hi! if it’s okay, could i please request remus comforting reader after she gets into a huge argument w her dad (maybe he’s kind of a dick)?? completely fine if not!
your work is amazing by the way, have a lovely day!! xx
this is not self indulgent at all :) cw: arguments[mentioned] , strained parent child relationships
“he just doesn’t get it but not because he doesn’t understand. no he understands, he just does care because it’s not what he wants me to do.”
your tears are streaming down your face that’s smushed into remus’ chest.
you and your dad have a rough relationship. it’s not really great or good, but it’s sort of a relationship?
you still don’t know and you’ve been his child for near on two decades.
remus knows what it’s like, he’s met the guy and he hates when you have to see him because you always end up in tears in his arms.
remus doesn’t mind of course- being the one to comfort you- he just hates that no matter what your dad always seems to get under your skin like this.
“i know dove,” he rubs at your back and kisses your forehead but he knows he’s going to have to help you feel better for a good few days after this.
the crying does help though.
“i’m sorry he always tries to tell you what to do and it’s annoying and hurtful because he does it in insulting ways,” you sniffle and he feels the tears soaking his shirt slow. “no parent should make you feel that way.”
you nod and yawn and remus stops rubbing your back to pull you sideways in his lap.
“how about we watch a christmas film, hm?”
it’s the beginning of june but you look so heartbroken remus figures that ‘christmas in june’ is the least he can do.
your eyes shine a little and remus knows he’s on the right path.
“we can put on ‘the santa clause’ and we can bake that swirl cookie you like.”
tears fall down your face again as you ask, “can we really?”
remus’ heart cracks a little at how small you sound.
“yeah bunny, we really can,” he smears a kiss to your sticky forehead and brushes away your tears. “we can even wear our christmas pyjamas too.”
arguments with your dad are always the worst thing ever to experience, but at least you have remus and his unyielding love for you.
hii!! could you do some "dating richard cameron & being charlie's childhood friend" hc? I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT!! <3 maybe something where the reader's really outgoing & likes cameron & actually flirts with him but he thinks it's a joke bc she's besties with charlie. thanks in advance :))
dating richard and being charlie’s childhood friend
notes: okay i am SO sorry that i left you waiting this long! i haven’t been active on this account for months, i’m so sorry! also i first wrote this as richard x charlie’s sister!reader and had to edit it when i realised it wasn’t what you were after so i apologise if it’s a bit messy!
warnings: overprotective charlie, annoying charlie
- your parents were friends with charlie’s parents at school, so it was no surprise that when they found out they were both having children months apart, they were going to make sure they were friends
- you had always been close, so it’s no surprise that you were friendly with his friends too - even if you didn’t see them as much as you saw him
- you were closest to neil - they were best friends, after all (and he’s the friendliest)
- you first saw richard at a christmas ball that involved both welton and henley hall
- you saw charlie causing trouble and annoying everyone with his group; all but one of them
- immediately, you were infatuated by this boy, and went over to talk to him
- he was very shy (but it was obvious to everyone that he thought you were beautiful)
- when you left, charlie nearly slapped him
- “my friends are off limits, you creep!”
- due to charlie’s overprotectiveness (and his dislike for richard), you had to keep your relationship a secret for a while
- there was a lot of sneaking around
- richard, being a perfect gentleman, didn’t like this at first. he wanted to treat you right
- but then he remembered the anger in charlie’s eyes during the ball and knew that you couldn’t go public
- it all went perfectly for a few months, until charlie walked in on richard reading a suspicious letter
- the handwriting and perfume that was sprayed on the letter were all too familiar
- when he snatched the letter from richard’s hand and read it, he was totally enraged
- pitts and knox had to hold him back
- he was very very angry at you for not telling him - he felt betrayed
- but he quickly forgave you once you filled him in on all the details he’d missed
- it took him a while to forgive richard, but once he saw how well he treated you, he knew you were in safe hands
- charlie’s parents were practically yours too, so once you told your parents, you had to tell his too
- all four of them were thrilled!
- they loved richard as charlie’s friend already - this was perfect for them!
- mortifying for richard - his first time meeting your parents was also his first time properly meeting charlie’s parents
- of course, was very nervous to meet them
- they’d invited him over for a family dinner, but he got along with them spectacularly
- the only thing he had to worry about was charlie being annoying and teasing the two of you
- you nearly threw a fork at him when he started making kissing noises
- although it took him a while to come round, charlie knows that richard loves you and that you’re happy with him
notes: inspired by everyone under the dealer!remus hashtag, i love everything there 🫶🏻🫶🏻
warnings: dealer!remus, reader is high (weed), slightly anxious!reader, pet names (love, baby), fluffy
the knock on the door made you jump. blinking slowly, you got up off of the sofa and made your way towards the door. you felt as though you were walking through cobwebs. a pleasant surprise - remus was at the door.
