#the marauders x reader

Tue, 04 Jan 2022 02:32:30

remus lupin headcannons:

☆

warnings: smoking (i’m sorry i can’t help myself i love writing about smoking but don’t really love doing it), smut, not proofread bc i refuse to for some reason, and i think that’s it?lemme know if i missed anything :)

read me: the use of “good girl” is used one time, she/her pronouns not implied tho <3

a/n: i love writing headcannons so much omg. they leave so much space for creativity and so easy to work with, anyway enjoy <33

this boy is such a tease
as innocent as our remmy may seem, he knows how to rile you up
from when he wears those crop tops he knows you like
or when he throws his head back
or runs his fingers through his hair
he knows what you like
you’re his and he makes sure you know
he’s sweet in sex, but when you disobey him, i’m sorry baby you’re in for hell
because as he says, “only good girls get to cum”
honestly i kinda feel like he’d want to maintain the sub/dom routine outside of the bedroom sometimes, especially when you’re feeling subby.
he knows you so well, he knows exactly how you’re feeling all the time
he loves when you put eyeliner on him, or paint his nails, it makes him feel pretty.
you kinda have a bad smoking problem, so remus tries his best to get you to stop
and honestly it’s worked
every now and then both of u smoke tho
he loves reading with you, or helps him find peace
you were on of the first people he told about him being a werewolf, in terror of you leaving him
he was suprised to find out you were nothing but supportive
he loves music, and he loves when you show him music
i feel like he likes the smiths (fuck morrissey tho)
he loves playing with your hair
and you with his
and speaking of love
he loves oral
i don’t think i’ll go into detail
but at the end of the day
he loves you more than anything
and he wants you to know it
and this is the writer ending this bc they don’t know what else to write
<3

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Tue, 20 Jul 2021 11:07:19

traitor | s.b.

not my gif!!!

SOUR masterlist

warnings: angst, break up, cussing, self harm, i wrote this based off of my experience with self harm. reader discretion advised.

not proofread cause booooriiiiinnggggg also moony write a happy fanfic challenge <//3

read me: guys, i’m so sorry for not writing in so long. god, days have really flown. i was in an intense writers block, but yesterday i saw an interesting stranger whom without a word spoken already had my heart. i really hope i see them again soon, it sucks and it hurts to not even know their name, it’s frustrating that i can’t do anything about it. they’re perfect, i hope we meet again soon. i wrote a song about them because i felt things too strong to keep inside. i’m glad i started writing again, i missed it. now, traitor, a sirius black story:

(lyrics in purple)

brown guilty eyes and little white lies

yeah, i played dumb but I always knew

that you’d talk to her,

maybe did even worse, i kept quiet so I could keep you

guilty eyes with unspoken words looking back at me, making me feel small and stupid for acting like i never knew.

you talked to her behind my back, at first i just thought it was your friend since you clearly had no trouble in making them, but i didn’t believe you did even worse.

of course, like a child in love for the first time, which was what i was at the time, kept quiet.

i couldn’t lose you.

and ain’t it funny

how you ran to her

the second that we called it quits?

isn’t it funny? how when i finally got the courage to confront you about it, it ended in a big fight, you blaming me for not trusting you.

when~~you~~we called it quits, the person who brought you comfort was her. not your friends, clearly not me, her.

and ain’t it funny

how you said you were friends?

now it sure as hell don’t look like it.

when i even thought about bringing it up, or stared too long, you said you were friends. yet every time i asked you how your day was, or what was on your mind, you brought her up.

the way you have your arm around her, or the loving look you have on your face when she’s around. i don’t blame you, how couldn’t you? her dark brown eyes, her smooth dark skin, her long fluffy hair, there was nothing not to love.

you betrayed me

and i know that you’ll never feel sorry

for the way i hurt

i wonder if you remember our promise, we would be together through thick and thin, together forever. that went to shit.

the way you love her will never make you feel sorry for all the restless nights i spent, or the cuts scattered on my thighs, the eye bags that became something normal for me to have. you never payed it any mind.

loved you at your worst

but that didn’t matter

when you needed someone, i was always there. dropped anything, important or not, so you could have a shoulder to cry on. did the impossible to make you feel alright.

but none of the mattered.

it took you two weeks

to go off and date her

guess you didn’t cheat

but you’re still a traitor

it only only took two weeks to hear everywhere how you were with her.

how much you loved her.

and almost nothing to see you guys attached to the hip, like we once were.

you didn’t cheat, you stayed there with me but in the end were never really present.

but you still betrayed me, told me cheap lies to which i was too in love to not believe.

now you bring her around

just to shut me down

show her off like she’s a new trophy

it’s like everywhere i go, you’re magically there, with her.

so many days ruined and nights spent crying because of your new trophy.

and i know if you were true

there’s no damn way that you

could fall in love with somebody that quickly

all the ‘i love you’s and ‘i’ll never leave you’ went to shit.

if you loved me as much as you told me the night you broke my heart, there’s no way or explanation on how you lover her so much. it’s been two weeks, sirius, two weeks.

ain’t it funny

all the twisted games

all the questions you used to avoid?

so all the “baby, she’s nobody” “don’t worry about it hun” “don’t say that” “i love you, not her” were all lies, love really blinded me and fucked me up this time.

“siri, who’s that girl you’re always hanging out with?”

“she’s nobody”

“oh”

“what’s her name?”

“it doesn’t matter y/n! i’m tired. i’m gonna sleep.”

really? she doesn’t seem like a nobody now.

remember i brought her up

and you told me i was paranoid

“y/n! you’re just paranoid. just because you’ve had shitty partners doesn’t mean i am. stop being paranoid, it’s annoying.” that hit low. he was so cruel weeks prior to the breakup, how didn’t i see it coming.

god, i wish that you had thought this through

before i went and fell in love with you

the red lines on my thigh appear from the night before. being just a reminder of how i can’t feel anything, my favorite things go unnoticed now. you broke me. i wish you had thought it through before you let me fall in love with you

don’t you dare forget about the way

you betrayed me

you really fucked me up. i let a bunch of things and red flags go “unnoticed”. I’ve tried my best to be as supportive for you.

one thing i promised myself because of the shred of dignity i have left, is how i swear to god i wont let you forget about how you betrayed me.

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a/n: i hope you guys find this story to your liking, it’s the first thing i’ve wrote in a while and i don’t know how to feel about it. if you could, please tell me what you thought about it. thank you :) -moony<3

SOUR masterlist|enough for you, part one

Mon, 19 Jul 2021 06:46:49

enough for you ll / r.l.

not my gif!!

warnings: angst, remus realizing things, not proof read.

(also a few t.A.T.u lyrics lol)

a/n: this ones kinda short bc there’s not rlly a lot of ways to end this lol, i’m sorry

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“loved you more than i’d ever loved myself. i gave up everything. but you seem to have loved her.”

is this really how they felt? fuck, i never meant to hurt them. i’ve looked everywhere, everywhere. even the special tree they went to when they had to think or just cry. i went to their dorm and there was nothing there. i lost them.

i mean, it’s almost the end of the year right? maybe they went home early? no, they wouldn’t. hogwarts has always been their escape, right??

all the things she said, running through my head, they’re running through my head. nothing comes up. i wish i could apologize.

*******************************************************

have i lost my mind? i always imagine them, imagine them walking around, i miss you y/n. please come back.

~~*time skip bc i don’t feel like writing abt his summer lol*~~

I’m at the train station. i broke up with my girlfriend because i just can’t bare the thought of y/n being upset. i’m gonna make things right. they’re my everything.

i saw a notebook fall in front of me, i picked it up and went to give it back to its owner. i was too wrapped up in my own thoughts that i didn’t even see a figure in front of me, talking to somebody.

“hey is this yours? it fell.”

they turn around, they look different. longer hair, and it had little purple streaks in it. it looked charming.

“y/n..” i saw them shift uncomfortably “oh, thanks.”

they started speed walking away and i tried to stop them, saying “y/n can we please talk? i want to apologize” “you don’t have to, i’m over it. have a good day remus” that tone was like a shot to the heart.

i spent months, months.trying to get them back. they moved on. there’s nothing i can do about it, i lost them.

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Mon, 05 Jul 2021 01:24:15

i have no clue how asks or submits work but if u want to request a one shot or something pls do i saw one person make like some type of reply on my blog but i’m not sure how they work lolll

Fri, 25 Jun 2021 15:19:56

enough for you | r.l.

not my gif!!!

