#remus cant be parted from sirius

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Prompt 7 - Soulmates

@wolfstarmicrofic July 7, word count 594

Remus was getting a headache. He’d gone out with a group of his friends for what should have been a quiet drink, but the bloke at the next table over with the too-long hair and too-tight jeans kept jumping up in his seat and shouting loudly at his friends. Declaring this and that and, having loud cheers returned to him.

By the fifth loud speech, Remus had had enough. He picked up one of the beer mats from their table and expertly flicked it at the other man’s head. Unfortunately, the man had turned at the same time Remus released the beer mat, and it hit him square in the face. 

“Ouch!” He cried, toppling off his chair, clutching his nose. 

“Shit, Sirius!” His broad, messy-haired companion jumped to his feet and picked Sirius up off the floor. 

“Damn it,” Remus groaned as he hauled himself up and went to apologise. 

Sirius was sitting in his chair, refusing to let his friend look at the damage to his face. “Hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to hit you in the face,” Remus apologised. 

“That wasn’t very nice,” The broad man stood up. He was almost as tall as Remus himself, but his well-muscled body made him seem bigger. Remus bowed his head. 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” The man narrowed his eyes at him from behind the gold frames of his glasses. He moved aside, so Remus could see Sirius. 

“Don’t tell me, tell him,” He jabbed a thumb at Sirius. Remus swallowed and stepped forward. 

Sirius’s steely grey eyes flicked up to meet his own golden honey ones and Sirius gasped. His hands fell away from his face, revealing the thin cut between his brows where the card had sliced his skin. Remus returned the gasp on seeing Sirius’s full face. 

Sirius got to his feet and stood far closer than a stranger usually would. Remus’s hand rose of its own accord and his finger lightly traced the mark he’d left on Sirius’s skin. 

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. Sirius took Remus’s hand and brought it down to his cheek, leaning into the touch. 

“Forgiven,” Sirius told him, their eyes never leaving each other. It was the most intense meeting he’d ever had. 

He returned to his seat slightly bewildered and with Sirius’s number saved safely on his phone. 

“Did you really hit a guy with a beer mat and end up with a date?” Marlene teased him. “Here Remus, throw one at the lass over there!” Marlene pushed a mat into his hands. He just stared down at it, not seeing it, as his mind replayed everything that had just happened. He was dragged from his thoughts when Sirius swooped down in front of him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’m off now, sweetheart, can’t wait for tomorrow,” Sirius winked at him before following his friends towards the pub door. He had no idea what came over him, but Remus couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see Sirius again. He downed his beer and legged it after Sirius. 

He fell out of the door and straight into Sirius’s waiting arms. “I had a feeling you’d be coming too,” Sirius smirked, linking his arm with Remus’s and leading him home. Remus had never gone home with a stranger before, but Sirius didn't feel like a stranger. He could have sworn they'd met before. He felt like he knew him already even though they'd only exchanged a handful of words. Remus walked away with Sirius, feeling that he was finally home.

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OMG. I cant beleive I found a new writer who can feed my james potter delusion! Generally I'm a silent supporter but after reading your Aus, you literally have unlocked a new part of my brain. Your ideas are truly amazing ❤️ pls keep blessing us with your works🙏🏻

I feel like the au idea which I have in mind you can really express it.so may I pls request a college au with fratjames potter x reader.where they both are acquaintance and something happens.due to some misunderstanding reader is the receiving end of James wrath.after realising his mistake he makes a sweet apology gesture to reader and wants to get in her good books.

It's just a just my apology if you couldn't really get the idea( english is my 2nd language and I don't feel confident in it)

P.s pls feel free to ignore it ❤️Have a wonderful Day/Night💗

Hello, my love! Thank you so much for the request! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous haha, I hope this is what you were looking for :) Your words are so sweet, and you really made my day! Also, I'm kind of obsessed with frat!James now... Have a wonderful day/night yourself, lovely <3

frat!James Potter x fem!reader who was supposed to bring the beer ✿ 1.4k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as frat bros, alcohol (or lack thereof), armed store robbery with a gun (not described in detail), reader is James' lab partner

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part two

James is having a bad night. It’s 8pm on a Friday and he hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet. This is unusual, especially given the music blaring through the frat house with enough bass to shake the foundation. There are dozens of people here. Most of them know James even if he doesn’t know them, which is great until it isn’t.

Another one approaches him, some guy by the name of Marty or something.

“Dude,” The guy raises his arms and James’ annoyance skyrockets. He already knows what this guy is about to say. “Where’s the beer?”

“I know,” James grunts at him. Barty, that’s it. “I’m working on it.”

Barty scoffs but James is already pushing past him. He pushes through the crowd, many of whom move quickly to get out of his way. His eyes scan through, looking for someone in particular.

Where the hell are you?

James makes his way to the kitchen, seeing the counters still bare and no sign of you anywhere. He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list. Just as he presses the call button, Sirius approaches him. James holds up a hand but Sirius speaks anyway.

“Prongs, where are the drinks? If one more Alpha Tau tells me my party sucks, I might go to prison.” James just glares at Sirius’ dramatics, the phone ringing endlessly in his ear. It goes to voicemail and he hangs up with a groan. 

“I thought you said you handled it!” Sirius stresses just as Remus walks into the kitchen, beelining for the two of them.

“I did!” James argues, running a hand through his already unruly hair with a huff. 

“What’s going on?” Remus asks, crossing his arms and looking between James and Sirius with a narrowed stare. “Is this about the beer?”

“Yes!” Sirius stresses again, and points at James, “It’s James’ week to get drinks. But here we are, at 8pm on Friday and…” Sirius gestures to the empty countertops. “No drinks!”

“You tell ‘em, Sirius!” James hears Barty shout from across the kitchen and James fears he and Sirius might both end up in prison together. 

“I thought I handled it.” James tells both of his frat brothers, shrugging a bit.

“What does that mean?” Remus asks, his brow furrowing. “Did you buy the drinks or not?”

James at least has the decency to look sheepish, running a hand over the back of his hair as he inhales through his teeth. “I may have… asked my lab partner to get it for me.”

Sirius gasps, raising a hand to his chest as though clutching his pearls, “I thought pawning drinks off on someone else was against the rules!”

“It is.” Remus tells Sirius, looking at James with an expectant stare. 

“I was using it as an excuse for us to meet up, you know? So the two of us can hang out…” James feels his stomach churn when Sirius’ face bends into a knowing smirk. 

“Oh, I understand…” Sirius winks at James, “To ‘hang out.’” His air quotes make Remus roll his eyes and James glare harshly.

“Someone needs to go get drinks.” Remus reminds the two of them. The party crowd is getting routier behind him. 

“James, it’s your week, so off you go.” Sirius nudges James toward the front door. “You never know, you might find your lover along the way!” 

“Oi, fuck off!” James calls back to him right as the door slams closed behind him. 

As he begins the trek to the store, he attempts to call you several times. Every attempt is met with voicemail. He texts you, and all of them are left unread. James finds frustration and anger building in his gut, not solely from the lack of alcohol but also from being stood up, apparently. James Potter has never been stood up in his life. 

On his seventh attempt to call you, it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail. His jaw clenches and his fists ball up and he finds himself spewing words he shouldn’t say, airing his frustrations out to you. He calls you things like selfish and rude, and even a bad friend. 

By the time he turns onto the last street, his anger has mostly turned into disappointment. He’d really been looking forward to seeing you tonight, and though it hadn’t been to sleep with you like Sirius had suggested, he had been considering it your first date. 

James is lost in thought as he approaches the store, steps scraping gently across the pavement. He’s thinking about what he might say to you during your lab on Monday when he hears your voice. It catches his attention immediately and he looks up, eyes searching for you. 

There you are, just as pretty as always, but something’s wrong. You’re standing in front of the store, tear-stains evident on your cheeks as you speak to a police officer. James’ heart sinks into his stomach and he’s by your side before he can stop himself.

“Hey,” His voice is low and soothing, more comforting than he thought he could be but you look up at him like he’s saved your life and his heart pounds. “What’s going on?” 

James’ eyes dart nervously between you and the police officer, but the uniformed man shakes his head a bit. “I’ve got everything I need. You gon’ be okay?” James is a bit confused but he realizes the officer’s words are directed at you when he sees you nodding.

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much.” Your voice is a bit choked and you wipe at your cheeks before turning to him. He feels like he needs to scoop you up in his arms, to do something to help put you back together and get that look out of your eyes. 

“What happened?” James’ hands reach for your arms, settling on your elbows. His thumbs brush over your skin soothingly and you feel tears burning in your eyes again at his gentle movements.

“I was…” You swallow thickly when your voice cracks, “I was trying to get the drinks for your party and some guy came in and he was yelling at the cashier, and he… he had a gun, and I didn’t know what to do and you kept calling me and I was trying to answer but-”

James shushes you before you can continue spiraling, shaking his head. Guilt surges through him, knowing what his texts say. And that voicemail…

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures you, and his dark eyes meet yours. “Is it okay if I hug you?” As soon as you nod, he wraps you in a tight embrace, like he really is trying to put you back together. You both stand like that for a long moment until he feels your body relax, your soft sigh brushing his ear in a puff of warm air. 

James pulls back and moves to cup your face with one hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You tell him with a soft nod and an even softer smile. It’s one that gives James butterflies and he suddenly feels bad having you look at him like that when…

“Just… delete all of those texts from me.” He says, and your brow furrows, lips parting a bit to question him but he speaks again before you can. “And please don’t listen to that voicemail.”

You look to the side before your eyes meet his again, a confused smile on your lips. “What? Why, what did you say?” The smile fades when James doesn’t play off his words like he always does.

