#remus is ticklish

[chameleon66]

Laugh for Me!

Ships: Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)

Word count: 2785

Warnings: Censored swearing, Remus being Remus, mild angst, tickling, pranks, teasing (Let me know if I need to add anyhting)

Remus was unhinged in every way possible, good and bad. Part of the reasoning behind it was just who he was. I mean he is the personification of every morbid, sexual or intrusive thought that danced its way through Thomas’s head so no one could really blame him for being himself. But another part of it was because he enjoyed others' reactions to it, every reaction he got.

When Patton would scream in terror or when Virgil would hiss at him, it all filled him with glee. He loved observing the other sides reactions to his antics and figuring out what freaked them out and what didn’t freak them out.

But one reaction he did love getting from others was laughter, other’s laughing just made his heart figuratively explode in his chest. So after stewing on the fact that he enjoyed making other people laugh for a fraction of a second he created a new experiment and so began “Operation make every side laugh and figure out what makes them laugh so he can exploit it whenever necessary and also think of a shorter name for this operation.”

Surprisingly Virgil was the easiest one to figure out with minimal research, he laughed whenever Patton made a pun and Remus couldn’t tell at first if it was because it annoyed Logan when Patton made puns or if he actually liked them, so he would have to gather more data.

Luckily after some spying, he found that even when Logan wasn’t in the room when Patton made puns, the jokes always made Virgil laugh, quite honestly he was expecting something very different from ‘Charlie Frown’. But he wrote it down in his notes nonetheless as Virgil’s Hysterical Hacker (That's the name he came up with).

Patton was also elementary to figure out, as the happiest side he would laugh at a lot of things. At first Remus thought that Patton’s Hysterical Hacker would also be puns but it occurred to him Patton didn’t really laugh at puns, even if they weren’t made by himself but then Remus made a discovery.

One day as he went to the kitchen to fetch one of his Cock shaped popsicles from the fridge he found Patton sitting in the kitchen on the computer laughing like a hyena of helium, Remus almost had to be concerned if he was breathing or not.

When he asked Patton what was so funny he was shown a twenty minute compilation video of cat videos on youtube. Some cat’s fell into boxes and others played with balls of yarn but regardless it all made Patton squeal so Remus wrote ‘Cat videos’ down as Patton’s Hysterical Hacker.

Roman took a bit of investigating but as it turned out the answer was right in front of Remus' face, it was rooted in his dear twin brother’s love of Disney. One family love night it was Roman’s turn to choose the movie and he went with a Winnie the Pooh movie much to Remus’s, Janus’s and Logan’s displeasure.

Watching the movie was like folding socks level boring but then something caught Remus interest, after the gang tried to catch a ‘Backson’ all of them fell down a hole except for Piglet who then was challenged to find something to get them out of the hole with.

Piglet’s attempts were all stupid and fueled by miscommunication between Piglet and Rabbit. The scene wasn’t what caught Remus’s interest though it was Prince's not so charming reaction that got him listening.

Roman was rolling with laughter throughout the scene which led Remus’s to the ever so boring conclusion that Roman’s hysterical hacker was, family humor. Something that could be found in every Disney movie ever to exist.

Remus still wrote it down though and moved to the next side.

Janus was a challenge, despite having lived with him in the darkisde of the mindscape for most of his life, Janus never really went into hysterics, sure he’d chuckle but that was all Remus usually saw out of him.

But Remus did get an idea, Janus always seemed to be amused at other’s pain or displeasure like when Logan would get a papercut and Patton would insist on kissing it better or when Virgil’s pet spider Kat would escape his room and Patton would jump on the table and scream.

So as an experiment Remus poured a big helping of salt into Roman’s coffee one morning and when Roman began screaming of how it felt like he was ‘drinking the water of cold, unforgiving and salty seas’ Janus went into his deep villainous belly laugh at the scene. While Logan just rolled his eyes and Patton ran up to Roman all concerned like the father figment he was.

(Virgil was still asleep because he’s not a morning person)

That result said it all, Janus’s Hysterical hacker was another's pain/misfortune. Remus beamed as he wrote it down in his notes.

Hysterical Hackers

Emo widow — puns

Daddy — cat videos

Romano Cheese — family friendly humor

Lies and dulls — other’s pain

Logie bear —

But as Remus finished writing he came to a realization, there was one side left to figure out. His boyfriend. Logan.

You’d think that being his lover Remus could figure out his Hysterical Hacker with ease but now that Remus was thinking about it, he hadn’t really seen Logan laugh before. Maybe he had seen him chuckle once or twice but Remus couldn’t even recall a specific time he saw Logan do that.

That realization made Remus feel sad, He couldn’t remember a time his own boyfriend, the freaking light of his light, had laughed.

But that realization also made Remus more determined than ever to complete his research project. He'd make Logan laugh even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

It was time to get serious. Logan as the logical side didn’t spend time doodling on emotions or things like that so Remus had little to go off of. So that meant he’d need to experiment.

Remus cracked joke after joke around Logan day after day but came up empty handed each time.

Remus upped his pranking game on all of the other sides but each time Logan observed a prank happening he would only roll his eyes at the display.

Remus spied on Logan for hours on end but he got nothing even, when Logan was alone he wouldn’t laugh at anything.

Remus kept trying day after day to get Logan to laugh, he kept getting more and more desperate for it. It almost became like a craving to hear Logan laugh; it was starting to drive Remus insane. He just had to hear Logan laugh, he just had to!

After a full week, Remus had run out of patience so that meant he would need to get information straight from the source and not through spying, experiments or research.

“Logan, I need your help.” Remus rose up into Logan’s room with no warning and interrupted the rhythm of clattering keys of Logan’s computer.

Logan turned in his spinnable desk chair to face his boyfriend, Logan’s rise teemed with interest. They had collaborated on many different projects together and it only made sense really, they were a perfect pair for answering questions.

“Yes Remus, how may I be of assistance?” Logan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Remus didn’t hesitate before he started explaining his predicament to Logan.

“So I started this research project a few weeks ago about what each of the sides hysterical hackers are.”

Logan’s head tilted to the side like a curious puppy’s would.

“Hysterical Hacker?”

“What makes each side laugh, like really laugh.” Remus contextualized

“Ok, please continue.”

“So after I figured out the other’s Hysterical Hackers and I moved on to yours but I couldn’t really find anything that makes you laugh even after I did experiments, observations, you know that sciency stuff you're supposed to do.”

Logan gave a hum of understanding before he got up from his desk chair before speaking again. “I must admit I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”

“Well I could tell that much.” Remus joked sarcastically but inside he was bursting with curiosity. He had come to find out what makes Logan laugh but it appeared that even Logan didn’t know.

“But if you wish, I can help you gather more data.” Logan offered and Remus didn’t hesitate before he responded.

“Yes, so where do we start Logie?”

“Firstly I’d like to hear what results you got with the other’s”

“Well P*ssys is family disney humor, papa bear’s is cat videos, Double dee’s is other pain and tickle me emo ‘s is pun of all things.”

Logan's face tinged with a blush and Remus wondered for a minute if it was something he said. Logan didn’t mind Remus’s colorful vocabulary and his usual reaction to it was an eyeroll, so what prompted the blushing?

Logan centered himself and pushed more words out. “I see, well then since everyone’s Hysterical Hacker is different, we can assume that mine is different too.”

“Lo lo are you ok, your face is all red?”

“I’m quite alright Remus.” Logan’s answer however did not satisfy Remus and he didn’t need the snake like lie detector to know Logan wasn’t telling him the truth. So Remus did the only Logical thing.

Remus ran forward full speed at Logan and tackled Logan down to the floor, sitting on his hips and hands pushing down on his belly to keep him down

“Re–Remus what are you doing?” Logan’s voice was up a few ocatives and the blush on his face got redder and spread across his face.

“You are going to tell me why you are all blushy or I will leave at the top of a broken ferris wheel until you confess!” Remus never made an empty threat and Logan knew this all too well.

“I’m fine–just get your hands off–off me!” Logan's voice also sounded a bit strained and Remus could help but wonder why. That’s when he noticed Logan’s belly trembling under his hands and before Remus could truly think it through he began skimming his fingers over Logan’s tummy.

