#and wolfstar are just beneath them
Note
what about poly!wolfstar with double penetration in one hole? you could also make it dark
warnings: threesome, double penetration, rough sex, degrading, slapping, handcuffs, use of “slut”, “pet”, “fuck-toy”, “slave”, and “good girl”, crying
masterlist
your hands rub against the handcuffs tying you to the bed as your boyfriends thrust into you. remus is beneath you, kneading the flesh of your ass with his hand as he fucks your pussy. sirius is on top, thrusting into the same hole at a brutal pace. you drip around their cocks, so fucking wet for them.
sirius’ hands play with your tits as he goes, pinching and twisting your nipples meanly. you cry as they thrust in again. you can see their dicks bulge through your stomach, around your belly button.
“fucking slut,” sirius grunts. “look at her, rem. she’s fucking crying. her face is almost as wet as her slutty little cunt.”
remus laughs cruelly, slapping your ass cheek with one hand, using the other to abuse your tits with sirius.
you choke around a sob, mascara-filled tears blurring your sight.
“she’s so fucking pathetic,” remus sneers, voice filled with disgust. “just a bunch of holes for us to use.”
“just a little pet. our very own fuck-toy.”
remus shoves a finger up your ass, spreading another hole open. you cry out from the pain as he shoves more and more fingers up your hole.
sirius slaps you across the face, lighting a sharp sting against your skin. “shut up. you little cockslut. don’t pretend you don’t want it.”
“the little slave, acting like she isn’t dripping for our cocks,” remus mocks, spreading his fingers in your ass.
“take it like a good girl,” sirius says, wrapping his fingers around your throat.
you cry as they fuck you, trying to muffle your sobs with nothing but your lips.
#wolfstar#wolfstar smut#wolfstar x reader smut#marauders#marauders era#marauders smut#marauders era smut#harry potter smut#smut#remus lupin#remus lupin smut#sirius black#sirius black smut#sirius x remus x reader smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
people are being awful so here is an inexhaustive list of 50ish of my favourite fanfictions ever in no particular order. most of them have changed my life in some way shape or form and i am eternally grateful and in awe: <3 xo
Wolfstar:
All The Young Dudes mskingbean89
Blends rvltn909
Sweater Weather lumosinlove
Dear Your Holiness mollymarymarie
The Cadence of Part Time Poets Motswolo
Honey if I'm not BrigidFaye
There's your trouble xxxnoimsiriusxxx
If You're Gonna BrigidFaye
Currents lunchbucket
Liebestrum lunchbucket
The Road Not Taken mollymarymarie
Bird Set Free mollymarymarie
Ever Thus WrappedUp
Just What the Doctor Ordered WrappedUp
wading in waist-high water colgatebluemintygel
Disarm You With A Smile five_ht
10 Reasons to Go to Michigan greyeyedmonster18
Nothing Sweeter than my baby DamageControl
Not another band AU thelovelyzee
A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety Greenvlvetcouch
Solntse lumosinlove
We Can Be Heroes youblitheringidiot
Like Real People Do Third_Crow
Beneath A Big Blue Sky Eyra
A Brief History of Dragons Eyra
The Birthday Boy greenvlvetcouch
The Killing Time (unwillingly mine) epicblueblanket
Till We Have Arrived Home Again prouvairing
The Players Secret WrappedUp
Let's Play Pretend msalexwp
Jegulus
Only The Brave Solmussa
You Signed Up For This Solmussa
Kill Your Darlings Messermoon (this counts for wolfstar and rosekiller too!)
Blue and Yellow Skies Alarainai
Drarry
What We Pretend We Can't See gyzym
Everybody Hates A Tourist wolfpants
Running on Air eleventy7
Terrible People wolfpants
Way Down We Go xiaq
Draco Malfoy and The Mirror of Ecidyrue starbrigid
Dramione
Measure of A Man inadaze22
Remain Nameless heyjude19
selfxconclusion spicyxpisces
Beginning and End mightbewriting
How to Win Friends and Influence People OlivieBlake
Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love isthisselfcare
Jily
Shelf Awareness ghostofbambi
Room Service ClaudiaWrites
MISC
A Dress With Pockets PacificRimbaud
The Audacity of Lavender Brown malpal132
Devil's Snare All The Way Down malpal132
#lanas crying again#wolfstar#drarry#jegulus#jily#panville#please this is not even half of them I'll be so honest#but if you saw how many words I've read this past year you'd judge me#love u bye
842 notes
·
View notes
Text
Three of a Perfect Pair
summary: in which you're invited to join.
warnings: reader is invited for a moment into wolfstar's relationship. not poly!marauders. threesome. mentions of a posessive sirius. hinted at remus being the dom.
words: 665.
notes: honestly i'm a little disappointed in myself with this one. it just doesn't feel as good as earlier works and i think that's because i've been sick.
This was not what you’d expected when the boys first approached you. Both Remus and Sirius seemed so confident in themselves and secure in their relationship, and the thought of them inviting a third person, let alone you, seemed entirely insane. You knew that Sirius and Remus were wildly possessive of each other, but they'd insisted it was okay, and you'd agreed.
The rules were made perfectly clear—you weren't to be intimate with either of them unless the other was present. You weren't to flirt with them or touch them without the others explicit permission. And you weren't dating them. And that was fine.
But this, your current circumstance with the two boys, was not at all what you'd been expecting; in fact, it exceeded your expectations. Remus had laid himself on the bed, demanding that you both straddle him—Sirius on his waist and you on his face. It amazed you how talented Remus was and how he could split his focus so beautifully between the two of you.
His wicked tongue snacked between your slick folds, prodding at your hole with expertise, making you gasp into Sirius’ kiss. Remus grabbed your hips to pull you against his mouth as Sirius slowly seated himself on his cock, causing both of your lips to part in breathy moans felt against the others tongues. Sirius looked like a beautiful piece of art, with his lips parted and his inky-black hair a mess, as he took every inch of his lover while his own cock bobbed beautifully against his stomach.
You wanted to take him in your hands to feel how hard he was beneath your fingers. You wanted to take him in your mouth until the wiry black hairs at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You could do neither. Sirius fisted a hand in your hair to cement your mouth to his so that he could kiss you as though it were his last night on earth.
It was messy— with open mouth, teeth, tongue, and saliva. You weren't going to complain, not when Remus’ tongue was driving you closer and closer to orgasm in record time. Sirius fondled you without shame or hesitation, touching here, there, and everywhere he could reach, paying special attention to your nipples as he pawed your breasts with heavy hands.
Unable to help yourself, you reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him with slow, firm flicks of your wrist while Remus' thrust into him. He felt like iron beneath your fingers, impossibly hard. You were both lost, entirely under Remus' control. You cried out when the boy's tongue pushed through your folds and into your hole, causing your thighs to shudder and shake around his head.
"T-here!"
Your voice was muffled by Sirius' tongue in your mouth, but Remus understood and prodded with his tongue again, hitting the same spot again and again. You braced a hand against his abdomen, which dipped beneath your touch as pleasure rippled through him in time with both of yours.
“Oh, fuck!” Sirius gasped against your lips.
If all of your senses weren't heightened and drawn so tight within your body, you would have been embarrassed about how quickly you came—a record time, to be sure. Had it been five minutes? More or less? It truly didn't matter. White-hot pleasure lashed through your body, starting in your toes and crawling up your spine until it was pouring from your mouth and into Sirius', where it retraced its path down his spine.
Fireworks exploded like the Fourth of July behind your closed eyelids. But it wasn’t just fireworks. It was like shooting stars and meteor showers, and the northern lights were dancing through your veins, setting your whole body alight.
You felt Sirius twitch beneath your fingers, felt Remus’ stomach dip beneath your hand, and felt him groan against your cunt, as they followed swiftly behind you, hurting towards their own release like a train with its breaks cut.
#sirius black smut#remus lupin smut#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius black x remus lupin#wolfstar#wolfstar smut#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#wolfstar x reader#sirius black fanfiction#remus lupin fanfiction#sirius black imagine#remus lupin imagine
417 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Let it once be me"
Wolfstar microfic | Word count: 984 | ttpdmicrofic
@my-castles-crumbling
Sirius was crying in his bed.
Remus could hear him quietly sobbing beneath the covers. He usually couldn't, not when the other boy was always so careful to cast silence charms when he was having a bad night, but he could hear him now, and the sound of it was threatening to tear him apart.
Remus had never seen Sirius cry, at least not openly. Sirius never let him see him in that state; he always tried to run away from him to James or even Peter to comfort him when something happened. It was usually family matters, or at least that's what Remus thought, since Sirius would never open up to him. It hurt him, knowing that Sirius was in any type of pain, knowing that anyone had the power to make him look so vulnerable, and it hurt him that Sirius never trusted him with his secrets the way Remus trusted Sirius with his; he trusted him blindly with his secrets, with every single thought that made him who he was. Yet Sirius seemed to be breaking apart too often lately, and he couldn't even stand to look at Remus right in the eyes when it happened.
He got out of his own bed and followed the sound of Sirius's tears. They stopped instantly, and Remus knew Sirius must have heard him.
"Sirius?" Remus whispered close to the curtains. A noise close to a choke came out of them, and then Sirius emerged from behind, not meeting Remus's gaze.
"Sorry I woke you up," Sirius sniffed. Remus knew that the reason he was trying to look in the opposite direction was because Remus could see perfectly in the dark, and he didn't want him to see his red eyes and swollen face. "I was just—"
"What's wrong?" Remus asked before Sirius could finish, trying to be as gentle as possible. What if the reason Sirius never talked to him was because he was bad with words? Because he was too cold? "Sirius, please talk to me."
"It's nothing, just..." Sirius swallowed, closing his eyes. "I will just talk to James in the morning."
That was like a punch in the stomach to hear, because Remus was right there, yet Sirius preferred to wait hours to speak with James about it, and if he couldn't, Remus knew he would prefer not to talk about it at all.
"I—am I too harsh? Do you think I wouldn't understand? That I would judge you?" Remus couldn't wrap his mind around what Sirius might think of him, and maybe that was his own fault for trying so hard to keep a facade for everyone else. "I know you don't trust me, and that's fine; you don't have to, but just please—"
"Fuck, Remus, I trust you with my life," Sirius finally looked at him, and the only thing Remus could see in his beautiful blue eyes was pure sadness. "I trust you with everything I am; this has nothing to do with trust."
"Then what?" Remus almost shouted, almost forgetting it was three in the morning and the rest of his friends were sleeping peacefully. "Why do you always push me away when you're feeling down? Why would you never talk to me? Why is it always James, Peter, or even sometimes the girls? Sirius, please, just... let it be me; let it once be me."
Sirius was looking at him with wide eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice sounded so small it almost made Remus cry.
"It has always been you," He said those words as if they were the secret of the creation of the universe, as if that was the answer Remus had been waiting for. "It has always been you; everyone knows it but you."
"What are you—"
"You're the reason I try to be strong, the reason I try to stop the tears from falling and the heart from aching, because you once told me I was the bravest boy you've ever met, but I am not, Remus, not anymore, and I cannot stand to look at you when I am a bloody tangle of sadness for something so fucking stupid."
"Siriu—"
"And you're so... you, and in everything I do, in every decision I take, there's always your name in the back of my mind, and I want you to love me so fucking bad, but how could you ever do that when I'm just a pile of disaster and sadness?"
"I love you," Remus responded almost immediately without even thinking about it, meaning every word. "I love you—the brave you, the sad you, the disaster you. That's not changing, Sirius, ever; there's nothing you could do or say that would make me feel different about you; you dont need to pretend with me, to hide. I thought we stopped hiding from each other a long time ago."
"You just—you don't understend, Remus; you would not be saying this if you knew how I feel about you. You don't love me the way I love you; you don't—"
"I do," Remus whispered softly. He bent down slightly to remove Sirius's hand from his face and took it between his own, kissing his knuckles. "I really fucking do."
Sirius held his breath the moment Remus spoke those words, his hand almost shaking when Remus lifted it to touch his lips. His eyes were mostly full of something like surprise and disbelief; but behind all of that, Remus could see love—oh, so much love.
"So..." Remus spoke when Sirius didn't. "Can it be me? Please? Just this one time."
And then Sirius finally smiled, a tender expression crossing his face. “Maybe it’s time we let it be us.”
