summary: ever the attentive boyfriend, remus asks about your day, but can't help regretting his decision when he realises how bad he needs you. like now. unfortunately though, lily seems to have caught onto the conversation, and now he has to wait.
wc: 1.2k+
cw: suggestive content
Remus knows it’s fully his fault for bringing the topic up, but now that you’re immersed in conversation with Lily, he hopes he hadn’t. All he wanted was to get some attention from you, and he thought he would get extra love points from you by asking about your day, but somehow it’s completely pulled you away from him. He’s sat next to you on your bed in your dorm, a hand heavy on your thigh with Lily and James on her bed. Sirius sits at your desk, latching on to the social energy in the room, but in desperate need of finishing his potions essay due tomorrow.
Meanwhile, you’re ranting to Lily about a single annoying interaction you’ve had in the bathroom with a ravenclaw in your transfiguration class. Remus had meant it to be a ‘How was your day baby?’ and a ‘Oh it was good honey, some ravenclaw was really weird to me in the bathroom, but I missed you’, and then you’d give him all the attention he ever desired. On a regular day, he’d be more than happy to listen to every single detail, every analysis of behaviour you have to offer, and then comfort you with loving words and long hugs, but today he just wants to be the centre of your attention.
Your boyfriend squeezes your thigh, and whilst it’s a movement you don’t notice, James does, his eyes catching onto it. He looks at his friend, but tries not to fixate on him to gravitate everyone’s attention to it. It does allow him to notice more things though, like the way Remus pushes himself up higher so he can kiss your cheek, his eyes focused on your lips as you speak. His free arm wraps around your waist so he can have as much contact to you as possible, and James immediately catches the way Remus’s eyes blink shut when you bring a hand up to play with your boyfriend’s hair.
Lily leans back onto her hands as she begins forming a response for you, but before she can utter any words out, Remus has grabbed your face in one hand, and is moving to towards him so he can kiss you, asking in a mumble “Are we done now?” Remus’s movements have everyone in the room frozen, apart from Sirius, who continues scribbling away at your desk. Lily’s eyes widen in surprise, and she glances towards her own boyfriend, who immediately catches her eye with an amused smile, trying not to laugh at Remus’s clear desire for you. And as for you, you can’t help but giggle at Remus once you come out of your stunned shock.
“I wasn’t, but I can be if that’s what you want.” Remus’s cheeks tint with a light pink colour, but he masks his humiliation by hugging you tightly and rolling onto his hide, dragging you down onto the mattress with him. “It’s not fair!” Remus whines, and Lily slaps a hand over her mouth as she breaks down into a fit of laughter. Her giggles brings a giant grin onto James’s face and soon enough he’s joining in on her chuckles, which causes Remus to try hiding his face in the fabric of your shirt. “Baby, it’s okay.” You coo, fully knowing that you’ve experienced the same type of desperation he’s going through now.
“Full moon was four days ago and we haven’t had time alone since.”
James runs a hand over his face so he doesn’t laugh at his friend’s predicament, and you shoot a glance at your friends with a adoring pout before patting Remus’s shoulder and beginning to stand up off the bed. “Okay, I think we need to go.” You announce to the room, and Remus is instantly on his feet, hands grasping at your waist as he pushes you out of your dorm. You haven’t even made it out the door before he’s pressing kisses to your neck, and you gasp out your boyfriend’s name as he lays the affection thick onto you. You manage to pull the dorm’s door shut, but it’s as though Remus has forgotten that it leads to a hallway, because he presses you up against the thick wood and forces his lips onto yours.
“Rem.” You gasp between kisses, but Remus slides his tongue into your mouth, muffling your next words into pleasured moans. Grabbing your boyfriend by the shoulders, you yank him off you and offer him a scolding expression. It’s difficult to stay mad though, because his lips are so full and red from the kiss, shiny with your saliva as he stares at you with pure want, his eyes so obedient yet pleading for rebellion.
Two girls walk down the hallway, and both you and Remus smile casually at them, still holding each other in your arms. When they pass you, you glance at Remus once more, pointedly saying “Let’s just get to your dorm and then you can have my undivided attention.”
Remus grabs your hand, dragging you down the hallway and across the common room so you can climb the stairs to the male dormitories. Once in the dark hallway leading up to his dorm, Remus hooks his arm around your waist again, waisting no time to get you in his room, which he quickly locks before getting you on his bed. He climbs onto you with a focus on your neck, which he instantly attacks with lips and teeth and saliva. You shift onto the bed to get cozy against your boyfriend’s pillows, all pliant as he begins yanking your trousers down. You let him without making any teasing comments, because again, it’s been four days with the full moon, and usually he would have you on your back within forty-eight hours depending on how quickly he heals.
He leaves kisses down your body, undressing you as he goes, and just as he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, a loud knock comes on the door. Remus pauses, then shakes his head with a sense of finality, dragging the flimsy fabric down your legs. You giggle at his movements, spreading your legs for Remus, who moans to himself without doing anything, but a loud call comes through the door, Sirius yelling “Don’t start fucking yet! I left my muggle studies textbook!”
Remus huffs, mumbling something incoherently as you slowly close your legs again, telling him “Go give Sirius his textbook, baby.” Remus groans, tossing his head back in protest, but he still climbs over to Sirius’s messy bed, sifting through the textbooks before heading over to the door. He only opens it a crack, keeping his body in the opening of the door so you stay hidden from sight, and finally hands Sirius his book. “The room is ours for the foreseeable future. You can sleep in her bed if need be.” He warns as he begins closing the door, and you push yourself up onto your elbows, a slight look of panic making its way onto your features as you ask “How long are you planning on fucking me for?”
“Until I get my load of you. Or rather, until you get your loads from me.”
heyyy…… i just think he’s so mean and cute and silly. so here. also, jily mentioned! i just really wanted to write baby harryyyy.
summary: you think remus knows you have a crush on him.
pairings: remus lupin x fem!reader 0.9k
You know it’s silly.
Silly that you changed your outfit three times before you left for Harry’s birthday party, and even sillier that you’re still fixing the skirt to your dress as you stand at Lily and James’ steps.
“Hi,” a voice speaks up behind you.
When you peek over your shoulder, it’s Remus, and he’s also holding a gift. It’s wrapped in newspaper and twine, most likely a book. His fingernail picks at the twine as he half-smiles at you, leaning onto the banister.
“Hello,” you say, almost breathless.
“You look very pretty,” he says easily.
You nod, too stiffly, because he smiles, much wider than the polite one he used to greet you.
“Thank you,” It comes out like a question.
“Are you sure?” And you feel like shrinking into your shoes, twisting the ribbon handles of the gift you’ve brought.
The door opens seconds later, much to your saving grace, and James is holding Harry at his hip, tiny party hats on both their heads.
“Come in, come in!” James pulls the door open wider with his leg and Remus follows behind you closely as you walk into the hallway.
You can’t help, but coo at Harry, pudgy cheeks and little fingers wrapping around yours as you greet him sweetly.
“You’re getting so big, aren’t you?” you smile, and Remus laughs. Your cheeks warm at the sound, but you ignore it when Harry pulls from James to be held by you.
“C’mon, you,” James starts, turning away to bring Harry back towards the party. “She’s just gotten here.”
After you settle your gifts and make your way outside, you find a seat next to Remus on a small sofa. Your thighs touch, and you try not to pay attention to how the cotton seams dig into your skin. It seems Remus is because he nudges his leg with yours, smiling.
“I’m sorry,” you tilt your head, confused. “For earlier.”
You look at him then, hands pulled into your lap, playing with a loose string lining your hem. You can feel the warmth on your cheeks, but you don’t meet his eyes in fear it’ll worsen.
“You really do look pretty in that dress,” he continues.
“You’re being mean,” you say, but the smile betrays your words.
“A bit,” Remus leans back, all too pleased with himself.
Sirius comes soon after, already holding Harry as he enters the backyard, blowing raspberries into the infant’s tummy.
“My boy’s grown!” Sirius starts, and Lily laughs.
“He’s only one,” she smiles, eyes warm as Harry giggles.
“Far too old, some would say,” Sirius moves to sit across from you, Harry perched on his lap.
“Want a drink, lovely?” Remus says, hands on his knees, bracing himself to stand.
You don’t even want to respond, especially with the way he’s blocking the sun, leaning to look at you. His brown hair falls over his eyes and you have to fight the urge to push it away from his lashes.
“Yes, please,” Sirius speaks, leg bouncing Harry.
Remus rolls his eyes as he finally stands from his seat, and walks into the house. The rest of the party arrives soon and the backyard is filled with adults, who are practically hot-potatoing little Harry for a bit of his attention.
The seat next to you stays empty; and you’re not sure that Remus is ever coming back with a drink for you, even less Sirius. When it’s your turn to catch Harry, Mary promptly places him into your lap and leaves without another word.