Logan’s lips flattened and he bit down on his bottom lip which was enough for Remus to understand.

“Aww… is the nerd ticklish?” Remus asked in a baby voice that made Logan so flustered he couldn’t even get words out.

But that still answered Remus' question, Remus found a way to make Logan laugh and he’d say now was a pretty good time to exploit it.

Given Logan seemed to be able to hold in his laughter while Remus was tickling his tummy that meant it wasn’t his weak spot and that meant Remus would need to experiment some.

“Where are you ticklish Starlight?” Remus asked, pausing the movement of his hands for Logan to catch his breath and answer. Remus, being smart, also pulled both of Logan's hands above his head and put them both in his left hand freeing his right hand for tickling.

“I am not ticklish!” Logan insisted, which was the biggest lie Remus ever heard.

“Oh ok, so if I were to pinch your side then you wouldn’t react?” Remus' hand went to pinch Logan’s side and Logan’s mouth tightened around itself probably in an effort to not laugh.

“You need to laugh!” Remus stated. “I command you to laugh for me!” With that being said Remus started scribbling his nails into Logan’s side and then it was all over.

“Ahhhhhahahahahahah no no no REEhehehmush nohahahahahahaht there.” Logan’s laugh was so sweet and light and Remus became addicted to it almost instantly.

“No way Jose, now I need to find all of your tickle spots, so you make things easy and just tell me where your tickle spot is or I can tickle you everywhere until I find it.” Both of Remus’s options were not what Logan was hoping for but Remus was so adorable and maybe he would go easy on him if just told him.

All taken into consideration Logan got out in between laughs “Knees” and Remus did not need to told twice.

Remus let go of Logan’s hands and turned around and sat on Logan’s thighs. Remus' hands went onto Logan's knees and gave them each a squeeze, Logan let out a squeal and his leg began thrashing around, trying to escape.

“Someone’s got very ticklish knees.” Remus smirked at Logan as he began to trace circles around them which got Logan giggling. “But I don’t think your knees are what I’m looking for.”

“Wehehehehehell whahahahat are you lohohohahahaking for?” Logan’s speech was infested with giggles and it made the ever so stoic logical side look a little sillier.

“Your Hysterical Hacker of course!” Remus exclaimed, punctuating the sentence with a squeeze of Logan’s kneecap. “If you won’t laugh on your own, then I’ll make you.”

Well if Logan wasn’t flustered before, he most certainly was now. Remus stopped tickling his knees and Logan took the chance to catch his breath because he knew that Remus wasn’t done with him yet.

Remus carefully examined Logan trying to decide on where else to try tickling him. His sides and knees were certainly good spots but not the best spot clearly. Then Remus’s eyes fell on Logan’s feet which were still dressed in shoes and socks.

In all of the time Remus had spent spying on Logan he hadn’t really seen Logan take off his shoes much. Except when just before he went to bed.

Oh Remus was good.

Wasting no time Remus moved down and sat on Logan’s legs and began to untie the laces on Logan’s shoes, it didn’t take long for Logan to catch on to Remus' devious plan.

“No, no Remus! No, not there!” Logan tried pulling his legs out from Remus but with no success due to Remus’s weight being on top of him.

“Actually Lo lo you said you’d help me find your Hysterical Hacker and if you really want to help me then you’ll sit nice and still and let me experiment.” Remus’s voice had gone uncharacteristically flat as he talked to Logan and Logan found himself with no other options than just to sit there and wait.

Once Logan’s socks were off his feet Remus started Gently running his fingers down the arch of Logan’s foot and he was not expecting the reaction that he got.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* HAHAHAHA REHEHAHAHAH *Snort*”

Remus’s finger’s stopped and he looked back at Logan, who was bright red and now had a hand covering his mouth in embarrassment.

“Jesus f*cking christ Logan, did you just snort?” Remus asked in disbelief, were his ears playing tricks on him?

Logan looked away but nodded, Remus shocked expression turned into an ear splitting grin as he squealed to Logan. “Oh my f*ck that’s so adorkable!”

“No it’s not, it's embarrassing!” Logan argued, Remus's gears were now turning. Was this why Logan never laughed? Because he was embarrassed. Well wouldn’t do at all.

Remus grabbed Logan's foot again and began tickling the skin under his toes and that got Logan screaming.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* NHOHOHOHOHOHO *Snort* REHEHEHEHAHAHAMUHUHS.”

“Logan, you listen to me, and listen well!” Remus ordered to the laughing side beneath him. “Your laugh is amazing and you had better start laughing more often and if you don’t then I’ll tickle you until you pass out everyday, ok?”

“YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSHSHSH OK JUHUHUHSTSTST STSTAHAHAP!”

Remus let go of Logan’s foot and got up off of him. Remus sat and watched his Boyfriend catch his breath and once he saw Logan lay limp on his bedroom floor he spoke to him.

“Hey, you alive?”

“Well no thanks to you.” Logan grumbled back to him.

“It was for science, my laughy Logie.” Remus insisted to Logan.

“Don’t call me that.” Logan though found himself giggling at the silly pet name.

“But it suits you so well.” Remus came down to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek which must have changed Logan’s mind because he didn’t argue back anymore.

“Well then I need to go update notes, I love you my laughy Logie.” Remus sunk down and rose back into his room to finish up his notes.

Hysterical Hackers

Emo widow — puns

Daddy — cat videos

Romano cheese — family friendly humor

Lies and dulls — other’s pain

Logie bear — tickling his sides, knees or feet (further research might be needed for my laughy Logie)

#random #remus sanders #sander sides #logan sanders #sanders sides tickles #sanders sides #ticklish!logan #sanders side fic #intrulogical #i love them #logan x remus #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #lee!logan

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

Sirius who loves deep pressure therapy when he's anxious and his massive 200 cm boyfriend who is happy lie on him because he is Warm

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus even gives him lil kisses #they make sirius giggle bcs hea ticklish #theyre so in LOVE #gay people!! #dead gay wizards #marauders era #the marauders #sirius and remus

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 3 - Shriek

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Sirius/Remus

Summary: Sirius loves the sounds Remus makes, especially when they surprise him.

Words: 891

[Tickletober prompts]

Remus was, despite being terribly quiet in most aspects of his life, quite vocal around Sirius.

(Get your mind out of the gutter, now.)

As children Sirius found that Remus didn’t say much, perhaps due to Sirius’ own inability to shut up and give him space to reply, but mostly he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. They dealt with that eventually, the four of them, realizing Remus wasn’t shy as much as he was scared of saying the wrong thing. “It’s okay, you know,” an eleven year old James said, grinning toothily at him in a way that made Remus smile back ever so slightly. “We won’t judge what you say.”

“We might tease you a little bit, but that’s all,” Sirius added, making Remus laugh for the first and certainly not the last time.

Remus grew more vocal as the years passed, resulting in him finding ways to turn even Sirius speechless at times, although usually because he was too busy admiring him for whatever sound he was making.

(Yeah, he was crushing hard. He refused to talk about it.)

The most surprising sound was hearing Remus shout. It didn’t happen often. Usually if he got angry he would snap and then go quiet, probably leaving the room to stew over whatever was going on alone. One day Sirius would talk to him about how his showing emotions didn’t mean he was a monster, but truth be told he didn’t like seeing Remus angry because it always turned into self-loathing if you approached him in the midst of it. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to cause that.

He’d only shouted a handful of times. Sirius had been rendered speechless during all of them.

The most comforting sound was the sound of him rambling when he was tired. The nonsense that could come out of that boy was astounding, and Sirius never used what he said against him since he knew Remus didn’t really think when he was half-asleep. This usually happened when they were alone, or far enough from others for only Sirius to hear. Head leaning back against the couch or, more commonly now, against Sirius’ shoulder (!!), words that made very little sense pouring out as Remus fought the futile fight against sleep. 

“Is that so?” Sirius would say, and Remus would hum as if they were on the same page and so very glad they were.

Sirius’ favorite sound was his laughter, naturally. He didn’t get to hear it as often as he heard James’ or Peter’s, but it was there, lingering in the background, much more quiet than all of theirs. James had once described Remus’ laughter as timid, which Sirius had to agree on.

