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hi!! i saw your requests were open but i was wondering if youâd do a high maintenance reader w any of the marauders?? i just realized that i got my hair done, my eyelashes done, my nails done, and a facial all within a week and now im crying because i canât afford my lifestyle, and also because i didnât realize i was considered high maintenance until now :/
âWeâre not having this conversation again, angel.â James says as he holds your hand on the walk back to the car.
You frown, catching a glimpse at your nails and smiling before frowning again. âBut Jamie, itâs every month!â
He opens the back door for you, letting you slide in before he gets in himself.
Remus is driving while Sirius sits in the passenger seat, hair held back a bun thatâs not very effective but makes him all the more handsome.
âItâs not a problem, sweet girl.â James steals a kiss. âWe donât mind.â Remus catches a glimpse at you in the rear view mirror.
âWhatâs wrong dove?â You pout, not really upset with them but upset at what you realized halfway through your nail appointment.
âAll three of you always pay for my things,â All the boys frown, they donât see the issue. You sigh, your fists banging on your exposed knees under your skirt.
âEvery time I have an appointment, one of you comes just to pay. Doesnât that make you feel gross? Like youâre just here to maintain me?â
Sirius turns to face you first. Heâs not the best with words, but heâs always able to get to you faster than the other boys.
âWhy would we feel gross about taking care of you? Youâre not a thing to maintain and even if we do pay for your things it doesnât mean itâs a burden.â
Remus nods at Siriusâ words, âWe donât come just to pay either. We like seeing you get all dolled up, lovely girl. Itâs a treat for us as much as it is for you.â
You roll your eyes, disbelieving, âJust this week, Iâve done my hair, had a facial, got waxed and did my nails and you all paid for something.â
Remus nods, driving effortlessly while holding your eyes in the rear view. âWe like taking care of you dove. You never ask for us to do it, we just do because it makes us feel good.â
James nods, lips to your temple. âIt does. So what if you go do a million procedures a month? Just as long as we get to finance it.â
You sigh long and hard, âBut itâs so much.â
Remus shakes his head, voice soothing even as he maneuvers the car through traffic, âBaby, we all argue about who gets to pay for what. Itâs not too much for us, we want to keep doing it.â
Sirius cuts you a hard look from the passenger side when he catches your eye roll, âPoppet,â he leans around the seat to look you in the eyes. âWe like maintaining you. We like spending our money on you when you want to do something, thatâs not an issue to us, got it?â
James speaks softly when you donât answer, âSâlike Remus said, angel. No sense in making yourself feel bad for something weâd practically fight each other to do, yeah?â
You nod, a little bashful under his gaze and when he beckons you forward with his chin, you nearly scramble across the middle seat to kiss him.
Siriusâ hands tangle in your hair and you pull away, âI just got it done yesterday, Siri.â He smiles, all wicked and best pleased.
âAnd you look all the more gorgeous.â He steals another kiss just as Remus pulls up to your brunch destination. âNow câmon, weâve got to show you off after all this.â
Remus turns your face before you get too far, stealing a couple kisses for himself. âNo more worrying about us taking care of you, yeah?â
Youâre dazed and kisses silly, âYeah, Remmy.â James gets his kisses last and you have to wait ten minutes in the backseat before getting out with any of them while you hide a smile.
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âi am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.â
summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.
pairing/s: poly!marauders + lily 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, itâs 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.
âMY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, youâre my mum â one of my âem, actually. Itâs complicated. And youâre married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.âÂ
You blink.Â
âGet the fuck out of my room!âÂ
Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudleyâs sloppy punches, but heâs never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old motherâs fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesnât 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 â itâs 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 Hermioneâs nagging and brilliant plan-making.Â
At present â or past, Harry guesses â 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 heâs encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isnât this the last thing heâs supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good â just this once, heâd like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls.Â
âIf youâd just let me explain, mumâ!â Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, youâre crazy. âPlease!âÂ
âStop calling me that!â You screech, eyes set ablaze. Harry finds that youâre quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook â which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesnât dare complain because youâre his mother, and heâs respectful like that â and after youâve 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. âIf this is another one of the Prewettâs shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girlsâ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you arenât 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!âÂ
âYouâre a Death-Eater?â Harry asks dumbly.Â
You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. âI wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.âÂ
âProfessor,â Harry corrects with a toothy grin. âProfessor McGonagall.âÂ
You slam his head against the wall.
