#Sirius is in awe of how effective everything is

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi! Do you think you could write fem!reader with poly!marauders and their first time having sex? If I’m making you uncomfortable let me know and I’ll apologize. Sorry if I sound weird I’m autistic and don’t know how to phrase things sometimes. Thank you.

hi hunny! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all and you worded this great! thank you for requesting!! fem!reader x poly!marauders

cw: explicit smut, slight d/s dynamic, swearing, everything is consensual obviously

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The fact that you were the only one breathing heavily was a crime. It was pathetic, really. You felt borderline depraved, considering the innocence of the situation. Your head was in Sirius’ lap, his fingers nothing short of magical against your scalp. You could feel the slight vibration of his voice every time he spoke. Remus’ hand was lazily rubbing your bare thigh, occasionally dipping his fingers under the hem of your shorts, and you were praying that he couldn’t feel the growing heat in dangerous proximity to his hands. James was looking unfairly gorgeous for someone winding down for the night. He was fresh from the shower, his clean scent wafting over to you on the bed as he styled his hair in the mirror. 

You were tightly wound from months of tension. While there had been no shortage of heat-stoking intimacy and dizzying kisses leaving you whiny and breathy, it had always stopped of anything that would actually satisfy the growing beast in your core. And while you hoped you were successfully hiding how much it affected you, part of you wished they would notice it. You closed your eyes, taking a shaky breath. The boyish laughter in the background was not helping with your growing affliction. 

“Angel?” James chuckled, damp hair falling in front of his eyes. 

“Yeah?” You turned your head in Sirius’ lap. 

“We’ve been trying to get your attention, lovely.” James crawled on top of you, muscles shifting intricately under his white tank. You noticed how he was careful not to pile too much weight onto Sirius. He slid down, laying his head on your stomach and wrapped an arm around Remus, making the tall boy begrudgingly put his book down. 

“Oh, sorry. I was distracted.” You ran your hands through James’ hair. 

“Distracted?” Sirius drawled. He was trailing his fingers teasingly on your neck now. You repressed the urge to shiver. 

“Distracted.” You parroted back awkwardly. You couldn’t tell if the heat was from the amount of bodies crammed into the bed or the effect that they were having on you. James looked up at you with a playful grin. He reached a hand up to caress your cheek. His grin grew wider.

“Your face is warm, darling.” Mirth was dripping from his eyes. 

“Is it?” You swallowed hard. Sirius’ painted digits pressed into your jaw. He chuckled darkly at what he found.

“Her pulse is fucking hammering” His wicked fingers dipped under the collar of your shirt. 

“Oh,” Remus cooed, tone indicating that he didn’t feel that bad. “What’s the matter, dovey?” 

“Nothing.” You choked out, knowing that your body was completely betraying you. 

“I don’t know,” Sirius provoked. “I think it’s something. Don’t you, Prongs?” He moved to pet James’ head. 

“Oh, you’re definitely right.” James kissed your exposed collarbone. “C’mon, sweetheart. Talk to us.” 

You wanted to laugh. If they really wanted you to talk, couldn’t they make it a bit easier? You just groaned, hiding your face in Sirius’ thigh.

“No. None of that.” Remus gripped your chin to move your face, not letting you be shielded. “Use your words.” 

“You’re so mean.” You whined. 

“Aw, baby.” James cooed. “We’re just trying to help you. We can’t know what you want if you don’t tell us.” He slipped his hand under the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist lovingly. 

“You know what you’re doing.” You narrowed your eyes. You were trying to look intimidating but failing miserably. Remus turned your face towards his, capturing you in a kiss. You moaned against your will, arching your back up. All your muscles felt so tense, begging for release. Sirius kept stroking your hair. 

“Just tell us what’s wrong.” Sirius’ grin was all teeth when you looked up at him. 

“Gah.” You groaned in failure. “I don’t even know. I’m just so worked up and you’re not helping.” You pouted. 

“Aw, I’m sorry dove.” Remus clearly did not feel bad. “Want us to make it better?” 

You nodded rapidly, eyes wide. Remus cocked an eyebrow at you. “Yes, please. Make it better.” You all but begged. 

“Alright, baby dove.” Remus laughed. "We'll be nice." He kissed you again, moving over your cheeks and neck. James was kissing your chest, tugging the collar of your shirt down to expose more skin. You struggled to hold back wanton moans. 

“Can I lift this up, angel?” James tugged at your shirt, looking pointedly at your nipples peaking through your shirt. 

“Yes please.” 

He tugged you away from Sirius and Remus, though the boys didn’t complain. Sirius was tugging Remus up by his mousy hair to kiss him aggressively, while James lifted your shirt to your collarbone, exposing your chest to his ministrations. He grabbed at your breast with one hand, kissing over your nipple until you were dizzy. He then moved down, kissing lower and lower. 

“Christ, just get this shit off.” Sirius growled at you. He impatiently moved you to sit up, tugging your shirt off the rest of the way. “You too, Prongs.” 

His eyebrows flew up behind his glasses. “Someone’s demanding today.” He complied though, pulling his white undershirt off and flinging it somewhere across the room. Sirius just narrowed his eyes at James and tried to pull Remus back. 

“The two of you.” Remus shook his head disapprovingly but you could see the affection swirling in his irises. “Do I have to tell you what to do with your mouths?”

“I think I know exactly what to do with my mouth.” Sirius sassed, moving down to Remus' neck.

“I know what I want to do with my mouth.” James tugged at your shorts, looking up at you with huge pupils. You choked back a moan. 

“Is that okay with you, honey?” Remus asked you gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Just say the word and we stop, okay?”

“I would like that.” You said, barely more than a whisper. James gave you another boyish grin and went back to kissing down your torso. 

“On second thought, I don't think I know what to do.” Sirius tested. He crawled off of the mattress, standing at the foot of the bed. He batted his lashes at Remus, clearly testing the tall boys patience. He stalked over to where Sirius was standing, looking down at him.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” He kissed him roughly before getting on his knees in front of him. Your attention was pulled back to the boy between your legs when you felt thick fingers slipping into the waistband of your shorts. 

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” James waited for you to nod before he pulled them off. He crawled off the bed, pulling your ankles to tug you right to the end of the mattress. Your underwear was removed before he opened your legs wider. This situation was too much in the best way. James was kissing down to your waiting pussy, glasses being knocked up his nose and hair messy while you were being stared down by Sirius, who was close enough to massage your thigh while he was being sucked off, his moans ringing deliciously through your ears. 

James’ tongue met your clit, making you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Oh, shit.” You whined. He was gentle as he pleasured you, wiggling his tongue softly into your pussy, flicking up towards your swollen bead and then back down to your hole. Your thighs started to tense. You knew you were getting there embarrassingly fast, both from James’ expertise and the arousal that had been building in your body. You fought to close your legs around James' head, but he held fast, keeping you spread open for him.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Sirius groaned. “You should fucking see yourself, babydoll.” He knotted his fingers in Remus’ fluffy hair, rutting his hips to chase his high. “Godammit.” He grunted, cumming down Remus’ throat. You hid behind your hands to protect yourself from his voyeuristic gaze.

When Remus got up, James pulled his lips off of your clit with a lewd popping sound, making you cry out. You bucked your hips back up, chasing for more pleasure. 

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” James chuckled, rubbing your hip comfortingly. He slipped two fingers into your pussy, curling them up. Remus' attention was now on you as he leant over you, kissing your neck. 

“How does her pussy taste, Prongs?” Sirius drawled, petting your thigh with a blissful look in his eyes. 

“So fucking good.” James kept his fingers working a perfect motion. 

“Alright, give me a try.” Sirius pulled James up impatiently. James brought his fingers up to the shorter boy’s mouth, the same fingers that were just inside you. Without hesitation Sirius sucked them into his mouth, moaning around the digits. You whined at the spectacle in front of you. 

“Christ, lads. She’s halfway to death over here.” Remus chuckled, palming at your breast. 

“Alright.” Sirius rolled his eyes, getting on his knees in front of you. “Are you gonna let me have a turn, sweet girl?” He pinched your side affectionately. 

“Yes please.” You moaned. 

Sirius laughed at you, pressing his face into your cunt. You almost screamed in ecstasy. He wasted no time with teasing, licking into you with vigorous hunger as his gray eyes bore into you. Remus and James moved to hold your legs apart, spreading you open completely before Sirius. “Fuck, such a sweet little pussy.” He groaned, before returning to his work. 

“That’s a good boy.” Remus groaned, putting his hand on the back of Sirius’ head to push him further into your cunt. “Y’ making her feel so good.” Sirius moaned into your pussy, doubling down. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Your thighs shook hard, spasms flowing through your whole body. 

“That’s it, angel. Come for us.” James kissed your cheek. It didn’t take long to follow his directions, tumbling off the edge of pleasure. Your moans were shameless, slipping into incoherent whines when you got to be too sensitive. Sirius licked his fingers as he came up for air, face flushed and eyes starry. 

“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re killer.” He praised. Pleasurable embarrassment washed over you. You shut your legs, looking up at the three boys. 

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” Remus stroked your jaw, all feigned sternness void from his face. 

“I’m brain dead.” You giggled. 

“I think that’s a job well done then.” James grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth to adorn it with kisses. You looked between him and Remus, playful hesitancy written in your features. 

“What about you two?” You questioned. 

“You still got some steam in you?” James looked at you wide-eyed. You nodded. 

“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.” Remus opened your legs again.  

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius x fem!reader

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (see full series list here)

1993

Giving an elf clothes is basically the same as throwing them off a cliff. Life-ruining. You think about this as you leave Winky sobbing at Crouch's feet, turning to return to your tent. Poor Winky. First she had to deal with that awful man as a master, and now she's being set free by said man. It's a tough life for house elves, you'll give them that. This all just reminds you of Bitsy — you'll have to go visit her first thing when school starts.

You glance to your left, spotting Mr Weasley escorting the kids back to their tent, and feel guilt gnawing at your gut.

"Give me a sec, will you?" you say to Minerva, jogging over to their group. "Mr Weasley?"

He looks up, raising his eyebrows when he sees you.

"I'm sorry for all that...I'm sure it was a shock to the system..." you say warily. "But please, don't think of me any differently. My — my past has no effect whatsoever on my work, and I can assure you that I will always do what is best for my students and — "

Mr Weasley brings up a hand, waving you down with a shake of his head. "Don't worry, professor. The boys — they speak very well of you. And Ginny too — I'm not worried."

You're surprised at that. You half expected him to look at you in disgust and steer his children away from you. It warms your heart to know he doesn't think you're bad.

"Thank you, Mr Weasley," you say genuinely. He gives you a small smile. "And I'd really appreciate it if maybe you...kept this to yourself? It's just — my job is everything to me, and if others found out..."

He nods understandingly. "You have my word."

You smile at him, nodding nervously. You glance at the three kids behind him, hoping your concern for them is communicated well enough. You head for Mr Diggory, giving him the same story, and he just nods like he wants to get as far from you as possible. That hurts, but you'll take what you can get. You scamper back to Minerva, and the two of you head back to your tent.

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The rest of your summer break is...boring. Believe it or not, it can get very lonely in your house with just Dubh as company. You consider going to visit your parents again, but part of you feels guilty when you think about leaving. What if Sirius tries to contact you but can't reach you at your parents'? It's too much of a risk.

You and Remus spend your time together, like you've always done, but it's still not the same. It's not like you spend every waking moment together — and you miss him when he's not there. You miss the company of your best friend. The silence of your little home is deafening when you wake to do the exact same things you did the day before.

One evening, your mind wanders to Harry. You wonder how he's getting on. You hope he's safe and not still shaken after the events of the Quidditch World Cup — that night definitely set you on edge and worried for your godson. Perhaps it's time you should actually make an effort to contact him — now that he knows well who you are, he doesn't deserve to just have that be it. Right now, your relationship is still very professor-studenty...and you don't want that. You're his godmother and you want him to see you exactly as that — someone he can trust, someone he can confide in and talk to without worrying about school or work.

So, with all this in mind, you grab a quill and some ink, fishing out a piece of parchment and setting it all down on the table.

Dear Harry,

Too formal, you think. You scratch it out messily, starting again.

Dearest Harry,

No, that's not right. You scratch that out.

Hey, Harry!

What are you so excited about? This is just setting him up for something interesting, and you really have nothing interesting to tell. Scratch that.

What's up, Hazza?

Scratch.

My beloved godson,

Scratch scratch.

To: Harry

Scratch scratch scratch.

You look down at the parchment, realising you've just about scratched out the top half of the parchment. Nice one. You crumple it up, throwing it towards the rubbish bin in the corner of the room and missing it by half a mile. You groan, getting up and begrudgingly tossing it in the bin properly and getting another piece of parchment. You take a deep breath before starting this one.

Harry,

I hope you're well, and that you're enjoying your stay with the Weasleys'. Do tell Ron and Hermione I said hello and I'm really looking forward to seeing you all in September! Hopefully there's a year ahead where the three of you aren't getting up to too much mischief...though perhaps that's an impossible thing to ask for.

I hope you're doing okay after the World Cup. I won't mollycoddle you and say you have nothing to worry about because you're old enough to know better, but you can always talk to me, Harry. I mean it. I'm your godmother and it's high time I start acting like it.

I'm afraid I don't really have anything interesting to share. The summer can be quite boring for me — it's just myself and Dubh. Remus comes 'round a lot, but I think that's because he gets a free meal out of it.

There's a room here for you, y'know. When we were made godparents, Sirius demanded that you have your own room here because it was a 'necessity'. Personally I think it was just so he could get the chance to put the idea in your head that tying your dad's shoelaces together would be a good thing. It's lucky one-year-old Harry had little-to-no dexterity.

Write back soon with all the news! I could do with a little excitement.

All my love and best wishes,

You sign your name, tapping your quill against your chin thoughtfully as you read back over the letter.

P.S. If you hear anything from that daft dog will you please let me know? I've gotten no word and can't help but worry. Enjoy the photo!

You spend five minutes rummaging around for a photo, eventually landing on one of a young Lily smiling sheepishly, her cheeks rosy, clutching a copy of her potions textbook in her arms.

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

Children run and crowd the platform at King's Cross, hugging parents and grimacing as their mothers press sloppy kisses to their cheeks. You push your own trunk and Dubh's crate through the crowd, finally managing to get onto the train and into your usual compartment in the Prefects' carriage.

You sit down with a sigh, taking out your books and doing what you usually do: touch up lesson plans. Then you pull out a fictional book, written in French, hoping to brush up on your skills in the language before the arrival of the Beauxbatons students.

This year, something big is happening at Hogwarts: the Triwizard Tournament. One of-age student from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons is selected and the three participants compete in three tasks to win a grand prize of a thousand galleons. You're quite excited for it — especially to meet the new teachers from the other schools. It's something to look forward to!

After a while, you decide to get up and stretch your legs. You'll go for a walk down the train, maybe have a quick word with your seventh years and see how they're doing. Off you go, and luckily you do spot a gaggle of your seventh years in a compartment with the door open. Inside, you find Cedric Diggory, Molly Milvy, Elisa Catchweld and James Smith. All Hufflepuffs. They tell you about their summers, the holidays they went on, their hopes for this coming year, their worries about exams. Molly Milvy seems especially worried about her Astronomy exam, pulling out a thick textbook from her bag and flipping it open.

"I've just — Professor, how in Merlin's name do you analyse spectra? I just — I cannot wrap my head around it — "

You chuckle light-heartedly. "Oh, Ms Milvy, we'll cover it, don't you worry. I'll explain it all when we come to it."

"When will we come to it? I'm seriously just beginning to worry — "

You gently take the book from the blonde girl, closing it shut. "I'll make a note to get an early start on spectra with your class this year, and I'm happy to spend time going over it outside of class with you if needs be."

She smiles, some of the stress leaving her face. "Okay, okay. Thank you, Professor."

You glance at Cedric Diggory. Did his father tell him about you? If he did, he's not showing it. He's looking as friendly as he's always been. You nod and smile at the students, bidding them goodbye before continuing on your way down the train. You pass students, giving them all greeting smiles, before eventually you near a compartment, peering in the window and spotting Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting inside, chatting away amicably. You knock on the door, smiling when Hermione stands to open it.

"Professor!" She immediately starts to smooth her hair down in an effort to look more presentable and you chuckle at her antics.

"I hope you don't mind my interrupting," you say, and they all shake their heads. You slide the door closed behind you, wondering if you should sit down or not. No, maybe not. Surely they don't want their professor butting in like this. "Anyways, I'm just popping in to say hello...Harry, did you get my letter?"

Harry nods. "Oh, yeah, I did, thanks. I meant to send one back but it only arrived a few days ago, thought it best to just leave it 'til now..."

