.

“Never say that to him, his ego is already massive.” Remus responded, and though Sirius was in the middle of a sentence with Cole, his eyes darted over and he considered the three of you skeptically. He’d always said he had a sixth sense when it came to you and Remus, and it appeared he was right in that regard.

“I’m so sorry Cole, I think they’re talking smack. Oi! Are you guys taking the piss back there?” He said, throwing the three of you a cheeky smirk.

Marlene scoffed, adding “of course they are, Sirius.”

James quickly shook his head. “Nope! We were just talking about how good you look tonight, Pads, and how we can’t wait to take you back to the hotel and ravish you.”

Cole let out a hearty laugh and more camera’s flashed as the group of you chuckled.

“This is not helping with the rumours.” Remus muttered with a head shake, though his smile belittled any chagrin he may have been going for.

“Who said it was a rumour?” You joked, offering him a flirty wink.

The group of you had realized that playing into the rumours and joking about it was the best way to field questions and speculation. Somehow, it had grown to the point that there were theories that all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

“You guys are so funny.” Cole said, collecting himself from his laughter; you didn’t know if he truly meant that or if he was just doing his job as the lovely host, but you appreciated his encouragement, nonetheless.

The Glambot went well, you think. You hoped. You wouldn’t know until it was all over social media tomorrow so opted not to worry about it as the four of you migrated into the event space.

The event didn’t turn out half bad if you were honest. You got to eat and drink and chit-chat with some of the biggest celebrities of your time, you took an astronomical number of selfies, and danced the night away with your friends and boyfriends.

But if you were being super honest - the best part of the night was getting back to the hotel with Remus and Sirius.

Sirius was catching his breath like he’d run a marathon and you were sure his cheeks hurt from smiling so damn hard all night, but he was still riding his high as he fussed around the hotel room.

Remus looked just as delighted at Sirius’ obvious joy as you did but was nearly dead on his feet, exhaustion weighing down his movements as he all but melted into a wingback chair.

“Oi! What’re you doing, gorgeous? That’s my job.” Sirius chided as he swatted at your hands which were in the process of attempting (and failing) to undo the zipper of your dress.

You didn’t put up much of a fuss as he undid your dress and gently kissed your shoulders; massaging the skin and muscles along your back that the gown had been digging into.

You stepped out of the dress and caught the tshirt Remus had tossed to you before throwing it over your form and falling backwards haphazardly onto the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.” You moaned, relishing in the luxurious sensation of the downy duvet enveloping you in a hug.

You heard both boys chuckle through their nose as you felt someone - Sirius - start fiddling with the buckles of your shoes where your feet hung over the edge of the bed.

Sirius pressed a kiss to your knee as he stood and disposed of your shoes near your suitcase before moving to Remus.

Remus groaned petulantly and went no bones when Sirius tried to help him up. “No.”

“Rem. Get up.” Sirius chuckled.

“Go away.”

“Moons, you cannot sleep in a chair, and you cannot sleep in a tuxedo.”

“Watch me.”

“Leave him there to die, Siri.” You commiserated from your own place of death.

“Yeah. Leave me here to die, Siri.” Remus repeated sardonically. “Take care of our sweet girl, yeah? Tell her I love her.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and though Remus kept up the ruse of being ‘asleep’ - you felt your heart swell at the smile that adorned his lips at the sound of your laugh.

“You wanker.” Sirius chided lovingly through his own laughter as he pecked a kiss to your boyfriend’s head and started helping him strip from his place in the chair.

You must’ve drifted off momentarily, as by the time you opened your eyes next, Sirius had just convinced Remus to stand long enough to pull a pair of pajama bottoms up his legs as Remus rubbed at his eyes like a giant overtired toddler.

“How’d you end up falling in love with two eighty-something twenty-something-year-old’s, Sirius?” You asked sleepily from your place on the bed.

Remus chuckled as he sat back down in his chair by the sliding doors, opening it up to light a joint before bed.

“I have no clue, but I’m so glad they love me back.” Sirius said as he started to change out of his own formal attire.

You could tell that the night was starting to wear on him slightly, but there were still notes of excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins as he went about his bedtime routine.

“You’re phenomenal at this; you know that, right?” You commented, causing Sirius to pause what he was doing to look over at you, expression softening into something hopeful.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agreed readily. “The best, really.”

He quickly finished up what he was doing and hurried over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you.

“Thank you baby.” He said quietly, using one of his hands to rub absentmindedly on your thigh. “I couldn’t do it without you two.”

Remus scoffed as he made his way over to the bed, having locked up the sliding door and matching Sirius’ position from your otherside.

You both loved and hated when they did this; it felt as though they were ganging up on you, exposing all your feelings and flaws. But you also felt undeniably worshiped under their loving gazes.

“I think you’d do just fine without us there, love.” Remus spoke, gently squeezing Sirius’ hand before resting his hand on top of your sleep shirt over your ribs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Nope. Not a chance.” Sirius denied quickly.

“You were born for the stage, Sirius. For the flashing lights and cameras and talking.” You pressed.

“Only thing I was born to do was love the two of you.” He contended.

Remus breathed a laugh through his nose as you made a cooing sound.

“This just in,” Remus started, imitating a newscaster. “Renowned rockstar Sirius Black has gone soft.”

Sirius scoffed in faux contempt as he reached over to pinch Remus’ side.

“I am trying to thank you guys.” Sirius chided, his sarcastic smile turning soft as you and Remus relented and turned to face him. “I’m so grateful to have you guys by my side through all of this, I know it’s not really either of your things. And I know you’d both likely be just as happy if we called this all off tomorrow, but…”

He seemed to trail off as he looked over your forms towards the windows. “But….” You pressed, nudging him to continue.

“Don’t go shy on us now, Black.” Remus teased.

Sirius rolled his eyes but a smile broke out across his face. “But I’m so incredibly gone for both of you. I love you, I love this. All of it.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” You offered simply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and ignoring the stiffness in your joints.

Remus, never one to pass up on an opportunity to take the piss, rolled his eyes as he let his elbow fall to lay flat on his back beside you.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, I guess. You’re just lucky you’re both so good in bed, otherwise I’d have split up the band ages ago.”You started to cackle, overwhelmed with exhaustion, love, and probably some of the alcohol still in your system as Sirius threw himself onto Remus demanding he “take it back or so help him, God.”

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livinginshambles · 8 months

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Preview: If I could take it all back | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James' time to pine over you. After James rejected your feelings, and you promised to get over him during the summer break, he finds himself in the same position of unrequited love and wishes he could take his words back.

Notes: I suppose this could be read as a standalone without the short context of the first part :) No proofreading (yet), enjoy!

Also, am I supposed to tag you guys for previews? Because I'm not doing it, to avoid spamming you guys, but idk what you guys think works best.

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James plopped down on his bed in exhaustion after their first day back at Hogwarts and his mind wandered off to you.

What would your reaction be if he told you that he may fancy you. You probably wouldn’t take him seriously, he figured. And it’s not as if he actually fancied you, right? His mind was probably just confused because he, for the first time ever, wasn’t so preoccupied with Lily, and could instead acknowledge other girls too.

“Bloody hell, is it me, or was that ceremony more tedious than ever before?” Sirius complained after he too dropped down on his bed across the room.

“Just gets longer each year,” Remus groaned in dismay, stuffing his face in his pillow with a deep sigh.

“And that choir,” Peter chimed in. He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, the rest of the marauders dramatically joining in on complaining.

“And ignoring the toads, there was a bloke who kept making eyes at our Y/N,” Sirius huffed. James’ relaxed posture turned rigid, and he rolled over, so his eyes could snap towards Sirius. “What!? Who?”

“Calm down, Prongs,’ Remus was quick to shush him. “Sirius is exaggerating as usual.” A pillow was thrown his way. “Also, it wasn’t inappropriately making eyes at her or anything. He just smiled at her, that’s all.” Remus ducked the pillow.

