If You Ever Forget That You Love Me (Caspian X Reader)

If you ever forget that you love me (Caspian x reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 861

Requested: Yes, by @i-amtitania

Warnings: I think none? If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian reads letters from her.

Caspian woke up feeling warm sun rays on his skin and hearing the birds singing. It took him a few moments to realise that he was no longer on the sea, he was home, and his betrothed was just a few rooms down the hall. A smile came onto his face, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the thought that he would see you today without the need to dream about it anymore. He sat up, stretching his muscles, when his eyes fell on the pile of paper on his nightstand. He reached for it, noticing a ribbon wrapped around it and his name written by you on top of it. He touched it carefully and leaned against the headboard. He took the first one and unfolded it, holding it like the most sacred thing in the whole world. His smile grew wider when he noticed the date on the bottom of the sheet - the day his journey started. He read attentively every word you wrote, and everyone went directly to his heart. He loved how you described your days and even wrote about small gossip around the court. He was grateful for the possibility of catching up with everything that way. He was sure that you made some situations more light and fun than they would be. What shocked him the most was how easily he could notice your emotions through those letters. Even if you didn’t name it, he could say that in better days, you wrote more jokingly, with more anecdotes and jumping between different topics. On bad days they were more thoughtful and shorter. On these days, you clearly express your worries and how you miss him. It made him want to run to you and hug you tightly, but the knowledge that Trumpkin, Doctor Cornelius and Glenstorm were there for you and took care of you. 

In one of the latest letters, written just after the wedding of one of your friends, he found a part that made him blush, and he needed to read it twice to believe that it was there.

My love, I can’t stop thinking about you and our wedding. I want it to be perfect for us - for this celebration to be cherished by us similarly. But what kept me awake tonight was the thought about everything after it. About how it will be to wake up next to you, to be able to keep you close at night. How our life will look in the cosiness of our bedroom because I must say I really hope that we will choose to have a shared bedchamber. I dreamed about your lips on mine, your hands on my body, being able to learn your body and being the reason you will achieve pleasure…

Caspian made himself read the last letter before he rushed to get dressed. He still felt heat on his cheeks. His mind wholly was consummated by you. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything waiting for both of you after you’d exchanged your vows. He looked through the window and smiled, seeing you walking through the yard. He quickly walked out of his room and started searching for you. Luck was on his side when he spotted you in the corridor he just ran in. He screamed your name at what you smiled, and he started running to you. In mere seconds Caspian took you in his arms and immediately kissed you. You gasped in surprise but quickly relaxed in his arms. Your hand slowly reached his nape, and you melted against him. After a moment, they departed breathless, and Caspian rested his forehead against yours. He watched your flashed face and smiled, seeing your closed eyes. 

“Caspian..” She whispered. “Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?” You looked up at him, resting your palm on his chest. 

“I just love you.” He peaked her lips and smiled. “I think that lilies will be perfect for our wedding. The book you were reading indeed is so boring - I tried to read it last year, but it didn’t work out. I will take you to the Lone Islands and wherever you will want to go, and I will gladly show you the most beautiful places there, even if none of it can compare to your beauty. And I also want us to have one bedchamber because I think that when I finally will have a taste of you - I won’t be able to stay away even for a few hours.” 

“You read my letters.” You moved your hand to gently cup his cheek. Caspian kissed your wrist, squeezing your waist gently. 

“Each of them.” She smiled and brought him into another kiss. Caspian pulled you closer to him, making her laugh into his lips. This one kiss wasn’t a heated make-out - it was a clumsy kiss intermittently by giggles and declarations of love. And then, when the Duchess came into the corridor and cleared her throat, both blushed, trying to stop their giggles. She only shook her head with a smile, mumbling about young love, happy for people that she treated like her own children. 

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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How my favorite Slytherin boys react to you passing out.

Warning: Hogwarts legacy to Harry Potter

Ft. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Sebastian Sallow

“I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Please don— BLIMEY!”

Immediately catches you a little and takes you to the hospital wing. He’s definitely most worried about you since he was scared in the back of his mind that you might have been cursed like his twin sister during an adventure.

After he found out it was cause you hadn’t eaten, he’s shoving some honeyduke sweets down your throat and meals. 3 meals per day is what he’s making sure you are eating before another adventure starts.