“Okay, I’ll delete them.” His face relaxes a bit at your words and he looks back up at the shop. He hears his text notification sound, but he ignores it, his eyes settling on your face again instead. 

“Do you… Are you still coming to the party?” He asks, and he hates the way desperation is plain in his tone. 

“I was hoping to, yeah.” Your smile turns a bit shy and sweet now and James beams, his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, great! So we’ll get drinks and then walk back together!” His smile falters and he hesitates then, looking back at the store. “Actually, you wait here. I’ll go get drinks. You don’t need to come back inside.” Your heart almost breaks at his consideration for your feelings. You move up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay,” You say, “I’ll be waiting right here.” 

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late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it)  wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach  a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part. 

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. 

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort. 

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement. 

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts. 

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world. 

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall. 

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better. 

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did. 

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft. 

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier. 

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it. 

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare. 

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa? 

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal. 

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope. 

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response. 

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell? 

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy. 

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread. 

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back. 

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm. 

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man. 

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him. 

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach. 

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?” 

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.” 

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind. 

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck. 

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence. 

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.” 

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin. 

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought. 

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?” 

[eddieisashifter]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? — MY MARAUDERS REALITY

this is a brief tour of my bag in my maruaders era hogwarts dr! this bag has been with me though literally everything and she's only holding on due to mending enchantments I put on her when I first started to notice her descent. some of the stuff in her is...probably less than legal. but hey! snitches get stiches, alright? inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!

my trusty messenger bag that i carry literally everywhere with me. you wouldn't catch me dead using just my pockets to carry all my shit. she's basically a staple of my appearance. anyway, let's open her up!

BUT FIRST——THE DECOR!

✦ my pinback buttons! the "kind hearted degenerate" was stolen from Sirius' patch jacket (I think he let me take it), the "cult leader" was a gift from barty because of course it fucking was, and the other two my sister, eden, and I found just outside of diagon alley (we fought over who got to keep them. I won, obviously. so, i display them proudly, she hates it).

✦ i also have my prefect pin stuck onto the strap of my bag because it's so much better to have on there than my robes. no one's gotten mad at me so whatever.

✦ the dice keychain was stolen from eden's room. I thought it was pretty and she hasn't missed it so

✦ the froggy keychain I found in a muggle shop and needed immediately. I may have a secret obsession with froggos, my friends may or may not be very aware of this fact. he also might be cursed, I swear I hear him ribbit when it gets quiet.

✦ the other keychain I found half-buried in a public park. no idea where it came from or how it got there.

ONTO THE POCKETS! my bag has four pockets on the outside, two that close and two that are just slots on the side. they're all full of shit.

LEFT FRONT POCKET

this pocket is entirely full of trash. literal trash. some of it is cute notes from my friends and such, but the other half is actual trash. I say I'm going to use it to junk journal, I don't. It just sits there in the pocket, unused. I refuse to clean it out.

but the notes!

✦ three fortunes from three fortune cookies that I got on three separate occasions at three different restaurants. — the first "you have the ability to see the bright side in things, do not lose that ability" I got on an outing with my family. it was a rough time all around and the whole dinner was tense, but getting that fortune just reaffirmed my belief in aiming for the best, even when it's unrealistic, so I kept it. — the "your love of music will be an important part of your life" I got on one of my first real dates with sirius. I already knew he dreamed of being a musician, so I took it as a sign we were going to work out. and well, it was correct. — finally, the "whatever you want to do, do it. there are only so many tomorrows" fortune found me when I was wrestling with my feelings. I hadn't intended to fall for remus, but I had. I didn't know what to do. but, I took this as a sign to just go for it and be true to my feelings. It worked out. so I kept it as a reminder, like I did with sirius' one.

✦ "I'll let you drag me to hell if it means you'll hold my hand" note that sirius passed me one day in the middle of class. like that wouldn't make me insane in public. stupid dog.

✦ "kind of a pretty boy, isn't he?" note that I found dropped on the ground in divination. when I picked it up, some girl turned beet red. amusing, really.

✦ "we are all haunted houses" note that I wrote on the corner of a notepad and tore out. I found it at the bottom of my bag weeks later. I cant for the life of me remember what I was talking about, though I think I was onto something.

✦ "not everything has to make sense. let it go. choose peace." note that was written at the top of one of my papers for divination class. professor was far too done with my constant questioning of why things worked the way they did.

✦ "just make it exist first, you can make it good later" sticky note that I wrote to stick onto my writing desk to try and help ward off my perfectionism. It remained there for years until I accidently knocked it down and it refused to stick up again. so, i shoved it into my bag with the others.

✦ "the memory is unclear but the feelings remain" written on a blank polaroid photo. barty accidently took a picture as he dropped my camera. evan wrote the words on the picture that came out. I think he thought he was being poetic. I kept it regardless.

✦ "I think you're afraid because we get along so well. I think it scares you." one of the notes sirius taunted me with in our rivals phase of our rivals to lovers arc. torn in two and carefully taped back together.

✦ "dear me, don't fall back into old patterns just because they're familiar. love, me." letter written for an assignment. that 'write a letter to your younger self' writing prompt nonsense? I didn't want to do it, so I wrote the first thing that came to my head. still got an O though.

✦ an unopened letter. the front says "open when fate decrees it". that trelawney girl got a cheshire smile when I picked it up. I've had it for five years.

✦ also a train ticket from my very first year of hogwarts

✦ other trash in this pocket includes: a to-do list that says "1. ace your o.w.ls, 2. take over the world", at least four salazar slytherin trading cards, a receipt from the record shop in hogsmede, a punch card from the three broomsticks with ten punches in it (I probably should use it at some point), a scrawled list of hexes that barty copied from the restricted section of the library, and a note I passed to reggie that says "do me a favor, kill your brother" that he threw back at me with a scrawled "NO." underneath.

RIGHT FRONT POCKET

the snack pouch, basically. if I'm hungry, this is where I'm reaching.

✦ a chocolate frog that's probably melted slightly with how long it's been in there. I think barty gave it to me on the train ride. it's probably still good, right?

✦ raven chocolates that are literally better than any wizarding candy, trust.

✦ jelly slugs because gummies are the superior form of candy

✦ also chai teabags because you never know when you might need it (also because I'm picky about my chai)

SIDE POCKETS

LEFT SIDE POCKET

✦ my round sunglasses that are basically my staple.

✦ the swiss army knife that eden has a matching one of. i enchanted it so that the blade doesn't grow dull. honestly, much better than a wand half the time, but don't tell anyone I said that.

✦ vampire pill box that has enchanted ibuprofen. thank you dorcas my love. one of these does 10x the effect as a regular without the damage to your internal organs or risk of an overdose.

RIGHT SIDE POCKET

✦ a crocheted chanel rose made for me by evan's sister, pandora. it's hella impressive actually.

✦ my trusty vivienne westwood lighter. used to be my mom's, I took it from her purse as a well rebellious thirteen year old. it also has a matching cigarette case that I also stole. i was having my kleptomaniac era. there is also skull bandages tucked inside the case.

INTERIOR POCKET

where i keep all the loose things that would get lost in the bottom of my bag otherwise.

✦ tiny bottles of banned potions that dorcas made for me. I make sure to keep the corks on very tightly.

✦ a jar of human teeth. no, I will not explain where I got them.

✦ jars of bones. not human (yet).

✦ intricate jar, full of enchanted, basically holy, water. for all your banishing needs. never summon anything you don't know how to get rid of.

✦ a jar of salt. for the same reason. also salt.

✦ tin of tiny candles for on-the-go spellwork because you never know when you might need it.

✦ tiny clay charms of tarot cards also made by pandora. she passed them to me in divination. she never did tell me why. they are pretty cute though.

MAIN POCKET

✦ a leatherbound journal full of all my secrets. jinxed, obviously. possibly with some that I would get in trouble for casting. their fault really for trying to snoop. includes detailed plans of world domination, lists of hexes and curses ordered by their usefulness, recounts of possibly prophetic dreams, and lists of very good numbers

✦ poetry journal for my midnight poetic ramblings. not jinxed, not yet. also includes my casebook recounts of strange romantic feelings, complete with red string.

✦ my trusty wand. black walnut and dragon heartstring, 12"

✦ a lace fan for when it gets far too hot to be legal. because I can't be sweating not in style

✦ a very illegal time-turner hidden inside a matchbox. I probably shouldn't have told you that I have that.

✦ a vintage comb that I call my tactical comb.

✦ my leather bat-wing wallet. one of the most important things in this bag

✦ my black makeup pouch that mary poppins would envy.

✦ my heavily annotated copy of "scottish fairy tales" that I've had with me since my first year of hogwarts. I think there's more notes and highlights than actual text. and the notes are more journal entries than actual annotations.

✦ tiny bird scissors I stole from madame pomfrey. they're for sewing. I don't do much sewing. but I can chase sirius around with them, threatening to cut the stitches on his patches. it's very amusing.

✦ an extra lighter, clipped onto the inside of my bag, just in case my trusty one ever breaks. so far, it hasn't.

✦ a special edition of the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, my favorite book of all time. this edition was a gift from reggie, who knows my love of it.

✦ a fountain pen for my sudden bursts of inspirational musing. enchanted to never dry of ink and never need to dip it. I stole it from my older brother, alastair. I can't help it, he makes such good enchantments.

✦ a fancy flask. yes, of course there's alcohol in it. what did you take me for, a lightweight?

✦ vivienne westwood gloves for the colder months, an enchanted lining to keep your hands at the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.

✦ the box of my trusty tarot cards. they always seem to call me out. they also have a bit of an attitude. typical.

✦ a coin that's engraved with "one more chapter" on one side and "go to bed" on the other. for very important dilemmas regarding my sleep schedule. do I ever listen to it when it lands on "go to bed"? no, of course not. don't tell me what to do.

