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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔
mafia!sirius and remus, maid!reader, could be read as a little special blurb for my mafia!sirius fic. anal and p in v, praise, dom!sirius and remus, sub!reader,
Your uniform was long gone, practically torn off you once the three of you got started. Your stockings had ladders running up them. Sirius’ breath tickled your neck as was holding your waist, Remus' hands on your thighs as he thrust up into cunt while Sirius was thrust into your ass, both of them filling you up so much it was almost too much but you couldn't help but beg for more.
Your hands planted on Remus’ chest as you could barely hold yourself up.
“Aint she just the best girl” Sirius praised, he eyed Remus and watched him smile. His and Remus’ relationship was complicated but it was a relationship nonetheless and you were a part of it, going from a person that worked for Sirius to a partner in their relationship.
“Absolutely, Been so good for us lately while we're busy” Remus cooed, one hand leaving your thigh and going up your torso to your boobs. You mewled and your head went back onto Sirius’ shoulder. Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened. Sirius’ skin was so hot against yours and you could barely focus, every thrust from Remus would hit a sweet spot and stimulate your clit over and over.
Your thighs trembled and you clenched around both of them. “Whos our good girl” Sirius cooed in your ear.
“I am” you whimpered. The sensation of both of them being in you was almost too hard to handle but it felt so good.
“Wow look at that she can still comprehend” Remus quipped, making Sirius laugh.
“Barely, just a bit more then she’ll be fucked dumb” Sirius replied.
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strict mafia remus if possible pls?
"what did i say about the office?" remus glared down at you.
"not to go in when the door is closed." you muttered softly while looking down at your feet.
"i know i have strict rules, but they are to keep you safe yes?" he hummed.
you nodded to his words.
not pleased with your response, he grasped your chin, tilting it upwards, finally making you look at him.
"what was that."
"yes." you said clearly this time.
"good." he lightly caressed your cheek softly.
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Softy~ Remus lupin
Includes: Age regression, little!reader, cg!remus lupin, mafia!remus, mentions of violence, and tooth rotting fluff
Summary: Remus is trying to be a tough guy, but can’t help but soften when his little baby is near
“Darling we’ve talked about this. You can’t go into my meetings whenever you please.” Remus said trying to scold you. You weren’t even listening to a word he was saying. You giggled running wildly across the room too hyper to listen. He sighed knowing he let you eat way too much candy.
“Y/n listen to me now!” He yelled slamming a fist on his desk. You stopped and whimpered at his antics before hiding behind a chair. He instantly softened seeing the scared look on your face. “M’ sorry love daddy didn’t mean to yell I promise” he apologized sincerely.
He effortlessly picked you up and began peppering kisses on your head while whispering praises in your ear. You giggled before whispering “softy”. He rolled his eyes playfully at the name before chuckling. That’s what James Sirius and Peter called him ever since he found you.
They called him that nickname a few minutes before you barged into the important meeting giggling your head off. He was trying to catch you while sirus Peter and James were dismissing remus’s associates. Once everyone was gone they decided to take their leave themselves. “Meeting is going to continue on Friday. See you soon, softy” James teased causing the other two men leaving the room to chuckle.
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Big bad wolf
Serie: Beauty and the Beast
Mafia!Remus Lupin x reader
Words: about 1.5k words
Warning: none, just a hot Remus and a confused reader (who wouldn’t be?)
Author’s note: Hi everyone! Sorry it took that long, but I lost part of the work and I had to rewrite it again :(, but I think it came out even better than before. Hope you like it, sorry for any grammar error. Have a lovely day!
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"Where are you taking me?" I ask him once we get to his apartment, but he continues on his way without looking back. His hand is tight around mine, but it doesn't hurt. His grip is gentle. I feel the scars on my skin, contrasting with his gentle touch. We arrive in front of the door to his studio, where I had never been. He opens the door and before me is a view of an almost aseptic studio, precise and clean.
On the walls appear a couple of maps of the city with some signs and some papers attached. The desk stands out in the middle of the room, in front of it a couple of armchairs ready to welcome his friends, and enemies. Behind them is a sofa that sits in front of a fire. Next to it, on the right, a beautiful window that looked out over the city. Behind the desk there's a huge bookcase, full of books that clashed somewhat with the seriousness of the rest of the office.