#ttpdmicrofic#wolfstar microfic#marauders microfic#wolfstar#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#remus lupin#sirius black#remus john lupin#remus loves sirius#sirius x lupin#sirius and remus#remus x sirius#sirius orion black#moony#padfoot#moony and padfoot#moony x padfoot#marauders#the marauders#marauders fandom#marauders era#the marauders era#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#dead gay wizards#dead gay wizards from the 70s#my writing
162 notes
·
View notes
Text
The one With The Heat Wave (1/2)
Part 1/2
Wolfstar x reader Sirius Black x reader Remus Lupin x reader Sirius Black x Remus Lupin Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin
Established couple (throuple), Hint of possible Poly!marauders x reader to come?
Feel free (after reading) to let me know where you guys would like part 2 to go…
Summary: Reader is very (sexually) frustrated, it’s also far, far too hot out
Warnings: Sexual Content (but no smut…yet)
Some fluff
Word Count: 1.1k
The heat wave started a week ago. And it had been a week since either of your boyfriends had touched you.
You’re sitting in between them in one of Bins’s history of magic lectures, right at top of the cascading auditorium, both the farthest row away from the ground - and your terribly boring lecturer. Everyone’s breath is coming out in tight puffs and long sighs, and that smell of sweat hangs heavy in the air.
‘You’d think they’d take pity on us’, Sirius says, aggressively fanning his face. He’s more pink than he should be, and his face is dotted almost entirely in perfectly round baubles of sweat.
‘Surely this classifies as youth endangerment’, James chimes in from the row below you, and you can almost imagine the steam sizzling up from the top of his head. It’s far too hot, and everyone in the room but the ghost is feeling it.
‘Didn’t McGonagall say something about a charm on the walls to cool the air down?’, Sirius asks to no one in particular.
‘We’re in bloody Scotland Padfoot, there’s no way she was being serious’, Remus pants, sparing Sirius a glace that somehow manages to be equally sympathetic as it is exasperated. The heat has got everyone on a short fuse. But worst of all neither of the boys have touched you beyond tight chaste kisses, and gentle pats to skin in almost a week. Since this hellfire decided to settle above ground.
Remus has got his sleeves rolled all the way up. His muscles and vascular veins are more than poking out from his now near-translucent white school shirt. You know some of the Hufflepuff girls two seats over have noticed too, most definitely fanning themselves over more than just the hot air. It’s almost as nauseating. The smell isn’t helping either. The perspiration of the other 30 students in the room pales in comparison to the men right next to you. Their smell, the heavy breathing, and the undoubtedly sticky bodies beside you keep your mind entirely unsettled. Drawing your thoughts helplessly back to nights, and days spent in beds, bathtubs and broom closets. You hear your overworking heartbeat in two places at once, as blood rushes to your head and then all the way back down again.
‘Shhhh quiet, I can’t hear what he’s saying’, you chastise, motioning to Bins, your only hope is distracting yourself long enough to wait out this dry spell.
‘Sweetheart, no one can hear what he’s saying, he’s been mumbling for the last half hour’, Remus says.
‘And even if he wasn’t with the way everyone seems to be breathing like rabid dogs in here that would surely drown him out regardless’, Sirius adds, placing a gentle hand on your exposed thigh. The head rush is instant, like huffing a pack of cigarettes, or being doused in ice cold water. Then Sirius is retracting his hand back to fan his face. Leaving you to contemplate the newfound wetness between your legs. These slivers of contact were all you had to go on over the past week. Light touches, grazes and slip ups here and there. Far too minimal and devastatingly un-satisfying. It made your head spin, and your fingers tingle. You'd put on a brave face, but the waiting game was finally catching up to you.
‘I really don’t feel well’, you say, furrowing your brows together, gripping the wooden chair beneath you tightly. Desperately trying to bring balance to your very out of balance mind and body.
‘You and me both Y/N’, Sirius says under his breath, before turning to take notice of your genuinely sickly state. In an instant he’s fanning you instead, desperately, and with both hands.
Remus turns to look at you, and he isn’t able to hide his concern.
‘Ohhh, my baby’, he coos, clasping his hands on either cheek to wipe your sweat away. You cross your legs in an instant.
‘Is it all too much for you?’ he continues, and you nod desperately between his hands, gripping onto his wrists to keep them there. It’s strangely counterintuitive. It’s the hottest week the Scottish Highlands have seen, probably ever, and you’re in despair to be touched. When you should really be shrinking away from any skin-to-skin contact. Somehow their attention is your salvation, the eternal cool to the blistering heat.
Remus leans down to nip at your neck then, stealing a sweet kiss and a quick bite to the skin, soothing it with his tongue. And you fucking moan in your history of magic lecture. You’re reaching delirium, you really can’t be held accountable. Thank Godric, amongst the room full of overheating, whining students it isn’t particularly out of place. But even if someone pulled you up on it, you’re not sure you’d be embarrassed. Sirius’s hand returns to your thigh, gripping much tighter than before, sliding the tips of his fingers ever closer to the hem of your ruffled school skirt. Oh, they've definitely caught on. You start whimpering, practically shaking with need. ‘How about we head back up to the dorm? how does that sound?’, Sirius whispers in your ear, and you nod frantically. Remus is just looking at you, his hands still softly clasping your cheeks. His eyes gone black; pupils widened beyond belief.
‘Just a reminder, public indecency is a crime’, James quips sharply from the row in front, his body contortioned to look at you from behind him. He sounds more frustrated than he does humorous in his remark, quite out of character for him. You’re not sure how long he’s been watching you three. Lost in your daze. He looks more out of it than he did just a minute ago, and his eyes lock onto yours. His lips are bitten, with sly traces of shredded skin, and he’s most definitely panting, as Sirius put it earlier: “like a rabid dog”. Your two boyfriends glance between each other, subtle knowing smirks gracing their lips.
‘Jealous, Prongs?’, Sirius tests, leaning forward endearingly, so the ends of his longer hair fan over James’s face.
‘Oh fuck off’, James whispers in defeat, and the tinge on his cheeks looks more like embarrassment than a just hot flush - as he turns his head back to face Bins at the front of the hall.
Remus and Sirius keep their eyes on one another for a little while, taking in James’s outburst. Some sort of silent communication takes place between them, and from the way you read them oh so easily you know they’re saying: ‘we’ll talk about that later’.
Their attention returns to you. ‘How about we head up then, dove?’, Remus says, and you know it’s not really a question.
‘y-yeah…’, you whimper, moving to stand as Sirius has already hastily packed up all your things on your behalf, slinging your bag over his shoulder. Remus keeps a firm hand around your waist, guiding the three of you out through the back of the lecture hall.
#poly!wolfstar x reader#wolfstar x reader#sirius black x reader#sirius black x remus lupin#remus lupin x reader
245 notes
·
View notes
Text
Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader
Series Masterlist | Previous episode
Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 6.2 K
Warnings: none
Prompt: You're finally settling down at Hogwarts, friendships strengthen and crushes blossom, sometimes on the most unexpected places.
This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
Chapter 6: “Crazy little Thing Called Love”
You rose, scanning your surroundings, the inky dark made it hard for you to see anything. It took a whole minute for your eyes to adjust. You saw trees all around you, as you took a single step forward, an unsettling crack echoed beneath your heel. You looked down only to realise it was the bone of a very small animal, a fox perhaps. You shivered at the thought.
Another step and a haunting howl sliced through the air, piercing your ears. Its resonance was powerful, sharp, and it reverberated deep within you, whatever monster was making that sound, it was close.
You tried to find a hiding spot but it was futile, whatever that monster was, it had already caught your scent, its primal instincts honed in on you, and you could hear it getting closer and closer. And then, it was there, right in front of you, its predatory gaze calculating which part of you it would feast on first.
“H-Hey, It’s ok, it’s me,” you stammered, a desperate attempt to reason with it, which, in all honesty, made no sense, still you clung to the idea that perhaps that would appease the beast.
Bad idea, it didn’t. It just growled back and lunged at you. You crashed back on the ground, next to the rest of the bones you had unwittingly shattered moments ago. It had a choking hold on you, robbing your breath. You heard another growl, coming from a different place when your vision started to fog, you felt like you were going to die.
“Wake up!” You heard, and suddenly opened your eyes, trying to fight the creature still, but Lily was there instead of the monster. “It’s ok,” She told you, placing her hands over your forearms that sought desperately to defend you still, “it was only a dream luv.”
You finally took a deep breath, grounding yourself. Of course, it was only a dream. Hogwarts didn’t have those kinds of monsters. You took a deep breath and looked at Lily “Did I wake you?”
She shook her head “I woke up to go to the restroom. I noticed you were struggling in bed, that’s why I came to wake you.”
You gently placed your hand over her forearm, using her to reassure yourself, she was indeed real. Eventually you smiled at her “Thank you,” you said in all honesty “I’m truly grateful I met someone like you here.”
She smiled back at you “No problem, I’m here for you, for anything, all right?” You nodded in response. “Want me to stay with you for a little while?”
You shook your head “It’s all right, I’m a lot calmer now, thanks to you. You can go back to sleep, I wouldn’t want to be the reason dear Miss Evans is sleepy in the morning.”
She laughed at that and nodded, reluctantly leaving you, as if she wasn’t sure if you were actually better or just telling her to go as if not to be a bother, which to her, you weren’t at all.
Once you were alone again you continued to take deep breaths. Nightmares were not something you had all that often, you didn’t quite know how to deal with them, so you stared at the ceiling until you finally managed to fall back asleep.
You woke up earlier than everyone again and went down to the common room with flying gear. James arrived sometime later, and Sirius minutes afterwards, complaining “It’s raining Prongs, can’t we just sleep in instead?”
James gave Sirius a stern look in response “You’re coming today too!” He acknowledged with a smile once he noticed you were there.
“Well I’m not getting any special treatment even if I know the Captain of the Quidditch team so I’ve got to be in top shape for the tryouts,” you replied with a smug smile.
He smiled back, clearly amused by your answer “All right, let’s go then. We’re doing evasion today.”
The three of you went out and did some laps around the castle. This time James had taken out a blodger and you were beating it back and forth. Once you were done you went back to the common room and changed into your uniform. Your hair was still wet when you arrived at your first class.
“Good morning everyone, my name is Horace Slughorn, I’ll be your potions teacher, please grab a piece of paper from the hat,” he said as he passed a small wizard hat turned upside down for everyone to grab a paper. Once you opened yours you saw Lily’s name appeared on it.
James, who stood right behind you leaned over your shoulder and walked to face you, leaning over to whisper “Switch with me, will you?”
You frowned and looked up at him, he had this hopeful puppy-eyed look going on, it made you gasp in surprise “You like Evans!” You teased, in a whisper too.
He looked to the side but then nodded, looking back at you with the same golden retriever look “Pretty please?”
You thought about it for a moment and leaned over to check on his paper “Who’d you get?”
“Moony,” he responded.
“He any good at potions?”
“Brilliant!” James affirmed.
You took a deep breath and handed the paper to James, “Go get her tiger!” You told him with a smile as he approached Lily. To be fair, you totally understood why someone would have a crush on Lily, in fact, it was more surprising that you hadn’t heard of anyone else being hung up on her.
There was a knock on the door, Slughorn opened the door to find a slimy-haired boy, looking like a very pissed wet rat, and allowed him to walk inside the classroom “Ah, Severus, did you get stuck in the rain?”
The boy -Severus, took a spiteful glance towards the boys and turned back to Slughorn, taking a deep breath “Something like that.”
James gave Sirius a look and a complicitous smile. You noticed Remus rolled his eyes, while Lily looked stoic, as if she was trying to hide her feelings. They clearly had some history going on.
Slughorn handed the hat to him and he picked a piece of paper, once he opened it he rolled his eyes. “Professor, can I switch…?” Slughorn shook his head.
Sirius jumped from his seat once he realised what his paper said “I’m sure we can find someone willing to–” he argued.
“–Your partners are set, and they won’t change, there was a spell on the papers,” the professor explained. James gave you a worried look but you shook your head lightly, using a changing spell to switch the names on Lily and Remus’ papers.
The greasy-haired boy took a deep breath and went to sit down at the front, Sirius followed and sat next to him, turning his back to him and rolling his eyes; so that’s why he wanted to switch, he’d been paired with the boy, you thought.
“Excellent, please, the rest of you, take your seats.”
