poly!moonwater x fem!reader who wakes up from anesthesia [1.3k words]
a/n: I've been craving hospital fics lately and also haven't written for moonwater in so long so.... voila! 🤭
CW: hospitals, reference to IV line, reader is discombobulated, fluff
Your body feels cold on the inside, as if there’s ice water being pumped through your veins leaving your skin hot but your blood running cold. You wonder if that should concern you, but you can’t seem to find it in you, what with the rhythmic beeping coming from some machine to the side of your bed.
You were just beginning to grow accustomed to the feeling of your chest rising and falling under the thin blankets when the door to your room opens.
“Oh-” a curly headed bloke murmurs, all but tossing the various snacks he’d been carrying on a few uncomfortable looking chairs to free his hands before coming to stand beside your bed. He’s handsome; sweet looking, with black ringlets that are desperate to be long enough to tuck behind his ears but aren’t quite, dark and perfectly arched eyebrows drawn together in the middle on your behalf as his grey eyes scan your face. “Have you been awake long?”
You weren’t aware you’d ever been asleep, but your attention is drawn instead to the way his hand gently encircles your own, careful of an IV line expertly taped on the back of your hand.
“I’m not sure.” You offer; the words rough and grating, ripping through your throat before they force their way out of your sandpaper mouth. His brows twitch closer together sympathetically as a tsking sound escapes him.
“I’m so sorry, my love; we wanted to be here when you woke up.”
He uncaps a bottle of water he seems to have procured out of thin air and brings it to your lips, and you find that you can’t really bring yourself to question the intimacy of the moment when your mouth feels so dry. His hold on the back of your head is reverent, laying it gently back down on the pillow when you finish drinking.
“How’re you feeling?” He asks, setting the water bottle down on a rolling tray table beside your bed and perching on the edge; your hand officially being held hostage between his two delicate ones.
“I feel…weird.” You admit warily; it doesn’t seem too concerning to the bloke, though, who merely nods at you as if that was expected.
“You’ll feel better soon, amour. Everything went really well.”
You get the sense this is meant to be reassuring, but the rhythmic beeping that was coming from your side is starting to be more cause for anxiety than its former relaxation. You’re embarrassed when you flinch as the bloke moves to wipe some baby hairs away from your forehead; you’re mortified that he notices.
“Are you alright?”
“Are we- why are you here?” You blurt, too thrown by the apparent intimacy that the two of you share – or, that he seems to think the two of you share, at the very least – to carefully consider your words.
“I’ve been here the whole time, Y/N. We only left to get some snacks for when you woke up.”
You don’t have time to get caught up on the we of that sentence, almost scrutinizing him when he readjusts the blankets around you as a shiver shakes your frame.
And then you spot a beaded bracelet on his wrist.
“Reg.” You narrate; the familiar feeling of the name on your lips filling in a few more blanks. “You’re Regulus.”
Regulus’ shoulders fall in semi-relief, though he seems rather crest-fallen to learn that you feel rather disoriented.
“You’re having a hard time remembering me, aren’t you?” He concludes, smiling sadly at you when you nod your head in the affirmative. “I’m sorry, amour; that must’ve been kind of scary.”
“Not too scary; you seemed nice enough.” You placate, surprised when this elicits a sharp, surprised laugh from him. You get the feeling such blatant and spontaneous displays of emotion don’t happen often for him.
“Well that’s good; I’m very glad.”
The two of you fall into a comfortable albeit shy silence; the beeping coming from your side returning to a more relaxed cadence as you watch Regulus’ thumb brush soothing strokes just above the tape on your hand that you’ve only just decided is really very itchy.
“Do you have any other questions?” He asks gently, bending ever so slightly in an attempt to meet your eyes.
“Are we…together?”
He smiles as if he knew that was going to be your question, but his cheeks gain a dusting of pink regardless.
“Yes, we’re together.”
You fight the urge to fidget with the threadbare blanket. “You’re my boyfriend?”
