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blueroan-equestrian · 7 months

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My Moon and Stars

Reworking an old story I already wrote a while back…. Probably two similar stories really so another rework… this is for me not you but thank you for joining the ride… cringe af smut and I don’t care

I know I’m going to a dark place when I die so ya know leave me in my depravity…warning pregnancy and sex while pregnant are in here Remus is a bit of a Dom especially with Sirius.

I have always been betrothed to the eldest Black but when he was disowned I thought I was free. And could slip away. How wrong was I. I was working for the ministry of magic as an Auror and I was 22. But some how the law was messed up and because we were betrothed we had to get married. I found myself standing in front of the court, hand bound to Sirius Black. His hand was loosely clasped around my own hand, sometimes fidgeting as we had to listen to the court talk about why the old rule was still being enforced on us and why it was important we understood what was happening blah blah blah. I leaned over halfway joking, “Do you think if we just started making out they would shut up?”

His eye brows shot up amused, “I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.” He leaned forward and at first very gently pressed his lips against my own before he began to move quicker and fiercer. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me. He hooked his free hand behind my head only to pull away when the old man cleared his throat. Smuggly Sirius responded, “Sorry, I can’t help myself… I just can’t wait to snog this beautiful creature and later fuck her senseless.”

That didn’t go over well, “Mr. Black, have some decorum.”

“It’s not like he’s fucking me in front of everyone so I would say that he did have some decorum. Can you please hurry this snooze fest up.”

They bind us and we walk out of the court room. “Now what?” I squeaked.

Sirius shrugged, “I don’t know. We can go our separate ways just never being able to offer anyone marriage or you can move into my town house if you want and we can give it a go… I don’t know what will happen either way but I’m open to either one. I’m not going to say that we could or couldn’t work but I’m just gonna say that I will leave the decision up to you.”

“Have you not been seeing anyone?”

“I have, but I promise that seeing our position, he’ll understand.”

“He?… if you… I don’t want to impose…”

“I’m bi relax. I’ve dated women before and I like them very much but I grew up with this guy… he’s also seeing this guy off and on… we are off and on too… have you been dating?”

“I… nothing really serious… only back in seventh year. I have been too caught up in work to even think about dating.”

“Do you want to?” He asked as he gestured for us to head to a pastry cart.

“Date you mean? I don’t know I don’t have much time and now I technically have a husband… who’s going to want to date a woman already married, arranged or not?” I mumbled.

He grabbed us each a Cinnabon, “You are gorgeous. I can help if that is what you want.”

“No… no … thank you though… what if I agree to giving us a try?” I whispered sitting down on a bench.

“Then we get you packed up and moved into my house. You can share a bed with me or you can have your own in your own room, it’s your decision.”

“I… I think we should start in separate rooms… make sure we work…”

He wrapped an am around me as he took a healthy bite of his Cinnabon, “Alright, that’s fine let’s get you moved. But first eat, please it’ll make you feel better.”

…

He moved me in and he was looking through my things, “are you an artist?”

I shrugged, “I like to play with different mediums in my free time… helps me relax. Do you have anything you do to unwind after work?”

He was looking at my ivy charcoal when he answered, “I don’t work… I participated in the order of the Phoenix, but you know the war has been won. Now I travel… I like to go to pubs… I do sometimes work at Zonkos when the store gets busy. I love that place. I see friends…. And throw house parties… so yeah… um of course you are here now so I will make some adjustments but I really hope that we can find a good balance.”

I nodded, “can we keep the parties to holidays and weekends? Or remember to put up some good silencing charms? I don’t do well if I don’t get enough sleep.”

He stood in front of me and fixed my hair, “yeah, of course. We can keep them on the weekends. The neighbors won’t complain as much about the noise. Would you like me to show you around? Not just the house but the town?”

I nodded in agreement, “that would be nice. Thank you.”

First he goes over the house before taking me to the best places to eat and shopping within walking distance from his house. “Oh shoot! I forgot!” He jumped as he checked the time.

“What?”

“I invited Remus, the guy I was telling you about, over for dinner… I don’t have any groceries and I didn’t realize that today I would have a wife! I am so sorry.”

“When is he coming over?”

“Half an hour.”

“Okay you go home and meet him there. Tell him that I have gone to the store and will be back when I come back, I will make us all dinner.”

This seemed to ground him, “Yeah? That would be awesome, thank you darling. Here’s some money, the store is right there. Thank you, for your understanding… I think we might have an actual chance.”

…

I get back and am immediately greeted by an even taller and lankier man than Sirius. “Here let me take those bags for you. I’m Remus, by the way. It’s lovely to meet you, (y/n) right?”

“Yes, it’s lovely to meet you too. Um thank you.” He carried the bags for me to the kitchen and began to unpack.

“Can I help with anything?” The man was already incredibly attractive kept becoming more attractive.

“Oh, I don’t know how to explain what I will be making so please go relax with Sirius wherever he is.”

Remus kissed the top of my head as if it was something he always had done. “He’s in your room picking you out a lovely little outfit. Perhaps he’s done and I can give him my say.”

… the boys shooed me to go get ready as they set the table. They picked out a pretty black silk dress with a pair of black ballet flats. I fixed my hair really quickly and threw on some black eyeliner. I come down to the dining room made up really nice. There were floating glowing candles and good china out. Everything was plated so nicely and the boys looked nice. Sirius was too enamored by Remus. Remus however focused on me and the way his eyes drank me was intoxicating.

“You look ravishing love. Don’t you think that your new wife looks ravishing, Sirius.” Remus cooed.

Sirius turns his attention towards me “oh yes. You look stunning, sweetheart.”

Remus ushered me to the head of the table so that each man could sit down on either side of me. “Dinner is lovely darling, thank you.”

I smiled, “You’re welcome….so Remus… what do you do for a living?”

“I do odd jobs here and there… I’m sick a lot so it’s hard to hold down a regular job… how about yourself?”

I nodded, “I’d imagine it would be. I am an auror. Sirius says the two of you have been together…”

“We are but now we’re here and we have things to discuss… I love Sirius and I know he will grow to love you as he loves me… my question is will you be open to a relationship between the three of us?”

I looked at him surprised, “What about the guy you have been seeing? Sirius has told me that you see a guy off and on.”

He shrugged, “Sirius and I have been off and on as I have been with this guy… I understand that entering into a relationship with you will change some dynamics. Like just because me and Sirius aren’t working at the moment won’t mean that you and I aren’t. So if you are open to it then we should definitely talk about dynamics. But if you aren’t I will bow out and Sirius and I can just be friends. It’s okay, either way. You were put in a very difficult position and I just want to help you make things a little easier. You are the one in control here.”

“What about Sirius?”

Remus looked at Sirius and nodded. Sirius looks at me, “we talked about it while you were making dinner and I agree with Remus. So sweetheart you have the reins.”

“So what you are trying to say is… you want an open relationship between the three of us… and if you take a break between the two of you then Remus will pick back up with that guy and stay open with me?”

Remus shifted, “Well I think for now we will keep it between us. When he are on break I will take you out of the house for dates strictly. Otherwise we’ll have a mix of outings and stay ins.”

…

I was painting in my room, while the boys had their own night when I heard a series of doors slamming and Remus stormed into my room.

He spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. His kiss is burning, “Get dressed up, I’m taking you out.”

“Wait… what just happened with Siri? Is he alright?”

Remus growled, but he took a breath, “He’s fine… you can check before we go. He’s just being his usual self absorbed self.”

I nodded, “Alright…. Meet you down stairs?”