Ominis Gaunt

You haven’t slept much, all these adventures sure were wreaking your body. You came in the common room to rest on the couch. Not noticing that a certain gaunt had sense you, you passed out before getting to the damned couch.

He sensed you passed out and he started to feel scared. He was put away his wand and started to feel you on the floor. And when he finally got the touch of your arm, he gripped it and pulled you towards him. Setting your head in his lap as he was praying to anything, anyone for you to wake up.

So when you woke up he felt relieved but asked you to go see the nurses when you felt like you could walk.

After finding out you haven’t been getting sleep from the trials and adventures you have been going through with Sebastian.

He gave the poor sallow boy an earful of a scolding.

Mattheo Riddle

You passed out due to overheating yourself. You were studying day and night. Of course your beloved riddle was concern, so he comes into your room. When you seen him and tried to stand up, that’s when you fell like an animated cartoon.

Mattheo thought you tripped on yourself, but when you didn’t move he got worried and checked you out.

As he felt your head was burning, he unbutton your shirt and ran to the bathroom to get a cold towel. Putting it in your forehead, he waited.

Waking up to see mattheo was sure a shocker since you would’ve thought he might’ve took you to the hospital wing.

Theodore Nott

He caught you when he noticed you had gotten “dizzy” is what you said in the morning.

He knew something was off when you kept looking spaced out. So when he caught your body that was going to hit the floor, he took you to the medic wing and let the head nurse treat you.

He visits often, telling you about the classes and slight drama. And after you still recover and leave the wing, he’s treating you like you will break.

And now you got a overprotective Theodore on your side

Lorenzo Berkshire

Panic mode actived

Poor baby let out a scream which alerted a professor over and took you to the medic wing

He was anxious waiting for news on when you can be release and how the blazes did to pass out.

You passed out because you forgot to ate for the 2nd time. Prepare for this Slytherin boy to put a lot of food on your plate for weeks.

My king (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, friends AND lovers?, library sex, wall sex, fluff and smut, courtier!Reader, King Caspian

(Happy hump day! Have some library smut! ❤️)

“I thought I might find you in here.”

You gasped and spun around in surprise at the sound of King Caspian’s voice behind you, the book in your hand falling to the floor with a clatter. The palace library had been silent, besides your occasional murmured readings and the swish of turning pages.

“Where else would I be?” you asked lightly, retrieving your book and placing it back on the shelf. “At the training grounds?”

“No,” Caspian chuckled, stepping forward, “I suppose I know better than to assume you’d be anywhere but here.”

“Well, you do know me well enough. “How can I help you, my king?”

You smirked as your friend and king scrunched his nose at you. Caspian had only been king for a few months, and although he’d made great progress in his role and his personal standing with the court, the mantle still felt awkward on his shoulders.

Personally, you thought that king was a rather handsome look on him.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he groaned.

“But I can think of a handful of occasions where I think you rather liked it,” you sassed, and you watched Caspian’s eyes darken.

Sometimes when either of you snuck into the other’s chambers in the night, it was for stress relief. Other times, it was simply to scratch an itch you couldn’t reach with your own fingers, your bodies demanding the heat of another.

You liked to think there was some degree of affection beneath it all, your trysts usually ending in soft touches or breathless laughter. Even when he growled as you cried out for your king, he always pressed soft kisses to your swollen lips in the afterglow.

“Are you saying this is such an occasion?” Caspian asked, his voice deep as he took a stalking step forward. Your cheeks immediately reddened.

“Caspian, we can’t,” you protested weakly, “someone might come in.”

“Or someone might not?” he countered smoothly, waiting to slot his lips over yours once your back was flush to the cool brick wall of the royal library.

You hummed into the kiss, sinking into the feel of him, letting your fingers curl into his hair and pulling him closer as he hiked up your skirt and hooked you leg over his hip. Goosebumps littered your skin as Caspian’s broad, calloused hands slid up the outside of your thigh, his grip strong as he held you in place.

“Also, you forget I’m king,” he murmured against your lips, his stubble scratching at your warming skin. ”My guards won’t let anyone through that door.”

