sirene aux cheveux grichoux

19 | MDNI obsessed with a fictional wizard's dead dad

[siriuslyjailed]

☘︎ ݁˖ Emanuelle/Lou 💒 she/her 🍰 18 🌷gemini 🪐 hufflepuff🕯️infp .☘︎ ݁˖

༄.° Mermaid in a past life ༄.°

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[fawnpalmer]

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

[sabxynsweet]

hi there i hope all is well! i was wondering if i could please request something with boyfriend!mattheo x sweetheart!reader where she just got some super glittery body oil and she tried it out for the first time, and keeps it as an after shower care staple, but you can see the actual shimmer in her during the day. like mattheo is lowkey wondering why she’s shimmering golden glitter literally from her neck to her toes but of course he still finds it cute. this is lowkey inspired by the new saltair golden hour shimmer body oil i got cause i put it on and i thought of sweetheart!reader bc it was so mesmerizing and shimmery, it literally has me feeling like a golden glittered edward cullen i love it and can see sweetheart loving it too.

sweetheart!reader gets body glitter & mattheo loves it

this is ADORABLE and SO ME AS WELL. my roommate begged me to stop using body glitter because it’s all over our bathroom… i hope u like this lovely !! stay glittery hehe

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In Disney movies, the princesses typically wake up with perfect hair surrounded by singing birds and flowers.

That's exactly how you feel this Saturday morning. Though, instead of waking up to birds and flowers, you wake up to a text from Mattheo and a package outside of your door. Which is just as lovely, you think.

mattheo ♥︎ | 8:07 am good morning sweetheart omw to quidditch training rn, see you later at 12? i love you have a good day <3

You smile and lift your phone to your face, sending him a lazy selfie, bed head and all.

You open your door and slide the package inside before quickly cutting it open with barely contained excitement. Inside is the brand new body glitter you had ordered on a whim a few weeks ago, you've been impatiently tracking that package on your phone ever since. Now that it's finally here, you waste no time in trying it. It motivates you to start your day immediately.

So, after a nice shower and drying your hair halfway through, you dispense a few shimmery drops of the oil and rub it onto your chest, then your arms, then your legs — until you (and your bathroom) are covered head to toe in glitter. You do a once over in the mirror, smiling to yourself when the glitter on your skin catches the light just right.

You slip back into your pyjamas — an old band t-shirt of Mattheo's and your cute pink flowery shorts, the colours and aesthetics clash so hard it almost works — before making your way to the fairly empty kitchen, preparing to make lunch for you and Mattheo.

Meanwhile, Mattheo takes long strides to the Hufflepuff common room. The selfie you had sent earlier serves as motivation to get to you as fast as he can after his shower despite the aches in his sore body.

Finally, after a whisper of the password you shared with him, he pushes the door open to the sight of your back to his, standing over a pot. You haven't noticed him yet, too focused on what you're doing, and he takes the opportunity to watch you.

Even undone — no makeup, hair still damp, still in your pyjamas — he finds you so beautiful it almost hurts. His eyes trace over your body in the purest way, smiling at the sight of your heel tapping against the floor to the music playing on your phone.

God, he's so in love with you even your skin looks extra shiny.

"Honey, I'm home." He teases from behind you, you turn to look at him with a wide smile and his heart squeezes.

"Hi." You smile, gesturing for him to take a seat. He does so eventually but not before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. "How was quidditch?"

"Same old, how was your morning, baby?" He says as you pour creamy pasta from the pot into two different plates, setting them down in front of him. He thanks you gratefully before immediately digging in.

You really should find it disgusting how he eats like a wild dog but, frankly, you can't seem to find him anything but endearing.

You tell him about the dream you had and a movie you want to watch with him, hands moving around animatedly while you talk. He watches you, nodding and chiming in occasionally.

He examines your arms. Maybe your sparkly skin is not just a product of love clouding his vision. Still, he doesn't bother mentioning it, not until the two of you are done with your lunch and he's doing the dishes while you sit on the counter with a dish towel, ready to dry them.

"It was really good, sweetheart, I love your cooking." He says, scrubbing at the plates.

"I know! I think I'm getting pretty good... am I Gordon Ramsay or what?" You say before frowning. "No, I'm not very mean, I couldn't stomach yelling at other chefs, I can't be him."

He turns to you, raising his eyebrows. "Right, your sweetness is the only thing that makes you different from Gordon Ramsay."

The two of you make it back to your dorm. In this light, the shimmer on your body is very prominent and he can't help himself from finally asking.

"Sweetheart?" He says with amusement, taking you in. "How are you... glittery?"

You beam at him, doing a twirl. "I got body glitter!" You squeal. "Do you like it?"

"I do." He says with a soft grin. He watches as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror behind you, watching your skin glitter and shine as you sway back and fourth. God, she's so fucking cute. He thinks to himself. "When did you get it?"

"Just this morning." You say, smiling. "You can totally borrow it if you want."

He huffs out a laugh, snaking an arm around your waist.

"Thanks sweetheart." He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth making you smile, you wrap your own arms around his shoulders, no doubt transferring glitter onto his shirt.

"My little vampire." Mattheo mumbles against your collarbone, you laugh.

"What?" You ask, he smirks against your skin.

"This is the skin of a killer, Bella." He recites, you gasp.

"How do you know that?" You say delighted as he presses kisses along your glittery skin.

"You forced me to watch Twilight before we started dating, remember?" He muses.

"You're right, I did do that!" You smile, remembering the perpetual frown on his face while he criticised the realism of the plot. ("He just breaks into her room without asking her and watches her sleep? Isn't that kind of fucked up?" 'No, Mattheo, it was romantic at the time. Besides, he's kind of you coded.")

"You really paid attention." You murmur happily before gasping when you feel his teeth graze your skin.

"Mattheo!" You scold breathlessly, letting out a little giggle.

"What? That's what vampires do."

"No but I'm the shiny vampire." You laugh. "I'm supposed to bite you."

He pulls away and looks down at you with a grin, he gently pushes you against a wall.

"Be my guest." He murmurs.

By the end of the afternoon, glitter sticks onto Mattheo's body as well.

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[luveline]

mean dom Sirius making you ride his thigh while he's working 😩

hi someone else asked for mean sirius with aftercare so i smushed them together and it got a bit long my bad <3 18+ please smut warning (mean!sirius thigh riding)

"You wanna play?" you ask. 

Sirius is sitting in the office behind his desk, eyes on the computer screen. He raises his eyebrows but doesn't look up at your question.

"What kind of play?" he asks, distracted. 

You step from foot to foot. "Kind where you're mean." 

He looks up, gives you a soft look, edged in excitement but apology. "I'm a little busy."

"Please?" 

He hums and the light coming from his desktop dims. "You know your alerts?" You reel off your safe words and instructions and he nods. "Good job. Come sit here, then."

You round the desk and he tucks you over his thigh. Just one. Your arms settle over his shoulders and you lean your face into his chest. He's surprisingly nice, his hand behind your back as he clicks the mouse. You sit there for a little while, waiting for him to do something or say something, shifting to get comfy over his thigh. 

"Stop wiggling." 

"Thought we were gonna play," you murmur. 

"We are," he says softly, cupping the back of your head. "Now shut up, doll. I'm working." 

His change in demeanour is quick. It makes your tummy burn. He goes back to his computer. You hold your breath for a little while, and then decide it will be worth it either way to pester him. 

"Sirius, I want-"

"What did I just say?" he asks, pushing you away from his chest cruelly. His fingers dig into your shoulder. "You want? Since when do I care what you want?" He doesn't sound entirely mean, the hint of a joking undertone to his words.

"You do care." 

"Uh tu tu. Shut up, I'm serious." 

"I know-" you do, you would've said, but he squeezes your shoulder hard enough to make you gasp. 

"They couldn't fill a bottle cap with what you know, pretty girl. Last warning." 

You hide your smile with a pout and stare at his impassive face. He goes back to his screen like nothing has happened and you fiddle with the end of his shirt, pulling it up to show a small slice of his tanned skin. You scratch at it with your fingernail lightly, waiting for him to wrap up whatever it is he's doing that's so important. 

You sit on his leg, growing more and more wound up, knowing there'll be evidence of your arousal if he goes looking and that he's going to take the piss out of you when he does. 

The hand on your back moves slowly over to your hip. You feel every millimetre of his hand as it slides and are acutely attuned to the minimal pressure he applies, sliding forward obligingly, as close as you can get. The friction isn't quite enough. 

You frown. Sirius smirks. His changed expression is enough to realise what kind of game you're playing. His grip on your waist is tight. 

"Can I take my clothes off?" you ask.

Sirius ignores you, closing out of his computer. Your heart ticks up your ears as he does, wanting his attention badly.

"If you'd been quiet like I asked you to, I might've let you." He leans back in his chair. "Obviously you don't care to do what I've asked you to do, so I don't think I'm feeling very helpful either. Your clothes stay on.

"But…" Sirius lifts his head, looking down at you with little emotion. "I'm not unreasonable. You can get yourself off, if you like." 

You know your eyebrows have pinched up sulkily, know he's waiting for you to move. You lean back in the cage of his arm and bring a trembling hand to the apex of your thighs. 

Sirius drops his arms and puts them behind his head, biting back a smile. "Put your hands on my shoulders." 

"How can I-" 

"I'm starting to get really annoyed with you, sweetheart." 

You put your hands on his shoulders, waiting for another instruction. He rolls his eyes and jogs his leg expectantly. "Go on, then." 

His watching makes you nervous. He seems bored. You roll your hips over his leg, clumsily at first and then with a better rhythm. To feel any pleasure you have to exert yourself, and soon you're panting as quietly as you can, the rough material of his trousers brushing against your leggings and silky underwear, sparks shooting from your cunt into your stomach.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he lets you, clinging to him for dear life as you grind against him. You start to say something and promptly stop yourself, lips opening and closing over his skin. 

He must feel sorry for you, his arm coming down against your back, holding you in place. Your legs are aching and your neediness grows. You whimper your frustration. 

"You want my help?" he asks. 

You don't think there's a right answer to his question.

"You don't?" 

"Please." 

He seems pleased, hands coming to your hips, face hooked under your jaw. He pulls you in quick and pushes you away quicker, faster and firmer than you'd been. 

"You're pathetic," he murmurs gently, the words like a lash against your neck. He kisses you slowly, lips light and sweet over your skin, and in between kind kisses, "S'fucking pathetic," hot on your skin, "silly girl can't listen," a hint of teeth, "not a lick of fucking patience," a soothing brush of his damp lips, "and can't get herself off.