He walks over to a section of books, moves one of them, and like a movie, a door from the bookcase opens. He waves me in, so I follow his advice and enter that mysterious opening to find a new wonder.
The most beautiful library I have ever seen presents itself before me. That huge bookshelf entirely covers the circular walls of this room, leaving only a few spaces for windows, from where a light enters that makes that place even more magical.
The shelves are filled with every book of different shapes and sizes. A long steel pipe runsincima to the bookcase, where a beautiful brass staircase runs. In front of the door, on the opposite side a staircase went up, leading to the second floor of that identical bookcase below.
In the center of the room a small sofa and two armchairs are situated around a small table. What strikes me is that these are light blue, so different from the furniture in the rest of the apartment, which is black.
Scattered around the room I see cushions on which one can sit, and I notice only later a record player, covered by some cloths that hid it, with a substantial stack of records beside it.
This ethereal place reminds me of my image of heaven. I walk true the center of the room and look up at the ceiling, and begin to spin around as I look at a beautiful reproduction of Van Gogh's work, The Starry Night. (Sorry it is one of my favorite paintings, I had to put it up ;) )
I turn my gaze back to the man I left at the door. I see him smile at me, and finally his eyes do too. Before when he smiled, it almost looked like he was faking it, but right now I can see that his happiness is real and I can't help but be happy too.
He reaches up with his hands in his pockets, his shirt is slightly unbuttoned and lets a little of his muscular chest show. At that sight I feel something arise in my stomach and I can't help but bite my lip and look up again, before he sees the obvious blush on my cheeks caused by those impure thoughts my mind can't help but think when it sees his body.
"Do you like it?" He asks in a soft tone as he positions himself next to me. I feel the warmth of his body and can't help but move closer to him, as if drawn by a strange force. It's only been a few days since I met him and I can't help but be attracted to him, which leads me to wonder what happened to the girl who not less than two days ago hated him. I shake my head, and return to reality, and see his eyes on me, waiting for an answer.
"Do I like her? I love her. This is exactly how I imagine heaven." I say with a sigh.
"I'm glad about it. My mother also thought this was heaven, or at least she always dreamed of this place and imagined it as heaven. I made this bookstore in her honor. It's the place where I'm really myself, and I can let go, and no longer be the big bad wolf they paint me to be, but Remus." He continues, in a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the magic that had been created.
"I love that painting, maybe it's my favorite ever." I whisper, continuing to look at the ceiling. He continues to stare at me, but I see him smile at my words. His right hand comes out of his pocket and falls down next to mine. Our pinkies brush against each other.
"My mother loved that painting, even though I never fully understood its meaning." He confesses, in an almost curious tone.
"The starry night is the most romantic image there is in my opinion, and the author depicts it with a touch of magic that makes it even more unique. Those stars so swirling that they seem to move almost seem to grab you and take you away on a journey, for a beautiful dream. Then not everyone knows how to appreciate the night, many don't linger to listen to it, to look at it in its entirety, but here all the nuances, sounds and emotions seem to come alive, and it's just...fantastic." I explain, not realizing that our hands clasped one another as I frantically explained. I turn to look at our intertwined hands, then look up and stare into his eyes.
"Sorry, I talked too much." I mutter, lowering my gaze again.
He places his other hand under my chin and lifts my face.
"Don't apologize. It's a pleasure to hear you talk, believe me." He says seriously. I see his gaze move from my eyes to my lips. I feel my face move closer to his, until we breathe the same air.
But something stops me, as if this is not the right time. I pull back sharply and see a veil of sadness in his eyes. Our hands break away and I start looking around again awkwardly, trying to find something to say to break the silence.
"Have you read all these books?" I ask curiously.
He smiles and shakes his head.
"Not all of them, but most of them." He answers, then falls silent again. A few minutes pass before he says another word. "I know you don't like being locked up in the house, but I have no other choice as of today to keep you safe, and that's sorry. The least seemed to me to give you something to do. You can come here anytime you want and read anything you want, just don't go in that door." He says in a serious tone pointing to a door I had not seen, behind the stairs leading to the second floor. "That's my only rule, otherwise make yourself at home. I'll finally have someone I can talk books with instead of those two morons."
"Hey, you little shit when we hear you." James and Sirius say simultaneously as they enter the door.
"What are you two doing here now?" Remus asks in a mixture of tired and angry.
"The others have arrived, we need to have a serious talk now." The two of them say. He sighs and lets his shoulders go, stressed and exhausted from all that work, but nods.