WALLET

✦ my galleons. the wallet is linked to my vault at gringotts so I don't run out of money, because that would be embarrassing.

✦ photos of my friends and I. i know, I know, very sentimental of me. — photo of dorcas and eden from one of the slytherin common room parties — a photo of me, barty, and dorcas with a mall santa. he looks like he's being held hostage. — photo of me playing chess with dorcas (off camera) while barty lounges across the bed, pouting because he lost to me minutes ago. — photo of evan, me and reggie at one of our families' stupid summer galas. having friends makes them more bearable. — photo of evan and me from one of the royals' summer outings — photo of me and barty on a late-night hogsmede outing — photo i took of dorcas at one of the slytherin common room parties as we dared her to chug her drink

✦ an id, so people know who I am. as if they didn't already, pfft. it is also fake.

✦ spare condoms. enough said.

MAKEUP POUCH

✦ my signature black lipstick. can't go anywhere without that beauty. enchanted for long-lasting wear. the touch-ups are hardly necessary, but it does make people look at my lips~ also enchanted with love magic so when he kisses me he thinks I'm god. (I think that might make it illegal, but who's gonna snitch anyway?)

✦ tinted chapstick for dry lips.

✦ a spare eyeliner pen, because none of my looks would be complete without eyeliner.

✦ a knife inside a lipstick tube. just incase one knife wasn't enough. also great to scare the shit out of your friends with

✦ extra mascara, also for touchups.

✦ a black nail polish. also for touch ups. though, usually not my own. barty can never seem to keep his nail polish from chipping for longer than a day.

✦ cannabis and rose roller perfume. in case my aura isn't addicting enough. enchanted by dorcas with glamour magic, obviously. she's literally a goddess.

✦ my chanel compact mirror that also answers most of my questions. "mirror mirror in my hand, what's the answer to question #6?"

✦ a vivienne westwood claw clip that I stole from my older sister, morgaine. she's so damn uptight all the time and she's still freaking about about losing this clip. it's all I can do not to laugh aloud.

✦ a shit ton of hair ties and bobby pins just strewn throughout the pouch. I'll lose all of them eventually.

[luveline]

Babe congrats on quitting!!!

I live coworker!James sm he is so lovely and i cant heló bit asking for more

R having a bad day and James doent know until he teeases her and she just like opens up to James a bit more?

thank you!!

You can’t escape Remus’ sweet questions of concern, though he’s tactful. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Remus asks, James a haunting somewhere near the customer complaints desk. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You really don’t wanna come to dinner with me?” 

It’s a nice offer, but Remus is part of a package deal, and he’s the only one of the three who isn’t exhausting; Remus’ boyfriend Sirius is well meaning but so beautiful and so alarmingly aware of it, while James is all those things too, but much less subtle about it. “I’m too tired for the walking, thank you. I’m just gonna stay here and eat my sandwich in slow bites.” 

Remus laughs, wrapping his scarf tight around his neck. He doesn’t tuck it under his coat. Sirius will do that for him. It’s heartbreaking to see every day, a reminder of real love in the world that will seemingly never touch you, but it’s cute too. 

James rockets back to his desk. He’s always in a hurry. Half-frantic, he pulls his rucksack from under his desk and unzips the main body. To your horror, he unveils a large Tupperware of white rice, asparagus, and what looks to be chicken thighs. Next comes his portable knife fork. 

He notices your watching. “It’s just rice and chicken,” he says defensively. 

“No, I’m not–” You shake your head. “Not about what you’re eating. Eat what you want, James.” 

“Don’t I always?” he asks. “Not about what I’m eating. Your general look of disgust and disdain is to do with something else, then. Did you accidentally look in the ladies bathroom mirror again?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

James tucks his chair in, face paused, hands hesitating at the sides of his dinner and then flat to the desk. “Hey, is something wrong?” 

Maybe his comment before struck a nerve. Maybe you’re having a terrible day, and everything’s piling up, and you can’t be expected to keep in your feelings forever. Or maybe you’re dumb. “Guess I did look too long in the mirror,” you say. 

“You’re upset?” he asks, startled.

You shake your head vehemently. Slow. “I’m just having a bad day.” 

“What happened?” 

You stare at him for a moment, take in the concerned twitch of his brows as they pull down and in, the set of his nice mouth, remarking to yourself on how the snarky sarcasm erases itself from his expression so quickly, leaving behind a boy with a very sweet face. 

His hand curls into a loose fist. “You don’t have to tell me.” 

“I don’t know if you ever get this, but sometimes I,” —your face goes white hot suddenly, an acknowledgment of the powers over you you’re giving him in needing reassurance— “look at myself and I feel a bit off. And I thought if I had lunch by myself I’d have time to not be looked at? Um. Which is why I was unhappy. Not because of you.” You frown at him. “You do make me unhappy, though.” 

He pretends to laugh at your weak insult, which is generous. “So you actually did get upset looking in the mirror? Shortcake, I was kidding about that, it's not like it makes any sense.” 

You frown at one another. “Why not?” 

“Because you’re nothing worth being upset over?” James suggests. “You’re pretty. You know you’re pretty.” He points at you with his fork. “You do know?” 

“No,” you mumble. 

“I’m not telling you again,” he says, looking strangely as though he’d quite like to tell you again. 

“I’m consistently below average.” 

“Where? Do you have an address? I must go to this place where you’re the standard.” 

Something weird and queasy summons to life in your chest, before levelling into a surprising pleasure. That was definitely a compliment, and from James, though annoying he might be, it means a lot. He’s outrageously good looking, after all, and especially when he smiles, which is nearly constant. He’s smiling now with the fondness of someone who knows you better than he actually does. 

He ruins it rolling his eyes. “You’re ridiculous. Which I’ve come to expect!” he says, sliding a thumb under the clasp of his Tupperware. “Why would you think you’re not lovely? To look at, that is. You’re a huge pain otherwise.” 

“That’s uncharacteristically mean, even for you.” 

“I’m balancing it out. Want some asparagus?” 

You excuse yourself for a quick trip to the bathroom, where you mouth questions at your reflection of the puzzled variety. Has James been replaced by a body snatcher? Or are you finally seeing the version of him everybody else in the office seems to know?

When you get back to your desk, your figurines have been upended by a ‘freak earthquake’. He’s back to normal.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Good Morning

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Remus wakes up turned on and sets the others off. Warnings: Smut (group sex, dry humping, praise kink, oral - fem receiving, cum play, p-in-v) Word count: 3.2k words. Series Masterlist

Your eyes flutter open, the room still dim with the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The air is heavy with the scent of pine and a hint of spice, a comforting smell that wraps around you like a familiar blanket. Remus's arms encircle your waist, his body spooned against yours, a solid presence that anchors you to reality.

James and Sirius lie on the other side of the bed, their bodies warm and relaxed in sleep. Sirius's legs are tangled with yours under the covers, his foot brushing against your calf every so often.

The faint rustle of fabric against skin echoes in the quiet room as Remus shifts behind you. His chest rises and falls against your back, each breath a testament to the life within him. A low hum vibrates from his throat, the sound barely audible but sending a shiver down your spine nonetheless, and you feel the firmness of his arousal pressing against your lower back.

Turning your head slightly, you catch Remus's gaze on you, his eyes soft with affection. He smiles, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that makes your heart flutter. His hand, resting lightly on your arm, begins to move, fingertips tracing lazy circles on your skin before venturing upwards to cup your cheek.

"Good morning, love," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep yet undeniably gentle. A soft hum of contentment escapes your lips as you lean back into him, the warmth of his body enveloping you like a second skin. His hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers splaying across your stomach in a gesture both intimate and possessive.

You can't help but arch into his touch, a quiet sigh slipping past your parted lips. His other hand roams lower, settling at the junction of your thighs where your body is already responding to his proximity. Your breath hitches as he presses himself closer, the hard length of his erection pressing against your arse.

Remus's lips pepper your neck with delicate kisses, each one igniting tiny sparks of desire that spread through your veins. His hips shift subtly, pressing into you just enough to make you want more. His fingers toy with the edge of your panties, pausing at the brink of a boundary only you can grant him permission to cross.

You nod, a silent acquiescence that is all the encouragement he needs. Slipping his hand beneath the fabric, he finds you warm, ready for him. His fingers trace slow circles around your sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw out a moan from deep within you.

"Is this alright, love?" Remus asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," you whimper, hips canting back into his touch. His breath hitches at your response, and his movements become more deliberate. Each brush of his fingers sends sparks through your body, heat pooling between your thighs.

Sirius's eyes flutter open, dark with desire. He leans in to capture your lips in a slow, searing kiss. His hand trails down your abdomen, tracing the same path Remus's did moments ago. They work together, fingers alternating in rhythm, overwhelming your senses with pleasure and you whimper into Sirius's mouth, the friction building with each expert stroke of their hands.

James stirs from his slumber, drawn in by the sounds of your pleasure, but he doesn’t move, allowing Sirius and Remus to take the lead.

Remus pulls away, your bodies parting with a soft sigh. He reaches for the small bottle of lubricant he had set aside earlier and coats himself generously. His fingers glide over his length, teasing out the pleasure in preparation for what's to come.

His body comes back to yours, settling between your thighs. You can feel him hot and hard against you, the slickness of the lube making him slide easily along your skin. Your thighs squeeze instinctively around him, drawing forth a low groan from his lips as he begins to move against you.

"God, you're perfect," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of his desire. The praise sends a thrill through you, making your heart pound faster in anticipation.

His movements grow more insistent, the friction building a delicious pressure that has you gasping and arching beneath him. His hands grip your hips, guiding you to meet his rhythm, each roll of his hips igniting sparks at your core.