SOURmasterlist|part two

warnings: angst, breakup, remus moving on, smoking,

(lyrics in purple)

i wore makeup when we dated

cause i thought you’d like me more

if i looked like the other prom queens

i know that you loved before

dear remus,

~~i still love you~~

my first love, the boy i would’ve given the sun and moon for, you’re sitting there with your arms wrapped around your new girl. while your friends laughed at one of your lame jokes you took the chance to place a kiss in the girls’ beautiful blonde hair.

it made me think think of all of the times i went out of my way to put on makeup before seeing you, or changing my style in clothes just to make it more like likable for you. i should’ve known, knowing all of the prom queen worthy girls you had wrapped around your fingers in the past, you could have anyone you want.

and i knew how you took your coffee

and your favorite songs by heart

i read all of your self-help books

so you’d think that i was smart

stupid, emotional, obsessive, little me

i knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave

and all of the times i went out of my way to pick up some coffee for you, black with one sugar, everyday. i knew that order like the back of my hands.

i learned your favorite songs on the guitar just to impress you, i went out of my way to listen to all of the artist you liked just so you’d like me more.

i read all the books you liked so we had something to talk about. i made notes on them and lost sleep just so i could keep up with you.

you found someone better, and you left. i always knew it would happen but it was a surprise it happened so soon.

you found someone more exciting

the next second, you were gone

and you left me there cryin’, wonderin’ what I did wrong

and you always say i’m never satisfied

but i don’t think that’s true

‘cause all i ever wanted was to be enough for you

she’s so much more talented and prettier than me, no flaws, pretty green eyes, kindness, so talented, i couldn’t compete.

couldn’t you even tell me what i did wrong? was it too much to ask for a reason you decided to leave? and my best friend?

the two people i loved and trusted most stabbed me in the back.

all i ever wanted was to be enough for you. i quit smoking and tried my best to make you happy and not make you regret being with me. i just wanted to make you happy, that’s all.

and maybe i’m just not as interesting

as the girls you had before

but god, you couldn’t have cared less

about someone who loved you more

were your standards too high? or was i just not enough?

i remember when you helped me quit smoking, it made me realize you cared. now i’m smoking more than ever. i feel so alone.

~~come back to me.~~

now i don’t want your sympathy

i just want myself back

when you saw me smoking and crying you held me and told me to stop, i don’t want your sympathy. if you decided to leave me at my worst then that’s on you.

what hurts most is that i know i’m never getting myself back. and it’s all because of you.

don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?

don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

don’t you think it’s shitty that you left the person that loved you most in the world for someone who you talked to once or twice before?

i loved you more than i’d ever loved myself. i gave up everything. but you seem to have loved her.

-~~yours forever~~ , y/n

i left the note on his doorstep and left,

i left everything behind.

my family, my friends, remus.

i cant live like this anymore.

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enough for you-remus lupin

Wed, 23 Jun 2021 17:48:30

SOURmasterlist:

not my gif!

(marauders)

brutal- james potter

traitor-sirius black

drivers silence (au)- remus lupin

1 step forward, 3 steps back- james potter

deja vu- remus lupin

good 4 u- sirius black

happier (au)- remus lupin

jealousy, jealousy- sirius black

favorite crime- james potter

hope ur ok- remus lupin

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Wed, 23 Jun 2021 02:46:49

Words of Resolution

Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader (Lily makes a cameo)

Warnings:Poly! relationship. Language. Injury. Mentions of violence.

A/N: This is a part two to this fic !

Word Count: 6.0k (It’s long - I’m sorry)

“Do you think she’ll forgive us?”

Sirius and James had shuffled behind Professor McGonagall across the castle to Dumbledore’s office. They had hung their heads low, and kept their eyes on their shoes to avoid getting a sense of what kind of trouble they were in. Based on the way McGonagall had spoken to them, and the way she had practically dragged them out of The Great Hall by their collars – they already had a pretty good idea. Professor Slughorn had assisted in getting Sirius’ victim up to the hospital wing to see Madam Pomfrey, because the boy could hardly even stand on his own two feet.

McGonagall sat Sirius and James down in Dumbledore’s office, threatening them with an even heavier punishment if they tried to escape before Dumbledore could get there. James and Sirius sat in silence while they waited. The incident replayed over and over in their minds as their adrenaline and initial fury began to fizzle out. The longer they sat and pondered, the more worried they became. The punishment that was inevitably coming was nothing compared to the guilt that they felt. The nauseating remorse was punishment enough for what they had done. No, they weren’t guilty for what they had done – rather they were guilty for the effects of what they had done.

Specifically, how it had affected you.

“Did you see the look on her face?” Sirius asked quietly to his friend that was sitting right next to him.

Sirius was beginning to feel really terrible. The stinging pain in his battered nose was nothing compared to the ache of culpability that he felt in his chest. He knew that he had messed up. He had messed up really, really bad.

“Yeah….” James replied simply. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

James was disappointed in himself. James knew that he could be hotheaded. James knew that Sirius could be that way too. When both of them got revved up and angry at the same time, in most cases, James was usually more likely to calm down before things escalated – and most times Sirius could calm down too as long as James didn’t completely let his emotions bubble over. James had let himself get out of control, and part of him thought that he could’ve aided the situation if he had kept his composure.

“Me either. If that fucking bastard had kept his mouth shut then I wouldn’t have even….” Sirius trailed off from his original thought, because he knew that making excuses wouldn’t help his case. “This is my fault, Prongs. I knew better than to let it get to me like that. I didn’t mean to get you involved.”

James shook his head, cradling and gingerly massaging at the soreness in his knuckles. His hands were mild compared to Sirius – his hands were torn, shredded, and busted to hell.

“You’re not responsible for the way I reacted. My actions were on me,” James dismissed. “It’s times like this that remind me how much better Remus handles stuff.”

Sirius and James shared a light chuckle, a laugh that was more for breaking the tension more than anything else. Their amusement didn’t last long, because the moment that Dumbledore’s entrance was made, they were right back to cowering in their seats.

As predicted, James and Sirius were seriously scolded for what happened – although, Dumbledore’s discipline was much mellower than Professor McGonagall’s. Dumbledore had cut them some slack before, but those instances had always been much less severe. It seemed that Sirius Black and James Potter’s luck had finally run out, because they were sentenced to Friday afternoon/evening detention for the rest of the term as well as hand-written, lengthy apologies. Despite the grueling tedious and two and a half month punishment, the boys had honestly been expecting much worse. To be honest, James and Sirius were notorious for being able to get out of pre-established sentences, so they didn’t sweat it much. Besides, the punishment was the absolute last of their worries.

They left Dumbledore’s office in a hurry, hardly seeing the need to stick around for any longer than necessary. It was fairly late by the time they were finished, nearing around 9’o o'clock or so. The Great Hall was long cleared out, and mostly all of the students had returned to their House towers for the evening. There were a few stragglers here and there as the boys traversed the corridors together to get back to their dorm, but none of them were anyone they were interested in seeing.

“How’s your hand, mate?” James questioned when he noticed that Sirius was cradling his hand that had taken more damage than the other. “We can swing by Pomfrey’s if-”

“No. I can get fixed up in the morning,” Sirius denied. “I want to talk to her first.”

Sirius was determined to get this resolved before it had time to sit too long. Sirius was beginning to think that his whole “do now, ask for forgiveness later” motto might’ve been in poor taste. He needed to explain himself before you had enough time to think on it to get the wrong idea.

Sirius was taking this harder than James was. It was understandable, considering that Sirius had started it. Sirius genuinely and truly had been working on himself. Sirius had been trying to understand his emotions and his short temper better. He had been trying to practice patience and improve his communication skills. In the last few years, Sirius had learned and saw firsthand how his ego could hurt those around him. For the most part, Sirius had improved on all cylinders – but every now and then, he’d slip up far worse than anything he had ever done previously.

Sirius could only imagine you right now. Sirius had undoubtedly made a horrible day even worse. He saw you reduced to a puddle of tears and a chorus of sobs, clinging to Remus for consolation – wailing and blubbering about how much you hated Sirius for being so quick to react in unacceptable ways. That thought alone caused a hot rise in Sirius’ throat. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he was the reason that you ever came to detest him or either of the other two.