He nods with a smile, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to it. You’ve never wanted to rip something off of yourself more than you wanted to pull at the IV, catheter and veins be damned. “And you’re my girlfriend.”
You let out a breath of relief, feeling yourself settle further into the bed now that your present company doesn’t leave you with so many questions.
Your eyes begin to grow heavy, and you’re only just realizing that the soothing strokes of Regulus’ fingers are not entirely innocent as your body melts further and further into the hospital bed until the door opens again to expose another, taller bloke with bottles of water and fizzy drinks in his arms.
“I didn’t know what kind you’d want so I got a few options; I’m sure one of these will appeal to Y/N when she wakes up.” He explains, his gaze pointed at the beverage haul as he clumsily sets them down on a chair next to the one holding the snacks.
He moves towards the bed to press a lingering kiss to the crown of Regulus’ head – an affectionate arm wrapping itself around Regulus’ smaller frame as he pulls him into his side – before he realizes that you’re awake.
That you’re awake, and all but glaring at him.
There’s a vague part of you somewhere deep in your psyche that tells you this is no cause for concern, but you’re pretty sure other blokes aren’t meant to be kissing your boyfriend.
“Hi, sweetheart. How long have you been up?”
You feel your brows furrow further, and Regulus answers on your behalf.
“Not too long, I don’t think. She may have just woken up before I got back.”
The taller man hums as he affectionately squeezes your hand sitting atop Regulus’; the beeping beside you performing another crescendo as your eyes flit between the two boys.
“Remus is your boyfriend too, amour.” Regulus placates with a teasing smile. “You’re alright.”
“What?” Remus asks; his brows mirroring yours as he looks between the two of you warily.
“I just had to explain to her that I’m her boyfriend and then you came barging in and kissed me.” Regulus explained dryly, though it’s clear that he enjoys pretending to be chiding.
Remus laughs, reaching blindly behind him to pull a chair towards the edge of your bed, never letting go of your hand in the process. “I’m sorry, dovey; I didn’t mean to confuse you.”
You feel like you might simultaneously shrink and bloom under the weight of his honeyed eyes and the somewhat familiar moniker falling from his lips; your blinks growing heavier once again as you fall into a content, comfortable silence save the rhythmic beeping beside you.
You find that you don’t want to close your eyes, though; you have gold and silver ones to admire.
As if reading your mind, Remus brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles in almost the exact same place Regulus had moments before. “We’ll be here when you wake up, dove. Go back to sleep.”
It seems a shame to waste your time looking at the back of your eyelids instead of the two boys in front of you, but the beeping seems to slow and lulls you further into sleep’s welcoming embrace; intricate lines of morse code telling you that you have nothing to worry about, you can stare at them later.
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.
hi angels! thank you so much for 1k followers, sorry this is long overdue but we're finally having the 1k follower celebration (100 followers later lmao) thank you all for reading all my silly writings and for supporting my work, love you guys xx
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ᥫ᭡ aaron hotchner
ᥫ᭡ spencer reid
ᥫ᭡ steve rogers
ᥫ᭡ tony stark
ᥫ᭡ bucky barnes
ᥫ᭡ james potter
ᥫ᭡ remus lupin
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ᥫ᭡ regulus black
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hi!! i recently discovered your blog and i'm afraid you've singlehandedly brought back my harry potter hyperfixation. i didn't even know moonwater/darksun wasn't a thing until your posts ... i've been so out of loop
i was wondering if you could write about moonwater and a reader who's too nice for her own good. regulus being in a secret relationship with reader and remus, seeing reader being bullied and trying to teach her how to be scary or fight back but she's too adorable for it. so he just says fuck it and hard launches their relationship by walking her everywhere to scare away her bullies himself
such a cute prompt - thank you for your request! I hope I did it justice <3
poly!moonwater x whimsical!reader who's too sweet for her own good [1.1k words]
CW: fem!reader, reader is from Ravenclaw, her housemates are sort of bullying her, the boys are protective, Regulus threatens pain and torture, hard launching an up-until-then private relationship, fluff
“Dovie,” Remus cooed in that way that Regulus could tell he was sort of trying to be chiding but really couldn’t bring himself to be as stern as he wanted to be, “where is your scarf?”
