Hii, i see you in nearly all the marauders fic comments omg 😭😭 U seem so sweet and like u write alot, would u ever consider posting a fic rec of the best fics u read? 🫶🏻🫶🏻
aelinwya's all-time favorite fic recs
omg hi darling !! your message is so sweet and made me so so happy, thank you 🥹 i actually don't write fics myself (yet) but i probably will in the future when i gather enough courage
here are some of my favorite fics i've read and the lovely authors who wrote them, these are fics that have stayed in my heart even long after reading them, and the writers are truly just angels and so sweet !! hope you love reading these just like i did 💗
disclaimer! : this post is regularly updated and i always add new fics on here that have captivated my heart <3
MARAUDERS :
JAMES POTTER :
pizza fight by @luveline (i'm sobbing i want my own james this is so cute)
fell from heaven for you! by @bartonomy
is it over now by @zrvllya
do you really want to hurt me? by @zrvllya
hear it in the silence by @ghostedgwen
under that attitude by @ghostedgwen
lost in translation by @bartonomy
shades of wrong by @ghostedgwen
you dote on james when he's injured by @moonstruckme
james gives you the hug of the year by @moonstruckme
all the reasons we're not in love by @dismalflo
james tries to help when you have a sore tooth by @luveline
sorry by @cosmal
coworker james x sick!reader by @luveline
a knock on the head by @dismalflo (oh this is so cute)
SIRIUS BLACK :
my girl by @colouredbyd
on thin ice (series) by @moonstruckme
sirius taking care of drunk!reader by @luveline
gorgeous by @cassiopeiasdaughter
i think he knows by @theemporium
blisters by @cosmal
shitty IT job by @dismalflo
REMUS LUPIN :
the archive by @dismalflo
midnight zoomies by @colouredbyd
sparks by @zrvllya
sweater weather by @zrvllya
the art show by @dismalflo
i'll hold your hand through all of christmas day by @crescenthistory
matchmakers association by @dismalflo
paradise by @luveline
still here by @sunskisser
remus x autistic!reader who is comfortable stimming and unmasking around him by @luveline
notes in the margins by @dismalflo
REGULUS BLACK :
a bet on "not quite together' by @colouredbyd
all that is left to say by @colouredbyd
the great war by @zrvllya
the nightingale (series) by @colouredbyd (dalia's writing will touch the deepest parts of your soul, i'm in love with her fics)
you occupy my every thought by @crescenthistory
sweet like honey; karma is a cat by @crescenthistory
and what will come of us then? by @crescenthistory
sacrifices by @aetherraeys
BARTY CROUCH JR :
barty x black!sister!reader by @crescenthistory (i can always rely on carina for heart-warming fics, especially with barty and regulus jsksk)
this isn't fun anymore by @crescenthistory
LILY EVANS :
academic rivals by @moonstruckme
in absentia lucis, shoebox regnant ✴︎ 1.5 by @aurelia-in-the-margins
lily and whimsical!reader befriend a ghost by @moonstruckme
MARLENE MCKINNON :
locked out by @crescenthistory
i think i'm in love with you by @daystarpoet
sailor song by @zrvllya
POLY!MARAUDERS :
emt!marauders help after you're pressured into drinking too much by @moonstruckme
lover, you should've come over by @amnmesias
murdering flicker by @colouredbyd
secrets have teeth -> part two & part three by @colouredbyd (i'm in absolute awe oh my god)
roommate!marauders x reader by @moonstruckme
ghost hunter!marauders x new recruit!reader by @shadesofhogwarts
alone by @sunskisser
banana bread by @dismalflo
you're being hurt and your boyfriends protect you by @writtenbymoonflower
your emt boyfriends coax you into a hospital visit by @moonstruckme (all of mae's poly!marauders drabbles are just amazing, i recommend all her fics!)