It frightened him as well, because that part of himself was something that was hard for him to control.

“Are you sure? To be honest, you really look like shit.” James asked again, continuing to walk alongside Sirius.

Sirius didn’t even have a snarky remark for that. If Sirius looked even an ounce as he felt, then he was sure that James’ statement was true. A bloodied nose and battered face and hands wasn’t a good look for Sirius – no matter how good the glory of a violent victory felt.

“I’m sure. I’ll deal with it later.” Sirius confirmed, and James didn’t ask again.

By the time they reached the dorm, anxiety had done its job of making them both a spiral of nerves. James felt like he was going to be sick, because he truthfully didn’t have even an inkling of what he was going to say. What could either of them say? They had shown a less than pleasant performance, and had gone against your wishes in a way that was far worse than anything you could’ve imagined. They had messed up, and they knew it.

Sirius and James were slow as they entered, peeking their heads around the door rather than entering fully. Sirius’ mental image wasn’t met when they caught the first glance of the inside of their dorm. You weren’t wrapped around Remus in a desperate manner. There were no sounds of crying or obvious upset. The only inhabitant of the room was Remus, who was standing at the circular mirror on the wall. He examined his face, peering at his right cheek that had been struck from a stray punch during the scuffle. Compared to Sirius, it was nothing more than a scratch.

“Where is she?” James asked, not wasting any time getting to the point.

Remus sighed, shaking his head and turning from the wall to look at them.

“I don’t know.” Remus admitted.

Sirius’ stomach sank to his feet and bounced back up into his throat. If you weren’t here, then there was no telling where you had run off to.

“You don’t know?” Sirius questioned. “How do you not know where she is?”

“Well after you two decided to beat that guy to a pulp, I was pulled aside for questioning on your behalves….since McGonagall had you two tied up with Dumbledore, I had to do all the explanations everywhere else,” Remus revealed. “She was gone before I could go after her.”

“Do you have any idea where she is?” Sirius asked next in hopes of Remus maybe having an idea of where you could’ve gone.

“She’s probably with Lily and Marlene. They went looking for her when I got caught up.” Remus answered, his arms crossing over his chest.

James piped up this time. His jitters were so strong that he couldn’t even stand still.

“They’re probably in their dormitory.” James announced, looking at Sirius as if to communicate with him that they needed to go.

Remus caught the look, and stopped them before either of them could even take a step.

“I wouldn’t do that. She’s upset enough as it is. It might be best to let this sit until morning.” Remus advised, and Sirius disagreed.

“Remus, we can’t wait that long.” Sirius argued, his voice weighty and determined.

“Might I remind you that she is not happy with either of you right now,” Remus fired back. “Let it go for tonight. We’ll settle it in the morning.”

Remus had a point, but they really wished that he had been wrong for once. If nothing else, it would give them a little more time to think about what they were going to say.

“It’ll be fine, mate. Just give her some time,” Remus approached them, clapping his hands on each of their shoulders. “Come on. Go get yourselves cleaned up.”

James managed to get washed up much more quickly than Sirius. That wasn’t surprising, considering that Sirius had taken a worse beating than James had. James chatted and talked about anything that he could to anyone that was listening. James talked when he was nervous – the running of his mouth distracted him. James was cleaned and fixed up in about ten minutes, and he looked significantly better. While he looked better, he surely didn’t feel any better. He crawled into his bed once he was washed up, preparing for a sleepless night and several hours of tossing and turning. James could never sleep when he had an anxious mind, and it happened more often than most people would’ve thought.

Remus had gone to bed shortly after James, leaving Sirius to his lonesome to tend to his injuries. Sirius stood at the sink in the washroom, looking at himself in the mirror as he carefully wiped at the dried blood under his nose and around his mouth. As the blood remoistened, it dripped down his chin and soaked into the rag that he was using to get clean. He rinsed the rag out into the sink, watching the pink-stained water flood down the drain in almost an instant. His knuckles hurt the most, and his eyes involuntarily filled with tears when he cleaned them under the stream of water. He winced a few times at the tender, stinging flesh on his upper lip that was painfully sensitive when he touched it. It probably needed stitches, but Sirius didn’t feel much like getting it taken care of.

He couldn’t get you out of his head. Every passing thought was related to you. Your quiet plea to leave the situation alone replayed over and over in his head, like a record needle stuck on the same groove. He couldn’t get the image of your tearful eyes, the same ones that were usually so full of adoration and love, looking at him with horror and disappointment. That was the hardest part of this whole thing for him. He could get over you being mad or you being annoyed with him – those were things that he could come to terms with. But the thought of you being disappointed in him, the mere idea of you having any kind of displeasure for him absolutely killed him. He only had himself to blame for that, and blaming himself is exactly what he was doing.

He glared at his reflection that stared back at him. His swollen eye and busted lip were prevalent, and they were a sight to see. The throbbing in his eye and the heat coming off of it practically unnoticeable compared to the anger that he felt in his heart for himself. He found himself lost in his own eyes, drowning in the pools of gray that he was picking apart every aspect of.

Sirius had messed up so many times, and each time felt worse than the last. He wanted to be a good person. He wanted to be the best man that he could be for you, the boys, and himself – but it seemed that the more time that went by, the more that Sirius realized that he’d never be the man that he wanted to be. Sirius would admit that he regretted more of himself than he praised.

It was moments like this that reminded Sirius Black of the hate that he harbored for himself. Sirius was critical of himself. He could easily write himself off and present himself as a “go with the flow” or a “it is what it is” kind of guy. For the most part, that was what he did. He had painted this picture of himself and constructed this facade for others to view him as confident and sure with everything. That was one of the endless things that he admired about you – you had always been able to see straight through his false image.

He didn’t see anything good when he looked deeper into himself. He saw a hateful, spiteful, and dishonorable man that wasn’t worth the time of day and that didn’t deserve the warm drink of your love that you overfilled his cup with over and over again. Sirius knew that he didn’t show it enough, and he knew damn well that he didn’t say it enough – you meant absolutely everything to him. Sirius couldn’t put it into words, and oftentimes he had a hard time revealing it in his actions. Sirius couldn’t understand how he could love someone so much when his heart was so full of resentment. And the part that he really didn’t understand was how someone with such a pure, loving heart such as you could even spare someone like him a passing glance. You shouldn’t have given him anything. Sirius found guilt within himself that you loved someone like him. You deserved someone better – someone who wasn’t like him.

You were every flower in a summer field on a hot July day. You were the peaceful rainbow after every raging rainstorm. You were the calculated answer to all of his burning questions. In a black night sky full of glittering, dancing stars – you were every single one. After all of Sirius’ wrongs that seemed to outweigh the rights, he hoped and he prayed that he would be even a single being in your universe.

****

As predicted, neither James nor Sirius slept any real amount. They rolled and shifted in their beds all night trying to get comfortable enough to get some sleep – but they couldn’t find a position that slowed their racing minds. For a Saturday morning, they were up and going much earlier than usual. Sirius’ head perked up from his pillow when he heard James’ feet hit the floor, his good eye squinting to peer at him in the morning light. James noticed his stare, and grimaced at how Sirius’ appearance had changed overnight. His eye had swelled and turned a gnarly shade of black and blue, and his lip was red and irritated.

“Did you sleep?” James asked, his voice groggy with exhaustion.

“No.” Sirius replied as he watched James sluggishly pull a t-shirt over his shirtless frame.

“Me either,” James remarked. “Where’s Moony?”

Sirius’ sat up on his elbows to look over at Remus’ bed, and he was surprised to see that the bed was neatly made and arranged as it always was whenever he was out for the day. His Gryffindor robes were draped over his trunk that was stationed at the end of the bed, which was an indicator that he’d be back soon.

“He probably went to get breakfast,” Sirius guessed, groaning at the screaming soreness in his muscles when he sat up completely. “I hurt so bad.”

“I don’t doubt it.” James came to the side of Sirius’ bed, offering a hand to get him on his feet.

Truthfully, Sirius didn’t hurt as badly once he was up and moving around. He slowly dressed himself and was careful not to accidentally aggravate his hand or his face. He felt like he had been hit by a train, and he was sure that he didn’t look much better. James and Sirius dragged themselves silently around as they got ready, not bothering to look overly presentable for a regular Saturday. Their movements were laggy and tortuous as they maneuvered around, because they both hurt something awful. James was positioned on the end of his bed, his left foot cautiously propped on his right thigh as he tied the laces on his shoes. His mind hadn’t stopped reeling for well over twelve hours now, and the longer it went unresolved, the worse that it got.

