Would You Ever Consider Writing Poly!marauders? Or Even More Of The Luna Reader With Platonic (or Romantic)

would you ever consider writing poly!marauders? or even more of the luna reader with platonic (or romantic) marauders?

if u have more poly!m requests please send them (to clarify this is romantic) fem!reader tw cut

"You should be more careful," Remus says, "really, dove." 

You lean back against the kitchen counter and try not to wince as he finishes with the dressing on your arm. 

"I am careful," you say. 

He laughs softly. It's a rare sound, kind that has you smiling immediately. You wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to press down on your injury, and kiss his neck quickly. 

"Thanks for fixing me, handsome," you say. 

Remus pats your back. "That's never something you have to thank me for… You might like me less when the boys come home." 

You pull away. "You texted them?" you ask, already resigned to your fate. 

He looks gorgeous even when you're mad at him, pale skinned but dark in his way, dark eyes and dark brows and his amazingly handsome nose that makes you wanna lean over and kiss him. 

"Afraid so." Remus squeezes a path up your arm to your shoulder. "You know the lashing they'd give me if I didn't." 

"Well," you murmur, "I suppose you did patch me up." 

He kissed your forehead as the sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall. "That's the spirit." 

"Angel?" 

You relax. It's James, which means you aren't in for a loving telling off, just a loving. You stay by Remus' side until James is in view, a shock of green rugby uniform stark against brown skin. He sheds his bag and you practically throw yourself into his open arms, 'cause usually that's exactly what he wants. 

"Wait wait wait!" he says, holding out his hand, his wrist brace scratchy against your arm. "Don't hurt yourself worse! What happened?" 

You fight him, trying to hug him and laughing when he holds you back like you're nothing. He's strong. "James, come on. I cut it on the garden fence." 

He makes a sound like he feels super sorry for you and finally lets you hug him, your face in his solid chest, your hands at the small of his back. You settle in for as long as you want, James and you both suckers for a good hug, and sigh as his cheek kisses the top of your head. 

"You okay, Moons? You look tired." James voice rumbles through your hear, low and warm. 

"Fine. She just shocked me, running in the house with blood dripping down to her elbow." 

"Give us a hug." 

"I'll make tea." 

James turns his lips to your forehead, "How come he'll hug me when we're alone, and he'll hug you all day long when you're together, but he's totally allergic to affection when we're together?" 

"He's shy," you mumble, "ask him again in an hour and he'll say yes." 

The door opens a second time and you'd hide your face pretty much in James' armpit, laughing through the horror. "Hide me." 

"No, I don't think so." 

James works your face away from his chest, hands held over the soft slopes of your shoulders. He looks you in the eye, all melty brown and sweetness. "Sure you're okay?" he asks. 

You hum. He kisses your cheek. 

"Okay, I'm gonna go harass Remus for a hug then, before he boils the kettle and threatens me with a scalding. Love you." 

"I don't love you, you're leaving me for the wolves." 

"I'm hardly a wolf," comes Sirius' amused drawl. 

James raises his eyebrows at you in a silent gesture for Good luck, angel, and disappears around the corner to the kitchen. 

You sigh and spin on your heel, finding your arch nemesis (concerned boyfriend) propped against the wall. He's in casual work attire, which for Sirius is a smart pair of trousers and a dark button down with the sleeves rolled up. His tan seems to have waned in the winter, leaving him pale. Though he often claims in a joking manner that it's a consequence of loving you, he's always so worried it steals the colour from his skin. 

I like to worry, he'd assured you once. 

"You might not believe me, but you look very handsome today," you say. 

He raises a dark brow. "You say that every day." 

"Emphasis on 'very,'" you say. 

He pulls his weight off of the wall and holds out his hand as he approaches. You let him take your arm, let him assess the small dressing bandage Remus has applied over your cut. 

"It was deep," you admit, "but not very long." 

"Mm, Remus said," Sirius says, near murmuring as his thumb works into your wrist. He rubs over unbroken skin gently. "Does it hurt?" 

You shake your head vehemently. 

"Swear?" 

"Why would I lie?" you ask. You smile at him. "You really do look handsome. And you didn't need to come home from work." 

"It's my lunch break." 

"Oh, good! Let me make you something, while everybody's home." 