Harry stares up at you, and you completely forget the knot tightening in your stomach. His dark eyelashes, like James’, flutter over his pretty-little green eyes. He’s a happy baby, maybe the happiest you’ve ever met.
Harry’s decided that your necklace, a smoothed circular stone piece, is much more interesting than whatever you’ve got going on. You find that even a little bit of his attention, even if it’s not on you, is enough.
Remus comes back from the kitchen to find you humming a song to Harry, bouncing him lightly as he babbles mindlessly to you. You don’t even look up at him as he places your drink on the glass table in front of you and almost jump out of your skin when Remus sits down next to you.
He leans back to watch you two, your humming becomes quieter under his stare. Remus puts down his own glass with a soft ‘clink’, and leans into Harry’s little bubble.
“She singing for you?” Remus smiles, fingers pulling at Harry’s cheeks softly. His voice has lightened, “What’s she singing, huh?”
Harry babbles mindlessly at the attention of one of his uncles, and it seems even Remus can’t help but fall for his charm. As they “talk”, you softly pick at an eyelash on Harry’s pink cheek, and Remus hums tunelessly. Harry immediately turns his head to you (not without some wobble), and his bright eyes stare up at you at your sudden poking of his skin.
“Isn’t she sweet, Harry?” Remus says.
You know Remus can see the way your bounce has off-kiltered, how your cheeks warm as you swallow dry, and undeniably how you will not face him; finding the bushes much more interesting. You wish you could feel humiliated if not for the fact that his attention is all you want.
When Harry is moved from your lap, it’s into Remus’. Remus begins humming again, Harry’s tiny fingers clawing onto Remus’ long ones. He leans in, nose bumping with Harry’s lightly as the baby smiles.
hi!!! of course!!! i love writing baby harry, thank u so much for the excuse to do so
warnings: baby harry!!! babysitting together, reader is harry’s godmother (i have decided so for this au!!!!!), jily mentioned of course
pairings: remus lupin x fem!reader .5k
You think you’ve brought everything: a new book for Harry, a couple of teething chews because your fingers couldn’t handle the last time, and a change of clothes, in case Sirius hadn’t gotten any for Harry’s short visit.
When you knock on the door, you’re greeted by Remus and Harry. Harry’s sat on his hip, and when his wobbly head turns to you, his excitement is immediate.
“Hey, lovely,” Remus smiles, waving Harry’s hand at you in a mock wave.
“Hi,” Is all you can manage before Harry is leaning towards you.
“Come here, you.” His pudgy fingers are reaching towards you, and you can’t deny him. “Missed you, bug.”
Remus takes the bag from your shoulder without question and passes you the infant, who promptly drools onto the front of your shirt from his excited babble.
“Who’s here?” You press a kiss into Harry’s cheek. “Uncle Remmy? Who else?”
Remus makes a sound behind you, almost a scoff, and follows you into the house. Before you even make it out of the hallway, Sirius pops in, pointing a finger at Harry.
“Traitor,” he starts. “You’re a traitor, y’know that, Harry?”
“Can you blame him, Sirius?” Remus says from behind you.
His fingers touch your side as he passes around you to put your bag down, and all the fight has seemingly left your body. You let Sirius win without hassle, chest warm as Remus stares at the two of you from the doorframe.
“Yes,” Sirius sweeps Harry from your arms, and somehow your heart turns just a little. He leans Harry into his face until they’re eye-level with each other. “I can! I’m your favourite God-whatever.”
Sirius sweeps Harry into a cradle, humming a tune as he dances his way into the kitchen. Harry’s little eyes flutter, tiny fingers tangling in Sirius’ dark locks, babbling mindlessly. They look utterly enamored with each other, and it warms your heart to think that it’ll always be this sweet between them.
“You think he’ll always be this sweet?” You hum, leaning against the wall.
“Sirius?” Remus kicks his shoe into yours, smiling cheekily.
“Yes, Sirius,” your eyes roll, but the smile on your face has him standing straighter. “I hope he is, really.”
Remus leans his head into the floral wallpaper, arms crossed as he stares, his smile pulling a fresh scar taut. His fingers tap on his wool sweater, and he nods his head at you.
“Impossible for him not to,” he hums. “I think you spoil him rotten, sweetness.”
“No, I don’t,” you try, but you know it’s a lie.
You can tell he sees your cheeks warm with the way he tries not to laugh, and you hide your smile behind the back of your palm. Remus pushes himself from the wall and places a warm hand on your shoulder to guide you into the kitchen. His thumb rubs circles into your shoulder,
“Sure you don’t, lovely.” And for the first time, you don’t mind that he can tell you’re indulging in his touch.
If you’re inspired, I’d love a Sirius x reader where Sirius has feelings for her that have developed over time due to running in similar circles. And eventually tries to get with her but she denies him due to his reputation, assuming he doesn’t have genuine feelings.
And then it’s a lot of him continuing to try and get denying him. You decide the ending!
Thanks! Love your work
Thank you for this request! ♡ Just adding on here that you wanted “Do you think I’d be standing here if I didn’t love you?” to be your prompt.
If I get the option, reader will always get the boy. ♡
Also, I don't write a nervous!Sirius much, but I feel like it fit for this one? Idk.
Hope y'all enjoy!
'Not A Line'
Sirius Black x fem!reader
1.7k words
cw: angst-ish, friend-to-lovers
Sirius Black doesn’t get nervous. He’s the perfect image of cool. He can talk to anyone.
Except you.
You were on the other side of the Gryffindor Common Room with Emmeline. You laughed and Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t even the one making you laugh.
As if his stupid heart wasn’t enough, Sirius didn’t even know when stuff like that started happening. He couldn’t pinpoint when his hands started getting sweaty when he stood next to you, nor when he realized he looked forward to the classes he had with you. He had no clue when he lost the ability to be cool around you. In his mind, one day you were just another pretty face, and then boom. You became all he can think about.
“You can just go join their conversation. They’re your friends,” Remus pointed out after noticing that Sirius kept looking your way and sometimes it edged on being considered staring.
“What would I say?”
Remus laughed. “Something relevant to their conversation? Mate, come off it!”
So, after wiping his hands on his jeans and taking a deep breath, Sirius walked over to you and Emmeline. He casually put his arm around your shoulder. It was Sirius so it could almost be seen as a friendly notion.
“Ladies,” he said with an effortlessly cool air. Even nervous, he could pull it off.
“Black,” Emmeline said, although she wasn’t looking at him.
Her eyes were glued on you as she grinned. You knew you were blushing with how warm your face had gotten. Emmeline knew about your crush on Sirius. She also knew that you weren’t going to do anything about it because of what seemed to be his one downside: the boy didn’t date. He flirted, hooked up, and maybe hung around for a week, but it always stopped there. Sirius didn’t do relationships. So you were going to wait for this crush to fizzle out and hope the next boy to unknowingly steal your heart was more interested in being yours. Or someone’s, at least.
“Enjoying yourselves?”
“Gryffindor parties never disappoint,” you said.
“Brilliant. Can’t have pretty girls giving us bad reviews. It would ruin our reputation!”
“Oh, don’t think too high of yourself. Can’t imagine you pulled this all off by yourself,” you said.
Sirius scoffed and pulled slightly away from you. You hated how you wished he hadn’t.
“I got all the drinks.” He pointed at your cup. “That’d be empty! You’d be parched!”
“Then I suppose,” you said before taking a small sip. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” he said.
He let his arm fall completely from your shoulder as Emmeline started talking about Flitwick’s essay assignment. Sirius looked at you more often than not. When Emmeline finished her drink, she said she was going to get another one, but she didn’t come back, leaving you alone with Sirius.
“So, you been good lately?” Sirius asked.
He immediately kicked himself mentally. What kind of question was that? Petty small talk. That wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go.
But you laughed and that made him smile. Laughter was good.
“Like we don’t see each other every day?”
“I don’t ask you every day.” He leaned a little closer to you. “I should though.”
“That sounds like a line.”
“A line?”
“Yeah. Like does that help you get girls?”
“Wouldn’t know. Cause it’s not a line,” Sirius said. He was a little offended you thought he’d use a line on you. You deserved so much more than a cheesy line.
“So this isn’t how you usually do it though? Join a conversation, casually toss in a compliment, wait until you’re alone and then drop a line that you hope earns you a good snog?”
Part of you hated yourself for saying that. That part wouldn’t mind being a good snog. The rest of you, however, doesn’t want to be just another girl that Sirius has kissed, another notch in his belt.
“I mean, I’m not saying no if you want to snog me,” Sirius said, putting his hands up in defense. He’d be jumping at the opportunity to kiss you.