“Hey, Pads?” James called, only continuing once he had Sirius’ attention. “Do you think she’ll forgive us?”

Sirius didn’t have a chance to answer, and he was thankful that he didn’t have to. The door to their dormitory opened, and Remus entered with smuggled food balanced in his hands. He had wrapped up some easy breakfast to-go items for the other two, because he figured that they didn’t feel up to sitting down for a meal.

“Hey, Moony.” Sirius greeted casually.

“Hey. I brought you two some breakfast,” He announced, splitting the pile evenly between the two of them. “I figured you were hungry.”

They were starving, considering their dinner was cut short the night before. James needed some nutritional energy to hopefully settle his nerves, his fingers working diligently to peel the skin off of the banana in his hand. As hungry as Sirius was, he was positive that he wouldn’t be able to hold anything down long enough to sustain him with any real nourishment. Sirius’ was visibly troubled as he looked at Remus with a look of expectation. Sirius had waited, and he had waited long enough.

“I talked to Lily,” Remus began. “She said that everything is fine.”

James spoke through bites of banana, his voice muffled as he made an attempt to talk.

“How is she?” James asked, referring to your current state.

“Lils said she’s on and off….and still not happy with any of us,” Remus recalled the information that Lily had shared with him. “But more so with you two.”

“What is she mad at you for?” Sirius’ question fell from his mouth before he had any real time to think about the answer.

“I think she’s upset with all of us for getting involved one way or another,” Remus remarked, and it hurt his heart just as much as the other two to know you were dissatisfied with him. “Once you two finish eating we can go.”

James suddenly finished the last of his curved fruit in one big bite, forgetting about the rest of his wrapped goodies until later.

“Let’s go now.” He gargled through chewing, tying his other shoe quickly and rising to his feet.

Sirius wanted to get this over with. Not because he was dreading it or wanted to get it resolved the easiest, quickest way – but because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle the guilt. It was miserably slow as it ate away at him, and he needed to get his sincere apology heard. The boys regrouped with one another and left their dorm, preparing for whatever kind of reaction they were going to get from you. They were quiet as they walked down the boys’ staircase and up the girls’.. There really wasn’t much that could be said, because at this point it had all pretty much been said. Sirius let out a shuddering exhale when your door came into view as they turned a corner. Remus heard his noise of stress, and took a moment to reassure both him and James.

“Take it easy, mate,” Remus smiled at his two best pals. “It’ll all be fine.”

They sure hoped that Remus was right, because if it wasn’t going to be fine – then they had no idea what they were going to do.

Remus took the lead on this. His light knocks on the large wooden door were dulcet in an attempt to avoid making too much noise. It was still fairly early, and most of the inhabitants of the Gryffindor tower were still sleeping. The last thing Remus wanted was to wake anybody up and cause another kind of stir.

James and Sirius shifted on their feet from where they stood behind Sirius. Their fidgeting from the heightened anxiety wasn’t even worth hiding, and hiding it honestly made it worse. Sirius’ heart skipped a couple of beats when the knob turned to open the door from the inside. Lily was the one who appeared in the now open doorway, her emerald eyes looking at the three of them standing together. Lily didn’t bother with a greeting, because none of them were there to see her.

“She’s in bed. She won’t get up,” Lily stated, keeping her voice hushed. “Just….try not to upset her any more.”

Lily was tired. She and Marlene had been up most of the night trying to console you the best that they could. With a little time and patience, they had managed to get you calmed down enough to get some sleep. They weren’t sure how restful it was, but at least it gave you some kind of break.

Remus nodded at her request, taking glacial steps inside when Lily stepped aside to allow them in. Marlene was gone for the morning, and Lily was going to follow suit once you were aware that they were there for you. You were curled up on your mattress, half underneath the sheets with your back towards the door. Lily moved to the side of the bed that you were facing, signaling for the boys to wait for a few moments.

“Hey….” Lily tilted her head as she looked down at you. “The boys are here.”

Lily had honestly expected you to start crying again when your eyes flickered up to hers. They were glassed over with remnants of tears, but the tears didn’t fall.

“They want to talk to you. Will you speak with them?” Lily questioned in her lightest, sweetest tone. Lily glanced up for a moment at Sirius, who was so pale that he looked ghostly. “I think Sirius could use a hug.”

James felt his halfway breakfast churning in his stomach. Now he had wished that he had decided to brave this on an empty stomach. When you sat up from your balled up position, they straightened up and stood a bit taller to look more confident in their presence. Lily smiled at you, and told you that she was going to be heading out for a little while. Once Lily was gone, it was just the four of you in the quiet room. They were frozen still until you looked over first.

Your gaze landed on Sirius first, and you couldn’t help the look of shock and alarm on your expression at his tyrannized face and abused hands. You hadn’t expected him to look so bruised and roughed up.

“Hey there, bunny.” Remus said first, approaching you cautiously.

He sat on the free space on the side of the bed, and Sirius and James didn’t know what to do other than to copy Remus’ motions.

“Hi, puppy.” Sirius greeted as neutrally as he could.

He was nervous, and it was a visible tell.

“Hey, angel.” James offered a small smile.

James was even more nervous, the slight shake in his hands giving it away.

“Hi.” You squeaked, and all three of them immediately felt the tiniest bit of relief.

This felt more standard. The three of them huddled around you in whatever open space they could get comfortable in on the small Hogwarts’ beds. The context of the conversation wasn’t ideal, but at least the familiarity of the positioning offered some delay in the tense atmosphere. The beats of silence that passed weren’t awkward, but rather hesitant. Everything that James and Sirius had come up with to say had vanished into the abyss of their subconscious. They were flying blind now, and whatever they were going to say was going to be whatever they could come up with.

“You look tired.” You spoke feebly, looking at James with the intentions of your words.

James was the most tired of all three of the boys. You weren’t wrong that it showed on his face, and he hoped that this would be settled well enough so that he could sleep the rest of the day.

“Oh, I’m a little tired,” James replied. “Just worried about you.”

The edge of the sheet over your lap was in your hands as you fiddled with it. The fact that all three of them were nervous on different levels made you nervous. Sirius was sitting at the foot of the bed, dragging his fingertips back and forth across the soft material of your blanket. He was doing it as a sensory distraction, and he hoped that it would relax him enough so that he could actually come up with something to say.

“We’ve all been worried about you,” Remus added. “You were very upset last night.”

There was a beat. A silence. And then a response.

“I asked you not to say anything.” You mumbled, toying with the sheet as you avoided any and all eye contact.

None of them knew who exactly you were referring to, but the burning ditch that opened up in Sirius’ gut gave him a pretty good idea. Despite his initial aggravation, Remus knew that neither Sirius nor James had acted the way that they had with the intent of disquieting you. He knew his friends inside and out, and he knew how they felt about you. No price was too big for the sake of defending you. Remus was pretty sure that you knew that as well, but he also understood where you found discomfort with the fact that they had acted that way after you had asked them not to.

“They were saying bad things about you, lovely. We couldn’t just let them say that.” James continued as charily as he possibly could.

He wasn’t trying to argue. He just wanted to explain the situation as coherently as he could.

“I deserved it,” You replied back. “I was stupid during Potions yesterday.”

“You weren’t stupid, and that doesn’t excuse what he said, princess. Never, ever should anyone talk about you like that.” Remus backed James up.

Sirius was silent. There weren’t any words coming to or from his brain. He was so embarrassed and ashamed of himself that he didn’t even know how to articulate anything. All he could do was listen and watch the best that his frazzled mind possibly could. He was so indignant with himself and so dispirited that he didn’t blame you for not accepting his apology.

“You didn’t have to be so….violent.” You muttered, and now the shared spotlight was shining on James and Sirius.

Neither of them really had much of a good explanation for why that was their best resolution to the problem. They could go on about how they could be hot headed and short-tempered….but that wasn’t one of those arguments that would hold up very well. Sirius felt a fiery balloon swelling in his throat – when that balloon popped, the waterworks were going to come with it.