“Yeah, and it was completely mutual, so it’s alright,” Peter decided to add his own observation of the incident in attempt to reassure James. His words seemed to have the opposite effect, although James tried to hide the way his heart plummeted. Mutual?

“True, she even blushed a little,” Remus seemed to recall. “You reckon she fancies him?” He wondered out loud and James huffed in annoyance. “That’s ridiculous, Y/N doesn’t fancy him,” he curtly replied. Peter shook his head. “But didn’t she say that she fancied someone last year?”

Remus’ eyes lingered on James, fully aware who she fancied, but opting to not throw that in the conversation.

“Well if she fancied anyone, it wouldn’t be that stupid git,” James stubbornly said. Sirius squinted his eyes at James before a shit eating grin appeared on his face. “Prongs…” he slowly began. “Do you fancy our Y/N?” Remus and Peter’s jaws fell slack, sitting up to stare at James.

James froze and his mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to deny Sirius’ accusation. “No, I don’t,” he defended himself. “I just know Y/N and I’m telling you, that guy is not her type,” he scoffed.

“Well to be fair, we don’t actually know her type, she hasn’t dated anyone before and refused to tell us about her crush.” Sirius poked. “Well, I do,” James snapped. There was a long awkward silence while the marauders raised their eyebrows at his tone, and then James cleared his throat. “I just mean that I’ve known her longest, so obviously I know her type,” he tried to explain.

“Right.” Sirius slowly drew out. Remus and Peter nodded their heads but not at all looking convinced. James dropped back down on his bed and let his mind wander off to you again. Oh, who was he lying to, of course he fancied you.

“So, lovely Y/N, what’s your type in regard to guys,” Sirius curiously asked you. James shot him an angry look that you couldn’t see as you were huddled against him, your back to his chest so that you two could fit on the armchair together.

“What, like personality or looks?” You tilted your head in question.

“Uh, both?” Sirius asked.

You hummed in thought. “Well, kind of like Prongs, I guess,” you shamelessly admitted, and James almost choked on his own saliva. “Though, look-wise, you’re pretty easy on the eyes too, Pads.” You winked jokingly at Sirius, and he blew you a kiss while laughing out loud before getting back on the matter at hand. “So, James here is your type?” He almost disbelievingly repeated.

You shrugged. “Sure.”

James scanned Sirius’ face and could see the gears turning in his friend’s head. Merlin, he’d have to let Sirius know that he didn’t have to bother playing matchmaker, he’d destroyed any chances of you two ever becoming more by himself, two months ago.

His arms tightened around you unconsciously. It didn’t matter as long as he could keep you close like this. He’d take whatever you’d give him, he decided. He was happy enough with your friendship.

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multiqts · 1 year

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plss write for brat james teasing u in public and like.. hes hoping for a good spanking but instead you ignore him just to see him get all desperate like "pls dont do this to me 😢" when he's the one who started it

sorry this is oddly specific lol

B for Bambi (and Brat) | J.P

Pairing: James Potter x gn!reader Warnings: NSFW mentions dom/sub themes, smut, dom!reader, sub!brat!James, spanking mention, denial Word Count: 515 Description: James gets bratty thinking it's gonna get your attention but he has another thing coming. A/N: so, funny story... I started writing this, forgot about it, then finished it so I could post it... anyways I'm sorry this is so late anon :') (it's only been like a year /s)

If there was one thing James was good at, it was getting what he wanted. But that was partly because you always gave him what he wanted. You could never say no to your precious baby boy. But, today that changed. James was never the type to flat-out ask for something. You always had to coax it out of him. Or rather, he coaxed it out of you. Today he did his regular song and dance. Pushing your buttons at Hogsmeade while you were out with your friends.

"C'mon baby just a little," he whispered. His head was placed on your shoulder with lips ghosting your neck. Sirius and Remus were used to your PDA already and sneered light-heartedly. When Remus and Sirius got up to get drinks you carefully ran your hand up to James' hair. You pulled at the brown strands and James' hand came flying back. He moaned theatrically with a big grin on his face.

"You think this funny?" You threatened. "You like acting like a little slut?" You barely spoke above a whisper to avoid suspicion. "Mmm, yes sir," the little shit was basically begging for punishment. You knew he was. But this time, you weren't gonna let him have it. This time he wasn't gonna brat his way into what he wanted. Your face drew a smile.

"And, you think this is the way to get my attention?" He didn't answer his eyes just flickered back and forth from your eyes to your lips. He bit his lips and he fell into you but you pulled away and let him go. You get up and walk to the bathroom without another word. James took this as an invitation. He tapped his foot and waited to follow you into the small restroom. He made his way to the wooden door once you had been in there for a minute and turned the old handle to see you sitting over the lidded toilet with a displeased expression.

You got up and held him against the wall. Your hand traveled down his uniform and cupped his bulge. "Feel that, Jamie? That's my cock. I decide when it gets some reprieve, not you." James whimpered. He didn't dare move a muscle as you chastised him. He just had a lost, almost fearful look on his face. You knew he was expecting some kind of punishment: spanking or edging. But that was far from what he was going to get, instead you just backed away from him with crossed arms. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, bratting out for attention." He looked absolutely ruined and you hadn't even touched him. His hair was all over the place and his clothes crinkled from how you pressed against him. "Fix yourself up and I expect you back outside..." His face dropped even more (if that was even possible) when he realized you really weren't gonna give him anything.

" 'M-m sorry..." He mumbled. You passed him on the way out to the door but not before whispering in his ear,

"It's too late for sorry."

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jellyfishsthings · 1 year

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Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, fem! Reader no use of y/n, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, academical rivals to lovers, Remus' amazing stamina since he is a werewolf, oral sex (f! receiving), rough dom!Remus yet somewhat loving, breeding kink, marking , teasing , breast worship, p in v... aftercare <3

A buzzing sound is the only thing I can hear. My eyes close as I painfully approach my fourth orgasm. "Oh God." I breathe out while moaning.

Two scarred hands grip my hips to keep me in place. I look down pleading with my eyes for a small break. Forest green mischievous eyes, now almost black covered with lust, look back at me full with mirth and focus on the task ahead.

Remus's tongue laps repeatedly for over three hours. Edging and overstimulating me at the same time. He chuckles at me, the sound delivered directly to my swollen lips as he continues eating me out, no scratch that, he is devouring me and everything I can offer him, for my sweet melodic sounds as he says to my dripping juices, his words once again. He sucks violently at my clit and proceeds his former actions by trying to form a hickey to my cunt.

"Remus" is his answer for the torturous adventure he set on doing today along with my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my hands taking hostage in their tight grips both his curly brown hair and the sheets.

"That's how I want you. A sweaty moaning mess of my doing, with my name at the tip of your tongue instead of all those witty remarks you have been firing my way all these years. Cum for me. Prove to me how much you wanted me and denied it for years." He demands bossy as ever.

"Don't you dare think for one second Lupin that I- '' I start to say, but he has other plans. He lifts my hips effortlessly and without warning I cum. Hard. I see white for almost forty delightfully, heavenly seconds.

My head lolls side to side as he rides out my high. When he is done he lets go of my hips and watches them as they bounce on the mattress. He smirks at me like the devil he is and crawls close to my face. He trails with his nose, my cheekbone, my jaw and zeroes to my ears. " I will fuck you sooo hard. You won't be able to walk. You will be covered with my marks for days to come. Do you understand?" He whispered and I shuddered.

Yes, this is what I want. I think. It was no secret how Remus was like this in bed. Many many girls have gloated about their accomplishments and how they caught his eyes. My mind drifted back a few months when I caught him with that Hufflepuff girl in the library. Hidden behind stacks of books and bookshelves. How he caught my eyes, full of lust, and locked our gazes as he spead up and fucked that girl.