“hi, rem.” you said softly, wrapping your lazy arms around his torso before you could let him in the door.
“hi, baby. you alright?” he pulled away, holding you by the shoulders so he could get a good look at you. you didn’t look upset. in fact, he knew all too well what your heavy lidded eyes meant.
“‘m a bit high.” you confessed, playing with your jumper.
“i can see that.” he paused, waiting for you to speak, but you didn’t. “want to let me in?”
you nodded, stepping aside so that he could walk in and close the door behind him. wordlessly, he took your hand and led you to the sofa, plopping down with a sigh. immediately, you crawled into his lap, curling up with your head on his shoulder.
“‘m sorry.” you mumbled, playing with his fingers gently.
“why are you sorry?” he moved his head to look down at you.
“took your weed without asking.”
“i left some here for you, remember?” he was referring to the time he came over last week, and left some weed for you. “i just need you to tell me if you have some. but i’m not mad at you, love.”
“sorry.”
“it’s okay, love. i promise.” he craned his neck downwards so that he could kiss your forehead gently. his baby always worried too much.
Hii! Can i request some Dating Headcanons with Neil Perry? Maybe some that reader is latina? If you don’t how to do it, it’s fine! Thank youuu🫶🏼🫶🏼 hope you are having a great day!
dating neil perry
warnings: none!
note: i didn’t make the reader explicitly latina, purely because as a white person i don’t think i’d be able to capture writing from another race’s pov accurately, and it would feel wrong to impersonate another race like that. i’m sure there are plenty of other latina writers that would love to do your request justice, though! also this is kind of all over the place, i’m sorry 😭
- okay we all know that neil is fairly confident, but when it comes to you??
- he gets so shy
- like. blushing and awkward laughing around you level shy.
- he stays up at night trying to figure out how to ask you out
- the poets have tried multiple times to help him out, but he’s hopeless - which none of them really expected in truth
- they all seem to turn into kids again, physically pushing him towards you whenever they see you, or teasing you just enough so that your interest is piqued, but not enough so that you know that neil has a crush on you
- even mr keating had noticed that neil was distracted, and accurately put it down to teenage romance
- when he finally does ask you out, it’s only because he talked it out so much with charlie
- of course, he’s a gentleman, but he also doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it in case he gets rejected
- so, at a dinner party one evening, he manages to get you alone, and asks if you’d let him take you to a restaurant that weekend
- of course you say yes
- because why wouldn’t you
- since then, going to restaurants has been a bi-weekly thing for the both of you
- despite your best efforts, he ALWAYS pays
- he loves to see you all dressed up
- and the vision of him in a suit isn’t exactly something you complain about either
- after dating for a few weeks, you finally pluck up the courage to attend one of the society’s meetings
- you were nervous at first, worried that you weren’t as well read as the boys were
- neil reassured you that you were definitely intelligent enough to be there - “not that intelligence matters all that much, we’ve got charlie”
- you often write poetry for each other, and you keep all of the ones you’d been given in a drawer in your bedroom
- he has to be a little more discreet, so keeps all of the ones you’d given him in an envelope in his wardrobe
- he reads at least one every night
- todd is beyond tired of hearing about you
- this poor boy had to listen to neil ramble about you for months before he even had the courage to ask you out
- but now that you’re officially dating? neil never shuts up about you
- neil’s love language is quality time, so he’s always trying to find excuses to be with you
- definitely clingy - when one of you has to leave the other, he gets genuinely sad
- even if you’re going to see each other the next day
- also LOVES to see you in his clothes
- especially his jumpers
- he loves how they fit you, and how it’s a subtle signal that you’re his
- he doesn’t get jealous super easily, but he absolutely hates people staring at you
- even if you don’t mind, he’ll always wrap an arm around you or hold your hand to show them that you’re very much not single
- there have been occasions where he’s interrupted conversations being slightly more affectionate than usual - a clear sign that he’s jealous or insecure and will need reassuring later
- which ofc, you’re more than happy to do
- he always makes it look casual tho - he’s never dramatic or passive-aggressive about it
- neil is actually very insecure and needs a lot of reassurance - something that surprised you at first due to his joyful personality
- he’s also an amazing listener
- he’ll always let you vent to him, no matter what it’s about
- he’s sympathetic about everything you tell him, but especially if you don’t get along with your parents
- he knows how badly it can hurt, and he hates that you have to go through that
- on the other hand tho, he never loves you more than when you’re rambling on about something you’re interested in
- he loves how excited you get, how your eyes seem to light up
- even if he has no interest in the topic, he adores listening to you talk about it
- to conclude, neil is the best boyfriend ever and i love him so much xoxoxo
reader is suicidal. remus just wants to listen. [1.6k]
requested here
warnings: reader is suicidal, suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader
You woke up gasping for air, throwing yourself into a sitting position.
