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moonstruckme · 6 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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hearts4court · 8 months

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Dating Remus Lupin would include:

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.

:((

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.

#the marauders era #the marauders x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader smut #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus x reader #marauders #marauders fluff #the marauders smut #the marauders #god i love him #my little princess #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin is my baby girl.#fluff #smut

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ellecdc · 2 months

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The Drink Snob (part 4)

mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3k

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

You stood on the sidewalk staring dumbly at the sign that hung above the door of the restaurant - La Luna – with a list of references under your arm.

You’d thought long and hard about showing up today, and you weren’t sure which part of you was the part that won. Was it the part of you who saw things through? The part of you who had a lovely conversation with a motherly sounding woman on the phone and had promised her you’d be here? Was it the part of you who sort of wanted to see The Man™ again? Or was it the part of you who didn’t like being told what to do?

You supposed it didn’t much matter now which part of you won, seeing as it found you here.

Now you just had to make it inside the restaurant...which should be easy...seeing as you had two functioning legs...so why the hell aren’t they moving?

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn’t have come. Who voluntarily works for a criminal? Or at least for a criminal’s mother. He’s proven to you that he’s nothing but trouble.

What if it was the good kind of trouble? The kind that led to fun banter and teasing remarks. The kind that made life more exciting and adventurous. The kind that made him really fun in bed.

Stop it.

He wasn’t the good kind of trouble. He was a criminal. Just because he stopped one guy from drugging you doesn’t mean he’s any better than him. Just because he spent hours with you at a bar listening to you lament about your life. Just because he took the opportunity to warn you about his mother’s restaurant. Just because he seemed to give a damn about you...

No, that was wishful thinking.

You shouldn’t be here.

Your option to leave was taken from you, however, when a man exciting the restaurant paused to hold the door open for you.

Fuck it.

You thanked the man and squared your shoulders as you entered the restaurant.

It was fairly quiet inside, which you supposed made sense seeing as it didn’t open until 4pm. There were some serving staff behind the bar readying glassware and silverware for the evening, and a few men moving a large piece of furniture covered with a moving blanket to the corner of the restaurant.

“No fucking way. You came!” A voice called. You turned to see the same curly haired man from the restaurant the night that The Man™ saved you from Tan. He was smiling widely at you as if the two of you were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Uhm...me?” you asked dumbly. Kill me now.

The man just laughed as he approached you and gave you a bone crushing hug. “Yeah you! You’re The Girl.”

“The girl?” You muttered as you stepped away from the overly affectionate man.

“James, step away from the girl; she doesn’t even know you.” A shorter man with black hair and silver eyes said as he smiled politely at you. “Sorry about him. He’s mostly harmless, just an idiot.”

The man...James...beamed at you as if his friend hadn’t just insulted him.

“I’m James, this is my boyfriend Regulus.” James introduced finally.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said as you gave him your name in turn.

“Oh, we know.” Another man said as he entered the dining area. He looked startlingly similar to Regulus, though his hair was quite a bit longer and he was littered with tattoos and silver jewelry. He was also accompanied by The Man™.

“Don’t be fucking weird.” The Man™ muttered to his companion.

“Sorry Moons, no can do.” He said salaciously as he waltzed his way over to you extending his hand. “The names Sirius, doll. So glad I finally get to meet you.” He said with a wink.

You choked on a laugh.

“Fucking hell. You’re unbelievable.” You said instead of hello.

“Thank you!” He beamed, puffing his chest not unlike a peacock.

“That wasn’t a compliment...”

James barked a laugh. “Oh Moony, can we keep her?” He said as he wiped a fake tear from under his eye.

“You’re name’s Moony?” You asked incredulously.

The Man’s murderous glare softened as he looked from James to you. “One of them.”

“The sods name is Remus, dollface. Don’t mind him, he’s emotionally constipated.” Sirius interjected.

“Sirius!” Remus chastised from across the room.

“What is goi-oh! You must be Y/N!” A lovely woman exclaimed as she made her way into the dining hall. “I was wondering what had my boys so rowdy.”

You flushed under the insinuation and extended your hand quickly.

“You must be Hope. It’s nice to meet you; I’m terribly sorry if you’ve been waiting on me.”

The woman waved you off and threw a sarcastic glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m not fussed. It’s hard to get almost anything done with this lot ‘round. Come, leave the boys to their folly.” She said as she ushered you down the hall.