James was handling this much better than Sirius and Remus had expected. He was still very obviously nervous, but he was doing a nice job of communicating his thoughts and feelings.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, my love….well, I was but it wasn’t for a reason that I didn’t find important to me,” James vindicated. “I care about you and I love you. At the time, that was how I wanted to handle it.”

You didn’t like that answer. The shake of your head and the abrupt sob that escaped your chest let James know that was not a response that you wanted to hear, even if it was the truth. The tears leaked from your eyes and spilled down your cheeks like raindrops racing on a clear glass window.

“But I don’t want you to handle things like that!” You wailed. “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me and I don’t want you to hurt anyone!”

James felt a pang of remorse for setting you off again, but if it meant getting his point and apology across – then he supposed it was best. Remus noticed something odd in this quick couple of passing seconds. Your tears were notably genuine and you were clearly distressed….but your tears and your reaction seemed to be more of a panic response than anything else.

“Take a breath, bunny. He’s not trying to upset you,” Remus mediated, moving to sit behind you so you could cuddle up against him. Remus rocked you in response to your choked up cries. “What about this has you shaken up so badly?”

“It-It’s just….I didn’t-” You hiccuped. “Sirius was just so mean.”

The balloon in Sirius’ throat exploded at those words. The tears pooled in his eyes and it took everything he had to hold them back. Remus and James felt sympathetic for Sirius, because they knew that what you had said didn’t help how hard he was undoubtedly being on himself. Sirius’ lips parted as if he was going to say something, but the words still didn’t come. Sirius’ lower lip wobbled as he strained to keep the flooding tears from making their escape. There probably wasn’t anything that he could say to make you think of him the same way again.

“I think you’re being a little unfair to Pads, bunny.” Remus admitted.

“He feels really, really bad about all of this.” James piped up.

Remus used his sleeve to wipe away your tears, hoping it would help compose yourself better.

“I was so scared that he was going to get hurt and then it’d be my fault,” You blubbered on. “I didn’t want Siri to get hurt.”

Even after all of this, Sirius’ wellbeing had been the root of most of your concern. Sirius felt like such a jerk. He had done just about everything you had asked him not to do and you still were more worried about him. This was one of those things that Sirius knew to be true about how you felt about him.

Remus cast Sirius a glance, and it stung his heart to see one of his best pals nearly reduced to tears. Sirius didn’t get worked up in this kind of way often – and it took a lot to get him so rattled.

“Siri isn’t badly hurt, darling. And Siri and Jamesie both love you very much,” Remus professed you. “I know that it wasn’t the best decision, but it only happened because we all love you.”

“We love you so very much. It won’t happen again.” James assured you.

Sirius needed to speak. He used whatever brain power he had left to come up with something. A phrase, a word, a noise, absolutely anything that he could. He didn’t care what he came up with, just as long as he didn’t let this moment get away without him asking for forgiveness. If he had to fall to his knees and bawl into your lap and gasp for air between every snivel to show his remorse then so be it.

But that didn’t happen. His shoulder began to quake with the vibrating weep that was so close to expelling from his chest. It wasn’t until your eyes met his, the same dazzling ones that he found so much faith and comfort in, that he let it all go.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius cracked, and he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore.

It felt like such a sore apology. After all he had done and said to lead up to this point, “I’m sorry” just didn’t seem that it was even nearly enough. There were millions of more things that he could’ve and probably should’ve said – but that two word infamous phrase was all he could murmur. But as always, you could see Sirius for who he really was. Now was not an exception to the way that you could flawlessly read Sirius without error or misunderstanding. Despite the simplicity of his words, you felt the weight behind them. You heard the sorrow and the contrition in his voice as he said it. You saw the pleading and the silent beg for forgiveness behind his pupils. Maybe on the surface it wasn’t much, and perhaps to anybody else it would’ve been a shitty apology.

But to you, it was a sincere, love wrapped Sirius Black apology.

You sniffed when you crawled away from Remus, maneuvering the short distance between you. Sirius was stunned at first when you wrapped your limbs around him desperately, but he returned it with grace and another sob of contentedness. Sirius buried his nose into your hair, not caring that it irritated and hurt the tender area. That hug was the best embrace that he had ever been given. It spoke so loud and had so many volumes.

Remus and James shared an alleviating glance. The amnesty was a relief, and while there was some work to be done to get fully back to normal – it was a work that was unquestioned because of its rewarding nature.

“I love you. So so so much.” Sirius cradled your face in his slender, torn hands.

“I love you, Siri.” You replied, turning somewhat to address the other two. “Remy and Jamesie too.”

With that, the four of you fell into a big cuddle pile as the three of them peppered you with kisses and showered you with affection. There was a peaceful, serene vibe in the air – one that was much more welcomed than the tense one from before. Again, there was some progress to be made and some more conversations to be had, but for now the biggest hurdle had been cleared with ease. It was a straight sprint the rest of the way, and with no obstacles in sight – the end goal seemed like a breeze.

This was a major development moment for the four of you. None of you were perfect, and sometimes it took the hard way to learn from each other’s mistakes. This was not a mistake that Sirius or James would make again, and that was a solid fact.

Sirius and James had a basket of things to learn from this experience. It was a lesson learned and it motivated them to be much more cool and calm if something like this ever happened again. Once again, Sirius had been forgiven and given yet another chance.

Was it a chance that he deserved? He didn’t think so. However, it was one that he was grateful for nonetheless.

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Sat, 09 Apr 2022 14:28:38

(Remus Lupin x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Requested by:Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom:Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘Remus lupin x fem reader where she just had a bad day and everything hurts and just wants comfort’

Thank you so much for requesting. Please, do say if you want any changes. I tried to get forward the bad day, and there is comfort at the end, do not worry, and it is all Remus content.

Warnings:Swearing.

Words:1.3K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.:)

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“Hi,” Remus grins down to her, swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.

It is currently lunch in the Great Hall, and per his friends’ harassment, he has finally gathered up the courage to come and speak to her. She does not look up, but he notices her lips curling upwards into a smile, well as much as he can see as she is looking down to her meal.

“Hey.”

His cheeks instantly flush, his palms beginning to sweat, and he halts his movements to stand still, “how are you?”

She turns to him and smiles, although it does not meet her eyes, making his own falter, “still recovering from that prank you pulled this morning,” she jokes.

He curses his friends at that moment, and it takes all his power to not turn and glare at Sirius. Flashing an awkward smile, he straightens his tie, looking down at her, before speaking, “yes. Sorry about that, it wasn’t for you, it was for -”

“Mulciber?” She asks, quirking her head to the side, her smile finally meeting her eyes. His smile falters for a second, his flush spreading to his neck as his fingers struggle and fumble to now fit in his pockets. Instead, he decides to nod. She mirrors his actions, fingers still curled around the cutlery on her plate. “I heard about what happened to Mary,” she bites her lip in thought, and for a second, Remus truly believes he has gone to heaven; she is so cute, “I feel awful. Have you spoken to her recently?”

Remus shakes his head, furious at the future death eater for attacking his housemate, “no, we only really talk to each other.”

(Y/n) raises a hand to her mouth, covering her obvious laughter, “I wouldn’t say I’m surprised if I take into account my treatment this morning.”

“Hey!” He laughs, shoulders relaxing, “It was Sirius! Plus, I thought you would have been madder about your essay.” He is only joking, but it only reminds (Y/n) of her day, making her frown and her brows furrow.

She fakes him a smile, hands running down to smooth out her school skirt, “I was until you lot ruined my school uniform, and I had to leave Herbology and go all the way back to the common room to change.” She does not mean to appear rude, and upon his frown, she apologises immediately.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face to ease her tension, “no, you’re right. We should be more careful with who we prank, make sure it’s the right person.”

(Y/n) gasps, placing a hand on her chest as she fights back her grin, “do my ears deceive me or did Remus Lupin just mention consequences? And being careful?” She gasps again.

He shakes his head, failing to bite back his own grin, “I have you know we always are.”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, sorrows of the day forgotten, “of course you are, my bad.”

Mustering all his confidence, he slides into the empty gap on her right, feet still facing the aisle. She holds her breath at their proximity. Not only can she smell his aftershave - which is ever so lovely - but his knees are an inch from her. Shoulders tense, she lets out a giggle, reaching up to straighten the collar of her school blouse and to tuck in her cardigan.

He doesn’t notice, more focused on their proximity too; he can smell her perfume and almost count all her freckles.

