STOP IT STOP THE SWEETNESS OMFG

STOP IT STOP THE SWEETNESS OMFG

THIS IS MY FAV LUPIN FIC OF THE MONTH

To The Bookkeeper ¬ Remus L.

Plot -Dusty books, pining hearts and romantic gestures are truly the key to starting the perfect romance novel

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Soooo cheesy and in the 2nd/3rd person. Enjoyyyy <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Specks of dust stilled in the air, a permanent fixture in the rustic shop. Hoards of loose pages stacked against shelves that were sturdy with the weight of hundreds of books. Shiny colour-filled books written by youthful souls shared the bustling space with the withered classics authored by the wisdom of decades gone by.

Hidden amongst the shelves and towers of novels, an oaken cashier’s desk sat. Intricate carvings of alluring floral patterns wrapped around the wood, as a simple machine rested between scattered paper and worn books. The desk looked like it held stories that these pages could not fathom, but that isn’t what caught the eye of the young man.

His tender gaze was entranced by her.

Sat buried in a book that seemed to be falling apart at its seams, wide eyes running across the pages as her body leant closer to the book, almost if she were wishing to be transported into the lines of ink. Strands of hair escaping, framing the beauty her face held, as her skin glowed with the dying light of the sunset. Remus was sure it was darker outside, but he understood that if he were the sun, he would want to spend every remaining second lighting up the beautiful bookkeeper.

She was aware of the tall young man who had been lurking among the rows of leather-bound pages the past few weeks. His scarf faltering as the hours went by, revealing the delicate scars littered across his skin, and she couldn’t help but pray he never found the book he wanted as it would mean her hours spent adoring him from afar could continue.

They fell into a routine. He would admire her from afar between his searches, and during those searches, his being would hold her attention.

Everyday Remus begged his bravery to fire up and approach his bookshop beauty, he wanted to hear her velvet voice directed at him, rather than at those other customers who didn’t even take the time to appreciate the symphony her voice conducted.

But today was different, today Remus decided to act on his love-struck urges. He spoke to her.

“Sorry, but could you possibly recommend a book for me? Haven’t seemed to find anything that truly connected with me.”

Her eyes raised to connect with his. Breath hitching as her heart pounded against her chest, trying to break free and profess her adoration of the attractive man standing expectantly in front of her, finally speaking to her after all this time.

“Um, yes, of course. What genre are you feeling? Got to make sure that my recommendation matches your mood.”

“Romance ideally”

He didn’t mean to blurt that out but finally gazing into your stunning eyes made his heart ache for love, and his mind chose to vocalise his need for romance. The deep blush that took over his scarred skin made her soften as she fought back the blush her body was threatening to show.

“One second. Wait right here”

Remus watched as she scurried off with a step of excitement, knowing she had thought of the perfect book to offer the man. He watched her fingers delicately weave through the array of covers, before landing on one and spinning to rush back towards the patient man.

Smile carved into her cheeks as she clings to the golden leather hardcover, evidently pleased with her choice of recommendation. Offering the romantic pages of ink to the lanky man, who took it gladly without his gaze ever leaving her eyes.

“A Room With a View by E.M Forster. An all-time favourite of mine, especially if you are looking for a romantic tale. I’ve probably read it 12 times already. Might just be searching for some type of romance, even the fictional type.” A feeling of caution took over as her mind wondered if that titbit of personal angst was causing him to think less of her.

But little did she know, his heart swooned at the idea of offering her that romance she craves, and little did she know, his search for romance had brought him to this very moment.

He inspected the book, taking in every detail of the cover before asking her the price. Only to be met with a shake of her head as shy smile appears on her adorable face, making his heart beat just a little faster.

“It’s a gift. I recommended it so if you hate it, then at least you didn’t have to pay for it, and if you loved it, the satisfaction I’ll feel will be enough.”

Lupin went to protest but the shushing that surrounded his words felt him stumped, and glowing red with a face full of blush. Goodbyes filled the air, both wishing to get in the last mutter of goodbye as the man retreated from the shop, clutching the book close to his chest.

Days went on without Remus’ usual bookshop visits, and soon enough, a week had gone by. Each day customers came and went, and each day, she wished for him to return even for a minute.

Hope dwindled with the closing of the shop each night, until a package was delivered early one morning. A burgundy paper wrapped parcel with simple words swirled across the top.

“To the bookkeeper who gave me a book and stole my heart”

Hiding in the little nook in the deepest part of the shop, barely touched by the eyes of others and soften by patterns of blankets. Pulling the paper from the parcel with caution as eyes widened at the contents; an eggshell letter laid upon the same romance novel she had given Remus all those days ago, but for now, the letter intrigued her more.

Dear Y/N,

I am sorry that I haven’t visited like I normally do, but I was busy with this book.

You were right. It was exactly what I needed, and whilst the story sent me through all the emotions, the feelings it made me realise for you were what truly made this book worthwhile.

Everyday for the past month I have wandered around your shop, just waiting to build up the courage to talk to you, to ask you out. But every time I saw that smile or looked in your eyes, my heart tripled in speed and all those words I had rehearsed left my mind.

So, with this letter, I offer an idea.

Read this book (for the 13th time), and if you feel anything for me, please meet me at 8 o’clock tomorrow night. You’ll know where once you’ve read the book.

Forever your shy admirer,

Remus Lupin.

If her heart was not already full, it would have been as she dove into the pages, only to find the annotations and intricate drawings scribbled amongst the lines. Pastels of highlighted text, thin marks of meticulously penned thoughts, and scrupulously drawn doodles of lovers that bared closer resemblance to herself than the protagonist.

Minutes ticked away and each page was devoured with such attention that her eyes begged to rest a moment, but her heart fuelled her with energy to continue. And so, she did. Word after word, line after line, and comment after comment pulling her feelings for the tender man to the surface.

The final pages came into sight and her heart fell an inch in desperation to read more of Remus’ loving insights, but the thought of meeting the adoring man brought new life into her bones.

Closing the book as the clock struck 7:30pm, knowing that her search for romance was about to be over when she finally allowed her feelings to come to fruition, when she was finally able to confess that hidden desire of hers to the man who held her heart.

Rushing about to make herself presentable as the journey began to the place your heart will be fulfilled.

Reaching the Garden of Godric as the glimmering of the crescent moon lit up the rows of beautiful flowers and offered safety to the arrays of gentle creatures who play in the night. But, amongst all the beauty stood the picture-perfect sight, Remus Lupin clutching a single gardenia.

“there are shadows because there are hills.”

Turning to meet her gaze as all the fear that filled his veins trickled away as it replaced with hope. She came, she cared, she felt the same.