That dream again.
You struggled to remember the details. Every night the same, you’d wake up with the smell of salt in your nose and the sensation of crushing weight on all sides. You fought to recall what you dreamt, what could’ve possibly caused such a visceral feeling of unease, but it was like chasing the tide.
The only sound in your room was the beating of your own heart and the thrum of your desktop fan, whirring weakly in a losing battle against the stuffiness of your room. Pressing your hand to your clammy forehead, you let yourself fall back into the damp sheets beneath you with a long suffering moan. Your alarm clock told you it was much too early to be awake. Unfortunately, you knew from experience you wouldn’t find sleep again today.
You traced the cracked ceiling with aching eyes, feeling the weight of your fatigue deep in every pore. You imagined yourself much like the alabaster ceiling, a girl - fragmented. Slowly, the fissures in your ceiling, which had started very small, almost unnoticeable, had widened, had crawled, and now filled even the peripherals of your vision.
Like a pane of shattered glass.
You crinkled your eyes shut tightly and groaned. Every night you traversed this slippery slope. It always began with the dark presence of your dream, quickly moved to the bisected ceiling, and finally moved to the self delusion, the idea that you were somehow a mirror of your surroundings. You huffed a breath through your nose and tried to picture what Remus would say if you told him this idea.
You’re you, dove. You’re a person, and you’re real, and the ceiling really doesn’t matter.
Remus never took anything beyond the surface level, and it was something you loved about him.
But Remus, you’d say, don’t you get it? It’s cracked because it’s my ceiling.
And he’d pet your head so softly and say, No. it’s just cracked.
The idea that your surroundings were a mirror plagued you deeply and perturbed your boyfriend only slightly. And now the damp sheets around you, what did they mean?
You struggled from the clawed hands of your mattress and into the dimly lit kitchen, squinting at the street light outside through the open window blinds. It’s yellow light aged your hands, and when you poured yourself a glass of water you didn’t recognise them. You set the glass which was swathed in condensation aside on your hard wood table and frowned at the rivulets that fell and soaked into the grain. You could hear Remus’ voice in your head. Use a coaster.
Tables are for dishes, Remus.
Right, but if you take care of something, it’ll last longer.
You made to pick the glass up and find something to lay underneath it when it fell from your grasp, bounced on the wood and sprayed frigid water across the length of mahogany and down your front. You blinked a droplet from your eyelashes and listened to the water pitter to the floor, counted the sound until the time between each was so long you thought the river had finally run dry. No such luck.
The cold on your face reminded you of your dream. If only you could remember what it had been about.
You had the sudden and all-encompassing realisation of worthlessness. You couldn’t even get yourself a drink of water without messing it up. You didn’t take care of your things. You didn’t take care of yourself. It was so early and you were so tired and now you were mildly damp and moderately distressed. How childish the pipeline seemed, a small inconvenience felt like catastrophe these days, each incremental weight added to the scales proving to tip you further and further downward.
You wondered after the bleach in your kitchen cupboard. How much bleach would you need to drink to die? And the knives in the knife block, were they sharp enough to do any real damage? And what about your medicine cabinet, was anything in there potent enough to end your life?
Remus’ belt was still in your bedroom.
You sighed very heavily and put your face down against the wood, letting the puddle soak into your hair and your skin. What silly fantasies to have, you thought. And still your hands itched.
If Remus could see the state you were in he’d be terribly upset, you thought. If you did anything worse, he’d be furious. You wallowed for a few minutes more and then gathered your bravery to take the telephone from its hook and dial his number. When he didn’t answer you tried a second time.
“Yeah?” his voice said, familiar even through the line, edged in sleep.
“Remus,” you said. You paused to wet your lips.
“Doll? What time is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
There was a small silence. “Bad dream?”
“Can I come over?” you asked in ways of answering.