"Or I can make you something," he suggests. 

You enter into a stare off. He faces you with little expression, a blank slate. A pretty blank slate. His lashes don't so much as flicker, while you struggle to keep a straight face under so much seriousness. Your lips twitch with a laugh and something about it must break him, because he takes your face into his two hands and presses your noses together. 

"You make it very hard to be sensible about things," he says, and gives you a chaste kiss. 

His lips are a warmth you savour, and he steals them back much too swiftly for your liking. 

"Remus is the sensible one," you deny. "You're the overprotective one. And James is… James." You sigh, lovelorn. "And I'm the stupid one who cuts herself on chicken wire. You really didn't have to come home." 

"I wanted to." 

He leads you by the hand into the kitchen, where James and Remus stand in front of an unboiled kettle, Remus face smushed into James broad shoulder, a muscled arm locking him into place. He looks quite happy. 

"Sorry, I'm still making tea," he says into James' sleeve.

"No, I'm gonna make dinner," you say, yanking Sirius to the lovefest. 

You worm under James' other arm and Sirius strokes at the hair curling over Remus' forehead, mumbling, "Oh, god, she's killed you." 

"Worse ways to go," Remus says. 

Running Hot

it's been storming where I live so this is very self-indulging but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

James was a hot person. Not just physically, your boyfriend was definitely attractive, but temperature-wise as well. He was, in general, a hotter person.

Which made it a perfect match when you’d got together, and you were someone that ran colder. One thing James hadn’t accounted for, despite your tendency to be cold, was that you loved winter.

So, after a long day of making snowmen and throwing snowballs, you finally let James usher you in, teeth chattering and shivering.

“Atta girl, come on, let’s get you warmed up,” James guides you into his apartment, toeing off his boots on the mat before bending down to help you.

“There you go, baby,” he whispers, unraveling you slowly. You shiver under his touch, watching him as he concentrates on removing each of your layers.

“Th-thanks, Jamie. S’ real-l-l cold out there, h-huh?” You say, teeth chattering against each other, hugging your arms around yourself.

James chuckles, “Yeah, sweetheart, s’real cold. How about we get warm though, hm?”

You nod as he leads you further in, with a hand on the small of your back. He guides you onto his couch, grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders.

“Here, throw this on top of your sweater too, yeah? I’m gonna make some hot cocoa.” James hands you his hoodie and presses a kiss to the crown of your head as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You shuffle your feet up, curling up under the blanket, and slip on the hoodie. It hasn’t been washed since the last time James wore it, and you’re not too ashamed to inhale the woodsy scent that lingers, instantly washing over you with comfort.

You can hear James fighting with the thermostat, colourful courses being muttered, until it finally grumbles on, blasting heat through the vents. 

“You okay, angel? Hot cocoa coming up soon, yeah?” James calls out to you, and a smile forms on your face as you hear him fumbling around in the kitchen.

“Jamie?” you call quietly.

He pokes his head out the doorway, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you come cuddle?” You flip half the blanket open towards him and pat the spot next to you.

A cheshire grin spreads over his face. He jogs back to shut off the kettle and practically leaps next to you onto the couch.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He mumbles, maneuvering the two of you until he’s laid flat on the couch and you’re lying right on top.

You tuck your head in the space between the back of the couch and his face, legs all tangled up together.

“Hi,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Hi back at you, pretty.” His arms wrap around you tighter, pulling you up and against his chest. You snuggle in closer, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat.

“This okay?” He spreads the blanket over the both of you, stretching it out to make sure all your sprawled limbs are covered underneath.

You hum in appreciation, “Yeah, s’really nice.” A yawn breaks through. “Thanks, Jamie.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Get some rest, yeah?” He brushes the hair off your forehead and presses a kiss to it.

“Love you, Jamie,” you mumble into his chest, lips pressing against his clothed pec.

“Love you too, angel.”

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can i pls request remus being jealous and (non-toxically lol) possessive when seeing reader with someone else 🫣

Hello!!! I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, this week has been completely out of control for some reason. But here it is! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting. My ask box is open.