"I'll walk you to your room first, I'll be right there." They nod, and so we leave.
The short journey from the bookstore to my room we spend in silence.
When we reach the door he stops.
"Well we've reached the end of the line. Good night Y/N." He whispers as he turns around, but I block him by grabbing his wrist.
"People are wrong when they say that you are the big bad wolf, that you are the monster; you are the sweetest person, the most loyal friend and the most loving son I know. Don't let their judgment condition you." I tell him, looking him straight in the eye. "Good night Remus." I continue, as I leave a light kiss on his cheek as a greeting. I see him freeze for a moment as I close the door behind me.
As soon as it is closed I lean against it and take a deep breath still not believing what I have done.
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Assassin reader getting angry and throwing a knife at someone and it nicks their ear and they get mad and start yelling but mafia Remus telling the, to stand down as you walk away fuming and he’s like but she tried to kill me and he’s like no if she wanted to kill you, you’d be dead she wanted to hurt you.
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"My fucking ear!" Remus's head turned sharply to one of his men, the once-cocky gunman reduced to near tears.
"He completely ruined the entire operation!" You shouted, your voice bouncing ominously around the empty room, "You deserve the pain."
"She's fucking insane," The man glared at Remus from the ground, blood trickling down his fingers as he held his ear, "She tried to kill me!"
"No she didn't," Remus scoffed, "If she'd tried to kill you, you'd be dead. She said it herself, you deserve the pain."
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REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI
SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni
TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!
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It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life — you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree.
Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes.
Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly.
The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive.
Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips.
“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni.
“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour.
“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink.
“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?”
Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”
There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request.
It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be.
With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows.
To say that you were stunned was an understatement.
It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn.
One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.
It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.
You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears.
Just do your job…
“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to.
“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…
He’s beautiful
She’s precious
“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.
She doesn’t know…
Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.
“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh.
“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”
“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.
Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks.
He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge.
Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel.
“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”
A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!
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The Drink Snob
mafia!Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3200 words
p1 // p2 // p3 // p4
CW: mentions of spiked drink (no one drinks it), reference to past spiked drinks, complaining about misogyny, bad reputation of American tourists in the UK (I'm sorry!)
The short of it was: it had been a long day.
The long of it though, by God, was that you really, really needed a drink.
You got to your favourite pub which was only a brisk 7-minute walk from the university; a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub which probably had several thousand identical pubs lined across the UK but that didn’t matter, dammit, because this one was special – this one was yours. You chuckled at the irony that you had moved half-way across the world to England only to sit yourself in an Irish chain pub that you’d likely be able to find back home a mere 6000 kilometers away.
You relished the feel of the warm air hitting your rosy cheeks after marching your ass down to the pub in the biting wind in naught but a long coat and a scarf. The warm air stung but in all the best ways as you shucked off your outer-layers and plopped down on a stool by the bar, unawares of anyone else within your vicinity other than the bartender promised to serve you your drinks.
“Alright there, Lass? What can I get for ye?” The fellow asked and you could have kissed him right then and there.
“Can I have a negroni and your tallest pint please.” You asked, hoping the desperation in your voice wasn’t noticeable – the fact that the bartender didn’t comment on the odd combination of drinks let you know that is was noticeable. No matter – you were desperate, what did you care?
Turns out you should have cared more.
“I’m sorry but I must tell you, that is an awful combination of drinks.” A lilting voice came from your left side. You groaned audibly and held your hands up to your temples like blinders to avoid even looking at the voice who dared to speak to you after such a day.
“S’pose its good nobody asked you then.” You muttered darkly. You didn’t make a habit of speaking to people this way often – people already spent enough of your time in the UK mistaking you for an American on account of your accent anyway, you needn’t add fuel to the fire by adding to an already bad reputation.
“Please tell me that you’re ordering for a friend. You’ve surely just ordered for someone who’s meeting you here?”
You knew better – you really did. You don’t let strange men in bars know that you’re alone; make them believe someone could show up to save you at any minute. But dammit, you’ve been fending off jackasses all day – what’s one more?
“Apparently, I live to disappoint men, sir, so no – both drinks are for me. Is that quite alright with you? I didn’t realize I had to pass this decision by the board.” You spat, finally turning your what you were sure was a burning gaze to this mystery guy on a stool to your left.