“Course you can. Do you want me to come and get you?”
You breathed a sigh of relief and let your head rest against the wall. “No, that’s okay. I’m sorry to wake you up.”
“I’m not. I missed your voice.”
You glanced over your shoulder at the spilled drink and smiled for the first time in a while. “I missed yours.”
“Get over here.”
“Right. See you in a few.”
“I’ll unlock the door.”
“Okay,” you said, word warped with fondness and the inklings of oncoming tears.
What he heard he didn’t like. “Are you sure I can’t come and get you?”
“I’ll be fine. There before you know it.”
“…Alright. Come quick, sweetheart.”
The walk to his flat was peaceful and cold. You let yourself in through the building's creaky front door, permanently broken to be unlocked, and stepped up flights of plain stairs to his front door.
It was open like he’d promised. You entered as quietly as you could and toed your shoes off, throwing your coat over the back of his sofa as you walked through and found him half sleeping in bed. He perked up at the sight of you standing in his doorway, moving the quilt so you could wiggle in close to his side.
His arm came around your side, his lips graced the skin of your forehead.
“You’re freezing!” he exclaimed in a whisper.
You laughed under your breath and whispered back, “It’s cold out!”
“Should’ve let me pick you up.”
“And have you drive like this? You can barely speak.”
“Cold would’ve woke me up.”
“Yeah?” you asked, spitefully pressing the backs of your cold hands into his side. He flinched away from you and grumbled his indignation before taking his revenge, pinching at your sides until you were laughing, squirming away from his ticklish endeavours.
Your laughs slowly turned gasping, falling away until you were crying dribbling tears down the sides of your face. Remus’ own giggles turned to gentle shushing sounds, like shifting silt on the riverbank.
“You’re okay,” he said quietly, words half-smothered where his mouth rested at your temple, arm wrapped fiercely around the back of your shoulders so you were held closely to his chest.
“Sorry. I can’t remember why I’m crying,” you told him.
“No?”
You shook your head.
“Don’t be sorry for crying. It’s good for you.”
You cried against his soft sleep shirt for a while, hands digging into his skin. If he minded he didn’t say.
“Have you… been having those thoughts again?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you admitted, nose buried in his side.
He squeezed you from his side and up onto his chest, hugging you. “Thanks for calling me. My brave girl.”
“I’m a coward.”
“I’m not sure why you’d think so,” he said.
Remus liked to do this thing when he knew you were hurting, in the way he held you close. His hands were firm, like he was squeezing all the pain from you in waves. It almost worked.
“You’re so pretty. Oh, pretty girl,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re so kind. You know that?”
“Remus, you don’t have to.”
“I do. Let me, okay? You’re my favourite girl. You’re my favourite person on this whole planet. All I want is for you to see yourself like I do, see how lovely you are.”
"I don't feel very lovely," you said.
He slowly began to shift you from side to side, like a waltz with no music. "You are, I swear on my life.
"Inside and out. I'd miss you so much, I know it's selfish of me to say it. I'd miss you like I'd miss my hands, should they miraculously fall off," he said, good humour colouring the second half. You laughed if only because he wanted you to.
"I'd miss you like the earth misses the moon, I should think. Like a part of me had been stricken from my body, thrown somewhere I couldn't reach."
It was kind. It was cruel, in a way, because although you loved him and felt the weight of his words, your hands still itched for the heavy handle of a kitchen knife. You tightened your hands around him and sighed in pain.
"I'm so sorry," you told him. A confessional.
"I know," he kissed your forehead, "I don't want you to be."
"I'm sorry."
"You want to tell me why?"
You couldn't describe it if you wanted to. He nodded.
Hello!! I was wondering if I could get a Sirius x Reader x Remus where they’re both going rough on the reader and she uses the safe word because they’re going too rough to the point that it hurts? You decide how they react ☺️
hi babe! Thanks for your request, I hope you enjoy!
a/n: we’re gonna pretend the dorms had their own bathrooms.
At first, the pain mingles with the pleasure in that familiar, euphoric sensation that you crave.
“Take our cocks, puppy, that’s it.” Sirius growls, arms wrapped around your middle and holding your balmy form to his, your breasts pressed against his chest as he drives into your pussy. Remus is moving forward slowly, entering your ass and providing that delicious stretch as he pushes himself inside you, a thin wall of flesh separating his cock from Sirius’s.
