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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=””]Os últimos anos têm sido marcados pela explosão de oferta digital (leia-se streaming), com a necessária pulverização de gostos e de audições, como se cada um estivesse no seu cantinho a explorar o último nicho do nicho. Parece que nunca houve tanta oferta musical, quando na verdade nunca houve foi tanto acesso. Isso leva, naturalmente, a que se ouça mais…

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Just A Pub In Holloway

North London

Nambucca, on Holloway Road was more than a pub, it was more than a small independent music venue, it was a home for the London 2000’s indie scene, both literally and metaphorically as Frank Turner joined Dave Danger (The Holloways) and Jay McAllister (Beans On Toast) in the flat upstairs (along with several others) while Bryn Fowler (The Holloways) was a sound engineer, Joei Silvester (The Supernovas) and Lee Godwin (We Smoke Fags) worked the bar.

The Nambucca story is one that starts in Essex in the ‘90’s when Jay and Dave were school friends. The pair were also in a band together with the hope of success they moved to London at the end of 1999. Unfortunately (or fortunately) the band didn’t last long, Jay ended up handing out flyers and got into promoting while Dave worked at Tower Records.  

They were living in Archway and started Statik, a club night at The Garage, at the opposite end of Holloway Road. Dave would take his laptop to work and rip CDs then play the tracks at the club night, no mixing, just a straight-up playlist of the latest indie bands around. The pair started to build up a friendship group from Statik and they became regulars at the weekly nights around London.  

Down the road from their flat in Archway was Nambucca, a pub that had just been taken over by Bernard. The new landlord, who already had a few other places in the city didn’t expect much from the pub, when Dave and Jay popped in one Sunday they were the only ones in there. They made a deal with Bernard, if they brought a crowd in the following Sunday they’d get some free beers. After their usual Saturday night shenanigans which rolled over into Sunday they brought everybody to Nambucca, the place was packed, Bernard was buzzing and this was the start of what would become the legendary open mic night Sensible Sunday which has seen everyone from Beans On Toast and The Holloways to Mumford & Sons, Laura Marling and Jamie T play.  

After they started putting on a few midweek gigs and trying to get a PA set-up they ended up moving into the flat upstairs. A couple of months later their mate, Jamie, who’d managed pubs before moved in and managed the place. Things started to get a bit messy as Nambucca became a haunt for the indie kids but, as they fell in between two boroughs they got away with stuff and as Bernard wasn’t expecting much he didn’t care as long as he wasn’t losing money. 

Jay “We were tapped into the club nights and knew bands, there was a lot going on elsewhere, we used Nambucca as an HQ. We used it for after parties, invited people in and it drew others in.  

We put stuff on that we thought was fun. We didn’t do it pat each other on the back, we just wanted to throw a good party and music we loved which in turn helped others but we never looked at it like that. Jamie T, Laura Marling and Florence & The Machine stood out early on.”  

Frog 

Jay “After running Statik at The Garage for a few months, the venue, run by Mean Fiddler had a free Saturday night slot in central London, we went for it. Shooting above our stations. That became Frog. Imran, who was the New Bands editor at the NME booked the bands, me and Dave ran the rest. It was the right place at the right time.” 

Frog became the biggest indie night in the UK when 1000 indie kids packed it out every Saturday from 10pm. DJ’s would play the tunes but what Frog became known for was the bands that played at 1am. They were usually unannounced and Imran got the names before anyone else including Klaxons, CSS, Razorlight, Babyshambles, The View, Paramore... Kaiser Chiefs played their first London show there while Young & Lost Club DJ’d the small room. Frog would also take over the upstairs room at Koko every Friday for Club NME. Frog closed in June 2007 with a set by local hero, Kid Harpoon. 

Jay “It ended because of the introduction of the smoking ban. It feels normal now but the venue couldn’t accommodate a smoking area. As somebody, like everybody else at the time enjoyed to drink and smoke so I didn’t feel like I could promote a club I didn’t want to go to myself.” 

Sensible Sunday’s 

Sensible Sunday’s was influential for many, each week Jay would write a song about what had happened that week and perform it on stage which inspired Frank Turner to pick up an acoustic guitar (while he was still in his hardcore band, Million Dead). Laura Marling, Marcus Mumford, Jamie T and Jack Penate were all regulars too, it gave them a stage to perform on and master their craft. 

This was a period of a few years of iconic all-nighters and banging gigs (the 350 capacity venue saw the likes of The Libertines, Florence & The Machine, The Maccabees, Maximo Park, Noah & The Whale take to the stage)  Dave, Jay and the Nambucca team had built up their own community around the pub in Holloway. One Sensible Sunday in 2004 was responsible for the next part in N7’s chapter. 

The Holloways

Alfie Jackson “I had a girlfriend in West London around 2004 and we broke up and I had no home so I stayed with a friend on Holloway Road. A few days later we went to The Garage at the bottom of Holloway Road where I met Dave (who would go on to become) the drummer of The Holloways and Jay who became our manager, and Tre who became a tour manager, and Tristan who became our producer. 

I also met a girl there. It turned out Dave and Jay ran the events at Nambucca and the girl I met worked behind the bar and Tre lived upstairs. I met Bryn at a bar in Crouch End through the girl working at Nambucca. I convinced him to be a bass player even though he wasn’t really playing an instrument at the time. 

Rob was playing at Nambucca a few weeks later, me and Bryn said “we’ll have him”. Rob and I played a set the following week at Sensible Sunday and Dave immediately said “I’ll be the drummer”. 

So this all happened quickly and organically and brought The Holloways together which is why we named the band The Holloways because like some kind of anti-Bermuda Triangle, it brought a bunch of great people together for a great time. I was inspired by The Beatles, Green Day, Oasis, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, The Strokes The Libertines and Supergrass. 

Before we started touring we’d be out every night, regulars at the indie discos. It would be cans of Red Stripe on Saturday nights at the Mean Fiddler on Tottenham Court Road for Frog, Sensible Sunday at Nambucca, occasionally Trash on a Monday, Tuesday would’ve been Panic at the Ritzy, sharing jugs of Long Island ice tea, then Jack and Coke’s at Candybox before kicking off the weekend again on Friday at Koko for Club NME. 

I think the first song we wrote was King’s Cross Cutie which ended up being a b-side. I remember playing a demo of this to Bryn on a minidisc player in a bookshop on Tottenham Court Road. There was also Soul For Sale, of which there is on a four-track demo somewhere. Also, early songs were Reinvent Myself and London Town, a personal favourite of mine.” 

The first Holloways show in the capital was a last-minute Babyshambles gig at Nambucca after their central London gig had been cancelled. Gemma Clarke who was drumming for Babyshambles at the time called Dave (they were friends) and asked if Babyshambles could play that night at Nambucca, but on the condition that The Holloways played too. After some convincing he agreed, word spread through the online forums about the gig and The Holloways ended up playing their first hometown show in front of a packed venue.  

The band used Nambucca to write and rehearse, Alfie generally wrote the lyrics and melody while Rob wrote the music. Rob had been riffing the first verse of Generator but it wasn’t a proper song until they started playing it together and beefing it up with punk energy. 

Alfie “We felt like we were the heartbeat of that scene.” 

The Holloways started to take things more seriously in 2005 having quit their day jobs. They’d write their debut album and play live with the likes of Babyshambles, Noel Gallagher, The Wombats, The Pigeon Detectives and Frank Turner where they’d build up a fan base whilst Generator and Two Left Feet got radio play.  

Alfie “For me personally, writing is like breathing and when I find something magic that feeling is hard to describe. I also love putting it together which is what I do now day today as a writer-producer. 

But I also love bouncing off my best mates on stage while hundreds of people go absolutely nuts in a frenetic combustion of joy and energy. The second time we played Glastonbury on the Old Queens Head stage was one of my favourite festival experiences although our performance on The Other Stage was quite monumental while my favourite tour is probably us and The Wombats and my favourite gig was also on that tour when we played at Leeds Met Uni. 

Social media at the time was a new thing. I remember us using Myspace quite a bit but it was something that we did out of necessity rather than want. In a band you just want to be doing things in real life with real people and playing songs and writing songs rather than typing away on a keyboard to try and get people into music.

I’m not sure how we came to the attention of record companies but it was only 18 months after forming that we signed with TVT. In hindsight perhaps we didn’t choose the right label but you never know. Everything happens for a reason. 

We were getting loads of good reviews for live gigs and for the vinyl release of Generator and Two Left Feet put out by Pure Groove Records on Holloway Road.  

We formed late summer 2004 and started recording the debut album during the summer of 2006 in Shepherd’s Bush/Acton, with the legendary duo Clive Langer and Alan Winstanley. It wasn’t the most rock ‘n’ roll studio but it fit in our budget. 

They were great, they had loads of amazing ideas and knew how to get our sound and they’ve worked on Madness and Dexys Midnight Runners so it was a huge honour to work with them, absolute gentlemen as well.  

I think the end product was a bit light. It doesn’t have the fuzz, grit and dirt that our live performances had so I was quite disappointed and never really played it with pride when I heard it because it didn’t sound like we did live. I knew it should’ve had more energy and I think then it would’ve really connected with a lot more people and we would’ve had a lot more success.” 

So This Is Great Britain? was released on TVT Records in October 2006 and received an 8/10 review in the NME who tipped the band for big things. The album was filled with singles, however, at the time it felt like they milked Generator, releasing it 3 times. “We knew Generator was a huge song. We were made some promises by the label and Radio 1 which were broken which meant we then had to re-release it to then make use of the potential that Generator had. 

This all should have been done right with the first release. We were annoyed and mad as it made us look a bit stupid and was one of the nails in the coffin.” 

Nambucca’s community spirit was highlighted on Easter Monday 2008 with Van Aid. 

Jay “I was on my way to support Kate Nash with my mate Ali, who also lived at Nambucca. We crashed a van that we borrowed from Captain Black, we were fine but the van wasn’t. We put on a charity event on and raised enough money to get the van fixed. We asked people to bring any unpaid speeding tickets and we paid them with any money left over.” 

The event has become legendary thanks to an insane line-up. As well as Beans On Toast Nambucca residents Frank Turner and The Holloways they rang their mates Florence (& the Machine) Welch, Eliza Doolittle, Jamie T and Mumford & Sons to play for free. It was quite a day! 

A year and a half after the release of So This Is Great Britain? the band headed to the iconic Sawmills studio to record the follow-up, most of which had been written on the road.  

Alfie “We were down in Sawmills residential studio recording the second album on an all-time high and a trajectory that was taking us to the top. We were living the dream then TVT announced bankruptcy due to a legal battle involving the rapper Pitbull. This meant we paid for the rest of the album ourselves. 

At the same time I heard the news of my girlfriend’s dad falling really ill with leukemia and I had to go back to London and in that time he passed away, I then had to go back to Sawmills to finish the album. 

Also in that time my auntie had to go into hospital as she had a terrible fall in John Lewis. This left her with so many broken bones she was housebound for the remaining 11 years of her life. The energy in the studio changed halfway through that month when we heard that news.  

The rest of 2007 was an awful time of legal wranglings with TVT in administration, we were unable to sign with another label even though the likes of Sony had heard the album and really liked it. The mood in the band really really suffered and we all got frustrated and Rob started playing in another band because we weren’t able to do anything because we didn’t have the new material to release to promote. 

Live gigs became really poor as the energy and conflict in the band had taken away the main great thing about The Holloways which was the spirit. I got really angry with Rob for doing another band. I thought he was been unfaithful but he just wanted to make music because that was what Rob was all about so I understand it now, he was frustrated and felt trapped but I was just so committed to The Holloways. the 2 passions came together in a bad way whereas previously they came together in such good way.” 

Nambucca 2.0 

Gemma Clarke “My dad was offered a few venues to take on but none really struck a chord with us until we were offered Nambucca. I had been hanging out there with the people that lived and worked there for a few years, mostly The Holloways and Beans On Toast, I’d known them all for years from the club nights they ran, so walking in one day like “Hey! My dad owns this place now” was great! There was a really cool scene there already with the bands and gigs and clubs they all put on, it was exciting!” 

On the 17th December 2008 there was a fire at Nambucca, completely destroying the home of those who lived there, the bar/venue and The Holloways equipment which was there. Local bands such as Six Nation State and The Supernovas used the venue to rehearse. It also destroyed the scene as Jay, Dave and the venues manager moved on. This was not only the end of an era for Holloway Road and a scene but another setback for The Holloways. Nambucca was more than just a venue for The Holloways, it held their stories. 

Jay “There’s probably a world where we’re all still at Nambucca doing coke and singing songs to one another but we happily moved on when it did happen. We lost our home and our possessions but nobody was particularly upset. How else would you end something like that?”  

Gemma “The fire was just awful. Gutted the place, people lost their homes, work, as well as their possessions. It put the family on our knees. We had just started our new business with big ideas, hopes and dreams… it was closed for 2 years! When we did reopen obviously it was a completely different place. Beautiful, grand, but different. I did have some of the best times of my life living and working there, booking bands and acts I loved, constant partying with my friends… it was amazing!” 

Alfie “The Nambucca fire was just the universe following suit as to what happening with TVT and then in London with The Holloways and then in the UK with our reputation. The universe just decided it should also have a part to play in our downfall and burnt our home down with all our equipment inside which was not insured. Note to all bands, get insurance. 

With everything that happened and the fact that we were still trapped and conflicts between Rob and I meant Rob had enough and just wanted to go make music with his band. Dave felt the trauma was too much and knew that it wouldn’t be the same anymore and he left too. This would’ve been at the start of 2008. 

We just asked around about replacements so that Bryn and I could continue. Mike came through a guitar shop in Denmark Street and Ed came through our guitar tech Barbs from Bristol but ot course course it was never the same again. 

It’s like getting in any pretty girl to fill the hole left by the love of your life when she’s decided to go. The connection and energy just wasn’t the same despite Ed and Mike being amazing players and lovely guys. We still had a good time but times had changed and it was 2 years after we’d originally hoped to get the second album out by the time we did get it out. It was devastating. 

Originally there were more of Rob songs on the second album because he was gonna be part of the band. We had to write a few new ones so we’d be able to play more of the new album live. That’s when Jukebox Sunshine, AAA and Alcohol were written and added. 

Jukebox Sunshine was another song that didn’t turn out anything like the way I’d hoped. The producer did a great job but I think the band and myself were guilty of trying to re-create what we had done before rather than going with the vibe that I was feeling in my heart. It got to a point where you are feeling the pressure of your reputation 

Before we even started doing the second album I was wanting to do a more rootsy acoustic Paul Simon-influenced thing. Bizarrely not long after Vampire Weekend came out doing the sort of sound I wanted to go for but we tried to make So This is Great Britain part 2. 

There are some great songs and moments on the second album but we made it to try and fit a demand whereas the first album was just written from the heart and I wish I’d listen to my heart for the second album. 

Because TVT was in administration it took a long time before we were free and able to sign with anyone else. 

We didn’t sign with anyone else actually, The Orchard just bought the rights and they didn’t know what to do with us. They weren’t a traditional label. This was also a huge part in our downfall in trying to keep it moving forwards. It was just a fight with them trying to get the album out, which eventually happened in October 2009. There was no relationship there.” 

18 months later Alfie and Bryn had lost motivation, it wasn’t as fun as it used to be. The band played their last gig at The Garage on London Road in May which Rob and Dave joined in with. 

Alfie “I think playing live was always fun but in the back of your mind you knew you should’ve been doing better if we had more luck and you’re trying to keep it going with all your heart but you know that it’s going downwards instead of upwards. It was heartbreaking but playing live was always fun.” 

After The Holloways ended Alfie didn’t lose the love of songwriting.  

“I’d always written so many songs that I knew we couldn’t play with The Holloways so it was always a dream for me to be able to write the songs that come to me and get them to other artists but other artists in England don’t really take songs that are pre-written, you just have to write with them which is very restrictive. 

