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LOOKING FOR A SIRIUS FIC!!
it’s x reader and she’s crying bc of a blind cat they saw at the adoption center & sirius is comforting her!
Hi Mae could you maybe please do Remus (or any one of the marauders is fine) where reader kind of just gets emotional (like crying) during or after sex? Like not in a bad way just it’s all just a lot and the marauder comforting / soothing?
Thank you for requesting <3
cw: mature themes
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 461 words
gah this is so sweet i love remus so much
Hiii, how are you? I wanted to request a sirius x reader where r feels insecure about their body cause it’s summer and maybe her family or someone made some stupid comment that really hit her hard. I hope this makes sense 😅 Have a great day <3
Thank you angel, hope you have a great day too! In addition to your request, this was inspired by a scene from this chapter of the lovely @solmussa's fic You Signed Up For This because I'd just finished it at the time your request came in and it reminded me of it a lot (the fic is so so good, highly recommend). Hope you enjoy <3
cw: reader's insecure of her body, it's implied vaguely that comments have been made to fuel this at some point
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 896 words
It’s one of those summer days that bleaches you down to your bones. Where you think through a white haze and your body feels heavy enough to puddle on the ground while your head floats away. Sitting in the shade of a tree by the lake with your drink emptied and Sirius’ t-shirt sticking to your skin, you’re considering letting it do just that.
You’re too hot to focus on your book. You watch your boyfriend and friends splash around in the water instead. James has procured two squirt guns from the pound shop, one for him and one for Sirius, but Sirius’ has been stolen by Marlene, who keeps dodging him each time he goes underwater only to pop up and try to reclaim it. James is being no help at all. Remus and Lily have demonstrated little interest in being caught in the fray, and are thusly sat at the edge of the lake, chatting while the waves lap up their legs. You envy all of them the coolness of the water, though you can hardly blame them for enjoying what you won’t.
Still, it’s difficult not to feel even a smidgeon of resentment when Sirius catches you looking and rises up from his crouched position with water streaming off his shoulders and chest in glistening rivers. He starts over to you.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m reading,” you say, even as you set your book down, folding the corner of your towel over it to keep Sirius from dripping on it.
“No, you’re not.” Your boyfriend stops right above you. The angle makes all the lines of him appear even sharper, his jaw and his clavicle and the jut of hip bones where his swim trunks have sunk low. “You're bored. Why don’t you come out?”
Seeing Stars
summary: after a bump on the head, you wake with your head on the shoulder of a beautiful stranger (who isn't really a stranger)
cw: hospital setting, concussion, memory loss, mention of vomit
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
You wish the drone of all these people would quiet down so you could sleep better. You’re so tired, and conditions are perfect for it otherwise, your body heavy and a warm pillow of ideal firmness beneath your head. There’s a gentle brush of something against your forehead every now and then which feels inherently comforting. It does it again now.
“That’s nice,” you murmur.
A low chuckle. “Happy you think so.”
You tilt your head towards the voice, startled to see a rather breathtaking man looking back at you. He’s close enough for you to count the long, dark lashes fringing his grey eyes and to catch the little tick his mouth does, as though he’s pleased to be looked at by you. Your warm, ideally firm pillow seems to be his shoulder.
You sit up. Flashes appear behind your eyes; you blink to dispel them. “Sorry,” you say.
“Hey, it’s alright,” the man says. He’s frowning, suddenly, brows sewn together in apparent concern. Every movement of his face only serves to make him lovelier; it’s dizzying. “What’s the matter?”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
The brow situation worsens. “Don’t be sorry for that, lovely. I hardly mind. Come on, why don’t you come back?” He folds a hand around the side of your head very carefully, as though wary of hurting you, to guide you down again. “The nurse said it’ll be good for you to rest while we wait.”
You don’t argue, because he seems to know things. You trust him. Maybe it’s foolish, but who wouldn’t trust someone treating them so kindly, who presses his lips to your forehead as you settle and covers your ear with a hand when the wail of a passing siren cuts through the room and you wince.
“I know,” the angel-man murmurs, sounding woefully compassionate to your plight. “We shouldn’t have to be here much longer. Are you feeling okay?”
Hi!😄 I really liked the fic you wrote with poly!wolfstar, where the reader left the gas oven on overnight and felt ashamed for awhile afterwards. As someone who easily feels shame and guilt, I would love to read another one like it if you could write one 🤞🏼💞
Thank you.
