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moonstruckme · 3 days

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Hi Mae!! I keep rereading the overprotective poly marauders fic I love it sm 🫶 can I please request another one it can tie into casual dominance marauders if you want I don’t mind I just can’t get them off my mind. Thanks babe!!

Hi lovely!! So this went a bit off the rails, I had different intentions for it at first but then somehow it became very serious and the boys not so much overprotective as reasonably upset....all in all, I'm not super happy with it but I didn't want to throw it out, I'd be happy to write another overprotective one for you if you'd like!

cw: sexual assault

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You walk out of your office feeling odd and off-kilter. Your mind seems addled, unable to complete one thought before jumping to the next, and something prickles just underneath your skin that feels like anger and shame and also like panic.

Your boyfriends are waiting for you, idling at the curb. You’re supposed to go straight from here to the cinema, and you tell yourself you’ll feel better afterwards. Even if not, you have until Monday before you have to deal with this, if you deal with it at all. You may not. You’re not sure. You can’t think straight.

“Hey, angel,” James says as you get in, and it’s immediately obvious your upset has already been noticed. Probably as soon as you walked outside, your boyfriends observing you through the car windows. Remus, in the driver’s seat, and Sirius, sitting beside you in the back, are both charily silent. “How was work?”

“It was fine,” you reply. Your voice sounds off even to your own ears, but no one comments as Remus puts the car in drive.

“Ready for the weekend?” James imbues his voice with a light sort of commiseration. You try to smile for him.

No one is more surprised than you when a sob chokes you instead. You hide your face in your hands, tears already leaking out from between your lashes.

“God, sorry.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sirius asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for you. Remus pulls into a parking spot just by the exit and shuts off the engine, turning around in his seat. “Baby.” Sirius wraps his arm around your shaking shoulders, squeezing tight. He sounds anxious. “Did something happen?”

The worst of your crying passes like a summer storm, over as quickly as it started. Your emotions gone haywire. You lean into Sirius, and he clicks the buckle on your seatbelt for you, pulling you the rest of the way.

“You’re scaring me,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline. “Tell us why you’re upset, angel, please.”

“I think,” you mumble, face and eyes burning, “my boss grabbed my butt.”

You say it quieter than a whisper, but you know they’ve all heard. The silence that follows is so complete you could hear a pin drop.

“What?” James asks. His throat sounds dry.

You hear Remus sigh. “Oh, sweetheart.” The vinyl of his seat squeaks as he shifts. “When did this happen?”

“Just now,” you answer.

“Right.” Sirius’ arms had gone tense around you, but now they fall away completely. He moves for his door. “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t,” you plead. You worry he will anyway, but Remus locks the doors from the front seat.

Sirius cuts a glare his way, truly scary with the way wrath seems to gleam in his gray irises. He unlocks his door manually, and Remus locks it again.

“We can’t be rash,” he says, his own tone sharper than you think is intended for anyone in the car. “We have to think this through.”

“What’s there to think about?” Sirius snaps. James reaches behind his seat, taking your hand and rubbing comfortingly. “He’s just inside!”

“You think I don’t want to go in there too?” Remus gives him a look that’s a short fall from incredulous. “But if we have to call the police, it won’t help if you’ve already had a go at him.”

Your head spins. You hadn’t even thought of calling the police. You hadn’t really gotten past going to the cinema.

“What do you mean, you think he grabbed you, sweetheart?” James' voice is pointedly kinder than the others, and Remus takes a deep breath, calming himself.

“I don’t know, I just—I feel like I can’t be sure—”

“That’s alright.” Remus' voice is slower now. Soothing. “Why don’t you tell us how it happened?”

“I, um.” You swallow. James strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “I was looking at something on his computer, because he said he wasn’t getting my emails and I thought they might be going to his spam. He was sitting behind me in his chair, and we were talking and his hand, like, squeezed—” your brain tries to shake off the memory, and you shudder along with it “—and then he just kept talking like nothing happened. It was so fast I’m not sure it even did--”

“Baby.”

You don’t realize you’re tripping over your words until Sirius’ voice cuts through them. You look at him, and his eyes are already on yours, fierce but solid.