She strolled up to him as she continued with her explaination of his choice of location. “The gardens are shaded by the mountain range, which is quite peculiar for a city to have which makes it a rarity. And you, Remus, are a rarity”

Holding his large hands within hers, their heartbeats started a duet of anticipation, waiting for confession. Watching every emotion swirl through her eyes as he inches ever closer before pulling his bravery to speak truly.

“There is so little I know about you and yet, you take up my every thought. Part of me believed this idea of love at first sight was a cliché trope used to sell books, but then I met you and all of these feelings started to bloom. Maybe it isn’t love quite yet, but I am hopelessly falling with every second.”

Her eyes watered with joy as she clung to every word he spoke, resting a soft hand against the rough of his scarred cheek. Leaning closer to meet his lips in a desperate need for that hidden love to be fulfilled after all this time.

Lips collided and hearts were warmed. Kissing him felt like a fairy-tale, a distance dream she had only read about. Kissing her felt safe, as if she was his saviour that he had searched high and low for. Clinging to each other as they prayed the moment could continue forever, but alas, breath was the enemy of affection.

Pulling away as she remained in his arms, hoping to never be without his touch again. Remus stayed clutching onto her figure, praying that she would always be his. The two bookworms who had searched for love amongst pages of romantic ink were now in their own fairy-tale, and their love could defeat any fictional love story ever written.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS HAD ME GRINNING ALL THE WAY NO SHIT THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAV LUPIN FICS STOP HKJFKLFLL I LOVE HOW HE GAVE LILY’S NUMBER LMFAO I HAVENT READ MANY MUGGLE!READER LUPIN FICS AND DAMN

I Think He Knows (1.3k)

summary: when you leave remus' flat awkwardly and abruptly after a chemistry filled kiss, you want him but don't know how to tell him.

warnings: making outtttt

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

a/n: this fic honestly had no direction, I just struggled with it and just .... idek, I apologize for how this turned out. Not really my best work

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I think he knows

When we get all alone

I'll make myself at home

And he'll want me to stay

"Nice flat." You commented, making a whistling sound as your gaze travels to a bookshelf. Different colors and sizes of the books somehow accentuate the flat more.

"Thanks." The boy accepted, dropping his keys on the kitchen island. His name was Remus Lupin, a person you've met just 30 minutes ago in a crowded pub.

"So what d'you do? A collector of some sorts? I see these wands and scrolls, looks pretty ancient. Oh! Or are you an explorer? Sounds interesting, never met a guy who does that." You ramble, smiling a little at the strange collection of stuff that Remus had.

The boy smiles at your words, already growing excited that he met a curious girl. Remus had always had an inkling to people like you, people who wanted to know things about someone. People who want a deeper connection. But then again, it may just be common courtesy.

"Ah, I'm a ... professor." He says, leaning against the island to admire your curious soul.

"What subject d'you teach? History? Or .... archeology? Both are fairly interesting, from the looks of it I'd say you're more of a History type of teacher." You inquired, looking at him while inspecting his face.

"Uh .... history." Remus blurted. He couldn't exactly say Defense Against the Dark Arts to a muggle could he?

You smile at him, taking a cube looking figure from one of his shelves. "Are these just something you collect or things you teach your class with?" You questioned.

Remus chuckled, walking over to where you were and taking the figure from your hands to put it back into the shelf. "Be careful ... these are ah ... fragile."

Because Remus stood so tall, he had to look down on you. He was a little surprised at how close you two were, the edge of his shoes touching the point of your boots. He got a closer look at you, eyes staring at him curiously and brows pointed up as I'd to ask him what he was looking at.

Then before he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, you stepped away from him and took of your coat. "Sorry, it's a little warm in here." You told him, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you saw Remus' expression.

"No, problem. Just—"

With a light thud, your boots came off and you sat down comfortably on his couch. "—make yourself at home." Remus finished as he grinned at you. He bit his lip, swallowing the comment he was about to blurt on how adorable you sat there in his couch.

Remus took it upon himself to sit beside you, placing himself atop the cushions. Remus thought about how easily comfortable you got the second you stepped into his flat. It made his heart beat a little faster, not wanting you to leave.

You leaned closer to the boy, slinging both arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "God, I've craved your lips the moment of saw you in that pub." You said boldly.

I think he knows

He better lock it down

Or I won't stick around

'Cause good ones never wait

Remus took your words as an invite to kiss you, his lips pressing harshly against yours. Your hands go to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his nape.

Remus kisses you with feeling, making a mark of pleasure run through your body. He cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, caressing you softly and gasping when you slip your tongue inside his mouth.

He already has you locked up, certain that he already had you captured in his spell. His scent envelops you, chamomile and a faint smell of plants fill your nostrils.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand

Boy I understand

You're at war with your head, rethinking every decision of yours.To pull away or to take it further? You decide to follow the first one, taking everything in you to finally release yourself from Remus.

You finally get a chance to look at him. Really admire how he looked in front of you, sitting handsomely and all. You took note of how freckles littered his face, trying to count them would be impossible. You also noted small scars all over his face, some barely visible yet you can see from so close.

His sandy hair dropped down to his forehead, looking fluffy and soft as it rests unbothered. You think of pressing a kiss on his forehead, wanting to see the flushing effect it would have on his pale skin.

"Sorry ..." You mutter hesitantly. You tried to shut off your mind, honestly you did. But you couldn't tune out the domestic thoughts you had of him. You think of how it would feel to have him stare and gaze at you longingly.

Maybe you're a little too confident, but by his hard stare that's burning holes to your face, you think of how obsessed he is with you right now. He must be, because you felt the same stare he was giving you now like the one he gave you at the pub.

Heavy breaths follow, the sounds echoing and filling the flat. "Have I done something wrong?" He asked, partly angry and partly sad when you stopped the kiss.

"Um ... no, not really." You smile tightly, trying to say something that wouldn't end with him showing you the door awkwardly. "I just— I don't really want to fuck you." You said, biting your lip almost immediately as you cringed at your words. "No! That's not what I meant, sorry! I meant ... uh— I just ... don't want to now." You scratched the back of your head, silently and awkwardly waiting for him to reply.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

"Oh ..." realization strucks Remus, him laughing in response, "Yeah, that's fine." He says.

"This is a bit awkward." You say, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled nervously, trying to ease the situation.

Remus still has his other hand on your thigh, not moving— afraid that he'll ruin the moment but also not wanting to move it away. You can feel the warmth spreading through your body as he rubs his thumb against your clothing.

You still have hope, lighting up at an idea. "Do you think I can have your cell though? I'd love to ring you sometime." You ask him, a genuine smile playing on your lips now.

