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Hi! I re-read your marauders works recently and i love them very much
I wanted to ask you if you would write something where reader has a nightmare or is just sad and goes to Remus for comfort? and then sirius and james come back from their walk or from the library (something like that) and they all cuddle
Thank you if you do, love u and your fics
Sleepytime Sadness
Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)
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Warnings - Mentions of nightmares, four people snuggling in one bed (it's a hazard), soft boys for a soft baby, very much a blurb
Notes - Okay I have the hang of fic writting again ... Maybe. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do <3, and of course, thank you so much for the ask!
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Remus was to enthralled with the book sat in front of him to notice the door creaking open, and the soft foot prints that followed soon after. It wasn't until Y/n had whispered his name a few feet behind him, that he realized he had a, welcome, intruder. "Hi Lovie." He smiled, his eyes tried from reading for so long, eyelids hardly open as he searched from them in the dark of his room "Everything okay?" He asked, Y/n's breathing loud and uneven.
"Remmy?" They asked nervously, their hands playing with their pyjama shirt's hem.
"Yeah?" His actions and words were hesitant, unsure if Y/n was in little space or not, their previous conversation about how their roomates miss them, so they should sleep there instead of in the boy's room again.
"I, I had a nigh'mare." They whispered, slowly taking a few steps closer to Remus, his arms reaching out for Y/n, welcoming them into his embrace.
"Are you scared Lovie?" He whispered back, tucking their face into his neck as they nodded. "Okay, okay." He assessed the situation, lightly kissing their forehead before standing up. "Why don't we snuggle for a bit? Okay?" Y/n nodded as he lead them to his bed. "And then when the boys get back you can decide if you want to go back to your own room."
"No." Y/n whispered. "I wanna stay here tonight." Y/n turned to face him, their eyes welling with tears, just the thought of having to go scaring them once again.
"Okay that's fine, I'm sure the boys will be happy to have an extra snuggle buddy." He smiled, pulling off his sweater before uncovering the bed, Y/n happing going first, pulling the pillows into the right spots, making the blankets feel the right way.
"Wait!" They yelled.
"Here." Remus chuckled, the Bunny stuffed animal snatched out of his hands, the thing hanging on for dear life, the poor thing bough years ago, and never out of Y/n's hands long enough to be patched or washed.
"Than' you." Y/n smiled before nuzzling their nose into the worn fur, smiling as the ears flopped around.
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Y/n was half asleep, head resting on Remus's arm, his long sleeve adorning a few wet droll patches from Y/n's tossing and turning, when the door opened, two very loud boys stumbling in. "Bunny?" Sirius whispered. "What are you doing here?" He asked, crouching down beside the bed, his hand soothing over their head, Y/n nuzzling closer.
"Go' scared." They whispered back, eyes still closed.
"Feeling small, are we?" James chimed in, grabbing the new kids book he found off his chest, making his way closer to the bed, climbing in and sitting at the foot of it, tapping Remus's legs obnoxiously to make him move them and get more room. "Will a book help?" He asked, already opening it.
"Yes!" Y/n perked up, Sirius scooching in next to them, his hand resting against Y/n's head, making sure it wasn't sat against the hard headboard. "'nd some snuggles?"
"And how do we ask?" Remus chimed in.
"With a please." Y/n finished his little 'song'. "Please some snuggles while we read?"
"Of course, Bunny, anything for you." Sirius smiled, wrapping himself around the group, legs sprawled out over everyone, arms flailing, the group laughing at the top of their lungs, a pretty good way to end a pretty scary night.
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honeybeewritings · 1 year
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it's okay little love[r.l.]
✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxiety about regressing, trying to stop the regression process, remmy being the sweetest caregiver(even if you didn't ask)
✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader
✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 732 words
✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you try not to regress all day but everything keeps making you feel small. good thing remmy knows what to do.
✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for all my babies who are scared of telling their s/o they regress. it's okay to be scared but i bet they'll still adore you.
requested by anon: friendly reminder that requests are open
also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos
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you and remus have been going out for a bit. not long but it was long enough that he knew which shops in diagon alley that you liked most.
or so he thought.
he had no idea you were an age regressor and you planned on keeping it that way. he was the sweetest, you knew that, but the thought of him knowing terrified you. you've had more than you fair share of meanies.
you were comfortably walking around diagon alley, holding your boyfriends hand, when you noticed a new shop. you looked closer and it was a toy store.
oh no.
you squeezed remmy's hand and tried not to bite your nails or nervously scratch your arms.
"y' alrigh' love?" remmy asked, squeezing your hand back. you just nodded and walked a little bit faster past the shop, remus matching your pace.
you slowed down and let out a breath. remus looked at you as if to ask "you sure you're okay?" to which you just nodded again.
"i'm fine remus. just saw... um, someone from school. just didn't wanna run into them is all," you lied.
he looked at you questioningly but let it go.
but once you saw the toy store it seemed everything was going to trigger your regression.
"i... need to use the toilet." you told remus, letting go of his hand. "i'll be back."
remus nodded and smiled. "alright. i have a store to go to that i'm not sure you'll like. i'll do that and be right back."
you smiled at your boyfriend and went to the bathroom, trying to keep yourself big. big kid thoughts. like taxes.
you came out after a few minutes and remus was outside, as he said he would be, with a paper bag in his hand.
"what'cha got there?" you asked. even though he said you wouldn't like the store you were still curious.
"nothing darling. how about some ice cream?" he suggested. "it's the best ice cream in london darling." he said excitedly. "just a scoop then we'll go back t'mine yeah?"
you smiled at his excitement and nodded in agreement. "alright. i can go for some ice cream." you agreed.
you and remus got your ice creams from florean fortescue and made your way back to his house. you two took the tube in london, taking it as far as you were allowed, and walked the rest of the way to his house in the country.
it wasn't too terrible a trip but you nervously tried to stop yourself from regressing. you were quieter than usual and remus noticed.
he draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed your arm a bit. you're safe with me.
his parents weren't home, for which you were grateful, and you sat on his bed with him.
"y'know..." he started slowly. "i got you something while we were in diagon alley.
you were confused because he didn't say anything. "oh, remus... i didn't get you anything."
he shook his head and handed you the paper bag. "don't worry about that. i just... um... i think you should open it." he nodded toward the bag.
he seemed nervous about your reaction as you opened it. you kept an eye on remus as you opened the back and gasped at the stuffie remus bought for you.
it was the softest little niffler plush, as well as the cutest. "i love it remmy!" you squealed, nearly tackling your boyfriend to the ground.
"you gonna name it?" he asked. oh he knew what he was doing now... and you absolutely loved it!
you sat back on his bed and shrugged. "mmm, i dunno. wet's name 'im together." you smiled. remus sat next to you and draped an arm across your shoulders.
"hm..." remus tapped a finger against his chin in mock thought. "well, let's think. what are some of your absolute favorite things in the whole world?"
you made a face. "in da whole wide worl'?" you asked, to which remmy nodded. "wet's name 'im... remmy."
"remmy sounds like a good name, i like it."
"it's yours silly goose!" you giggled.
"mine?" he asked. "why, i've never heard it."
"silly goose."
"just know, it's okay little love. i still love you."
your little lip wobbled and you squeezed remus as hard as you could. "tanks 'emmy. luv u so so mush."
"i love you too."
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bellaramseysgf · 2 years
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Little baby (R.L)
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Warning(s); Ddlg relationship,littlespace,crying, soft daddy rem,baths,use of a sippy cup,use of a pacifier,James being the cutest.
Pairing(s); Remus Lupin x girlfriend! Reader.
Summary; playing games with James takes a turn when you fall.
A/n; dedicated to my sweet 💘 anon <3 I didn’t proofread this so ignore mistakes!!
“Jamsie! Slow down!” You yelled running to catch up with him “I can’t run that fast!” You whined and James finally stopped. He smiled back “sorry!” He apologized and you caught up hooking your hand in his.
Sirius and Remus were behind you guys lounging at the lake while you and James went to a set of swings not far from them. James went first,you struggled just a bit but managed to push his late figure back and forth. Whe it was your turn however you tripped over a piece of rock and fell down scrapping up the plan of your hand and knee.
“Oh! Are you okay?” James asked and you sniffled “MOONS!” James yelled and remus is getting up running towards you. James helps you up and starts to dust off your now dirty dress. “What happened?” He asked lifting you up, your pretty pink shoes clapping together. “She tripped” James kicked the rock “stupid rock!” He barked out making you giggle.