It feels good at first, but as Remus pushes in Sirius grows impatient, and he reaches out to grip the boy’s hips, yanking him forward and sheathing him inside you in one foul swoop. You cry out at the red hot pain searing in your ass, hands grappling at Sirius’s shoulders desperately, eyes screwed shut tight.
“That’s better- fuck, don’t waste our fucking time, Moony.” Sirius grits out, relishing in the tight, clenching walls of your cunt around him.
“Fucking hell, Sirius, ‘m not trying to tear the poor thing in half.” Remus quips, voice tight with pleasure. You’re breathless- panting as you try to adjust to the intrusion, desperate to be good for the two boys. You’re getting there, the pain is dissipating and your breathing slowing, your panicked mind calming as the boys sit motionless within you.
Then Sirius moves- a deep, quick snap of his hips that, while hurts, would be almost bearable were it not followed by the same motion from Remus. Remus thrusts his cock once and unendurable pain shoots through you, knocking the air from your lungs as you dig your nails into Sirius’s shoulders hard. You need this to stop, but you can hardly suck in a breath, let alone speak.
“Fuck, puppy, ease up your grip-“
“Red-“ you choke out as soon as you have the air necessary to do so, voice broken. “Red, red, red” you repeat the words like a mantra, eyes squeezed shut as you hold onto Sirius tight.
You feel hands on your hips, hear Remus cooing “shh, gonna pull out, nice and slow.” You hiss as his cock slides out from you, Sirius’s following soon after. “Fuck bunny, ‘m so sorry” Remus murmurs in response to the pained sound, large hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you. You’re sobbing softly into Sirius, slightly fuzzy mind reeling from the pain and swimming with thoughts that you’ve disappointed them, failed them, that you weren’t good for them.
“Puppy, hey, what’s the matter? Where does it hurt, y/n, where does it hurt?” Sirius asks, the words coming out in a desperate rush, anxious to know what the problem is. His hand rubs soothing circles between your shoulder blades, chest moving unsteadily beneath you as his breathing fluctuates with his growing nerves. All you can do is shake your head, too choked up to form a verbal response.
“Bunny, hey, you’ve gotta talk to us. Talk to me, my love.” Remus murmurs, moving around from the foot of the bed to its side so he can bend down for a better look at your visage.
When his freckled face comes into view, brows furrowed with concern, his image blurred by the tears welled in your eyes, you whimper out a weak “Remmy”, letting go of Sirius in favor of holding your arms out to the taller boy.
“Hi, baby” Remus coos as he hooks his hands under your armpits, pulling you up and gathering you in his arms against his firm chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as you sob, fingers curling around his sides weakly, finding some solace in his warmth and familiar scent. His large hand splays over your back, rubbing soothingly, and he folds a lanky leg under his bum as he sits on the bed beside Sirius, who is now sitting up against the headboard.
Remus rocks slightly as he holds you, anxiety growing within both boys as they remain unaware of what ails you, trying to calm you enough to explain it to them.
“Puppy, please, what’s wrong? What happened?” Sirius quickly tries again. He leans into Remus’s side, craning his neck to try to sneak a peek at your visage, which is still burrowed in Remus’s shoulder.
“H-hurt” is all you can manage to stutter out, words choked as you cry, feeling overwhelmed by emotions in your delicate headspace.
“Does it still hurt, doll? Does it still hurt, or are ya just scared?” Remus murmurs, desperate to get as many details as he can so he can help you as much as possible.
“Scared- ‘m sorry, tried to be good, it just hurt so bad and I couldn’t- I had to- ‘m sorry” the words come out in an agitated rush with how desperate you are to express your guilt to your two doms. Both boys’ hearts quite nearly shatter at the utterance of the apology, the thought that you have any reason to apologize never having so much as fleetingly crossed their minds.
“Puppy, no, don’t apologize” Sirius insists, bringing slender fingers up to card comfortingly through your hair. “We aren’t upset with you- merlin, of course we aren’t.” Had your mind been clearer, less shrouded by a submissive haze, the remorse in his voice would have been painfully obvious.
“Siri’s right, bunny, you were so good for us. You should always use your safe word- good girls tell us when they’re uncomfortable, hm? They tell us when they want to stop.” Remus adds, hand never halting in its circular path along the expanse of your back. His words bring you great comfort- the assurance that you were good doing far more for your foggy mind than anything else the boy could have offered.
Your sobs settle somewhat, fizzle out into pathetic, hiccuping gasps as you choke out “I-I was good? Even though I-I stopped before I made you cum?”, finally retreating from your hiding spot in Remus’s clavicle to blink tearily up at the boy. He nods down at you, smiling as reassuringly as he can despite his internal guilt and worry.