He kissed me quickly, before he trotted off. I decided to first check on Siri. I entered his room to find him curled on his bed, “sweetheart? Are you alright?” I hummed petting his hair as I sat down on the bed beside him.

He leaned into my touch, “I forgot our anniversary…”

I continue to run my fingers through his hair, “Do you want me to talk to him?”

He takes my hand and moves it to his lips to place delicate kisses on my fingertips, “No… he wants to take you out… you should go… it’ll help him relax… see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Baby I will be back tonight.”

“But he will want to have a night cap but won’t want to come back here…”

I sat up “night cap? Like for a drink?”

He shakes his head, “no… he will want sex…”

I rolled my eyes, “not tonight, tonight I will be coming home to snuggle with my husband. Tomorrow is my day off and I can help mend the fences. Now if you’re sure, I need to go get ready.”

…

Remus walked me to a nice restaurant and I could tell he was bothered, “Remus… he’s really sorry… I know you are upset but…”

“No! I mean no, thank you… but I just want a nice night out with my girlfriend… I will deal with him later right now it’s me and you.”

“You know I’m bad at anniversaries too…” I whispered.

“You didn’t promise to remember every day until now like he did. I even reminded him this morning.”

The waiter came and took our order, “Well maybe you can ask me instead to put it in my planner.”

Remus threw an arm out, “That! Why can’t he do that?”

I shrugged, “I put stuff down for work so I am always checking… Sirius doesn’t work… so he doesn’t have a reason to check a planner. But I will give you my planner when we get home and you can put in all the needed dates nice thing is as long as it’s written in shiny pink pen it’s the only thing that stays when it’s magically refreshed.”

“Alright… but I don’t know if I can see him for a while… I know he’s always been like this but it still hurts…”

I nodded, “I understand. Let’s just have a good time together and then we’ll deal with everything else later.”

Remus agreed and we talked about my work and his various adventures with his other friends. He ordered us a cheese cake to share. He was more cheery and more focused on me, leaning in to kiss at my neck and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

When he walked me home I pulled him down for a kiss, “Good night Remus.”

He looks at me with something I couldn’t quite identify, “can’t I stay?”

“I promised Siri that I would come snuggle with him before we all sit down for a chat tomorrow…” I whispered softly.

Remus stepped into my bubble, leaning down so he was only a breath away, “can I join then? We can work it out together now…”

I swallowed but nodded shyly. I lead Remus up to my husband’s bedroom to find his sleeping form. I crawled onto his bed and nudged him awake, “sweetheart, Remus is here.”

Sirius turns revealing his puffy eyes, “He is? How did you?”

“We talked about it and he’s agreed to discuss how to fix this…” I leaned over to kiss him.

“How?”

“By putting our important dates in your wife’s calendar and your going to be very grateful for her support in keeping up with our anniversaries. Also I want you to try a little harder yourself.”

Sirius nodded fervently, “of course! Of course! Now what?”

I shrugged “snuggle time?”

Both boys laughed but agreed each snuggling in on either side of me.

… I awoke in my husband’s arms. They were wrapped around me quite tightly and I could feel a loose arm thrown across both of us from my other side. I kissed at Sirius’ face as I hummed, “Sweetheart… love I need to get up… come on sweet boy.” He eventually rolled over and I got up to do my morning routine before going downstairs to make breakfast for myself and the boys. I placed our food and drink on to a large tray. Remus sat up as entered the room, “mmm that smells good… what did you make?”

“Strawberry pancakes with bacon and orange juice. Hope you like it. Could you please wake up Siri?” I asked as I scooted into bed.

Sirius started to complain about it being too early but upon noticing the food decided otherwise.

“Breakfast is delicious, love. Thank you.” Remus hummed. “I don’t know how to thank you” Sirius gave him a look and removed the tray. “Well… maybe. Come here baby.”

I do and he places me between his legs facing Sirius. Sirius pulls off my shorts as Remus kisses at my neck and runs a hand down my body into my panties. I gasped as his fingers began to stroke me. Siri removed my panties and plunged his tongue straight into my core. I let out strings of moans and whines as the two played with my cunt. Sirius and I have had sex a few times but nothing like this. This will be my first time with Remus. This was all consuming with so little touch. “You feeling good sweet girl?” Remus hummed using his free hand to take a palm full of my breast from under my shirt. I simply whined but he stopped “now sweets, I need you to use your words. I need to know that you’re enjoying yourself or will need to stop.”

“I-I’m feeling good… so good.” I moaned as Siri sucked me into his mouth.

“Good girl, tell me… how do want to take us? One in the mouth and one from the other end? Or perhaps one in the ass and one in the pussy? Or perhaps you would like more of a more sentimental one on one Sirius fucking you while I watch? Come on (y/n) tell us what you want.” Remus practically purred.

I leaned into Remus as I began to ride Sirius face I reached my peak and screamed out, “I want you both!!!”

After allowing me to collect myself, Remus kissed at my face, “how darling?”

“One in front and one in back…” I groaned.

“Who do you want where?” Remus asked as Siri came up to suck on my breast with my shirt pushed up.

I couldn’t get my head together, “You choose… I don’t care… it’s whatever you want…whatever will make you feel good too.”

Remus kissed me before removing the rest of my clothing and then his own and Sirius’ clothes.

We all sat bare and Sirius sat back, “Her pretty little pussy is like silk… and her ass… it’s tight and she can take you like a champ. You can pick whatever you want Moony. (Y/n), you are doing so well.”

I turned pink at Sirius’ compliments. Remus turned suddenly serious considering his options he clearly thought he wasn’t going to be handed. “I don’t know… I didn’t bring any condoms… I only thought Sirius and I would be hooking up last night until our fight.”

I tried to be reassuring as my brain fog had cleared, “It’s whatever you want baby. Siri and I haven’t tried to stop a pregnancy ourselves but if you don’t want to risk a pregnancy, I have a spell that will keep me from conceiving after you finish inside me…. So no worries… but if I am being honest… you are so smart and handsome that I wouldn’t mind bearing your child…”

His cock already beginning to strain, twitched at my words, “If it’s alright I would like to take you by the ass if that’s alright?”

“If you want anal then you can have it baby, we just want you to feel good. You were so comfortable just a second ago… what’s going on?”

He looked over to Sirius who gave him a knowing look, “It’s okay moons, she won’t care.”

Remus nodded and readjusted in his seat, “we should have had this conversation before…. Now here we are in the worst possible time for this… I… I am a werewolf…”

I nodded, “Is that why you don’t want to risk getting me pregnant?”

His brows knit together, “You don’t care about me being a werewolf?”

I shook my head “of course not love… now how do you want it?”

“Still anal… no puppies for me yet, but I would love any the two of you create. Now come here and let me prep your ass. Hands on Siri’s shoulders.” I was up on my knees leaning forward with my hands on Sirius’ shoulders. I felt Remus place two fingers at my puckered hole. “Ready?”

I give a quick yes and he pushes them in and gives them a few pumps before beginning to scissor them out. When he pulled them out he held on to my hips before gingerly pushing into my ass. His hands then helped me widen my stance. Sirius lined up with me and kissed me as he slowly pushed into me. Both men groaned and let their heads lull onto each of my shoulders. I felt so full. My breath was heavy as I adjusted to the new sensation. My hands took hold of each boy’s hair. “I can feel you in me and it’s so filling. I feel so full.”

Remmy peppered kisses over my neck, “You feel good baby… You feel good enough for us to move?”

I give a breathy yes and like that the boys hips began to snap in and out of me.