“Awh, baby let’s go get you cleaned up, cmon it’s almost naptime anyway.” You nodded and allowed remus to carry back to the blacks estate. James and sirius trailed behind you carrying the small picnic blanket and your books.
“What did you do? Shove her?” Regulus teased at remus and you weren’t having it. You tugged one of your shoes off and chucked it right at him. “Be nice to daddy!!” You yelled at him. The three other men were trying to hold in their laughs as remus stopped to grab your shoe before taking you upstairs. “Cmon let get you in the bath.”
You stood next to him while he filled the bath with hot water and bubbles. You dig out your 3 favorite bath toys and threw them in there as well smiling happily. Remus helped undress you before sitting you inside the tub, you winced at the heat stinging your knee. “Shh, I know but it’ll feel better in a second little one” he leaned down and pecked your forehead.
Remus allowed you to play while he washed your hair. “How does your knee feel now?”’he asked and you shrugged “feels better” “good baby. You wanna get out?” You nodded feeling the water start to turn cold. He quickly gets you out and drys you off putting you on your favorite Ariel sleep set. He grabs your paci from his bathroom counter and slips it in your mouth before he lifts you up. He carries you downstairs and into the kitchen pouring milk into one of your sippy cups and warning it up for you.
“Here you go my princess” he handed you the cup after screwing the lid on. You smiled and he took your paci you replacing it with your cup and drinking the milk slowly. Remus picked you up carrying you into the living room and sitting down holding you in his lap, he grabbed a blanket and tucked it around you.
“It’s okay baby, daddy’s here” you smiled and let your eyes get heavy as you sipped at your milk. You felt warm and fuzzy beibg inside the most comforting persons arms you drifted off to sleep easily.
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zmxchs · 2 years
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Thunderstroms || R.L
young!Remus x Reader
Summary: Remus taking care of his girlfriend that is afraid of thunderstorms.
Warning: really bad writing, i needed something to do to keep myself from doing stm stupid
🐚Fluff ,Blurb🐚
Its a stormy friday night and everyone is chatting in the common room. The sounds of rain hitting the glass, scribbling of homework, and chatter is heard.
You are on the floor, leaning on your boyfriend's, Remus lupin's, legs, who is on the couch. You are happily chatting with everyone about what new prank should be done.
Then all of a sudden a burst of lightning is shown though the window, and you knew what was soon to follow, and so did your boyfriend. Thunder
Due to your small size, Remus quickly grabbed you from arms, hoisting you up next to him. You quickly cover yourself with the blanket that was once over him, with your head in his lap. His hands cover your ears just in time for the loud thunder, yet you let out a little jolt. He leans down and kisses your forehead.
You too stay this way for the rest of the night, so you would feel protected.
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catastrxblues · 11 months
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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩
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hearts4court · 7 months
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Dating Remus Lupin would include:
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A/N: these were short. but i love them, should i do what it would be like, married to Remus? i feel like much wouldn’t change other then last names, age, and the sex UGHH ☺️🤭💕
Smut ahead! minors DNI!! 🤺🤺
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SFW:
Remus won’t admit it, but he LOVES those nicknames you give him. Rem, Remmy, etc. Only his friends can call him Mooney, it sounds weird to him when you do.
he loves you so much it actually hurts. Would do anything for you tbh.
He reads to you, you’ll lay on his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist, your legs tangled with each others, whispering the words to you.
He also likes when you read to him, he just likes your voice, likes listening to you talk about things you like.
loves when you get excited about stuff, whether it’s about your interests or something cool you learned.
Gets mad when ppl cut you off while your talking, or when ppl don’t listen to you.
“and then it got really interesting cause the main character went into this cave and-“ you said, excited to talk about your new book that you’ve been reading, when all of a sudden, someone cut you off causing your smile to fade and for you to drop your head.
“anyways.. like i was saying-“ they started to say before- “shut the fuck up. Don’t cut her off, mate.” Remus scoffed before he turned back to you, grabbing your hand and kissing your temple. “and what happened after the MC went into the cave, love?” he asked making you smile.
When your on your period, he definitely shares his chocolate with you(and only you) he cuddles with you and doesn’t leave your side.
During full moons, he kinda avoids around this time because he’s moody and doesn’t wanna hurt you.
After he gets back from a full moon however, he lets you take care of him because poor baby is so vulnerable and tired:(
“There ya go.. Relax rem, everything’s gonna be okay..” you coo, as you wipe the dried blood from his back, making him hiss at the warm water hitting his wounds.
“You’re so good to me, dove.” he whispered making you smile, “don’t know what i’d do without ya, you’re my guardian angel.” he praised making you blush and smile widely, kissing his lips softly.
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NSFW:
Remember how i said he’s moody during the full moon? Well that goes with being horny too 🤭🤭
When y’all have sex, it’s usually slow and passionate. But during the full moon, it’s fast and rough, not like you mind anyways.
“Oh.. Remmy!” you cry as he thrusted fast and rough into you. “shh, it’s alright dove..you can take one more f’me, yeah? My pretty girl can handle it.” he praised as he rammed into you making you moan out.
“My pretty girl- oh, my sweet, sweet girl.” he praised, gripping onto your hips, leaving his finger prints indented into your flesh.
He’d def feel bad about “hurting you” after the full moon ends. So he’d make it up too you. :)
his tongue over lapping at your cunt had you arching your back and whining.”such a pretty cunt, dove.. pretty, just like you.”He said, gripping onto your thighs to keep you down.
If he’s feeling up to his sometimes, he’ll let Sirius get a taste, if your comfortable with it of course. He wants to show you off, especially when it comes to showing people what he gets to fuck.
Such a soft!dom but as his moments where he’s a hard!dom
remember how i said he likes to read to you? he loves to read book lines into your ear while he fucks you from behind 🦋🦋
Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.
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ellecdc · 2 months
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The Drink Snob (part 3)
mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3.1k
p1 // p2 // p3 // p4
CW: attempted drink tampering, attempted human trafficking, a lot of swearing because it's Remus and reader (obviously)
Synopsis: You take Elle's advice, Remus returns the favour.
You waited at the end of the counter for your mocha to be called through the café. You were feeling pretty good about yourself; you had an interview lined up at a nice restaurant at the end of this week, you’d guest lectured for Minerva and got great feedback from both her and the students, and you’d found time to facetime Elle twice more.
The café was fairly busy with a fair number of students trying to get their caffeine fix between classes. The barista apologized to you for the wait, but you waved him off; “I’m not in any rush right now, take your time.” You had said to him.
“That was quite polite of you.” A voice to your right commented. 
You turned and raised your eyebrow at the dark-haired man. His hair was an array of curls pulled back into a low bun, and he kept his onyx gaze fixed on you. 
“And that surprises you?”
He smirked at you. “From a yank? I’d have to say a little.”
“Right,” You scoffed, “I’m not American.”
He looked at you strangely at that. “You sound like an American.”
“Maybe I’m just practicing for a part.” You shot back.
He hummed in response. “A budding actress, hm?”
Before you could respond, your name was called at the counter.
“Peppermint mocha for Y/N!”
You picked up your cup and turned back to the man. “As nice as this was, I have to take my leave.”
“Come to dinner with me.” He interjected quickly. You stared at him incredulously.
“I’m sorry?”
“Come on, I want to hear more about this budding acting career of yours.” He said as he winked. 
Your immediate thought was hell no. But then you thought of The Man ™ from the pub last week, and how surprising and nice it was to finally connect with someone. Wasn’t this exactly what Elle was saying you should be doing? It went against every part of your better judgement, but this opportunity had been placed in front of you twice, were you really in any position to ignore it?
“What’s your name?” You asked. You were met with a victorious smile.
“Tan.”
You considered him for a moment.
“Fine, one dinner.”
He clapped his hands together. “Wonderful, how about tonight? There’s a Spanish fusion restaurant that just opened downtown that I’ve been dying to try. I could pick you up. Say 7?” 
You looked the man up and down; you may be stepping out of your comfort zone agreeing to a date with a stranger you met at a coffee shop, but you weren’t suicidal. 
“I’ll meet you there.” You offered. Tan seemed to deflate a little, but the emotion passed quickly over his face.
He gave you the address and then actually kissed you on the hand before you turned and exited the café. 