Definitely the wrong thing to say.Â
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 heâd end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure youâd use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies.Â
âYou hate your father,â Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remusâs stories of how you were the gentlest magical being heâs ever had the privilege to love â now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. âHeâs 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. Itâs the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.â Â
Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. âThis isnât funny.âÂ
âItâs not meant to be funny, mum,â Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically â strange how this is the most heâs ever uttered the word, mum; itâs a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. âYou 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, andââÂ
âThatâs enough!â You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. âI donât know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.âÂ
Harry scoffs â you donât understand. Everything heâs 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 â but you were dead in Harryâs time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you.Â
(âSheâs a different kind of beautiful,â Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, âThe kind of beautiful you donât want to take your eyes off from because youâre afraid sheâll disappear from your eyes. But you wonât forget her, oh no, youâll 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 â is glorious.â)Â
âI told you,â says Harry firmly â although he loves his mother very much, sheâs beginning to wear him out, âMy name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.â A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing heâs looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. âItâsââÂ
âA family heirloom,â You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. âWhere did you steal this from?âÂ
Harry rolls his eyes. âYou left it for me in my Gringotts vault. Itâs my heirloom now. You have to believe me, thereâs no way you can deny this.âÂ
You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed â 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. âMagic, amirite?âÂ
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. âSleep. The other girls wonât be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. Itâs way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.âÂ
Harry smiles. âYes, mum.âÂ
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 didnât 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. (âSuit yourself.â You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. âJust saying, those dark circles arenât doing you any favors.â)
âWhat am I like in the future?â You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home.Â
Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size â you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. Itâs 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 â because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (âNo sonââ You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still canât accept the fact. Harry doesnât blame you. ââno son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.â And Harry finds that he really doesnât care, so long as you call him your son.)Â Â
âLoved,â replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror â 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 heâs stared at so many times as a child. Itâs 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 â 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 â are â loved, and Harry thinks thereâs no better description than that.Â
(âI bloody hated her cat,â says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. âSirius, 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.â)Â
You hum knowingly. âStupid question, I guess. Since you arenât allowed to reveal anything more about the future.â You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. âExcept, 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 â no offense, I just donât 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.âÂ
Harry doesnât 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.Â
Luckily, you donât notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, âBut you donât 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.âÂ
âThanks for the image,â 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 heâll be staying, thank you very much.Â
âAnytime,â You reply with an impish smile.Â
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. âYou need a trim soon,â You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp â and Harry knows exactly whatâs coming next. âOh, youâve got Evansâs eyes. Thatâs freaky.âÂ
âI know.â Harry grins.Â
âHereâs the plan,â 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 â 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. âJust say youâre Potterâs distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and youâve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, theyâll believe it eventually.âÂ
âWill that work?â Harry doesnât really mind â he needs a connection to James, his father, if heâs going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesnât seem like youâre too fond of them. Thereâs a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides heâs going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them â on the list of most insane things heâs ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally.Â
You shrug. âTheyâve fallen for less.âÂ
(âSheâs got this adorable habit when she lies,â Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast â Remus browsing through the morning paper. Itâs the closest heâs ever been to a normal family. âItâs not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.â For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. âDâyou remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious â with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didnât matter. Iâd happily let her lead me to my ruin.â)Â Â
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 doesnât have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you â and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow.Â
Youâre barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table â 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 canât even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers.Â
âMorning, dove.â James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though heâs ran his hand through it many times. âYou look ravishing today.âÂ
âAs always,â Sirius pipes in. âBut that eyeshadow really isnât complementing your skin tone, my darling.âÂ
You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. âPiss off, Black.â
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.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, Potter?â You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast.Â
âWhat does it look like?â James smiles lopsidedly. âYou need to eat more, honey.â
(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, âIt started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves â 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 donât get it, Harry. Iâd give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.â Harry doesnât 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.)Â
Then, you tear your eyes away from James â he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that youâve 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 â and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Siriusâs leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. âPotter, meet other Potter. Itâs the holidays, shouldnât it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?âÂ
James looks at Harry up and down. âYou must be from dadâs side of the family with all that hair.âÂ
Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy â 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.Â
âEat,â You say with a tone of finality. âYou look like the wind could snap you in half.âÂ
âYes, mââ Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Siriusâs curious gaze.Â
âWow.â Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. âYou really look like a mini-James, youâve even got his terrible eyesight.âÂ
âOi!âÂ
Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. âNot that I do enjoy your company â because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight â 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.âÂ
James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. âItâs as you said, isnât it? Itâs the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think itâs a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.âÂ
âDrop dead,â You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary.Â
âOh, dove.â James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. âItâs cute that you think death will keep me from you.âÂ
(Harryâs been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. âA dramatic one, James was,â Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, âHe always said heâd rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight â it was ugly â and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remusâs arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didnât deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.â)Â
âThat is so creepy,â You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. âI still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.âÂ
âItâs all part of the charm, dove.â James winks. âItâs all part of the charm.âÂ
Harry wants to barf, actually.
After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (Heâs 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 â 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.
âWhere are you going?â James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.
âAway from you, Potter!âÂ
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, âSheâs definitely charmed.â
Harry chortles.
âWell, come on then!â James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harryâs neck â this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. âI still canât believe weâve 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?âÂ
Heâs supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. âFifth.â Technically.Â
âWe should ask Lily,â says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. âSheâs got the best memory out of all of us.â
Itâs odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person whoâs got his eyes â or the other way around, as people have told him. Itâs like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evansâs 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 â 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.Â
âMarauders â and Lily-pad â meet ickle Potter.â James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, heâs sure thereâs an imprint of his fatherâs hand on his back now.Â
âThereâs two Potters in Hogwarts?â Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. âHow even is the castle still standing?âÂ
James cackles like itâs the best joke heâs ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least theyâre buying Harryâs half-baked lie. At this point, itâs not even baked, itâs just wet, soggy, and poorly done. âGood one, Lily-pad!â
Sirius ruffles Remusâs shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. âThis one hereâs Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.âÂ
Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right?Â
Remus doesnât even flinch, just peels off Siriusâs hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. âPlease do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I canât believe this is the first time weâve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.âÂ
âItâs true, we Potters are just hard to forget,â says James, smiling cheekily.Â
Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. âMum didnât take the Potter name. Iâm part Dursley. Muggle.âÂ
Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. âDursley, huh? What a familiar name.âÂ
âItâs a common one,â Harry assures her â not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable.Â
âI suppose youâre right,â says Lily, unconvinced.Â
âAnd this is Peter.â James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice â as though this isnât the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter wonât betray his friends all because of fear.Â
âNâNice to meet you,â Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, âAny family of James is a friend of ours.âÂ
Harryâs eye twitches.Â
IT IS ALMOST COMICAL â 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: âHello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.âÂ
Peterâs cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no â absolutely not â Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. âHi,â Peter replies shyly.Â
Lily quirks her lips. âHello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?â
You scowl. âZip it, Evans.âÂ
The sound of Lilyâs laughter fills the atmosphere â itâs the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. âHad a bit of difficulty with the star charts?âÂ
Sirius pinches your cheek â Harry thinks youâre going to murder him on the spot. âDifficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.âÂ
James snickers. âMust have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.âÂ
âI most certainly do not drool!â You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.