Caspian’s words sent a shiver down your spine that pooled in your core. As he tugged at the strings to your undergarments, you slid a hand between you and unlaced the front of his trousers. Caspian groaned against your lips as your hand wiggled beneath the garment and cupped his bulge.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, and Caspian just chuckled in response. The chuckle quickly cut off with a choke as you tightened your hand around his erection, the warm weight of it in your hand as you stroked it making your core clench around nothing.

“You’re playing with me,” he murmured, his kisses drifting along your jaw and down the length of your neck. Your head fell back against the wall as his strong fingers slid beneath your undergarments and between your slick folds, playfully circling your clit with a teasing lack of pressure.

“Says you,” you breathed, you hips moving against his fingers with a mind of their own.

Caspian grinned against your skin as he sped up his fingers, and you quickly felt yourself craving and chasing that familiar release in your core, the pressure growing quickly. Caspian swallowed your whines and gasps as his ministrations brought you to the edge, your hands tightening around his cock and in his hair as you shuddered against him.

He wasn’t a selfish lover, you’d learnt. Caspian would give you relief two, sometimes three times before he let you help him with his, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched pleasure glaze over your eyes.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and you found yourself blushing beneath his gaze, despite his thick, skilled fingers stroking your inner walls, preparing you for his length. “You’re so warm around me,” Caspian mused, attaching his lips to your neck again and sucking rosy marks into the sensitive flesh that would fade quicker than you both liked. “So welcoming for me, as always.”

“My king,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand pointedly while freeing his cock entirely from his trousers. “We can take our time later.”

“Is that a promise?” Caspian grinned, an excited glint in his dark eyes. He slid his fingers from your heat to replace your hand with his own and lining his cock up with your slick core, pushing your undergarments to the side. He paused, waiting for you to promise before he gave in to your heat.

“Absolutely,” you breathed, sucking briefly on your swollen bottom lip. “Come to me tonight, my king.”

Caspian surged forward to capture your lips eagerly as he slid his cock into your core, morning against your lips as your walls welcomed him. He set a fast pace, eager and hungry, sliding out almost entirely on each stroke before punching forward, the base of his cock grinding against your clit deliciously. With every stroke, the fingers on your hip dug into your flesh deeper, and you couldn’t wait to inspect the inevitable bruises later in your chambers. Your fingers wound deeper into Caspian’s soft locks, feeling the push-pull of your kisses as you moved together perfectly. The slide of his tongue against yours, the weight of him pushing your warm body into the cold wall, the drag of his cock against your inner walls made your head swim as you felt that familiar pressure in your core return.

“C-Caspian, please,” you whined breathlessly between kisses, “I need t-“

“Let me feel you,” he commanded, his voice rougher than usual, your hand immediately slipping between you to rub at your clit. “I want to feel you fall apart around me. I need to feel you, my lady.”

You smashed your lips against Caspian’s at the honorific, furiously chasing your release as he forced wave after wave of pleasure through your body. It came quickly, and you sobbed his name into the silence of the library as your core clamped down around him, your orgasm racing through your body as you bucked your hips to take Caspian deeper.

“Incredible, my lady. You always feel incredible around me,” Caspian praised, dropping lazy, luxurious kisses on your lips as he slowed his hips, letting you return to your senses.

“C’mon, Caspian,” you murmured, tilting your head up to brush your lips against the corner of his lax lips. You crept a hand beneath the hem of his untucked shirt, your nails scratching at the trail of dark hair that led to his cock, feeling the muscle jump beneath your touch. “Finish in me.”

Your king fisted your hair and pulled you in for a rough kiss, speeding up his thrusts and pounding into your sensitive core a handful of times more before falling apart, and you swallowed Caspian’s shaky groan as he emptied himself inside you, his hips stilling. A satisfied shudder ran the length of your spine as you felt him flex and stiffen inside you, filling you, and you giggled as you clenched around him, milking him for all he had.

“Tease,” he growled, giving his hips an experimental jerk, and you dug your nails into his skin in retaliation for the sharp sting of pleasure that made your sensitive core twitch.

“My king,” you breathed, and you grinned in victory as Caspian buried his face in your neck in defeat with a groan. You carded your fingers through his long locks as you felt his weight relax into you, his cock in your core softening. You consoled yourself with knowing it wouldn’t be long before you felt him again. “This was new,” you mused into the quiet, Caspian simply humming in agreement. “Did you come to find me because you wanted this or because you needed me?”