"What use do you have, baby?" he asks, seeming genuinely interested in the answer as he pulls away. He strokes your hair out of your face roughly.

You struggle to speak at first, chasing pleasure, distracted by the bruising grip of his fingers. 

"Well?" 

You don't know what to say, stammering, "I'm- I can listen. I listen." 

"Do you? If I told you to make yourself cum in my lap, could you?" 

You nod though you're not confident. You watch a flicker of conflict disappear from his features as he takes your face into his hand, dragging your cunt slowly down into his leg, which has begun to bounce beneath you. 

"No, you couldn't," he says smugly, pinching your cheek until tears well up. "You need me." You're nodding before he even asks, "Don't you? Oh, you do, huh? Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought. Here, let's get these bottoms off of you." 

You stand up quickly and he undresses you with little fanfare and no praise, sitting you down again on his leg. He flicks at your soft breasts until they're aching, sliding a hard nipple between his fingers and pinching until you're miserable, eyes down, taking shallow breaths. 

Sirius slaps your face gently. A pat more than anything but you jump, eyes quick to his. 

His own narrow. "Tears?" 

You sniffle. "No." 

He takes your chin into his hand, cheeks barely squeezed by his thumb and index finger, holding you in place. "You're mine to mess with, you know that?"  

"Yes." 

"Poor girl," he says. 

His sympathy gives you chills, the hairs on your arms standing up. He sits up properly and you wrap yourself around his neck, face pressed into his collarbone for affection you haven't been given permission for. 

His hand pushes between your bodies to find your clit, thumb brushing over the skin in straight lines, up and up and up. You shudder at the feeling, the contact enough that your high finally builds. He notices your thighs as they tighten around his, pushing into your clit properly until you're biting your hand where it's slung over his neck to stop from mewling. 

His nose in your hair, he says, "You wanna cum?" 

"Yes," you say, then quickly, "please! Please." 

He makes you cum without saying much else, steadying you when you squirm away from his touch, abruptly overstimulated as you reach your high. 

"Thank you," you say wetly, bent over on his leg, the top of your head touching his ribs and your hands tensed at his shoulders. 

"You're welcome." There's a very small silence. "That's blue for me, sweet girl. Okay?" 

You look up at him. Blue means that everything is okay but he wants to stop for the time being.

You nod quickly. "Of course," you say hoarsely. You're feeling pretty blue yourself.

"Don't get me wrong, I love to tease you but you looked so sad," he chuckles lightly, kicking his leg to pull you in closer. He helps you slide your leg over his other thigh so you can take the strain off and sit in his lap. "I just wanted to give you a kiss." 

"You still want one?" you ask hopefully, wiping your tears away quickly with the back of your hand. 

He grins, the tip of his pert nose bumping into yours as he ducks in for a small peck that slowly blossoms into a gentle, open-mouthed affair that turns you to jelly in his arms, hands flat against his tummy. 

He rubs his thumb over your cheek lovingly and pulls away, looking over you assessingly. "You had fun?" 

"I did." 

"Didn't go too far?" 

"No, sir. Did you have fun?" you ask, head pressed to his shoulder to gaze up at him adoringly. 

He rubs your shoulder blade. It's soothing. "I had too much fun. You're not the only one who made a mess." 

You beam at him. "Really?" 

"I couldn't fucking speak." 

The idea that he came in his pants from your ridiculous antics makes you want to bathe him in love and affection and so you do, hand cupping his cheek, scraping over scratchy stubble. You're careful not to brush against his cock as you cuddle in, knowing he's likely very sensitive right now. 

"That's so cute. I'm in love with you," you say lightly.

He snorts, head falling against his shoulder. "I should hope so, sweetness. I feel the same way." 

You hum and stroke his face. He hugs you. It's a messy, sweaty bliss. 

"You're brilliant," he says, clipping under your chin with his finger quickly. "Smart, patient. Not useless at all, don't listen to that prick." 

"I never do," you say easily. 

[sleepwalkletters]

Draco who likes to playfully hump you. 18+

And no—not even for sex.

You’d be bent over in the kitchen, picking up something you’d dropped or peering into the pan, when suddenly—

You gasp at the sharp snap of his hips against your upturned ass, nearly pitching you forward. You had to brace your palms flat on the counter.

“Hey!”

Before he simply laughs, wandering off.

Or in bed, when he’s draped lazily on top of you like you were a pillow, drowsily sucking on your tongue.

“Mmmm..” Murmuring and humming as he went. His little night cap before going to sleep.

When your thigh, tangled with his legs, grows hot against the half-hard thickness pressing—no, dragging—against it.

And he'd keep going on and on. Languidly grinding with his mouth devotedly slipping against yours until they bruised and you grew dizzy and hot. And wet.

“Do you want to fuck or not?” Sexual frustration blunting your voice.

“No.” He'd say with a scoff, looking unbearably smug.

Thereafter, his hand slides up your waist almost affectionately while his hips give another heady roll against your thigh, watching your face twist hotter and meaner under him.

“Just this turns you on?”

You nearly call him an asshole.

But you’d stopped yourself because you knew he was just like this.

Touchy. Playful with his affection.

To him, it's the same as pulling you into his lap or rubbing his nose against your cheek or squeezing your breasts for comfort.

It was the constant instinctive need to just feel you.

Heart-achingly loving. And annoyingly innocent.

You’d have to bite your tongue, then, at your teasing boyfriend who was all sleepy hips, needy little kisses and mindless friction.

And your libido suffers for it.

[dismalflo]

touch

poly!moonwater x reader who doesn't know how to ask for what they need ✩ 911 words

summary: Being comfortable in a new relationship is hard, especially when your unsure of how to ask for what you crave - touch.

cw: fluff, comfort, newly established relationship, touch starved reader

an: first poly!moonwater work because i love them ahh

You’re tucked into the corner of the sofa, a blanket draped over your legs, eyes aimed at the TV—but you’re not really watching. Not properly. Your mind keeps drifting, snagging on the narrow space between your foot and Regulus’ thigh. The few inches might as well be miles.

They’ve been together far longer than you’ve been in the picture. There’s a rhythm to the way they move around each other, a seamless, quiet understanding you haven’t quite caught up to. It’s not that they’re always physical with each other—they're both careful with touch—but when one of them reaches out, the other always seems to know how to meet them halfway. It's natural. Intuitive. And you can't help but feel a step behind.

You know it’ll come with time. That closeness. That ease. But right now, you’re stuck in your own head. You don’t know how to ask for what you need without sounding needy. You’re scared that wanting something so gentle—so simple—might come across as selfish. And worse: you’re terrified of how much it would hurt if they pulled away.

A soft shuffle pulls you from your thoughts. Remus enters the room carrying a plate of snacks, setting them on the table. If only he could hear the noise inside your head. But you don’t say anything. Can’t.

“Are you okay, dove?” Remus asks, voice low and gentle as his eyes land on you. They soften immediately. He sees you. “You look a bit pale.”

You nod automatically, not trusting your voice, and Regulus hums inquisitively before moving. His hand reaches for your forehead without hesitation, fingers cool against your skin. You freeze—not because you don’t want it, but because you want it too much. Your body stiffens, like you’re afraid any movement might scare him off.

He won’t pull away, you remind yourself. He’s your boyfriend. He loves you. They both do. But the fear still lingers, soft and persistent.

When his touch finally lands, it’s grounding. Your shoulders sag under the weight of relief, tension uncoiling from your spine. Regulus’ brows draw together, concern written across his sharp features as he glances toward Remus, silently asking is something wrong?

Remus catches your eye again, and you flush under the attention. Your face burns, caught in that spotlight of care.

“Come here, lovely,” Remus says gently, rising from the chair he’d just settled into. The offer is quiet, but it opens a door.

You don’t think—you just go.

He gathers you into his arms the second you reach him, pulling you in without question. His embrace is warm and steady, and the moment your body touches his, something inside you clicks into place. You hold on tight, fingers curling into the back of his jumper like you might fall apart if you don’t.

“Hmm,” Remus hums, mostly to himself. “Thought so.” He kisses your forehead softly, his lips lingering for a beat longer than necessary.

Regulus, watching from the couch, tilts his head. He’s catching on too. “Have we not been giving you enough attention, amour?” he asks, voice laced with both concern and a teasing edge. Not mocking—never mocking—just wanting to make it easier to answer.

You shake your head too quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” The words stick in your throat, fragile and knotted.

Remus gently tilts your chin up, coaxing your gaze to his. “Just what, darling?”

You exhale, shaky and small. “I know you don’t always want touch. And I don’t want to ask if it’s not… something you want.”

Regulus doesn’t hesitate. “We like it when it’s with you.” His voice is firm, steady—like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. “You don’t have to question that.”

Your breath catches at the certainty in his voice. You glance between them, finding nothing but softness and love in their expressions.

“You never have to be afraid to ask for affection,” Remus says, brushing your hair gently from your face. “We want to know what you need, so we can give it to you.”

His hands cup your face then, holding you like you’re precious. Like you’re theirs.

“We want to love you the way you need to be loved,” he adds, and the words settle into the quiet places of your heart, chasing away the doubt that had nested there.

You nod slowly, your body growing heavier with the kind of relief that makes you feel lighter all at once.

Without needing to speak, Remus guides you back toward the sofa where Regulus waits, arms already open. You sink between them easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Remus presses a kiss to your temple, his lips warm and reassuring, while Regulus rests his chin on your head, one hand stroking your arm in gentle, soothing passes.

“Is this alright?” Remus murmurs, voice barely audible.

You nod, voice catching with emotion. “Yeah… it’s perfect.”

Regulus smiles against your hair. “Good,” he whispers, and you can feel the truth in it

The TV hums in the background, but none of you are really watching. You’re wrapped in their arms, surrounded by warmth and steady breaths and the kind of love that asks nothing but gives everything.

And when Regulus leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and Remus rests his hand on your thigh in quiet comfort, it’s not about proving anything—it’s just them loving you, completely and deliberately, the way you never have to ask for again.

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[heaven4lostgirls]

Hi honey! How are you? Can I request a Barty fic where he is in love with an avoidant reader and even though they love him as well they keep running away, and Barty keeps pursuing them

pairing: barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: request above!

warnings: none xx

word count: 1.2K

author's note: hi lovely!! i'm great thank you, how are you? thank you for this lovely request! i hope you like this, feel free to send through any other requests you might haved!

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was something wrong with Barty. Something very deeply and cognitively wrong with the raven haired boy.

You had been quite adamant in your refusal of his advances, even going so far to outwardly reject his latest proposal to take you out for lunch on the next Hogsmeade day but it seems like the Slytherin is incapable of taking a hint.