You paused in shucking off your robes to look down at your scarfless frame as though you’d only just realised it was missing. “Oh, well, it wasn’t on the coat rack that I normally leave it on when I was getting ready for class this morning.” You explained breezily. “So I just left without it.”
“Do you have any idea where it could be?” Regulus asked carefully as he fought against the protective ire threatening to bubble over; daring to draw closer to you in the privacy of one of the study rooms that the three of you often secluded yourselves in.
The relationship was new - not tentative, yet delicate - and Regulus wasn’t exactly ready to welcome the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw to what he deemed to be quite precious.
“No, but it has the habit of showing up in the most peculiar places.” You replied, ever present smile adorning your face as Remus and Regulus shared a sympathetic and concerned gaze over your head, respectively.
“Like where, amour?” Regulus pressed.
Your lips pursed as you considered him. “One time it was hanging from the rafters in the great hall; that was very tricky to get down. Oh! And another time, it was wrapped in a bow around a pot of venomous tentacula; very cute, but the plant did nip at me when I tried to retrieve it.”
“Sweetheart,” Remus cooed again as he sat forward in his chair, clearly feeling very sorry on your behalf, “who keeps doing that?”
Your brows furrowed at Remus’ obvious displeasure. “Well, I’m sure it’s probably my housemates? They have easy enough access to my things.”
“Things?” Regulus interjected. “Plural? They do this to your other stuff too?”
“Oh, all the time.” You agreed simply.
“And you let them?” He continued, earning him a reproachful “Regulus…” from Remus.
“Well,” you offered with a shrug of your shoulders, “they seem to have fun doing it.”
“No, absolutely not.” Regulus declared as he stood. “Amour, stand up, we’re putting an end to this.”
“An end to this?” You asked curiously, though you stood as Regulus directed you to, allowing him to position you in the middle of the room.
“Pretend I’m your roommates.” He instructed, fixing his robes and standing straighter as he ignored Remus’ snort of laughter who simply watched with intrigue. “Tell me to keep my filthy fucking hands off of your godsdamned things.”
You pulled your lips in between your teeth as you looked at Remus nervously. “Erm…could, well, could you please keep your…filthy fucking hands off of my things…please?”
“Amour,” Regulus chastised, “stop saying please. Don’t say please.”
“Well, it’s just that it’s a little rude, Regulus.” You explained as though Regulus might not have known.
“I know it’s rude, amour. That’s what happens when people steal your things, yeah?”
“They’re not stealing my things.” You argued. “They…borrow them; I get them back eventually.”
“Yeah? Remus, do you often have to fight venomous tentacula’s for your things?”
“Not once.” Remus answered quickly, keeping his interested gaze on you.
“No? Why’s that?”
Remus shrugged. “I’d probably be very rude to them if anyone tried to steal my things.”
“You’re not rude, Remus.” You insisted, causing Remus’ teasing smile to soften to near painful levels. Regulus thought it was disgusting adorable.
“I’m not rude to you, dovie. But you also don’t steal my things or play mean pranks on me.”
Your face fell somewhere between bemused and crestfallen. “You think they’re being mean to me?”
A pained sound actually emanated from the back of Remus’ throat.
“Well…I don’t think they’re being very nice to you, mon cœur.” Regulus offered softly, shooting a grimace over at Remus.
“Well…why would I want to be rude like them, then?” You asked honestly, and Salazar’s saggy balls, if Regulus didn’t completely agree with you.
“You know what, amour? You’re absolutely right.” He agreed; lips threatening to turn up at the corners at your relieved smile.
“Well, hang on.” Remus started. “What are we going to do about her things?”