You have to play to their taste and ego rather than just saying “look here’s this great chorus you, should use it” because they have to feel that the song has come from them which I understand but I don’t think it’s always best for the song or the best for the artist. 

I miss the excitement, the optimism, the hope, the laughter the making music that you know is making a difference and connecting with people.” 

The Nambucca team didn’t take long to re-establish themselves as they opened up another venue, The Flowerpot, just up the road in Kentish Town. Each night a band would play for free, sometimes you’d come across a hot new thing, sometimes you’d stumble into chaos as The Kooks or Adam Green would be playing. It would go down in history as the first London venue that The Vaccines played in, there were more people trying to get into the intimate boozer than there was inside.  

Unfortunately, the Kentish Town good times at The Flowerpot were short-lived. After building up another great reputation the lease was sold without them knowing and they would have to find a new home in October 2010. It wasn’t over for Jay and Dave as it was just another short trip up the road into Camden where they opened The Wheelbarrow, another pub that focussed on live music. Then in February 2013 the team gave it one last go in Camden as they took over Monarch. 

Devasting news came in October 2014 as Rob died of an overdose. Rob was a much-loved character in the scene. After leaving The Holloways he formed Hares but over the years he’s played with Babyshambles, Larrikin Love, Patrick Wolf and The Paddingtons. While he was having success as a musician he was also battling a heroin addiction. Aged just 28, after several unsuccessful spells of rehab in the UK he went on a trip to Thailand to clean up but never came home, leaving behind a wife and a child. 

Alfie  “This is very easy and very difficult. Rob loved making music. He came up with the line “generate the music that makes you feel better” which is exactly what he did. 

He was warm, funny, different, a dreamer, an idealist, very open and accepting. His ability on the guitar and all instruments was amazing and he had a really unique warm voice. I loved to sing with him as we really complimented each other. I loved writing with him because I was a real lyric and melody guy and it was amazing coming up with unique guitar parts. 

The two examples of this are So This is Great Britain?, which I wrote as a poem and he came up with all the amazing guitar moves and Two Left Feet was also a great riff of Rob’s which fit perfectly together with the night out narrative lyrics that I put together with a bit of help from Dave. 

Onstage he would really go for it and had a real energy, he just got lost in the music and he really inspired me to do the same, I think we inspired each other. There was really healthy competition in The Holloways both in the way we sang and moved about on stage and also the way we wrote but the way we wrote felt completely healthy and never like a competition. 

My favourite memory is when The Holloways were first getting together and I’d gone for a walk in Hampstead and who did I find on the streets but Rob with his violin busking. He then gave me my first ever magic mushroom and the world went violet and we went up onto Hampstead Heath and the grass was a lovely tinge of green/purple and I just remember singing songs and laughing before we went to a pub where we could only find a ladies toilet which we had to keep using embarrassingly. 

I also have to say what an amazing feel Rob had on the guitar. He might not have been technically the greatest guitar player ever I think what makes any guitar player great is the feel and the character that’s inimitable and Rob had that. 

He was also the only guy who could make the violin punk rock and in the early Holloways days you’d see him doing gigs with Fast Lane Roogalator and Larrikin Love, this was again a reflection of Rob’s freedom and spirit for playing music, which is why he ended up starting another band when things went wrong with The Holloways, he needed to be playing. 

I miss my bandmate I miss my friend.” 

Nambucca finally reopened in October 2014 but it wasn’t the same. The new management had invested money into refurbishing the place and hosted gigs by Wolf Alice, The Enemy, Wretch 32, The Wombats and the Fat White Family but it never captured the vibe that the original Nambucca had. You simply can’t buy stories. 8 years later, following 2 years of struggle during the COVID-19 pandemic the management team behind Nambucca announced that it was no longer financially sustainable and that it would close in May 2022. 

Beans On Toast

Jay McAllister, better known as Beans On Toast isn’t your typical icon. When he wasn’t managing London’s best boozers, small venues and club nights he was probably on a stage or recording an album (always released on his birthday, 1st December). 

Sensible Sundays were Jay’s opportunity to stand on a chair a tell a story. Each week he’d write some songs about what went on at the weekend, mostly drug-related and although there are folk influences in there, he’d never be categorised as ‘folk’. 

Jay “I moved to London with a band that fell apart and went into promoting but I was always writing songs. I used to sing in an American accent and I met this guy who told me to sing in my own voice. Once I did that it instantly became Beans On Toast. Once I found my voice I started to change the way I wrote songs.  

My intention was to start a band, I had 5 or 6 songs and at Glastonbury in 2005, I played the songs solo and realised halfway through the set that it made sense for it to be solo, the songs were direct and it worked. Singing songs about getting hammered at festivals to people getting hammered at festivals was an easy shot and it just rolled from there, one gig led to another, over 15 years later and I’m still doing it. Still finding influences in life, love, art, drugs. I’m older, experienced,  

I release the music myself, I know how it all works now. I take my music more seriously than I did, I’m not as hammered as I was but the songwriter element has stayed the same. I manage my own social media accounts, it is a necessary evil. You can’t put a genie back in the bottle, I don’t know how I’d promote a show without it.” 

He’d play 3 or 4 London gigs a week (on his nights off from promoting), then his flatmate Frank Turner invited him on his first headline tour, on the condition that he’d record an album, something he’d refused to do previously.  

Jay “Over the years my fanbase has grown, touring with Frank Turner is always great, he’s a pal, he plays to massive crowds and his fanbase is kind and if he says he likes you they like you as well.” 

On the 1st December 2009 Beans On Toast released his debut album, Standing On A Chair. The 50 track (yep, 50! He’d already written 46 so he round it up to 50) was put out by Xtra Mile and features guest appearances from Emmy the Great, Justin Young (Jay Jay Pistolet/The Vaccines), Rebecca Taylor (Slow Club/Self Esteem), The Holloways and Frank Turner and it was recorded at Ben Lovett’s (Mumford & Sons) parent’s house, over the course of one weekend. 

He’d got to the stage where his friends had started to get bored of constantly seeing him play and had some fans but not enough to fill a room so he threw a birthday party/album launch party so that his mates had to come along at The Flowerpot on the 1st December. 

The second and third albums coincidentally were ready for release around the same time and it became a tradition ever since which has made it easier for getting festival bookings each summer as he’ll have another set of songs to play, even if everyone wants to hear MDMA-azing. 

Frank Turner

After discovering the punk and hardcore scene, music has dominated Frank Turner's life, he formed Kneejerk when he was 13 before joining Million Dead then going solo. It has been rare moments when Frank hasn’t been on tour or making an album. He might not fit in the indie scene sonically but his DIY ethics have given him the kudos to belong there. One night he could be playing a pub, the next he might be selling out an arena thanks to his hard work and core fanbase. He's become a cult figure for many without being cool or on-trend. 

In his teens he found himself living a double life after getting a scholarship for Eton, he didn’t fit in with the other pupils, except for 3 others, the only 3 to know about punk and hardcore. He formed Kneejerk with them in 1998 and at weekends they’d head to London and hang out with the punk kids, at squat gigs, a community they belonged in, however, some would reject them because of their Eton background, something Frank has had to fight against his whole career, his parents didn’t pay him into the school, he was awarded a scholarship.  

In 2001 he was invited to join London punk band Million Dead by the drummer of Kneejerk. Million Dead gained a following in the underground hardcore movement and Frank developed the skills of being a fearless frontman with overly pretentious lyrics. The band and the lifestyle was everything to Frank. 

2 years later he found a new community in London at Nambucca where the indie scene was thriving. He ended up moving in so he was always around the scene despite never really liking the music. Jay becoming Beans On Toast inspired Frank to pick up an acoustic guitar but there wasn’t space for that in the punk movement that he was still in with Million Dead, he was living a double life again. The band split up in 2005 as they could no longer be friends, Frank was gutted.  

He started performing at folk nights in London before touring with the bands he was friends with from Frog and Nambucca. He went on tour for 2 years, some nights playing to a couple of people, gaining the skills to entertain, all he asked for in return was £50 and a place to stay. His vocal style was crafted during these times as he often found himself having to shout over people talking in the crowd. 

He drew inspiration from Neil Young, Johnny Cash and Bruce Springsteen as well as Kid Harpoon who was a regular on the Nambucca stage. 

After signing to Xtra Mile Recordings in 2006 Frank Turner released his first solo EP Campfire Punkrock in May and recruited members from Dive Dive (a band he’d met on a previous tour) who would go on to become the founding members of The Sleeping Souls who are more than just Frank’s backing band. 

After spending years in tiny pubs, the venues got bigger but nothing could prepare him for his first stadium experience when he was invited to support Green Day at Wembley Stadium in June 2010 where the space between the stage and the front row was bigger than the venues he’d played in the early days. 

By 2012 he had started to build up a fan base so big that he sold out Wembley Arena where Beans on Toast supported him (the pair had spent many tours together). That year would continue to spiral as he performed the Olympic Opening Ceremony. He was living upstairs at The Wheelbarrow at the time, Dave (Danger) asked Frank if he was watching the opening ceremony at the pub, sworn to secrecy Frank casually made up an excuse. After the performance, instead of heading to the showbiz after-party Frank went home to the pub and received a hero’s welcome. 

The COVID-19 pandemic hit Frank hard. After years on the road, he was forced to stay home but he used his power to help others with livestream gigs. The first one was to raise money for his touring crew then he teamed up with the Music Venue Trust to support the independent venues and encouraged other artists to do the same. 

Creativity continued to flow through Frank, leading to his ninth album, FTHC which topped the charts when it came out in February 2022. It is his most honest album yet as he sings openly about depression and anxiety, learning to live a drug-free life, dealing with the death of his friend Scott Hutchison who was the frontman of Frightened Rabbit and committed suicide, the trauma of Eton, his relationship with his dad and acceptance that his dad is now a woman. 

Sensible Sunday, at Nambucca, then in Camden gave people a stage and an opportunity, many of those people went on to bigger things… 

Laura Marling

Laura Marling was the first to get noticed with her wonderful debut, Alas, I Cannot Swim (produced by Charlie from Noah & the Whale and members of Mumford & Sons performing on it) released in February 2008 when she was just 18. Laura’s career has been a steady progression as each album has shown growth and maturity, establishing herself as one of the country's best songwriters without ever really going mainstream. In 2011 she won Best British Female Solo Artist, “Who is Laura Marling?” trended online after. You can imagine she will continue to do what she does for decades and there will always have an audience without making any sacrifices.  

Noah & the Whale

Noah & the Whale followed Laura (Laura guests on their debut album) with a twee pop debut, their sound got bolder and bigger but the three albums that followed never reached the same level of success, or catchiness of the nostalgic single, 5 Years Time.

Mumford & Sons

And then there’s Mumford & Sons, who went from being Laura Marling’s backing band to the biggest band in the world for a couple of years.

The band formed while 3 of them were still touring and recording with Laura Marling. This helped them find an audience when they started uploading songs, including Little Lion Man, The Cave and Awake My Soul to MySpace. These demos already felt like they had been made by an established band, but they were their first songs. 

They spent a couple of years touring but there wasn’t a lot of hype around the band when debut album, Sign No More was released in October 2009. as each week by the songs were getting more radio play but it took 18 months for the album to reach no.2 in the charts and Little Lion Man became a crossover hit for generations, it was impossible to avoid it, even in the US.

Mumford & Sons were different, they looked like farmers, they played the banjo and mandolin, traditional folk instruments but, in reality, the songs are pop songs, big pop songs, with massive chorus’, it shouldn’t work, but it did. The success of the debut on both sides of the Atlantic forced the band to tour it and milk it. 

The band were probably as desperate to release Babel as much as their fans were, they had been playing the same set for 5 years. It was grander but it still featured their folk tones and it topped charts around the world, including both the UK and the States, they were selling out arenas and in 2013 they headlined Glastonbury. They started to drop the folk novelties and the albums that followed, replacing the acoustic guitars for electric but they still hit no.1 in the charts.

Controversy hit them in 2021 when Wintson Marshall praised Unmasked: Inside Antifa's Radical Plan to Destroy Democracy, a book by far-right journalist Andy Ngo. After criticism Winston apologised, which drew more criticism, not just to himself but to his bandmates, he left the band so that he could continue to speak freely without others feeling the consequences. Cancel culture at its deadliest. 

Jay Jay Pistolet

Frank Turner references’ those Nambucca days on several songs but he predicts something that might have taken longer to happen than he expected but he nailed it when, on ‘I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous’, he sings “Justin is the last of the great romantic poets and he’s the only one amongst us who is ever going to make it”, Justin, being Justin Young who at the time was the criminally overlooked Jay Jay Pistolet. It’s kind of mad that he never got to release an album, his songs were years ahead of his peers, it was odd when he went quiet but we’ll come back to his return later… 

Florence & the Machine

Jay McAllister “We put on a party in Camden where Florence performed without an instrument, she banged her foot on a stage and sang acapella, I thought she should be a worldwide superstar, she had it all, she was special so it was amazing watching her flourish into that.” 

Is Florence & The Machine a band fronted by the energetic front-woman Florence Welch or is it Florence Welch’s stage name? Flo’s story was another interesting one that pre-dates the era when everybody shares online. Florence was the Florence, keyboard player Isabella Summers was the initial Machine. In their teens they would perform as Florence Robot/Isa Machine. It wasn’t a name Flo particularly liked but she had no other names ahead of her first gig and it just stuck.  

Florence was a special one from day one. Full of confidence and personality in a male-dominated indie scene. She proved that you didn’t need to have balls to be a rockstar. 

The first elements can be found when Flo was part of London band, Ashok where their 2007 album featured a song called Happy Slap, which would go on to become Kiss With A Fist, Florence & the Machine’s breakthrough single, released in June 2008, over a year before the debut album. Whilst Kiss With A Fist was an underground hit, Dog Days Are Over, which came out in December saw the band reach the mainstream, the hype built as they were awarded the Critics Choice awards at the 2009 Brit Awards and the debut arrived in the summer. 

Instead of tripping up on album 2, she outdid what the debut did with Ceremonials and she started to become a success in the States too. Florence wasn’t your “typical” pop star (pre-2010 “pop” wasn’t credible like it is today) and she had outgrown the “scene”, being in the middle of these two worlds can be lonely but with each album she has established herself as a credible artist.

North London bands

Screaming Ballerinas

Laura Marsh “When I was a kid I’d mince around pretending to be Debbie Harry and Chrissie all the time. I remember thinking Chrissie Hynde was the coolest ever when I was about 8! I watched my dads Old Grey Whistle test videos, Blondie, The Pretenders, The Strokes, YYYs were the bands that made me want to be in a band!  

Screaming Ballerina’s formed in Nambucca, I poached my guitarist Ollie from another band and he helped me develop my songs into bangers. The rest of the band were gathered together pretty quick and the next thing we knew we were playing tours in Europe! A lot of that was thanks to MySpace. That was an incredible tool for getting yourselves out there as an unsigned act. Favourite gig was probably In Perugia in Italy. A massive crowd of people yelling the words I’d written back at me. I crowd surfed and nearly cracked my head open! 

It was the best time ever as I was touring and gigging with my best friends and performing my songs to amazing audiences! But it was tough being young and being in charge of something so sensitive. We suffered lots of heartbreaks but also played some of the most amazing shows so I have no regrets. And we pretty much spent the entire time laughing our arses off when we toured so it doesn’t get better than that. We definitely were under pressure to be a big thing which was weird because all I really wanted was for it to be a little punk band. I don’t think I wanted to be massively famous. But again, being such a young person you can be easily persuaded to push things in the wrong directions. I’ve learned a lot from that time.  

Nambucca was incredibly important. It felt like a weird little universe and those guys were my family. A church of broken glass and glitter on the floors. I broke many tables jumping up and down at the gigs that happened in that place. There were dark days and nights there too. But the good times were the best times.” 