Though as much as you seemingly protest, you’re secretly grateful for his undying affection for you. To the rest of the Hogwarts student body, you probably look like Barty’s latest conquest that he’ll stop fixating on as soon as you give him a chance.

It’s well known that Barty got around in Hogwarts, to put it politely. You’d like to pretend the rumours didn’t get to you but in all honesty they were one of the many multitudes of reasons you had for keeping Barty at arm’s length.

The more memorable of those being that Barty was party of high wizarding society and had lived most of his life in the limelight. While that had worked out well enough for him, you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of having yourself surrounded with the opinions of the public on every small thing you did.

And perhaps even more importantly, most of your reasons for pushing down your feelings for Barty ultimately stemmed from…hate.

Not hate for Barty, no, never. Hate for literally…everything else. Hate that you could find any possible reason for this not to work, hate that you’d immediately discard any possible reasons for it to work!

Merlin, for just one moment you wished your brain would just…stop.

“Hey, you okay?” Pandora’s concerned tone pulls you from your thoughts. You blink quickly as you reorientate yourself before plastering on a smile, “Yeah, Good yeah” You nod.

Pandora’s brows furrow, assessing you slightly. You’re both under a willow tree near the Black Lake, from your position you can just about make out the forms of what you assume to be Barty and Evan splashing each other on the shore as they tug and wrestle one another.

Your lips twitch unconsciously and Pandora cranes her neck to follow your gaze. “You  should tell him.” Pandora states. Your neck snaps to look at her but she doesn’t look away from the two boys.

“He knows you’re scared, that’s why he tries so hard.” Her voice knocks the breath out of you.

“What?” You ask, a strained smile on your face. Pandora’s eyes flick to yours in a disinterested sweep but the tell-tale sign on her quirked smile softens the sentiment.

“You know what. He knows what. You’re both just too coward to admit it.” Pandora says cheerfully, giggling softly as she twirls the end of her braid through her fingers.

Your face heats.

“It’s not like that.” You insist, though your tone wavers as the sound of a yelp filters through the air and Barty’s water soaked form draws your attention away. It’s like the breath escapes out of your lungs in your next breath as you choke slightly.

Pandora snorts a laugh at your reaction and good naturedly slaps your back softly as you try to gain back some composure.

“You should learn to lie better.” Pandora says through the last bit of laughter. You huff, shaking your head and looking back up to catch the sight of Barty and Evan as they make their way back to the two of you.

Both significantly wetter and less formally dressed. They both have their blazers off, draped over their arms but where Evan had somehow been able to salvage his tie and shirt, Barty is left worse off with his tie hung over his shoulder and his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

However, you’re not complaining and judging by Pandora’s gleeful smirks in your direction, you’re being a lot less subtle than you thought.

“Y/N! Light of my life! My other half!” Barty cries dramatically as he scrambles to sprawl onto the blanket you’ve laid out, lap full of wet hair as Barty snuggles into you.

You groan, half-annoyed, half-flustered as you playfully push him out of your lap. He  whines dramatically, “I was comfortable!” He protests, a wicked smirk on his face as he catches your smile as you roll your eyes at his antics.

“Well, I’d rather attend potions without a large wet spot on my uniform” You respond, trying to seem unaffected.

Barty has an evil glint in his eye and before he can open his mouth, he’s being hit upside the head by Evan and with an undignified yelp he rubs his head with a scowl on his face.

“Flirt with each other at a later point, I beg. I’ve had quite enough of it for the rest of the day.” Evan groans, flopping onto the blanket as he uses his blazer to towel dry his hair.

“He wasn’t—!” You protest.

“I definitely was.” Barty confirms with a nod.

You gape at him as he flashes you a winning smile. You smother down a laugh and roll your eyes again.

“You two make me sick.” Pandora complains, jumping into the conversation.

“Here here.” Evan cheers monotonously as he lays with his jacket over his face to block out the sun.

“I think you’re both just jealous that we’re in love” Bart asserts, grinning up at you.

“There’s no we in that situation Crouch, we haven’t even gone on a date.” You say, laughing softly as Barty pretends to be maimed through the heart.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there in no time.” Barty promises, pressing his lips together to make a faux-kiss sound.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you laugh, your face heating up as Evan and Pandora both loudly voice their complaints of yours and Barty’s behaviour.

Later, you’re so in tuned in conversation with Pandora that you don’t notice Barty staring at you.

“Why do you keep trying?” Evan’s voice disrupts Barty from his thoughts. He turns to look at the blonde and can’t help but smile and shrug.

“Couldn’t tell you, she’s just worth it.” Barty says, casual as ever and Evan stares at him incredulously.

“You know I love her like a sister,” Evan starts and Barty can’t help but snort which has both Pandora and you turning to look at him in confusion as he waves you both off.

“But the girl who doesn’t reciprocate any of your advances is who you want to fight for?” Evan whispers harshly.

Barty just shakes his head, “You don’t get it man, she likes me—no, no don’t look at me like that, I’m not crazy or delusional or whatever you’re thinking right now, just listen.”

“She’s—she’s scared alright? She doesn’t think I’m stable. You know the reputation I’ve got man and—I mean can you really blame her for being cautious? Look, I’m trying to prove myself to her, have you noticed that she’s stopped pushing me away as much? I mean a couple months ago she would’ve walked right out of here if I tried to lay on her lap.” Barty insists.

Evan looks contemplative, eyeing Barty with hesitancy. “How are you sure you’re not just a nuisance to her?” he asks finally.

Barty’s gaze softens, smiling at your form as you talk animatedly with Pandora about the latest novel you’ve read.

“I’m always going to be a nuisance to her Rosier; it’s just a matter of if she’ll keep me around.” Barty admits.

His smile widens when you turn to look at him, smiling shyly before turning back to Pandora.

[kazbrekkersangel]

Tutor

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: you begin studying with Remus Lupin during your final year at Hogwarts. What starts as tutoring slowly turns into friendship, late-night conversations, and unexpected romance.

Warnings: gryffindor!reader, Lily is your wingwoman, smut, sub!Remus, a teeny tiny corruption kink maybe? blink and you'll miss it, dry humping, teasing, Remus cums in his pants (😝), one mention of reader having a clit but apart from that i think it's gender neutral, this is overall pretty soft tbh

Note: submissive nerd Remus as the Lord intended 😌 —.

Professor Binns droned on endlessly about goblin wars. Or was it giant wars? You'd stopped listening ages ago, and judging by the glazed expressions around the classroom, so had basically everyone else. Gryffindors shared History of Magic with the Ravenclaws, and for all their erudite, none of them were paying attention, either.

The only exceptions were Lily and Remus. This was convenient for you because Lily was one of your best friends, and while she heavily disapproved of your complete lack of academic focus during class, she always helped you figure things out once exam season rolled around.

So really, you weren't too concerned.

Sirius, your desk mate, had initiated a game of hangman to keep the two of you entertained. James, stuck behind him and offended at being excluded, resorted to repeatedly kicking Sirius's chair. This distracted Sirius from the game, who retaliated by folding the hangman paper into a projectile and launching it at his best friend. Within seconds, the two of them had started their own miniature war—maybe Binns could lecture about that instead.

Bored again, you let your gaze drift around the classroom. Most students were asleep, some were secretly finishing homework for other classes. Other people were whispering quietly to each other.

Then, your eyes landed on Remus. He sat upright, completely focused on the lecture, scribbling neat notes as though what Binns was discussing was genuinely fascinating. His tongue peeked out slightly in concentration. He wrote with his left hand, you noticed. You couldn't make out his handwriting from where you sat, but from the elegant movement of his wrist and the long strikes of his pen, you figured it was pretty.

His hand was pretty, too, you thought to yourself. Long fingers, slim and deft, faintly scarred—you knew he was a werewolf, being quite close to his friends who were absolutely not subtle.

For a brief, dangerous moment, you wondered what else his fingers could do. A smirk tugged at your mouth before you quickly shook the thought away.

Lily, sitting next to him, looked up from her notes and caught your expression immediately. One eyebrow lifted in silent judgment at your obvious lack of attention. Then, she wiggled her brows knowingly, hinting she’d caught you staring at Remus.

Truthfully, you did that a lot. And she had noticed it a lot. Lily could be way too perceptive sometimes, seriously.

You stuck your tongue out at her, earning an eye roll before she turned back to her parchment.

The second class finally ended, you let out a loud sigh of relief. You packed your things in record time and made your way over to Lily, already knowing exactly what she was about to say before she even opened her mouth.

“You need to pay more attention in class,” you said in an exaggerated imitation of her voice at the exact same moment she said it normally.

Lily rolled her eyes, though there was no real annoyance behind it. "Seriously, it’s NEWT year. Exams are in a month."

"A very long month, Lily," you argued. "You’re being a bit dramatic with your sense of time there."

She shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."

"Fine," you sighed dramatically, "I concede. Tonight, I will catch up on History of Magic."

"Really?" Lily turned fully toward you, suspicion written all over her face. "You're studying History tonight? Voluntarily? Alone?"

"Well..." You dragged the word out, shooting her a pointed look. "I was kind of, maybe, perhaps, slightly hoping you'd take pity on me and turn it into more of a tutoring situation."

Lily smiled, almost sadly, as if she really wished she could study that evening, before she said, "I promised Marlene I'd help her with the Charms essay tonight."

You sighed, this time less theatrically. Lily really had no obligation to help you fix your own academic failures. "No problem, Lils. Maybe if I struggle through it myself, the information will actually stay in my brain?"

"Or..." Lily said slowly, eyebrows wiggling suggestively again, "you could ask Remus to help you."

Immediately, you scoffed. "Yes, and have him realise what a hopeless idiot I am? No, thanks."

"He wouldn't think you're hopeless," Lily replied softly. "First of all, you are not an idiot. Just a procrastinator with the attention span of a goldfish. He's already friends with two of those." She paused meaningfully. "Second of all, I know you fancy him."

Heat rushed to your face. "I do not."

"You do."

"I really don't."

"You're in looove," Lily sang, skipping backward down the corridor.

"Am not!" You called after her. You heard a singy "are too!" before she dissappeared in the next corridor, to her Ancient Runes class.

You shook your head, scoffing slightly but unable to stop a smile from tugging at your mouth, before heading off toward Alchemy.

Later that evening, Lily’s words kept circling around your head while you sat in the Gryffindor common room, your textbook spread open on the small couch table beside the notes she’d lent you. Should you ask Remus for help?

Lily had definitely exaggerated by saying you were in love with him—seriously, you barely knew him—but you couldn't deny you might fancy him a tiny bit. Studying together would give you an excuse to actually talk to him without sounding ridiculous.