“Salazar help me, if you don’t tell me where the fuck you’ve put her scarf I will have you chained to the bottom of the Black Lake so godsdamned fast, Merlin himself won’t be able to help you.” Regulus hissed, one hand fisting the collar of a beady-eyed Ravenclaw and one hand shoving the tip of his wand into the bloke's jugular.
“It-it’s hanging in the Hippogriff pen!” He offered quickly, struggling in Regulus’ grip.
“Good lad.” Remus offered patronisingly from behind Regulus. “Now go get it for her.”
Regulus released his hold on the bloke's collar the second he nodded, and the Ravenclaw couldn’t have taken off towards the Beast's classroom faster if he had tried.
“Anyone else have any of Y/N’s things they’d like to cough up before we come looking for them?” Remus asked jovially, smiling at the cautious crowd that had formed when they heard Regulus Black and Remus Lupin of all people were on a warpath.
“Uhm,” a witch squeaked as she stepped towards you, keeping her nervous eyes pointed at your boyfriends, “sorry, L/N…I, erm, I seem to have come across your History of Magic textbook.”
You smiled as though she was handing you a gift. “Thank you, Clarissa; I kept getting detention for showing up to class without it.”
Regulus was sure Remus could actually hear Regulus’ teeth clench from his place beside him, but Remus simply placed a placating hand on his elbow.
“If I so much as see you even looking at her things again, Clarissa-”
“You won’t!” Clarissa yelped, interrupting the end of Regulus’ threat before taking off down the hallway.
“Do you have all of your things now, dove?” Remus asked after you, watching you look down at the book in your hands.
“Almost, but I’m sure the rest of my things will start showing up now.” You responded happily. Remus nodded in agreement, Regulus narrowed his eyes at the surrounding crowd as if threatening ‘they better’.
The relationship was new - not tentative, yet delicate - and Regulus hadn’t been quite ready to welcome the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw to what he deemed to be quite precious.
But if welcoming the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw is what it took to keep you happy and safe, well, he was more than willing to pull out all the stops for his sweet and too-pure-for-her-own-good girlfriend.
Hello! I was wondering if you can write for maybe moonwater? It’s nsfw tho.
Like r is a little insecure about her being loud and that she might make weird facial expressions during sex and so she covers her mouth with her hand and the boys or just one of them removes her hand away and asks why she covers the sounds she makes WHILE actively SHEBANGING without actually slowing down and her having to explain herself while also trying not to make any sounds. Just humor and fluff and comfort and …sex😂
I love you btw!
thanks so much for your request & I love you too! I realized while writing this I've ever written like...proper smut for Regulus before, so that was fun!
poly!moonwater x afab!reader who is trying to be quiet [742 words]
CW: fem!reader, explicit sexual content, threesome, daisy chain/sex train? everyone's fucking at the same time idk, p in v smut, m/m/f, reader's insecure about the sounds she makes, teasing and "scolding"
Remus must have found that sweet spot inside of Regulus, because a long, pleased moan is drawn from his pretty pink lips, though he never slows his own rhythm as he continues to drive into you.
If anything, Remus’ newest discovery sees Regulus pounding into you with a renewed energy and you’re certain he’s doing it in an attempt to torture you.
Your hands fly up above your head, searching the mattress in a futile attempt to reach for the pillows you had been trying to use to muffle your guttural cries and shouts of pleasure; your eyes screw shut when one almost manages to escape your lips.
Your hands cover your face and you find yourself more focused on keeping yourself quiet and hidden than the pleasure of the moment when you feel the bed dip; lithe fingers circle your wrists and — rather roughly — pull them away from your face before pinning them to the mattress on either side of your head.
Remus is peering down at you from above as Regulus nearly glares at you from his place at the foot of the bed.
“What is your problem?” Regulus asks simply, rhythm never slowing as tightens his hold on you — your knees hooked over his elbows — and he continues slapping his hips against yours over and over and over again.
”I-“ you start, almost choking on your words as your chest rises and falls discordantly. “What?”