“I always need you,” Caspian murmured into your skin, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You know what I mean.”

Caspian’s chest rumbled against yours as he laughed. “I did need you for something,” he admitted, and you held back your whine at the sudden emptiness in your core as he slid free and righted himself, “but I’m afraid I can’t quite remember what it was now.”

“Pity,” you smirked, refixing your undergarments and dropping your skirts. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut at the feel of his release in your core, a drop escaping and slowly making its way down your inner thigh.

“I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually. I’ll send word once I do.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You melted into Caspian’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Until tonight, my lady.”

“Until tonight, my king,” you replied, dipping your head in a brief curtsy, smirking at the dark look in his eye.

hiii lovely! could you do a poly!marauders one where the reader wakes up needy and decides to relieve herself by grinding one of the marauders' thighs, leading to her being slowly and passionately fucked by all of them?

I think maybe I need to work on following instructions, I just took this and went with what turned me on at the time, hope you enjoy anyway 🩷 I think I'm not that good at slow and passionate....

Masterlist.

James had his tongue buried in your pussy, your hands tugging at his hair, back arched and hips grinding down against his face. You shuddered as the edge of that one cliff came closer and closer.

Waking up was a disappointment. No James between your thighs (which was always a disappointment). It hadn’t all been a dream though, your hips had been grinding against something, only, not James’ tongue. Sirius was laying behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, your hair tickling his cheeks where it lay, pressed into your neck. His thigh was shoved between yours, and you realized you had been using it, in your sleep, to get off against. Sirius had beautiful thighs. Fleshy. They weren’t quite as good as James’ face, but not that far off. The memory of your dream fresh in your mind, along with the lovely thoughts of Sirius’ thighs, you decided to keep going, using his thigh to rub your clit against.

It took a few moments to get that really good feeling back, your orgasm having slipped away as you woke up. You tried to replay the dream from your inner eye, focusing your every thought on the feeling of James’ tongue against your clit.

Sirius’ arms wrapped harder around you pulling you closer, thighs flexing from between yours.

“Morning love,” his raspy voice murmured into your neck. “Having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, hips moving in tandem with the flex of his thigh. “Ah- so much fun.”

You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth as his hands moved to your hips, guiding you against him, lips kissing down your shoulder.

“Such a pretty girl, getting off against my thigh, even in your sleep?”

“Y-ah-yes.”

Using his grip on your hips, he stilled your body, stopping your hips from moving, making you whine out in protest.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips against your ear, “just wanna be inside you.”

“Nghh,” you groaned, unable to wait a second longer for the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Pushing your hips back against his crotch, you tried expressing your want without words. Thankfully, Sirius was used to your antics and lifted the hem of your shirt, fingers finding your already dampened hole, pushing in softly, spreading slick around, readying you for him. Grinding back once more, your body told him to hurry the eff up.

“I’ve got you babe,” he murmured, “just gotta get you ready.”

Only a few seconds later, he pushed down his own underpants, freeing his cock, giving it a few pumps before pushing your side slightly, moving you to lay partly on your side and partly on your tummy. Taking one strong hold on your hip, and using one hand to line himself up, it wasn’t long before he pushed himself inside of you, letting a loud groan out.

“Fuck, babe, feel so good,” he said, hips thrusting against your backside. “What got you this wet huh? Did you have a nice dream?”

Your cheeks burned; getting off against one of your boyfriends was one thing, telling him about your wet dreams about your other boyfriend was different. But Sirius felt so good inside you, and you knew he’d enjoy it if you told him, so you bit back your embarrassment and told him.

“Ye-ah,” your voice came out broken, his thrusts were more passionate than usual, long and languid strokes, taking his time, but you still struggled to speak through it. “I dreamed– that – oh – Jamie was – going down on me – he’s so – go-od at that.”

The hand on your hip squeezed harder as Sirius’ other came around to squeeze your tit.

“He really is good at that, maybe he should do it now, huh?” His words made you moan. “Jamie? Will you take care of our girl? She needs your mouth, I think.”

You hadn’t even realized that James and Remus had woken, but it wasn’t surprising; you weren’t exactly being quiet. When you met his eye, James looked at you with so much love in his eyes, adoration written all over his face.