Sirius eases himself upright, his hands steady as they reach for the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms, and he peels the fabric away, exposing your skin to the cool air that raises goosebumps along every inch of you.

"Look at you," Sirius murmurs, his grey eyes drinking in the sight before him. He leans over you once more, this time with intent clear in his gaze. His lips descend to your chest, hesitating a breath's width away from your hardened nipple. Then, his tongue flicks out, and the sensation sends a jolt straight to your core.

A gasp escapes your lips as your back arches instinctively, seeking more of the contact that sets your nerves ablaze. The pressure builds within you, an exquisite tension coiling tighter and tighter under their combined ministrations.

Your thighs squeeze around Remus, who groans in response. His hands never leave your hips, guiding and adjusting you as if you were an instrument he knew how to play to perfection. And maybe you are—maybe under their touch, you're finding melodies you didn't know existed.

"Look at you," Sirius murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "So beautiful when you let us care for you." His mouth descends, kissing along the valley of your breasts, tracing the contours of your torso with a gentleness that belies the power within him.

Behind him, James watches, propped on one elbow, his gaze heavy-lidded yet focused. Every movement, every shift of your body beneath their touch, is catalogued in the depths of his eyes. He's silent, but his presence is palpable, a steady anchor amidst the storm of sensations threatening to sweep you under.

Your breath hitches as Remus shifts, his cock brushing against you in a way that makes sparks of pleasure race up your spine. He manoeuvres you onto your back, needing to see the way his length rubs against you, wanting to witness every hint of desire that crosses your face.

Remus' breaths come in ragged gasps, the tension coiling tighter within him. "I'm close," he murmurs, his voice a low growl resonating with anticipation. His movements grow more powerful, urgency driving him toward the edge.

The moment arrives in a rush, his body tensing, and a deep groan escapes his lips as he stills, holding himself at your entrance. You feel the first warm spurt against your skin, followed by another and another, each one marking you with the evidence of his release. He shudders, lost to the world as waves of ecstasy pulse through him, his name a mantra on your lips.

"Love," he breathes out, a final surrender to the overwhelming sensations that claim him. The last of his release coats your skin, glistening in the soft light.

Spent, Remus collapses beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, revelling in the warmth of your body next to his. "Merlin," he gasps, awe lacing his words. His gaze travels down your body, taking in the sight of his release clinging to your skin. "It looks good on you."

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, but you don't look away. Instead, you reach out and run a finger down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. You can feel them tense under your touch, a silent testament to the pleasure you've just shared.

The room is heavy with the scent of sex and Remus' release. As you lie there, your thighs sticky with his come, Sirius watches, his eyes darkening with desire at the sight.

"What a mess you've made, Moony," he says, running his fingers through the strands of Remus' release on your skin. It's an observation rather than a complaint, and his voice is thick with anticipation. Remus laughs softly, his breath tickling your neck as he nuzzles against it.

Sirius moves between your legs, his hands tracing the inside of your thighs before settling behind your knees. He lifts them gently, spreading you wide for him. His breath, hot and heady with anticipation, fans over your sex, causing a shiver to pass through you.

Without preamble, he bends down, his tongue darting out to lap at your swollen folds. You gasp as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, your hips bucking slightly against his touch. His tongue moves in steady strokes, lapping up the remnants of Remus’ release still clinging to your skin.

A low moan vibrates against your sensitive flesh as Sirius savours the mixed taste of you and Remus. His movements grow more determined, the flat of his tongue dragging along your slit, collecting every last drop. He laps at your entrance, his tongue dipping inside briefly before trailing upwards to flick over your clit.

The rough texture of his tongue combined with the sounds he makes—hushed groans muffled by your body—has heat pooling in your abdomen once again. You squirm beneath him, your fingers threading through his dark locks, holding him close.

"Delicious," Sirius murmurs, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within you. His tongue delves deeper, seeking out any trace of Remus that might remain. Your thighs tremble, clenching around his head as he continues to feast on you, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the room.

Finally, Sirius pulls away, his lips glistening. His gaze locks onto yours, dark eyes smouldering with a hunger that mirrors your own. "I think it's my turn now, love," he says, his voice husky with desire before his mouth descends on yours once more.

His kiss is demanding, all-consuming, and you can taste yourself and Remus on his tongue. It's a strange taste but not unpleasant, rather it adds another layer to the intimacy unfolding between you. His hands roam your body, each touch igniting a trail of fire on your skin until you're certain you'll combust from the inside out.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, the hard planes of his muscles flexing under your touch. You're vaguely aware of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh, seeking friction, and the thought sends a new wave of anticipation coursing through you. He breaks the kiss long enough to lift your legs over his shoulders, aligning himself at your entrance.

In one swift, decisive movement, he fills you completely, his groan of satisfaction mirroring your own as your body welcomes him home. He sets a steady rhythm, each powerful thrust pushing deeper, claiming you over and over again.

"Fuck, baby," Sirius groans, his hips shifting to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your world tilt on its axis. "Take all of me."

His pace quickens, the intensity of his movements stoking the flames within you higher, hotter. The room is filled with the symphony of your bodies moving together—skin against skin, breath against breath.

You turn your head slightly, catching sight of James propped against the headboard, his hand working himself over at a leisurely pace as he watches the two of you. His hazel eyes are dark with want, pupils blown wide with desire. His chest rises and falls rapidly with his laboured breaths, and you can't help but feel a twinge of anticipation for what's to come.

The harsh whisper of Remus's voice sends a shiver down your spine, the decadent compliments laced with raw hunger and unspoken promises. His hands explore the terrain of your body, finding their way to your breasts where they knead the soft flesh, tweaking your nipples into hardened peaks.

"You're magnificent, taking him so well," Remus murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at you, being such a good girl for us." The praise, coupled with the relentless rhythm of Sirius inside you, has you teetering on the edge, your moans filling the room with the sweet symphony of desire fulfilled.

Sirius's grip on your hips is unyielding, his thrusts hitting that divine spot within you over and over again until stars burst behind your eyelids. He's panting, every exhalation a testament to the pleasure coursing through his veins, each syllable of your name from his lips akin to a sacred chant. The tension coils tighter in your belly as he drives into you, the anticipation of release building like a tempest inside you.

At the same time, Remus's fingers wander down your body until they reach the centre of your need. He circles your clit with a feather-light touch, building tension before pressing harder, each stroke sending lightning bolts through your veins.

"That's right, love," he murmurs, his voice a warm caress against your skin. "Let us make you feel good." His fingers move with a purposeful rhythm, coaxing responses from you that lift your hips off the bed, seeking something just out of reach.

James draws nearer, one hand buried in your hair while the other continues its languid strokes over himself. His eyes are dark, filled with a hunger that matches the intensity of your own as he watches you come undone at Remus and Sirius's touch.

Sirius grunts, his movements becoming erratic as he nears his own climax. With a few final, powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep inside you and groans, his body shuddering as he spills into you.

You feel every pulse of Sirius's release, his warmth spreading through you, claiming you. He collapses onto you, his breath hot against your neck as he nuzzles into your skin. Neither of you move for a moment, the only sound in the room the shared panting that fills the air like a silent confession of what has just transpired.

"Your turn, Prongs," Sirius murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper yet laden with an undercurrent of raw satisfaction. With a final shudder, he withdraws from you, his retreat marked by a slick trail of mingled release that stains the sheets below.

James takes his place without hesitation, positioning himself at your entrance. He teases the tip of himself along your folds, sliding through the wetness left behind by Sirius before slowly pushing inside. The stretch is different this time—more pronounced, as if James is staking his claim anew.

"Merlin, you're tight," James groans as he starts moving. His pace is slow and measured, one hand on your hip guiding you, the other intertwined with yours beside your head. He continues to move, deep but deliberate, his hazel eyes never leaving yours.

The sensation of him inside you, coupled with the intensity of his gaze, leaves you breathless. You can feel every inch of him moving within you, the connection between you both physical and emotional. He leans down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours even as his hips keep their steady rhythm.

"That's it, love," James murmurs, adjusting his angle slightly so that with each thrust, he brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your toes curl at the intense pleasure, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Look at you," Remus whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "So beautiful, taking James so well."

Sirius' mouth trails down your neck, nipping lightly at the skin there. "Our good girl," he praises, his grey eyes dark with desire. "Letting us love you like this."

Their words wash over you, mingling with the sound of James' low groans. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the tangible feeling of their adoration for you, wrapping you up in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure that has your body humming in response.

The pleasure builds within you, a tidal wave gathering strength, pushed forward by their skilled hands and mouths. Remus' fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them as his mouth descends to take one into his warm cavern, sucking gently. Sirius' hand ventures lower, his fingers joining where you and James are connected, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Their combined actions make the coil within you tighten further, your walls clenching around James in response. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm, becoming erratic with need. Remus' pulls at your nipple with his teeth while Sirius' fingers rub circles over your clit, driving you closer to the edge even though you haven't crested yet.

With a final groan, James stills, his body pulsing as he releases inside you. He falls forward slightly, resting his forehead against yours, both of you panting for breath. "I love you," he whispers, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. You reach up to pull him into a slow, languid kiss, his taste mingling with yours as he stays buried deep within you, not ready to move just yet. Sirius and Remus remain close, their hands roaming over your heated skin, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear.

James remains inside you for a few more heartbeats, savouring the closeness before he carefully withdraws. The air feels cool against your exposed skin, but then Remus is there, positioning himself between your legs with a warm, damp cloth in hand. His touch is gentle, almost reverent as he cleans you, ensuring your comfort after the intensity of what you've just experienced.

Sirius slides next to you on the bed, his arm curling around your waist to pull you flush against him. His hand glides up and down your back, fingers pressing into your muscles with a soothing rhythm. He leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers words meant only for you.