”What is your problem?” Remus repeats on his behalf, cocking an eyebrow at you from above as mischief dances across his eyes. You aren’t given a chance to consider how the hell he is currently kneeling at the head of the bed when he is meant to be inside of Regulus right now when Regulus slams harshly into you, punching a shout of pleasure out of your lungs.
“There we go!” Remus cheers, shaking your wrists that he still had trapped in his hands in celebration.
“So those pretty lips of yours do work, hm? I was starting to think we’d broken you.” Regulus taunts; another whimper escapes your lips as he does.
“Why do you keep trying to hide?” Remus asks you when you resist against his hold, slightly more considerate than your other boyfriend when he realizes you’re trying to cover your face again. “Red? Do you need to stop?”
Regulus’ hips hardly have a chance to slow – though they do at the tentative use of the safe word – before you sob out a desperate “no! God, no.”
“Then I ask again,” Regulus mutters with a teasing lilt, following each word of the rest of his sentence with a slam of his hips in punctuation, “what - is - your - problem.”
You let out a sob as Remus maneuvers both of your wrists into one hand to free his other so he could trail his thumb in soothing strokes, starting at your temple, trailing down to your jaw and back again.
“I can’t- I, I’m just - oh god - I’m trying not to be too loud!”
Regulus’ relentless assault on your cunt ceases as he completely halts all movements in order to look at you incredulously, and Remus actually scoffs at you from above.
“Dove,” he laughs chidingly, “who are you afraid will hear you?”
You look nervously between your two boyfriends – which is all the response you offer either of them – before Regulus grumbles something disbelieving and Remus starts to laugh in earnest.
“You mean to tell me” Regulus starts, pulling almost all of the way out of you before he roughly pulls your hips right to the edge of the bed and farther onto his cock “that you think I’m putting my whole fucking back into this so that you will be quiet?”
You seem to have inspired a ferocity in Regulus you’re not accustomed to as he starts slamming into you with renewed vigour. “The fucking nerve.”
“You’ve done it now, dove.” Remus teases, laughing at your surprised yelp when Regulus takes both of your legs into one of his arms and forces you onto your side without missing a beat; your body is all heat and dampness, both of which seem to emulate from your cunt and spread ever outwards.
“Keep her facing forward for me, love. Yeah, just like that.” Regulus sighs as Remus stations one hand on either side of your jaw in order to stop you from burying your face into the mattress. “I don’t want to miss a single one of those pretty sounds.”
hi elle! i saw you have requests opens and read your post about the high stakes hurt/comfort and i was thinking maybe (only if youre comfortable obvi) requesting some hurt/comfort with moonwater? kind of pureblood reader who lies to them about her family and hides what happens during breaks to not worry them and during winter holidays she shows up at the potters kind of fragile and scared because she ran away? im sure our boys will be a little confused at first but will coddle her to no end? that seems pretty high stakes hurt but even more high stakes comfort because i know those two will not stop comforting her hahaha <3 hope you’re having a good day!
thanks for your request!
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who shows up at the Potter's [936 words]
CW: reader's implied abusive family, suggested physical abuse but nothing described, hinting at Regulus' shitty childhood, Remus holding everyone together and also taking the piss at Regulus' expense because someone has to
Regulus mentally kicked himself when you startled. All he’d been trying to do was fix the blanket that was beginning to slide off your shoulder, but it appeared that even your unconscious mind was still in fight or flight mode.
Thankfully, Remus was there to quickly correct it; gently shushing into the crown of your head and rubbing gentle circles into the inside of your wrist with his thumb as he held your hand.
“M’sorry.” Regulus murmured quietly, even though you were mostly still asleep, even though you weren’t upset with him, even though he was sorry for more than just startling you.
He was sorry you were here, and he was sorry that you hadn’t been here sooner. He was sorry you had to be here at all, yet he was sorry for not realising that you needed to be here before. He was sorry that him being here came so easily to him, and sorry that it cost you so much.
He was sorry.
“She’s okay, m’love.” Remus murmured from his place beside you; staring at Regulus as Regulus stared at you.