Haha me too babe, here you go!
cw: modern au, car accident aftermath, financial stress/guilt
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her vile agendas
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 968 words
The bus home from A&E is solemn quiet.
Sirius holds your hand in his lap. You’re not hurt, nothing more than a few bruises and a twinge in your neck the doctor said will fix itself in time, but by the way he keeps running his thumbs over every one of your fingers you’d think you were in pieces. You’re more focussed on the state of your poor, mangled car, and the three thousand pounds the mechanic quoted you to repair it.
Selfish, you lean your head on Remus’ shoulder, relieved when he leans his head on you in turn.
“Alright?” he murmurs.
🥺🥺🥺🥺 so beautiful
also reader is painfully me coded eek
Hi babe are you in the mood to take smut requests? If so, I just had a vision of Sirius being a tease while at a fancy dinner. Messing around under the table until you both have to excuse yourselves to the bathroom 🙈
Thanks for requesting lovely!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
cw: mature themes, mdni please
Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 914 words
You accuse Sirius of loving to torture you. Sadism, you called it once. And he always laughs you off, denying, because why would he want to inflict anything unpleasant on his most favorite girl?
He’s beginning to realize you’re not entirely off base. And that maybe he owes you an apology. Later.
Now, he’s having too much fun watching you get wound up at James’ cousin’s wedding rehearsal dinner.
It’s almost shockingly easy. Sirius doesn’t have to do more than knock his shoe into yours to get you to look at him, and then whatever you see on his face has your eyes widening with apprehension.
These are your problems: you’re too easy to wind up, and you look too cute when you’re nervous.
HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi babe are you in the mood to take smut requests? If so, I just had a vision of Sirius being a tease while at a fancy dinner. Messing around under the table until you both have to excuse yourselves to the bathroom 🙈
Thanks for requesting lovely!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
cw: mature themes, mdni please
Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 914 words
You accuse Sirius of loving to torture you. Sadism, you called it once. And he always laughs you off, denying, because why would he want to inflict anything unpleasant on his most favorite girl?
He’s beginning to realize you’re not entirely off base. And that maybe he owes you an apology. Later.
Now, he’s having too much fun watching you get wound up at James’ cousin’s wedding rehearsal dinner.
It’s almost shockingly easy. Sirius doesn’t have to do more than knock his shoe into yours to get you to look at him, and then whatever you see on his face has your eyes widening with apprehension.
These are your problems: you’re too easy to wind up, and you look too cute when you’re nervous.
not bedtime yet - remus lupin
remus x potter!reader secret relationship au (i seriously need a name for this au) summary: you and james are lucky to be dating each other's best friends, because it works out perfectly for you to sneak around your parents' house wc: 0.7k+ cw: suggestive towards the end, kissing
Lily Evans is your best friend. She has been for years now; after all, sharing a dorm for seven consecutive years with a girl so kind makes it difficult for that not to happen. But at the moment, even though she’s been invited to stay with you and your family for the summer, the one thing you want most is for her to leave your room. You can tell it’s what she wants too. She checks her wrist to catch sight of the time, sighing quietly when she sees it’s not yet past midnight. You shuffle in your bed, glancing at the redhead on the mattress by your bed, huffing out a laugh when you make accidental eye contact.
“Why would they still be awake now?” You rhetorically ask, shaking your head against your pillow. Lily shrugs, lifting herself up to lean back on her elbows, no longer pretending to be trying to sleep. “They’ll tell us when your parents are asleep.”
You both fall into a similar silence, awaiting to hear James’s door open at the other end of the hallway. The boys’ room must have been unusually silent whilst Remus kept an ear out for your parents’ breathing to go steady, anticipating the moment they would finally fall asleep.
It is fortunate that you and your brother were dating each other’s best friends, because at least you are both immediately on board for late night shenanigans such as these. You can imagine this exact situation going down if James and Lily hadn’t been dating — James would have put his foot down and refused to let Remus into your room for as long as he was around. If you had been single and tried had tried to pull this stunt, you would have huffed and shrugged your shoulders, pouting when Lily escaped your room to see her boyfriend.
The door to your room creaks loudly as someone pushes it open, and both you and Lily snap in its direction to observe the slight movement. You scramble up as quietly as you can, Lily right. on your heels as you tiptoe towards the door, grinning widely when you come face to face with your boyfriend. Remus is stood at your door, James and Sirius watching him from different ends of the hallway as he inches his way into your room. You lay your hands on Remus’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his cheek when his hands slip onto your waist, and you both shuffle into the room to let Lily slip out of the gap in the doorway.