“‘Course you were, my love. Always are. Can you tell us what hurt now, baby? So we can help you?” Remus prompts, bringing one hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair that had found itself stuck to your wet, salty cheek behind your ear.
“My butt, Rem, it was too tight, ‘n you moved too fast. It burned so bad.” You whimper out, and though you don’t have any intention of placing blame with the words, Remus’s heart catches in his throat as you say them. Sirius’s does too, however, as he was the one to pull Remus forwards, not allowing the boy to take his time as he’d clearly tried to do. Both boys’ chests are tight with guilt as they process that not only are you hurting, but you’re hurting because of them.
“I’m so sorry baby” both boys blurt out at once, the words dripping with deep regret. Your brows furrow instantly- why are they sorry? To you, it was quite clearly an accident, as you know neither boy would ever hurt you intentionally. And it’s not like they even hurt you severely.
“It’s okay, I’m okay” you murmur bravely, genuinely, fingers playing idly with the hair at the nape of Remus’s neck. “It was an accident, ‘n I’m feeling better.” Despite this, Remus looks at Sirius, giving the boy a soft direction.
“Can you check for tearing, Pads? Just to be sure?” Remus murmurs, to which the long haired boy nods. Sirius leans over from where he sits beside the pair of you to better view the afflicted area, hands coming out to grasp your cheeks and pull them apart gently. You jolt at the touch, whimpering as you push your face back into the safe spot between Remus’s neck and shoulder. The boy tightens his hold on you, shushing you softly and pressing a kiss to your temple. “S’alright, bunny, he’s not gonna touch. He’s just gonna look.” Remus assures, fingers trailing up and down your spine gently.
You whimper again but make no further complaints, trusting both boys wholeheartedly. After a careful inspection Sirius reports “she’s fine, no tearing.”, much to the relief of everyone present.
“Good.” Remus says before he heaves a heavy sigh, trying to get a hold of his roiling emotions so he can take lead of the situation- as he’s so often relied on to do- and get everyone settled and feeling safe enough for some much needed rest.
“Alright, doll, would you like us to use a charm or clean ya up the old fashioned way?” The freckled boy inquires, pulling his head back to gaze down upon your face.
“Charm, please. ‘M so sleepy.” You murmur easily, finding no issue in coming to a decision. Remus nods and Sirius is moving as soon as you say the words, grabbing his wand from the bedside table and murmuring a quick charm to clean your moisture from between your legs.
“Okay, bunny. Pads is gonna take you to the bathroom while I get our beds all ready for us, okay? Ya just have to go potty, then we can all get snuggled up to go to sleep.” Remus instructs, throwing long legs over the side of the bed and standing with you before setting you on your feet.
You pout at the words but nod regardless of your distaste, taking Sirius’s outstretched hand as he offers it and trudging after him into the dorm bathroom.
It’s no easy feat, but soon Sirius has coaxed you into going to the bathroom and washing your hands and is leading you right back into the dorm. Remus is there, waiting for you both, in his bed. The covers of both his and Sirius’s are pushed back, Peter and James’s vacant as your boyfriends had somehow managed to convince them both to spend the night in the common room.
“Who d’ya wanna sleep with, poppet?” Remus muses once you’re back within his view, smiling slightly as he watches you sleepily fist at your eye.
“Dunno, can’t pick.... can’t we all fit? I can just go on top. Like a pile.” You suggest. Remus opens his mouth to argue, to point out how bloody uncomfortable three people- two of whom are over six feet tall- squeezed into one twin bed would be, but as he takes in your wide, pleading eyes and extended lower lip, he can’t find it in him to form such an argument. Either way, Sirius beats him to the punch.
“Course we can, pretty girl. Come on.” Sirius leads you over to Remus’s bed, muttering a “scooch over, you oaf” as he approaches before laying down beside the taller boy. Then he holds out an arm, inviting you to climb right in on top, which you don’t hesitate to do, grinning triumphantly.
After some wiggling the three of you manage to get almost comfortable, but what the arrangement lacks in physical comfort it more than makes up for emotionally, as being pressed so close to both boys brings you more relief than anything else could.
“Good night, bunny.” Remus murmurs after pulling up the covers and getting the three of you thoroughly tucked in. His voice is a deep, soothing rumble that immediately relaxes you, coaxing you towards sleep.
“Night, pup.” Sirius echoes, hand managing to burrow its way between the three bodies squished together and come to rest on your breast, the warmth of his palm cupping your flesh adding to your solace.