“Did you feel him touch you?” he asks.

You rub your lips together. “Yeah,” you murmur.

Your boyfriend’s expression pinches, but his gaze is steady. “Then he did. Trust yourself. You know what happened.”

This provokes another wave of tears, less tempestuous than the first but somehow more painful. You wouldn't have expected any one of your boyfriends to blame you, not if you’d thought about it, but you haven’t had time to think yet and the relief that they’re so wholly on your side makes your heart feel cracked open.

“Dove, I’m so sorry,” Remus says. He’s frowning, a well-worn line etched between his brows. You hate to put it there. “What do you want to do? Do you know if you can contact HR?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, pliable to Sirius’ ministrations as he tucks you securely under one arm and uses the other to thumb at your salty cheeks. “I feel a bit silly. It was a small thing, I don’t think it’s worth a bunch of fuss.”

“It’s not a small thing,” says James, uncharacteristically severe. “It’s a big thing—a really fucked up thing, that he did—and it’s worth a lot of fuss. A lot.” He leans around his seatback, pressing a firm kiss to your hand. “It’s just a matter of how much fuss you’re willing to go through with, sweetheart. It’s up to you. We can go through HR, we can go to the police. There’s still the option of just going in there and roughing him up to be sure it doesn’t happen again.” He smiles wryly. It looks like it takes effort. “I’m very game for that option. We know Sirius is ready.”

Sirius makes an affirming humph sound against the side of your head. You try to smile back at James.

“I think maybe…HR?” Your voice is tentative. “I have a friend, Marcella, who I think would be nice about it.” You realize as it comes out of your mouth what a low bar that is, but that’s the reality of your situation.

“Do you know if she’s still here?” Remus asks.

You feel your brow wrinkle. “I think so…”

Remus unlocks the doors, and James gets out. You barely manage to squeak out a “Wait” before the door shuts behind him.

You turn to Remus. “Where’s he going?”

“To find Marcella,” he says. “It’s better that they know when it’s just happened, dovey, but you don’t have to deal with it right now. That’s why James is going instead.”

You nod. It makes sense, even if the reality of it all makes tears press at your throat again.

“My sweet girl.” Sirius holds you tight, mashing a kiss into the side of your head. “I’m so sorry this happened, baby. I’m sorry we weren’t there to protect you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, turning in his arms to hug him properly. He seems pleased with this development, and squeezes you ferociously. “You can’t always be with me. And it’s not your responsibility.”

“Careful what you say.” Sirius seems to muster up some humor, a teasing edge to his tone. “I’ll get us one of those big shirts so the four of us can fit in it together, and then you’ll never be rid of us.”

“It’s our job to look after you,” says Remus, firm but kind. “It’s true we can’t be with you all of the time, but I’m glad you felt comfortable telling us this. Thank you, sweetheart.”

You’re about to dismiss his thanks when James gets back in the car, this time in the back seat instead of the front.

“Did you see him?” Sirius asks immediately, scooching the both of you over to make room.

“No, he must’ve left right after her.” James looks unhappy, but his touch is gentle as always as he takes your waist in both hands, easing you off of Sirius’ lap and into the seat between them. Sirius sighs but doesn’t complain, likely knowing he’s had more than his fair share of your comfort.

“Marcella was nice, though,” James says. “She arranged for you to have the morning off on Monday, and she’ll call you then to hear from you what happened. We can be with you, if you like.”

“Monday.” You blow out a slow breath, though it doesn’t do much to keep your throat from contracting in panic. “Okay, that sounds good. Thank you.”

“No worries, angel.” James rubs your thigh, watching you carefully. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Your voice squeaks, and you cover your eyes with a hand. Sirius whines and kisses your shoulder. You try to laugh, but it comes out wet. “I think this might just keep happening for a while.”

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Remus coos, reaching out a hand to set on the top of your head. He scratches at your scalp with his fingernails the way he knows you like. “It makes sense to be upset. We’ll get you through this, alright? Let us look after you for a bit.”

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 days

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comfort - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 267

"Jamie!"

Regulus's distressed voice greeted James as he walked through the door, the shorter man folding easily into James's embrace, burying his face into James's shoulder, his wavy black hair brushing against his chin.