Bombay Bicycle Club

Quartet Bombay Bicycle Club formed just because they wanted to play at school assembly but they found themselves on the London circuit before entering and winning the Virgin Mobile’s Road to V which was aired on Channel 4. The prize? They opened V Festival in 2006.  

After 3 years of touring, releasing EPs and building up a fan base the band signed a deal with Island Records and released debut album, I Had the Blues But I Shook Them Loose. It wasn’t an overnight success but the band have consistently challenged themselves, evolved and grown. The hard work has paid off with a no.1 album and they still sell out venues around the UK. 

Cajun Dance Party

Bombay Bicycle Club were the catalyst to Cajun Dance Party who formed so they could compete with them at the battle of the band competition at school. The teenagers continued with it, became regulars at Way Out West and uploaded demos to MySpace before signing to XL.

The band released one album, The Colourful Life in 2008 but split up later in the year. In the ashes of Cajun Dance Party came Yuck who released 3 albums over 10 years.

NEXT CHAPTER

[juliendesclefs]

40th Marle Does Things ; Happy birthday to the star of the serie !

Hi everyone !

For this 40th Marle Does Things, our favourite evil girl takes a pause from her schemes to make her own birthday party !

What's inside the presents ? It's up to your imagination (don't worry, it's nothing good)!

Hope you like it.

Marle from Puyo Puyo Tetris2 © SEGA.

[inkdrinkerworld]

you’re more than a little drunk and your boyfriend looks for you, only to find you in the oddest place

“Have you seen dove?” Remus asks Sirius, not completely concerned, but just mildly.

You’re at a small house party at James’ place and you’d had a few drinks well before you’d run off to dance with Mary and Dorcas.

Sirius and James are playing beer pong, James has significantly more cups than Sirius but they’re seasoned at this- years of collage parties had prepped their livers well.

“Last I’d seen her she was doing shots with Marls.” Sirius smiles as he says it, anyone doing any drink with Marlene was chaos in the making.

Remus shakes his head fondly, looking out to the kitchen to see if he can spot you.

He finds Marlene but he can hear her laughing at something and calling your name. He can see Mary and Dorcas too, the both of them trying to stop you from doing something.

“Good luck,” James says as he lands a ball into Sirius’ cup with little effort. The black haired man groans as he downs the shot.

“Come out from under there,” Marlene laughs as you shake your head, Remus right behind her and catching full sight of you laying under the kitchen table with your hands folded under your head.

“Just need the quickest nap ever, guys. Then m’gonna find Remmy.”

Remus chuckles, patting Marlene on the shoulder to let her know he has it from here.

“There may or may not have been lemon sours involved.” Dorcas says, laughter colouring her words as she, Mary and Marlene back away.

Remus turns to you, all fond and sticky with adoration.

“Hi dovey.” Your eyes barely open.

“Remmy? I think m’drunk.”

Remus chuckles, bending to fit under the table with you. He sits where you’re laying down, his hand coming to stroke your cheek.

“That’s alright. Are you having fun?”

There’s cheering that you hear somewhere far away- James has beaten Sirius less than twenty feet away but your ears feel stuffed up.

“So much fun! Getting drunk with Marls and Dorcas and Mary’s the best.”

Remus smiles, leaning down to kiss your temple. “I bet. Wanna go home and take a nap? Or is the floor suitable?”

You hum, your breathing deepening slightly as Remus continues to stroke the hair at your temple back into the rest of your hair.

“S’suitable,” you mumble after a couple minutes and Remus resigns himself to sitting with you for a few more minutes.

He sees the minute you fall asleep, and snaps the fastest photo ever. Then you call, “Remmy?”

“M’right here, my love.”

You smile slightly, and press your head back into his touch.

“Can we get chips on the way home? With salt and malt vinegar?”

Remus laughs, laying beside you now completely. Your head comes to rest on his chest, your hand slipping under his shirt to trace the scar on his abdomen.

“Course, dove. You just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

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SALTWATER BLUES ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂ𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

CHAPTER ONE — ENDLESS INTERACTIONS!

pairing; childhoodbestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: You return to the outer banks after moving away with your mother at 13, leaving your best friend Rafe, alone and confused with no way out. Now you're back, 6 years later.. and it's an absolute shit show.

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Rafe threw his head back as he snorted his first line of the night, the rush quickly making its way to his brain as his body relaxed. He sniffed more from the intrusion, scanning his eyes over the crowd of people at the party on a normal night in the outer banks.

"My boy knows how to party!" Topper enthusiastically claimed, walking up to Rafe who was sat around the glass table on the balcony.

"Shut up topper" He grumbled in reply, glancing over at the girl following behind his blonde friend. "Rafe, this is Marley. Said she wanted to get to know you"

The girl batted her eyelashes at Rafe, her legs glistening in her very short skirt. "not happening" Rafe replied, preparing the next round of his supply as he waved his hand at the pair in front of him to go away.

"Well, the king has spoken. Sorry Marls, he's been a bit grumpy for well.. always."

Rafe rolled his eyes at Topper's words, not even bothering to watch as the girl walked away begrudgingly.

"When are you gonna move on man, I mean we all loved her but.. she's not coming back." Topper sighed, sitting on the chair next to Rafe. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know the first thing about me and her. " He snapped back, his blood boiling at the mention of you, as it always did.

He was so angry.

So angry that you had left him without a goodbye. So angry that he couldn't hold your hand or cuddle you. So angry he couldn't just have you back.

But what made him the most angry, was that it wasn't angry at all.

He could never be angry at you. All he wanted was you back in his arms, but he knew that was never happening.

And he was yet to make peace with that fact.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"I've missed you so much!" Kie squealed as she ran into your arms, pushing you back as you giggled and hugged her. "I've missed you too Kie. It's been too long," you replied solemnly, pulling back to look at her face for the first time in years.

"Outerbanks hasn't been the same without you" Kiara replied, squeezing you extra tight as she pulled back. You just smiled in response, taking a deep breath of the fresh Obx air you didn't know you missed so much.

"Well c'mon, we have swimming to do." You giggled, pulling off your shirt and shorts to reveal your bikini underneath, feeling the soft sand between your toes.

You couldn't wait for her as she shimmed out of her clothes, looking at her and smiling before running to the water.

You had only been back in the Obx for a matter of hours, digging through your suitcase to find the first bathing suit you could see before running out of your house.

The feeling of the fresh, clear, water on your skin as you dived under waves was unmatched to anything you had felt before. Like before this, you had never even lived before.

All the worries and panic about coming back home dissipating the second you touched the sea.

You don't know how long you were swimming, but the second you came back to consciousness the sun was setting over the horizon.

As you swam back to the shore, you heard a bustle on the sand in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at the commotion, your feet finding their way to the sand below you as you walked out of the water.

Having only spent about 6 hours back in the Outerbanks, you hadn't yet become acquainted with the nightlife of the teenagers of Kildare.

You heard your name being yelled behind you as you walked up the beach to your towel and clothes, turning around to see Kiara now fully dry and fully dressed.

"Oh my god, you were swimming that whole time? I thought you went home!" Kie gasped as you noticed a red solo cup in her hand.

"I always lose track of time out there. What's all this?" you questioned, looking around at the crowds of teenagers and music pumping in your ears at the once peaceful boneyard.

"Kegger, Wait! C'mon, The boys will be so happy your back!" She enthusiastically replied, pulling you towards the crowds while you were still drying off with your towel.

"Wait Kie!" you gasped, much preferring that she gave you the chance to put on some clothes first.

"Guys! Look whose back" Kiara exclaimed, pulling you out from behind her to see the trio of troublemaking pouges from your childhood.

"Hey, no way! The kook princess is back in town" JJ gasped, pulling you in for a hug as you smiled. "Hey J"

You were never that close with the Pouges, because well you were never in the same circle as them. Though, Pope's dad Heyward knew your father from childhood and was at your house from time to time.

After exchanging hugs with the rest of the boys, they soon went into a conversation about god knows what, letting you have the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

You sighed to yourself as you walked down the beach, attempting to escape the commotion of the Kegger. It wasn't dark yet, so you found yourself sitting in the soft sand, staring at the waves in peace.

You were yet to see or hear of the Cameron boy you had been thinking about your whole life.

Wondering what he had been up to for the last 6 years of your life. Was he in college? What did he look like now? Was he tall, handsome?

You had endless amounts of questions, but you were still undecided if you actually wanted them to be answered.

You brought your legs into your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself, letting your head rest on your arms as you stared into the horizon.

You looked behind you as you heard voices, watching a girl climb onto a red buoy that had washed up on the shore. You squinted your eyes as you saw a familiar boy lend her a hand to get down.

Topper.

As Sarah looked over the shore from her view, she noticed you sat alone. And i mean, you're someone people never forget, and along with the fact she hadn't stopped hearing about you from her older brother since she could remember.

You hear your name from behind you as you turn, seeing Sarah run up to you with Topper following cluelessly behind.

"Hey Sarah" You sigh, trying to be as enthusiastic as possible but you can't help but crave silence right now.

"What're doing back here, I thought I'd never see you again" She exclaims, leaning down to hug you. "Can't get rid of me that quick"

"Hey Topper" You spoke, watching as he nervously peered at you behind Sarah.

As much as you loved Sarah, you guys were never close. Sure you could have a good conversation with her occasionally, but you were always closer to Topper, because well, where you went, Rafe went.

You watched as someone called Sarah's name, making her turn around and walk towards the voice. Leaving you and Topper alone on the shore.

Instead of following her, he took a seat next to you on the sand.

"We've missed you a lot y'know" He sighed, shuffling closer to you as you turned to him "He's not doing good, at all. He needs you"

You felt a tear making its way down your cheek at the mention of Rafe, turning away quickly to wipe it off your face. "See him soon alright, please"

With his last statement, he got up and left you to your thoughts.

When your mom decided to whisk you away back to the mainland, you didn't only lose your father and all you knew, but the love of your life as well.

You and Rafe were inseparable, and you had always wondered what your life would be like if you never had left.

You looked over the crowd at Kie, who was having fun and laughing with her friends. Deciding against having the whole 'I'm going home now' conversation where you knew she was going to try to get you to stay, you walked the length of the beach back to your house.

You didn't even know how you would go about seeing Rafe again. Were you gonna show up to his house and offer milk and cookies, or hide from him for the rest of your life until you could have plastic surgery to change your face so he couldn't recognise you?

Probably the latter.

You held your shoes in your hands as you walked up the staircase to your room, your dad nowhere in sight, and the house as quiet as it was in your childhood.

You sighed as you flicked the light on in your room, the sky outside now pitch black.

You immediately start pulling off your shirt and shorts which were over your bikini. The mixture of the sand and the still-damp swimsuit making you squirm.

You look over to your balcony and realise your curtains are still open, making the wise decision that you should probably shut them before completely stripping, you walk over to the window.

You reach to each side of the fabric, beginning to pull them into each other before your eyes are cast to the light in front of you from outside.

You look over to the bedroom opposite yours out the window, clothes strewn across the floor, the bed unmade... Oh! and your childhood best friend staring right at you in utter shock.

Shoot, there goes your master plan.

[luveline]

How about ploy marauders going to a party and Sirius promised to do readers make up, but is late so the other two are making an attempt. Sure they might know how to do Sirius's messy style, but do they know big dramatic styles? Can James do a perfect wing?

<3 fem, 1k

“Can you stay still?” Remus asks, turning your face a half inch where it’s held in his hand. 

“Can James stop kissing me?” you ask. 

James pulls his face from the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “Sorry, are you busy?” 

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself.” 

You smile. Remus rubs the softest curve under your eye with his thumb, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, concentrating instead on your face and the wetness of your makeup where it’s beginning to sink in. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs. 

“You know better than I do,” James says. 

You don’t know a thing about it, that’s why you’d arranged for Sirius to do your makeup tonight before Marl’s birthday bash, but where is your awful boyfriend? Late, decidedly unavailable for makeup-ing. 

“You’ve done his mascara a thousand times,” James argues with Remus. 

“Yes, but Sirius has never asked me to do his blush.” Remus’ hand moves to the side of your face. “You are lovely, though. I think using only a little of everything is working in our favour.” 

“Sirius only lets him do mascara because he already has nice eyelashes,” you worry. It won’t matter if Remus messes up or doesn’t get close enough to the root. 

“Yes, and because he likes it when Remus holds his face like that,” James points out, eyeing Remus’ hand where it stays at your cheek. Remus has long fingers, ever-so slightly thick with two golden rings that kiss your chin as he lets his hand fall, and he’s always gentle. 

“James, I’m tapping out.” 

James pretends to roll up sleeves he isn’t wearing, your bulkiest boyfriend in a short-sleeved t-shirt that showcases the lean muscle of his forearms, the not so lean ridges of his biceps. They tense as he sits up, his knee jabbing yours, the bed creaking dangerously beneath your angled weight. “What’s there left to do? She’s gorgeous.” 

“What did you want?” Remus asks you. 

“Uh, I wanted, you know…” You sound ridiculously shy. You wish you could just do all of this faff by yourself rather than force their attention, but neither boy seems annoyed. “He does that smudgey eyeliner, it makes my eyes look bigger. And lipgloss, but I can do that myself.” 

“Are you kidding? That’s the best part,” James says. He gives you a smile confident enough to reassure you and handsome enough to make you shy from his touch all over again. “Pass me the black pencil, Remus. I’ve got this.” 

James does not got this, his expression melding from happy, adoring, to perturbed, and then annoyed. “Aw, I’ve fucked it.” 

Remus shakes his head vehemently. “You haven’t! We just need a wet wipe.” 

They search the room for Sirius’ wet wipes and come up empty-handed. A towel is wetted and taken carefully to your eyes instead, cold and rough on your eyelids. 

“Be gentler,” Remus whispers. 

James is practically atop you know, your chin tilted up to his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers in turn, then to you solely, “‘m I hurting you?” 

“No.” You’re whispering too. It feels appropriate; they’re both very close to you, and this movement might fix or ruin your makeup with the party’s start time drawing ever closer. 

“I think I’ve fixed it,” James says, taking the pencil up again, the nib soft as it rolls over the corner of your eye. “Sirius can perfect it in the car, right?” 

“I thought you were good at everything?” you ask. 

James turns your face up impossibly higher, craning his head down for a peck. “Yes,” he whispers severely, “I’m good at everything. But Sirius is usually better. Quick, let’s find your lipgloss before we’re late.” 

Remus tries to tell James that it isn’t true, a serious conversation at a bad time, and James won’t listen to a word of it. They quibble over who’s doing your lipgloss, bathe you in compliments when they’re done —aw, dove, you look so cute, and cute? she looks perfect— then suddenly an abrupt beep is sounding outside. The three of you scramble into your jackets and down the stairs, meeting Sirius where he leans against the car. He throws the keys to Remus, ushering you into the backseat with him for some last minute clean up. 

“Hey, they’ve done a good job,” he praises, another hand on your face to turn it up kindly to the light. “Did you bring your lipgloss?”  

You nod quickly and dig for it in your jacket. 

“What!” James says from the front, turning in the passenger seat to complain. “That’s the one thing we did perfectly.” 

The car starts. Remus laughs to himself behind the steering wheel. 

“Did I say otherwise?” Sirius asks, letting his fingers curve toward the back of your neck. Pale in the light, eyes lit with something funny you’ve yet to hear, he dips in close to you and talks quietly, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d do your makeup for the party. But you’ve all done well without me, you look perfect, especially your lips.” 

“Then what did you want it for?” you ask, confused, your seat belt pulling as Sirius encourages you forward. 

“To reapply.” He taps your neck with a fingertip. “Spare a kiss? I promise I’ll fix any mess.” 

Commotion from the front seat.

“James–” Remus warns. 

“What? I want to watch.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly. 

“How am I a freak? She’s my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend, and you’re doing that voice like you’re gonna lay her down in the back seat.” 

“James.” 