It was louder when they were alone, though. That was Sirius’ most favorite form of it.

“It wasn’t that funny,” he was saying now, grinning at a giggling Remus.

Night hadn’t fully gripped the castle yet, but autumn was speeding up the process and Remus seemed exhausted at barely eight in the evening now. You’d think it’d be a good enough reason for him to go to bed early, but Sirius found him late at night in the common room with his face in a book much too often anyway. He’d been doing homework of all things that evening, the room nearly entirely empty, when Sirius had joined in. Add Remus’ exhaustion to Sirius inability to be, well, serious, and they were giggling in no time.

“All right,” he said as Remus pressed his face to his arm. “I’ll show you funny.”

Remus’ giggles intensified in a way Sirius felt honored to hear when he started poking at his back, an unconventional tickle spot that Sirius never wasn’t taking advantage of.

“How’s that?”

“Stop,” Remus whined, although the way he was squirming, barely moving that is, told Sirius he wasn’t being entirely truthful about wanting it to stop. 

“Hmm, maybe later. I have a spot I’d like to try.” Not that he hadn’t tried it before, but he was just using any excuse now to keep hearing this laughter, although he hadn’t expected Remus to shriek when he went for his hip.

Sirius had never heard this sound before and found himself momentarily frozen before squeezing his hip again. The sound wasn’t as desperate the second time, although it was definitely still a shriek of some sort.

That was the moment Sirius fully fell in love. That and when Remus looked up at him, joy glittering in his eyes and his scrunched up face and his helpless grin. Sirius was fucking done for.

“What was that sound,” he said anyway, laughing when Remus whined.

“Don’t tease,” Remus said, grabbing Sirius’ wrist. “I wasn’t prepared.”

Sirius poked his stomach. “I would never.”

“Yes, you would.”

“Well, would you blame me?”

Remus pressed his face against his chest this time, mumbling something incomprehensible before he started giggling again, although Sirius wasn’t tickling him anymore.

“I think we should go to sleep,” Sirius said with a hammering heart. He needed to process whatever the hell was happening inside of him alone.

“Mm, in a minute,” Remus said without moving, and Sirius spidered his fingers over his lower back on instinct before letting his touch soften to a caress. Remus hummed and Sirius refused to overanalyze it just yet.

He was saving that for later.

#tickling #ticklish!remus #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #hp fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 3 #n writes

[potatohater]

Probably the best tickle scenario you could’ve find where Sirius and Remus discovered that Harry is ticklish‼️‼️ im in my hp phase please

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If Sirius wouldn’t die I bet that Harry and him would live in some apartment together. They also invited Remus A LOT.

Once during the summer Remus was relaxing in the living room when he heard some strange noises from other room, and then Sirius ran up to him with the biggest smile on his face that he’s ever seen screaming that: HARRY IS TICKLISH. While Harry doesn’t understand a word because he has never been actually tickled. And here he is – 15 years old boy, standing into the door frame, holding on his stomach because what the hell was that feeling that made him giggle? Remus and Sirius gave each other “that” look and they attacked. Because Harry has never experienced that, he didn’t even try to hold his laugh, and it was high-pitched, boyish and absolutely adorable. He was so much like James in this way, they had similar spots and laugh sounded familiar. He squirmed a lot tried to hide his face, or shut his mouth. It was priceless.

This actually repeated a lot of times, especially when Remus was at their house. (he poked one of them and said that it wasn’t him). And also he was the one that said to Harry that Sirius has the same weakness; now that was getting interesting. It doesn’t matter, what Remus was doing, he always left his things behind and just watched them. It was that moments that he missed with them. Separately and both. He knew that James would be happy to watch his best friend tickle the shit out of his son.

Sooner or later Sirius would understand that Remus was starting half of the fights, so in the middle of another one, he just whispered to Harry that Remus is not better than him, and that was an actual point where the fun began. When Harry asked was it true, Remus insisted that he is a werewolf, and they are NOT ticklish, and that he didn’t even know how it felt like. And it was a lie.

So basically they all had fun with each other, I just love the idea that Remus and Sirius raised Harry 😭

Maybe I’ll write a fic with this idea, who knows🤭

#father son tickles #ticklish harry potter #harry potter tickle #ler!sirius #ler!remus #I love it

[kourtniwritesagain]

wolfstar tickle headcanons if you don't mind?

Sirius is ticklish in allllll the classic places: underarms, feet, ribs, stomach. And he is the switchiest of all the switches! He isn't shy about asking for tickles when he wants them. He'll straight up walk to Remus and drop, "I need you to tickle the fuck outta me." And Remus is more than happy to oblige. He starts almost every single tickle fight the Marauders have. And God help the poor bastard that gets teamed up on by James and Sirius. Sirius loves tickling Remus the most. Remus is such a serious person (understandably), that Sirius will tickle him practically every day.

Remus is verrrryyyyy ticklish. This dude is ticklish on his friggin' calves for goodness sake. He is ticklish everywhere. His parents were very affectionate, but Remus was bitten when he was only 5. Growing up, he didn't necessarily want physical affection as much due to the bite and his inward hatred of himself. But then Sirius fuckin' Black came into his life and touched him all the damn time. The first time Sirius found out Remus was ticklish was two days after they were roomed together at Hogwarts. James and Sirius were torturing Peter and Remus casually stated they would kill the boy if they didn't stop soon. Prompting James and Sirius to turn their attentions to Remus. Remus will deny it, but he absolutely loved it! Sirius became Remus' main tickler. A few days after one bad full moon (once he'd healed completely), Sirius couldn't take Remus' downtrodden expression anymore and proceeded to tickle the ever loving shit out of Remus. He tickled him for close to half an hour straight, only stopping every so often to kiss Remus' stupid adorable face.

#kourtni answers things #wolfstar #ticklish!remus #ticklish!sirius #harry potter series

[kquil]

POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PART 4

04 : DISAPPEAR

SUM. : you find out the truth about the boys' relationship

REQUEST. : this might be a dumb question but are the marauders also all in a poly relationship with each other? if so, i'd love one where the reader finally has that realisation and gets all blushy and starts to consider if they'd ever want to include her —@thepunisherfrankcastle

TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james ; tattoo artist sirius ; piercer remus ; only slight fluff ; mostly angst ; im so sorry ; reader finds out the truth ; but not really in the best way ; major misunderstanding trope ; sirius isn't a bad person! ; poly relationship revealed ; yay? ; distance ; walking away trope-ish ; james is precious ; remus trying to make the hard decisions ; our boys need a hug ; wolfstar ; starchaser ; angst angst angst ; im sorry im sorry im sorry!

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Hearing James giggling fills your chest with warmth and is so contagious that you have to bite your lip so as not to join him. He sees your resistance and moves his hand, making you freeze up and stop all movement. His index finger curls under your chin to lift your gaze as his thumb settles on your bottom lip and slowly draws it out from the press of your upper teeth. 

“I can’t be the only one laughing, angel,” on his face is an innocent smile but you know he’s devilish — the raging fire he lights up inside you with the smooth delivery of his simple statement is evidence enough that he’s up to no good.

His light grasp offers barely any resistance when you lift your chin away, “that’s because I’m not ticklish like you,” 

“Hey now,” he warns firmly but you can see the mutual playfulness reflecting clearly in his hazel eyes, it was like staring into clear honey, “you’re the one who’s colouring in my tattoo like a toddler,” 

“I was bored,” you defend a little too quickly, getting huffy and exaggerating a pitiful pout. It was… a sight, James admits in his head; you look adorable like this and he wants to frame the image in his memory forever, “and besides, you agreed to it,”

“Yeah, so don’t tease me about being ticklish,” his hand reaches up to play with a strand of your hair before he leans down to press a kiss onto your forehead, where you feel his mischievous smile lift up the corner of his lips, “instead, tell me how much you love to hear my laugh,”

There’s no way you’ll ever admit that. Not to his face, at least…

“Woah, comfy are we?~” came the familiar teasing voice of Sirius, who walks into the room and almost has his eyes bulging out at the sight of you and James, “you lucky bastard, Prongs,” Sirius clicks his tongue but there’s no malice in his eyes or tone, “shirtless, all relaxed and cool, leaning back into the sofa with our doll on your lap and colouring in your tats,” your cheeks heat up under your skin when a shameless expression takes over James’s face and he sends a wink over at his fellow tattooist. 