whimsical!reader tries some alternative healing methods by @moonstruckme
your emt boyfriends comfort you through vertigo @moonstruckme
your emt boyfriends show up after your car wreck by @moonstruckme
emergency contact by @cosmal
homesick by @thesweetestofdreams
reader is attacked by greyback by @heaven4lostgirls
POLY!WOLFSTAR :
the time turner (i'm crying but also screaming this is so good and i never knew i needed this concept — i'm in love) by @starry-eyed-moony
scary dog privilege by @colouredbyd (i'm obsessed with this fic)
sirius is plagued with a bleeding remus and a fainting you by @moonstruckme
thawing out (series) by @moonstruckme
your boyfriends love you unconditionally by @moonstruckme
POLY!ROSEKILLER :
evan and barty help you ward off a creep by @ervotica
dissecting is just a hobby of his by @tiredofthehumanlife
POLY!JEGULUS :
celestial bodies by @glamourscat
you all reassure harry after he overhears an argument by @juleswritesstuff
POLY!BARTYLUS :
secrets by @evermoreness
oh my, love is a lie! by @colouredbyd
POLY!MOONWATER :
broken vases by @colouredbyd
hospital visit by @crescenthistory
PLATONIC/FAMILY MARAUDERS :
'til all that's left is glorious bone — by @colouredbyd
-> — so you'll bury your own (part 2) by @colouredbyd
if i follow you to the river (series | i am obsessed with this and cannot stop thinking about it, one of the best series i've ever read <3) by @amnmesias
always an angel, never a god by @amnmesias (honestly as someone with no friends and no one to comfort me, this fic hit very hard and i know i will be re-reading this a lot)
we are friends (slytherin emeralds x reader) by @crescenthistory
stop, you're losing me (james x sister!reader) by @amnmesias (don't mind me i'm just over here sobbing)
home by @amnmesias
you learn the consequences of a shared bathroom (marauders roommate au) by @moonstruckme
cw ⟢ smut, mdni 18+, swearing, reader lashes out, signs of burnout, edging, brat taming, bratty!reader, soft!rem, choking, p in v, lowercase intended
summary: the pressure of a work project is making you act out of character and poor regulus receives the brunt of your stress and he simply wont have it.
a/n: so much horny brainrot, writing this when my midterms are two days away....i think i need jail time....not proofread x
it’s been hours.
hours since you sat down at your desk, working tirelessly on your project, eyes straining against blue light of the screen, back hunched over. the backs of your irises burning under the pressure of a mild headache that has been brewing since the morning.
the project wasn’t due for another six days, and yet every single day since you’d been assigned it, you forced yourself to focus on nothing else. the looming pressure of failure and desire for perfection invasively creeping into the forefront of your mind whenever you tried to rest.
and it was having some adverse affects on your, usually, rather pleasant and sweet disposition.
you had been told before that you don’t handle stress well, and that your tongue can get quiet sharp without you realising, but you hadn’t even noticed your scrowl and sour attitude.
or the harsh tone you’d been using with regulus all day.
and he was well aware of the stress you refused to talk about, or even admit to feeling—as silently as possible trying to ease the pressure.
small things throughout the week, both him and remus had been worked to make sure you didn’t overwork yourself like always.
and remus had only popped out to the shops for maybe an hour, picking out ingredients to make you something that might tear you away from your laptop screen.
it was only when regulus had peaked into your shared room for the fifth time that day—just checking in—to see the water he’d left completely untouched. it forced his lips to purse together in mild frustration, but with a small inhale through his nose, he pushed down the desire to reprimand and slipped in through the door.
he was perched on the bed for a few moments before he spoke, voice light and gentle.
“you should drink some water, love,”
you didn’t acknowledge him with more than a mild hum, frown etching onto you face at his presence. its not that you didn’t want him there, but he was surely going to distract you, and in your mind, the faster you were done with this, the better.
even if it did mean being a bit distant.
he heard the way your fingers paused their steady typing when his voice cracked the manicured silence you worked in—resuming after a few moments, and still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you for another hour in your scrunched position.
“you shouldn’t sit like that, love, you’ll hurt your back,”
regulus could have sworn he saw your eye twitch in the reflection of the screen, and you didn’t mask the small sigh that left you before you spoke, “i’ll be fine, reg.” tone clipped, words abrupt.
there were a few more beats of silence passed before the soft clicking of your fingers filled the room again. he continued to watch you intently—the way you picked at the skin around your nails each time you paused, one corner of your lips slightly reddened from your excessive biting, brows pinched in concentration.