Sirius rolls his eyes. âWhat? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, youâre just as human as we are.âÂ
âOh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriatingââ You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp â itâs the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading.Â
âIrresistibly attractiveâ?â Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands.Â
âIn your dreams!â You shrill.Â
You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry â for a moment he fears that youâll bite his head off. âHarry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think Iâve found something important regarding your situation.âÂ
Harry nods. âIs it time already?âÂ
âYes,â You say firmly. âAnd time is of the essence. Come on.âÂ
âWait!â Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow â he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. âHogsmeade next week?âÂ
Your jaw falls to the ground â this must have been unrehearsed, if the othersâ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldnât decide between applauding Lilyâs bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. âExcuse me?âÂ
âYouâre excused, princess,â says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. âYou, me, Hogsmeade. A date. Iâm sure youâve gone on one of those before.âÂ
Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. âAâAnd what makes you think Iâll just go with you?âÂ
Lily shrugs. âIâm fit. Arenât I, Remus?âÂ
âThe fittest,â says Remus without missing a beat.Â
You laugh incredulously. âDo you just expect me to go along with this? Youâre mad, Evans.âÂ
Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this.Â
âAre you scared, princess?â Lilyâs face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching â Harry doesnât know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting â as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes.Â
To your credit, you donât back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lilyâs lips for a split second.) âStop calling me that, Evans.âÂ
âOne date, then.âÂ
You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back â pretending not to hear their conversation. âI suppose Iâll have to deal with them as well?âÂ
Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. âWeâre a package deal.âÂ
âUnfortunately,â You utter â but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, âI choose where weâre going.âÂ
âDone.â The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you.Â
âAnd I want toââÂ
âDone,â Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. âAnything you want, itâs yours.âÂ
You fight a growing smile, but continue, âIf weâre going out in public, youâre going to have to wearââÂ
âDone,â says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world. Â
âYou canât just agree to anything I say!â You flap your arms in frustration.Â
âYes, dear,â Sirius teases.Â
âDo you know how much you piss me off, Black?â You squawk. âBecause you are this close toââ
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words.Â
âIââ You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. âYouâve gone mad.âÂ
âItâs your fault, dove,â says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. âYou best take accountability for this.âÂ
âYouâre incorrigible â all of you,â 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 â 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.)Â
âCome on, Harry, letâs go.â 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.Â
âWait up!â Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you â not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. âIâll walk you to the library.âÂ
âThereâs no need for that, Lupin, thank you.â You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harryâs arm.Â
âRemus,â He says with a twinkle. âCall me Remus.âÂ
âAlright.â You pause. âRemus.âÂ
(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didnât think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you â 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. âRed,â You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagallâs wrath growing louder and louder. âJust like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. Weâve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.âÂ
âIâll tell your father about this!â Rosier bellows through bloody teeth.Â
âTell him!â You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. âTell him that I decide my own future now!â
Remus doesnât even have to think about it.Â
He falls in love.)Â
FUNNILY ENOUGH, ITâS LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. Itâs the last month of her first year at Hogwarts â it still hasnât quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her â Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people canât believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, sheâs 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 canât help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didnât belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps sheâll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.
âOi.âÂ
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. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âTheyâre wrong, you know,â You tell her, ignoring Lilyâs question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly â she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. âYouâve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. Theyâre scared.âÂ
Lily scoffs. âIâm just a Mudblood to them. Thereâs nothing to be intimidated by.âÂ
You sneer. âDonât say that word. Youâre more than that. More than them. Theyâve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you â youâve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You donât have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.âÂ
Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. âYouâre my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. Weâve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.âÂ
Lily just gapes. Sheâs certain thereâs butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. Thereâs a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach â 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
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poly! marauders and cuteness aggression. like maybe reader coming home a bit tipsy from girls night and just seeing her boys and losing it. grabbing remusâ face and just kissing all over his cheeks, gnawing on jamesâ biceps and playing with siriusâ hair or tracing his tattoos.
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You leave a trail of things down the hallway that you swear youâll pick up in the morning. Your bag, both shoes, your jacket. Thereâs no time to put any of it in its proper place, not when you know your boyfriends are all cozy and waiting for you in your bed. Everything else is secondary.Â
The moment you get your eyes on them, itâs already too much. Remus is reading while Sirius chats to a nearly-asleep James, and you donât know whether to scream or hug them or burst into tears. One feels more socially acceptable than the rest.Â
A grin spreads over Siriusâ face as you crawl clumsily up the bed, so you go to him first.Â
âHi, baby.â You smear a kiss over his lips, burrowing your hands in his lovely, silken hair. It smells like his conditioner, smokey and heady and just slightly sweet. You wish you could snort it up into your nose like a drug.Â
âHi, baby,â Sirius says back at you, amused. âDid you have a good night?âÂ
âNo,â you lament, though you think you might have enjoyed it at the time.Â
Impulsively, you move to Remus, clambering across James to get on your quietest boyfriendâs lap. Heâs already set down his book, so there are no barriers to your whims as you take his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks up and kissing them all over. You think you can hear the other boys laughing somewhere beyond your lovesick haze. Remusâ skin grows warmer with each ardent press of your lips.Â
âNone of you were there,â you go on. Itâs impossible to articulate the full extent of this injustice. âYou were here, being so lovely and perfect and lovely without me.âÂ
âThatâs lovely twice.â Remus seems to recover somewhat from your surprise attack. His hand comes to rest in the middle of your back, a touch just for touchâs sake. âHow much have you had, dove?âÂ
You make a petulant, whiny sound, burying your face in his neck. There will never be enough of them, your lovely boyfriends. Or maybe itâs that theyâre enough, but you just canât get enough. Regardless. Youâre doomed to remain just on the brink of satisfaction.Â
âEnough to know that I missed you a lot,â you say pitifully.Â
âAwe, babydoll.â Jamesâ laughter is at odds with his compassionate tone. âCome here, mâlove.âÂ
This sounds like a grand idea to you. You wish theyâd simply all squish together so you could lay your affections on them one by one, in rounds.Â
James puckers his lips as you approach, readying for a kiss, and so is taken entirely aback when you forgo his face entirely.Â
âOh, well,â he says as you suck a hickey on his bicep. âI feel properly objectified.âÂ
Youâre too pleased with yourself to be sorry. He flexes playfully, eliciting a string of giggles from you as you latch on tighter.Â
âDo you think sheâs been drugged?â you hear Remus ask.Â
âDunno.â Jamesâ tone is fond. His big hand lands on the back of your head.Â
âNo, I sort of get it,â says Sirius. The mattress dips slightly, and then you feel him plant a wet kiss on your shoulder. âYou just need to get it out of your system, yeah, sweetness?âÂ
You hum in affirmation. You wrap your arms around Jamesâ middle, squeezing tight.Â
âI love you so much,â you mumble into his skin. âIâm gonna kill you.âÂ
Your boyfriendâs frame rumbles with laughter. âOkay, lovie,â he says indulgently. âYou go right ahead.â
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A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | wolfstar x reader
Pairing: R.L. x S.B. x Reader
Word Count: 9.9k
Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius canât take your eyes off Rem, Rem canât take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!
Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and youâve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you canât paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.
⥠NSFW: Smut under the cut
âSo?â Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, âwould you do it?âÂ
âPretty please?â you asked with a small pout and a few blinks.Â
Remus sighed, âWhy donât you just paint each other?âÂ
Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now.Â
âWe canât do someone weâve fucked,â Sirius said with a sigh, âWeâd already done it otherwise.âÂ
âJust use each other and draw a face from a magazine,â Remus offered.Â
âIt wonât work either,â you responded now, âWeâve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.âÂ
Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts.Â
He sighed, âAsk James?âÂ
âRegulusâ gonna do James,â Sirius responded, âHe was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.â
âWe wouldnât be asking you if we didnât need you, please Moony!âÂ
Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. âOkay,â he whispered.
âWait, really?â you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning.Â
He nodded, âBut youâll owe me, big one.âÂ
You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.
âAnything for Moony,â Sirius added.Â
Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either.Â
âYou think heâll come?â you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day.Â
âHeâll come, luv. Donât worry about it.â
You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldnât want to anymore.Â
You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor. Â
âSorry Iâm late,â he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, âI brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.âÂ
You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an âI told you so lookâ.Â
Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, âand then I couldnât find the room, this place is a bloody maze.âÂ
Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. âWe arrived late to our first class,â Sirius said. âThe teacher told us weâd have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, thatâs how we met.âÂ
âI know,â Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didnât shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldnât shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group. Â
Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. âWeâve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt youâd want someone walking in on you.âÂ
Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. âYou brought the sheet?âÂ
âOn my bag,â he said as he nodded to the side.Â
âKay,â you said as you leaned down to get it.Â
âYou may start changing Moons,â Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before.Â
He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friendâs muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it.Â
You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasnât into either of you, if only you knew.Â
Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further.Â
âWeâll do mine first,â Remus explained, at least my sketch, Siriusâ next and then weâll alternate.Â
âYouâll do different poses?â Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all.Â
âYeah,â you responded as you got a hold of yourself. âWe are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.âÂ
Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, heâd gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to âplay with itâ but accidentally grabbed him from the part heâd been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didnât want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden.Â
There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. âI got this for you,â you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. âYouâll be holding in both of your arms, itâs like a recreation of an older painting,â you explained.Â
Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius.Â
You pulled the basket in your hands again, âKind of like this, okay?â you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remusâ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup.Â
âOur concept is based on gods, sheâs going for Bacchus,â he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. âShe wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.âÂ
Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. âAnd yours?â he asked.Â
âEros and Psyche,â Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head.Â
âAnd Psyche?âÂ
âDonât worry your pretty head with it yet,â Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return.Â
You were looking at the two of them with a smile, youâd always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other.Â
Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. âWould you help me pose him?â You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right.Â
Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet heâd brought from his backpack.Â
âTime to take them off, mate,â he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didnât quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way.Â
But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand âand boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.
Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.
âIt's not too heavy is it?âÂ
âNot right now,â Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remusâ bare back and traced his fingers over his friendâs muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck.Â
âRelax,â he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remusâ skin burned at his touch. âLean your head back a little bit, would you?â Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. âA little bit more,â Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boyâs neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased.Â
âHey Angel,â he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, âIs this all right?âÂ
âCome here,â you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. âWhat do you think? Isnât he a little too stiff?âÂ
âYeah,â Sirius responded.Â
âThought so,â you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. âClose your eyes, would you?â you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. âTake a deep breath for me, good, thatâs good⌠Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone.Â
âYou mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.â Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. âYou said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.âÂ
âIt started snowing,â Remus said softly.Â
You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him.Â
âThere you go,â you said with a smile. âMuch better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?â you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek.Â
âComfortable?â Sirius teased.Â
Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. âStop teasing him, heâll tense again,â you scolded. Remus couldnât help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas.Â
âYouâre getting the proportions wrong,â Sirius said. âHis hand is bigger than that.âÂ
You grumbled in return, âI know! I justââ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. âI canât get it to work out.âÂ
âWant help?âÂ
âYou canât keep helping me when I donât get the hands rightâŚâÂ
âWhy not? You always help me with light and shadow, youâre an expert.âÂ
You sighed, âItâs not the same Sirius.âÂ
âYes it is,â he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. âCome on, loosen up.âÂ
Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you.Â
Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. âDo you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?â he asked.Â
You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, âIâll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.â
He nodded, âOkay, get ready, Iâll work on the canvas.âÂ
You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. âCold?â you asked, âwe can turn off the AC.â He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he wonât have to worry too much about that.