Apparently, the decision had already been made for you. The portrait hole swung open and Lily climbed through, Remus right behind her. The second she spotted you, her face lit up with entirely too much satisfaction. She shoved Remus lightly towards your table, shot you a sly wink, and disappeared in the girls’ dormitories.

Remus shuffled closer, awkwardly, like everything he did, hands shoved into his pockets. You looked up at him expectantly.

"Uh—" he started quietly, glancing toward the staircase Lily had vanished up, "Lily, she said you wanted help on History of Magic?" he sounded unsure, as if you were going to send him away, or maybe laugh at him and tell him he'd been mistaken.

You mentally cursed Lily, giving Remus a warm, inviting smile. "Yeah! I’m terrible at paying attention in that class, and you always seem like you know exactly what he's talking about."

You shrugged a little helplessly, silently asking if he’d mind helping. Remus nodded immediately. "Sure, I can help, if you want."

He stayed standing there awkwardly for another second until you patted the empty spot beside you on the sofa. He took the hint to sit down, knees brushing the edge of the table.

"Where are you up to in the course material?" Remus questioned softly. You answered, flipping to the chapter on the witch hunts.

Remus' eyebrows shot up. "Oh." he said. "That's... not very far."

The moment the words left his mouth, horror crossed his face.

"I mean, not that that’s bad," he added quickly. "Or unusual. Well, maybe a little unusual, but- but not in a bad way! At least you’ve started?"

He somehow managed to turn the last sentence into a question, unsure whether he was recovering or making things worse for himself. Luckily, you just snorted at him.

"Relax, Remus. I'm not offended. If anything, now you understand why I need tutoring."

A laugh escaped him then, quiet and warm.

"Well," he said, visibly relaxing, "James and Sirius haven’t even opened their textbooks yet, and they’ll probably still pass with flying colors. You’re already ahead of them, you'll probably be fine."

You smiled warmly at him, and something suspiciously like butterflies stirred in your stomach at his words.

Not long after, the two of you settled into an easy rhythm. You’d explain the bits you thought you understood, usually losing the thread halfway through, and Remus would gently fill in the gaps without making you feel stupid for missing them in the first place.

Somehow, hours slipped by unnoticed.

By the time you glanced at the clock again, midnight had already come and gone, and the two of you were still hunched over parchment and textbooks, having long since moved on from witch hunts to the origins of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.

You quickly discovered that Remus was very easy to talk to. You’d spoken to him before, of course—small conversations in passing, questions about where Sirius or Lily had disappeared to, complaints about homework, comments about the next Hogsmeade weekend—but this was different.

Now, the conversation wandered naturally between topics whenever your studying lost momentum. One minute you were discussing magical treaties, the next you were telling him about your favorite Muggle album. You’d been surprised when he immediately recognized it.

"I didn’t know you listened to Muggle music," you admitted.

Remus shrugged lightly, smiling a little. "My mum’s a Muggle."

Something softened in his expression as he continued, "Though honestly, my dad's the one responsible for my music taste. He's obsessed with records."

When he'd dissappeared upstairs at some point to retrieve snacks, you found out Remus was a chocolate lover. Big time. He returned with an absurd amount of chocolate in his arms. Plain chocolate, chocolate with caramel, chocolate with hazelnuts, chocolate with toffee—honestly, it looked less like snack time and more like he'd raided Honeydukes in preparation for a natural disaster.

You stared at the pile in disbelief. "Remus."

"What?"

"You have a problem."

He looked genuinely offended. "Chocolate is not a problem."

"You brought six different kinds."

"That's called variety."

You laughed, expecting him to duck his head shyly the way he usually did when teased. Instead, he simply unwrapped one of the bars with complete confidence, clearly far too devoted to chocolate to feel embarrassed about it.

It probably helped that he'd gained some confidence in talking to you since the beginning of the study session, relaxing as you spent more time together. Now, sitting beside you in the dim glow of the common room fire, he looked comfortable.

Comfortable with you.

The realization sent another wave of warmth fluttering through your chest.

As the clock crept toward one in the morning, the two of you finally decided to call it a night. Even without classes the next day—a Saturday, thankfully—you were both exhausted, and after several hours of History of Magic, even Remus looked thoroughly sick of it.

Silently, too exhausted to keep up the conversation, Remus and you packed up your things before heading toward the dormitories.

At the split between your staircases, you paused.

"G'night, Remus," you said softly, offering him a tired smile.

He returned it instantly, something almost shy flickering across his face again. "Goodnight."

Then, you stumbled upstairs and collapsed face-first onto your bed, asleep within seconds.

After that, it somehow became a routine. To your surprise, Remus had initiated your next study session. Then another followed. And another one after that.

Apart from the obvious academic improvement (you were no longer catastrophically behind on History of Magic), you also felt yourself growing closer to him.

Eventually, the two of you started spending time together outside of studying too. Once, Remus joined Lily and you in Hogsmeade as you made your ways to the Three Broomsticks, where they spent most of the afternoon making fun of your inability to drink butterbeer without getting foam on your nose.

Another time, you'd been pestering Sirius relentlessly about their 'Marauders Map' when Remus wandered into the dormitory. Sirius, dramatic as ever, had immediately declared the explanation "too complicated" and abandoned you entirely. Remus had stayed, though, patiently walking you through how the map worked and answering every single one of your questions.

Merlin, he was smart.

Your tiny crush strengthened every time he laughed at one of your jokes, every time he absentmindedly handed you chocolate during study sessions, every time he looked at you like he genuinely wanted to hear whatever nonsense you were about to say.

Eventually, it became impossible to ignore.

One evening, during yet another late-night study session—or rather, tutoring session, considering you still didn't pay attention in Binns' class—Remus was explaining Goblin rebellions to you for what felt like the fifth time. Frankly, your focus had once again abandoned you completely, so at this point, maybe Professor Binns wasn't the problem.

Remus paused mid-sentence after realizing you hadn't responded in a while. When he looked up, he found you staring blankly into space, completely zoned out.

A smile tugged at his mouth as he snapped his fingers lightly in front of your face.

You blinked hard. "Oh, Remus. Sorry. I was just…"

"Not paying attention?" he offered, amused.

You groaned, dropping your forehead dramatically against the table. "I swear I'm trying."

He laughed softly. "I believe you."

After a short pause, he suggested, "We could do something else, if you want. Save goblin rebellions for when you're less tired." His lips twitched slightly. "Or less bored."

"Yeah," you said distractedly, your gaze lingering on his lips without meaning to. Truthfully, you had been thinking about Remus while you were zoned out. Somewhere during his explanation, your attention had drifted entirely to him instead. Seeing him in his element, talking passionately about goblin rebellions, of all topics—seriously, who was interested in that?—had you imagining him under you, unable to bring out any coherent thought, brain leaking from his cock as you rode him.

When this happened, you always felt bad; Remus was so cute and so sweet as he helped you out. But then again, that's exactly what inspired these kinds of thoughts in the first place, so really, whose fault was it?

You only realized you were still staring when Remus cleared his throat quietly. His cheeks had turned faintly pink under your attention, and at his shy demeanor, you felt a flicker of boldness spark in your chest.

"You know," you said slowly, raising an eyebrow as you turned fully toward him, your knees brushing his beneath the table, "I've got something else in mind we can do, if you want to take a break."

This was either going to break your friendship or turn it into something more. For one terrifying second, you wondered if you'd just ruined everything between you.

"Wh- what do you mean?" Remus asked, voice almost a whisper, visibly flustered, as the blush on his cheeks deepened. The common room was almost completely silent around you, the fire crackling softly somewhere behind him.

You smiled and he seemed to shrink under your gaze. You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice, "I think you know what I mean."

His breath caught softly as you leaned even closer so your noses practically touched, until there was barely any space left between you and you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

"Remus," you murmured, "do you want me to kiss you?"

His eyes widened. "D- do you want to?"

"Yes," you answered simply, and for a moment, he just stared at you. Then, he nodded in response. You closed the remaining distance carefully, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. Remus made a quiet, surprised sound before relaxing into it, his nervousness melting away little by little as he kissed you back. Your lips moulded together as you slotted one of your legs in between his.

When you finally pulled away, the two of you stayed close enough that your breaths still mingled between you. Remus' eyes remained shut for a second longer, as though he was trying to process what had just happened.

You smiled at the sight before leaning in to kiss him again, unable to help yourself.

This time, he answered with more vigor, jaw nudging forward almost desperately. Cute, you thought to yourself, smiling against his lips.

Remus' hands settled on your hips as you shifted closer, letting him pull you into his lap. A quiet groan escaped him at the friction of you simply sitting on him.

You pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips, "Shhh, Remus. We don't want anyone coming down here and finding us like this, do we?"

He shook his head immediately, eyes glazed over as he tried to recapture your lips. You dodged him at the last second just to tease him, laughing softly at the look on his face.

Without either of you realizing, a tent had formed in Remus' pants. When you softly grinded on him, providing just the softest bit of friction, Remus tipped his head back for a moment, breathing unevenly, clearly overwhelmed already. The room felt impossibly warm.

You grinned. "Does it feel good?"

His ears turned pink as he gasped out, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to—"

"What?" You cut in, a teasing lilt to your voice. "You didn't mean to get hard just from a few kisses?"

His blush deepened at the embarrassment he felt, but there was no denying the jump of his cock under you, hopelessly fond of you and everything you said.

Suddenly, his expression softened as he whispered your name quietly, almost shyly. "I really like you."

You heart just about melted. "I really like you, too, Remus," you replied, smiling softly.

Remus grinned at that, finally regaining some of his confidence as he kissed you again, softer this time but no less eager, and you melted into him easily. You continued to shift back and forth on his clothed cock. Breathless sighs escaped his mouth as you broke apart once again, eyes shut tightly. You couldn't help panting, either, the stimulation on your clit making you dizzy.

You were lucky the common room had emptied out hours ago. A mischievous smile crept up your face as a devious idea formed in your mind.

"Remus," you murmered softly, fingers slipping through his soft locks as you continued the stimulation on his dick, "Do you think you could come like this?"

Remus' eyes snapped open immediately, a stutter tearing through his breathing. "Wh—what?" His voice jumped higher by just an octave, clearly taken off guard.

"I think you could," you continued, taking note of the twitching of his cock as you spoke. "And I think you'd like it."

Remus threw his head back, not daring to look at the dangerous glint in your eyes. A quiet moan escaped him, high and trembling, as he shifted his hips to match your rhythm.

"I—I'm—" he stammered, eyes opening again as you tugged his hair.