“She’s hurt.” He responded simply.
“She’s safe.” Remus countered.
“But she wasn’t, and-”
“All we can do is make sure she is now.” Remus offered a touch more sternly. Regulus envied Remus for the way he was able to take on an authoritative tone with Regulus whilst his body language and gentle touches remained nothing but loving and calm for you.
Regulus had a (rather typical Black) habit of feeling (and exuding) his emotions at 110% always. If he was upset, everyone knew it from the steeliness of his eyes and the set of his jaw, right down to the rigidity of his fingers and toes.
Remus could be angry and raging with the world, and to the wandering eye, he’d look as though he were merely spacing out, deep in thought.
So even now; even after you’d shown up to the Potter’s unannounced - though certainly not unwelcome - slightly worse for wear and extremely tender, Regulus couldn’t help but keep his fist wrapped tightly around his wand. His jaw was sore from how roughly he was grinding his teeth, and he couldn’t manage to sit beside you on the bed for more than 30 second stretches before he was back up and pacing again.
Regulus wasn’t sure if you’d cast a glamour over any welts or wounds or if you’d healed them before showing up, but Remus and Regulus were more than familiar with the aches that linger even after a hasty healing spell.
“Why didn’t she tell us?” Regulus finally asked; voice hardly raising above a whisper as he admits what’s been eating at him since the moment you showed up.
Remus let out a sad sigh but never faltered in his hold on you, and Regulus found himself filled with a longing and jealousy for Remus’ ease of comfort.
“You never told me.” Remus offered.
Regulus tried - thought failed - to tamp down the defensive ire rising in his throat. “Sirius did; you knew about Sirius.”
“Reg… that’s not the same, yeah?”
Regulus let out a huff and refused to look at Remus.
“Regulus, you cannot be mad at her for this; especially not right now.”
“I’m not-” Regulus cut himself off with a frustrated hum as he stood and began his pacing again. “I’m not mad at her.”
“You’re not happy with her.”
“I’m not happy because one of the loves of my life showed up beaten and bruised and scared, and I didn’t do anything about it!”
The volume of his voice startled even himself, and Regulus’ eyes quickly darted to your still sleeping form.
“I cast a muffliato.” Remus explained, and Regulus brought his fists up to his eyes at the first sign of his sinuses swelling painfully.
“Regulus-”
“I didn’t do anything about it.” He hissed.
“Then come here and do something about it.” Remus replied not unkindly.
Regulus’ hands - one still gripped tightly around his wand - fell uselessly to his sides as he looked at Remus helplessly. “I don’t-” he tried, sucking in a shuddering breath before continuing. “I don’t know how.”
“That’s alright.” Remus continued patiently. “I’ll help; come here.”
And Regulus did; finally deigning to toss his wand onto one of the bedside tables in the guest room before sliding into the bed on your other side, pausing when you jolted.
“You’re alright, dove,” Remus murmured into your hairline, “s’just Reg, hm?”
Apparently, that was all it took. Regulus held his breath as you rolled over on the bed and nuzzled into his awaiting arms, clinging to his jumper like he was a lifeline keeping you grounded and saving you from simply floating away.
Regulus found his muscles relaxing as he melted further into the bed, curling his arms protectively around your frame and holding onto you much the same way; like he, too, was afraid you would simply float away if he didn’ hold onto you with the utmost care.
And then Remus went to stand.
“What?” Regulus hissed quickly. “Why are you leaving? Don’t leave.”
“Relax, Black.” Remus snorted teasingly, moving around to the other side of the bed to press a kiss to Regulus’ temple. “I’m going to go make us all some tea, yeah?”
“But…I don’t know what to do…”
Remus shook his head and turned to leave the room. “Hold your girlfriend, Regulus. I’ll be right back.”
“His confidence in me is astounding.” Regulus muttered into your hair, but Regulus did as he was told.
