#could also be any mondern au

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello hello !!!

I hope you are doing fantastic <3

Could I request a poly!marauders x reader where reader randomly faints in the middle of class after complaining that she felt a little dizzy and the boys comforts her ? (I have no idea if you already wrote for this, if so, I apologize !!)

Lots of love <33

Hi lovely! This isn't super saccharine with the comfort, I hope that's okay! poly!marauders x fem!reader, mondern!au

cw: fainting, swearing

724 words

You sat on the bench outside of your classroom, a half-eaten granola bar crumbling onto your lap when James all but fee-fi-fo-fummed down the hallway towards you, still flushed after rushing here in the middle of practice. 

“Jamie! Be quiet.” You scolded, cutting your eyes towards the open classroom door, the lecture still in progress. 

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?” He knelt in from of you, checking for injury. 

“I’m fine. I was by my chair, my deskmate caught me.” He didn’t look very relieved. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He pulled his phone out, typing in a number. 

“I just felt a bit dizzy, I have since this morning.” You started. James put his phone down when Remus and Sirius walked through the glass doors. 

“We’ve got the car pulled around.” Sirius scrambled his words out, rushing to you. 

“Remus! Don’t you have work today?” You whisper-scolded. He just rolled his eyes. You went to stand up but all the boys flinched. 

“Careful!�� James’ hands shot out to gently push you back down. “Don’t get up too fast.” He beckoned Sirius to cage you on the other side. 

“I was able to walk out of the classroom just fine on my own.” You still took hold of James’ arm and allowed him to walk you out. 

“You’re feeling okay now though, right?” Sirius’ tone was laced with anxiety. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” You reached for him with your free hand.

“Do you know why you fainted?” Remus asked as he pushed the heavy door open, leading you straight to the car. You and James climbed into the backseat, Sirius in the front (it was just like him to never give up his shotgun seat), and Remus driving.

“No.” You could sense the downturn of his mouth without even having to see. “But I’m sure it’s nothing major.” 

“Um, babe.” Sirius was half concern and half sass. “I’m pretty sure that fainting without an apparent reason is very fucking concerning.” You were about to respond but James got there first.

“Why don’t we just backtrack.” He turned to you. “Did you sleep all right last night, angel?” You nodded. “Did you eat today?” You nodded again. “What did you have?” 

“Toast.” You responded. 

“Just toast?” Remus asked severely. 

“It was two pieces. And it’s only just past noon.” You reasoned. He looked displeased but didn’t argue more. James took that as permission to continue his gentle interrogation. 

“Did you have water with that, lovely?” He looked at you, an air of knowingness in his gaze. You rolled your lips in shame. Sirius turned around in his chair to look at you aghast. You knew that Remus was preoccupied with you, since he did not lecture him on seat belt safety. 

“Baby! We literally talked about this yesterday.” 

“Oh like you’re any better.” You scoffed. “If I remember correctly you were also being lectured yesterday.”

“Oi! My water bottle is half empty right now I’ll have you know.” He huffed and turned back around dramatically. You could see Remus rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Back on topic please.” He scolded. James took the mantle back. 

“Angel, I think you probably fainted because you were dehydrated.” He said gently. 

“And because you didn’t have a proper breakfast.” Remus scolded. James gave him a look begging for patience and dug through his gym bag. He fished out a full bottle of water and a protein bar. 

“This isn’t much but it will do until we can get some decent food in you.” He handed them over, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. You rolled your eyes, pretending that you weren’t actually very hungry and thirsty. You drank the water in just a few large gulps. 

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sirius deadpanned. 

“Yeah, you. For attention.” You sassed. He turned around, squawking indignantly and swiping at you like a cat. You tried to kick him from your seat but Remus caught your foot. 

“Can you please refrain from fist fighting until we are out of the moving vehicle?” He was trying (and failing) to sound reprimanding. You grumbled. 

“You shouldn’t be fist fighting with the sick and injured anyway, pads.” James said, placing a hand on your thigh. It was Sirius’ turn to grumble. 

“Alright, fine.” Sirius said, faux indigent. “But the minute you’re better, it’s on dolly.”

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Sex Addicts

“No, Petyr. Stop,” she giggled. His hand on the small of her back dipped lower. “Your meeting, remember? You’ll be late.”

“They’ll wait for me,” He smiled against her lips. “I’ve got important matters to see to here.”

Sansa shook her head, laughing. “No, Petyr. Go.”

“Don’t wanna,” he teased, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip.

She leaned back away from him, trying to school her face as she insisted, “You’ve really got to stop.”

His fingers traced the outline of her panties through her skirt. “Why?”

She caught his hand, and redirected it to her waist, explaining, “Because we have sex too much!”

