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[evermoreness]

moonlight and mending pt.4 | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: remus is definitely getting comfortable around you.

obs: this is part four of a series. here's part one and part five.

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It wasn’t just the Marauders who noticed—it was everyone.

Something was different between you and Remus.

Maybe it was the way you gravitated toward each other like magnets, always ending up sitting together, walking together, talking in hushed voices in the library. Maybe it was the way you touched him, casual and warm—your hand brushing his arm when you laughed, your head leaning against his shoulder when you were tired.

Or maybe it was the way Remus—who had never been one for public affection—let you do all of it.

One afternoon, you were sitting outside in the courtyard with Lily and Marlene, flipping through a magazine Lily had brought from home. The sun was warm, and the three of you were giggling over some ridiculous article about how to “win the heart of a wizard.”

“Honestly, who writes this nonsense?” Marlene scoffed, shaking her head. “Step one: Laugh at all his jokes, even if they’re bad? What if he’s not funny?”

You laughed. “Then he’s not the one.”

Lily grinned. “You’re ruthless.”

“I have standards,” you said dramatically, flipping the page.

“Oi, are you lot gossiping again?”

You looked up just as Remus appeared, hands in his pockets, looking far too amused.

Marlene smirked. “Always.”

You smiled, immediately moving over so he could sit beside you. The second he did, you wrapped your arms around his waist in a quick hug, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Hi, Rem.”

He huffed a laugh. “Hi.”

Lily and Marlene exchanged very obvious glances.

Remus was stiff for a millisecond—but then he relaxed, resting his arm behind you on the bench. He wasn’t much for this—for letting people be so openly affectionate with him—but with you… with you, he didn’t mind.

In fact, he liked it.

“So,” Lily said, giving you both a knowing look. “What exactly is going on between you two?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Marlene grinned. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You’ve been practically attached at the hip.”

Remus sighed. “Not this again.”

Lily smirked. “It’s not just us. Everyone has noticed.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe we just like each other’s company.”

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Like each other’s company?”

Remus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am not having this conversation.”

Lily giggled. “You already are.”

You patted his knee playfully. “It’s okay, Rem, they’re just curious.”

He definitely blushed at the nickname—again—and Marlene definitely caught it.

“Ohhh, Rem?” she teased.

Lily gasped, clasping her hands together. “That’s adorable.”

Remus sighed in suffering. “Merlin, help me.”

You just laughed, leaning into him a little more. “It’s okay, Rem, I’ll protect you.”

He gave you a flat look. “You’re the cause of all this.”

You grinned. “Exactly.”

Lily and Marlene howled with laughter.

Lily was practically vibrating with excitement at this point. “Oh, this is too good,” she said, nudging Marlene. “James is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.”

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “For the love of Merlin, please don’t bring Prongs into this.”

“Oh, but I must,” Lily said with a mockingly serious expression. “It is my duty as his girlfriend to provide him with quality gossip.”

You giggled, nudging Remus with your shoulder. “It’s okay, Rem, you know James will just be happy you’re getting some attention.”

Marlene gasped dramatically. “She’s got a point! You are the most mysterious Marauder. It’s about time we figure out what’s going on inside that broody little head of yours.”

Remus sighed, looking to the sky like he was asking for divine intervention. “I don’t brood.”

You snorted. “You absolutely brood.”

“I think a better word would be ‘broodingly handsome,’” Marlene said with a teasing smirk.

Remus groaned. “Merlin’s beard.”

Lily clapped her hands together. “Okay, okay, but seriously. You two are always together, always sitting next to each other, always whispering about Merlin-knows-what—”

“Probably about books,” Marlene cut in.

Lily nodded. “Definitely about books. But that’s beside the point. Look at you two!” She gestured between you and Remus, who was still sitting rigidly beside you, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“I am looking,” Marlene said, tapping her chin. “And you know what I see?”

Remus tensed. “Please don’t say it.”

“A couple,” Marlene said smugly.

You laughed as Remus let out the longest, most dramatic exhale of his life. “We are not a couple!” he protested, clearly exasperated.

Marlene shrugged. “Sure, you aren’t.”

Lily grinned. “But you could be.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, but you masked it with a playful smirk. “Are you two trying to set us up?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t have to if you two just admitted what’s already obvious,” Lily teased.

Remus scoffed. “Nothing is obvious.”

Lily and Marlene exchanged a glance before Marlene turned back to him, smirking. “Remus, darling, you literally let her cuddle you in public. And you don’t let anyone do that.”

“I—” Remus paused, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for a good argument.

You just smiled up at him. “Do you mind when I do it?”

His gaze flicked to you, and in that moment, he looked completely thrown off. His lips parted slightly, his expression softening. “No,” he admitted, voice quieter now.

Marlene gasped, smacking Lily’s arm. “Did you hear that? He doesn’t mind.”

Lily grinned. “Oh, I heard it loud and clear.”

Remus groaned again. “Can we talk about something else?”

You giggled, deciding to take pity on him. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop.”

Marlene pouted. “But we were having so much fun.”

Lily nudged her. “We should probably give them a break. Poor Remus looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust.”

Remus sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

Lily leaned in with a smirk. “For now.”

He shot her a look, but she just grinned innocently.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop smiling. As much as Remus acted exasperated, you could feel the warmth in his body beside you, the way he didn’t pull away from you despite the teasing.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there.

Later that afternoon, after Lily and Marlene had left—giggling and whispering conspiratorially, no doubt plotting more ways to tease him—Remus and you were left alone under the warm sunlight. The courtyard was quieter now, students either inside or spread out across the grounds. It was peaceful.

You, of course, took full advantage of the moment. You leaned your head on his shoulder, sighing happily. “Peace and quiet at last.”

Remus huffed a soft laugh. “For now.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. “You act like you don’t secretly enjoy it when they tease you.”

He gave you a flat look. “I don’t.”

You grinned and, without thinking much, leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

The moment your lips touched his skin, you felt him stiffen slightly, and when you pulled back, you caught the pink dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you.

“You can’t just—” He exhaled. “Do that without warning.”

You tilted your head innocently. “Why not?”

“Because,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s… unexpected.”

You smiled. “So I can do it as long as I warn you first?”

He blinked, processing, then groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”

You giggled, reaching for his hand. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he curled his fingers lightly around yours, tracing absentminded patterns against your skin. You swore you felt his thumb brush over your knuckles.

“I like this,” you murmured.

He glanced at your joined hands, then back at you. His lips twitched. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You don’t mind?”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “No. I’m getting used to you, I think.”

You beamed. “Getting used to me?”

He smirked. “That’s what I said.”

You pretended to think. “Does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?”

He gave you a dry look, but his fingers didn’t move from yours. “I suppose.”

“And hug you whenever I want?”

A pause. Then, quieter, “Yes.”

Your heart did a little flip.

You leaned closer, lowering your voice to a playful whisper. “And steal a kiss on the cheek every now and then?”

His face turned red immediately. He groaned. “Why are you like this?”

You grinned. “You didn’t say no.”

Remus rolled his eyes but didn’t make any attempt to move away from you. In fact, he let his hand slip down from the bench to rest lightly on your back, his fingers tracing gentle patterns there.

You felt your heart melt at the gesture. He was getting more comfortable with you, letting himself enjoy these quiet, affectionate moments.

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his, playing with them absently. “You know,” you mused, “I really like being around you.”

Remus let out a breath, looking down at your joined hands. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Mhm. You’re my favorite person.”

He scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way his grip on your hand tightened just slightly. “Now I know you’re lying.”

You gasped dramatically. “Remus Lupin, do you doubt my affections?”

He smirked. “I don’t doubt that you like annoying me.”

You pouted. “That’s just a bonus.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are something else.”

You beamed. “And yet, here you are, voluntarily spending time with me.”

He sighed, feigning exasperation. “Unfortunately.”

You gasped again, reaching out to shove him playfully.

Remus laughed, catching your wrist before you could retreat, holding your hand in his once more. His thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly, his expression softening. “I do like having you around, though,” he admitted quietly. “Even if you are an absolute menace.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his voice. “You’re getting so soft, Rem,” you teased, nudging him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ll ruin my reputation if you keep saying things like that.”

You grinned. “Too late.”

Remus shook his head, but there was a fondness in his eyes as he looked at you. The castle grounds were quiet now, the sky streaked with the warm colors of sunset, and for the first time in a long time, he felt… peaceful.

And it was all because of you.

His soft spot.

And it wasn’t just in the courtyard.

It was everywhere.

In the Great Hall, when you’d sneak bits of food onto Remus’s plate because you knew he wouldn’t eat enough otherwise.

In the library, when he’d rest his chin on his hand and watch you take notes, a small, soft smile on his lips.

During patrols, when he was tired and quiet, and you’d loop your arm through his and walk beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe—just maybe—Remus was getting used to having you around.

Like how, when you both studied together, you’d casually lean your knee against his, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like how, whenever you greeted him, you’d rest a hand on his arm or tug gently at his sleeve to get his attention.

Remus wasn’t the type to ask for affection.

Not because he didn’t want it—Merlin, he wanted it—but because he never thought he deserved it.

But you? You gave it freely.

And every time you touched him—whether it was an absentminded brush of your fingers through his hair, the warm squeeze of your hand in his, or the way you hugged him without hesitation—he never let it slip away too quickly.

If he could make it last forever, he would.

And right at this moment, it was exactly what he was doing.

The library was quiet that afternoon, only the occasional soft murmur of students and the scratch of quills breaking the silence. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patterns across the wooden tables and shelves. The smell of parchment and ink mixed with the faint scent of dust—old books, well-worn and well-loved.

At one of the many study tables, you and Remus sat side by side, books spread out in front of you.

Well.

You were studying.

Remus? Not so much.

He had started with the intent to read, truly, but then you had very absentmindedly begun to run your fingers through his hair, and—well.

That was the end of that.

He had gone still at first, unsure if you even realized what you were doing. But then you did it again, lightly twirling a lock of his hair between your fingers before combing it back, and Merlin help him, his brain just shut off.

His book—Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts—lay open in his lap, but he hadn’t absorbed a single word in the past five minutes.

Instead, he sat there, head slightly tilted toward you, absolutely enthralled by the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair.

He could get used to this.

(If he let himself, that was.)

You hummed softly, eyes scanning your own book as you gently tugged at a slightly tangled strand near the nape of his neck.

“Your hair’s getting long,” you mused, voice absentminded and warm.

Remus blinked, trying to pull himself out of his daze. “Mhm.”

You chuckled, still playing with his hair. “Should I stop?”

“No.”

The word left his mouth far too quickly. His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly cleared his throat. “I mean—uh—only if you want to.”

You smirked, closing your book and turning your attention fully to him. “So you do like it.”

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I regret everything.”

“You should regret keeping this weakness hidden from me,” you teased, fingers resuming their lazy motions in his hair.

He grumbled something under his breath, which only made you grin.

“You’re like a cat, Rem,” you mused, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he looked.

Remus huffed. “I am not.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally leaning into it.”

He immediately straightened, sitting up stiffly. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh?” You let your hand drop from his hair completely.

Remus froze.

And then, to your complete amusement, he shifted ever so slightly toward you, as if expecting your hand to return.

You gasped dramatically. “You are a cat.”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Shut up.”

You laughed, leaning into him just enough that your shoulder pressed against his. “It’s okay, Rem. I think it’s cute.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “…You’re mocking me.”

“Only a little.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.

Instead, after a long pause, he hesitated before mumbling, “You, uh… you can keep doing it. If you want.”

You bit back a smile, letting your fingers slip back into his hair.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

And if Remus spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to read while secretly basking in your touch…

Well.

That was between him and his book.

As the afternoon wore on, the quiet hum of the library surrounded you both. Remus had long given up on pretending to read, his book now serving as a convenient prop to cover his flushed face. His head tilted slightly toward you with each gentle motion of your fingers in his hair, and he couldn’t help the small, contented sigh that escaped his lips.

You, on the other hand, were completely aware of how much you were making him squirm, but you liked this side of him. The side that wasn’t so guarded, the side that didn’t try to hide how much he liked it. You found yourself smirking, amused by how easily you could get him flustered without even trying.

“So,” you said casually, breaking the silence. “What exactly did you think you were going to do in this library? Honestly, I thought you were here to study.”

Remus let out a small, embarrassed laugh, still not looking at you. “I was,” he muttered. “I had every intention to, but… I’m kind of distracted.”

You chuckled. “By me?”

He shifted uncomfortably, still not looking at you, though his shoulders were visibly relaxed. “Maybe,” he admitted. “You’ve got… you’ve got a way of making it hard to focus.”

You hummed thoughtfully, giving him a teasing look. “So I’m distracting, am I?”

Remus nodded, but it was almost as if he didn’t trust himself to say more.

You leaned in slightly, your voice turning more playful. “Well, I’m glad I can be of service.”

He turned his head just enough to meet your eyes, his own gaze full of warmth. “You’re always of service,” he said softly, as if the words just slipped out before he could stop them.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, the teasing atmosphere melted away. You kept your hand in his hair, now just running your fingers through it absentmindedly, unsure of what to say in response to such an unexpected confession.

After a long pause, you finally smiled, trying to keep things light again. “You know, if I keep doing this, you might start expecting it.”

Remus chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Maybe I already do.”

That answer caught you off guard, and your breath hitched, your fingers faltering for a second. You weren’t expecting such a direct response, especially not from him. But the way he was looking at you—vulnerable, yet trusting—made your chest tighten with something that you couldn’t quite name.

You swallowed, forcing a smile. “Well, tough luck, Moony,” you teased, pulling your hand back to flip open your own textbook. “You’re just going to have to settle for me occasionally distracting you.”

Remus smiled, a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes as he finally glanced down at his book, but his fingers reached out to brush against your own lightly. “I think I can handle that.”

For the rest of the time in the library, the two of you didn’t speak much. There was a comfort in the silence now—an unspoken understanding between you both that didn’t need to be voiced. You went back to your studying, and Remus tried, very half-heartedly, to focus on his own work, though the quiet moments of touch between you two lingered, unspoken, in the air.

Even without words, you both knew that something had shifted, that something between you had changed. It was subtle, small, but it was there. And in that moment, as you sat next to him in the stillness of the library, it felt like everything was perfectly in place.

Moony eyes.

At the Gryffindor common room, the boys and you were chatting. Sirius was sprawled on the sofa, while James and Peter were seated at the floor. Sharing a very small armchair, were you and Remus.

The boys have been teasing you for weeks now, and they certainly wouldn't stop. Maybe it was their own unique way to get both of you together.

"Merlin’s beard," Sirius groaned, dramatically leaning back against the couch. "Will you two just snog already and put the rest of us out of our misery?"

Remus choked on his own spit.

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks. "What?!"

James cackled, smacking the table. "He’s got a point, mate. You two have been making moony eyes at each other all dinner."

Peter snorted, laughing so hard he actually let himself lay on the floor. "Moony eyes—"

Remus, who was still recovering from nearly dying via choking, cleared his throat. "I have not been making ‘moony eyes.’"

Sirius smirked. “Oh, but you have, Moony. Don’t even try to deny it.”

James nodded enthusiastically. “You should see yourself, mate. Every time she talks, you stare at her like she hung the bloody stars.”

You felt your face heat up even more, sneaking a glance at Remus. His ears were red, and he looked absolutely scandalized.

“I do not,” he insisted.

Peter, ever the instigator, grinned. “Oh, you definitely do. It’s almost poetic, really.”

Sirius leaned forward, grinning mischievously. “And don’t think we haven’t noticed you two sneaking off to be alone. What do you do when you disappear together, hm?”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Merlin, give me strength.”

You decided to join in on the teasing, turning to Remus with a playful smile. “Well, Rem, should we tell them?”

Remus peeked at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare.”

That only made Sirius more interested. “Oh, now I need to know.”

James gasped dramatically. “Are you two secretly snogging? Is that what this is? Betrayal! I thought we were friends, Moony!”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, we’re not snogging, James.”

“Not yet,” Sirius muttered under his breath.

Remus gave him a deadly glare. “Padfoot—”

Sirius grinned. “What? Just stating facts, mate.”

You smirked. “You lot are awfully invested in our nonexistent love life.”

James scoffed. “Oh, it’s very much existent. Just painfully slow.”

Peter nodded sagely. “At this rate, we’ll all be graduated before you two finally get together.”

Remus threw his head back in exasperation. “You are all insufferable.”

Sirius nudged him with his elbow. “Oh, come on, Moony, admit it. You fancy her.”

Remus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is not how I pictured my evening going.”

James grinned, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "We’re just saying, you two might as well get it over with before we all go mad."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. "You lot are insufferable."

Sirius gasped, clutching his chest. "You wound me!"

Peter snickered. "Pretty sure Remus is the only one wounding himself—what with all the choking and blushing."

Remus scowled at them all. "I do not blush."

James pointed at him. "Your ears are bright red, mate."

Remus groaned, covering his ears with his hands.

You decided to fight fire with fire. You turned to Sirius, an innocent smile on your lips. "Alright, if we’re playing this game—when was the last time you went five minutes without flirting with someone, Black?"

Sirius smirked. "Oh, deflecting, are we?" He wagged a finger at you. "Classic move. But it won’t save you, darling."

James laughed, nudging him. "To be fair, he’s got you there. You are terrible at subtlety."

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, and you lot are subtle?"

"Of course," Peter said with a straight face. "We are the very definition of subtle."

James nodded solemnly. "Masters of it, really."

Sirius threw an arm over James’ shoulder. "Stealthy as shadows, my dear."

Remus exhaled sharply, dropping his hands from his face. "I hate every single one of you."

You grinned, nudging him playfully. "Even me?"

His expression softened immediately—traitorously. "Especially you," he muttered, though the slight curl of his lips gave him away.

Sirius groaned again. "See?! Look at that! You two are disgusting!"

James shook his head. "Unbelievable. Just snog already."

Remus groaned. “Merlin, just end me now.”

You, smiling brighter than ever, simply laced your fingers through his. He squeezed your hand, and though he was still flustered beyond belief, he didn’t let go.

Sirius gasped dramatically. “Oh, hand-holding! Scandalous!”

James pretended to faint.

Peter shook his head. “We’ve lost him to romance.”

Remus sighed, but there was a small, secret smile playing at his lips as he looked at you. “I really do hate them.”

You squeezed his hand, laughing softly. “I don’t know, I kind of love them.”