“I guess I saved the universe in a past life,” James chuckles, receiving an eye roll in return.

“And you, princess,” Sirius whistles playfully and leans down to kiss the crown of your head, “how lucky you are to have such well-sculpted muscles and a handsome face entertaining you,” the heat on your cheeks continue to blossom, “I don’t know who I’m more jealous of,”

That was the first time you were hinted at Sirius’s dichotomy. Between the wink he sends James and the satisfied grin the glasses-wearing brunette returns, you felt a slight shaking in your heart that you couldn’t quite place. 

It didn’t feel bad… but it didn’t feel good either…

After the first homemade lunch you made for them, you’ve gotten into the habit of regularly visiting the boys at the shop with boxed lunches whenever time nears noon. They often insisted that the first surprise lunch was enough thanks. 

“It’s really okay for you not to do this, dove,” Remus voices, slowly trailing off as he leans forward to wipe a stray crumb off the side of James’ mouth with his thumb, only to lick the crumb he wiped off without batting an eye. James pays him no mind either and continues savouring your cooking; he was always the one person who devoured your food as if he was a starved man being fed for the first time.

“But–” you quickly protest, trying to dismiss the small gesture between the two, “but I enjoy cooking for you,” 

“And we’re very grateful,” Sirius smiles warmly at you and takes your hand to press a kiss against your knuckles, “but your company is enough,” ever the flatterer and flirt, you resist the butterflies in your stomach from his gesture and words. 

“And we feel guilty that you have to buy and cook all this food,” Remus adds but you assure them one more time. 

“I promise I’ll stop if it ever gets too hard or burdensome but, for now, please let me do it…” the boys look at each other and smile following a unanimous sigh of defeat. You weren’t aware of the effect your soft pleas and pretty eyes had on them. Of course, they couldn’t say ‘no’ and agreed, satisfied with your pledge for the meantime. 

“Ugh! These cookies are amazing!” James praises, completely oblivious to the interaction you had with Remus and Sirius. He looks up and the three of you have to suppress your laughter at his childish appearance, crumbs surrounding his mouth as his cheeks puffed out from the food he still had to chew. 

“Swallow your food first, James,” Remus reminds, which James quickly does before addressing you again. 

“Can you please teach me?” James leans forward in earnest and you swear there are stars in his eyes, “please teach me how to make them so I can have them all the time. I’m an expert at making fruit tarts now but Moony and Padfoot are sick and tired of me making just fruit tarts,”

You were flattered but…“I want them to stay special though,” you pout softly, “I want to be the only person who bakes them for you,”

Before James could answer, Sirius breaks out into peels of laughter, “you don’t have to worry about that, doll,” he winks at you and side-eyes James with a smirk, “James sucks ass in the kitchen, especially when it comes to baking,” James shouts in protest but is swamped by the laughter shared between you, Remus and Sirius. Nevertheless, you finally agreed to teach him just so he stops pouting… even if he looked cute doing so. 

That Saturday, you were at their apartment, eager to teach James the secrets to your baking creations. Their flat was sizable and still relatively clean, which you verbally praise and are clued into all of their cleaning habits in more detail. It appears that they have a pretty good system going on that keeps things neat; Remus handles the organisation of all items and keeps stock on most things, Sirius proactively keeps all spaces clean and James loves doing laundry. When asked, he said that the main reason was because he liked the smell of clean sheets, which you couldn’t really blame him for. Together, their good habits cumulatively result in a tidy space and you were impressed; not only were they great friends but they functioned well together too. In some ways, you were envious of that. 

When you arrived at the apartment, the boys had all of the ingredients you sent over on a list laid out on their kitchen counters, ready to be put together and baked into your famous cookies. 

“Do you two want to join us?” you ask with a smile as James helped you into Sirius’ apron, tying up the strings behind you. 

“We’re good, darling,” Sirius smiles and offers to tie up your hair as James slips into his apron. You don’t deny his assistance and hand him over your hair tie as Remus observes the scene with a soft smile, leaning against the door frame that leads into the kitchen.

As much as Sirius and Remus disparaged James’ abilities to bake in the kitchen, he, once again, proved them wrong. He did pretty well with following your instructions and getting things done if you discounted the times he got distracted and had to pull you away from the work as well, just to share in the fun. The last time you baked together was a lot of fun and you were just as eager to get back into the kitchen with him in order to experience that joy all over again. Like last time, Sirius and Remus occupied the living room while you and James got to making the cookie dough before eventually baking the cookies. With the timer set, it won’t be too long before you’re happily serving everyone yours and James’ baked cookies with some tea and coffee. 

“It’s just down the hall,” James points out, directing you to their bathroom, “it’s the last door on your right,” with a quick word of thanks, you make your way out to relieve yourself while James gets started on clean up duty. You promised not to be too long so he didn’t have to clean all by himself but he just laughed it off and assured you to take all the time you need — ever the sweetheart. 

Your mood was light and happy and, like all other times you spent with the boys, it felt as if you were walking on air… that is, until you weren’t. From the corner of your eye, when passing the living room doorway, your heart came to a stuttering stop at the scene you happened upon. 

Seated on the sofa was Remus with Sirius’ laid down, his head on the tall brunette’s lap. It would have been a scene you could have easily shrugged off if it weren’t for Remus bending down so that the two could share a loving kiss. One that had Sirius running his fingers through Remus’ light brown hair, who returned the touch by tenderly gripping at Sirius’ thigh with a spare hand. You would have remained frozen there, like some petrified statue, if Sirius didn’t hum pleasantly only to have Remus chuckle against his lips. 

Hurrying to the bathroom, you struggle to get the scene out of your head as your heart breaks over and over again until the stinging pain in your chest dulls into a throbbing ache. 

If they were in a loving relationship then you were happy for them, truly…you were; they always looked so content and at bliss around each other, you felt stupid for not having put the puzzle pieces together yourself. It was just conflicting as to why they never hesitated to establish some sort of distance with you when they already had one another. They were together romantically and yet they were able to press loving kisses against your temple and wrap their arms around you with their loved one standing close by?...

“There you are,” James chuckles when you finally make it back into the kitchen, “I was starting to get worried that you somehow got lost on your way to the bathroom,” it was a weak attempt but you joined his laughter without offering to explain your whereabouts. Turning back to the sink, James returns to washing the dishes as you wordlessly get to wiping down the surfaces. He doesn’t appear to notice your sudden change in mood or, at least, he doesn’t let on that he knows; soon enough, he’s yapping away again, being his usual goofy self and drawing a smile from you. He almost makes you forget. You could always count on James to be your ray of sunshine; a happy bug who was eager to spread his contagious joy. 

Sirius and Remus were a… surprise, although you really should have known better than to not suspect anything. They’re happy though, and you’re happy for them; that’s what matters. 

It was hard to gauge whether or not you should confront them about the revelation you had about their relationship. You had to thoroughly think it over… 

There had to be a reason behind why Remus and Sirius didn’t want to tell you about their relationship and managed to get James in on it too. It must have been a very good reason. So you can’t fault them and resolve to stay silent on the matter. Their privacy needs to be respected; they’ll tell you when they’re ready, you’re sure of it. For now, you just have to act normal, as if nothing happened. The only problem was that you were left to wonder…

Why haven’t they told you? Is it awkward for them? Maybe they didn’t trust you enough? Did they think you were homophobic?— You’re not! You fully support all types of love in all its forms and would never be prejudicial towards them because they preferred the same gender. Or maybe they did trust you but the right time just never came up? That’s also plausible. They probably just need time…yeah! Time, you can give them that; you’re a very patient person, after all—

“—Dove?” 

“H-huh?” you blink rapidly, returning to the present as Remus tilts his head at you curiously. 

“Are you okay?” there’s an amused smirk painted across his lips as he eyes you up and down, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” his warm voice is like a comforting hug on an autumn day, one that makes you want to lose all thoughts and melt into his arms. 

“Y-yeah!” you chirp as embarrassment begins to creep in, “Sorry about that,” he laughs with you, “I guess I got distracted,” Remus nods, understanding in his eyes as he turns to the clock on the office wall.