I felt him move as he removed my bra and his shirt along with his boxers. I took a minute to admire him. God he was beautiful, everything was covered in scars of all sizes and adorned his body due to his lycanthropy. Also he was ripped, muscular arms led to broad shoulders to his defined and chiseled abs and ended in a magnificent V in his hips. Right above… . I drew a steading breath, he was huge. A remark popped into my head that I said to him only hours ago.

"If you like to be such an asshole and act like a dick, at least prove that you have a big one."

"Is that a challenge?" He answered innocently.

That's how I have found myself here. In bed with him, looking at him like he was a sight for sore eyes after four orgasm and what felt like more to come.

He was staring at me. Specifically my breasts which he fondled, groped and kissed above my bra earlier. But now, they were out, in the open for him to see, he had already slightly bruised them from the force he held them mere minutes ago. "Take a picture it wouldn't take longer" I snap at him.

He slowly lifts his eyes to mine and says " I might do exactly that, but later, when I am done ruining you" and with that he ducked down, took one breast in his mouth, the other in his hand and started playing.

He kept at it for over half an hour, slapping, sucking, nipping , biting and kissing both my breasts. While I was moaning and grinding my hips against his like there was no tomorrow. "Enjoying yourself? " I ask, sarcasm coating my voice as he was coating me with sweat and his saliva.

"Quite frankly, yes. But alas I should give you what you challenged me for. Shouldn't I?" He ran his tip above my entrance, teasing me. I rolled my hips not able to control myself anymore and a hand came down to the side of my bum. " I make the rules here, dovey." I whimpered as he started playing with me once again, running his fingers above where I needed him the most, circling my clit in eight-figures and covering my neck and collarbones with hickeys. When he finally had enough he held my thighs firmly and entered me in one hard fluid motion as he bit down at the top of my breast.

I moaned and felt tears streaming down my face. "Full. So full." I choked out feeling the way he brushed all those spots inside of me , even without moving. "You think this is full? Wait until I have pumped you full with my cum and it's running down your thighs because it's too much. Then you will be full dove." I moaned and thighted around him. He grunted and started moving his hips. He was rough and fast and so impossible deep. And I loved it. My hands circled around his neck and scratched his back. I looked up at him helplessly as he pounded into me and let our skins slap against each other. My mouth was permanently open now, no sound escaping as he did wonders to me.

"Fuck you feel so good. That's it. You see how desperate I am for you. God you are so tight, such a vise." I buried my head in his shoulder and next thing I know I am cumming around him. He continues fucking me as I ride my high and I black out for a bit.

When I regain consciousness, my face is buried in a pillow and hands hold my lifted hips in place as he pistons against me. "Remus" a scream muffled by the pillow but he hears my call. He pauses briefly and leans down on top of me, laying on my back and softly kissing my neck. "You alright?"

"Yes" my voice not above a whisper as he hits stilled that spot inside of me that makes me see stars. " I fucked you dumb, huh? You want more of this don't you? Tell me you're mine. And I will be yours. I will fuck you until you are begging me to stop, I going to rail the life out of you. Just say it."

"I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me." My voice picks up at the end as I hit another high. He turns me around and lays me on my back. Still inside of me.

"Sweet merlin you're perfect." He puts my legs on his shoulders and sets at a deep and rough pace. "Do you think you can cum for me? One last time? Or I drained you?"he asks mockingly. I want to prove him wrong so badly. He continues his movement and buries his head to my chest. He gets more frantic and sloppy as he approaches his finish line. "Will you cum with me?" Yes. I want to say but both our highs take me by surprise.

He slows down and draws himself away from me.

He walks to a door and I hear water running. He comes back grinning as he looks at me completely fucked out in the bed. He lifts me and walks me over to the bathroom. He sets me down in the water and I hiss as it stings in all the now bruised areas. I look up to him and he joins me in the tub. He draws me close to his chest and I hum delighted.

"When is the second round going to take place?" He asks, smirking and laughs at my surprised expression." You didn't think I was done with you did you? I want to take you against walls, in the shower, have on top of me as I fuck up into you." He whispers in my ear. "You have that all planned out, don't you?" He nods at my question.

"Honest to God. I think about you constantly. You occupy my mind every second in every hour every day, all year. So let me make this right. Will you, my darling rival, do me the honor of being my girl?"

I look at him, his open expression and his hopeful eyes. He is being truthful. "On one condition." I say and watch as he smiles and mumbles under his breath something about bossiness and stubbornness. "Admit that you cheated in that test last Wednesday."

"Never" he says laughing as he splashes me with water and then lets me nussle in his neck. Maybe he is not half bad, I think drifting off to sleep, feeling a tender kiss being placed at my temple.

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sorenphelps · 3 months

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All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

One: Sirius

Salazar Headquarters

London, England

“This is the part that you’re not understanding Agent Black.”

Sirius had never been built for the cages of board rooms. Mahogany tables and whiskey glasses. Bottled water placed evenly at each leather chair. Suit and ties, pressed collars and eyeglasses that would show everyone in the room whatever files needed to be seen, privately. Sirius wasn’t build for the glasses, either. He didn’t like seeing the images so close, as if his very own brain had conjured them.

Especially not the one in front of him now. Familiar, but, then again, not at all. A ghost he saw every night, but never like this.

“Why don’t you try again then,” Sirius said to Lucius Malfoy, who sat opposite him, at the other end of the long table. His fair, nearly white hair was tied back low against his neck. Though he stared with dark eyes right at Sirius, they both looked at each other through the image screened in front of them. Through Remus’ brown eyes and bow of a mouth. Sirius was glad no pair of glasses would show the room how hard he was digging his fingernails into his palms below the table.

Malfoy drew an annoyed breath. “Agent Lupin, presumed dead after the Greece incident along with Agent Logan Tremblay—” He glanced to James, who was sitting very still. His usual glasses—a light, airy brown compared to these black frames—folded on the table in front of him. “Is alive.” Malfoy’s long fingers flicked. “For six months, Agent Lupin blinked out. Assumed dead. Now, there he is.”

The photograph had been pulled from a bank security camera in Athens. Remus wore no hat. He carried no bag. Supposedly no weapon, though it was hard to tell and Sirius had never known him to go without one. None of Salazar’s agents ever did.

“Right where we left him, it seems,” Malfoy said. “Greece. Athens.”

“And Logan?” James asked, leaning forward. “I—Agent Tremblay.”

“If we knew anything more, we would have said.” Malfoy had a way with coldness. “Would we have not?”

James said nothing. Sirius felt his stomach twist.

Something in Remus’ face was wrong. It was wrong. He couldn’t place it. Vacant. Shaken. No weapon, no phone. He’d looked nearly right up at the camera. He would never have done that if he was hiding, like Malfoy clearly thought.

“We bring him in.” Sirius’ eyes went to James again, who was looking back this time. “Agent Potter and I will make contact.”

Malfoy just shook his head and laughed. “So confidently said. Tell me this, then. Why did he not bring himself in?”

Sirius couldn’t deny that he had no answer. He couldn’t look away from Remus’ face. Too open. And if he was there in Greece—alive alive alive—where was Logan?

“No contact,” Malfoy said. “You will take a surveillance team. and you will follow him.”

“Follow him?” Sirius shook his head, just as James began to protest, too. “He’s not a target. This is Remus.”

“He is a target as long as I say he is,” Malfoy snapped. “He failed to report. He failed all protocol, and now, suddenly, here he is. Out in the open.”

“You think someone turned him,” James said softly. “That’s—that’s impossible—”

“Nothing is impossible,” said Lestrange from Malfoy’s left. Her curling hair fell elegantly over her wide-shouldered suit, but she was smiling as if this news gave her pleasure. “If he is no longer loyal, you can see why we would need to know, Potter.”

Remus. Remus, who he had thought he had lost. Who he had spent the last six months trying to bury without having a body or a reason. Remus, who he had never even gotten to kiss.