“Good night, Siri. Night, Rem. Love you.” You murmur. After receiving synchronized “love you too”s in return, you let your heavy lids flutter shut, and your breathing evens out as you fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped up in your boys.
hello! can i request some hurt/comfort for poly!marauders pleasee🫶🏻
i don’t really have anything specific in mind,, just want some hurt/comfort crumbss🥹🤲🏻
sure, hope you enjoy!! as always, please leave a request if there’s anything else you’d like to see <3
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You woke up twisted in your bedding, suffocating in a thin sheet of sweat that made your pyjamas stick to your skin. Another nightmare, brought on by stress over exams- you supposed you were lucky that this one hadn’t made you cry, which might’ve woken any of the boys sleeping in a semi-circle around the dorm.
Sirius was closest, on the same bed and within touching distance. You could’ve reached out and touched his cheek, felt the reality of his soft skin under your fingers, but you reminded yourself that he’d been up late last night. It wouldn’t do to bother him with something as silly as a nightmare.
Still, the fear rippled through your head, every dark shadow in the room seeming to contain more of the terror you could’ve sworn was real only thirty seconds ago. You sat up as carefully as you could, so as not to wake anyone, and swung your overheated legs out from under the covers.
You’d memorised the creaks of each floorboard in the room, the places that Remus’ hearing might pick up your footsteps. You stepped on discarded shirts and robes to muffle the sounds until you’d reached the bathroom, staring resolutely at the tiled floor so as to avoid the mirror. A splash of ice-cold water raised goosebumps on your arms, but it helped with the overall claminess. You stared at your hands, focusing on their solidity. You were okay, and you knew that. Even with the increasing severity of the nightmares, sometimes so bad that it took half an hour to stop yourself jumping at every sound, to stop seeing things in the mirror or the windows. You cast silencing spells on yourself once the others were asleep, and you weren’t sure when you’d last gotten more than five hours of sleep, but you were sure that once summer rolled around things would improve. It was only a couple more weeks.
You froze as someone rolled over, murmuring in his sleep. Something felt humiliating about waking up over a nightmare, and if it was something that’d happened before… you couldn’t stand the thought of being seen as childish or irritating.
You crawled back into bed. Sirius stretched out a hand to touch you.
“Where’d you go?”
You sighed. “Just thirsty.” It didn’t take long for his breathing to even out again, and you were so exhausted yourself that you followed quickly behind.
This time, you woke up more violently, suppressing a short shriek and sitting up abruptly. You forced yourself more quickly from the blankets, now, blinking awake and pressing your fingernails into your palms as you headed for the bathroom. Your eyes hurt, like you’d been crying for a while, and a quick glance at James’ watch on the edge of the sink told you it was only an hour since you’d gone back to sleep.
“Baby?” You stumbled backwards, a dry sob escaping from your throat.
“Shit.” You’d forgotten the silencing spells.
Remus appeared in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at you concernedly. “You alright?”
“Yes!” You gasped, too quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry to wake you.”
“Don’t apologise.” He leaned against the door. “You’re crying.”
The acknowledgement made it harder to stop. You swallowed, hugging yourself. “I’m sorry.” You repeated. He shook his head. “Please don’t worry about it. Stubbed my toe, that's all.”
He didn’t believe you.
Sirius groaned from inside the dorm. “What’s going on? You two having fun without me?”
That woke James, who was out of bed in seconds and in the door of the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Want a hug?”
You closed your eyes, shaking your head. “That’s nice of you, Jamie. But I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m-“
“Don’t say sorry.” Remus interrupted firmly. He cupped your face, wiping your under-eyes with the pads of his thumbs tenderly. A fresh wave appeared. You felt very, very tired. “Was it a nightmare?”
You twisted out of his hold, walking past them both and towards Sirius’ bed. “Let’s all go back to sleep. I don’t want to make you all tired tomorrow.”
To your dissatisfaction, James turned the lights to the dorm on instead of doing as you’d suggested, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re upset, though. Can’t have that.”
“I’m not!” Your attempt at a smile fell short, its plasticity painfully obvious. Sirius wrapped his strong arms around your middle, drawing you into his lap and kissing your cheek. Their touch was something you craved, most of the time, but you couldn’t stand the thought that it might be out of pity.
“You had another bad dream?”
You stiffened. “What do you mean, ‘another’? I already told Moony that I didn't.”