“you haven’t left the room all day—come eat with me,”
he was already standing just beside you, still trying to push down the chiding words and coax you out of the same four walls you’d caged yourself in for the last five fours.
you didn’t even bother responding, but he saw the way your jaw clenched, the way your hands squeezed into small fists over the keyboard before stretching out, tapping a bit harder into the keys. he had to bite down the scoff that built in his throat at your blatant disregard, swallowing his pride—he knew it wasn’t personal, you were stressed, probably hungry and dehydrated—burntout.
raising his hands to your shoulders, his fingers worked lightly into the tense knots that had built in your shoulders, brows just as pinched as yours—in sympathy, “why don’t you take a break?”
it didn’t last long.
almost instantly you were shrugging off his touch, hands coming up to your face, forcibly rubbing over your eyes and browbone as if to will stress away, “please, reg. you’re making me lose my train of thought.” snippy and curt, but regulus could hear the undercutting tone of desperation in your voice.
not once did you spare him even a glace, and with another heavy sigh you tried to hone your attention in on your work, pushing down the simmering irritation that was burning in your chest.
couldn’t he just let you be?
let you work in peace?
so you can finish your work, just be done with it.
his lips pursed into a tight line, composing himself with a deep breath, hand hovering over your shoulder for a few moments before he let it rest on the back of the chair. “maybe if you ate something or took a few minutes, amour, you’d be able to—”
your head whipped up to him, eyes glossy in frustration, cutting his words short with a snap,
“could you fuck off for five minutes?!”
regulus’ jaw clicked, his brows arched high on his forehead at your words, and you knew you’d done it.
though that little outburst wasn’t the reason why you were in your current predicament.
lips bitten raw, chest rising and falling in rapid succession, head lolling against the pillow, hair stuck to the sweat that had prickled at your forehead—regulus fucking into you with a meanness that had you screwing your eyes shut.
“…stubborn little thing,” punctuating his breathless words with each unforgiving ram of his hips into yours, forcing the air out of your lungs in choked muffled mewls, teeth forced into the flesh of your lips. and, you were—stubborn. because you could have easily avoided this if you’d just apologised like he’d asked you to, but no. instead regulus was steadily working you to another high he was undoubtly going to deny you.
there was surely a darkening patch of wetness on the bed beneath where you were joined, thighs split over his hips, his brows were knit tightly together, chest rising with each puff of air he sucked in—he was grinning down at you dangerously now. tongue darting out to wet his lips—”cat got your tongue now, amour?”
you squirmed in his hold, hips bucking into, then away from the rummaging thrusts he pushed into you, shaking your head into the pillow as your eyes squeezed together even tighter.
“hmmm, g’na let me hear you, then?”
regulus was only met with another hushed cry, smothered by your teeth’s long lasting refuge into your bottom lip and more mindless shakes of your head. your wrists were crossed over your abdomen, held together by the bruising grip of his hands—using you as leverage to fuck into you harsher, producing a lewd squelch from between you.
“aww, my girl doesn’t wanna talk to me?” he was goading, forcing more bullying thrusts up into your plush walls, legs stuttering and trembling where they bracketed his hips, “that’s okay, amour, my girl can have whatever she—wants,” runting into you explicitly mean, adjusting his grip on your wrists.
watching with a leering smirk as your eyes rolled back in your head, lips parting to release a singular honeyed whine, before immediately worrying shut. and regulus noticed it, narrowing his eyes, and bucking up in that same manner—earning him another cry, and a wolfish grin split onto his face.
he could feel it, the way you clenched and pulsed around him, each time his pressed into that spot. “thaat’s more like it, amour, nice and loud for me,” brows furrowing in concentration, working the coil that rested in the pits of your stomach tighter and tighter.
your blood was ringing in ears, spine arching at the pleasure, heat spreading invasively under you skin—trying to focus on anything other than the delicious stretch that sparked through you with each thrust. but it felt like all senses except for touch, had been dulled.
so much so, that you didn’t notice the soft click of your bedroom door when it shut behind remus.