He exhaled, glancing at his friends—who were now reenacting some over-the-top, tragic love story in the middle of the common room.

He looked back at you, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah. Me too.”

Trying to protect you.

The change was subtle at first. Little things.

Remus stopped sitting so close to you, stopped letting his fingers brush against yours when you reached for something at the same time. He no longer rested his arm behind you on the couch or leaned into you when you laughed. The warmth you had grown used to—the easy comfort of having him near—was fading, like a candle slowly burning out.

At first, you thought you were imagining it. But then, he started avoiding you entirely.

You barely saw him at breakfast. He was quick to leave after class. When you sat beside him in the common room, he’d suddenly remember he had something to do—homework, patrols, an excuse that never quite made sense.

But the worst part? You didn’t change.

You were still as sweet as ever, still beaming up at him when you saw him in the hallways. Still sliding into the seat beside him in the common room, pressing a chocolate bar into his hand with a soft, “You look like you need this.”

You still reached for his hand when you laughed at something stupid Sirius said. Still looked at him with those bright, trusting eyes, like he wasn’t something to be afraid of.

It made him feel sick.

Because he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you.

And yet… he craved you.

Your touch. Your warmth. The way you made him feel like he was more than just scars and sharp edges.

But the full moon was too close now.

He could feel it—coiling in his gut, burning behind his ribs. It made him restless, short-tempered. His body ached, his appetite grew insatiable, his thoughts were muddled with something too sharp, too wild.

And you were still here, making everything harder.

One evening, after dinner, he was sitting in the common room, staring into the fire, trying to drown out the pounding in his head. You came in, looking as radiant as ever, your face lighting up the second you saw him.

“Rem!” you chirped, flopping onto the couch beside him without hesitation.

His jaw clenched. He didn’t turn to look at you.

Undeterred, you nudged his arm. “You okay? You’ve been quiet today.”

He swallowed hard. “Just tired.”

You hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t push. Instead, you leaned against him slightly, just enough for your shoulder to brush his.

“Wanna help me with my Potions essay?” you asked, your voice light. “Slughorn is going to hex me if I mess up another ingredient list.”

Remus should have said no. Should have told you to find Lily or James or anyone else.

But instead, he found himself glancing at you.

And Merlin, you were looking at him like he hung the bloody stars in the sky.

His throat felt tight.

“I—” He forced himself to look away, pushing a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Sure.”

Your smile was blinding, and something inside his chest ached.

He was being so selfish.

Letting you sit so close. Letting you touch him. Letting himself want you when he knew what was going to happen in just a few days.

But he wasn’t strong enough to pull away.

Not yet.

You didn’t seem to notice how stiff he was, or if you did, you didn’t mention it. Instead, you just grinned, pulling out your Potions book and parchment as if nothing had changed. As if he wasn’t trying to put distance between you.

Remus hated it.

Hated how easy it was for you to sit beside him, to nudge his knee with yours like you always did. Hated how much he liked it.

You were making this impossible.

“Okay,” you sighed, flipping through the pages. “Tell me why I always forget the difference between powdered root of asphodel and essence of dittany.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh despite himself. “Because you have the attention span of a flobberworm.”

You gasped dramatically. “Rude.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. Stop it.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the walls he’d been building around you. “Powdered root of asphodel is a sleeping agent,” he muttered, shifting away slightly. “Essence of dittany is for healing.”

You pursed your lips, scribbling it down on your parchment. “See? This is why I keep you around.”

A warmth spread through his chest before he could shove it down.

You always said things like that so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be in your life. Like you didn’t realize how dangerous it was to be near him.

He should have ignored it. Should have let the moment pass.

But when he glanced at you, you were already looking at him—chin propped in your hand, eyes soft and full of something he didn’t deserve.

He swallowed hard. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You blinked, surprised. “Like what?”

Like I’m worth something.

Instead of answering, he shook his head, looking back at your parchment. “Just… keep writing.”

You didn’t press him. You never did.

You just smiled a little, amused, and got back to your notes.

And Remus felt his resolve crumbling.

Because the full moon was closing in, and he was supposed to be pushing you away.

But you weren’t letting him.

And deep down, he knew—no matter how hard he tried—he didn’t want you to.

Someone who stays.

Now Remus was fully avoiding you.

At first, it was subtle—excuses about needing to study, leaving the Great Hall earlier than usual, disappearing between classes. But then, it became obvious. He stopped waiting for you after class. He no longer sought you out in the courtyard or library. He barely spoke to you.

And you weren’t having it.

So, when he slipped out of the Great Hall after barely touching his food, you followed.

Remus walked with his hands shoved in his pockets, head down, as he made his way toward the Astronomy Tower. You didn’t even hesitate to chase after him.

"Remus!"

He froze for a fraction of a second before continuing up the stairs.

You huffed, quickening your pace. “You are aware that ignoring me won’t actually make me go away, right?”

Remus exhaled through his nose. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“You are,” you countered, finally reaching his side. “You’ve been running off at every opportunity like I’m some horrible curse you need to escape from.”

He swallowed, still refusing to look at you.

"Rem," you tried softly.

His shoulders tensed.

You stepped in front of him, blocking his way. “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, glancing toward the night sky.

You frowned. “You’re isolating yourself, and don’t you dare tell me you always do this, because we both know that’s a lie.”

Remus exhaled, jaw clenched. “Maybe you should stop worrying about me.”

You recoiled slightly, but quickly narrowed your eyes. “Like hell I will.”

Remus rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Good,” you snapped. “You’re pushing me away, and I don’t know why.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “You should.”

Your chest tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” Remus cut himself off, shaking his head. “You know something’s wrong. You know I’m not—” He inhaled sharply. “I just— I need you to stop.”

You blinked. “Stop what?”

Remus let out a humorless laugh. “Caring.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Because if you keep caring,” he said, voice hoarse, “you’re going to get hurt.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Remus…”

“I can’t—I won’t let that happen.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “You don’t get to decide that.”

He clenched his fists. “I do.”

“No, you don’t,” you shot back. “Because I choose to care about you. I choose to be here.”

His expression faltered, pain flickering in his eyes.

You exhaled, voice softer. “Rem… why won’t you just let me be here for you?”

He turned away. “Because one day, you’ll hate me for it.”

Your heart ached.

“I could never hate you,” you whispered.

Remus squeezed his eyes shut. “You say that now.”

You took a deep breath, then—without hesitation—wrapped your arms around him.

Remus stiffened.

But you didn’t let go.

You held him tighter, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands trembled at his sides. “You should.”

“I won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath.

And slowly—so slowly—you felt his arms wrap around you, his grip hesitant, as if he was afraid you’d vanish the moment he touched you.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

Remus held you like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. His grip wasn’t tight, wasn’t desperate, but it was cautious—like he wasn’t sure if he deserved this moment.

You weren’t having that.

You tightened your arms around him, pressing closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. His heartbeat was fast, too fast. You didn’t know if it was from nerves or something else entirely, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to know—really know—that you weren’t leaving.

His fingers twitched against your back. “You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” you murmured.

He shook his head against you. “I can’t.”

You exhaled, running a soothing hand up and down his back. “Then I’ll wait.”

Remus stiffened. “You shouldn’t.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your arms still around him, refusing to let go. His face was guarded, carefully blank, but his eyes—those soft brown eyes—were filled with emotion.

“Why not?” you whispered.

His jaw tightened. “Because I’m not worth waiting for.”

Your heart ached. “That’s not your decision to make.”

He looked away, his grip on you loosening, but you refused to let him slip away.

“Remus.” You gently cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. His skin was cool beneath your fingertips, and he tensed under your touch. “You don’t get to decide what you’re worth to me. And right now? Right now, I’m telling you that you’re worth everything.”

His breath hitched.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to,” you continued softly. “You don’t have to explain why you disappear every month, or why you come back looking like you fought the bloody Whomping Willow. You don’t have to tell me why you think pushing me away will keep me safe.” You swallowed, thumb brushing against his cheek. “But just because you won’t tell me, doesn’t mean I don’t see you, Rem.”

His fingers curled into the fabric of your robes.

“I see you,” you whispered. “And I’m not afraid.”

Remus let out a shaky breath. He looked so tired, so torn. And yet, for the first time in days, he wasn’t running.

You watched as his resolve cracked—just slightly, just enough. His shoulders sagged, and before you knew it, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart clenched as you felt his breath against your skin, uneven and vulnerable. You rubbed soothing circles into his back, holding him close, grounding him.

“Is it really so impossible to believe,” you murmured, “that someone could stay?”

Remus let out a bitter laugh. “For me? Yes.”

You frowned, tightening your grip around him. “Then I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

He let out a soft, shaky exhale. His arms wrapped around you fully this time, holding on like he was finally allowing himself to believe—even if just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, you meant it.

And you did.

You always would.

—— 🌙 ——

Notes from the author:

Hello my favourite people!

Made extra fluff for you, our Moony deserves some love! (Even though he doesn't admit it)

Also, did you notice that the reader, who always does amazing in potions, is asking his help with it? 🫢

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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touch me, not feel me;

pairing- priest!sirius black x virgin!reader warning(s)- 18+ content, corruption, dark (demonic?) themes. a/n- please this is so filthy it's got my pussy throbbing like crazyyyyyy. please let me know if you'd like more parts to this hehe. also this isn't strictly a standalone, but it's better if you read it after the first one.

part one

the diner

sirius stood at the pulpit, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the stained glass windows. the colored light cast an ethereal glow over his high cheekbones, sharp jaw, porcelain skin, making him appear almost otherworldly as he gazed out over the congregation. he could feel your presence among the faithful, could sense your eyes on him, with a fervor that set his skin prickling.

he had always been a man of intense emotions, a soul that felt too deeply for the confines of the mortal world. it was this very intensity that had drawn him to the life of a priest, seeking a higher purpose, a way to channel the dark forces that raged within him. and yet, it was also this same intensity that had led him to temptation, to the sinful delights of the flesh.

sirius' gaze drifted over the sea of faces, his piercing gray eyes seem to linger on your for a moment longer than was strictly proper. he could see the way you watched him, your eyes wide and shining with a devotion that went beyond the merely spiritual. it was a look he had seen before, in the heated moments of passion, as he had claimed your body and made it his own.

he cleared his throat his deep voice echoing through the cavernous space as he began his sermon. the words flowed from him, a lyrical and poetic invocation of faith and redemption. he spoke of the struggles of the soul, of the battle between light and darkness that raged within every human heart. and yet, even as he preached of the virtues of righteousness, he could feel the demon within him stir, whispering sinful temptations in the depths of his mind.

'but i say to you,' he intoned, his voice rising to a fervent crescendo, 'whoever looks at anyone with lust has already committed adultery with them in their heart. if your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. it is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.'

as he spoke those words, sirius could feel the weight of his own hypocrisy settle heavily upon his shoulders. for had he not himself looked upon you with lust, had he not already committed adultery with you, in his heart, a thousand times over?

his eyes locked onto yours, a jolt of dark electricity passing between you as your gazes collided. he could see the wicked, knowing grin spreading across your face, a smirk that spoke of shared secrets and intimate knowledge. it was a look that set his blood ablaze, that stirred the embers of his desire into a raging inferno.

for a moment, sirius forgot where he was, forgot the dozens of eyes watching him expectantly, waiting for his divine words. the world narrowed down to just the two of you, the sinful priest and his fallen angel, bound together by a web of carnal sin and forbidden lust.

he could feel the demon within him roar to life, clawing at the chains of his faith, desperate to be unleashed. it whispered to him, urging him to cast aside the shackles of his vows, to take you then and there, to claim them in front of god and all the faithful servants. to show them all the true nature of the man beneath the robes, the man who had been consumed by the very temptation he now preached against.

sirius swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he tore his gaze away from yours. he could feel the heat of a blush staining his cheeks, a telltale sign of his shameful arousal. he gripped the sides of the pulpit, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to regain his composure.

'let's pray,' he said, his voice strained and tight. 'let us all pray for the strength to resist the temptations of the flesh, to turn away from the path of sin and walk instead in the light of righteousness."

but even as the words left his mouth, father black knew it was too late. he was already lost, already fallen, already ruined for all others. and as he bowed his head in prayer, he could feel your eyes on him still, your wicked grin burning into his very soul.

****

as the last notes of the final hymn faded away, sirius quickly made his way out of the sanctuary, his heart pounding in his chest. he could feel your presence behind him, could sense your eyes on his back, burning into him like a brand. he knew you were following him, knew you were eager for a moment alone, a chance to continue the sinful dance they had begun.

father black slipped into his private chambers, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind him with a sense of finality. he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the tumult of emotions that raged within him. but before he could even begin to collect himself, he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching, the rustle of fabric against fabric, and then the door was opening once more and you stood there, before him with a wicked, knowing smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

'father,' you purr, your voice low and sultry, dripping with sinful promise. 'such a moving sermon. it seemed to me that your words held a special...meaning. a hidden message, perhaps, meant only for these eyes.' you stepped closer, your hips swaying with each step, the very picture of temptation made flesh.

sirius' breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird desperate for freedom. he knew he should rebuke you, should cast you out of his chambers and into the cold, harsh light of day. but he could not bring himself to do so. instead, he found himself drinking in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your curves like a starving man presented with a feast.

'my child,' he said, his voice a low, strained rasp. 'you play a dangerous game, coming here like this. do you not know the temptations that plague me, the demons that i battle daily? the very same demons that i preached against mere moments ago?'

he took a step towards you, his eyes blazing with a feverish intensity. 'or perhaps...you are here to help me give in to those temptations? to be the instrument of my downfall, the sinful temptation that will lead me straight to the gates of hell?' father black's hand reached out, his fingers hovering just shy of touching your cheek.

'yes father,' you whisper, your steps slow. your shoes squeak against the polished tile of the floor with. 'neither of us deserve anything but hell. so why resist the temptation anymore? you were born to be a demon. and i was born to be a fallen angel. your sweet fallen angel, father.'

sirius control snapped like a frayed rope, your words striking a chord deep within his tortured soul. with a low, almost feral growl, he surged forward, one hand tangling in your hair as the other gripped your hip and yanked your body against his own. he could feel every curve, every soft swell and dip, pressing against the hard planes of his own frame. the contrast was electrifying, the union of opposites that set his blood ablaze with a hunger that could not be sated.

'you're right, my sweet, little angel,' he captured your lips in a searing, bruising kiss, pouring all the pent-up passion and forbidden desire into the fierce meeting of mouths. his tongue delved deep, claiming every inch of the warm, wet cavern, tangling with yours in a dance as old as time itself. he could taste the sweetness of your surrender, the ambrosia of a soul yielded up to sin.

'please father,' you breathe, pulling away, your knees heavy, wobbly, 'let me worship you. let me worship my demon. teach me,'

father black shuddered, a dark thrill racing down his spine at your wanton plea. he could feel the last of his resistance crumbling away, the final traces of his vows dissolving like mist beneath the scorching heat of his desire. in that moment, he knew he could no longer deny the truth of what you were - a demon and his fallen angel, two lost souls destined to be entwined in eternity.

'very well, my sweet child," he growled, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. 'i shall allow you to worship your demon. i shall let you kneel before me and offer up the praise that only a true disciple can provide.'

with a sudden, sharp tug, he pulled you down to your knees, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. he could feel the tremor that ran through your body at his touch, the way your bones seemed to melt and mold against the unyielding strength of his fingers.

'but know this,' he began, his piercing gaze boring into yours, 'when you take my cock into your mouth, you are not merely worshipping me. you are sealing your fate. you are binding yourself to me for all eternity, now and forevermore. there will be no turning back, no escaping the devil's grasp.'

he could see the way your eyes widened, the flicker of fear and exhilaration that played across your face. he knew that you understood the gravity of the moment, the irrevocable nature of the choice you were about to make.

'so I ask you again, angel,' he said, his voice a low, sinful rumble, 'are you ready to be mine? to be my own personal fallen angel, now and for all the days of your life? to take your demon's cock and drink down his sin?'

'yes father,' you nodded, moving closer, your face inches away from his crotch. 'i want to worship you, my demon. i want to be your fallen angel, your devout. your disciple in the path of lust,'

sirius shuddered with dark satisfaction at your eager, breathless affirmation. he could see the desperate, almost manic lust shining in your eyes, the way you gazed up at him with a worshipful fervor that bordered on religious zealotry. it was a look he had seen before, in the fevered gazes of the damned and the lost, those poor souls who had given themselves over completely to the temptations of the flesh.

'very well, my sweet little disciple,' he purred, his voice a low, sinful rumble. 'i shall teach you the ways of demonic worship, the secrets of pleasing your demon. but first, you must learn to venerate the instrument of your salvation.'

with that, he reached down and unfastened his robes, the heavy fabric parting to reveal the thick, throbbing length of his cock. It jutted out, angry and red and already glistening with the first beads of his sinful essence. he could feel it pulsing with a life of its own, the demonic heart beating at the core of his being.

'kiss it,' he commanded, his hand fisting in your hair, forcing your face closer to his straining erection. 'show your demon the depths of your devotion, the way you will serve and pleasure him for all eternity.'

he could feel your hot breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, the way your lips parted eagerly, ready to receive the first taste of hellfire. he ground his hips forward, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against the soft, pliant skin of your mouth, marking you with his scent, his essence.

'that's it, my sweet child," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of denying his own desperate need. 'worship your demon as only a true believer can. take him into your mouth and let him fill you, body and soul.'

he could feel the first tentative brush of your lips against his aching flesh, the soft, shy caress of a neophyte. but he knew it would not remain so for long - he would see to that. he would teach you to take him deeply, to swallow him down to the hilt and beg for more. he would make you a true disciple of sin, a servant of the demon.

'please father,' you began, your lips trail over his slightly trembling thighs, as you beg, to teach you. 'please, show me. show me how to worship you,'

sirius groaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest as your soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. he could feel the ghost of your touch lingering, the phantom pressure of your mouth a brand against his flesh. it was a delicious torment, a sweet anticipation of the pleasure to come.

'such an eager little disciple you are,' he purred, his voice a low, sinful rasp. 'so hungry to learn the ways of demonic worship, so desperate to please your demon. i will revel in your education, my sweet angel. i will take great joy in corrupting your innocence and shaping you into the perfect vessel for my sinful desires."

he guided your head lower, his fingers threading through your hair and applying a steady, insistent pressure. he could feel the heat of your breath against his aching cock, the way it jumped and throbbed with each shallow puff and exhale. he was painfully hard, the thick shaft of his cock flushed a deep, angry red and glistening with the copious amounts of pre-cum that leaked from the swollen, purplish head.