"Oh, that's fine. Nothing to worry about," you reply with a smile.

"Professor, I wanted to ask you something," Harry questions and you nod. "At the Cup, when the Dark Mark was conjured...do you think that means Voldemort is back?"

You bite your lip, shrugging. "Honestly? I don't know, Harry. But I do know that with Wormtail free to do whatever the hell he wants, it's best to keep your wits about you."

"Do you know who conjured it?"

You scoff. "Sure if I knew, don't you think I'd have said something that night? I haven't got a clue, I'm afraid."

There's a brief silence, and you nearly consider leaving them because you think you're boring them, but Ron asks you a question.

"How come you're not an animagus?"

You blink in surprise at him.

"Y'know, 'cause all the rest of them were."

Your legs are tired from standing and you decide to forego all previous worries and just sit yourself down next to your godson, smiling across at Ron.

"Oh, Ron, you think the boys would have let a girl in on their little tricks?" You chuckle. "They had their own little club of...animals, and none of the rest of us were supposed to know. Though I will say that they did choose a terrible spot to perform their little ritual."

"Ritual?" Harry asks curiously. You can spot the glow in his eyes at the prospect of hearing about his parents and godfather and it warms your heart to see.

"The animagus one," you answer. You look over at Hermione. "Hermione, I'm sure you know of this already — " the girl swells with pride, " — but the spell for becoming an animagus is incredibly complicated. First, you have to keep a mandrake leaf under your tongue for an entire month — Sirius found that one especially difficult — "

"Why?"

You laugh. "Well, one, because it's awful to eat and drink with that in...and two, because Sirius had a fondness for snogging every girl in the castle."

Hermione's eyes widen and her face flushes. Ron and Harry share a look as both jaws drop.

"What?"

You grin at their shocked faces. "Yes, Sirius was quite the ladies man back in his day. Couldn't keep him away from a pretty girl! Anyway, then the boys had to say this chant every day...oh, what was it? I can't remember — "

"Amato, animo, animato, animagus," Hermione says and you nod.

"Yes, that was it. Every sunrise and sundown, those boys were chanting that incantation. They had to make up this potion and drink it during a lightning storm. Which, took quite a while...but the night there finally was one, they went up to the Astronomy Tower, for ease of access or something, I guess. And well, I spent practically every night up there in the Tower and may have walked in during their transformation."

"Really?" Hermione says, engrossed in your story.

"Oh, yes. It was weird, honestly, going up there and seeing Remus standing around these three familiar-looking animals..." you smile, remembering the memory. "But that's it, really. I mean, I already knew Remus was a werewolf before that, and now I knew the rest of 'em were transforming into animals whenever they pleased! But to answer your question, Ron, I had missed the chance to become one, and I wasn't as committed as they were. Though I would love to see what animal I'd be...James used to joke that I'd be a sea urchin, but I reckon I'd be something cooler like...like, I don't know, a dragon."

The three laugh and you smile.

"So, Harry, have you heard anything from Sirius?" you say, worry knotting your gut.

Harry nods and you feel a wave of relief washing over you. "Yeah, I have. He sent me one a while ago, kind of at the beginning of summer? He — uh — he said he's fine. And well, I sent him one a few weeks ago, before the Cup — but I haven't gotten a reply yet."

You nod thoughtfully. "Alright, thank goodness. He — he can't send me letters, you see. The Ministry are monitoring our house."

"Wait, really?" Hermione says in surprise. "That's awful."

You shrug. "It's nothing I haven't had to deal with before. They just — they're desperate. Desperate to get something on me."

"But you've been proven innocent!" Hermione exclaims. "And Dumbledore trusts you. Surely that's enough for them?"

You shake your head grimly. "I'm afraid not. The public hates that Sirius managed to escape, and the Ministry are just hoping they'll catch me out on something and make everyone think they've done something worthwhile. It'd also be a good jab at Dumbledore because he trusts me — Fudge worries he wants to become the Minister of Magic. Not that I think Dumbledore has even the tiniest shred of interest in that position anyway."

"Why wouldn't he want to be the Minister of Magic?" Ron asks incredulously, scoffing.

"He says it's because he has everything here, at Hogwarts," you say with a shrug, before adding with a small smile, "but if you ask me, I think it's because when you have control over everything like that, you don't have to fight for anything. Dumbledore likes that fight."

You roll your jumper's sleeves up, sighing. You should probably get going. Someone might accuse you of favouritism, sitting here with these three. Which...wouldn't be wrong, of course, but still not a great look for you. Hermione lets out a small gasp, looking at your forearm. You follow her gaze, landing on a tattoo.

"What's that for, Professor?" She asks curiously. Ron and Harry both lean forward to get a better look. It's that same painting of the pottery that Remus did for you, now permanently etched onto your skin. It's a jug, a plate and two cups. Upon the jug, is a pair of antlers, and on the plate, a lily flower.

You smile fondly, brushing over the art with your fingers. "It's pottery. Y'know, for the Potters..." you smile over at Harry. "There's Lily and there's James." You point to their symbols respectively. "S'pose I'll have to get another for you, eh, Harry? Wonder what it'd be."

He beams back at you, like it's the greatest honour in the world. The corners of his eyes crease behind his glasses.

You stand with a sigh, brushing over your jumper and pulling the sleeves back down over your tattoo. Not your only tattoo, by the way. There's another much bigger one on your back, but that's a story for another day.

"Well, I best be off," you say. "I'll see you all at dinner."

With that, you leave the compartment, slipping down the corridor again. You glance over your shoulders to see Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle standing at their compartment doorway, a jeering sneer on Draco's face.

Ah, teenage drama. Happens to us all.

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The Great Hall is alive with great chatter and excitement. Inside, students buzz with anticipation, yapping away to each other as they reunite. You sit yourself down at the staff table, greeting everyone after the holidays. There's an empty seat beside you, Minerva's usual spot. On your left, sits the tiny Professor Flitwick, who greets you cheerfully.

"Hello!"

"Hello, Filius!" you chirp back, smiling at him.

Hagrid is of course, busy with the first years, battling their way across the Black Lake. Minerva, you saw, is busy supervising the drying of the Entrance Hall floor — which had previously been assaulted by Peeves' water balloons.

You glance down the table, wondering who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. You scan and scan for a new face, but are stuck with Severus Snape's ugly scowl as your eyes meet. You wave condescendingly at him, bending your fingers like you're waving goodbye to a little toddler. His nostrils flare and he looks away from you. Poor baby. Holding onto that grudge against Sirius all these years, he must have an awful dull life.

Professor Dumbledore sits in the middle, smiling contentedly out at the students as you all wait for the first-years to arrive. Professor Sprout sits on the other side of Flitwick. You like Pomona Sprout — she's that kind of funny and friendly woman who won't take any bullshit. It's great.

"Pomona, long time no see!" You say, leaning to talk to her while Flitwick charms his spectacles to dance on the table for his enjoyment. He claps his hands excitedly, ignoring the two of you.

"Aye, that'd be right!" She exclaims heartily. "By Godric, you wouldn't see such rain if you prayed for it! I was absolutely drowneded outside!"

You chuckle, choosing not to correct her use of 'drowneded'. "Honestly! I had to use about three drying spells before coming in here. Madness."

No sooner have the words left your mouth than the doors of the Great Hall swing open and Minerva strides through, leading a trail of young first-years behind her. They're positively drenched, shivering from head to toe with the cold. There must have been no time to dry them off, you suppose. One young lad is covered in a large mass of fabric, one you recognise as Hagrid's moleskin overcoat. He's practically swimming in the massive piece of clothing, his head just barely poking out from the top of it.

The first-years look around in wonderment, gazing up at the sky, looking nervously out at all the older students, looking back at the teachers. You smile and wave at the ones who look at you, hoping to ease their nerves a little bit.

Minerva places the Sorting Hat on a three legged stool before the first-years and you suppress a groan.

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts school began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still they did divide

Their favourites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

The Great Hall erupts into applause and you applaud too, thankful that it's over. Truth be told, you think the sorting is a whole load of hogwash. No one person is just cunning, no one person is just intelligent...it makes no sense. You like to think that though you were placed in Gryffindor, you were a sort of Jack-of-all-trades. Kind, clever, cunning and brave. Of course, you know that perhaps you're setting yourself too high...but who doesn't have a fantasy?

The Sorting begins, and you drum your fingers on the table in front of you. Thirty-three years old and you feel just as impatient as the other students do, desperately hoping for Minerva to hurry it up a little. You can feel your stomach gargling loudly, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Sprout did, and she's nodding bleakly at you as though she feels your pain.

This is the one thing you don't like about the feast — the lack of one while you wait for the Sorting to finish. Sometimes, you try and use your intuition to guess what house they're going to get. A young girl hops up onto the stool, and Minerva places the hat on her head.

Ravenclaw, for sure.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Yeah, well, I was going to say that.

Time drags on and on, and you're seriously starting to consider taking a chomp out of the wooden table in front of you. If you squint just right...it looks like a bar of Honeyduke's chocolate.

But thankfully, it seems you won't have to go that far, because Minerva finally plucks the hat from the stool once the last student has been sorted and carries both the stool and the hat out.

Dumbledore stands, arms opened wide in welcome. "I have only two words to say to you," he tells you, his deep voice booming around the hall, "Tuck in."

And tuck in you do. You eat to your heart's content, glad to finally be rid of the rumbling in your tummy. You clink your goblets against Sprout and Flitwick's cheerfully, beaming when Minerva finally joins you at the table, huffing something about Peeves and his antics.

Finally, when the last of the desserts have been cleared and plates have been licked clean, Dumbledore gets to his feet again. Wondrously, the buzz of chatter ceased almost at once, everyone turning to listen to what he's going to say. You wish you had that kind of power over a room.

"So!" he says, smiling around at everyone. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention while I give out a few notices."

"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden in the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four-hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office, if anyone would like to check it."

Filch is standing down the bottom of the hall, eyes flitting about the hall suspiciously. He lands on the Weasley twins and gives them a dark look — you expect he hopes to really catch them out this year. Not a chance.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is strictly out-of-bounds to all students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all those below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

Now this sets the students off. There is loud whispering and muttering, a few outbursts of 'What?'

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts — "

At that moment, there's a deafening roll of thunder and the doors to the Great Hall bang open.

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i got my eye on you - four; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 2k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: i hope you're well, love u! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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You had left Sirius’ room when the others returned from hogsmeade. With kisses and little miss you’s, you left him alone. The walk to your room seemed longer than usual. You stopped outside the corridor, the moonlit night had a calming effect.

You pushed a stick between your lips and lit it with a tap from your finger. You let your gaze wander, though nothing much could be seen in the dark.

Something caught your attention or rather someone. Four figures argued with each other. You couldn’t make out three of them, they were hidden by the dark but the fourth one, you were sure, was Peter.

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what to think of it. You didn’t know Peter as well as the others, not like Sirius. He probably had friends apart from the marauders. You made a mental note to keep an eye on Peter, for his own sake.

Before you were able to accompany Sirius and his friends to breakfast, Albus had waved for you. Sirius didn’t have a chance to argue before you aparated away.

“What’s the matter, Headmaster?” The old wizard swatted his arm, signaling for you to take a seat. You didn’t argue and sat yourself down, the lighter which you stole from Sirius’ bedside table between your fingers.

“You have a little sister, am I correct?” You sighed and nodded your head.

“Millicent Fox, I believe.” You were well aware that your parents had another daughter, although you’ve met her maybe once or twice.

“She’s small, we’re almost twenty years apart.” You answered.

Albus nodded and plopped a lemon drop in his mouth. “Fourteen years to be accurate.” You diverted your gaze and dropped a small “whatever” in the process.

“She’s to enroll for her first year here in Hogwarts.” You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “How generous of our parents.” He didn’t answer and gave you a small smile.

“Maybe you could look out for her and the first years.” A small smirk found itself on your lips. “Yet another task, Albus?” 

“Don’t think of it as a task, I heard she only speaks in the highest tones of you.” You shook your head, face in a scowl.

“She’s a kid.” He nodded.

“Exactly, so help her and the others stay kids, we all know what’s happening nowadays.” You didn’t answer the old wizard.

“Was that everything you wanted to talk to me about?” He shook his head.

“Not exactly.” You waited for him to continue. “I wanted to forward my praises.” He paused.

“For-”For exceptional execution of protection. The incident at the last Quidditch Match was a horrible incident which you defused in a short time. For a brief moment your relationship to Sirius Black stated a problem but seeing how you execute your work erased that worry.”

You were dumbfounded.

“My relationship?” He gave you a smile.

“I know everything, Miss Fox.” You cringed at your last name.

“One issue I do have, I’m afraid.” You once again didn’t interrupt him and waited for him to continue.

“I must plead to you that punishment of students in any form is to be executed by a teacher of this school, vigilantism is something I don’t want to see in these walls again, Miss Fox.” You nodded and excused yourself.

With a cigarette between your lips you wandered the school grounds, deep in thought.

You hadn’t seen Millie since she was a toddler, not that you knew her very well. Somehow you felt bad, bad for the little girl who had to grow up in the same awful household you had to. You’d give her a chance, you thought.

Give yourself a chance, maybe.

“Are you my sister?” A girl with big brown eyes started up to you, her hand grasped your coat with an iron grip. You looked around, eyes wide. “Miss Y/N?” A house elf you knew too well stood in front of you. “Esmy.” You spoke, your voice barely a whisper.

You crouched down, your arms already around the elf’s shoulders. “Where has Miss Y/N been? Esmy was greatly worried.” She tried. Esmy has been more of a mother than your own has ever been. 

She cared for you when you were sick, wiped your tears and played with you when neither of your parents paid you any mind.

“Miss Y/N is Miss Millicent’s sister.” Esmy spoke, pulling the little girl forward.

Your sister threw you a big smile and threw her tiny arms around your shoulders.

“I knew, you’re my prettiest best sister ever.”

She said, her pigtails hitting your face in the process.

“Esmy showed me photos and told super stories.” You gave her a small smile and grasped her cheek.

“Is that so?” She nodded and played with your hair while you spoke to Esmy. “How is she at home?” Esmy shook her head. 

“Not as strict but not kind either.” She said and you sighed.

"Millicent? Where are you child? Millicent?!”

Your eyes widened. “I gotta go, Millie.” She frowned and sniffled as she stared at you. “

No, I don’t want you to go.” “Take care of her, Esmy.” Esmy nodded and grabbed Millicent.

“I love you, Millie.”

You spoke before you aparated away, desperate to get away before your parents arrived.

“Love, here you are.” Sirius pulled you out of your thoughts, his bag slung over his shoulder.

With one hand he took your cigarette from you and with the other he pulled you closer, his hand buried in your neck. He pressed a hot kiss on your lips and smiled at you.

He took a drag and looked at you.

“What’s the matter?” You sighed and leaned over the railing. “Dumbledore knows of us.” He chuckled and threw an arm over your shoulders, another kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Does he have an issue with that?” Your lips broke into a small smile. “Not really, since I saved your ass a while ago.” He chuckled and took another drag.

He looked at you once more before intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s not everything, is it?” You shook your head, a sigh left your lips.

“My little sister will come to Hogwarts soon.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Sister? I thought you were an only child.” You shook your head.

“She’s fourteen years younger than me, she’s barely a child. I don’t even know her.” You grasped his hand to take a drag yourself.

“Albus told you that, why?”

Your hand found his brown locks. “He wants me to look out for her and the other first years, with everything that’s going on.” He sighed but rummaged in his pockets for his pack. With a flick of his lighter, the next cigarette was lit.

“Then we’ll look out for them together.” You gave him a smile and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s grab a bite, huh?” You nodded and took the cigarette from his lips.

Sirius poured some pumpkin juice in your cup and went to grab your plate but you stopped him.

“I’m not hungry.” You protested, your head still swinging with all the thoughts and worry.

“You’ve got to eat something, Y/N.” James had to laugh as he grabbed his cup.

“What’re you laughing at, Potter?” Sirius glared at him. “Oh nothing, Black. Just, hilarious to see you acting all love sick.” Sirius straightened up quickly and threw a biscuit at him.

“I’m not.” James and Remus chuckled.

“Do you want some Pumpkin juice, my love.” James reenacted the previous event.

“Yes please, Sirius.” Remus joined in. “I do not at all sound like that.” You protested.

“Whatever you two, we’re hanging out in the yard later, you comin’ too?” James asked, his question directed at the both of you.

Sirius looked at you, his answer totally laid with you.

“Sure-” Your answer was interrupted by a sudden poof as your house elf, Suki appeared.