All five of you freeze at the sound of the floorboard creaking underneath Lily’s careful footsteps, holding your breaths when she quickly rushes over in the direction of her own lover. You all pause for a long moment whilst Remus listens to the surroundings, relaxing when he finally nods. You give the group one last look, grinning at Sirius’s unimpressed expression as he retreats to his room all by himself, not wanting to witness any more exchanges of affection before you all retreat into your love shacks.
Remus gently closes the door to your bedroom, but his free hand always stays on your waist. He’s quick to pull you closer to him when the closed door grants you privacy for the first time all day, and you don’t hesitate to pull him into a long kiss. You feel Remus soften against you as his lips meld against yours, his hands migrating to your lower back to pull you as close to him as he can. You break the kiss to gasp for air, feeling your face grow hot at the smirk Remus hosts.
He walks you backwards towards your bed, arms tightening around you when you trip over Lily’s mattress on the floor. You gasp loudly when your feet leave the ground, Remus’ enhanced strength easily allowing him to lift you off the ground and place you onto your bed. His lips immediately find yours again, even as he clumsily tries to lay himself down on the bed without crushing you with his weight.
“You’re not tired?” You jokingly mutter against Remus’s lips, biting your bottom lip when he begins aiming his kissing away from your lips and to your jaw, down your neck.
“No, it’s not bedtime just yet.”
018: Sirius Black
"If you could have anything," Sirius asks, sprawled across your sofa like he owns it, "what would you wish for?"
It's three in the morning. He showed up an hour ago, restless and unable to sleep, climbing through your window like a stray dog seeking shelter. This is becoming a pattern.
"That's a loaded question, Black."
"Humor me." His grey eyes are too bright, manic energy barely contained. Full moon was last week, which means Moony's recovering and Padfoot has nowhere to run. "Anything in the world. What would it be?"
You could say something safe. Money, success, the usual answers. But Sirius doesn't do safe, and he has a way of pulling honesty from you at ungodly hours.
"To give you peace," you say quietly.
He goes very still. "What?"
"You asked." You curl up in the armchair across from him. "I'd wish you could sleep through the night without nightmares. That you could look in a mirror without seeing your family looking back. That you could forgive yourself for things that weren't your fault."
His expression does something complicated—vulnerable and defensive at once. "That's a terrible wish. Completely wasted."
"It's my wish."
"You could ask for anything, and you'd use it on me?" He sits up, running hands through his hair in agitation. "I'm not worth that."
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not." His voice cracks. "I'm a Black. We're rotten, all the way through. Bad blood, bad choices, bad—"
You cross to him, taking his face in your hands. "You're the bravest person I know. You chose goodness when your entire family chose darkness. You'd die for the people you love. That's not rotten, Sirius."
He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like he's starving for it. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Then prove me wrong."
He laughs—broken and bitter and achingly sad. Then he pulls you down onto the sofa beside him, holding on like you're the only solid thing in his world.
"Stay?" he whispers.
"Always."
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Bless the Telephone ; ##10
James Potter x f!muggle!reader word count: 1,450 warnings: bar, smoking, cursing, underage and of age drinking, ig mature themes? a/n: hai! so there will probably be only one chapter after this and itll be posted this Friday! yay! the decrease in interactions and such on everything I've posted recently makes me a tad bit nervous, but regardless- Please go check out my 1k celebration post and participate! series masterlist main masterlist
“I’m so fucked,” Ben looked at your retreating figure, the grip on his beer so tight his knuckles paled.
“What’s wrong?” James looked over, all he could see was your crimson jacket disappear into the pub.
“That was my sister,”
OH MY GODDDD I AM FEENING FOR THEM
this series is SO GOOD!!!! no amount of interactions can change that, you are SO talented and the relationship and story between them is everything i love this series so much
Hi Mae, could I request a Remus fic where reader is having a chronic pain flare but still wants to have sex? Like it's soft and slow and he adjusts to make sure he doesn't hurt her (after making sure fifty times that shes alright even though she's the one asking for it). I know you've written for chronic illness before but I don't believe you've written smut around that so it's okay if you're not comfortable with that, but I thought I'd ask
Thank you for your request lovely <3
cw: smut mdni, chronic pain flare
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her vile agendas
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 464 words
oh how i love remus
Telling remus “you could have been nicer to me” and he gets so offended and pouty
fem, 0.9k
“Oh, handsome?”