Their eyes meet, and both are left on edge, “ask our countless victims; we always make sure to get them.” It comes more out as an utter as both subconsciously begin to lean in.

“GET SOME MOONY!” Sirius shouts from where he sits, fists pumping the air. Peter looks at him in glee whilst James attempts to hide his own smirk.

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Sirius’ 'joke’ only worsened poor (Y/n’s) mood. Everything is going wrong today. First, her alarm clock did not wake her up, so she missed breakfast, then Remus’ stupid friends pull a dumb practical joke which made her miss the homework announcement, and then her essay somehow blew out of her hands when walking from Herbology to Transfiguration and landed on The Black Lake, getting it very wet - as you can imagine. The rest of the day did not get much better, with Sirius’ comment and the teasing that followed from basically the entire school. Of course, Remus did not get much backlash. Stupid Remus. Then, in the last period, she blew up her potion. Like an imbecile!

(Y/n) sighs, shutting her eyes as she sits on the wall in the courtyard, back facing the fountain. It wasn’t Remus’ fault as much as it was her own. To think she almost kissed him in front of the Great Hall, and that would have been embarrassing - for being caught, not kissing him specifically.

Her eyes remain shut as a person comes and sits to her left; she knows it’s Remus from his aftershave. She hears him drop his Backpack next to her Satchel. His robes are against her thigh, and her cheeks flush.

“(Y/n), I am so -”

“Ow!” Her eyes shoot open, hand going to her knee, which Remus had knocked when attempting to turn and face her.

“Shit!” Remus jumps up, eyes darting up and down her leg, looking for an injury. “I am so sorry. Bugger!” His eyes are wide and, he looks so panicked, that (Y/n) can’t help but smile.

“Remus, it’s okay,” she smiles up to him, patting his previous seat next to her. His brows furrow, but he does as she asks, uttering several more apologies, as well as profanities. “Everything hurts today,” she sighs.

She had knocked her knee when tripping over during the prank, her eyesight having been clouded, but she did not want to upset him.

He continues to frown, “is there anything that I could do?”

“Not really, I just -”

Sudden warmth envelopes her as she tilts forward, and it takes her a second to realise Remus has pulled her into a hug. “Is this okay?” He whispers, fearing his voice may crack or sound strained.

She smiles, eyes fluttering shut, and she wraps her arms around him, “perfect.”

Remus is a great hugger, and this must be one of the best hugs (Y/n) has had this entire school year, mostly because she hasn’t been able to go home, and it is also the Remus Lupin.

For a few minutes, they sit there, both enjoying the simplicity of this action and finally getting what they need. “I am sorry,” he whispers, “about that prank and your essay.”

“And I missed breakfast,” she whispers, tightening her hold.

“And you missed breakfast,” his voice wavers as he tries not to laugh, eyes still shut.

“It’s not funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not funny, sorry,” they both laugh, “although your potion was quite entertaining, I think it took Sirius’ eyebrows off.”

(Y/n) laughs, properly and loudly for the first time that day, and Remus finds himself looking down at her, his heart thumping and a grin forming on his face.

“He deserved it,” she mumbles into his chest. Remus glances around, relieved to see that no one else is in the courtyard, and he begins to rub circles with his thumb on her back.

“That he did.”

“Is it okay if I keep hugging you?” You wouldn’t believe it, but the two have been friends for years, Remus only just realised his feelings, which is why he was so embarrassing.

“Always.”

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Yeah, fuck you Snivellus, I’m going to steal your line - Moony

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Tue, 01 Feb 2022 16:32:35

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #regulus black x female reader #harry potter imagine #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader

Part One

Requested by: Second Part to the Anon request and thank you to @regulusblackswhorecrux for motivating me to write it again. :)

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘ Would you ever write a part 2 to the regulus soulmate fic u write a while ago? ‘

Warnings: Rude looks, snide comments, confusion.

Words: 1.2K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.

I have an idea for the third chapter that involves a good bit of snogging.

Thank you.

Taglist:

@regulusblackswhorecrux

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(Y/n) shoots up, not harming Madame Pomfrey but still causing her to take a few steps back in shock. “Miss (L/n), you must control yourself. Calm down.” The Matron’s own eyes are wide as she fumbles to flatten down her apron. Thankfully for the girl, her injury is not as bad as her soulmates, which means she can leave.

Her actions are quick as she takes a step forward and pulls away the curtain separating her from her soulmate.

Although she does not wish to acknowledge this, let alone confront him, she cannot deny the sting in her heart at the sight in front of her.

Regulus was making no haste in exiting the Hospital Wing, stumbling over his Quidditch bag that his teammates brought in. Common sense suddenly hits him as he places the strap of his bag on his shoulder, still clutching his injured arm to his chest.

Madame Pomfrey steps out, spreading the rest of the curtains, a gleam in her eyes, “oh, this is absolutely wonderful news, oh how I can’t believe that you have found your soulmates so young - Mister Black!” Her voice cracks, much shriller than before as she tries to follow after him, footsteps clicking, “I haven’t finished examining your arm. Yes, there is a bruise, but I haven’t checked the -”

(Y/n’s) brain muffles out the rest. She can’t describe how she feels because she doesn’t truly understand it. Why does her heart hurt for a man she wasn’t ready to meet? Her eyes begin to well embarrassingly, and she finds herself cursing the side effects of the ‘gift’ of having a soulmate.

She shakes her head, but her mind remains cloudy. What on Earth is going on?

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Sunday is far better than the day before for (Y/n) (L/n) as the sun shined brightly, and her head was clearer than it had even been before. She has heard of what follows after realising someone is your soulmate, euphoria, and joy.

Sunday was good - but not that good.

Today, Monday is already awful. The thumping migraine, different to any other she has experienced and the same she had on Saturday after the Hospital Wing, returned. Of course, this is (Y/n), and she would never chase after a boy, let alone Regulus Black.

“Oh, stop being dramatic and pay attention, (Y/n),” her friend says, scribbling down Professor McGonagall’s words whilst rolling their eyes.

(Y/n) glares, not taking her eyes off her own notes, “you don’t know what I’m feeling.”

Her friend’s scribbling quickens as they dig their quill further into the parchment at the same time, “exactly, at least you have met your soulmate.”

She bites her lip, pausing and turning to her friend, “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me.” There’s a pause, and (Y/n) gently nudges her friend’s elbow with her own. “I should be - I am grateful that I have found my soulmate,” she gasps, forcing her friend’s gaze to meet her own, “we should find yours. I don’t believe that we aren’t meant to meet our soulmates around the same time.”

There’s another pause, and her smile falters. Then her friend chuckles, shaking their head, “you’re an idiot.”

“Regulus Black’s idiot.”

The two snort, shrill laughter soon following as the two realise the stupidity of the situation.

“Miss (L/n), (Title) (Friend’s L/n),” their heads snap towards the Professor, cheeks heating, “not only is it rude to talk ill of a classmate, but it is worse when talking about your soulmate."

If the entire class’s gaze wasn’t on them before, it is now.

"Miss (L/n),” the Professor’s look hardens through her glasses. Her cheeks are crimson as she turns in her chair to face him with a nervous smile.

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Regulus Black wishes that the ground would swallow him up. This is something that he never wanted his mates to find out. Not only is (Y/n) weird, but her status within society and blood purity is…embarrassing.

Against his own will, he slinks into his chair, cheeks flushing as their gaze meets due to the quiet laughter of his friends.

His head begins to clear, the thumping also calming, which could only be due to his realisation of a clever plan that begins to form in his head.

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His smirk unsettles (Y/n) further.

Sighing, she decides to ignore the resentment that has developed from not only this situation but the laughter of his friends and his lack to defend her, “sorry.”

Professor McGonagall thankfully decides to take pity on her as she thanks her before telling Regulus’ dumb friends off and continues the lesson.

Her voice cracks at her next words as she resumes writing, taking a deep breath before whispering, “I cannot imagine the sins I must have committed in my previous life or lives.” Despite trying to crack a joke, she comes off rather sad, and even her best mate gives her a sympathetic look.

“Maybe it was a coincidence?”

“I hope,” she tries to joke again, but her throat gets caught.

(Y/n) (L/n) wishes that the ground will swallow her up.

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“I detest how he makes me feel, all weak and with a constant headache,” (Y/n) whispers at tea, glaring at her plate in front of her as she ignores the flickering stares of everyone.