Remus froze momentarily. He didn't have a cell, but he really wanted to keep in touch with you. He mentally scolded himself for always forgetting to buy one, remembering his friend Lily's words on how it was very vital if he wanted to live among muggles. But then he smiled at you, hoping that this would work. Remus didn't have a cell, but Lily did. So for now, she probably wouldn't mind. Before anymore stupid ideas ran through his mind, Remus blurted out his friends cell number.

Then you beamed at him, standing up and pecking his lips one last time. You grabbed your coat and your boots, ready to leave. Remus spun you around though, his hand slipping through your fingers.

He shoved the thought of how your fingers slipped together so flawlessly aside. Then he pressed a proper kiss to your lips, sensing his own cheeks heat up and feeling like a teenage boy at how excited he got. This time, the kiss felt more energetic. As cliche and idiotic as it sounded, you felt sparks fly all over you. The chemistry between you two was so evident, stringing through every kiss and simple graze of skin.

You giggled into him, finally pulling away and shaking your head with a smile so wide. "I'll call you." You tell him assuringly. Then you were out the door, stumbling on your feet as your head grew dizzy— thoughts of Remus Lupin never leaving your head.

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

—@ wrathspoet

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THIS IS BRILLIANT!! 

Was he flirting with you?

damn yes he is.

the ending was awesome and I love the idea <3

Scoops ahoy [R. H.]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I am a big fan of "Stranger Things" and although I didn't have it planned at first when I thought of an ice cream Scoops Ahoy came to my mind instantly and therefore the sailor uniforms. I had fun doing this, I hope you like it!

You sighed rather bored, turning a coin you took out of the tip jar in front of you. It was summer, the sun was beating down the streets, and everyone was in the Plainsville pools. Well, everyone except the ice cream shop customers, you and...

"Rodrick!" you yelled at him, making the spoon in his hand fall to the floor "Don't eat the ice cream!"

"I'm not eating the ice cream," he defended himself, but from the way he tried to hold the liquid in his mouth, it was obvious that he was lying.

You hated to admit that the boy looked so cute in that sailor uniform you were forced to wear, the complete opposite of the black clothes he normally wore. In the first place, you didn't even know how the hell someone had convinced him to use that. The more logical options were that he had lost a bet with his younger brother or his parents had sent him there as punishment or he simply couldn't find another place that would agree to employ him. Either way, you were happy to have it there, as the hours weren't so boring. Even if you kept scolding him.

"Better take tip money and pay for a full ice cream" you laughed, offering him the glass jar "And wash that spoon, please," you said pinching your nose while he smiled.

"You know, I've been thinking about it..." he started to say.

“About the spoon?”

“About the work” he answered, ignoring your comment as he approached you, putting a hand on your side and somehow imprisoning you between his body and the counter "I have five potential plans to—"

“No. water. balloons.”

"Fiiiiiiiine. I have two and a half potential plans to get us out of work this afternoon” he completed and you shook your head. The last time Rodrick had told you about his plans, you had ended up drenched to your socks and you still had to stay to work your entire shift. You didn't want to repeat that story.

"If you're going to keep complaining all afternoon, why are you working here in the first place?" you asked funny. And your curiosity was sincere because you really didn’t imagine that both would end there. I mean, you knew him from school and stuff, but you had never been the best of friends. In fact, you had started talking (really talking) when he applied for that job. The place was empty at the time, with just both of you looking at each other and smiling at each other. You didn't know if it was intentional or it was the smell of the detergent his mother used, but with the proximity of the moment, you noticed that Rodrick smelled quite good.

“Well...” he started to say, fleeing from your gaze. Suddenly he had become extremely shy and the blush on his cheeks betrayed him "I heard they gave the employees free ice cream"

"That is not true."

"Only the best" he boasted and you stifled a laugh, feeling watched by his watchful brown eyes, which you had to admit were very pretty.

Maybe it was due to the lack of contact with teenagers that you had had in recent weeks, but as much as you wanted to deny it Rodrick was beginning to seem attractive. He was honestly not the kind of guy you could introduce to your parents and they would be proud of, but you didn't dislike the idea of ​​hanging out with him either.

"You say a lot of nonsense, did you know that?"

"Yeah, I like to hear you laugh," he kindly admitted which took you by surprise. Was he flirting with you?

The doorbell rang and the two of you had to separate, with a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. You were in charge of serving the ice cream while Rodrick made God-only-knows-what in the kitchen of the establishment and once the customer left Rodrick returned.

"Why don't you ever serve any ice cream? Do you think they pay you just for your pretty face?”

“Do you think my face is pretty?” he asked amused.

“Do you think your face is pretty?” he counterattacked, looking at him with a defiant expression and your arms crossed. Ok, not only was he attracted to you, but you liked that boy. He had something that made him sexy and cute at the same time. You didn't know how to explain it, it just happened.

He laughed and you saw that he had a spoon in his hand. Oh, that's what he had come to do in the kitchen.

"You want an ice cream?"

"I am not going to steal it"

"I'll pay for it," he said, raising his hands in a sign of peace “I promise” he admitted, and you pointed out your two favorite flavors and he made some balls (somewhat ugly, to be honest) that he served in a cone, while he served another for himself.

Both of you sat at the tables while chatting happily, grateful that no customers had arrived yet, and laughing at just about anything.

"You know, I thought this job would be horrible and I would get shitty pay, but I have you as a partner and the idea of ​​stealing the ice cream doesn't sound so bad anymore" you confessed and he smiled broadly at you "I dare say the worst of the day is the bus I have to take to go home”

"Do you have to take the bus?" he asked with a frown and you nodded “Why didn't you say it before? I can take you home. I have a car

"Do you have a car?"

"Yeah, it's… well, it’s not a car, it’s the ugly white van that's parked in the back,” he replied amused.

"The one that says something about a diaper?"

"Yes, that. It's the name of my band”

“Uh, I thought some puberty had done it to annoy” you replied and he seemed offended, which made you laugh.

"Even if you judge my means of transport, you can still use it" he replied with a shrug.

"I'll pay you the same as I pay on the bus" you offered and he denied.

"Silly stuff. If you want to spend that money, let's go get an Icee at the mall” he suggested without much interest. He wanted to ask you out, but he didn't want to look so obvious and he didn't want to suffer the shame of rejection. Apparently, he was smarter than you imagined.

"It's a deal" you smiled, reaching out your hand and letting him hold it for a little longer than expected. You were about to say something else when you both jumped in your seat at a scream coming from the entrance.

"I'm not paying you to flirt with each other!" your boss said and both of you got up instantly to go to your places again “And are you stealing the merchandise?”