Remus stiffens a little at your tone. He knows you well, but not well enough to know feigned hesitance from real. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
He sits at the top of his bed, where you often like to be, shirtless in a strange turn but still wearing socks and pants. His torso is pale, dotted in freckles at the chest most of all, though there are a few darker ones along his shoulders. His fairer skin paired with the lighter tones of his hair, curling impishly behind his ears. The book he’s reading gets hugged to his tummy as he waits.
You wonder how best to wind him up without giving it away.
“Can we– talk?”
He is palpably unhappy with your question. You cannot wait to see how annoyed he gets when he realises it’s all a fakeout.
“Yeah, of course we can.” Remus stares at you. “Come and sit, then.”
You sit sideways on the bed, keeping your eyes on his leg so as not to give up the game. “I’m nervous.”
omfg i love this so much
── untamed
pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader
summary: remus does his best to help soothe your anxiety.
content warning: fluff; established relationship; reader is anxious.
a/n: just something small between drafts <33
It’s dark enough that it’s difficult to split the sky and the sea into two. Instead, it’s all one shade of indigo, with the beach barely illuminated by the lamps dotted along the street. The waves against the shore leave behind blankets of foam on the sand, and the repeated crashing is loud enough to hear from your bedroom window.
You’re tucked against the windowframe, back bent against the wood and your knees to your chest. The wind tousles your shirt and scrapes against your cheeks. If you licked the air, it would taste like salt. Your chest rises and falls steadily as your eyes wander the neighbourhood.
There’s a group of kids hanging out on the beach, bodies like dark notches against the pale sand, their voices carrying with the wind. You can see directly down into your yard and your neighbour’s yard. Their TV casts flickering light across the mowed grass and the bird fountain they’d put up about a week ago. You can just barely hear the voices floating from the news channel. Nothing new. Nothing interesting.
A voice behind you calls out your name, and you look over your shoulder.
Remus lays on your bed, hair a mess and his elbow draped over his eyes. He’s just woken up from the nap he took hours ago, and you know he’ll be awake for most of the night now.
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Bless the Telephone ; ##09
James Potter x f!muggle!reader word count: 1,521 warnings: bar, smoking, cursing, underage and of age drinking, ig mature themes? a/n: im back, baby, click here for my rapid-fire catch-up. all i know its not spring yet but i rlly wanted to do my theme now :3 series masterlist main masterlist
If James had the time to think about it, he’d probably guess that he was quickly falling in love with you, which scared him.
He didn’t really know you after all.
notif: 777heavengirl has tagged you in bless the telephone
YESSSSS
Regardless, you decided you weren’t going to call James again, nor answer any future calls after this weekend. It was pointless.
NOOOOOOO
but in all seriousness i am SOOOO glad you’re back!!! you are so talented and i love this series!!!!!
lost necklace - james potter
summary: james can't help but panic when he sees that you're not wearing the necklace he got you because you've never taken it off until now. but when he asks you about it, he discovers you never actually took it off and causes a little bit of a chain reaction. wc: 1k+ university au - let me know if you guys want to see more fics in this au!
In the entry doorway of your flat, James doesn’t seem as happy to see you as he normally is. What’s weirder even, is that he’s expecting the same from you. His arms are hesitant to wrap around your torso when you sling your arms over his shoulders, pulling him into a kiss. He’s happy to receive it, of course, though his shoulders are stiff and his body doesn’t melt into yours as it usually does.
“Hey,” You mutter quietly with that smile that charms James every time. “You okay?” James’s hands come down to grip your hips, and he uses his hold on you to push your body away from his slightly, just so he can get a proper look at your face. “Did I do something?” He asks, eyes clouded with worry. “Are you mad at me or something?” The confused expression that makes its way onto your face only makes your boyfriend more anxious. You tug James into the hallway and shut the door behind him before quizzically muttering “What are you talking about, James? Why would you say that?”
James’s eyes flicker down to your chest, where the low neckline of your shirt exposes your bare skin, where the necklace he got you usually resides. Since the day he gifted it to you, he’s never seen you without it, but lo and behold, here you are. James makes a gesture towards his own neck, voice shaking as he says “It’s just, you’re not wearing your necklace and so-” James trails off when he sees you immediately grasp at your neck, where the necklace usually sits, and an odd sense of relief fills his chest when your eyes go wide with panic, and you cry “Oh my god, James, my necklace!”