'offer me a deathless death, father,' you whisper. it's a plea. a fervent, delirious plea. one that makes sirius shudder, a dark thrill running down his spine.

he could feel the desperate, manic energy radiating off your trembling form, the way you clung to him like a drowning soul grasping at a lifeline. it was a chilling reminder of the power he held over you, the complete and total control he had seized over your heart, their mind, their very soul.

'a deathless death, you say?' he murmured, his voice a low, sinful purr. 'is that truly what you desire, my sweet child? to be bound to me for all eternity, to live and die a thousand times in service to your demon?'

he tangled his fingers more tightly in your hair, wrenching your head back to force you to meet his piercing, hypnotic gaze. he could see the feverish, almost fanatical light burning in your eyes, the way you stared at him with a worshipful adoration that bordered on madness.

'you must understand, my dear, that a deathless death is not a gentle or merciful thing. it is an endless cycle of pleasure and pain, of rapture and agony, of ecstasy and despair. you will be pushed to the very brink of what you can endure, again and again and again, for all of time immemorial. you will scream for mercy, for release, for an end to your torment...but there will be no mercy. no release. no end.'

father black leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from yours, his breath a searing brand against your skin.

'you will be my plaything, my toy, my instrument of sin for all eternity. i will use you as i see fit, in whatever way pleases me. i will fill you with my seed, my essence, my very being, until there is nothing left of you but the shell of a creature bound to my will. is that truly the fate you wish for yourself, angel? to be forever and always the demon's bride, the devil's wife, the fallen angel of his own twisted desires?'

he could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged, desperate breath, the way your lips parted as if to speak. but no words came, only a thin, choked whimper that spoke of a soul already lost, a heart already claimed.

'please father,' you begged, 'i want that. i want to be nothing but your bride, your fallen angel. please, father, i'll worship you at the shrine of your sins. be my incubus, father.'

father black's eyes flashed with a dark, triumphant light at your fervent declaration. he could feel the victory surging through his veins, the heady rush of power and domination that came with claiming such a willing, eager soul. it was a intoxicating sensation, one that set his blood alight with a hunger that could never be sated.

'very well, my sweet angel,' he growled, his voice a low, sinful rumble. 'i accept your offer, your vow of eternal devotion. from this moment forth, you are mine - my bride, my fallen angel, my plaything forevermore. i will take you, ruin you, and remake you in my own twisted image, again and again and again, for all the days of your deathless, unending life.'

'open your mouth for me, my fallen angel,' he commanded, his voice a low, sinful growl. 'wider, my love...i want to feel the back of your throat, want to see those pretty lips stretched wide around my cock as i plunge into the hot, welcoming depths of your mouth.'

with a single, brutal thrust of his hips, father black buried himself to the hilt in his bride's eager maw, the thick, swollen head of his member slamming against the back of your throat, cutting off your air and your protests alike. he could feel you gagging, choking, struggling to accommodate his girth and length as he began to piston in and out of your face, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your chin with each savage thrust.

'that's it, my fallen angel," he panted, his breath coming hard and fast as he used you mercilessly, ruthlessly. 'take it, angel, take every fucking inch of your father's cock, like a good little bride. this is what you were made for, what you crave...to be used, to be claimed, to be fucked like the wanton whore you are.'

sirius could feel his climax building, the hot, electric zing of impending release shooting up his spine like a bolt of lightning. he drove into his bride's throat with renewed fervor, his grip on your hair tightening, his hips slamming against your face with brutal, punishing force.

'fuck, i'm going to fill your whore throat with my seed, pump you full of my holy fucking cum...drink it down, you filthy girl...drink down every last fucking drop,'

as his words washed over you, a sense of pure, unadulterated bliss and belonging consumed you. being used so roughly, so thoroughly, in the way you had begged and pleaded for; it was everything you had ever wanted, everything your soul had yearned for in the darkest recesses of your mind. each brutal thrust of your father's glorious cock into your throat, each cruel slap of his heavy balls against your face, only served to fuel the raging inferno of your desire, the all-consuming need to be claimed, to be owned, to be possessed by the man you loved more than life itself.

you could feel the thick, hot, pungent essence of his arousal flooding your senses, the musky scent and salty taste of his flesh, the way it coated your tongue and the back of your throat, choking you, gagging you, forcing you to fight for each desperate breath as he fucked into your face with reckless abandon. the pain and the pleasure, the agony and the ecstasy, it was all one and the same, a delicious torment that you reveled in, that you craved, that you knew she had been born to endure in the name of your love.

ss father black's climax approached, you felt the heavy, pulsing throb of his shaft growing more urgent, more insistent, the way it jerked and shuddered in the tight, sucking clutch of your desperate throat. you could hear the ragged, animalistic sounds leaving your father's lips, the way his breathing grew more and more labored, more and more strained, until at last,

'fuck...FUCK! angel, take it, you filthy fucking whore, take it all, every last fucking drop, swallow it down, you cock-hungry slut, FUCK!'

the first molten spurts of his release erupted over your tongue, flooding your mouth, scalding your throat, choking you with the sheer volume and intensity of it. you could only gag and sputter and choke as sirius' seed pumped into you in thick, creamy ropes, the bitter, salty taste of it filling your senses, the heat and the weight and the sheer overwhelming abundance of it threatening to drown you utterly.

but even as you struggled to swallow it all, to obey her father's cruel but loving command, you could feel a sense of profound peace and fulfillment washing over you. this was your purpose, your destiny, the reason you were born and bred and shaped and molded to be the woman you were today, to be the vessel for your beloved father's pleasure, the wellspring of his dark and eternal rapture.

you knew that you would spend the rest of your days, the rest of your life, the rest of your deathless existence, striving to be worthy of the love and devotion and unholy passion that your father held for you. you would be his bride, his angel, his fallen temptress; his, now and forevermore.

with a final, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, father black hilted himself deep in your spasming throat, the last shuddering spurts of his release painting your insides white. you could feel his pulsing cock throbbing against your tongue, his heavy balls churning and clenching as they emptied themselves of every last drop of holy seed into your greedy, sucking mouth, marking you, claiming you, branding you as his own eternal bride and possession.

you could only whimper and mewl around the thick, throbbing flesh that stuffed your mouth and stretched your lips obscenely, your eyes rolling back in bliss as you felt the hot, sticky essence of your father's love painting your insides, painting your soul, painting your very being with the indelible mark of his dark and sacred rite.

as the final, shuddering waves of his climax ebbed away, he slowly, almost reluctantly, withdrew his softening cock from your abused and dripping mouth. you saw the strands of your saliva and his seed connecting you, stretching and thinning before breaking altogether as he pulled back, his breath still coming in harsh, ragged gasps.

'my sweet, sweet, angel," he murmured, his voice a low, sated rumble, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive light as he gazed down at his bride's disheveled and debauched form. 'my fallen angel, my sinful temptress, my perfect and beautiful bride...you have taken your father's cock and his seed like the wanton, loving wife you were always meant to be.'

father black reached down, his fingers cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense, burning gaze. with his thumb, he wiped away the tears and the drool and the sticky remnants of his release that clung to your cheeks and lips, his touch almost tender, almost gentle, almost, but not quite. for even in this moment of post-coital bliss, there was still a dark and hungry edge to his caress, a silent promise of the endless pleasures and depravities that awaited you both.

'rise, my love,' he commanded softly, his other hand reaching down to help you on your her feet, to pull your trembling, pliant body against his own. 'rise, and know that you are mine, now and forever, my angel, my bride, my eternal and beloved wife.'

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Hey! Would you be willing to write a Draco Malfoy x potter reader where their parents are still alive (no voldy au?) and her parents find out that they are dating? Like Harry, James, and Lilly's reactions and maybe remus and sirius's as well? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day/night!

OMG YEEEES! I was so happy to write this, you have no idea. My dear Potters, along with Sirius and my husband Remus deserve a beautiful happy ending (to be alive). I hope you like it ~ ♡

Love and War *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: Being Harry Potter’s sister meant that your life was anything but simple. Still, you had managed to keep one secret safe—your relationship with Draco Malfoy. That is, until your parents found. Bringing home your Malfoy boyfriend was bound to be… interesting.

draco malfoy x f!reader

WARNINGS: Marauders AU, no war, everyone is alive and happy (except James for knowing that his little girl is dating a Malfoy).

It wasn’t like you had been planning to tell them.

Not yet, at least.

Maybe after you and Draco had been dating a bit longer. Maybe after you had figured out how to not break into a cold sweat at the idea of your father hexing your boyfriend into the next century. Maybe after you had prepared Draco for exactly how dramatic your family could be.

But the universe clearly had other plans.

Because James Potter had the worst timing in the world.

And now you were standing in the middle of the sitting room, Draco Malfoy beside you, while your father looked at him like he was trying to figure out which hex would do the most damage.

“Excuse me?” James said, staring at you like he had misheard.

You took a deep breath, gripping Draco’s hand a little tighter. “I said… Draco and I are dating.”

The silence was suffocating.

Your mother was the first to react, her eyebrows shooting up as she exchanged a glance with James. “Oh.”

“Oh?” James repeated, his voice going slightly high-pitched. He turned back to you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You—you’re dating him?”

Draco cleared his throat. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Potter.”

James blinked. Then blinked again. “You hexed my son in third year.”

Draco grimaced. “In my defense, he was being very annoying.”

You elbowed him in the ribs. Not the time, Draco.

James made an indignant noise. “That’s your defense? That’s your defense? Oh, this is fantastic. Just brilliant.” He turned to Sirius, who was sitting on the couch with an expression of pure amusement. “Padfoot, are you hearing this?”

“Oh, loud and clear, Prongs.” Sirius smirked, his gray eyes twinkling. “Honestly, I’m just impressed. Our little girl bagged a Malfoy? Bold move.”

You groaned. “Please don’t say bagged.”

James ignored you, still looking very much like he was going to have an aneurysm. “Lily. Lils. Say something.”

Your mother, who had been silently watching this entire trainwreck unfold, sighed. “I think we should all sit down and talk about this rationally—”

James threw his hands in the air. “Rationally? I am being rational! I am so rational right now!”

Sirius snorted. “Sure, mate.”

“Remus, back me up here!”

The werewolf, who had been calmly sipping his tea throughout this entire ordeal, finally sighed and set his cup down. “Well, James, as much as I understand your… concerns…” He cast a glance at Draco. “I do think Y/N is capable of making her own choices.”

James gaped at him. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay with Lucius Malfoy’s son dating my daughter?”

“I wouldn’t say okay, necessarily,” Remus mused. “But I also don’t think hexing him is the answer.”

James grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t argue.

Your mother turned to Draco, her expression much softer than your father’s. “Draco, dear, I hope you understand why this is… a bit of a shock.”

Draco, who had remained remarkably composed throughout this entire ordeal, nodded. “I do, Mrs. Potter.” He glanced at James before adding, “And I promise, I care about Y/N. A lot.”

You squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for holding his ground.

James ran a hand through his already messy hair, letting out a long sigh. “You owe me for this, kid,” he muttered, glaring at you.

You grinned. “Love you, Dad.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He groaned. “Merlin help us all.”

If there was one person you had not wanted to find out about your relationship with Draco just yet, it was Harry.

Because unlike your father, who at least had some level of restraint, your brother had a very bad habit of acting first and thinking later.

Which is why, when Harry walked into the sitting room and saw Draco standing there—hand in yours—his reaction was, well… predictable.

He stopped dead in his tracks. His green eyes darted between you and Draco, his brows furrowing. “What’s going on?”

James let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, nothing much, son. Just found out your dear sister is dating Malfoy.”

Harry’s face went blank.

Then he laughed.

Like, actually laughed.

A short, disbelieving chuckle, like he thought this was some kind of joke.

Then he saw your expression.

And the color drained from his face.

“You’re serious?”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

Harry turned to Draco, his whole body going tense. “Are you serious?”

Draco exhaled, looking like he was bracing himself for impact. “Yes, Potter. I’m serious.”

The silence was deafening.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Harry was moving.

Draco barely had time to react before your brother was shoving him backward, his hands gripping the front of Draco’s robes.

“Harry!” you gasped, grabbing his arm, but he wasn’t listening.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harry snapped, his face inches from Draco’s. “Did you forget that you made my life a living hell for years? That you—”

“That was years ago,” you interrupted, yanking at his arm. “People change, Harry!”

Harry scoffed, still glaring at Draco. “Do they?”

Draco—who, to his credit, hadn’t fought back—held his gaze. “Yes.”

Harry let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening for a second before he finally shoved Draco away.

“Why him?” he demanded, turning to you now, his voice laced with disbelief. “Out of everyone, why did it have to be him?”

“Because I love him, Harry!”

The words came out before you could stop them.

And just like that, the whole room went silent.

Harry stared at you, his chest rising and falling quickly.

James ran a hand down his face. “Oh, bloody hell.”

Sirius whistled under his breath. “Well, that’s one way to break the news.”

You ignored them, your eyes locked onto your brother’s. “I love him,” you repeated, your voice quieter but just as firm.

Harry exhaled, his shoulders sagging. He looked at you, then at Draco, then back at you.

And for the first time since walking in, he actually looked at Draco.

Not as an enemy. Not as some childhood rival.

But as a person.

A person who, for some reason, you had chosen.

“…Does he make you happy?” Harry finally asked, his voice gruff.

Your expression softened. “Yeah. He does.”

Harry’s jaw tensed, and for a moment, you thought he was going to start yelling again.

But then he just sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

“I still think you’re an arsehole,” he muttered, glaring at Draco.

Draco smirked slightly. “Likewise, Potter.”

Harry rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Lily, who had been watching all of this unfold, clapped her hands together. “Well. That could’ve gone worse.”

James groaned. “This is a nightmare.”

Remus patted his shoulder. “It could be worse. She could’ve brought home a Death Eater.”

James shot him a glare. “Not funny, Moony.”

Sirius grinned. “Oh, come on, Prongs. Look on the bright side—at least she didn’t end up with a Slytherin worse than Malfoy.”

James narrowed his eyes. “And what, exactly, would be worse than Malfoy?”

Sirius shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe someone who actually likes Snape?”

James shuddered. “Ugh. Fair point.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to Harry. “So… we’re good?”

Harry exhaled. “I’m still mad. And I still think you could’ve done way better.”

Draco huffed. “Charming.”

“But,” Harry continued, ignoring him, “if he really makes you happy…” He sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.”

Your face softened. “Thanks, Harry.”

He grumbled something under his breath before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just… don’t expect me to start inviting him to family Quidditch games anytime soon.”

Draco smirked. “I’d wipe the floor with you, Potter.”

Harry shot him a glare. “Oh, you’re on.”

[brokenmenswhore]

first | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

summary: virginity loss trope :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’s ridiculous,” you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, “and completely untrue.”

“Oh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,” Sirius teased.

You turned to him, mouth open in offense. “I’m plenty interesting.”

“But not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“No! It didn’t happen!” you protested, “now please, let it go.”

“How would a rumor like that even get out if it isn’t true?” James asked genuinely.

“Probably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,” Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.

“Are you three done now?” you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.

“So if it isn’t true, how did you lose it?” Sirius pressed.

You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.

“Absolutely not,” you said, raising a finger toward him, “I’m not playing that game.”

“Oh come on!” Sirius raised his hands and smiled, “you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, now I’m curious,” James continued on, “if not Dorcas, who?”

You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. “Why does it matter?”

“You know seventeen of the girls I’ve slept with by heart,” Sirius replied, “I’d say it’s only fair.”

“Sirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls you’ve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,” you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.

They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.

You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.

“Come on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.”

Remus’ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.

“No one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?”

Remus didn’t move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didn’t know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. “Meaning what?”

“Did you not hear me? Cus you’re like 6 inches away from me, so if you didn’t, you need to get your hearing checked,” you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.

“You guys are insufferable.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “So you’re-“ he trailed off.

“A virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, it’s not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone else’s body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?” you begged.

“Such attitude,” James teased, “from such a good girl.”

“Oh, so I’m a goodie two-shoes now that you’ve all discovered I’ve never had sex?”

“Kinda, yeah,” James giggled.

“Fuck you guys,” you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, “it was my choice. You think I couldn’t have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?”

No one had a response. Sirius’ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed… jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.

You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didn’t want to risk ruining that.

“You ever think about, like, just doing it?” Sirius asked.

“What?” you replied.

“Do you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I don’t know, one of us, to just take your virginity?”

Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldn’t articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I’ve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, that’s normal,” you explained.

“To one of us?” Remus asked.

You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.

Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, “maybe.”

The boys all exchanged a look between one another.

James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. “W-who?”

You titled your head up at him. “What?”

James sat down on the bed next to you. “Which one of us?”

You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.

Your eyes darted between all of them, “I-“

You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture you’d received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. “Angel, you don’t have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,” he almost begged.

You sighed. You weren’t worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “All of you.”

They were not prepared for that answer.

Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an “act on impulse” and “speak without thinking” kind of guy.

“Fuck off,” he said, “all of us?”

“Mhm.”

“Like at the same time?” he pushed.

“Sirius-“ Remus warned.

“No, no, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, attention back on you, “I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about us fucking you.” He was standing dangerously close to you now.

“I- I have,” you said, blush evident in your cheeks.

Sirius growled. “Remus, move.”

“Excuse me?” Remus snapped back.

“Move.”

Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. “You stop us if there’s anything you don’t like. Understood?”

You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you retried.

Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Sirius’s head to keep him in place.

You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.

Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didn’t let you break the kiss.

“Sirius, come on, give her a break,” James pleaded, “I wanna hear her.”

Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. “Well, go on then.”

Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didn’t have time to think about your body being on display.

James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Take it easy,” you heard Remus say from behind your head, “you gotta remember she’s never done this.”

James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldn’t help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.

“Good girl,” Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.

As James’ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. “Are you holding back?”

“N-no,” you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.

“Ah, but I think you are,” he started, “and we don’t accept that. Let us hear you.”

“But I’m emb-“

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.”

Remus’s demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Rem, I-“

“No fair!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, “if you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.”

“Are you gonna let this be about her or what?” Remus retorted.

“I am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?”

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.

You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.

“What, did you just give up?” Sirius asked when he saw James standing.