You hesitated in your ire for a moment: the man was quite a bit larger than you had pictured in your mind – not large in a particularly broad way but the man seemed to be excruciatingly tall; he sat basically spilling off his stool, while still managing to look elegant in doing so. He was dressed sharply but not in a way that made him stand out – respectable but forgettable, he blended into this bar well. Or he would if he hadn’t been so fucking handsome.
He had warm, honey-coloured curls that seemed to artfully fall in front of his face, and eyes to match. You’d never seen amber coloured eyes before, but you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from them. You did – by god you did – because the rest of the man was too enticing not too. He had a chunk missing out of his left eyebrow which was arched mischievously at what you assumed was your attitude with him, and his crooked smirk matched. He had a few scars littering his face – most were small, but there was one large one that crossed the bridge of his nose, and another nick on the right of his upper lip that may have continued onto his lower, but you didn’t want to get caught staring at his mouth. And of course, of-fucking-course he’d have a dimple. Why wouldn’t he? Could this day get any worse.
“What was the thought process, then?” He asked, his smirk growing deeper.
“What?” You guffawed. He couldn’t seriously be doing this; people didn’t do this, right?
He gestured between the two drinks sat in front of you with his own – a rum and coke if you guessed correctly. “Why those drinks, specifically? They don’t exactly pair well together.”
You stared dumbly at this hot, audacious man. You hoped he’d decide you weren't worth the breath and move along. He only stared back at you.
“There wasn’t any.”
“Hm?” He queried.
“There wasn’t any. Thought process, I mean.” You muttered, taking a sip of the negroni. “I like both drinks – usually separately, but I’ve been dreaming about getting my ass down here since practically 9:30 this morning and I couldn’t choose which I wanted first and I knew that I planned on getting at least a little bit tipsy in order to pretend I didn’t have a completely mind-fucking day so I thought ‘fuck it, I’ll order both’ and I thought since it was no one’s business but my own what I put into my body that I could get away with it but clearly, I was wrong.” You felt winded after your mini rant as you looked back at the man. He seemed genuinely entertained at your story, though his eyes grew a bit softer.
“Thinking of drinking at 9:30 am, hm?” He pondered out loud. “You know, that’s usually the sign of a problem; one might call it alcoholism.”
You barked a laugh. “Yeah, you call it alcoholism, I call it Gilderoy Lockhart.”
“Ah, so boy-problems then, is it?” He asked in a laugh.
You shot him a warning look. “It is not like that.”
“I didn’t mean to offend.” He offered with his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Tell me what it’s like then.”
You sighed dramatically. “It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m just mad about stuff at school.”
“Ah, you’re a student, then?”
“PhD candidate, but technically, yes.” You offered, downing the rest of the negroni.
“Very neat. What’s your focus?” He asked again as you began sipping on your pint, trying not to grimace at the change in drink. You're sure you failed.
“Music.”
“Hm, I didn’t know one could get a PhD in music.” He queried.
“Music theory, but yeah.” You offered, moving your drink back and forth between your hands.
“And that brought you here? To England? Why not stay in Canada – if that’s where you’re from, pardon my assumption.” He quickly apologized.
You smirked at his correct assumption – thankful that you didn’t come off ‘too American’ today.
“She goes wherever the wind takes her.”
Your statement was met with silence, so you turned to see the man had frozen in his movements and stared at you incredulously.
“Are-are you quoting Disney movies to me?”
“So, you did get the reference.”
“I did, I just fail to see how Pocahontas relates to a PhD program in England on music theory.” He mutters, looking up at you from the rim of his drink.
“I finished my Masters, then the wind changed.” You offered with a shrug, “It brought me here.”
He seemed to study you for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that you weren't going to elaborate further. “And what does this Gabriel fellow have to do with the winds of musical theory?”
You snorted indelicately. “Nothing. He just, I don’t know, it sounds stupid now that I try to say it out loud.”
“None of that, now.” The man said gently with the same smirk on his face, “a smart girl like you doesn’t strike me as the type to overreact to male foolishness.”
He seemed honestly interested in your answer, at least, the most interested anyone has ever seemed in your ramblings about your toe headed fellow PhD’er. You tried facetime’ing your friends from home about him many-a-times before, and they listen but they don't get it. And your schedules don’t align and with the time-difference one of you is always either just waking up or going to bed. But this random, handsome guy in your bar making fun of your drinks has done nothing but listen so far and you really wanted to get it off your chest.