It was all James could do to resist melting. He had to physically stop himself from yelling out, from asking who hurt the love of his life this way, from setting fire to the whole damn Earth if only to gain revenge on whoever had made Regulus this upset. But before he could calmly enquire about who he needed to murder, a voice rang down the hall.

"Oh no," Sirius shouted, appearing around the corner, looking living. "Don't you dare comfort him! Not after he stole-"

"I didn't steal anything!" Regulus shrieked, turning to his brother, suddenly looking much less sad and much more ferocious. "You left it here, and I didn't touch it, and even if I did, it would have gone bad-"

"You still had no right-" Sirius cut in, throwing his hands down, balling them into fists.

"Hey, hey, hey," James interrupted nervously. "What's this about?"

"My pie!" Sirius screamed, exasperatedly. "Regulus ate it!"

But James's stomach turned to lead as he realized. "Did you, perhaps, leave it here on Friday?"

"Yes!" Sirius nodded, eyes flashing. "And now it's gone!"

"Erm, Pads..." James mumbled, preparing himself to run. "I may have..."

But now two pairs of gray eyes were on him, one set sparkling with humor, the other furious.

"Sorry?"

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aithusarosekiller · 3 days

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James is absolutely the friend who gets lost in big crowds because he gets distracted and has to grab someone's hand to make sure he is still following them

Everyone has a different reaction to it tho

If it's just him and Peter or Marlene he's fucked because they get distracted even more than him so they all end up lost

Lily and Remus are the best for it because they will not let go at all

Mary forgets he's holding her hand sometimes and accidentally lets go

Evan and Dorcas both try to avoid standing closest to him bc they don't like holding hands but that doesn't stop him from grabbing their bags to keep up anyway

Pandora and Barty were shocked the first time he did it but got used to it and absolutely start swinging their hands around

More often than not you'll see him grinning while he walks around holding both of the black brother's hands as they both try to keep him on track (they're his favourites, what do you expect)?

#james potter #platonic prongsfoot #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #regulus black #sirius black #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #evan rosier #pandora rosier #mary macdonald #barty crouch jr #jegulus #starchaser

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er3mo · 2 days

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'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

#ao3 #fanfiction #wolfstar #marauders fandom #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders

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intotheswollenriver · 1 day

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Two grow man,fighting like a schoolboy😅

#snirus #hp snack #severus snape #sirius black #harry potter #犬石

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lovely-peace · 2 days

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Lovely?

Summary: You don't like the marauders. You don't talk and don't even look at them. But as you visit your friend in the hospital wing you encounter a certain boy with brown hair, scars and this lovely eyes.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Low self esteem, past bullying?, This is no bully! Marauders fic!!

Part 1

"Hey, do you want to study for Transfiguration together?"

A normal day. It should have been. But ever since I was asked who I would date, I've been hearing giggles and whispers. And now James is standing in front of Amy and me. Ready to finish something. I don't know what yet, but it's going to hurt.

Because it will be a joke of theirs.

"Why should we?" I go straight on the offensive. Leave fears behind and intimidate them.

Sirius, who was standing behind James, looked to the side to stifle a laugh. That kind of upset me.

"Well, in the last lesson you had... We thought we could help each other."

Oh. My mistake. That they laughed about. Learning. Together. Actually, they just want to smile at my stupidity. SMILE.

"Amy doesn't even have Transfiguration." I hissed, looking the boy in front of me in the eye for the first time. He looked almost uncomfortable.

This boy I rode to Hogwarts with in the same wagon. And who now feels too cool to remember my name. I'm just a joke that you crack a few times and then forget.

"Which is why, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye and go upstairs. Important subjects are waiting for me!" Amy tapped my shoulder and I was about to thank her inwardly until- "That's why I'm leaving this sweetie here with you, okay?"

Peter looked up from his book for the first time. He was sitting on the couch by the fire.

In the common room of Gryffindor, it was not uncommon for people to fight over this space. Peter snatched it early enough so that Remus, who looked very ill that morning, just sat on the chair at the table next to it.

Peter was probably just as disappointed that Amy left as I was, if I interpreted his expression correctly.