“Those are your boys?” You asked as the two of you made your way to what looked to be Hope’s office.

“Yes! Well, technically just Remus. But they’re a package deal, those boys.” She said with the fondness only a mother could manage. It made your heart hurt.

“I suppose that’s an important quality...in his line of work.” You offered. You chose to attend the interview regardless, but it was important for you to understand exactly what was expected of you here.

Hope looked at you with a knowing glint in her eye as she sat at her desk, seeming to size you up. “Yes, I suppose so.”

She pulled out some papers and you placed your references in front of you.

“So, what kind of questions do you have for me?” She asked casually.

You felt your eyebrows furrow as you calculated her question; you’d never been asked that at the beginning of an interview before.

“Erm, I... well I guess I’d like to know a little more about what the job entails.”

Hope smiled widely at you – you could see now where Remus got his dimples from.

“Well, we were looking for someone who had a license to serve liquor, perhaps to help with serving and bussing tables. But really what I’m most excited about is your music.”

“My music?” You asked quietly.

“Oh yes.” Hope offered enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted live music here, but we’ve never had anyone to do that! I must admit, I looked you up after I received your CV – you’re very talented.”

“Oh, god.” You murmured as you felt you face heat in embarrassment. “I’ve really only played with orchestra’s – I’m not sure that’s an example of any talent.”

“Hm, and modest too. Tell me, do you make it a habit of downplaying your worth?”

You felt like you’d been slapped.

“Because you shouldn’t. You ought to be proud; I sure am.” She carried on like she hadn’t just rocked your world. You cleared your throat and tried to fight against the tears clamoring their way to the surface.

“As for...this line of work.” Hope carried on, emphasizing your phrasing regarding Remus’ job. “This is indeed a restaurant. We deal with mostly restaurant matters. Some of our patrons may be...more colourful than average, and we may see the boys come and go from time-to-time, but there’s nothing you’d need to be concerned about.”

You nodded, a little stunned by the speed of this conversation, but feeling like you got the gist.

Restaurant. Shady business behind the scenes. Nothing for you to worry about.

Good enough.

“Look. You’ve worked at bars in some of the largest cities in North America – that tells me you work well under pressure and in a fast-paced environment. You’ve worked with orchestras across the continent as well, which tells me you work well in a team environment. You’re working towards your doctorate which tells me you’re dedicated and hard working. You’re an ideal candidate, Y/N.”

Remus was right – how does one say no to Hope Lupin?

“Do you work well in a team?” She asked plainly.

“Yes.”

“Do you work well under pressure?”

“Sure.”

“How’s your right hook?”

You laughed. “Not bad? I guess...I’ve not had to use it much if I’m being honest.”

Hope shrugged her shoulders. “We can work on that.”

You laughed again before taking a deep breath. “Okay. Alright, well...whatever you need then.”

Hope smiled. “You’ll play for us?”

You grimaced but shifted it to a smile. “There’s no saying no to you, is there?”

Hope beamed. “And you’re a quick learned. Excellent! Come with me.” She called as she stood and marched out of her office.

You followed her obediently back out to the dining hall where James, Remus, Sirius, and Regulus were still loitering – each having taken a seat at a different table. And that large piece of furniture they’d been moving in when you arrived? It was a piano.

It was a Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

It was a brand-new Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

You thought you were going to faint. These pianos were not cheap.

“Think this will work for you? I’m sure we could swap it for something else if needed.” Hope commented as she moved towards the piano.

“You got this...for me?” You murmured. Hope smiled at you but bit it back when she saw the emotion on your face.

“Well, we got it for the restaurant. If you need something else though, we can likely exchange it.”

She was interrupted by a scoff from Sirius. “I am not breaking my back dragging that thing back out of here again, mummykins.”

“You’ll damn well do whatever the hell I tell you too, bubs.” She shot back.

Sirius conceded immediately. “Absolutely. Whatever you want mum.”

“So, are you gonna play us something?” James interjected.

“Now?” You asked apprehensively.

“Well, someone’s gotta test it out.” He shrugged. “They tuned it at the store but said it might shift slightly during the move.”

You hummed in acknowledgement but made no move to sit at the piano. James sighed dramatically and stood from his seat.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Regulus groaned and brought his hands up to his ears as his boyfriend sat at the piano with a flourish, cracking his knuckles, and began pressing keys at random.

Sirius bobbed his head in encouragement as if what James was currently producing could be considered music. Regulus banged his head against the table with his ears still covered, and Remus shook his head with a grimace.