Remus approached you then, asking if you wanted to sit in the front, you nodded in response. And the two of you walked towards a table.
“This month, we shall embark on the fascinating journey of brewing the illustrious Polyjuice Potion. Now, let me be clear—this concoction is no ordinary brew. It demands your unwavering attention, precision, and an ample dose of patience. I must confess, not everyone will master it effortlessly on their initial attempts. However, mark my words, the fundamentals are crucial for you to grasp, for who knows when fate may call upon you to employ this transformative elixir in the days to come. So, prepare yourselves, my aspiring potion-makers, for the intricate art of Polyjuice Potion awaits!”
You nodded and pulled out your book, finding the list of ingredients you would need. “It’s a complicated one,” You said, reading through the steps.
Remus nodded and winced when he started reading some of the requirements of the ingredients, “Profesor,” he said, racing his hand “Will you provide the fluxweed or…?”
"Ah, Mr. Lupin, splendid question indeed!" Said Slughorn, whose voice carried an air of geniality and indulgence. "You have touched upon a key facet of the potion we are about to undertake—the vexing nature of ingredient collection. Specifically, the delicate task of harvesting fluxweed and capturing the elusive lacewing flies. Now, my dear students, I'm afraid I cannot simply hand you these crucial components on a silver platter. Oh no! You see, the true essence of potion-making lies in experiencing the genuine challenges it presents. Therefore, I implore each of you to venture forth and procure these ingredients yourselves, immersing yourselves in the intricacies and complications inherent in brewing a potion of such calibre. May the journey to acquire them serve as a valuable lesson in the art of potion-making!"
Remus nodded in response “Of course it wouldn’t be so easy,” he mumbled and turned towards you “Wanna split?”
You nodded “You could get the fluxweed and I could capture the lacewing flies? We also need Knotgrass and shredded boomslang skin, perhaps we can get the latter with the Care of Magical Creatures teacher?”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “All thought, how about you do the fluxweed and I do Lacewing flies?” He asked, “I’m really good at catching stuff.”
You agreed “I can go with Lily next full moon,” you said with a smile “We have Care of Magical Creatures later today, right? We could ask the teacher then?”
A small Slytherin boy raised his hand from the back of the classroom “Professor, must we also dry and powder the leeches?” He asked with an air of disgust in his voice.
“Well, of course, Mr. Stradleter.”
“Of course, because I definitely can’t order them from an ingredients store,” You mumbled rolling your eyes, Remus chuckled lightly.
“In fact, you have stumbled upon the very essence of our lesson today. Step one, my dear students, involves a fascinating encounter with these lively leeches." He paused, his eyes twinkling with anticipation as he pulled a jar from his desk. The Slytherin boy held his breath at that point, staring at the leeches horrified. "Worry not, my young potion-makers, for we shall handle them with care and precision.”
“Oh, this is definitely going to go bad somehow,” Said Remus, biting his lip to avoid smiling too wide as he looked around to the rest of the tables with students looking like they wanted to run away.
“10 sickles someone ends up with at least 10 leeches stuck to their skin.”
Remus turned to you with raised eyebrows and a little smile. “Deal.” He said and the two of you shook hands.
Later on in the class, Peter who was sitting next to a Slytherin girl and was right behind Sirius and Severus, realised slimy-old Snape had pulled his hair up to focus on the leeches when drying them and had taken the opportunity to carefully levitate some of his own leeches towards Severus’ neck. Unwittingly causing you to win the bet against Remus. Once the class was over, poor Severus had over 20 leeches all over his neck and back.
“Sirius bloody BLACK! What the hell have you done?” He roared when he realised he had leeches on his neck.
Sirius raised his hands with an innocent look on his face “I’ve been working with you all class, not that I like it, but I’ve done nothing to you.”
“Professor!” Severus whined.
“I’ve been closely monitoring your progress,” Slughorn said “Mr. Black has been dutifully working on the drying process alongside you.”
Severus rolled his eyes, clearly feeling victimised. “You’re meant to be on my side!” He argued and Slughorn gave him a stern look.
Peter held back a laugh from behind. James instantly knew who it had been.
“Come here, Severus,” Slughorn waved for the boy to follow. He pulled the collar from Severus' shirt and winced when he noticed the state of his back. Snape ended up having to go to Madam Pomffrey.
Once the class was over James caught up with Peter and Sirius as they walked towards their next class “That was brilliant Wormy!” He said with a smile.
“I just saw the opportunity and took it,” he said with a small proud smile.
Sirius spoke then “That twit couldn’t even place the blame on me,” he said as he placed a satisfied arm over Peter.
“Yeah, and you lost me 10 sickles,” complained Remus as he caught up to them.
“Yeah, thank you, Peter,” You said with a smile as you walked past them toward Marlene.
“You made a bet? With (Y/N)?” James asked Remus, raising his eyebrows, who just shrugged in response.
Once you reached Marlene you went straight to the point “Why do they dislike Severus so much?” You asked her.
“He used to be Lily’s friend. But then he called her a slur,” Marlene explained.
Mary, who was walking beside you whispered “She called her a mud-blood.”
You gave her an incredulous look “He called her that?” Marlene nodded, you exhaled with indignation, “He deserves a lot more leechers then.”
Your next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. A tall, elegant-looking lady in her forties, who you recognized as the head of Hufflepuff, Seraphina Nightshade, was your teacher. She moved with the regalness of a ballerina around the room. In the class, she went through the basics of some strong defensive spells, left an investigation assignment and invited the students to join the Dueling club that would start next week, after classes.
You toyed with the idea in your head. Duelling was fun in your older School, you didn’t exactly know how good the students would be at Hogwarts but you pride yourself on having sharp reflexes. When Defense Against the Dark Arts was over, you all walked towards the Great Hall, at that point Mary asked Marlene to go get something from the room with her and the two diverted from the group.
“So… What are we going to do for Marlene’s birthday?” Beth asked standing in front of you, Lily and the boys.
“Oh, it’s her birthday soon?” You asked.
“September 10th, that’s… next, next Friday” Peter replied “I’m planning to get her a cake, I’ve already talked to the kitchen elves about it and everything.”
“And we’re getting some firewisky,” said Sirius pointing at James and back at himself.
“Last time you got firewisky–“ Lily started, but was interrupted by James, who placed an arm over her shoulder.
“–That wasn’t our fault,” he said defensively “That Ackley boy got us some weird stuff he was brewing in his room.”
“Yeah, and everyone was burping out purple bubbles for a week!”
Beth laughed, “Yeah, that was epic.”
Lily shot her a glance, and she shrugged in response “Ackley’s illegal brewery almost got discovered!”
“Don’t be such a wuss, Evans!” Said Sirius “We got a different dealer this time. They’re buying it at the Three Broomsticks.”
“Who? Is it someone from seventh?”
“We can’t tell you, it’s top secret,” Said Remus, who was walking beside you, “Wanna help me with the decorations? We’re gonna do over the common room.” You nodded.
“Gryffindor parties are THE parties of the school.” Said Peter, “Totally exclusive, you can only come if a Gryffindor invites you directly.”
“Then it’s settled!” Said Beth “I can tag along Remus and (Y/N) for decorations, if that’s all right?”
You both nodded, then Lily spoke “I’ll see over the snacks with Mary, then.”
“Ohh, hold up!” Said Beth “Someone needs to invite Holden Crawford.”
“The Ravenclaw seeker? Whatever for?” Asked Sirius.
“It’s Marlene’s crush,” admitted Lily.
“Oh,” Responded Sirius with an insinuating face “Want us to slip some amorentia in his drink that day too?”
“Of course not Sirius! You especially know how bad those kinds of potions can hit.”
“Does he now?” You teased “Sounds like a story I wanna hear.”
“You won’t,” responded Sirius sternly.
At the same time, James leaned down towards you and whispered over your ear “I’ll tell you all about it.”
“So… Holden Crawford?” Beth insisted, bringing everyone back to the topic at hand.
“I don’t know him,” shrugged James.
“Me neither,” responded Sirius.
“I know he’s chummy with Alexander Wood,” Said Peter “They got paired up in potions first year and became really good friends, even if they’re different houses.”
“Alex, the Hufflepuff Head Boy, Alex?” You asked. Peter nodded. “Oh, I’ll invite them.” You said matter of factly. Everyone turned towards you. They were all thinking the same, how the hell had you met Alexander Wood? “He brought me here on my first day,” you explained, “took me to Dumbledore’s office to get sorted.”
“Aaaah,” said Peter as he nodded.
“Fantastic,” said Beth excitedly “Godric Heavens, (Y/N) the brave got sent to us!”
“(Y/N) the brave?” Asked Sirius incredulous.
“Oh, Puppy… You don’t want me to talk about the zip lines, do you?” You teased. He instantly tensed up, the boys did too, but you didn’t notice.
“P-puppy?” Peter stammered.
“I gave him that nickname back on our trip, he insisted a tiger would win over a lion.”
The boys weren’t sure how that related to Sirius being called Puppy but they relaxed when they realised it didn’t have anything to do with their secret. “Good thing we already had nicknames when you arrived,” said James as playfully nudged you with his shoulder. You laughed.
“Don’t know about that,” said Beth “I’d rather be Puppy than Wormtail.”
“Oi!” Complained Peter “Wormtail’s a fine nickname, thank you very much.” By then you had already arrived at the Great Hall, Marlene and Mary joining you shortly after.
For dinner, there was Roast Beef, Shepards Pie, Bangers and Mash and these absolutely killer Buttered New Potatoes. They were so good you’d served yourself twice. Once you were done you started feeling drowsy, it often happened to you when you overate, so you gently let your head fall over Sirius’ shoulder, who was sitting beside you.
“You okay?” He asked, turning his head towards you lightly, trying not to move you as much.
You nodded, still on his shoulder “I ate too much,” you complained, then took in a deep breath “and we still have another class…”
“I can carry you there,” he offered.
You turned to him with a frown “And risk me puking on you?”
He shrugged, “If it’ll make you feel better.” You chuckled lightly, sometimes you really didn’t understand Sirius. Some days he was at your throat trying to win you on whatever game you made up on flying practice, and then he’d come out and say things like that.
You stared at his pretty face for a minute before shaking your head and going back to lay on his shoulder, “It’s alright Puppy, I’m sure it’ll go away on the way there.”
He didn’t even seem to mind you calling him puppy all that much either, in that particular moment. You might have fallen asleep on Sirius’ shoulder, since next thing you knew, Lily was shaking you lightly and telling you it was time for your next class.
The teacher of Care for Magical Creatures, Silvanus Kettleburn, was quite a character, to say the least, he had white hair, styled in a very rockstar kind of way, a metal claw for a hand and a white bandage covering one of his eyes. If Remus looked like a sexy novel Pirate, Kettleburn looked like the villain pirate the main character was forced to get married to before Remus came to rescue her. The funniest thing about the man was this extremely high-pitched voice with which he introduced himself, totally contrasting with his gruff pirate vibe and attitude. He said something about trying out a new draught that had made his voice squeaky, but it still took a whole lot of energy to keep your face straight when he spoke.
He said this month you’d be taking care of fireworms, and explained that they should be taken care of with extreme precautions since they could easily explode if not being cared for properly, if they saw the moon, or simply if they felt threatened by whoever was caring for them. He mentioned they would start small but they could grow up to 10 feet tall, and that they were the cause of many monsters and horror stories the muggles told to their children. He handed every single one of you a small box, of about 3 inches, with a worm in it, explaining how you’d have to get the worm used to you before transferring it to a bigger box, once it was large enough. “You must be very careful, and you must not forget to feed them, or they might explode too.”
You took in a sharp breath, looking down at the little box, how could such a small creature be so dangerous?, You wondered as you carefully set him to the side, as if not to disturb him much. During the the class you learned that your fireworm wasn’t actually a he, but a she, and after getting some encouragement from Kettlebrun, you ended up naming her Pyro Princess. Neatly writing the name on a label that the professor had handed over. In the middle of the class, you heard a small explosion, it came from a tall Slytherin boy that stood beside Severus, who quickly performed agumenti to turn off the fire.
“Excellent problem-solving skills Mr. Snape,” Kettleburn said with his squeaky voice “10 points for Slytherin.”
“But it was Rosier who caused the explosion,” Tom complained, “That should definitely take some points from them, right?”