“Right,” you laughed as you crossed your arms. “Listen, I have self-respect so I’m going to pass.”
You walked past Sirius to find Emmeline with a determination to stay next to her side for the rest of the night. If she wanted to make out with someone, you’d go back to your dorm. Sirius watched you walk away and felt his chest tighten. The girl of his dreams walked away from him.
“Why’re you here? What happened with-“ Emmeline started to ask.
“He just wants a girl. You know,” you said, raising your eyebrows, and she nodded.
You and Emmeline eventually went back to your dorms, and Sirius stayed by Remus’ side for the rest of the night. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do about you. He didn’t want to give up so easily. If you thought he only wanted you because you were at a party, maybe he still had a chance. Maybe he just needed to tell you that he didn’t just want you, he wanted to be with you. To date you. To be yours.
The next time Sirius saw you was in class on Monday. He listened to his own suggestion. He asked how you were. You didn’t think anything of it until he had done it every day and he found you after the last class of the day ended.
“Y/N, what would you say to going to Hogsmeade?” he asked.
Each day asking you how you were or how you slept or how your first lesson was made Sirius slightly less nervous talking to you. These were small conversations with just you that he hadn’t had many of before he realized that he wanted to. After a week of them, he honestly thought you’d understand that he wasn’t looking for someone to pass the time with.
But you didn’t.
“Who else is going?” you asked as you shifted your bag strap.
“Jus’ you and me.”
You sighed. It pulled your heart in two different directions.
“I already told you, Sirius. I have no interest in being just a girl you snog.”
Maybe if you hadn’t immediately walked away, Sirius could have explained that he didn’t want you to be just a girl he snogged either.
He didn’t stop asking you how you were. He tried to get you to see that he was actually interested in you. He sat by you when he could. You had conversations that were more than small talk. You didn’t push him away. You looked comfortable. So he tried asking you to Hogsmeade again, only to be told that you weren’t going to be used so he could get off.
Really, you loved and hated how much time Sirius had been spending with you. You were getting to know him better. And it only made you like him more. That meant that your heart broke a little bit more every time he invited you somewhere, just the two of you. It was a cruel reminder of who he was. A player who broke every girl’s heart.
A small group had congregated at the table you were studying at with Emmeline. It started with Remus asking Emmeline a question on an Astronomy assignment. Then Sirius and James followed. Sirius sat next to you as always. Some of your friends stopped by some time later and said some fourth years were having a “proper muggle fight” outside of Greenhouse #4.
James and Remus jumped up to leave with your friends. The boys were practically sprinting. Emmeline gave you a half-amused look.
“I suppose I’m going to check it out too. Maybe I’ll hold a prefect back, depending who’s out there,” she said with a laugh before leaving.
It was just you and Sirius at the table now.
“You’re not going?” you asked.
He shook his head. “Doesn’t interest me when you got an Ancient Runes test tomorrow.”
“You have the same test.”
“And I’m ready for it. You, my dear, are not.”
“If you’re ready for the test, why aren’t you watching some boys beat the shit out of each other?”
“I, um, I was going to help you study.”
“You think helping me study is more entertaining than muggle fighting?”
“Merlin, no. But I love you and I want you to do well,” Sirius said, not fully realizing what he said until he said it. His face turned red and he suddenly couldn’t meet your eyes.
“What do you mean… by… that?” you asked slowly. “That you love me?”
He laughed nervously and rubbed his knuckles.
“What I’ve been trying to get across to you for a while now?” he said, looking up at the ceiling. Then he brought himself to look at you. “You keep saying that you’re not someone I can kiss and leave, right? And I agree. I don’t want to leave.”
“Come again?” What Sirius just said didn’t make much sense to you.
“Do you think I’d be sitting here if I didn’t love you?” he asked, sounding a little exasperated. “Everyone is going to be talking about those idiots and I can only imagine it’s bloody hilarious. And I’m in here. With you. Because it’s the closest thing to a date I can get with you right now and that’s all I want. I mean, I also want to kiss you, but I swear it’s more than that.”
“A date? Like an actual date? With me?”
“Yes! I want to take you to Hogsmeade so I can walk around your shops with you and buy you whatever you want, and then we’d walk back to the castle together. I want you to be sitting next to me at lunch. I want to be here, studying with you whenever you’re stressed about the next exam. I want to be inviting you to the Potters’ during the summer. I want to be your boyfriend, but I think you think I don’t actually want that.”
“My boyfriend? Sirius Black wants to be someone’s boyfriend?”
“Not someone’s. Yours. I want to be your boyfriend.”
“Then this our first date? Studying for an exam that I’m going to fail?”
“Please, I’m not going to have my girlfriend fail an exam,” Sirius laughed, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him.
Summary: It’s nice to watch your boyfriend’s favourite team play in the World Cup, because you get rewarded with a kiss every time they score.
Content: pure fluff, established!relationship, slightly suggestive, possible inaccuracies about football/soccer since I don’t follow the sport, reader’s nationality is unspecified and up to interpretation.
Word count: 1.5k words
Requested here
The pub was especially rowdy tonight, which was usual for the weekend, but this time was significantly different.
The World Cup was on, and it was an exciting game tonight.
Well, for your friend group, it was an exciting game. Okay, so maybe it was just a particularly exciting game in your boyfriend's eyes, but everyone else was still invested.
Wales was playing against Morocco tonight, and the score was currently 1-0, which unfortunately worked out on Morocco's side. But the match had plenty of time left to go, which gave Remus hope.
You were all sat on a table in the corner of the pub, your glasses filled from a recent visit to the bar. You were sitting next to Remus who had the seat closest to the TV, completely engrossed in the match playing out as his leg bounced up and down.
You weren't a big sports person and neither was Remus usually, but there seemed to be something about the Wales team in football that held a special place in his heart. He was quite passionate when it came to them, and it was proven by his reaction every time Wales even touched the ball.
Some of you were invested in the game like Remus was, like James and Sirius who seemed to be in it just to tease Remus, trying to get a reaction out of him by talking about how Morocco was easily going to claim the victory. Remus shot them a few annoyed glares, and when he started to show signs of getting genuinely irritated, you just leaned on him and squeezed his hand, and it would calm him down. James and Sirius called you no fun for keeping him in a good mood, while you just didn't want your boyfriend to be grumpy tonight in bed with you.
You tuned into Lily, Mary, Marlene, and Peter's conversation about the previous matches. Lily bragged about the winning streak England had been on, Mary talked hopefully about Switzerland winning more matches, while Peter and Marlene sulked. Marlene refused to even watch the game as Morocco had recently beat Scotland, and Peter just simply got upset when Norway was mentioned.
While you weren't crazy about the World Cup unlike the certain person sitting next to you who was intently watching the Wales game, you still knew enough to support the team of the country you grew up in, and you were happy with where you were at as your team had only lost one game so far.
Wales had lost and won one game so far, so Remus was especially keen for Wales to win tonight. He had talked nonstop about it on the way to the pub, and you had loved every second of it even if you hadn't fully understood what he was saying. Remus was usually a quieter person, and you were one of the few people he was comfortable enough to ramble around.
You were listening to Mary talk about her favourite player on the Switzerland team when you suddenly felt Remus jump beside you, and a mixture of cheers and boo's coursed through the pub. You looked up at the screen, and watched the replay of Wales scoring a goal.
"I didn't think he was gonna get that one," said James in genuine surprise while Remus looked thrilled, turning to you with a wide smile.
"I told you that guy was gonna get a goal, didn't I?" Said Remus excitedly.
You chuckled. "You did. You should've placed a bet on it-"
You were cut off when Remus surged forward and smashed his lips on yours, startling you with a delightful kiss that only went on for a few seconds before he pulled away.
Everyone laughed at your shocked expression while Sirius wolf whistled, drawing a small laugh out of yourself.
Remus' face flushed. "I'm sorry. That was a bit much-"
"Are you kidding? I have nothing to complain about," you laughed, scooting closer to him even though it was pretty much impossible to get closer with the way your sides were pressed against each other. "Just caught me off guard, love."
Remus smiled and slid an arm around your waist, pecking your cheek before turning back to the TV.
Since the both of you were dating, it wasn't unusual at all to be kissed by Remus. However, your relationship was still fresh as you had only made it official a month ago after years of friendship and months of unresolved tension between you. You were more than familiar with kissing in private, but you were still getting used to actually showing that affection in public, especially since you were so used to being just friends.
So it had been a pleasant surprise when Remus kissed you boldly like that, and you couldn't deny the thrill it had sent rushing through you to be admired loudly in front of everyone to see like that. The thought made you smile, and lean further into Remus' side with his arm secure around you.
You started to watch the game properly now that the scores were even, providing a more suspenseful watch as the teams fought to score the next goal.