“Sure thing,” he said, quickly looking over your shoulder to meet Sirius’ (whose hips had slowed down even more) eye. Looking back at you, James leaned in for a quick kiss and a “good morning, love,” before he dipped down along the bed, settling in between your thighs, hands caressing your milky skin.

As James got to work, tongue lapping with skill at your clit, Sirius kept moving his hips, dragging the head of his cock against your walls, reaching the most lovely places of your center. Just like you had in your dream, you reach your hand down to grab a hold of James’ hair, grinding your hips against his mouth and chin. Unlike your dream, though, you were also grinding back against Sirius, who stopped moving his hips, allowing you to get yourself off using him.

“Damn, babe, you’re so hot, so beautiful for us, so good, getting yourself off huh? Using my cock and Jamies’ face like the little cockslut that you are? Yeah, doing wonderful my love,” Sirius murmured against your neck, the grip on your hip having gotten softer, allowing you to move at your own accord.

James, whose mouth was slightly occupied, only hummed in agreement, as his tongue swirled around your nub.

Knowing how much his words affected you, Sirius kept talking you through it.

“Good girl, that’s it, does it feel good? Is Jamie doing well? D’you like my cock inside you? Are you gonna let Remmy have a go after you’ve milked me? Gotta take care of out moony y’know– fuck, look at him, watching you, he thinks you’re so pretty, our pretty girl, doing so well, are you gonna come? Gonna come all over me, and Jamie? Ready and open for Rem?”

He spoke absolute filth into your neck and ear, nipping at the skin, licking and biting at it, it sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel that edge getting closer again. You did as Sirius said, looked at Remus, who had now sat himself up, leaning against the wall, pants pulled down to his thighs, hand around his cock, pumping slowly, eyes roaming over your body, you face, your tits, where Sirius played with your nipple, down to your core, where James’ head was stuck between your thighs as your hips ground against him.

It was all so hot, and as Sirius kept coaxing you to come, you finally did, hips stuttering and thighs squeezing James’ head. If you weren’t in the middle of an orgasm, you might be worried about hurting him, though he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pretty girl, doing so well,” Sirius said, moving your hair out of your face as your body kept convulsing. “Lay down on your tummy for me, babe.”

You did as you were told, and Sirius moved behind you, without ever pulling out completely. Straddling the backs of your thighs, he squeezed your arsecheek hard before he thrust himself inside you. It was almost too much, the cock you had just came around still being shoved inside you, but it also felt good, and you knew Sirius was close and that the feeling of him coming inside you would be worth the overstimulation.

“Hurry up Pads,” Remus groaned. His hand was no longer wrapped around himself, but rather around James’ now soft cock. It wasn’t the first time he’d come untouched from eating you out; in fact, he often did, but Remus would always enjoy taking one more from him, tugging at his soft and aching member, forcing him to give up just one more orgasm. “My turn soon.”

Trying to speed up the process, always ready to please Remus, you tried squeezing your walls around Sirius in time with his thrusts, tensing your muscles and using that grip to milk him dry.

You were rather successful. It wasn’t many seconds before he grunted as he came inside you, hips stilling and head falling down to kiss the back of yours.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, before pushing himself up and off of you, moving to lay beside you. “Go ahead, moons.”

Remus flipped you over, apparently done with James’ spent cock.

“Hi darling,” he said, sitting next to you, face leaned down to kiss you. “Sleep well?”

“Morning Remmy, yeah, I did, you?” Your voice was still airy, still affected by your orgasm.

“Slept like a prince, baby, loved waking up to your little moans about Jamie’s mouth,” he teased, leaning away from your face and straddling your chest. “Are you gonna let me fuck your face now, baby? It won’t take long, promise, just need your mouth right now.”

His words felt like a mocking of your dream and your words about James, but it was sexy nonetheless, turning you on again, leaning your head back against the pillow and allowing your mouth to fall open. Instead of answering verbally, your tongue fell out and you relaxed your throat, showing Remus that you were ready for him.

“Such a good girl,” he said, raising his hips and feeding his cock into your mouth.

Focusing on your breathing and staying still and laxed for him, you allowed his cock into your mouth, his hips already stuttering from the feeling. His one hand was around his base and the other laid against your cheek, sometimes moving his cock to push against your cheek, feeling it with his hand.