Were all Brit’s this bold? Was this just an English thing? You walked back to the faculty building hoping this was a meet cute opportunity you could tell Elle about. 
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“It’s kinda smart, really.” James commented, taking another drink from his water. 
“What is?” Remus asked, not looking up from the salad he was pushing around on the plate in front of him.
“Scouting near the universities.” 
Remus looked up at his mate then, his black hair as wild as ever as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. His knee was bouncing under the table, and Remus knew he was just trying to make conversation while they waited for Lestrange to make his appearance, but James could be so thick sometimes.
“Yes, James. It’s almost as if the traffickers have a method that they follow to find young women they can pick up.” Remus muttered quietly, finally shifting his gaze up to the door. 
“Sorry.” James muttered as he ran his hand through his hair again. “I just hate waiting.”
Remus chuckled. “I can tell.” 
James made it through at least a minute and a half of silence before Remus finally took pity on him. “Harry’s so close to walking now, eh?” 
James’ face lit up as he began a long tangent of his son’s different methods of movement which ranged from scooting, crawling, shifting, and rolling. “And Moony, yesterday he stood at the coffee table and walked around it all by himself! He was holding the coffee table, but still!” 
Remus smiled at his friend’s happiness just as he noticed their target entering the building. 
“He’s here.” Remus muttered into his collar which hid his speak piece.
“Greasy bastard, how do they manage to look creepier and creepier every time I see them?” Sirius muttered darkly into Remus and James’ earpiece from his car parked out front. 
Sirius hated not being able to join on some stakeouts on account of his family. For example, Rabastan Lestrange is technically related to Sirius through marriage as he is the brother-in-law of Sirius’ first cousin Bellatrix. Sirius and Bellatrix, both Black’s by birthright, and the Lestrange’s have historically held ties to the mob boss Tom Riddle who had his followers call him Lord Voldemort. Pretentious fucks at best, but at worst they were prejuidiced, racist, bigots who were involved in human trafficking, which meant it was very important that they get caught and stopped, not the other way around. Which meant Sirius had to play back-up. 
Remus was fine with that. James could be a little annoying on account of his ADHD, but he’d take that over Sirius’ inner rage any day. 
Remus got it, he really did; Sirius had been surrounded by this his whole life – born and raised to carry on the Black line of arseholes, and he’s seen things many people haven’t. His family was awful and what these women and children went through at their hands was horrible, but being hot-headed in the field didn’t save them.
Remus figured Sirius would probably make a good police officer if they weren’t so corrupt, though he would struggle playing by the rules.
Maybe in another life. 
“He’s got a seat in the far left. It’s secluded and near an emergency exit. Reg, are you able to get eyes back there without being caught?” James asked into his own speak piece. 
“On it.” Was Reg’s response. 
Remus watched the door as James watched Rabastan. People came and went but James never mentioned a change in our target, so Remus disregarded them.
Suddenly, Remus’ breath caught in his throat. No. Not her. 
“We should try the croquettes.” James said - their code.
No.
“No.”
James looked up at Remus. “What?”
“It’s...” Remus started, but he didn’t know how to finish. James kept his eyes on Rabastan as you walked past Remus’ line of sight.
“Wait, is that-” James started but they were interrupted by Regulus.
“I’ve got eyes on the emergency exit.” 
“Copy.” James muttered and looked back to Remus. “What is it?”
“What’s going on?” Sirius interjected in their earpieces. 
“Is that the girl?” James whispered to him, causing Remus to scrunch his eyes shut.
“Wait, what?” Reg called.
James sighed. “Remus’ girl from The Drunken Sailor, it’s her.”
“Wait.” Sirius yelled causing both men to wince. “The girl Rabastan is meeting, it’s Remus’ girl?”
“She’s not my girl.”
Sirius called out the wrong name. “Right?”  Sirius carried on over top of Remus. 
“Y/N.” Remus corrected.
“Oh my God,” James said wide eyed at him. “You’ve got it bad.”
“I do not.” Remus started before changing gears, “fuck off, Prongs. Now is not the time. We’ve got to get her out of here.” 
“Easy, Remus.” Regulus encouraged him quietly.
“Tell us how you want to go about this.” James added.
Both Black brothers shouted a what over the earpieces. 
“The plan stays the same, Prongs. Same as it always is – get her out.” Sirius barked.
“No, Padfoot. This has taken on a new element. If Remus isn’t careful, he could be accused of nefarious actions himself. She’s scheduled for an interview at the restaurant in a few days.” James chided. “It’s your call.” He said to Remus.
She wasn’t supposed to get caught up in this. 
She was supposed to go back to school and stay away from dingy bars – and dingy men. She was so clever; how could she have gotten swept up with Rabastan?
No.
Don’t be an arse, Remus.
These men were smart. They knew how to come off completely charming, and targeted women, well, women exactly like her.
She was a student, she was foreign, and she was probably alone when he approached her. She was their perfect target.
Remus just hoped she had kept her wits about her; she had noticed so quickly that his drink had been tampered with, hopefully she’d be just as alert tonight. Remus knew from the staff at the café that she had declined his invitation to pick her up, hopefully she didn’t give him her number, either. 
“Do you want me to swap, Remus?” Regulus queried over our earpiece. 
Did Remus want him to swap? 
What did Remus want?
Remus kind of wanted to be the one to be sitting over there with you.
He turned to look at your table to see you place your jacket on the hook of the booth beside you. As your head was turned, Rabastan’s hand hovered over your glass of water which began to fizz.  
“Moons?” James asked quietly again. 
But before Remus could respond, you looked back up and your gaze found him. Your eyes and nose scrunched a little as you considered him as if you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You finally shook your head slightly and offered Remus a small smile before turning back to Rabastan. 
Well, you knew Remus was here now. 
So much for keeping her out of this. 
“Now.” Remus said as he stood from his place at the table. 
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The world had to be fucking with you at this point, right? You weren’t actually seeing The Man™? He must just be a figment of your imagination?
Apparently, he was not just a figment of your imagination because he was suddenly standing at the end of your table as if he was about to take your order.
“We really must stop meeting each other like this.” He said with a smirk.
You chuckled nervously as you stared at his beautiful face. “Uhm, yeah. Haha. What are the odds?”
“Uhm, do you mind?” Tan said as he considered The Man ™ and you with furrowed brows.
“I do, actually.” He said severely, before a second man with a mop of curly black hair sidled up behind him looking far more pleased than his counterpart.
“Rabastan, my man, it’s been too long.” He said entirely too loudly. You felt your cheeks heat up as you offered the people around you a nervous smile. 
Tan seemed to pale at the sight of the newcomer. Suddenly, his glass of water was turned over in front of him as he scrambled to stand. Before Tan could get anywhere, the curly headed man embraced him in an aggressive looking hug that involved an arm around his neck.
“You bastard, I can’t believe we let it go this long without catching up. Why don’t we have a little family reunion, hm? I know some cousins of yours who are just dying to see how you are.” He announced to the entire restaurant as he man-handled Tan to the emergency exit behind your booth.
You watched with your mouth hanging open as the door closed behind them and the restaurant returned to its appropriate volume. 
You turned your head towards The Man ™ as he slid into the booth Tan had just been dragged out of for all intents and purposes.
“What?” was all you could manage to mutter. 
“Don’t drink your water” was his response.
You looked down to see the table – now pooled with Tan’s water – and sat there in front of you was your water with a filmy layer on top. 
“What the fuck just happened?” you muttered more to yourself than anything.
“I returned the favour.” The Man™ replied with a shrug as he mopped up the water on the table that was starting to spill onto the bench of the booth you were seated on.
“What? Were you following me around waiting for some guy to drug me?” You asked incredulously.
“Relax, sweetheart. It’s not that deep.”
You scoffed in outrage. “Do not tell me to relax you fucker, I was nearly drugged, and lord knows what else.”
“I know exactly what else.” The man snarked back. “He would have brought you out to a van that his buddies would have pulled up upon his command, they would have dumped your purse and all of your belongings in the dumpster behind some business a few blocks away, flown you to Portugal and sold you to the highest bidder, and that’s ignoring everything that would have happened in between. I can assure you, darling, that there was only one fucker here and he was just dragged away by my mate there. So please for all that is holy, relax.” He pressed the end of his sentence as he dumped your glass over as well just as a server came by.
“Oh, let me clean this up for you!” The server exclaimed at the mess just as The Man apologized in faux embarrassment. “I’ll get you two new glasses. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”
Completely stunned, you decided to field the question to the infuriating man across from you who, fucking damnit, looked just as handsome as the first time you’d seen him. 