Twenty-five minutes passed until the next goal was scored. In those twenty-five minutes, the game had proved to be intense, and not only could you see it, but you could feel it with each time Remus' hand squeezed your waist whenever there was a particularly intense moment in the match. His body was tense with anticipation, and it would lean into yours for comfort. Or he would take a sip from his beer for comfort, either one worked for him. Your stomach exploded with butterflies each time he did so, and you weren't sure if the fluttery feeling would ever go away with him.
Luckily, Wales was the team who scored the third point of the game, and Remus cheered out loud this time, the alcohol in his system eradicating his usual bashfulness in being so vocal.
You thought the first thing Remus would do is boast to the others about how good Wales was playing, or even chug the rest of his beer, but instead, his first instinct seemed to be leaning forward to give you another searing kiss.
You leaned into it this time, smiling against his lips as you reached to caress his jaw. You broke apart when Peter complained, "Moony, please get a room!"
"You get a room," Remus shot back sassily, kicking Peter under the table. You snorted into Remus' chest, and it made him pull you into another kiss.
"You better hope Wales doesn't kick another goal, he might take your clothes off next," Marlene quipped, and the whole table, including yourself, burst into laughter at that. Remus, however, frowned.
"That's for private," said Remus, and it only made the group laugh harder as heat rushed to your cheeks. You buried your face into Remus' arm, your cheeks burning.
No more goals were scored for the rest of the match, but it had still been entertaining regardless as many goals were almost kicked, making it a close game. Either way, Wales won, which seemed to make Remus the happiest man on earth.
The night ended shortly after that, your friends either drunk or tired, ready to go home either way. In your case, you were tired, and Remus was on the fine line between tipsy and actually being drunk.
He was still cooperative as you nearly dragged him out of the pub with your hand linked through his, a warm smile on his face as he rambled on about the highlights of the match while staring solely at you.
“And I tell you what, if Danny Ward hadn’t blocked that goal, I think it would’ve been over for us. We’re going to win this year, I just know it,” said Remus confidently, his words slightly slurred. You hummed in agreement and nodded along as you pulled out your phone, ordering an uber to take you back to his apartment. After a minute of silence from him, he said dreamily, “this was an amazing night.”
"Because your favourite team won?" You said teasingly, still staring at your phone as you checked where your uber was.
"Yes, that, but also," Remus began, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, lifting your eyes off your screen to look at him, "because I had my favourite girl watching with me."
You blinked at his words, and became flustered immediately, looking away shyly as your cheeks warmed up.
"Yeah, yeah," you said.
"It's true!" Said Remus defensively. "Being with you was the cherry on top. Even if Wales didn't win, it would've been just fine, because I would still have you, and that's all that matters."
Your cheeks were burning once again, and you bit down your smile.
"Look at me, I wanna see you, pretty girl," Remus whined, tilting your face towards him, and you couldn't help but let out a flustered giggle. It felt as though you were still in the crushing stage of your relationship with how he made you feel when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing that mattered.
Remus wrapped his other arm around you, enveloping you into a full side hug, and your laughs filled the air as he pressed a firm kiss to the corner of your lips.
Summary: Your baby is sick. She can't stop crying, no matter what you do. Unfortunately, not everyone in the waiting room is empathetic and understanding. A certain man is giving you a hard time, so Remus protects you.
English isn't my first language! Not proofread and super short :/
Cw: blood, swearing, broken nose i guess?
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I wrote it while waiting for a doctor's appointment lol. Also, no title because i can't think of anything 😭
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"Can you calm your baby down?" A thick, not so kind voice says behind your back. "My head is pounding from all this crying and screaming."
You tense, and so does your baby when she feels your arms tightening around her small body. You glance behind your shoulder, just to be met with an annoyed expression on an older's man face. He's holding onto his injured hand. The white bandage wrapped around it is already soaked with blood.
"I'm trying." You reply, trying your best to sound kind despite the frustration shimmering inside of you. "But she's sick. I can't just magically heal her."
"I don't care what you can and what you can't." The man snaps. Murmurs of other people follow, but no one tries to help you out or defend you. "Just shut her up. That's all I'm asking."
You close your eyes and start counting your breaths.
One, two, three, four...
Your baby is still fussing, her forehead hot and sweaty where it rests against your shoulder. Her small fists are clenched around your cardigan, her body practically limp in your arms, exhausted from the flu.
"For Christ's sake." The man curses.
You don't have time to react before he raises from his seat, droplets of blood staining the white floor, and stands right in front of you, with fists clenched and fuming with unreasonable anger.
"Shut your baby up. Right now."
You step back, but he only gets closer. His hand, the healthy one, raises and for a second you're scared he'll hit you or your baby.
But then, you feel a familiar weight of Remus' hand on your shoulder. "Not only your hand will bleed if you keep talking to my wife like that."
A look of uncertainty crosses older man's face. He steps back and lowers his arm.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't know she was here with you." He says.
Remus doesn't back down. "Even if she was here all alone, you have no right to threaten a woman, any woman, especially not when she is with a baby. Have some bloody respect."
"Chill, mate." The man smirks. "I wasn't threatening your wife."
Remus presses his lips together. "Sure you weren't. You were just casually invading her personal space, am i right?"
"Listen, you're exaggerating this whole situation. Nothing bad happened. We were just talking, right, sweetie?"
You grimace at the pet name that comes out of his mouth. You step back once again, wanting to create some distance between you and him. Remus' hand wraps protectively around your waist and he brings you closer to him. Luna, your baby, reaches for him and Remus kisses her forehead, which helps her settle down a little.
Then, his gaze moves back to the man.
"Go or God help me, i'll make you bleed more than you already do."
Suprisingly, the man complies. Or so you think he does.
He steps aside, huffing and muttering under his breath, but before he walks back to his seat, he decides to add his two cents.
"Cunt."
Wrong move. Safe to say, it's Remus' last straw.
Before you or anyone in the waiting room can react, Remus' hand lands on the man's face. The sound of a nose breaking resonates through the room and blood, hot and crimson, stars flowing down the man's front, staining both his shirt and trousers.
You gasp, and so does everyone else, including the rude man. Tense silence falls in the room. Everyone seem to hold their breath in anticipation. Luna wiggles in your arms, confused as to why is it so silent out of sudden, but you press her closer to your chest and back away from the source of commotion.
"Call my wife like this one more time, and you're dead." Remus spits out. There's furry in his eyes and you swear he doesn't look like himself. "I swear you are."
Then, Remus turns to you and grabs your hand. Gently, but firmly, he starts steering you out of the waiting room. Your daughter begins to cry in distress.
You protest. "But we need to see the doctor..."
Remus interrupts. "I'll find Luna another doctor, don't you worry."
i know you have the reader saying “i love you” first to poly!m, but would you be open to doing one with just sirius? And doesn’t have to be reader saying it first, could be either, but just the first “i love you” with siri?
Thank you for requesting <33
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 2.2k words
Sirius has been meaning to tell you, he really has. It’s only that feelings weren’t something encouraged in the house where he grew up, and he’s still not very good at them even now that he has the words, and though he’d called James a prat when he said Sirius was bad at vulnerability James is usually right about those things. Every time Sirius tries to say it, the words stick back in his molars like caramel. He wants the moment to be right, but not so heavy with gravitas that he can't play it off as casual if he needs to. Also, he thinks that if you don’t say it back he’ll probably have to move countries and change identities. Still. You deserve to know.
Sirius decides all this whilst watching you sleep on a Sunday morning. Time moves like sap as you wake up, slow and sweet. First your face turning to the side, cheek pressed into the pillow. Then your body follows, and you’re laying on your stomach, one leg hiking up so your calf brushes Sirius’ thigh. Your eyes crack into the sunlight, then shut again. Sirius thinks about tracing every slope and curve of your face, starting with your nose and working his way outward. You mumble something, half in a dream. Eventually, you catch him looking, and your eyes flutter open, smile stretching lazily across your cheeks.
The sun rises in Sirius’ chest.
“Hi,” you murmur.
He gives in to one touch, drawing a line from your temple down to your chin. “Hi,” he says back.
He thinks that he has to tell you now. He’s known for weeks already, and when’s better than when he feels it so strongly and has just resolved to have you hear it?
He traces the same path back up your face, letting the words take form on his tongue. Your eyes flare before he opens his mouth.
For a moment, Sirius wonders if you’ve read his mind. But then you gasp out, “What time is it?”
He tells you, and you vault out of bed, suddenly wide awake.
“Oh my god,” you laugh, passing an anxious hand through your hair as you hurry towards the bathroom. “I was supposed to meet Mary for coffee at nine! I can’t believe I forgot to set an alarm.”
Sirius sits up. “She won’t hold it against you. Everyone sleeps in on Sundays, whose idea was it to meet before noon anyway?”