Beth gave him a thumbs up while Kettleburn gave it a thought “You are indeed right Mr, Harrow, Evan Rosier will get a 5 points penalty for his aggravation.” Snape rolled his eyes and placed his own label on top of his worm while the professor handed a new worm to Evan.
“Whoever has the largest worm by the end of the course, will get an automatic A,” he said before he dismissed everyone and their worms.
At that point Lily approached you, “Today’s the first reunion of the study club, we’ll be working on some homework together if you wanna join,” said Lily.
You nodded in response, “I’ll just take this little girl to a safe place and see you there, yeah?”
You parted ways with Lily once you were back inside the castle. From what Kettelebrun had explained, fireworms liked peaceful environments, and while your dorm was peaceful enough, you really did not want to burn the Gryffindor tower down because of a mishap, so you decided that the safest way to keep her was somewhere in the passageways Remus had taken you to on the first day. Once you were inside you saw another light further in the passage. Turning yours off and walking behind it quietly.
“Anyone there?” You heard a very familiar voice.
“Remus?” You asked him, turning the light of your wand back on.
“(Y/N)? What on earth are you doing here? it’s a whole labyrinth inside these tunnels, you could’ve gotten lost without a guide.”
“I’m rather good with mazes,” you said with a smile “but uh… I’m here because I wanted to find a good hiding spot for Pyro Princess.”
“You mean, your fireworm?” He asked with his eyebrows raised “You called it, Pyro Princess?!”
“Well, It’s a fireworm! What did you call yours?”
“I called him Number 1.”
“Number one? And you’re making fun of Pyro Princess?”
He gave you a stern look “I didn’t wanna get attached to it, in case it blew up.”
“Now, that’s just setting yourself up for failure. But fret not, I’m sure if we team up we can keep both Pyro and Nummie alive.”
“Nummie? Now you gave it a cutesy name too.”
“It’s just short for Number 1,” you exclaimed “So, Mr. Guide, please take us to a safe, non often used area.”
“Fine, follow me,” he said and the two of you walked through the tunnels until you found a decent hole in the wall to place the two worms. You performed a small protection charm on top of them and Remus added a small light orb on top of them to give them some light. “They’ll be alright, yeah?” He asked, to which you nodded.
“I’m thinking of brewing some calming draught, to add a few drops to their water, so that way they won’t get so anxious.”
“Oh, I’ve got some,” he said, pulling a bottle from his pocket. You frowned but decided not to question it as he placed a couple of drops on their water source. Who knows maybe Remus was a naturally anxious guy and he needed it, or maybe he was just gonna use it for a prank.
When the two of you were down with the little home area you’d created for your worms, you walked together towards the library. Lily was already sitting on a round table, Beth was by her right, and a smaller blonde girl by her left. As soon as she saw the two of you she smiled and waved “You made it.”
“Bumped into Remus on the way too.” You told her as you sat in front of her, next to Tom. Remus sat in between you and the blonde girl, who you later learned was Nina Blythe, a Ravenclaw a year younger who always joined the study group, to learn about more advanced stuff. On a table beside you were several kids from even lower years who would often stand up to ask Lily and Remus for advice or help with their classes.
You pulled out some parchment and decided to start working on your runes essay for Divination since it was the thing that would require the least effort. You’d kept your runes on a little felt bag and took them out to start writing about it; you knew most things from the top of your head. Once you were done you started working on your DADA assignment. Standing up to pull some books from the library about defensive spells you’d need. Once you returned to your spot you noticed Beth was desperately looking through a book.
“All good?” You asked her, trying to be nice.
She shook her head “I just can’t find this fucking rune anywhere.”
“Language Beth!” Lily complained, “There are children around.”
“I’m so gonna fail…”
“May I?” You asked as you extended your hand, she placed the rune on it and you brought it back to give it a closer look. “Ah... It’s Hagalaz!” you explained “It’s hard to find it because in this set it looks a lot more like an N than an H, but it’s this one,” you pointed at one of the runes in a book she had discarded earlier “It means Hail… So basically it comes from a natural disaster, em… it means that… an unavoidable change that is out of your hands will be presented to you. How destructive it might be, depends on how capable you are of weathering its storm. Kinda like The Tower in Tarot,” you finally gave the little stone back to Beth.
Everyone at the table now turned to look at you, with an air of surprise in their faces “Thought you said you weren’t good with divination,” said Tom.
“I just…” you sighed, “I don’t want to be another divination teacher’s pet.” You responded “And I’d already seen runes a couple of years ago.”
Remus gave you a rather apprehensive look while Tom handed over another rune for you to check. Eventually, you helped everyone with the divination homework, since the set of runes Professor Spellman had handed over to revise had weird shapes on most of the little stones.
The little Ravenclaw girl next to Remus seemed disinterested in the divination stuff and just stared at her spellbook, drawing little stars and hearts over the edges. When you sat back down in your chair, you realised that in fact, she hadn’t done any work at all so far, she had her spell book and a parchment out, but it was pretty empty, and she just scribbled some random notes every now and then. You wondered why she was in a study group if she didn’t have any homework to do when you noticed her giving Remus a quick glance, before going straight back to her book. You leaned back in your chair, lousily grabbing your charms book and started “reading” while you continued to analyse her behaviour.
She would read her book, the same page she’d been on since the beginning of study group, an hour ago. Then she would scribble something illegible on her parchment, and then she’d give Remus, who was completely oblivious a quick glance. She’d play with her hair, and then go back to drawing on the edge of her book, ready to repeat the process all over again. You were almost completely certain she was madly involved with Remus, but you had to confirm your theory.
So you cut out a small piece of parchment and wrote: “follow my lead” and passed the note over to Lily from under the table. She gave you a confused glance but nodded.
“Hey Rem,” You called quietly so as not to disturb the rest, he turned to you, raising an eyebrow at the nickname “Would you mind helping me with this assignment on potions?” You asked politely, pointing at a specific one in your book “I’m not sure I know exactly how to explain this particular step, with different words.”
“Ugh…. Maybe you could use crushing?”
“Yeah, I thought about it too, but I’m not sure crushing works, since it’s more like really, really fine pieces.”
Yeah, it was a tricky question, all right? But you had to make it sound believable.
“Do you think Lily would know?” You asked.
He thought about it for a second and nodded, he then leaned towards the Ravenclaw girl “Hey Nina,” he said politely, and she turned to him, almost shocked he was talking to her “Would you mind switching with Lily for a minute?” He asked with a smile. She seemed taken aback but nodded. Standing up to switch with your redheaded friend.
You leaned closer to Remus then, almost crossing past him to talk to Lily, who seemed puzzled. You were never so much in other people’s personal space, not that Remus was bothered by it, in fact, he wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, he found the warmth your body emitted rather soothing. But Nina? Nina was absolutely pissed. She was shooting daggers at Lily and you as if you both had just kissed her fiancé. In retrospect, if a new girl showed up in a year and she was all over your crush, you might’ve been just as angry, but you wouldn’t make it so obvious. She was damn lucky everyone else was too busy looking at their books or they all would’ve known by now.
“Oh, you can use something like make a fine dust with the dried fairyleaves,” She said after thinking about it for a bit, she then gave you an expectant look, asking if what she’d done was fine, you nodded, with a little smile.
“Oh, that’s perfect, actually,” You said as you leaned back to your place. Feeling how much colder it was without Remus’ body heat irradiating all over you “Thanks,” you told Lily and then turned to Nina “To you too love, for switching so Lily could help.” Nina nodded, still looking a bit pissed nonetheless. You continued working on your homework assignments for a while.
At some point, you heard Tom yawn, and a couple of minutes later he was excusing himself, saying he’d finish a different day. Beth decided to walk with him. The smaller children had also started going to their dorms. As the library emptied it grew chiller, so you pulled your backpack to your knees and started looking through it, you were certain you’d packed your sweater in there, but maybe you hadn’t.
Nina checked her watch and rushed out of the library.
“Everything alright?” Remus asked when he noticed.
You turned to him and nodded “I was just looking for my sweater, I guess I left it at the dorms.”
“I’ve got mine here,” he said, pulling it out of his bag and hanging it over.
You looked at the sweater, he’d already taken it out, and you didn’t want him to feel bad, so you glanced over at Nina, you didn’t want to make her upset by taking Remus’ sweater either, but she had already left, so you took it from his hands with a smile and thanked him. Pulling it over your head in one swift movement. It was big and warm, and it smelled so nice, you were thankful you didn’t reject it. You stayed in the library until about 9 pm, when Lily yawned and checked the clock on the wall behind you, realising how late it was.
“Oh, we must go, it’s time for dinner,” she said as she started to place her things in her bag. Remus and you followed suit, you placed your parchment in between one of your larger books so the ink wouldn’t run before putting it away. Once you had everything in your bags the three of you started walking towards the Great Hall. Lily switched over to walk by your side and you were left walking in between your two friends “What was the whole potions thing about?” She asked you.
“Oh… I had to test a hypothesis,” you explained, she looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for further explanation “The little Ravenclaw girl, Nina? I thought it was odd she was in our study group but spent most of her time just drawing in her notebook.”
Lily frowned, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen Nina do a lot of homework last year either “And?” She pressed.
“Oh, she’s got a massive crush on Remus.”
“Ahhhh” Remus said as he downed him, “so that’s why you were calling me Rem and being all chummy.”
“I wanted to see her reaction,” you shrugged. “She was pretty pissed when she had to switch seats with Lily, I think she low-key hates us now. But…” you did a dramatic pause “She seems nice,” you teased Remus.
“She looks 12, (Y/N)!” Remus said, shaking his head in disbelief.
“But she’s got pretty eyes,” you argued back, and it was true, she had this very beautiful doe-eye look going on, and her eyes were a very intense blue.
“Who’s got pretty eyes?” Asked Sirius, who’d spotted you from behind and approached right in the middle of a conversation.
“A girl that likes Remus,” replied Lily.
“I’d say she’s madly in love with him, but I guess likes works too,” you corrected.
Sirius raised his eyebrows with a little smirk “Moony boy, were you planning on getting a girlfriend without asking for permission?”
Remus shrugged and shoved Sirius “As if I needed your permission to date someone.”
“But you do! I’m your best friend!” The shorter boy insisted “Doesn’t he Lily?”
“Remus can make his own decisions,” she shrugged.
Remus smiled, and Sirius approached you instead, clenching to your arm “You have to back me up in this one love,” he said playfully, “go ahead, tell Remus he definitely needs permission from his best friends before dating someone.”
You raised your eyebrow at him, “Not sure about permission Puppy… maybe a 3-day notice?” you teased.
“3 days? At least a week, so we get used to the idea!”
“When have you ever given us so much as a notice?” Retorted Remus.
Sirius threw his head back dramatically “Moony, you know me, I’ve never dated anyone…” Remus gave him an incredulous look “Not seriously at least.”
“Ironic,” you said, Lily laughed.
“Besides, if you dated someone, I feel like you would date them date them, not just hook up with them,” Sirius continued.
Remus laughed at that “What makes you think I haven’t hooked up with anyone?”
Sirius seemed taken aback “Because you’ve never told me?”
“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Pads,” Remus responded, Lily nodded in agreement.
“Hold up!” Sirius said in shock, finally letting your arm free “Are you implying you’ve been secretly hooking up with people?” Remus only laughed in return. “Remus?!”
“Sorry Pads,” he said walking in front of him with a shit-eating grin “There are some things about me, you’ll never know.”
Sirius exhaled, defeated and grabbed your arm again “You would tell me if you hooked up with someone, right?”
You raised your eyebrows, giving Remus a quick glance, he shrugged in response, and you turned your head to Sirius “Sure Puppy, you’ll be the first one to know.” You said ironically.
“Good.” You were pretty sure he hadn’t understood your sarcasm, but Remus had and he was holding back a laugh.
By the time you arrived at the Great Hall, it was almost empty, dinner had been at 7pm, and they stopped serving at 10, so it made sense only a couple students were left. Peter and Marlene joined you for dinner later, Mary had eaten with Tom earlier and was already back at the dorms according to Mars, and James was in a quidditch team reunion with the 7th years.
Series Masterlist | Next Chapter
TAGLIST: @rayrlupin @callmelovergirl @warcelia @ireneop @endversewinchester @moonyunebi @smuttysluttybitch @mazzymoons @vmpir3lvr @drugs-for-memes @sofiacblair @remuslupinisbae @rabluver @willgrahamisalesbi4n @thatobsessedreader
Leve a comment telling me if you wanna be tagged on Gilded Constellations
Want to support me? Consider buying me a Ko-Fi <3 or just reblogging this post, also guys, I absolutely love reading your comments, so do throw them my way if you have any!