“Maybe one of the Slytherin’s pranked you. I can’t image why you would be put with him of all people,” their friend holds their fork in their mouth for a few seconds in thought, “I can’t understand why you are poorly.”

“Isn’t it obvious,” she sighs overdramatically, trying to ease her friend as well as herself, “he is cursing me.”

Her friend smiles, shaking their head, “it’s jinxing if anything as you’d be paler if it was a curse."

"Oh,” she turns to her friend, raising a brow at them, “I didn’t mean to offend you, Merlin.” She grins, fork and knife now placed together on her plate.

“Well, you have, young one,” they pull a face, looking down at (Y/n), the ends of her lips quirking every now and then.

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Regulus’ gaze unintentionally falls on his soulmate, his stomach fluttering slightly, which only makes him want to throw up. His friends do not notice, more focused on the snide marks they’re making at the unfortunate Muggleborns in their house.

Once again, his headache clears, and the ends of his lips curl upwards at (Y/n’s) laughter. Why is he reacting like this? Why must she be his soulmate? Why of all people?

His parents are not soulmates, and they have done fine. This is only proof that he does not need her to survive, despite his body’s protests. Rarely in his family do they marry their soulmate, and he wouldn’t be surprised if some of them kille- he should not speak about his family in such a way.

Thankfully, this means that he can still carry out his carefully, formulated plan that his brother would most certainly admire; although, it is not as deceitful as Sirius’ tends to be.

However, it remains quite brilliant, although he does not wish to brag.

Well, technically it is not a full plan, more so research if anything.

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Mon, 31 Jan 2022 11:35:08

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #regulus black x female reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #hogwarts imagine

Requested by: Anon

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘Will u please write a regulus black x fem reader where they’re like quidditch rivals so they kinda hate eachother but at the same time they have a friends with benefits situation and one of them catches feeling but is way too scared to admit anything. But it accidentally comes out during a fight so they just kinda scream about how much they like eachother. This probably doesn’t make much sense but I hope u understand what I’m trying to say, hope u have a good <3′

I absolutely adored this idea. Please let me know if this is alright, plot wise and writing wise, haha. I am a bit rusty.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, poorly written almost smut scene (just grinding, not actual sex), (Also I didn’t say any genital words because I was getting second-hand embarrassment) complex and confusing Regulus. Reader being a smirking little sh*t at times.

Words: 2.3K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

Thank you.

Taglist:

@regulusblackswhorecrux

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“AND TEN POINTS FOR (Your house)! Well done (Y/n) (L/n)! IN YOUR FACE, BLACK!” The commentator shouts out, ignoring the disapproving look that Professor McGonagall sends their way as they cheer for their classmate.

(Y/n) can’t help but smirk, quirking her right brow as she searches the skies for Regulus, squinting as the wind blows her hair across her face, and as usual, the second she looks over to him, he looks away. She enjoys getting at him, but so does he; he does the same to her after all.

Shaking her head, and with a roll of her eyes, she turns to her housemate, grinning ear to ear as they both fist bump both hands in the air. The stalls fill with cheers as she scores the first goal after ten minutes. (Y/n) is not one to brag, but she cannot help but act like the younger version of James Potter when it comes to the youngest Mister Black. She does not search for praise either, but it is entertaining getting at the boy, and she enjoys fuelling the flames. She ignores how the wind throws her hair in front of her eyes as she sets off again, robes flying behind her.

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“What are you playing at?” A familiar voice calls as she heads down the clear hallway. Not turning, she continues, quirking her brow again as she subconsciously begins to play with the collar of her shirt.

“I’m heading to my common room to celebrate my victory,” she smirks, hearing the footsteps falter behind her before he huffs, and they speed up again. Her hair blows back as she walks past an open window in the passage, reminding her of the conditions of the game, which had started windy before turning into a torrential downpour - well, it felt like so.

“You did not win,” Regulus smirks, slowly down his steps to match hers as he comes beside her. “And that bragging on the pitch was incredibly dumb; you made a complete fool of yourself. It amazes me more and more each day as you continue to disappoint your family name.” He turns up his nose before wrinkling it further as the wind hits him, and he hurriedly attempts to flatten his hair.

“My family name!” She scoffs, “at least mine is full of good people and does not have webbed feet. And, I di -” She cuts herself short as she turns to face him, her cheeks flushing as (Y/n) watches him - although, (Y/n) would have preferred that it was her touching and griping at his dark locks, not that she hasn’t before.

“You know that I do not have webbed feet, you imbecile, and at least my magic is pur-”, He stops his grumbling for a second, lowering his hands as they come to a stop, “catching feelings, are we (L/n)?”

“Don’t be daft, Black, and I have seen your feet, you are basically a Merman,” she rolls her eyes, trying to ignore her cheeks that continue to flush a darker shade, despite her protests as she begins to walk again, clasping her Quidditch bag tighter in her hand. “Who’s making a fool of themselves now?” She musters the courage to turn to him again, ignoring the flutters in her belly as he matches her, quirking his brow with a smirk.

“Still you."

There are a few moments of silence, not entirely comfortable as (Y/n) finds her eyes darting back and forth to either side of her - fighting internally rather pathetically - while he only gazes at the floor, clutching his backpack tighter.

"Why are you here?” (Y/n) inhales deeply, biting her lip as she clenches her eyes shut. Wow, this is why she got bullied as a child.

He turns to her, eyes wide, but his frown turns upwards for a split second as he sees her expression; it falls before she opens her eyes and meets his, both stopping once again, this time inconveniently on a tower’s staircase.

Now, there are many ways that this moment could go. One, Regulus could confess his feelings, and the two can shag happily for the rest of their lives - or on this staircase at least. Two, (Y/n) could reject him, and everyone will find out, he will never live to see a day and will die of embarrassment as well as shame. Three, he could fuck up. Four, he could listen to previous advice his brother gave him on girls when he spoke to him - and fuck up.

“Want to fu- frolic?” He chuckles nervously. Curse his brother he almost listened to him - that is why his brother will die alone, unlike him.

(Y/n) makes a noise at the back of her throat, eyes wide, “we’ve been shagging for weeks, and you have just referred to it as ‘frolicking’?”

His lips curl, and he straightens his posture.

No, curse him for nearly getting nervous over (Y/n) (L/n) - as if! “Just wanted to make sure that you were still down; after that pathetic stunt you pulled as if you were better than me, you may have scored more than me, but unlike you, I can win a game.” She rolls her eyes, so what if he, the seeker caught the snitch, his team mate barely scored the extra ten points that got them to win; it is not that hard to catch a Quaffle and throw it. Her mouth forms into a snarl as she allows him to continue. “Why else would I come to talk to you, you idiot?”

“Ah yes, I forgot, I am the only girl who will allow you to fuck her.” She continues to walk again, and Regulus rolls his eyes, raising a finger to say his point, but she continues, not caring for him behind her. “How does it feel, knowing that the only girl who will let you shag her is a woman you hate?” Her eyes gleam as she spins on her heels, unable to control the words that continue, “a woman who sees you as a last resort."

There’s a pause as he freezes in his steps - having begun to go after her - she mirrors his actions.

"Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

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(Y/n) clenches her eyes shut as she grips at his hair, ignoring the slight sting as he pushes her against the stone wall. Oh, how she loves - sorry - enjoys his hair. How can it be so soft?

His teeth nip as her neck, as he places his leg between her thighs. With his right hand, he slowly slides it down her waist, leaving sparks of fire in its wake before gently curving it beneath her thigh as he lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips, her skirt now barely covering her hips. He groans, adoring the way her skin feels familiar and the heat that makes its way through his trousers; he gently begins to rub circles with his thumb before doing the same with his left hand, moving it from its position beside her head, pinning her to the wall.

Her breath wavers, the outline of his most private area pressed directly against the right place of her own, and her thighs subconsciously clench around his hips. He chuckles against her neck, beginning to pepper kisses along the entire length of her collarbone. Then, he rolls his hips, nestling his head in her neck as he elicits a moan from the two of them. (Y/n) bites her lip as he finally does it again, tightening her grip that is now on his shoulders.

He grins, glancing up to her for a second, enjoying her expression before repeating his previous motions, in the opposite direction across her collarbone, “No need to be quiet, (L/n), this wouldn’t be the first time that-”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly,” he smirks.