“Hers.” Your voice sounds garbled, and he guesses by the sound of it that you’re brushing your teeth. The sink turns on. “I just hate the idea that she’s been waiting on me all this time.”
He pummels his feelings back into submission, getting out of bed. “I’m sure she hasn’t.” He pads into the bathroom, hugging you from behind whilst you speed-run your skincare routine. “James said he was out with her and Lily last night. She probably didn't remember to set her alarm either.”
“Really?” You sound hopeful. “I don’t want her to think I ditched her.”
Sirius presses a placating kiss to your shoulder. “I bet she's just waking up herself. Want me to give her a ring?”
“Would you?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.” You turn around, kissing him properly. Sirius’ lips buzz with the things he can’t say. “You’re the best.”
Well, at least he can be that for you.
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The second time Sirius tries to confess, it’s just as impulsive. What can he say—planning was always more James’ thing, Sirius never had an affinity for it. He does his best thinking on his feet.
You’re in a pub, your friends and drinks abandoned at a table in the corner. It’s loud and crowded, one of those electric Friday nights. And this pub, in what Sirius chooses to believe is a happy turn of fate, has a hallway. It’s short and sparsely lit, leading only to an employee bathroom. Through rose-tinted glasses and possibly also beer goggles, it looks to both of you like an opportunity too good to pass up.
Sirius has you pressed between stacks of chairs, your laughter fizzing on his tongue. You taste like cider and the sticky toffee pudding you’d ordered on a whim to split with James, and one of your fingers is hooked through Sirius’ belt loop as if to keep him tethered to you. As if you need to do anything at all to be sure of that.
He pushes his knee between your thighs, and your lips curve against his.
“Cruel,” you say. “You can’t do things like that in public.”
Sirius plays dumb. “Things like what, lovely girl?”
“Tease me.”
“Oh?” He peeks at you through his lashes, and you’re looking at him, too, eyes glittery. “And what is it that you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing.”
“Right. Is that all?”
He can practically feel the giggle bubbling in your throat. “What else?”
“No, nothing. Nothing at all.”
You press your lips to his, and Sirius thinks it, crystal clear. An obvious truth. He thinks that it might be fun to tell you this way, to let you feel how his lips form the words against your own. Maybe you can roll them around in your mouth and give them a taste.
“I—”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
You’re looking behind him, expression turned to shy contrition. You’re smiling just a tiny bit, eager to be laughed off and forgiven, but the pub manager Sirius finds when he turns around appears only weary.
“Just go,” he says.
You don’t need to be told twice, urging Sirius out of your little alcove and pulling him by the hand back towards your table to relay the story embarrassedly to your friends. The moment passes.
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The third time, Sirius actually does plan, but you don’t show up. He considers this a probable sign that he should never plan anything ever again.
If he’s being honest with himself, he’s pretty put out. James got all this stuff into his head about romance and home cooked meals and even though Sirius doesn’t consider himself good at either of those things, he did try. He made the simplest thing he could find that you might like, cleaned off the kitchen table for the first time in forever, lit candles and then blew them out because that felt like too much. Lit them again, because who was he kidding.
It was supposed to be a surprise when you came home from work, only now it’s an hour past when Sirius had been expecting you and you’re not home. Not your fault, obviously. He hadn’t hinted you were doing anything special, and you’re not obligated to keep him abreast of your comings and goings no matter how much Sirius wishes you would right this moment. He’d caved and called your work a few minutes ago, worried about you, but there’d been no answer. Your office is closed for the day.
He nearly jumps out of his chair when you come in, a cold wind coming with you before you shut the door on it.
“Fuck.” You give a shiver, setting two drink containers down on the counter before starting to pull off your coat. Your hair is wind-whipped and your lips look chapped. Sirius has a suspicion that if he pinched the tip of your nose it’d be frozen solid. “It is gusty out there.”
“What happened to you?” Despite his best intentions, there’s a bit of accusation in Sirius’ tone. “Did you go somewhere after work?”
“It’s so—” You laugh, taking off your shoes. “It’s so stupid, honestly. But in my defense, I had no idea how long it would take.”
“How long what would take?”
“Okay, you know how—wait.” You look around, noting the candles and the set table. “Did we have plans?”
Sirius winces. “No. We didn’t. This was…impromptu. It was going to be a surprise.”
“Did you make dinner?”
“Well, it’s cold now.”
Your lips part, crestfallen. “Oh. Sirius, baby,” you breathe, moving towards him, “I’m sorry. I’d have come straight home if I’d known.”
“I know,” he says, fighting his own umbrage at the humiliating blunder. “I didn’t tell you. It’s fine.”
“But you made—”
“Would you just—really, it’s okay.” Sirius uses your hands to pull you down into the chair next to him. “Just tell me what happened.”
You still look miserable—really not what Sirius had hoped for tonight—but you start to explain again. “You know how you were obsessed with those salted caramel hot cocoas that one coffee shop had?”
Sirius feels his eyebrow lift. This feels like an odd place to start. “Yeah. The one that they sold out of after two weeks?”
“Right,” you say weakly. “They said it was because they had troubles with the vendor and ran out of the syrup.”
“Yeah…”
“Well, it turns out there’s more than one of that particular coffee shop. This girl at my work was talking about this salted caramel hot cocoa she’d tried, and she said she got it at another location of the same place. They’re, like, a local chain or something.”
You’re still looking guiltily at the cold plate of food beside you, but you’re picking up steam now, talking more animatedly and fishing a tube of lip balm out of your pocket as you tell the story.
“So, I looked it up and it turned out there was one right close to my work. I figured that had to be the place she got it, so I went down there to snag one after I got off.” You smear lip balm on while you speak, Sirius’ attention captivated by the movement. “I waited in this whole long line, and when I got up there the guy said the same thing they told you at the other place. They hadn’t had it for months.
So I called my friend from work, and apparently there are actually three locations and she’d gotten it from the one near her flat. And her flat was totally across town, but I figured I’d already waited in line, why not just commit? So I took the bus down there and…”
You stand, going to the counter to retrieve the drink containers you’d come in with. Sirius had forgotten about them.
“...got us these.” You pass one to him. “The guy said hardly anyone ever orders them there, for some reason. I got him to sell me a thing of the syrup, too.” You point with your chin to the counter. “It’s in my bag. I thought we could try to make our own, even if they’re not quite as good.”
Sirius is appalled. “You spent over an hour after work running across town…to get me a hot cocoa?”
You smile sheepishly. “I told you it was stupid.”
“Are you kidding me?” He sets his hot cocoa down on the table, taking your face between his hands and kissing you ardently. “I love you.”
He knows your eyes are open without having to open his. When he does, pulling away from you gently, your lips stay parted.
“Sirius,” you say slowly, the way you might talk to a wild animal, “it’s only cocoa.”
He grins, a nervous tic. “I realize that makes the whole sentiment sound rather conditional, but it’s not really.”
“Do you really mean it?” you almost whisper.
Sirius swallows. In his head, blurting it out involved much less explaining. This seems like that vulnerability thing James warned him about.
“Yes,” he says. Forces himself to do it without fanfare. “Of course I meant it. Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
“It just seems like the sort of thing you might say on a whim,” you admit. Later, Sirius thinks, you might laugh about how close to the truth you really were. You look bashful now, shrinking in on yourself and lip dimpling like you’re biting down on a smile. He chooses to interpret this as a good sign.
“It’s not a whim,” he reassures you. “It’s…I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He cracks a smile, grateful when you let yours loose too. “Felt like you ought to know.”
You give a little laugh. “Is that why you made dinner?”
“Not my best plan. We can blame James.”
“James knew?”
“Well, I—” Truthfully, there’s not much that goes through Sirius’ head that James doesn’t hear about. Usually immediately. “He’s got some more practice with this stuff than I do. You know, considering he’s been professing his love to Evans since he was about eleven years old.”
You’re still smiling. A private, amused sort of smile. “So you consulted with him.”
Fuck. Now Sirius feels about eleven years old. “Humiliating, isn’t it?”
“No.” You wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Sweet.”
You kiss him much more nicely than he had you, soft, gentle presses of your freshly moisturized lips. Your hand moves to cup his face.
“Oh,” you mumble. “I love you, too, by the way.”
Sirius lets out a relieved bark of laughter, too loud and too sharp. “Good to know,” he says. “Thanks.”
You laugh, too. “Sorry I forgot to say it. Fuck, I really ruined your confession every way imaginable, didn’t I?”
“That’s okay.” Sirius leans back in. “I ruined it first.”
hi!! 💖 could i please request some popular outgoing sirius x introverted shy/awkward reader. thank you!!
Thanks for requesting lovely <3
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
Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 445 words
It's a sunny, balmy day in the midst of an English heat wave when Lily decides, "We should make a friend with a boat."