Regulus held his girlfriend, and he had no plans to stop any time soon.
this is the poly!moonwater request and yes!! that is what i was referencing.
link to original request here; thanks for the ask!
concept: hi! can you possibly do a little thing of barty and reader and she finally agrees to "run away and start a new life" with him but it's like a cute little vacation while remus and regulus are out of town for something ? [502 words]
starring: fem!reader, Barty Crouch Jr
featuring: Evan Rosier, Rome Lupin, Soleil Lupin
based off of: pt 1 -> pt 2 -> pt3 -> pt4 -> pt5
CW: technically a poly!moonwater ficlet but neither boy make an appearance hahaha
Barty lowers himself down onto the daybed with a languorous sigh, smiling at the clear blue skies as he rests his head on his intertwined hands; the picture of serenity in his neon pink speedo he wore in order to lean into his ‘new European lifestyle’.
“You know, tres, I’m so glad you finally agreed to do this with me.”
You let your book fall into your lap though you keep your page saved, stealing a quick glance at your girls playing in the sand before you shoot Barty a look from the rim of your sunglasses.
“What exactly is this that you’re glad I agreed to, Bee?”
He turns to look at you with a bemused smile as though he thinks you barmy for forgetting already.
“Uhm, for running away and starting a new life with me, obviously?”
Rome squeals in delight at something Evan has done or said, but his signature frown is back on his face by the time you turn your attention to him.
“Barty, we’re staying at Regulus’ vacation home.” You admonish with no heat. He scoffs at you.
“For now, treasure. I’m obviously going to find the perfect place for my best girls.”
You roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Your actual boyfriend is here.” You tell him, nodding to where the brooding man is sitting in the sand like a barricade between your daughters and the gently lapping waves of the ocean. He splits his time between scowling at anyone and anything that comes too close to them and beaming down at Rome and Soleil to say “you’re doing brilliant on the castle, girls. Smashing job” before he’s back to scowling.
“He’s the live-in nanny, treasure.” Barty drawls like he’s appeasing his ailing grandmother who has just asked if he’s going to give her great grandchildren before she dies.
“You really do make up your own version of reality, eh?”
Barty simply smiles and returns to his reclining, clearly of the mind that anyone who doesn’t is barmy.
As it was, Regulus had a few things to wrap up at the Ministry before being able to join the lot of you on holiday, so instead of making you and the girls wait for him, he opted to join you when he could; Remus decided to stay behind with Regulus since you had plenty of help with Barty and Evan.
You couldn’t deny it was nice to be able to catch some rays and get through a few chapters of your book without having to entertain the girls, but other times…
“Y/N.” Evan’s suddenly standing in front of you with his hands clasped behind his back, both girls standing behind him in matching poses; the picture of innocence. “We were wondering, since we’ve been so good today, if we could go get ice cream.” A tiny elbow jabs him in the hip. “Please.”
…other times, it felt like you’d gone to the South of France – alone – with four toddlers instead of two.
I just want to start off by saying I live for your writing!! I was hoping to request a poly!moonwater x reader? one were reader has inattentive adhd? she forgets to do chores around the house and sometimes even eat, and Remus and Regulus just have to remind her? you can tweak it however you want, I really wouldn’t care I love your writing! anyways hope your doing well! 🩷🩷
thanks for your request, lovie!! hope I did it justice <3
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has inattentive ADHD [968 words]
CW: symptoms of ADHD, reader gets frustrated with herself, the boys are quite enamoured by the whole thing, fluff
Remus and Regulus entered your shared flat and paused when they noticed the rather chaotic state of it.
Though the kitchen did indeed look to have been swept, the mop and bucket (of pristine soapy water) sat dejectedly against the lower cabinets.
“Oh, amour…” Regulus sighed - lips quirking into a smile and tone full of fondness - as he placed his grocery bags on the counter and moved to grab the mop. “Think she’ll be upset if I finish this for her?”
Remus made a sound of consideration. “It may embarrass her; why don’t we go find her first?”
If they hadn’t been following the growing number of baskets and bins of clothes and hangers, they would have been able to follow the sound of your playlist emanating from your phone.