Wc: 1k

Cw: It's just fluff, a few swear words

He was already having a bad day, the full moon looming close, only two days away. His day started at 5:30, with James throwing around his quidditch equipment, claiming he was late for his daily training. Then when he finally managed to fall back asleep, he didn't hear his alarm go off, making him late for potions, his least favourite subject. Thankfully Slughorn didn't give him a hard time, unlike Snape, who had made fun of his brewing abilities. And no matter how much Lily had helped him to finish and pass the assignment, his mood hadn't improved; it actually soured, thinking he was useless at potions kept distracting him from his other classes. So when lunchtime came, he was in an even worst mood than before.

Remus sits next to Sirius, who is excitedly talking with James, Marlene and Peter. He pinches his nose, feeling a headache growing at his temples. His eyes open to see his girlfriend talking with Adam, a Ravenclaw he is sure has had a crush on the sweet girl since first year. His brow furrows as he watches the boy touch her arm in what appears to be more than a friendly gesture.

He stands up, ready to stomp his way over there and give the blonde boy a piece of his mind. Before he can take a step, James' voice interrupts him.

"Where are you going, Moony?"

The curly-haired boy turns around to see where his friend's eyes were directed.

"Moons," James turns back to him "You're going to be upset if you go over there and cause a scene."

"No, I'm not."

"The full moon is in two days." James gives him a knowing look that makes him sit back down. Remus knows that in the days before the full moon, he becomes irritable and explosive when pushed.

"I hate that guy." His eyes roll as an unpleasant look forms on his face. "He is always all over her, and she is too fucking nice to tell him to sod off."

"I know." James' voice is gentle in understanding. "If it makes you feel better, I'll knock off his broom next week when we play against Ravenclaw." A mischievous smile forms on his face.

Remus can't help his own smile at his friend's attempt at making him feel better; and at the image of Adam falling off his broom too.

"Sure, just make it look like an accident."

"I'm the best at making things seem like accidents." The boy gives him a wink before he takes a sip of his juice.

His eyes divert back to the pair, who are still talking by the entrance of the Great Hall. Remus' patience seems to wear out even faster when he sees the stiffness of her body. She's still smiling, but as time goes on, it seems more forced; she keeps moving her body to the Gryffindor table, clearly trying to end the conversation. But as the blonde keeps talking, she returns to her previous place just to do this awkward dance again. Deciding he's had enough, Remus gets up and stomps to them.

"Hey, love." His voice is sweet, unlike his eyes that send a murderous glance to Adam.

"Remus!" She turns to him, a smile plastered on her face. She opens her arms and hugs his neck, pulling him down to her height. "Get me out of here." She whispers in his ear.

Remus breaks the hug and smiles down at her as he tucks a rouge strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, hello, Remus." Says Adam through tight lips.

"Yes. Hi. I'm going to take my girlfriend away now, goodbye." He quickly turns on his heels, pulling her with him.

"Remus! That was rude!" She chastises him in a low voice when they are far away from the boy who is standing in his spot, mouth agape.

"I don't care." He grunts. "Come on, I know you're hungry. I saved you a spot." He turns to her with a smile.

With a sigh and shake of her head, they arrive at the table. Remus pulls out her chair so she can sit and then takes his own sit.

"Stop being cute, I'm trying to be upset with you."

"I'm not being cute, I'm just trying to take care of you." He grabs her hand and kisses it, making her grunt and hide her face with her other hand.

"This is being cute, Lupin." Accusing eyes stare at him. "You were rude to Adam."

"The bastard was making you uncomfortable."

"He wasn't making me uncomfortable."

"He wasn't letting you leave." He says in a knowing voice.

"Okay, he wasn't." She concedes. "But, he was just being friendly." Her statement is met with a snort and a roll of Remus' eyes. "You're just jealous."

"I am." He says easily as he leans on her shoulder, letting his nose tangle in her hair. "You'd be jealous too if you had the most amazing woman all to yourself." She giggles, making him smile.

"I have the most amazing guy, though." Her hand finds the back of his head.

"I'm sorry I was mean, I get possessive sometimes." His soft voice reaches her ears.

"I like how possessive you are, but maybe next time be a little bit nicer." He takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent, allowing it to calm him.

"I'll try when it's not so close to the full moon." He pulls back just enough to kiss her lips.