“well, well, well,” he drawled, immediately settling on the bed next you, eyes dark with interest, “couldn’t wait an hour before you started the fun, reg?”
you just barely found the strength to let your eyes open just a slither, head rolling to find remus just inches away from you—smirk etched onto his face in amusement as your gasping whines filled his ears. “haah—not even. this brat couldn’t behave for the hour you were gone,”
mouth parting, your protests falling dead on your lips, only able to shake your head deliriously as your bucked your hips into regulus, loud mewls leaving as you got dangerously close to the edge. gaze still trained on remus, as he hummed in acknowledgement—bringing his hand to brush the hairs that stuck to your face away. “oooo, what d’you do, pet?” cooing in a low tone, breath fanning over your cheek.
you couldn’t focus on his words even if your tried, eyes screwing shut as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap, walls fluttering frantically around regulus, forcing a groan from his lips as he quickly reeling all the way out, his tip just barely kissing your glossy folds, watching as you clenched around nothing.
speaking breathlessly over your frustrated cries, “was just trying to take care of her—she told me to fuck off,” releasing one grip over your wrists, pushing teasingly against your slit before bullying his way back into your core, bottoming out in one languid thrust, his breath catching in his throat as he continue, “too, ngh—too stubborn to say sorry,”
regulus wasted no time in working you back up, even as you whined in protest, looking over to remus with pleading eyes as he ground his hips harshly into yours—adding just the right amount of pressure to leave you leaking and gushing around him.
remus was still stroking your head, eyes soft when they met yours.
but his lips split into a deceivingly innocent smirk as he spoke, “don’t look at me, dove, you know what you have to do,”
your eyes were glossy when you squeezed them shut, a broken cry of, “hngh—rem,” leaving your lips, and you could hear the low snicker that left him as you turned away. regulus shifted, using all his weight to pressing into you harder, and the change in angle made you head spin, forcing wanton babbles out as you shook your head restlessly.
working you up again, too fast, and you could barely think straight, let alone breath—drinking in greedy gasps of air, fruitlessly trying to squirm away each heavy plow of his hips. you were clamping down around him, the pressure of your walls had regulus’ jaw slacking—words littered with hoarse groans, “f-fuck, close already, amour?”
you couldn’t respond, not when remus’ voice was in your ears, filling the blank space in your brain with his low and honeyed tone, lips just carressing the shell of your ear.
“hmm, don’t you wanna cum, pet? so stubborn, gonna make reggie fuck it out of you?”
it was all too much, the rough drag of regulus filling you up, the way one of remus’ hands wandered over your skin, hitching you leg to give regulus more room, or how he nipped at you jaw the second your neck craned away and stretched as your back arched—you could almost taste your high, so close your hips trembled and vision blurred.
and then nothing.
empty.
regulus had pulled away with a sharp hiss, just when you were about to teeter over the edge, body shuddering against the mattress, tears of frustration welling in your eyes.
remus wasn’t looking at you anymore, gaze fixed on regulus as he sucked in a harsh breath, “merlin, reg, almost gave her a ruined one,”
he was already rocking into you after a few moments, hissing when as your walls sucked him in desperately—the wet slick sound mixing with your whines and whimpers once again. remus was too soft, taking pity on you ever so slightly—he was going to make you break.
bringing his hand gently over your throat, not squeezing, just resting, and you drew in a sharp inhale at the contact, brows curving into a deeper arch with each jolt of pleasure that ran through you.
“you want me to squeeze, love?”
your hands clenched into a tight fist, wiling your fast approaching high away, eyes rolling to the depths of your skull when regulus leaning into you, reeling his hips back before sinking all the way in, again and again and again into your poor swollen lips. you weren’t even sure you were in the room anymore, mind hazy with the endless onslaugh pleasure, nerve endings set alight—nodding deliriously at his words.
“yeah? be a good girl and break for me—give reggie what he wants,”
a almost gutteral groan left regulus at the first spasm of your walls around him, hips stuttering as your incoherent cries of half-formed thoughts, “mmphf, fuck—pleasepleaseplease, reggie—” filled his ears.
hips chanting up into his to meet each thrust, eyes rolling into a tight squeeze, forcing tears out of the corners when you heard his voice, almost just as wrecked as yours, “hngh—not enough, amour—wanna hear you say it,”
you were practically melting into the mattress, body shivering with each push push push, walls were clinging to him so tight he almost struggled to pull away.
one testing press of remus hand around your neck, you caved—babbling urgent sobbing strings of, “m’sorry—hck, reg—gna be good, pleaseplease, m’sorry,”
dragging in deep breaths between words with every even deeper stroke he was planting on you, and when remus’ hand finally squeezed deliciously around your throat, you body went ridgid—high washing over you in unforgiving waves, vision spotting, breath hitching as regulus praise reached your ears.