“Okay, okay! Oh, you poor thing what has he done to you?” You cooed at the piano as you swatted James’ hands away.

“Uhm, I was playing it. Duh.” He muttered as he stood from the bench.

“That was a crime, is what it was. This piano is a work of art – it costs as much as a bungalow in America.” You said as you sat at the bench, staring at the keys in awe.

You’ve played some pretty spectacular instruments throughout your life; the New York Philharmonic certainly provided for their pianist, no holds barred. But those were instruments you had to give back once you finished playing with them. Granted, this belonged to the restaurant, but...it was here for you to play.

“What are you going to play us?” Remus asked quietly.

You turned your head to him, surprised out of your musings, to find him looking at you softly.

“Any requests?” You asked the room.

“James’ knowledge of music that one can play on a piano expands no further than heart and soul, dollface. Don’t ask us.” Sirius smirked as he dodged a swat that James sent his way with an indignant squawk.

“You’re the expert.” Hope encouraged you from the side of the room.

You took a deep breath and turned back to the piano. You felt horribly exposed; no orchestra to hide behind, all eyes on you. Make it count.

You opted for a piece you’ve played an unholy amount of times.

It was your mother’s favourite.

It wasn’t anything particularly difficult or challenging; it was not a technical piece in the slightest. But something about it spoke to you.

It felt like sitting in a sunroom on a rainy day and watching beads of raindrops race down the panes of glass. It felt like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds after days of overcast skies. It felt like a hug from your mom.

Turns out, it sounded even more beautiful on a Bechstein.

The last few notes echoed through the predominantly quiet restaurant as you stared down at the keys.

“What’s that called?” Remus asked quietly.

You looked over at him to find that same soft look on his face.

“It’s called Sorrisi.”

“What language is that?” James asked.

“Italian, I believe.”

“What does it mean?” Sirius interjected.

You smirked before responding. “I believe it translates to I smiled.”

Remus watched as you seemed to shake yourself out of some sort of reverie. The piece was simple, but it was deep. Remus swore he could see years of memories and feelings oozing out of your shoulders as your hands danced across the keys.

And he wasn’t the only one. He could tell his mum was crying – most people wouldn’t have likely noticed, thinking she was just farsighted - but he knew that she only ever removed her glasses from her face if she was tearing up.

And then you had to go and act all bashful like you hadn’t just moved the room to tears with a few simple notes. Like you had no idea how wonderful you were. How beautiful you were.

Remus was fucked.

Here's the song you played for (Remus) the boys and Hope 🥰

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calliopesdiary · 4 months

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"fallin' for ya"

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.

#marauders era #sirius black x reader #danceteacher!reader #sirius black has a little sister #remus lupin #reader #fem!reader #dance #sirius black

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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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dearharriet · 3 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.

thank you for reading <3

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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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

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 · 1 year

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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)

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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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

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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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.

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also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos

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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severussnapemylove · 7 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."

#When you've been looking out for your little pack of manic depressive wizards and now they gotta look out for you #severus snape #severus snape x reader #reader insert #bellatrix lestrange #remus lupin #harry potter universe #AU fanfic ideas

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ecliptiz · 9 months

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𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 ╰► REGULUS BLACK

Summary: He loves you, you can’t love him.

Warnings: Angst, hope it makes sense, kinda a Jo, Laurie situation- idk I’m making it up as it going.

MASTERLIST

THE WIND, A WILD symphony, entwined with your hair, embracing it with icy fingers, jerking you awake from the haze of your weary steps.

There stood Regulus, raindrops tracing delicate pathways down his raven curls, while his pale countenance and freckles beckoned your gaze like constellations in the night sky, inviting you to map their secrets as the great artists would.

His dark, searching eyes locked onto yours, the tempestuous wind causing them to squint, yet never wavering from their connection to your soul. In the depths of his irises, emotions swirled like a celestial dance of northern lights, blending frustration, fear, and an unspoken tenderness that tugged at your heartstrings.

As you turned to face him, a fragile smile graced his lips, an intricate facade that conveyed a myriad of emotions too profound to fathom.

"No," you whispered, your voice a trembling echo, as if betrayal had slashed through your very core.

"Yes," Regulus responded, his voice carrying a soft determination, while his pallid fingers reached out for you, reaching for solace amidst the storm of emotions. But you retreated, your heart torn, unable to discern whether your eyes stung from the rain's bitter assault or from the torrent of feelings crashing upon you.