"Amy," I whispered to her, "what are you doing?"

She raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes and sighed briefly. And I understood. She wanted me to give them a chance.

I looked at her with begging eyes and screamed at her in my mind not to leave me here alone.

"So...?" James stood there like a boy waiting for his mother's permission.

And I wasn't going to give it to him.

"Sorry, Jarry, but I was planning on studying for other subjects with Amy today. So if you'll excuse us." What did I just say?

"Oo-," James looked to his friends while Sirius laughed out loud, "-okay?"

I didn't look at Amy and just stomped faree upstairs to our room.

Amy followed me, but not without letting out a sigh of disappointment.

"What was that about?" My voice was a little louder than usual. "I thought we agreed that we didn't like the four of them?"

Amy groaned and threw herself on her bed. "I never said that. I meant that they can be assholes sometimes, that's all."

"But they just were assholes?"

I also sat down on my bed and looked out of the window. The Hufflepuff team was playing quidditch.

"How were they assholes in any way, please? James just asked us if we wanted to study with them in the common room."

I could hear Amy starting to get angry.

"You know what he meant. He only asked because I said something completely stupid in Transfiguration the day before yesterday and everyone had a laugh. And now he wanted to hear more of it."

Amy had gone quiet. Then she snorted loudly. "Jesus Christ."

"What?!" As I turned around, two piercing eyes looked into me.

"Can you please stop painting the devil on the wall for once? You sound worse than Cassandra!"

Now I snorted.

But Amy wasn't finished yet. "You're so afraid of being ridiculed that you're becoming an asshole yourself!"

The sun was setting. And the moon slowly rose.

"Why are you so sure that the four of them are making fun of you?"

I hated that tears were welling up in my eyes. "That's how it always is! Suddenly all these people are nice to you, who didn't even know who you were before, to lure you into safety, but in reality they're blaspheming and laughing at you. It's always like that!"

Amy shook her head.

"No, it's just always like that in your head. There's a chance that these people just want to get to know you better."

Amy took her DADA textbook and turned to the other wall. "To exclude this opportunity from the outset is not only a mistake, but also a missed opportunity to make new friends."

I looked up at the full moon. I felt as if he was out there suffering with me.

You understand me, don't you?

Probably not.

The next morning, Amy was still mad at me. I couldn't blame her. What I said already sounded pathetic.

But so far it had always been the truth.

It was unusually quiet at breakfast. Amy ate almost nothing and hurried to her tray.

We had different subjects at the beginning of the day, but at lunch Amy was nowhere to be seen. There were whispers again and I wanted to scream.

And it was only in charms that I was told she had been taken to the hospital wing.

That was not uncommon for Amy. Amy was very fragile. Amy always put on a very strong front, also to help me. But the truth was that stress really affected her and at one point she almost fell over sick.

Was it because of our argument? I don't know. But I certainly felt guilty.

After class, I hurried to the hospital wing and let myself be led to her bed.

She looked almost peaceful as she slept. I carefully sat down next to her and took her hand. She was sweaty and cool at the same time.

Madam Pomfrey explained to me that Amy had been under a lot of stress lately and had eaten something bad. Then she went to the next bed and talked with the visitors there.

Visitors with... familiar voices?!

"Oh, please, you can't expect us to just leave him here alone?" Was that Sirius?

"Yes, I must. You know he needs his rest now. So shoo." Madam Pomfrey sounded a bit annoyed.

"We can stay here quietly!" That was James. Ironically loud.

"No, Mr. Potter, you cannot. So, gentlemen. Out!"

I saw out of the corner of my eye how Madam Pomfrey shooed several people outside. But who was behind the curtain of the bed? Whom were they visiting?

The curtain didn't cover the whole bed. In fact, it was only drawn on my side. Quietly, I got up and tried to get a quick look at the person. I took a cautious step to the side and—

There layed Remus. A pretty battered Remus, wrapped in bandages.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back and I stood there as if caught red-handed.

Remus looked at me in surprise. His look was somehow different than usual and I imagined he took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Hi." ... "Hi."