"We should make a friend with a pool," says Marlene. Laying on her stomach on the grass, she turns her head to glare at James and Sirius. "Why don't you have a pool?"
James blinks. "Sorry. How is that our responsibility?"
"You're rich."
"All the space that the Potters could have used for a pool went to the quidditch pitch," Remus reminds them.
Sirius, intentionally missing Remus' disdainful tone, nods. "As it should."
"We could find a pool," says James.
Lily frowns. "It seems like you have to always pay to get into one anymore."
"Well, that's not strictly true, is it?" Sirius bumps your shoulder, grinning with conspiratorial pride.
You shrink as the attention of the group settles collectively on you.
"Tell us about that spot you found." Sirius hesitates. "Uh, unless it was meant to be a secret."
You cringe. "Well, no—"
"Shit. Sorry, gorgeous."
"It's fine." Heat prickles in your face, but you force yourself to speak loud enough that they can hear you. "I've been swimming at the hotel lately. It doesn't seem like they check if you're a guest or not."
"No way." James looks gobsmacked. Behind him, Marlene's brows raise from behind her sunglasses. "That's genius."
"Should we go tomorrow?" asks Lily.
While the rest of the group hatches a plan to infiltrate the pool (which you aren't so confident will work with a large group—the main reason why you were keeping it under wraps), Sirius squeezes your hand encouragingly. You try to supress the smile that takes you, feeling the lingering impressions of eyes on you still, but Sirius catches it.
A kiss lands on your head. You turn to him, eyes blinking wide, but he only grins and does it again.
The heat of the day just keeps getting worse, for you.
"What?" Sirius laughs at you. "You can't expect me to stop if you're going to keep looking so scandalized."
"You just surprised me."
"Well, you shouldn't be surprised." He takes your chin in hand, angling you for a bone-meltingly soft kiss to your lips. "You're stunning, and I'm not made of stone."
You drop your forehead to his shoulder, burning. Sirius' laughter rumbles through him. He palms the back of your head and pulls you closer like he's shielding you.
"I'm just spreading the gospel of your brilliance," he murmurs close to your ear. "Don't know if you heard, but everyone agrees you're a genius now. You ought to be thanking me."
i’m a sucker for anything with sirius being all soft and in love if you fancy writing something like that!! luv u
im a sucker for soft sirius too!! love ya <3
sirius black x reader ✩ 642 words cw: slight allusions to sex
Sirius can hardly believe his luck. There's dust drifting lazily through the room, illuminated by the sunlight coming in through his bedroom window. You're curled beside him, head sinking into the pillow with eyes closed looking moments away from sleep. He sits propped against the headboard, absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair.
The window is open to let in fresh air and cool both of your sweat slicked skin, Sirius listens to the noise on the street – car doors slamming, people laughing, all a steady thrum – with half an ear, his attention drifting back to you.
There isn't a happier man in London.
“Stop.” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.
You don't open your eyes as you raise a hand in what's meant to be an attempt to swat him away. Instead, your palm lands over his hand, trapping it against your head.
Sirius lets out a surprised laugh, bright and boyish. He leans over you, unable to deny himself a better look. Your eyelashes brush your cheek. Your hair mess (thanks largely to him) and you’ve tugged a t-shirt on that sits twisted on your torso. You're lovely.
“What?”
“Playing with m’hair.” you grumble, words slurring together. “I’m gonna fall asleep.”
“You can go to sleep.”
“Can’t. We’re going to the pub, remember?”
Sirius rolls his eyes and, despite your hand still resting over his, resumes the slow stokes through your hair. He can’t believe you care about the pub later while you have each other like this. Stupid pub with stupid friends. He could be here soaking in you.
When he doesn't answer, you open one eye to get a look at him and find yourself not all that surprised to find him looking down at you. His dark hair falls messily but as per usual Sirus looks flawless. Perfect. Beautiful.
“No one will care if we don’t show up.” he says, though even he doesn’t sound convinced.
He slides further down the bed until he’s lying beside you properly, wrapping an arm around your waist and nudging his forehead against yours.
“Yes they will!” you exclaim, pushing away from him but not getting far, “I didn’t hear the end of it last time and–”
Sirius cuts you off with a kiss. His lips are warm, slow, lingering. By the time he pulls away from your lips, he’s already pressing soft kisses across your cheek. They trail across your jaw and down the side of your neck.
Every now and then he nips lightly with his teeth before soothing the spot with another kiss, trying to distract you. It pulls a content sigh from your lips.
When he pulls away, it’s with a smug smile like his convincing couldn't possibly fail. See? It says. Problem solved.
“We have to go.”
Sirius’ face falls and he leans forward to bury his head in the curve of your neck while letting out a dramatic groan. You raise a hand to thread through his hair now, settling at the base of his neck.
He’s mumbling against your skin, incomprehensible words that have the tone of complaint. It makes you smile.
“Fine.” He sighs, lifting his head just enough to look at you again. “What do you wanna eat before we go?”
“Beans on toast?” you ask to tease because you know it’ll make his lovely nose scrunch in disgust. He spent most of his life too posh for it and he still seems it now. Sure enough his face pulls.
“You’re horrible, y’know that?” he says, sitting up just enough to make a show of leaving. He doesn't get far as you slip your arms around his middle, keeping him where he is.
“You love me.”
“I do,” he admits with an exaggerated sigh. “You’re lucky I do.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm.” He nudges his nose against yours, unable to stop smiling. “You minx.”
Hi! I was hoping to request a bodyguard!sirius fic, maybe one where reader is down in the dumps and just gets some comfort from her big but soft bestie? Tyia, I hope you're doing well!
Thank you angel, hope you're doing well too!
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
bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 584 words
You really don't know what's wrong with you. Nothing awful has happened, only unpleasant things. Apparently, ordinary words in a vexed tone are enough to get to you now. You've had an upset brewing in your chest all day since.
Sirius can tell. He's being extra gentle with you. Not that he's not gentle usually, but now even his teasing is all padded edges. You wouldn't always know it by looking at him, but he's good at being a soft place to land.
"You know," he says, standing with his back to you while you change into your pajamas, "when I'm upset, I usually get a tattoo."
You take a moment to skim your gaze over his inked-up arms. "How often are you upset?"
"Fairly often."
"Is that what you think I should do?"
He hums. "I'm supposed to say no, probably, but if you ask me to get the car I can pretend I don't know where we're going."
"Ha." You slip your shirt over your head. When your lotion clicks as you open it, Sirius turns around.
A strand of hair has slipped free of the confines he's subjected the rest to at the back of his head, curving along his cheek. He regards you with a stare that used to appear cool and calculated to you, and it still does, but now you can see the tenderness that lies beneath. Sirius lets you see it.
"Do you need to have a cry?" he asks, whispery, like he wants to protect you from prying ears.
You swallow as, summoned, an urgent heat closes around your throat. "You usually hate it when I cry."
"I'd rather you didn't need to," Sirius admits, "but if it would make you feel better…I think someone more well-adjusted than me might say it's worth a try."
Your mouth tugs. "I think you're perfectly adjusted."
"Tell that to the tattoos."
You hesitate before mumuring, "I'd rather not cry, too."
He nods, and you pretend not to notice that his eyes soften. "Okay. Do you want to go get ice cream instead?"
Now you do smile, if weakly. "Like I'm five?"
"Hey." Sirius levels you with a mock stern look. "Ice cream brings joy to all ages."
"I've just put on my pajamas, though."
"There's no need to change out of them. You'll look stunning either way, so you might as well be comfortable."
Heat spreads to your face now, of a less urgent kind; this always happens when Sirius flirts with you. "You're in regular clothes," you point out.
"I'm in uniform, babe. As much as I'd love to show up in solidarity, I can't get between you and a bullet as quickly with pajama pants flapping around my ankles."
You frown. "Don't joke about that."
"I'm sorry." Sirius uses the apology as an excuse to get you close, winding an arm around your shoulders and stamping a kiss to your head. You focus hard on not melting into him. You really will cry, then. Sirius feels more like home than the home you're in.
"The truth is," he says lowly, "if I were to wear what I actually do to bed, I'd be freezing cold."
You scoff. He gives you a friendly squeeze.
"So?" he coaxes.
You nod, moving with him towards the door. "I'll drive."
He snorts. "You know, that's okay. I'll take this one."
"I'm very sad," you say, looking at him with big eyes. Sirius looks back with quirked lips.
hello!!!! i hope you’re having a lovely day or night when u see this ! can i request sirius where reader is sensitive and very often just needs a tight hug and back rub through the day, and he’s sooo understanding about it and gives her all she needs
just lots of domestic fluff (maybe a drop of hurt/comfort if you’re feeling it)
feel free to ignore as always :3
Thanks for requesting lovely!