“The both of us have been at it for a while,” he hums when reading the time, “I think we deserve a break,”

“Snack run?” 

Seeing the delight in your eyes, Remus laughs and presses a kiss to your temple. It takes everything in you not to lean away out of respect for Sirius —you still need to act as normal as possible so you don’t draw attention but it’s getting harder and harder to do so, “snack run,” he confirms, his gaze lingering on your tight-lipped smile. It’s an awkward tilt of your lips and it doesn’t belong on your usually soft and brightly beaming features, Remus thinks to himself. He wants to ruminate on it’s appearance further but files away his thoughts for another day, “let me tidy up here first and I’ll meet you out front,”

Nodding stiffly, you hurry to leave and get to the front of the parlour, where you can safely catch your breath. There, you can recalibrate your thoughts and feelings from a safe distance—

Your gradually slowing thoughts come to a grinding halt as you pass. 

What did you just see?...

Angling yourself carefully and peeking through the crack of the door, you resist the urge to gasp in horror. In an otherwise empty tattoo room, Sirius sits in his tech chair and angles himself upwards as James stands and leans down to meet the former in a sweet kiss. 

Scandalised, you cover your mouth and step away from the door, suppressing a scream as racing thoughts pour into your head. 

SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!

All breath escapes you and the world begins to spin. The charming, loyal and honest character of Sirius that you’ve built up in your head breaks apart and you’re left spiralling at the implications of his betrayal. You feel like crying and vomiting and throwing a rage-filled fit all at the same time! Wait! —No! It’s not about what you want to do it’s about what you need to do and that’s to—

It was then that you hear Remus walking down the steps behind you. Your heart jumps in your chest and your stomach caves in on itself. Leaning forward, you peek through the crack in the open door again and find Sirius carefully prepping his tools for a later appointment while James is against one wall on the other side of the room, checking something on the computer. 

Good… Remus doesn’t have to see anything… you think to yourself, although the thought alone makes your heart break all over again. 

“Ready to go?” Remus asks, approaching you with a lifted brow of curiosity. He’s probably wondering why you haven’t made it to the front of the parlour yet. 

“I-I was just thinking!…uhh,” you bite your lip and try to keep your rising panic from reflecting in your eyes. 

“Hmm?”

“I don’t really want to go on a snack run,”

“Oh?” Remus didn’t even try to hide his surprise, it wasn’t like you to not go on a snack run — so much for wanting to act normal… “How come?”

“I just remembered something-!” it was a lame excuse but you could kill two birds with one stone through this, it’ll be worth it, “-something I wanted to talk to Sirius about—”

“You called?~” speak of the devil and he shall appear. Upon hearing his name, Sirius pulls open the door and flashes his usual charming smile, which only draws a chilling glare from you. Caught off-guard, Sirius blinks in surprise, “What’s the matter, dollface?”

A taunting whistle floats through the air from behind him as James steps up and eyes your unusually angry expression, “what did you do this time, Pads?”

“I-I don’t know…” his normally confident, unwavering voice stutters and is offered cautiously, almost scared despite the tattooist standing a good few inches taller than you. 

Finding some confidence, you square your shoulders and address Remus again but keep your glare focused on Sirius, “Why don’t you and James go on a snack run while I talk to Sirius?” you almost snap out the cheater’s name from spite. You can’t believe you ever deluded yourself into thinking he was a good person that could do no wrong. He’s charmed you, Remus and James, tricked all three of you and you weren’t going to stand for it. 

The two boys jokingly wish their friend ‘good luck’ as they walk past and head out, promising to get his favourites so he can nurse his wounds from the verbal beat-down he was about to receive with something yummy. It’s clear that James and Remus don’t really believe you’re capable of delivering much vengeance or rage but the fire in your eyes tells Sirius otherwise. As soon as the front door closes behind the two, you push Sirius back into the private tattoo room before he could utter a single word. 

“You need to explain yourself, Sirius Orion Black and you need to do it now!” you demand, your voice harsh and biting, something you’ve never done in front of the boys before and catches the traitor, in your eyes, by complete surprise. Sirius doesn’t know what he’s done but he already feels incredible guilt and sorrow over it. He’s never wanted to draw out such a horrid emotion out of you; you’re only allowed to feel happiness and love and comfort. Not this. Never this…

“I-I don’t understand, princess—” he reaches for you but you step away from his touch, your piercing glare and obvious rejection stabbing a knife through his chest. You’ve never pulled away from his reach before, he’s not used to this. What did he do? He would take it all back, whatever he did, if it meant that you would lean into his touch again rather than pull away. He’d do anything to quash the evident flames of rage in your eyes. What did he do?... What did he do goddamnit?! 

“I saw it! I saw everything! You’re playing both of them!” you shout, your rage lashing out and scorching him with their intense heat. There was no holding you back, you told him everything, about how you saw his kiss with Remus and James. His eyes widen in shock before filling with horror, which does nothing but corroborate your heart breaking revelations, “I don’t want to believe it! How could you do this to them, Siri?...” your shouting voice slowly quietens and tapers off at the end, quivering like a shaken autumn leaf. So heartbroken over the fact, your rage quickly turns into sorrow and tears quickly fill your eyes, “You’re better than that, I know you are!” and you really do. No matter how betrayed you feel and having witnessed the evidence first hand, you cling onto the little slither of faith you still had in Sirius, “Please tell them the truth, they deserve the truth… they deserve you being forthcoming with them because they’re good guys,”

Looking on at you, Sirius feels his heart break. This misunderstanding was tearing you up inside and, although it makes him happy to know that you would confront him and be angry for the boys at his supposed betrayal, watching you break down, and sob uncontrollably made Sirius’ heart twist and clench uncomfortably— painfully so. 

Without a word, he reaches out again and is able to bring you into his arms. You don’t return the gesture but you make no effort to push him away either. 

“Shhh Shhh Shhhhhh, darling…” Sirius whispers comfortingly, softly patting your hair as he waits for your sobbing to calm down enough for him to come clean. Scrap the plan, whatever bullshit plan they came up with to slowly ease you into accepting their relationship before selfishly asking for your love as well. He wasn’t going to let you continue misunderstanding their relationship, especially when it’s causing you so much pain, “...this is all a big misunderstanding…” he begins softly once your cries were finally reduced to soft sniffles, “do you know what polyamory is, sweetheart?”

“...n-no…”

“It’s when more than two people agree to be in a loving, romantic relationship with each other, all at the same time,” he explains in the same soft voice, his arms never pulling away from you as he feels you slowly lose your grip on resistance. 

“Is…is that…”

“Yes, that’s the relationship James, Remus and I are all a part of…” he looks down with a gentle smile and watches you peek up at him curiously. Sirius resists the urge to swoop down and pepper your face with kisses. Just when he thought his love for you couldn’t grow any bigger, here you were being the sweetest, most caring and lovable little thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 

However, you slowly begin to shake your head and the resistance in your eyes and expression returns. This time you push him away and keep him at arm's reach. Like a scared prey animal being cornered by a predator, you inch your way back until you're pressing yourself against the wall beside the door. It takes Sirius two steps forward to finally stop and keep his place so that you don’t feel pushed or stressed by his presence. 

“I-I won’t believe you until James and Remus say so…” 

He shrugs and gives you a pained smile. He supposes he can’t blame you for being cautious and not believing him, he’s the apparent ‘cheater’, afterall. 

You watch Sirius part his lips to voice something when you hear the parlour door open and rush into the hallway to see James and Remus walk in. The two were grinning cheekily at each other and their arms were piled high with an assortment of snacks. They held true to their promise; you could spot many of Sirius’ favourites among the pile and it made your stomach twist uncomfortably. 

As soon as the two look up and see your dishevelled form, your eyes pink and tearful, your bottom lip wobbling from restrained cries and your frame closed up like a frightened clam, the snacks are carelessly disregarded and they rush to your side. 

“Dove?” Remus calls, worry evident in his voice as he steals a glance at Sirius over your trembling shoulder. The response he was given — tight lips, drawn into a straight line and unreadable eyes — wasn’t enough, however and his chocolate pools hardened into brown stone. What. Did. You. Do?... Remus silently interrogated the tattooist.