You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasnât until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. âSirius, If youâre painting her, can I leave?âÂ
âOf course not,â Sirius said simply, âIâm painting the both of you.âÂ
âYou what?âÂ
âEros and Psyche, remember?âÂ
âBut you said you couldnât paint people youâve fucked,â he retorted in a rather accusing manner.Â
âYeah, thatâs why Iâll switch her hair colour and youâll cover her face.âÂ
âYou never said Iâd have to pose with your naked girlfriend!âÂ
âItâs okay Rem, I donât mind, Iâve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.âÂ
Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked.Â
But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.
You eyed Sirius, âMaybe we canââ you started, biting your lip.Â
âNonsense. Weâre all adults, go on.âÂ
You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way.Â
You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, âHey, If you really donât want to do this-â
Remusâ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, âNo, Iâ I justâ I wasnât mentally prepared.âÂ
You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, âYou can look,â you said, âyouâre gonna see them anyway Rem.â He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return.Â
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldnât quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction.Â
âTheyâre beautiful, arenât they?â Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted.Â
Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. âGo on with your painting, yeah?âÂ
âYou havenât even posed,â he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, âwhere do you want me?âÂ
Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didnât want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, âAlright mate, time to lose the sheet,â he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remusâ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked.Â
You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?
âOkay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.â Remus did as told, âNow open your legs a little bit.â Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. âPlease Rem,â he added, âIâll show you mine and youâll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? Weâve both seen plenty of dicks already.âÂ
You were looking at Remusâ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friendâs cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you.Â
âYouâll be in between his legs, heâll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldnât have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus.Â
Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldnât have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage.Â
Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, âLuv, hide your head on his neck, okay?âÂ
âMhm,â you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand.Â
âWould you mind leaning in a little closer to him?âÂ
You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment.Â
Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided youâd try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, âIt's okay,â you whispered. âSirius is way faster at sketching than me, heâll be over in a second. Iâm sorry for making you uncomfortable.âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry for making this so awkward,â he said softly. âI bet you are used to this and Iâm making it weird.âÂ
âNot really,â you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. âIâve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.âÂ
âYou what?â Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldnât keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves.Â
âI only agreed to Siriusâ pose when he proposed it because youâd be the male model. I donât like modelling so close to other people.âÂ
Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick.Â
âLuv, lean in a little closer would you?â Sirius asked.Â
Remus didnât even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and thatâs when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.
He is huge.
Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more.Â
âItâs okay,â you reassured, âItâs actually quite normal, youâd be surprised how many times it happens.âÂ
Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick.Â
You could tell how much more tense he was now. âDo you want to take a break?âÂ
âNo,â he said quickly. âLetâs just get over with it.â The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his.Â
âAre you sure? Youâre a lot more tense now, Moons,â you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it.Â
He shook his head, âNo, itâs okay.âÂ
âRemusââ Sirius started.Â
âIt wonât work,â he snapped a little harsher now.Â
Siriusâs perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasnât imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. âWhy not Moony?âÂ
âSorry?â He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder.Â
âSirius, youâre making him more nervous,â you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back.Â
âNo,â he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. âI want to know why it wouldnât work.âÂ
Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner.Â
âYou donât have to respond to that, Rem.âÂ
âHe does,â Sirius insisted.Â
Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. âYouâre making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And youâre looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because youâll make us do it again!âÂ
Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk.Â
âSirius,â you warned.Â
âNo,â he said and focused on Remus again. âRemus, you think my girlfriendâs gorgeous?âÂ
âEveryone thinks your girlfriendâs gorgeous.â
âNo, Remus. Do you think she is?âÂ
Remus avoided Siriusâ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut.Â
Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didnât like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasnât one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remusâ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, âIâm asking you something, Remus.âÂ
Remus didnât reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, âIâm asking becauseââ he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, âItâs okay of you do,â he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remusâ tense shoulder. Remusâs eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Siriusâs lips pressed against him again, âbecause we both have the hots for you as well,â Sirius mumbled against his skin.
Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.
Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, âdonât play with me, Black!â he warned, angry and steady.Â
âHeâs not,â you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasnât there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. âThe question is, Remus, do you like us back?âÂ
Remusâ breath was caught in his throat, he wasnât sure what to respond, could he even?
âAnd what does that mean?âÂ
You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, âIt means we like hanging out with you,â you said softly and took a step towards him, âIt means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.â You were dangerously close to him now, âIt means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,â you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb.Â
âIt means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,â Sirius said, also walking closer, âIt means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.âÂ
âYour dreams?â Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.
âOur dreams,â you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. âThe question is, Remusââ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. âDo you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?â you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did.Â
Sirius still hadnât touched Remus, but he was standing so close heâd only have to lean in to kiss the boyâs neck. âIââ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination.Â
Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other.Â
âIt is real, Remus,â you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remusâ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didnât leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly.Â
A strangled moan escaped Remusâ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.
âShould we take that as a yes?â Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you.Â
Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss.Â
You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them.Â
âYes,â he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, âbloody hell yes!â he insisted.Â
Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moonyâs ear, âShould have told us earlier.â He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, âWeâve been dreaming about you for months.âÂ
âImagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,â you said, âI thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.âÂ
Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadnât been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning.Â
Another moan escaped Remusâ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch heâd been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything.Â
âMoony, love,â he said as he leaned into the boyâs neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remusâ back muscles, âIsnât she stunning?âÂ
You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do.Â
âShe is,â Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him.Â
Sirius smiled, âI want you to touch her,â he said with a smirk, âtouch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.âÂ
âSirius,â Remus warned.Â
But Sirirusâ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all heâd have to do was push you into each other, âTouch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.âÂ
Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two.Â
He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remusâ ear and then whispered, âTouch her, Remus, touch the place youâve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.â
Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. âRemus,â you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.
Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remusâ head tilt back in pleasure. Thatâs when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadnât even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.Â
âMay I?â you asked softly.Â
âPlease,â he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remusâ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb.Â
Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, âDo you hear that, love?â he said as he placed a hand on Remusâ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. âYouâre turning him into an animal.âÂ
âWe are,â you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remusâ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. âAnd he makes such lovely sounds, doesnât he?âÂ
Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss.Â
Then you reached Remusâ ear. âIf only you knew how wet youâre making me,â you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you.Â
âShow him then,â he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boyâs waist. âPull back a little, Moons.âÂ
Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him.Â
âDo you feel that, love?â Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remusâ cock twitch, but you didnât know it had been because he was looking at you. âDo you feel how wet youâve made her?âÂ
Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, âSheâs so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?âÂ
Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remusâ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.
âGo ahead, she likes it,â Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didnât think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been.Â
âStill curious?â you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again.Â
Remus didnât speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasnât sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided heâd help. He placed a quick kiss on Remusâ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moonyâs neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots.Â
âLike this,â he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Siriusâ smirk grew. âSlow and determined,â he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing.Â
âFuck do that again,â you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remusâ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you.Â
Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. âSuch a fast learner,â Sirius praised, and youâd swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words.Â
âYeah, Moony!â you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. âYouâre amazing,â you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moonyâs neck in the meantime.Â
Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, âFuck,â he whispered into your mouth, âso tight.â You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him.Â
âShe is Moony, itâll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,â Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remusâ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure.Â
Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to.Â
His touch was much more curious and soft than Siriusâ had been the first time, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moonyâs in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure.Â
âHowâs that, my love,â he said. âDo you like having Moonyâs hand all over you? His fingers inside?âÂ
âSirius,â you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moonyâs fingers with much more ease. Moonyâs fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. âLike that,â you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it.Â
âSheâs close Moony,â Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remusâ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. âThere you go,â Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but youâd swear he smelled even better today.
You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, âMy turn,â he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. âYou donât mind, do you?â he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer.Â
Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friendâs cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to âwhich you obviously didnâtâ you wouldnât be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remusâ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.
Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friendâs cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didnât realise what was going on until you saw Remusâ throbbing cock and confused look.Â
âSirius!â you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words.Â
âHe wonât get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,â Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. âWould you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?âÂ
Remus scoffed. He wasnât sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.
Sirius smiled, âHow about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?âÂ
You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. âWhat do you like, Remus?â You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on.Â
But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again.Â
âDo you want me to eat her out?â Sirius asked as he tilted his head.Â
âOr would you rather see me blow him?âÂ
âCowgirl?âÂ
âDoggie?âÂ
Remus was sure that if you didnât stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, âanything.âÂ
You tsked and shook your head, âNo, Moons, thatâs not the deal,â you replied. âWhat do you want?âÂ
Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didnât miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. âI wantâ âhe hesitatedâ âtouch him.âÂ
âYour wish is my command,â you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldnât have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved.Â
âDid you hear that, Pads?âÂ
Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well.Â
Remusâ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Siriusâ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. âHelp me get this off,â you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Siriusâ belt.Â
He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers.Â
Remusâ cock twitched when he saw Siriusâ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasnât sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boyâs neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely.Â
âStoâp teasing,â Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.
âI said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,â he replied in a low tone.Â
You giggled at the stifled moan that left Siriusâ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it.Â
âClose,â Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder.Â
You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remusâ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both.Â
You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, âWant a taste?âÂ
Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked.Â
âFuck,â Sirius said in a low moan at the sight.Â
âHow was it?â you asked as you bit your lip.Â
Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, âIs not over yet, is it?âÂ
âI meant the taste,â you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock.Â
He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. âFucking delicious,â he said.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. âBet,â you added before rolling your hips against his again. âReady?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âGood,â you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.
You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish.Â
âYou all right?â he asked softly.Â
You let out a breathy âYeah.âÂ
âTell me when I can start moving.â You squeezed your walls around him. âFuckââÂ
Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remusâ arm, âDid I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.âÂ
You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise.Â
âTouch her too,â Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer.Â
âIs that good?âÂ
âFuck yes,â you responded.Â
You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown.Â
âCanâŚâ he panted. âCan I try something?âÂ
You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist âhis cock still inside youâ and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Siriusâ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass.Â
âMoony what are youââ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you.Â
âTouch her the way she likes,â he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Siriusâ hands on him again. âI said touch her,â he added with a sigh, âI want her to come again.âÂ
Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remusâ lips. âYour wish is my command.âÂ
Seconds later Siriusâ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss.Â
âIâm about toââÂ
âShe as well,â Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him.Â
Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. âSheâs taking something,â he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remusâ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down.Â
Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass.Â
Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare.Â
âYou two are fucking hot,â he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you.Â
âToo heavy?â he managed to ask.Â
âNo,â you said as you accommodated your head next to Siriusâ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment. Â
Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, âI guess youâll have to find another model.âÂ
âNo way in hell weâre ever gonna look for another model,â you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, âMoonyâs just perfect, isnât he?âÂ
âThought you couldnât paint someone youâd fuckedâŚâ he breathed.Â
Sirius laughed, âWell, they donât have to know weâre a thingâŚâÂ
Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.
ââŚuntil after weâve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,â he added with a cheeky smile.Â
âBesides, the sun is gone,â you added. âWeâll have to come back another day.â
âDidnât you mention a sunlamp or something?â Remus asked.
âWeâll have to come another day,â you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look.Â
âDo you guys have anything to do?â Sirius asked.
You shook your head and Remus said a quick âNo.â
âWhy?â you asked.
âI think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggieâs.âÂ
âIs he now?â Remus questioned.Â
âI thought we could have a sleepover of our own.âÂ
You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldnât have much.