"You're what, Remy? Talk to me," you asked with a grin, continuously grinding against his cock. You felt his precum through his pants, mixing with your own wetness seeping through your underwear. "Are you going to come?"

Remus nodded hurriedly, taking note of the mocking tone in your voice but too out of it to care if he came across as desperate, clinging to your waist like you were the only thing grounding him.

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna—please—" his voice broke, and you took pity on him just a little, brushing kisses all across his pretty jaw and cheek while your nails scratched lightly across his scalp. Remus let out a shaky gasp, eyes widening slightly at the attention.

His hands tightened on your hips instinctively, pulling you against him with force—had he always been this strong?—as he let out a loud, wanton moan. You laughed quietly, covering his mouth with your hand before he got too loud, pushing his head against the sofa as he reached his high.

You stopped grinding as Remus held your hips in place, eyes shut tightly as he cried out under your palm. His hips bucked against you in short spurts as he soiled his underwear with his cum. He rode out his orgasm, and you let him, staying still in place as he used you to stimulate his cock.

When it finally subdued, Remus sagged back against the couch, completely dazed.

"Had fun?" you teased.

Remus looked up at you, eyes still slightly unfocused, mouth parted. "Did you, you know..."

He trailed off awkwardly. You knew what he meant, though.

You shook your head. "Nope. But it's okay. Maybe you can repay me in another way."

At the confident smirk on your face, Remus perked up, becoming alert again. "Sure, I can—I mean, I've never done that before, but, but I can try, and you can teach me—"

As he clambered to a more comfortable position, with every intention to try and please you, you laughed softly. Pushing him back slightly, you answered, "Remus, I'm not getting undressed in the middle of the common room. Maybe you can repay me some other time, if we manage to find an empty bedroom for once."

Remus let out a breath, realisation settling in. "Right. Yeah, that makes sense."

You smiled, climbing to your feet and tugging him up with you. "Come on," you said. "We should probably get ourselves together before someone finds us."

He nodded, then hesitated before stopping you.

"What, uh, what exactly does this mean?" Remus asked quietly. "For... for us?"

You smiled at him softly. "Well, considering I like you, and you like me, and I just made you come in your pants, I was hoping you're not completely opposed to the idea of a relationship with me?"

"Yeah?" Remus exclaimed, almost in disbelief, before he ducked his head slightly, lowering his voice. "I mean, yeah, I'd like that."

Then his expression faltered a little.

"But you should know," he continued carefully, "I'm not exactly easy to be with. There's still a lot you don't know about me."

"Like you being a werewolf?" you tilted your head, aware of the bomb you'd just dropped.

Remus went completely still.

"What?" he sputtered, genuine panic crossing his face. "Who told you?"

"Shh, Remus, let me explain," you said quickly. "Nobody told me. James and Sirius are about as subtle as fireworks, and I've always paid very close attention to you anyway, so I figured it out myself." You raised a hand before he could interrupt, "Before you start worrying—I don't care."

Remus stared at you, stunned.

"I like you for who you are, and the fact that you transform into a howling beast every month doesn't change that," you continued. "If anything, it just makes me worry for you, because none of it is your fault and I don't want to see you in pain."

Remus was quiet for a moment, dazed at your blunt explanation. Then, he asked very quietly, "Do you really mean that?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately. "No, I completely lied to you just for the fun of it."

Despite himself, Remus snorted.

"Of course I mean that, Remus," you said, more softly. "You're a wonderful person, one of the kindest people I know. Nothing about this changes that."

You flushed suddenly, realising just how rawfully honest you were being with your feelings for him. But when you looked back at him and saw the disbelief and emotion written so clearly across his expression, you knew it was worth it.

Remus reached for you then, pulling you closer before pressing a quick, almost hesitant kiss to your lips. "I think I'm in love with you," he admitted quietly, almost unintentionally.

Your heart skipped embarrassingly hard, before you grinned, nudging him toward the stairs. "Sleep it off."

The next morning, you were at breakfast unusually early, still unable to stop smiling into your tea. Lily had only joined you at the table for about three minutes before she made a comment on it.

"You look happy," she observed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing," you shrugged innocently, taking another bite of toast. Then your grin widened. "Apart from Remus and me kissing."

"WHAT?"

"And then some."

[purpleblizzardkitty]

Evan rosier x reader except nobody knows they're dating or believes them when they tell them bc they're not very affectionate so when they see them like hugging or something they're all shocked

Evan rosier x fem reader

Summary: you and Evan aren't affectionate towards eachother at all, despite being in a relationship.

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You and Barty were sat in your dorm together when you decided you would tell him about you and Evan.

"Barty?" You start "can I tell you something?"

"yeah, what is it treasure?"

"I've got a boyfriend."

"finally. Who?"

"Evan"

"how long?"

"2 months, give or take"

"liar." He accuses. "You barely even talk to eachother."

"we do" you defend "just not around everyone else."

"I'll believe it when I see it"

***

Later on, Barty walks into his dorm and Evan is sat there on his bed organising his bone collection.

"oi, Rosie" he says "never guess what treasure told me earlier."

"yeah?" Evan questions.

"tried to claim the two of you were going out. Told her I'd believe it when I see it."

"we are."

"not you too"

"but we are."

"how long for?"

"2 months."

"that's what she said. You two must really have your story together." He says before storming out leaving Evan by himself again.

***

Later that evening you and Evan are on his bed, your head on his chest.

"I don't know why he doesn't believe us" you say "we both told him"

"maybe he's in denial? Like he's just really happy for us?"

"maybe, I don't think so though. He pro-"

You're cut off by the door opening. Regulus and barty come inside whilst you're laying with Evan.

Barty stares at you both in absolute shock as if you both hadn't told him already that you were together.

The silence is extremely awkward for the 5 minutes that Barty stands and stares at the two of you.

"told you so" regulus mumbles before going to put some things into his drawers.

"I thought you two were lying!"

"why would we lie?" You ask

"why would you be together? In what universe? Honestly the two of you are like more antisocial than regulus."

"yeah Barty, that means they're alike. Why wouldn't they be together?" Regulus starts. "Just as you said, they're more anti social than me. That means they most definitely would not be loud about their relationship."

You and Evan had now moved away from eachother. Not because you were embarrassed of eachother but because you were uncomfortable with being affectionate Infront of people.

"now that you say it reg, it does make sense." He gestures to you and Evan. "Look they've even moved away from eachother. God's this is another level of anti social. No wonder I didn't believe the two of you."

And with that, Barty leaves the room. This leaves you, Evan and regulus.

"I tried to tell him." Regulus states exasperatedly.

"so did we." Evan replies, pulling you back towards him.

"you know how dramatic he can be, don't take it personally. You don't have to be all gross together Infront of everyone to love eachother. Especially not because of Barty."

"thanks reg." You say, grateful that he understood the two of you well enough to know that you'd both hate to try and be loving Infront of people, even if it was just your friends.

The two of you were just rather awkward unfortunately. It didn't mean that you loved eachother any less, just that you loved differently to how others did. Whilst Barty enjoyed snogging his latest girlfriend whenever and wherever he could, the two of you enjoyed each others company in quiet, private spaces. Maybe that's what you loved most about the other. That they understood you enough to be able to love you quietly in a way you were comfortable with.

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[bloodorangesoup]

Remus has a crush on his smart, beautiful, snappy Slytherin potions partner but doesn't know how to make her really notice him. As far as he knows he’s one of the nerdier people in his year, he isn’t a quidditch player, and doesn’t know anyone in your house. Overestimating the amount of cred Sirius has with the Slytherins, Remus begins to try to copy some of his look and behavior in the hopes you might find him cool.

“What would you do, pads?”

“I dunno. Whenever I skip I get loads of attention from the girls at my table the next day, always asking me why I was gone.”

“I’m not sure,” he trails off. 

“C’mon moony, it's one class. Maybe she’ll swoon over your nonchalant demeanor.”

“You can’t spell nonchalant.”

That day you’re sat waiting for Remus to show up before starting the assignment. He never ran as late as this. Twenty minutes in you begin the assignment on your own in a huff. When he shows up five minutes late the next day you side eye him as he settles in next to you. 

“Did your dorm explode?” You asked, still facing the front of the room.

“What?”

“Did your dorm explode?” You say again, turning slightly to him. When his puzzled expression doesn’t change you explain, “you never miss a class, Remus. I think I’ve seen you in all states of disrepair yet you always show up to class. Before it begins, might I add.”

Remus tries to remind himself to be cool, “I, uh, just wasn’t feeling like it.” He sees an incredulous expression take over your face as you copy down the recipe on the blackboard. 

“Oh, how cool you are,” you draw sarcastically, “Yesterday I had to make Alihotsy Draught for the first time, by myself, and it was the one day the only competent Gryffindor in the school decided to not show up.” You turn to pull a piece of parchment out of your bag and set it on the table in front of him. A detailed report on the brewing of Alihotsy Draught with your name on the top and an empty space for Remus’s name right under. “You’re welcome, by the way.” 

Remus didn’t know what to assess first. You saved the assignment so that he could still get credit with you and turn it in as partners. And did you just call him the only competent Gryffindor in the school? Was that a compliment? “Umm,” looking up from the parchment he sees you already looking at him, “thank y-”

“Is that…gel in your hair?” You look at his hair as if it was covered in slugs. He’s never had as much of your undivided focus. He can only nod. “Don’t do that to yourself again?” Remus deflates.

“Doesn’t look good?” Why did he say that? Of course it doesn’t look good you just looked at his hair like it slapped you. He makes a note to scream into his pillow when he gets back to the dorms.

“You look fine. You just look as greasy as that imbecile friend of yours, Black.” You went back to writing on your parchment. 

“Ouch,” he hears Sirius say from the table in front of his. 

“Mind your business, Black.” You mutter, not even sparing him a glance.

“Plus, your natural hair” you begin, reaching over Remus to grab an herb from his side of the desk. He can smell the cherry perfume you wear every day. And he’s never seen you this close, the curve of your nose looks even more beautiful and your eyelashes look even more enchanting from this proximity. “when it doesn’t look like a cow’s licked your head,” you side eyed the gel again, “is a much more charming look on you.” Remus turned to hide the rush of blood to his cheeks. 

He is never skipping class again and will never let Sirius touch his hair.

Note: George, Remus, and Sirius are on my mind pls send me your thoughts

[daenysx]

boyfriend remus! boyfriend remus!

"Hey," someone whispers to your ear, the faint minty breeze of their breath feels lovely. "This is a weird position to sleep, dove."