“Sweet girl could you please do that thing that I like?” Sirius moaned as he leaned down to suck on one of my breast and Remus played with the other. I allowed one of my hands to tangle in his hair and the other reached down to take two fingers to go on either side of his cock and stroked it as it pumped in and out of me. Sirius began to pant and moaned loudly.

I could hear the smirk from Remus as he took ahold of Siri’s throat detaching him from my breast to look at Remus. “Don’t you dare cum before her. Do you understand?…” Sirius simply whined but that seemed to irritate Remus. “Answer me, Sirius! You are being rude to our princess. Do I ever cum before you when I am inside you? Such a little cum slut.”

I leaned my head back, “Remmy, it’s okay… I just want you two to feel good.”

Remus snapped his hips firmly accentuating his point, “You are making us feel good princess. Now let us make you cum.”

I moaned and began to have the most intense orgasms of my life as both my hands moved to grip onto Sirius’ back. Sirius fell into his own peak as he sent his seed into me. Siri pulled out of me before collapsing back. Remus growled pushing me to lay over Sirius’ stomach with my ass up. His fingers dug into my hips as he chased his high, over stimulating me. I was practically screaming by the time he released inside me.

He pulled out and rolled to my side. Sirius tapped my shoulder, “let me up love, I’m going to get something to clean us up.” I shifted enough to allow him to wriggle out.

Remus pulled me up and into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, “How are you feeling?”

Before I could answer, Sirius had returned and began to clean me up with a damp cloth causing me to let out a little hiss.

Remus chuckled before leaning in for a kiss, “soar, I take it? I’m sorry… why don’t you and Padfoot take a nap. I need to shower and then stop by Prongs…”

“Prongs?” I questioned.

“James…. Our friend from school. I told him I would help him with his son so that he and his wife, Lily could go run some errands… they aren’t in any rush so if you need anything I can take care of that first.”

“You guys have funny nicknames…” I mumbled before falling asleep.

…

“Siri, love?” I called from my little art studio. I now always sleep with Sirius so we turned my room into a full art studio.

He came and wrapped himself around me looking at the painting I was working on, “That looks amazing, baby. What’s up?”

“I was looking at my calendar and noticed that Remus put down that tomorrow will be our anniversary. If you haven’t already gotten him something then you might want to. Your gift is a surprise but this here will be for him.” I gestured to the painting in front of me.

“Shit! I forgot what should I get him? What should I get you?”

“Don’t worry about me, my Star maybe get him a dad mug.” I said hoping that he wouldn’t pick up what I was saying, “That would be funny and put a nice watch in it.”

….

We went out for dinner and when we returned we exchanged gifts. Sirius had gotten me a real wedding ring and Remus had given me a bracelet his mom used to wear and Sirius his favorite bands new cd. I got Remus a good suit he could wear to interviews and nice events as well as the painting. When Remus was going to open Sirius present, I had Sirius open mine.

Remus figured it out straight away. “No! You’re pregnant?!”

Sirius looks confused, holding the pregnancy stick in one hand and the watch I got him in the other, “pregnant? What? How do you know?”

Remus held up his mug, “#1 dad and a positive pregnancy stick dummy. I can’t believe she got you to buy this mug without realizing what she was saying… thank you… this is the best anniversary gift I have ever received!”

…

I laid in bed with my tummy swollen and in nothing but a pair of panties. It was burning hot but I felt nauseous from the heat. Siri had been tending to me while Remus was at work. I was on leave for the duration of my pregnancy as my line of work would be too risky for the baby.

Siri came trotting in with some box that he began to shove into the window. “Siri? My Star, what are you doing?”

Sirius fidgeted with the box as he explained, “This is an air conditioning unit! It’s a muggle invention that will cool the room down. It’ll just take a moment.”

…

“Remus… Remus come here! Please baby… please I need you!” I cried.

Remus stood in front of me stroking my hair, “Sweet girl you are very VERY pregnant I am not sure if…”

“Come on Remmy! The doctor said it’s perfectly normal to have sex when pregnant. It’s safe as long as you aren’t too rough… so you should be gentle with me! But come on and touch me, I’m pregnant not a lepar!” I groaned.

Remus chuckled, “Have you asked Sirius?”

“He was gone before I got up but he did give it to me good last night.” I hummed grabbing onto him needily.

Remus held onto my hips looking amused, “I suppose you are right… but you haven’t wanted sex recently…. It was too hot though…I suppose I wouldn’t want sex if it is burning hot and uncomfortable because I was pregnant … okay but if I get too rough you have to let me know, okay?”

I beamed looking at how cute he was working out my needs and feelings, “Yes!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the master bedroom.

Remus walked me back onto the bed, “You look ravishing my Sweet girl. Strip down for me won’t you?” Remus practically purred as he began to unbutton his shirt. I groaned running my fingers down his hard stomach, and he purred “You are gorgeous, you know that? I just think you are beautiful… now turn around and face into the bed. I leaned over the bed so that my breast and face rested on the duvet and my ass remained in the air.

Remus palmed the flesh of my ass as he rubbed the head of his cock between my plush labia. “Do we want foreplay or do you want me to just fuck you?”

“Oh my Moon Fuck me… just fuck me.” And what felt like the first time in forever he pushed into me. I groaned, “Remus!”

“So needy, I have barely even touched you. Your so beautiful bent over so pretty for me.” He began a soft pace and gradually paced himself at a steady speed. It was sensual and delicious. I was a moaning mess cumming hard. But he pulled out before he finished, I looked back confused, “My moon… are you alright? You didn’t finish.”

He chuckled dryly, “I am fine my love but I don’t want to overstimulate you right now… I’m fine baby girl. Do you want to take a bath?”

I got on my knees and looked up at him through my lashes, “Then fuck my mouth or my tits your choice my moon. I want to make you feel good too.”

He groaned, “You want me to fuck your tits? That’s hot.”

I beamed up at him leaning up and forward as I pressed my breast together. He ran a hand through my hair and gave me a kiss before he slipped his cock between my breast. He caressed my face one last time before he tangled one hand in my hair to pull my head back to watch him as he chased his high. While his other hand rested on my shoulder. He pumped his hips faster and harder. He was panting with his eyes screwed shut. His moans were like music as he came all over my chest. I smiled up at him, “How are you feeling pretty boy?”

He took a moment to regain his senses before helping me to my feet, “I’m good, so good… let me get that cleaned and get a bath started for you.”

I sit on the toilet as he takes a wet cloth to clean off my chest and started filling the tub. “Would you like a bath bomb or bubbles?” He asked.

“Bath bomb…. Lavender please.” I hummed happily. He helped me into the tub before he got in behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. His arms were wrapped around me and rested his hands on my belly drawing patterns on my skin. “When you go into labor… do you have a plan… we haven’t talked about it and Sirius hasn’t said anything.”

I looked back at him, “We will all go to St Mangoes and you two will be in the delivery room with me. The rest will be whatever it will be.”

“Have you packed a bag?”

“For?”

He chuckled shaking his head, “For the hospital… I will help you put together a go bag. You will need some comfort items like your favorite pjs, slippers, a book or two and toiletries. We will need some onesies and diapers for the baby. Maybe some snacks for after the birth and maybe a list of people you want to notify about the birth of the baby…”

“You are the people I want to know… no one else matters to me just you and Sirius. You are welcome to tell whoever you want though. Oooo knock it off pup.” I groaned as the baby began to stretch out inside of my belly.

“Is that the baby? It’s getting big… It’s almost here isn’t it?” Remus gasped excitedly as he readjusted his hands around my tummy. “Hey there pup, look at you! Hey!” He giggled.