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 562 words
It’s just a few minutes after Sirius hears the shower shut off that you’re padding into the living room, wrapped in a towel and arms spread entreatingly. Sirius knows better by now than to let himself get too twisted up about it; he sets the top he’s cropping aside and lets you crawl into his lap. Your wet hair is cold and heavy against his neck.
“What’s gotten into your head, huh?” he asks, pushing his palms into your upper back the way he knows you like. You sigh in response. “I told you you’ve got to stop taking showers. You do too much thinking in there.”
You laugh, but it’s clearly an effort. Your arms constrict together around his shoulders, and Sirius often gets this feeling around you. The urge to put your tender heart in a protective casing and carry it with him everywhere to keep it safe.
He gives you an affectionate jostling. “Out with it,” he demands.
Another sigh, heavier than the last. “I was just thinking about that cat we saw in the shelter.” There’s a downward slope to your voice that Sirius doesn’t like. You squish your face further into his neck. “I just can’t imagine what life is like for him with no eyes.”
Sirius hums, rubbing your back firmly. “I’m sure he’s happy with his new owner.”
“Yeah, but he must be so confused.” You pull away from his shoulder, sniffling.
And Sirius’ apartment is dim, but the frail threads of sunlight still sneaking in through the blinds lay themselves down across your face just so that he can see the tormented glossiness in both of your eyes. He tsks, kissing your nose. Your melancholy only seems to worsen.
“Imagine you can’t see,” you choke out, “and you’ve got people making all this noise at you and touching you all the time. And the only thing you can do is cry to try and get someone’s attention. Wouldn’t you be scared?”
Sirius feels himself frowning. He loves your gentle soul, but he hates that it makes you more susceptible to these hurts. You’ll get your thoughts all tangled up in something like this, and then you won’t be able to relax or be content until you can forget about it. But Sirius likes to think that he knows you fairly well, and he’s got his own methods for helping you through it.
He has this spot memorized. The stretch of skin beneath your jaw and behind your ear, where if he slides his hand into place you’ll let loose a breath and melt against him like butter in the sun. He does it now, and your sigh fans warmly over the inside of his wrist, some of the tension sapping from your expression as you let your head rest in his palm.
Sirius runs his thumb over your jaw. “You’re not going to do him any good by worrying, sweetness,” he says softly. “I just think…the person who adopted him had to have really cared to take on all that responsibility. I’ll bet they love him a lot.”
You worry your lip, looking up at him uncertainly. “Enough to be patient with him even when he’s scared and crying?”
Sirius has to take care to keep his lips from twitching. He smears a kiss across your temple. “Yeah, baby.” He wonders what that’s like.
i’m trying to get back into writing… here’s a remus blurb. i just think he gets really lovesick, truly ):
summary: remus is very sweet on you and everyone seems to know why, but you.
remus lupin x fem!reader 0.6k
When he taps your calf with his shoe to move over in the bar booth, you do, and Sirius finally (albeit thirty minutes late) joins the rest of you.
“Thanks, lovely,” Remus murmurs, sliding your glass over, a trail of drops tracing its path.
You manage a hum as the conversation starts up again and try to ignore how your thighs stick to the leather.
“And where were you?” Remus wipes the wet wood with a tissue, yet his attention is turned to Sirius, smiling boyishly.
“Trying to keep tabs on me now, are you?” Sirius grins.
He continues to talk to Sirius and his shoe taps into yours, a steady rhythm that you count in the silence of sipping your cider. And when you finish your drink, you hardly have time to miss it, because his fingers tap on the glass lazily.
“Want another?” he hums.
You nod, “Yes, please. I have change, here.” and Remus’ hand stops yours from reaching into your bag.
“I got it.” he says easily, already moving Sirius to get out of the booth and head to the bar.
Your empty glass follows him, and with that, a laugh from James.
“My glass has been empty and he hasn’t offered me a drink,” he says incredulously.
Sirius barks a laugh, “”Cause you aren’t this sweet little thing, are you now?” And his smile makes you feel as if he could eat you up if you kept holding his gaze. When you glance away, Remus is leaned against the wooden bar, talking to the bartender.
“Stop it, you two are the worst, truly.” Lily waves a hand dismissively, yet the smile on her face says otherwise.
Your thighs pull from the leather as you shift in your seat, and Remus comes back, lanky legs sliding underneath the table to settle next to you again.
“Here you go, dove.” and you can’t help but smile softly at him, especially when he taps your wrist gently when you thank him after.
James’ voice pitches up, “Here you go, dovey. And while we're at it, forget about James.” And he rolls his eyes, grabbing for Remus’ new glass.
“You can get your own, you know.” Remus leans back into the booth, his thigh pressing into yours. His lips are quirked up into a small smile, and he knows what he’s doing; he just doesn’t seem to care.
You pop forward, turning to Remus suddenly, “How much was it?”
He shakes his head, “I already told you, I got it.”
“I don’t mind, really.” You frown slightly, leaning into the table.
Remus grabs for his glass, “I do, really.” and he finishes with a sip.
You lean back with a sigh and he seems pleased, patting your knee gently.
James stands suddenly, grabbing his empty glass. “I’m getting my very, owed-drink now.”
“I bet you are.” Remus hums, haphazardly.
Sirius follows him with a shove to James’ shoulder, and Remus surprisingly follows him.
Once they’re at the bar, Lily leans into the table across from you, grinning.
“He likes you.” she smiles.
“Remus?” Lily nods eagerly, fingers tracing her glass, the condensation catching on her nails.
“I like him too.” you say easily, pressing your fingers into the cold.
“He likes you much more than ‘too’. Don’t be dense.” She narrows her eyes at you, but her smile tells you she’s taking the piss.
“Stop it, Lily.” and you can’t seem to meet her eyes, in fear of there being truth in her words.
The conversation ends there, and all the boys come back, glasses in tow, and a basket of chips following.
“Really, James?” Lily sighs.
“I’m a growing boy, Lils.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into her cheek.
When Remus sits back down, he turns to you, tilting his head. “Drink’s alright, love?”
And with the way your stomach turns, you find maybe you like him a bit more than ‘too’ as well.
Animagus reader who can turn into a niffler and is constantly giving barty her findings because reg would make her return them! They also exclusively wear silver because she likes gold shiny things lol
A Bored Barty
Bartylus x Reader
Summary: Barty is bored, alone in his dorm room- until his darling treasure brings him a treasure of her own.
WC: 1.1k
CW: Nothing really. Kisses used as weapons of war. Dont write for Regulus much so forgive me ( Art cred: kprk_pkrs on Twitter)
Barty was bored.
A dangerous thing, really.
He laid sprawled across his bed, one arm hanging off the side, tossing a small, silver knut into the air, catching it, then throwing it again. He had already read through all the interesting books in the dorm, bothered his least favorite housemate, and debated sneaking into Slughorn’s stash for a bit of fun. But even that felt like too much effort.
He sighed dramatically, letting his head loll to the side. The dorm was still, the air thick with the kind of midday lull that made his skin itch- drew you down to this unbearable tired. He needed something. A spark. A game. A bit of madness to wake his bones.
And then-
A soft, skittering sound at the doorway. Tiny claws against stone. A flicker of movement in the corner of his vision.
Barty turned his head sharply, and his entire mood shifted instantly the second he saw that familiar teal coat.
“Oh, there’s my girl,” He purred, pushing himself up on his elbows as you- small, sleek, and utterly adorable in your niffler form- scurried towards him with purpose.
A purpose that gleamed between your paws.
Barty let out a delighted, wicked little laugh, eyes gleaming with manic glee as you proudly presented your newest prize- a golden ring, ornate and entirely not yours.
“Well, well, well,” He cooed, sitting up fully and reaching out to pluck it from your grasp. He examined it between his fingers, tilting his head as he recognized the engravings. “Now, this is entirely too big for you, innit?”
He grinned. You grinned (or, at least, you looked quite pleased with yourself). Preened? You preened.
Then-
The door slammed open.
Barty didn’t even flinch. If anything, his day had just gotten much better.
Because there, standing in the doorway, looking half-feral and wholly pissed, was Regulus.
Barty could kiss you for this. Truly, he could. And, in fact, he might.
Because what was better than both of his partners being in the same room? A pissed off Reg.
“You,” Regulus growled, storming forward, shoulders tense, hair slightly out of place like he had run here. “Tell me you did not let her steal from Avery of all people.”
Oh he just adored you.
Barty just tilted his head, considering. Then he smirked. “Define ‘let.’”
Regulus made an exasperated sound, reaching for the ring in Barty’s hand.
Barty, quick as a viper, yanked him down by the collar.
Regulus barely had time to blink before Barty’s mouth was on his, stealing away every single ounce of righteous anger in one swift, practiced move.