“Find him.” Malfoy arched his fair brows. “Find Lupin, Black.”

“And what?” Sirius said. “You already don’t trust him.”

Malfoy leaned his hands on the table. “If he is what I think he is, then you will kill him.”

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Sirius had a flat, but he wouldn’t have called it a home. James, at least, had Lily. Lily and their son, warm bodies and food to come home to, when he came home at all. Now, there was fried egg and ham sandwiches on the stove panini press, quiet jazz playing in the living room in the hopes of keeping the two year old Harry asleep, and Lily standing in front of him pouring whiskey—because he obviously looked like he needed it.

“Alive,” Lily kept saying. She set the bottle down hard. Her tears gained different intensities, but she hadn’t really stopped crying since they had told her. They weren’t supposed to tell her.

She had a dishcloth in one hand that was being used as a tissue, and a greasy spatula in the other. Her dark red hair was tangled, falling out of two braids, and she gave a great sniff before turning back to the stove.

Sirius gave himself a bit more Scotch. He shouldn’t have agreed to come for dinner. He needed to be alone. He needed to sit in his cold, black and gray, expensive as hell, too big penthouse and picture Remus’ face before that security footage.

It was wrong. Something about it was wrong.

“Alive,” Lily said again. “God bloody fuck. Fucking shit.” A sailor, she was, when Harry wasn’t around. She turned on Sirius. “And Malfoy really said—”

“Yes,” Sirius said.

And the sick part was, Sirius could feel the gun in his hand. He could feel how he would do it. Sometimes, Sirius tried to avoid seeing faces, or it simply needed to be done, sneaking up from behind. But he knew Remus’ nape. He knew Remus’ shoulders. Any part of him, any air movement around him, Sirius would know. He felt like he would know his blood. The blood that had been in the sea foam.

“You could never,” Lily said, and took a bite out of a slice of tomato.

He’d never get close enough to get a gun on him from behind. Remus had the instincts of lightning.

“You can’t, he has to know that.”

The second Remus looked at him, Sirius would be finished. Weak muscled and drowning. It didn’t matter what was in his hand, it didn’t matter what Remus had done. It didn’t even matter that he had left Sirius behind and in the dark. Sirius would need him, solid and real.

Lily was watching him silently when James walked into the living room from showering. His dripping hair was getting the neck of his t-shirt wet, and he looked just as grim as Sirius felt. Through the kitchen doorway, he saw him lean over where Harry was sleeping in his crib and reach down to stroke his hair.

“Well,” he said when he took the stool beside Sirius—and some whiskey, too. “Wheels up tomorrow night. We’re taking a red-eye.”

“They called?” Sirius asked.

“Hm.”

“I don’t understand.” Lily slid the sandwiches onto a serving plate and began cutting them in half. She reached for her whiskey and took a long sip, ice clinking. “Jesus. Do you want ice, Sirius?”

Sirius shook his head.

James couldn’t do it, either. Not if it came down to it. But, then again, he would do it just to save Sirius from having to do it. Sirius knew that. And if they found Logan…

“Finn,” Sirius said suddenly. He looked over at James, and Lily made a wounded sound. “We have to tell him.”

James paused from where he was using his shirt to clean water droplets off of his glasses. “Why the fuck would we do that?”

Sirius leaned forward. “Because—”

“One glimpse of Remus doesn’t mean that Logan—”

“But it could.”

“But it doesn’t.”

“But if it had been Logan we were shown on that screen, I would make assumptions about Remus, and I would be glad for that sort of hope.”

James fought through a beat of silence. Lily put a hand on his back. Sirius had seen James’ face in all sorts of ways. Easy, dinner party, happy. Focused, inches from death, or being caught.

“You should tell Leo,” Lily said.

Leo Knut. On their team, too. Hacker. Legend. So fucking young. Could get into absolutely anything.

“He probably already knows,” Sirius said. “Just because he wasn’t at the meeting, doesn’t mean anything. He’s a different department.”

James hesitated a moment before he admitted, “He found the footage.”

“What?” Lily exchanged a surprised look with Sirius.

“Leo,” James said. “He found the footage.”

Sirius sat up. “You mean they were still looking?”

James shook his head. “Not them. Leo.”

Sirius stared at him.

“Just Leo.”

“What…” Sirius swallowed. “Why would he…”

“I asked him to,” James said more quietly. His eyes darted to Lily. “Just…in case. But I’d given up hope months ago.”

It was a very James thing to do. Sirius shouldn’t have been surprised. But the thought of Leo Knut and his soft blue eyes keeping feelers out for two boys who were supposed to be dead made Sirius have to sit down. It was part of his job, sure, but Sirius had spent what felt like an eternity seeing Remus everywhere that he wasn’t. And Leo and Logan had been the closest. He knew how exhausting it was.

“He’ll be on our team, then. When we go.”

James nodded. “I’d say.”

“Good.” Sirius looked down at the sandwich on his plate. “That’s good.”

The next gap of silence was what movies left for something grand and encouraging and sure. We’ll bring them home. I know it. We’ll bring the goddamn love of your life home.

But James and Sirius both knew better.

#Christmas Eve will find me lumosinlove #finnlo #wolfstar #coops #winterfic lumosinlove 2023

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in-my-feels-probably · 9 months

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hello! how are you? I hope you have a good day! can you please do “you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding” with sirius but ends with fluff please? thank you sm!❣️

Cardigan

Request: hello! how are you? I hope you have a good day! can you please do “you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding” with sirius but ends with fluff please? thank you sm!❣️

Hi! I’m so sorry for the long wait, it took me forever to make it through my inbox to get to this request. Thank you for being patient. I went a little bit literal with this one, but I think it turned out alright. Cardigan is my absolute favorite Taylor song, and I literally have this lyric on my phone case in a design I had made. I haven’t written for Sirius in a little bit, but I very much enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it!

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and scars, mentions of sirius’s home life, insecurity, mentions of trauma and panic responses, let me know if i missed anything)

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Sirius had good days and bad days.

It hadn’t been that long since he had run away from home, and he was still learning how to cope. Although he had his friends by his side, adjusting to his day to day life and accepting what the future held for him was hard. Getting through the day without a hiccup was quite the feat for him.

He could go from smiling and laughing one minute, to shutting down completely and harshly snapping at someone in another.

Trauma isn’t pretty.

It never is, and it probably never would be, but it was something Sirius was learning to process and work through. Luckily, he had you by his side to help him. He knew he would never be alone as long as you were there.

Still, that didn’t stop him from trying to push you away when you got a little too close for comfort. Having someone that close meant that you knew him well. You knew every part of him, including the darkest parts, and that terrified him. It was his instinct to run when he felt you near. Like you were burying yourself under his skin, and there was nowhere left inside himself where he could escape to.

He fought that instinct every day.

You knew when to leave him alone. Over time, you had picked up on all his tells, and it was easy enough to tell when he needed some time to himself. Giving him the space to breathe was important, and you were happy enough to do so.

But you couldn’t let him be truly alone.

In the moments where he’d push you away, you’d just cling harder. If you didn’t cling, he would forever keep you at arm’s length, regardless of if he knew it was bad for him or not. He didn’t know how to do what was best for him, so he had to trust that you and his friends could do it for him until he learned how to do it for himself. And while he knew it was best to let you all do that for him, he’d still fight it sometimes.

Today was a bad day.

It had started alright. He’d even woken up with some pep in his step, his usual grin plastered on his face as he joined you in your first class of the day. He sat next to you with a smile, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“Hello, love.”

You smiled, raising a brow. “You’re unusually cheery today. Did you sleep well? I normally have to wait until at least noon to speak to you if I don’t want my head bitten off. What’s different?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, reaching for your hand under the table. “I’m just happy today.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Good.”

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You weren’t sure what had happened.