Raead more Marauders Fiction
A/N: Hope you enjoy this one, and what can I say? I def have a thing for big sweaters and Remus. / Also, guys, I wanted to take this little moment to thank you, I'm still working on my 400 followers celebration gifts and somehow, I now have 500, that's insane! You guys are incredible, also thank you for all the love you're showing The Five Senses, specially sights, I was not expecting almost 1000 notes and yet... I truly am filled with joy, atm, thank you for everything.
#imagine#one shot#oneshot#marauders x reader#poly marauders#marauders era#marauders x you#marauders imagine#the marauders x y/n#moony#padfoot#poly!marauders fluff#poly!marauders imagine#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x you#wolfstar#wolfstar x you#wolfstar x reader#wolfstar x y/n#sirius black fluff#sirius oneshot#sirius x y/n#sirius x reader#sirius x you#remus lupin x y/n#remus x reader#remus x you#Remus Lupin#sirius black#remus lupin x reader
251 notes
·
View notes
Text
Day 31 - Prompt: New Beginning @jegulus-microfic
December Daily Series - 480 words
<<<Previous Part OR Start Here
“Handsome, you’re just so bloody handsome,” James whispered before tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t believe I get to kiss you. Can I kiss you again?”
“Stop asking stupid questions.”
Regulus lifted onto his tiptoes and reclaimed his lips. He refused to hold back. This was more than a kiss, it was a new beginning. It left all doubt behind and blazed a fresh path instead.
This kiss also revealed the desperation burning in his chest, exposing far more than he ever thought he would. More than was safe to show a bloke with such a precarious hold on his heart, who could crush it at any moment. Regulus tore open his chest and gave James full access to the most vulnerable part of him, with their second kiss.
Too much. Too vulnerable. Run!
As soon as he pulled back, James’s fingers flexed in his hair. He didn’t hold him in place, but he didn’t let go either. “Please, don’t run away from me this time?”
James’s equally desperate plea broke through his anxiety. Regulus met his hopeful gaze with a shaky breath. He nodded, then closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against James’s shoulder. The sandalwood soap that lingered on James’s skin soothed his frayed nerves and eased the tension he’d gathered in his shoulders.
This is different. He is different.
James wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “This feels special, Regulus, and I think you feel it too. I’ll prove it as many times as you need me to, but I have a good feeling about us.”
Regulus squeezed him tighter, too choked by emotion to respond. This did feel special, as well as completely mental. He couldn’t begin to explain how overwhelmed he was by whatever drew him to James. This ball of feelings that sat in the centre of his chest threatened to burst every time he let James in. Every step closer to some arbitrary “us” created another puncture.
Will it finally break me, or will I break him?
“I’m…a little broken.”
James hummed against his hair, then nuzzled in next to his ear. “I’m a very careful man when it matters, and you, Regulus Black, matter to me. I'll just hold the pieces until you puzzle them back together.”
“And if I can’t?”
“Then, I’ll be your glue.”
Regulus’s breathy laugh was equal parts relief and disbelief. James took one look at his battered heart and offered to kiss it better. He didn’t cringe at the damage or judge the state it was left in. James saw the beauty beneath the cuts and bruises.
“Are you sure you’re sticky enough, James?”
“I’ll stick around as long as you do,” James whispered, kissing his temple.
Regulus turned his head and leaned into the affection. “Then I will too.”
Part Two - Wolfstar Series
139 notes
·
View notes
Text
(8/31) prompt: takeout — 1,217 words (jealous james ft. slightly meddling wolfstar) @jegulus-microfic
The second Regulus is through the front door of the flat he shares with Sirius and James, his brother is bolting up from the couch to come toward him.
“Thank Christ, that took fucking ages,” Sirius complains, automatically taking one of the bags looped around Regulus’ fingers.
“You insisted on the Italian place, you know they’re always busy,” Regulus remarks, eyes rolling.
He follows Sirius into the kitchen, nodding at Remus on the couch in greeting as he passes. James is at the sink finishing off a few dishes and when he turns around, he immediately smiles widely.
“Oh, you’re home.”
Stopping to pick up dinner on the way home from work isn’t unusual for him, especially on nights they’ve all got typical plans. Of course, Regulus has other plans tonight, but that’s beside the point.
Still, he nods once at James, a tight smile on his face that doesn’t match the brightness shone to him. Sirius is already rifling through the bag he took, pulling out containers of their takeout and spreading them on the small kitchen table. Regulus sets the other bag down and looks toward the neon clock on the oven, pursing his lips.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” He says snidely to his brother. “I’m running late now.”
Sirius shrugs, clearly unbothered, even as Regulus huffs irritably. Continuing to shuffle through the food, Sirius collects his and Remus’ meals, stacking containers precariously to take back to the living room.
“Late for what?” James asks.
“He’s skipping movie night ‘cause he’s got a date,” Sirius answers for him on his way out of the kitchen.
Regulus resists the urge to swat the small tower of takeout containers out of his brother’s arms. It’s not that he was keeping this date a secret exactly, but he might have liked to share that information himself, for fuck’s sake. Regulus stares with narrowed eyes at the kitchen doorway for a long moment until James is shifting his attention back to him.
“A date? You’re—” He cuts off when Regulus pointedly arches one brow at him. “You’ve got a date.”
It’s not a question anymore in its finality. James’ tone has gone flat, almost unimpressed, and Regulus can’t figure out why.
“Yes, I do,” He confirms.
These last few months since Regulus left home and moved in with Sirius and his best friend have been an adjustment. In that adjusting, though, he and James have gotten strangely closer, developed some sort of friendship of their own. He’s always kept James a little at arms length, considering he’s Sirius’ best friend, first and foremost. Whatever childhood crush had ignited years ago has long-since been snuffed out.
Or so he continues to try convincing himself.
Because of his new, growing closeness with James, Regulus has come to learn some of his tells. The way he bounces on the balls of his feet when he physically can’t contain his enthusiasm. The way he ruffles his hands through his messy hair more when he’s nervous about something.
Or, like now, how his teeth snap together, jaw rolling and his hands clenching, because James is irritated.
“Is there a problem?” Regulus questions.
“No, of course not. Why would there be a problem? You’ve got a date. You’re dating.” James says the word like it’s left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. “That’s— Well, that’s just awesome, isn’t it?”
Grey eyes narrow at him, arms lifting from Regulus’ sides to fold loosely over his chest. “Right.”
“Is it someone I know?” James steps nearer to him, Regulus watching him closely.
“One of Remus’ coworkers. He set us up.”
James’ jaw goes slack as he huffs a dry laugh. He glowers past Regulus in the direction of the living room, his head shaking slowly.
“Fucking Moony,” James mutters beneath his breath.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Regulus notes.
“I already said there’s not a problem.”
“You’re certainly acting like there is.”
“Maybe I’m just upset you’re skipping out on movie night.” It’s clear the moment that James has said it that even he realizes what a weak excuse that is.
Regulus continues to stare at him in silent disbelief until finally James scoffs, caving.
“Moony knows exactly what he’s doing.”
“What does that even fucking mean?” Regulus implores.
“He probably thinks he’s being some twisted sort of helpful, the bastard.”
Regulus is impossibly more confused now, his own annoyance growing from his impatience. “I don’t have time for whatever this is.”
“Right, because you’ve got a date.” James’ lip curls in distaste, once again entirely unshy in his dislike for having to use the word in this context.
“So what?” Regulus snaps.
He tilts his chin up, keeping eye contact and standing his ground when James takes another step nearer to him.
“So, maybe I don’t want you to go.” James tosses his arms out widely in semblance of a shrug, hazel eyes blazing. “Happy?”
Regulus scowls, on the defense now. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like I’m being annoying when you’re the one throwing a fit over me going out with someone. You’re not my b—”
James cocks his head to the side, squinting behind his glasses when Regulus cuts himself off. There’s a long pause between them; tension in the air suffocating as Regulus tries to take a deep breath. Before he can go on, though, James is shuffling even closer, directly in front of him, only inches between them now.
“And if I want to be?” James challenges, knowing exactly what he was going to say.
Which… Well. That’s just. Not the reaction Regulus was expecting at all.
Sure, they’ve gotten closer. He dares to think they’ve even grown affectionate toward each other in some regards, but this? What James is suggesting? Regulus has never even let himself consider it, the time of daydreams about James Potter long behind him.
“What?” It comes out sounding smaller than Regulus would like, the fight drained out of his voice as he looks at James with wide eyes.
“You heard me, love.” James settles a hand at Regulus’ side and he nearly flinches in surprise.
Ultimately it’s Sirius that causes Regulus to startle visibly instead, when his voice carries from the living room: “Are you two done having your little lover’s quarrel yet?
“We’d like to start the movie,” Remus adds.
Regulus takes a large step back from James, who clears his throat awkwardly and lifts a hand to ruffle back through his hair familiarly.
“I, um.” Regulus feels heat color his cheeks as he glances at the remaining takeout containers on the table, a crease in his brow. “Maybe I can… skip the date.”
“Yeah?” God, James sounds so fucking hopeful. It’s just as apparent when Regulus looks back at him again; the brightness of his eyes, the lift of his brows, the subtle smile that twitches at the edges of his mouth.
There’s definitely much more conversation to be had, things to figure out between them now that this is out in the open. Still, Regulus presses his lips together, avoiding a stupid smile of his own, and snatches a container of food from the table.
He half-turns away from where James is fully beaming at him now when he says, “It’s movie night, after all.”
#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jealous james my beloved#did this need to be this long? no but here we are#also did every prompt this month now :’)#loving them always#kay’s microfics#kay’s writing
218 notes
·
View notes
Text
New Fic Recs!
Hi guys! I wanna start posting fics recs every once in a while that are newer- that either were just posted or haven't gotten the love they deserve! I'll do my best to tag the authors if I know them/if they have a tumblr! Here are some for today! (Authors, if you want me to remove you/your work for any reason, please lmk!) NSFW fics below the cut!
Edit: I just focused on completed works here, but I'm more than willing to recommend incomplete works if you guys want!
If You Stayed - Jegulus - rated G - 5k by @t1oui
After leaving his family for good, Regulus Black moves in with James Potter, who agrees to give him a place to stay as long as he looks after James's six-year-old son, Harry.
Even though they haven't talked about it, Regulus knows that he'll have to leave when Harry goes back to school, no matter how much he wishes this wasn't the case. Between spending time with Harry and Luna, the weird girl who lives up the street, and the more-than-friendly feelings he's starting to have for James, the summer can only end badly.
Right?
Funnel Cakes and Peanut Butter Fudge - Wolfstar ft. Background Jegulus - Rated T - 5.5k by @onehundredflamingos
Sirius grinned at him. “I came for the Rocky road fudge,” he whispered back, and the man gasped in mock offense.
“Good thing, because I think I bought the last of the peanut butter fudge.”
Sirius let out a startled laugh, amused by the fact that he had suggested something to Sirius only to yank it right back from beneath him. “Oh, I would have been wildly disappointed if you had managed to sway my fudge preferences.”
“I would’ve gladly shared, if I had managed to sway you,” he said with a smirk. “Alas, I’ll have to eat it all myself.”
“A tragedy, I’m sure,” Sirius replied.
The other man shrugged. “Suddenly feels a bit like one.”
Or
Sirius wins more than he bargains for when he meets Remus at a carnival fundraiser, ft a very much already-in-love Jegulus
So Kiss Me - Jegulus - Rated T - 3.7k by lairyfights
Regulus Black is in love with James Potter and he'd bet his entire inheritance, if he still had one, that James does not feel the same way. It's lucky that his parents suck and the inheritance is no longer something he can gamble
Let Me Put My Lips to Something - Wolfstar - Rated E - 2.3k by si11iestg00se
remus can't help it---the moon makes him possessive. he wants to mark his territory.
here's to my baby - Wolfstar - Rated E - 3.2k by @emlovessid
“It’s our last night at Hogwarts, our last hurrah, you don’t want to spend it down here with our friends?” Remus asks, a hand coming up to toy with Sirius’ hair.