“No, idiot, she came,” James replied, “you two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.”

Remus’s nostrils flared. “You just let us keep arguing?”

“She tried to say something!” James defended you, and partly himself.

“Baby, you ok?” Remus checked in.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“You got a little more in you?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me?”

“Mhm.”

Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.

“Yes,” you responded.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with it being me?”

Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.

“Are you ready?” he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just- please be nice, okay?”

Remus smiled, “of course, baby.”

You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.

“Shit, Rem,” you breathed out, “you should have warned me that you’re that fucking big.”

Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.

A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remus’s head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.

“Shit, baby,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You look so fucking good,” Sirius breathed.

“Thank you, Siri,” you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.

“What a good girl,” Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, “you’re doing so well.”

James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re being such a good girl,” James said.

Remus’ breathing quickened. “You’re so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m not gonna last,” he warned.

“I c-can’t help it,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he replied.

“I d- don’t know how to m- make it stop,” you said.

Remus giggled, “you don’t have to make it stop. It feels good for me.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, “that’s good.”

Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.

Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.

“Ah ah ah,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, “none of that.”

“Rem- Rem- I-“

“I know angel, let go.”

Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remus’ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.

“What a good girl,” James praised, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “‘m okay.”

Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. “Everything you imagined?”

“Mhm.” You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.

“You wanna skip the party?” Sirius continued.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Mhm.” You shifted so your head was resting on Sirius’ lap as he began to stroke your hair.

Sirius smiled. “And then maybe round two.”

[withtheoldstars]

[moondustinfj]

Regulus *running away from James* : I can't marry you YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR ME!!!

James *running after him* : WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??

Regulus: YOU'RE TOO NICE TO ME!!

James: I'LL BE LESS NICE!

Regulus: YOUR GIFTS ARE TOO SPECIFIC!

James: I'LL GET YOU A GIFT CARD??

Regulus: UGH!! *keeps sprinting away*

James *following him* : I'M SORRY! I NEVER MEANT TO NOT HURT YOU

Regulus *sobbing while running* : YOU'RE TOO EMOTIONALLY SUPPORTIVE!

James: WE'LL WORK ON THAT IN THERAPY!

Regulus: NO! I CAN'T DO IT... MY BROTHER LIKES YOU TOO MUCH!

James: FINE I'LL PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!!

Regulus: NO! NO..YOU'RE...YOU'RE TOO IN LOVE WITH ME!!

James: SO ARE YOU!

Regulus *stops and turns to him* : WHAT??

James:

Regulus: YOU'RE TOO COMMITTED TO ME!

James: FINE WE CAN BE POLY!

Regulus: WHAT?!?!

James: I MEAN YOU. YOU CAN BE POLY!

Regulus:

Regulus: FINE! *starts running again*

James *out of breath* : babe..wait..

Regulus: ARE YOU NOT RUNNING AFTER ME-

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Sirius *smirking* : I'm gonna show this to their firstborn

Remus: Padfoot put the camera down-

[3d-wifey]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: You and Remus are quite competitive, always going head-to-head in your classes. It’s commonplace to compete for the highest marks. What isn’t commonplace is the sabotage in the form of Remus’s wandering hands.  

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

[marauroon]

── .✦ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 (𝐬.𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤)

sirius is so adamant to prove his hatred for what his family stands for that he ends up becoming them.

sirius black x gn!reader | 3.1k | flangst | masterlist.

CW | slytherin reader, kind of bullying (marauders to reader), lots of arguing, enemies to lovers, slow burn, just general britishness

a/n — the og request was so enthusiastic so i hope this lives up to expectations 🤞

The corridors of Hogwarts are never quiet, always filled with the chatter of students, the rustling of robes, the distant hum of magical portraits gossiping amongst themselves.

You’ve grown used to it, just as you’ve grown used to the way Gryffindors look at you—like you’re something foul stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

It doesn’t bother you, not really.

You’ve learned to wear your green and silver with pride, to ignore the muttered remarks and judgmental glances.

Except for him.

Sirius Black doesn’t just glare. He sneers. He rolls his eyes. He makes a show of stepping aside when you pass, like even sharing the same air as you is offensive.

It would almost be funny if it weren’t so pathetic. If he weren’t so Sirius Black about it—dramatic, unrelenting, determined to make sure you know what he thinks of you.

“Merlin, I think the dungeon stench is getting stronger,” he drawls loudly one afternoon, just as you’re walking past him in the Entrance Hall. James, always eager to stir up trouble, chuckles beside him. “Might need to start carrying something to ward it off. What do you reckon, Moony?”

Remus doesn’t even look up from his book, but Peter snickers anyway.

You don’t hesitate. You stop, arching a brow as you tilt your head just slightly. “If you’re that worried about foul stenches, Black, maybe start with your own ego. Smells rancid from here.”

James whistles lowly, nudging Sirius in the ribs. “You gonna take that, mate?”

Sirius scoffs. “From a Slytherin?” His grey eyes flick over you dismissively, like you’re not worth the energy. “Please,”

It’s always the same with him—cold, cruel, hypocritical. And yet, every time he opens his mouth to throw another insult, all you can think is does he even realise how much he sounds like the very people he claims to hate?

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Sirius is so desperate to prove he’s not like his family that he’s swung in the other direction entirely. His rebellion is as rigid as the ideals he’s rejecting.

The way he sees it, Slytherin equals the worst parts of his family, of the wizarding world, of everything he wants to burn to the ground. And you? You just happen to wear the wrong colours.

Fine. Let him hate you. You can hate him right back.

—

You don’t know what it is about today that makes you snap. Maybe it’s the way Sirius has been especially insufferable. Maybe it’s the way James is laughing at something he’s said, or the way Peter chimes in with a snide little comment of his own. Maybe it’s because Remus, for all his supposed mediation, never actually tells them to stop.

Or maybe it’s just because you’ve had enough.

“Honestly, mate, you’d think they’d at least try to be original,” Sirius muses, staring you down across the library table as you attempt—attempt—to focus on your Transfiguration notes. “But no. Same old pureblood rubbish, same old superiority complex. Must get exhausting,”

It’s not even a direct insult. Not really. Just another offhand remark, the same tired implication that your house defines you, that you must be just like the worst of them.

Something inside you snaps.

The chair scrapes harshly against the floor as you shove it back, standing before you even fully register what you’re doing. The words spill out before you can stop them, sharp and furious and ringing through the library loud enough that even Madame Pince glances over in alarm.

"If you’re so ‘against prejudice,’ then stop assuming that every single bloody green tie you see is the mark of a blood supremacist.”

Sirius freezes.

For the first time, you watch his usual cocky, self-assured expression falter. His lips part, as if reaching for some quick-witted comeback, some clever insult to throw back at you—but nothing comes.

James blinks. Peter’s mouth is slightly open, as though waiting for Sirius to say something. Even Remus looks up from his book now, brow furrowed, sensing something different in the air.

But you don’t wait for a response. You don’t need one.

You shake your head, scoff under your breath, and turn on your heel, leaving them in stunned silence as you march out of the library.

You don’t look back.

—

The words don’t leave Sirius alone. They lodge themselves in his brain, clawing at the edges of his thoughts, forcing their way in when he least expects it.

He tells himself it’s ridiculous. That he was right, that you’re just being defensive because, deep down, you know what Slytherin stands for. That you’re just like them.

…Except, what if you’re not?

The realisation sits uncomfortably in his chest. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to like it.

Because if you’re right—if he’s spent all these years hating you for the same kind of blind, sweeping judgements he resents in his own family for—then what does that say about him?

The Marauders notice the shift almost immediately.

“You’re brooding,” James comments, flopping down on the common room sofa beside him. “That’s a Remus thing. You’re not allowed to brood,”

“I’m not brooding,” Sirius mutters.

“You are,” Remus agrees from the armchair, not even looking up from his book. “It’s a bit unsettling, actually,”

Peter squints at him. “Did you two have a duel we don’t know about? Because if they hexed your mouth shut, I think I might actually give them a round of applause,”

Sirius scowls, throwing a cushion at him. “Piss off.”

But later, when he’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, he still hears your voice.

"Stop assuming."

He hates that you might be right.

And Sirius Black is nothing if not stubborn.

Which is exactly why, the next morning, he decides to prove you wrong.

By being nice.

—

It starts small.

No insults. No remarks. No sneering looks when you pass by in the corridors. He doesn’t trip you in Potions, doesn’t scoff when Slughorn praises you for a well-brewed Draught of Living Death.

You notice, of course. But at first, you just assume he’s lost interest in his usual torment.

Then he starts doing things that make no sense.

Like defending you in conversation.

The first time, you assume you’ve misheard him. Some Gryffindor is mouthing off about Slytherins in the Great Hall—predictable—and you’ve already tuned it out when you hear Sirius scoff.

“You do realise you’re sounding exactly like my mother, right?” he says lazily, raising an eyebrow at the boy. “Or is irony just lost on you?”

The Gryffindor gapes at him. You do, too. Sirius doesn’t even look at you, just shoves another bite of toast into his mouth like he hasn’t just flipped his entire personality on its head.

Then he starts helping.

When Slughorn assigns a partnered essay in Potions, you groan inwardly as Sirius drops into the seat beside you.

"Relax, I’m not gonna hex your parchment," he says dryly, rolling his eyes. And then—worse—he actually pulls his weight.

It’s so painfully obvious that he’s overcompensating. That he’s doing this out of some ridiculous, guilt-driven need to prove a point. And it infuriates you.

Because now—after weeks of treating you like dirt—he suddenly decides to grow a conscience?

After class, you shove your books into your bag with more force than necessary and whirl on him.

“If you’re trying to make up for being an arse, don’t bother,” you snap. “It’s not an apology if you’re only doing it to make yourself feel better.”

Sirius looks taken aback for all of half a second before his jaw tightens. “That’s not—”

But you don’t wait to hear whatever half-baked excuse he’s about to come up with.

You just shake your head and walk away.

Again.

And the worst part?

This time, he actually looks frustrated about it.

—

Sirius doesn’t try to talk to you again for a while after that.

And for a moment, you think—Good. Let him stew in it. Let him realise that you’re not some guilt-induced redemption project. Let him finally get it through his thick skull that you don’t need, nor want, his forced attempts at kindness.

But then something strange happens.

He doesn’t go back to his usual ways. He doesn’t start throwing insults again, doesn’t return to sneering at you in the corridors or loudly making snide remarks whenever you’re in earshot.

Instead, he just… stops trying so hard altogether.

And that’s somehow even more infuriating.

Because now, instead of forced civility or open hostility, Sirius Black simply acts like you’re—normal. Like you’re just another person in the castle, not an enemy, not a cause for guilt, not someone to be proved wrong or right.

It’s unnerving.

You’re used to his usual extremes—hot or cold, cruel or obnoxiously overcompensating—but this new, balanced in-between? It throws you completely off.

And it gets worse.

Because the universe, apparently, hates you.

First, there’s the paired assignments—because of course McGonagall has the bright idea to randomly assign partners for an extensive Transfiguration project, and of course you end up stuck with him.

Then, there’s the detention—because James Potter and Evan Rosier just had to get into a hexing match in the middle of the corridor, and you just had to be in the splash zone when Flitwick rounded the corner. Now you’re forced to scrub cauldrons in the Potions classroom with Sirius Black, of all people.

And then—worst of all—there’s the Astronomy Tower.

It starts as another unfortunate coincidence. You head up to the tower late one night, unable to sleep, hoping for a moment of solitude beneath the stars. But as soon as you push the door open, you see a familiar figure already leaning against the stone railing.

For a moment, neither of you say anything.

You could leave. Turn around, pretend you never came up here, avoid another painfully awkward interaction. But Sirius—maybe out of some residual stubbornness, maybe out of something else—just sighs and shifts slightly to the side.

Not enough to make a big deal out of it. Just enough to make room.

And against your better judgement, you take it.

Minutes pass in silence. It’s strange—peaceful, but charged in a way you can’t quite explain.

Then, in a voice so quiet you almost don’t hear it, Sirius says, “I never actually thought about it, you know,”

You frown, glancing at him. “Thought about what?”

His gaze stays fixed on the stars, but there’s something distant in it—something tired. “How I treated you,” he admits. “I just—” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “I was so focused on not being my family, I didn’t stop to think about what that actually meant. I thought hating everything they stood for was enough, but—I ended up doing the same thing, just in a different direction,”

You stare at him, not entirely sure what to say.

Because this is different. This isn’t him trying to prove a point. It’s not a dramatic display of guilt or some exaggerated attempt at redemption. It’s just… honest.

You lean against the railing, crossing your arms. “Took you long enough to figure that out,”

He chuckles, and—Merlin help you—you don’t hate the sound of it as much as you should. “Yeah. It did,”

Silence settles between you again, but this time, it’s comfortable.

And somewhere—between detentions and forced partnerships and nights beneath the stars—you start to realise something else.

You don’t hate him anymore.

It happens slowly. So slowly, in fact, that you don’t realise it’s happening at all.

One moment, Sirius Black is the boy who made your life miserable. The next, he’s the one you’re arguing with over which essay topic is more interesting in the library. The one who always seems to find himself sitting near you at meals, not with you, but near enough. The one who makes exasperated faces at you in class when someone says something particularly stupid.

And then—one day—he’s the one standing between you and a wand aimed at your chest.

You don’t even see who casts the spell. One second, you’re walking back from Charms; the next, someone shouts “Confringo!” and the air crackles with heat. You barely register what’s happening before a body collides with yours, knocking you out of the way as the spell slams into the stone wall behind you.

When you land, it’s hard, Sirius’s weight pressing you against the ground, shielding you before he rolls off just as quickly. The world tilts for a second before you push yourself up, heartbeat thudding in your ears.

Sirius is already on his feet, wand out, furious.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is sharp, dangerous in a way you’ve never heard before. It’s not his usual bravado—not the arrogant drawl he puts on when taunting someone. It’s real, raw anger.

Whoever cast the spell is already gone, footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Your pulse is still racing when you realise he’s turned back to you. “Are you—?” He stops, eyes scanning you quickly for any sign of injury before he shakes his head. “That was—” He cuts himself off again, pressing his lips together, looking angrier than ever.

You exhale sharply, pushing yourself fully upright. “I had it under control.”

He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah? That why you were about to get set on fire?”

You glare at him. “Oh, piss off, Black—”

“I just saved your life—”

“I would’ve been fine—”

You don’t realise how close you are until the argument stops.

You’re both still breathing hard, tension thick between you, too much heat in the air that has nothing to do with the spell. His hand is still half-raised, like he wants to reach for you but thought better of it.

His grey eyes are darker than usual, scanning your face like he’s searching for something—like he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to find.

And suddenly, you don’t either.

Your throat feels dry.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Worse—why is he looking at you like that?

You blink first, stepping back, shaking off the moment like it was nothing. “I’m fine,” you mutter, brushing imaginary dust off your robes. “You can stop looking at me like I’m about to drop dead,”

Sirius hesitates. Then, just as quickly, he rolls his shoulders, slipping back into something more familiar—tilting his head, raising a brow, smirking like none of it ever happened. “If you say so,”

But as you turn away, you feel his gaze linger.

And that’s when it really starts.

It’s slow, almost imperceptible at first.

Conversations that used to be sharp and barbed are now laced with something else—something softer, something almost teasing. Your insults have lost their bite; his smirks have stopped feeling like a challenge.

Then, there are the looks.

Stolen glances across classrooms. Raised eyebrows in the Great Hall when someone says something particularly idiotic. That half-smile he gives you when you say something sarcastic under your breath, like you’ve shared some private joke no one else gets.

And the touches.

His knee bumping yours under the table in the library. Fingers brushing when he hands you a quill. The way he slings an arm around James’s shoulders so often that you don’t think much of it when he does the same to you.

Until—one evening—you do.

You’re both where you always seem to end up lately—next to each other at a table, books spread out between you, quills scratching against parchment.

It’s late, and most students have already trickled back to their dorms. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows over Sirius’s face as he leans back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head with a groan.

You’re half-asleep, scribbling something about Vanishing Spells when you feel it—his fingers, barely there, skimming against your wrist.

It’s absentminded, thoughtless. But he doesn’t move away.

And neither do you.

You should.

You really should.

But all you can think about is that moment in the corridor. The way he looked at you. The way you looked back.

“This is stupid,” he mutters.

“You’re stupid,” you reply automatically, not even looking up from your notes.

Sirius huffs a laugh. “Brilliant comeback,”

“Thanks,” You flip a page. “Took me ages to come up with it,”

There’s a pause. Not an awkward one—just the kind that’s started to feel normal between you. Easy.

Then Sirius shifts, resting his arms on the table, fingers tapping idly against the wood. “You know,” he says, voice quieter now, more thoughtful, “I don’t think I hate you anymore.”

You freeze.

Slowly, carefully, you lift your gaze from your book. Sirius isn’t smirking, isn’t making a joke of it. He’s just looking at you—calm, steady, like he’s only just realising it himself.

Your throat feels weirdly tight. You swallow. “Oh?”

He nods once. “Yeah.”

You don’t know why your heart is suddenly beating too fast.

You could joke about it. Could roll your eyes, make some sarcastic remark about how long it’s taken him. Could pretend like this moment doesn’t feel like the ground shifting beneath you.

But you don’t.

Instead, after a moment, you nod back.

“I don’t think I hate you either.”

It’s quiet. Undramatic. But as Sirius’s mouth quirks up—just slightly, just enough—you realise it’s the most important thing you’ve said in a long time.

[evermoreness]

moonlight and mending pt. 5 | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: remus still thinks he doesn't deserve love, but you like to prove him otherwise.

obs: this is part five of a series. here's part one.

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Days passed, and things between you and Remus settled back into something almost normal.

Almost.

He stopped pulling away. Stopped dodging you in the corridors. Stopped making excuses to avoid being alone with you. But there was something different now—something unspoken in the way he clung to you, like he was memorizing every moment, every piece of you, before you inevitably disappeared.

You weren’t going anywhere.

But he didn’t believe that.

At meals, he sat closer to you, shoulders brushing, as if seeking warmth he couldn’t ask for.

During walks in the courtyard, his fingers would graze against yours, hesitant, like he wanted to hold your hand but didn’t dare.

Even in the common room, he’d sit beside you on the couch, and when you eventually dozed off against his shoulder, he never moved—never dared disturb the comfort of having you there.

You noticed it all.

And it broke your heart.