You had gone to your next few classes, sitting in your last one while you waited for it to start. It was the one class you and all your friends had together, and you seemed to have gotten there first. Your table was empty as usual, with three vacant stools next to and across from you.

You were beginning to worry just as James walked through the doorway alone, a frown set on his face as he took a seat on the stool next to you.

You turned to him, confused. “James? Where are Remus and Sirius? Is everything alright?”

“No,” he said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Something is wrong with Sirius. He showed up to Potions in a panic and wouldn’t tell anyone what happened. He bolted for the dorms the second class ended and wouldn’t stop for any of us. Remus followed him back, I came to tell you.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt a sense of dread wash over you. You quickly stood, haphazardly grabbing all your things. You carried them over to Lily, who was at a nearby table.

“Would you mind holding onto these for me? I’ve got to go.”

She nodded, sliding them closer to her. “Of course, love. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you rushed out, already pivoting on your heels to leave. “Thank you!”

You hurried out the door, James hot on your heels. You tried not to let your mind wander to the worst possibilities, choking down your fear as you approached Gryffindor tower. James took the lead then, guiding you up the stairs to his dorm. You found Remus at the top, banging on the door with his fist.

“The dickhead locked me out,” he huffed, banging on the door once more. “My wand is in there, I can’t unlock it. I think he blocked it with a chair anyways.”

“We could knock it down,” James suggested, already preparing himself to kick the door in.

“Or we could do the smart thing,” you countered, pulling your wand from your pocket. “Alohomora.”

If Sirius had barricaded the door, that was a problem for later. It didn’t matter whether he had or not unless you could actually open the door. You heard the door unlock, the click prompting you to wave your wand once more.

“Evanesco,” you mumbled, making the chair vanish from behind the door.

“Huh,” James said, more to himself than anyone else. “I didn’t think of that.”

His words would have made you chuckle if you weren’t already preoccupied. Your anxiety was stifling any other emotion you could have felt. You quickly pushed open the door, peering inside. You found Sirius in his bed, the curtains drawn.

He was shutting you out.

It was eerily quiet. You realized he had casted a Silencing Charm, preventing you from hearing anything. The room was dead silent, as if your hearing had completely disappeared. James and Remus stood on either side of you, exchanging nervous glances.

“Should we talk to him?” James asked.

Remus shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s better to let him cool off for a little while.”

You sighed in frustration, hesitating. After a minute of waiting, you couldn’t take it any longer. You marched towards his bed, trying to open the curtains. But as you tried to tug them open, they wouldn’t budge. Not even a little bit. You groaned, taking a step back.

“Sirius? Sirius, open the curtains,” you asked sternly, trying your best not to let your voice waver. “I know you can hear me. Please just open the curtains, don’t make me have to do it.”

You knew your tone was harsh. But it had to be. You had no idea what had happened, and none of you could help unless you knew what you were up against. He was already beginning to block you out, and you couldn’t let him.

You tugged on the curtains again, speaking softer. “Sirius, please.”

All of a sudden, you heard the sound of blankets being tossed and a muffled shuffle. It was like your ears had popped, as if you had been underwater the whole time you were in the room and you had just now reached the surface. There was a spell mumbled, and then Sirius’s head was peeking out from in between his curtains.

“Go away,” he spat, before sinking back behind the curtains. “I don’t want you here, I don’t need you.”

“Pads!” James quickly scolded.

“Oi! Watch your tone with her,” Remus snapped at the same time.

You ignored the twinge in your heart, pushing down the sting of his words. “It’s fine, guys. Just help me.”

Sirius heard your words, and you could hear another shuffle as he reached for the curtains. He tried once again to spell them, but James was quicker. James held onto one end, while Remus held onto the other. You stood at the foot of the bed in between them, silently scanning Sirius for any visible injuries or signs of distress as he gave you all a few colorful choice words. You let him get it out of his system before you spoke.

“We’re not going anywhere, love. Are you going to tell us what happened, or are we going to sit here? I’m happy to do either.”

When Sirius was defensive like this, one of you had to lead. It may not have been the kindest way you could have said it, but kindness isn’t what was going to get him to talk. First, you had to get through to him. Afterwards was when it was time to be kind. And he certainly wasn’t going to give you an easy time.

He was being childish. You couldn’t blame him, you knew it was just an involuntary response. But it was hard to work around it sometimes. It was one of his many reactions to being upset, and your second to least favorite—only ahead of finding him in tears.

James, ever the worrier, placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What’s going on, mate? Do I need to hit someone?”

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself, Potter,” he muttered, shrugging him off.

“Alright,” Remus said, stepping around the bed to grab onto James’s shoulder. “You let me know when you’re done being a git. We’ll be downstairs. Call if you need us.”

James gave you a concerned look, but he let Remus pull him away. You gave him a small reassuring smile, and he took that as enough reason to follow Remus out the door.

You sighed, turning back around. Sirius was looking up at you with dull eyes, a frown on his face. Slowly, you crawled up onto the edge of the bed. He watched as you sat, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your laps. You settled in, and it was becoming clear to him that you really weren’t going anywhere.

“Hey, sweet boy,” you murmured, trying a gentler approach. “You gonna talk to me?”

Sirius’s face softened as you spoke, but he didn’t move to speak. You reached for one of his hands, and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers.

“You were alright when I saw you this morning. What happened? James was quite worried when he told me.”

“I didn’t mean to worry him,” he said quietly, slipping a ring off one of his fingers to slip it on yours, beginning to twist it around.

You quickly nodded. “I know. He just doesn’t know what’s happening, love. He doesn’t know how to help you if you don’t tell him what’s wrong. None of us do. I think it upsets him more than it worries him. He doesn’t like seeing anyone sad, but especially not his best friend.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, only humming in response. You let him twist his ring around your finger a little longer, before you laid your free hand on his knee.

“If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to talk. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here until I see that pretty smile. And if that’s tomorrow? Well it looks like I’m staying the night, then.”

He finally looked up, tugging your hand closer. “What’s this from?”

You looked down to see a little white scar at the base of one of your fingers, with lead stained underneath the skin. You nearly laughed at the memory.

“I got stabbed with a pencil.”

“What?” He asked, inspecting the scar. “Why is there gray?”

“It happened when I was a kid at school. Muggles don’t write with a quill and ink. Especially when you’re a kid, a pencil is easier to use because you can erase all your mistakes. I was playing with a friend, and they had their pencil in their hand. It slipped, and the point stabbed my finger. I tried to wash it out and clean it, but some of the lead stayed under my skin I guess. And when it healed, you could still see it. I actually forgot that it was there.”

“You never tried to heal it once you got here?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“It is healed,” you shrugged, placing your hand back in his. “But if you mean the mark, then no, I never tried to get rid of it. I don’t mind it. I hardly ever notice it, but when I do, it’s just a reminder of something silly that happened to me as a kid. It’s a good laugh.”

You pulled your legs out from under the covers, showing him the raised skin on your knee. “Remember when I did this one?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a person as clumsy as you,” Sirius mused, resting his hand on your knee. “You managed to trip not once but twice in the stands down at the Quidditch Pitch.”

You shoved his shoulder, feigning offense. “It was raining! And I seem to remember someone laughing quite hard.”

“I couldn’t help it, love. The first time looked like it hurt, but the second time was just funny. Don’t look at me like that, I took you to see Madam Pomfrey. You didn’t let her fix it?”

“I let her patch me up and give me a bandage,” you said, running your finger along the raised skin. “But I said no when she offered to try and make sure it didn’t scar. What, you don’t think it’s pretty?”

Your tone was playful, but Sirius seemed to take your words to heart. He shook his head, his face pensive.