“Miss Y/N.” Marlene was so badly startled that she dropped her pumpkin pasty with a yelp.

“Suki, what’s the matter?” You watched the elf trying to not step on any plates or knock something over. 

“This letter arrived for Miss arrived just now. Suki hurried to deliver it.” You took the letter from her tiny hands and thanked her before she disappeared again.

To: Y/N Fox.

From: Millicent Fox.

“What is it?” 

You didn’t answer as you opened up the envelope. The paper was slightly crumbled, maybe she hesitated to send it.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know if you remember me but I am your little sister, Millicent. I’m about to enroll for my first year at Hogwarts, School of Magic. Your house elf, Suki, has visited me. She let me know that you would be there too, though she didn’t tell me what for. I can’t imagine you as a teacher.

Don’t punish your house elf for talking to me, mother punishes Esmy for every little mistake. I hope you’re nothing like her, hopefully.

I’m excited to meet you, I hope you’re as kind as I imagine you to be.

With kind regards,

your little sister, Millie.

You closed the letter and pushed it back into its envelope.

“Who wrote you?” Sirius asked, pouring some milk into your cup of coffee.

“My sister.” He nodded and stirred the liquid some more. “Here you go.” He paused and placed a biscuit on your saucer. “Just this.” He spoke, puppy eyes forcing you to comply. After you took a bite of the biscuit Sirius had given you, Lily turned to you.

“You have a sister?” You nodded and took a sip from your coffee.

“A very small one, yes.” Sirius placed his hand on your back and spoke again. “What she say?” You grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“She’s very excited to meet me.” Sirius nodded, taking a bite of his food. “That’s good, right?” You nodded, a small smile on your lips.

“I hope.” 

“So, are you two official yet?” Marlene asked, the table stilled. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh please, you two hold hands, smile at each other all the time. I’m not even going to begin to imagine what you lot did while we were at Hogsmeade the other day.” 

James stared at his friend and then at you.

“You two, I thought you were joking?” Lily had to chuckle.

“You really are blind, Potter.” You cleared your throat, a small smile on your lips.

“He hasn’t asked me yet, so no, not official.” Sirius let go of your hand, eyes wide.

“We kissed!” He threw in. “Boys.” Marlene sighed while shaking her head.

“Oh and how we kissed, my dear Sirius.” You paused.

“But until you ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m not.” He sighed and took another bite.

“Do you-”Not like this, Sirius.” Marlene threw in.

“Not over the dinner table, you neanderthal.”

“But how?” She smirked at Sirius.

“That’s for you to figure out, love.” You smiled before you lit yourself a cigarette.

Sirius stayed quiet as his thumb caressed the back of your hand, his head visibly smoking.

“Idiot.” Marlene commented.

“I really don’t know what you see in him, honestly.” You blew some smoke. “He’s not just a pretty face, Marlene.” She huffed a chuckle as she took a sip of her drink.

“Whatever you say.” You threw her a smile and felt Sirius relax. The letter in your pocket weighed a ton, your head was full of thoughts.

You didn’t know if you were prepared for all that but there was something you were absolutely sure about.

These kids would stand by your side and Sirius would be closest.

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(This started as an attempt to write something for @wolfstarmicrofic's Let's Get Physical prompts, but again, it became much too long😅 It was supposed to be a silly fic with Remus being jealous of Sirius’ flirtatious trainer, but it became a bit more serious. But don't worry, still a happy fic with mostly Fluff!)

Remus doesn't think Sirius has anything to prove, but if he wants to run a marathon, then Remus is sure as hell going to support him every step of the way.

But the charming and flirtatious trainer who clearly has a thing for Sirius, is making it all a whole lot harder.

Every Step of the Way

Sirius wants to run a marathon.

Because of course Sirius wants to run a marathon.

After being friends for ten years and roommates for three, Remus should know by now Sirius always goes the extra mile, and this time also literally.

It doesn’t matter how far he’s already come. It’s only a year since the accident, after all. A year ago, the doctors feared that Sirius might never walk again. But a year of intense physical therapy and hard work and perseverance later, and here they are. Sirius is standing, walking, running, everything. But for Sirius, it isn’t enough. He wants to prove for once and for all that he can do everything he could before, more even, and put the whole ordeal officially behind him.

Remus knows that Sirius doesn’t understand why no one else seems to be excited about the marathon idea. He doesn’t understand, can’t understand, what it’s been like for them.

Remus still feels dread in his stomach when he thinks about getting the call, a drunk driver who had run Sirius’ motorcycle off the road, when he thinks about rushing to the hospital and waiting, not knowing if Sirius was even going to make it, sitting by his bedside while Sirius was unconscious, just hoping and praying to a god he doesn’t even believe in that Sirius would wake up.

So when Sirius did wake up in the hospital, heard what had happened to him, heard about the damage in his leg and how he might not be able to walk again, to Sirius, it felt like a nightmare. But when Sirius did wake up in the hospital, to Remus, it felt like his every prayer had been answered.

If anything, the marathon is Sirius’ way of finding closure for himself, of proving something to himself, perhaps. He doesn’t seem to understand that he doesn’t need to prove anything to them. He’s alive, and for them, that’s all he needs to be.

But if running this marathon is something Sirius needs to do, then Remus is going to support him every step of the way.

But Remus can’t bring himself to be excited about the marathon idea, especially not when Sirius finds a trainer.

Juan broad-shouldered, tall, with tanned skin and dark eyes. From the very start, he’s very impressed by Sirius’ story, because who wouldn’t be? Later, it changes to him being in awe of Sirius, of his mind-set, his perseverance, his determination. Juan’s touches become more lingering, his compliments become more frequent, his jokes become more flirty.

And Remus hates it.

He hates seeing them together, whenever Juan comes to pick Sirius up for a work-out session, or they come back from a run, or they hang out together going over the training schedule. He hates seeing Juan look at Sirius in a way he doesn’t want anybody else to ever look at Sirius.

“You can really see the effects of all that training. It’s a good look on you, Sirius. Not that you didn’t look good before, of course.”

“This week we’re going to focus more on cardio, and a little less on strength. Not that I particularly mind how broad your shoulders have become...”

“It was looking really good today, Sirius. And your running technique wasn’t bad either.”

Sirius and Juan walk in while Remus is hanging out with Lily and Marlene.

“That was a good one, huh?” Sirius asks, a little out of breath.

“Definitely,” Juan agrees. “And I must say, I’ve never seen anyone still look so good after having just ran 20k.”

Sirius snorts. “Well, at least I’m ready for the finish photo then.”

“Always,” Juan grins.

“Your next client also lives around here, right?” Sirius asks.

Juan checks his Apple watch. “Yeah, I’m meeting him in half an hour.”

“Well, I’m gonna take a shower,” Sirius says. “But feel free to hang out here and grab a drink from the fridge while you wait.”

“Thanks,” Juan says. “If you don’t need your trainer to help you out with anything in the shower?” He adds with a wink.

Sirius snorts and rolls his eyes. “I think I can manage.”

Sirius pulls his shirt over his head as he leaves the room, and Juan stares after him with a hungry look.

Remus hears a crack, and as he looks down, he sees that he accidentally broke the pen he was twirling around in his fingers.

As Juan walks over to the fridge, Lily elbows Marlene. “Marls, don’t we have to go do that thing?”

“What thing?” Marlene replies absentmindedly.

“You know, that thing,” Lily says, giving Marlene a meaningful look. “That thing where we need to go so that we are no longer here and it’s only Remus and Juan?” She nods her head in Juan’s direction, who’s leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping a soda while eying them with an amused expression.

Remus groans. They’re about as subtle a brick flying through the window. They’ve seen how Remus’ expression will grow dark, how he will ball his fists and clench his jaw, every time he sees Juan blatantly flirt with Sirius, and they’ve drawn all the wrong conclusions. They’re convinced that Remus can’t stand it because he had a crush on Juan, and no matter how much Remus denies it, they can’t be swayed. Of course they’re right about Remus being jealous, but he can’t tell them the real reason, so by now he has just given up on trying to change their minds. Unfortunately, since they believe that there’s nothing more than playful flirtation between Sirius and Juan, they’re also convinced that Remus should make his move.

“Oh, that thing!” Marlene jumps to her feet. “Right. Of course. Yes, we should go.”

As the girls leave, Marlene even goes as far as to give Remus a thumbs up.

Juan pushes himself away from the counter and saunters over to the couch.

Remus wonders if he’s going to get turned down by a guy he’s not even into.

“I know what’s going on here,” Juan says.

Remus highly doubts it. “I really don’t think you-”

“I know you’re not interested in me.”

Oh. Maybe he actually does.

“I know I’m not the reason for your jealousy. Or at least not in the way your friends seem to think.” Juan tilts his head as he studies Remus. “It’s him, right? It’s Sirius?”

Remus opens his mouth to deny it, but looking at Juan, he realises it’s no use. “Yeah...”

“I get it,” Juan says, looking at the door Sirius just left through. “He’s quite something, isn’t he?”

Remus sighs deeply. “He really is.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t blame you for having fallen for him,” Juan says. “I mean, how could I? I’m in the danger zone myself, and I only see him occasionally. You actually live with him! You didn’t stand a chance.” He smiles at Remus sympathetically. “I empathize with you.”

Remus looks up at him hopefully. “So you’ll stop flirting with him?”

Juan throws his head back and laughs. Then he gives Remus an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but a guy who looks like Sirius, and who’s also gay and single?” He shakes his head. “I can’t pass that up. In this case, it’s every man for himself, I’m afraid.” He holds out his hand.

Remus blinks, and without really thinking about it, accepts the hand.

Juan grins. “May the best man win.”

Remus hates that he shook Juan’s hand.

Like he agreed to compete with him. Like he can compete with him.

Sure, Sirius knows Remus better than anyone except probably his mum, and Remus knows Sirius better than anyone except probably James. But doesn’t that also mean that if there had been more than friendship in store for them, it would’ve happened by now?

Besides, Juan is charming and flirtatious, he works out twice a day, and in between he works out for a living too. Remus, on the other hand, is an awkward couch potato, and the closest thing he ever came to flirting with Sirius is when he tossed a piece of bread at his head (yeah, don’t ask).

And more important, Juan challenges Sirius and pushes him to his limits. He makes Sirius feel strong and confident. Ever since the accident, Remus constantly worries about Sirius, whether he’s taking proper care of himself, whether he’s taking enough rest, whether he’s not in any pain. He makes Sirius feel small, like he’s still a patient.

Maybe, and that’s the most painful of all, maybe Sirius needs someone like Juan.

In the time leading up to the marathon, Remus just continues as before, continues to support Sirius as best he can. He buys the foods that Sirius needs and likes, he cooks meals that fit within his training regime, and he shares in his joy every time he reaches a new milestone.

He doesn’t want to think about how things are proceeding between Sirius and Juan.

Remus has been a nervous wreck all day.

It’s the day of the marathon, and while he doesn’t care if Sirius can run a marathon or not, really doesn’t, it’s important to Sirius, and so it’s important to him.

“There he is!” James shouts, jumping up and down while bumping Remus’ shoulder, pointing towards the finish line.

And indeed, Sirius is running towards the finish. He’s going to do it. Of course he’s going to do it. And in an excellent time at that.

Remus claps louder than he ever has before. To his surprise, there are tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t expected to be this affected by it. The marathon never mattered to him, after all.

It’s just... that he remembers it all again. Seeing Sirius lying motionless in that bed, looking so small with all that tubes connected to his body, seeing Sirius’ fear and pain upon hearing he might never walk again, seeing Sirius’ anger and frustration as his body didn’t do what he wanted it to do. And then seeing him now, crossing the finish line, beaming with pride, strong, confident, happy, and alive. So, so blissfully alive.

Sirius looks around the people gathered behind the finish line, and his eyes lock with Remus’. Everything around Remus disappears, the crowd, the cheers, the claps, the commentator announcing names and times, and all he sees are Sirius’ eyes, with his own overwhelming emotions reflected back to him.

Remus runs up to Sirius and Sirius meets him halfway, and they fall into each other’s arms.

“Rem,” Sirius says, put of breath. “I did it. I actually did it!”

“You did!” Remus says, hugging him tight. “I’m so proud of you, Sirius. So bloody proud of you.”

Remus is looking on from a distance as James is taking a million photos of Sirius standing at the finish line with his medal, as their mother has demanded a printed and framed photo to hang on the wall.

Suddenly, Juan appears in front of him. He holds out his hand, and again, before he can really think about it, Remus shakes the hand.

“Congratulations,” Juan says.

“Oh, ehm, well, I should probably congratulate you. You trained him and ran with him after all...”

Juan looks over at Sirius with a fond look in his eyes. “Nah, this was all him.” He turns back to Remus. “Not what I’m congratulating you for anyway.” He grins. “May the best man win, remember?”

“Ah,” Remus awkwardly scratches his head. “I don’t think you can really say that we have a winner, if that’s what you want to call it...”

“Remus,” Juan says solemnly. “If there’s anything that’s important to me, it’s sportsmanship. And good sportsmanship involves accepting your loss, and knowing that there’s no shame in losing to a worthy opponent.”

“I respect that,” Remus says. “But why would you think you have lost?”

Juan smiles at him. “It wasn’t my face he searched in the crowd when he crossed the finish line. It weren’t my arms he fell into. He likes you, Remus. You should make a move. Life’s short, you know that, and you both deserve it.”

Juan pats Remus om the back, and with one last look at Sirius, he walks away.

Remus watches Sirius approach while thoughts run through his head. Could Sirius really return his feelings? It seems impossible. But then again, did it not only two years ago seem equally impossible that Sirius would ever run a marathon?

If there’s one thing Remus should know by now, it’s that nothing is impossible when it comes to Sirius Black.

“Ready to get out of here?” Sirius asks, still smiling brightly, as he stops in front of Remus.

“Yeah,” Remus replies, and then, just as Sirius turns to go, he says “Hey, would you like to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate?” He braces himself and takes a deep breath. Now or never. He reaches out and takes Sirius’ hand in his. “Just the two of us?”

Sirius stares down at their joint hands in wonder, then his eyes fly up and search Remus’ face. Remus sees disbelieve, hope, excitement, and something else in those eyes. He can’t wait to find out what that something else is.

A soft smile appears on Sirius’ face. “Yeah,” he squeezes Remus’ hand. “Yeah, I would like that very much.”

[fruitcoops]

Indecent

What do you do with several smut prompts, an upcoming break, a promise made three weeks ago regarding No nut November, and far too much enabling from your lovely friends? Obviously you write shameless smut.

Welcome to the Nine Days of Nutmas, beloveds. All character credit belongs to @lumosinlove (sorry Hazel).

TW for smut, momentary restraint (hands), and admiration of hockey butt.

“Now that’s just obscene.”

Remus turned sideways and watched himself go red in the mirror. So many side effects of hockey, yet nobody had warned him that a five-year-old pair of khakis would make him look like—like—

“Jesus, I look like Magic Mike,” he muttered, tugging at the too-tight inseam where it had ridden up from the simple act of turning half a degree. The light fabric clung to his legs like it had been spray-painted on, stitches holding on by a literal thread where his thighs touched in the middle. He could see the outline of his quad when he flexed alongside every dip of his knee. And god forbid he turn again, because that was just indecent. Even the slightest bend of his waist felt like a risk.

Remus examined himself for a few seconds longer, then sighed. Another one for the donation pile. At this rate, he wouldn’t have any clothes left by the end of the day.

“Oh.”

His heart leapt and he spun, instinctively grabbing at the front when the inseam gave a threatening pop. “Fuck—yeah, no, I know, it’s terrible.”

Sirius stared from the doorway, hand on the knob, jaw slack, eyes wide. “Um.”

“I figured I’d go through everything before I end up looking like…this…in public.” Remus ran a distressed hand through his hair and turned back to the mirror with a groan. “My ass looks ridiculous in these—do you know how much I liked these pants? This is awful.”

“Um,” Sirius agreed.

“I barely even wore some of these,” he continued miserably. The khakis had been a little treat for his two-year anniversary with the team, something that would be comfortable but still professional. He had kept them in perfect condition for years, and now…Remus frowned at his reflection. He had hoped the change in his physique wouldn’t be quite so severe.

He jumped a little when Sirius’ hands wrapped around his hips and slid down, to the side, then back up until his fingertips brushed the curve of Remus’ ass. “They look good to me,” Sirius murmured just below his ear. His lips brushed the lobe before catching it in a gentle tug; Remus suppressed a shiver.

“You might be biased.”

“Mmm, definitely.”