Remus was very excited for the arrival of the baby he was turning the magically added room into a beautiful nursery with the boys. As they worked on the room, Lily one of the boys wife, would bring Harry their four or five year old. He was quite the character and Sirius was his godfather. Lily would give me tips and tricks that she wished someone would have told her.

…

I screamed as another contraction hit me with the two boys held my legs for the nurse to check me. “What do you mean I’m not dilated enough? Uuuuu!” I groaned.

The boys let my legs down, and I curled them in myself. Sirius rubbed my back while Remus read from the book I picked out for him to read to me. He read through my stifled screams, trying his best to distract me from my pain. When I felt like it was coming they got the nurse to check me as they held a leg and a hand each. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do and I was absolutely drained. Everything went black before I could hear them say anything about the baby, all I could hear was panicked voices.

I woke up feeling someone stroking my hair and humming from the corner of the room with some fussing. I opened my eyes and Remus is by my side and Sirius sat in the lounge chair with the baby in his arms. Remus was the first to notice of course and called for the nurse. “Sweetheart you gave us quite the start! But everyone is okay, the baby is healthy and they said you just passed from exhaustion.”

The nurses checked me over before suggesting I try to feed the baby. As she helped me latch the baby she said, “Congratulations on the baby girl. She’s beautiful.”

Sirius sat on the bed next to me running a hand over the baby’s black hair, “how are you feeling my love?”

“Exhausted, how are you two?” I asked turning my head to kiss Remus’ hand that rested on his shoulder.

“Sweet girl we’re great, you just gave us the best gift of our lives. You did great love.” Remus kissed my head.

“What do you want to name her?” Sirius asked.

“Well…how about Nova Hope Black?”

“Hope is my mother’s name.” Remus gasped.

“I know, I thought you might appreciate her having a little piece of you.”

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morwap · 2 years

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Poly wolfstar and reader siruis dressed up as ghostface reader dressed up as a fairy and remud is ...(side question what do u think he would dress up as ) and remus and siruis just in love with reader costume

i don't think he would unless it was like a group costume that everyone had planned or someone would have to beg him. for the costume im think misty day ahs type of thing

Remus stood in the common room tapping his foot as he waited on you and Sirius, a Halloween party was being held by Hufflepuff and they wanted people to come in costume but they knew Remus wasn't the type to dress up, unlike his boyfriend, girlfriend, and friends.

Sirius came down first from the boys' dorms, the white screaming ghost mask stood out from his black jeans and leather jacket. Remus smiled as Sirius lifted the mask and pieces of his hair fell into his face.

"where the hell did you get that?" Remus asked in a breathy laugh. Sirius smiled and shrugged.

"peters trunk" he admitted which caused Remus to shake his head

Remus was about to scold him for digging through their friend's things but the sound of heels clicking made them turn to the stairs of the girls' dorms.

you were wearing heels with straps that laced up your leg with fake butterflies spread on the straps that you had charmed to look more realistic and their wings flapped in random order. your dress was shorter in the front than the back with a cute underbust corset that had wings on the back that you charmed to flutter and sparkle.

you twirled for them, hearing the cute gasp of Sirius when he noticed the wings would flutter and sparkle.

"cute right?" you asked, proud of your hard work.

"beautiful" Remus replied, Sirius walked to you and told how good you look and took your hand and guided you for another spin.

#Halloween themed reqs #marauder era #marauders #marauders x reader #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar x reader #sirius dressed up as ghostface #reader in fairy costume #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader x remus lupin

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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The Girl of My Best Friend

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Female Reader, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans

Word Count: 2993 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: How long can I pretend, Oh I can't help it, I'm in love with the girl of my best friend

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Fluff, Angst, Halloween, Halloween at Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Marauders Era, Established Relationship, Longing, Jealousy, Flirting, Hugging, Costume Party, Costumes, Love, Song Fic, Lyrics, The Girl of My Best Friend // Elvis Presley

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

'What about you Sirius?’ Y/N said as she shovelled cornflakes into her mouth. They were at breakfast but Sirius hadn’t felt like eating much, in fact, he’d been lost in his own thoughts. As he looked at her she stopped eating and raised her eyebrows expectantly. ‘Me what?’ he asked as he hadn’t listened to the conversation. ‘Your costume,’ she said rolling her eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I don’t know…I hadn’t really planned on anything. Halloween’s not really my thing.’ ‘Oh don’t be so boring,’ she giggled, ‘we’re all dressing up.’ ‘Yeah mate it’s gonna be fun,’ James said.

‘And what are you going as Prongs?’ Sirius said cockily. ‘Robin Hood,’ James said unabashed, throwing his arm around Lily beside him. ‘And I’m Maid Marion,’ Lily said with a smile making Sirius’ stomach churn. He usually didn’t mind how nauseatingly cute the pair were, but today it was getting to him. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s Pete going as Friar Tuck?’ Sirius chuckled earning a scowl from Peter, ‘actually, I’m going as a pirate.’ ‘So Smee then,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘At least he’s got a costume,’ Y/N said, ‘he’s not pretending he’s too cool to wear one.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius said leaning across the table. ‘Yeah,’ she said leaning in too. They were still a fair way from each other but Sirius could smell the scent of her perfume in his nostrils which made his stomach do a little flutter. As she looked at him challengingly he could feel his heart beat a little bit quicker. He liked that she went toe to toe with him, apart from the boys no one seemed to get him quite as she did and if he was being honest with himself he liked it. More than he should.

‘And what are you going as princess?’ he said. He didn’t know why he had to add that little nickname on. It was dripping in sarcasm and completely unneeded but he couldn't help himself. ‘I’m going as Red Riding Hood,’ she said unbothered by his teasing. ‘You mean you’re just gonna stick on a red cape and be done with it? Very imaginative,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘Well, I’m sure my costume will never be as good as yours.’ ‘I’m sure I could knock something up that’ll blow you all out of the water.’ ‘Good! Glad to see you’re putting the effort in,’ she said rising from the table, ‘come on Lil we’re gonna be late for Care of Magical Creatures.’

And with that, she climbed out of her seat and started collecting her book bag. Sirius cursed inwardly. Not only had she had the last word but she had tricked him into participating. Though he supposed she did have a point. He could hardly call anyone for not having a good costume, not when he wasn’t even bothering but the ease with which she could talk him round scared him.

‘Bye boys,’ she said winking at Sirius as she turned to walk away. Lily was now in step with her after spending minutes kissing James goodbye and Sirius watched as she walked down the gap between the house tables. Sirius sighed. ‘So, what are you gonna dress up as?’ James said not noticing the longing look which Sirius was trying to hide. ‘I don’t even know,’ Sirius grumbled. Time to put his thinking cap on.

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When Sirius came downstairs into the common room that night it was abuzz. People were crammed in though most of the furniture had been moved out of the way to create a ‘dance floor’. Music blared loudly out of a record player that didn’t seem to have it in it to be making such a racquet that Sirius figured one of the older years had hoodwinked it. As his eyes roved through the crowd looking for his friends he took in everyone’s costumes. They were not allowed to wear their costumes to the Halloween Feast which meant the time they spent in them was minimal which seemed like a waste of time to Sirius but that hadn’t stopped people from going all out. Of course there were a couple of basic costumes like a skeleton or devil. But as he moved through the crowd he noticed lots of people had really put in an effort including a fourth year that had charmed a halo to hover over her head.

Sirius made his way towards the chairs at the back of the common room where he had spotted a familiar flame of red hair. When he broke through the crowd he found Lily sitting on the arm of a chair that James was sitting in. She was in a long flowing pink gown with a small matching headpiece around her head and James was dressed all in green, a hat placed on his head though his hair still poked out in all directions from underneath it. Standing by the fireplace was Peter. He was dressed as promised in a pirate costume though it was less effort than the others as his costume consisted of a striped shirt and an eye patch. And then perched on the coffee table was Y/N. Sirius’ breath caught in his throat a little as he took her in.