So, you did.
You told him how your morning started terribly as you ripped a hole in your stockings and only noticed once you got to campus and you usually don’t dress this formally to campus, but you were guest lecturing for Minerva and you know professors didn’t technically have a dress code, but she always looked well put together so, dammit, so were you. You explained that your mother always was the superstitious type and had you carry an emergency pair on you at all times, so you were thankfully able to change, but only after you spilled coffee on your blazer and had to shrug that off for the day and the lecture halls are ridiculously cold always; you know these stone buildings were built before electricity but surely with the great minds this school has churned out, they could find a way to keep the warm air in and cold drafts out?
And if all that hadn’t been bad enough, the other PhD candidate working under McGonagall is this absolute bell-end that you're almost positive has plagiarized half of his written work because everything he spews is absolute nonsense. He’s rude, and condescending, and spoke over you throughout all of your lectures to wax poetic about different Opera’s he’s performed in across the world - that you swear to God you will fact-check one of these days - that had absolutely nothing to do with the course content. And then, and then, he had the audacity to suggest you were only here because the school was required to accept a minimum number of foreign students and since you were, quote, just a woman, you also checked off their minority requirements too.
“People don’t get accepted here because of their nationality or their gender or their status as a minority. They’re supposed to get here because they’re good.” You muttered, finishing your pint you hadn’t realized you had guzzled during your rant
“And how’d Gavin get in, then?” He asked. You choked on the last of your beer.
“Fucked if I know.” You sighed.
A few more pints were placed in front of you as you continued to rant about the ins and outs of being a scholar in the world of music [for Christ’s sake, what was I thinking? I’ll never work a day in my life.] The man interrupting only to say that switching back to liquor would be a choice you would regret in the morning, and who were you to argue?
And he listened. He scoffed at some parts when you quoted Gilderoy suggesting something ridiculously altruistic that he’d done for the less fortunate while being nothing but condescending, he sprinkled in a few you’re kidding me’s, and even asked you to repeat something he couldn’t fathom the first time.
“See? I knew it. A smart girl like you wouldn’t overreact like that. Sounds like you’re perfectly justified in your ire.” He said.
You hummed as you finished your last pint. You felt thoroughly warm and heavy which was your intention of coming to the pub in the first place. You looked over to notice that the man – whose name you still hadn’t got – was still holding the same drink he had when you first arrived.
“Who are you here waiting for, then?” You asked him.
He looked confused for a moment. “How do you know I wasn’t just in desperate need of a drink myself?”
You nodded toward his still half-full cup in his hand. “Because you really haven’t been drinking.”
He narrowed his eyes and smirked at you. “Observant, aren’t you? Clever girl.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment.
“I was supposed to meet a business associate, actually.” He offered as he looked behind you towards the bar door. You turned to take in the rest of the bar yourself; it didn’t seem like the sort of place one would meet a business associate. The bar was dimly lit and somewhat claustrophobic; it didn’t offer a lot of privacy to talk business. You liked it because it was small - you’d be able to see everyone who was currently in the building with one sweep of your gaze save those who may be in the washrooms, and you could see out onto the street from your seat at the bar.
“I think it might be safe to say they stood you up.” You offered with a smirk as you turned to look back at him, only to find him already looking at you.
“I think you might be right.” He offered, looking you up and down.
You couldn’t help but admit he was quite attractive – and not just in his honey-blond curls and mischievous smirk and long limbs way, but he seemed clever, smart, and clearly he was a good listener. You sort of hoped he’d offer you his name, maybe even his number. You wouldn’t mind waiting around for a business associate of his with him again sometime.
You had no such luck.
He began to stand with an expression that bordered regret crossing his face.
“It appears I must be off.” He offered with a sad smirk as he placed some bills down on the table. You weren't quite familiar with the bills in the UK yet, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for the one drink he had at the bar that was still unfinished. You took notice of said drink as you came to this conclusion and got a weird feeling in your gut as he took the drink by the rim and brought it to his lips.
“Wait!” You said as you grabbed his arm. He tensed immediately and you pulled your hand away as if it burned. “I’m sorry. Just, is that the same drink you had when I first arrived?”
He looked from the drink back to me with furrowed brows. “Yes, why?”
You pointed to the drink he still held in his hand. “It’s old.”