“thaaat’s it, amour—cum f’me,”
the wet sounds of skin on skin becoming more and more languid before his head presses into your neck, cheeks flush against remus’ hand, strangled moans muffled by the press of his lips to your skin as he spilled inside you, “—mmphf, s-so good—fuck,”
jaw slacking as the aftershocks struck through, remus ever so gently peeling his hand away from your neck, thumbs brushing over the tops of your flushed cheekbones, as your shuddered coming down from high, blissful hums passing into the air from your lips.
body boneless as regulus pressed small delicate kisses to your skin, voice just above a whisper, more breath than words—”you okay, amour—not too much?” you just managed the smallest of nods before you melted into his touch, the tempting lull of sleep too strong to deny.
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.
hii, entering my senior year I've been going insane over school so I was wondering if you could do an academic-sensitive reader that has a really tough time on DADA because that year had an incompetent or awful teacher? with Remus or moonwater since they'd also get frustrated with the professor (plus points if they were all doing good in previous years, this year was just a lockhart or umbridge situation) It's super understandable if this isn't doable, thank you either way ♥️
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poly!moonwater x reader 2.7k
summary: after the new professor sets on humiliating you, defense against the dark arts becomes a nightmare. when you break down after class, regulus and remus find you and decide they’re going to make sure you never doubt yourself again.
warnings: horrible professor, accusatory comments, verbal humiliation, crying, protective remus and regulus, hurt/comfort.
a/n: this is so choppy, sorry anon </3 not proofread!
Some professors were truly the most unqualified, shit-ass, bloody teachers to ever step foot in Hogwarts and you meant that with your entire chest.
It wasn’t just that Professor Wilkes was a terrible teacher, with his monotone voice and confusing explanations. His thinly veiled, shady comments about werewolves, which left Remus tense and silent, only made him more unbearable.
But it was more than that. He seemed to take a particular delight in humiliating you.
Maybe he didn’t like how outspoken you were in class, or how you never backed down when he tried to assert his superiority. Perhaps he simply took pleasure in belittling others, a bitter soul who thrived on cruelty.
Whatever it was, today was no different.
The class had finally ended. Students shuffled toward the door in tired, aimless waves, murmuring to one another, their movements sluggish. You exhaled softly, thinking you had survived yet another of his lectures unscathed, only to hear your name cut sharply through the stale classroom air.
You froze, your chest tightening as all the conversation around you dissolved into silence. His eyes bore into yours like an accusation.
"Miss (Y/L/N)," he began, voice loud and deliberate, carrying over the shuffling and chatter as students packed up their things, "it seems you have once again submitted work that is, shall we say, not your own. Tell me, did you actually write this essay yourself, or was it borrowed from someone more competent?"
Your stomach knotted. The words felt like cold steel against your skin, loud enough for the remaining students to hear. Your cheeks burned and your hands curled into fists at your sides. You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, heart pounding.
"Professor Wilkes," you said, voice steady though your throat felt tight, "I wrote it myself. Every word. I researched every source and cited everything correctly. I—"
He cut you off, a thin smile twisting his lips into something mocking. "You expect me to believe that? Hours of effort, and yet the quality is so poor it can hardly be distinguished from a rushed forgery. I would almost applaud your audacity if it were not so laughably inadequate."
You blinked, refusing to let the sting of his words silence you. "I did not steal it! I worked hard! Every paragraph is mine!"
He leaned back slightly, the picture of condescension, and let out a soft, derisive chuckle. "Hard work is no substitute for talent, and audacity will not cover incompetence. Perhaps you are too naive to understand that your so-called diligence is nothing compared to the actual skill required here. Some of you will never rise beyond your limits, no matter how much you toil."
The words landed like stones in your stomach, heavy and suffocating. You felt a tremor in your hands, your vision blurring with tears you had fought to suppress.
This was not the first time he had humiliated you, and you knew it would not be the last. You had always been resilient, used to challenges, but his cruelty carried a weight that made your chest ache and your mind reel.
You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself as you clenched your jaw. "I am not incapable," you whispered, though your voice cracked. "I can improve. I will improve."
He regarded you with a detached gaze, as if you were already beneath his notice, and then, without another word, turned and strode from the room.
The empty classroom seemed to close in around you, the echo of his insults lingering like smoke.
The tears came fast and hot, falling down your cheeks before you could stop them. You weren’t the kind of person to cry easily. You could handle a lot. But being singled out like that, shamed for your writing and accused of stealing it in front of everyone, spoken to like you were worthless — it cut deeper than you expected.