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Chaperone

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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

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cw: smoking, drinking, fluff

You’re laying on the couch with your feet in Regulus’ lap while he reads. You are resting your eyes, but you swear you aren’t falling asleep. There isn’t much going on in the Slytherin Common Room. At least there isn’t until Dorcas is leaning over the back of the couch right above your face. She reaches down and pokes your cheek.

“Go away,” you grumble, turning onto your side. 

“You’ve been selected to come to Gryffindor with me!” Dorcas sings excitedly.

“I just went! Take Dory. Take Evan. Take Barty. Avery, Wilkes, Mulicber won’t go… Snape! He won’t need much convincing when you tell him Lily will be there!” 

“Ugh. Black, you want to go?” Dorcas asks Regulus, who doesn’t look up from his book. She’s still leaning over the couch.

“Quality time with brother dearest? I’ll pass, Meadowes,” he says, not looking up from his book. His book is resting more firmly on your feet so you know he’s at least listening to your conversation with some interest. 

“Which brings me back to you, lovely. Plus, you’ve been requested.”

You roll back onto your back and stare up at her.

“I’ve been requested? Who?”

“The Gryffindors? I don’t know. Marls didn’t specify.”

You glare up at her.

“Come up! Up you get! You’re changing and going!”

She grabs your hands and pulls you into sitting up. You groan. 

“Fine… But you owe me.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, you have changed into jeans and a simple black t-shirt and are following Dorcas out of the Slytherin Common Room. 

“Why do you still need an escort anyways? I think all of the Gryffindors know you are seeing Marlene,” you ask after a mostly silent walk.

“Less awkward than walking in alone,” she says. “God forbid I try to get our friend groups to mingle.”

You shake your head as Dorcas gives the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady. As she swings open, you are met with music and the smell of alcohol and smoke. You make a face and shoot a glance at Dorcas.

“I think they started without you,” you say.

“Come on,” she replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the room.

After a quick stop at the drink table, you head to the group’s usual location, the couches and armchairs by the fire. Marlene jumps up as soon as she sees Dorcas and they melt into each other. You take a seat in an armchair, looking around the room. Thanks to Dorcas dragging you up here a few times, you’re beginning to recognize more of the students not in your year. 

“You’re here!” Lily says, spotting you and coming over to lean on your chair. 

From the smell of her, she’s had a few drinks already. The party must have started before Dorcas ripped you from your rest on the couch. 

“I am,” you say with a smile. “Heard my presence was requested.”

You take a slow sip of your drink. Lily could be quite the talker, especially when she had a few drinks in her to ruin her filter. She slaps a hand onto your thigh.

“Yes! Oh my goodness! You’re the best!” she exclaims. “Pandora’s a bit… loofy? And the boys she’s brought up?” She takes a sip of her own drink and makes a face. “Bad energy. Combined with our boys? Boom. Mess.”

You give her an amused smile and scan where she came from. The Marauders are all talking to each other, but you swear you see James nudge Sirius and look in your direction. 

“I can’t imagine Regulus…”

Lily cuts you off. “Sirius’ brother? He’s never come.”

Dorcas leans over to you, Marlene’s arms still very much wrapped around her. “I ask and he always denies.”

You shoot her a look for eavesdropping. Lily’s hand is still on your thigh with a firm grip. 

“Marlene,” you say, getting the blonde’s attention, “where’s your cat?”

“Dorm. Too loud!”

You suppress a groan and lean back into your chair. The cat had been part of why you came. If you were going to be in another house’s common room, you wanted, needed something furry to pet you. You clutch your cup with both hands and stare into the drink. Lily mutters something about getting another drink and leaves you to your thoughts. You are certain that Marlene and Dorcas were going to be snogging soon enough, Lily was already well on her way to being drunk and Mary was nowhere to be seen. Everyone you usually spoke with was essentially unavailable. You look over at the boys again. Do you bother seeing if their conversation is tolerable?

You sip on your drink, nursing it for a while. You’re not sure where Lily disappeared to and the lovely couple next to you was snogging, as you had predicted. You find yourself staring at the fire, enjoying how the flames appear to dance to the music playing. It’s enough to make you smile. As you finish your drink, you cast a quick glance toward the boys. Lily had joined them, her arm wrapped around James’ neck and practically falling into his shoulder to keep her balance. You really hope one of the boys has the decency to cut her off, or at least make sure she makes it up to bed at the end of the night. 

With a sigh, you set your empty cup on the ground and move to leave the Gryffindor Common Room. Dorcas was still preoccupied with Marlene so you knew she wouldn’t be missing you. It wasn’t like you were deep in conversation with anyone. You were sitting alone by the fire, a lone Slytherin with no real reason to be there. You felt out of place. So you made the logical decision to leave. Pandora or Regulus would still be up and you could keep one of them company. After you close the portrait behind you and you start to walk away, you hear it open and close again.

“Leaving so soon?” Sirius asks. 

You shake your head in disbelief, turning around to see him approaching you. You wonder if he had been watching you from the table where he had been sitting. You didn’t want to overthink it or assume anything, but you could’ve sworn you caught him staring at you a few times during class. 

“There are better places for me to be right now.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug. “Was gonna go back to my dorm. Doubt Dorcas is missing me.”

“Marls is keeping her company.” Standing next to you now, Sirius throws an arm around your shoulder, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “How would you feel about being my chaperone while I get some fresh air, huh? Then you can sod off to wherever after I’m dropped off safe ‘n’ sound right here.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“You won’t have to say you had one measly drink and ditched the party. Sounds pathetic if you ask me.”

“Hmm, too bad no one’s asking, you dog.”

He smiles widely, looking down at you. He was hopeful that you would agree since you hadn’t shrugged his arm off.

“Good thing you’re a dog person then!” he says mirthfully. He steers you in the opposite direction of the Slytherin Dungeon. “Astronomy Tower has the best fresh air.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice in going,” you mutter as you allow yourself to be directed. 

“You’re the one not putting up a fight.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Something tells me you’re into that and I’d be chaperoning you anyways.”

“Something tells me,” he mimics you, “that you wouldn’t let a drunk person…” He stumbles briefly and uses you to stabilize himself. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. “Drunk person go to the Astronomy Tower alone,” he finishes. 

You both stop walking and look down at your hand on his chest. A faint blush dusts your cheeks as you remove both of your hands, clasping them in front of yourself. Apparently being a good person gets you stuck being people’s babysitter, you think. 

Once you reach the last staircase before the top of the Astronomy Tower, Sirius lets go of your shoulder and sprints up the stairs. You roll your eyes as you follow him up at your own pace. You started your evening in the dungeons and now you are going to the highest point of the castle. You were not going to be running. By the time you reach the top, Sirius is already leaning on the railing with a lit cigarette.

“I thought you wanted some fresh air?” you ask, hanging back.

“Air’s the freshest up here,” he says before taking a drag.

“So you decide to pollute it. Got it.”

You cross your arms and lean against the door frame. You didn’t need to be right up next to him to supervise him. You could see how his free hand was gripping his forearm as he leaned over the rail, letting the light breeze blow through his curls. It was moments like this where you saw what just about every girl in Hogwarts saw, the undeniable fact that Sirius was an attractive guy. After almost a minute, Sirius turns around to see where you are. 

“What you doing back there? Can’t chaperone very well from there.”

“Can too.”

“But what if,” he says, sliding his legs through the gap between rungs in the railing, “I were to slip?”

Your eyes go wide as his pelvis and torso follow his legs through the gap. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you nearly yell as you sprint toward him, knowing full well that you’d be too late to do anything.

When you reach the railing, he’s laughing as he’s barely hanging onto the bottom rung with both hands. You see he’s also balanced on a ledge that seems to be just his height below the platform.

“You’re a bastard, Black. You know that?” you ask, glaring down at him as your heart pounds in your chest. 

“I thought I was a dog,” he replies. “Now help me up, love.”

You hold out your hand and help him climb back up to safety.

“Where’d your cigarette go?” 

He laughs again. “You think I can pull that off and hold onto a lit cig? You must think quite highly of me.”

You give him a nasty look, which he just smiles at. He takes out the pack from his pocket and pulls out a fresh one, wasting no time in lighting it. He takes a drag and offers it to you.

“I know you don’t smoke,” he says with cheek.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the cigarette, ignoring his comment.

Now that you were sharing a cigarette with him, you stay at the railing with him. You have to admit to yourself that looking out at the night sky with the light breeze feels nice. Refreshing. Like the cold air had felt from that open window Sirius was smoking at when his friends sent you his way. 

Giving you a sideways glance, Sirius asks, “Did you know we have Charms, Potions and Dark Arts together?”

You scrunch your face, not looking at him. “Um, yeah?”

“Really? You knew that?”

“Did you just discover this?” you laugh, making him smile.

“Maybe…” he says almost shyly. “Can’t say I pay attention to everyone in my classes.”

“Hmm, I’m sure you’re paying attention to more important things.”

He hums in agreement. As he leans over the rail, you notice that he’s tapping his knee against one of the lower rungs. Your gut tells you it’s a nervous habit, but you’re not sure what he could be nervous about right now. Maybe he’s concerned a professor will find you up there? That doesn’t seem like it would be enough to set him off. Your punishment would be detention and Sirius wasn’t a stranger to detention.

“So why were you leaving the party?” he asks. 

“I was keeping the fireplace company. Parties can be pretty lonely when all your friends are distracted.”

“I could be your distraction,” he says with a smirk.

“Yeah, right,” you say sarcastically, taking the cigarette. After taking a drag, you add, “Even Marlene’s cat wasn’t around. Made sense for me to leave.”

“Thought you were a dog person?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t like cats. When Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs except for you, I have to settle for second best.”

“But why settle when the best is right here?”

You turn your head to fully look at him. Was he being serious? Was he flirting with you? You want to laugh at yourself. Of course he was flirting, this is Sirius Black of all people. You take another drag of the cigarette that you still had. After a moment of silence, you hand it back to him.

“I think you’ve had enough fresh air, Black. Let’s get you back.”

You hold out your hand for him to take, but he doesn’t. Instead he throws his arm around your shoulder again. You can tell whatever tipsiness he had coming up here had faded; he’s much more sure in his footsteps. Even his grip on your shoulder feels more sure. As you walk, he pulls out his pack of gum and offers you a piece. You take a piece and pop it into your mouth. The two of you don’t say anything until you reach the portrait. You stop walking a few steps away, causing Sirius’ arm to fall back to his side and him to turn around to look at you with a confused look.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

You raise one of your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Thought you said I could sod off to wherever when I got you back.”

“I mean, yeah, I did,” he says, giving you a half smile and scratching the back of his neck. “Just thought, you know, we were talking and you wouldn’t be keeping the fireplace company. You can hang out with me.”

“Like I said before, Black, your brother is more my speed.”

“Ah, come on, love. Don’t be like that. We can get the room playing a game or something. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, seven min-” he rambles until you put a hand on his shoulder, instantly silencing him. 

“Good night, Sirius. Make sure Lily gets to bed okay. She was looking a bit gone earlier.”

Then you turn and head for the dungeons. Your bed was sounding real good right about now. As you walked away, Sirius stared after you. He thought you were leaving because you had no one to talk to you and he had offered a fix to that, so why were you walking away?

---

Regulus is still on the couch where you left him. You pass behind him on your way to your dorm.

“You smell like him again.”

“If he makes a move on me, you’ll be the first one I tell.”

tags: @2dloveshp, @yearninglustfully, @made-for-oliverwood, @ilovejamespottersomuch, @hisparentsgallerryy

Hope y'all enjoyed it <3 Do I make this into a series? A little slowburn, if you will?

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Innocence

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring 😮‍💨, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!

summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it… and wanting to take it off you…

word count: 4.6k

a/n: guys.. dw there’s gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things i’m in love with this. lmk what you think :) also i’m not religious so if any of this is not accurate i’m sorry lol it’s for the plot

part two is posted!!! here

~~~

Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldn’t cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.

Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldn’t have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didn’t feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.

So, he eventually decided to ask you.

During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.

“Something wrong Rem?” You asked.

He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. “Why do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?”

“Oh.” You laughed for a few seconds. “Yeah, it’s stupid really, an old muggle tradition.” You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. “It’s called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.”

Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. “Why would anyone wait till marriage?”

You shrugged. “Muggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until they’re married. I think it’s stupid, but I still wear it.”

“So, you’ve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?” He questioned.

“Oh no, I haven’t done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. It’s sort of a nice accomplishment don’t you think? I’ve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I haven’t given in,” you answered.

He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasn’t completely impossible. He’d never seen you with hickeys, he’d never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.

“Surely you’ve at least done other stuff, right?”

You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. “Furthest I’ve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.”

Ah, so he was right about that.

“Besides, I don’t really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but that’s about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,” you added after swallowing.

So that meant...

“You haven’t done anything?” He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.

“No need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what I’ve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,” you replied with an eye roll.

Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks he’d spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences he’d never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasn’t a saint like everyone painted him out to be.

“I may be modest but that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin,” he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. “That went away a few summers ago.”

You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. “Well, cheers to that.”

“Cheers.” He nodded in agreement.

You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.

~~~

Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldn’t get any of it off his mind. When he’d see you, he’d always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.

Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.

The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.

He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.

“So, when did you get it?” He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.

“Get what?”

“The ring.”

You chuckled. “You’re still on about that? I suppose you aren’t too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my ‘loyalties’ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?”

Three questions were answered. Good.

Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. “Does that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?”

“Oh no. I give it to my husband of course,” you replied. “Do these look alright?”

He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. “Perfect. You can put them in.”

“You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says I’m perfect, I could faint,” you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.

He rolled his eyes. “I said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.”

You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never would’ve guessed just how innocent you were.

“How sweet of you.” You giggled.

“ ’Course, anytime love.”

He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.

You were teasing him.

It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.

And you were going to love it.

~~~

Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didn’t stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that weren’t necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.

During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didn’t understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.

The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and James’s parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldn’t focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.

It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.

From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.

“Why do you always stand on the sidelines?” You asked once you were close enough. “And if you’re going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.”

He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. “I’m not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely don’t dance.” He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. “Come on, that applies to cigs too?”

“And alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy don’t need to know about that,” you answered.

Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.

“You’re saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isn’t? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,” he eventually said.

You smiled and shrugged. “That’s muggle religion for you. It’s pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.”

“But a shag...”

“That’s universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.”

He released another breath of smoke. “Most of you?”

“Well, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, it’s technically up to everyone’s values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,” you explained. He watched you blush. “I don’t think I should compare virginity to murder though.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a fair comparison,” he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.

You turned even more red. “Sorry. But you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Everything is optional is what you’re saying.” He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. “So really, you could fuck someone before marriage.”

“I mean yeah, I could, but I don’t think I will,” you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. “It’s sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.”

“Do you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?” It was another question he’d been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.

“I think just the full thing. I don’t know. I don’t even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.” You put your face in your hands, Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry.”

He needed to do something. Now.

“Don’t be sorry love, it’s alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,” he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. “But you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.”

You were beyond flustered, and it showed. “Oh! That’s very um... generous of you, but I don’t think I’ll do any of that I mean... I don’t plan on it.”

He casually shrugged. “We all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.”

For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didn’t cave. At least, not yet.

“Perhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,” you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. “I should get back to Lily and Mary.”

“Right, it was nice talking,” he replied with a smile.

You nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

“Till then love.”

Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.

He was never one to give up easily.

~~~

You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.

After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.

“Hey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?” You asked.

You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. “Um, are you busy? It’s not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.”

He fought the urge to smirk. “I was just going to Lily’s little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?”

You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. “No uh... nothing's wrong. It’s just about... well... you know.”

“About what?”

“You know...”

“I don’t think I do love, you’re gonna have to use your words and tell me.”

He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.

“It’s about what we talked about at the party last weekend.”

“Oh?” He questioned. “What about it?”

He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. “You said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.”

“Yes, I did say that.”

“So... um yeah,” you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.