“What happened, angel?” James immediately wraps his arms around you and you almost melt into his hold if it weren’t for your need to clarify everything dominating your thoughts. 

“Are you and Remus in a relationship with Sirius?” your hesitant voice, small and fraying at the edges, speaks up but barely above a whisper. The two men visibly stiffen beside you and you feel a well of tears quickly building up again; your thoughts immediately jumping to the worst possible outcome. 

“Tell her the truth. Give her peace of mind, lads,” Sirius speaks up, his own voice lacking its usual confidence and was reduced to a vulnerable softness. 

“Yes,” Remus affirms after a beat of silence. 

“We’re all consenting, we all love each other, mutually!” James pipes up, his tone bordering on defensive despite not knowing what he’s their relationship defending from, “You…you don’t think of us differently do you?”

“No! No no no! Of course not,” you quickly elucidate your thoughts, your shoulders relaxing as you turn and meet eyes with Sirius, mustering a small smile, “it’s actually quite a relief,”

Grinning softly, Sirius steps up to explain the situation, “Dollface over here thought that I was cheating on you and James with each other, Rem,” he chuckles softly, amusement in his eyes though it still lacked their full brightness, “she gave me a good shouting to and looked like she was ready to bite my head off if I didn’t ‘come clean’ to both of you,” Remus laughs and pulls Sirius into a sideways hug as James coos lovingly at you. 

“You got angry for us, angel?” James presses his face into your hair and nuzzles you affectionately, “you’re the sweetest~” he coos, his smirk growing as he feels an embarrassed heat radiating off your cheeks. 

“St-stop the James,” you whine with an awkward smile and wiggle yourself out of his arms, avoiding his pouting lips because you know your resolve will melt away at the sight. It was confirmed. They were in a relationship, all three of them, with each other. You should be happy that Sirius wasn’t a cheater and still the wonderful man you saw him to be. But, no matter how happy you were for them, the twisting of your stomach and the gaping hole in your heart wasn’t easily fixable. 

The following weeks, you maintained the friendship you had with the boys, who no longer felt the need to limit their intimate touches around you. However, whenever they tried to initiate affection with you, as per usual, once the innocent kiss on the temple and harmless hug was now fervently being rejected by you and pushed away. You had no intention of disrespecting their relationship, even if most acts of affection you exchanged as friends were innocuous. But, then again, it was also your way of protecting your already shattered heart. Yes, you could just stay away from them entirely but you had built such a strong friendship with them that it didn’t feel right to candidly pretend that you’ve never met them before. It’ll do more harm than the harm you were inflicting now…  

Ever the observant man that he was, Remus knew the instant reason behind your hesitation and was quick to reassure you the next time you were invited over for tea. 

“It’s really okay, sweetheart,” the tall brunette hums softly as James and Sirius agree from their own seats, “we’re okay with it and you aren’t going to come in between any of us, I promise you,”

Stubbornly, you shake your head, pulling a deep frown from all of them.

“Are you not comfortable with it?” James asks with uncertainty, his question and its potential implication is filled with enough dread to make even his two lovers stiffen up. 

You nod your head ‘yes’ and they slump in their rejection. It hurt to know that the revelation of their relationship had pushed you away when the basic nature of their affair meant more love for everyone. And they wanted it to include you… Their romance that led to such an abundance of love and promises of more was now paradoxically pushing you away. For once, they didn’t know what to do, not a single one of them could come up with any idea to resolve the ever-growing tension in your relationship. It was a rubber band ready to snap. 

“If you’re uncomfortable then we’ll respect that and keep our distance, touch-wise” Remus surrenders despite the heartbreak it gives him while Sirius shoots up and sends him an irate glare, one that Remus coldly returns. It wasn’t a question of their comfortability but yours, Sirius needed to regard that to the highest degree and Remus was all too ready to make him face the music. They can’t afford to lose you and if it meant that he needed to make the hard decisions then so be it.

“Thank you,”

“...do you not want to be around us anymore?” James speaks up, not necessarily taking things to their extremes but rather potential, future escalations. He’s seen it. In the days and weeks that followed the divulgence of their true relationship, bit by bit you have begun to pull away from them to the point where James can vividly see where the escalation of your behaviour will lead and it’s frightening. One day, you’ll just disappear and that terrifies him. 

“No no…” your weak defence, lacking true resolve, ignites a shock of terrorising fear in all three of them, their eyes shaking with trepidation. But you couldn’t see it because you couldn’t look at them, like a coward. Because that’s what you are — a coward. The heartbreak was chipping away at you. You thought you would be brave enough to see them happy together but you couldn’t. Because, not only were you a coward, but you were selfish too. Green with envy, you stewed in that awful, stomach-twisting, heart-aching, bitter-tasting, gut-wrenching feeling each time you saw every loving kiss, affectionate cuddle and sweetly whispered words. 

Throughout your friendship you grew to love each of them as more than a simple friend. You know it was wrong but they were all so charming in their own, unique way. They treated you sincerely, cared for you without any sinister, ulterior motives and they’ve successfully wormed their way into your life and heart, permanently. 

What was once something that brought you such joy, warmth and feelings of safety was now mercilessly ripping you apart. 

Their dynamic looked different to you now that you were looking through a different lens. They weren’t just close friends anymore, they were very much in love and have been romantically involved for a few years now — it was one of the first things you found out about their relationship. Its longevity was a testament to their unwavering love for each other and here you were, secretly, selfishly and salaciously hoping for your own slice of the love pie.  

How dare you…

Just because you’ve had such bad luck with love didn’t mean you had the right to wish for something that couldn’t possibly become yours. You have no right to ask them for love when they are completely content with their own.  

“Please don’t push us away, dollface,” Sirius begs softly, his steel grey eyes melting into a pool of mercury. Beautiful but poisonous. Something you want but can’t have. 

“I’m sorry,” you’re breathless when you see the genuine fear in their eyes and turn away from the sight. This isn’t the time to turn weak at the knees, “it’s getting pretty late, I should go,” shouldering your bag, you get up and rush to leave their flat. 

“Stay,” Remus half commands and half begs, almost stopping you in your tracks, “please stay… we need to talk to you about something important,” if there was any time for them to reveal the truth, it was now. Before they lose you, before they drown themselves in regret, before they fall into a pit of despair, before they—

“I’m sorry…” you repeat and, just as James feared, you disappear. 

A/N : this took such a long while to write but i wanted it to be perfect, thank you so much for requesting this darling @thepunisherfrankcastle it fit perfectly into the plot although i did make some slight altercations to your request. unfortunately, there's still more to go after this so i'm going to have to leave you darlings with a cliffhanger, look out for part 5! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

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[moonstruckme]

hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too. 

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter. 

James kisses it lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart. 

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.” 

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.” 

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.” 

“I just like blackberries best.” 

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean. 

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.” 

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth. 

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say. 

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus’ blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night. 

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.” 

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?” 

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?” 

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes. 

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness. 

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?” 

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind. 

“Flirt,” you accuse. 

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.” 

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Hiii!! Thank you so much for requesting! I think I'm going to take a break from posting dominant Remus (at least in this format) because I'm running out of ideas and the last one feels a bit half-assed lol. This doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing about Remus just other things.

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Remus always has to kiss the back of your hand when he's holding it between his own. He absentmindedly intertwines his long fingers with yours, pulling it to his lips as you walk down the hallways. When you're cooking, he always comes behind you, twirls you around and kisses your arm up to your shoulder. He trails kisses all over your shoulders, neck and face until you're a giggling mess in his arms; he loves knowing that only he can get those sounds out of you. And as his hand makes its way down your back, he can't believe how lucky he's managed to get. When his hand reaches your ass and he pulls you up, tangling your legs around his waist, he promises himself to always keep you next to him, safe and sound. He doesn't mean to be possessive, he really doesn't, but he can't help the way his hand kneads your thighs when someone looks at you for a bit too long. He can't help himself from marking them when he goes down on you, either. He loves how it makes you squirm when they are sensitive with his bites and kisses. His hand finds the back of your neck, his lips following as soon as your hair is pushed to the side. He loves how you squirm in his arms, clearly ticklish, but still press yourself closer to him.