"Are you guys going to eat each other instead of the food, or what?" Sirius' voice makes them pull apart.

"Shut up, pads. They're having a moment." James interrupts his teasing, making her laugh. Everything seems to be better now, maybe he just needed her to turn his bad day good.

can i request grumpy x sunshine with remus pls!! maybe he’s the grumpy one but reader is just sweet and full of love and he adores them for it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 congrats on 2k!!!

summary: remus is mean to his friends but totally soft with you

fem!reader 0.5k words

You’re almost at the pub when Remus calls you. You answer your phone embarrassingly fast.

“Remus?”

You hear a collection of sounds on the other end of the line, something that sounds like James’s roaring laughter, and a rippling of voices and music in the background.

“Hi, dove.”

He sounds agitated. Annoyed. You frown.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask.

“I’m fine, just—“ Remus cuts himself off to sigh frustratedly. His voice goes muffled like he’s pulled his phone away from his ear. “Shut up, Sirius, please.”

There’s a scuffling on the line that sounds suspiciously like Remus shoving Sirius, followed by Sirius’s voice saying, “Hey!”

Another sigh and then Remus’s voice is back and clear again. “Sorry, angel. Sirius is being a twat. James, too. How long til you get here?”

There’s a smidge of desperation in his tone that you don’t miss.

“I’m nearly there,” you say, and quicken your pace. “I’ll be two minutes, tops.”

“Will you stay on the phone with me til then?” He asks, quiet enough that you know he’s hoping he won’t be heard by his friends. “Otherwise I think I might punch someone in the face.”

You giggle. If anyone else heard him say it they’d think he was serious, but you know he’s not. Not yet, anyway.

“Of course.”

Remus doesn’t have to endure his annoying friends for much longer. You arrive in a flurry of smiles and a kiss on the cheek each for his friends. Then you turn on him and beam and you look so pretty Remus forgets to frown.

“Hi, Remus,” you say, even though you just hung up from being on the phone with him seconds ago.

“Hi, angel,” he says back, half as enthusiastic but twice as fond.

Remus feels like the luckiest guy alive when you move to stand over him and press your smiling mouth to his, in your lovely dress covered in daisies and your eyes all bright and pretty. You taste like strawberry lip balm. He pulls you down for another kiss before you can get away, his big hand spread over your waist. You giggle against his lips and he thinks you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever met.

He’s smiling as you take your seat, though he’s trying to hide it from James and Sirius. It doesn’t work. They see the way he’s looking at you, the way he pulls you as close as humanly possible. They see his smile, even though it’s small.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” James says seriously, leaning forward over the table on his elbows. “You’ve gone and turned him into a whole different man.”

Sirius laughs loud. It irks Remus more than it should.

“Shove off, Prongs,” he says, but it comes out weaker than he’d meant because you’re trailing your soft fingers over his forearm, your touch setting his skin alight.

“See what I mean?” says James gleefully. “You should’ve seen him before you got here, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”

Remus glares. “I still will.”

James guffaws. “No, you won’t.”

“Leave him alone, James,” you say, sounding about as mean as Remus has ever heard you, which isn’t really very mean at all. But you’ve tightened your grip on his arm and you’re pouting at James.

Maybe Remus won’t bite James’ head off. For your sake.

Enchanted | Remus Lupin x reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : Remus is the starlight to your night sky.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ : anxious reader, fem!reader, social anxiety , hurt/comfort, mutual pining, a pinch of angst, alcohol intake, post hogwarts-marauders era.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ : I'm in happy tears, i finally wrote something after whole friggin' four months. I think I'm back.

“Oh come on, stop fooling us ,we all know about you and Frank.” Marlene comments on something Alice was saying. “Isn't it y/n?”

“Hmm?” you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed since you didn't listen to what they're talking about, but you fake it with your ever working “yea-yeah totally.”

The girls get back to laughing and drinking, while you stand there with forced laughter and a bright fake smile on your face.

You don't like parties, they really stress you out, trying to pretend to do human conversation stresses you out but staying alone with your own thoughts and sulking in a corner of your dorm wasn't really a good idea so you chose to be a big girl and fake it to be confident and funny and witty even though in reality you were none of them.