“Just the waters for now, thank you.” He said with a smile which flashed his dimples, the bastard. 
“Are you okay?” He asked softly which was in stark contrast from his demeanor before the server came.
“I’m fine.” You muttered probably more aggressively than you should have. “Fuck, I’m going to kill her.” You growled as you leaned your elbows onto the table and shoved your face into your hands.
“Who’s that now?”
You groaned, hands still covering your face. “My friend, the bitch. This is all her fault.” 
“How so?”
“This was her idea! Going out with him, I mean.” You answered miserably as you leaned back against the booth and crossed your arms.
“Your friend knew that guy?” He asked somewhat alarmed.
You snorted a laugh. “No. She just thought I should get out more. Was so worried about me being all sad and lonely in this new city. This’ll teach her.” You muttered as you picked imaginary lint from your skirt.
The man was mirroring you; leaning against the back of his booth with his arms crossed as he seemed to consider you.
“Is that why you started handing out your CV?”
You felt your eyebrows furrow. “My what?” 
The man dramatically rolled his eyes. “Oh, my apologies. I meant your resume.”
You nodded your head in understanding before slamming your hand down on the still damp table. “How do you know I’ve been handing out resumes? Are you actually stalking me?” 
“No, even your luck doesn’t seem to be that bad. Though, being nearly drugged twice is not a good track record.”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you were the one nearly drugged last time.”
The man smiled at you and something about it felt far softer than you felt the moment called for. “You applied at my mum’s restaurant – the one on 72nd. She was going on about finally having live music in the joint; I saw your CV.”
“I didn’t apply as a musician.” You shouted somewhat panickily. You cleared your throat before correcting yourself. “I mean, I just...I was just looking for a job as a server.”
He squinted his eyes at you before responding. “Well, good luck trying to say no to my mum.”
“What are the chances of me getting drugged if I work at your mum’s restaurant?”
This surprised a bark of laugh from him. “Actually, your chances would be quite a bit lower.”
“I don’t know...” you said suspiciously. “Every time I’ve been with you, drinks have been drugged.”
He hummed as he squinted his eyes. “Hazard of the trade.”
“And what trade is that?”
“Crime.” He said simply. You chuckled, but as you looked back up at the man, you noticed he wasn’t laughing.
“Oh, you’re serious?” You commented.
The corner of his mouth seemed to quirk at your word choice, but he offered you one quick nod.
“But...you’re the kind of criminal to have your drinks drugged and to stop other people from getting drugged?”
He moved his head side-to-side as if to say sort of.
“And you’re telling me this...because?”
“Because” he said as he seemed to square himself, “you ought to know that before you accept the position.” 
The Man stood and left some bills on the table. “Are you safe to get home on your own?”
Still reeling from this whole ordeal, you nodded dumbly at him. He offered you a soft smile.
“Take it easy, Y/N.” He said as he left through the emergency exit.
It was only at his use of your name that you realized you still haven't caught his.
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Remus was kicking himself. He should have just asked if you were okay and went about business as usual. He shouldn’t have sat with you, he shouldn’t have confessed about his mother’s restaurant, and he definitely shouldn’t have told you about the nature of his career. But he couldn’t let you walk into that interview without knowing what you were potentially getting yourself into.
And what would have happened if you had taken the job and then seen him there? Then you really would have suspected him of stalking.
Well, Remus has technically stalked before, but not in like a stalkery way, you know? It was like...
It was surveillance! 
Fuck, he was grasping at straws.
It just seemed like the world was hell bent on shoving you in Remus’ path. And when Remus first met you – he was insistent on keeping you away from him, from this.
But you just had to drop your resume off at his family’s restaurant.
And you just had to get picked up by a human trafficking sociopath. 
So, if you were going to insist on walking this dangerous line Remus calls life, you might as well know where the line is.
He didn’t know what he was more worried about: that you’d take his warning or that you wouldn’t. 
Continue to part four here.
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calliopesdiary · 4 months
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"fallin' for ya"
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sirius black x danceteacher!reader
summary; romance blossoms between you and (whom you would never admit) your favorite student's brother (he has custody over her) after she tells you all about what he tells her Uncle Remmy.
warnings; sirius black has an adorable little sister, reader is a dance teacher, shy sirius black, romance
a/n; i assistant teach for the younger kids at my dance studio, and I came up with this fic during class, lol.
Part 1!
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"Good job, girlies! Have a great weekend!" You called out to the array of 7-9 year olds standing on the dance floor. They all started to pack up their things, a young, curly blonde haired girl came skipping up to you, smiling adorably up at you.
"Ms. Y/N! Ms. Y/N!" She jumped up and down excitedly. "Yes, Luna?" You turned around to face her. "My big brother wants to know how old you are!" You crouched down to her level, "Your... Brother?" You wanted to make sure you heard her right. You'd certainly seen her brother, and he was... not bad, (ifykyk). "Yeah! I overheard him talking to my Uncle Remmy about how pretty he thinks you are, so I thought I'd help him out by asking you how old you were!" She explained, It was cute, but your mind raced a hundred miles per hour as you tried to comprehend what this little girl was telling you. "Well... tell your brother thank you..." You struggled, trying to find the best way to respond, clearing your throat. "How old is your brother, Luna?" You questioned, seeing as all the other kids had gotten picked up by parents. "He's... twenty!" She answered with a smile. "Tell your brother I'm nineteen" She squealed, giving you a sweet hug and running off to the door, but stopped before reaching it. "Are you married?" She tilted her head to the side. You chuckled softly, "No, Luna" She squealed longer and louder before running off to Remus.
"Hey, Luns, how was class?" He held her hand through the parking lot. "Good, I talked to Ms. Y/N for Siri." She shrugged happily. "Oh? And what did you talk to her about?" He chuckled, looking down at her.
"I asked what age she was,"
"Why?" He chuckled
"Oh, You know! Just to make sure she was close to Siri's age."
"Oh." He responded, surprised
She sat down in the car, talking Remus' ear off. "I seriously think I've found him a girlfriend! She's gonna be my sister!" She squealed
"Dont get ahead of yourself, Luns." He reasoned, "They've barely spoken, No?" Sirius was gonna be pissed.
They opened up the door to Sirius' flat, She obviously came skipping in. "Siri! Siri!" She called, running up to hug her brother. "Hey, Dove. How was your class tonight?" He asked with a sweet smile, He had the biggest sweet spot for his sister. "So good"
"OH! By the way, Ms. Y/N says thank you, and that she's nineteen"
"S-Sorry?"
"And shes not married"
"Luna!!"
"What? I was helping you."
"You told her?? Luna!"
"Sorry, Thought you thought she was pretty~"
"Shut it, Luna!"
And Sirius Black was left blushing the rest of the day.
Fin.
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Oooo darling!! Your latest TASM fic sparked and idea!
(Before that, hello lovely 🩷 i hope you're having the best spooky season!)
Big brother!Sirius coming to save some poor sod that upset his slytherin!sister (Regulus' twin). So you have the charming & fun Sirius; quiet & regal Regulus; loyal & volatile reader. And i imagine Sirius calls them his twin stars (because hes deffinately a huge sap).
Where wolfstar is in 7th year and has a great relationship with the twins (maybe theyre trying to become their legal guardians behind the scenes). He and Remus are in their dorm before Peter bursts in, breathless, only saying "y/n" before Sirius is off. He has no doubt to why you were put in 🐍, and god forbid someone actually hurt his baby sister.
On reader's side, someone made a snide comment about Remmy being a halfblood or ruining the Black legacy or something and reader gets pissed because shes actually quite fond of him.
Then whatever you decide love; maybe reader gets hurt; maybe she does the hurting; maybe Remus saves the day with his long legs; or Sirius might show people what growing up in the 'Noble house of Black' does to someone. And idk what Reggie is doing, i imagine he was making out with James and they come in at the last minute ("😱 james!! What have you done!? Youve DEFILED one of my precious stars!!! Let go of him!!!! NO, dont touch him, get away.")