“Are you asking if that offer is still there?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! I mean, um, is it?”

He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.

“How about you come find out?”

You didn’t fight it. He was glad.

Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position he’d desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.

Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.

“Can I touch you?” He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.

“Yes, please,” you replied, your breath ragged.

He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.

You were perfect.

With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.

After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.

“Remus,” you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You lightly shook your head. “It feels so good, do not stop.”

“Do you want another one?”

“Yes.”

He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.

“Fuck Rem, I-” You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.

“You’re close.” It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I am,” you practically whimpered.

“Let go, love, it’s alright.”

Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.

You sat up, breathless. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just- you just- we just... I’m going to hell.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise it’s just a normal thing,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about being judged or anything, I’m worried because I don’t feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... don’t. In fact, I think I...” You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. “I think I want more.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. “More?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s only right that I return the favor.” He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. “You’ll have to show me how though.”

“Alright, only if, you’re sure. Don’t feel like you have to because I did something for you,” he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.

“I want to.”

He didn’t question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasn’t that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.

“Can I try something else?” You asked, your hand stopped.

He almost groaned from the lack of motion. “What?”

“Um, can I try using my um...” You pointed to your lips.

“Your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

How could he ever refuse?

It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he could’ve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didn’t dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.

He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didn’t pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.

“Was it good?” You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.

He smiled. “You were amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never even saw one in real life before this,” you replied with a laugh.

“That’s hard to believe,” he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “Do you want to try one more thing?”

“Depends on what thing.”

“I’ll do what you just did to me but on you,” he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.

“Oh yeah okay,” you spoke after a moment.

He kissed you again. “Lay down.”

You did as he said and soon it began.

He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.

When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.

A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didn’t dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.

“Remus,” you whispered. “Please.”

He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didn’t wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.

In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didn’t mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.

So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.

After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.

“I feel stupid,” you mumbled.

“Why?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. “I should’ve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyone’s so mad about this stuff, it’s unbelievable.”

“You don’t regret it then?” He asked.

“How could I? You’re just... Remus I...” You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. “I think we should do this again if you’d want to of course.”

He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasn’t about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.

“I wouldn’t want anything more,” he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.

Soon, it would be his. And so would you.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

NERD! A. ARLERT + PARTY GIRL! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you and armin have always been close...a little too close some might say but a couple drinks and an edible at a concert makes you grow closer than before.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, fluffy(maybe??) public makeout, public fingering, emo!eren because I haven't seen that before, goth!mikasa, college au, reader can also be perceived as scene, praise, and reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; comeback era! i couldn't resist but write a little something after seeing this armin fanart!! creds to @musapylsa for her art!! wrote this in one night

“C’mon, wake up. I can’t do all your work, y’know?” Armin says in your ear as you raise your head to look up at him with a pout. Armin’s cheeks bloom slightly pink at the sight of your messy hair sprawled on your face with that pout.

Sitting up, you groan as you lean back in your chair. “I’m not sleeping. I’m just thinkin’...” You mutter not listening to a single word of this boring ass lecture. You’re too tired, too. All you’ve been thinking about is what to do tonight, it feels like forever since you’ve done something. I mean, yes, you have gone out a lot, but when do you not? You just want to do something with your friends because they’re not party people like you are, well, maybe Eren is, but still not the level you are.

You’ve been so busy thinking about something you all would enjoy. “About what? You never think.” Armin says with a smile as you playfully glare at him. You slowly begin to copy some of his notes as you sigh.

“I was thinking about what to do tonight.” You admit as you lean almost on the blonde’s shoulder to read his handwriting. Armin nearly bursts into flames at how close you are to him, he gets so flustered easily around you. He just can’t help it when you’re so beautiful. 

“Didn’t you go out last night? Would it kill you to stay inside for a day?” Armin asks. He doesn’t get how you can constantly go outside and go party, he’s not really a party person. It’s mainly because he doesn’t like being there when you’re talking to other people, he gets jealous, and then he gets upset because he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. Armin’s feelings for you have always been more than a friend’s feelings should be, and to be honest, you have as well.

Those blue eyes and blonde hair have captivated you since high school, and you’ve never made a move, but you can’t help but let your stare linger when he’s around. “Probably. I wanted to do something with you guys because you don’t like parties, and I was thinking about something we could do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You know that parties aren’t all college is about, but there has to be some balance between all of that work and the parties, because all of this work is definitely a hassle.

An idea then sparks in your mind. “Oh! We could go to a concert, there’s one happening late tonight!” You say it louder than a whisper. A concert is the perfect idea, all four of you guys have gone to countless concerts together over the years, and it’s been fantastic.

Armin blinks at you through his glasses. “How are you going to manage getting tickets this last minute?” He asks in disbelief. Over the years and all the people that he’s known over the years, you’re the craziest person he’s known; not in the terms of partying or drinking, but because you always have the craziest ideas that always somehow manage to work out.

I mean, what do you mean you’re going to find four tickets to a concert the same day? “I’ll find out somehow. What, you don’t trust me?” You say flirtatiously as you lean close to Armin’s face, watching with glee as his face brightens up with a blush. Armin avoids eye contact with you as he feels his pants getting tighter.

“No, no! I do…I just…I don’t know.” Armin stammers over his words as you just stare up into him, fluttering your eyelashes. You grin and laugh. Armin is such a cutie, you’ve always wanted to make a move on him, but…you’ve been too scared that maybe it would mess up the group. Not to sound cocky but you were sure that he wouldn’t reject you, the way he looks at you, the way he’d be so nervous whenever you were a bit close. You were sure you could have him, but it wasn’t worth losing your other friends over. You just wanted all of you to be friends and…you were waiting for this to pass.

I guess it was taking a bit too long to pass. “Then trust me. We’ll be there tonight.” You say with a grin as you place your hand on his thigh, not missing the hard-on in his jeans and definitely not missing how it gets harder with your fingers placed on the seam of his pant leg.

Armin doubted you, even though he knew that you would find some way to do it. Just when he thought you would never get the tickets for this 8:30 PM concert and it was turning 7:00, he and Eren get that call from you with Mikasa in the background screaming about how fucking lucky the four of you are and how they should get ready. He couldn’t believe his ears. 

“I think tonight, I’m definitely gonna make a move on Mikasa,” Eren says as he smudges his eyeliner in the mirror, as Armin pulls his green tee over the white long-sleeve. Armin almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to Eren. It’s not like it’s that new of a topic, he’s heard Eren drunkenly talking about how fucking hot he thinks Mikasa is but he usually assumed it’s just guy talk. Lots of guys will call their female friends hot and never want to make a move, not because they can’t, but just because he doesn’t want to date her, but Eren has never talked about Mikasa like this before.

“What? You actually are gonna like…ask her out?” Armin says, trying to figure out the right words. He’s been talking the same in terms of this since middle school, if he had a quarter for every time someone would make fun of him for that, he wouldn’t be in student debt right now.

Eren turns his head as he pauses his smudges. “I mean, yeah. You think she’s not into me?” Eren says, turning back toward the mirror. Of course, Armin doesn’t think that everyone he’s ever met has been into Eren. He just thinks that maybe this will create a rift in the friend group, like maybe they’ll start dating and just start doing things on their own and never meet up with him or you ever again.

Armin hums nervously. “No…maybe she does, but like, don’t you think it’ll kind of ruin the group?” Armin asks. Not so much worried about them but about his feelings for you, he’s thought that maybe acting on his feelings would affect all of you guys’ friendship. If Eren doesn’t care and if Mikasa doesn’t care, then maybe that’s a green light.

Eren shrugs. “No, do you think so? I think it’ll just be us but like me and Mikasa are fucking like you and [Y/N].” He says with a teasing tone, which makes Armin blush. Eren had never stopped teasing Armin for his crush on you since he found out about it. Armin always denies it, but Eren does not believe him.

Eren has not believed him since the day he woke up to Armin moaning your name in his sleep. “We’re not! I don’t know why you keep saying that.” Armin says, embarrassed as he rolls his eyes. “And I don’t think it’d be weird…” He finishes as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

The brunette turns around and faces his childhood friend with a smug grin. “Great then…Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you can start tonight. Finally show her that new piercing. Because I’m sure, and Mikasa would be relieved once you two finally get together.” Eren says, gesturing to Armin’s mouth. Armin groans in annoyance. He hadn’t been intentionally hiding his new tongue piercing, you just hadn’t noticed for some reason. I mean, you definitely noticed how in the first few weeks of getting his piercing, he would speak in whispers and barely open his mouth, but after a few excuses, you stopped pushing it.

Armin did not even want the piercing. Eren had convinced him to get it because he was getting his eyebrow pierced and didn’t want to do it alone, claiming that the eyebrow piercing pain would be so harsh, and Armin should get a lighter piercing to help him with it. Armin fell for that bullshit just to have his tongue swollen and painful for weeks while Eren walked around pain free with a new piercing.

“You are so crude. We’re just really close friends, nothing about it.” Armin says, adjusting his glasses. Eren does not buy that excuse whatsoever, but he decides not to push it anymore because it will ultimately end in nothing.

Eren pushes his hair back into a man bun before shrugging. “Whatever, we should head over there, right?” He says, and Armin nods, watching as the man digs in his drawer and slips something in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to say anything about it.

The two men walk over to the door and open it just to see the two girls in front of it with Mikasa’s hand raised as if she were getting ready to knock. “Oh hey, we were literally about to get you.” She says with a smile on her face, although Armin is having a hard time focusing on her words when he’s too busy staring at you. That skirt is so flowy, and that tank hugs you so nicely that he can’t help but stare at your chest. With how the two of you girls are dressed, he feels as though he’s underdressed with just his dark-washed jeans and his layered shirts. 

You notice his gaze on your body and grin, but you don’t say anything about it. “We got drinks. We can pregame on the train. let’s go.” You say, grinning at the boys, smiling a bit too hard at the blonde. You guys would be taking the train if it wasn’t for Eren crashing his fucking car when he was drunk-driving but instead, you’re on the train to a concert. 

It doesn’t take too long to get to the train station, and it doesn’t take long for the train to come either. “I know you’re not really a drinker, so you won’t need that much.” You say to Armin as you two sit in a two-seater on the train in front of Eren and Mikasa, who had sat in the same seat. Armin gulps as you open up the bottle before holding it out to him. From how eager you are to drink with him, it makes him think you had a pregame for the pregame. “Open up, baby boy.” You say, grabbing hold of his chin, which makes the blonde’s legs shake in excitement. His hands go to the bottom of his shirt in an effort to pull it down and cover his boner.

Armin opens his mouth as he lifts his head in the air before you begin to pour the alcohol into his mouth until half of it is gone. Your gaze lingers on his Adam's apple bobbing from his swallowing rather than the colored liquid that falls into his mouth. Armin finally swallows the last bit and lets his lips linger on the opening, seemingly drinking down whatever was dripping, and looks at you as his face contorts into one of displeasure as if he had eaten an entire lemon. “Gross. You couldn’t have found a better tasting one?” Armin mutters as he sticks his tongue out in disgust, and there’s a gleam in your eyes.

You look as if you had just seen an angel yourself. “When did you get that?” You ask, almost dazed as you point at the ball on the flat of his tongue.

Armin sucks his tongue back into his mouth as he gulps. “A couple of weeks ago, I think a month. Eren convinced me.” He says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck, still coming back from the awful taste in his mouth. 

You think you’ll thank Eren for the rest of your life for this. You feel your panties sticking to your body just at the mere sight of that, and all the thoughts flood through your brain about what he could do with that. “It…it looks good.” You say with a ridiculous, silly smile on your face as you down the rest of the drink. Armin’s eyes linger on your lips wrapped around the opening, it’s almost like an indirect kiss, but it is not enough for him. He needs your lips on his, he needs your lips everywhere on his body.

“You guys want edibles?” Eren says, and Armin nods a bit too fast. Armin has always been more of a smoker rather than a drinker, and by smoker, he means eating edibles. It makes him feel better than drinking because he doesn’t think when he’s high; drinking makes him think so much that he can’t control what he’s saying. He needs to be both to balance it out. “There’s only two, so share,” Eren says, handing the boy a gummy.

Armin smiles before biting half of the gummy and offering it to you. You grin at the boy before leaning down and eating the other half, biting his fingers just a little bit with the most shit-eating smile on your face in the world. Armin is about to cum in his pants if you don’t stop what you’re doing. He knows you know what you’re doing. You know it too. You smile at him before leaning on his side and resting your head against his shoulder.

The blonde has always disliked how much of a tease you were. Grabbing his thigh, lying on him, holding him, you know the things that make him tick, and you know what makes his jeans get tighter, and you use it against him. It makes him so angry, but he can never stay angry with you. How could anyone? “You got those tongue piercings for the girls, huh? Want to learn new tricks to show off?” You say, peering up at Armin, who feels as though the alcohol is already hitting him. 

He scoffs, ignoring the heat on his face. “No…I just thought it’d be cool…” Armin says, shrugging his shoulders. Armin won’t lie, well, at least not in his head, he had thought about it a lot. He had thought about you a lot since this tongue piercing. He had thought about how bad he wanted to pry those legs apart and have his fit of blonde locks stuffed between them with his glasses in your hand as the other grabs at his hair as if he’s going to send you into a coma with how the ball of piercing rolls onto your clit.

Your moans would echo into his ears as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on you and ruining you. It’s been the center of his fantasy for a while, he’s dreamt about it while sneaking his hands in his pants, hoping Eren would be out for the rest of the night. Or when he’s in the bathroom with the shower running, trying to cover his whimpers. 

“Really? I’m surprised a little pervert like you hasn’t thought of anything like that, I definitely would.” You tease before looking away, but Armin does not miss how your hand lands on his thigh. He furrows his brows as he shuffles in his seat, already feeling the reality in front of him warping slightly. “Oh, we’re here.” You say as you remove your hand before standing from your seat as the train stops.

Armin says nothing as he stands as well and follows the three of you out of the train. You’ve always been touchy, but something about tonight makes him feel different than before. Maybe it’s his talk with Eren earlier and the fact that he knows that neither Eren nor Mikasa would care if anything happened between the two of you. Maybe he will do something tonight. I mean, he’s already seen Eren and Mikasa flirting not so subtly tonight. You don’t care. He doesn’t care. It won’t be that big of a deal.

By the time you four get to the concert, you’re about thirty minutes late and already drunk off your asses with all the bottles gone as well as high. “Oh my god! We got here just in time for the perfect song!” You screech as soon as you get done showing the security the tickets. Grabbing Mikasa’s hand, you drag her into the standing section, stumbling over your feet, listening to her laugh aloud. 

The two of you sing aloud with the lyrics, not caring if you can’t feel your throat in the morning or how sore your vocal cords will get. You smile at the black-haired girl as you run your fingers through her hair, which she has let down for once in a while. “You look so pretty tonight!” You scream at her as she smiles with her black lipstick stretching across her lips.

The girl stares at you with glee. “You look even better,” Mikasa says, and you giggle at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks to get closer to whisper to you. The girl glances a few feet in front of you at the boys, particularly Eren, and you notice this and know the secret is about him, so you nod. “I think I wanna…take Eren to bed tonight? We’ve been flirting all night.” Mikasa says with a grin as she briefly licks her lips without her lipstick faltering, not a bit, you might have to ask her what brand that is after all of this happens.

“Really? I mean, I’m not hating but…you don’t think that’ll like fuck up all of our group? Y’know what happened after that whole Sasha and Niccolo thing.” You say. Ever since you’ve witnessed how Sasha, Connie, and Jean have been a tad bit distant since they started dating, you didn’t want that to happen to you four. It’s not like they stopped being friends, but they just weren’t the same as before. That was your biggest fear.

Mikasa shrugged. “I don’t think so. I think it’ll be the same, we won’t make out in front of you all. It’ll be us, but sometimes we’ll do our own thing like normally, y’know?” She says, and you nod before smiling and laughing. Maybe it really isn’t that big of a deal, then if you do something with Armin, now you feel all silly for thinking that all of that time. 