Both your hands come up to feel around your neck, making sure the locket is well and truly missing. A chain of curses leaves your lips, and James can only stand there as you stick your hands in your pockets, then desperately ruffle through the bag you have slung over your shoulder. One of its straps slips off your shoulder in your hurry, and a notebook clatters onto the floor. You leave it there. James grimaces to himself. He's only supposed to be picking you up to go to the library together, but you quickly turn on your heels, heading straight back to your room. He slides your notebook off the floor and instantly follows, but he stays standing with his back against the door to your bedroom once you’re inside because the small room offered by university accommodation only has enough space for one person to be panicking.
Admittedly, he feels completely useless just standing there, watching as you drag the mattress away from the wall, climbing up on the bed to check if your necklace fell between the cracks. He bites his lip as you shake your duvet out, sighing when only dust falls onto the floor. You whine, pressing the back of your palms to your eyes, heavily breathing in a poor attempt not to cry.
James pushes his back off the door, face softening as he tilts his head to the side, approaching you. His hands come up to your shoulders, tugging you closer to him so he can pull you into a loving hug, letting the thick duvet fall onto the floor between you. “Sweetheart, it’s okay, we’ll find it.” He tries to soothe you, but you’re already slipping your hands between you and pushing him away from you by the chest. “I can always get you a new one.” He adds, but to his sorrow, it only makes you more upset.
“But I don’t want a new one, I want my necklace!” You insist with a dramatic gesture, fat tears finally rolling down your cheeks. James is sure you can’t see anything through them, so he brings you into another hug, letting you sob in his arms for as long as you wish to. “Oh darling, I’ll find it for you, okay?” He mutters, pressing a kiss to your hair while he sways you back and forth in his arms. With a loud sniffle, you nod at your boyfriend’s words, letting him guide you to sit in your desk chair while he re-assembles your room into a state of order.
However, fortunately for both of you, neither of you need to spend much time looking. A knock comes at your door, and James glances at you before moving towards it. When he swings the heavy door open, he finds a tall man in front him. He has dark, curly hair, and his arms are littered with dark tattoos, but his eyes are a striking blue that has James feeling slightly threatened. He’s one of your flatmates, James recognises from the photos, and in his hand is a familiar heart shaped locket.
“Hey, I, er, found this in the kitchen,” Sirius says loudly enough for you to hear. “It was half hidden by one of the ovens - luckily I kicked my spoon underneath it and had to fetch it. Found this instead.” James sighs in relief, and he hears as you jump up from the desk chair, peeking around him to see what Sirius had to offer. You snatch the locket from Sirius’s hand with an ecstatic gasp, opening the little heart to gaze at the image inside.
“Thanks mate.” James says, extending his hand out for Sirius to shake. “James.” He introduces himself, letting go of Sirius’s hand when you grab his free wrist, turning his hand over and dropping the locket inside. Sirius echoes his own name to your boyfriend, watching in amusement as you turn around, pulling your hair out of the way so James can clasp the locket around your neck. In an automatic response, you lift a hand up to play with the necklace, tugging just lightly enough to make sure it's secured. You finally take a deep breath when you recognise that it’s safely there. “A bit too emotionally attached to that necklace, don’t you think?” Sirius asks jokingly with an eyebrow raised.
He shrugs his shoulders at the friendly glare you shoot him, and open your mouth to offer a sassy response only to be interrupted by James. “Yeah, it’ll probably change when there’s a ring on her finger.” Your eyes light up at the comment, and Sirius can only grin as you glance down at your left hand, flexing your fingers upwards.
“Well you better get to it now that you’ve brought up a ring.” Sirius jokes, and James moves out of your way as you walk back towards your bed. “That’ll be easy enough, we’ve already been together two years.”
The conversation between them blends into background noise, and you barely hear James tell you he’ll be back before the door swings shut behind him and Sirius.
I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT
REMUS LUPIN ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
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Wanted To See You ☼ ᥫ᭡
1k words; your husband's a doctor at the A&E. When he finds you in the emergency room looking worse for wear, his heart just about stops in his chest.
Soft Mornings with Remus Lupin ☼
1k words; you, Remus, and your stuffed toy spend a morning together.
Just Kiss Me Already, Lupin ☼
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