Goosebumps rose on his arms when Sirius resumed stroking along his outer thighs in long, slow pulls, apparently oblivious to Remus’ pounding heart. He let his head rest on Sirius’ shoulder and sighed when a soft mouth found his throat, nibbling and sucking in all the best spots. “I still have—hmm—a lot to go through.”

“By all means, keep putting smaller clothes on.” He could feel Sirius’ grin on his neck. “You’ll hear no protest from me.”

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” he muttered. Sirius met him in a kiss before he had finished turning his head and he smiled into it; the hands caressing his waist wandered lower, lower, lower until they were fully gripping Remus’ inner thighs. One moved up. Remus’ knees went weak under him and he gasped into the kiss; Sirius pushed into it greedily. “Bed, loup.”

“Please,” he breathed.

Sirius turned him by the waist and hoisted him up in one smooth motion, eyeing Remus in a way that made his stomach feel shivery and his pants even tighter than before. He tipped him back carefully until the mattress dipped beneath them, Remus’ ankles still locked around Sirius’ lower back, the entire world darkening as Sirius lowered himself onto his elbows and let their hips press together.

“Fuck.”

“Okay,” Sirius said agreeably. He gave a cheeky thrust and Remus choked on a groan, pushing his head back into the pillows. His cock throbbed; he was getting uncomfortable now, halfway to hard, and maybe if he squeezed Sirius’ waist a little harder that would—

RRRIP.

“Oh fuck,” Remus said faintly.

“Oh, fuck," Sirius moaned, sliding down his body without hesitation.

Remus only had a moment to gape at the brand-new hole exposing his left thigh before Sirius grabbed either side of the tear and pulled.

Well. He needed a new pair of shorts anyway.

“Wait, I was gonna—Sirius!”

Sirius bit at the pale, sensitive space that had opened up and Remus squirmed. “You can’t donate things with holes anyway. Take them off.”

“I’m getting there, but I could have repaired it—”

“Take them off or I’m ripping the other side, too.”

I should be embarrassed. I should be intimidated. I should be--I should not be this horny. Remus watched Sirius’ throat bob on a hard swallow. Wide-blown pupils eclipsed most of the silver in his eyes and his breaths came summer-hot and heavy. He wasn’t the captain right now; he was desperate.

Remus met his gaze. “Do it.”

Like a puppy given permission to destroy its favorite toy, Sirius was on him in an instant. Remus laughed at the excitement reddening his pale cheeks and pulled Sirius up by the front of his shirt for a harsh kiss once the other side had been similarly shredded, shoving their hips together as thick cotton rubbed against his newly-bare thighs. Sirius made a needy noise into his mouth and he caught his lower lip between his teeth, then pulled back with a grin.

“Missed a spot.”

The button came free and Sirius yanked the front open with unbridled glee; Remus laughed into his mouth at the pop of the zipper coming apart, lifting his hips like a helpful boyfriend until his knees were free and he could tackle Sirius onto his back. “You’re so fucking hot in your old uniforms,” Sirius panted.

“Not the intention, but I’ll take it.”

“Lube, where’s the lube—”

Remus caught his wrists and pinned them above his head, bringing him to a standstill. God damn, it felt good to be strong. “You wanna fuck me?”

Sirius nodded hurriedly.

“Want me to ride you?”

“Fuck, please, Re, anything—”

“I bet you do, baby,” he teased, grinding back into Sirius’ lap. It drew a frantic, frustrated noise from him, music to Remus’ ears as he tilted his head toward the ceiling and closed his eyes. Every inch of Sirius pressed into the curve of his thigh, hot even through a layer of fabric and almost certainly wet. The relief of being out of those khakis was beyond words. The rush that spiked in him when Sirius’ wrists flexed in his hold was even better. He let one loose and watched Sirius track his tongue when he wetted his lips. “Get the lube if you want me so bad.”

The look Sirius gave him at that promised it would be the last order he gave tonight. I should be worried about that. He wasn’t.

Their clothes came off in a mess of hands and openmouthed kisses, calming only when a slick finger circled Remus’ entrance and made him bury a noise he just couldn’t swallow into the side of Sirius’ neck. He rocked back into it and Sirius gave him what he wanted, one knuckle then two, his free hand scratching lightly over the curve of Remus’ back. A second finger pressed in alongside the first and a punched-out sound escaped him—his brows pitched and he scrabbled for a hold on Sirius’ torso, wheezing a little when a third finger teased his rim before vanishing with the others.

The heel of Sirius’ hand pressed down the back of his thigh and Remus’ eyes nearly rolled at the release of tension. “Sit up,” Sirius murmured with a squeeze to the thick part of his hamstring. His accent was already thicker than honey and just as sweet. “Up, Re.”

A life spent in the dark, warm haven of Sirius’ shoulder didn’t sound too bad, actually. He was smooth and pleasantly soft with relaxation under Remus’ palms, plenty there to knead while he rocked against Sirius’ lower belly to take the edge off. The coarse hair leading along Remus’ favorite path rubbed against his hip and he nuzzled into Sirius’ jaw with a contented hum.

The faint sunlight outside made him grimace when Sirius pulled him up with a firm hand tangled in the back of his hair. "Up," he repeated.

Remus grinned. “Never knew you had a khaki fetish.”

Sirius released his hair and planted Remus firmly in his lap instead. He couldn’t lie—knowing Sirius could lift and maneuver him by his hips alone was kind of hot. “Up. Sit. Please.”

“Woof.”

“Come o--huhn," Sirius gritted his teeth as Remus settled Sirius’ cock rested in his cleft, perfectly placed for a few slow rolls. "Remus."

“I want you so bad,” he muttered. He snatched the lube off the sheets with a trembling hand and reached back blindly to pour some over Sirius’ cock despite the urge to just get up and sit. But he had experience on his side and in the space of one breath and the next, he was sinking down to their tandem exhales. The stretch made his neck heat. The pleasure made him ache. “God, Sirius, just like that.”

Callused hands fumbled at his wrists for a moment. “Give.”

“Huh?”

“Give, wanna hold you up,” Sirius said as he laced their fingers together with a tight squeeze. His cheeks were flushed with desire when Remus looked down again. “Wanna see you work for it.”

Remus rose up on his knees and felt the leverage from Sirius’ hands give him a boost—the next rock down carried more force and they both moaned, raven-black hair spilling over the pillow in messy curls as Sirius tossed his head. He was so fucking gorgeous Remus couldn’t even handle it.

“Want to watch—merde," Sirius hissed, meeting Remus’ faster pace thrust for thrust. “Want to watch you work for it, your legs kill me at practice.”

“Now you know how I felt,” Remus laughed breathlessly. The slap of their skin and Sirius’ choked noises sent lust through every nerve. He was the one making Sirius feel that good and he was the one who would be sore for it later and he got to see that pretty face screw up in pleasure so clear it belonged in a magazine centerfold.

No, came the sudden thought. No, no, that's mine, you don't get to have it. Remus was selfish with so little but that was one thing he would hoard like treasure. He slammed his hips down harder and stayed there in steady grinds, savoring the shout that echoed in his ears next to the fizz of pure pleasure as the head of Sirius’ cock brushed his prostate. Stuffed full and happy, the center of attention under Sirius’ dark gaze—Remus bit his lip and repeated the motion until his vision went fuzzy. When he swayed forward, Sirius pushed him back with the grip on his hands.

“Keep going.”

“Gotta give me one back so I can come—”

“You’ll come like this.”

Remus exhaled but didn’t break pace, even though his muscles had started to burn and his head was getting foggier with the constant pressure of Sirius’ cock inside him. “Tired—”

“No, you’re not, I know how hard you work.”

His whine of protest would have made him blush in another world, a world where he wasn’t close but not there because his bossy boyfriend wouldn’t give him his hands back. Not that he was 100% positive he could hold himself up without the help, but it would have been nice of Sirius to let him try.

“Don’t slow down,” Sirius warned.

“I told you, I’m tired!” Remus could feel his thighs trembling on every push up, like he had done a full round of squats instead of bouncing in his captain’s lap.

Sirius let out a harsh breath through his nose and finally—thank fuck—let Remus free, only to wrap his hands around his hips and pull him down the last few inches. Remus’ gasp caught in his throat and became a garbled mess halfway out. He grabbed Sirius’ wrists, not for restraint anymore, just for something to hold as Sirius brought him back to the rapid pace they had set at the start.

“Don’t try to touch yourself.”

Remus shook his head vehemently. As if he would risk losing the riot rushing through his entire body. “Won’t, I won’t, oh god.”

“You’re so fucking strong now,” Sirius groaned, his thumbs digging in as he yanked Remus closer and snapped his hips up to meet him. Remus watched, openmouthed, as precome dripped onto Sirius’ belly and smudged over the tense muscles there.

“This is not what I thought would happen in those khakis,” he mumbled.

“You underestimate—” A sharp thrust made Remus cry out. “—how much I like your muscles.”

“Jesus, Sirius, please let me come—”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Remus whimpered as the feeling built and gave up on trying to match Sirius’ movements, giving over the reins. Sweat dripped down his temple and cooled on his chest above his racing heart. Every muscle below his waist shook with exhaustion and pleasure, leaving him with only his arms to brace against the sheets on either side while Sirius put him just where he wanted him. There was relief in that. No decisions. No expectations. He could wash his hands of the power and let Sirius get him where they needed to go.

Never in a million years had he hoped for someone who would share like that, yet here he was, so full he could hardly handle it and loving every second. Remus twisted the wrinkled cotton topsheet until his knuckles hurt and folded like a cheap card table, watching come stripe Sirius’ chest from a thousand lightyears away.

Sirius made a sweet, broken sound and tensed; his hands flexed, then relaxed, leaving him to shudder through the aftershocks while Remus rocked gently back and forth to eke out every last drop of the dopamine flooding his system.

When he tipped forward this time, there was nobody to catch him—they collided with a dull oof and a tired laugh, shuffling around in a mess of limbs. Sirius pushed into his hand when he combed it through sweaty curls, smiling softly. “So pretty,” Remus said, stretching until his ankles popped. “Hmm. So bossy.”

“You love when I’m bossy,” Sirius said through a smile as he rolled him onto his back for a deep kiss.

“Sure do, babycakes.”

“Fuck’s a babycake?”

“You. You’re my baby,” Remus explained, nudging their noses together as he snuck around to grab a handful of Sirius’ ass. “And you’ve got cake.”

Sirius snorted, then turned into the pillow to hide his laughter while he wrangled Remus into a crushing hug that left him in ideal range for lazy kisses to the edge of Sirius’ blush. Two drawers of clothing remained in the closet; Remus gave them just enough thought to remember they existed, but then Sirius was nosing along his cheek to capture his lips and he really didn’t care about pants, actually. He cared about the stretch of warm muscles and the hand cradling his face, the faint tremor in his legs and the man who gave him all of it. That was where his thoughts began and ended. Remus was quite alright with that.

Indecent, indeed.

[rizzulusarcturizz]

some dorcas and reg friendship head canons? I recently have been scrolling and seen the other head canons u have for people and they’re all soooooo good

Thank you; I’m so glad you’re enjoying them!!!

-I think Dorcas doesn’t really know Regulus until her third year when he shows up to try out for the seeker position and absolutely SMOKES the competition. He’s this tiny lil twelve year old with the most focused and determined expression who proceeds to beat out students twice his size. Dorcas just looks at this smug lil fuck and is like “yeah we’re going to be friends”

-Regulus is surprised when Dorcas starts trying to get to know him, he’s quiet and tends to keep to himself, but he’s secretly excited because he (rightfully) thinks Dorcas is EXTREMELY cool. He’s in awe of how effortlessly confident and comfortable in her own skin she is because he works hard to come across as that kind of person. She intimidates him a little because she’s a great quidditch player, well liked, confident, and intelligent; Dorcas is exactly who he wants to be.

-Once Regulus starts getting comfortable enough to show Dorcas his dry and snarky sense of humor she does everything she can to get him to keep going. They have the exact same sense of humor and play off each others comments soooo well. They’re both super sarcastic and have the most INSANE roasts they’re ruthless.

-Dorcas is an only child but Regulus is exactly how she pictured a younger sibling being. Dorcas reminds Regulus of Sirius in a lot of ways and when she leans in to the protective older sibling role it’s makes him want to cry. Marlene was actually nervous to be introduced to Regulus because he’s more so family than her own parents.

-Regulus comes out to Dorcas as gay before anyone else; learning she was also attracted to the same sex made him feel less alone. Dorcas had already figured out Regulus was gay but she acted like she had no idea and thanked him for trusting her. She’s so supportive and tells him that he’s not broken for being gay. She tries so hard to help Regulus unlearn a lot of internalized homophobia.

-Dorcas was inconsolable when Regulus died; Marlene tried to remind her that he was “just another Death Eater” which does not have the desired effect. She yells that Marlene didn’t know Regulus like she did; that NONE of them knew Regulus like she did. She carries a lot of guilt, especially when she learns Regulus died defecting, because she knows he wanted out. She turns a lot of that grief and guilt in to anger at James and Sirius for also not saving him. It’s not fair and deep down she knows that but grief isn’t rational.

[treehousesinfrance]

Love Leaves Traces: Chapter 11 (Wolfstar)

“... and that’s me. Brightest star in the sky”

“Fucking of course you are”

“Hey! Don’t be jealous because you don’t have a star. You have the whole moon”

“I don’t have the moon”

“Yeah, ya do. You’re Moony. Moony moon moon wolf boy.”

“Fuck off”

“Shan’t.” At that, Sirius planted a wet smacking kiss on Remus’ cheek. Remus pushed him away, but Sirius took him right along with him until they were rolling in the grass, effectively ruining their clothes. There must have been something magical about the night air. Everything was sharper, more in focus. Sirius felt alive. Remus’ eyes were brighter too. Even this far from a full, he could see him perfectly. It was glorious. 

There was a curious look in Remus’ eyes as he pulled them up so they were sitting, knee to knee. 

“Sirius. You know how you’re my best friend and all?”

“I was under the impression we were a little more than that”, Sirius bumped his knee playfully and Remus smiled, a little forced, wiping his hands down his front. They were shaking.

“Hey”, Sirius leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, “What is it, darling?”

He sucked in a little breathe, looking anywhere but at Sirius. “Well… There’s um–”, he closed his eyes, “There’s something you don’t know. About me.”

He still had his eyes closed, and oh, didn’t that just break Sirius’ heart. To think that after everything, there was something that could change the way he felt about him. His love, like his friendship before it, wasn't conditional. He reached out to squeeze his hand, waiting.

He pried his eyes open, looking down at their hands, and then at Sirius. 

“Well, you know I’m a werewolf.”

Okay, so this wasn’t going in the direction he had expected. Sirius wasn’t entirely sure what to do. The whole emotional conversation thing wasn’t his strong suit. There was usually more crying at least, wasn’t there?

“Yes, Moons. I do”, he said, giving his hand another squeeze.

“Well. I– er… Magical wounds don’t heal the same as non-magical wounds.” 

Was that supposed to mean something?

“They scarre.”

“Remus, I’m not following.”

He let out a frustrated grunt. “They scar, Sirius. I have. Scars. Every full moon I turn into a monster and I tear myself to shreds and I have scars all over. I hide them, but they’ll always be there. Under my clothes is proof that I’m an animal. And I know I’m not all that much to look at—”

“Well that’s just not fucking true–”

“--- but you always tell me how beautiful I am, but you’ve never seen me before, Sirius. Not fully, and I’m scared you’re gonna see me one day and be disgusted, which would be well within your right because it is truly awful and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but if you decide you don’t want to be with someone mutilated then I completely understand—”

“Baby”

How can someone be so smart and so, so stupid.

He looked a little gobsmacked.

“Baby?”

He gave him a quick kiss on the lips, a little reassurance just in case he decided to start talking again.

“Yes. Baby. It’s a thing I’m trying out.”

“I like it.”

“Baby. Baby baby baby. There’s nothing conditional about the way I feel about you. 

I don’t care that you have scars. I mean obviously it’s horrible you had to go through what you did to get them, but they don’t change who you are. You’re still this perfect, nerdy little sweet motherfucker and you’re still, and I mean this in the most objectifying way, so fucking hot, so don’t go spouting rubbish ‘I’m not much to look at’ about my boyfriend. I mean that’s just uncalled for and I won’t stand for it - I’m getting sidetracked, just-

“Sirius, you don’t have to-”

“-Just listen, okay? You have this idea in your head that you’re not good enough, that your friends are going to up and leave you at any moment, but sometimes when I wake up,

I have to convince myself I haven’t made you up. That you’re real and you’re mine, because it doesn’t make sense that I get to be so goddamn lucky not only to be your friend, but to date you. Me? I mean, how the actual fuck did I manage that?