His body was even worse wrapped up than I had seen from the side. He was sitting upright and his upper body was full of bandages. His face also had scratches but his eyes were still so deep-

I stared at him. For far too long.

I quickly sat down next to Amy, who was still asleep.

Remus cleared his throat. "Is Amy very unwell?"

Somehow I wasn't prepared for a conversation with him. Not with one of the four. Not with Remus.

"According to Madam Pomfrey, it's just stress. She just needs to get some rest and then she should feel better." I was almost whispering, my voice was so quiet. Nothing compared to yesterday.

"That's good. I hope she gets better soon. Has anything bad happened?" I looked up at him. His eyes were so gentle, as if he really cared. "Something that's really stressing her out?"

When he noticed my look, he looked away. To my disappointment. "But actually, it's none of my business-"

"We had a fight." Why did I tell him that? "I worried her again."

I looked at Amy. Her face wasn't quite so pale and her hand, which I was holding, wasn't quite so sweaty.

"Oh." Remus' voice was very quiet. As if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. As if he was worried to say the wrong thing.

"And why are you lying here? What happened to you?" It was only when I looked at him that I realized the question was a bit rude.

"If you want to tell me," I added.

He just sighed and suddenly looked so far away. "It was an accident."

I waited for him to tell me more. He didn't.

It stayed quiet between us for a long time. I could feel his gaze from the side, but somehow it didn't bother me a bit. I almost felt safe.

Suddenly he asked me: "Why did you argue?"

I looked into his eyes and almost wanted to tell him everything. I looked at Amy and borrowed her words. "I was an asshole."

He tilted his head and smiled cautiously. "Somehow I can't imagine that."

I looked at him. He looked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, you... It's not like you at all."

I continued to look at him. He continued to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"You're usually so... Lovely."

Lovely? He saying I was lovely?

I had to laugh. He looked away.

"Me? You don't know me then." I giggled softly. "Besides, anyone can be an asshole, no matter how sweet the person still is."

He looked outside. The moon was up. He had that look again. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

It was quiet again after that. I heard soft footsteps outside and my anxiety wanted me to leave. So I stood up and was about to say goodbye to Remus as he-

"I want to know."

"What?"

He suddenly looked into my eyes so intensely that I felt dizzy.

"I want to know you properly."

I didn't know what to say and just looked at him as he continued.

"I want to know what goes through your mind when you see me us."

His gaze moved away from me. "I want to know why you hate us so much."

My whole world suddenly spun and I was in the middle of it. What was he saying? What did he mean, why was he even talking to me? What was going on here, why was he even here? And why did he call me lovely? What did he mean?

I wanted to say something. Something about... What actually?

Somehow I couldn't get anything out of me and was stuck in this spiral of trying to say something and figure out what to say. I opened my mouth, as-

"Remus, we're here!" James' voice tried to sound quiet but was unmistakable. Just like the footsteps of the two boys walking towards his bed.

When I saw them, so many things came back to me. Why I didn't talk to Remus.

"Are you feeling better? Remus -" Sirius faltered when he saw me. He looked between me and Remus and then grinned at me.

"Oh hello."

He turned to James now and 'whispered' to him. "Prongs, let's go and give these two some time to themselves-"

Remus cleared his throat and pointed at Amy who was lying next to me. Sirius fell silent.

"I'd better go now." I said in a very quiet voice again. James and Sirius even left me alone, but I heard their voices before I closed the door behind me.

"So, did she talk to you?" "What was going on with her?" "Is there something-"

The door slammed behind me and my head seemed to explode with questions.

#marauders era #marauders #the marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin angst

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yrluvjane · 2 days

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hello!! your writing is marvelous, can i please get a sirius x fem reader where she’s feeling touch deprived (as if thats even possible when ur dating sirius black) and she wants to be all clingy and cuddly but she’s feeling too shy to ask for it directly and so she keeps trying to find excuses to be close to sirius and he catches on and lathers her in love and hugs and kisses? Thank you <3333

I'm so lonely and very desperate for attention :(

It wasn't that Sirius wasn't attentive; it was quite the opposite. He was always ready with a warm embrace, a playful touch, or a sweet kiss. But for some reason, you felt like you needed more than usual, a longing for the comfort of his touch that you couldn't quite bring yourself to ask for directly.