“Then yeah. You should, I can get him for you!” You say getting excited about Mikasa finally finding someone for her. For eras and phases of your lives, you’ve heard Mikasa talking about finding her true love, and maybe Eren might not be that person, but you’re still happy for her for finding someone anyway!

Mikasa gasps. “You don’t have to, we can have our time, and then I could do that.” She says, and you shake your head at her words. You don’t take it very personally if she wants to spend time with Eren tonight, because with this newly found information, you have a new mission on hand.

You give her a sly grin this time. “Don’t worry, Armin will entertain me while you deal with emo over there.” You say, and Mikasa returns your grin before leaning forward to gently peck your cheek as a thanks for your actions. It’s not so much a sacrifice, it’s almost like a blessing for Mikasa because you can’t remember the last time she’s gotten some dick.

Slipping away from the girl, you head over to the two boys who are chatting and tap on Eren’s shoulder. “Mika wants you over there.” You say with a smirk on your glossy lips. Eren’s eyes light up with joy, and he shares a look with his best friend before scooting away toward the gothic girl, as you stay where you are watching as he does so. Once they start talking, you shift your gaze over to the boy you’re left with. It seems he had already been staring at you, not sparing a glance for his friend.

“Hey.” You say loud enough he can hear as you gaze up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. Armin stares at you as if he had never seen you a day in his life with those reddened scleras through the clear glass of his square glasses that hang low on his nose. 

'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off. Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth

“Hey.” He says more as a whisper, but you can still hear him. You smile as you hear your favorite song play; you hadn’t even realized it had been playing this entire time. It’s almost the perfect moment for it to settle in.

Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Armin looks so ethereal right now. The green lights from the stage flash behind him, and he stares at you whilst you walk just a bit closer to him. Your arms slink over his shoulders as you sway to the song, and his body slowly follows your own. His hands fall to your hips, holding them as if they belong there and for both of you. Armin swears that he can’t feel anything in this moment except you.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you). Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)Don't hold back, let it out

He can’t see anything except your eyes staring at him. He can’t hear anything but your lips whispering the lyrics of the song. Fuck, he can’t even hear the song. You’re the only thing he notices right now. Armin would have it no other way. When your hands fall from his shoulders, his hands fall from your waist as he watches you screech your heart out to the song, knowing that it was your favorite. It was newbie knowledge that it was your favorite. Of course, he’s known this since high school.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Oh yeah, don't hold back

Armin’s heart speeds up as he watches you, his breathing grows faster and harsher as his lips quirk up in the slightest smirk. Eventually, you notice his stare and lack of movement and stare back at him, expecting something to be wrong, but he says nothing. Armin smiles at you as he breathes heavily. The light flashes between his smiles, and almost as if it’s a movie, every time the light gets bright once more, he gets closer. Your heart speeds up as you stand frozen, watching him move.

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year; I can't remember how it looks inside. So you can picture how my life's been

Armin doesn’t even register what he’s doing; he can barely register that he’s moving, and it’s not because of his lack of sobriety. It’s because of you. All he wants is you, and his body knows it much more than his mind does. “Can I kiss you?” He mutters once he’s face-to-face with you. He can feel your breath on his lips as he stares down at you through his glasses. His tongue pokes from his lips, and he runs it over his lips, making them soft and bouncy.

I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years, to seein' the whole world in just 12 months. Been gone for so long, I might have just found God

For once, a man has made you anxious. Your hands are shaky along with your thighs, your panties are completely soaked as you stare at the glasses-clad man. Looking to your side, you see that Mikasa and Eren have already begun to make out. Without a thought in your mind, you turn back to Armin, who is patiently awaiting your answer, already knowing what it is. You grab hold of his fogged-up glasses and push them up into his bangs before smashing your lips into his own soft ones.

Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up

You press your lips against his before allowing his tongue to poke into your mouth. His hands grab at your hips harsher than the first time as he presses his body roughly against yours as if there’s a wall behind you that’d support the two of you. Your hands hold onto his jaw as you two make out passionately, moaning and groaning into the kiss. It feels like you’ve been waiting for ages for this, and you have. Armin has as well, and he kisses as such.

Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'. And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls

He’s hungry. Starving almost. His boner pokes you harshly as he tries to get relief by grinding into you. One of his hands falls to your skirt and slowly sneaks up it and between your thighs, which have gotten stuck together at this point. You separate your legs, giving him access to do what he pleases with you. The pads of his fingers slide over your underwear that aren't hiding anything, his finger practically drags along your slit which makes you shiver.

Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones. Probably not if my n*ggas round them up

Armin runs his tongue over your lip, the ball of his tongue ring lingering on your bottom lip before he briefly detaches his lips from yours to look at you. “This all for me?” Armin mutters into your ear as his lips go to your neck. You whine with a nod as you feel his fingers sliding past the band of your panties and sliding them to the side as if they were nothing but a door holding him back from the gift of life. “How many nights you did this to yourself, thinkin’ about me?” Armin whispers to you as his thumb circles around your clit which makes you squirm almost closer your legs on him but a bite on your neck makes you stop.

Probably not if we take 'em to my spot

“Every.” You mutter as his fingers slip into your hole immediately poking at the sweetest spot in your body as he continues to toy with your clit. This sweet spot is what Armin has wanted to poke at his entire life of knowing you. “Every…night.” You moan as he bites and sucks onto your neck rolling his tongue ring over the base of your neck. You feel your release coming closer and closer, and squeeze your legs tight.

Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night. Goddamn, I'm high

“C’mon, be good. Let me make you feel good.” Armin mutters flirtatiously to you as his fingers move faster inside of you, chasing that release almost as if it’s his own. He wants it to be his own but from how hard his dick is inside of his boxers, he’s sure he can get it just from watching your face twist and having your thighs trap his hands.

My doctor told me to stop. And he gave me somethin' to pop

You mutter apologies as you grip onto his shoulders, rocking your hips into his hand desperately as if it’s your first orgasm ever. “Armin, I’m cumming. Oh god, I love you so much. Please, ugh!”

You moan louder than you anticipated, but you’re sure no one can hear you, and even if they can, they don’t care. “Uhn! ‘Min!” You mewl into him as you come undone all onto his hand, filthying his fingers and the insides of your thighs. 

And I mix it up with some Adderall. And I wait to get to the top

“That’s it. So good for me. My pretty girl.” Armin says as he slowly pulls his hands from you, as you whine, wanting another one. You want more and more until you can’t take it anymore. Armin groans as he shows you your slick all over his fingers as it shines in the flashing lights. He ticks that pierced tongue of his out, and you drowsily gaze at the piercing and how his fingers slide onto his tongue, and your slick paints his pink tongue along with the silver ball. He sucks on his fingers moaning at your taste.

And I mix it up with some alcohol, and I pour it up in a shot. I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

The sweetest taste he’d ever had. He can’t tell if it actually tastes that amazing or if it’s fascination for you taking over his entire body, even if his taste buds. “Tastes so nice.” He says, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes. You stare at him and tiredly shove his glasses back onto his face, missing the nerdy look of the man. He leans forward and kisses you once more with the same passionate feeling but less roughness. Less neediness because he has you.

All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke. Last week was my rough week

Armin has never been one to get what he wants in this world, and he certainly did not think he would be able to score a girl he’s had a crush on since sophomore year, but here he is. He can say he’s won at life officially. Jean, Eren, and Connie’s sex stories have nothing on this, he doesn’t care what they have to say. Armin’s lips leave yours, and you whine at the missing feeling, making him grin. “Want to be my girlfriend?” He asks, putting his hand on your waist.

I'm still drippin' down from my nose. And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high

You roll your eyes at him. “I just told you I loved you when you were fingering me, is that even a question?” You say as you huff out a breath, still coming down from your orgasm that Armin had just provided for you.

But if he goes under that 110, believe my driver will get fired. And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork

Armin laughs and hugs you with no words coming from him. “I’m glad I wasn’t just a hit and miss.” He mutters, and you smile. Armin could never be a hit and miss for you, you knew that the day you had Armin you wouldn’t desire to have anyone else and for a guy who looks and talks as though he has never felt a woman’s touch or anyone’s touch for that matter, he knows how to work his fingers pretty fucking well. Maybe all those wet dreams he had and all that porn did something right.

And I'm posted up down in Florida. Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA

He eventually detaches his form from you and just lets one arm wrap around your waist as he focuses on the concert for once this night, even though he still cannot believe what he has achieved tonight. Looking over, he sees Eren, who briefly looks over at him, and they share a look. Eren bites his lip and looks over at you with raised eyebrows, and Armin grins at him, not noticing how you and Mikasa share the same look.

Cold drinks with Grand Marnier. To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk

Mikasa gives you a thumbs-up, which switches to a thumbs-down, asking how it went, but you’re so exhausted that you cannot even lift your arm. You give your friend a sleepy smile as you lean further into Armin and watch the dots connect in her mind until she grins at you. Still, you don’t think she’ll understand what has just happened, let alone the feeling of it all, not only pleasure-wise but mentally. Maybe she’ll just have to hear about it on a rant tomorrow because you’re definitely not letting Armin leave your side until he’s under the blankets with you.

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[ghostedgwen]

can we have the marauders protecting reader who got drunk during a party and was being taken away by some boys or something? sorry if it's triggering!

note : oh my god, this ask had me rolling on my bed thinking of how I am gonna go about this - thank you so much for trusting me with this request! warning/s : themes of s/a, sensitive content, nothing graphic but heavy implications are there, the marauders are very angry - and protective, mentions of alcohol and parties

You don’t mean to get drunk. It’s not like you came to the party with bad intentions or a heartbreak to drink through - just a need to loosen the weight of the week off your shoulders.

The Hufflepuff common room is filled with golden light, music echoing off the stone, and warm, laughing voices that blend together into something safe.

Marlene handed you a drink, kissed your cheek, and said, “Have fun, yeah?” before disappearing off with Mary toward the exit. You hadn’t minded.

She invited you earlier but you weren't sure if you wanted to attend, you were reviewing your answers to the N.E.W.T.s exam that just took place - but figured it would be better to go party a bit than worry over it.

You arrived around 10 in the evening when the party had started around 7, and Marlene is off to guide a drunk Mary back to the common room where Lily will surely chastise them for getting drunk on a school night.

She was very much against you going, you supposed she was right to.

You remember dancing. Spinning in slow circles with a drink in your hand, head tilted back, lips curved into something that could pass for joy.

The burn of the alcohol made your skin feel warmer. Your arms looser. Your thoughts fuzzy around the edges. You remember boys - older ones = leaning over you at some point. Hufflepuffs you think, and at least one Ravenclaw, judging by the bronze-and-blue bracelet he had on.

They seemed kind at first. Too kind, maybe, but you didn’t notice. Not when they laughed at your jokes or kept filling your cup or told you you looked pretty, which felt rare enough these days to let your guard slip.

You only notice something’s wrong when they start steering you toward the back of the common room - where the hallway narrows and bends toward the dormitories.

“Wait,” you murmur, blinking slow. “I don’t - the exit is that way - ”

“You’re pissed,” one of them chuckles, his hand firm on your lower back. “You’ll just get lost. We’ve got a spare bed upstairs. You can lie down.”

“Or not,” another one says under his breath. You catch the tone before the words.

You freeze. “No - I need to go back.”

The laughter sharpens. You try to step back and bump into someone’s chest. Hands close around your elbows. They’re not hurting you, not exactly - but they’re not letting go. Not listening. There’s too many of them, and your limbs are too slow, and your head feels too full.

You open your mouth to say something else - anything else - when a voice cuts through the corridor like a blade.

The Marauders have taken up residence near the far wall - Sirius perched on the arm of a chair, James cross-legged on the floor with a butterbeer, Remus half-listening to a conversation about Quidditch stats, Peter already dozing lightly against a pile of pillows.

It’s been a good night, by all accounts. A perfect way to send off their N.E.W.T.s exams that they slaved over for months.

At least, until Sirius stills beside them.

His eyes narrow, expression twisting slightly as he tilts his head, watching something across the room. “Isn’t that ____?” he says finally, nudging James with the toe of his boot. “The other Gyiffindor - the one that’s always with Marlene and Mary.”

James looks up, squinting through the firelight. “Merlin, I forget she exists sometimes. Since when was she here?”

“I don’t know. But that’s definitely her.” Sirius’s voice is low now, distracted. “Thought she left already. with Marls.”

Remus follows their line of sight - to a dim corner of the common room, where you’re half-supported by a group of boys from other houses. One of them has his hand curls around your waist, another murmurs something close to your ear that makes you flinch slightly before laughing it off.

James frowns. “She looks. . .drunk, absolutely pissed.”

“She looks done,” Remus says quietly, and something sharp enters his voice.

There’s a beat of hesitation. The kind that stretches taut.

Sirius then surprises his friends when he hops off the chair.

James glances at him. “What's wrong, Pads?”

“We should go get her.”

Peter stirs beside them. “Wait - is she alright?”

“No,” Remus says - uncharacteristically looking like he's about to break something, already on his feet. “She’s not.”

The four of them move, a pack without needing to speak. James starts walking first - not running, not causing a scene. Just moving fast enough that anyone watching would sense something was wrong.

By the time they round the corner, they’ve already watched you try to turn back. Already seen you brushed off. Already watched someone guide you further, not toward the exit - toward the dorms.

That’s all they need to see. And then:

“Let her go.” James' voice broke into your struggle with the other boys.

It’s not loud. But it doesn’t need to be.

The boys pause. The one behind you lets go, not out of guilt - more out of instinct, like he'd been caught wrist deep in the proverbial cookie jar. Something in the tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

You turn your head - the corridor seems brighter now - and see four figures at the end of the hallway.

James Potter is at the front, wand in hand, shoulders squared like someone raised to command attention. Sirius Black flanks his left, wild-eyed and sharp-jawed, hands clenched into fists. Peter Pettigrew hovers behind, uncertain but alert. But it’s Remus Lupin who moves forward first - and he is furious.

You’ve never seen Remus angry before. Not really. You’ve sat in class beside him once or twice, heard him answer questions in that low, steady voice, seen him nod politely in hallways. But this - this is a different person.

He walks up without hesitation and steps between you and the nearest boy. “I said, let her go.”

“She’s fine,” the Ravenclaw mutters. “We were just helping her back. She can’t walk on her own - ”

Remus cuts him off. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

James moves in now, calm but firm. “Back off,” he says, voice levelled like a Prefect giving a final warning - the fact remains that he's currently Head Boy. “We’ve got her.”

“You don’t even know her,” one of them scoffs. “This is none of your business.”

“Wrong,” Remus snaps. “I'm a Prefect and James here is Head Boy, the welfare of fellow students is our business.”

There’s a flicker of movement - Sirius stepping forward now, lips curled in something that isn’t quite a smile. “Go ahead. Try saying that again.”

You feel like you’re swaying. Your knees are buckling under you, head too heavy to hold upright. You reach for the wall, but someone steadies you - James. His arm slips around your back gently, guiding you away from the others.

“Let’s not hex them here,” he mutters to Remus, who is still glaring at the boy who spoke up, like he’s imagining a dozen creative curses. “She’s our priority. We can duel them another day.”

Remus doesn’t respond. But he doesn’t lunge forward, either.

You’re shaking. You don’t know why. No one hurt you. They didn’t even say anything cruel. But something about it - the way you’d been cornered, touched, steered like you were furniture - rattles something deep in your chest.

Your eyes are burning. Your throat’s tight. You didn’t think this sort of thing would happen to you.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper, not sure who you’re talking to. “I didn’t think - ”

“Don’t,” James says quietly, steadying you again. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

Remus still hasn’t looked away from the boys, but he speaks - his voice low, furious, directed to them more than you. “You knew what you were doing. Every step of the way. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

One of the boys sneers towards your direction. “She’s the one who got drunk.”