“You are very clever Remus Lupin and I love the way your brain works, but you need to unlearn this one thing, because I am not going anywhere as long as I can help it.”

Remus was crying. Shit, he’d said the wrong thing. He sputtered for a moment, trying to come up with a way to fix this, but he couldn’t. Because he was being kissed, quite passionately. Remus’ hands were in his hair and up his back and on his face and maybe Sirius hadn’t said the wrong thing after all.

“You’ll still have me?”

He really wasn’t getting it. 

“I would be a fucking idiot to let you go”

He felt like a hypocrite, reassuring Remus about his scars, when he was still so ashamed of his own. This would be a good time to tell him. Then they’d have no more secrets. All out in the open. 

“I have them too”

Oh, fuck he said it.

Remus looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Scars. I have them too.”

“How?”, is all he said. The one question Sirius couldn’t answer, so he shook his head, and somehow Remus understood. He nestled his head into Sirius’ neck and placed a kiss there. 

That was another thing about Remus. He knew Sirius so well. He knew when to talk things out, when to push, but he also knew when to let it go. To let Sirius talk to him in his own time and Sirius was so so grateful. 

He’d told Remus half the story. That was enough for now. 

“Thank you for telling me.”

He squeezed his hand, and they lay in comfortable silence, listening to the crickets chirping, and watching the clouds glide over the night sky.

“So Remus?”

“Sirius?”

“Well since James is off with Lily and Pete’ll be with Bea, do you wanna maybe go to Hogsmeade this weekend. With me?”

“Wow. I just love being asked out as a last option. It makes me feel so special and loved.” “Piss off. It’s just, we won’t even need an excuse to spend the day together. They won’t notice anything’s different, and I can buy you sweets and we can visit the bookstore and the Three Broomsticks-”

“So just like every time we went to Hogsmeade when we weren't dating”

“Not quite. Because we’re not not dating now. So if it starts snowing, and I get the urge to kiss you, I can actually do it!”

“Only if it’s snowing?”

“Well, my wanting to kiss you isn’t entirely dependent on the weather, but your cheeks go pink when it’s cold and it really tests my self restraint.”

“It’s cold now.”

“I’m fucking well aware”

So they went to Hogsmeade together, and when Sirius paid for Remus’ sweets, Remus made a joke about how they could put the chocolate to use that made his mouth go dry. Then there was butterbeer and books, and brushing hands and Remus told him about home and spun him around in the snow. 

They stole away to kiss in quiet alleys and if McGonnigal saw them holding hands outside Scrivenshafts and pretended not to notice, that was neither here nor there, because they were having a perfect day and they’d made the very brave decision to tell their friends about them and it was all very terrifying and exciting and Sirius might be sick, but Remus was there so maybe he’d be okay instead. 

In one hand, he was clinging to a bookmark, complimentary from Tomes and Scrolls where Remus had written we got this, baby in his clunky handwriting, and in the other their sweets and some colour changing pastels for Peter who was going to lose his shit because they were admittedly very very cool. 

Their friends strode down the hill, flushed and beaming and suddenly Sirius felt that he very much did not got this, baby. His friendship with the Marauders was one of the only things keeping him going. He couldn’t lose them. Not like this. 

A comforting squeeze of his wrist by Moony (wasn’t he just so wonderful) and some deep breaths later, he was feeling slightly more composed.

That was, until a snowball thwacked James over the head. 

“Ow, what the fuck?”

He glared daggers at Sirius, who rushed to throw his hands up in surrender.

“Wasn’t me Pr– ow! What the? Reg?!”

It was a coordinated attack. They were surrounded by Slytherins. No viable exits. Snowballs were everywhere. It was chaos!

Sirius scooped up snow and threw it with a modified Wingardium Leviosa he and Regulus had come up with as kids. It was powerful, and never missed its target.

“Ha!”

A grumbling and soggy Regulus flung one right back, and as the Gryffindors (and honorary Ravenclaw, cheers Bea) collected themselves, war broke out. Their friends were going for the muggle technique of chucking them as hard as they could, Lily with surprisingly good aim. Only Sirius and Regulus had their wands out, sending more snowballs than their respective teams combined.

“Expelliarmus”

“Fuck!” Cheating bastard.

Suddenly wandless, Sirius began throwing the snowballs with his hands. They were getting completely throttled. Snowball after snowball was hitting him over the head. Remus had given up on attacking, just using his arms as a shield and laughing at everyone. His cheeks were pink. It was distracting. 

“Tu es si jolie mon amour”

Peter, Merlin bless Peter, chucked his wand over for Sirius to use. He scrambled to pick it up and threw over a snowball to the Slytherins. Well, ‘threw’ was a bit of a stretch. It levitated for a few seconds and flopped pathetically a few metres short of its target. Remus let out a rather undignified snort.

He really should have seen that coming, honestly. It wasn’t his wand, so his magic wasn’t going to flow as easily through it. His magical signature was completely different to Peter’s. It needed a lot more oomf. For his next throw, he put all his magic behind it and… bullseye. Hit Rosier square. 

With Sirius back in the game, it was a much more fair fight. Groups of students were gathering to watch with excited murmurs. Determined to put on a show, Sirius let several snowballs fly at once.

“Whoa, Pads. Can you teach me that?”

A quick lesson to Peter, and he was away, always handy with charms, but Sirius didn’t have a wand again. 

Ow. He couldn’t even cast a bloody Protego.

Moony. Moony had a wand.

“Hey Moons? My darling, lovely lovely–”

“Just take it”

He was whacked with a snowball from behind. Barty Crouch was smirking behind some bushes. 

Sirius knew what to do this time. With Remus’ wand, unfamiliar in his hand, he gathered all his magic and cast. The charm worked perfectly. Shooting through the air with unimaginable speed and hitting Barty dead on.

It connected with a sickening crunch. It reverberated in the air and oh, Crouch horizontal in the snow. Still.

It was red with blood. The snow was red. So much blood. Crouch wasn’t breathing, and yet all Sirius could think about at that moment was how the spell could have worked so well, when he hadn’t even used his own wand. He looked down at his own hands, and he could swear they were red. 

“I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to. I’m so-”

French:

You are so pretty, my love.

[lemme-just-oops]

hi! I hope you're having a nice day. requesting the Arcana Twilight boys reacting to an MC who has high grades or is a valedictorian in Mid Eartheim! whenever you have the time ofc<3

Alpheratz: As astounding as your grades are, so are his. Though he grew up in this world and his bloodline made sure he knew everything before even being chosen. But unlike him, you want to learn and accomplish this, so he helps you understand a topic, if you ask. Though he is a bad teacher.

Arcturus: Does everyone from Mid-Eartheim adapt this quickly? He is in awe of you. You barely even need help studying, because your mind is a constantly turning wheel. He offered to give you rewards for when you get a higher grade than him. Any price up to your percentage. 100% = 100$ in this case, spoil yourself. He will not go back on his words.

Pollux: Why are you so talented? The more he learns, the less he understands. Because he gets so anxious about failing despite the effort, that it has a negative effect. But you? You ace this with such ease. Some of the lessons should be unfamiliar to you, but you always take your notes and since your arrival, you outshined everyone. He is so jealous, but asks you for advice quite a lot.

Sirius: Look at you, goldstar. Trying to proof yourself in a world you may not have a future in. You are the kind of person who shines under pressure, are you not? Do you feel like you have no purpose if you don't excel? His teasings will follow you in a way that may be subtle praise. If you ever talk about his grades, he will say "They are average, with a big A." If that means he is also a good student ot a great one needs investigation.

Spica: Seems as though the both of you compete for the highest position. He has been the one doing speeches for an eternity now and he does admit to feeling threatened by you, that you might take thid podition from him. Your efforts are highly praised by him nonetheless and he recognizes your effort. He will ask how you manage to remember such foreign ways of learning.

Vega: He probably was the one to teach you basics. The things you usually learn in the elementary school, but just for this world. And you just worked through it with such ease, he considers if you originally were born in this world and somehow just ended up in Mid Eartheim, and now the universe just claimed you back. He sometimes will ask you questions you should not be able to answer, just to see, but you can conclude the answer based of the things you learnt already. This frightens and excites him.

[cassiaallen]

Part 4/6 of my Marauders Era headcanons, this time it’s James Potter.

As per usual, my inspirations were @halfblood-princes-crown, @moonlightdancer26, @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta, and some other hcs I’ve seen in my long time on the internet.

Enjoy!

The Marauders's Journey - James

Full name: James Fleamont Potter

DOB: 27.03.1960

Born in: Godric's Hollow

Parents: Euphemia Potter (née Lloyd) & Fleamont Potter

House: Gryffindor

At Hogwarts: 1971-1978

-was an only child and the product of many difficult years conceiving

-as such, his parents dote on him a lot and spoil him to an absurd degree

-despite this, they teach him to share his fortune (with his friends)

-he is constantly told how great he is (because his parents waited so long to have him) and has the best of everything

-therefore he has a massive ego, but also a good heart (EGO/GH 80/20)

-he is told about other Wizarding families, such as the Blacks and that they are all from Slytherin

-he is generally taught that Slytherin is "bad" and Gryffindor is "good"

-he was excited to go to Hogwarts

-he meets Sirius and likes him instantly, despite his last name

-when he notices Sev + Lily, he looks at Sev with disdain (he likes Slytherin and looks like he’s from the poorest and ugliest of backgrounds/poor + ugly = awful/mean/evil)

-because Sev likes something he so despises, he trips him (wants to make him uncomfortable)

-Lily is just an average girl who is friends with Sev

-he is delighted to be Sorted into Gryffindor and that his new friend Sirius is with him

-he meets the other Gryffindor boys from their year, Remus John Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, in the dormitory later that day ("they seem nice")

-he is mainly with Sirius and realises he has the same "prankster" streak as him

-at first, J&S are just dorm mates with PR

-during their first month at school, J&S pull an epic prank (the pre-stage to bullying Sev) and P spontaneously covers for them (he wants to be included)

-J&S realise that P idolises them, so he is included

-R helps them with school work, which leads to them becoming "friends"

-James sees Sirius as his true friend and brother; Remus as a good friend who is nice; Peter as someone who strokes his ego (he makes him feel important)

-Remus’s frequent disappearances pique the curiosity of J&S

-Peter is able to put together that R is a werewolf as he knows someone else who is, but keeps it to himself

-in first year, the pranks are fairly harmless (physically) for Sev

-J loved his reaction to the first ever prank they played on him and his internalised classicism and feeling of superiority (being a well-groomed rich pureblood in Gryffindor) led to him choosing Sev as his most frequent victim (he represents everything J hates)

-J&S are able to put together that R is a werewolf

-when J realises this, he feels both bad for R and wants to support him, but part of this is to make himself look good ("look at me, I’m helping this poor outcast, aren’t I such a good person")

-they figure out the Animagi part to help R

-in the meantime, their bullying of Sev increases from year 3 (it becomes physically violent)

-J's favourite subject is Transfiguration and DADA and he’s generally a very good student

-tried out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his second year, but didn’t make it

-he finally joins the team in his third year

-his Quidditch success contributes to his ego

-from third year on, he starts hexing innocent students (that are not Sev) because he can and is too confident in his abilities

-he starts crushing on Lily in his fourth year and asks her out (she rejects him)

-he asks her out at least once a month

-in the beginning of year 5, they all become animagi (Peter, James, Sirius) and start creating the Marauder’s Map

-February 1976 S bullies Sev and when that does not have the desired effect - he ends up having detention during the full moon - S gets angry and if he wants them to stop bullying him, then he just has to go to the Whomping Willow, touch the knot, and follow the tunnel

-S tells J about it and at first J finds it funny, but then realises that A) the werewolf in question is Remus and B) if Sev finds out, he could tell other people and get the M in trouble; plus, he does not want Remus to become a murderer

-still, the thought of severely frightening Sev amuses J, so he waits in the tunnel a few meters away from the door to the shack

-Sev arrives and is angry-shocked to see J, they argue and while they do that, the door opens and Sev sees R transform

-J quickly locks the door and forcefully leaves with Sev

-they run into Dumbledore, he takes them to his office

-he praises J for "saving" Sev, while forcing Sev to keep quiet

-even when J leaves and Sev tells Dumbledore his side of the story, D forbids him from revealing Remus’s secret (emotional blackmail "imagine if this was your best friend" 🐺)

-J hears R + S argue about this once R recovers, but they continue their friendship

-May 1976 SWM (J did pull off Sev’s underpants, but then McG stepped in)

-halfway through the 1976 summer holidays, Sirius shows up at the Potters's house and is accepted as one of their own

-this increases J&S's hatred of Slytherin and everything they associate with it, so their bullying of Sev increases

-he slowly stops hexing most other students though

-he thinks now that Lily is alone/away from Sev, she will pay more attention to him (and she kinda does, but not much)

-given the fact that D sees J stopped most of his bullying, he made him head boy

-Lily was super annoyed with this, but accepts it

-J continues to bully Sev (mostly with S), albeit less so, but hides it from Lily as he feels they have a realistic chance now (J initially bullied Sev just because he represented everything J despised, now it’s also because he’s used to it)

-she finally agrees to go on a date with J on V Day

-they officially become a couple on 31.03.1978

-Lily falls in love with J because A) she focuses only on his few good traits and ignores the rest and B) J did mature a little and showed Lily more of his goodness

-after graduation, they send each other a lot of letters

-J invites Lily to his home to meet his parents

-E&F like Lily a lot

-a few weeks later (towards the end of the year 1978) they give J his own apartment and Lily moves in with him

-the M + Lily join the OOTP

-J is still very much focused on his Gryffindor pride and bravery, so he kinda pushes P to join as well

-S has moved into his own house after graduation

-Jily become full-time Order members as they’re supported by J's money

-J proposes to Lily on their first anniversary with a ring that’s a family heirloom

-they get married at Potter Manor + the adjacent land on 31.08.1979

-[Jily Wedding]

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Mothers of the Moon

Chapter 5 - Globe

Masterpost

“Never, in the history of Hogwarts- no, forget that, the whole bloody globe, have there been a group of boys as frustrating as you lot.” Minerva watched as the marauders, including her fucking son, stood there unashamed at the sheer number of pranks they had pulled that week. It seemed like they were going for a new record, or something. She wasn’t sure how effective detentions would be, but there wasn’t much else she could do. Minerva definitely didn’t want to send a letter home to parents, not after what she’d heard about Sirius. The same went for suspension, and they didn’t even seem to care about going into the forest. So, she took points and dished out detentions. She paired Remus and James, and Peter and Sirius, knowing better than to pair dumb and dumber, her favourite name for James and Sirius, together.

That’s why she wasn’t surprised when James walked up to her expectantly.

“No, you cannot work with Mr Black.”

“Oh, uh, actually, I was going to ask if I could work with Peter?” Shock rippled through her for a moment, although she tried to appear composed. James and Sirius complained when they were sat a few tables apart, and he wasn’t asking to work with him?

“Is everything okay?” She asked the question before she could stop herself, and James flashed her a grin.

“Aw, are you worried about me Minnie?”

“Professor.” She corrected, trying, and probably failing, to hide an amused smile.

“Really, I’m fine. Just want to chat to Pete.”

She really couldn’t see a problem with it, so she agreed. James turned with a satisfied nod, shouting across the room.

“Pete, you’re with me! You two are doing the trophies now.”

“Wait, why?”

“Because Wormy and I hate doing the trophies, don’t we?” He stared at Peter pointedly, only adding to Minerva’s confusion. They had to be planning something, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out what. She silently decided to keep an eye on them, just to be sure.

Sirius was freaking the fuck out.

Okay, that was probably a little dramatic, but James had really just shoved Sirius and Remus into a pair and left. No, he was fine. Really, 100%, absolutely fine. His heart was normal, his breathing was steady, and his face was definitely not red in the slightest. Remus smiled at him, and his knees were strong, definitely not about to collapse in on him, and his mind was not wondering what it would be like to snog the smile right off his face.

God, what was he doing, having these fucking thoughts in front of Remus’ mother? He walked into the trophy room without a second glance, trying to get away from Minnie, so he could pine in peace. He could hear Remus following him, and wanted to murder James. He knew full well how much James liked doing the trophies, because it was ‘the least boring thing to spend his fucking evenings doing’, and he also knew full well that James knew every detail, embarrassingly so, about Sirius’ hopeless crush on his best friend.

What was he meant to do when Remus kept giving him that shy fucking smile?

They worked in comfortable silence for a while, until Sirius turned to glance at Remus and promptly tripped over a chair, dropping the trophy he was holding, which hit his hand as it fell, because of fucking course it did. The only person he couldn’t be smooth around was Remus, who was… laughing his arse off. Sirius shook his hand, inhaling sharply and glancing at the mark on his hand from the trophy. Remus glanced at him for a moment, suddenly concerned.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just hit my hand on the trophy.”