One evening, you sat together in the Gryffindor common room, the fire crackling beside you. The Marauders were off somewhere, probably causing trouble, which left just the two of you.

Remus had a book open in his lap, but he wasn’t reading. Instead, his head was resting against the back of the couch, eyes closed, looking exhausted.

You hesitated for only a moment before shifting closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

His breath hitched.

“Is this okay?” you murmured.

He exhaled shakily. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Silence stretched between you, the warmth of the fire wrapping around you both. After a while, you felt him shift slightly. Then, ever so slowly, he let his head rest against yours.

You smiled softly. “You seem tired, Rem.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “That obvious, huh?”

You hummed. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitated. “Not really.”

“Alright,” you said simply, no pressure, no expectations.

He exhaled, and for a moment, you swore you felt his fingers twitch beside yours. Like he wanted to hold on but didn’t know if he could.

So you took the decision from him.

You reached down, lacing your fingers with his.

Remus froze.

For a moment, you thought he might pull away. But instead, he squeezed your hand—just barely—and let out a shaky breath, like something inside him had just unraveled.

“Is this okay?” you asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

And this time, his voice didn’t shake.

"Long day?" You asked lightly.

He scoffed. "Something like that."

"You’re warm," you murmured, squeezing his hand gently.

He swallowed thickly. "That happens."

You didn’t ask why.

The fire flickered beside you, casting soft, golden light over the common room. Your hand was still wrapped in Remus’s, his fingers curling tightly around yours like he was afraid to let go.

You could feel the tension radiating off him, though. Something deeper than exhaustion. Something restless.

You glanced up at him. His eyes were closed again, his jaw tight, a muscle in his cheek twitching ever so slightly. His breathing was uneven—too shallow, too controlled.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you asked again, squeezing his hand gently.

He hesitated. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.

You huffed. “Remus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this exhausted.”

“I’m fine.”

You gave him a flat look. “Right. And I’m the Minister of Magic.”

That got a small huff of laughter from him, but it was brief. His grip on your hand tightened for just a second before he loosened it again, like he was afraid of holding on too much.

You shifted a little closer, letting your free hand rest against his arm. “I don’t like seeing you like this, Rem.”

He swallowed thickly. “I’m just—” He cut himself off with a sigh, shaking his head. “It’s just a rough week. I’ll be fine.”

You didn’t miss the way he avoided looking at you when he said it.

You studied him carefully, taking in every little detail. His skin looked paler than usual, a bit drawn, as if he hadn’t slept properly in days. His hands—one still loosely holding yours—were cold, his fingers a little shaky. And his eyes… when he finally did glance at you, there was something off in them. Something stormy, like he was barely holding himself together.

Your heart clenched.

You had no idea what was going on with him, but you hated seeing him like this.

You chewed on your lip, debating whether to push further. But before you could, Remus let out a sharp breath, shifting uncomfortably.

Then, suddenly, he pulled his hand from yours and scrubbed it down his face, exhaling harshly.

“I—I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey.” You sat up a little straighter, concern flooding you. “Remus, it’s okay.”

He clenched his jaw, looking frustrated with himself. “I just feel… on edge. I don’t know. It’s—it’s stupid.”

You frowned. “It’s not stupid.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at the fire, his hands gripping the hem of his sweater so tightly his knuckles turned white.

You hesitated for a moment before gently reaching out again, resting your hand over his.

His shoulders tensed—but he didn’t pull away.

“Is there anything I can do?” you asked softly.

He let out a slow breath. “You’re already doing it.”

Your heart ached at the quiet confession.

You gave his hand another squeeze. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what’s going on?”

He hesitated—longer this time. Then, with a sigh, he finally muttered, “It’s just… been a long week.”

You weren’t convinced.

But you could see how hard this was for him—how much he clearly wanted to talk but didn’t know how.

So instead of pushing, you just nodded. “Okay.”

Remus blinked, as if surprised you weren’t going to interrogate him. “Okay?”

You smiled softly. “Yeah. But just so you know… whenever you do feel like talking about it, I’m here.”

His expression softened in a way that made your chest feel tight.

Then, before you could register what was happening, he reached out and pulled you into a hug.

It wasn’t like the casual, half-hearted hugs you sometimes exchanged with your friends. This one was tight. Desperate. Like he needed to feel you there, real and warm and solid.

You barely had time to react before you found yourself wrapping your arms around him in return, holding him just as tightly.

“You’re being too good to me,” he murmured against your hair.

You smiled. “Someone has to be.”

He let out a quiet, breathy chuckle. “Merlin help me.”

You grinned but didn’t pull away, letting the warmth of the moment settle between you.

This time, when you leaned against him, he didn’t tense.

And this time, when your head rested against his shoulder, he let himself relax.

“You know,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly so you could see his face, “I think you like my company.”

Remus let out a soft chuckle. “That’s debatable.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm.”

“Then why are you still here?”

His lips twitched. “Trapped.”

You gasped dramatically. “Trapped? Trapped? Remus, you could leave at any time—”

“Mm, could I?”

“Yes! You literally have legs.”

“But then you’d be sad,” he teased.

You huffed. “So you’re staying to make me happy?”

“Apparently so.”

You grinned. “Admit it. You like me, Lupin.”

He scoffed, but his ears turned pink. “I tolerate you.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand on your heart. “That’s practically a love confession.”

Remus shook his head, but he didn’t push you away when you snuggled closer, curling into his warmth.

The fire crackled beside you, the castle silent around you, and for the first time in a long time, Remus didn’t feel the weight of the approaching full moon pressing so hard on his chest.

He finally let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're a liar," you shot back, nudging his shoulder.

Remus smirked, but there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes now—something lighter, something more himself. It made your heart flip a little.

You nudged him again, this time just because you liked seeing the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Come on, tell me the truth. I’m like, your favorite person ever, aren’t I?"

He huffed. "Don’t be absurd. I’d never admit to such a thing."

"You just did."

"I did not."

"You didn't deny it."

He pressed his lips together, trying not to smile.

You smirked. "Ha! Caught you."

"Merlin, you are insufferable."

"And yet, here you are, spending all your time with me. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?"

Remus sighed dramatically, rubbing a hand down his face. "What have I done to deserve this?"

You grinned. "I ask myself the same question every day."

He shook his head, exhaling a laugh. "Unbelievable."

For a moment, you just sat there, the fire crackling beside you, the tension from before now fully melted away. You liked this—this version of Remus. The one who let himself tease back, who let himself laugh.

It made you wonder why he didn’t let himself be like this more often.

"You know," you said, leaning in slightly, lowering your voice to a whisper as if you were sharing a deep secret. "You’re actually pretty fun when you’re not brooding."

Remus scoffed. "I do not brood."

You wiggled your fingers dramatically. "Ooooh, look at me, I’m Remus Lupin. I read books and sigh dramatically by the fire and never tell anyone what’s bothering me because I like to be mysterious."

Remus stared at you, deadpan. "...That is an appalling impression of me."

You grinned. "I thought it was spot-on."

He gave you a look, but the way his lips twitched betrayed his amusement.

"Alright then," he said, turning slightly to face you fully. "If we’re doing terrible impressions—"

"Mine was fantastic, thank you very much."

"—then let me try yours."

Your eyes widened. "Oh no."

Remus cleared his throat, straightening up dramatically. Then, in the worst high-pitched voice you’d ever heard, he said, "Oh, Remus, tell me what’s wrong! Oh, Remus, am I your favorite person ever? Oh, Remus, please let me annoy you until you’re forced to smile!"

Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?!"

Remus smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. "Seemed pretty accurate to me."

"You wish I sounded that annoying."

"Oh, I know you do."

You gasped, shoving his shoulder. "Take it back!"

"Never."

"Remus John Lupin, take it back!"

He laughed, actually laughed, and you were so caught off guard by the sound of it—so light, so unburdened—that you just stopped, staring at him.

He caught your expression and tilted his head. "...What?"

You smiled softly. "I like it when you laugh."

That caught him off guard.

For a moment, the teasing air between you stilled, something softer settling in its place. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You make it easy," he muttered.

Your heart skipped.

But before you could respond, he cleared his throat and stood up abruptly, brushing imaginary dust off his sweater. "Anyway. I should probably head to bed before you tackle me for insulting you again."

You snorted, standing up beside him. "You deserved it."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Merlin help me."

"Admit it," you teased, bumping his shoulder again. "You’d be bored without me."

There was something in the way he looked at you then—something quiet and unreadable, but warm. His gaze flickered between your eyes, as if he was trying to memorize the moment, as if he was thinking something he wasn’t quite ready to say.

You noticed the shift, felt it settle between you like an unspoken question. Your breath hitched slightly, but you didn’t look away.

As you both started toward the dormitories, you bumped your shoulder against his. He bumped you back.

And for the first time in a long time, Remus didn’t feel quite so heavy.

For now, you wouldn’t push.

But you would be here when he was ready.

Still, neither of you moved.

It was a strange thing—this almost between you. Like something was there, just waiting for the right moment to be acknowledged. But for now, you let it be, let it settle in the comfortable silence between you.

Finally, with a small, hesitant smile, you reached out and gave his sleeve a little tug. "Goodnight, Remus."

He swallowed, nodding. "Goodnight."

And as you turned to head toward your own dormitory, Remus stood there for a moment longer, watching you go, the ghost of a smile still lingering on his lips.

Hiding the truth

Remus knew this wouldn’t last.

Knew that one day—soon—you’d figure it out. You’d realize what he was. You’d put the pieces together and see him for what he truly was.

And then you’d leave.

Everyone always left.

So he held on while he still could.

He held on like a man savoring his last moments of sunlight before the night swallowed him whole.

He just prayed that when the time came—when you finally knew the truth—this warmth wouldn’t turn cold.

The days passed in a blur of stolen moments, hushed whispers in the library, and the soft, lingering touches that neither of you spoke about. But beneath it all, something heavier loomed—something unspoken but ever-present.

You knew.

You had spent countless hours pouring over books, analyzing every symptom, every pattern. The answer had been staring at you for days, and now, there was no doubt in your mind. Remus was a werewolf.

And yet, you remained silent.

Not because you were afraid, not because you didn’t want to know for sure, but because he was afraid. You could see it in the way he looked at you sometimes, like he was preparing himself for the day you might turn your back on him. So you wouldn’t push. You would wait. You would be his safe space, for as long as he let you.

Meanwhile, Remus was struggling.

Sirius, James, and Peter had cornered him in the Gryffindor common room late one night, long after most of the students had gone to bed. James was leaning against the fireplace with his arms crossed, Sirius was sprawled on the couch, and Peter was sitting on the armrest, watching him closely.

“You have to tell her,” James said, his voice firm. “She deserves to hear it from you.”

Remus ran a hand down his face, sighing. “I can’t.”

It wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation.

“Moony,” James started, voice even but firm, “you have to tell her.”

Remus exhaled sharply through his nose. “I can’t, James.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. “Why the hell not?”

“Because she’ll leave!” Remus snapped, suddenly sitting up. His voice was harsher than he intended, but he didn’t care. His heart was pounding. “She’s not you lot. She’s not bound to me by some stupid loyalty pact we made when we were twelve. She has no reason to stay once she knows what I am.”

Sirius frowned. “Moony—”

“No, don’t Moony me,” Remus said bitterly. “You think I haven’t thought about this? You think I don’t want to tell her? Of course, I do! But what happens when she finally realizes what I am? That I’m dangerous? That I could hurt her?”

James shook his head. “You wouldn’t hurt her.”

“You don’t know that.”

Sirius leaned forward. “Neither do you.”

Remus clenched his jaw, looking away.

Peter shifted uncomfortably. “Remus… we didn’t run when we found out. What makes you think she will?”

“Because it’s different!” Remus burst out, standing abruptly. His hands curled into fists at his sides, chest rising and falling unevenly. “You’re my friends. You made a choice to stick by me, even though you shouldn’t have. But her? She doesn’t have to stay.” He swallowed hard. “And she won’t.”

A heavy silence settled over the group.

Sirius sat up properly, watching Remus closely. “Moony… you really think she doesn’t care enough about you to stay?”

Remus turned away from them, staring into the fire. His throat felt tight.

“She likes you,” Peter added gently. “More than likes you, actually. Anyone with eyes can see it.”

James stepped closer. “We’re not saying you have to tell her right this second. But, mate… she’s going to find out. And wouldn’t you rather it be from you?”

Remus let out a slow, shaky breath. He knew that. He had always known that.

But the idea of losing her—of seeing the look of fear on her face, of watching her walk away—was enough to paralyze him.

“I can’t,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Remus swallowed hard, looking down at his hands.

Sirius sat up straighter, his usual smirk replaced with something softer. “Moony… mate. You’re not going to lose her. She likes you.”

Remus let out a dry laugh. “She doesn’t know me.”

Peter frowned. “Yes, she does.”

“Not this part,” Remus shot back. “Not the part that matters.”

James sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re making this into something bigger than it is.”

“Bigger than it is?” Remus snapped, his voice suddenly sharp. “It’s not your life, James. It’s mine. And if she runs, if she looks at me like I’m some kind of monster, I don’t—” He exhaled shakily. “I don’t think I could handle that.”

A heavy silence settled between them.

Sirius was the first to break it. “You really love her, don’t you?”

Remus looked away, jaw tight. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

James let out a slow breath. “Then you really have to tell her.”

Remus squeezed his eyes shut, as if the thought itself was painful. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

Peace offering.

Three nights before the full moon, he was at his worst.

Everything hurt. His skin felt like it was burning, every muscle in his body was tense, and his head was throbbing with the pressure of the impending transformation.

He was irritable, short-tempered, and doing his best to avoid her.

But of course, you wouldn’t let him.

You found him in the library, hiding between the rows of bookshelves, slumped in a chair with his head in his hands.

You sat down across from him, placing something on the table.

He didn’t look up until you nudged it toward him.

It was a chocolate bar.

He blinked at it, then at you. "What’s this?"

You grinned. "A peace offering."

He huffed. "I haven’t done anything to need a peace offering."

You arched an eyebrow. "You haven’t, but the full moon has."

His heart clenched.

You didn’t say it, but you knew.

Maybe you’d always known.

And yet, you were still here.

Still offering him chocolate.

Still looking at him like he was worth something.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat, fingers tightening around the chocolate bar.

"You’re impossible," he muttered.

You beamed. "So I’ve been told."

And for the first time in days, he smiled.

The realization.

The wind was sharp that afternoon, carrying the scent of damp grass and the distant crackling of autumn leaves. Remus sat by the lake, arms resting on his bent knees, staring blankly at the water. His fingers tugged at the frayed ends of his sweater sleeves—his body was tight with exhaustion, his head heavy with an ache that no amount of rest could fix.

Everything was too much. The sounds of students laughing nearby grated on his nerves, the sunlight filtering through the trees was too bright, and his own thoughts wouldn’t stop.

And then—

Footsteps.

Soft but deliberate.

He sighed through his nose. "You really don’t have to follow me everywhere, you know."

You didn’t even hesitate before plopping down beside him, your legs tucked beneath you. "I know."

Silence.

Remus clenched his jaw. He didn’t have the energy for this, didn’t have the patience to keep pretending he was fine. He just needed to be alone. But he didn’t tell you to leave.

Because—Merlin help him—he didn’t want you to.

You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself, watching the rippling water with him. For a while, neither of you spoke. The world buzzed around you, but it felt like you were in your own bubble of quiet.

Then, as if sensing he wasn’t going to contribute to the conversation, you started talking.

"Today was exhausting," you sighed, stretching your arms above your head. "Madam Pomfrey had me reorganize all the potions in the hospital wing, and I swear she enjoys watching me suffer."

Remus didn’t respond, but you kept going.

"And then Lily forced me to help her with Charms homework—" you gasped dramatically. "Rem, she lectured me about pronunciation for twenty minutes. I was being held hostage in my own dorm."

He huffed out something that was almost a laugh.

You grinned, encouraged. "Oh, and don’t get me started on Sirius. I caught him sneaking into the kitchens again. He tried to tell me he was just getting tea, but the idiot had chocolate all over his mouth."

Remus exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching.

You were determined, he’d give you that.

And then—warmth.

Your hand, brushing against his.

Not demanding, not forcing him to hold it—just there. A reminder.

His muscles tensed for a split second, but then—he relaxed. Just slightly.

Your fingers curled around his, slow and steady, as if giving him the chance to pull away.

He didn’t.

And something in him unraveled.

The weight pressing against his ribs, the tightness in his chest—it eased. Not completely, but enough that he could breathe.

You kept talking, your voice soft now. "I swear, if I hear Lily say ‘swish and flick’ one more time, I might actually lose my mind."

Remus tilted his head slightly, looking at you for the first time. You were watching the lake, the light breeze playing with your hair, your fingers still curled around his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And that’s when it hit him.

You were becoming the most important person in his life.

The realization nearly knocked the breath out of him.

He had spent so much time pushing—so much time terrified that if he let someone in, they’d eventually run. That they’d see what he really was and leave like it was nothing.

But you weren’t leaving.

Even when he ignored you, even when he was snappy and distant, even when he did everything in his power to keep you away—you stayed.

And Merlin, that scared him more than anything.

Because he wasn’t sure he could handle losing you.

He swallowed hard, squeezing your fingers just slightly.

"Thank you," he murmured, so low it was almost lost in the wind.

You turned your head toward him, your expression soft. "For what?"

He met your eyes, something raw flickering in his own. He shook his head. "Just... thank you."

And you didn’t push, didn’t demand more from him.

You just squeezed his hand back.

Telling the truth.

Remus knew what awaited him.

The full moon loomed over him like a shadow, and he could already feel the dull ache creeping into his bones, the exhaustion pooling behind his eyes. His skin felt too tight, his thoughts too loud. He had done this so many times before—prepared himself for the pain, for the inevitable breaking and tearing of his body.

But this time was different.

Because this time, when he came back, you would be there.

And it wouldn’t be the first time.

It would be the third.

He had run out of excuses.

He knew it.

And so did you.

You had never believed him when he told you he fell down the stairs. Or when he said he got into a fight with the Whomping Willow. Or when he muttered some half-hearted excuse about an unfortunate accident in Potions.

You had never believed him.

But you had never pushed him either.

You were waiting.

Waiting for him to say it.

And tonight, he would.

Because he couldn’t keep doing this. Not to you. Not to himself.

So he found you, as he always did, sitting in the common room, curled up in the corner of the couch by the fire, a book in your lap but barely paying attention to it.