He smirked. “Are you a drink snob, miss orders-two-incompatable-drinks-together-and-drinks-them-at-the-same-time?” You rolled your eyes and snatched the drink out of his hand as he brought it to his lips once again, which earned you an indignant ‘oi!’
“No, you berk, what I mean is, this drink is old. It’s warm to the touch, the ice has all melted and it should be as flat as a board but it’s bubbling, like, a lot.” You said as you held it in front of his eyes. He watched you for a few moments before you continued.
“It looks like someone put something in it.”
His gaze shot back to his drink where, sure enough, his should-be-flat diet coke was fizzing wildly as it began to turn a slightly murky shade.
You watched as he gently plucked the drink from your hand and casually put it back down on the bar and shrugged on his jacket.
“It appears you’re right.” He said in monotone. “Looks like we both ought to take our leave, hm?”
You nodded and followed suit; replacing your jacket and scarf you had ripped off unceremoniously as you had entered and headed for the door. The alcohol made you wobble for but a moment, but you were quickly righted by a gentle hand pressed to your lower back. Mortified, you put your best foot forward and marched out the door, hoping your embarrassment wasn't to evident in your cheeks.
You had to admit, you were beginning to panic. Why were you trusting this man? You had spent the last – you checked your watch – nearly two hours talking to this man whose name you still don’t know completely unaware of what was happening around you, and it turned out that there was someone here drugging drinks.
What if it’s him? An unhelpful part of your brain supplied. Why would he spike his own drink and then almost drink it? You argued back.
“You should be more careful.” You offered in what you had hoped to be a playful manner, but it came out strained. “Do you know of any reason why someone may want to spike your drink?”
He seemed to consider your question as you both walked somewhat briskly down the busy street to the subway station.
“No reason that would be suitable to share in the presence of a lady, I’m afraid.” He offered with a wink, leaning down slightly with his hands in his pocket. This answer didn’t make you feel any better.
“Any particular reason why you’re familiar with the signs of a spiked drink?” He offered back.
“I have a feeling most girls would be able to answer that.”
“Hm, perhaps. But I do not believe all would be as quick to catch it as you were.”
You didn’t answer him; you decided you had shared more than enough with this stranger tonight, and you were officially feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with the situation. You were mostly uncomfortable with how not uncomfortable you felt. It felt easy, walking with this stranger, as if you’ve been walking down dreary streets of London together for ages and this was just another Tuesday.
He stopped suddenly and flagged a taxi. You scowled at how quickly a cab stopped for him and his long as arms.
“Here, it’s too muggy for such a lady to brave the underground.” He offered as he opened the door. You began to protest, you had a tube pass through school for a reason, but his hand was on your lower back again as he gently led you into the car and closed the door before sticking his head in the window of the front passenger seat and tossing a handful of bills at the driver.
“Anywhere she wants to go.” He said, stepping back to the middle of the sidewalk and waving you off.
Between the alcohol, your nerves and being disarmed by the attractiveness of this man, you simply spouted the address of your flat to the driver and turned your face forward. The whole evening seemed otherworldly – like you were missing a big chunk of information of what happened tonight, even though you could account for every minute of it.
Your suspicions would have been proven correct if you had turned around to see your mystery man again, who was now accompanied by two other similarly dressed men - one with an unruly mop of brown curls and a shorter man with long black hair tied back haphazardly - who began chasing a fourth man in earnest down the street in the opposite direction.
Continue to part two here.
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thinking ab mafia!remus and announcing that ur engaged to his friends🤭 he'd be so cute and grumpy with it while sunshine!reader is so giddy oaoaooaoao
he’s not even unhappy, remus is beaming.
he’s just a lot more reserved with it.
you on the other hand, you’re flaunting the ring to sirius, james, lily and marlene who came over for brunch.
“it’s so pretty! i’m so excited to plan everything!” you can’t stop glancing at the ring- your dream ring.
james is right there on the brink of overexcitement with you- gushing about the ring like he hadn’t had lily do some incognito ring sizing for remus.
sirius uses your distractedness to turn to remus, “you look chuffed,” he says it sarcastically, but remus really is.
“i can’t wait to just marry her,” remus says, sipping his black coffee and you marlene and lily get carried away in flower arrangements.
“she stop talking about the ring yet?” that gets a chuckle from remus.