"No" you answered in unison and when you looked at him, you shared a knowing smile. The first of many.

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THIS ONE WAS SO SAD and holy damn how is your writing so good with each new fic??? ALL THE LYRICS ARE SO WELL PLACED I AAAAAAAAAA

Cruel Summer (1.8k)

summary: a summer of love with sirius black sounds like heaven, that is until you fell in love and ruined it all.

warnings: eating at the beginning, heated make out + allusions to sex (not explicitly written) drinking

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

a/n: fic 1 of my 500 followers: lover fic series! Hope you enjoyed this, I hate that ending lol

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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it

Summer almost always feels nice. The sizzle of the sun on your skin, sounds of insects humming about, but most of all— the person you spend summer with.

And for you, that was Sirius Black. 

Just like now for example, Sirius lying on the grass with his eyes staring up at the sun. He invited you over to the lake this morning, knocking brightly at your door with a picnic basket in hand. You agreed obviously, taking his hand in yours and letting him lead the way. 

"So when are you planning on leaving, hm? Feels like you've been here forever." Sirius asked casually, dropping a strawberry in his mouth. 

You gasped playfully, "Are you complaining about that?" Your heart only slightly pangs in your chest. 

"No, of course not. Just asking, s'all." He grins, "God, Y/n, you know I'm like ... coming to your door every morning right? Means I enjoy your company." 

"Yeah, of course. But the leaving talk is making me sad. So we're not talking about that until the day is here." You tell him. 

Sirius nods, "Mhm, whatever. Come here, I need my daily kisses." He says, a new kind of blush warming into your cheeks. You try to forget how he says 'daily kisses' forgetting the fact that he won't receive them daily in just a week's time. 

You roll your eyes, but close the air between both of you and kiss him properly on the lips. Sirius tastes like strawberries, sweet and a little sour. He bites your lip, teasing you as you giggle into the kiss. It's every bit of that summery sweetness, the feeling of never wanting to leave and at the same time a layer of uncertainty. 

Bad, bad boy

Shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it

"Can I tell you something?" Sirius asks you when he pulls away, you nod at him shyly. "I've never met someone like you. With you it all just feels like a dream." He smirked, not in the normal smug one— but that gentle tug of his lips that drove you crazy.

"Have I turned the mighty bad boy, Sirius Black soft?" You teased, a natural grin growing in your lips as you felt him shake his head. Moments like these made you so confused, not knowing if you wanted to risk it all and tell him already.

Sirius nudges you, his eyes glinted with that all too familiar light. It was crazy how fast you got comfortable with him, memorizing the light in his eyes and more. "How can someone not turn soft with you? You're every bit of wonderful I've needed in a long time." 

"Yeah? You mean that, Black? Even if we did meet just three weeks ago." You chuckled.

Sirius smirks wider, his hands extending to you and reaching out to cup your cheek. "There's no rules in breakable heaven. All of this will stop, so let me have you for a while."

Then you kiss him, not a single cell in your body is strong enough to hold back when he utters those words. Sirius kisses back with passion, your lips finding each other in solace.

Your mind wanders to how long you've been doing this, nights where you've done nothing but devour each other. You didn't know how to feel, somewhat excited but also pained. It may be the feeling of that sudden halt that would become of this fling when your summer finally ends. 

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And it's new, the shape of your body

At night, Sirius comes over too. He brings an assortment of flowers, all different colors and different scents. It was one of those nights where you don't feel like discovering anything new, opting to just stay in your lodge. 

Sirius didn't have any problem with it, immediately dragging you to your room and began pressing kisses to the side of your face. "You look gorgeous." He praises, looking up just for a second to give you that pretty grin. 

"Thank you." You say simply, your lips devouring him instantly. Sirius didn't complain about how harsh you were, pushing him against the wall and kissing bits of his skin to feel the closeness you had that first day. Nothing would ever feel as good as when you were with him. 

You still remembered that day, visuals of you grabbing his arm and lying on the bed as he kisses you like no one has. You don't dwell on the past, instead focusing on how Sirius is letting out tired breaths and trying to kiss you properly.

You pull him closer, making the air vanish around you and letting your bodies rest against each other. The air is damp, just like every night it was here. Sirius reaches his hands down on your hips gingerly, his fingers grazing the button of your jeans.

You oblige and let him take it off, soon doing the same to him. When it feels like forever, and the air feels so thin that you can barely breathe— Sirius brings you to your bed.

He lays you down but doesn't stop the kissing, not getting enough of your lips, your skin, and how you feel. Then Sirius smiles down at you, kissing your lips one more time before he settles in for the night.

Whines leave your lips, and groans leaves Sirius'. The feeling is just as incredible as it was that very first night. But somehow, this time it felt more real. Real and surreal at the same time. Because now you've uncovered the layers of who Sirius Black is. 

It's blue, the feeling I've got 

However much you want to console your heart with telling yourself this is heaven, right now with him wrapped around you lovingly. You can't help but feel the inner pain, whooshing into your mind as sudden and sneaky as a snake. 

You hold back the urge to cry, not wanting to ruin maybe the best and final time being in his position with Sirius. He leans down, his lips kissing the skin of your neck and muttering praises to you.

When he does, a single tear falls down and you wipe it quickly before he sees. Then you settle in the night, letting love and lust overtake you.

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules, in breakable heaven

—

So cut the headlights, summers a knife 

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

You're drunk. The bar feels too crowded and the air around you reeks of alcohol that you can barely think of anything else.

"And we had sex that night, the good kind. The love kind even, if you could say that. I met him three weeks ago and now I'm talking about him to a bartender, drunk and alone." You complained, your eyes unconsciously closing.

The woman in front of you snorts, shaking her head as she continues to pour drinks. "Honey, y'don't seem like the type to do bad choices." She says.

You smile tightly at her, "Yeah, is it that obvious?"

"Tell you what, I give you a glass of water and call you a cab— then you sleep and think all about this man the next morning." She offers kindly, placing a cup for water in front of you.

"It's a small town right? You think you know who he is? Sirius Black." You state, desperate for some sort of knowledge about the man you've been spending three weeks with.

Devils rolls their dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

Almost instantly, she snorts again. "Black? Sirius Black? Honey, if you know what's good for you then you'll stay the hell away from that man. God, does he piss me off. Three weeks, did you say? Longest I've known, honestly." 

You're taken aback, "Pardon? Longest you've known what?" 

She scoffs, "Longest I've known him to be with a girl." She informs, then pouts, "But, you don't look like a local. So I guess it's just the alcohol talking about love, you'll be out of here before he can break your heart." She gossips.