Remus. You are sure you're still sleeping, or maybe not, but you're certainly not awake. He leans in, you can feel him even though your eyes are still closed. Rubbing your elbow with long fingers, he cups your arm and tries to wake you up.

"Come on," he says, more gently this time. You mumble something incoherent. "You'll be aching if you stay here like this."

His voice is silky smooth, something honey and soft in your ears, and you feel so cold suddenly with your current position. You're still at the table, books all over the surface and your laptop has stayed untouched for the last 20 minutes. Sleeping like this is not comfy at all, with your head on your arms and your face tucked in the fabric of your sweater. Remus keeps trying for a few more seconds to wake you up from your somewhat deep slumber.

He kisses your warm cheek, that's a nice attempt, you'll give him that. You're in and out, eyes blinking open but not focused at all. He kisses the same spot again, you smell like sleep, Remus thinks it reminds him of home.

"Remus?" you whisper. He starts rubbing your back.

"Come on," he repeats. "Let's get you to bed."

It's not the easiest thing, but you let him help you as he supports your mostly numb body. You blink your eyes open. He's wearing a dark blue sweater.

"Looks good on you," you murmur. Your fingers catch the soft fabric. The color is a nice match with his honey-deep hair.

"Thank you," he says, "Sleeping on your feet, but still finding the energy to compliment, huh? Charming."

You give him a dopey smile. He loves it with his entire being.

"How was work?" you ask him as he helps you settle down on bed. He takes off your fluffy socks and covers your legs with the blanket you always keep on bed.

"It was fine," he replies. "I got you the book you wanted last time- The Myth of Sisyphus, right?"

"Thank you," you give him a nice kiss, "I love that you're getting me every book I want."

"Having a boyfriend who works at a bookshop does have benefits, I guess."

"Hmm," you murmur, place your hand under your pillow. "Bestest boyfriend ever."

Remus smiles, his cheeks have the softest glow, such a pretty sight. You blink a pair of lovesick eyes, trying to leave the haziness of sleep behind. You want to talk, tell him about everything you did today. You feel this urge- always, to let him know everything you thought of. Sleep wins for this evening, though. You're out like a light as Remus rubs your back. He gives you an early good night kiss on your cheek.

[luveline]

omg can I request a more timid luna lovegood reader with remus lupin?? I feel like he’s more serious, so she would compliment him well!! maybe the two of them falling asleep with one another and her dozing off while talking about bugs or something and he’s just like, wow I love her!!

“Oh,” he says quietly, more to himself than you as he pulls you to his chest, “lovely, I missed you.” 

Your pyjamas are made of a soft, thin material you favour and he can’t name. Your vest doesn’t cover much, but he’s covered you up with his arms and the blanket, and the space between you is roiling with body heat. “We were apart for twelve days.” 

“I know.” He could not be more regretful. 

“That’s almost three hundred hours without seeing one another.” 

“We spoke on the phone.” 

“It’s not the same,” you say. Remus would have to agree. 

He feels like he can sleep well for the first time in those three hundred hours, knowing you’re alright, happy, and fed within arm’s reach. He really can’t decide what he missed most, your smell, your hair, your nose as it rubs against his throat. It must’ve been this, your weight on his side, and the sound of your voice as you murmur intricacies into his skin. 

“I caught fifteen bugs while you were gone, that’s more than one every day… I kept the ladybug, but then she exploded into even more ladybugs. I noticed she laid eggs in the tank but I wasn’t expecting them to hatch so quickly… it was…” Your lips curve into a smile against his neck. “It was only a few days, baby. So many bugs.” 

“I’m sure she lived a very good life.” 

“She’s still alive, I think. I let them out into the back garden, I wasn’t expecting to be responsible for so many.” 

You fold an arm across his chest and kiss his chin, to his sleepy delight. Your presence is lulling him to sleep, once slow sentence at a time. “I’m sure she was just as happy in your tank as the outdoors, lovely,” he says. Your tank being a very large space that you customise to whatever bug you’ve found. You do your research, and you give them long, healthy lives. You’re kind, and you keep them only to watch them and love them. 

“You know ladybugs are beetles?” you whisper. 

“I didn’t know that.” 

“Mm-hm,” —you kiss his chin again, soft and with warming breath— “there are five thousand different species of ladybugs. Thousand. And they’re all different colours and sizes and…” 

You rub your nose into his cheek.

“I missed you so much,” you say. 

“I missed you too. I missed your voice.” Remus rubs your back, feels your top ride up. He draws a line along your naked spine. “Tell me more about the ladybugs, please? I was almost sleeping.”

“If I tell you and you fall asleep, you won’t remember.” 

“Can you tell me again at breakfast? Would that be okay?” 

You sound pretty sleepy yourself as you answer. “Okay, I’ll tell you twice, but only because you asked me so nicely.” 

Wow, he thinks, feeling the length of your back in sluggish drags, I love her.  

[wellsblvd]

Sunbathing as an animagus was significantly more relaxing than when you were in your human form, you think. Sure, you were a naturally cold person, but the sun just felt to disperse just right across your body when you were different. That, and you could curl up and nap a lot more securely.

Napping with Remus definately took the cake, though. He was not necessarily a napper, but he would dabble in the occasional brief shut-eye if the day had been particularly slow or the full moon had recently passed. As a corn snake (fitting, seeing as you were a Slytherin), you were the perfect size to wrap around Remus arms or into the little pocket in the front of his shirt or even store your body in his shirt with your little head peeping out of it, just to make sure you could see everything going on if necessary.

Today was one of those napping days: Remus had gotten his essays graded, you’d gotten your student evaluation rubrics completed and entered in the dreaded book of grades, and the weather was just warm enough to go outside and be pleasantly hot. Shutting the door to Remus’s private room, you slid off your clothes and crawled onto the bed to transform. Remus chuckled at your wiggles as you made your way up his leg. He offered an outstretched palm and started the trek to the outside world as you nestled between the many layers of fabric guarding his collarbone.

Contented musings came from your teeny mouth—musings Remus wouldn’t understand— the second you felt the sun warming the top of the scales on your head. A small but rapid exhale acted as Remus’s laugh. For someone so weather sensitive, you seemed to always enjoy the weather when you were literally in Remus’s shirt. The quiet hissing eventually faded as you fell asleep. Remus kept reading and annotating his book all the while.

[like-a-pond]

Remus Lupin who's constantly reminded that people find him intimidating, his big stature and the dozen of scars littering his face and body, the deep, gravely voice.

Then you come along and stumble over your words, can't look him in the eye and seem to be avoiding him. Obviously, you must be scared of him. So, when he tries to remidy that, being extra nice to you, making sure to smile instead of keeping his stern resting face (allthough that always comes easy to him around you) and bringing you coffee and yet it somehow gets worse he's just stumped.

Once, he mentions how you must be scared of him offhandidly and you get so confused. Blinking up at him, with a questioning look. When he finally explains his thought process, you start blushing so hard!! "Oh! ehm... I actually- I kinda have a crush on you... That's why- Nevermind. Just- I'm not scared of you." And now he's looking at you like :O??? This cute girl, constantly blushing and getting nervous has a crush on him???

Next thing you know, you're making out and he's caging you against the door with his huge frame in the way you have been fantasizing about for months and it's even better than you imagined.

I need to kiss him all over until he realizes that he's worthy of love

[cherryslyce]

Unearthed | Regulus Black

Synopsis: You felt your world turn upside down at the revelation that your husband was a wizard, and you get a sense of deja vu when three teenagers appear on your doorstep seeking him out about a locket.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Muggle!Reader

Notes: Not canon-compliant! Word Count: 3.3k

The warbling of sparrows stir from the swaying trees and into your open window, bristles of morning wind brushing against your night clothes. You stare intently at the stove to your side, back pressed against your kitchen island as you mentally count. The glistening finish of your sage-colored tea kettle shone at you as you pace forward to remove the instrument off the flame.

Regulus was still asleep and the last thing you needed was to interrupt his rest because you wanted a cup of tea. As you steadily pour the water into your mug, your mind spirals into a wave of nostalgia. 

It had been nearly two decades now since the man stumbled into your life with proper-fitted clothes and a closet of skeletons. You hadn’t met Regulus by any conventional means, having found him stumbling around blindly in front of your house, clutching at his head. You remember that it took a few days for the boy to wake after that night, his lithe figure draped across your couch as the sun rose and set. Those days of waiting felt like centuries now that you thought about it. You had been springing back and forth, debating on running over to the closest town for a doctor, but luckily, the boy woke just as your resolve hardened. 

The first thing you had done when Regulus managed to sit up in your living space was offer him a cup of tea, trying to give yourself time to formulate questions as he steadied himself with reality again. He had informed you that night that he had been mugged, and had escaped into the fields within an inch of his consciousness. You had known that he was lying, recognizing that no one was even within a mile radius to do such a thing to him, but you somehow grew to care for him despite your suspicions. After many months of coexisting in your home, with Regulus taking on a good heft of the house chores, he had opened up to you about his family and home life. 

You both sat staring into the streaks of flames stirring in your fireplace, the room gradually becoming enveloped in a blanket of grey as the sun sank further along the horizon. 

“My parents were not good people.” Regulus murmured into the darkness, eyes trained on the pillars of heaty orange lapping at the blocks of wood and bark. 

You gulp and nod along, “Dead like mine, too?” 

“Dead to me,” Regulus supplied, hand reaching up to push his curls back as he continued, “I was not pulling your leg when I told you I had been mugged that night. My parents… they stripped me of my freedom and choices. There wasn’t a day that passed by where I could pinpoint my true aspirations or future. Not a day where I could lift the veil that disillusioned me since birth.” 

Your lips slant down at the abrupt confession, and you could feel your fingers itching to rest on his hand for comfort. Heaving in a tense breath, you bite the inside of your cheek as you let your curiosity bleed through, “And the rest of your family?” 

“The same, but my Uncle Alphie, he was different,” Regulus hesitates for a few moments, and you see his face darken, “so was my older brother.” 

Another year after that, he finally cleared up a majority of your suspicions by demonstrating his magic. You went to bed in denial for a week, unable to maintain eye contact with him the whole while as you felt your world flip inside out. Once the reality sank in, you had demanded answers about the secret society that he fled from, trying to wrap your head around the influx of information. 

“So… magic.” You breathe out, eyes flying around the perimeter of your kitchen as you lean back against the faded wooden counter. 

Regulus allows himself a small small before he drops his gaze down towards his dinner plate, “Yes, magic.” 

“Tell me more.” Your tone splintered into brusqueness, leaving no room for Regulus to dodge away.   

Regulus, to his credit, seems hardly perturbed by your request. Nodding jerkily, he takes a sip of water before motioning for you to sit across from him, “What would you like to know?” 