“Yeah,” Remus breathes. “And you’re the ones who thought that gave you permission.”

James grips your shoulder more tightly. “We’re done here. Let’s get her back to the tower.”

They turn you around carefully, shielding you with their bodies. Sirius walks slightly behind - silent, but furious in the way his eyes stay locked on the boys until you’re safely out of sight.

You don’t say anything as they lead you through the corridors. You’re afraid if you speak, the tears you’ve been holding back will come flooding out.

And something about their silence - angry, awkward, but oddly gentle - makes you feel safer than you’ve felt in hours.

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choosing to end it here as I don't know where else to take this - feel free to send me more requests <3

[blossomarlia]

hi bit a of weird request but would you be able to write one where fem!reader is walking home from a party and feeling kind of insecure/sad but james sees her and like cheers her up?

hi! hope this is kind of what you wanted, thanks for the request <3

james potter x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of slut-shaming/victim mindset, reader is drunk and a bit insecure, excessive use of pet names

You try, uselessly, to pull your thin shirt across just a little more of your chest, skin sensitive and prickling with goosebumps as another chill sweeps through the lamp-lit street. You hadn’t expected the cold to affect you so quickly; at Marlene’s party, a combination of alcohol and crowded bodies had kept you perfectly warm. You’d felt warmed inside, too, confident and sparkling, for most of the night. You suppose the cold isn’t helping to remind you how that ended, either.

“You’re certainly putting on a show,” someone said. “Looks like you’re up for just about anything.”

Thankfully, Emmeline and Mary had been standing nearby, and the anonymous plus-one was treated to a thirty-five minute lecture on respect before being sent home. You tried to laugh at his expression and the bitter apology he threw your way- you did, really, but the damage was done. Worse, when you looked around and realised that almost none of your friends were dressed in quite the same calibre of party outfit as you were. 

“What, you’re worried you look too hot? Relax, babe.” Marlene had said, trying to make you feel better. It would’ve worked if you hadn’t had quite so many ciders, and spent half an hour already feeling rotten. Mary, not realising that it had actually upset you (to be fair, you’d done nothing but pretend to be fine) said that to cover up would be proving him right, and how could you ask Marlene for a spare t-shirt after that? It would be vindication for everyone who thought the same thing as that stupid boy, wouldn’t it? 

Now, freezing cold and barely halfway to your flat, you’re completely confused as to why you decided to abandon your cab home. You remember saying something about needing fresh air to the driver, and then you’d paid and he drove off without a second thought. Your friends would be worried sick if they knew you were out here all alone. And dressed like this, too, a mean little voice adds. Really, what do you expect to happen?

It’s not true or fair, you know, but this entire night hasn’t been anything like what you’d imagined when you were putting on makeup and getting dressed, and you’re so cold that your teeth are chattering, and it’s all making you feel awfully close to tears. 

“Hey!” You stiffen, seeing yourself briefly silhouetted against the pavement by headlights behind you. You turn, tense and worried, and squint at the man sitting in the front seat.

“James?” You gasp, a hand on your stomach as you try to swallow the panic climbing your throat. “I thought you were- how are you here?”

James looks very worried and quite guilty, too. “Sorry, angel. Should’ve turned my high-beams off.” If you were sober and quite a lot happier, the endearment would make you smile- James’ habit of referring to everyone by a pet-name is one of the most lovely things about him. “I live this way, remember? I was supposed to be picking Pa- Sirius up, but he’s decided to stay the night at Marls’.”

You know their nicknames for one another- everyone does. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs. You don’t know what they mean, and don’t really need to, but it’s sort of nice that James always makes the effort to use Remus and Sirius’ real names when he’s talking to those outside their trio. Maybe he’s unaware that he does it, but it’s as if he’ll do anything to avoid people feeling excluded. 

“Sorry,” You say, voice suddenly wobbly, and close your eyes tightly. You hear James’ door open and then his footsteps as he comes towards you- you expect his touch, and wouldn’t hate it but wouldn’t want it like you usually do, either- but then he’s draping something warm and soft around your shoulders. You open your eyes. You’re wearing one of his jackets, soft brown corduroy that reaches the tops of your thighs. You think you remember him saying it belonged to his father; Fleamont and Euphemia Potter are known within your circle of friends for being generous with their belongings. You think Lily was wearing one of Euphemia’s scarves in her ponytail tonight.

You sway in your heels. Why didn’t you take them off? Your feet ache terribly, another hurt to add to the list. You press a fist to your chest, willing yourself not to start crying in front of James, who is undoubtedly the nicest boy you’ve ever fancied. 

“Will you let me drop you home? It’s too cold, you’ll get sick,” He asks gently, as if to prove your point. 

“Okay.” 

You sniffle. “Oh, sweetheart,” He says. 

You’re bundled into the car, still shivering, and James reaches into the backseat to get a jumper- why he has so many articles of outerwear in his car, you’ve no idea- and puts it across your bare legs to warm you up. He turns the heater up the whole way and pats your shoulder before he shuts the door.

You look at him as he sits in the driver’s seat, your hands clammy and face raw with upset. “I’m really sorry. This is so embarrassing.”

He gives you a bemused half-smile, shaking his head. “How’s that?” “I’m not sober. And I’m hardly wearing anything.” The second part comes out much quieter, but somewhere between Marlene’s flat and this car you started feeling very sorry to everyone that you’d put on such a ‘show’, or whatever, tonight. Would it have been so hard just to wear jeans? You feel ashamed, dirty, embarrassed. People have probably been whispering about it all night.

James doesn’t start driving yet. “Are you okay?” He asks, more serious than you’re expecting him to be. “Did something happen?”

“No- well, yeah, but it was…” You squeeze your eyes closed again, pressing your fingertips cruelly into your lids and regretting it when they come away stained with mascara. You must look a sight. “Nothing bad happened, I just wish I hadn’t worn this.”

You glance at James to see him frowning at you, but he quickly smooths his expression. Great, he’s judging you too. “Why not, sweetheart? You look gorgeous. I hope someone told you, even if I wasn’t there to say it.”

You look like you’re up for just about anything, the other man’s voice echoes in your head. You take several short breaths. 

“I just should’ve worn something else. I feel- um.” You rub your hands across your face. “There were just- this guy made a comment, I don’t know, it hurt my feelings. It’s silly. I’m drunk.”

You’re slightly startled to sense James tensing beside you, even across the console of his car. His hands tighten around the steering wheel. “Who was it? What did he say?”

“I don’t know,” You reply, truthfully to the former question and not to the latter. “It doesn’t even matter.”

“Is he still there?”

You’re worried James is going to turn around and go back to the party, he sounds so incensed, and when you look at him he’s wearing an expression that you’ve never seen before. You shake your head. “He’s gone. The girls made him. I- please can we just go? Sorry. It’s not worth talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” James blinks and gives you an apologetic smile, pulling back onto the street and waving a hand in front of the heater nearest you. “This working alright? Are you warm enough?”

“Loads better, thank you.” 

You drive in silence for five minutes. You want it to be comfortable, but your mind keeps spinning itself back to just about anything, and it’s getting more and more difficult not to cry. You’re grateful when James says your name.

“Do you want to listen to some music? You can choose anything,” He offers, opening the glove compartment in front of you with his eyes still on the road and revealing an extensive CD collection. “I bet you have good taste.” You look through the jewel cases, bemused but flattered by this assessment. You’re pleasantly surprised. It doesn’t take long for you to pick something, and James nods his approval.

“Good choice, angel,” He smiles over at you. It’s beginning to rain, the droplets scattering shadows across the car with each streetlamp you pass. They look almost like freckles on James’ face. “What’s that look?”

You realise you’ve been staring, though there’s nothing to indicate any sort of judgement in his tone. You look at your lap. “Nothing, sorry, I’m just… um, thanks for driving me. It was really kind.”

“You’re easy to be kind to,” He replies lightly, as if it’s nothing at all. 

There’s another pause, perhaps more comfortable. 

“That idiot who hurt your feelings,” James says eventually, “Was wrong. Whatever he said, he was wrong.”

“You can’t know that. Maybe he was exactly right,” You say, and don’t quite manage to laugh it off. 

“I can’t think of a single bad thing he could’ve said that would’ve been true,” James retorts immediately. You look at him. “Truly.”

His softness is persuasive, even if he’s not trying to get information out of you. “He said that my outfit made it look like I was up for anything,” You admit, and your face heats in shame. Dread, too, that James will remain silent and unable to disagree, after all. 

He’s frowning deeply when you glance at him. “What does that even mean?”

“You know what it means, James.” 

There’s a moment where you worry he’ll make you spell it out, but then he huffs out a breath and nods, eyebrows knitted together. “Yeah, I do- I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s a ridiculous thing to say to someone. What a dick!”

“I don’t think everyone found it ridiculous. I mean, it’s- it’s not really my most conservative outfit, is it?” You joke half-heartedly. Why am I arguing this? Why did one stupid boy’s comment ruin my confidence so completely? 

“So what?” James counters, “What does it matter what you’re wearing? I- well, it matters to me because you look gorgeous, you really do- but it doesn’t say anything about what you’re ‘up for’!”

“I know that,” You say quietly. 

“I really hope you do, angel,” He sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re- you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry he was so awful. No wonder you're upset.”

“It’s fine; I’m being a bit dramatic. I’m drunk.” “There’s nothing dramatic about being hurt when someone’s said something hurtful, it’s the most normal reaction” James says firmly. “It’s not a weakness, Y/N.”

“It’s just- I don’t know why I’m letting it affect me like this. I know it’s bullshit. If he’d said it to anyone else I’d’ve been one of the people shouting at him.”

“You’re a selfless person,” He says like it’s an immoveable fact. “It can be easier to stand up for other people than yourself; you’re only human.”

“Thanks, James.”

“No need to thank me, lovely girl.”

He starts talking about other things: rugby, a film they’re showing at your local cinema, a new bakery that’s popped up down the street from him. You’re struck by how much care he expresses with every detail; he’s liking rugby, but he worries the early wakeup times mean he’s disturbing Remus and Sirius in the mornings, neither of whom enjoy getting up before ten o’clock; he’s interested to see the film because Mary went on a spiel about its other iterations and interpretations by directors, and he wants to understand what she was talking about better; the new bakery is owned by a man who used to work with James’ father, but always had a knack for pastries and has spent years saving up to buy a place. It was James who told him about the shop being leased. It’s as if his entire world, his life, is constructed out of the love he has for his friends, and you find yourself capable of relaxing, smiling, laughing, the rest of your night momentarily discarded. 

James can’t come in for tea, but he does walk you to your door and refuse to take back the jacket.  “It looks good on you, angel. No surprise,” He grins.

You step forward, emboldened, and kiss him on the cheek. You hope you’re not so tipsy that his blushing is imagined, though he does stammer slightly before clearing his throat and speaking again.

“I should go home to Remus, he was expecting me a while ago. Will you be alright?”

“Yeah, should be,” You look up at him, wishing he didn’t have to go. “Thanks again.”

“Enough thanking. Would it- could I give you a ring tomorrow? Just to-”

“That would be really nice,” You respond, a beat too quickly to be nonchalant. You both laugh. If tonight hadn’t been what it was, you think you might like to kiss James properly. Instead, “Maybe… um, I could buy you something from the bakery to make up for all this?”

James’ brow furrows at the last part, but he’s relievingly open to your suggestion. “I’ll be paying, sweetheart, but it sounds like a plan. I’ll call in the morning to sort it out?”

“Okay,” You smile.

“Okay. Goodnight, angel.”

[godisawomananditsme]

HI PRETTY PEOPLE<3

I’M MARY BUT YOU KNEW THAT;)

✨ 17

✨ she/they, but idrc

✨ gryffindor (best parties obv)

✨ bi(sexual/lingual/polar)

✨ prefect (ironic huh)

✨ best baker EVER (ok, except for pete)

✨ professional doodler

✨ golden jewelry girlie

LOVE: dancing & karaoke, red lipstick, ciggs, siris’ leather jacket, moony>>

HATE: bigotry, the blacks, skipping songs halfway through⚠︎

some annoying ppl (not u moony):

☕ Lils (hurt her, and I will end you.💅🏾): @bunchesoflillies

🎸 Marls (partner in crime🥷): @cccherry-red

📖 Remu (loml😘): @the-moon-is-out-to-get-me

🐕 Pads (loud, reckless idiot❤️): @sob-dogstar

🦌 Prongsie (istg i’ll hex him☀️): @here-and-a-deer

🐀 Pete (best music taste🎶 sorry not sorry): @mentally-losing-it

🐍 Baby Black (a great, big fcking tragedy🥨): @silentlydrowning

🗡️ Dorcas (Marls’ wife🖤): @d0rcasm3adows

🧝🏽‍♀️ Pandora (lowkey terrified, lowkey in love🪬🪸🪼🦋🧚🏽‍♀️): @just-a-girl-with-a-crow

🃏 Barty (prolly a mistake, but not judging🚬): @the1nonlybartycrouch

⛓️ Evan (a dark critter, but tbh respect🩻): @anxiietyandautopsies

🔮 Sybil (weird but lovely vibes🦀): @i-s33-not-speak

[moonstruckme]

can i request some poly!marauders where reader tells them they love them for the first time… but like sooo passionate and sappy, maybe some tears of relief.. ugh i love your writing sm 😭😭

Of course you can sweetheart, sorry it took me a bit to get to it!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Lately it’s like you can hardly stop yourself. You’ll get off the phone with James, or Remus will let you run your fingers over his scars, or Sirius will braid your hair for you, and you’ll want to say Ugh, I love you.

In some ways, you feel a bit silly for agonizing over it. You know the boys have been saying it to each other for years, platonically before romantically, so sometimes it feels like you’re a bit behind the curve. Sirius flings it about like he has love in endless supply (and from what you can tell, he does). Evans, you know I love you, but that hat is a crime and You have a great personality, Prongs, but I love those big shoulders most of all and Is that drink for me, Marls? I knew I loved you for a reason. And it’s such a small thing, objectively, just three words in their natural order, but it also feels like sort of a big deal. 

You do love them. So much it sometimes feels like your heart swells until it crowds out your lungs and steals your breath, but telling them is no simple matter. Do you tell them together? That feels like making a big deal out of things, like calling a family meeting or something. But if you tell them separately, you’d have to pick an order, and that could only go poorly, too. You don’t want it to be an announcement, though you don’t just want to blurt it out like it’s nothing, either. Maybe it is to some people, maybe even to them (although you don’t think so), but it’s not to you. You’ve never loved anyone like this before, let alone three people. The severity of it had hit you like a truck, all at once, vaulting you into love faster than you could catch your breath. 

It's a new feeling to you, this romantic sort of love, but you have enough acumen to recognize magic when you feel it. No matter how much you hate being at the center of attention, you aren't going to trivialize that. 

The confession tempts your tongue now, sitting on the bathroom counter with Sirius between your legs and James sitting on the floor beside him. 

“I just think you would look cute with a couple little braids.” Sirius’ breath fans your face as he speaks, one hand on your cheek to keep you still as he does your eyeliner. 

“I don’t want to look cute,” James argues. “And everyone else thinks my hair looks great as it is, thank you.” 

“Cute isn’t the right word. Rakish. Kind of like a pirate.” 

“You can’t change the terminology to fool me. I look rakish every day, don’t I Moony?”

“You do.” Remus comes to lean in the open doorway, pulling on his socks. “Though I do think a braid would be fun to try, sometime.” 

Sirius takes only a moment to relish in this small triumph before he's frowning. “You are not wearing that to the party.” 

Remus looks down at his faded green sweater. “It looks like I am. I don’t intend to shiver during the walk there.��� 

Sirius scoffs, and James, spotting a pot to stir, says, “I like you in that sweater, actually.” 

Remus knows exactly what his boyfriend is doing, but he smirks anyway. “Thank you, Prongs. It’s like we’re his little projects, aren’t we? At least someone doesn’t want to change me.” 