"I think— uh, I'll take the cab about now." You mutter, slipping her a tip.

I'm drunk in the back of a car

And I cried like a baby, coming home from the bar 

The bumpy ride doesn't make you feel better, you just try to be awake as the driver takes you to Sirius' house. He lives in the richer part of town, the houses big and lavish. 

You can't help it, and end up crying in the back of the cab. The driver sympathetically offered you tissues, probably annoyed that another girl is crying drunkenly. You eventually make it to Sirius' house, paying the driver with sniffles escaping your mouth.

You try to wipe away all the tears, hoping with everything that your makeup didn't smear. Sirius came out a minute later after you rung the bell, his face donned an enthusiastic smile.

"Hey, it's so late. What are you doing here?" He asked, his smile fading as he took in your pained expression. "Y/n, are you okay?" He asks. 

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

You shook your head, "I'm fine." You said, slurring your words tiredly. "Sirius, I uh— I need to tell you something." 

"Yeah, anything love." He said so casually, getting worried by the minute.

"Look, I— I don't want this to just be a summer thing. I want to kiss you, and not keep you like a secret. The truth is, I've been feeling a lot of things lately. Things I never expected myself to do, things like …" 

Sirius stepped closer, "Things like what?" 

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you," Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

"I love you!" You screamed, not caring if someone woke up. Not caring if you said it louder and fuller than you've ever said anything in your life. "I love you, Sirius. I know it's stupid that I do, because it's been three weeks. But these three weeks have been the best I've had. I've never felt like this for anyone—"

"Stop! Just stop! No, no, I'm sorry I can't." He interrupted, "You can't fall in love with me, it's a summer fling, Y/n. It's always been a summer fling. You're supposed to be going home and I don't want anything to be complicated." 

You scoff at him, "So you're telling me that you don't feel anything like that for me? Even after we've had so many good days together. And— and—"

Sirius says the words slowly, "I don't … I don't love you. I never planned to and I— I don't." He says, apparently not taking the hint that he could've just said it once.

It's a cruel summer

With you

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'Tis The Season To Be Horny

the boys have something in store for their good girl this Christmas.

PAIRING: Marauders X Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, DARK THEME, dom!remus, dom!sirius, switch!james, foursome, bondage, fingering, male and female oral, penetration, edging, slapping, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, degrading kink, corruption kink, mommy kink, squirting, facial

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WORD COUNT: 4.1k

A smile was plastered on your face, your eyes watching as Remus tears open the wrapping of his gift. He gave you a glimpse before peering down and stopping at his tracks.

“The Great Gatsby?” He looked up, while James and Sirius eyed you both. You nodded, and scooched closer to his side of the bed. Discarding the brown wrapping paper to the floor, you carefully held the edges of the book.

“Not only that, but it's—” You pointed to a corner, and you could’ve sworn his eyes twinkled.

‘The first fucking edition!” Chuckling to yourself, you went to the edge of the bed and reached under it. Sitting back up with a groan, you turned to Sirius, who perked up when he saw you eye him.

You handed him a box and he eagerly pulled on the edges of the ribbon, unraveling it then opened the crimson lid.

“Is this—” He narrowed his eyes, a wine tinted bottle in his hands. Although, he was close to breaking out a similar grin to Remus.

“The addictive cologne you said you ran out with a month ago? Yes, and took me forever to find.” You didn’t mind, of course. Seeing his face light up from receiving it was enough to compensate. You got so used to this strong scent of his that you immediately knew who it was without looking from far away.

Sirius’ lips curled into a smile, opening the cap and spraying it on his wrists. He rubbed it with his other wrist and brought it up to his nose. His eyes fluttered closed from the familiar musky scent.

“...I really don't deserve you.”

“I already knew that.” You shot him a wink, your cheeks burning red from the praise. From the shuffling to your right, you noticed James sitting silently near you, keeping his eyes down while waiting for his turn. You chuckled to yourself from his state.

“And for you, my favorite boy…” Remus and Sirius shot their heads up, watching you move closer to James and give him a long kiss. The silence got louder from the sight of you moving your lips with James’. Remus and Sirius glared at both of you, watching as you pulled away with a grin, glancing at the two.

“Joking.” You mumbled. Reaching under the bed once more, you groaned, trying to feel for it then held a small black box on your way to James.

“Here's yours, James.” Keeping up with his habit, James held out both of his hands and you placed it on his palms. He casually opened the small box, and his eyebrows immediately raised.

“Isn't that the one you wanted?” His fingers traced over the gold over line of the feather brooch, taking in every small detail. The amount of light coming in from the windows made it shine. James’ lips were parted, bewildered for a few moments.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He nodded cluelessly, while you silently laughed to yourself. “My god, how'd you even get this?”

“You're welcome.” Looking back to Remus and Sirius, they both had their gifts tucked away, and you didn’t even notice them move. Their eyes looked different. Not that there was something wrong, no.

You’d think there would be. In a way, James’ gift cost a bit more than theirs. But you could’ve sworn Remus’ eyes were far more dilated.

“Where’s mine?” You gave them all expecting glances, but they all kept silent and smirked. Sirius and Remus shared a look, as if communicating through it, then returned their focus back to you.

“Your what?” Remus asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“My gift…Didn't we agree that I'd be giving the four of you gifts, and you'd do the same?” In the corner of your eye, you can see James placing his gift on his bed next behind you.

“Oh, she wants her gift!,” Sirius cheered, turning his head to the lycanthrope who had the same smug look, only making your mind even more foggy.

“Care to do the introduction, mate?”

Noticing his eyes were looking behind you, before you could turn back, you felt James place his hands on your shoulder tightly and lay you down on the bed.

“What's going on—”

“I've got it handled.” Sirius crawled to your figure, following James’ lead and holding down your arms to the bed, while Remus just sat back. They held out their wands and you suddenly felt tied to the posts of the bed.

Despite being bound, you felt entirely comfortable with their use of silk instead of ropes. Tugging on the binds repeatedly, your heart rate got faster than the speed of light.

“James? Sirius? What are you—”

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours, huh, sweetheart?” Remus growled, moving darkly near your face. His strikingly good looks up close and deep voice made you want to close your legs from the slick on your underwear.

His face was near the crook of your neck, breath hitting every inch of your skin. You gulped and turned your face away.

“That'll be put to good use later.”

“You see, we didn't know what to give you for Christmas. What else could we give you that you didn’t already have?...But Padfoot came up with an idea.” James gently spoke, sitting down near your body and stroking your hair.

“Of course, my idea was to have you all to myself.” Sirius proudly encouraged, joining the three of you and inching himself nearby.

