My Worst Fear Is A MALE Finding Out I Like Them. Like… Wtf U Snooping Around For?

i like the idea of remus being friends with everyone and not knowing?? and he’s friends with more people than any of the other marauders bc james and sirius are really cliquey and peter just follows them around.

so he’s friends with most of the gryffindors- especially the older years because he sells drugs to them 👮‍♂️ remus lupin in the head of the hogwarts black market

like hes obviously besties with regulus (don’t tell sirius) so he’s friends with pandora by proxy. they’re a cute friend group who talk shit together.

and then he’s ’one of the girls’ and is constantly hanging around lily, mary, marlene and dorcas. they have a book club and talk shit about the marauders and their teachers

don’t forget the ravenclaws! mf spends most of the time in the library. there r bound to be some ravenclaws who frequent the library and got curious abt the nerd with all the scars. so bc of all these new ravenclaw friends, he absentmindedly founds a whole ass study group.

then all the younger years from all the houses join said group. alongside the older years from other houses that sit in so that when the younger years leave they can buy cigarettes off of him.

and don’t forget the teachers! do u really think he doesn’t have afternoon tea with madam pomfrey, even when it’s not a full moon?

i can imagine remus spending his day pissing about with the marauders in the morning, going to his study club after school, meeting up with the girls in the common room, heading out to have a chat with pomfrey, and then going back to the dorms to listen to music with the marauders while he conspires a plan on how to sneak out to the astronomy tower to meet up with regulus and pandora later.

bros a quadruple-timing friend whore

I LITERALLY JUST LET OUT THE LOUDEST LAUGH EVER WHATTTT

Luke Castellan Smut

Well that's quite straightforward isn't it

when they're a completely made up band>>>

luke fucking you into the mattress. that’s it. that’s the ask.

explicit sexual content; MDNI

thinking about him holding your hips still with one hand and pressing into the pillow beneath your face with the other. you've been attempting to squirm away, and the grip he has on your skin combined with the harsh way he's pounding into you has kept you still.

he's being a little too rough, he knows that, but he also knows that you're aware of what to say or do to him to stop it. besides the occasional whine and futile attempt to move away from him, you don't seem all too upset about it either.

your hands fist the sheets, your lower back arched up into luke's hips. you're moaning louder than you ever have before, but the cushion of the pillow muffles all of your sounds, allowing the room to fill with the sounds of your cunt sucking luke in over and over again.

he's on top of you, practically laying on you as he fucks you into the springy camp mattress. the furniture wasn't made for this, and it quietly squeals with each of his movements. luke laughs a little as he comments on it, comparing the sounds of the mattress, to the sounds of your cunt.

you only groan, turn your face to free it from being smushed against the pillow, and ask luke for more.

somehow, he manages to give it to you.

Remus Lupin ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

wow ok thanks what the hell

Can you write something about an Apollo girl using Luke that he's her muse as an excuse to see him. Like taking pictures of him randomly or asking him to pose for portraits for her so she can talk to him.

YES YES YES THIS THIS THIS

yeah this is it this is the one yeah YOU NEVER MISS YOU NEVER MISS

very slightly suggestive content; fem!reader

thinking about luke castellan being all giggly, trying so hard to pull you away from whatever you're doing for just fifteen minutes. its the same promise he makes over and over again, falling from his pink lips as easy as breathing.

and each time, you basically refuse to believe him. pushing his hands away from your hips and waist, dodging his kisses with laughs you can't disguise. "luke," you say over and over again, trying to get him to break off from his spew of convincing arguments and listen to you.

"it'll be quick, babe, I promise. just need to kiss you a little bit. missed your lips all day. gods, you smell so good too."

it's almost impossible to ignore him when he's pressing ticklish kisses into the crook of your neck, under your jaw, over your shoulders once he has your shirt thrown off (somehow).

and when that doesn't work, you try to get sterner. "castellan," you say, voice briefly losing the humor as you warn him.

he looks at you with teasing eyes, probably noticing the way your tone doesn’t meet your gaze as he sings out a small “oo” through pursed lips.

"you know how much i like it when you call me that. really does something to me.” he has one of your hands in his, guiding it down to his crotch where he encourages you to feel the bulge there.

you force yourself to recoil, but it’s not genuine. your hands meekly push at luke’s chest, creating distance between you two as he sends you a grin.

that’s all it takes for you to fist his shirt in one hand and pull him close again.

“just make it quick for real. i have shit to do.”

his head tilts, he pulls you even closer by your belt loops. he smiles, nudges your nose with his, then tells you, “yes ma’am” as he kisses you.

NOTED | LUKE CASTELLAN

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aﾉn — this is so super late bc ive been super sick :(( im rlly sorry abt that !! but here it is n i hope u enjoy <3 after this one luke n reader will b getting more development >:)

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lol i cried

feign - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 348  - 14 September

“Don’t feign innocence, you prat, I know you took it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?!” James whispered, looking slightly panicked. He had been sitting across from Regulus in the library, pretending to study. He couldn’t let the younger boy know that he had been pining over him for the past two months. How could he? Regulus was his best friends’ little brother for crying out loud.

But sitting in the library, next to the massive window, late afternoon sun bathing black curls in golden light. The look of concentration plastered on his face. The slight stain of ink on his fingertips. The little fist pump and smile that only he could see when he remembered a fact correctly. James was enamoured.

Now as Regulus pulled him up out of his chair, his steel-grey eyes scoured the older boy. James felt only slightly less enamoured and maybe a hint of a fire starting in his stomach. “I know you took it, Potter,” Regulus accused.

“I promise I have no idea what you’re talking about. Swear.”

“My journal! That’s probably why you’ve been hanging around. Sirius put you up to it, didn’t he?”

Regulus’ hands started patting James down. Fingers exploring his muscular abdomen, trailing down to his thighs to feel his pockets. 

“Reg,” James said breathily, almost letting a soft moan escape his lips.

Regulus faltered, looking James in the face. His eyes darted toward the brown-skinned boy’s lips. It was only a second but James noticed it. James' gaze darkened, the want that had been building up over the months spilled to the surface.

Regulus cleared his throat violently. Blinking, he backed away as though burnt. 

“James,” he shook his head, “Potter, stay out of my stuff!” He didn’t bother to pack his bag, just grabbed what was on the desk and exited the library.

Stumbling into the nearest classroom, slamming the door, Regulus pulled his journal out of his pocket. “You have got to find a better method of getting Potter’s attention,” he said to himself. Pulling out a pen to recount what just happened.