His resulting smile, and the way his eyes landed on her cleavage, told her he was remembering the many, many times they’d been intimate. His voice was light as he asked, “What’s too much?”

Sansa lifted his chin so their eyes would meet. “People think we’re sex-addicts.”

“So?” He tilted his head in her hand and covered her thumb with his mouth, sucking it as he reached for the hem of her skirt.

Sansa’s eyes fluttered shut, a light moan escaping her. She felt her panties dampen, sitting wet against her womanhood, as his palm made contact with her bare flesh. She shook her head, regaining her senses, barely. “No, Petyr. There’s more to us than just sex.”

He nodded, his eyes still undressing her, as he worked her undergarment. “I agree.”

She pried his hand off her ass as she said, “But other people don’t know that! They think we’re just in it for the sex, no substance.”

Petyr shrugged with a boyish grin. “Jealous people that don’t matter. They wish they could feel your soft skin like I can, or be touched the way I touch you.”

His lips were on her again, and she felt her knees give a little when his teeth grazed the pulse point on her neck. She had to stay strong. “Petyr, I mean it.”

“Mm, I can tell,” he snickered against her breast.

That did it. A whole new determination settled over her and she pushed him away, crossing her arms. “Petyr Baelish! Take me seriously, because I mean it when I say this: We are not having sex for at least a month.”

“A month?” He eyed her skeptically.

“Fine, three weeks.” She pulled her hair back behind her ears.

He grinned, “Best make it two.”

“This is not a negotiation,” she laughed.

“Because you know I’ll win?” He baited her.

Sansa felt the dimples in her cheeks deepen. “Petyr, two weeks. That’s it.”

He ran his tongue under his lip and sucked his teeth, thinking, before he shrugged, “Alright. I accept your challenge.”

“What?” She chuckled, surprised he was agreeing.

He slid back a step, the warmth of his hands leaving her body. “I accept your challenge, just as I said.”

“Challenge?” Sansa eyed him. “Petyr, this isn’t a challenge. I think this would be good for our relationship.”

“Do you think we have a good relationship?” He asked, turning for his briefcase.

“Well, yes.” She tucked her hair back behind her ears again, with a forced sense of certainty. “Of course.”

He set some folders inside the case as he reasoned, “Then this will not necessarily be beneficial to our relationship, so much as cater to individuals outside of it. Individuals, that apparently like to burden your ears with their opinions.”

Sansa closed her eyes and took a breath to center herself. “You’re upset.”

“On the contrary, I’m motivated.” His eyes lit as he closed the case.

Oh shit. Sansa groaned, “Motivated?”

“Absolutely.” Petyr straightened his tie, smiling smugly as he explained. “We’re going to explore other aspects of our relationship for the onlookers. And you can’t have your way with me for two solid weeks.”

Sansa scoffed, “You’re kidding?” If he thought for a second that she was the one unable to control herself, he was sorely mistaken.

He leaned into her, his familiar cologne filling her nostrils. “Not in the slightest. I’m taking you very seriously, and I’m respecting your needs in our relationship. If we don’t make it the two weeks, it won’t be because of me.” Before she could retort, he kissed her thoroughly. It was slow and deep, and tasted entirely deliberate. Her eyes were still closed when he broke away from her lips and purred, “Sansa?”

“Hmm?” She blinked her eyes open, slowly coming to her senses.

“Your hand,” he chuckled.

She glanced down, finding her palm on his chest, fingers curled, gripping. “Oh!” She yanked her hand away, as if it had touched a hot stove. A blush washed over her as she realized how she’d unconsciously attempted to escalate their intimacy.

Petyr’s laugh was diabolical. “Now, now Sansa. We’re supposed to be exploring other interests.” As he strode towards the door, he tossed over his shoulder, “My book club meets every Wednesday night. I’ll have a copy of the book we’re reading sent to you by lunchtime today.”

“Petyr--”

Completely ignoring her attempt to engage with him, he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. “We’re reading Lolita.”

She sighed, trying to get a word in edgewise.“Petyr--”

He cut her off again, this time raising a hand for emphasis. “I know, I know. I swore I wouldn’t read another Nabokov book, especially after the complete drivel that was Pale Fire, but it’s what the group wanted.” He made a show of letting his eyes rove her body as he stepped through the doorway. “It’s actually quite compelling. In some respects, even relatable.”

She opened her mouth to respond just as the door shut. Sansa blinked a few times, wondering what she had gotten herself into before it suddenly dawned on her, Wait, Petyr’s in a book club?

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13, 29, 37 for the fic writer questions, please! I'm totally greedy, feel free to pick and choose 😅

thanks for the question dear! I like them all so I didn't choose! ❤️

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Unfortunately, I have no idea where I picked this up anymore, but it really helped me improve my writing: Read your story out loud.