Regulus pressed on, his heart laid bare, his body reaching out to her despite the biting wind and drenching rain. His eyes, like two wounded stars, yearned for her understanding, as he faced the bewildered expression of the woman he loved, the one who held his eternity within her grasp.

He would stand by her side, shape himself into perfection to match her desires, if only she would agree to spend lifetimes intertwined with him, to wake up every day to the vision of her face.

He longed to trace every detail of her being, counting the freckles, cherishing each blemish, and admiring the small scars that adorned her skin. He wanted to feel the intricate texture of her existence, from the softest touch to the most subtle creases.

"We gotta have it out, Y/N!" His voice pleaded, cracking with the force of his emotions, desperate for her to meet his gaze and bridge the distance that separated them.

Her response was firm, her voice strong yet strained, as she backed away and turned away from him, her eyes avoiding his gaze. The stars shimmered above, a silent witness to the tumultuous struggle of their hearts.

"Please, no... Regulus..." Her words were laden with pain, a silent plea for him to relent, but his love was an unstoppable force that had consumed him entirely.

With every step she took, he followed, walking sideways, never letting her out of his sight. It was uncharacteristic of him, to chase after someone like a lovesick puppy, but she had bewitched him, creating a sanctuary of serenity amidst the chaos of his world. In her presence, the cacophony of life dulled to a hush, and he felt an unfamiliar sense of safety.

Her pleas continued, her voice breaking with every utterance, as she tried to create a chasm between them, yearning for the earth to swallow her whole.

Regulus couldn't contain the words any longer, his voice strained and vulnerable, confessing a love that had taken root long ago. "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N. I couldn't resist it, no matter how hard I tried." His neck tensed, the struggle evident as he fought to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatened to consume him. He locked his eyes on hers, longing for a connection that transcended the physical realm.

But still, she begged him to stop, her voice breaking as she increased the distance between them, seeking the vast expanse of an ocean to shield her heart from the intensity of his affection.

She finally turned to face him, her nose and eyes red from tears, her trembling lips revealing the depth of her emotions. The wind continued its relentless dance, brushing against her tear-stained face, while the rain continued to pelt down around them.

Regulus pointed back and forth between them with fervor, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers, a gesture that seemed to ease the tension in his body, if only slightly.

"I've tried to show you, but you wouldn't let me! And that's alright," his voice strained, curls swirling in the tempestuous air. "No, no," she murmured, her voice interweaving with his, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of emotions.

His brown curls clung to his forehead, his eyes a mosaic of feelings, swirling like a tempest within gentle meadows. His body remained tense, his gaze unwavering, as if he could glimpse into the very depths of her soul.

"But I need to know now. Give me an answer because I can't bear this any longer!" His voice cracked under the weight of his plea, his eyes searching hers desperately, his soul yearning for her acceptance.

His nose was red, and his eyes were lined with the aftermath of tears, reminiscent of the soft snow that blankets the ground in winter. Yet, he refused to allow any more tears to fall.

She bowed her head, the whipping hair a temporary shroud that concealed her tear-filled eyes. Her hands clutched tightly at her own clothes, a futile attempt to anchor herself against the overwhelming surge of emotions.

"Please... please," her voice wavered, raw and strained, each word echoing the agony of her heart. Her instincts drove her to create more distance between them, as if trying to protect herself from the torrent of feelings that engulfed her.

"I made sacrifices for you! I gave up important things, everything you didn't like, and I don't regret it!" His body leaned forward, tension radiating from every fiber of his being. His eyes remained tightly shut, battling to retain his composure. However, the torrent of emotions was overpowering, and a faint spray of spit escaped from his lips, unnoticed in the deluge of rain.

As she retreated further, curling into herself, she wished she could escape, to be left alone amidst the relentless downpour.

"It's alright! I waited patiently, never complaining..." His voice faltered, his eyes desperately seeking a glimpse of understanding in hers, yearning for some sign that would validate the intensity of his feelings.

His emotions were laid bare before her, like vivid paint splatters on a once pristine canvas, now marred by the chaos of their emotions. He longed for their connection to be as vibrant and true as those raw brushstrokes, but the canvas of their love remained elusive, fraught with uncertainty and fear.

He paced back and forth, his voice breaking with each syllable. "Because I..." His words were choked with emotion, and he lowered himself slightly to try and meet her downcast gaze.