“But where's the fun in that?” The sound of James’ soft voice and Remus' hot breath on your neck made you part your lips. Even James could turn you weak, as for Remus, he just wanted to see your chest heave up and down.

“And therefore, that led us all here.”

By now, your underwear was close to soaking wet. It was all happening so fast. From a smile, your grin turned upside down to a nervous frown after feeling the silk restraints on your wrists.

You couldn’t even handle just one of them alone. But all three of them together?

It sounded terrifyingly great.

Turning to your last ray of hope, you looked at James.

“James, darling..” You broke out your puppy dog eyes, and he was close to breaking before Sirius cut him off.

“Oh, your little Jamesie can't help you now, princess.” He mumbled into your ear, making you tremble from how close his lips were to your skin.

“Now, does our sweetheart mind if we take her clothes off?” Remus started, gazing for your approval. He spun his wand around his fingers, and the other two were mentally undressing you with their eyes.

Gulping, you slowly shook while giving each of them a glance.

“Perfect.” With a flick of his wand, you were fully naked on the bed. The three of them groaned and licked their lips from the sight of your bare body. Sirius crawled to the end of the bed, moving back to see a clear view of your dripping cunt.

James palmed himself through his trousers, eyes roaming all over your curves. The cold air was starting to give your cunt a chilly feeling, so you closed your thighs. Only for James to force them open.

“Keep them open.” He firmly ordered, to which you fully nodded; his hand trailing up to your stomach.

Sirius got closer and closer to your cunt, his eyes not leaving it even for a split second. His fingers lightly danced on your inner thighs, enjoying the slight whimpers from your mouth, but kept avoiding the needed attention from your dripping cunt.

His fingers finally reached your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles with your arousal. Sirius ran his fingers up and down your slit repeatedly, before inserting a finger that made you arch your back from the bed.

James' eyes transfixed on your tits that rose and brought his hand close to them. He gently caresses them repeatedly.

Sirius pumped his finger in and out, earning louder moans then a few seconds ago. However, this only motivated him to go even faster. You threw your head back, lips uncontrollably quivering and letting out moans.

Remus fingers played with your erect nipples, his palms going over them again and again before occasionally pinching and twisting them. You heard him groan; feeling Sirius add another finger, causing your legs to shake from the rate of his speed.

James followed the werewolf’s lead, his tongue gently swirling your tender skin.

Your breath turns uneven, feeling just enough contact from all parts of your body that can send you close to falling apart.

“Oh一fuck, shit!”

Sirius continued his penetrations, fingers curling upwards inside your wet pussy. Remus wrapped his lips around your right nipple, hungrily sucking on the portion of flesh.

Screwing your eyes shut, you heard belt unbucklings, causing you to gently flutter them open and peer at James sitting up and discarding his belt;.eagerly reaching down his bulge and stroked himself by the sight of you.

His hands went up and down his cock slowly, tip already swollen red from being kept in hold. His pleasant groans only added up to your pleasure, feeling the werewolf's warm tongue work on your tits.

Your muscles tensed up from another warm feeling on your cunt. Looking down, you see Sirius rapidly flicking his tongue on your folds. He lapped your wetness all together, but still kept his fingers in just enough to have you moaning out unevenly.

“Fuck, yes! Sirius..Sirius!”

“Tastes so good, puppy..”

Your muscles relaxed but then you stuttered. The werewolf pulled away from your chest and unbuckled his pants, eagerly eyeing your wet lips.

Chest heaving up and down, you see James retract himself and inch himself closer to your body, throwing his head back and groaning. Remus got in between your body, his cock right in front of your view.

Your lips reached for his tip, lifting your head closer to him. Remus chuckled from the view, having you tied to the bed and all desperate to suck him off. He pushed himself to your mouth, groaning from the warm pleasure of your tongue meeting his cock.

The taste of his cock left you starving to just be filled with.

With your hands bound, you pulled yourself up to sit and tried your best to bob your head repeatedly on him. James ran his fingers on your tits, twisting them and pinching them painfully to make you squeal on Remus’ cock, then wrapping his soft lips around it.

Your legs were shaking from how Sirius delved his tongue inside you and brought his wet fingers that were once inside you cunt to circle your clit.

Your mind wasn’t even able to process any thoughts from all the flowing pleasure. The fact that your three best friends were doing such sinful acts on your body. All at the same time.

Yes, you three were flirty. Touchy, even. You did make out all at once a few times before, but never sexual. Maybe that experience lit up something in their minds that made them just want to have you.

You didn’t even have to push Sirius' head in to get the right amount of pleasure, but that’s when he stopped. Keeping eye contact with Remus, his eyes focused on your lips sucking on the tip.

Then you laid your head down, feeling your neck ache from the limited amount of movement you were given. Only sounds that were audible were James’ mouth sucking on your tits.

The werewolf brought his hand to your chin, lifted it up to him, noticing your lips wet with his pre cum. You licked your lips, biting it slightly. He gave your cheek a sudden hard slap, causing you to moan out and stutter from the immediate stinging.

Remus firmly wrapped his hands around your throat. You choked out your breath, vision slowly turning blurry.

“Fucking take it.” Letting go of your throat harshly, from how he was holding onto it, it's possible your throat already had a bruise. You immediately sat up and leaned in closer and took his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah, suck that fucking cock.”

Noticing James nearby, Remus took hold of his wand and let go of your restraints. Giving you the chance, you reached for James’ cock and stroked him in the same rhythm of sucking Remus off.

Moving your hands up and down, you eye James carefully. His foggy glasses on the bridges of his nose, focus were on your lips; swirling your tongue around Remus.

You pulled away and stroked Remus, then gave your good boy your mouth. James threw his head back, feeling you bob your head, then went even deeper. Sirius moved to you three, scanning each and every move as he pleasured himself. James jerked himself forward, his cock reaching the back of your throat.

Gagging, you screwed your eyes shut from the forming tears on your tear ducts.

“I'll give you something to cry about, you fucking slut.”

The werewolf stood up, making his way in between your legs. He lifted your legs to his shoulders, rubbing his cock on your hole over and over again until you practically whined through James’ cock. You heard an audible chuckle from Sirius before feeling Remus stretch you out.

You pulled away to gasp for air, peering down at Remus and fixating your eyes at where your two bodies connected. His cock pounding into you mercilessly. You were so hypnotized from how he kept moving faster, making your bodies damp at his rate.

“Suck his cock, sweetheart.” Sirius whispered into your ear, head turning to him before returning to James and doing your best to go down on him properly with Remus inside you. He gently stroked your hair from the other side of the bed, watching his best friends have their way with you while he was next in line.