"You were perfect, love," Sirius murmurs, his voice low and rich with pride. "Always perfect for us."

James's legs tangle with yours, his strong arms wrapping around both you and Sirius. He lays his head on the pillow next to yours, his breath warm against your neck. His lips press to your skin, gentle kisses trailing from the base of your neck to your shoulder.

Remus finishes with the cloth, cleaning up the last remnants, and with a flick of his wand, he sends it away, before moving to join the three of you. You're cocooned between them, their bodies warm and solid against yours. Hands roam over your skin, tracing patterns that ignite sparks beneath the surface. Words of praise and affection are whispered into the silence, each one a promise of the bond shared between you.

"And ours," Remus adds, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that melts any lingering tension in your body. His hand cups your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. "Our beautiful girl."

[siriuslygay1981]

Sigh....moonkiller

Remus walking through the dark halls just a bit before the moon is supposed to be up. He usually takes a walk before heading down to the shrieking shack.

Bumping into a disgruntled Barty, whose bloody and bruised, a small lump in his step. Barty is quick to pull back, a snarl on his lips and his fist reared back and ready to collide with remus' face. Remus catches his fist and looks down at him. Of course, so close to the moon his eyes are this eerie yellow that look as if they're glowing in the dark.

Remus' grip isn't painful, just firm enough that Barty would struggle to get out of it. Remus can smell the fear off of Barty, though heavily covered by his anger and pain. Afraid that he's scaring Barty he steps around him, letting go of his hand and walks off.

Barty, who just got beat up because he's gay, (and is always starting shit) bumping into Remus right after. He's not sure if Remus is a part of the group that just jumped him or not so of course he's prepared to deck him. So when the lanky boy walks away of course Barty is a bit confused.

From then on its like they're destined to meet at inconvenient moments. Anytime barty's just got his ass handed to him, an embarrassing amount of times, he just has to bump into Remus soon after.

And Remus, anytime he's alone or when the moon is full and he's taking his stroll, he bumps into Barty.

The next time they bump into each other Remus asks if he's ok, and Barty tells him to keep his nose out of his business. Remus doesn't ask again but he does bring chocolate for Barty to have on those days he has a black eye, bruised ribs, a broken nose.

They never really thought of one another before that but they soon realized their snark and sarcasm were compatible. Often when their comments would get too mean it seemed as if they were close to being at each other's throats. But when Barty says "if you were my dog I'd shave your ass and make you walk backwards." Remus Cant help but choke on a laugh.

"I'm jealous of everyone who hasn't met you b." Remus would smirk back

And it was fine, them hanging out...until the tension would get too much. After every insult, inching closer together, faux anger at first that turned to real anger. The tension between them making them lash out at the other for different reasons.

Was Remus serious about him? Or was he fucking with Barty? Was Remus gay or just experimenting?

And Barty, was he making fun of Remus? Did he just want to be near him because he was dangerous? Did he even like Remus or was he just looking for someone to fuck?

So they would take it out on each other, which just made things worse, the tension getting higher. It got so bad that they were physically at each other's throats. Snipping comments in the halls, taunting tones and harsh words. The jealousy was bubbling, the tension ready to snap. All's it takes is a flirty comment from one Sirius black and Barty is shoving Remus into a broom closet.

Teeth clanking, biting lips, hair pulling, in fact everyone who walks near the cupboard runs away quickly. It sounds like a feral bear tearing up the room.

They knock over everything, bump into walls, crash to the floor. And their hands are everywhere, under shirts, tugging belts off. Barty has Remus under his hands and he's not going to let him get away so easily.

Remus just can't have that though, can't have Barty think he's in control now...

So they tumble around the room, rolling over and struggling for dominance, it isn't until remus' hand wraps around barty's throat, his knee putting pressure between barty's legs, that Barty goes slack for just a second. And as Remus licks a stripe up the side of his neck, Barty shudders.

Barty doesn't go down without a fight, his hands tugging at remus' hair, sliding down his chest and scratching his back, arching up and kissing him hungrily.

It's tongue and teeth, jealousy and anger mixed in with their need for one another.

Anyways they fuck nasty about it

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

[2] Seeing Each Other Around Town

Summary: James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Tiny little bit of angst in this one but it's negligible. Y'all this is gonna be a slow burn but we'll get there. Also I'm updating sorta regularly now yay!!!

A/N (23/5/24): FINALLY edited this. I'm out of school, so hopefully I'll have time to continue this series <3

Previous Part: Parent-Teacher Conferences Next Part: Career Fair Series Masterlist here

Poor James is completely infatuated with you after parent-teacher conferences

He just can’t get you out of his head

And Sirius and Remus are usually the ones who suffer the consequences

Their apartment is on the way to school from James’ house, so they almost always carpool

And lately, the entire car ride, James Cant. Shut. Up. about you

(“Boys, you should’ve seen her—she’s so sweet—of course she’s Liam’s mom—Pads, you don’t understand—they’re so similar—Remus, she’s gorgeous—did you see her????”)

By the end of the week, Sirius and Remus are very amused with James’ adoration for you

But it also gets kinda irritating after a while, so they’re pretty thankful when the weekend rolls around and they (hopefully) get a small break from his incessant enamored babbling

Saturday rolls around, and James is up at six thirty (hard to break out of the habit when school starts at eight) and shuffling out to the lobby of his apartment building in his pajamas, robe, and slippers to get the mail and the newspaper

But just because James’ body wakes up early doesn’t mean James’ brain wakes up at the same time so he’s out by his mailbox looking confusedly at the newspaper and wondering why he suddenly can’t read

And after like a solid thirty seconds of him just squinting really hard he finally realizes it’s because he left his glasses inside

He’s doing his best guys, he’s doing his best

So James is about to turn around and go back to his own flat to get his glasses (and probably a cup of coffee) when he hears his own name— —just … well, kinda

“Mr. Potter?”

James just about jumps out of his skin because what teacher expects to see one of their students outside of school???? Like no thank you

Don’t get me wrong, James loves his kids to death and he’d die for them any day

But it’s the weekend

So no thanks

But then James realizes it’s Liam and he’s lowkey relieved because like

If he has to see a student outside of school, he’d rather it be this one

And then it occurs to James that if Liam is in his apartment building at six thirty in the morning, then he probably lives here

And if Liam lives here, then …

“Liam?”

Poor James can’t help the full-body flush that rushes through him at your voice

Boy looks like someone dunked him in tomato juice

His head snaps from Liam (or at least the blurry shape that has Liam’s voice) to where your voice is coming from, and it hits him that you’re whispering (very tiredly and cutely, if you asked James) from the floor below his own, leaning over the railing to watch as your son presumably gets the mail

How the hell didn’t he notice you lived in his apartment building????????

Not that he’s complaining ofc :):):):):):)

James realizes after a minute that Liam asked if he’s alright, and he’s just like “Yeah!!” and utterly beaming

(Unbeknownst to James, you realize who exactly Liam is talking to and blush just as terribly as James does when you realize you’re still in pajamas and aren’t at all presentable)

You say good morning to him as well (from the balcony) and James is pretty sure he’s about to melt

(You call him Mr. Potter tho and it lowkey makes him cringe and remember that Liam is like RIGHT next to him)

So you and him exchange pleasantries like Romeo and Juliet with the balcony :) you get it?? :):):) while Liam gets the mail from your own mailbox and walks it up the stairs back to you

(he says “here you go, mama” in his sweet little voice as he hands the small stack to you and you say the gentlest “thank you, baby” back and James’ heart feels like goop in his chest)

James barely makes it back into is own apartment before he’s squealing and doing a goofy little dance out of overflowing joy

And the best part?

That's not the last time he sees you. Not even close.

Over the next several weeks, James begins to notice you everywhere around town

He sees you and Liam at the grocery store (you’re there with Liam and give him the choice between dino nuggets and spring rolls; he decisively choses the latter)

And on his way to work (on one of the few days where Remus and Sirius aren’t carpooling with him, as Remus was sick and Sirius stayed home to care for him), James sees you in your own car on your way to work

And when you and Liam go on walks on the weekends (James had taken to mowing Remus' mother's lawn, which was on your walking path, shirtless every Saturday morning—for entirely unrelated reasons, of course, and he will take no questions on the matter …)

James still isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you before because how could he have missed you?? You’re gorgeous????

(Of course, poor Remus and Sirius get to hear about his fawning even more now)

(They both find it cute though and they like to give him advice, so it’s fine)

So eventually one Friday night, James can’t sleep and is done with his lesson plans

And he’s just bored, so what does he do?

Go to the grocery store, of course

So James ventures out, once again in his pajamas, to the grocery store to get some treats to eat while he watches Antiques Roadshow until he falls asleep

And of course—he should’ve known at this point honestly—there you are

(Also in your pajamas)

And James says hi before he can really stop himself, and you look a little spooked for a second (because who tf would be talking to you in the grocery store at ten at night?) but then you realize it’s him and you say hi back with a sweet little smile that turns James' insides to warm fudge

Apparently, Liam is at Draco's birthday sleepover (Draco's a little shit, and James never understood how Liam could stand the kid) and you don’t have a shift at the hospital tonight, so you decided to indulge in some celebratory ice cream

James ends up helping you choose which ice cream you want (chocolate chip cookie dough—a classic) and as thanks, you go with him to the candy aisle to help him pick out treats

James ends up getting a container of pretty much every candy, cookie, and chip that grocery store because he didn’t want to leave yet lmao

And when you’re in line to check out, James mentions that there’s a career fair at school in a month and he’s wondering if you’d maybe want to come and talk about being a nurse????

Pretty please??????