“Let me see.” Remus crossed the room without a moment’s hesitation, grabbing Sirius’ hand and pretending to examine his fingers. Sirius tried to ignore the fact that he was pretty sure he had stopped breathing, gone rigid. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Sirius’ head snapped up from where he had been staring intently at his and Remus’ hand.

“Your fingers are beyond repair, I reckon they’re going to fall off.”

“Hey!” He slapped Remus’ arm, eyes meeting Remus’. He could almost feel the atmosphere change, as his eyes involuntarily flicking to Remus’ lips. They both started to lean in, Remus’ hand reaching up and tucking a hair behind Sirius’ ear as he did.

Until the fucking door opened.

Sirius cursed every single god he could think of that they had been interrupted, the two of them taking a swift step away from one another, Sirius grabbing the trophy which was, thankfully, intact. McGonnagal watched the two of them carefully, eyes narrowed, like they were planning something. Sirius immediately backtracked, praying to every single god he could think of that she couldn’t hear the very… unholy thoughts he was having about her son. Thankfully, she couldn’t, as she checked on them quickly and left. They stood in silence for a moment, a slightly awkward atmosphere taking over between them. Sirius cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to calm the pounding of his heart as he fixed his eyes on the trophy and started aggressively shining it.

They finished working in silence.

@ascoordinatedastonks thanks so much for your kind words about this fic!

[lynxindisguise]

shorn and scarred and yours - chapter seven

POV Switch!!! Read it here.

Sirius is stood before the mirror when Remus comes stomping into their dorm room. Startled, he nearly pokes himself in the eye with his eyeliner pencil. Remus ignores him and his gorgeously lined eyes and flops down on the bed.

“… Everything okay?” Sirius asks tentatively.

“I hate everyone,” he mumbles into his pillow.

“Even me?”

Remus lifts his head to find the very eyes he was hoping to avoid peering down at him. He hates the way his stupidly glossy hair is getting longer and floppier, and how he keeps pushing it back out of his face. He hates how his rolled-up sleeves hug his lean biceps and expose those sexy, tattooed forearms. He hates the slight pout to those full lips.

Mostly, he hates the way Sirius looks at him like he’s someone worth looking at.

“Especially you,” he says as wryly as he can, thinly masking the unbearable fondness beneath.

Sirius grins, and fuck if he doesn’t hate that too. “Shall we conduct today’s tutoring session in the Prefect’s bathroom?”

Remus smiles in spite of himself. He really should focus on not failing his classes. He really should do literally anything but get high with Sirius. One of these days, maybe he’ll finally start giving a fuck about what he should and shouldn’t do. Today is definitely not that day.

An hour later, when they’re in stitches over the concept of baby Dementors, and Remus jokingly casts a Patronus, a corporeal one, a silvery wolf that proves the universe loves nothing more than to fuck with him, he’s vaguely aware of the fact that mistakes have been made.

Sirius’s eyes widen, emphasizing his dilated pupils. “Whoa.”

“Yeah.” He exhales, blowing smoke straight at the Patronus, hoping that will make it dissipate. Instead, it shakes off the smoke like it’s water and continues bounding around the room.

“I can’t do that,” Sirius murmurs, expression frozen in awe.

“What?”

“I’ve never managed more than a tiny blip of light.”

It wouldn’t be all that surprising if it was literally anyone else. Patronuses are the sort of niche magic Remus has always had a knack for despite his struggles with far more basic spells. Most wizards are the opposite, and many highly competent wizards struggle with this particular spell. But Sirius is not most wizards. Sirius is flawless technique paired with creative flair, innate talent paired with forceful determination. Remus finds it difficult to believe there’s anything he can’t do.

And then he considers why Sirius can’t cast a Patronus, what it is that Patronuses require, and he relights the joint with a much stronger flame than necessary. He stares at Sirius, beautiful Sirius, whose cloud grey eyes are following his the path of his Patronus with childlike wonder, and he wants to fill him to the brim with happy memories. Selfishly, he wants to be those happy memories.

“So magical,” Sirius sighs, leaning back against the stained glass window.

Remus chuckles. “Maybe I should be tutoring you.”

Sirius nods thoughtfully. “Maybe you should.” His eyes flick up, clamping onto Remus’s, effectively restricting his airway as they do. “Remus?”

He struggles to find his voice. “Y-yes?”

“What do you think mine would be?”

His brain, hopelessly impaired in more ways than one, cannot even begin to make sense of the question. “Huh?”

“My Patronus. Or just… in general…” Sirius tilts his head. “If you had to pick an animal for me, what would it be?”

He looks down at him, incredulous. “Is that not obvious?”

Sirius shakes his head and stares at him intently, adorably, as though he’s awaiting instruction. Remus laughs so hard he accidentally flings his joint across the room. Sirius fetches it for him, making him laugh even harder. Still not getting it, Sirius looks genuinely upset.

“Sirius.”

“Forget it.”

“Sirius,” he emphasises.

Somehow, he still doesn’t get it, hair falling in his face as he sulks. Without thinking, Remus sweeps it back for him, hand trailing down his temple and around his ear. Sirius looks up at him, lips parted. It would so be easy to kiss him, to cradle his jaw and just…

He draws back, riding out the wave of heat as it radiates from his chest and makes its way lower… It’s fine. This is fine. He’s just strung out. Peter was right; it’s been a while. I just need to get laid.

Sirius makes a choking noise. “Oh?”

His chest clenches with panic. “Fuck, did I say that out loud?”

[hpdabbles]

Student Involvement Club Founder

Harry Potter was everything and nothing like Sirius Black imagine he be when he first meets his godson. 

Yes, ten years have passed since he’s last seen the little copy of James, and he knew that while Harry was James’ son he wasn’t exactly James. There were bound to be some difference between them varying form different areas. For example, James was raised in magic and Harry was handed over to Muggles to start them off.

There was a large possibility Harry could be nothing like James.  He knew this. Was willing to accept it once he learns it was Harry that proved he was innocent. Apparently, his godson was the top student of his year and was quickly gotten the title prodigy. 

He was the one that discovered his friend’s rat was Peter Pettigrew, after casting a spell over the rodent in an effort to change colors and realizing something was off with his spell. 

The boy forced his magic to “set the rat to its original state”. (Accounts from eye witness even claim Harry was too confident guiding his magic for a boy his age)  Since the rat was very much alive, Sirius’ case was open and people realize he never had a trail.

He was released with the public aware he had nothing to do with the Potter’s death and slowly been getting help to re-enter the populace. He would become Harry’s legal guardian when he could prove he was mentally stable enough to do so. 

It took him a while, nearly a year, but he was finally allowed to be near Harry. He was ecstatic, having heard so much about the boy from others- like Remus who had been Harry’s teacher last year- and sending each other carefully crafted Owls but nothing beat seeing the boy face to face.

Yet, he wasn’t expecting the boy to be so very this.

Sirius sits awkwardly in the chairs before the reception desk watching the organized chaos as the office of the Student Involvement went about their business. He wanted to visit Harry, especially since the boy was brilliant enough to ask Bill Weasley to return to Hogwarts with a crew of Curse Breakers to finally get the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

His boyfriend- that still makes him giggly to think about- could stay as the Professor as his students all adore him. Remus spent days in a daze, amazed that the general populace of the kids didn’t mind his werewolf status.

Apparently, this was due to Harry again. The boy had been campaigning to have his classmates open their minds and with his influence and fame was able to get most of the youth behind him during his first year. 

Sirius couldn’t have been any prouder of his ward. So he had hoped into the Floo hoping to see the boy and invite him to dinner with Remus. (Also to finally tell the boy he was in a relationship since he’s been putting it off too long)

But Harry was booked in meetings and appointments until late evening. So Sirius had to sit in the small chairs feeling awkward to be gaping at the effective office the Student Invomelent Club create. 

Dennis Creevy had been kind enough to offer him coffee while he waited, handling the reception desk like the small boy was meant to be there. He had greeted him with a bright smile and an easy “Can I help you? Do you have an appointment with one of the division Heads?” the second he stepped through the door.

It was so weird. This kid’s like elven, he shouldn’t know how to properly greet customers! At least, not better than Sirius. 

“Hermione! Where’s the spreadsheet for the Margical and Muggle Art Exhibition?! I need the expense rates before Friday!”  Harry shouts over the sound of various Hogwarts students chatting and working over their own little desks. Students from all house, each with their own cubical covered in quills, files, and rolls of scrolls, lined behind Dennis’ small back.

Some of them glance up to the head desk where Harry sits but upon realizing the Boy-Who-Live wasn’t asking for their department return to what they were doing.

 A young fourth-year girl with big bushing hair sprung up from her desk, desperately grabbing sheets and running over to the young man that may as well be a muggle CEO.

Maybe he is. 

“Luna! I want the list of creatures for the self-study program yesterday! Headmaster needs the approval before midnight!” 

“Of course Harry”

“Colin, I thought I told you to have the Yearbook and Photography club meetings schedule set. These ones are overlapping and creating a time conflict. Fix it!”

“Yes Harry, right away!”

“Ron-”

“I know Harry! I’m on it! Muggle Movie Night will be on schedule I swear.”

The boy was snapping orders but not unkindly, and it was obvious the children loved to work for him, yet Sirius couldn’t help but notice how adult-like Harry is. His mannerism never seems to fit his physical age. Somedays he wondered...

“He’s just stress,” Dennis tells him, appearing at his side silent as a grave and making the adult jump. The boy is holding a tray with a steaming cup and smiles when grey eyes lock on it.  “Harry’s in charge of all the Student Involvement Club so he has to write and approve the reports. Some of the department heads slack off so now everyone a bit rushed.”

Taking the cup, Sirius twirls it in his hands.  “What departments are there?”

“Oh, what isn’t” The muggleborn laughs.  His eyes turn a bit starstruck as he leans into stage whisper.  “Harry tried to have anything the students may be interested in approved and organize into clubs for us to enjoy. Sports, Studies, Hobbies; if you can name it, Harry will work for you to be able to enjoy it here. He got permission to have Muggle Movie Nights. With Popcorn and everything. We watched Aladdin last month!”

Sirius has no idea what Aladdin is but he nods like he does. Anything to get this kid out of his face.  He was leaning too darn close.

“ Harry even got the Headmaster to sign for a GSA.” The boy says smiling so wide his face may split. He shows off his rainbow Alley badge with a proud puff of his chest. But upon seeing Sirius’ face he explains.  “Gay-straight alliance. It’s a muggle name. The wizarding world is accepting but it’s nice to have a place to go in complete support you know? My brother even found a boyfriend! ”

Yes. Remus had been over the moon- heh pun- about it. The GSA passed out information about bisexuality and it was refreshing well researched. His lover was always up for his sexuality to be spoken about with respect.

The receptionist snaps his fingers.  “Oh hold on, we just created scrolls that explain everything we offer.” 

Running over to his desk, Dennis ducks under Draco Malfoy’s newest statue the boy brought in. If you were ever to ask Sirius if he thought he see a Malfoy happily doing office work he laugh in your face a few years ago, but Harry had apparently been able to see the boys love of supplicating and convert the pureblood into a Department Head for the said subject/club.

Dennis returns handing Sirius the roll, with a smile, leaving just as quickly and the adults spend a good twenty minutes looking over all the programs and events Harry has started.

Each title had a description, follow with fees, dates and meeting times, materials needed and the contact information for the desired Department Head if the student wanted to join. Some Department Heads overlapped other subjects but all in all, everything was well organized and evenly distributed of labor. 

  If any other student ever leaves a bigger Hogwarts legacy after the young Potter they may have to rebuild the school.

“My godson is very impressive.” He mumbles.  “Oh James, you sire a business CEO.” 

“I prefer student activist,” Harry says as he walks over.  “Sounds better and less cold.”

Barking a laugh, Sirius stands to bring his fourteen-year-old- goodness he’s only fourteen!  How can he possibly have a better system then the Ministry set up at this age? - into a hug.  Like always Harry stiffens up but returns the hug, and it makes Sirus bite back swears at his muggle relatives. 

“How are you so impressive?” He asks instead, not wanting to embarrass Harry.

“It’s cause I’m actually a time traveler who used his future knowledge to set things right but got bored so now I help run clubs.” Harry is quick to say and like always it makes him roll his eyes.

It’s nice to know some of James was inherited after all.  (He never spots the honesty in the eyes of a boy who shouldn’t have such age in those green gems)

[curseofaphrodite]

Twilight and Full Moons Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: You accidentally find out that your friend/crush is a werewolf, but he keeps denying your claims. | masterlist

a/n: Please pretend Twilight series existed back then, thank you. 

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"C'mon, just let me know who you root for! Edward or Jacob?" Sirius asked, practically pleading.

You rolled your eyes for the fourth time in a row. "For someone who claims to hate Twilight, this conversation has certainly gone for too long."

"Of course we're not fans of it!" James popped in the conversation. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun. Now I like Jacob because he's annoying, and Sirius picked Edward because he wanna shine like a diamond too."

"So what's it going to be?" Sirius asked excitedly. "Vampire or werewolf?"

At the last word, Remus looked up from his book, suddenly interested in what you have to say.

"I pick..." you paused to create a dramatic effect, and watched the marauders grow impatient. "Absolutely no one."

"Aw, come on!" James whined.

"I'm sorry but werewolves and vampires are cringe," you shrugged.

"Say what?" Remus frowned, looking displeased. While they have been friends with you for about 6 months now, he still haven't told you about his furry little problem.

James, Sirius and Peter respected his decision to keep it a secret to themselves, but the real reason he didn't tell you was because he thought you'd see him differently once you knew.

"I actually like Dracula," you corrected. "But the rest of vampires only appear in god-awful cheesy stories. And don't get me started on werewolves."

Sirius exchanged a quick glance with Remus, who huffed and went back to his book. James wasn't the type to let drama go so he decided to prod you more.

"Why do you think werewolves are cringe?" he asked, smiling innocently.

"Not them, just their appearance on media," you shuddered. "If I wanted to see a love triangle between wolves calling themselves alpha, omega and shit, I'd rather open Wattpad. Which I don't, because like I said — cringe."

"Technically there aren't alphas and omegas in real-life werewolves," Lupin said grumpily.

“Suddenly you’re an expert on werewolves?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“You’re right, I’m not,” he finished the conversation and started reading again. 

✦✧✦✧

He was usually quiet but not to the marauders nor you. He even laughs when you flirt with him, not in a “that’s funny” way but more of a “okay yes I’m all blushing now, is that what you wanted, you little shit?” way.  

Long story short, you may not be best friends, but he certainly liked having you around, which was why you were surprised when he was cold to you over the next few days.

He wasn’t particularly ignoring you, but he had an annoyed expression on his face anytime you went near him.

You decided to confront him with the favorite weapon you had, which was flowers. 

How did you get them? That’s easy, you were the herbology professor’s assistant, and this wasn't the first time you stole plants from their office. After acquiring the lilies, you walked into the marauders’ room to see it was empty apart from Lupin.

“Hey Remus,” you said pleasantly, handing the flowers out to him. He was focused on writing something and didn't even look up.

You sighed and sat down on his bed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” his answer fell flat. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I wasn’t. I’m just busy.”

“Sure you were — hey what’s this?” You took a small figurine from his bedside window, looking at the beautiful artwork with awe.

“That’s fragile!” He said sharply, finally meeting your eyes. “Everything on this side of the room is my property, can you please put it down.”

“I’m on this side of the room,” you smirked. “Does that make me yours?”

He blinked. “You just flirted with me.”

“Moony, I’ve always flirted with you,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes.

“I thought those were jokes!”

You shrugged. “Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. You’ll never know if you suddenly decided to cut me off your life.”

“I wasn’t,” he turned the chair towards your direction, knotting his hands in front of him. 

“Really? Because the last real conversation we had were of werewolves, and you’ve been acting weird since — which would only happen if you’re secretly a diehard fan of Jacob or if you’re a werewolf yourself.”

He stiffened, then looked as if you caught him in the scene of a crime. 

Your mouth fell open.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “You’re a werewolf, aren't you? Holy fucking shit.”

“I’m not! That’s ridiculous,” he stood up, uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck.

“Is it really? Is it? The scars, the monthly sickness, it all makes sense now!”

“I think you need sleep,” he gestured towards the door. “And I need to work on my assignment too.”

“Remus I’m not going to tell anyone you're a werewolf,” you stood up. “You can trust me.”

“I do trust you, I do, but I’m just NOT a werewolf,” he lied, softly pushing you to the door.