Her costume was not simply a red cape. A dark red velvet cape flowed behind her and her dress clung to her skimpily. A corset bunched her in so much that Sirius had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her cleavage which was much more noticeable now that she was out of her school uniform. The black corset fell into a short skirt that rested against her mid-thigh, again making Sirius avert his gaze. She spotted him on the fringes of the crowd and broke into a big grin.

‘Here’s Mr I Won’t Dress Up now,’ she said with a giggle as he moved into the group properly. ‘Hey I’m wearing one aren’t I?’ he said though he had to try not to smile. ‘And what exactly are you?’ Lily said running her eyes over his attire. Sirius spun around showing his outfit off. ‘I’m a vampire,’ he said. ‘They just look like wizards' robes,’ Peter said snarkily, evidently not having gotten over the little Friar Tuck jibe from earlier. ‘Ah yes,’ Sirius said walking over and patting Peter on the shoulder, ‘but the beauty of this my dear friend is that anyone could be a vampire. So how do you know what I’m wearing isn’t incredibly accurate?’ ‘Seems like a cop-out to me,’ Peter shrugged. ‘Well I like it,’ Y/N said tugging on Sirius’ other arm so he could come and sit beside her. He plopped down next to her, smiling back at her as she grinned widely at him, his heart thudding against his ribcage.

The gang ribbed on Sirius’ costume for a little while longer but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Y/N liked his costume and that was all that mattered. He participated in the conversation a little but most of his time was spent watching her. He listened to her laughing and joking along with his friends, her voice sounding angelic to his ears. He kept having to remind himself not to stare at her lips too much as she talked. He revelled in the heat that was exchanged between them as her bare thigh touched his clothed one. And he had to stop himself from getting swept up in the moment when she leaned across him reaching for her glass, her hand on his knee for just a second.

Then the music started to change. Some people had left meaning that there was more room on the dance floor and whoever was in charge of the music decided to play a slow song.

‘I love this one! Dance with me?’ Lily said jumping up off James’ lap. She held her hand out for James who grumbled a little but allowed himself to be pulled out of the armchair and led to the makeshift dance floor which was holding around ten or so couples. ‘I love this one too,’ Y/N said quietly as she watched her friends start to dance to the music. ‘I’m sure Pete will dance with you,’ Sirius joked though he didn’t know why. If she did dance with Peter he was sure that that would put him in an awful mood. ‘Actually,’ Peter said looking across the room, ‘I think I’ve just got a better offer.’

Peter strode off across the room to where a girl from the year below was watching him. She was standing amongst her friends who burst into fits of giggles when he appeared though she didn’t seem to care as a minute later they were walking hand in hand towards the other couples. Y/N had been watching them intently but Sirius wasn’t. He was watching her. Watching the way her lips had turned down in a small frown and the way her brow furrowed with sadness. When she turned back to him he smiled at her weakly.

‘Who’d have thought Pete would tap up before you?’ she smiled. ‘He’s a sly dog our Pete,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘Yeah, there goes my shot I guess,’ she said looking up at him shyly, ‘unless…’ ‘Unless?’ he said. ‘Never mind it’s stupid,’ she said visibly shaking the thought from her brain. ‘Unless we dance?’ he finished. She flushed at the suggestion which made that strange feeling arise in Sirius’ lower belly. ‘You don’t have to,’ she said. ‘I want to,’ he said standing up. She bit her lip looking between him and the dancefloor before she nodded. The two of them walked to the outskirts of where everyone was dancing. Sirius’ arms went instinctively to her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. It may have been his first time doing anything with her but that didn't mean he was a novice. They swayed to the music, moving their feet slowly as they sort of rotated on the spot. Sirius looked at James and Lily. He was holding her waist with one hand and his other was holding hers, resting against his chest next to her head. She was tucked gently under his chin and his eyes were closed as they danced lost in the moment. Sirius wanted to do the same with his dance partner.

‘Thanks,’ she said watching him closely. ‘No problem,’ he shrugged but she looked at him with a serious expression. ‘What?’ he asked after a moment. ‘You’re sweet you know that?’ she said. ‘Yeah sweeter than Honeydukes I am,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘I mean it,’ she said dropping her gaze for a moment before she continued, ‘I mean you didn’t have to dance with me…and you didn’t have to wear a costume but you did.’ ‘It wasn’t as if it was any big hassle,’ he mumbled. Their relationship up to now had always been a back-and-forth of witty banter, and her being so genuine with him was making him nervous. ‘Well it cheered me up anyway,’ she said Sirius wanted to ask her what was the matter but she spoke before he could, ‘can I ask you something?’ ‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Why a vampire?’

Sirius went to say something witty but he paused as he thought about his reasons for the costume. Sure it had been a last-minute thing. Something he could have just thrown together but it wasn’t his first thought and with her being so real with him he didn’t want to laugh it off so he told her the truth.

‘It wasn’t meant to be a vampire,’ he said honestly. ‘Oh?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said nervously, ‘at first I was going to come as…a death eater.’ ‘Sirius,’ she gasped. ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘but before you scold me I don’t mean the out-and-out lunatics they’ve got at the minute. The stupid masks and whatnot. I mean like they were at the beginning. These robes were bought for me by my mother. If it were up to her I’d only wear the finest robes that money can buy. Because wearing muggle clothing is so shameful.’

There was a bitterness to his voice that made Y/N’s face scrunch up in concern but the scoff at the end told her he was ashamed.

‘I was going to pretend to be just like them. Act all snooty and stuck up,’ he sneered, ‘like a good pure blood. Like someone from the Noble House of Black should…but the more I thought about it the more I realised as funny as it is it’s not really a costume. Yeah, they’re ridiculous but it's not funny. They’re terrible people. Why should I make fun of them when everything they stand for is everything I’m against,’ he said. Y/N nodded as the pair fell silent for a moment. It felt odd but nice to get all that off of his chest. He knew she wouldn’t judge him.

‘Well I’m glad you went with vampire,’ she said after a moment, ‘they don’t deserve someone like you even pretending to be like them.’ ‘I’m sure my mother wishes I actually were like them,’ he said. ‘Well she’s wrong,’ Y/N said, ‘you’re worth more than all of them put together.’ ‘Y/N,’ he mumbled blushing a little at the compliment. ‘I mean it,’ she said stopping them from swaying. He looked at her watching him with a sympathetic gaze, ‘Sirius Black you are one of the funniest, nicest, most charming people I’ve ever met.’ ‘Thanks,’ Sirius mumbled. His heartbeat was in his ears and his hands had become sweaty as she spoke but he didn’t care. He was going to tell her. He was going to tell her he thought all those things about her and more. Let her know that he liked her but she spoke first, ‘Remus!’

Sirius watched as she let go of him, moving past him to where Remus was coming in through the portrait hole. His was paler than normal a fresh gash poking out near his neck under his jumper. Sirius watched as he threw his arms around Y/N in a somewhat tired fashion and she leaned up and kissed him. Sirius's stomach dropped.

They walked towards him and he considered running out of the room trying to get away from the feelings in the pit of his stomach but his legs weren’t cooperating. Y/N was chattering away to Remus who seemed tired but nevertheless smiled as she talked, his arm around her shoulders.