Your tired eyes flicker across the liquor counter and you catch a glimpse of that one face that makes your heart stutter everytime you look at it. Remus, with James and Sirius standing next to him as always, for a change he is in a sage green jacket today. Gorgeous as ever. Few strands of his sandy blonde hair kissing his forehead , a bright smile on his face as he talks to Sirius. 

Suddenly James glances towards you which causes Sirius and Remus to look towards you too. His brown eyes crinkling as he looks at you with a small pleasant smile. But maybe he's not looking at you, you wonder if he even remembered you.

Yes. You know him, he used to be your classmate, you and him even got paired up for potions in your fifth year (this is when you fell hardly in love with him) and if it counts you have exchanged few hi-hellos at Marlene's parties too which makes you and him fairly acquainted. But that's it. That's what you are to Remus. An acquaintance, still you can't help the flutter in your heart whenever he passes by you or simply looks at you, just like it used to whenever your eyes would meet while laughing at James's clownery in Mcgonagall's class. 

Enchanted. That's what you are, with the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he smiles, his quiet and loving nature, his way of seeing the world. You fancy everything that makes him-Remus.

Your heart picks up a different rhythm as he starts to make his way to you. 

God is he really coming to you? Not bloody likely.

You think and look around to see if he's approaching someone else and you're just making up fake scenarios in your head.

And—as per the guess he looks at Lily instead, even though you guessed it to happen still this was embarrassing since in the back of your mind you're also wishing him to actually come and talk to you.

And why can't you ever go and say a hi? Because everytime you think of doing that your heart hammers in your chest, your breathing falters and the fear of embarrassing yourself in front of him starts to creep in and you turn back on your heels.

In a nutshell you're a coward.

Rest of the time goes in a blur until Marlene announces to shift the party indoors for drinking games and edibles.

You try your best and hover on the border but it starts getting tougher than you thought as Mary, Dorcas and even Lily leave you on your own, not intentionally though. One drink led to another and another and all your friends got too drunk to acknowledge a little old you who isn't much of a drinker.

The itching in your brain makes you do that one thing you always do when your social battery drains to zero. 

That is— sneaking out. 

The late night breeze gently blows and you take a sigh of relief. It's freedom. There's something about loneliness you still can't decide, whether it's your Ally or your enemy it's a matter still to be pondered upon. But right now it's a relief to be far away from the expectant eyes, so much better than facing people, than having to look intelligent and funny and all sorts of things you know you are not and having to pretend the opposite. 

The distance turning the thrumming music into a quiet melody, the lyrics just as indistinguishable as you make your way to the patio.

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The ice in your peach flavoured hurricane melts making your drink more watery than it already was. The rum casting a film over your mood, keeping your loneliness and dropping you into a total dolor. 

The playlist has started over many songs. And you've no clue how many anymore.

The breeze blows, but this time not so gently and in a way that makes you shiver. It's all muddled in your head, the heaviness inside you, the alertness is still there, your emotions are still the same.

You want to cry.

The leaves rustle as footsteps swipe through the grass ,making you flinch slightly.

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.” Remus smiles, his voice tired. Harsh light of the bonfire sharpening the bags under his eyes into dark creases. 

“It's the breeze.” that's a half lie, goosebumps rising on your wrist, standing fine the hairs on the end. Only few licks of the heat from the pit touching your knees, leaving the rest of you cold in your grey sweatshirt. 

“Can I join you?” Remus asks, you notice a ratty blanket in his arms.

“Sure.” you shrug, slightly anxious.

You stiffen your back when instead of sitting somewhere far he chooses to join you on the bench, tossing the blanket over your knees.

“you're cold, right?” he says, you blink twice before realising you were staring at him. 

“Uh-yeah a little.” you reply touching your knees up to your chin and curl the blanket around your arms.

Your senses tingling raw at having someone nearby, again. You don't have anything to say, you hardly ever have.

The blanket is ruggedy in your hands as you rub your thumbs over it, focusing your attention over the uneven texture instead of Remus being so close to you. The uneasiness still fresh, still coiled taut as springs, though it's not getting any tighter but they aren't losing either.

“How long have you been out here?” Remus' speaks suddenly, his shoulder touches yours and you flinch slightly. 

“Uh” You don't know. “Not that long.” 