“You can kick me out now but I will make you admit it! Soon!” You claimed boldly, but the door slammed in your face. 

Inside, Remus screamed into a pillow, calling himself an idiot every few seconds.

He trusted you, but he still didn’t want you to get involved. Things would be way different once you knew. You’d want to be an animagus too, maybe even accompany him on full moon like rest of his friends. He didn't want to be a burden or a safety hazard, not to you too.

If preventing this was by lying a fair few times, it would be completely worth it. 

Only if you were the kind to give up on hearing lies.

✦✧✦✧

Over the next week, your tries to get him to spill the truth was a noteworthy process, full of flaws and craziness, but noteworthy anyway.

“I brought you a silver ring!” You said innocently, and he raised an eyebrow. 

He put it on his finger and you scoffed when it did not burn his skin. 

Maybe I’ve been looking at the wrong websites, you thought and went to the library to start your real research on lycanthropy.

✦✧✦✧

“Hey Remmy, do you want to play Frisbee with me?”

“Werewolves aren't dogs,” he said, sounding offended.

“AHA, so you admit you’re a werewolf?”

“I admit I’m not dumb! Seriously? You thought I’d wag my invisible tail and say woof?”

“Maybe,” you replied, shrugging. He rolled his eyes and walked off. 

Sirius spotted you from opposite the path you were standing on, and started waving madly.

“IS THAT A FRISBEE? CAN WE PLAY? PLEASE, PLEASEE?” He yelled.

✦✧✦✧

“I made you bacon because I know you love meat!”

“I’ve never said that and I’m NOT a werewolf!”

✦✧✦✧

“Hey Dr. Jekyll, have you seen Mr. Hyde?”

“Not a werewolf, Y/N.”

✦✧✦✧

“What do you call a wolf who knows what going on? Awarewolf!”

“GO TO YOUR ROOM, IT’S 4 IN THE MORNING!” 

✦✧✦✧

You considered giving up, but you had one more strategy.

“So Remus,” you began once the Potions class was over, and he looked at you suspiciously.

“You’re sounding unnaturally happy,” he noted, taking his own books.

“Why, yes! So happy in fact that I want to ask you out on a date!”

He looked at you swiftly, his eyes squinting. “Why?”

“Could be fun,” you shrugged. “I was thinking we could go to Astronomy tower tonight and hang out.”

He groaned. “I see what you’re doing.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“I can’t,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Are you busy tonight?” You said smugly. “Because it’s full moon?”

“Or maybe I just don't like you,” he said sharply, then saw your crestfallen expression, realizing how rude he must have sounded.

You nodded curtly and walked away. His next words were almost desperate.

“I SAID MAYBE!” 

✦✧✦✧

It was your turn to avoid him now, mostly out of embarrassment. How else would you feel when you’re told that the person you were shamelessly flirting with from third year didn't like you?

You doubted whether he actually meant it, but it didn't matter. He did say it, whether he wanted to or not. Once words are spoken, who could take them back?

Without meaning to, your research for werewolves had stopped. The books about lycanthropy rested among your other long overdue library books. You positively avoided him and whenever someone said Remus was asking for you, you’d come up with an excuse and leave.

“Hey Y/N, can I borrow a quill?” James burst into the common room, where you were seated before the fire, working on your homework.

“What’s wrong with yours?”

“Sirius jinxed it and it’s now writing not-so-appropriate words anytime I use it! Give me a quill!”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, handing over the one you were writing with.

A sudden idea came into your head. Just because Remus won’t admit he’s a werewolf, doesn't mean his friends won’t... The trick was to catch James by surprise.

“And here,” you handed over your scarf. “I know it’s a full moon tonight and you have to help Remus, but it’s so fucking cold. You’ll get sick if you’re leaving the dormitory with only your invisibility clock.”

“Aw!” He wrapped it around his neck. “Thanks Y/N, that’s so sweet! Under any other circumstances I would have been suspicious of kind gestures from you — wait — when did Lupin tell you?”

“Actually,” you stood up with a victorious smile. “You just did.”

He looked as if you hit him with your shoe. 

“Fuck, no, no, DO NOT TELL HIM I TOLD YOU, I DIDN’T—”

“Yeah, too late for that,” Lupin’s voice said from behind and you turned to see him standing at the door. 

“Moony mate,” James started stuttering. “Y/N tricked me. You know I would have never said it intentionally—”

“No, it’s fine,” Remus interrupted, sounding tired. “It’s not like she would have stopped until she knew the truth.”

Then he looked at you apologetically. “That's why I came here actually. I’ve been a complete arse. I trust you, I always have. I just didn't want you to see me as something I have no control over.”

“I would never do that,” you said blankly. “You can be a werewolf, vampire or a part-time troll but to me you’ll always be the boy who yelled at me for misspelling absence.”

He smiled. “Good because I think you owe me a date.”

“If I say yes, would you finally play frisbee with me?”

“For the last time — I’M NOT A DOG!”

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Runaways | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Twin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Regulus refuses to lose yet another sibling after Sirius leaves.

Being a Hufflepuff Prefect with a mischievous older Gryffindor brother is a lot of work. Sirius is frequently getting into trouble, and Remus is no help. But honestly? Y/n isn’t either. If anything, she laughs at her brother and her friend's antics. Y/n is the only Black family member still in good shape with all her family. 

Sirius was overjoyed when Y/n was into Hufflepuff. His little sister following in his footsteps of no longer being a Slytherin. However, Y/n’s twin brother - Regulus - was sorted into Slytherin. She didn’t let that define their relationship. Y/n was close with her twin and the Marauders. Remus often bumped her shoulder in the halls making her smile. The werewolf often had that effect on her. So did James, and so did Peter. 

But no one made a giant smile appear on her face than Sirius and Regulus. 

“Oi! Little sis!” His voice, it was calm and bright, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. 

Y/n turned, “Hey Siri.”

Sirius’ arm went around her shoulders, “How’s your day been?”

“Good, yours?”

“Oh,” Sirius sighed, dreaming, making her chuckle, “It’s been perfect, dear sister.”

“What did you do now?” Y/n fake scolded, “Everything.” Sirius replied. 

A familiar raven-haired boy was making their way towards them, hoping and praying that they wouldn’t notice. His green tie and green robes. The prefect badge on the left side of his chest. The wavy black hair and the beautiful grey eyes. The 5’11 Slytherin walking towards his twin sister and older brother. The people he adored the most in the world but barely talked to within the castle walls. His plan ultimately failed. 

Regulus turned to walk by his two siblings only for Y/n to wrap an around his shoulder, “Reggie!”

“Y/n, Sirius.” Regulus greeted with the corners of his lips barely turning up, “How’s your day been?” Sirius asked, turning to look at his younger brother. 

“Good until two idiots came along.” He joked with a smile adorning his features. 

Y/n put her hand on her heart dramatically, “You wound me!”

Both brothers chuckled, and a Professor came to greet them in the middle of the hallway, seeing their beautiful smiling faces, “All three Black’s in one spot. How brilliant!” Slughorn commented as Sirius faked tipping his hat. 

The three Black siblings. The Black trio. One Gryffindor, one Slytherin, and one Hufflepuff. Oh, how Walburga adored them despite the way she treated them. It was never in her heart to treat them the way she does. Orion had such a soft spot for his twins. But alas, both parents knew that if they didn’t raise them correctly - or without abuse - they would only get hurt worse. Walburga knew that if she treated them the way she truly wanted to, they’d be split. 

But that never compared to the aching in her heart when she had to cast a spell on her children. The kids she was sworn to protect. Walburga never wanted this life, never wanted to marry Orion, hell, she never even wanted kids, but Merlin, her kids were great. Slughorn and McGonagall would send her letters of how wonderfully they’ve been doing in their studies, how Sirius made another cauldron explode, how Regulus caught the snitch and won the Quidditch Cup, how Y/n made prefect and was top of her class. 

It was beautiful, and for once, Walburga was happy. She hid all the letters from Orion. If Orion knew he’d made Walburga send a howler, and she didn’t want that. Godric how she hated the awful red colors the howlers came in. The awful shade of brilliant rose. It brought a grimace to her face just thinking about it. But like everything, the truth comes out, and Sirius eventually got a howler. 

Sirius let go of Y/n to begin Transfiguration while the two twins made their way to Herbology. Not before Sirius kissing the tops of their heads like he did when they were kids, “I love you guys!”

“Black, get in here!” McGonagall yelled, and both twins laughed, “We love you too!” They replied in unison. 

Regulus and Y/n laughed, their arms around each other's shoulders, “I never want him to leave.” Regulus admitted. 

“Me either.”

The day was uneventful. More learning, more foolishness, and more laughter. Professor Sprout couldn’t help but smile at the Black twins in her classroom. Regulus was always ice cold when not around his siblings. They made him shine even if he couldn’t find a reason to. It didn’t matter where they were. The Black trio always brought smiles with them. Whether it was Y/n and Sirius, the twins, or all three, their smiles, their laughs, their happiness was so contagious. Three children from an abusive home, coming together to make each other smile. How is it possible?

Y/n would be the answer. The glue to the Black family. The bond to keep her brothers from drifting apart. But that all changed in the summer of 1976.

It was dark and another day of yelling. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to leave. He wanted to go. It was bound to happen. He kept telling himself. But did that excuse leaving his siblings behind? Would he risk their safety for his own pleasure? Sirius didn’t have time to think about it. He packed his trunk and opened the window. One leg out and just about to get the other over until his door opened. 

His little sister, “Sirius?”

“Hey, sis…” Sirius hated how his voice shook and almost broke.

“What- Where are you going?”

He couldn’t help it; she needed to know the truth, “Away. Far away from here.”

Y/n crossed her arms slowly, “Without saying goodbye?”

“Goodbye?” Sirius replied with a nervous smile. 

She shook her head with a smile, walking toward his window. Sirius expected a smack, a lecture. But she didn’t do that. Y/n cupped both his cheeks and kissed his forehead like he did when she was hurt. Tears filled his grey eyes without permission as he stared at his younger sister's glossed eyes. Gently she ran her hand through his hair, moving it back. 

“I suppose you were never good at goodbyes.”

“Not really, no.” Sirius chuckled. 

Y/n smiled, “I know you aren’t happy here. You were never happy here.” Sirius interrupted before she could continue, “You could give Remus a run for his money.”

“Listen, Sirius, please.” She pleaded, and Sirius looked at her eyes; he’d miss them, “All I ask, is that you take care of yourself. Regulus and I, we’ll manage. But you should say goodbye to him too….”

“Go get him.”

It took minutes, but Regulus was eventually standing in front of his older brother, one leg out of the window and the other inside his bedroom. Y/n stood behind them, arms crossed with tears streaming down her cheeks silently. Regulus looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn’t. Sirius didn’t care anymore. Silver trails ran down his cheeks, especially when Regulus hugged his older brother with all his strength. 

“I'm going to miss you.”

Sirius sniffled, “I’ll miss you a hundred times more.”

“Impossible.” Y/n interjected, smiling. 

Regulus and Sirius pulled apart, Regulus now standing beside his twin, “I need you to know,” Sirius began, looking at Regulus, “James isn’t your replacement. He is nothing compared to you. You’re my brother, always.”

“And you,” He turned to Y/n after Regulus nodded, “You’re my baby sister, through and through. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean you can give me detention.” 

They chuckled, and possibly for the last time, “Always.”

“Forever.”

“Together.”

Sirius gave a watery smile and finished the jump out his window. Wordlessly Y/n shut it behind him. Regulus stood in front of the glass pane until Sirius was out of sight and gave a heavy sigh. Y/n was standing right beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I knew it was going to happen. I just wish it wasn’t so soon.” Regulus whispered, “I know.” Y/n agreed. 

Regulus took her hand, “Forever.”

“Together.” Y/n replied, squeezing his hand. 

So many they lost their always, but they still had each other. The next night at dinner was dreadful. Possibly the worst one yet, “Where is he!”

“I- I don’t know.” Y/n answered, cowering away, her hand rubbing her forearm.

Walburga looked at Regulus, and he shook his head, “Where is Sirius?”

“Gone.” Walburga replied to her husband, who gave a mere shrug at the answer, “Our heir is gone, Orion! What are we going to do now.”

“The reasonable thing, Y/n is next in line.”

Walburga scoffed, “Absolutely not.”

Regulus reached for his sister's hand after noticing the tears collecting in her eyes, “She is a disgrace! Just like Sirius!”

Orion put down the daily prophet, looking at his wife across the table, “What would you like me to do about it?”

“Regulus!” The boy stiffened, “You are our next heir.”

“No!” Y/n exclaimed, her rage taking over, “That isn’t how it works! I’m the next in line, disgrace or not. I'm older than Regulus.”

Walburga pulled out her wand, but Y/n didn’t flinch, “With that courage, you should be in Gryffindor.” The older woman seethed.

“You feel no remorse, do you?” Y/n asked, but she did; Godric, Walburga hated herself, “Putting your wand to my neck like I’m some training dummy.”

“How do you think we feel! Our older brother is gone! The one who took care of us because our parents can’t.”

Y/n had tears flowing down her cheeks, “How do you think we feel?”

The girl stood up from the table without being dismissed after letting go of Regulus’ hand, “I saw the tapestry.”

“You burned him from it! What kind of monster are you?! He’s your son regardless of his house. I’ll be your heir, but I will never be your puppet.”

Y/n ran up to her bedroom. Walburga and Orion stared at their son, who sat as stiff as a board. More minutes passed, and Regulus left the table too but not before speaking to his parents, “I’ll- I’ll be your heir. I’ll be your son.”

“Brilliant. Thank you, Regulus.” Walburga smiled.

Regulus lost his brother. He wasn’t losing his sister. But over time, it felt like he was. There was no more laughter in the halls. Only one Black sibling was laughing and smiling - Sirius. There was no more hugging in the halls, no more playing around. Regulus and Y/n were ice. They were cold and in pain. That was the first thing Sirius noticed. His siblings hadn’t stopped by his carriage like usual. It dampened his mood. 

“Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” James had reassured, but Sirius wasn’t so sure.

It was the first ride to Hogwarts that Sirius was utterly silent. He played with the ribbon in his hand. It was a green ribbon that he carried with him everywhere. The boys never knew what it was or where it came from. They had just discovered that Sirius would fidget with it when he was upset. Remus noticed it first - of course - but James did too, and shortly Peter followed. It was her ribbon, Y/n’s ribbon. A ribbon she wore in her hair when she was seven. 

After a bad punishment, Sirius had been given Y/n took care of him. Washed his cuts and plastered them. It was then she learned how much Sirius loved when people did his hair. So she braided it for him and tied it off with her green ribbon. He remembered the way it felt on his fingertips. So perfectly combed and webbed together. It was the reason his hair was long enough to braid. Every Quidditch match, he’d weave it. James asked why once, and Sirius ignored him, but Y/n knew. It was okay to keep secrets sometimes. 

Fifth-year for the twins went by smoothly. Sirius’ sixth year was hell. He missed his siblings so much somedays it was hard to get up in the morning. Regardless it was hard to get Sirius out of bed in the morning, but this year was particularly rough. It was like he was in a constant state of Remus after the full moon - tired, fatigued and sad. 

He missed Regulus’ smile and Y/n’s laughter. Godric, he missed everything! Sirius cried - sobbed about it at night. His silencing charms weren’t good. It left James and Remus in a tricky spot. It was apparent he didn’t want to talk about it because if he did, he would’ve by now. Remus stopped seeing the twins during prefect rounds and stopped seeing Y/n altogether. It was like she was avoiding them. 

The twins did their prefect rounds together, studied together, and only talked to each other. It broke Sirius’ heart. He ruined everything just for his own pleasure. But hadn’t Y/n meant what she said? That she wanted him to be happy? Sirius wasn’t happy. He was far from it. 

Regulus had nightmares every night about his parents. About his brother leaving, about everything. So he didn’t sleep most nights, and instead, he threw himself into his studies. Occasionally he’d realized that he had done two essays and then understood that he no longer had to do his brother's homework. Regulus had copies of reports everywhere because it was a habit. A habit he had to lose. 

Y/n stopped baking extra cookies. Every Saturday, she’d go to the kitchens to bake a new delicacy the muggle way. Y/n couldn’t help but accidentally bake extra for her Gryffindor brother, only to realize that she wouldn’t give them to him. Instead, she gave them to the house elves to serve after dinner in the Great Hall. They’d appear on the Gryffindor table, and Sirius knew they were a product of her. 

During the summer holiday of 1977, Regulus began to notice that Y/n gone often. Walburga would send her away, or Orion would make her run an errand. Regardless Y/n wasn’t around as much. Was she going to run like Sirius? Walburga and Orion sent her to Auror training. Y/n was young, too young for this training. It was Auror training, but they weren’t training her to work for the Ministry. They were preparing for her to become a death eater. 