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Hey I have a request:
Could you do poly marauders but Sirius and reader prank James and Remus by saying she is pregnant and then she finds out she is actually pregnant and they don't believe her straight away.
You don't have to if you don't want to.
Thank you â¤ď¸
hi sweets! so I ended up changing this a litttllllee bit simply because I wasn't comfortable writing about joking re: pregnancy [just cuz it's a sensitive topic for many]. but I hope I did the rest of the request justice! <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader who is not pranking them right now [1.7k words]
CW: pregnancy tests, reader is pregnant, everyone is surprised but generally happy about the pregnancy
You supposed you shouldnât be entirely surprised that this is how the boys would react; it probably did seem suspicious that this would come up now.Â
Now being that the four of you were in the middle of a sort of prank war.Â
No, not sort of, it was a full out prank war, no holds barred.Â
It had started when James and Remus convinced you and Sirius that the two of you had locked you all out of your flat, forcing Sirius (with Jamesâ help) to have to shove you up the fire escape and crawl through the window, hauling Sirius up behind you only to find Remus sitting casually in his chair and James bursting through the front door laughing.Â
âThat doesnât even make sense, you guys.â Sirius grumbled as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his eyes and you swept cobwebs out of your hair. âJames had to work just as hard as we did to get in.âÂ
âNo,â James countered, âI got to touch Y/Nâs bum as we hoisted her up, and then got to watch your arms flex as you climbed up after her.âÂ
Then, as retribution, you and Sirius took their phones and changed the name of every single one of their contacts to Dennis Quaid.Â
In retaliation, Remus and James taped fake spiders behind the lampshades, and one evening youâd been walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn when Remus asked Sirius to turn the lamp on, resulting in an ear splitting screech from Sirius and a sea of popcorn littering the floor.Â
Cling wrap was added to the tops of shampoo bottles before the tops were recapped, causing more than a few shower meltdowns. The sugar for tea was replaced with salt. Blow up dolls were hidden behind doors. Furniture was moved several inches to the left. Picture frames throughout your home were replaced with images of Steve Buscemi.Â
It was fun, it was harmless, it was good natured. Did it result in Sirius shouting profanities after coming face to face with an inflatable clown? Sure. Did Remus spit his tea out and curse and mutter under his breath in Welsh when he had to go and make himself another cup? Yeah. Did James demand his mother prove to him that she wasnât really Dennis Quaid by facetiming him? Absolutely, and the mischievous glint in Euphemiaâs eyes was a prize in and of itself.Â
So while you didnât necessarily blame them for being suspicious of you, you were a little insulted that they thought you would take it this far.
Youâd been feeling extremely lethargic lately, and when that lethargy was followed by full body aches, you had chalked it up to an oncoming period. Except that period never came.
It never came.
But the two pink lines did.
âOh my godâŚâ You whispered, plastic in one hand as you covered your mouth in a silent gasp with the other. âOh my god.â You repeated, slightly louder as you all but stumbled out of the ensuite into your bedroom.
âI know it was you, Sirius!â You heard Remus shout from down the hall.
âI swear to God, I didnât touch the remote.â Sirius laughed.Â
âForgive me if I donât believe you.â James' voice retorted, rising in volume as he made his way down the hall towards your shared room. âAngel, do you know where Sirius hid the remote?âÂ
You were frozen in the middle of the room with your hand still covering your mouth as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand.Â
âAngel?â James asked quietly as he moved towards you. âAre you alright?â
A breath left your lips but you found that you couldnât bring yourself to form an intelligent response.
Your view of the test quickly included Jamesâ socked feet in front of yours and a gentle hand on your wrist so he could see what you were holding. âWha-â he began, though fell silent when the fact that you were holding a pregnancy test was undeniable.Â
âOh fuck, thatâs a good one.â He let out with a breath, laughing as he backed away from you. âFuckinâ hell, you almost had me there for a moment.â
âNice try, Sirius!â He called as he exited your room, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your heart in your stomach.Â
âNice try, what?â You heard Sirius call back as you mindlessly followed James out of the room and towards the living room; limbs working on autopilot as your brain was reduced to a steady chant of oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygodohmy-Â
âWhat? Was the whole remote thing just a bit?â James chuckled as he reclaimed his spot on the love seat and Siriusâ brows furrowed where they were pointed down at the phone in his hand.
âA bit for what? And for the last time, I didnât hide the remote.â
âSo we still donât know where the sodding remote is?â Remus grumbled as he stood from his chair and started moving all of the cushions again.Â
âCome on, spill; the jig is up.â James continued. âIt didnât work.â
âJames.â You tried, but your throat was so tight that his name only came out as a silent whimper.Â
âWhat didnât work?â Sirius asked again, finally looking up at James from his phone.
âThe pregnancy test.â James replied, causing Remus to pause in his cushion wrangling to look at him in bemusement.
âWh- what? What pregnancy test? What is he talking about?â Sirius rapid fired as he turned his gaze to you, standing from his seat but not making any moves to approach you.Â
Another helpless sound fell from your lips as you shrugged at Sirius helplessly; one hand still holding the test, the other hand still covering your mouth.Â
âWait, what is going on?â Remus asked as he returned to his full height, James shaking his head in admonishment as he moved to stand beside him.Â
âThese two think theyâre so clever, pranking us with a pregnancy test.â
Remus let out a snort, but Jamesâ explanation seemed to restart Siriusâ brain as he rushed over to you in two large strides before pulling your hand closer to him so he could read the test.
âPregn- babe?â He barely managed to spit out, moving his gaze from the test to your face when you didnât answer.Â
You shrugged helplessly at him again which seemed to tell him all he needed to know as he loosened his grip on your wrist, though he didnât let go, before tracing soothing circles over your pulse point with his thumb.Â
âDid you splurge on acting lessons, Sirius? You look like youâre about to pass out.â Remus chuckled, though his face fell dramatically when you finally looked over at him with tears pooling in your eyes.Â
âWhoa, whoa whoa, hey, dovey. Whatâs going on?â He started as he moved across the room, James not far behind him.