You knew you should wipe your face, gather your things, and leave.
You knew Remus and Regulus were probably already on their way, waiting outside to walk you to your next class or sneak you off to the library like they always did when you were having a bad day. But you couldn’t move. The tears wouldn’t stop, and the humiliation was still sitting in your chest like a stone.
So you sat there, alone in the classroom, shoulders shaking as you cried into your hands.
You fucking hate him so much. You really, really do. But it’s no use crying over him now.
You wipe your cheeks with your sleeves, trying to catch your breath and swallow the hiccups bubbling up.
You shove your quill and ink back into your bag with shaking hands, clutching your parchment to your chest like it can somehow stitch the pieces of your heart back together. Just as you're about to walk out of the classroom and leave this entire humiliation behind you, the door creaks open.
Regulus steps inside—calm, composed, and stoic as ever—but the second his eyes land on you, his expression crumbles. His frown deepens, sharp and immediate.
Without a word, he drops his bag onto a desk and rushes over, concern breaking through every part of his carefully built façade.
You don't hesitate.
You rush forward and crash into him, burying yourself into his chest like it's the only place left that makes sense. His arms wrap tightly around you on instinct, protectively, as if he could shield you from whatever hurt you.
The moment you press your face into his robes and sob without restraint, he stiffens slightly, then softens with worry, gently rocking you.
“Mon amour,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “What happened? What is this? Why all these tears, hm?”
You shake your head against him, trying to talk, but it just comes out in hiccuped fragments. Regulus tries to tilt your chin up, but you only push your face deeper into his chest.
He exhales slowly and nudges you back a little, his hands warm as they cradle your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears.
“Hey. Hey, look at me,” he says softly. “Tell me what happened. Please.”
“It’s—” your voice breaks, and you clutch his wrist, grounding yourself. “It’s Professor Wilkes. He—he said I was stupid. He embarrassed me in front of everyone and I—I didn’t even do anything wrong. I tried. I really tried and he thinks I steal my work and—”
The door bangs open again.
This time, it’s Remus.
Worried doesn’t even begin to describe the look on his face. His eyes dart between you and Regulus, scanning your tear-streaked cheeks, trembling shoulders, and the tight quiver of your lips. He crosses the room in seconds, hands already reaching for you as his voice rushes out in pieces.
“Dovey, what happened? Are you hurt? Who—what—what’s going on?”
You bury your face in Regulus’s chest again, muffling a sob, but your body shakes with something heavier than sadness. Remus moves in, gently tugging you from Regulus’s hold and wrapping you in his arms.
His warmth presses against your skin, steadying, grounding, like a tether to reality, but your chest heaves too hard, too fast, and the fury beneath the tears begins to stir.
You take a shuddering breath, trying to let the grief subside, but it only feeds the frustration that has been building over weeks. Every humiliated glance, every belittling comment from Wilkes, every night spent pouring over notes only to feel invisible—it all surfaces at once. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms as the tears continue to flow.
“It’s not fair,” you whisper, voice breaking but trembling with something sharper now. “I try. I work. I study. And he… he just—he treats me like I’m nothing. Like I’m not even trying. Like everything I do is worthless.”
Regulus’s hand brushes against yours, a silent plea for patience, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. Your sobs turn harsher, voice catching with each word, and finally the tears bleed into anger, spilling over in a rush of sharp, jagged breaths.
“I’m done with him!” you yell, the words shattering the quiet of the room. “I am so done being the idiot he sneers at, the punching bag Wilkes drags out whenever he gets bored! I’m done pretending I understand when I don’t! I’m done sitting there while everyone else—everyone else—zooms past me like it’s effortless!”
“Love—” Remus starts, cautious, but you spin on him, eyes blazing and hands trembling with intensity.
“No! Don’t! Don’t give me some calm, reasoned speech. I already know what you’re going to say. ‘It’s just one assignment.’ ‘He’s a terrible professor anyway.’ ‘Let’s prank him.’ I don’t want jokes. I want him fired. I want him humiliated. I want him to regret ever speaking to me in that tone!”
Regulus exhales behind you, slow and measured, and you whip around to face him, voice raw, cracked, every syllable weighted with both sorrow and anger.
Your hands shake as your rage spikes again. “He had the audacity to say my essay was copied from someone else!”