When he stepped into the room, your head lifted instantly, eyes scanning him like you knew.

Like you always knew.

He swallowed.

No more running.

No more lying.

Remus crossed the room and sat beside you, silent for a long moment. The fire crackled between you, throwing golden light across your face.

You didn’t say anything.

Remus clenched his jaw, staring at his hands. "I need to tell you something."

Your breath hitched.

He could feel the way your body tensed slightly beside him, not out of fear, but anticipation.

And that was the only thing that kept him from bolting.

"Okay," you said softly, closing your book and shifting to face him. "I’m listening."

He inhaled sharply, fingers twisting together. "I… I don’t know how to say this."

"Then don’t force it," you murmured. "Just tell me."

He let out a humorless chuckle. "It’s not that simple."

"It is," you said gently. "With me, it is."

His throat tightened.

Merlin, why were you making this so much harder?

"You already know, don’t you?" His voice was hoarse.

Your gaze didn’t waver. "I have my suspicions."

"How long?"

You hesitated, then said, "A while."

Remus let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "And you didn’t say anything?"

"You weren’t ready," you said simply. "I wasn’t going to push you."

That nearly undid him.

He stared at you—really stared at you. You didn’t look afraid. You didn’t look disgusted. You just looked… like you. Warm. Steady. His safe place.

He didn’t deserve you.

He never deserved you.

"I’m a werewolf," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t flinch.

Didn’t gasp.

Didn’t recoil.

You just looked at him, really looked at him, and then—you reached for his hand and held it.

Like it was nothing.

Like he was nothing to be afraid of.

Like he wasn’t a monster.

Remus swallowed past the lump in his throat. "You should be scared of me."

You squeezed his hand. "I’m not."

"You should be."

"Why?" You asked, tilting your head. "Because society tells me I should be?"

He blinked.

"Because people who don’t know you—who never will—would call you a monster?" You shook your head. "Remus, I know you. And you are not a monster."

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes. "You say that now."

"And I’ll say it tomorrow. And the next day. And after the full moon."

His breath stuttered. "I don’t want you to see me like that."

You smiled softly. "I’ve already seen you after."

He winced. "Exactly."

"And I’m still here," you reminded him, your thumb brushing over his knuckles.

His chest ached. "I don’t want to lose you."

"You won’t."

He looked at you, eyes searching. "Promise?"

You squeezed his hand again. "I promise."

And in that moment, for the first time in a long, long time—

Remus Lupin let himself believe it.

Remus didn't know what to expect after telling you the truth. He had spent years imagining this moment—dreading it, really. He had convinced himself that the second he let someone in, they would run.

But you were still here.

You haven’t flinched.

Haven’t looked at him any differently.

You were still holding his hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The fire crackled beside you, filling the silence between you. Remus squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to process the fact that you knew—had known—and you haven’t left.

“Say something,” he muttered, voice strained.

You huffed a small laugh, still holding onto his hand. “I did say something. I promised I wasn’t going anywhere.”

His lips twitched, but he shook his head, rubbing his free hand over his face. “I don’t get it,” he admitted. “Why aren’t you…”

“Running for my life?” you teased gently.

He gave you a look.

You smiled, tucking your legs underneath you. “Because, Remus, I know you. I know who you are. I know the way you smile when you read something funny. I know you always offer me the last chocolate, even when you clearly don’t want to. I know that you hate asking for help, but you’ll sit with me in the library just so I don’t have to study alone.” you paused. “I know you.”

His throat tightened.

You looked down at their joined hands, tracing small circles on his skin with your thumb. “And I know that whatever happens to you every full moon, it doesn’t change who you are.”

Remus swallowed. “You say that—”

“I mean that.” your voice was firm, unwavering. “Nothing could change the way I see you, Remus.”

He wanted to believe that. He really did. But he had spent years hating himself, convincing himself that no one could ever see him as anything other than a monster.

And now—now, here you were, proving him wrong.

He exhaled, his fingers tightening around yours. “The full moon is tomorrow,” he said, his voice quieter now.

You nodded. “I know.”

His stomach twisted. “I’ll be gone all night. And then when I get back, I’ll be—”

“Hurt,” you finished, your voice softer now. “I know.”

His grip on your hand faltered slightly. “You shouldn’t have to see that.”

You sighed, your other hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair away from his face. “Remus,” you said gently. “I want to be there for you.”

He closed his eyes briefly at the feeling of your fingers against his skin. “It’s not easy.”

“I don’t care.”

He let out a breathless laugh. “You should.”

“I don’t,” you insisted. “Because you’d do the same for me.”

His heart clenched.

You were right. He would. If the roles were reversed, if you were the one in pain, if you were the one fighting something beyond your control, he would never leave your side.

You sighed, your hand slipping back down to his. “Besides, I knew you were hiding something,” you teased. “You’re a terrible liar, Lupin.”

Remus let out a real laugh this time, shaking his head. “I thought I was doing alright.”

You grinned. “Oh, no. Not at all.”

A comfortable silence stretched between you, your hands still intertwined. The firelight flickered against your face, your eyes filled with something he wasn’t used to seeing—certainty.

Remus wasn’t used to people staying.

But maybe—just maybe—you would.

And, for the first time, he let himself hope.

Remus looked at you like you were a dream—like any second now, you would disappear, and he would wake up alone in his dorm, realizing that none of this had actually happened. But you didn’t disappear. You were still sitting beside him, still holding his hand, still looking at him like he was just Remus, not a monster.

And now you were telling him you were going to take care of him. Again.

“You don’t have to do that,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

You arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And who’s going to stop me?”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Because I will be there, Remus. Just like I was the last two times.”

His stomach twisted. “You shouldn’t have to—”

“But I want to.” your voice was firm, steady. “Remus, I chose this. I chose you. So you don’t get to push me away, alright?”

His breath hitched. I chose you.

You said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like choosing him—the boy who carried secrets heavier than mountains—was as simple as picking a book off a shelf.

“You chose me,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I did.”

Remus exhaled shakily, staring down at your joined hands. “I don’t deserve you.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, tilting your head. “No, you really don’t.”

His head snapped up, startled—only to find you grinning at him. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You’re awful.”

“I am,” you said, still smiling. “And yet, you love having me around.”

He stiffened.

You noticed.

Your grin faltered slightly, your expression softening. “Remus?”

He swallowed, looking anywhere but at you. “I just… I don’t want you to regret this,” he admitted. “Being around me. Helping me.”

You frowned. “Why on earth would I regret that?”

He inhaled sharply. “Because one day you might realize that I’m not worth it.”

Your face fell. Then, without hesitation, you reached out, cupping his face in your hands.

His breath caught.

“Remus John Lupin,” you said, voice soft but firm, “You are worth it. You are so worth it.”

His heart pounded against his ribs.

You ran your thumbs gently over his cheekbones, your touch featherlight. “You are not a burden. You are not a monster. You are not something to be ashamed of.”

He clenched his jaw, his throat tightening. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“No,” you admitted. “I don’t. But I do know you.”

He wanted to say something. Anything. He wanted to tell you that you made his world brighter, that he felt lighter every time you were near, that he had never felt this way before.

But the words wouldn’t come.

So he did the only thing he could.

He leaned into your touch.

Your fingers curled slightly against his jaw, your breath hitching at the movement.

Remus exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. “You make it better,” he murmured.

You stilled. “What?”

He swallowed thickly. “The full moons. The pain. The guilt. Everything.” He opened his eyes, meeting yours. “You make it better.”

Your lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across your face. Then, after a moment, you smiled—the kind of smile that made his chest ache in the best possible way.

“I’ll always be here,” you whispered.

And for the first time in his life, Remus believed it.

Waiting for you.

It was the night of the full moon.

The moment dinner ended, the Marauders had started preparing to leave. It was subtle—James and Sirius casually excusing themselves, Peter following a little too quickly—but you knew exactly what they were doing. And so did Remus.

He had tried to act like everything was normal, but you weren’t fooled. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides. Every movement seemed heavier, like he was dragging himself toward an inevitable fate.

Now, as they stood in the dimly lit corridor near the entrance to the grounds, you watched as James clapped Remus on the shoulder. “See you in the morning, mate.”

Sirius smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “Try not to bite anyone important.”

Remus rolled his eyes but didn’t respond.

Peter muttered a soft, “Take care, Moony,” before they all turned, heading toward the Whomping Willow.

Remus lingered.

You stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Rem,” you said softly.

His shoulders tensed at the nickname—the one you had first used weeks ago, the one that made his heart twist every time you said it.

He turned to face you. “I’ll be fine.”

You frowned. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

He swallowed.

You reached out, wrapping your arms around him without hesitation.

He stiffened at first, but then—like always—he melted into your touch. His arms slowly came around you, holding you close, his fingers gripping the back of your sweater like you were something solid to hold onto.

“I’ll be waiting,” you murmured against his shoulder.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his face. “Come back to me, okay?”

Something inside him cracked.

He nodded stiffly, not trusting his voice.

You smiled, a soft, reassuring thing, before pressing the lightest of kisses to his cheek. “Go.”

Remus inhaled sharply, then, without another word, turned and walked toward his fate.

You stayed behind, watching as his figure disappeared into the distance. Then you turned on her heel, heading straight to Gryffindor Tower.

You had a long night ahead of you.

The common room was quiet when you arrived, most students already having gone to bed. You made your way up to the boys’ dormitory, settling yourself near Remus’ bed with your legs crossed beneath you.

And then, you waited.

At first, you tried reading, flipping mindlessly through the pages of a book. But your mind refused to focus. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder than usual, each passing second dragging painfully.

So you switched to something else—your project.

You carefully pulled out the parchment where you had scribbled notes, your own messy handwriting detailing every ingredient, every failed attempt, every hopeful possibility.

A potion to help Remus regain some control.

It was ambitious. Maybe even impossible.

But you had to try.

You chewed on the end of your quill, eyes scanning the notes you had gathered. You knew that maybe you could do a combination of calming draughts, strengthening potions, something to dull the pain or suppress the worst instincts.

You scribbled a few more ideas, then let out a frustrated sigh, pushing your hair out of your face.

Your eyes flickered to the clock.

3:12 AM.

You bit your lip. He wouldn’t be back for hours.

Your chest ached at the thought of what he was going through at that very moment. Was he in pain? Was he hurting himself? Even with the Marauders there, you hated knowing that he was suffering alone.

You sighed, leaning back against the wall.

The dorm was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of the wind outside.

You stayed like that for hours, pacing, thinking, waiting.

You just had to hold on a little longer.

By morning, Remus would be back.

And you would be there to catch him when he fell.

—— 🌙 ——

A note from the author:

Hello my loves!

Well, that was intense.

No more secrets between them, and Remus finally realising a lot of things. Especially that he more than likes reader.

Hope you liked this one! Thank you for your kind comments in every chapter!! 🤍

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Hehehehe okay so what if you like wrote a fic about remus lupin x reader. The reader is a teacher (preferably like astronomy) and they're sneaking around together. students are making bets and stuff to see if they'll end up together, some girls just ship them really hard.

They're trying so hard to keep it a secret but they are so bad at it.

Me @ every guy who isn't a fictional wizard from the 70s ^^

An: This fluff attempt goes out to you, rip

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Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

cw: A lot of kisses and cursing, stapler mishandling

Masterlist

WC:4181

The halls of Hogwarts were filled with hushed whispers and mindless patter of gossip. The newest topic of the year? 

Professor {L/N}, the newest astronomy hire. An Alchemist who perfected her work through star charting. Lupin had recommended you for the post to assist Sinistra. Mostly, however, you were hired on to assist with the newest project under Dumbledore. With your studies in the North Pole, you were tasked with on and off communications with the centaur herd within the Forbidden Forest. Specifically, their astronomy masters. It was easy, given your track record with magical creatures. Creating a bridge of mutual understanding between the professors and the herd. Dumbledore also saw you valuable to both potions and alchemy class; meaning you met a lot of students very fast.

So almost everyone knew you, you ran a tight ship in class, playful and respectful to the students paired with a charming personality, no one could bring themselves to even hate you.

That's probably how the rumors began, truthfully. Who doesn't want their two favorite teachers to end up together?

Much like Lupin, the students adored you. Hermione especially, after learning of your academic achievements of the past, while being a muggleborn witch. 

Your first reaction to seeing him probably don't help. First few steps into your new place of employment and you hurry over to the only face you cared to recognize, and give him a hug and a thank you for the recommendation. 

It wasn't anything big and it wasn't anything of a spectacle, but Merlin, was Hogwarts boring. The thrill of gossip seemed to have every student in a choke hold. Some said you were both childhood friends turned lovers, some said you were married and it was a scandalous affair, most of the rumors were just students talking about how perfect you both fit together. 

Your caring, funny, and nurturing behavior, to his stern more rugged form of bonding, you were affectionately dubbed ‘mum and dad.’ 

Never to your face however, and mostly by the first and seventh years. Something about growing shame and losing it in your final days of Hogwarts, remarkable.

~~~

“I'm telling you! He looks at her like she is the very stars she teaches us about!” A seventh year sighed dreamily with her friends. She had her chin in her palms and was staring up at the front of class while a few of their classmates took the practical exam. “I wish someone would look at me like that.”

“Really! I haven't seen so much tension between two faculty before! I wouldn't be surprised to find them snogging in the halls!” One of them joked and the other girls laughed.

“Truly, but I saw Professor {L/N} wearing a wedding ring. She took it off and put it in her pocket before class started. I wonder if they are, you know~ Never have I seen Professor Lupin wear one.” She wiggled her eyebrows and the original girl spoke up with a gasp.

“Oh don't you say that! Professor Lupin and Professor {L/N} would never!” She tutted and another voice chimed in, a boy from a seat behind them, making the three turn.

“I heard that they spent Christmas at school together.” Cedric cheeked and the three girls gasped and began to murmur among themselves about it, before Lupin clapped his hands.

He found it a bit amusing, he had let them continue that far. This is what his classes have become, listening to the students muttering about him and you, seeing how close they could possibly get to the truth. Remus, at a fault, was a gossip. He learned to love the thrill of rumors from Sirius and James, but what was better than rumors about you and a colleague? Rumors about you and a colleague that were so close to the truth.

“Right now! Who's next?”

The rest of the class went smoothly, everyone finished their exams and the classroom began to file out. As Lupin got comfortable in his seat, his door peaked open.

“If you are here for tutoring, please note my hours are posted on the door, this first hour has been reserved already.” Lupin called out from his chair, head leaned back. 

“Tutoring, hm?” A song-like voice rang out from the door. He slowly smirked and leaned forward, eyes locking onto yours. You were holding a box of Merlin knows what, walking straight up to his desk with that beautiful smile. 

“Is that so unbelievable?” He teased, voice lower as he stood up and walked around his desk. Looking over your shoulder to peek into the box, seeing several random objects, including a stapler, a retractable ruler, a metal pointing stick, and other random muggle things.

“Oh, totally. I think I remember you almost lost it when Peter asked for your notes.” You teased him and he chuckled, his breath brushing against your neck. He admired the way you seemed to not flinch, but melt into his proximity. 

“Peter was a terrible student.” He mumbled and you laughed, his hand slipping around your waist and leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. You laughed harder and squirmed away. 

“Hands to yourself. Now, show me where I can hide this contraband.” You lifted the box and shook it a bit. “The things they allow in muggle schools! Hmph!” You mused and he laughed, walking you up to his office and to the far back near a storage closet. He opened the door for you and you set the box down, looking around curiously.

The room was small, but big enough for four people to stand in it comfortably. The walls were covered in shelves filled with items from all over the school years, you ran your finger along one of the shelves and let the dust collect.

“What's on your mind, hm?” Lupin mused and you turned to smirk at him.

“Just wondering where they are hiding the really bad stuff. Still in Filtch’s closet?” You hummed as he stepped into the small room with you. His eyes looked you over and you gave him a look.

“Why's that, darling?”

“Just curious, out of all the things in that closet,” You hummed as Remus wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you against him. Your fingers dancing along his shirt collar. “Wonder how many of them were from you and that little gang of yours.” You hummed and he laughed.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. It was chaste and sweet. He loved moments like this, away from everyone, where he could love you properly. He gave a hum as you got on your toes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down as he pulled you closer.

~~~

“I truly don't  think they have something going on. It's maddening really! The whole school seems to see it but me!” Ron groaned as he walked down the hall with Harry and Hermione, seemingly offended at the idea that the new Astronomy teacher was dating or even had interest in Lupin.

"I wouldn't put too much stock in rumors about someone's love life, Ronald," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry Ron, but you're kind of…” Harry rolled his wrists and Ron narrowed his eyes.

“Kind of what?” 

“Kind of..” Harry trailed off.

“Kind of a complete idiot when it comes to love.” Hermione finally snapped, hugging her books to her chest. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet Professor Lupin.” She huffed and stomped off.

Ron was left standing there like an idiot, looking over at Harry. 

“What did I do?”