Stretching up on his toes, Sirius’ lips brush Remus’ ear as he whispers, “It’s our last night at Hogwarts, and I’d much rather spend it with you fucking me into your mattress.”
All amazing fics! Hope you guys enjoy!
#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#fanfic#marauders fandom#harry potter marauders#the marauders#marauders fanfiction#ao3fic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#ao3#fic rec
87 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wolfstar Microfic: May Prompt 7 - Secret Relationship
Word count: 598 @wolfstarmicrofic
Remus was bored, and cold, and annoyed. His knees were starting to stiffen up, and he’d resorted to tucking his hands into his armpits for warmth, even with his gloves on. He glared at Sirius from behind; the other boy showed no sign of registering the cold, and had instead been peering intently around the corner of the half-timbered cottage for the better part of an hour. The snow that fell in slow, fat flakes and settled across his head and back only seemed to make things colder.
The cottage, while offering limited protection from the midwinter Scottish wind, provided a clear view of the path that led straight into Hogsmeade with the added benefit of hiding them from view entirely. They’d had some early-relationship snogs behind the house, and no one had been the wiser.
With every passing minute, Remus wished he’d been firmer about sticking to his plan: shopping in the village and a Valentine’s drink at the Three Broomsticks. Better yet, he wished they’d stuck to Sirius’s plan: wait for everyone to leave the castle and spend the afternoon in bed. While less romantic, he’d at least have been warm.
He blamed James for missing out on both.
“You really think–” started Remus.
“Shh! He’s coming!” hissed Sirius. Remus tried to school the surprise off his face, as if Sirius could see him and gloat. He leaned over the other boy to look around the corner, nearly groaning in pleasure at the heat radiating from Sirius’s back.
James was walking down the hill quickly, his dark hair and cloak dusted with snowflakes. Even from a distance, Remus could see the fog that clung to his lenses.
“That absolute–”
Sirius shushed him again. Remus grumbled halfheartedly. James had told the rest of the Marauders that he’d get some quality time on the pitch, since it was Valentine’s Day and he insisted he didn’t want to third-wheel any of them. But Sirius claimed he’d seen something shifty in James’s eyes and devised this ludicrous plan. They’d dropped Peter and his date at Madam Puddifoot’s and looped back to keep watch from behind the cottage.
“He’s alone,” Remus said, flatly. Maybe he’d just changed his mind. The conditions were shit for Quidditch, though Remus thought that about most weather and Quidditch.
“Quiet, Moony!”
Remus lowered his chin, speaking directly into Sirius’s ear. He enjoyed the way Sirius shivered beneath him. “No sign of a mysterious date, Pads. Looks like I win this one.”
“Look! It’s Evans!” Sirius startled, nearly breaking Remus’s nose as his head reared back. Remus swore under his breath, eyes snapping to Lily, her red hair vibrant in the grey midafternoon as she emerged from a Hogsmeade sidestreet. She looked around furtively before stepping through the snow towards James. He could feel himself frowning as James veered off the main path towards her. Then his eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead as Lily launched herself into James’s arms and pulled him into a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“That was no first kiss,” he said, shock keeping his voice low as he watched his two friends press themselves together under the falling snow. Only once they’d disappeared back into the village, retracing Lily’s footsteps, did Sirius pull himself to his full height, turning to face Remus.
“Told you,” Sirius said smugly. “You owe me a galleon.”
“If we head back to the castle, Black,” said Remus, “I’ll give you something better.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, unfurling a tilted smile. “Yeah?”
Hand in hand, Remus let Sirius pull him back to Hogwarts.
#wolfstar microfic#sirius black#remus lupin#remus lupin and sirius black#help im obsessed#secret relationship#lily evans#james potter#james and lily
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
What the internet did to James Potters character is actually so incredibly fascinating... in canon, this man was a background character who served not much of a purpose other than being used as a tool to develop other characters. We see him in like two scenes in the entire franchise: a throwback to Hogwarts where he acts so horribly that his own son, who previously *admired* him more than anything, is in total shock and disgust when he sees it. Not only does James commit an act of SA out of literal boredom, he is also seen treating his own 'friends' - Remus, Peter and Lily - as if they are worthless or beneath him, all within a few pages. I could probably write a whole essay about the dynamics between all of the characters present in Snape's worst memory, they way this supposed friend group was already falling apart, the way James and Sirius treated Remus and Peter with utter disrespect. Anyway, the other scene he appears in is when he dies. And that's it. That's all we have. On top of that he was, in canon, pictured to be average looking at most, a pasty kid with nerdy glasses and an even more nerdy hairdo that would most likely make him the victim of bullying, rather than the bully, at a real school. And the only people who talk of any sort of character development are his old friends and teachers, the same ones who either stood by or actively participated while he harrassed *several* other students for fun and casually commited acts that could probably land an adult man in prison for a few years. Plus they were trying to restore some of the glorious image of his father that Harry had in mind. So, not the most reliable source.
The fascinating part is how a corner of the internet managed to hyperfixate on this background character who was pictured as nothing but an awful person in the books, erased *all* of his canon character and turned him into the exact opposite. Suddenly he looks about ×1000 times more attractive in fanart, and all bad things he did are conveniently forgotten. Same goes for Sirius, especially in relation to the Wolfstar ship. James and Sirius were clearly close friends, but Remus? He was just strung along, not given the same respect. Sirius carelessly yaps about his being a werewolf in the middle of the schoolyard where anyone could hear and talks about how he wishes it was a full moon so they could have 'fun' - a sentiment I'm not so sure Remus shared. It's a very unhealthy and dysfunctional friendship that would be even worse if it was a romantic relationship. That being said, they are all very complex, very flawed characters who are extremely interesting to analyse. Fanon often strips away any complexity that these characters had in canon in order to make them more appealing. It's just... a shame almost, at least in my opinion. These fanon characters are entirely unappealing to me. I respect them as a sort of seperate fandom with their own original characters, but it's gotten so mixed up with canon that people no longer remember who these characters truly are, and if you bring up and dare to criticize their ugly sides in any way, then good luck soldier.
#sigh... these following tags will make me look like the biggest hater but i don't want this to reach the wrong people#anti marauders#anti james potter#anti sirius black#anti remus lupin#anti wolfstar
99 notes
·
View notes
Text
WHEN STARS ALIGN
PAIR. : Wolfstar x Lola (moot)
SUM. : soulmates only came in pairs right? so why does Lola have a matching soulmate mark to the guitarist and bassist of the rockband 'The Marauders'?
TAGS. : fluff ; rockstar guitarist sirius ; rockstar bassist remus ; they're in a band ; famous au ; soulmate au ; fan lola ; modern au ; muggle au ; hurt/comfort ; slow realisation ; hidden mark ; wolfstar!
LENGTH : 1.9k
DEDICATED TO @futurecorps3 (1k cake request)
EVENT : CLOSED
You've been a fan of the rock band ‘The Marauders’ for as long as you can remember. Their music – a blend of raw energy and lyrical depth – spoke to you in ways no other band has done before, and you weren’t the only one it seemed, considering their ever-growing fanbase. But it's not just their music that draws you in; it's the soulmate mark on your left wrist, identical to the ones Sirius Black and Remus Lupin openly display. Just the thought of it sends your heart aflutter. Quite the pessimistic grump, you didn’t want to believe it, especially because they were one of your favourite bands and your infatuation with them was getting to dangerous levels.
That wasn’t the only problem, however, soulmates are supposed to come in pairs. Never threes. At times, you wonder if your love for the band was the connection you felt to the guitarist and bassist – you didn’t want to consider yourself a pseudo-fan just for that; you truly appreciated the musical and lyrical art they produced.
Deceived into believing that it was all a coincidence or a mistake, you've kept your mark hidden beneath an array of bracelets and charms. And yet, as you stand in line for the meet and greet, hosted right after their exhilarating concert, your mark tingles, reacting to their closeness.
It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real…
The repeated phrases seems to be the only thing that’s been able to ground you tonight. Your heart is hammering in your ears as your teeth gnaw at your plump lips. Anxiously, your small hands can’t keep still and your fingers twist and coil around each other almost unnaturally, sometimes finding their way up to the longer strands of your mullet-style hair.
Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as you inch closer to the front of the line. Their voices become clearer and despite having just heard them sing their hearts out, your heart begins to ache again for them, it neither feels entirely bad nor good. It’s just a dull, squeezing ache that you’ve grown accustomed to experiencing every time you hear their voices in songs. Nevertheless, you've dreamed of this moment for so long. You can easily ignore that stubborn sting.
In your stomach, a precarious concoction of excitement and dread bubbles up. What if they see your mark? Looking down, you contemplate whether your bracelets cover it up enough? What if they realise you're connected to them somehow? Will they deny it like you did? The thought makes you chuckle humorlessly underneath your breath. Your only way of coping with that unbelievable revelation was to reject it all together and yet the thought of them rejecting you in return tears your heart apart.
Plagued by your thoughts, it takes you by surprise when it’s finally your turn. As you approach the table, Sirius's steel grey eyes lock onto yours immediately, sending an electrifying shiver down your spine. Next to him, Remus, with his soft, brown eyes, gives you a warm smile that makes your heart flutter. And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. You exchange greetings and their voices are as mesmerising as their music.
“Good evening, Dollface,” Sirius winks playful, ever the flirt. Beside him, Remus chuckles and leans back in his chair, observing your curvaceous frame almost appreciatively? No, that can’t be true. You shake the thoughts away, “Did you enjoy the concert tonight?”
“Uh, yes!” you stutter subtly, starstruck but also battling your inner turmoil. Something in you wants to shout and scream and reveal your identical soulmate mark. You crave their validation over the circumstance. Will they accept you? Will they not? It’s a constant battle between which of the two potential reactions you’d rather receive from them.
“What was your favourite part?” Remus asks, his voice, warm and deep. He calms your racing thoughts and overactive nerves, his effect on you almost addictive. Sirius finishes signing off the poster you had brought for them to sign and hands it off with a ‘here you go, Moony,’, and is received by a ‘thanks, Pads,’ — if they knew, would they give you a nickname and call you fondly by it too?
“Be honest, it was my surprise guitar solo right?” Sirius teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he raises a curious brow at you, only to receive a light push on his shoulder by Remus. The interaction pulls a delighted giggle from your lips, which pulls their eyes to you like magnets. Between them they share a curious, bewildering and almost adrenalised look as you slowly open your dark brown eyes to meet theirs.
“That was very impressive, Siri,” it was a nickname their fandom commonly called him by but hearing you refer to him so familiarly made the dark haired, tattooed guitarist bristle up with elation. That’s never happened before with a fan… “But my favourite part was when you played Prankster’s Serenade,”
“Is that your favourite song?” Remus asks, already having finished his signing but was reluctant to hand you over to James and Peter.
“No, it’s one of my top five,” you shrug your shoulders, surprised at how easy it was to talk to them despite your racing heart — you wonder if they can hear it? — although that could have been because of your fated connection, “but I liked the dance performance the best,” the two share a laugh that makes your heart sing. It was routine for them to do a playful, unrehearsed dance every time the song’s bridge plays, it was always a fan favourite and the two soulmates loved doing it too.
“Now I’m curious,” Sirius speaks up, also not wanting to hand you over to James and Peter as he sees Remus begin to hand off your poster, “What are your top five favourite songs?”
“Hmmm…” they control their expressions as you write up the mental list of your favourite songs, but in their hearts a profound blossom of fondness blooms when they observe your adorable expression. That, and they wanted to respectfully keep away from admiring your ample bust and deliciously slim waist, “In no particular order, I like… ‘Whispers under the Willow’, ‘Prankster’s Serenade’, ‘Dance of the Stag and Wolf’, ‘Mischief Managed’ and ‘Unbreakable Vow’,” they smile at your choice of songs and regretfully hand you over to James and Peter but not before hurriedly asking for your name, apologising for their rudeness.
“I’m Lola,”
“Lola…” they repeat your name almost breathlessly and it takes everything in you to suppress the climbing heat from rising to your cheeks and exploding. Instead you smile sweetly and move on, lightly brushing Remus's fingers as you do so, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You catch the briefest flicker of surprise on his face, which was mirrored in Sirius's expression, who’s stare trailed down your arm. Hurriedly, you step forward and greet James, who gives you his signature million-watt smile.