Anyway bub, as always; dont feel pressured and take all the creative liberties youd like!! Love you lots darling x
Hi my lovely, thanks for requesting! I really need to get more creative than bloody noses but ugh they're just so classic
cw: blood
big brother!sirius + (as opposed to x, I guess?) little sister!reader ♡ 861 words
“You weren’t there!” you insist as Sirius stalks back and forth across the room, tapping his wand against his leg in a quick, restless beat. “He said—he—” You look at Remus, the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in concentration and concern as he presses a cloth under your nose, trying to stop the blood that’s already crusted down your chin. You decide to keep your mouth shut. 
Remus smiles wryly, and you know he suspects why you’ve chosen to go quiet. “It doesn’t matter what they said, love. I don’t need you getting in fights for me.”
“Who was it?” Sirius demands, for probably the fourth or fifth time. You’re losing count. 
“It’s already been hand—ah!” Remus murmurs an episky while you’re distracted, and you flinch, hands flying to your face as your septum snaps back into its proper place. “Fuck, could’a given me some warning.” 
“Sorry,” Remus says, and he looks like he means it, tilting your chin up to continue cleaning your face as you look at him with teary eyes. “Thought it might hurt less if you weren’t expecting it.” 
“How do you figure?” you ask him, somewhat miffed. 
“Back. On. Task.” Sirius claps his hands with each word, coming to a stop in front of you. “Who did this? Remus is my boyfriend, I have twice as much a right to defend his honor as you do, you—you fucking—squirt.” 
You sneer at the childish name, but you know your brother means to rile you. “I told you, I handled it. He won’t do it again.” 
“And he’s never going to touch you again either,” Sirius promises menacingly, squatting in front of you to look you in the eyes, “if you just tell me the fucker’s name.” 
“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, taking his boyfriend’s shoulder in a spindly hand, the touch both soothing and controlling as he pushes Sirius back from you. “Let’s just let her rest for a minute, yeah?” Sirius sputters in protest, but Remus moves in front of him, pressing his face into his boyfriends’ dark locks. You roll your eyes at the display, though a tiny part of you loves that your brother has someone who loves him this well. Once he quiets, Remus speaks in a low, soothing voice. “I know, I know, you won’t be deterred from your vengeance, but there’s time for that later. Let’s just calm down for now.” 
It’s a lovely prospect, but at that moment, the door opens to reveal Regulus and James, both looking somewhat ruffled. James stops short at seeing you all gathered in his dorm (Remus and Sirius, of course, have every right to be here, but you’d bet he and Reg were hoping for some privacy) and stands there blinking for a moment. Your twin’s blasé facade slips the moment he sees you with blood still crusted to your nostrils and tear tracks down your face. 
“What happened?” he asks, pushing past James and into the dorm. 
“She got into a fight,” Sirius says, outrage instantly rekindled, and Remus sighs in exasperated resignation, his work undone. “Someone said something about Moony, but she won’t tell who.” 
Now James looks upset too, eyes darting to Remus concernedly. “About Moony? When?” 
“Just now!” Sirius throws up his hands. “Ten minutes ago! Did either of you see anything?” 
James shakes his head, and despite Regulus’ blank expression, you catch the embarrassed shifting of his stance. “No,” James says, “we were, uh…we didn’t see anything.” 
“I bet I know who it was though,” Regulus offers, that traitorous scum. He’s just throwing you under the bus to take the heat off himself. 
It works; Sirius perks up. “Yeah? Who?”
“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, but Sirius cuts you off, facing your twin. 
“Who?” he asks. 
“It was the guy you were arguing with yesterday too, right?” Reg glances at you for confirmation, and you glare at him. Don’t you dare, your look says, but he nods and turns back to Sirius. “He’s your year, the one you guys call Sni—”
“Reg and James were coming in here to have sex!” you blurt. 
It’s a wonder Sirius doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns around. “What?” 
You nod, unable to feel guilty as Regulus gives you an appalled look from behind your older brother. “Mhm,” you say. “Their hair is all messed up, and look—their lips are swollen. Plus, they were surprised we were in here.” 
You do feel a tiny bit bad for James, whose dark skin blanches when Sirius turns on him. “James Potter, did you come in here to defile my brother?” 
James looks to Remus for help, but his friend only turns his palms up like Sorry, what can you do?. After a second, Regulus steps closer to him.
“Sirius, we—”
“Don’t touch him,” Sirius practically retches. He shakes his head, grabbing Regulus by the arm and all but dragging him from the room. “Alright, listen. You are going to tell me who was talking shit about Remus, and then we’re going to have an entirely separate conversation about boundaries.” He casts a noxious look back at James. “And I’ll deal with you later!” 
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prettybabybaby · 2 years
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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content: obsessed!roommate!remus, fem!reader, masturbation (m)
¡ marauders masterlist !
“Remus!” You call, rushing towards the washing machine. He watches you, eyeing the way your breasts bounce beautifully with every step, caged by your tight top. Your skirt is clinging to the curve of your hips and ride up your thighs. The fabric folds over itself, dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. He released a breath from his nose.
His mind floods with filthy thoughts of kissing up your thighs and forcing his head under the slutty, skintight fabric, mouthing at your little panties and tasting the slick that soaks through them. Annoyance fills him quickly as he thinks of the abundance of men about to perv on you as you dance around, swaying your hips, touching up your figure in a drunken haze.
“Would you mind tossing these in the wash with your stuff?” You hold out a bundle of clothing, your gym set. The pretty blue one that makes him uncomfortable in his trousers. The one you wore just hours ago to the gym. The one that collected your sweat, your natural scent and sweet perfume. His mouth runs dry and his grip tightens on his laundry basket.
Remus nods calmly, “yeah, sure.” He reaches for it, fingers tingling where they brush yours. Your manicured nails are covered with a clear, glossy polish but are devoid of color. The fabric is warm in his grasp and he places it atop is dirty sweaters. “Should be done by tonight.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Rem,” you smile, placing your hands on top of his, squeezing. The pressure is just right, the perfect warmth and softness. His cock hardens and he’s grateful for the basket.
“I’ll be back before midnight,” you rise to your toes, leaning over the basket to kiss his cheek. He stares down your spine and over the swell of your ass in the tight skirt. His skin heats under your lips. It’s too wet, too sticky with gloss and he feels himself getting harder and harder, imagining the mess on his cock.
You pull away and he misses the contact instantly. “Oops,” you say sheepishly, “I got some lipgloss on your cheek.”
He reaches to touch it, wiping off just a bit on his middle finger. “It’s okay. Have fun.”
You turn and walk away, “I will! Bye!”
As soon as the door shuts he drops the basket, closing his eyes as he inserts his finger in his mouth. He laps at the sticky gloss, picturing your pretty lips. His other hand gropes his dick, trying to emulate the pressure of your hand.
Remus wipes at the gloss on his cheek, smearing it across his pink lips. He shivers and licks his lips. The washer door is open, detergent and fabric softener in the appropriate compartment but he pays it no mind.
He reaches greedily for the gym set, unraveling the bundle and breathing heavily as he holds it to his nose. He inhales deeply, feeling your sweet scent travel into his lungs. His hips jerk as he presses his body against the washing machine, shutting the door closed with his weight.
Remus mouths at the thin fabric of your panties, using his tongue to taste any bit of you. He moans at the flavor that coats his tongue, the salty, saccharine sweat left from your plush thighs. He can feel his mouth watering and his hips rutting against the metal of the washing machine, his leaking precum soaking his pants.
“Fuck,” he slurs. He needs more, his body burns with want. Need.
His mousy hair falls to his face as he clutches the little shorts, bunching them into a ball and stuffing it down the front of his pants. He sighs, cock jumping against the shorts that were pressed against your pussy, sticking to every crevice of your cunt. Remus’ hips fuck into it, hitting the steel of the washing machine. It shook, slamming against the wall with his desperate thrusts.
Remus buried his face into the panties he held in his fist, sniffing and drooling on them and using his unoccupied hand to feel up his cheek. The gloss is sticky and shaped like your lips.
He ruts desperately, thighs tense but knees weak. He’s so desperate but he doesn’t have it in himself to feel embarrassed. the ghost of your presence on his cock, in his nose when he inhaled, and on his tongue when he sucked on your skimpy underwear.
Remus’ hips stutter and he cums, an animalistic moan escaping from deep in his throat. He sighs, rubbing his face against the fabric of the panties, getting as much of you on him as he can.
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Anything poly!cg! Marauders x little!reader maybe like a 2-4 headspace?
It's okay, we're here now
Content - age regression, cg!remus, cg!james, cg!sirius, horrible days, soft toys, dummy use, detention, crying, angst turned fluff, quidditch practice, light swearing, modern!marauders (still in school but Harry's time), lily and marlene, don't like don't read.