Harry tried to hide his smile and patted Ron's shoulder to urge him along and out of the halls.

~~~

The kiss had grown a bit heated, Remus pushed you deeper into the closet as he muttered about how badly he needed to have you in his arms. How much he loved you, how he wanted you closer, so impossibly close.

You, of course, returned the sentiment. He was made for your hands it seemed, every moment he wasn't between them made you yearn for just another hour of listless cuddles or moments like this. Sneaking away from responsibilities to show your love and devotion to one another. 

If only it could last longer-

“Professor Lupin?” Hermione's voice called out into his office. Remus cursed and you quickly stumbled back. He cleared his throat, shuffling through the confiscated objects, to find anything he could snag. 

“I'll be out in a moment!” He called back as you fixed his tie and ruffled shirt, he grabbed the first thing he spotted and stole another quick kiss from you before leaving the room.

You leaned against a shelf and watched from the crack of the door in amusement as Lupin hurried to his desk.

“Ms. Granger, I am terribly sorry, is it possible for us to reschedule?” Remus pressed and looked at what he had in his hand.

A stapler.

Why on earth did he grab a stapler?

Quickly he sat at his desk and pulled out a few assignments. Grabbing some he had already graded and began to staple them together. 

Hermione was no fool and he knew that, she stared at him in bewilderment, slowly putting her hands on her books tighter. “Uhm, Professor? Isn't that the stapler Professor {L/N} confiscated from Creevey?” 

Lupin began to staple things a bit quicker, waving her off. 

“Yes, Ms. Granger, I think it would be, but I did borrow it from the confiscated,” He weaned on, collected and poised, a bit too good at putting up a face. Everytime you two have almost been caught, he's shown this side. 

“Why would you possibly need a stapler?” He asked in disbelief.

“To.. staple?” He lifted his eyebrow at her. “I do appreciate your curiosity, but I assure you this is none of your concern.” He spoke idley, having opened the stapler and pressed the top down against the pages and his table. Hermione seemed appalled at the misuse. 

“Now, if you'll please allow me to pick another time-” Before he could finish his statement, he attempted to raise his hand, only for his wrist to be locked in place. He looked down, just to see he had stapled his own sleeve to the desk under a few pages of paper. 

You had to cover your mouth and so did Hermione.

“Uhm, on second thought, sir, I think I'll spend my study hour in the library.” She slowly smirked, turning to briskly walk away.

Remus slowly sunk his face into his hands, the second his classroom door was closed he waved his hand to shut his office door. Only for the room to be filled with your laughter.

You walked out of the room, holding your sides as Lupin lost his front and stared at you with flushed cheeks.

“Not a word-”

“No! No please!” You wheezed out. “Several! Several words must be had!” You doubled over his desk, struggling to get the staple from his sleeves, when you finally managed, you were throwing your head back absolutely lost in boisterous laughter.

Remus wasn't even mad. How could he be? You looked so damn happy. So giddy with joy at the embarrassing show he put on. Quickly, he stood, walking around his desk with a purpose and grabbed your cheeks. You were still struggling to catch your breath as he playfully scoffed at you.

“Not very polite, Professor {L/N}.” He taunted and you grabbed his biceps and clung to him to try and clam down. It didn't help when he leaned down and began to pepper kisses all over your hot face. 

“Mercy!” You wheezed and he shook his head.

“What happened to all those words, Professor?” He teased and you shook your head, giggling as he absolutely mawled you with his lips.

~~~

The Grandhall was lively with the buzz of Sirius Black’s attacks. Managing to get into the Gryffindors’ common room was a feat that bewildered everyone.

However, what everyone was truly talking about was how he broke into the astronomy tower and Professor {L/N}’s office. It had managed to get out that Sirius Black himself left you a note that Dumbledore promptly confiscated. More accurately, the conversation was about how unbothered you were about the news.

That, and how a certain professor reacted to that news. 

He had gone down to the commons with McGonagall to check on Harry and the other students. Only when Flitwick came up in a rush and announced the break in and how you were nowhere to be found, the students watched in horror and shock as Lupin pulled his wand and ran from the towers at a speed they couldn't determine was truly human.

He found you soon after, running down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower, also looking for Harry. He stopped and pulled you into a tight hold no one could see. You were confused at first, but you eventually melted into him. You two were spied on by none other than Colin Creevey, who snapped a photo and was showing it around the lunch table. 

“See! I knew it! What a romantic! Ran straight to her in the face of danger?” One of the seventh years swooned and Ron scoffed.

“I don't get it, it's just two people hugging.” He mumbled and began to poke at his food, the twins giving each other a look before they rushed to tease Ron.

“Two people hugging,” Fred started.

“Hands below the waist!” George chimed in, holding up the photo as if to emphasize his point, gesturing to where Lupin's hands were holding you so tight your heels were slightly off the ground.

“Oh, how scandalous.” Fred concurred and Ron rolled his eyes.

“I hug Hermione, does that make us secretly married?” Ron pushed and Hermione quickly looked down at her book in a slight flush. 

“You wish.” George snickered and Fred clapped his hand on Ron's back, making him cough on his potatoes.

“Really, Ronald dearest, you wouldn't know the difference. You hardly know how to hold a girl now.” He teased and George nodded along.

“You'll get there one day, brother. For now you'll have to trust us.”

“This,” They both pointed this time.

“Is not a normal hug.” Both of them spoke at the same time.

Angelica finally spoke up. “Given the context, that man is whipped. Even if nothing is happening now, he is so in love it's humbling.” She got up and gathered her Quidditch gear.

“Come on boys.”

“Right behind you.” Fred purred and earned himself a look from her over her shoulder, George laughed as the three of them hurried off. Leaving the photo for Ginny to pick up.

“Oh yeah, there is absolutely no platonic explanation for this.” She hummed and tossed it to the center of the table, Neville shrugged, no wanting to contribute. 

“I think that whatever is happening between those two, it's clear they care about each other.” Hermione hummed and Harry finally agreed. Suddenly, he looked at his friends with a look of absolute mischief.

“Do you know how we can find out?” He mused and Hermione gave a groan and Ron shot up in his seat.

“How?”

Harry smirked and pulled out the map the twins had gifted him, showing it off to his friends with a cocky smirk. You had caught him with it days ago, and simply zipped your lips and walked away.