James doesn’t notice how your face falls ever so slightly. You kind of forgot for a second that he’s your son’s teacher and not just some pretty guy that you’ve sorta had a crush on for the past couple weeks. Nothing could happen between the two of you—not if it meant messing with or—god forbid—hurting Liam’s education. But it’s okay. You’ll just suck it up and stick to your job and your son. It’s fine. It’s fine.

You’re agreeing in an instant, and James promises to email you the details so you can plan around it

James leaves the grocery store with like ten pounds worth of treats feeling full to the bursting with warmth and his eyes are glowing the rest of the night

He sees this really pretty pearl and gold necklace on Antiques Roadshow and catches himself thinking about how pretty it would look on you, but he doesn’t bother trying to stop himself at this point

It wouldn’t be any help anyway

Next Part: Career Fair

[axelsagewrites]

James Potter*Misunderstandings

Pairing: James Potter x f!reader

Word count: 1661

Can be read as a part two to heroic deed here

Warnings: none

Masterlist here

Being shy and friends with James Potter was already a struggle since he was anything but however you had a new issue now; you’d fallen heads over heels for him. you didn’t need a man to save you but ever since James defended you from those bullies it was hard not to like him.

Before when you walked through corridors you would get constantly shoulder checked and shoved but James had no issues shoving back and soon you found yourself being able to walk the halls without almost getting tackled.

James had also introduced you to the marauders who thankfully weren’t as intimidating as you first thought. Maybe it was because of how tall Remus was or the ladies’ man reputation Sirius had but you didn’t expect to be in a heated debate over breakfast over which magical creature would be the best at quidditch.

“You cannot be serious mate! How would a phoenix even hold a snitch?”

“Oh yeah cause a hippogriff has great dexterity!”

Remus and Sirius continued to bicker as you silently ate your breakfast. Remus was across from you next to Peter while James was sat next to you, Sirius next to him. Peter had ‘borrowed’ Remus’s homework while he was distracted, though you weren’t convincing Sirius didn’t start this conversation as a decoy, while James just laughed at his two idiot friends.

“You, okay?” he whispered, snapping you from your daze.

Shit you’d been caught staring, quickly say something, you mentally cursed yourself, “Yeah um just not a morning problem,”

“Alright sunshine I’ll leave you to daydream,” James laughed, your skin heating up at his words while he tried to buy into the argument.

-

You and Remus both shared your first class of the day so after the squabbling stopped you both set off to the third floor. “You ever gonna tell him you like him?” Remus asked as if he was asking for the time.

“What? Like who?” you stuttered but Remus just gave you a knowing look, “How did you know?” you sighed.

Remus snorted, a grin playing his lips, “Cmon seriously? yous hang out all the time. you should just ask him out,” he shrugged and your eyes basically bulged out your skull.

“I cant do that. He doesn’t like me like that-“

“Has he ever told you that?” he said making you stop in your tracks.

Remus eventually paused, staring at the confused look on your face, “Do you know something I don’t know?”

Remus sighed, “I know the last girl James asked out embarrassed him in front of the whole common room, which to be fair was his fault for asking so loudly,” Remus said, cringing at the memory of James proclaiming his love for lily in front of everyone and getting told a very quick no. hell even you had heard of the story, “and now he doesn’t talk about that shit anymore but if you ask me I think he does. He never shuts up about you,” Remus said, half rolling his eyes, “No offence,”

“None taken,”

-

All you could really think about all day was what Remus had said. James even had to ask if you were okay over dinner because how ‘zoned out’ you had been. “I need to return some books to the library,” you said, deciding to end your misery but James didn’t get the memo.

“I’ll come with. See ya,” he said, nodding to the guys and instantly getting up to follow you.

You tried your best to make small talk, but you could feel your palms getting sweatier with each word. After leaving the library you decided to finally do something about it, “Hey you busy this Saturday?” you asked, trying your best not to stutter.

“Eh I don’t think so. No detentions yet at least,” he joked, “how come?”

“Was just wondering if you’d wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?” you said, your cheeks instantly heating up like crazy.

The smile of James face though made your own heart skip, “Yeah sure. I’ll say to the guys yeah?” and just like that it sunk instantly.

“Oh yeah sure totally,”

-

To say your confidence had been knocked was an understatement and the whole walk down to Hogsmeade you were hanging at the back of the group trying not to show how much you were internally sulking. Yous went to honey dukes first, picking up a few bits and bobs all while Remus was giving you a sympathetic smile and James was none the wiser.

“He’s just clueless you know,” Remus whispered to you at the shelves while James went up to the till, “He probably didn’t even realise you were asking him out,”

“Or maybe he just didn’t wanna hurt my feelings,” you mumbled, instantly shutting up when James walked back. “Watcha get?”

“Chocolate frogs, of course. got you one too here,” he said passing you the frogs while Remus gave you a ‘see? told you so’ look.

-

Soon you all ended up piling into a booth at the three broom sticks. Remus and Peter were on one side while you, James, and Sirius squeezed into the other. Luckily you got to be on the side not against the wall however because of the tight squeeze you were pressed right into James side. There was nothing you could’ve done though, there wasn’t an empty seat in the place.

“You’d think for a magical pub they could make more seats,” Sirius scoffed as he crammed himself against the wall. “Its your turn for first round Peter,” he said.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Do you keep tabs or something?”

“Yes,” Sirius said, and it honestly wouldn’t shock you if he had it all written down in a notebook. “I’ll take a butterbeer,”

When Peter asked you what you wanted you offered to go with him to help him carry it but also as an excuse to get away from James. Peter however was glad to accept the help.

-

Meanwhile Remus was slapping James across the head as you walked out of sight. “You dumbass,”

“What?!” James squeaked, rubbing his head, “and ow! By the way,”

“This was supposed to be a date,” Remus half hissed making Sirius look between the two.

“Since when did you do go out?”

“We don’t,” James rolled his eyes, “what are you on about? She invited us all to come here?”

Even Sirius dropped his head into his hand at this point, “Think about what she said,” Remus sighed, “Did she say ‘you guys’ or ‘you’?”

James head tilted as he thought before a small ‘oh’ came from his lips followed by a very annoyed, “fuck!” while Remus and Sirius groaned at their friends obliviousness, “What do I do now? Should yous leave or-“

“No that just makes it weird,”

“Then what do I do?!”

“Shut up since she’s walking back here,” Sirius said, jabbing his elbow into his ribs, “Hey guys!” he said, way louder and happier than normal making both you and Peter share a concerned look.

-

James spent the rest of the afternoon beating himself up. He’d liked you from the first day he met you, hating that he hadn’t met you sooner and now he’d gone and fucked it up. He was distracted the rest of the day and while the group was walking back to the grounds he found himself hanging back a bit.

You noticed and decided to drop back as well, “Hey you okay?” you asked, genuine concern on your face making James’s heart melt.

“Can I ask you something?” he said giving you an odd sense of De Ja Vu, “See the other day did you mean that you wanted us all to go or like just us?” he said, voice trailing off when you looked away.

What he hadn’t expected was to see your eyes watering when you looked back, “Don’t worry about it, it was dumb and-“you began to ramble but James stopped in his tracks, grabbing your wrist making you turn to face him. “I’m sorry,”

“No, I am,” James said, stepping closer, “I was an asshole I didn’t know,” he sighed, looking at the ground, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted it to be just us?”

You shuffled on your feet, trying desperately not to look in his eyes, “Just didn’t want you to laugh at me or something,”

James felt his heart shatter, “I wouldn’t have laughed,” he said making you finally look up from the ground, “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not,” James sighed, staring off in the distance making you squirm in anticipation, “You busy tomorrow?”

“Um I don’t think so- “

“Great! Good great um quidditch practise ends at 2,” James said as he began to ramble, “So I’ll come get you at half 2 and we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Just us yeah?” he said, finally looking back at you with a hopeful smile.

“Like a date?” you asked, your own lips tugging into a small smile.

James grinned at your reaction, “Yeah like a real date. Without those losers,” he said making you laugh, “I wanna do it right okay?”

“Okay,” you said, “It’s a date,”

“Great,” James said, breaking out into a cheesy smile when suddenly you both heard whooping and wolf whistles behind you, “Oh fuck off,” James groaned as you began to laugh.

Sirius all but ran over, flinging his arm around James’s shoulder, “Fucking finally mate told you to just ask her,”

“You don’t get the credit for this!” Remus butted in, totally offended by Sirius’s comment, “I made this happen!”

“Nu uh,”

“Yu uh,”

As the two began to bicker you suddenly felt James take your hand. You looked at him, eyes wide but he just gave you a small smile as he tugged on your hand, leading you away from his nutcase friends. “Walk me back to my dorm?” you asked.

James grinned down at you, “Always,”

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[sweethingslast]

PROLOGUE TO ARMY DREAMERS

fem !reader is being tormented by cryptic dreams that entail the haunting future of her closest friends. james potter pairing

tw: blood, war, death, agnst, curse words, tormented reader.