“Everything. Start from the beginning.” Your words are coated in anticipation, eyes glittering brightly as your mouth sets into a firm line. 

Laughter bubbles in Regulus’ throat and he shoots you an indecipherable grin, “As you wish.”

It was a slow process of acceptance, one convoluted with your developing feelings for the boy, eyes no longer seeing a stumbling, comatose boy, but a dependable and bright partner—a life partner. 

You both stewed in silent pining and agony for a few more months before the tension boiled and tipped over the precipice one night with a silent kiss by the fireside. As your relationship continued to bloom, you both decided to move toward the city with the last of your savings. 

“Are you certain?” Regulus whispers against your lips, eyes trailing across the plane of your face. 

You nod and bring a hand to thread through his hair, “I have the money. Besides, a change of scenery would be nice.” 

Regulus hums and catches your lips in a swift kiss, bringing his arms to wrap around your figure. 

Once you both edge back to breath, he gives you a boyish grin before musing, “Thank you.” 

“Good morning, love.” A groggy voice cuts through the air as you squeeze your tea bag against the side of your cup with a spoon. 

Swiveling your head over your shoulder, your mouth tugs upwards as you take in Regulus’ disheveled appearance, “Hello, dear. You’re up early today.” 

Regulus draws his arms around your waist before kissing your temple as he hums, “Couldn’t sleep without you.” 

You huff out a laugh before dropping a hand down to pat his arm, “You don’t have work today, right?” Your eyes drop down to your mug as your head flits through several thoughts about Regulus’ work duties, pleased that the company was flexible, yet you still vied for more. 

“Yeah, got the day off,” he murmurs, burying his face into your shoulder, “how should we spend it?” 

“The new bookstore around the corner?” You hum as you sip on your tea, noting that the brew of jasmine was much more potent than usual. 

Regulus shifts from behind you and maneuvers his chin over your shoulder, “Sounds like a plan. Which reminds me, I should get our bookcase built today, too.” 

“Lots to do.” You murmur absentmindedly, not bothered by the fact that Regulus was now inching to take a sip of your tea. 

He takes a small mouthful of the cooling beverage before brushing his lips against your cheek, “We have all the time in the world, love.” 

“That we do.”

The day seems to speed by in a blur, shrouded with an atmosphere of serenity and bright clouds. Your walk with Regulus through the idyllic streets is bundled with small lingering touches and peaceful silence. As you drift through the bookstore with your husband, you find yourself suppressing a smile as Regulus opts to carry the growing collection between you both, not a peep of complaint slipping past his lips as the sea of pages lengthen in height. 

He had always been good to you in that way, and at first you had chalked it up to him repaying you for providing sanctuary, but you soon learned that such manners were practically instilled in his bones. 

As you both trail towards the check-out line, an idea strikes you and causes you to hum audibly. Regulus peers over at you with an inquisitive gaze, curiosity barred by the need to shuffle forward in line. 

“Dear, we should invite Severus over for dinner.” You mutter in hopefulness, feeling a familiar mawkish pang bud in your chest. Regulus maintained few ties to his life before you, but Severus had been a near constant presence in your life ever since you encouraged him to invite someone to your wedding. You had initially been nonplussed by the doleful man, aware of the turmoil and despair that practically radiated off of him, but you grew to care for him nonetheless. 

“We have to build our bookshelf, no?” Regulus hums with consideration, eyes steeling as he notices a fussing customer holding up the line. 

You wave him off and lift a finger to run along the spines of books in his arms, “Severus can help us if anything. It’s good to get things done without certain abilities every once in a while.” 

Regulus’ lips flicker into a minute grin as he nods, “I’ll send for him when we return home, but he did say he would be rather occupied for a while last time we corresponded.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought, a tidal wave of unease washing over you, “I hope everything is alright.” 

“Severus is quite capable, he’ll be okay.” 

The lingering traces of worry that pervade your mind fail to dissipate as you walk hand-in-hand with Regulus, the both of you intent on heading home as quickly as possible as streaks of grey clouds roll across the sky. 

A sense of foreboding coils around your nerves as you tread closer towards your destination, head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeate into the air. Regulus seems to share your feelings of inexplicable unease as you feel his grip tighten on your hand. 

As you both round the corner of the street and near your front door, you feel yourself stop in your tracks as three figures come into view. 

“Reg?” Your words are barely above a whisper as confusion ousts your previous apprehension. 

Regulus mirrors your feelings, and his perplexity is palpable as he slowly inches forward, “Just some kids, I think.” 

You both mutely compose yourselves as your pacing resumes. As your footsteps echo into earshot for the trio, they all spin around with wide eyes. Your eyes drop down towards the redheaded boy’s hand, gaze narrowing as you discern the outlines of a wand. 

Regulus seems to draw the same conclusions and he steps in front of you as his eyebrows furrowed together, “Hello, can we help you?” 

The three kids, probably no older than 18, share silent looks before the curly-haired girl steps forwards and nods, “Yes, hello. We’re looking for Regulus Black, do you happen to know where we can find him?” 

Your thoughts sputter and whirl as your gaze burns into Regulus’ head, trying to correctly assess the situation at hand. It was entirely possible that these newcomers were enemies seeking to drain Regulus of his life, but it was also plausible that they were completely harmless and you were overestimating the danger and animosity of wizards in general. 

Regulus seems to stew over the same dilemma, and you catch the calculative look that flashes across the girl’s face as she considers your husband’s hesitance. You decide to interject into the tense silence, not wanting to see the situation escalate, “Hello, I’m Y/N. Sorry, we don’t get many visitors in the neighborhood. Are you all a part of a youth group? A church? Unfortunately, if this has to do with fundraising, I don’t think the Black’s are interested, neither will most residents on this street. Perhaps, you can try with the Miller’s down over at that blue house.” 

You plaster on an assuring smile as you point over to yonder, feeling Regulus inch towards you until he was practically pressed against your back. The girl hesitates and looks over her shoulder at her companions as they silently begin to communicate again with wide eyes and emphatic eyebrow raises. 

Finally, one of the boys steps out and into direct view. Your eyes run across his face, catching against his round glasses and black fringe. Regulus tenses against you as the boy peers towards him with striking green eyes, and you’re almost too entranced by their vividness to stay on guard. 

“My name is Harry Potter.” 

The announcement does absolutely nothing for you, but you feel Regulus’ breathing hitch before he relaxes. Your husband brings his hand to rest atop your shoulder as he adjusts the paper bag in his grip, “I see the resemblance now, Harry Potter. Why don’t we all head inside?” 

You mask your bewilderment at the invitation, turning to send a questioning glance at Regulus. The man merely shoots you a look of conflict before he guides you towards the front door. 

As the trio awkwardly shuffle into your house, lingering in your entryway, you shoot them a small smile before beckoning them inside. You still had your reservations, but it seemed that Regulus recognized them — or Harry, to some extent. 

The girl slowly walks further into your home, stopping in front of your living room as she glances at the large box propped up against the wall. 

“Ah, we were planning on building a bookshelf.” You supply, bringing a hand to run across the nape of your neck. 

The girl nods and sends you a shy smile, “I’m Hermione Granger.” 

“Y/N Black.”

Your name seems to drop some intangible bombshell on the three young wizards as they all peer at you with wide eyes. Clearing your throat you turn towards the ginger as you gesture towards the couch, “You can all sit. And I don’t believe I got your name earlier.” 

They all trudge towards your couch and the boy nods towards you, disbelief still painting his face, “Ron Weasley.” 

“A Weasley and a Potter. Interesting.” Regulus’ voice emits from behind you, evidently finished with putting your newly purchased books away. He approaches the living room and stops to stand beside you, eyes assessing the three as they shuffle uncomfortably under your husband’s scrutinizing gaze. 

You turn to look at him, nudging your hip against his, “Care to explain?” 

“After we get answers,” Regulus murmurs, eyes trailing towards the loveseat, “Come, love.” 

As you both settle on the cushions, Regulus immediately bypasses formalities, still uncertain about your guests’ presence, “So, there must be a reason that we’re meeting this way, Mr.Potter.” 

Harry visibly gulps at the intense look in Regulus’ eyes, clearing his throat as he leans forward, “Yes, we’ve come because of this,” you tilt your head to the side as the boy fishes out a pendant from his pocket before he holds it up to you both. 

Regulus’ hand drops to your thigh as he hums, “I see.” His tone indicated a lack of surprise, yet an unwillingness to indulge. You knew Regulus’ ways of dancing around conversations well. 

“You have the real one.” Harry’s words are firm, eyes stormy as he seems to drift into thought. 

“So you have come to find me, and pray tell, how did you find me?” Regulus’ flinty words have Harry retreating back imperceptibly, eyes flickering away to consider his answer. 

“Well, you used quite a bit of magic to make this.” Harry clears his throat, slowly retracting the dangling locket from the air. 

Regulus quietly huffs through his nose, leaning back as he hums, “Tracking spells. Of course. I assume you’re here for the real deal then?”

Your mind was spinning in circles as you tried to keep up with the conversation, having half the mind to be disconcerted by how you both were effectively tracked down by three kids. Hermione licks her lips before leaning forward to address Regulus, eyes scanning him with confusion, “How did you survive that night, sir? If what Harry told us was true, that cave…” 

“You lot aren’t the sort to dawdle, are you?” Regulus muses, fingers brushing down to your knee, “To answer your question, Ms.Granger, I received some help that night.” 

“Help?” Ron interjected, eyebrows raised in perplexion as he glanced at Harry for an answer. 

At Regulus’ admission, you redirect your attention to him, lips furling into a faint frown as you question all the hidden facets of his life. Of course, you knew the foundational details about the magical world, and perhaps tidbits of his past, but the avenue of conversation unfolding before you was completely foreign. 

Regulus peers at you for a brief moment before he nods, “Yes. Severus helped me. He gave me the antidote for the potion inside of the basin.” 

Ron sputters at this. “Severus? As in Snape?” He spins to look at Hermione who looks equally dumbstruck, yet she steadily caps away her shock with a hum of acknowledgment. 

Harry nods slowly as he runs his thumb over the pendant in his palm, “He’s a traitor.” 

You gape at the uninhibited jab, wanting to insert yourself into the exchange to defend your friend. Regulus pats your knee before steadily riposting, “Self-servitude finds companionship in loneliness.”

“Is that the life motto for all you snakes?” Ron mutters, hands clasped together as he leans his elbows on his knees. 

Regulus seems hardly fazed by the boy’s acrid tone, eyes slowly rising to gaze away, “You know us Slytherins. Self-preservation and then some.” 