“I think all of you is pretty. All of you, the scars too. I just thought they might bother you a little bit.”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“As silly and small as these two are, I don’t mind any of my scars. They’re all reminders that something happened to me, and I made it through. These little cuts and scrapes aren’t much of a memory worth retelling, but I’ll tell you the same thing again if I ever manage to hurt myself worse. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how big or small a scar is. They’re part of you, and I quite like the idea that they’re physical representations of a moment where you were strong. They’re unique to you and your life, and I think they add a lot of character.”

It was a long while before Sirius spoke, seeming to be lost in thought. He took your hand in his, flipping it over so he could see the scar on your finger again.

“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it.”

“I don’t blame you,” you said, looking at the mark on your skin. “I forget about it myself unless something reminds me. I forget about most of them honestly, you know? Out of sight, out of mind and all that.”

He nodded, and you suddenly realized what may have been going on. When you walked in, Sirius wasn’t wearing his full uniform. He didn’t have his robes on, and his sleeves were rolled up. You figured he had just thrown them all off when he got back up to the dorms, but you were starting to think that may have not been the case.

You tried to gently coax out what you thought may have been troubling him. “What’s going on, love? Are scars on your mind? Did something happen?”

The way his face fell confirmed your suspicions. His vision began to cloud, tears stinging his eyes. He wouldn’t look at you, despite you gently asking him to. He was embarrassed, and you knew it. Eventually, you had to hook your finger under his chin, tilting his head up to make him look at you. You cupped his chin with one hand, running your thumb along his cheekbone with the other.

“Talk to me, darling. I’m here to listen,” you spoke, wiping away any stray tears that fell.

Sirius sighed in frustration, holding his arm out for you to look at. You gently took hold of him by the wrist, carefully looking him over. You were pretty sure what he was referring to now, but you stayed quiet. It was better to let him tell you on his own.

“Evans saw the scar from the curse Mother used on me the night I left,” he mumbled after taking a breath.

You winced, but didn’t overstep as you coaxed him to continue. “How? What happened?”

“It was hot in DADA, so I rolled my sleeves up. I wasn’t thinking about it, I just did it. She noticed it and apparently knew what it was from. I guess she figured it out from the look of it. I had almost forgotten it was there until she pointed it out.”

You frowned. Sometimes, Lily was too smart for her own good. Of course she would know what it was, everyone had studied curses similar to the one used on Sirius all year in preparation for exams. She took these lessons quite seriously in case she’d ever have to put them into practice.

Some spells leave a distinct mark, even if they’re healed soon after they’re inflicted. In all the chaos, it took Sirius quite a while to get it looked at, so it was sure to scar. There were things he could do to lessen its intensity, or he could use a Glamour charm to mask it, but it would always be there.

A parting gift from his Mother.

“What did Lily say? She wasn’t rude about it, was she?”

“No, it wasn’t anything like that,” he murmured, watching as you ran your thumb over the scar. “She was just curious how I got it. I froze up like an idiot when I looked at it, and couldn’t focus for the rest of class. I went to Potions, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I panicked, and bolted for the dorms the second we were let out.”

Your heart broke as he spoke.

It wasn’t often Sirius talked about the night he left home. He hardly let himself think about it, let alone tell anyone about it. He always found it easier to block out those types of memories instead of confronting them, but this time his memories decided to confront him. And he had no choice but to sit with them. Your face fell as you imagined him sitting in class, panicked and working himself up as he remembered the worst night of his life.

Unlike most of your scars, his had a much heavier weight to them. He had a much harder time accepting them than you did with yours. He didn’t want them to be a part of him.

You felt him reach for your hand again, turning it over to look at the scar on your finger.

“You said your scars are a part of you, and a reminder of how strong you were,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Well, I wasn’t strong. If I was, I wouldn’t have gotten mine. They may be a part of me, but I don’t want to remember them. They don’t have any good memories attached to them, or any stories I want to tell.”

He may as well have slapped you in the face. It would have hurt less than the burn in your chest as you listened to him degrade himself, knowing there was little you could say that would make him feel better. He had the idea that he wasn’t strong ingrained in his mind, and it would take more than just this one conversation to make him understand just how strong he was.

He was one of the strongest people you had ever met. Brave enough to stand up to his family, and even braver to get himself out of it. He was so young, and he had already lived through so much. He woke up and managed to drag himself out of bed every day, and he did it with a smile on his face—once he was fully woken up and no longer grumpy, at least. That took more strength and courage than you’d ever have.

But he didn’t see himself as strong. He didn’t see his scars as a reminder of how strong he was. You’d just have to show him until he figured it out for himself.

“Well, we can change that,” you said, hopping off his bed to rummage through his trunk.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking over the side of the bed as he watched you.

You pulled a bottle of black nail polish out of his things, smiling in victory as you showed him. You crawled back into bed, setting the bottle in your lap. You silently held your hand out for his arm, and he reluctantly placed it in your grip. You opened the bottle with your free hand, dipping the brush into the polish.

You traced the scar, stopping at every curve to place a big dot of polish. “I know you didn’t take Astronomy, so bear with me for a minute. See all the points? It’s shaped like the constellation Hercules. He was known for his strength and resilience. He was cursed by the goddess Hera to a life of misery and constant trials, and he did some bad things while under her control. But when he realized he had done wrong, he asked the Oracle what he could do to atone for his sins. He spent the rest of his mortal days trying to make up for what he did through a series of terrifying tasks, and he eventually paid for his sins with his life. After his death, he became immortal, and he joined the rest of the gods on Mount Olympus. Zeus placed him in the night sky with stars to represent each of his victories, and now Hercules is remembered as a hero. His strength and determination is what defines him, not his past. His stars shine bright, just like he did in life.”

After you dotted along each major point of his scar, you carefully connected the dots with a thin line of polish. Sirius watched you with soft eyes as your face twisted in concentration, your brows furrowed as you worked. When you finished, you casted a drying spell, carefully touching the edge of the polish afterwards to make sure it was completely dry.

“There,” you smiled, closing the bottle and setting it down. “Now you’ve got a story to tell if anyone asks. I think it would look really cool as a tattoo. I just might have to see if I can hurt myself so I can have my own constellation.”

Sirius mustered a laugh, making you grin as you looked up to see him giving you a watery smile. You were kidding of course, but the sentiment still made his eyes well with tears. Before you could speak, he had already hooked an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“Don’t hurt yourself, silly girl. We can get you any tattoo you want without actually scarring you.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “What’s the point, then? Where’s the fun in that?”

Your smile widened as he continued to chuckle, and you pulled away to cup his cheeks in your palms. You held him steady, tucking stray hairs behind his ears.

“There’s that pretty smile.”

His cheeks flushed as you spoke, and you felt your heart swell. It’s criminal, really—how pretty he is. Just looking at him made you want to burst into tears sometimes.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he said suddenly, his hands resting on your knees. “I didn’t mean it.”

You had nearly forgotten about how he had snapped at you. The twinge in your chest from his words was long gone, replaced by the warm comfort of knowing he was alright and voluntarily opening up to you.

You just shook your head, waving it off. “I know you didn’t, my love. If I took everything you said when you were grumpy to heart, I’d be a lot worse off.”

Sirius gave you a sheepish smile. “Still. You didn’t deserve that, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, I didn’t. And you were being a git. But I’ve already forgiven you for it, so don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure James and Remus will do the same. Speaking of which, we should probably go tell them you’re alright. We can show off your pretty little design, too. James will be jealous.”

“We can figure out one for him. He’s got plenty of scars from falling off his broom, the clumsy bloke. He’s nearly as clumsy as you are,” Sirius teased, dodging your attacks when you picked up his pillow to smack him with.

“Be nice!” You scolded, continuing your attack. “I haven’t even gotten onto you for stealing my nail polish yet.”

Sirius finally raised his hands in surrender, taking a breath as he snatched his pillow back. “Alright! You’ve made your point, darling. Quit it, you’ll chip the polish.”

You gasped dramatically, raising your hands in surrender as well. “Well, we can’t let that happen, can we?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile. Your expression mirrored his, and you leaned back, resting against one of the posts of his bed.