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[ddejavvu]

Hi! I know it’s super early for a mvm request but I got this thought in my head on my way home from work and I can’t get it out!!!

Dealer!Remus x reader who always smells like lavender vanilla and Remus cannot get enough, Sometimes he’ll just stuff his face into her neck bc he “needs to relax” or she’ll catch him using her lotion and he’ll try to play it cool but she can see the blush on his face. One day Sirius is just like dude why do u smell like you walked thru a field of flowers before u came here? ugh I want him!!!!!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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Remus stinks like weed, and you're the antithesis. You're sweet flowers and tasty treats, and somehow that relaxes him more than the drugs.

He's smoking on the couch, a sitcom playing that's infinitely funnier to him while he's high than when he's not. You putter past with the laundry basket on your hip, fresh towels smelling not unlike yourself. You're not sure what wafted your scent over to him, maybe it was the swish of your hair, maybe it was the pop of your hip, but something gave him a whiff, and he turns to call after you.

"Dove," He murmurs, "C'mere."

"No time, Remus." You lament, propping the basket up on the counter, "There's cookies in the oven, the backyard chairs need hosing down, and I'm prepping my lunches for the week."

"I'll hose the chairs," He compromises, as if that somehow erases the timed pressure of your culinary tasks, "C'mere."

"Two minutes," You warn with narrowed eyes, and he nods faithfully.

The second you hit his lap, you know it'll be longer than that.

He stuffs his face into your neck, his nose butting flush to your pulse point. The breath he draws in is overexaggerated, and it makes you giggle from the ticklish feeling of his stubble against your throat.

"Mmm," He groans, bracing a hand on the back of your neck so that he can lean forwards, tipping you back without sending you to the floor, "'Wanna bottle you up, love. Drink you in all day. Do y'think you'd fit in my pocket?"

"No," You rest your forehead against his hair, kissing his temple as you slide your hand into his back left pocket, "But you could just start using my lotion if you like it that much."

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[sxriusblxck]

sweet and sour

summary: remus knows just how to get under your skin

warnings: teasing, remus being a little shit, kissing

word count: 1,018

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requested by the (platonic) loml, @unlust-fvck <33

"Why're you being so squirmy?"

You're both offended and annoyed by the question, because of the stupid smirk on his face and the fact that he knew exactly why you were being so damn squirmy.

The two of you were in the library, where you were supposed to be studying for your exams.

But things got sidetracked.

It truly wasn't your fault this time. Remus got bored easily, and you being the only other person in his vicinity, were the victim of his bored prodding.

First it was innocent, holding your hand, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair, stuff you could easily accept while studying. Then, as his boredom increased, it got harder to ignore. Kissing at your neck, fiddling with the buttons of your shirt, squeezing at your hips, all the things he knew you loved.

So, yes, you were squirmy, and he knew damn well why.

"You know why." You grumble, hating how coy he was being even though his hand was still under your shirt, warming your cool skin with his large fingers.

"Mhm, don't think I do."

He's got a grin on his face when you look at him, ear-to-ear with a certain smugness about it. You hated how you still found him cute, even when he was trying his hardest to get you to fold.

"You're being mean." You huff in exasperation, biting back the smile that threatened to curve at your lips.

"You love it." He winks.

You can't argue that, because as mean as he could be, there was always a layer of sweetness that coated it, reminding you that it was all coming from a place of love. You suppose it's the specific nature of his sourness that you enjoy, that you crave.

You only huff again, attempting to scoot further away from him so you could get some work done, but Remus wasn't having it.

Snaking a large hand around the leg of your chair, he tugs it forward so hard you nearly topple over. Letting out a startled gasp, you fall into his chest from the rough force of his pull.

"Rem!" You squeal.

"Jus' give me a cuddle, pretty baby." He pleads.

"We gotta-"

"You're so pretty, you know that?" He cuts you off, holding your head to his chest, stroking your hair sweetly. "Prettiest baby I know."

"Stop." Your cheeks are warm, trying to pull away from him to avoid his compliments, knowing that even though they were how he truly felt, they were mostly being said to pull your attention to him instead of your work.

"Got me head over heals f'you, darling. Jus' wanna hold you and never let you go." He whispers so sweetly you nearly cave.

You feel like you're on fire, squirming uncontrollably in his tight hold. He's managed to reduce you to a puddle of mush with only a few sentences, a power he'd learned from Sirius, you assume.

"We have to study, Remus." You scold lightly, wiggling out of his grip with surprisingly little resistance.

With a sigh, he nods. "Fine."

You only made it twenty-minutes before there was another boredom-fueled interruption.

He had placed his hand on your thigh only a few moments ago, innocent and undetected by your conscious mind. It was second nature for Remus to have a protective hand covering the expanse of your upper-leg, so you didn't think anything of it.

Until he started sliding it upward.

He'd successfully managed to reach the edge of your shorts before you noticed, halting casually when your eyes darted down to inspect the offending touch.

At first you tried to remain stoic, not wanting to let him know how much the simple brush of his hand on your thigh could affect you, but your thighs were sensitive, and he was dancing dangerously close to your ticklish spot.

"Remus." You suddenly grit, shooting him a sharp glare out of the corner of your eye.

"Yes, my darling?" He cocks his head innocently, a soft smile stretched across his pink lips, like a puppy who'd wrecked his owners couch and still expected to be called a good boy.

You hate him, you really hate him.

Seething now, you're beyond flustered as he continues his petting of your thigh. It's incredibly hard to focus on the important material in front of you when he's going out of his way to be distracting, but you try your best, mostly because you wanted to get work done and partially because of your pride.

It's only five minutes later when you inevitably throw in the towel, raising your white flag with a slam of your book, a resounding thunk echoing through the room when the two halves collide. It startles the boy beside you, not allowing him to register the fact that you've crawled out of your chair in favor of climbing into his own. Sat on his lap with your arms locked around his neck, your lips meet his.

"You're s'mean to me sometimes." You hiss against him, nipping at his bottom lip as punishment, drawing a grunt from low in his chest.

"You love me, though." He kisses your cheek when you pull back, cupping the back of your head with one hand while the other cradles your back to keep you to him. "Love me s'much you put your studying aside jus' to kiss me."

"Remus-"

"You love me." He suckles at your bottom lip. "Tell me."

"You're a meanie."

He grins, sitting back in the uncomfortable wooden chair to scan your face. Detecting no signs of true hatred, he threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you back before you could lean in for another kiss.

"Nuh uh, not until you say it." He pouts mockingly at your frown, shaking his head teasingly.

"You know I love you, Rem." You sigh, his grip loosening in your hair. "Even If you're an asshole sometimes."

He smirks. "I'll take it."

"Will you let me kiss you now?"

"Alright, c'mere, baby."

And you're kissing him, because despite what you'd said earlier, hate was something you could never feel toward Remus Lupin.

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[gtgbabie0]

Like a renaissance painting

{You admire Remus whilst he paints}

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You study the slight curve of Remus’ back as he sits in front of the small canvas, he’s shirtless because apparently he ‘works better than way’ although you’re certainly not complaining at the beautiful sight, the way small little beauty marks litter across his skin like constellations or how he has this one specific scar that stretches up the expanse of his spine that you love to trace with nimble fingers.

You watch his muscles move as he stretches, sitting up and rolling his shoulders, before reaching over to a small cup of discolored water swishing his paintbrush around then gently dipping it back into the blue paint, and he methodically moves the paintbrush across the canvas, you can’t see what he’s painting from where your laying on his bed but you just know it’s a masterpiece.

A sudden gust of wind pushes itself through the window and into his room, his thin curtains waving with the movement, “Are you getting cold dove?” He asks turning around to admire you, and you shake your head with a small ‘no’ as he gently smiles at you.

“If you get cold let me know I’ll close the window, there’s also a jumper over there, okay?” He says nodding over to where a clean pile of clothes sits neatly on his wooden dresser.

“Yeah”

He goes back to whatever he’s painting, the sun is setting, and an orangey light casts through his room, dusting against his skin, it’s a warm glow that makes him seem ethereal. Not even a full minute passes and he’s already stretching again shoulders moving in circles, you can tell he’s getting restless.