“hasn’t stopped talking since i went down on one knee.” but he’s glad you haven’t, he can’t imagine listening to anyone else ramble about anything.
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I only write for older Remus Lupin. [*] indicates smut
If you didn't know me like you do*
Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break
Pointless Jealousy
A guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.
Teatime
Y/n struggles to take her tea.
Let the rain in*
reader is worried that the window is open.
Femme Fatale*
Remus is crazy about his student; but she likes playing too much.
No crumbs left*
Remus and Y/n spend New Year's at home.
Conversation deviated
Remus invites you to his office to discuss the new reading club, but the conversation deviates.
The third night*
Remus is infatuated with his flirty student and he can't help acting on his feelings.
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mafia!au remus lupin where he is stone cold and terrifying with everyone but reader?
IMAGINE it had been a specially bad day, to the point where Remus is the first one through the door and everyone else cowering behind because he is not only covered in blood but he still has the gun in his hand and they know he will shoot them; no questions asked.
That is until he sees you in your pjs. You hurry to him, take the gun with a cloth and his hand with the other.
“Dove?”
“It’s okay Remmy, you just need to change. I know you hate wet clothes.”
“I’m covered in blood, dove.”
“You always say the same! I don’t mind, love. I just want you cleaned so you can cuddle me on the couch.”
“They’ll think I’ve gone soft with you.”
“But you have! Besides you terrify them. Not Jamie and Siri though.”
“I’ve known them forever! Would be weird if they did.”
“You just need a little loving, Remmy. If they think you’ve gone soft I can scare them a little for you.”
“You?”
“Yeah, little old me. I can be a little mean, you know?”
That night while Remus is napping on the couch you absolutely tear them appart and they just understand. Remus and you work because not only do you love and respect eachother, but you are willing to scream and yell in a room full of armed men all because Remus might feel disrespected.
Needless to say after that, not only are they affraid of Remus, but they start to look at you in a different light too.
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~little bird series masterlist
characters: mafia!sirius black, princess potter!reader, prince!james potter, prince!remus lupin, bodyguard!lily evans, secret agent!regulus (unrelated to sirius in this au), mercenary!peter pettigrew
series warnings: possible blood and violence, non-canon characters and places, no magic, time lapses between parts, non-conventional viewing of monarchy and other social systems, mafia characters, dirty business, love triangle, allusion to the prequel I have in the works as well
series summary: the second generation of royal potters and lupins have to face the new reign alongside a resurrected mafia force, mercenaries creeping out of the past, constant threats to not only the crown but their lives and the princess' search for peace at all costs lands her in the middle of an epic love triangle between a dangerous mafia boss and a prince who has cast himself away from his throne.
chapter one- when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with
chapter two- regulus confronts you about going to see sirius alone, your parents being home forces you to lie about how you solved the crisis in their absence and even amid damage control you're still thinking about sirius, seems he's thinking about you too
chapter three- james has to speak at the post-crisis press conference which forces you to come face to face with other royals, one of whom you hadn't seen since he broke your heart as a teenager, an unexpected visitor at the conference sends everyone running in terror and makes you realize just how dangerous of a world your mother has left for you to inherit (coming soon…)
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mafia!poly!marauders or any of them takes reader to kill someone who’s in debt with them. they let reader pull the trigger and blood splatters all over her. and they’re just.. TURNED ON they fuck her then and there
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james and sirius hold the guy up as remus keeps your shaky hand still, cooing in your ear as he puts his finger on yours and pulls the trigger.
you start sobbing when the noise of the gunshot fills the air and your body’s pushed back by the impact. blood lands in your mouth, the thick, metallic liquid pooling on your tongue as you refuse to swallow. james and sirius let him fall to the floor as they shake off their hands and sirius runs a hand through his silky hair, eyes trailing down your blood splattered body. remus takes the gun from you before you can drop it, shoving it into his waistband as he kisses you, forcing you to swallow the mixture of your bloody spit and his.
you bury your head into james’ chest as he approaches you and hugs you, praising you as sirius settles behind you, pushing your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck, lapping at the blood drying there. james’ hands join sirius’ in roaming your body as he tilts his head to kiss you, rough fingers tickling your waist as he lifts your shirt.
“y’did so well, baby,” remus murmurs beside you, “want us to show you how well?”