Normally, you wouldn’t allow Remus to fuck your face like this, his cock was too big and it always bruised the back of your throat, but he did say he would be quick – and he was. The hand against your cheek wiping away the first set of tears running down your face, and it was as if the contact of thumb and tear pulled him apart because he was spilling inside your throat, cock slightly vibrating, and spurting come, filling your entire mouth.“Now that’s a good morning,” he murmured as he moved to lay beside you, kissing your entire face, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s get cleaned up, I’ll eat you out in the shower.” He added as a response to your groaning, not ready for the day to start.

hello mae! I had a request I’d like to give you. I was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where reader has never slept beside anybody before bc intimacy isn’t something she’s used to therefore she’s not used to being that close to anybody. everytime she shifts she’s afraid to wake up the boys, or she just doesn’t know what to do.

I know you have “first night with marauders” so if this is too similar I totally get it. 🖤

Hello sweetheart, thank you for your request!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 990 words

You’re terrible at this. 

Each of the boys is sound asleep. Sirius has his leg hooked over yours and one of his arms tossed over James’ chest, Remus’ hand has to be halfway numb underneath your pillow, and James is snoring softly on the far side of the bed from you. They’re all so obviously comfortable, practiced in resting like this, whereas you started to get stiff a half hour ago and you’ve been unable to make yourself relax since. 

Every movement takes a year, you’re trying so hard not to wake them. You feel like the girl in a movie who’s trying to sneak out of the bed of a one-night stand, all taut muscles and bated breath, except you only want to roll over. Slow, microscopic movements have to be the key. 

Your back crackles softly when you shift your weight onto your other hip, and a sigh escapes you before you can stop it. 

A low, croaky hum comes from just in front of your face. Your brain is a tempest of expletives. 

“Hey.” You can nearly feel the gravel of Remus’ voice buzzing against your lips. “You’re up.” 

Muddled with sleep, you can’t tell if his tone is reprimanding or simply observational. “Sorry,” you whisper regardless. 

“Wha’ for?” Movement under the pillow beneath your head, and then a long-fingered hand is nestling beneath your cheek. His scars and calluses slide familiarly over your skin. “Can’t sleep?”

Nope, and now it’s two of you. Guilt grows vines around your ribcage. Remus sounds more awake by the second. 

“I’ll be okay.” You press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, hoping to mollify him. “Go back to sleep.” 

Your boyfriend makes a half-aware disgruntled sound. “No, not without you.” 

As exhausted as you are, you have to bite down on a smile. When he’s uninhibited like this, Remus really is quite the flirt, all his dorky, sweet thoughts coming out before he can remember to stop them. He’s nearly as bad as James. 

You think he must see a hint of your smile in the dark, because Remus’ own lips tilt upwards. He leans closer to kiss the cool skin of your cheek, the only cold part of you thanks to a heavy duvet and the body heat of three lovely boyfriends. A kiss for a kiss. 

He leaves his lips there as he murmurs, “What’s wrong, dove?” 

Well, funny he should ask. What’s wrong now is the slight tickle of his stubble against your cheek, the hoarse quality to his voice in your ear. His breath warms your cold skin, and he slides a hand across the space between you to rest on your hip, layered in between the sheets and your pajama bottoms. 

But you know that’s not what he’s asking. 

“I can’t get very comfortable,” you confess, speaking so softly he wouldn’t be able to make it out if his ear weren’t two inches from your lips, “and I didn’t want to wake anyone up.” 

Remus hums, as though this is a prognosis he’d already reached and was merely waiting for you to confirm. You can hear Sirius’ voice as clearly as if he were awake: know it all. 

“They can sleep through anything,” he says. “One time the fire alarm went off, and James didn’t even stir. Don’t worry about them.” You must be emanating guilt, because he strokes his thumb over your hip pacifyingly. “And I don’t mind being woken up. I’m in and out of sleep all night anyway, it’s not hard for me to get back. You’re not used to sleeping with so many people, yeah?” 

Your face warms at his phrasing, though of course you know what he means. “Or with anyone,” you murmur. 

“Mm. I think I know what you need.” 

You don’t realize Remus’ plan until he’s already sat up. He reaches over you, rubbing James’ shoulder gently while you protest vehemently through whispers. 

James wakes with a yawn, taking Remus’ hand automatically and bringing it close to his face. “Wha’s’it?”