Summary - sometimes hards days are horrible, especially when they cause you to involuntarily regress.
Authors note - this took so long for me to write I'm so sorry, I will definitely write more cg!marauders characters there's just something about it that soothes me. Photo credit to @_mwpp on tiktok please go check them out, hope you enjoy<3
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Today had been absolutely treacherous.
First you hadn't been able to find your transfiguration homework resulting in professor mcgonagall giving you a detention at the end of the day. You loved professor mcgonagall you always got on well but you understood that she couldn't give special treatment, even to her favourite students.
Then you spilt ink over your potions assignment and to top it all off your uniform had been suffocating you all day.
It was days like this that you were thankful at least one of your partners were with you in each class.
However each of them had been increasingly distracted today.
James had been thinking about quidditch a lot lately since there was a match on Sunday against slytherin, everybody wanted to win but James always took it to a new level.
Remus's head had been trapped in his book practically all week, there was an assignment due for history of magic and to everyone's surprise remus was struggling slightly to make sense of the text as it contradicted itself many times. Personally you didn't really care about your results in history of magic you just saw it as a filler class occasionally copying down notes but mostly constructing origami birds.
Sirius had been the most present one today however he had spent his lessons thinking over new ways to taunt his brother and Snape not listening to you when you discouraged it.
You had hoped to spend a good amount of time with them after your classes but then you realised.
James had quidditch practice, sirius was going along to watch him and remus had a meeting with professor dumbledoor.
Brilliant.
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Stepping through the entryway for the gryffindor common room you saw lily and marlene sitting on the crushed velvet sofa. As soon as you made your way over to them you dropped your bag onto the floor beside you and flopped down onto the cushions Making lily chuckle.
"Hard day huh?" She said with a knowing smile "torture" you agreed resting your head on her shoulder feeling her hand gently stroke your hair. "Aww hon, well it's over now until next week" "how was detention?" Marlene smirked eyeing you cheekily "I don't understand the point of it, all I did was sit there drawing" you chuckled kicking your feet up.
A good half an hour passed on the sofa with your best friends before you made your way up to the boys dorm room, you barley ever slept in your own dorm anymore. As soon as you reached the 6th step you felt a hazy feeling come over your mind.
Why did it always come at the worst times?
Holding onto the hand rail you made quick work of your journey. When you reached the large oak door you swung it open and locked it with a simple spell, the boys would know that it was only you.
Once you reached remus's bed you felt all attempts at staying in your big headspace leave you, the only thing was you felt young.
Really young.
Considering that you hadn't been able to regress in such a long time it wasn't really surprising however it felt scary, you never regressed this young on your own and you didn't know what to do.
Suddenly being made aware of your itchy uniform you tried desperately to remove it but there were too many zips and the buttons were to small so it was no use.
Realising that you couldn't do anything for yourself you excepted your fate and layed yourself down on the mattress hugging the pillow close to you wetting it with your tears.
"They'll be back soon" you thought to yourself.
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"Your such a tosser" james expressed to sirius as they reached their dorm room. Trying the doorknob they realised that it was locked causing them to frown "alohomora" remus said hearing a click.
Walking through the doorway they saw you curled up on remus’s bed sobbing into his pillow, immediately they rushed over to you with sirius gently removing the pillow and laying down beside you "what's wrong sweetheart?" James asked sitting on your other side.
Trying to find the words you spoke softly "small" you whimpered cuddling into Sirius's arm feeling his hand gently stroke your hair. "Oh angel" you heard remus sigh guilt lacing his tone almost instantly you heard the two of them walk around the room.
After collecting some clothes for you remus walked over towards the bed gently turning you into your back causing you to protest "I know baby I know it's okay" he said unbuttoning your shirt, zipping down your skirt and bringing down your stockings. Feeling a soft jumper being pulled over your head you manoeuvred your way through it "there she is" sirius gasped when your head popped through the hole making you giggle.
Watching James from across the room you saw him pull down a lime green box and walk it over towards you. Pulling the lid off he took out a soft grey dummy and a soft lion toy, you had never seen these ones before.
Passing the dummy to sirius you felt him gently ease it into your mouth feeling remus squish in beside you and sirius he made his way towards his bed.
Hearing a loud noise you panicked slightly and shot up in the bed "Hey, hey sweetheart it's okay it's just daddy being an twat" "oi I'm just moving the bed so we can all fit, your welcome" james said sarcastically "Daddy's not a twat" you mumbled sleepily from behind your dummy "thank you baby" "you could have used your wand" remus stated a moment of silence following "shut up."
Feeling the boys spread out on the joined mattresses you rolled yourself over giggling slightly "aww our giggly little girl" sirius smiled placing a kiss to the back of your head. "Pass her over here" james said piping up from beside remus "come here honey" the lycanthrophe beside you mumbled rolling you over his stomach and into james arms "there she is" he sighed kissing your head gently.
Looking at you each of them realised that you were about to fall into dreamland, with james stroking your hair and remus patting your lower back soothingly you allowed yourself to sleep with Sirius's comforting words.
"Your okay now little one, we're here and we'll be here when you wake up."
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buckys-little-belle · 6 months
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Kitty Cat Pt Two
marauders (remus, james, and sirius) x little!reader (they/them pronouns used)
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warnings - none!
note - i’ve been getting lots of love on the first set of head-cannons for these boys and their little who’s animagus is a cat (a kitten when little) so i thought i’d pop in with some more headcannons! it’s been a while so i’m a little rusty, but just got inspired randomly!!! <3
note two - these really aren’t my best work, but it’s fun … so enjoy!
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the boys notice that when y/n is a kitten they always end up curled up on the floor in a sun spot so for the winter holiday they buy them a small cat tree that sits by the window so they can sunbathe somewhere comfy
james definitely convinces a family member to knit a small cat vest for y/n, it’s red and yellow to represent the boys, not matter their actual house y/n is always repping gryffindor somehow
james’ mom stuffs a yarn ball into his suitcase and when y/n finds it the room gets wrapped up like a gift, they had to cut the yarn in so many places it ended up being more trash than treasure by the time they were done with it
sirius and y/n still go on walks in the winter but he’s always holding them, usually tucked in his jacket or book bag, never letting their little paws touch the snow
remus is often in the dorms reading, studying, or spending time away from large crowds and almost always ends up scoring the most kitten y/n snuggles
he’ll have a book in one hand and the other covering y/n like a big blanket, giving their nose scratches every once in a while
all three of them have gotten better at making sure they know where y/n … especially kitten y/n … is at all times. after loosing them and having to lie their butts off when they got “caught” having a cat they’ve learned to keep y/n close by all the time
y/n on the other hand learned that under james’ wardrobe there’s a hot spot for some reason. they curled up there one night and sent all three boys into a frenzy, only coming out when a treat bag was shaken
in total the boys have lost 13 socks, all from different pairs, 6 cat toys, and james swears kitten y/n stole his favourite toque … when they finally move from the dorm they’ll find y/n’s stash, that somehow quadrupled over the year, in between remus’ bed and chest. james’ hat is nowhere to be found (he thinks big human y/n must have stolen it … he’s right)
eventually remus caves one day when y/n won’t stop meowing and let’s his other friends see and play with y/n because his boys are out and he needed to study for an important test
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honeybeewritings · 1 year
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thunder{r.l.}
✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: thunder, slight anxiety
✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader
✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 620 words
✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: remmy helps you through a storm and gives you lots of cuddles &lt;3
✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for @mad-elia and every little who gets scared when it's thundering and every little who wants remmy to take care of them &lt;3
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remmy had told you that there was gonna be a huge storm that night. you knew it was gonna scare you too.
thunder was always scary.
remmy had gotten all your blankets, pillows, and stuffies and made you a blanket fort! he also got his tablet so you could watch movies together!!
blanket forts always help!
you were helping him too. you got all your favorite books! you also got coloring books and crayons and bubbles and stickers and puzzles and your headphones. they play music and block out thunder!
"alright pumpkin, ready to rock?" he asked, waving a hand to tell you that you could go inside the fort.
you giggled and nodded happily at him. "yay! rocks!" you squealed, causing your caregiver to chuckle.
"not quite sweet pea. i mean, are you ready to be brave?" remmy asked, crawling in the fort with you.