Weeks passed, and Regulus felt saddened by her absence. So one day at dinner, he spoke up, “Why haven’t you been present at home?”

Y/n chuckled, “Are you serious? You haven’t told him?”

“What- What do you mean?” Regulus questions suspiciously.

Walburga coughed, “She’s been put into training.”

“Training?”

“Auror training.”

“But not to be an Auror, to be a death eater.” 

Y/n scoffed, “Bullshit, tell him the real reason.” 

She looked at both her parents, “They don’t want me anymore. They send me away because it’s easier than disowning me, like Sirius.”

“N- No.” Regulus denied, “Mum, tell me that she’s lying.”

Silence, “Answer me, please.” Regulus pleaded as a water film glossed his grey eyes.

“She’s not lying.” Orion stated, and Regulus let his tears fall down his cheeks, “No! I won’t let you take her from me!”

Regulus stood up, and his chair flipped behind him, “If you disown her, you disown me!”

“Reggie…”

“No! Please no!” Regulus was clawing at his hair, sobbing, “Don’t take her too….” He whimpered. 

Y/n began to stand up until Walburga sent a spell her way, throwing her back. It just made Regulus cry more. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They were sixteen! This wasn’t fair. So Regulus stood up and held back his tears. Walburga held her wand to his throat, making Y/n nervous. But Regulus was cold, ice cold. Hastily he grabbed his mother's wand and snapped it. Y/n didn’t have time to gape. Regulus ran to her, and they ran. 

Through the front door to anywhere else in the dark of the night. Orion was too busy with his wife to realize his children were gone. Y/n was sure they were miles away before they stopped. No magic could be done. They weren’t seventeen yet. They’d have to survive without magic. But then she heard it. A howl. It was a risk, a big one, but they had to take it. 

She took her brother's hand and began running towards it, “Y/n, where are we going?”

“To whatever is howling.”

“Are you mental?”

“Maybe.” Y/n shrugged. 

Suddenly he saw it. That look Sirius always had. She looked free, happy, and mischievous. Suddenly she wasn’t Y/n Black. She was just Y/n. His twin sister. The girl that would beg her brothers to adventure with her, to trust her blindly. That’s what he was doing now - trusting her blindly. They must’ve been miles away. Regulus didn’t even know how they got that far, but in the forest, the howling got louder. 

But at the edge of the forest was a black dog, guarding the entrance to the woods, making sure that no one entered. The stag was taking care of the werewolf. They took turns. One full moon, the dog, was to stand guard, next the stag. Y/n cried upon seeing the animal. She dropped to her knees, and Regulus knelt beside her. The dog looked familiar and gave them both great kisses. They fell asleep together. Y/n, Regulus and the dog. 

The following morning, James went back out to the forest after realizing Padfoot was missing. At the entrance of the forest, he saw them. The Black trio. So he left them. Sirius knew the way back; it wasn’t worth ruining their moment. Regulus stirred awake first and woke the dog. The dog left a multitude of kisses on the twins. Y/n woke up shortly after. 

Regulus was appalled to see the dog turn into his older brother but happy nonetheless, “Sirius!”

“Reggie.” Sirius replied, holding him close. 

They parted, and Sirius kissed his forehead, “How?”

“The howling.”

“How did you leave?”

“I snapped mum’s wand.”

Sirius looked flabbergasted, “Really?”

“She- She was going to separate us. I didn’t- I couldn’t lose another sibling.” Regulus admitted, and Sirius took him into his arms again, “Never again. I promise.”

Y/n chuckled, “Looks like we’re all runaways.”

Sirius grabbed her into the hug, “But we’re doing it together.”

[pinkteapotwriting]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wolfstar x reader. Where they find out the reader has a daddy kink, but she’s too shy to tell them? Also Remus and Sirius are a little older than her so she was worried that they’d assume she was only in a relationship with them due to the kink? I love your writing ♥️

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Daddy kink, pet names, super sub fem reader, slight degradation, cream pie, male and female receiving. So yeah porn with no plot enjoy

Word count : 2365

I worked really hard on this and I hope you like it darling <3

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You had always been attracted to older men. You were more likely to develop a crush on a professor rather than one of the boys in your class. It’s just how it has always been, and that’s why you were so happy with your relationship with Remus and Sirius. They were your dream partners, and although you were young, it felt like you had waited forever for people as kind, attentive, and uhhh dedicated to your pleasure. Everything about them just screamed dominance, perfectly suited to your daddy kink.

That’s why it was so frustrating you couldn’t get rid of that fear. That fear that you could scare them away. Of course they cared about you, but Remus was especially adamant that he would never want to hold you back. You adored them, loved them with all your heart. Everything with them was so incredibly satisfying, but to be able to go that extra step into submissiveness, for them to take control the way you desired them to, would make everything that much better. You didn’t want to risk losing them, and even if you didn’t, it’s hard being vulnerable in that way. Taking that first step would be hard, but you knew you would want the same from them. Even though this was somewhat embarrassing. 

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“Sirius you shouldn’t have, really you don’t have to spend money on me. What did you get anyway?”

“Don’t worry love, it’s more for my benefit than anything.”

“Remus, do you know what it is.”

“Apparently it will be better for me if I’m surprised just the same.”

Sirius handed you a small black bag, with pink tissue paper blocking the top, hindering you from peeking inside.

“Remus and I will meet you upstairs in the bed room, we’ll leave you to appreciate your gift.”

“Pads that’s weird.”

“Moony I promise you’ll appreciate it, trust me.” 

They parted from you, Sirius with a peck to the cheek, and Remus with a lingering forehead kiss. Once you heard them trudge up the stairs of Sirius’s childhood home, you peaked into the bag and raised your eyebrows at the white lace hidden inside.

More for his benefit huh?

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“Sirius, Remus, I’m ready. Can I come in now?”

They both sat leaning against the headboard. Remus’s right arm across Sirius’s shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair absentmindedly. Sirius was absolutely giddy, so giddy in fact Remus answered for him.

“Come on in Love.”

The floral lace bra supported you in all the best ways, two little pink bows adorned where the straps and the cups met. The white thong hugged your hips, complimenting your thighs and waist. It also had one small pink bow centered in the front of the waistband. Angelic is the way Remus would describe you, while Sirius would describe you as sexy as fuck. Not quite as eloquent, but it gets the job done.

“Siri, you didn’t have to but-”

“But?”

“I feel pretty.”

“You’re much more than pretty Y/N” Remus scolded.

“Does this mean you’ll let me spoil you more often, don’t mind having a sugar daddy so much huh?”

Your face immediately fell as you contemplated the effects his words had on you. Not that you needed him to spend money on you, but the idea of being good for him, of him spoiling his perfect Y/N, Daddy’s girl,  had even more wetness pooling in between your legs. Sirius mistook it for concern though, not the combination of horniness and embarrassment that it was.

“Hey Y/N, I was just kidding, you know I love you right? You’re much more than this thing that we fuck. We want you safe, and we like getting you these things because it’s kind of fun spoiling you. I’d do it much more if you’d let me. And I’m sorry, I was just making a joke with the whole sugar daddy thing.

Remus zoned in on your thighs rubbing together at the word Daddy.

“Sirius wait, Y/N, is there something you’re not telling us?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Sirius joking about being a sugar daddy didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He smirked as you rubbed your thighs together at the word daddy, pleased that his little test worked. Sirius seemed to be catching on too.

“You know Y/N, we’re not that much older than you. Didn’t cross my mind we’d fit into that category. 

“I don’t understand Sirius.”

“You know perfectly well what I mean. Why don’t you tell us what’s going on and maybe it’ll turn out the way you like.”

“Well…”

You could not make yourself look away from your hands; watching them fiddle around anxiously. Remus’s voice soothed you though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. We want you to feel safe and comfortable telling us anything.”

You took a deep breath.

“I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was in the relationship for this reason. I love you both so much and would hate to make you guys feel insecure about it. I kind of have a Daddy kink.”

Remus kept his poker face, but if you looked close enough there was a hint of a smirk there. Sirius had the biggest shit eating grin there ever was, because he knew he was going to be having the best sex of his life tonight.

Their silence terrified you.

“I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t of said anyth-”

Remus held up a hand to halt your apology, then patted his thigh.

“Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, angel?”

A shot of pleasure went straight from your spine directly to your aching cunt. You didn’t even know how to respond. So you figured it was best to obey. You crawled up from the end of the bed and straddled his right thigh, the one that was closest to Sirius. Sirius reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged upwards so they could rubbed deliciously across your clit. Remus had to grip your hips and stop you from grinding.

“You know moony, I bought these because she’s supposed to be our innocent little Y/N. Had no idea she was so dirty. Kind of ironic isn’t it.”

“Oh totally and completely ironic. She may not be a pure as we thought, but she’s still a good girl. Isn’t that right Bunny? You like being a good girl for your Daddies.”

When you whimpered instead of answering Remus tightened his grip on your hips and started helping you grind up and down his thigh. Sirius smacked your ass, which had you jolt forward, colliding with Remus’s chest and burrowing your face in his neck.

“Answer his question pup.

“Yes, I like being good for my daddies.”

You whined when Remus halted your movements once again. He raised a questioning eyebrow which had you bite your tongue instantly. You had just said you wanted to be good for them. 

“Aw, I think our desperate baby wants to cum moony.”

“Looks like it. Do you want Siri to eat you out bunny? You want your daddy to make you cum?”

You turned to look at Sirius’s smug expression.

“Yes please, want it so bad.”

“We can tell.”

Sirius’s comment had your expression turning bashful again. He gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefingers before you could turn away though. 

“That doesn’t mean hide it. I like it when you’re openly needy for us. Makes me want to fuck you hard and satiate every little desire of yours. Now climb off Remus’s lap puppy. Gonna make you  cum on my face.” 

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your face, until you remembered what he was about to do. You all too happily turned around and wiggled in as you sat between Remus’s thighs. 

“Not like that pup, ass up for me okay? I think it’s only fair if you take care of Remus while I take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” you hesitated for a moment, confused by Remus still fully clothed. You wanted to see him. You traced the top of his pants lightly with your forefinger. 

“Daddy can I take these off?”

“Please do.”

He pulled off his shirt as you undid his belt buckle and he watched you kiss below his belly button, and lower and lower as you pulled his pants off. Once you had them halfway off Sirius pulled them the rest of the way. You rubbed his prominent bulge through and nuzzled your cheek against his thigh before pressing a kiss against his clothed dick. He laced his fingers through your hair and you would have leaned into the touch, but instead he pulled your head to make eye contact with him.

“No teasing puppy, get right down to it.”

“Sorry daddy.”

“It’s okay love.”

You pulled his cock out from his underwear and were thoroughly impressed by how hard it was considering you barely touched him. You spat onto your hand and jerked his cock for a few strokes, but not wanting to get reprimanded for teasing you licked from the base to the tip then let the head of his cock slip past your lips. That’s when Sirius quickly discarded your panties and slid underneath your parted legs. 

“So wet baby, is this all just from calling us Daddy hmm? Should have told us sooner.”

You continued to bob up and down on Remus’s cock, wanting to earn his satisfaction. Sirius licked a bold stripe across your pussy.

“Such a good girl, fuck.”

Then he properly dove in, flicking his tongue against your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck, thinks she likes that pads. You like it when Daddy eats you out?”

You let out a muffled mm hmm against his cock, the vibrations had him throwing his head back and groaning. Sirius didn’t want to waste time talking though, his mouth and now his fingers were occupied, thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. Bringing you that much closer to your release, while you brought Remus to his. 

“Fuck bunny, m’gonna come down your pretty little throat shit-”

He was now prodding the back of your throat, and you were completely relaxed and taking him like a champ. You felt him twitch so you pulled off just a little bit as his seed painted the inside of your mouth. He stared with lust blown eyes as you showed him your now clean tongue. He cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“So good for me baby, such a good girl. You wanna ride Sirius? I think you’re ready now.”

Sirius placed one last gentle kiss to your clit before parting from you and allowing you to shimmy down and straddle his lap.

“Sorry pup, know that feels good but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“S’okay daddy, whatever you want.”

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Why don’t you put it in now and bounce like a good bunny? You wanna be a good bunny?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Wait.” Remus interjected.

He gripped your wrist before you could grab his dick.

“What?” Sirius sounded quite annoyed.

“Make her say it. I wanna hear her say it.”

“Well bunny, hop to it.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the pun but quickly fixed his eyes back on to you.

“Wanna, Wanna bounce on your cock daddy.”

“Like a what?”

You put your head down in embarrassment.

“Like a good bunny.”

Sirius gripped his cock, placed the tip in your entrance, and slammed up in one foul swoop. You clasped your hand over your mouth, maybe to keep some of the breath in your lungs or maybe because you didn’t want to moan so loud. You really weren’t sure. All you knew was that Sirius was going absolutely feral.

Remus moved behind you and unclasped your bra, finally freeing your boobs from their constraints. He grasped one with his left hand, while the other reached down to rub your clit.

“D-daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum?”

Remus rubbed your clit faster.

“Ask Siri love.”

“Sir, can I cum please.”

“No, Hold it.”

“But da-”

“Hold it.”

Remus was now kissing the expanse of your neck and shoulders, while rolling your nipple between his two fingers. Tears were rolling down your face at the effort it took in holding back your orgasm. All while Sirius was keeping a brutal steady pace from underneath.

“Daddy Please.”

“Go on them cum. Make a mess on my cock.”

You swear you lost your vision for a second. All the sensitivity, all of the built up pleasure finally erupted all at once and if Remus wasn’t holding you you would have collapsed. 

“Atta girl- Fuck”

You hissed in overstimulation as you felt his warmth spread and drip out of your cunt. Remus finally did let you collapse once Sirius had pulled out. 

“Alright love, lets get cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can walk quite yet Remus.”

Sirius only smiled with a smugness that made Draco Malfoy look humble.

That stupid grin could always get you in trouble.

Especially now that he knows you have a daddy kink.

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Bonus

The warm bath water soothed your aching muscles almost as much as Sirius scrubbing shampoo into your scalp did.

“Y/N..”

You peaked one eye open at the lanky man in front of you.

“Yes Remus?”

“So obviously Sirius and I have a daddy kink too. The funny thing is we didn’t want to tell you because we didn’t want you to think we were dating you for your age.”

“That is funny, wish one of us would of said something sooner.”

Sirius pecked your cheek.

“Me too love.”

“Besides, you two couldn’t get rid of me that easy. I kind of love you.”

“Only kind of?” Remus teased.

“Kind of love you sounded better than completely obsessed.”

“Well then,” Remus cupped both your cheeks “I kind of love you too.”

“Me too.” Sirius promised. 

The words were casual, but the tone was so intense. It reassured you that they wouldn’t be so easily scared off either.

And there were some things you had much more confidence to tell them now.

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Fic Rec: Did you miss me? by @krethes and @fantismal

Listen, I've reblogged and talked about this fic a few times, but I cannot tell you enough how much this fic has captivated me.

It's a Wolfstar + the gang texting fic, with background Jily, Alice/Frank, and an effective OFC / OFC relationship. Sirius is a celebrity who is effectively kept prisoner by his family. Remus is an artist with a broken past. James a giant cinnamon roll who has gotten the shit end of the Black Family's sway. Lily is an obsessive student who also manages to be a little blind. Sev - aka Snape - is a disgusting incel we all love to hate. The Bubbles are a fluffy pile of, well, BDSM bubbles, and no, I won't explain. Floragold are literal queens and deserve everything, but do not trust their logic. Bella is deliciously complex and evil and sweet and I honestly switch from loving her and hating her and wanting to be her halfway through each chapter.

There are new chapters every MWF, with some occasional bonus content that is just *chef's kiss.* There's so much here that they started posting Jan 7, and it continues into May. You have time to catch up and join the fun, and I have a feeling we are just about to get into some really good stuff.

The characters and storylines are so complex and so well thought out. Every single line, every single word, is purposeful and beautiful and I can't even begin to explain how much in awe I am that this was created for free.

Don't even get me STARTED on the formatting. The screenshot in the phone above is directly from the fic. I had no idea a fic could be this developed and intuitive. It legitimately could be professionally formatted. It's undeniably amazing. And the fact that it looks the way it does, but they still take into account the accessibility of the chapter so that screen readers work as well.

Phenomenal story. Amazing formatting. It absolutely raises the bar on what fanfiction should be.

If you're not reading it yet, and please mind the tags, you absolutely should be. Then come join the Wolfstar discord and hear all of us yell about it.