You were....shy about it, and the last thing you wanted was to come off as needy. But as the week wore on, the yearning grew stronger, and you found yourself concocting excuses to be close to him. It started subtly: a lingering touch here, a leaning shoulder there. Yet, Sirius seemed oblivious, or so you thought.

One evening, you found yourself in the common room, curled up on the couch with a book. Sirius was sprawled out on the floor, casually leafing through a Quidditch magazine. The common room was bustling with activity, but your focus was solely on him. Every so often, you would sneak a glance in his direction, hoping he would notice your silent plea for closeness.

You shifted on the couch, stretching out your legs and accidentally-on-purpose nudging Sirius with your foot. He looked up, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Hey, love," he said, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Need something?"

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a bit foolish. "Just… getting comfortable," you mumbled, your cheeks heating up.

Sirius raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He simply nodded and returned to his magazine. You sighed inwardly, feeling frustrated with yourself. Why couldn't you just tell him what you wanted?

A few moments later, you set your book aside and slid off the couch, making your way over to where Sirius lay. You settled down beside him, close enough that your legs touched. He glanced at you again, a curious look in his eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

"Not at all," he replied, his grin widening. He put his magazine aside and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort of his touch.

For a while, you both sat there in companionable silence, the only sounds being the crackling of the fire and the chatter of your friends. You leaned your head against Sirius's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. But it still wasn't enough. You needed more.

Taking a deep breath, you shifted slightly, draping your legs over his lap. Sirius chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against your thigh.

"Comfy?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Mm-hmm," you murmured, closing your eyes and snuggling closer. You felt his hand come to rest on your back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your spine. It was blissful, but the craving for his touch was still there, gnawing at you.

Sirius seemed to sense your unease. He tilted his head, studying your face with a thoughtful expression. "What's going on, love? You seem… off."

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. How could you explain that you just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, to feel his touch all over you? It sounded silly in your head.

But Sirius wasn't one to let things go. He shifted, turning so he could face you properly. "Hey," he said softly, cupping your cheek with his hand. "Talk to me."

You sighed, feeling a bit foolish but knowing you couldn't keep it in any longer. "I just… I feel like I need more?...of you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "More hugs, more kisses, more… everything. But I didn't want to seem clingy."

Sirius's eyes softened, and he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead. "Oh, love," he murmured. "You never have to worry about that with me. I love giving you all the affection you want and need. You only have to ask."

His words were like a balm to your soul, soothing the anxiety that had been building up. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you buried your face in his chest, clinging to him tightly. "I just didn't want to be a bother," you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

Sirius wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "You're never a bother to me," he said firmly. "I love you, and I love being close to you. If you need more, I'll give you so much more you will eventually get sick of me."

" 'Not possible."

"You say that now."

You chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you.

"I love you too," you whispered.

Sirius tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It was gentle and full of love, a promise to forever be there for you, a reassurance you desperately needed. When he pulled back, he gave you a playful grin. "How about we make up for lost time, then?"

Before you could respond, he shifted, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. He peppered your face with kisses, each one light and playful, making you giggle. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he continued his affectionate assault.

"Feeling better?" he asked between kisses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Much better," you replied, a wide smile spreading across your face.

Sirius continued to hold you close, his hands roaming your back and sides, his touch soothing and comforting. You felt the tension leave your body, replaced by a warm, contented feeling. You snuggled closer, resting your head against his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

For the rest of the evening, Sirius kept you close, showering you with the affection you had been craving. He held you, kissed you, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making you feel loved and cherished even as people came and go.

And as the night wore on, you found yourself feeling more relaxed and and at peace than you had in days.

Sirius was your rock, your source of comfort and love as long as you had him by your side, you could face anything.

"I love you, Sirius," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

"Don't overdue do it with the cheesiness, I have a reputation to uphold here," he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection and undeniable mischief. You got up from his embrace and hit him with a cushion pillow, bringing him down, "Hey! What happened to the "I love you, Sirius" ?" Said boy's arms wrapped around you and pulled you down with him.

And as you laughed you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.