“To see the right and not to do it is cowardice.” Hermione blanches, mouth set into a thin line as she examines the wall opposite of her. 

“Confucius.” You muse, hand trailing down to cover Regulus’.

Regulus nods and gives Hermione a look of consideration, “Gryffindor, then.” The girl nods in confirmation before tilting her head, causing Regulus to continue his train of thought, “I was a bit partial to betting on Ravenclaw. I suppose you hear that often. That being said, I implore you to examine the nuances to Severus’ situation. I can assure you, he is not your enemy.” 

The three teenagers seem to sink into their thoughts and Regulus takes this as his cue to slowly push himself up, giving your knee a parting squeeze as he huffs, “I do hope you all know how to destroy it, and I hope you’re able to accomplish your endeavors, Harry Potter.” 

Without waiting for a response, Regulus cascades out of the room and up the stairs, only the sound of his muffled footsteps occupying the hushed atmosphere. You slap your palms against your knees as you begin to get up too, mouth slanting into a small smile, “Would any of you like some tea?” 

The shock from the impromptu visit from the three teens stew in the air long after they departed from your home, eyes glistening with determination as Regulus relinquished the mysterious locket to them. A lingering itch of curiosity occasionally swept through your head, but you figured that there would come a time when answers would be granted to you.   

You just hadn’t figured such a time would arise so soon after. Not even a week after meeting Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, another novel face was taking residence by your front door. 

“Hello, may I help you?” You asked pleasantly, propping your hip against your door frame as you balanced a stack of towels by your side. 

The man surveys you with poorly concealed anxiety before he clears his throat and nods, “Hi, I’m looking for a Regulus Black. I was told he lives here.” 

You tilt your head and look over your shoulder at the clock, “Yes. He won’t be home for another hour or two. May I ask how you know him?” 

“My name is Sirius. Sirius Black. I’m, uh, his older brother.” 

Shock flashes across the forefront of your mind at the man’s words, and you barely thread together any semblance of composure as you nod, “Please come in, I think a much needed chat is in order.” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, straightening his coat with a gulp. 

“My pleasure, Sirius. I’m Y/N Black, by the way. Which, I suppose, makes you my brother-in-law.” 

“Wait—I'm sorry, what?” 

masterlist

[like-a-pond]

jealousy ⋆˚.༄

bf!James Potter who usually doesn't get jealous (wc:0,8k, tiny bit angsty, heavy make-out in public, kinda smutty, mention of sex)

James doesn’t get jealous, not really.

Sometimes he’ll feel the beginnings of that ugly feeling bubbling up in him, but all he needs is to simply think about how lovely you are and maybe the last of your kisses and all of a sudden all he feels is grateful.

He knows you love him and the thought of you leaving him for the first bloke that makes an okay joke is frankly ridiculous.

So, why has he been  intently staring at you and a blond guy from your English class for 15 minutes? Blake- or whatever the fuck he’s called made a joke that had you laughing so hard that James’ head had piped up out of reflex. Your eyes were watering, holding onto his shoulder as he laughed with you.

You removed the hand fairly quickly and you two aren’t even standing that close for it being a party, but James cannot get it out of his head. He’s mentally going over every interaction you two have ever had, tallying up your laughs and giggles to determine that he has definitely made you laugh longer and harder than fucking Blaise.

Still, he’s watching you like a hawk, drink long abandoned in his hand. He ignores the chatter going on around him, clenching his fist to keep from going over there like a jealous maniac.

You giggle again and he starts moving.

Okay, so maybe he’s being a bit of a jealous maniac. But, really he just wants to kiss you and hopefully remind Blaine or whatever that you have a boyfriend.

As he pushes through the crowd, largely ignoring the greetings and attempts at flirting he gets, sometimes nodding back to a guy he’s fairly close with, he keeps his eyes on you. You, in a jumper and jeans because these parties have become way too frequent for you to dress up every time. You, with his jersey hidden underneath said jumper.

He needs to get that jumper off of you.

He definitely needs Ben to back the fuck off.

You feel him before you see him. His strong arms settle around you as he hugs you from behind, pressing a strong but short kiss to your neck that has you letting out a soft giggle. 

“Hi, Jamie” you murmur, looking up at him. His face is tight, glaring at Brian who backs up quickly, mumbling something about getting another drink.

You frown at the interaction but James spins you around, tightening his grasp on your waist. You gasp and before you can question him, he has you pressed against the wall, mouth hot on yours.

It’s deep immediately, strong where he usually begins soft and the silent moan you let out only spurs him on further. His hands roam your body, dipping underneath your jumper to palm your tit through his jersey. You gasp and he moves down to your neck, sucking and biting.

Your whole body burns, electricity running through your veins as he fills your senses. You have half a mind to grab onto his large shoulders, brain and legs already turning to mush just from being kissed by him.

“Jamie- ah! What are you- nngh… doing?”

His breath is hot as he leans up to your ear, answering in Spanish “Besarte, mi vida.” (kissing you.) The gravel of his voice has you whining, arching into him.

“Fuck, Jamie” you whisper, short-breath catching up with you.

He crashes his lips back onto yours and finally slides his hand underneath your (his) jersey as well. The rough calluses on his hand cause a magical sensation as he starts massaging you through your thin bra, fingertips ghosting over your nipple.

You throw your head back with a moan, luckily swallowed by the music, breaking the kiss and encouraging him back to your neck. He pulls the neck of your jumper down a little, kissing along your shoulder and pressing angry words into the skin there. “Eso me molestó mucho, amor mío. Never do that again. Eres mío. Todo mío, ¿verdad?” (I hated that, my love. (...) All mine, aren't you?

The switch between languages has your head spinning and all you can do is whine out his name, pulling your head back up to silently beg for a kiss. He doesn’t give in, looking at you expectantly and pausing all his sinful ministrations.

Your brows pull up in question “What?” it’s barely more than a gasp.

“You’re mine.”

You frown at the unusual possessiveness, but nod nonetheless, too desperate for him to continue. Not like it isn’t true, either. “Yes, Jamie. All yours, only yours. Just for you”

He smiles and kisses you again, taking your cheek in his hand with a sudden softness, delicate and sweet. “Let’s go upstairs, mi vida” James whispers against your lips.

“Yes. Yes, please”

MY ENGAGEMENT IN THIS FANDOM IS NOT IN ANY WAY A SUPPORT TO JK ROWLING AND HER DISGUSTING VIEWS!!!!!!! I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, SEXISM OR RACISM!!!

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Proposal prompt

"everyone's looking at us" "that's why I'm really hoping you won't say no"

Remus X fem reader

Remus X fem reader

Summary: Remus proposes to reader Infront of all their friends.

Not proofread

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Today had been an odd day. To start it off, Remus had suggested you go and get your nails done and even gave you money to pay for them. It's not like you didn't appreciate it, of course you did, it was just that he never did that. Not unless it was a special occasion and today was not. It was just any old Saturday.

Then he'd told you to get ready and dress in something nice as later he would be taking you to dinner with all your friends. He didn't say why which caused you to think you'd forgotten one of their birthdays. When you tried asking him he just changed the subject.

"rem, is it someone's birthday? If it is I believe I have forgotten." You start "and it would be terribly awkward if we get there and I don't know who to say happy birthday to."

"lovely just go and get ready, we're leaving soon." He said before turning towards your bedroom. "Have you chosen what to wear yet?"

***

Later on, in the car, you could tell something was wrong with him. He had both hands on the wheel when he'd usually only have one on the wheel and the other in your own hand.

On top of that, he was just acting strangely nervous and fidgety for a nice dinner with friends. He was breathing heavier and checking his watch more often.

"if you're not feeling well we can go home y'know? I'm sure whoever's birthday it is won't mind." You speak up breaking the almost tense silence between the two of you.

"I'm alright dove. Don't worry about me. We're almost there now anyway, no point going home now." He replies.

"alright, if you're sure. But if you want to leave at any point just tell me and I'll make a stupid excuse again" you reassure causing him to smile. Finally.

***

The two of you head into the restaurant, hand in hand, and walk towards the table your friends are sat at.

You both sit down and everyone starts talking to eachother again.

"oh your nails are beautiful" lily compliments you.

"thank you" you smile "I got them done this morning"

Meanwhile, Remus is struggling to engage in his conversation with James, Peter and Sirius. You glance over at him every once in a while just to make sure he's ok.

***

Their conversation is hushed so you can't hear it despite being close to them. They make sure you're being distracted by lily.

"when are you going to do it then?" Sirius asks.

"I.. I don't know. I don't think I can do it in here though." Remus replies honestly.

Sirius James and Peter look at eachother and nod.

"alright. We have a plan, just wait until we're done here." James says.

"ok" Remus says, hoping the plan his friends have is a good one.

***

After everyone's finished their food, you're all about to leave the restaurant and head home until James speaks up.

"hey how about we all go for a walk. I could use one right about now. Sirius?"

"I'm down." He says giving Remus and lily a pointed look causing them to also agree.

You look up at Remus, he nods at you and takes your hand.

***

James and Sirius lead your group to a lake. There's fairy lights hanging from some of the trees around you. They're reflecting onto the river causing it to look like glitter.

You stand there for a while with your hand in Remus's until you feel the warmth of his hand leave yours.

You look around for him but can't see him anywhere which is strange as only a second ago he was stood right next to you. That's until you hear him clear his throat from the floor.

"rem what are you doing on the fl-" you start but cut yourself off when you see the ring box in his hand.

"dove, I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone. You're the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last before I go to bed." He pauses for a moment, collecting himself and wiping the tears that has started forming in his eyes. "Will you please marry me?"

You stand there for a second in shock. You really don't know what to do. You're so surprised that you forget that you've not yet answered when you whisper "everyone's looking at us"

"that's why I'm.hopimg you'll say yes" Remus whispers back nervously.

It clicks in your mind that you haven't replied to his question yet and immediately you say yes. There are tears in both your eyes as you answer him. But the second he gets up you pull him into the tightest hug. All of your friends around you cheer as they watch the two of you.

You pull away and Remus slips the absolutely beautiful ring onto your finger.

"it's so beautiful.." you say entranced by the diamond now sat in your finger, symbolising the love between you and your future husband.

The whole way back to the carpark lily and Marlene were complimenting and admiring your brand new ring.

***

Once you're both back home and I'm bed, you finally have time to process what just happened.

"oh my god, we're getting married." You say quietly.

"yeah dove, that is ok right?" He replies anxiously like somehow you hadn't meant to say yes or felt pressured to.

"more than ok" you answer causing him to relax. "I love you"

"I love you too"

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