The meet and greet goes on as normal, ending with the Marauders waving goodbye to their fans and wishing them all well collectively. They then move to the back and leave the fans to exit the venue orderly. You turn to follow the crowd but are stopped by security, who gently asks you to stay behind.
Panic sets in. You can't let them see your mark; it would change everything. Reflexively, you grip at your wrist, over your bracelets and try to calm your breathing as you wait. The crowd slowly disperses around you and leaves you alone for the security guard to finally lead you back to Sirius and Remus. They approach you with a mix of concern and curiosity on their faces.
"We felt something," Sirius begins, his voice a mixture of wonder and confusion. "When Moony touched you and when I saw your…” he pauses, eyeing your bracelets and bites his lip, choosing to not finish his sentence, “It's never happened before,”
Remus nods, his gaze intense. "It's like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place. But that's impossible, right? We're already soulmates," he gestures between him and Sirius.
Your heart simultaneously pounds in your chest and breaks apart. They felt the connection too. But were also denying it somehow… With a trembling hand, you reveal the mark on your wrist. Their reactions are a mirror of your own when you first realised it — a mix of shock and disbelief.
"This doesn't make sense," Remus whispers, his eyes not leaving your mark.
"We're supposed to be a pair," Sirius adds, his voice laced with a mix of awe and confusion.
Overwhelmed, you move your bracelets back to cover them, “That’s right…” you whisper, dejected and with tears in your eyes, “excuse me,” not meeting their eyes, you turn and hurriedly leave the venue. Behind you, you hear them call your name, but you don't stop. You need to escape. They gave you their answer — they don’t believe it, they don’t want to believe it. That’s fine. You’re fine. You already knew this would be the outcome anyway… but you hoped…you hoped that it wouldn’t be.
Once outside, the cool night air greets you, a refreshing, crisp feeling as you sprint away from the venue. You got there by bus so you just need to find the returning stop. Unknown to you, Sirius and Remus are quick to follow, Sirius on a motorcycle, and Remus, in his car. In no time at all, they catch up to you and block your path. They have you cornered with your back against a wall and your heart racing in your chest. But there's no threat in their eyes, only concern and a desire to understand.
"Lola, please," Sirius says softly, taking off his helmet and musing his hair further, "please don’t run away. Just hear us out, Doll,"
Remus's voice is gentle and calming, "we don't understand what's happening, but we want to try. Together,"
You look at them, really look at them. Sirius, with his rebellious charm and fierce loyalty, and Remus, with his quiet strength and thoughtful nature. They're more than just musicians; they're people who have somehow become a part of your life without even knowing it.
Sirius steps closer, his hand outstretched but not touching. "We've always felt something was missing, even with each other. Maybe it was you all along,"
Remus's hand joins his partner and bandmate, hovering in the space between you, "we don't have all the answers, but we want to figure this out, with you,"
Tears well in your eyes as you realise the truth in their words. You've always felt a connection to their music, to them, but you never dared to believe it could be more than the admiration of a fan. With a shaky breath, you reach out, placing your hand in theirs. The connection is immediate, a warmth spreads through you that feels like coming home.
"We'll navigate this together," Remus promises, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that disarms you and melts your heart.
Sirius's grip tightens around your hand, reassuring and strong, "please give us a chance, we didn’t mean to upset you,"
“We’re sorry,” Remus adds with utmost sincerity and presses a kiss to your hand. A gesture that Sirius repeats with your other. A silent apology; a promise to never hurt you again.
You have no words and all you could muster was a timid nod of your head as they pulled you into their strong, comforting embrace. The world around you fades away. And it's just you, Sirius and Remus, connected in a way you never thought possible.
A/N : out of all the storylines, i think yours was my most favourite, i honestly can't believe i came up with that plot. although, i don't think i would have been able to come up with it without your suggestions and particular, exquisite taste in tropes and au's! thank you so much for being patient with me darling, i hope this was to your liking! i really really hope it doesn't come across as too cheesy either. also, today was busier than i originally planned it to be so i don't think this piece is as well edited or proofread as my others but i promise to fix that up for you tomorrow my love! please enjoy it for now!
1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.
1K MILESTONE MLIST
#wolfstar imagine#wolfstar x moot#wolfstar#wolfstar fic#☀︎ : 1k milestone#☀︎ : 1k#1k milestone#remus lupin#sirius black#🍰 : cake 1k#moot : lolita ❤️
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
wip snip
Thanks to @academicdisasterfic for tagging me in their laugh-out-loud-i'm-deceased wip snip (Bottoms x Drarry, swoon).
I'm in the middle of three things right now. There's The Big Thing (wip snip below, you can skip the rest of this paragraph if you want) that I needed a break from. I'm at the dreaded halfway point were plot lines need to start actually making sense, and wanted to clear the cobwebs by writing some fun little side fics. Under 5k. Sexy. Easy. Next thing I know, I'm 10k deep in a Dreville fic about them falling in love and a Drarry hookup piece that somehow has me researching the cult of Apollo, Ezekiel's descriptions of angels, the Green Man, and Beltane rituals. Like, can't everyone just f**k in peace?
Anyway, The Big Thing is a Wolfstar fic ---Aftermath of October 31, 1981, Remus gets Harry and, whoops, Regulus is alive and supposed to help him. They hate each other, but maybe they can get along well enough to break Sirius out of prison. Maybe.
Also f**k Dumbledore.
Opening bit:
“No.” Remus tries to close the door.
“Remus,” he says kindly, and it’s almost more than he can bear.
“Go away,” Remus grits out, pushing the door, and it won’t close.
It won’t budge, and Dumbledore isn’t even holding it open on his side of the jamb. He didn’t say a spell either, the fucker, and the door is stuck open, unmoving, and nothing Remus does will change it unless Dumbledore wants it to change.
He realises in this moment that the door is a metaphor for his whole miserable life, stuck where Albus Dumbledore decides, but he can’t address that right now. It’s too much to contemplate after everything else, so he decides the least he can do is close the fucking door.
Remus throws his shoulder into it. He’s always strong, but his strength will increase as the frost moon approaches. His tall, lanky build belies the monster beneath.
“Remus,” Dumbledore says again quietly.
Remus ignores him and throws his shoulder into the door. The fucking door that won’t fucking close. He slams his shoulder into it so hard the frame rattles, grunting at the blow.
“Go away,” he growls. He feels it, the wolf inside. Always lurking but more insistent now. Since everything. “Go away!” Remus shouts and smashes into the door, almost splitting it. It hurts, but it feels good, too.
The damaged door still doesn’t move, and Remus is properly angry now. He’s been numb for days, ever since he found out…ever since…he squeezes his eyes closed and tries to shut out the memory of finding out about James and Lily and Peter. And—
“No!” he bellows, and he’s about to give the door one great shove when, suddenly, he’s yanked back as if an invisible rope is attached to his spine. He scrabbles for purchase, trying to grab hold of the hall table or the reception archway. He can’t get a hand on anything before he finds himself deposited on a sagging floral sofa, sitting upright but unable to move, arms pinned to his sides.
Dumbledore glides into the room after him, and Remus can hear the front door close with an offensive little click. He tries to wriggle out of whatever invisible binds he’s in and can’t. His wand is in his back pocket, useless.
He scowls as Dumbledore sits in a chair across from him, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. His blue eyes are red-rimmed behind his half-moon glasses, and he’s wearing a Muggle suit—brown plaid print and a bit shabby, a bit too large on Dumbledore’s thin frame. And that’s when it hits Remus—All of this is true. It’s not some nightmare he’s lived in for the last five days like he keeps hoping.
Five days. He’s been cooped up here in Milton Keynes, waiting for five fucking days. His arrival triggered the mora protocol when he opened the door. The protocol that meant they were compromised and to stay put. Don’t move. The Order will be in touch. And finally, after five days, Frank Longbottom showed up, his big eyes sad, and his voice low. He’d told Remus what had happened, and it didn’t seem real. It couldn’t be real. It was all a big mistake. Someone had made a mistake.
But he’s immobile on an ugly floral sofa, and he knows. It’s all real, and it happened, and it’s still happening, and Albus Dumbledore is wearing a brown plaid Muggle suit, and Remus’s life as he knows it is over.
Tagging @geesenoises @citrusses @tackytigerfic @arminaa8 @maesterchill @romaine2424 @skeptiquex if you have anything you'd like to share! No pressure!
30 notes
·
View notes
Note
Enemies to lovers AND only one bed? Babe, you're speaking my favorite language here. Tell me more.
well hello there, snitchy snitch!!
Okay, picture this. Sapphic enemies to lovers. Wedding trope. Our MCs are the sister of the groom and sister of the bride. They have disliked each other from the moment they met, back when their siblings first started dating. One is "Miss Priss," the other is "Surly Girlie." Our story takes place at the bachelorette party, a weekend away at the beach. Both our MCs arrive late (so they are grumpy AF already) to find they have to share the only room left. and there's only one bed.
NOW. IS THIS NOT THE PERFECT PANSMIONE. Harry and Draco are getting married. Hermione and Pansy never mended things after the war; they still despise (read: are obsessed with) one another. Now, they've had to work together (ew) to plan this stupid joint bachelor trip for the whole crew. To top it all off, Pansy's portkey got cancelled last minute, and Hermione got caught up in a work emergency at the ministry (at least what I was doing was important, parkinson; sorry if I don't feel bad your fancy first-class portkey got bumped). They spend the first night in their shared bedroom bitching each other out and sleeping as far away from each other as they can get, rolled over to each side and huffing in exasperation.
Honestly this works great for any HP ship pairing. Jily having to work together to plan Wolfstar's bachelor trip. Wolfstar exes-to-lovers planning Jily or Jegulus' trip. Drarry planning Ginsy's. You get the idea.
Below the cut for more stream-of-consciousness fic, incl NSFW art from @upthehillart :D
@hpsaffics you're getting a tag here too :)))
After much description of hot girls in bathing suits (hermione's ass) (pansy's legs) and both of them just absolutely losing their minds over each others' bodies, with lots of sniping back and forth to cover up how embarrassingly into each other they are, they end up last ones at the muggle bar the second night, too tipsy to try apparating. Fuck it, granger, dance with me. Oh boy, do they DANCE. It's so fucking hot, they can't get enough of each other, the feel of their bodies close, their flesh beneath each others' hands, that LOOK in pansy's eyes that says I'm going to eat you alive and you're going to say thank you. But just before something drastic happens, like hermione putting her lips to pansy's neck like she's been wanting to for honestly a very long time, longer than she cares to admit, Harry bursts onto the dancefloor "there you are!!! we've been looking everywhere for you get in the uber right now!"
The spell is broken, and, faces beet red, they let harry drag them back to the air bnb. they take turns showering, being sure to change into pj's in the bathroom (Pansy in a giant band tee shirt and booty shorts, Hermione in a lace pink matching set). Hermione is tying her hair up in a specially-charmed silk scarf and going over some notes from work that got delivered by owl while they were out, and pansy thinks she's the loveliest thing she's ever seen. Pansy's caught staring. "what?" "nothing, granger." there's a pause, like maybe they each want to say more, but instead, pansy just turns out her light with her wand. "night, granger," she whispers.
There in the dark, they both lay on their backs, listening to each other breathe. they end up having a tension-filled, intense exchange where they are truly vulnerable with each other for the first time. apologies are given and accepted in the softest whispers. tentatively, pansy reaches out a hand beneath the covers, drags the back of her fingers gently over the soft skin of hermione's arm. "i really am. sorry. i never meant any of it. you." deep breath. "you're the most incredible girl I've ever met. I've always thought so."
and then--
Hermione moves with that intense decisiveness of hers. She rolls over, straddles pansy, grips her face and kisses her long and deep. Pansy opens her mouth to her instantly, and a stupid little moan escapes and it's the most pathetic sound she's ever made but she will make it again and again if it's hermione who pulls it from her. "Want you," Hermione whispers into pansy's neck, finally latching on and sucking, biting, coaxing blooming bruises of violet and and blue to her pale skin. She shoves her hands up underneath pansy's tee shirt, not an ounce of hesitation, grips her tits hard. kneads them, dances fingers over her nipples, seeing which touches elicit the most gasps from the beauty beneath her. pansy is arching and writhing with pleasure, and hermione grins into her mouth, wicked and brutal. The witch who kept a woman in a jar for months for slandering her friends, the witch who destroyed horcruxes and single-handedly kept two boys alive for the better part of seven years, the 20-something witch ruthlessly bulldozing over all the old white bureaucratic wizards at the ministry, is now the witch taking pansy apart inch by inch and fuck if pansy isn't thrilled to be broken by those powerful hands, sucked dry by plush lips, devoured by sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as they sink into her skin over and over.