“What were you so cheery for this morning anyway? I’ve been wondering all day,” you asked, watching his cheeks flush once more.

“Oh, uh…I had a nice dream is all.”

“Yeah?” You asked, raising a brow. “What about?”

He gave you another sheepish smile. “You.”

You cracked a grin, stifling a chuckle. You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest, a warm feeling spreading across your chest.

“You’re such a sap, Black,” you teased, but you were smiling all the same.

“Says the girl reciting Greek myths to me. Kettle,” he said pointing to himself, before turning his finger towards you. “Pot.”

“Shut up, or I’m grabbing the pillow again.”

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A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry again for the long wait, I really appreciate you being patient. I wasn’t too sure what to write, hopefully this is what you were looking for. I hope you liked it! Let me know :)

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skeletinmoss · 4 months

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Any fun facts about your gold au you’d like to share? Feel free to ramble because that au is amazing

Well basically gold au is a universe where one person doesn't exist ( ignoring Virgil's different color palette). Which is very interesting how it snowballed to this point. In original Dark Side dungeon au this person lives way in the past and is dead for couple of centuries at the time the story is happening, but their impact is what caused story to happen in the way it does.

It may seem confusing to you and I don't want to go into too much detail cuz, you know, spoilers. Those two aus are so close to each other that I can't really talk about one without spoilers for the other.

I have this old comic I drew for Gold au a while ago. Warning: suggestive.

Yup V can lay eggs. Technically he's nor male nor a female, he's a spirit, so are Janus and Remus, and they can ulter their bodies how they want. ( don't shame me for the weird stuff I like)

If you are interested in some spoilers anyway I'll point this out for you: Gold knows Roman before their first meeting, he also knows everything Roman likes or may like in the future. Dsd Virgil knows about Roman more than he thinks he does. He knew Roman is afraid of the dark, because Roman told him, what Roman didn't say is that singing will calm him down, yet Virgil knew anyway.

Also BIG SPOILER for Dsd au:

Virgil hates green eyes, but he misremembers why

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety #dark side dungeon au #gold au #gold virgil #suggestive

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Could you do one where reader is a Pureblood Hufflepuff she bff with Sirus black lily Evan and the other maunders( remus james and peter anyway she in a relationship with remus Lupin any plot is fine am not to picky :)

sunflower and sparrow, remus lupin synopsis: you're given a note from remus, and something that means a lot more than you think warnings: none (i don't think), maybe grammar/spelling errors though

peter pettigrew ran as quickly as his feet could carry him, weaving between waves of other students crowding the staircases he needed to take. it was urgent, that's what sirius had said when he sent the blonde off in a rush. straight to the hufflepuff common room, ask for the ghost. sirius' instructions had been exactly that, and in the seconds that followed, a laugh emitted from james who was hovered over lily in the arm chair of their own common room.

now that peter really thought about it, it was stupid, and he had no idea why he even bothered. maybe it was the hope he'd see a certain blonde on the way there. maybe it was to see his friend, but it was mostly stupid. at the portrait acting as a door, peter saw who he assumed to be the ghost sirius spoke of, and he let out a disbelieving sigh at the wide grin and bubbly laugh of emmeline vance as she took the slip of parchment from the panting boy's hand. "thanks, love." she calls back to him, a playful wink going over her shoulder. peter left the corridor annoyed, planning how to make sirius' pay him back for the trouble he'd gone to for no reward.

"good morning, lovely." emmeline's hair brushes over your face as she flops onto your bed beside you. "you were reading a different book last night when i left."

"i finished it, and i've been wanting to start this one for a while." you reply, resting your cheek on the crown of emmeline's head which rested on your shoulder.

"the one sirius gave you?" she felt you nod your head, and decided to give you the note peter so graciously delivered mere minutes prior to her visit with you. "our dear peter was in a rush to get this to you. thought i'd hand deliver it." as soon as the paper was in your grasp, the black haired girl sprung herself off the bed and headed for the door. "i'll see you later!"

you set your book down on the small stand beside your bed and unfold the messy parchment, eyes immediately reading the note scribbled in fine cursive.

my sunflower,

out seventh year will be over in two months already, i hope you've begun studying for your exams. though i know you haven't, and i'll be meeting you in the library after classes tomorrow to fix that. can't have you failing your final year without the rest of us. come meet me by the lake when you get this, and bring your ink.

with love, your sparrow

you had given remus the name sparrow your fifth year, after quite a few shifts in personality and behavior. you'd though the symbolism suited him well, and he didn't feel like arguing your points anymore. then just last year, he in return gave you the name sunflower. his reasoning? the first time he'd told you he loved you, he'd given you a sunflower, and a torn out page from a book that said sparrows preferred sunflowers.

but now you were on your way to the lake, your pot of ink tucked into the pocket of your jacket. it was an odd request, one that occupied your thoughts until you saw remus waiting for you, back leaning against the trunk of a tree overlooking the water.

"hi." remus stands from his spot on the ground to meet you as you drew nearer to the tree.

"hi." you smile, reaching to take his outstretched hand. "what did you need my ink for?"

"i ran out." he replies simply, a grin crossing his features that you knew all too well.

"well why do you need it now? i highly doubt you brought me out here to watch you do homework." remus laughs, straightening out the blanket on the ground so you had somewhere to sit before moving beside you.

"it's for this." reaching behind him, he retrieves a bag with a book inside. it was the collector's edition of your favorite book, one you'd told remus about many times since he'd known you. he also knew you'd been saving up for it as there were few left in sale.

"remus-"

"don't lecture me or anything, just take it and trust that i know what i'm doing."

"thank you so much." remus laughs with you as your arms fling around his neck, pulling him into a death grip hug. "i love it." remus takes a minute to observe the wide smile you wore as you flip through the pages, and he found himself completely awed by you. "oh, what did you need the ink for?"

"here." remus holds his hands out for the ink and sets the book between the two of you, only the cover of the book open. you watch as he carefully adds a small paper to the back of it and began drawing something that you couldn't quite see. then, when he pulled his hand away you saw a bird resting on top of a flower. looking closer, you realized it was a sparrow perched on the petal of a sunflower. "you've always kept me from falling, even when i thought i would. i don't think you'll ever quite understand just how much you mean to me, but i want you to know."

"i understand. you're everything to me too." remus smiles, nothing but love in his eyes as he looks at you. "and the drawing is beautiful. i'll always keep it, just like i'll always have you."

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #the marauders x reader

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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Snow Day

Hehe, Coops floof because it's snowing here and I'm finally free of finals! SW character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3 (and don't worry, the final day of nutmas just needs a beta read because Reasons)

Sirius did his best to sit gently at the edge of the bed. Judging by Remus’ immediate scrunch-face and everything but his forehead disappearing beneath the covers, he failed. “Re?”

“Mmm.”

“Are you awake?”

Remus made another disgruntled noise. Sirius should know better by now.

He tugged the edge of the blanket down to expose the peak of a rosy cheek. “Re, wake up.”

“ ‘S Saturday.”

“Ouais.” Remus whined softly when he slid beneath the comforter, but went without protest into Sirius’ arms. The hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt before slipping underneath with a satisfied hum were sleep-warm and rough, and something in Sirius’ chest felt too big, suddenly. He ducked his head to kiss Remus’ temple, letting his lips linger there as his breathing began to even out once more. “Re, it’s snowing.”

Remus’ breath caught. Sirius felt every stage of drowsy understanding roll over him, from the pause of his burrowing to one hazel eye peeking out from a mess of bedhead and blankets. “Snowing?”

“Oui.”

“Real snow?”

“Three inches, maybe.” Sirius grinned when Remus’ face lit up. “Saw it when I went to make coffee.”

“Didn’t have that in the forecast.” Remus propped himself up on one elbow with obvious effort and turned to check his phone, then hesitated and turned back around to snuggle into Sirius and leave a chaste peck at the corner of his mouth. “G’morning.”