“Hey, calm down, yeah?” Remus said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I’m calm.” You said, but your heart felt like it had moved to the front of your chest and might at any moment spring through the buttons of your pyjama shirt. “I’m calm.”
“You can’t keep this secret, baby, it’s only going to hurt you more.” James said kindly.
“I’m not hurt- and I don’t have any secrets.” Sirius’ hair brushed the back of your neck, carrying his citrus-y scent with it. You wanted so badly to relax, to not be afraid of falling asleep again.
“Sweetheart, we notice the silencing spells every night, alright?” Unpleasant heat blossomed in your face, your neck. You chewed on your lip. Remus continued. “It’s okay, we aren’t angry. We’re never angry.”
“We only want to help.” Sirius said, and James nodded his agreement.
“You’ve been so tired recently. We’ve wanted to talk about it, you know that.”
You did know it. They’d tried to bring your tiredness up a number of times, conversations you’d always cut off hastily with a wry smile and a joke about hating the revision period. You’d never allowed them to properly ask you- you’d done it on purpose, but they hadn’t brought up the nightmares since the first couple of nights a number of weeks ago. Foolishly, you thought you’d evaded their notice by refusing to sleep in their arms or talking about anything that might be wrong.
“I’m not trying to be difficult, I promise.” You said, with as much apology as you could manage without actually saying the word.
“You’re not difficult, you’re lovely.” James said, as if it were obvious.
“How long have the nightmares been happening?” Remus asked.
“They haven-”
“No more of that, come on.” Sirius jostled you gently. “We’re past it. It’s okay.”
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, and you hid your face in your hands, embarrassed and drained of energy. “You’ll all think I’m childish.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus and James joined you on the bed, the former gently prying one of your hands from your face and tracing circles on your skin with his fingers. “We won’t think that.”
“You can’t promise that. What if I said I’d been having nightmares for a month now? Maybe more- what would you think of that?” You sounded more aggressive than you wanted to, but none of them reacted with anger or irritation. “Nobody complains over nightmares. I’m acting like a baby.”
“I’d think that you must be very worn-out, to have gone through that all by yourself.” Remus said.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” James’ voice wasn’t exasperated, only concerned. You weren’t sure if it was a million times better or worse. Whether it was what you wanted, beyond the want for them all to forget it and go to sleep.
“It feels silly, to wake you all over a nightmare. It’s babyish.”
“Not really,” Sirius said in his usual blunt manner. “We’d rather help than have you feeling this way, puppy.”
“It isn’t silly, we promise.” James said sincerely. “Do you think it would help if someone held you while you slept? We’ve all noticed that you haven’t been wanting us to touch you- it’s fine, obviously, but-”
“That could be nice.” You said, a little overwhelmed with affection for them all. “I haven’t… I don’t want to wake you.”
“Extra time hangin’ out with you? Don’t sweat it, pretty girl, we’d love that.”
You laughed at Sirius’ flirting. “You won’t feel that way if I wake you at three in the morning.”
“That’s how I feel right now, isn’t it?” He supplied. You pressed your lips together, unsure how to respond. He kissed the top of your head.
“If the nightmares are from stress- we think they are, at least- then we’re happy to help.” You opened your mouth to decline, feeling overbearing, but Remus shook his head and continued. “I meant to say, we will help. Not just an offer.”
James yawned, and Sirius gave him a look that made him put up his hands in a don’t-shoot gesture. You smiled fondly. “That’s really sweet, Moony.”
“I try.” He shrugged nonchalantly, accepting your kiss gladly.
“We should all get some sleep, though. I’m so-” You cut yourself off at the warning glances they all sent your way. “Um- thank you, for helping me.”
Remus hummed approvingly, and James and Sirius both kissed you before the former clambered back into his own bed. Sirius lay down, arms still pulling you into him.
“You okay?” He whispered, shutting off the lights. You nodded.
“Yeah. I think telling you all made it better, actually. I hadn’t expected it to.”
“It’s always better to tell us. Don’t go running off if you wake up again, yeah?”
“Yeah, okay.” You agreed after a short pause.
“Good girl. Alright, time to sleep.” He sighed. Eventually, his evened-out breathing made you drift off to sleep as well, and you didn’t wake until the sun had risen and Sirius got out of bed. It was a weekend, and despite his obsession James had decided to cancel quidditch training in favour of relaxing in their dorm with you. Remus brought up breakfast, and Sirius coaxed you into wearing one of his muggle band t-shirts which he said you looked ‘outrageous’ in (you assumed that was a good thing by the kiss he gave you).
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