‘Hey mate,’ Remus said. Sirius watched as Y/N leaned into him. ‘Hey,’ Sirius said as evenly as he could muster, ‘you alright?’ ‘Little worse for wear but nothing too bad,’ Remus shrugged. His change was always hellish but he never complained. ‘I can’t believe you made it,’ Y/N said looking up at her boyfriend with a smile. ‘I promised you didn’t I?’ Remus said. ‘I know I know,’ she said, ‘but you didn’t have to force yourself out of bed.’ ‘And have our couple's costume fall flat? Not a chance,' Remus chuckled pressing a kiss to her temple. ‘Couples costume?’ Sirius said looking at them both. ‘Yeah,’ Y/N said, ‘I’m little red riding hood.’ ‘And I’m the big bad wolf,’ Remus chuckled. Sirius forced a laugh but his heart wasn’t really in it. Of course. Of course, they had a couple's costume. Of course, she’d been upset because her boyfriend couldn't come. He’d cheered her up but only because the one person she wanted to see wasn’t available. Sirius cursed himself inwardly. How could he be so blind?

‘What are you supposed to be?’ Remus said eyeing his costume. ‘A vampire,’ Sirius said. ‘Think of it last minute eh?’ Remus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a good costume,’ Y/N said looking at Remus and then at Sirius with a knowing smile. ‘Well I suppose I just came as myself so I can’t argue with that,’ Remus said, ‘so what’s everyone up to?’ ‘Dancing,’ Y/N said, ‘Sirius-’ ‘Was just going to get a drink? Want one?’ Sirius said. Y/N looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything. ‘In a bit,’ Remus said as he looked down at Y/N, ‘wanna dance? ‘Of course,’ she said, ‘but not if you’re too tired we can sit down with Sirius and-’ ‘Actually, I’ve got other plans,’ Sirius said looking at a pretty blonde who was just leaving through the portrait hole. Before either of them could say anything he pushed past the pair and headed out through the portrait hole.

But once outside he didn't follow the girl. Instead, he walked down corridor after corridor before he eventually ended up at the astronomy tower. He leant against the railing, looking out over the Hogwarts grounds which were visible for miles given the waning moonlight. He couldn’t believe he had almost told her how he felt. He knew she and Remus were a couple. Remus was his best friend for god's sake! He had watched his friend fawn and fret over her until he finally had the courage to ask her out. He hadn’t intervened. He knew that if he had told Remus of his feelings for her the boy would bow out and as much as it pained him to see her with his best mate he couldn’t do it to Remus.

No, he’d gotten too close tonight. He tried to imagine what it would have been like if he had said the words. If she felt the same way he’d lose Remus. If she didn’t she’d pity him or tell Remus anyway. Either way, he’d never be able to show his face around the pair of them ever again. No. He needed to keep it inside.

Even though it made his heart ache beyond belief he had to.

He couldn’t lose either one of them.

The way they kiss, Their happiness, Will my aching heart ever mend, Or will I always be in love, With the girl of my best friend

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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18+ mdni

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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

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❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞

summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

pairing/s: poly!marauders x reader. (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.)

tags: reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair, edited: very minor detail.

note: there is little plot, it’s just the marauders and their adoration for you. thank you all so much for your kind responses to my first marauders fic :(( ilysm! i hope you enjoy this one as well! because there are parts when i was writing that i ended up kicking my feet in the air and smiling to myself.

“MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, you’re my mum — one of my ‘em, actually. It’s complicated. And you’re married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.”

You blink.

“Get the fuck out of my room!”

Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudley’s sloppy punches, but he’s never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old mother’s fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesn’t know precisely how he arrived here. In the Slytherin common room, to be exact, in your dorm. Harry remembers duelling with Death Eaters, Hermione calling his name, and a flash of light hitting him square in the chest, then he remembers waking up in the cold tiles of the snake dungeon. He nearly throws himself off the window when he meets your eyes, bleary from interrupted sleep — it’s not often he gets to meet [read: one of] his dead parents, after all, three had been brutally murdered by Voldemort, and one killed by his own loony cousin. He misses Sirius, though. A lot. And right about now, he could do with some of Hermione’s nagging and brilliant plan-making.

At present — or past, Harry guesses — he watches you scramble out from your duvet, hand clumsily reaching for your wand as you snarl at him. He wonders if his mother knows that he’s encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isn’t this the last thing he’s supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good — just this once, he’d like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls.

“If you’d just let me explain, mum—!” Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, you’re crazy. “Please!”

“Stop calling me that!” You screech, eyes set ablaze. Harry finds that you’re quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook — which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesn’t dare complain because you’re his mother, and he’s respectful like that — and after you’ve exhausted your breath, running him into a corner, and your nostrils flare with the stubbornness of a lion, you point the tip of your wand at him. “If this is another one of the Prewett’s shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girls’ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you aren’t walking out that door in the next five seconds, I will kill you and string you up by your bottoms for everyone in school to see! Maybe all your stupid rumours of me being a Death-Eater might come true after all!”

“You’re a Death-Eater?” Harry asks dumbly.

You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. “I wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.”

“Professor,” Harry corrects with a toothy grin. “Professor McGonagall.”

You slam his head against the wall.

Definitely the wrong thing to say.

Harry groans, little Dobby heads floating around his vision. Why was this so much harder than actually facing Voldemort? Quick, he needed to think of something, otherwise he’d end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure you’d use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies.

“You hate your father,” Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remus’s stories of how you were the gentlest magical being he’s ever had the privilege to love — now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. “He’s forcing you to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You love to read Muggle literature but had to stop when your father burnt your whole collection of books. Your favorite novel is Persuasion by Jane Austen. It’s the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.”

Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not meant to be funny, mum,” Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically — strange how this is the most he’s ever uttered the word, mum; it’s a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. “You have tremors in your left leg from when your father cast the Cruciatus curse on you. One of your dearest friends is a Hogwarts house-elf named Pipley. You cheated on your Transfiguration essay once, and—”

“That’s enough!” You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. “I don’t know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.”

Harry scoffs — you don’t understand. Everything he’s learned about you is from Sirius and Remus. They talk about you with whispered devotion, your name like a prayer on their lips, their eyes glazed with wistfulness as though they could see you reaching out for them — but you were dead in Harry’s time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you.

(“She’s a different kind of beautiful,” Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, “The kind of beautiful you don’t want to take your eyes off from because you’re afraid she’ll disappear from your eyes. But you won’t forget her, oh no, you’ll memorize the freckles and moles on her skin, the scars from her years, the light in her eyes, and the way she holds her head up high. You should have seen her, James, she. . . she was — is glorious.”)

“I told you,” says Harry firmly — although he loves his mother very much, she’s beginning to wear him out, “My name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.” A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing he’s looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. “It’s—”

“A family heirloom,” You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. “Where did you steal this from?”

Harry rolls his eyes. “You left it for me in my Gringotts vault. It’s my heirloom now. You have to believe me, there’s no way you can deny this.”

You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed — Harry nearly stumbling to catch you in case you fell; adjusting to the living proof of time travel was quite difficult, he, of all people, should know. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “Magic, amirite?”

You throw a pillow at him, which he catches gracefully thanks to his Seeker reflexes, as you plop down in the comforts of your quilts. “Sleep. The other girls won’t be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. It’s way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.”

Harry smiles. “Yes, mum.”

ONE THING THAT his fathers failed to tell him about you, and that Harry had to learn himself, was that you took ages to get ready. You sat on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, the birch wood legs whittled with snakes, and it was as though you had a Sticking Charm on the cushion. Harry didn’t know there could be so many creams, oils, and serums, and powders one put on their face. He blanches when you turn to offer him a cream for his under eyes. (“Suit yourself.” You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. “Just saying, those dark circles aren’t doing you any favors.”)