It helps if you just whisper it, but spoken out loud I recognize so much more often where something is not really coherent. Where the flow is not right, where a word is missing, where a different formulation might be better. I don't always have the time or patience for it, but when I do, I see the improvement immediately.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I would totally love to see Jon's perspective of @magalidragon 's a thousand years. We already got a glimpse in the epilogue, but I want the whole story, I want to see what he experienced! This is absolutely one of my all-tine favorite stories, so yeah, definitely this one. Simply because I want to have this sequel so badly! :)

37. Talk about your current wips.

My only wip atm is The Wolves of Winterfell: a college/ football au, which is actually complete wish fulfillment, as I just take all the tropes I like and put them into a mondern au, along with a few silly jokes. Plus it's my first multi-chapter work with the OT6 (Jonerys, Gendrya & Throbb) which is also a lot of fun to explore!!

[writtenbymoonflower]

Shaken Soda

You have therapy and Remus is too kind. Remus Lupin x fem!reader. mondern!au

cw: mentions of therapy/mental health issues. Slight mention of unintentional self injury.

780 words

“Thank you, see you next week.” You muttered politely, exiting the small visiting room. 

“See you then.” Your therapist smiled warmly at you. You appreciated the gesture, but wrapped your arms around your middle protectively anyway.

"Bye." The word was just barely a whisper as you turned to walk down the hall, but you were interrupted.

“Oh by the way, we covered a lot today. I’m proud of you, Y/N. Just, make sure to look after yourself extra.” They gave another polite nod and skirted back into their office. You gave a tight-lipped smile at the now closed door before walking down the hall to the waiting area, dreading the walk home in the pouring rain and shivering cold. You pulled the hood of your coat over your head before checking your phone, stalling. 

Hey, dovey. It’s pretty nasty out so I’m going to come pick you up. Be there when you get out. x

You were equal parts grateful and distressed. Happy you wouldn’t be soaked down to your bones, but worried about your boyfriend seeing you in such a raw state. You checked the mirror by the entryway, wiping away mascara residue and pressing your cold hands to your cheeks in a desperate attempt to reduce the redness splotching over your eyes and nose. 

Though Remus would likely see through any attempts at sweeping your struggles under the rug, he was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for. 

You listened to the ding of the bell as you swung the door open, walking under the awning to where Remus’ black car was parked. You opened the door, being hit with a wave of toasty AC. 

“Hi lovely.” His amber eyes greeted you with their usual warmth. (Warmth that was pretty much reserved for you).

“Hey Remmy.” You said, much to quiet and reserved for his liking, leaning over the center console to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for the spin. You didn’t have to drive in the rain.” Your comment earned an eye roll from Remus, though he was still smiling as he pulled out onto the road.

“Don’t. I get to spend extra time with you, and I’ll never complain about that.” He placed a large hand on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh there. “Almost forgot,” He reached into the cupholder. “Got this for you.” You were handed a to-go cup full of coffee. Your favorite. You swore you could sob all over again. 

“Rem… You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to. Anyway it wasn’t completely selfless, I was craving a fog.” You still looked at him all glossy and doe eyed. 

“Thank you.” Your voice was so small. It was only when he looked over at you that he noticed your swollen features and red-rimmed eyes. He could swear there were burns on your cheeks from the scratchy material of your sleeves after being rubbed and wiped raw and cruelly. 

“You doin’ okay, sweet girl?” He tried hard to keep his eyes on the road and stop a notch of concern from appearing between his dark eyebrows, knowing it would only push you more into your shell. 

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” You picked at your nails. Remus took a deep breath. 

“I’m not gonna make you talk about it,” He started and you tried to keep from wincing. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to tell him what you had discussed, the emotions it brought up, but you knew that when you cracked the lid on your frayed feelings, everything would come out all at once. Tears, murmured fears and all. You were like a pop bottle that had been violently shaken, one wrong move and a mess would be everywhere. “But I want you to know I’m proud of you.” He checked the road around him before making brief eye contact with you. “Really, really proud. I know it can be scary. But also, please know, I’m here if you every need to talk about anythin’. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

You nodded as he turned onto your street. You were still feeling raw, but you could feel it subsiding, just by being in his presence. “I know you do.” You looked over at him as he pulled up to your place and put the car in park. It didn’t take many long for you to unclick your seatbelt, leaning over your drinks and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly. Remus stiffened in surprise, but then hugged you back, smoothing his hands up and down your thick coat. “Thank you.” You whispered into his neck. 

“It’s what I’m here for, lovely. I’m always gonna be here.”