"oh."
remmy ruffled your hair, making you pout, and gave you a forehead kiss. "it's alright pumpkin. wanna watch a show?" he asked.
"where's bagels?" you asked. "need 'im bubba," you frowned.
remmy pulled out the bear and handed him to you with a smile. "here you are sweet pea. now, what show?"
you cuddled up next to him and watched him tap a brightly colored button and one of your favorites came up. "that one!" you squealed, accidentally clicking on the animated show.
"anything you want sweetheart. wanna color?" he asked, turning to get the coloring book and crayons you brought. "or would you rather a puzzle?"
you stared at remmy, slightly confused, for a few moments. "s'it my... my octonauts one? wif da... da... vegimals?"
remmy nodded. "uh-huh! your favorite pumpkin."
you nodded excitedly, making remmy put his hand on your head. "careful baby, don' wanna give yourself wiplash."
"'m not a baby!" you argued. "'m a big kid!" you told him.
"okay kiddo." he chuckled, taking the top off the puzzle box. "c'mon, let's do the cute octonauts puzzle."
you laid down on your stomach with remmy and helped him find the corner pieces. then all the edge pieces. he helped you put it together and you were happy when you two finished it.
unfortunately the storm came later and it started thundering right as you finished the puzzle with remmy.
"bubba?" you asked, reaching for him but not able to find him. it made you want to cry since you couldn't find him.
he put is hand on your back and rubbed it, helping you calm down a bit.
"i'm right here pumpkin, right here." he reminded you, laying down next to you. "here, pick another show?"
you nodded and jumped at the next loud clap of thunder. you teared up a little and nuzzled into remmy's side. "here, wanna watch bluey?" he asked, pushing a couple of buttons and bluey turned on for you.
remmy had helped you on your back and let you rest your head on his chest as he held up the tablet for you.
thunder claps.
you whimper and jump.
this happens for a couple minutes until it clicks in his mind that you probably need your headphones. "c'mere pumpkin." he lifted your head, which wasn't hard since you were watching bluey closely, and put your headphones on.
you looked up at remmy and could feel yourself talking, hearing yourself a little, but still pouted.
"bluey."
you watched remmy push a button on the side a couple times and you could hear it now. "tanks bubba."
you felt him say something through his chest but you didn't know what he said.
soon you fell asleep on your bubba, stuffie in hand, comfy and forgetting about the storm.
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lupinmoonlight · 1 year
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Amortentia
Summary - It is February and Professor Lupin decides to bring an Amortentia potion to the class to lighten up the mood. One of his students, Y/N, starts describing a very familiar scent. 
Note - Please note that when writing such scenarios, I always assume that the students involved are young adults (university age, i.e., 20+). I might write a part two to this! Send me some Prof Lupin prompts if you have ideas, I would love to write them! 
Part two  Part three
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The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was transformed into a sea of pink and red decorations as it was the month of Valentine’s Day. The classroom was awash with the warm glow of flickering candles that were scattered across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. 
As the students settled into their seats for the class to begin, they felt a sense o excitement and curiosity in the air. Professor Remus Lupin, a helpless romantic, wanted to lighten the mood and do something fun for his students in in this stressful time of the year. He entered the room, dressed in a worn cloak that draped gracefully around him like a second skin. He carried with him a flask of Amortentia potion, the most powerful love potion in existence.
“Today we’ll be exploring the effects of Amortentia,” he began, his voice low and soothing, a glimpse of playfulness in his eyes. “This potion is a complex blend of ingredients that are tailored to each individual’s preferences. It’s a potion that can make anyone fall in love with you.”
The students leaned forward, eager to see the potion up close. As Professor Lupin carefully passed the flask around the room, the students breathed the scent, feeling an otherworldly warmth enveloping them. 
As the flask came to Y/N, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The scent was intoxicating, like a bouquet of wildflowers mixed with a hint of freshly brewed tea. It was dizzying. 
“Care to share with the class what your Amortentia smells like, Miss Y/L/N?” Professor Lupin asked, suddenly pulling her out of the trance the potion put her in.
Trying to regain her composure, Y/N focuses on the scent once more. “It smells like...fresh parchment, wildflowers, and...chocolate?” she said, her voice filled with wonder. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what she was describing, feeling a mix of emotions flooding through her. 
She looks up at Professor Lupin, her face flushed. His gaze already on her. There is a moment of silence between the two, as if they could read each other’s minds. “Very good, thank you Miss Y/L/N. That will be enough for today’s lesson,” he said, quickly wrapping up the class. 
As the students filed out of the classroom, Professor Lupin lingered, watching as the last of them disappeared down the corridor. He was still reeling from the experience of having his scent identified by one of his students. 
“Excuse me, Y/N,” he said softly, motioning her to stay behind. 
Y/N turned back, surprised, and hesitated before walking back to the professor’s desk. 
“I simply wanted to talk to you about the scent you described earlier. It sounded...familiar. Out of curiosity, would you mind trying again?” he asks, his voice low and measured. 
Y/N hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the flask, unscrewing the lid and inhaling deeply. Her eyes closed as Professor Lupin watched her, a small smile played at the corner of his lips. 
“Tell me what smells you identify,” he asks softly. 
“It smells like...old books and parchment,” she murmured, her voice almost dreamy. 
Lupin leaned closer, his breath hot against her cheek. “And what else?”
She opened her eyes, gazing into his. “It smells like...pine trees, and a hint of...chocolate.” 
He moved even closer, his hand reaching up to take the flask from her hands. “Anything else?” he whispered. 
Her heart raced as she took in his scent - warm and musky, with a hint of sandalwood. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she met his gaze once more. 
“It smells like you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 
Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her - softly at first, then with increasing urgency. Their bodies pressed together, the scent of amortentia filling their senses as they surrendered to their forbidden desires. The feeling of being completely consumed by each other took over. His hands began to wander over her body, an overwhelming wave of possessiveness washing over him. He wanted her just to himself, he wanted to claim her as his. 
The aroma of amortentia became secondary, his hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of her hips, sliding up her back, tangling in her hair and pulling softly. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a moan as he pressed her up against a bookshelf, his lips finding hers once more. 
Their tongues met in a fierce embrace, and she felt her knees go weak as he wrapped one of his hands around her neck, his other arm firmly keeping her close to his body. The scent of the potion was all around them, but it was his touch that she craved more than anything.
As he finally pulled apart, breathless and shaking, they both knew this moment could never be spoken of again. For a moment, they simply stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes, the only sound of the soft hum of magic in the air. 
“I will see you next class.” Lupin spoke softly. 
“Yes, Professor,” Y/N replied, making Lupin’s heart skip a beat. Those words. So innocent, yet so sinful. He wanted nothing more than to hear her moan them desperately in his ears as he...
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dearharriet · 2 months
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It; Remus Lupin 🦟
summary: remus is the feral swamp animal you fed that keeps coming back (18+)
word count: ~2K
warnings: explicit sexual content—MDNI, fem!r, fingering, oral (both parties), unprotected piv, squirting(ish), religious content (mentions of god, sin, etc.), southern!remus, southern!r, remus is unwashed and unhoused (and also the poorest little meow meow of all time)
authors note: if u couldn’t tell, this is based on it will come back by hozier
Remus said he wanted you breathing, so he never came at night. Never, though you wanted him to, and he left long before dusk. You knew he’d rather not come at all, or rather he never met you, but you didn’t care. What he insisted was sin usually made you feel the best you ever had, and you weren’t repenting.
You thought sin could be beautiful sometimes. Remus certainly was, and he insisted something was wrong with him—in the head, in the body. The way he talked about himself made him sound like a sticky bog mud, sucking unsuspecting people down to be ‘gator food; like any day soon he’d sink his teeth into you and drag you off into the woods.
Still you waited for him. Every day was his last, and every morning he crawled pale-faced onto your back step, a heat wilder than a Louisiana summer in his eyes.
He didn't have to speak, but he’d recant anyways, eating words he’d said only hours before. His big hands would claw at the threshold, like he was undone from being away from you so long, and his deep voice would settle between your thighs.
“Won't you let me in, Sugar? Missed you somethin’ awful last night.”
Lacerations colored his face, some new and some old. You’d have found the fucker that made them if they didn’t give you an excuse to be closer to Remus.
“Don’t know why you leave at all, if you come back lookin’ this way, honey,” you cooed, ushering him inside.
He tended to track mud in, but you didn’t mind. When Remus first came and went, you had a hard time figuring it was real, but an hour on your knees made you believe again.