“Hey, hey,” Remus says, stepping toward you, warm hands on your shoulders, steadying. “Love, slow down. Don’t let him get in your head like this.”
You shake your head wildly, voice rising again, cracked and furious. “Don’t call me that like it’s going to fix this. Nothing’s going to fix this! I’m just some stupid girl who got lucky with a wand and unlucky with a brain.”
“That’s not true,” Regulus cuts in sharply. “Don’t say that.”
You laugh bitterly, stepping away from both of them. “It’s not a joke. I’m failing. I’m failing and it’s humiliating and my dad is going to think I’m wasting everything and—”
“Stop.” Remus’s voice is firm but kind, the kind that doesn’t scold, just grounds you. “Stop running laps in your own mind, love.”
Your lips tremble, and you glance between them, eyes glassy. “I just… I feel so small. Like I’m incapable of doing anything right.”
“Don’t say that, ma belle,” Regulus murmurs, stepping closer, voice soft but steady. “You are never small. You are clever, you are capable, and no one, not even that insufferable professor, will convince us otherwise.”
Remus steps closer, hands cupping your face gently, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “Look at me,” he says softly. “You are extraordinary, and anyone who tries to make you feel less than that is not worth your time. We will help you, and we will not let this diminish you.”
You glance down, chest tight. “I don’t want to bother you,” you whisper. “You both have your own work.”
Regulus shakes his head, calm but firm. “You’re not a bother, ma belle. Honestly, we’ve got good grades already. Helping you won’t slow us down.”
Remus leans closer, steady and warm, his voice a gentle anchor. “Tonight, after dinner, if you want. Bring all your notes, we’ll go through everything together, slowly. You will see, everything will be alright.”
Your throat tightens and a small sob escapes, eyes darting towards Regulus. “You really mean that too?”
“Of course, amour,” Regulus says, a soft smile tugging at his lips, fingers brushing lightly through your hair.
“We will not leave you to struggle alone. And it is not just about the grades—you will feel better knowing we are here, by your side.”
Remus squeezes your face gently, thumbs brushing over your jawline. “We have you, dovey. No one will make you feel alone in this.”
You shake, tears spilling down your cheeks, and without thinking you lean forward, burying your face into Regulus’s chest, once again.
He wraps his arms around you immediately, holding you tightly, murmuring soft reassurances into your hair. He then leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple.
You blink up at him, lips parting, but before you can say anything, Remus is already reaching out with both arms open, smiling in that gentle way that always manages to undo you. “Come here. Give me a hug, baby.”
You step into him without hesitation. His arms close around you, grounding, steady. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of parchment and honeyed tea.
When you finally pull back, you smile—small, sheepish, still rimmed with tears. “I am sorry for crying like that,” you whisper, voice tinged with shame. “It was really stupid.”
But Regulus cuts you off immediately. “Non, non, amour,” he says, brow furrowing slightly as he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. “What did I tell you about apologising for crying, hm? None of that.”
You let out a soft giggle, nose wrinkling as you nod. “Yeah. Right.”
“Exactly,” Remus says, brushing your hair back with a fond, patient look. “Crying does not make you weak. It makes you human.”
“Quite a magnificent human at that,” Regulus adds, matter-of-fact and tender all at once. He leans closer, tilting your chin up gently, his lips brushing your forehead before moving to wipe your teary cheeks with deliberate care. “Besides, you are my baby. You can cry to me as much as you want.”
You swat his chest playfully. “Hey! I am not a crybaby!”
He chuckles softly, leaning in again, pressing a gentle kiss just under your eyes. Between kisses, he murmurs, “Ma douce et sensible fille… toujours magnifique.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes, light and unrestrained.
“Come on,” he says after a moment, pulling back with a faint smile. “Off you go to Remus.”
Remus immediately envelops you in a warm embrace, steady and grounding. You nuzzle against his chest, sighing softly. “Where are you going?”
Regulus presses a lingering kiss to your temple. “I’ve got something to deal with, ma belle. But I will be back in an hour, and I promise… we will tutor together, all three of us.”
He leans over and presses a soft kiss to Remus’ temple, whispering, “Take care of her. I’ll go deal with it.”
You stiffen slightly in Remus’ embrace, a flicker of confusion passing through your mind—take care of what, exactly?—but you don’t voice it.