“If they are meeting anywhere, it's likely the astronomy tower.”

~~~

Now.. the plan didn't go exactly as planned.

“And I simply can not comprehend how all three of you continue to be the only Gryffindors I've had to reprimand this year!” Lupin’s voice filled the otherwise silent and empty Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. Unfortunately for the trio, who were out far past curfew, Lupin just so happened to be on his way to the Astronomy tower when he spotted them seemingly just on time for his arrival.

“What about my brothers?” Ron muttered before Hermione shot him a look, elbow jabbing his side.

“Ronald.” She hissed.

The entirety of Hogwarts Valley had been buzzing with the news of Sirius Black’s newest escapade into the castle and Lupin could not comprehend why the three thought it was a good idea to do everything but what they were told. 

“Safety comes first and for me to find you lot outside of your dorms with a murder on the loose? With this bloody-” Lupin began to lift the map before his eyes snapped up at the sound of his door opening. He quickly shut his mouth when he saw you peak into the dark space.

“Remus?” You called out, before you paused and stared at the four infront of you. Your mind firing off a million excuses in quick succession. “Oh, I was unaware you had company.”

Lupin sighed and rubbed his face, seeming to untangle himself from the thralls of his anger. It wasn't uncommon for you two to find eachother late at night like this, but was certainly not the greatest idea of his yet- reprimanding the trio when he knew you'd be coming. As you always did when he didn't meet you at the Astronomy tower as promised. His favorite part of the end of a stressful day was a night full of whispers, stories and playful remarks. Reminiscing on your school years while recreating some memories long forgotten after the war. This time, not in his dorm, but his office or your room. “It's quite alright. I can still review your lesson plans.”

He was a terrifyingly good liar. That should not be attractive.

“Right. I will be in your office, Lupin.” You remarked and began to walk past the group of three who looked at you like you might save them. Sorry kiddos- he was grumpy enough as it was. 

You gave them a grimace, glancing at the map before quickly looking away with wide eyes and hurrying over to the office. Lupin caught the look and held up his hand. “Stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and slowly turned to face him. Giving him your adorable nervous look that you knew didn't work on him- well, you tried.

He made a come hither motion and you walked over, ready to be lectured like the kids beside you. He held up the map and you gave a nervous smile. 

“What? However, did you find this, Harry? This is supposed to be in Flinch’s office!” You gave the worst and most unbelievable fake disappointed tone, hands on your hips and frowning down at the three. You struggled not to smile as Harry gave a small one, before laughing a bit. Hermione covered her face in a mix of fluster and secondhand embarrassment. Ron was grinning ear to ear. 

“{L/N}...” Lupin warned and you huffed.

“You got me in trouble with the big boss here, Harry.” You teased and he finally cracked his lips into a brighter smile. You looked back at Remus and slowly interlocked your fingers in front of your lips, as if it did anything to hide your face. “In my defense-”

“You three are dismissed.” He mused quickly and slammed the paper on the table beside him. You tried your best to hide your smile. It was hard to take him seriously when you have seen him panic and staple his sleeve to a desk. The trio hurried to shuffle out, Harry sent you a greatful look and you simply winked at him. Something Remus rolled his eyes at.

“Did you see Harry with the map?” He asked in a stern tone when the kids left. You looked away and tried to look a little regretful. 

“It's very possible.” 

“And you didn't think to take it?” He asked in an incredulous tone.

“I mean, it certainly crossed my mind.” You slowly stopped hiding your smile and looked back to the taller man who was taking a few steps into your space.

“And you didn't?” He pushed.

“Well, in all fairness, Rem. It is technically his.” You snarked back finally and Remus gave a bitter laugh. 

“Professor {L/N}, did you think that maybe if this map fell into the wrong hands it could cause a serious danger to Harry?” He pushed and you clicked your tongue. You knew who he was talking about. A conversation you've had a million times, well, more an argument. It got worse when he heard of the note.

He was so willing to believe Sirius Black to be a killer, while you believed Sirius could bring himself to the point of ending someone's life, James Potter was more than a human to him. Even with his plea of guilty, you couldn't believe it. James, Lily, and Harry? You would stake your life on it. He was innocent.

It was what you were looking for, an explanation, hopefully that was what the note was for. But unlike your communications with the magical creatures of the forest, Dumbledore was not so willing to give up information when he had it. The old prick-

“I hate when we talk about this.” You huffed in honesty and leaned back on one of the desks of the room. He sighed through his nose and pinched the bridge that connected it to his forehead. “Honey-”

“Ah ah ah! Honey is for marriage.” You mused and he did his best to fight the smile growing on his face. Easily letting you steer the conversation from his own negative thoughts, he hated being upset around you. “That so?”

“It's very so. More so than most so’s.” You hummed and he blinked a few times at you before he couldn't help but smirk. 

“Give me my mother's ring back then.” He mused and held out his hand. You have a faux gasp. 

“Excuse you, sir. I seem to remember your mother telling you this belonged to me.” 

“When we were 18!” He challenged, letting himself fall victim to your antics. Like school children. “And last I checked, your reaction was less then pleasant.”

“We had been dating for a year and I was going to the North Pole in my defense, tart boy.” You scoffed and cringed at the memory. How you practically fall out of your chair when Hope made a comment about her ring. 

“Tart boy?”

“Tart boy.”

“I'll show you a tart boy.” He scoffed and took your cheeks. You giggled like a goofball, grabbing his lapels and trying to pull him closer. He smirked at you and kept his distance.

“Remus-” You huffed and glared at him a bit. His smirk only grew as he reached into your pocket, pulling out the modest gem. You rolled your eyes fondly and held out your hand for him, he slipped the ring back in its rightful place.

“Sorry, call me old fashioned. But I'd like to kiss my fiancé, not my coworker.” He teased and you couldn't help but laugh. 

“You absolute sap.”

“Hard not to be.” He mumbled and leaned in, finally kissing you. Both your eyelids lowered but he held eye contact. So much affection bumbling in your chests, it was too much to look away. Eventually, you gave into your shyness, closing your eyes. He slowly pushed your knees apart and slipped between them, making your face grow hot.

He pulled away at this and you huffed, he smirked at you when you looked back up at him. “Hey, sir, your lips on mine again. It's a marital duty and all that jazz.”

“Thought we had to be married for marital privileges, honey?” 

“Oh don't use anything I say around you against me, I can hardly think.”

He bellowed out a laugh at your mischievous look up at him. Slowly biting your lip as you struggled to keep your confident act up.

“Whatever will I do with you, {L/N}?”

“Well, I have a few ideas.” You hummed and began to fiddle with his tie. He curled an eyebrow and you looked forward, looking up at his hazel eyes with a playful pout. “Kiss me again. I promise, you keep my lips occupied, no more bad behavior.”

“Because you won't be able to talk?” 

“Precisely.”

“What in the world!?” You suddenly heard from the far corner of the room. Your face filled with shock and snapped over to see an empty corner, you could of sworn you heard Ronald just a moment ago.

 Remus quickly moved from between your legs and waved his wand, yanking off the invisibility cloak to reveal an appalled Ron, a delighted Harry, and a flustered Hermione.

“Bloody hell!” Remus boomed and you covered your mouth and looked away. Doing your best not to laugh.

“Yes, mum and dad do kiss when the kids are away.” You cheeked and Remus looked at you like you had just made some grand offense to his ears.

Hermione giggled and Harry’s smile grew ten fold.

Ron, however, seemed very displeased.

“I owe the twins so much money.”

[spookifyer]

Possessive

[Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader]

-remus focused-

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Summary: remus acting more possessive and jealous over reader close to the full moon and the other boys have to take a step back - and feel a bit jealous

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, sexual innuendos, remus being touchy, sex talk, little bit of arguing, did not proof read

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Remus moves a strand of hair behind your ear as he pulls you closer to him kissing your cheek. You smile at him and rest your head on his shoulder. You are both sat on the sofa in the marauder’s room cuddling on the sofa. “You’re so beautiful.” Remus says as he admires you. Even though you have been dating for a year, you blush and move to hide your face in his chest. “No, no, no,” Remus chuckles, “don’t hide that stunning face from me.” He lifts your head up and pulls you into a kiss.

James and Sirius come into the room laughing amongst them selves, they were probably causing trouble like always. “If it’s not our gorgeous girlfriend!” Sirius exclaims excitedly as he rushes over to you smiling. You try to move to him to greet him but remus pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm possessively. Sirius notices his actions and stops.

The boys usually love that they all get to love and be in a relationship with you so they don’t usually act in this manner and this is why the room was full of confusion. “What’s wrong remmy?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Nothing,” Remus mutters, still not realising his hold on you.

“C’mon on moony,” James chuckles, “let us hug our girlfriend!”

Remus looks down at his feet in shame and you can’t help but notice his look of annoyance at James’ word. “How about you two and I hang out in a hour. We have a lot of studying to do.” You suggest. You don’t like lying to your boyfriends but you can tell remus is hiding something. The boys agree with out any question and leave the room together.

“What’s wrong?” You ask your taller boyfriend sternly.

“I-I don’t know,” Remus answers with a look of shame on his face. You give him a look to indicate to explain. “I don’t know what’s come over me but I just want you. I think the full moon is making me possessive over you. When them two came towards you, I couldn’t stand the thought I will have to let you go. I need you to myself.”

“Moony. That’s not fair on them two,” you look down upset.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he replies while lifting your chin up to face him with his finger, “you know that I am not usually like this, that’s why I think it’s the wolf. Just please let me have you to myself until the moon.”

He pulls your face closer to him and kisses you desperately and starts exploring your body with his rugged hands. “I need you,” he mutters in between kisses as he pushes you to your backs and presses himself against you.

“Have me,” you reply. He moves down to your neck and kisses it all over then starts biting gently and gives you light hickeys.

After the moment ends and you both have a second to catch your breaths, remus passes you his shirt to cover yourself and you cuddle closer to him and he notices you look slightly upset. “I’m sorry, was I too rough?” He asks in a worried tone.

“No more than usual,” you chuckles.

“Why are you upset did I do something wrong?” He asks, panicked, but still not letting you go.

“No! Nothing like that! I’m just worried. I can’t just ignore James and sirius. I understand that the moon is making you possessive but I’m not sure what to do because you looked annoyed when they were in the room!” You explain.

“I’m sorry I’m putting you in this position,” Remus replies ashamed. “Let’s get them here and talk about it out, hey?”

The boys return to their room and joke about how they weren’t invited to join in your session - it wasn’t unusual that you would have sex with only one of them - but their usual mischievous demeanour changes as they realise remus’ look of annoyance. “Ok what’s happening here?” Sirius asks.

“Yeah, mate, you are acting strange,” James comments. Remus puts his head in his hands.

“Remmy is having a hard time because of the moon,” you answer for remus.

“I - I mean the wolf - just can’t stand to think of you having your hands on Y/N,” he adds on with shame in his voice.

Sirius frowns, “you do know she is our girlfriend too, moony?”

Remus looks at him and it was obvious he was hiding an angry look. His leg starts bouncing with frustration about the whole situation as he hates to make things complicated and he doesn’t want to upset any of you. You stroke his arm to calm him down and say, “Siri, you know how the moon can make him act.”

“Yeah but what are we supposed to do? Stay away from you?” James questions.

You then have a thought. “This is unconventional, and we have to realise it’s not Remus’ fault, but the full moon is tomorrow night and I’m sure he will be right back to his normal self after.”

“So we just have to avoid you?” Sirius asks, looking upset.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” you say calmly, not wanting to start a disagreement, “I may just have to spend more time with just remus and hang out with you two a little less.”

The two boys frown but nod as they understand that remus cannot help how he feels around the full moon and they want to make sure the both of of you are happy. “I know what Y/N is asking is unfair but I’ll take a step back and let the three of you have times to yourselves after the transformation,” Remus offers as a solution.

Sirius and James begin to smile as they shake their heads and come to an understanding, “don’t be silly, moony. You don’t have to take a step back,” James says.

The lycanthrope looks at them confused, he thought the two boys were angry at him for making this unreasonable request and even believed they would never forgive him. Sirius notices his look.

“We know how the big bad wolf makes you act. Y/N has been there when we’ve needed her and we are glad she is there for you,” Sirius chuckles. You smile and are happy that’s you are all okay.

Until the full moon, you spent a lot of time with Remus as he rarely let go of his hold on you. You still got to some spend time with your other two boyfriends but not without Remus growing jealous when he sees. Overall, everything turned out okay and things went back to normal after the full moon - except the extra teasing Remus received from Sirius and James.

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Drowned in Desire 

poly!marauders x fem!reader

note ⌇ you’re ovulating and your boyfriends are looking a little too good  warnings ⌇word count 2.1k, smut, established relationship, foursome, breif exhibition (sex in a closet w/ Sirus), oral sex, (v) penetration sex, reader is FIENING, slytherin!reader (only suggested in beginning), many rounds throughout the day, making out, wrap it before you tap it, degrading talk (slut), praise as well, dom/sub dynamics?, not proofread

Desire is a current you can’t swim against, and this morning, it pulls you under.

You wake in the quiet shadows of your Slytherin dorm room, the dim greenish light filtering through the heavy curtains, casting everything in a soft, muted glow. The bed is warm around you, but the air is cool, the stone walls solid and unyielding. The usual comfort of your surroundings does nothing to quell the feeling rising within you—this heat, this restless yearning that spreads through your veins, igniting something deep inside.

Before your eyes even open, before your mind has fully shaken off the remnants of sleep, you feel it. The pull. Desire, like a tide, rises and falls inside you, a constant undercurrent that tugs at the edges of your thoughts. It’s like a magnetic force, drawing you into it, unrelenting, impossible to ignore. Your body reacts before your mind does—there’s a knot in your stomach, a fluttering pulse in your chest. It’s the kind of ache that’s both comforting and foreign, like something you’ve always known but never dared to name.

The bed creaks slightly as you shift, but the feeling is all around you, wrapping itself in the space between your sheets and the cold stone beneath you. It’s an insistent ache, a longing that wraps itself around your heart and doesn’t let go. You try to ignore it, to push it down, but it only grows stronger, more undeniable, until it’s all you can think about. The weight presses against your chest, suffocating in its intensity, like an unspoken truth you’ve been trying to deny.

You know it’s them. You know it’s James, with that reckless smile, the confidence that makes him feel untouchable. You know it’s Remus, with that quiet, knowing gaze, always watching, always seeming to see more than anyone else. And Sirius—Sirius, with his defiant grin, his energy that fills the room, the way his voice lingers in your thoughts long after he’s gone.

It’s not just an attraction. It’s more. Something deeper, more dangerous. Something that catches you when you least expect it, stirs when you’re alone, when you’re quiet, when there’s nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat in the stillness of the morning. You try to push it down, try to keep it contained, but the ache only grows. And in the stillness of your Slytherin dorm, where no one can see you, where the world outside feels so far away, the desire becomes almost unbearable.

You close your eyes, trying to breathe through it, but you know it’s pointless. It’s there. Always there. Like the pull of the Black Lake, drawing you deeper, making you feel weightless and alive, but caught in the undertow. Today, it pulls you under again, and you can’t escape it.

When you were around them that morning, that was when you observed, noticed more. The world seemed to shift, as if everything around you was suddenly clearer, more vivid. You saw them in a different light, through a new lens, one that made the smallest details feel significant, even electric. James’ hands, so effortlessly confident as they gripped his broomstick, or the way his fingers brushed through his messy hair. It made you ache in a way you couldn’t explain, the subtle strength in those movements, the careless elegance he didn’t even know he possessed. 

Then there was Remus. The way his neck flexed when he turned toward you, the subtle movement as he shifted or spoke—it was like everything else faded, and all you could focus on was the delicate line of his throat, the quiet strength in it. You couldn’t help but trace the curve of it in your mind, feeling your pulse quicken with a desire you couldn’t explain. Every movement, every tilt of his head, left you breathless, as though the very air was thickening with something unspoken. You had a desire to leave a darkened remnant of said desire on his skin there, make it obvious for others to notice. 

And Sirius—his morning voice, lower and richer, still thick with sleep. There was something about the deep rumble of it, the way it held a quiet power, that made you wish he’d speak to you in that tone, right in your ear, letting the warmth of his voice settle close to you. 

Of course, it wasn’t surprising that they noticed. It was hard for them not to, especially when the air around you felt heavier, charged in a way you couldn’t hide. Your gaze, a little too intense, lingered where it shouldn’t, catching their attention in ways you weren’t sure you wanted. It wasn’t just the way your eyes followed them—it was the weight behind it, the way you couldn’t quite look away, even when you knew you should. The silence between you and them stretched a little too long, and every glance you threw felt like an unspoken invitation, even if you didn’t mean for it to be. They had to have known.

It all started in class. Remus was sitting beside you, his presence almost too close, and the professor’s voice barely registered as you became aware of the tension that had begun to stir. Then you felt it—his breath, warm against your ear, as he leaned in. He seemed to notice your focus on something you shouldn't be focusing on during class. 

“Careful, you’re staring,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, with that signature smirk you couldn’t see but could feel in his words.

Your chest tightened, a knot of heat curling in your stomach. You didn’t dare turn to look at him, your focus forced to stay at the front of the room. But the words, his breath, the proximity—it all pressed against you, making the air feel thick and suffocating. You tried to ignore it, but the feeling lingered, a quiet pulse beneath your skin.

Usually, you shove him and move on from his teasing. That’s usually what happened when he teased you, but today–you ran with it, and who was he to turn you down. 

After class had ended the both of you were shoved inside a tight and dark room. A hand was twisted in his tie, tugging him in to press his lips to yours. His hair became a bird's mess with how you had weaved them in, tugging on the locks each time he bit down on your bottom lip. You’re both gasping against each other’s lips, bodies firmly pressed together–squirming. 

“Remus, love,” you gasp, nothing but a needy whisper, “please. Please, do something. Need you.”

With a curse under his breath he was moving you so your back pressed against the cold wall. A leg was hiked up on his shoulder, opening you up so he can press himself under your skirt to smother himself against your throbbing core. With the way you were practically leaking onto his face, it didn’t take but maybe five minutes and your thighs are shaking around his face–legs becoming akin to rubber. You walked out of that closet feeling as if nothing had happened, the need in you still firing off as if you hadn’t just orgasmed a minute ago. 

It just worsens from there, the moment in the closet opening a floodgate.

Before James' Quidditch practice, you sit on his bed, watching as he stands in front of the mirror, pulling his shirt off to change. For a second in time, you catch a glimpse of his back, the sunlight catching every ridge and divot of muscle. On impulse, you reach your hand out, brushing against the vast expanse of skin there. He glances back over his shoulder, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Got your attention?"

Similar to Sirius, you grabbed a hold of his jersey and tugged him down to connect your lips together. He ended up late to practice. The way you were licking a stripe up the side of his length drove him insane, whiny sounds escaping him as you sink his length further past your lips.The way he arrives at practice—paint on his clothes, hair a mess, sweat glistening on his skin—makes it look like he’s just finished. It’s just the effect you have on him.

Yet again, it didn’t seem to cure your heat-like state. If anything, it worsened it. 

With James at practice and Remus in another class–Sirius was left. You found him in the library. A smirk graced his lips when he noticed you, setting his book down beside him. Getting him on board was easy. Just a whisper in his ear and a little hand weaving in his black hair was enough. He pushed you back against the bed, taking off his top before crawling on top. 

The way you were grinding your hips in tandem, heavy moans mixing together–it sent a dizzying swirl through your mind. His lips drag down your throat as he works your uniform open, showing your bare self to him. 

“Slut,” he comments when he sees how blissed out you look, his hand between your shiny thighs. “So sensitive and I’ve not done anything yet.”

You nod, another choked gasp escapes you when his thumb presses against your clit–another pushing in. He holds back a moan when he feels how tight you grip him, how warm you are. He moves his fingers in and out fast, turned on by your expressions and the dirty sounds coming from where his fingers and your cunt intertwine. 

“Siri, Sirius please,” you beg, nails digging into the back of his neck. “Please!”

He moves fast, removing the rest of your clothing with a smirk on his face. Flipping you onto your stomach, he pulls your hips back to meet where he stands at the edge of the bed. When more than a minute slides by, the impatient whine you let out is pathetic. Sirius laughs breathlessly, patting your ass that’s saying back and forth as to entice him, “shh, I know. Give me a second, love.” 

Your eyes flutter shut when he does begin to push in, each inch pulling you further and further into this floaty, desperate headspace. Your hands grip the bed sheets, trying to stabilize yourself when he begins to set a pace. Each time he pushes back in, it pulls another whimper from your lips. You repeat his name, random pleas until it all becomes incoherent babbles–just desperate in making sure he doesn’t stop. That’s how you came the second time that day, squeezing around his length and bringing him to his orgasm as well. 

He pulls himself out and you protest, reaching a hand back to pull him back. He grins, “so damn needy. You can’t have that, but you can have my fingers.”

It’s enough for the time being, up until the other two guys return–walking in on you under Sirius in the sheets. His fingers pumping in and out of you, pulling such heavenly sounds from you. Remus shuts the door behind him quickly, not wishing to share such a view with anyone else who might walk by any second. 

James walks to the bed first, sitting down and watching the entire moment. How tight you’re gripping the sheets, how focused you look, the way you are circling your hips around his fingers. Sirius grins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “need more, mm?”

Seeing how you nod, he continues, “I believe James and Remus wanna help you, okay gorgeous? I’m gonna take my fingers out.”

He knew you would, but he still grinned all the more when you whined in protest. 

Three more times you came. Five in total that day. Once on Remus, couldn't help yourself with how you sat on top of him–slamming your hips down on his length. Another with James. Again, how couldn’t you help yourself when he fucked you so good, so deep–body hovering over yours. The last time was from a moment of full stimulation. Siri pushed between your lips, Remus and James sharing your cunt. They had pushed you not to come, playfully trying to see if you could hold out. It was so incredibly difficult, but somehow you pushed through. The last time you came was when you were gripping Remus’ length again, moaning around Sirius. 

You looked wrecked. Your eyes are glossy and far-off, a thin layer of sweat around your body–glistening. 

Remus hums, thumb rubbing your hip, “lovely, we can stop, you–”

You pull off of Sirius, eyes slightly wide, “no!”

It was going to be a long night.

[hoaxriot]

annual christmas parties… and punches! ✸ regulus black

summary. you bring regulus to your familes christmas party. hugs are given. songs are sung. punches are thrown. kisses are shared.

pairings. regulus black x potter!reader

Regulus Black knew of parties, of course, his family had thrown a lot of them but this was different. The boy sat in the living room watching you as you stood in the hallway talking with a family member, everyone was getting along, everyone seemed comfortable. Sirius was even comfortable enough to be snuggled on the couch with Remus as they talked to the Potters family.

Regulus Black had never felt so out of place.

You noticed when you looked over your aunts shoulder, his fingers gripped onto his drink. Him constantly looking around, Marlene had left him apparently. You excused yourself from you aunt and made your way back to him.

You smiled as you approached him, “Hi, my love,” Your voice was quiet as you sat beside him. He smiled back, “Hi,” his voice was quiet but sad, causing you to frown. You so badly wanted to reach out and grab his hand but now his brother and Remus were approaching so you brought your hand back to your lap.

“Hey, little brother.”

Regulus head snapped up, he was still getting used to being close with his brother, “We’re going outside to… yeah.” He stopped to say smoke but your family was behind him, Sirius was hinting for him to join so you nudged him before you stood up.

“Bring spray, mom will kill you if you bring that smell in.” You said patting his shoulder as you walked away, Regulus stuttered as Sirius pulled him up. You looked over your shoulder to see that Regulus was giving you pleading eyes.

“Sweetheart, your mom needs help with the food,” your father said as he passed you. You smiled walking to the kitchen. When you entered she was looking out of the small kitchen window, she was smiling causing you to look.

Regulus was laughing with the boys causing you to smile too, “You love him, hm?” Euphemia said from beside you making you snap your head to her, she was looking at you with her knowing look.

“Wh-wh—“ you choked on your words as she tilted her head, “Yeah, I think I do.” You whispered as she cooed bringing you into a hug, you groaned as you fell onto her chest with a smile.

She pulled you away with a smile looking out the window before at her daughter again, “I’m glad because you’re happy but also because you’re showing him true love.” She spoke grabbing your face, you smiled.

“Now c’mon, help me with— oh my god, James!” She cut herself off with a yell causing you to jump, you followed her eyesight out of the window again but James stood in front of Regulus with his fist clenched as Regulus held his face, as everyone inside and outside started at them in shock, Regulus punched James.

That sent you out of shock as you ran outside, pushing James as he stepped towards your boyfriend again. “Stop,” you yelled as Sirius walked past you to his brother. James glared at you pushing your hands off of his chest.

“Merlin, sunny. Him?” His voice was full of disgust as your parents walked out of the house, “James!” Fleamont gritted out as he approached his kids, you stepped back with tears in your eyes. “Whatever it is, you couldn’t have waited until everyone left?” Your father stepped in front of James as your your mother grabbed your arm.

James shook his father’s hands off, “Whatever it is, she is dating him, dad.” Your brother pointed at Regulus, looking back at you. He shook his head in shame making the tears fall.

“Okay, chill out, Prongs.” Sirius stated, James scoffed.

“Chill out? You have no problem with this?”

Euphemia snapped her head to look at Sirius, “do not answer that.” She scolded , Looking at her husband, “Deal with him.” Looking at James, you hated the feeling as you walked into your home and your family staring at you. You heard the yelling outside as your mom brought you into the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell him?” She spoke softly, bringing her chair closer to soothe you.

You breathed out, “I never knew how, I wanted to, I did. But he has no right to act like that towards him.” You said, your mother could feel your emotions flowing through you but mostly anger.

“Sweetie, I know, he does not but please take a deep breath in,” she said waiting for you too, once you did she smiled. “Now out.”

The kitchen door opened, “Oh, darling.” You mother cooed, you looked up seeing Regulus with Sirius standing beside him, Remus stood awkwardly behind them. Euphemia left your side to care for Regulus who avoided eye contact with you, you watched his every movement as Remus took your mother’s seat. You flinched when Regulus would wince, Remus grabbed onto your hand.

The door opened once again but you didn’t look, “sweetheart,” you fathers voice caught everyone attention. “Go talk to your brother.” He said, you gave him a look.

He gave you a look, everyone in the kitchen knew you and your father could talk through looks for hours, Sirius was freaked for the first time when he witnessed it.

He cleared his throat, “enough with that, sunny. Go.” His voice was stern, you rolled your eyes but stood up. Fleamont smiled as you walked passed him, he made sure to listen for the back door before he sat down.

You shut the door behind you looking at your brothers back, he knew it was you, he always did but this time he didn’t turn around.

“I really don’t wanna talk to you,” he said without looking at you, you bit your lip.

“Jamie, I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t mean anything, please just go.”

Your eyes filled with tears, he had never once told you to go. Yeah, you two had fought— sometimes literally, never had he been like this and it made you feel horrible. You opened the door, one of your cousins called your name, you put on your best smile as you approached them, luckily no one asked about what happened for the rest of the day. You were grateful but now as everyone left, you looked for Regulus and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Mom, have you seen Regulus?” You asked as she sat beside you, she shook her head. You frowned looking at James who was back to smiling and laughing with his friends. You mother watched, she hated when her kids argued but this was the worst she’s ever seen it and she’s seen a lot.

You and your mother watched as Sirius and James did horrible karaoke to Christmas songs, you grimaced as they made everyone join. You snuck out of the room as they began to sing, horribly at that. Seeing Regulus through the windows, sitting outside in a small jacket as he watched the snow.

He looked up as you opened the door with a shiver, you said nothing as you sat beside him. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur afraid if you spoke louder you would start to cry again. Regulus looked at you but regretted it when he met your teary eyes. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered. You smiled softly, “kind of is.”

He laughed under his breath, “Kind of is, but also mine.”

You laughed, “you’re not mad at me, are you?” You dared to ask, he looked at you again with a shocked look. “Why would I be mad at you? Your brother punched me.” He smiled but you frowned, he brought his hand to your face, it was freezing but you didn’t say anything.

“My love, I’m not mad at you. I’m hurt… I’m hurt because your brother doesn’t approve of us and I was terrified that if he didn’t that you would leave me.” He confessed blinking hardly, you stared at him.

“Love, I would never— is there something in your eye?” You asked looking at him oddly, he rubbed his eyes harshly. “Something like that.” He mumbled, you moved his hands from his face.

“Are you crying?”

Regulus let out a scoff wiping his face, “wha- no! I think snow fell in my eye.” He sputtered out, you laughed.

“You’re crying! Holy shit. You’re crying at the thought of me leaving you.” You wanted to laugh and cry at the thought of, Regulus tried to deny but ended up letting his head fall onto your chest as you wrapped your arms around him. “Yeah, I am.” He admitted though it came out muffled, you smiled kissing his hair.

The two of you sat with each other for a while until he said something, “Love, I can’t hear you.” You spoke as he brought his head up.

“I’m freezing, your skin is cold.”

You laughed as he sat up, “I’m cold because it’s snowing out and my freezing boyfriend is laying on me.” You said grabbing his hand to pull him up. He intertwined your fingers after he stood up, the two of you walked into the house hearing laughter upstairs.

Your parents saw the two of you, “Sweetheart,” You looked at your mother who jerked her head. “Go upstairs and warm up, I’ll be there in a second.” You said pecking Regulus’ lips letting go of his hands as you approached your parents. They both said nothing as they looked over your shoulder.

“What?” You laughed looking over your shoulder, your laughter faded away seeing James sulking on the couch. He had a drink in his hand but just stared at it, you bit the inside of your cheek. Turning around your parents looked at you, without saying anything they told you to talk him, again.

You turned around, James looked at you but quickly turned back— he actually turned his body away from you making you laugh as you sat beside him.

“Jamie, seriously I’m sorry but that’s unnecessary.” You said as he scoffed.

“It’s totally unnecessary when my sister has lied to me for months.”

You laughed again, “I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you—“

“So all those times I asked where you were and you said somewhere, you were there and not with him?”

You were quiet, you could tell James was actually upset and just covering it up with being dramatic like he always did.

“James, please just look at me.”

“I really don’t want to, you make me sick.”

“Fucking hell, James I swear just look at me and talk to me, I’m sorry! It hurt me to not tell you but look at how you reacted! I was terrified of that, I was terrified of how you looked at me today because I never want to lose you.” You cried causing James to turn around, his eyes filled with tears seeing his sister cry, it always happened.

“You’re never gonna lose me, sunny. I’m just hurt you couldn’t tell me.” He sighed, you frowned.

“It’s not all about me, Jamie. I love him,” you glared at your brother as he rolled his eyes. “I do, Jamie. Please, I’m not gonna do this with you.” You said with a sigh, sniffling James looked at your pleading eyes.

James Potter hated seeing his sister cry, every time you did he made her tell him why and if someone had made her cry. He would prank them for years or even punch them because they broke up with her, just anything he could do to because they made you cry.

Now he was them, he watched as tears continued to fall down your red cheeks. His heart broke thinking of you thinking you would lose him.

“Sunny,” he whispered wiping your falling tears, bringing you into a hug, you sighed softly.

“You’re not gonna lose me, sunny, never.” He said into your hair, you pulled away.

“Okay,” you nodded.” “But that’s not it.”

James licked his lips, “I know, I’m sorry for doing that and saying the things I did to him.”

“I don’t need that apology.” You said as he looked away, “James, you don’t have to love him but just- just please tolerate him.”

“Fine.”

You smiled kissing his cheek as you walked away, walking into your room seeing Regulus tucked underneath a pile of your blankets causing you to laugh. He peeked from them, he smiled as he pushed them to the side as you laid on top of him then bringing them to lay on top of the two of you.

Without a word, Regulus captured your lips onto his. You smiled into the kiss bringing your hands to his hair as his fell onto your hips, “I love you,” he muttered into the kiss.