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Regulus Black glares daggers at his previously good friend Barty Crouch Junior (they were close until he realised just how creepy that boy was. Some people must get too comfortable, he supposes.) Of course, this does not mean that Barty lacks charisma, looks, or the ability to fool just about anyone - even his father. Bloody Crouch.

Regulus glances up from his book in the library as he attempts to catch a quick glimpse of the two who are on the opposite side of the table next to him. Despite the table being big enough to fit eight, Crouch must sit next to her. He nearly has a heart attack when Crouch turns to the laughing girl, tucking some hair gently behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed, and he cannot ignore the way her hands tighten their grip around her quill. She may be enjoying this, but Regulus most certainly is not.

He goes to stand up, but he stops. (Y/n) isn’t his girlfriend, and she has free will. She can make her own decisions. She is simply a quick shag. Well, it’s never quick.

Her gaze ends up meeting his, and whatever she was about to say has quickly died in her throat. The golden glow of the sun reaches the window behind him, illuminating him in an awe-striking glow. She can’t help but smile, the incessant boy next to her long-forgotten, and despite his fury, the ends of his lips curl upwards.

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“What are you playing at?” Once again, Regulus Black finds himself storming after the (h/c) haired pain in his arse. She ignores him, but he quickly catches up, coming to a stop in front of her.

She rolls her eyes and tries to step out past her, but before she can, he cuts her off. “You are not my boyfriend, husband, nor keeper. Please, be gone.” She sighs, and with a sarcastic smile, tries to step past him again. Of course, he does the same as before.

His lips curl as he glares down to her, “I think I should know who else you are sleeping with, seeing as you could be riddled with disease.”

She gasps, her own stare hardening into a glare as she bites back several rude comments,

“And what about you? I should know too.”

Why must he always confront her in empty hallways?

His snarl falters, as does his posture, “I beg your pardon.”

She continues to glare, taking a step forward, making him take a step back. “Come on, Black.

You want to know who I shag, and I want to know the same about you.”

He tries to ignore the sting in his heart as she basically confirms their relationship, and he shoves his hands in his trousers’ pockets.

“None of your business. I am of the Noble House of B - don’t roll your eyes at me!”

(Y/n) continues to step forward, making him stumble until the usual tables are reversed, and she has him against the wall.

“Fuck off and go shag, Barty!” His voice cracks a little bit, making his cheeks flush as he presses the palms of his hands against the wall. Thankfully, he does not embarrass himself too much as he maintains eye contact with her.

“Why? Want to watch?"

His cheeks flush just like hers already is, but he does not notice. "How dare you suggest such a thing! I am - I am -”

“You are what?"

There is a pause, and (Y/n) begins to grin, realising that she has won. He could lie and say he is shagging many, or he could…

He sighs, "I am only sleeping with you.” He groans internally, wishing he knew how to shut up.

She falters, eyes wide and cheeks flushing to a rosier shade, “liar.”

His eyes dart open, his jaw drops, “I beg your pardon!”

She scoffs, shaking her head at him before turning on her heels, heading away, flashing him two fingers as she leaves.

“What the fuck?” He whispers to himself, staring down to the ground. Then, he shakes his head, and this time, he runs after her.

To clarify, one of the Noble House of Black does not run.

“Who do you think you are?” She ignores him, continuing on. “You are infuriating.” She continues to ignore him, taking a sharp turn into a quieter route to her common room, as well as faster. “What is wrong with you.”

She suddenly stops, and he would have walked right into her had he not the quick reflexes from Quidditch. She spins on her heels, glaring at him. For a second, he freezes in awe of her beauty and fierceness, but he quickly controls it.

“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you!” She takes another step forward, but he does not falter, continuing to stare her down, maintaining her posture. “I have been nothing but honest, and you are nothing but a nasty little boy!”

“Me!” He scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, “I am always honest. You are dishonest!”

“Liar!”

“Stop calling me that!” They are shouting now, and it would not surprise either if their classmates could hear them squabbling now.

“ Fuck you! Then tell me a truth.”

“No, thank you!” Now, that is something that Regulus thought he would never say. “You do it first!”

“Fine!” (Y/n) glares, and she does not even take a breath before she says this, “I am not sleeping with anyone else; I never have because I love you!” For a second, she is proud, knowing she has demonstrated more honesty until she realises what she has said. Her eyes widen, her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes begin to well slightly but not in an embarrassing way, like no way is she going to be (Y/N) and cry.

His own eyes widen, his heart stuttering, and before a moment could settle between them, he gently raised his left hand to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear that had escaped before curling his right hand around her waist. Gently he leans down, her own eyes gently closing, followed by this as his lips carefully meet hers.

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Sun, 30 Jan 2022 09:00:34

Requests are now open! I previously wrote on Wattpad where I got over 200K views but I have since deleted my work due to the data breach and the fact I wrote it years ago and I believe my writing has improved vastly. (Well I hope so, lol).

Unfortunately, I am a bit rusty, which means I will only write the minimum of one thousand words per request. I also enjoy writing in detail, sorry if you do not like that.

I decided to keep my Secondary Blog as a Middle-Earth/Tolkien one!

I previously took a break, for personal reasons, but I have mustered the confidence to return. I apologise if I did not write your requests before, I feel awful, and please FEEL FREE to send them in again - there appears to be an error with my ask box and most of my requests have disappeared.

What do I write?

I write ‘x readers’.

I will also write for ships - for example, Harry Potter (as I know the most about the couples in it). I will also write ‘Jily’, (for Harry Potter) because that is superior.

What fandoms do I write for on my main blog?

Harry Potter (all Eras)
Narnia
Netflix Bridgerton

What fandoms to I write for on this blog?

The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

Pleaserequest here if you have any requests for these fandoms, same rules apply, or simply click on my blog on the ask button @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin.

(You can ask me if there are any other fandoms I write for, but these are my main ones)

Rules:

I do have rules and limits, as there are things that make my uncomfortable.

I write for all genders and sexualities, as well as body types, etc. Discrimination is not welcomed here.
No hate! If you don’t like my work, please don’t be rude about it. I have tried my hardest and whilst I appreciate constructive feedback, bullying and hate is just rude. I have never and will never attend to offend anyone or make them uncomfortable, I always try to put in the right tags also. If there are any issues, please put them in my ask box (however, it may be a few days until I reply as I don’t look in there until I have completed my current request) I apologise in advance and it is most likely due to an error or accident. Thank you :)

If I make an error, please message me privately - I once had an autocorrect issue where a tag went to ‘teddy lupin x male reader’ on my blog when it was for a female reader as I was in a rush and did not realise I had already done the female tag. I am sorry again and an issue like this will never happen again, and I shall always double check from now on.

I will never write anything underage so please request someone who is of age. I won’t mention anything triggering in too much detail as I don’t want to upset anyone. I will not write (describe) rape, it will always be consensual.
If there is anything triggering, I will mention at the top. Remember, I love you guys.
I am trying to improve my smut skills, but writing it does make me uncomfortable. I won’t write anything messed up, too graphic, dark, or kinky or to do with rape.
Please do not copy or share my work in your own books or on another website! This is my hard work, and my writing. It should only be found on this blog. So please don’t. I find it very annoying and rude. (This includes futures and previous works)
You will only find my work here. (I realise I emphasise this and I’m sorry)
Please include the gender, and which person you would prefer it in as I don’t want to annoy you if I make an error (I usually write in third person but if you do not prefer this, please say so). It can also be very difficult to write without this. Please include anything else which you find necessary to apply.
When you request I will make it time appropriate to the movie or show unless stated otherwise. However, can you please clarify when you want it, for example, if the show spans over a number of years. If it isn’t necessary then I will just set it after. :)
I will always try to use the spelling and slang from where it is set.
Unless if I say other wise, your request should be posted within the week.
Have a wonderful day. I can’t remember any other rules right now but it’s like 3am.

Thank you!

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01and@daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin as I have decided to keep as a Tolkien blog for requests, and in that case only future Tolkien work should only be found on there, and all previous Tolkien work as well as all my other requests should only be found on my main blog. No where else.

Please say if you wanted to be added to a tag list.

Please feel free to request on my main blog unless you have any Hobbit and Lord of the Rings requests and wish to see me having a Tolkien blog, then do it on this one, haha. (That link is to my previous Lotr and Hobbit Masterlist).

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