“What am I like in the future?” You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home.

Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size — you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. It’s come full circle, really, the Sorting Hat had once told him he would be great in Slytherin, and now here he was, looking fabulous in green — because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (“No son—” You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still can’t accept the fact. Harry doesn’t blame you. “—no son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.” And Harry finds that he really doesn’t care, so long as you call him your son.)

“Loved,” replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror — they were piercing. One look and Harry wanted to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He remembers the photographs in his album, the one he’s stared at so many times as a child. It’s a moving photograph of the five of you, fresh out of Hogwarts, each wearing a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Before Sirius and Remus, it was the only semblance of proof that Harry had — that you had once been alive. Remus is holding you by the waist in the picture, twirling you around as autumn leaves fell. You were — are — loved, and Harry thinks there’s no better description than that.

(“I bloody hated her cat,” says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. “Sirius, too. We just never got along with the little creature. But your mother loved it, and we would have done anything to make her happy. She deserved it, you see. She deserved more than what I had to offer her, but still she chose me anyway. And I am a selfish man, Harry, I crave glimpses of her and the whispers of her voice. She has made me a mad man whose only reprieve is her touch.”)

You hum knowingly. “Stupid question, I guess. Since you aren’t allowed to reveal anything more about the future.” You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. “Except, of course, when you gave me a heart attack in the middle of the night by telling me the last thing I want to become — no offense, I just don’t see how a relationship with those rowdy bunch would work. They get on my nerves far too much for me to ever feel anything other than disgust.”

Harry doesn’t need a mirror to see that his expression has contorted in confusion; brows knitted and upper lip crinkled. By their memories of you, you all were madly in love in Hogwarts. Damn. This just made his trip to the past a lot harder. No maze seems to be ever just a maze.

Luckily, you don’t notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, “But you don’t seem to be phased by any of this. If I had been thrown twenty years into the past, I would have puked my guts out twice at some point.”

“Thanks for the image,” says Harry with a scowl. Truthfully, it had either been a present with a noseless Dark Lord to face, trauma to unpack but really never have the chance to, or a past where all of his parents were alive, and a chance to talk with them for however long he has. He knows where he’ll be staying, thank you very much.

“Anytime,” You reply with an impish smile.

Your heels pad across the floor as you walk over to him, mouth clicking as you pat the top of his head, full of wild, untameable Potter hair. “You need a trim soon,” You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp — and Harry knows exactly what’s coming next. “Oh, you’ve got Evans’s eyes. That’s freaky.”

“I know.” Harry grins.

“Here’s the plan,” You say as you lead him out of your room, making sure no one saw him walking out of your door and getting the wrong impression — because that would be so wrong on many levels, but also, explaining to someone else that the person beside you was a time-traveller was just complicated in general. The Slytherin dungeon is unfamiliarly familiar, eerily quiet, as the two of you made your way out. “Just say you’re Potter’s distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and you’ve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, they’ll believe it eventually.”

“Will that work?” Harry doesn’t really mind — he needs a connection to James, his father, if he’s going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesn’t seem like you’re too fond of them. There’s a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides he’s going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them — on the list of most insane things he’s ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally.

You shrug. “They’ve fallen for less.”

(“She’s got this adorable habit when she lies,” Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast — Remus browsing through the morning paper. It’s the closest he’s ever been to a normal family. “It’s not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.” For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. “D’you remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious — with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didn’t matter. I’d happily let her lead me to my ruin.”)

The Great Hall is the same as Harry remembers. Now that most have returned home for the holidays, those who stay back mingle with students from other Houses, sharing meals under the bewitched ceiling, their low murmurs and hushed Christmas greetings bouncing off the walls. Harry scours the four tables to find a hint of blazing red hair, or the scent of impending trouble. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you — and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow.

You’re barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table — more precisely, he struts, and Harry is horrified to ever be proven wrong by Snape, of all people. He ignores the roll of your eyes as he drags a leg over the bench, sitting to face you as Sirius occupies the space to your left before Harry can even sit down. He can’t even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers.

“Morning, dove.” James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though he’s ran his hand through it many times. “You look ravishing today.”

“As always,” Sirius pipes in. “But that eyeshadow really isn’t complementing your skin tone, my darling.”

You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. “Piss off, Black.”

James stifles a laugh as he shovels a mass of potatoes on your plate, then pumpkin pasties, and slides a steaming cup of Dragon Well tea in front of you.

“What the hell are you doing, Potter?” You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast.

“What does it look like?” James smiles lopsidedly. “You need to eat more, honey.”

(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, “It started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves — but then, it just became this thing about taking care of her, making sure she got enough sleep before her tests, wondering if she had breakfast or dinner, staying with her in the library, walking her to the Slytherin common room, and sending her stupid notes just to make her laugh. You don’t get it, Harry. I’d give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.” Harry doesn’t see Sirius any more during that evening, but he hears a bottle crashing against a wall, cracking into a million pieces, and the masked sound of Sirius sobbing, and Harry decides to leave him alone for the night.)

Then, you tear your eyes away from James — he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that you’ve deprived him of your eyes; they were his favorite part of you, you see, so expressive and full of life; James thinks you put the stars to shame — and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Sirius’s leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. “Potter, meet other Potter. It’s the holidays, shouldn’t it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?”

James looks at Harry up and down. “You must be from dad’s side of the family with all that hair.”

Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy — way too easy. When he takes the vacant space in between you and Sirius, you dump all the available food on his plate, just as James had done for you.

“Eat,” You say with a tone of finality. “You look like the wind could snap you in half.”

“Yes, m—” Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Sirius’s curious gaze.

“Wow.” Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. “You really look like a mini-James, you’ve even got his terrible eyesight.”

“Oi!”

Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. “Not that I do enjoy your company — because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight — but why are you here? The Gryffindor table is over there. Unless your housemates finally got sick of you, Potter, which I can definitely see happening.”

James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. “It’s as you said, isn’t it? It’s the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think it’s a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.”

“Drop dead,” You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary.

“Oh, dove.” James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. “It’s cute that you think death will keep me from you.”

(Harry’s been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. “A dramatic one, James was,” Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, “He always said he’d rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight — it was ugly — and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remus’s arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didn’t deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.”)

“That is so creepy,” You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. “I still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.”

“It’s all part of the charm, dove.” James winks. “It’s all part of the charm.”

Harry wants to barf, actually.

After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (He’s gonna need the patience of a saint to not Avada Kedavra that rat on the spot.) Harry had spent the whole morning watching Sirius peel oranges and give them to you with a smitten look in his eyes — naturally, you gave whatever Sirius offered you to Harry, and each time Padfoot would visibly wilt. If he were in his Animagus form, Harry thinks he would be whining by now, tongue out and all. James and Sirius follow after you like lost puppies when you extricate yourself from the table.

“Where are you going?” James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.

“Away from you, Potter!”

And James actually sighs when you turn the corner and disappear from their peripheral vision. Seconds later, he turns to Harry with a blinding smile, “She’s definitely charmed.”

Harry chortles.

“Well, come on then!” James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harry’s neck — this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. “I still can’t believe we’ve got another Potter here and in Slytherin. I think I would have remembered Minnie calling your name during the Sorting Ceremony. What year are you in?”

He’s supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. “Fifth.” Technically.

“We should ask Lily,” says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. “She’s got the best memory out of all of us.”