Everyone’s eyes find you, waiting to see what side you’ll pick. You burn under the spotlight. “I think you look great either way.” You shrug, but stop when Sirius hisses sharply, his grip tightening on your face. 

Remus eyes you, something searching in his gaze that you don’t like. You can never hide a thought for long before he susses you out. But to your surprise, it’s Sirius who says, “You okay, sweet thing? You’re being even quieter than usual. You still want to go, yeah?”

“Yeah, I wanna go,” you say quickly. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, finishing up with your eyeliner and stepping back to look at you. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You squirm, pinned like a butterfly beneath his gaze. “It’s nothing, it’s silly.” 

A poor choice. Now you have everyone’s full attention. 

“I’m sure it’s not silly.” James smiles at you encouragingly. “What is it?”

You start to pick at your nails, but Sirius' eyes narrow at them, and you stop. “I just…I’ve been thinking lately.” 

A beat passes before Remus fills the silence. “That’s always a good thing,” he says slowly, amusedly. “C’mon, dove, out with it.” 

This isn’t how you wanted this to go. You’re on the spot. It’s going to feel like a forced confession. They’re expecting something silly and light—I just don’t feel like my outfit is going to work for tonight—and you feel like you’re about to drop a bomb on them in comparison. 

In the end, you give yourself away before you say the words. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you something, and I just need you to know I mean it, but I don’t need it to be…reciprocated.” 

Sirius cocks his head at you, and you decide to burst the bubble of tension before it can expand any further. 

“Just, I love you.” 

And maybe you wanted it to be like when Sirius says it, like he’s thrown confetti and everyone seems brighter and happier for it, but each word falls heavily from your lips, landing at the feet of your boyfriends for them to decide what to do with. Why did you add in a “just”? There’s nothing just about this. It’s a humiliating attempt at downplaying the phrase, and painfully ineffective too. You feel like you could light yourself on fire with the intensity of your embarrassment.

"Argh, sweetheart,” James says after an impossibly long beat, “I wanted to say it first.” 

“No fucking way.” Sirius whirls on him. “You were gonna say it and you didn’t tell me? I was waiting for one of you to do it first.” 

“Dove,” Remus says, relaxing against the doorframe, “I think we’ve all been feeling the same way for some time. Thank you for having the confidence to say it first.” 

You beam so hard your cheeks start to hurt almost instantly. “Yeah?”

“Color me impressed,” Sirius says. “This whole time you've played coy, but you’ve got more balls than any of the rest of us, haven’t you?” He pauses. “Wait, are you crying?”

“Oh, um, I guess so,” you reply when you touch a fingertip to your lower lashes and it comes away wet. “I’m just relieved, I guess. I was pretty nervous.” 

Sirius grabs some toilet paper, pressing a wad under each of your eyes. “Well shit, don’t fuck up your eyeliner, baby. It was never that dire, not like anyone wasn’t going to say it back.” 

“Well, I wasn’t going in with any expectations,” you mumble, holding your makeshift tissues. 

“Sweetheart,” James whines, his bottom lip beginning to tremble sympathetically. “How could you think we wouldn't? I love you so much.” 

“I love you so much,” you counter, laughing even as the paper under your eyes grows damp. “I’ve been wanting to say it forever. I feel so lucky to have you guys, you know?”

Remus crosses the room, forcing you to discard your toilet paper clumps as he takes your face in his hands, kissing your salty cheeks. “We’re lucky to have found you,” he says, and the words are even, sure. “I don’t say it often enough, but I love you all too. You’re everything to me.” 

“Oh, fuck all of you,” Sirius says, blinking rapidly to save his own sparkly eyeliner. “Obviously you’re the best things that’ve ever happened to me. Pricks.” 

Your laugh is wet, and you wonder if you’re peaking right now or if you’ll be this happy forever. With the three of them around you, you’re betting on the latter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Think you could fix my makeup before we go, Siri? Please?”

He huffs, but the kiss he presses to your lips is syrupy sweet. “We are going to be well past fashionably late.”

[stil-lindigo]

Recently, dual citizenship Palestinians managed to safely arrive back in Australia, and while it is a relief to have them out of the reaches of Israel’s bombs, it’s an undeniable tragedy that they have been unjustly ejected from their homes by an active genocide. While celebrating their arrival, remember that the Albanese government STILL won’t demand a ceasefire and obscures any attempt to uncover details about the military aid we’re currently sending Israel, all the while supplying the US and Israel with surveillance intelligence of Gaza sourced from a base in Alice Springs.

Penny Wong, our minister of foreign affairs, remains committed to doing absolutely nothing besides clutching her pearls and pleading for a “humanitarian pause”. We should all be calling her offices (not emailing) and inundating her with demands for a ceasefire.

You can use this template to call Foreign Minister Penny Wong and Defence Minister Richard Marles today.

The Greens party (the only party to have enough of a spine to call for a ceasefire and to walk out of Parliament in disgust for our cooperation in Israel’s war crimes) has also put together a petition to stop Labour exports of weapons into Israel. You can sign it here.

If you live in Sydney - a boat carrying armaments meant for Israel is going to be docking there in a few days.

Join trade unionists to protest the boat and delay it for as long as possible.

Australians - I know as a population that a lot of us are checked out of politics. You can’t afford to do that now. 1% of all Palestinians have been killed by Israel’s assault on Palestine - 1 in 100 are dead, and half of those are children. Australia is complicit in genocide and it is up to you to never give our politicians a moment of peace until Palestine is freed.

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big beefy James who gets a little too drunk at a party and starts showing everyone his folder of photos of reader bc he misses them and is just so in love so sirius and remus call you to come pick him up and he’s clinging to r like a koala

sirius and remus should've expected this when james sucked down three long island iced teas.

they should've led him away from the bar and hidden the vodka from him. 'next time' sirius thinks as james fishes his phone from his pocket when marlene asked about you.

"she had some work to do," james says sadly, but taps at his phone screen. "but look at her!"

there's an album james has on his phone with just pictures of you. he'd upgraded the storage so he could keep taking candid and posed photos of you.

"look at how pretty she looks here, she'd gotten these new jeans and weren't sure about them."

remus shakes head as james goes through more photos- there's one of you laying in the sun by the pool at his parents' place, one of you eating ice cream, you in the snow in one his christmas sweaters, the list is endless.

"miss her, wish she could've come," he says with a forlorn look and remus can tell marlene is holding back some laughs.

sirius on the other hand is over james being lovesick and drunk so he calls you, speaking in hushed whispers lest james hears and plucks the phone from him- it's happened before.

you promise sirius you'll be there in ten minutes with a giggle and sirius can't help the smile on his face as he notes how lovesick you both are.

your arms hook around james' shoulders and he's about to tell you off when you whisper, "hi, loverboy."

his grin is wide and james practically melts under your touch. it's comical how such a big guy goes so soft, james has the faintest inkling that sirius will tease him for it in the morning.

he comes to find he doesn't really care as he says, "hi angel," sirius mock gags at the wet kiss james plants on you.

"ready to go home?" you ask, stroking the base of his neck. james nods, planting another kiss on you before standing up. he sways a little and then leans into you.

"bye boys, later marls," he says happily and you wave them goodbye while james tries to kiss you more as you walk out.

"bye sickos," sirius waves, remus leaning on his shoulder with tired eyes. "oh don't tell me you're gonna start now too moony."

[marauder-misprint]

A Sirius Person

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

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cw: fluff

The last day before Christmas break flew by. You’re glad that you weren’t the only student unable to pay attention to reviews that the professors were attempting to cover. You officially have a boyfriend, and no one knew about it. At least, as far as you are aware. Although, with the amount of times you caught James, Remus and Peter glancing in your direction, you feel it’s safe to assume that Sirius told them. 

As excited about it as you are, you don't know how to tell your friends. You tell yourself that Dorcas should be the first to know and then Regulus, and then it wouldn’t matter who heard from who. You know you have to tell them before you leave for break. You owe it to them. They are part of the reason you ever gave Sirius a chance. 

You decide you’ll tell them at dinner. That way they’ll have some time to process before you disappear for two weeks. 

You’re walking with Dorcas to the Great Hall and reach out for her arm.

“What?” she asks snappishly. She’s hungry, you can’t blame her.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you say.

The two of you step off the side so you aren’t blocking the way for other hangry students. 

“Well?” 

“I’m dating… someone.” Fuck. You chickened out at the last second.

Dorcas’ hands jump to cup your face and she’s suddenly in your space.

“Please tell me it’s Sirius Black. Please, please, please - I need Potter to owe me five galleons!” 

Your eyes go wide. “You were betting on if we’d get together?” 

“If and when, baby,” she says with a growing smile, sensing that she was right. “Remus didn’t think it was ever going to happen, Peter said after Hogwarts and James said in the spring. Lily and Mary were holding out for next year. Marls is convinced you’ve been dating since that first date.”

Laughter escapes you and Dorcas removes her hands from your face triumphantly. 

“So do they all owe you money or just James? Because, ah, you’re right.”

“I’m going to be rich!” she hisses in your ear before darting into the Great Hall in the direction of the Gryffindor table. 

You watch her go to collect her winnings and thump Sirius on the back. You’re about to head towards the Slytherin table when a voice stops you.

“What’s that about?”

Regulus. 

“Ah, just the guy I was looking for! I have something to tell you.” 

He walks up to your side with his hands clasped behind him.

“If it’s about Meadowes’ bet with the Gryffindors, I’m already aware. She even offered me a chance to join.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be fair,” he sighs as he starts to walk into the hall and you match his stride. “I’m too close with both parties. I have too much sway.”

“And Dorcas isn’t close enough with both of us?” 

“Friends with both, yes. But I think we both know that if I firmly told Sirius to stand down, he would. And you, well, at first I thought you’d be easier to convince to drop him but now, I… don’t… know…” His words slow as he finally notices the golden shimmer in Dorcas’ hands across the hall. “Bloody hell, is she collecting winnings?” He turns to face you more fully before you can sit down. “Is Meadowes collecting winnings?” 

You chuckle awkwardly. “That’s what I need to tell you.”

“It’s official?” 

“It’s official, Reg.” 

You wait for a change in his expression. A flash, glimmer or twitch or anything. Nothing. Regulu has firm control over his emotions. He takes his seat at the table and you do as well.

“How long has it been?”

“Um, yesterday,” you say semi-nervously. Was he going to chew you out for waiting a day to tell him?

“Damn, so Dorcas wins either way,” he mutters as he piles food onto his plate. 

“What?” You’re not sure if you heard him correctly. 

“The bet. If I joined, I would’ve had my money on after the date but you kept it quiet. And depending on how much later we were allowed to alter the bets, I would’ve changed it to as soon as he found you after that party.”

“Huh…” 

You sit with your thoughts for a few minutes. Dorcas joins the Slytherin table and the conversations around you. Her pockets jingle every time she reaches over the table. Then something that hadn’t occurred to you before does. 

“Regulus, does this change anything between us?” you ask cautiously.

“It means you can’t be my date to Slughorn’s parties anymore, if that’s what you mean. One of you will have to join.” 

You laugh and give his shoulder a light shove.

“Not what I mean, but I think that answers it all the same.” 

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As you pack your things, you double and triple check that you have the quill set that Sirius bought for you. You would never hear the end of it from him if you wrote to him over break with a different quill. Sure, you could technically lie to him and tell him you did when you really didn’t, but it wouldn’t feel right to start the relationship off with a lie. Especially one that, if this lasted, would make a great story one day. 

When the last of your things are packed away, you make your way to breakfast. Instead of going to the Slytherin table, you go to the Gryffindor table and plop down next to Sirius.

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise!” Sirius says, unable to contain his joy at your decision. 

“Figured I should spend some time with you before I don’t see you for two weeks,” you reply teasingly. 

You reach for a mug and the bowl of sugar. You get an uneasy feeling in your stomach from the feeling of the four boys’ eyes on you. 

“This… is okay that I’m sitting here, yeah?” you ask as uncertainty and insecurity course through your body. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” James answers, matching his grin to Sirius’. “I mean, I would’ve preferred you waited until after the break to make things official, but, erm, what’s it muggles say? … Shit happens?”

You burst out laughing as does everyone around you.

“I think that phrase is universal, Prongs,” Peter wheezes. 

James hums and ponders what the muggle-specific phrase he’s thinking of is.

“C’est la vie? Viva la vida? It is what it is? Shit outta luck? Bollocks?” 

With each phrase, the laughter grew stronger.

“Give it up,” Remus says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe leave the muggle phrases to those who actually know them.” 

James sighs but stops spewing possible phrases. It’s obvious that he’s frustrated that he didn’t find the one he was looking for. The conversation changes back to what you assume was being talked about before you sat down: the excitement of break. The boys seem to have solid plans about getting together already. James and Sirius are far more excited about going home to the Potters than Remus and Peter do about going to their families. It’s a little odd to you that none of them are asking you about your plans, but it’s your first time sitting with them outside of Gryffindor Tower so you don’t mind all that much. It probably didn’t help that the girls who you usually sat with in their common room were a few seats down, having their own conversation. 

It does start to get on your nerves as the conversation drifts to new topics and no question or comment is ever directed at you, except for ones from Sirius. You know it will take time for his friends to feel fully comfortable around you, but you’d appreciate it if you felt more included. At least you feel noticed by Sirius. When everyone gets up to head to the train station in Hogsmeade, he walks with you a little bit behind the group.

“They’ll warm up to you,” he assures you without needing you to say anything first. “They just have to realize that you’re not going anywhere.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his pack of cigarettes and offers you one. You give him a smile as you take one and he lights it for you. Then he takes one for himself. A comfortable silence falls between you. You can’t quite hear the conversation from his friends in front of you, but every few steps, laughter echoes around them. A small part of you wonders if Sirius wishes he were with them, laughing and being a part of their conversation, but then you look at him. He is already looking at you with a content smile on his face, and your worries dissipates. 

As you get closer to Hogsmeade, Sirius breaks the silence between you. “So, you know how you’re an animal person?” 

You give him a fond yet annoyed look before you take another drag on your cigarette. 

“Are you still on this dog person thing? I think we’ve established that you fall into that category.”

“That I’m a dog or you like me?” he says with a grin. 

You roll your eyes, hoping that he’ll get the point. Both.

“Okay, okay. I just need to know. Actually… I want to hear you say it because… reasons.” He clears his throat. “Would you say that you’re a Sirius person?”

You cock your head. That wasn’t at all what you were expecting. “A serious person? I mean, I guess I focus on my studies and think some of your pranks are too much, but-”

“No, no, love,” Sirius interrupts you. “A Sirius person,” he repeats, gesturing to himself this time. 

“Oh!” you choke out a laugh. “I suppose I would consider myself a Sirius person now.”

“Oi! Prongs! Moony! Wormtail!” he yells, getting them to turn around. “Did you hear her? She said it!” 

He pumps his fist in the air, making you laugh harder. Then he turns back to you.

“You’ll join us in our compartment? I want to spend as much time with you as I can. And it will help them warm up to you. You’ll just have to put up with their bullshit for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Just let me find Dorcas and them first,” you say with a smile. 

Sirius reaches to give your hand a squeeze before you disappear into the crowd at Hogsmeade Station. His smile remains as he loses sight of you. He couldn’t be happier. He had successfully converted you into a Sirius person. You loved Padfoot. You were his girlfriend. And to top it all off, he was going home to a family that actually loved him. A family that would lovingly tease him endlessly when he got excited for each one of your letters when they arrived. A family that would drive him into the city to meet up with you if he asked. And he would. 

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the end ♡ If inspiration strikes, I may write random blurbs for this Sirius x reader. Like, I could see me writing some of their letter exchanges, a date over break, Reader finding out that Sirius is Padfoot, etc. BUT, any of that won't be for a while. Again, my deepest thanks to everyone who's liked, reblogged, commented, asked to be tagged, asked for updates - you make writing worth it