"Because... you know, I thought... I hoped you love me too, Y/N." His restless movements mirrored the turmoil in his heart, as a raw pain swirled through the dark depths of his irises. He longed for a future with her, to experience all of life's milestones together, to be each other's last and first in every moment.

He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to fall asleep in her arms every night. He envisioned sharing meals, creating cherished memories, and savoring the small, beautiful moments of life as they painted their love story together. Every fiber of his being yearned to reveal the entirety of his heart to her, and that was precisely what he was doing in that vulnerable moment.

His heart felt like a canvas stuck in a mix of vibrant paints, and she held the brush that could complete the masterpiece. He entrusted her with the power to shape their shared destiny, to blend their colors and create something more profound and beautiful than he could ever fathom alone.

In his eyes, love and longing swirled, a vivid kaleidoscope of emotions that yearned for reciprocation.

His footsteps imprinted muddy marks on the rain-covered grass, mirroring the tumult of emotions that stormed within him. "And I realize I'm not half good enough!" His voice cracked with the weight of his inadequacy, yearning to be deserving of her love, to hold her attention unwaveringly.

He was willing to change, to transform himself completely for her, at the slightest beckoning of her fingers. He didn't mind the vulnerability of such surrender if it meant being with her.

"And I'm not this great man!" he confessed, his voice trembling. Yet, before he could dwell in self-doubt, she interjected, speaking the words he so desperately longed to hear. "Oh yes you are!" Her voice chimed in harmony with his, drawing herself closer to him.

As their bodies moved nearer, their hearts beat in tandem, his eyes revealing the weariness of a soul seeking solace.

"I am so grateful to you, you are too good for me, you are a great deal!" she proclaimed, her finger pointing towards him as if marking the epicenter of her affection. With each passing moment, their proximity grew, and the distance between them became infinitesimal.

"I don't know why I can't love you! I want to, but I don't know how!" Her voice quivered, her body shivering from the cold and the overwhelming sensation of his warmth, tantalizingly close yet just beyond reach. Her eyes searched his, desperately seeking an answer to the enigma of her heart.

His eyes, like celestial orbs, held a universe of emotions that captivated her entirely. She had never been interested in stars..until they were found in his eyes.

In that suspended moment, everything around them faded into the background. The rain's gentle patter became a mere hum, drowned out by the intensity of their emotions.

Regulus was lost in the impulse, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed tenderly against hers. The softness of their kiss conveyed a depth of feeling that transcended words. His hands sought to keep her close, gripping her cheeks gently, as if afraid that she might slip away.

Her fingers tangled in his damp curls, a mix of pushing and pulling, torn between pushing him away and drawing him closer. Yet, an undeniable connection held them together, as if their souls recognized the truth in their shared emotions.

When they finally parted, his breath came in soft pants, his forehead resting against hers. His lips brushed against hers with the softest of touches, and their noses bumped in a display of intimacy that was both tender and electric.

"Please, let's learn together," he murmured, his voice laden with hope and vulnerability. He held onto her, afraid to open his eyes, fearing that this could all be a fleeting dream.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed lightly. A timid nod conveyed her acceptance, her willingness to explore this uncharted territory of love together.

In the quiet embrace, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them entwined in each other's presence. The rain's gentle rhythm was a subtle symphony to the harmony they had just discovered.

Regulus dared to open his eyes, and as he gazed into her own, he found a reflection of his emotions mirrored in her depths. He saw uncertainty mingled with the tender spark of hope, a mixture of fear and longing that resonated with his very being.

"I've never felt like this before," he whispered, his voice a fragile admission of the profound impact she had on him. "You make me want to be better, to be worthy of your love."

Her fingers caressed his cheek, her touch conveying a silent reassurance that he didn't need to be perfect, that she accepted him as he was, flaws and all. "You are worthy," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that wrapped around his heart like a comforting embrace. "We'll learn together, and we'll figure it out."

In that moment, they both knew that their journey had only just begun. They were no longer alone, no longer adrift in their emotions. They had found an anchor in each other, and together they would navigate the uncharted waters of love and vulnerability.

With each passing moment, their connection deepened, their souls painting an ever-evolving masterpiece of emotions. The rain continued to fall, but they stood there, soaked through, yet feeling nothing but warmth in each other's presence.

As they walked hand in hand, leaving behind the rain-soaked grass, they knew that life would still present its challenges, but now they faced them together.

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