You sat Remus on the edge of your tub.
“Easier to see you when it’s light,” he replied. “The dark’s the only thing that’ll take you away from me.”
Carting antiseptics and cotton his way, you landed just beside him, dumping the supplies onto the toilet.
“Y’know there’s such thing as a lamp, don’t you baby?” He hung his head, but you pushed it back up, fingers lost in his matted hair. “Let light shine out of darkness, he said.”
“Stop,“ he chided softly, his eyes fluttering shut. You leaned in to kiss his weary cheek, your lips coming away sticky with his copper blood. It was tangy on your tongue when you cleaned it off, earthy. You went back in for seconds.
Remus groaned as you licked a stripe over a gash by his eye. In pain or in pleasure, you weren’t sure, but you thought he liked it either way.
“This won’t end well for ya,” he croaked. Your tongue laved over a shallow cut on his throat, sucked. “I ain’t—ah—ain’t no good.”
His breath came heavy all the time, but it kicked up something awful when you were on him, when he was in you. You were working up to that, shimmying his shirt up to suck all the way down his slender torso.
“W’bout you,” you said into the hair on his navel. “It don’t bother you, endin’ up alone?”
A stunted breath escaped him, barely contained, as you slid to your knees. When your fingers weaseled under his peeling belt, Remus caught your wrists, eyes on yours.
“I’ll always end up alone.” He swallowed. “The question is if I’ll be a killer or not.”
There was that word. Killer. It was like a third party to the light-switch relationship you had with Remus.
“What difference does it make if you are,” you ask.
The leather folded out of the buckle, and he didn’t stop you. His eyes hid away again.
“Get up.”
“Y’already said God won’t forgive you, right?” You pulled him out of his ratty boxers, holding him firmly by the base. “What’s one more sin…?”
“This ain’t about God, sugar.” His hands were still caging your wrists, but they shook with restraint, and tightened when you suckled on the head of his cock.
“What, then?” You prodded, and then took him into your mouth. A whimper scraped out of him, lecherous and disturbed, and you drank it in.
“‘S ‘bout…your smile,” he whined, “on the backs of my eyelids when I go t’—to sleep.”
You hummed around him, pushing him into the back of your throat and swallowing. He struggled to continue.
“‘S about my—ah—my guilt, followin’ me like a ghost.”
Remus was shaking like a leaf, hands leaving your wrists to white-knuckle the tub. You came up for air, staring up as you played with him.
“God’s made a lotta evil things, Remus, but love ain’t one of ‘em.” Leaning back down, you kissed the tip of his cock. “You ain’t one of ‘em.”
As you blew on his slicked length, Remus squirmed and panted.
“It ain’t the love that scares me, it’s—‘s the lust, the—“ His leg spasmed and he doubled over, mouth breathing hot and shaken over your hairline. “When I see you, I wanna—I want—“
You shushed him, reaching a hand over his neck to scratch and rub the space there.
“I know,” you assured him, “I know.”
His head rocked a shake against yours, and he moaned in despair as you let go of his cock. Looking up, you took Remus’ face into your hands and pressed your forehead to his.
“Are ya gonna waste me,” you pressed, nipping at his bottom lip. “Go to hell in vain?”
Remus’ nostrils flared, his tortured brows settling. Then he was lowering himself to the floor and laying you out on the bathroom tile. You knew what he was thinking—there was no time to slither into bed, no need. The sun was Remus’ minister, and it was closer to dying than the minute before.
He crawled over you, prowling and hungry, and didn’t waste a second with your clothing. He always said he wanted you as you came, no dress-up or makeover. He was a creature of priority, and his time felt much better spent sucking between your thighs than staring at them.
His tongue swept in and out of your sopping hole, cleansing you and then ruining you all over again. The stubble on his face was surely leaving burns on the soft inner skin of your legs, but it felt right. Your combined dissolution only made you cry louder, made him press harder to your navel to keep you down.
“Remus,” you whined, closing your thighs over his head. He only groaned and smiled, finally finding some release from his aching hopelessness.
“I’m starvin’, sugar,” he panted into you, pressing his bruised nose into your folds. “Gimme something worth payin’ for.”
You arched and writhed, the tile warming underneath you as you begged Remus not to stop. His thick fingers pushed into you, pressing up into your ribbed walls as he sucked your clit cruelly, and you fell apart. You reached down to hold his head in place, pulling his hair, and Remus moaned into you. The vibrations topped what you thought was already insurmountable pleasure, and your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open.
When you came to, Remus was still between your legs, relentlessly stuffing your wetness back into you. His tongue was like sandpaper on your clit suddenly, and shocks rolled through your body.
“Uh-uh,” you shook your head, grasping at his hair.
“Uh-huh,” Remus moaned into you, making you moan in return.
“Rem—uh—please,” you wailed, “please, please—fuck me before you have to go.”
Remus laid his forearm over your stomach and sucked harder. A tear slid down the side of your face, overstimulation pushing you to incoherence.
“Remus—Remus, please. B’fore the sun goes down,” you sobbed, desperate.
Remus breathed a laugh.
“Eight AM, baby,” he retorted, his voice like liquid smoke, “we got a little more time than that.”
You braced yourself and accepted your fate, pouring the inescapable buzz out of your eyes, chest heaving. Remus just petted your hip where he held it still and groaned into your cunt when you choked and shook through a second orgasm.
Lax on the floor you laid, legs shaking and core pulsing. Belatedly, your moans registered in your mind, how needy they were. You must’ve been out of your mind to ask for more.
“Rem.” Reaching blindly, you found his hand on your stomach and squeezed.
“I know, precious,” he drawled, and you heard his belt buckle clang against the floor. He snuck over you, kissing damply on your chest and neck.
“Didn't that God ever teach you patience,” Remus whispered into your mouth. You grinned wildly.
“He tried.”
Your laughs morphed into moans as Remus’ cock nestled into your cunt.
“Fuck,” you swore, “‘s big.”
Remus snapped his hips and groaned into your jaw. He set a steady rhythm, engulfed in you. He was breathing in your scent, squeezing the meat of your hips in his hands. It always surprised you how lost he became, almost drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around him.
You were a goner, too, nails scratching down Remus’ back every time his pubic bone grinded onto your swollen clit. It only spurred his thrusts faster, grunts escaping him in tight gusts.
“C’mon,” he rasped, “c’mon, sugar, please.”
He was close, his voice tense and his abdomen tensing over yours. You hiked up a leg and he took it into his own hand, propping it up for you. You were spread wide for him, your cunt suctioning and gushing around him lewdly, and his cock only felt bigger. It might’ve been prodding at your stomach, and when his met yours with every slap of his hips it squeezed at your bladder.
“Oh, God,” you whimpered, head falling back.
Remus knew not to fix something that wasn’t broken. He kept his angle and pace as best he could until your feet curled.
“Want ya, sugar.” He was untethered, whining and consumed. “Can’t letcha go—I can’t.”
Enraptured, you held Remus tight as you shook and twitched against your will, a mess of fluids soaking the hair at the base of his cock. Remus followed immediately, grinding mindlessly into your gripping cunt and howling into your neck.
You stayed glued together as you both panted, his cock softening in you. Neither of you liked to escape the feeling sooner than you had to, so you basked on the bathroom floor for a long while before washing up.
Remus always stayed for lunch, and you always cleaned him up, and you always let him shower and sleep as he wished. Your bed was an obvious option, but he wouldn’t lay in it; wouldn’t even look at it, most days. He took the couch, if anything, and he wouldn’t hear your admonishments about back pain.
When the frogs started croaking, it was time for him to leave.
“M’sorry to come back like this,” he said, like he’d never done so before. “Won’t happen again.”
“I’m sure,” you sang with a glint in your eyes.
“I mean it, baby. Y’gotta stop bein’ so kind to me.” He pressed you against the wall by your door, stony-faced. “If I drag my sorry ass back here tomorrow, promise you won’t let me in.”
You kissed him softly in response. “I promise.”
Breathing labored, he pushed away.
“Good.” Remus stepped outside. “Now you lock this door when I’m gone, y’hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sighing, Remus turned and crept back to the bayou, and—like every night—you waited for the coyotes to sing you to sleep.
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severussnapemylove · 6 months
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Y/N; (to Sev, Bella and Remus) "I have been the moral compas for you three for years, and all three of you are gonna have to hold me back on the day I finally snap."
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