“Take her,” Remus requests drowsily. With his other hand, he nudges you forward. 

James starts to blink his eyes open, and you see no way out. You start climbing over Sirius as delicately as you can. “Sorry,” you whisper, to him, to them, to the room in general. 

Remus helps you out by tugging Sirius into your place. The other boy whines but settles quickly, rolling over to sling his leg over Remus’ instead. 

James welcomes you as heartily as his sleep-addled state will allow, adjusting the covers over you and smudging a few toothpaste-scented kisses onto your face. 

“Y’can’t sleep?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “Sorry.” 

He makes a soft dismissive sound. “C’mere, angel.” 

You refrain from telling him that you’re already here as his arms find their way around you, soft and firm in all the right places and deliciously warm. He starts to make slow, sweeping circles onto your back with his hand. 

“Jamie,” you murmur, grateful but embarrassed, “don’t stay up for me. Go to sleep.” 

“M’basically there,” he replies. “You first, yeah?” 

You can hear Remus’ breathing evening out behind you, syncing with Sirius’, and you’re suddenly sure that this is part of a routine he and the boys shared before you ever met them. That’s how he knew to hand you off to James, and how James knew exactly what to do. Something about that comforts you. And far be it for you to mess with tradition. 

You shuffle closer to James under the covers. He obliges you happily, adjusting his grip so he’s holding you more securely, with your leg resting against his and your forehead an inch from his nose. The shushing of his heavy palm on the material of your pajama top is the only sound in the world. 

You hear his breathing starting to deepen again, but James is right; you beat him there. 

calming

regulus black x gn!reader

500 words

description: regulus gets anxious in a hectic environment and your presence calms him + sirius finds it baffling

You and your friends are all sitting around the Gryffindor common room, James and Peter are on the ground in front of the fireplace playing a game of magic chess.

Remus is sitting on the couch across from you reading, Sirius is laying against the arm of the same couch with his legs draped across Remus’ lap while loudly announcing every move Peter and James make in their game. 

Lily is sitting in an armchair working on an upcoming essay, while Mary is sitting on the floor leaning against Lily’s legs drawing in a sketchbook. 

Marlene is passed out in the lap of her girlfriend Dorcas, who after sneaking into the common room took up one of the other armchairs.

Also having been snuck in, is your boyfriend Regulus, who is currently sitting next to you on the couch while you read.

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You're deeply enthralled in the story completely used to the noisiness of your common room. Unlike you, Regulus is not used to the environment, as he has just recently rekindled his relationship with his brother to be hanging out in there with you all.

You are observant of your boyfriend though and take notice when his breathing begins to get heavier and his body language gets tenser.

Carefully and slowly, as to not draw much attention from your friends around the room, you move your hand closest to Regulus off your book and gently place it on his leg and begin to rub your thumb slowly against it.

You can physically feel the muscles in his thigh relax under your touch which makes you smile softly at the book in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Regulus glance over at you which makes you look up at him and smile at him.

"What're you doing, love?" He questions you.

You lift your book slightly and wiggle it before you speak. "Reading, obviously. Do we need to borrow James' glasses?"

The corners of Regulus's lips turn up ever so slightly at your comment, before he shakes his head lightly and huffs out a small laugh.

"No, I think my eyesight is just fine,"

He takes your hand on his leg in his own and starts to twist and pull the rings adorning your fingers - most of which are gifts from him.

You smile and lean into his side more before returning to your book allowing him to mess with your rings as much as he likes.

You'd let him do whatever if he asked, if you're being honest.

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Across the room from you on the other couch sits another couple consisting of one flabbergasted Sirius Black.

"What. The. Fuck. Moony look." Sirius nudges the boy next to him.

Remus looks up at the couple before them before turning to look at his boyfriend.

"What about it Sirius?"

"They just put their hand on his leg and he immediately calmed down!"

Remus continues to just stare at the raven-haired male, unimpressed. So Sirius continues speaking "He hasn't so much as let me poke him since he was 10!"

With a simple roll of his eyes Remus returns to his book after saying "You should just be happy your little brother has someone who makes him feel comfortable, Pads."

Sirius glances back and forth between his brother and his boyfriend for a moment before he huffs dramatically and flops down to rest his head on Remus's lap.

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