(this is my first time writing since... middle school if im being honest and english isn't my first language so please bare with me! :) please leave thoughts in the comments!!)

your dorm room is deathly silent except for the soft rustling of the wind against the windows. you jolt awake, your heart is pounding so loudly your sure it might wake the whole castle up. your chest heaves as you gasp for air, night gown clinging on to your back from the cold sweat that coats your skin. you clutch your blankets tightly, trying to calm the wave of nausea rising in your stomach.

these dreams are going to be the end of me

for a week now, they've plagued your every moment- tonight was no exception. blurred and fragmented, yet painfully vivid. james' glasses cracked and bloodied on the floor, sirius and remus getting into a vicious argument, the contents of the argument always blurry and unsure, and a battlefield littered with loved ones. it was bloody terrifying and most of all, it felt real.

you sit upright in bed, that blankets tangled around your legs. your hands tremble as they reach for the journal under your pillow. hands barely able to grasp on to the leather binding, but you pull it in your lap, opening a blank page.

you had been writing in it for the past week, a desperate attempt to try and unfold the mystery behind the terror. the quill wobbles in your grip. the moonlight shining through your window as you began to write, pouring every fragment as if doing so might stop the sickening ache in your stomach stop.

the journal pages start to feel heavier beneath your fingers with every word, as if they are too burdened by the weight. you write feverishly, ink smudged as your shaking hands press against the page. words spill out in fragmented sentences, much like your dreams.

james glasses. cracked. blood everywhere. who's? his?

sirius yelling. he looked frustrated, hurt?

remus..was he crying? they looked like they were going to kill each other. wands tossed aside and fist flying fast.

bodies. faces I know but cant make out. faces I love. everywhere.

each stroke of the quill feels like your forcefully dragging the memories, no—dreams, (you reminded yourself) out of your chest, carving it out so it cant claw at you from inside anymore. or at least thats what you've been telling yourself.

because it doesn't work, it hasn't.

it never does.

the nausea doesn't fade; the weight in your chest doesn't lift. it sits there, heavy and immovable. you stare at the words you've written, they seem to mock you, their meaning gnawing at the edges of your mind like something alive. the ink glistened in the faint moonlight, refusing to dry, as if even it can’t accept the permanence of what you’ve written.

you trace the words, the ink still slightly tacky in places, smearing across your fingertips.

a shiver ripples through you.

you close the journal abruptly, the sound startling in the heavy silence of the room. “get it together,” you whisper to yourself, voice breaking like brittle parchment. “they’re just dreams.”

but your own words sound so feeble.

your gaze flickers to the window, where the wind hums against the glass. a part of you wants to throw it open, let the cold air wash over your burning skin, but the thought of leaving your bed—of facing the emptiness of the night—feels unbearable.

the thought of sharing these dreams with someone flickers through your mind again, as it did the first night you had woken up in a cold sweat.

you can envision it clearly. james would give you one of his smiles, albeit a small worried one, and wrap you up in it, in his intoxicating warmth, he would hold you close and with such care that you'd might be mistaken for a porcelain doll. he'd insist you needed a good, long nap, and that he'd lay with you until you fell asleep. he was everything but superstitious and you knew if you were to tell him, all your worries would fade.

but this wasn’t imagination nor superstition. it wasn’t something you could blame on the overworked mind of a hogwarts student or on missing dinner.

this was different. the pit in your stomach told you as much.

the other reason you can't let yourself even utter a word about it to anyone was because you were scared, more like outright frightened, that simply talking about it to them would speak the events into existence. you couldn't bring yourself to risk that. you weren't a particularly superstitious person, but these dreams felt different. they felt like a warning you had to heed.

the thing about that being how were you supposed to heed a warning when you are so bloody confused by it? you've been writing down fragments and parts you had remembered for the past week but it hadn't revealed anything, more or less just confused and unsettled you more.

the silence of the room starts feels oppressive as your thoughts begin to spiral.

its pressing in around you as if the air itself were conspiring to smother you under its weight. your fingers drum lightly against the closed journal, a futile attempt to ground yourself as the residue of your dreams lingers, sharp and unrelenting.

you shift slightly, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your forehead against them. your mind is a storm of half-formed thoughts, fragments that refuse to align, each one more unsettling than the last.

what does it all mean?

the question churns in your gut, an unyielding weight that no amount of reasoning can shake. the journal sits abandoned next to you, its leather cover cool against your feverish skin, the promise of answers lying dormant within its pages—if only you could find the thread that ties it all together.

you glance at the clock perched on the nightstand. the faint, golden hands tick steadily onward, oblivious to your torment. two-thirty in the morning. too early to do anything but too late to hope for any more sleep.

a memory flashes—your settled on the floor, leaning against lily's legs as she gently plays with your hair. she's enthralled in a conversation with marlene about merlin knows what, but the weaving of her fingers makes your body ease. your dorm is alive. the small room is filled with the comforting presence of your closest friends. james, ever the one to make himself at home, is sprawled across your carpet, using remus as a makeshift pillow, while both sirius and peter hover over your desk getting into a heated conversation over what song to play amongst the muggle CDs you had.

your soft humming blends seamlessly with the sounds of your friends chatting and laughing, creating a symphony of joy that envelops you. james catches your eye mid laugh, his hazel gaze meeting yours, its warm and affectionate, a stark contrast to the cold fear that grips you in your nightmare.

you shudder violently. it feels too cruel—too wrong—to imagine him or any of them— like that. and yet, the dream refuses to loosen its grip, the jagged edges of its vision cutting deeper into your mind with every passing moment.

you pull the journal closer, cradling it as if it were something alive. as if it, too, were bearing witness to these nightmares. your fingers tremble as you trace its edges, whispering softly, almost to yourself, “i just need more time. just… more time to figure this out.”

the thought rings hollow. time has done nothing but deepen the cracks.

the wind outside picks up, howling faintly through the narrow cracks of the windows, and you look toward the glass. the moon is still high, its silver light bathing the room in a pale glow. for a fleeting moment, you once again consider opening the window and letting the cold night air shock you awake—anything to clear your mind of the suffocating haze.

but you don’t. instead, you press yourself deeper into the blankets, as if they could shield you from the unease curling in your chest. the night feels endless, the silence too loud, and for a moment, you wonder if it will ever stop. Ii these dreams will ever release you.

as the minutes drag on, exhaustion begins to win out. however, exhaustion has nothing on your paranoia. you couldn't dare close your eyes, not if the first thing you saw when you opened them was your friends bodies. and so, you lay, curled in resilience of the heaviness of your eyelids. repeating to yourself stubbornly.

in the morning

in the morning I'll make sense of it.

[birdiebirdjay]

my thoughts on the marauders

the numbers aren't rankings btw (also i sound dead in this post because. i am dead inside rn. kjfdjkdfahkj help me)

fuck james, only useful thing he did in life was get laid and help create BWL

fuck sirius but at least he suffered :/ i guess he was an ok father figure but still a shit person + classist (like james). (upon further reflection, he wasn't even that great of a father figure- harry loved and relied on him though so?) edit: okay i have realized my thoughts on sirius are kind of complicated. like, yes, the logical part of my mind hates him. BUT, a part of me does like him, even though i constantly feel guilty about it lol. i accept that he's a bad person who did bad things, but i can't help but feel bad for him, you know?

fuck pettigrew, hate him, fucking creep and weirdo lived as MULTIPLE LITTLE KIDS' PET RAT AND SLEPT IN THE SAME BED WITH THOSE KIDS AND DID GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE, but it was the marauders fault he betrayed them imo. they never treated him as an equal despite what fanon will tell you.

okay controversial but. teen remus was a victim of james & sirius. like. the marauders were such a stupid classist dynamic of a friend group, i ship prongsfoot because they're the only two that are dickheads enough to match each other. anyways, remus' thing was: he got into a bad situation and Could Not Get Out. his problem solving Thing is just run away, run away, run away, and never look back. at hogwarts, he couldn't do that. there were super popular kids who were his 'friends' and knew his deepest darkest secret. if he hadn't befriended them by luck on the train, he'd probably be another severus, because james and sirius are, again, classist dicks. but, as he did befriend them, he had nowhere to go after that which. as a dude with a fucked up childhood + trust issues + commitment/staying in one place issues,,, that sounds like a nightmare. as an adult tho the things he did were. unacceptable. i feel like they are direct effects from his fucked up youth? like he never got to grow up properly mentally/emotionally? he's still in the 'run away run away run away' mentality always. add being constantly discriminated against bc of something you cant control that people hate you for and its just. kskdhskshf. his life sounds like a nightmare i just can't help but feel for him :(

[moonydoodlez]

Can I Kiss You?

Pairing: Sirius x Shy!Remus

Summary: Remus blurts out words he thought he'd regret but it turns out to be the best thing that could have happened to him.

Warnings: wolfstar being cuties, some language, and remu being a nervous wreck

Wordcount: 686

Everyone was surprised when Saturday morning they woke up to a snow storm. Remus surprisingly loved the snow but not necessarily being in it so he stayed inside watching the flurry's. He sat in the window with his book as he cuddled up in a blanket.

Eventually he was dragged out into the snow. He hadn't planned on enjoying the snow as much as he did. However when Sirius was smiling and laughing he always found himself enjoying even the mundane things.

Later that night though the two boys were in the Gryffindor common room sitting on a couch as the fire raged in front of them. They sat closer than what Remus thought was normal for two friends but he didn't mind.

"Look at this Remu" Sirius exclaimed as he showed Remus the muggle magazine that he had been flipping through.

Remus laughed shaking his head. Sirius had been showing him everything in the magazine for the last five minutes. Remus obviously knew what everything was but he never got over how excited Sirius would get to show him small things like clothes.

"Holy shit this looks like something you would wear" Sirius said before shoving the magazine into Remus's face again.

Remus grabbed the magazine so he could actually see what he was being shown. Sirius was right it looked like an outfit he wore last week. The man was wearing a black knitted sweater and jeans with converse.

"Can I kiss you?" Remus blurted out as his eyes widened. "Wow that does look like something I'd wear" He laughs. "What?" he asks innocently as Sirius stares at him with his eyes widened.

"Can I kiss you?" Sirius asks.

Remus's shoulders slumped as he stared down at his lap. He screwed up so badly and he felt stupid. Now Sirius was making fun of him which was what he had expected, he didn't want to be right though. His breathing picked up as he couldn't bring himself to look back up at Sirius.

"Remus, I'm asking if I can kiss you" he murmurs getting closer to Remus who was still looking down anxiously.

"Wait what" Remus says finally making eye contact with the long haired boy.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks for the second time.