He sighs, “Alright, that’s me done,” he says standing up, he takes a seat next to where you’re laying, looking down at you with the softest eyes, and his hand gently cups your warm cheek, “How’s your head dove?” He asks, thumb smoothing over the skin.

“Better than yesterday, think your ‘magic tea’ helped” you hum as he nods with relief, he hates seeing you in pain.

“That’s good” he smiles, your hand reaching up to thread your fingers through his unkempt hair, admiring his face, and he goes all bashful under your loving gaze, “I love you” he whispers, leaning down to where your laying pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I love you too” you smile, your chest blooming with devotion as your thumb grazes against the scar that adorns his cheek, “You’ve got paint on your face” you giggle noticing the smudge of blue that smears across his chin.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s just studying you with his lovesick eyes, so full of such care and adoration that it makes you feel giddy, butterflies flutter around in your belly as you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips.

And before you can reply with some snarky comment he’s peppering kisses all over your face, trailing off to your jaw and then shoulders, and you burst out in a fit of giggles at the sudden ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty, so gorgeous— just like a renaissance painting” he chuckles as you let out a groan, pushing at his shoulders as you try and break free of his hold, “M’telling the truth, you’re so lovely” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he nibbles at the sensitive skin.

“Yeah yeah alright, the paint fumes are getting to your head” you chuckle and he rolls his eyes playfully laying his body weight down on you with a huff, and you cave in relishing in his warmth as your fingers tail against the scar that stretches up his spine.

“Such a sap” you sigh, looking over at the painting that he was working on, it’s not finished yet but you already know what it is, it’s you, captured by surprise in a candid Polaroid he’d taken a couple of days ago.

Remus looks up at you through his eyelashes from where his head is laying against your chest, “Do you like it?” He asks watching as you study his unfinished artwork, and he sees the joy that gleams through your eyes.

“Yes, you’ve made me look much more pret—“ he cuts you off as his hand clasps over your mouth.

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you dove” he whispers removing his hand before pressing a loving kiss and you relish in the warmth of his lips against yours, completely heavenly.

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☾⋆AN/ hope you enjoyed my lovelies! <3

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Hold

@prongsfoot-microfic - 2/29 - 537 words

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“Hold on,” James said, staring at the chalkboard where Sirius was writing out an elaborate schedule for the Marauders’ next prank. In order to avoid getting caught turning everything in the Slytherin dorms to jelly, they had to make sure that they were very precise with their movements, so the plans were detailed. “There is no 29th of February. You got that one wrong, mate.”

All three of his friends stared at him. Remus and Peter looked like they couldn’t believe that he’d just said that, but Sirius could. He absolutely could. James might have been Sirius’ boyfriend and the person he’d loved the most for years even before they’d started dating, but Sirius knew everything about him - including his every flaw. And he was prepared to mock him mercifully for this one.

“How do you have the highest marks in half of our classes?” Peter asked, sounding like James’ words had rendered him temporarily dumb. “Have you never heard of leap years?”

“Don’t be mean, Wormtail,” Sirius said, a taunting smile teasing his features, “it’s not like they happen often, he’s probably forgotten since it’s been four years and his brain doesn’t go back that far.”

“Oh shut it, both of you,” Remus said as they all watched their friend turning a delicious shade of tomato red. It thrilled Sirius that he’d been embarrassed like that. He loved James to the end of the Earth, but sometimes he loved teasing him even more. 

“Et tu, Padfoot?” James asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? My ride or die? Shouldn’t you be loyal enough to defend my honor?”

Sirius snorted at that. That was hardly how they worked. 

“Against Snape? I’d fight to the death for your honor. Against your own stupidity? You are on your own, and I will enjoy it the most out of everyone.”

“Padfoot?” Remus asked as they watched James’ features go from embarrassed to challenging.

“Yeah?” Sirius asked. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off James, but he had the sense that Remus was going to say something smart and that he should listen.

“Run.”

Sirius cackled and sprinted just in time to avoid James’ arms reaching out to tackle him to the ground. 

Sirius vaulted over two chairs at the back of the room and that was his downfall; his foot caught on the back of one of the chairs and he went crashing down onto the floor. James kept his footing around the chairs and pinned Sirius down.

“Just for that-” he said roughly, “I’m going to make you stop talking.”

But his version of shutting Sirius up was nothing like what he would have done to anyone else. He used the advantage that he knew he had over Sirius: Sirius’ ticklish sides. 

He had Sirius howling with laughter in seconds. 

“Can we get back to the prank?” Peter asked when James stopped and Sirius finally managed to stop laughing. “I’m not missing out on the chance to pull this off just because you two can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Neither Sirius nor James could argue with that, and they were back on topic - with tasks scheduled for the 29th of February - a few minutes later.

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[addsalwayssick]

hiii i saw the character thingy and i give you my beloved: siriuss

id give you all the number but i cant, so i chose a couple - 5, 7, 9 and 22

thank youu

i love love love sirius

1/5: Smoking. He probably started it to get a rise out of his family, and he knows it’s not good but it’s still so delectably comforting. and blasting music in the dorm room and james and pete probably have tried to kill him once or twice before. and he had a sweet tooth much like remus, but for gummies instead of chocolate.

2/7: his neck is probably a huge one. especially the back of it. He will actually break his neck when someone tickles him there. he’s also probably extremely ticklish on his sides, and there’s multiple stories about him screaming when someone tickles him there in class. his back in probably quite ticklish as well, but not so much that he laughs, but in a comforting way, much like james.

3/9: james tickled him in class on his sides while he was fixing his hair and he screamed and slammed his elbows on the table and everyone went silent and looked at him. he once was walking in the hallway and he saw remus and lost his balance and tripped and flew like 4 feet. and he landed at remus’s feet. peter walked in on remus and him while they were (making out) and they all started screaming.

4/22: mcgonagall honestly. she loved him like her own and sirius probably took from her a lot. he took from james a lot, as well as all the potters. i think he would have taken quite a bit from lily as well.

Thank you for the ask! xoxo feel free to ask more i like these

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[luveline]

Drunk!reader and rockstar!remus would be the most incredible thing. It would probably be insanely sweet and fluffy (like everything you write but just especially so):)

yes! fem!reader sorry he's barely a rockstar

"Sweetheart," you say, which is funny — hilarious — for a lot of reasons. The first, sober you won't often call Remus anything so nice. You're too shy for it. The second, you're slurring your words more often than not.

Sweetheart becomes 'sweethea', no r's or t.

He opens his arm encouragingly and you walk into him, smelling of your lovely perfume and and the unmistakable kick of tequila.

Arm protectively slung over your shoulder, Remus tilts his head back to get a good look at you. "Yes?" he asks warmly.

"I missed you."

He brings his second hand to your hair and starts to fix the mess of it as best as he can. His hands are gentle but stern. You stay very still. When he's done, he strokes the pad of a callused finger down your face. You're a thousand times softer than the grit of a guitar string. He does it again, just because he can.

"I missed you," he says, because of course he did.

You'd been ten seconds away on foot and had felt a half a mile. Maybe because you're especially pretty tonight. Maybe because he loves you. Whatever it is, the gap had felt like an impasse. He's glad to have you back.

And not a minute too soon. The other girlfriend's seem to have egged you on.

"What have you been upto?" he asks knowingly.

"Cocktails, mos'ly."

"I can see that."

Your eyes open wide as they can. You stagger a little toward him and he rights you easily against his front.

"You seem to have overshot it, lovely girl," he says with a chuckle.

"You think so?"

Remus nods sagely. Your nose wrinkles like you might sneeze. He has to kiss it, has to, legally.

Your face relaxes. For a moment, all you do is smile. Eyes lit with happiness under the fog of booze, cheeks appled and eyebrows slowly pinching inward like you're concerned. He aims to soothe your internal conflict with another kiss, this one propped up under you ear and lingering, hand at the small of your back. He tugs you in towards him until you've arched under his touch and burst into riotous giggles.

"Ticklish?" he asks, words vibrating.

"I think I'm gonna need you to kiss me for real," you plead.

"I think I'm gonna have to make you some toast before your blood turns to booze."

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