As you watch Regulus leave the classroom, a small knot of worry forms in your chest, though you cling to Remus’ warmth.
“Come on,” Remus says, snapping you out of your thoughts while guiding you back toward the sitting area. “Let’s go rest for a bit.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, voice heavy with fatigue. “I think I need a nap… until Reggie comes back.” You pause, blinking up at him. “Wait… where did he say he was going?”
Remus brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch soothing. “Don’t worry about it, love. He’s probably dealing with something… important.”
You nod, letting yourself be led away, leaning against him as you finally feel relief wash over you.
Unbeknownst to you, Regulus was off making sure Professor Wilkes would never bother you again. After all, he and Remus could not bear the sight of their sweet girl crying.
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.
synopsis; after a huge party that you were convinced you'd be alright going to, you end up hiding in your slytherin boyfriends dorm from every little thing.
pairings; poly!moonwater x seer!reader
warnings; profanity, social anxiety troubles
a/n; i'm totally not basing this off of a recent experience (except i didnt have a remus or regulus to comfort me)
THE PARTY WAS LOUD, booming even.
Students from every house drinking and dancing from wall to wall.
Couples in bathrooms and lines outside the door.
It was the last Gryffindor hosted party until holiday break, lasting until early January.
James, Sirius, and Peter had planned their last big prank of the year, though Remus wasn't very involved.
He was specifically tasked by Regulus to keep a watchful eye over you.
You had convinced your boyfriends (and not exactly yourself) that you could go to this party and make it out alive.
But godric, were you wrong.
You felt suffocated, pushing through the piles and piles of people as you somehow made it out into the silent hallways.
Tonight in the castle was the infamous no patrol night, where Filch and other teachers on duty wouldn't patrol. Basically meaning there was no curfew.
It was actually meant for students who needed to pack last minute, but everyone knew that this was a better option.
Not many students lingered the halls, besides a few horny little fourth year boys trying to get to second-base with their girlfriends of one week.
You made your way down to the dungeons, somehow making it that far without collapsing into yourself.
Quietly, you whispered the password and generously allowed into the Slytherin common room by the giant snake-like accents slithering away to reveal the dimly lit space.
You made your way up to Regulus' room, which by your knowledge was to be completely empty.
Your suspicions were right, and that left you to collapse onto his bed and let your emotions get the better of you.
You thought you could handle it.
You took deep breaths.
Hell- you even tried to stay with Remus, but the crowd separated the both of you whilst James pulled him aside.
You were trembling, and desperately wanting your boyfriends but not being able to immediately contact them.
Unexpectedly, you started feeling faint. Like your consciousness was being tugged right from your fingers.
It was like you were in a large, dark ocean with the moon just over head.
It was too far to see very clearly, though it's presence was still there.
Then, there was a star. A bright star. It was reaching for you, but the waves kept tugging you under as you felt like you were constantly drowning and being swept away.
You tried to reach for the star, but the tide crashed above you as your hand reached tirelessly towards the star.
And after one colossal wave, you had fully sunk.
The little stars glow dimming as you sunk under.
Before you jolted conscious once again, now feeling a cold hand pressed on your back.
You looked up to see your boyfriend, Regulus, a worried expression painted onto his face as you realized that you were practically laying on top of him.
"I-" You started, eager to explain yourself and why you didn't stay. As you expected some sort of lecture or "I told you so" from him.
"You don't have to say anything, amour. You're safe." He mused from below you, just as you realized how heavy your breathing as and damp your cheeks were.
"I know you were determined you could stay, but we're proud of you that you searched for solitude instead of making yourself more uncomfortable." A different voice spoke softly, that voice obviously belonging to Remus.
"I-I said I would s-stay though and I didn't..." You attempted to find some sort of blame to place on yourself, but clearly your boyfriends weren't taking it.
"Dove, it's completely alright." Remus caressed your cheek gingerly, as Regulus and his ice cold Antarctic hands against the lumber of your back.
"Please understand nobody is mad at you, it's alright, amour." Regulus cooed, his ring finger drawing imaginary lines down your forehead to the tip of your nose.
"O-Okay.." You murmured sleepily, the Sight making your brain go all fuzzy and lulling you to sleep.
"Bonne nuit, mon amour. Respire, nous sommes là..."
(goodnight, my love. just breathe, we're here…")
Regulus whispered, smiling gently at his boyfriend as you fell asleep.
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