Remus barely uttered a yes before Sirius's lips were on his. Remus hadn't ever kissed someone so he wasn't sure how to react at first. Remus finally kissed Sirius back as he placed his hands around his neck.

Remus felt like he had been lit on fire. Every part of his body was tingling. For once he didn't mind the feeling because it came from a feeling he wanted to experience. An experience he only wanted with Sirius.

As they got more comfortable Sirius moved his hands to Remus's waist. His hands leaving a fire burning on his skin at every step. Remus was hoping that Sirius was feeling the same things he was.

They completely forgot about there surroundings as they only focused on each other. Only focusing on the taste and the feeling of kissing each other. They only pulled away every once in a while for a breath but quickly went back to kissing.

"Holy shit I knew it" A voice yells.

The two boys quickly pushed away from each other causing Remus to almost fall off the couch. Sirius put his arm out to steady Remus. They both wiped at there lips as they stared at James who was standing still standing on the steps.

James ran down the rest of the stairs stairs and was now standing in front of the couch where they were sitting. "I always knew you guys liked each other" James exclaimed.

"Wait really" Remus asked confused.

"Yeah.. you guys are always so 'oh my gosh i love your hair Sirius'" James said mocking Remus. Sirius laughed causing James to look at him sternly. "You cant laugh what about your 'anything for you moony'" he mocked in a swoony tone.

Sirius went quiet as he bit his lip looking at Remus who was now laughing.

"So love birds, you guys dating or what?" James asks.

Masterlist Wolfstar Masterlist

[tuliplov3r]

remus lupin (part 1)

part 2 part 3 part 4

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sirius however being your twin brother, you both had verry opposite personalities. your brothers attended hogwarts while you had gone to beauxbatons. when sirius ran away you vowed to stay back with regulus, even when sirius begged you both to leave with him. regulus would have never left and you stayed with him in that horrid house. the difference being you stayed and sirius left. you didn't blame him, however a part of you wished he had stayed.

regulus had missed his brother and you missed your twin. however your parents had cut off connections between you and sirius when he decided to leave. luckly by the age of 18 you had built up the courage to leave your horrible family and bring regulus with you. you both shared a flat in london. regulus was finishing his last year of hogwarts and you were currently working at a book/coffee shop. sirius and your 19th birthday was coming up soon. regulus was staying at home for your birthday. he was currently upstairs doing work dumbledoor had sent him, so that he can still stay on top of his studies.

it was a slow day in the shop. you were currently baking a new pastry. birthday cake flavored in honor of your birthday coming up. you owned the shop and was the only emoloyee. you liked it that way. you heard the store bell ring and you walked out from the kitchen, with a messy apron on and powder on your cheeks. you were met with a tall man with a cute smile. you had never seen him before.

"hi, how can i help you?" you asked with a warm smile. "hi, erm im remus", remus you heard that name before, but couldn't quite remember when.

"hello remus, im (y/n), is there anything i could get you?" you ask. "yes, actually im here to ask you to come with me."

you look at him oddly and only then has he realized the oddness of what he has just said. he blushes and apologizes "im sorry, that was weird. what i meant to say is that i am a good friend of your brother's sirius and i was wondering if you would like to come visit him, especially since your guys's birthday is almost here".

your jaw dropped wide open. you were about to see your brother sirius for the first time in years. not only that but his cute friend wants you to be there too!

"yes! yes! yes! i would love to, i cant wait to tell regulus" you say excitedly. you take of your apron and run upstairs to tell regulus the good news. you open his bedroom door and hes slightly sleeping at his desk. his quill is in his hand and his head leaning against his other hand for support. you smile and slightly tap his shoulder. he mumbles a "mhm".

"we are going to visit sirius" you say excitedly. his head moves up so quickly that you swear he experienced wiplash. he looks at you, smiles and hugs you.

after a couple minutes of hugging. he looks at you and asks "how did you find him?". thats when realization dawned upon you and you ran back downstairs. regulus hot on your tails. you had forgot remus was downstairs.

you see remus standing awkwardly by the display, hands in his pocket. "hi" you say breathlessly and a huge smile on your face and red cheeks from embarrasment. "hello" he responds with a smile.

regulus runs into your back and you both fall. remus quickly walks to you and helps you up. you smile and say thank you. while regulus quickly gets up and asks "remus?". remus looks at him and smiles awkwardly.

"how did you find us?" regulus asks, intrigued. "dumbledoor" remus responds quickly. after a moment of silence of you catching your breath, regulus thinking and remus smiling awkwardly. remus speaks up and says "i will come back later tonight, around 8 and we can apparate to my flat and see sirius".

regulus looks at him and asks "you guys share a flat?". remus smiles and says "yes, we share it with james and peter, too." regulus nods his head and turns his gaze towards you. you are currently packing up some of the pastries in a bag for remus to take back home.

you walk towards remus, thank him and hand him the bag of pastires, "its on the house". remus is about to complain and reaches for his wallet in his pocket. you grab his hand and thank him for giving you this chance to reconnect with your brother again.

remus walks out the door with a smile and you smile as he walks away. you look toward regulus and say "cmon, lets go pack". he smiles and shouts "race ya" as he runs up the stairs. you quickly follow laughing and shouting "cheater"!

•💌•

[seaskate]

Remus

We all remember that scene in All The Young Dudes when Remus walks onto the train in his combat boots, with his short hair, and muggle clothes, looking every piece the teen that parents want their children away from. And we all know that it wasnt just a look, for a few summers Remus was that teen. He broke into places with the other boys from the boys home, smoked, got drunk and into fights (he got into fights even before then). This behavior even continued, in part, when he went back to school and started selling smokes to the other students and drank with the Marauders. He was punk and a lot of it came naturally, spurred on by the wolf inside of him. He only shoved it down in fifth year and beyond for the Marauders. He became the boy that wore sweaters and was deeply, incurably, in love with his best friend.

Now imagine if he had kept the style though, if he'd dressed like a muggle punk on the weekends, because what better way than to stick it to the blood purist than to be the embodiment of some many things that they hate. If he'd leaned a bit more into the wolf inside of him during those last few years, especially after "The Prank".

Everything probably would have still played out the same, I wont deny that. The Order still would have thought him a traitor for being a werewolf, maybe even more so for acting a bit more like one. And Remus still would have been hopelessly in love with Sirius and utterly destroyed when James and Lily died and Remus thought that Sirius'd had a hand in it. He still would have fallen into alcoholism and found his way back to Grant, and would have mellowed out over the years into the sweater wearing man that we know from the books. All the fight had left him after all when everyone else did.

But could you imagine the reaction of the few survivors (like Snape and Mcgonagall) that knew him back then when they see him agian? Sirius's reaction? Because I think it would be hilarious to see their reactions when Remus went seemingly from one end of the danger scale to the other.

It would have been sad too.

Having Remus be so punk for a time only to turn out the same tired man from the books, would be heartbreaking in a whole other way.

People tend to change things about themselves after something traumatic. Women cut their long hair short and guys change their personalities into someone that wouldn't have been hurt by what had so thoroughly torn them apart before.

I love the idea of it being shown in such a blatant way that cant be brushed aside by putting away the bottles just how destroyed Remus was after everything went to hell. I love the idea of it being as undeniable as the scars on Remus's skin. Maybe that's just me though.

[curioushabitforarivergod]

💛💚💖 I'm curious 🤭

Ask game: unpopular opinion edition <3

hii tysm for the ask! another chance to spread my hateful words and thoughts! (also a senpai notice me moment ngl 😳🤭)

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

in all honesty, i will back most ships but the one i cannot is drarry. like i get it, theres all this fun evidence but who tf cares. its kind of bland, especially after falling down into the depths tomarrymort and i actually despise 8th year fics which seem to make up a huge portion of it. drarry fans can be very very insufferable (speaking as a former drarry shipper) and i could not stand to be in the same room as more than a few at any one time

also wolfstar. i cant believe i nearly forgot how much i despise it. remus and sirius are not good for each other, and everyone seems so obsessed over it. plus anytime i try to read a marauders fic its just there which puts me off a lot of that part of the fandom in general. i cant stand it even if its a side pairing — the mischaracterisation, the blatant suppression of sirius' personality, changing him into the uwu boy and remus into the badass one (atyd, my op). they definitely were not together before harry's 3rd year and even then i dont think they were actually together. i lowkey hate remus too. hes kind of mid

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

my fave character is harry and the movies did a world of damage to him. they made him boring and flat and so now everyone thinks hes like that. hes not — hes so clever and hes vicious and hes such a complicated person dealing with so much shit. and often ppl make his abuse worse, but thats not the point. neglect and starvation are also abuse, it doesn't have to be overtly physical. it downplays over forms of abuse (i myself have an emotionally abusive relationship w my mother). i hate when people make harry weak in the face of all this — he is so strong and amazing

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

that wolfstar didnt love each other lmao. i honestly dont know what counts as an unpopular opinion. mainly, i think at kings cross when harry dies, it should have been lily to greet him — dumbledore is obviously death and he was the wrong choice to represent the narrative closure. or if not lily, at least someone like sirius. also the characterisation of death in fics; death should be a woman! or at least not portrayed as a man all the time. im just obsessed with that idea. you get it in art/writing sometimes (e.g. Death by Janis Rozentāls (1897) / "There is something female about being dead," Joyce Carol Oates) and it makes me feral.

more unpopular opinons: i dont think regulus was a good guy, i think peter deserved better from everyone around him and the fandom, voldemort was never exorcised as a child and hes far more interesting than parts of the fandom think, the marauders were really bad bullies and SA'd snape but theyre also allowed to grow up — the two arent mutually exclusive, none of the characters are particularly good and none of them fully evil either (nuance ffs), remus is a coward and i hate him a lot