James whimpers, feeling his release closer and closer from his reach. But a slight movement from your left made him pull away and walk to the opposite side of the bed. Still unevenly moaning, you gawked at James as Sirius pulled him in for a kiss. His hands went through the other’s soft curls, pulling him down to the bed beside you.

You bit your lip from the sight and arched your back as Remus reached that one spot that made you widen your eyes to the size of a coin.

He darkly chuckled, moving closer to your body and putting his head in between your legs that were raised on his shoulders. Then he thrusts again and again in the same angle, making your vision turn hazy. To add onto that, you feel fast rubs on your clit from Sirius.

“Used to be such a g-good girl. T-Then you got stuffed with our cocks, and turned into a whore.”

Your pending, needed release was close to ecstasy and suddenly you felt his absence. Remus flipped you to your stomach, hearing a small groan from your lips. He pulled your hips up, your ass on view and entered you once more in the same previous rhythm.

Your arms were beginning to fail you, wanting to just fall from how his hips snapped to your body. Ducking your head, you let out endless babbles to which the other two laughed about. Remus’ grip on your waist tightened, adding up to the flow of pain and pleasure.

Sirius sat in front of you, his cock already pointing up from his previous sessions. You reach for it with your mouth, slightly leaning forward to have him put it on your mouth. He immediately groaned from your head moving quickly, throwing his head back. Remus gave harder, harsh thrusts, pushing your body down to his cock.

He hit the same spot as earlier, making you moan through Sirius’ cock.

“Moony, do that again.” James softly requested, seeing how your face went from his penetration.

“Watch what she does..” Sirius whispered.

They all laid their eyes on you as Remus gave another hard thrust, and you rolled your eyes back, body trembling, crying out and pulling away from Sirius. They all groaned seeing how beautifully they were tearing you apart together, your once angelic body being defiled by three of your closest friends.

“Fuck!” James hissed, drawing his face closer to see you clearly.

“I could do this all day..” Remus breathed out, still pounding onto you.

“So pretty for us, angel. Now, suck m’cock again, hm?” Your gaped lips kissed his tip, and started lowering yourself down near his base. Screwing your eyes shut, Sirius pushes your head even further.

You lightly sobbed, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. From the small tears on the corner of your eyes, you peer at a blurry vision of James jerking himself off near Sirius.

His soft, deep grunts added to the growing release on your stomach, crying out louder, sending vibrations through Sirius that only made him fuck your mouth. The back of your throat began to ache, his tip hitting it aggressively each time that a few bruises would surely be planted by the end of the day.

“Look at you stuffed with our cocks..” Sirius cooed into your ear.

“What happens if we stop, Pads?” Remus grunted, feeling your cunt stretch around him.

Widening your eyes, you pulled away from Sirius. “No, please. Please—don't stop.”

“Fucking slut.” You jerked backward, a slap from Sirius on your cheek made you turn your head to the side.

“‘M’gonna cum.”

“Hold it.” The werewolf ordered, making you squirm and cry from how badly you want to reach your climax.

“But—”

“Good girls don’t talk back.”

“She's a slut now, remember?”

“My bad.”

In a split second, Sirius sat up and Remus moved away from you, causing you to whine loudly. You looked desperate, yes. The small tears flowing from your eyes showed this.

“Aw, do you really want to cum?” James mocks, making you nod quickly, you feel a few more tears drop from your chin to the sheets.

“Poor baby..” His eyes looked sincere through his words, but then they creased when he chuckled; Sirius turned your body to the side, lifting up one leg. His cock rubbed up against your pussy, coating himself with your arousal.

Watching as he lines himself up, he slips inside of you. You rest your head on the sheets, sweat collecting on your skin as he starts moving. His breath tickles your ear, face resting near your shoulders.

“Yes—yes! Oh, fuck. Right there, don't stop.”

You couldn’t even hear the slight chatter the three boys made from how hazy your whole mind was becoming. Only chuckles and cursing were all you could make out. James crawled to you and placed his tip on your lips, while you opened your mouth and weakly sucked him off.

“Slut’s already cockdrunk, and she’s not even done with James.”

Remus chuckled out in between moans, hands stroking himself while his back rested on the headboard. Seeing your eyes droop from how his friends were using you just made him lick his lips.

James stroked your hair, while you pushed your mouth further on his cock. He jerked himself forward, your throat almost choking. To add onto the flow, James reached down to your cunt and started rubbing your clit quickly.

With all the refusal for release, your legs were starting to shake from the both of them. Cries of pleasure muffled from your mouth. Sirius’ digged his nails into your thighs, a small piercing pain directing to your skin.

You couldn’t even move your head to pleasure James, so instead he used your mouth to his advantage and got motivated with the lewd noises with the contact of his cock with your throat.

Soon enough, Remus was joining into the chant of you three, groaning and whimpering each other’s names. Without even looking back to him, he sounded like he was enjoying himself. Sirius’ sloppy thrusts meant he was close and you were too.

But what seemed like the thousandth time, he was close to pulling out when you turned your head to Sirius.

“Please...Please...just let me cum—” You whined, close to breaking down from the pit in your stomach that gets rejected each time.

“Judge's verdict?” Sirius turned to Remus and James, who exchanged glances before nodding.

“Alright then.”

James reached down and inserted a finger, while Sirius rubbed your clit in the same rapid pace. You arched your back, feeling the rush of pleasure nearly reach you.

Throwing your head back to the sheets, you let out a high pitched moan as you reach your orgasm. After coming down off your high, they still continued their actions and watched as your cum dripped to the sheets.

Remus made you rest your body on his bare chest, your forehead meeting with his skin as you turned your head.

“Feels great?” He leaned down to whisper near your parted lips. You nodded, babbles flowing from your mouth as Sirius and James worked their way into making you reach another release.

Your legs shook once more, then heard all of them groan from seeing you quirt.

“Oh, wow. Look at that..”

The lycanthrope chuckled near your ear. After finally coming down from your high, you feel your legs splattered with droplets of your release. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t rest just yet. Through your droopy eyes, you see James nearby waiting for you as Remus held onto your body and assisted you into his arms.

You rested on James' chest for a split second, then adjusted yourself and straddled his waist. Sinking into him, you both groaned at the same time.

Every single one of you didn’t have any space in your head to even be sad from how high your oxytocin became. All you knew was that you can’t cut the level of pleasure you were in.

You gripped James’ shoulder, while he gently rested his on your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin soothingly while you bounced on his cock. Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye you could see Remus and Sirius devouring each other with their lips.

A surge of jealousy went through, making you turn to James and pull him into a long kiss, your moans muffling along as you moved.