Regulus, like the absolute fool that he was, immediately squeezed his eyes shut. Barty always found it the cutest thing- Regulus unable to help himself. As natural as a moody cat flicking its tail, as a lion roars and as a cougar stalks- Regulus Black closed his eyes for kisses.
Barty smirked against his lips. Eying the cute way his nose scrunched up and he let out a sound close to a whine- protests he never truly meant. The adorable sight complete with him reaching for Barty’s pockets; already knowing what Barty was up to.
And somehow? His free hand still slipped the ring into his pocket without obstacle.
You, still perched on the bed, let out a soft hum of approval, tail flicking as you watched with an utterly smug sort of delight.
Barty deepened the kiss for just a moment- long enough to enjoy the soft, reluctant way Regulus gave in before he pulled back with a smirk.
“What was that you were saying, love?” He purred, tapping Regulus’s chin lightly with his fingers. “Something about our dear ol’ Avery?”
Regulus huffed, eyes fluttering open, already scowling as he reached for Barty’s pocket again. “Give. It. Back.”
Barty grinned. “Give what back?”
Regulus glared. “The ring, Barty.”
“The ring?” Barty echoed, feigning confusion. He patted his chest, then his sides, then even made a show of checking under the pillow. “Hm. Don’t seem to have it.”
“You-” Regulus cut himself off, jaw tightening. Then his sharp gaze flickered to you, still perched happily on the bed, tail flicking with amusement.
“And you,” he accused. “You know exactly what you did.”
You tilted your head, ears twitching, looking every bit the picture of innocent curiosity.
Barty’s grin only widened. “Oh, come on, Reg,” he drawled, fingers lazily tracing circles on Regulus’s waist where he still had him held close. “Look at that face- does that look like the face of a thief?”
Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to summon the patience of Merlin himself.
“Turn back,” Barty said suddenly, looking at you now, voice smug and expectant.
You blinked up at him.
“Go on, love,” he coaxed, a lilt of challenge in his tone. “Let’s see those totally empty pockets of yours, shall we?”
For a moment, you debated staying in your niffler form- safe, small, and easy to scamper away if things got sticky. Barty looked ready to bite- Regulus too. But both were looking at you like they already knew.
With a soft huff, you shifted back into your human form- warm magic rippling over your body as you transformed.
Barty let out a bark of delighted laughter the second he saw you.
Because, oh, you were full of it.
Your pockets bulged comically, weighed down with far too many treasures- little trinkets and stolen baubles pressing against the fabric, revealing shapes of coins, buttons, and Merlin knew what else.
Regulus made an outright wounded noise. “Oh, for Salazar’s sake-”
Barty grabbed your wrist and yanked you down into his lap, laughing as he did so. “You absolute menace,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you tight. “Not a dull moment with you, hm?”
You wriggled slightly, but Barty just adjusted, pulling Regulus down with you in one smooth, easy move- trapping you both in his arms. Regulus made a sound of protest, but it was weak at best, his cheek pressed against your temple, caught between exasperation and reluctant affection.
Barty smirked against your hair. “Now,” he murmured, voice slow, teasing, “should we even bother to check her pockets? Or should we just accept the fact that our little niffler is a bloody menace and move on?”
Regulus groaned into your shoulder. “You both drive me mad.”
Barty just laughed, pleased as anything, nuzzling shamelessly against the two of you as you let out a small, smug hum of victory.
Because in a few hours, Regulus would make you empty your pockets and identify whose riches were whose. He’d likely scold you but give up half way through when he sees those pretty eyes of yours gloss.
He’d make you return them and Barty would be alone in his room again. Waiting.
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
Remus buries his face in your shoulder when he comes. He holds you with a hand on the inside of your knee, squeezing, and there’s a bubble in your chest fit to bursting. He smears a kiss onto your neck.
For a few moments, it’s only your panting breaths, somehow louder than they seemed before. Your throat warms and tightens. The first tear that slips down your cheek settles in Remus’ hair.
You blink, flustered when it only provokes another. They fall in discordant rhythm, one from one eye and two from the other.
Blissfully ignorant, Remus makes a low, satisfied sound and kisses up your neck. You weave your fingers into the overgrown hair above his ear. When he works his way under your jaw, he pauses.
Remus draws back, wetting his lips. Salt.
“What’s this about?” He kisses your cheek, tender.
You shake your head and dash the tears from the other side of your face. Remus tuts, catching your hand.
“You alright?” he asks, his voice hardly a murmur. Fingers lacing through yours.
“Yeah, sorry.” You take a breath. But your throat closes around it, heat behind your eyes. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah?” Remus’ eyes take you in, uncritical in their assessment. “C’mere, sweetheart.”
You don’t need much more coaxing to sit up into Remus’ embrace. He maneuvers you both upright, moving carefully out of you but keeping you in his lap as he rubs up and down on your back.
You wind your arms around Remus’ neck and hold tight.
After a while, his rubbing moves to your side, then your hip, then your leg. Slow, conscientious.
“I’m okay,” you tell him.
Remus hums, turning his head to kiss your face. “Nothing hurts?”
You shake your head.
“Anything I can do?”
You shake your head again.
Remus rubs your leg some more. It turns to gentle patting, a soothing rhythm as he waits for you to say more.
“I think it was just…” You take a deep breath. “A lot. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl,” he chides lightly. “That makes sense. You’re alright.”
“I think it’s done now.”
Remus laughs. It’s almost like a laugh, at least—a huffed exhale, and a twitch you can feel in his shoulders. “Why don’t we just stay here for a while, hm?”
“We don’t have to. I’m okay.”
He draws back, brows raised. His honey-brown eyes aren’t as concerned as you left them, but the tenderness is just the same. “Have you got somewhere to be?” he asks with lips lifting.
You can’t help but fluster when he looks at you like that. “No.”
“Mm, thought not.”
“But I did tell my boyfriend I’d switch the laundry to the dryer.”
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?”
“I’m fine here,” you say. Doing your best to appear happy and content and also to not lay yourself down in the puddle forming at his feet.
Sirius frowns and sits beside you. His hip and arm press to yours as you make room for him on your towel. You nearly sigh when the ends of his hair drip water onto your shoulder. You think perhaps Sirius notices anyway for the worried look he gives you.
“Come get in the water with us,” he says.
“I’m good.”
“You look like you’re going to pass out.” Sirius works a hand behind your neck, lifting the hair from your nape. When he touches his knuckles to your hot skin, the cool of them makes you exhale, and his frown only worsens. “Lovely, you’re overheating. Just take off the shirt and get in.”
You lean your head on his shoulder. More than a little self-pity makes its way into your voice when you say, “I don’t want to.”
“Why?” asks Sirius, though he knows. You know he knows, not only because you’ve told him but because of the look he gives you, one part sad and two parts angry. You know the latter isn’t for you. “You’ve got nothing to hide. You’re gorgeous. Like, knock-me-off-my-feet stunning. You know that.”
You know that Sirius thinks so. He’s told you often enough, and while Sirius is a good liar when he wants to be you can tell when he’s being earnest. You don’t know who you made a deal with in a past life for the most exquisite man you’ve ever seen to call you beautiful and mean it, but whatever price they set couldn’t have been high enough. Nevertheless, not everyone sees you through Sirius’ rose-colored glasses.
You say something you’ll only ever admit to him. “I don’t feel like it. I don’t want everyone to see me.”
His lips collect in a little purse on one side of his mouth. “No?”
You shrug, murmuring, “Sorry.”
“Shut up, don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” He stamps a kiss on your head, then leans his cheek there, pensive. You continue basking in the relief of his skin on yours, still cool from the lake. “Alright. What if I told you I had a plan?”
Ordinarily, you don’t condone any plans Sirius has that haven’t been formed with James to temper him, but this one actually doesn’t sound so bad.
A short minute later, your shirt is being forcibly shucked off and you’re hoisted into Sirius’ arms. You gasp, clinging to him as he bounds towards the water, your front pressed close to his. Sirius looses a whoop once he’s waist-deep and jumps in to submerge you both.
You laugh under the water. Bubbles of mirth float to the surface, and you chase them up, breaking through with your hair plastered to your shoulders and Sirius’ smiling face in front of you. The worst of your insecurities stay obscured by the waves.
“Oh, foul play!” James cries.
He and Marlene attack on your behalf, unloading their squirt guns on your boyfriend. Sirius grabs you to put you in front of him.
Lily calls your name. “Come sit here with us,” she beckons. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Oi!” Sirius flips her off, and Lily does it right back. He mutters into your neck, “Don’t listen to her, gorgeous, she’s always had it out for me.”
You smile, shrugging at Lily apologetically. “Thanks, but I’ll stay.”
“Ha! See?” Sirius winks at Lily before mushing a kiss to your cheek. “She loves her tormentor.”
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