Sirius caught him when he went to turn again and drew him in for a slow kiss, relishing every pliable, sleepy bit of him. Remus nuzzled into his jaw when they parted and Sirius’ heart fluttered at the scratch of his stubble. “Bon matin. Sleep well?”

“Mm. Very.” A sigh warmed his collarbone. “I want to get up and look at the snow.”

“It’s very pretty,” Sirius agreed.

“I’m so warm in here. You’re warm. Stay with me.”

“Happily.”

Remus groaned and wrapped both arms around his waist. “I wanna see the snow.”

“Viens ici,” Sirius said into the cowlick near the back of Remus’ hair, rubbing a hand along the notches of his spine. “I’ll still kiss you in the snow.”

“Worth it?”

“Worth it.”

Snowflakes caught on Remus’ pale lashes; he was close enough that Sirius could pick out each one, if he squinted. It seemed fitting that someone who belonged so wholly in an icy wonderland would be adorned like that. Or perhaps not an icy wonderland—Remus was rarely anything but warm and inviting, like a lamppost in a winter storm. His eyes were the color of fresh caramel against the charcoal gray of his beanie when he glanced over at Sirius with a smile.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Sirius kissed just beneath his beanie. “You.”

“Oh, jeez, what did I do this time?”

“I love you in the winter.”

Remus made a pleased sound, though it was muffled as he ducked his chin into his coat and shuffled closer. Laying in a snowbank might not be the most common way to spend a Saturday morning, but Sirius couldn’t find a single thing to complain about. “I love how you look in the fall,” Remus said after a moment of comfortable quiet. “All cute and cozy, stealing my hoodies. But yeah, something about this is very…you. You were built for snow days, baby.”

“The weatherman said we’d get a foot today.”

“Sounds like soup and casserole weather to me.”

The snow was cold against Sirius’ cheek, but he could feel the warmth of Remus pressed all along his side even through their many layers. Their breath fogged between them in frozen clouds; he raised a hand to trace the redness of Remus’ cheek and got a kiss to the meat of his palm in return. “I love you in every season,” he said quietly.

The smile lines at the corners of Remus’ eyes crinkled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sirius let his fingertips slide down until he was cupping Remus’ jaw and kissed him slow. “I’m going to marry you so hard, loup.”

“Not if I marry you first,” Remus whispered.

“Race you there.”

“Winner gets a husband.”

Sirius smiled as their lips met again, both half-numb, a slender hand twining with his own until the world was just winter chill and Remus. The snow was coming down heavier, now; the flakes prickled any section of bare skin with nips of cold. Sirius swiped his tongue over the seam of Remus’ lips and felt heat flash through every vein. He drew him close with a hand on his lower back, humming when Remus slung a leg over his hips and settled more comfortably on the small snowbank. It was lumpy and half ice, but the sheer joy of kicking it together while they basked in the first February snow day was worth every sore muscle to come. Maybe he could even talk Remus into a massage later.

The air was bitterly cold on his lips when he pulled back. “We should probably go inside.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Coach will actually kill us if we get sick—”

“Five minutes,” Remus interrupted, taking Sirius’ chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring him back in. Snow crunched under Sirius’ shoulder as he turned on his side until their knees touched. The left side of his face was numbing fast; he would freeze down to his bones before separating from Remus for even a second. Kissing the love of his life under falling snow with all the time in the world…well, it felt just like magic.

#sirius black #remus lupin #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #snow day #sleepy #kisses #engaged coops

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jellyfishsthings · 1 year

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Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, fem!reader, dom!Remus, possessiveness, praise kink (kinda), missionary p in v, marking up, overatimulation, teasing with dirty talk, no use of protection WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT...

The sound of rain splattering in the windows was a calming sound that would have lulled the young couple was it not for their late-night activities. The sky,even with the storm, was clear; the stars were shining under the harsh light of the almost full moon. But that calm environment went unnoticed since Remus had other things in mind.

Moans and grunts filled the room along with a skin-slapping sound that was extremely persistent and hadn't stopped since he threw her in the bed and discarded all their clothes. He always got like this whenever the full moon was close. Who was she to complain? Her werewolf boyfriend, that has a crazy sex drive, wants to fuck her all night long, making her cum as many times as possible until she is senseless and can't think straight? Fine by me.

Her legs were resting against his shoulders and drew closer to her chest every time he moved. Her body was moving upwards as he thrust hard into her and the only thing that seemed to hold her in place was the bruising grip that was applied to her hips. She was on cloud nine. Her head was thrown back from all the pleasure she was receiving. Her thighs were burning and rubbing perfectly against her overly sensitive breasts that have been thoroughly marked and teased, her pussy by now had to be puffy, red and oh so sensitive as both their releases ran down to her bum and collected there to a white puddle.

The sheets were rumpled underneath her from the force that the young man fucked her and from how she fisted her hands when she was so overwhelmed and didn't know what else to do.

"God, you're gorgeous, can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when I am done with you. I will fill you to the hilt and you will be sore everywhere. You will have an imprint of my balls in your clit from how hard I am fucking you. Hiding these perfect tits behind your bras will be such a pain from how much attention I paid to them. Hickeys will cover your body for so many days because … you … are … mine." Remus mumbled as his face closed in on hers as he emphasized each word and delivered them with a new kind of force behind them. Straining to talk with all the overstimulation he had caused both himself and her.

The only response he got was gasps and breathless moans. His name was officially a new chant on her swollen red lips. "You like that don't you? When I get possessive." The clench that he got around his deeply buried cock was the perfect answer. "I fucked you good, haven't I? You can't think, can't speak,huh? But you are a good girl, aren't you? My good girl."

"Yes" was softly spoken and was nothing else but a drawn-out moan.

"Who's fucking you brainless?"

"You"

"Scream my name sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to. And who gets you to themselves? Say it, my love. Please at the top of your lungs."

"Remmy" sounded in a pleading voice. He harshly lifted himself and lowered her legs to his waist. "Wrong answer dovey but that's OK, you will get it this time right" he said as he entered her in a fluid motion. Hitting one perfect spot after the other, making her see stars.

"Remus" she screamed in a toe-curling way. Her back arched so hard and was pushed down on the mattress when a dominant hand pressed in her lower stomach.

"That's more like it." He whispered in her ear and started fucking her into the mattress, so hard that even the bed springs groaned. "Hands on headboard and eyes open love" he commanded and she complied without a second thought.

"Oh, God. Ahh y-yes. I am so close." She had lost count of how many times she went over the edge, she should have been drained and had nothing else to offer. "Let go, sweetheart. I'm right here."

The orgasm she reached on command to his words was mind blinding and when she started gaining back her senses he was still going, more sloppily this time though. He had slightly lifted her as previous releases still exited her and had cupped her ass, scratching it barely.

"I am-" he stuttered. She threw her heavy arms around him with her sheer willpower and one reached his tightly clenched ass. He was holding back. She said in a so hoarse and just above a whisper voice the one thing that would make him come undone in seconds "I'm yours. You're mine".

His head buried in her shoulder and he bit down hard there, trying to contain the sound of her name adorned with many of his well-loved curses. His pace slowed down and his hips only moved in post-orgasm. He stayed there for a few seconds as he tried to regain his composure and steady his breathing. When he did, he turned his head to rest his forehead against hers. As she still grinded her hips. Subspace. He tried to get out of her but to no avail, her tightly wrapped legs prevented him from getting away even if he wanted to.

"You will regret this when you wake up." he whispered against her hairline and placed sweet kisses there. A dopey smile was present on their faces as they drifted to sleep as close to each other as possible.

"I love you, you smart ass. You just love to rile me up, don't you?"

If this was going to be his response all the time then yes she did and so did he, but there was no chance he was going to admit that out loud.

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#remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x you

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