It’s odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person who’s got his eyes — or the other way around, as people have told him. It’s like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evans’s eyes and bestowed it upon Harry for safekeeping. She sits beside Remus Lupin, head resting on his shoulder, hands clasped together, as they enjoy the shade. Nex to them, oblivious to their intimate conversation, is Peter Pettigrew — with his rosy, cherub cheeks and innocent blue eyes; not at all the image of a pathological, cowardly liar. Their heads snap in attention as James boisterously cries for their name.

“Marauders — and Lily-pad — meet ickle Potter.” James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, he’s sure there’s an imprint of his father’s hand on his back now.

“There’s two Potters in Hogwarts?” Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. “How even is the castle still standing?”

James cackles like it’s the best joke he’s ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least they’re buying Harry’s half-baked lie. At this point, it’s not even baked, it’s just wet, soggy, and poorly done. “Good one, Lily-pad!”

Sirius ruffles Remus’s shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. “This one here’s Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.”

Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right?

Remus doesn’t even flinch, just peels off Sirius’s hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. “Please do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.”

“It’s true, we Potters are just hard to forget,” says James, smiling cheekily.

Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Mum didn’t take the Potter name. I’m part Dursley. Muggle.”

Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. “Dursley, huh? What a familiar name.”

“It’s a common one,” Harry assures her — not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable.

“I suppose you’re right,” says Lily, unconvinced.

“And this is Peter.” James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice — as though this isn’t the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter won’t betray his friends all because of fear.

“N–Nice to meet you,” Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, “Any family of James is a friend of ours.”

Harry’s eye twitches.

IT IS ALMOST COMICAL — the way their eyes land on your figure, bursting through the courtyard from the corridors, winter cloak swishing with every step, tendrils of hair swaying in the crisp wind, and head held up high, thick books under your arms. You pause in front of the Marauders, face blank, then you turn to Peter, greeting him with a: “Hello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.”

Peter’s cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no — absolutely not — Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. “Hi,” Peter replies shyly.

Lily quirks her lips. “Hello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?”

You scowl. “Zip it, Evans.”

The sound of Lily’s laughter fills the atmosphere — it’s the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. “Had a bit of difficulty with the star charts?”

Sirius pinches your cheek — Harry thinks you’re going to murder him on the spot. “Difficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.”

James snickers. “Must have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.”

“I most certainly do not drool!” You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.

Sirius rolls his eyes. “What? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, you’re just as human as we are.”

“Oh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriating—” You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp — it’s the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading.

“Irresistibly attractive—?” Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands.

“In your dreams!” You shrill.

You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry — for a moment he fears that you’ll bite his head off. “Harry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think I’ve found something important regarding your situation.”

Harry nods. “Is it time already?”

“Yes,” You say firmly. “And time is of the essence. Come on.”

“Wait!” Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow — he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. “Hogsmeade next week?”

Your jaw falls to the ground — this must have been unrehearsed, if the others’ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldn’t decide between applauding Lily’s bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, princess,” says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. “You, me, Hogsmeade. A date. I’m sure you’ve gone on one of those before.”

Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. “A–And what makes you think I’ll just go with you?”

Lily shrugs. “I’m fit. Aren’t I, Remus?”

“The fittest,” says Remus without missing a beat.

You laugh incredulously. “Do you just expect me to go along with this? You’re mad, Evans.”

Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this.

“Are you scared, princess?” Lily’s face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching — Harry doesn’t know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting — as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes.

To your credit, you don’t back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lily’s lips for a split second.) “Stop calling me that, Evans.”

“One date, then.”

You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back — pretending not to hear their conversation. “I suppose I’ll have to deal with them as well?”

Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. “We’re a package deal.”

“Unfortunately,” You utter — but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, “I choose where we’re going.”

“Done.” The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you.

“And I want to—”

“Done,” Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”

You fight a growing smile, but continue, “If we’re going out in public, you’re going to have to wear—”

“Done,” says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world.

“You can’t just agree to anything I say!” You flap your arms in frustration.

“Yes, dear,” Sirius teases.

“Do you know how much you piss me off, Black?” You squawk. “Because you are this close to—”

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words.

“I—” You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’ve gone mad.”

“It’s your fault, dove,” says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. “You best take accountability for this.”

“You’re incorrigible — all of you,” You say as you avoid their gazes.

(But they were yours. Past, present, and future. They loved you so much that their soul was no longer their own — it was yours; yours to keep, yours to break, and yours to love. It would be unjust to ask them why they loved you. Do we ask why the sun rises each day without rest? Do we ask a daisy to stop blooming, or a tree to stop growing after it has endured storms and floods? After all, we do not ask why humans follow the light in a tunnel shrouded in darkness.)

“Come on, Harry, let’s go.” You reach for his hand, he notices immediately that the tips of your ears are pink, and your palms are warm with sweat. He barely sees Peter wave goodbye before you tug him in the direction of the castle entrance.

“Wait up!” Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you — not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. “I’ll walk you to the library.”

“There’s no need for that, Lupin, thank you.” You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harry’s arm.

“Remus,” He says with a twinkle. “Call me Remus.”

“Alright.” You pause. “Remus.”

(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didn’t think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you — the pure-blooded princess, dressed in clothing worth more than his life, adorned in jewelry he could only dream to afford, raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Then, you beat up Evan Rosier the next month in the courtyard, eyes ablaze, extravagant silk marred with grass stains and mud, and knuckles split open. You spit blood on the ground, looking at Lily then back at Rosier. “Red,” You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagall’s wrath growing louder and louder. “Just like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. We’ve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.”

“I’ll tell your father about this!” Rosier bellows through bloody teeth.

“Tell him!” You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. “Tell him that I decide my own future now!”

Remus doesn’t even have to think about it.

He falls in love.)

FUNNILY ENOUGH, IT’S LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. It’s the last month of her first year at Hogwarts — it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her — Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people can’t believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, she’s heard it a few times now but it always hurts the same. James and Sirius get into a fight for her honor, now faced with detention later this evening. But she can’t help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didn’t belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps she’ll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.

“Oi.”

The sound of your voice startles her, and she nearly topples over in the Great Lake. Lily catches sight of your Slytherin colors and resigns herself to another round of name-calling. “What do you want?”

“They’re wrong, you know,” You tell her, ignoring Lily’s question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly — she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. “You’ve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. They’re scared.”

Lily scoffs. “I’m just a Mudblood to them. There’s nothing to be intimidated by.”

You sneer. “Don’t say that word. You’re more than that. More than them. They’ve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you — you’ve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You don’t have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.”

Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. “You’re my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. We’ve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.”

Lily just gapes. She’s certain there’s butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. There’s a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach — like the urge to kick her legs and scream into a pillow, or more precisely, chase after you and hold your hand.

She stiffens.

Oh.

part two

#hp angst #hp fluff #hp imagine #hp x reader #james potter x reader #lily evans x reader #marauders angst #marauders fluff #marauders imagine #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #remus lupin x reader

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valentinetypewriter · 8 months

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Wolfstar x Reader Incorrect Quotes Part 2

Sirius Black x reader x Remus lupin

Masterlist

Y/n: Who do we know that has handcuffs

Sirius: Well Remus and I-

Remus: *elbows Sirius*

Sirius: ...wouldn't know

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Sirius: Thank you all for coming

Y/n, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here

Sirius: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Sirius Task Force"

Remus: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way

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Sirius: What have you done with Y/n?

Remus: Nothing, why? Do you think I should?

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Remus, trying to ask Y/n out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Sirius: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER

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Remus: Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?

Y/n: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Sirius are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Remus: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss, I’ve read books

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Y/n: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on

Sirius: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Remus isn’t

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myfictionaldreams · 4 months

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I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess.

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

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