The music was playing in your bedroom which was nothing short of a disaster, but - unless you were hidden beneath one of the various piles of clothes and linens - you weren’t in it; the only evidence that you had been in there was your phone charging on the nightstand and the entire contents of your wardrobe spilled out onto the bed and floor.
The sound of a machine whirring alerted them to the fact that you were in the den, and they followed the noise to find you hunched over the sewing machine as you sewed a patch onto an old denim jacket.
Remus had to fight the urge to let out a sweet cooing sound - ever enamoured and fascinated by the way your mind works - and based off of Regulus hiding his smile behind his hand, he felt much the same.
“Hey, dove.” Remus called gently, though loud enough to reach your ears over the sound of the machine, causing you to startle.
“Oh! Hi!” You called, lowering the needle of the machine to save your spot before turning to give them your attention. “What are you guys doing here?”
Remus and Regulus shared a quick look before the latter answered. “We’ve just gotten home from the shops, amour.”
Remus watched as your brows furrowed before your face fell. “You guys are back!?”
You nearly knocked the table with your sewing machine clean over in your haste to stand and made a beeline for the hallway.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You apologised as you paused in front of the bedroom. “Shit; I swear I’ll clean all this up!”
“I know you will, dove.” Remus tried to placate, but you were already bending over and grabbing bins and boxes.
“When I heard your laundry stop, I thought I’d switch it over for you, and then I figured I should probably do my laundry too, you know? And then by the time the laundry was done and I went to put it away, I realised my closet was overflowing and I figured I should downsize. But then I found my old denim jacket that I loved but had a rip in it in the back of my wardrobe! So I grabbed that - and your jumper, Rem - and started to sew.”
“It’s okay, amour.” Regulus assured you, though you stomped your foot in clear disagreement.
“It’s not okay! All I was supposed to do was mop the-” Your jaw fell open as you turned to your boyfriends in horror. “I was supposed to mop the kitchen…” You nearly whimpered, and Remus’ heart squeezed when he noticed frustrated tears welling in your eyes.
“And it will get done, dove, hey-” He mollified as he encouraged you into his chest. “Why don’t we help you finish up what you’ve gotten done so far, and then-”
“I’m not supposed to need your help!” You argued, though your protests were muffled by the fabric of his jumper. “I should be able to manage a few measly chores.”
“And you can amour. But you also have two handsome and helpful boyfriends who live to serve you.” Regulus teased, subtle mischief shimmering in his grey eyes that felt like home to Remus.
“S’not funny.” You pouted.
“I’m not making fun, my love, honest.” Regulus assured you as pressed a kiss to your hair and rubbed a soothing stripe up your back.
“You were very busy today,” He murmured into the side of your head then, “did you leave yourself any time to have something for lunch?”
Remus had a hunch, but the way your body tensed at Regulus’ gentle accusation was all the proof he needed.
Remus pressed another kiss to the crown of your head before pulling you away from his chest to look down at you. “How about you get the room organised enough that we have somewhere to sleep tonight, and I’ll make us something to eat before Regulus finishes mopping the kitchen?”
“But-”
“Great plan, Rem.” Regulus butted in quickly, turning and beelining it for the kitchen before you could even begin your protest.
“Let him help, dovey.” Remus encouraged. “He loves it.”
“I just…” You started, and Remus continued rubbing his hands up and down your back as you searched for the words. “I just wish my brain worked normally.”
Remus squeezed you tight against him at your admission. “Well, I understand that you’re frustrated, but if it’s any consolation, I love your brain just the way it is, and I know Reg feels the same too, yeah?”
You let out a groan but returned his hug, and Remus accepted it for the acquiescence it was.
“What do you say? I think we ought to go find Regulus before he does all the chores and leaves nothing for the rest of us.”
And as much as he had been teasing, the two of you scurried out of your bedroom rather quickly knowing that Regulus - the notorious clean freak - would absolutely do just that if left unattended for too long.