He nods, pushing more of the blanket in your lap. He knows you're lying. He knows what it's like. The awkwardness around people, he understands the things you can't explain but feel. 

It's the first time he's talking to you properly, credit goes to James who suggested this whole scheme of inviting you. Even though they all were not quite sure about you actually attending it, since you usually prefer your hermity life which Remus understands completely, he's the same after all.

On your end, you're suddenly so aware of everything around you, your shoulders hunched nearly to your ear with your arms clenched to your side.

There's an awkward silence between you two and you can't help but wonder what exactly has drawn Remus from the party.

“clear night,” Remus clears his throat. “ don't get to see much of the stars in the city, it's beautiful, isn't it?”

You raise your eyes from the fire and look up in the sky, bright pinpricks decorating the gradient of blue.

“Indeed,” your eyes light up as you speak, you never really had a specific reason why stars are one of your timeless interests, but they surely do hold a specific space in your heart. 

“There's Cassiopeia.” he says, pointing just about the treeline around the fence. 

“You know constellations?” you ask, happy to know you've something in common. 

“Some.” He replies, softly. “ Cassiopeia is one fascinating myth.”

“Where is it?” you ask, though you know exactly where it is.

Remus glances at you leaning closer so that his fingers could match your gaze.

Your shoulder knocks to his own, his hair touching the side of your face. He's never ever been this close, with a galloping heart you watch his finger move up and down and then down and up tracing a cow eyed W in the sky.

“There she is,” he tells you, and you look at the said constellation, enthralled with the beauty just the same as it does everytime you look at the sky. “ You know in Greek mythology, she was the most beautiful woman.....” 

Your eyes fixed at him the whole time as he talks, his low voice rumbling into your tired bones and yet you want to listen, hell you don't want to be anywhere but here, with him, talking about how Poseidon got angry with Cassiopiea and cursed her. 

You hum and curl deeper into the blanket, sleep threatening your eyelid to close.  

“How are you doing, now?” Remus asks, after sometime. 

You look at him confused. 

“You'd been out here for over an hour.” he tells you. “ Your eyes looked distant and glassy back there.” 

‘Oh’ you intone. You didn't realise it to be this long. 

“You don't have to tell me, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“No-no I'm okay, I just don't do well in crowds.” you tell him, truthfully. 

“Didn't realise you noticed me leave.” you say and then immediately regret.

And that's exactly what he feared you'd think.

Every time he thought he could talk to you, something in him stopped him, he didn't know how to act around you, you affected him in ways no one ever has, and this is why he turned to his only hope - Lily for help. Though she wasn't much help since all she advised him was to man up and talk to you about anything he wants. 

And talking about stars was the best he could come up with.

“uh- i mean we never really talk that much so i thought- i wasn't the type you'd hangout with” 

“I-I'm really sorry if I ever made you feel like I intentionally never talk to you.” he says.

“No- i didn't mean that-” you stumble yourself. “i was just-” 

“I know you don't mean that, it's just that I would never want to give that impression to anybody- especially you.”

You don't know what to say, the anxiety from earlier that had been buzzing through you had kept you awake while thoroughly draining you. You'd hardly realised just how tired you are until now, with your body not the feeling settled but heavy. The stress running through you and now you're bearing fatigue. 

Remus glances at you out of the corner of his eyes. “You look exhausted.” 

“You should never tell a girl that she looks exhausted.” you retort, your first little grin curving along your lips.

“Noted.” To his surprise he smiles too. “You should rest for a little while.” he says, patting his shoulder.

You hate how your brain fails to trust as you look up at him, searching for anything like petty, obligation or even impatience, but what you find is just an enormous amount of openness and pretty shades of brown.

“Will you tell me more about stars?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

Remus smiles once again looking up to the stars, he starts another tale.

You subconsciously snuggle onto his shoulder, body drawing closer to him, his voice lulling you to sleep.

You dreamed about space. 

also!!! sirius giving shy!you your first hickey 😵‍💫 he’s so gentle at first, but once you start making noises and gasping he gets a tad bit rough. he ends up accidentally leaving a bright purple mark on your neck that doesn’t go away for days. unfortunately james and remus see it and the teasing is relentless

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mal i love u this request is amazing.

summary — sirius gives you a hickey. james and remus think it’s amusing.

content — sirius black x fem!reader, hickies, shy!reader

Sirius has his face in your neck and he’s been home for a solid five minutes.