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Mafia marauders picking you up from the police station because you and lily stole the McDonald’s sign after you went clubbing
as much as they hate the police, they're on speed dial because of you.
it wouldn't be normal for them not to call once a month whenever you had a girls night that ended to far, all of you too drunk and end up do something stupid.
"on the way." remus just sighed into the phone, calling out for james and sirius, who were already waiting in the garage.
coming into the station, they could already hear the two of you giggling.
seeing the familar yellow M in the corner, sirius just looked over at the office who nodded, confirming his thoughts.
"jamie!" you smiled, running into the arms of your husband, james catching you easily, while giving lily a smile.
"really?" sirius looked at the two of you, remus already occupied getting the two of you out, "a mcdonald's sign, how did you even get it down."
the two of you just looked at each other before laughing. the three men just sighed, standing behind the two of you as the two of you had your arms wrapped around each other, stumbling out of the station.
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"dont even try" is so cute! can we see more of sub remus with his mafia doms?
“Siri, you think we could go outside today?” Remus asked batting his eyelashes. He knew his eyes made Sirius weak. “No baby. We already said no.” His answer made remus secretly roll his eyes.
He walked into the kitchen where you and James were discussing something that looked very secretive. He put a pout on before pushing out his bottom lip. “Hey bunny, what’s got you all pouty?” You asked gesturing for him to come to you.
“I just want to go outside today” he mumbled. “Maybe we can go shopping for an hour, can’t have our boy all bored in the house now can we?” James suggested making Remus eyes light up.
“Sirius! Go get the car!” James yelled. “For what?” Sirius asked walking into the room. “We’re going shopping” you said making Sirius raise his eyebrow. “Oh really? Remus didnt I tell you no?” Sirius asked making Remus turn red.
“What did we say about asking one of us if the other one said no?” Sirius said grabbing the small boys chin to look at him. “Not to. M’sorry. I just wanted to go outside.” You cooed mockingly at his words knowing your nice attitude will fade once you punish the boy.
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Big bad wolf - teaser
Serie: Beauty and the Beast
Mafia!Remus Lupin x reader
Author’s note: Hello everyone! Finally after an eternity between tonight and tomorrow I will post the next installment of the Mafia series!Remus Lupin. I had missed it a lot since I haven't posted since March 7, but that's another story. Here's a little advance in case I can't finish it tonight.
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"Where are you taking me?" I ask him once we get to his apartment, but he continues on his way without looking back. His hand is tight around mine, but it doesn't hurt. His grip is gentle. I feel the scars on my skin, contrasting with his gentle touch. We arrive in front of the door to his studio, where I had never been. He opens the door and before me is a view of an almost aseptic studio, precise and clean.
On the walls appear a couple of maps of the city with some signs and some papers attached. The desk stands out in the middle of the room, in front of it a couple of armchairs ready to welcome his friends, and enemies. Behind them a sofa that sits in front of a fire. Next to it, on the right, a beautiful window that looked out over the city. Behind the desk a huge bookcase, full of books that clashed somewhat with the seriousness of the rest of the office.
He walked over to a section of books, moved one of them, and like a movie, a door from the bookcase opened. He waves me in, so I follow his advice and enter that mysterious opening to find a new wonder.
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maybe mafia!marauders who trick bimbo!reader into stripping every time during strip poker even when they lose
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
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You're too preoccupied with reapplying your lip gloss between rounds that you don't notice Remus stuffing cards into his sleeve. James is hand-feeding you chex mix, hovering his hand over your mouth and dropping pretzels and peanuts and crackers into your mouth as messily as possible, so that your lips pucker around his fingers and your tongue lavs over his skin to get the cheese dust off. In doing so, all of your gloss is shiny on his skin, and you have to layer on a new coat.
"Alright, sweetheart," Sirius checks to be sure Remus has the cards he needs, "How are you feeling this round?"
You peer at your cards, and a frown slips over your features. You've never been good at poker faces.
"Um," You deliberate, glancing up at the pot, 'I'll... raise."
"Two layers?" Sirius raises an eyebrow, "You sure, angel?"
"Mhm," You nod, confident that you've thrown them off for now, "Two layers."
When you reveal your cards, Remus wins. You swear he's magic or something, he always seems to have perfect hands. Your shoulders slump as you reach for your jacket's zipper, "Do I have to? It'll be cold."
"You raised," James chides, watching with rapt attention as you peel away your jacket and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Don't start something you can't finish, love."
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