But Pansy has a few tricks up her own sleeve. She grips hermione with strong thighs and rolls them over, "Can I take off your scarf?" she breathes it her ear. "wanna pull your hair while i suck on your tits." Hermione whimpers and pulls her scarf off and pansy gathers those fucking curls into her fist and pulls, careful of course not to damage the curl pattern. Pansy licks a long stripe up her now-bared neck and over her ear, then whispers, "pull your top down. let me see." Hermione obeys, of course she obeys, pansy is commanding and relentless and if pansy wants to look hermione will let her. she fingers a strap of her camisole down off one shoulder, skims her fingertips over the top of her breast, just over the nipple still hidden beneath the fabric. Pansy's mouth is dry and her cunt throbs as she anticipates finally getting a glimpse of her nipple, already hard and poking through the silk and lace. "all the way," pansy murmurs. "take it out. show it to me." hermione whines and squirms and finally digs her hand all the way in and pulls out her breast, so fucking full and delicious with large brown nipples that beg to be kissed, so of course pansy does. Pansy looses her patience and pulls the camisole all the way down, exposing both breasts to her gaze and her wandering hands. she dives in, laving attention all across hermione's warm skin, nipping and licking and sucking and groping. her hips have started grinding down against hermione's pelvis, and hermione is arching up to meet her. "wanna make you come," pansy growls between hermione's tits. "how do you like it?" hermione stills, and pansy looks up. "um," hermione bites her lip. pansy kisses it out from behind her teeth. "yes, baby? what do you want? let me give it to you." Hermione take a deep breath. "i thought i was going to have my own room. i may have brought a few... toys." "oh, like what?" Hermione rolls over, digs around her her bag by the bed, and shyly pulls out an ENTIRE FUCKING STRAP. The magic kind that connects sensations from the strap to the wearer's clit. "I was hoping i might get lucky, going out and everything this weekend." Pansy's speechless. "Would you, um, let me fuck you with it?" hermione asks, big brown eyes wide and hopeful.
Cut to, pansy on all fours, legs kicked wide, ass up, facing the mirror by the bed, watching hermione completely naked and fucking her with her cock, her curves bouncing and slapping with every thrust, the sounds wet and loud and crude, mixing with Pansy's gasps over and over and over. Pansy's tee is shoved up by hermione's demanding hand; she's gripping the skin of her shoulder, her other fist burying in Pansy's hip and pulling her back onto her dick even as she fucks into her, hard and deep and fast. Hermione is strong and her grip bruises and Pansy couldn't move if she wanted to. "M close," Hermione murmurs. "yes, yes, yes," pansy chants in reply, all other words fucked right out of her brain. "touch yourself for me, baby, wanna watch you come first." but when pansy collapses down to one shoulder so she can use her other hand to rub her clit, she gasps in shock. Hermione has wordlessly and wandlessly charmed her fingers to vibrate. pansy shouts when her charmed fingers makes contact with her aching clit, swollen and needy from what feels like a lifetime of getting handled by hermione fucking granger. just a few passes through her folds and over her clit has Pansy shaking and coming with a muffled scream, Hermione following right behind her, the force of her orgasm plunging her cock even harder into pansy's pulsing cunt. it kicks off a second orgasm for pansy, back to back, and she screams and screams until hermione finally pulls out and gather pansy into her arms, shushing her and smoothing her hair.
They clean each other up take turns in the bathroom, and fall asleep in each other's arms.
maybe this wedding won't be so bad after all.
ps: below is my headcanon depiction of pansmione from a fic i cannot recommend enough . Art and fic both by @upthehillart
watch out the girls are naked and hot
#ANDDD SCENE#wip tag game#smut game#celine's smut#celine spills#desperately seeking snitch#pansmione#pansmione smut#hp sapphics#enemies to lovers#and there was only one bed#hermione x pansy#upthehill art
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
A/N: hey guys, here’s a short but sweet extract from the newest chapter of Gentle hands! Just some wolfstar smut with Remus dominating Sirius and Sirius being surprisingly submissive with a hint of his usual bratting ;) read the rest of chapter 10 linked at the bottom <333
Summary: Remus wakes up horny af and Sirius is there to help ;) Gentle hands is a bdsm Au for those of you who don’t know!
Warning: this is in no way a representation of real life bdsm not should it be used as instruction. smut ahead, 18+
Remus wakes up rock hard and aching.
Its four in the morning and a sliver of moon has managed to pierce through the curtains; small and insignificant enough that neither of his subs have awoken but at this time in the cycle its enough to make Remus' blood tingle and burn beneath his skin.
Sometime during the night he'd ended up separated from both his subs, and his hips twitch irritably against the blanket in search of friction.
He tries to supress it, angry at himself and the moon as he uselessly attempts to fill his mind with the mundane. But when an hour passes without success, he begins to toss and turn. Too hot lie beneath the blankets but too exposed to the moon's light to shed them. He's irritable, and prickly, and so goddamn horny that he could-
"Moony?"
Remus startles slightly at the sound of Sirius' voice, sleep soft and raspy as he sits up and rubs his eye with the pads of his fingers. Remus' eyes have well adjusted to the darkness by now, but he can tell the sub is having to squint to see him, eyes creasing around the corners.
There's something so soft about Sirius when he's just woken up. Soft, and warm and pliant, and before Remus can stop himself he's pulling the sub into his lap and settling his cock between his cheeks.
"Mmm. Hey, Moons." Sirius moans softly, hips rocking back and forwards almost instinctively.
Remus growls low in his throat, fingers curling into the vulnerable skin of the sub's waist, holding him in place.
Sirius whines softly at the treatment, one hand planting itself in the middle of the dom's bare chest as he tries to steady himself.
"Christ, Moony! You're boiling!" Sirius hisses, suddenly awake as he moves to press the back of his hand first against Remus' forehead and then the sides of his neck.
"Its fine. Just the moon. I need to- Sirius-" And Remus knows that he sounds desperate, the thought of being so close to that sweet relief only to have it snatched away riling him up until he gets sick of Sirius' fussing and flips them over, pinning the sub to the bed.
"Need to fuck." Is all he says, eyes glowing softly in the night.
"What you need, is a cold shower." Sirius corrects, but can't resist baring his throat. He loves Remus like this, bossy and controlling and so, so, strong.
"Fuck in the shower." Is all Remus says before he lowers his head and begins sucking deep hickeys into the sub's throat.
Sirius whines softly, all forms of protest evapourating as he melts into the mattress.
"Okay. Okay-" He concedes, back arching as Remus' thigh finds its way between his legs. "Get up then. But we're letting James sleep-"
The look Remus shoots him is borderline feral, the ideal of leaving a sub- leaving his sub- to sleep alone when all he wants to do is fill him up and mark him is-
"No, Moony. He needs to sleep, and he'll only get frustrated keeping his arm out the water." Sirius hisses, pushing the dom out of bed before getting out himself. "You can make it up to him when we get back." Sirius adds, when all Remus does is scowl.
"Pin him down?" Remus mutters, suddenly in Sirius' space, teeth sharp against his neck.
"Mmm. How else do you deal with a brooding sub?"
Sirius feels Remus' breath hitch in his chest. He can picture exactly what the dom is thinking - memories from the previous night of just how pretty James is when he takes it; muscular arms pinned to the small of his back as Remus presses the sub's face into the sheets and fucks him from behind.
They barely make it to the showers after that. Remus' hands are all over him; under his shirt or gripping his waist, sucking and biting any inch of exposed skin until Sirius can barely keep himself upright; tripping over his own feet as the dom manhandles him into the showers.
Remus fucks him against the wall; dirty and rough as the sub whines and writhes on his cock.
Several times he tries to regain control, finally resorting to turning the shower on cold; soaking them both in an attempt to lower Remus' temperature.
Almost immediately Sirius realises his mistake, Remus' displeased growl echoing off the tile as he grabs Sirius by the hair, pulling him back against his chest, successfully impaling the sub on his cock as he forces him to bare his neck.
"Fuck-" Sirius whines, breathless and full. "Fuck- fuck!" He's on his toes, desperate for release already when Remus' free arm wraps around his stomach, pulling him impossibly further until all Sirius can focus on is the hot, throbbing, cock inside of him.
"Rem- Rem- Remus-" Sirius whines, unable to squirm as Remus just holds him there, a simple, but effective reminder of who's in charge.
Remus' moves his arm then, adjusting so that he can press a large hand against the Sirius' stomach, satisfaction filling him as he feels himself inside the sub.
"Tell me how it feels." Remus grits out, thrusting into the sub.
"So much." Sirius whines, scrambling for purchase against the wet tiles when Remus pins him back against the wall. "So- full, ah- ah- so full."
Remus continues to fuck him, revelling in each sweet, desperate, moan that spills from the sub's lips as he owns him.
There are tears on Sirius' cheeks by the time Remus finishes inside him. Good tears, the kind that accompany shaking legs and trembling lips.
Unsurprisingly, the sex doesn't finish when Remus does, and Sirius barely manages to complain when the dom pulls out of him; only getting half a second to breathe before the Remus is spinning him round and dropping to his knees, sucking the sub off with practiced ease.
2023 © all content belongs to bunny175 or bunny17 on ao3. Please don’t repost my work anywhere <3
#marauders era#marauders smut#marauders#ao3#ao3fic#dom!remus lupin#sub!sirius black#wolfstar#wolfstar smut
81 notes
·
View notes
Text
I got a last line tag from @soloorganaas so I'm going to take that as a sign it's time to start sharing some stuff from my new wip.
So I've been binging MAFS lately, which is how this thing grabbed a hold of me so, well, here it is Married At First Sight - Wolfstar Edition.
Kingsley looked as if he was about to say something when there was a knock at the door, and moments later it was pushed open.
“Oh love, look at you,” his mother fussed, all but pulling her husband along behind her. “You look so handsome. Lyall, doesn’t he look handsome?”
“Very handsome,” his father repeated, winking at Remus over his mother’s head and Remus felt the corner of his mouth tug upwards into a half-smile. “How’re you doing, lad?”
“Okay,” Remus said, forcing a smile as he dropped his gaze to his mother who was watching him intently. “I promise, I’m alright.”
“He’s just nervous,” Mary said, ignoring Remus’ look as she passed on two more champagne flutes. “Got it into his head he’s not sexy enough for his mystery husband.”
“Thanks for that,” Remus grumbled, but Mary simply sent him a dazzling smile in return.
“What’s that nonsense?” his mother huffed as she smoothed out the wrinkles of Remus’ suit. “You look just like your Da did when he was your age, and he had enough girls hanging around him. Had to beat them off with a stick, didn’t I love?” she didn’t wait for Lyall to respond, but Remus thought he could see a little blush beneath his father’s full beard. “I think any lad would be lucky to have you, wouldn’t you say Kingsley?”
She turned her bright blue eyes on Remus’ ex-boyfriend, expectantly, and he nodded obediently, his dark eyes glittering.
“He’s a stunner, Mrs. L.”
“If he wasn’t batting for the wrong team I’d take him for myself in a heartbeat,” quipped Mary, her face splitting into a smirk. “Oh, and if I had a dick, of course, can’t see Remus going more than a week without that.”
“I hate you all,” announced Remus, his cheeks blazing as the others laughed.
“Don’t be silly,” his mother said as she gave his arm a light pat. “Nothing wrong with a healthy sex life.”
“Ma,” Remus groaned but his mother continued, unperturbed.
“There’s no denying there has to be a spark, love. It’s going to be an important part of your marriage, and you should be able to talk openly about it. Haven’t I always said that? One of the reasons that me and your Da have been together for as long as we have is that he never ceases to surprise me with–“
“MA!” Remus interrupted loudly, throwing Mary a dirty look as she cackled.
“Good on you, Mr. L, gotta keep the Mrs happy.”
Passing on a no-pressure tag to @squintclover, @heartofspells, @theresthesnitch
23 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
putschki1969
Everything Kalafina
b-dominus
BDOMINUS
madiloveshermusic
PNK & BLK
vgviewer
VGamesviewer
balzbutterfly
BalzButterfly.WTT