You’re in his bed and he’s on top of you. His hip over your stomach, an arm across your chest that’s curled up behind your ear to hold your face back.

“Is that,” he mumbles, smattering quick, wet kisses over your skin. He breathes in, “is that a new perfume?”

You angle your head upwards to escape his relentless mouth, face towards the ceiling. You can feel the beginnings of shy laughter bubble low in your chest.

“Yeah,” you say a little breathless, a lot distracted. “Yeah, you bought it.”

He nudges the patch of skin under your jaw. “Did I?”

He’s so close to your sweet spot you feel like you can’t breathe. Your chest stutters when he finds it and all you can do is hum what you hope sounds like a yes.

Sirius sets a cruel path across your neck, nipping and nudging. You think you have an idea on what he’s about to do. Your hands tighten in their grip where you have them in his dress shirt. He still smells like work.

He opens his mouth and the pressure is barely there. You’ve gone quiet and Sirius notices. “How was your day, lovely?”

You bite your lip. “Uh—“ This close you worry Sirius can feel the thumping of your heart under your skin. You breathe deeply to contain it and pretend he doesn’t know how nervous you are just from how warm you’ve gotten. “It was— it was okay.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t continue. His lips part and you shiver instead. He’s slow and gentle at first, though you suspect it’s only the beginning. The pressure builds and your neck feels warm.

“Sirius,” you gasp. He grunts into your neck.

His teeth graze your skin and your hands reach up to tug at his hair as rough as you can allow yourself to. You think how at the beginning of your relationship you would’ve had a flustered fit if you had your boyfriend this close to your neck. Now you’re pulling him closer.

He bites down gently and you get a little gaspy. Pawing at the soft material at his shirt. Sirius would continue if he had it in him. If he hears your little whimpers any longer he might implode. He grunts a pleased laugh and pulls back with a wet smack.

He leans on his elbow, bringing a hand up to your neck. Pressing his thumb into the damp spot, he coos.

“Pretty,” he says absentmindedly.

Your hands fly to your neck. “Is that gonna leave a spot?”

Sirius chuckles, smoothing over the bullied skin gently, “Yeah, lovely.”

You cover your warming face with your hands and nudge his leg with a socked foot. “Sirius,” you whine, “really?”

He leans down to pry your hands away, you let him, not too willingly you might add, when he puckers his lips for a kiss. “Yes, really,” he grins. “It’ll look good.”

“Everyone’ll see it.”

“That’s the whole point!” he snorts. You can’t look him in the face.

“Remus is gonna have a field day.”

-

Remus does have a field day. So does James.

“Y/N, lovely,” James gasps when they find you on Sirius’ couch later that night.

“James…” you murmur, confused.

“What is that?”

He points at your neck and you feign obliviousness. “What?”

“On your neck…” Remus supplies. Smarmy.

“Boys….” You hear Sirius warn. A low grumble from the kitchen.

“Oh, um—” You hide your warming face behind a cushion.

“You’ve been mauled!” James says when he gets closer.

“Should we call someone?” Remus adds. Both their eyes glisten with mirth as they eye each other over the sofa. You’d whack them both if you hadn’t sunk into the couch.

“Ambulance?” James gawks, “The police? Was it Sirius?”

Remus goes to poke it. You swat his hand away with a confidence you barely have. “Stop it! Leave me alone or I’ll kick you both out.”

James snorts as he throws himself into the seat next to you. “You get marked up once and you think you can throw us out of our best mate’s flat!”

Remus looks amused as he sits down as well. “Marked up? She’s been attacked.” You roll your eyes. The mark is tiny. Barely there. You’re surprised they can even see it under the lack of lighting in Sirius’s flat.

“Aw, do you want one too, Prongs?” Sirius teases, making grabby hands at James.

He stands from his seat. “Don’t touch me!”

“C’mere,” Sirius laughs.

“No!”

Sirius chases a roaring James around the house while you and Remus sit back and hold back bouts of laughter. You forget about the hickey almost immediately.

That is until later that night in bed with Sirius when he murmurs how you’re all his until he falls asleep.