Swirling your hips, you pressed your forehead to his, moaning and reaching for your second orgasm of the night (although, it wasn’t really enough). Weakly returning his kisses, James threw his head back, giving you the chance to trail kisses on his jaw.

“Trying to make us jealous, lovely?” Sirius taunted, his head dangerously close to your neck, your soft kisses soon turning rough.

“That won’t work. But it only proves you’re too desperate for attention that you just can’t get enough..” Remus finished off with tugging your earlobes with his teeth, causing you to choke out a moan.

“Mommy..” James rasped out, making you three chuckle. Continuing on, you started to feel him meet your thrusts and buck his hips upwards to your movement. Both of you held onto each other, close sensation of release nearing.

“Oh, fuck..mommy..”

“Mommy..” Sirius mocked from behind you, while Remus was doing the same to James.

“Does your mommy feel good, James?” You kept eye contact with James, cluelessly nodding to all of their slight whispers; acting as if they were two devils whispering in your ears while they jerked off to you two. He nodded to the werewolf’s inquiry, an expression of pleasure plastered on his face.

“Shit, James—”

“Gonna cum?” Remus groans, glancing between you two, seeing both of you nod with faces he found rather amusing.

“Mhm.”

“Your good boy's cock inside your pussy feels good, doesn't it?” Sirius breathes near your neck, heat traveling down to your overstimulated cunt.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That's right. Cum on his cock, sweetheart.” Remus orders as he moves towards you, his own hands on his cock moving quicker, still glancing towards James every few seconds. “Wanna see you milk his cock, alright?”

“James, hold it.” Sirius mumbled, to which James lightly nodded. You took your time and soon after reached your orgasm, body completely trembling from the flowing ecstasy your whole soul reached. You weren't seeing stars, your eyes turned black.

“Up.” Kneeling down on the sheets, you see the three of them tower over you; standing up and stroking their cocks. You innocently fluttered your eyes to each of them, watching their faces shadow an expression of euphoria一well nearly.

The sight of them jerking themselves off in front of you, because of you, was heavenly.

Purposely sticking your tongue out, you feel them each cum on your face. Closing your eyes, continuous groans went out of their mouth while it drops to your eyelids.

“Fuck!”

“That pretty face..”

“My cum looks good on you, princess.”

Once they all rode off their high, you wiped their cum from your eyes and licked it from your fingers; the salty taste filling your taste buds. You all collapsed onto the bed before Remus stood up and reached for his discarded shirt on the edge of the bed, helping you wipe your face properly.

“I don't think you'll be able to give me anything better than this next year.”

“Oh, just wait on Valentines' Day.”

一 END.

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You won’t be here with me anymore because you’re clearly no use,”

NO kaz thats cold, the fight was so cold i-

but i LOVE the ending. “you didn’t deserve it but he didn’t deserve you” ??? THAT HAD ME GO WHFKJFJEF  good job jenni 💗

hi can i request a kaz brekker with prompts C64 + C91 with a fem reader if possible?

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Prompts: C64. “Nothing has changed in you, even when I wanted to believe so.” and C91. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me?”

A/N: I'm so sorry for this delay!! I hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, fight, Kaz is cold, one f-word

Word count: 826

The heist had been a disaster, Kaz had gotten a stab wound and the man was seething. But he was more angry than usual, you had caught fear in Jesper's eyes when Kaz had scolded him with harsh words after he had checked on him.

When Jesper left the office, you moved to help Kaz with his stab wound but he slapped your hand away before you could even touch his sleeve.

"I need to clean the wound, Kaz," you sighed and Kaz rolled his eyes.

"I can do it myself."

You shrugged with another sigh. "Fine."

Kaz glared at you after a moment. "Can't none of you idiots follow a simple plan?"

You frowned. "Don't blow it up on me, I wasn't taking part of it."

"You were planning it with me."

You scoffed, frustration taking over. "Last I checked, you have asked me to plan heists with you because you like having me beside you, not because of my planning skills. You're the mastermind here, not me."

"Well, I'll keep that in mind the next time when I plan. You won't be here with me anymore because you're clearly no use," he huffed and you fell silent for a moment.

Last time he had talked to you like that, was when you first joined the Dregs. Kaz had said you're incompetent and don't have enough skills, but Inej had insisted in keeping you and by some force by the Saints, Kaz had tolerated the fact that you were still learning. You could say you pretty much hated Kaz during that time, but you had tolerated his harsh and mean behavior because anything was better than working for Tante Heleen.

Then, very slowly, he had started to appreciate you as you became more skillfull with climbing and spying, and it went as far as him catching feelings for you, something he had desperately tried to hide for almost a year. But there was something he didn't know - you had caught feelings for him too, and you had eventually come clean to each other, and even though you never agreed to "officially" date, it was clear to everyone who saw you together - you were his.

But now you had been taken right back to the first weeks, and a wave of rage washed over you. The feeling of you hating him came forward, and you didn't even think about your next words properly as you said them. Your anger spoke, not you.

"You're not who I thought you could be," you said and then seethed out, “Nothing has changed in you, even when I wanted to believe so.”

Your tone took Kaz aback a bit, you had never used a tone like that with him before - a tone with so much anger and spite. He wanted to apologize, but Dirtyhands disagreed.

“Oh, so that’s what you think of me?” Kaz heard himself say while staring at you coldly.

"Yes, that's exactly what I think about you. How can you be like that? One moment you make my heart fly and the next you make me want to punch you. Congratulations, Kaz, you're the first person ever who has been able to make me feel like that!" You slammed your hands on the table, spilling the ink all over Kaz's papers, but Kaz didn't even flinch. He just looked up at you indifferently. It was infuriating.

"That all?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow and you groaned, throwing your hands up in the air and leaving his office, slamming the door behind you. Kaz heard a sob coming from your mouth before your steps hurrying down the stairs, by no doubt going to Inej's arms to cry your heart out, and soon Inej would come to him as an angry sister figure, which she was to you.

He listened until your steps faded away, before he took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. He knew he had fucked up, but he was too proud to come to you and tell you that- no, what he would even tell you? That he's sorry for not being better? And then just continuing his behavior?

Whenever he had fights with you, his personality just switched. Usually, he had fond looks for you and actually got your heart thumping louder than ever before, but when he had a bad day, he poured it on everyone, including you.

He knew you didn't deserve that, as he didn't deserve you either. But if he still wanted to keep you, if he didn't want you to run away and leave, leave him, he had to be better. He had to learn other ways to cope with his bad days than pouring it on you.

He wanted to believe he could do it for you. But he also knew it wouldn't be easy or simple. It was easy to decide but hard to keep - but he wanted to fight it, for you.

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