âI-â You tried, but the next sound that left your lips was a sob.
âOh, oh. Oh my godâŚ.oh my god, itâs not a prank at all, is it?â James whispered mostly to himself, though you shook your head at him anyways causing a few tears to finally fall from your lash line.Â
âOh my god, angel, Iâm so sorry, I- I canât believe I laughed at you. Fuck, oh my god, I-â
The next thing you knew, the test was being plucked from your hand rather gently before it was passed to James to look at again, and Remus pulled both of your hands away from your body and wrapped them around himself.Â
âSirius.â James whispered and when you turned to look, Sirius was leaning against James to get a better look at the test cradled in his hands. âSirius, SiriusâŚâ
Sirius let out an emotional laugh as he shoved his face into Jamesâ shoulder, tears of his own falling down his cheeks as James wrapped one of his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him closer.Â
âDovey.â Remus hissed as he took your face in his hands. âIsâŚis this real? Is- are you really pregnant?âÂ
You nodded as you swallowed before finally finding your voice. âIâŚI think so. It looks like it.â
James let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob as he rubbed Siriusâ back roughly.Â
Remus laughed wetly and pressed more than a few kisses to your face.
âOh my god.â Sirius laughed as he wiped tears away from his face. âIâm sorry they didnât believe you, babe. That- oh my god.â He said as he pulled you from Remusâ grasp and into his. âYouâre fucking phenomenal.âÂ
âI havenât even done anything yet.â You laughed into his shoulder as you watched Remus and James share a kiss behind him.Â
âAre you kidding? Fuck, oh my god⌠I canât believe this.â He whispered as he pulled away from you, only far enough that he could place his hands on your waist and look at your not at all rounded belly.Â
âWe almost missed hearing the best news of our lives over a remote.â James laughed from where he was tucked into Remusâ side.
âItâs on top of the refrigerator.â You sniffled.Â
âYou bastards.â Remus groaned before he and James yanked you and Sirius over to join their hug.Â
âWait.â James paused as he lifted his head to level you and Sirius with a look. âThe remote was the prank, right? Not this?â
âNot this, Jamie.â You agreed quickly. âNot this.âÂ
He let out a relieved sigh and looked close to tears again. âYou just wait until we get you back.âÂ
âNo, you canât prank me anymore; Iâm pregnant and sensitive.â You whined, causing Sirius to bark a laugh, James to huff, and Remus to snort.
âAlrightâŚâ Remus offered as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully. âYouâve won this round.âÂ
âI think we might have to call it a tie, Moons.â James whispered as you felt a loving hand settle on your stomach.
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in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of youâ it could be a polaroid of you smiling and itâd be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them
i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.
the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe itâs that sleepy look of yours; maybe itâs your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps itâs the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.
it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at themâa betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyesâbegging them to take you again because three rounds simply arenât enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.
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12:47 am + poly!marauders!!
12.47 AM | POLY!MARAUDERS
"she's asleep, jamie." remus whispers as his huge hand works wonders on your back.
"i can carry her to bed." james tells his boyfriend, his fingers play with sirius's hair.
"no, let's just stay here." sirius disagrees. "for a little longer."
james is gorgeous when he smiles. so gorgeous, it makes remus's chest fill with the most tender waves of affection. he stares at the boy's lips for a second, his hand on you never stops.
"i'm gonna fall asleep-" sirius says with a needy smirk, his eyes half open. "if you keep doing that."
"yeah, as if it's not what you want all the time."
"come on, prongs. be nice to me, i'm tired."
james smiles. he leans in to give sirius a kiss. "you're a big baby, you know that?"
"mm- you love me, shut up."
sirius curls up into a ball, hugging james's chest with long arms. you still stay on top of remus, ear pressed on his heart. "dove?" he whispers. "do you wanna go to bed?"
you hear him but your ears feel cloudy. it's so warm, you can hear the wind out there. remus is soft, you wanna be buried on his chest. "remus."
"wanna stay here?" he asks, gently.
you nod. you don't even know what you're saying yes to, but it's okay when he keeps touching you.
"it's alright." remus whispers. "you can sleep. you've been so tired."
it's the best feeling, to be taken care of in your most vulnerable state. you don't need to think for anything when they are with you, they would do everything to keep you nice and warm, safe and content under the blankets. you snuggle closer. maybe it's possible to stay here forever.
cinnamon girl sleepover âĄ
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Good Luck Babe
poly!marauders x nerd!female!reader
summary: after being a wallflower throughout your first five years at hogwarts, you always thought that you could be invisible. but when you hear the marauders talking cruelly about you and proceeding to ask for your forgiveness after, well good luck babe.
warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, reader wants to kill the marauders , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy
a/n: oh hey... this is kinda based on those cliche 2000's movies where the girl is ugly but not really and she has that glow up or whatever. this was written so quick and not proofread, don't kill me. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!
STARTING off your sixth year at Hogwarts being an entirely new person wasn't something that you had planned or expected.
On the inside, you felt exactly the same, the same girl who was bold and could ferociously win a fight when it came to her character.
The same girl who was witty and sarcastic, surprising half of the people around you when you made a joke once in a lifetime.
But on the outside, you didn't have an awkward mis-shaped bob and you no longer wore baggy jackets that didn't do a thing for your figure.
And you didn't hide your face anymore, trying your best to be invisible.
It wasn't that you were shy or that you felt like a loser but you thought social hierarchy was bullshit and the only thing you wanted to focus on was your studies.
You may have been a brave Gryffindor on the inside but on the outside, you had to play the part of a shy mouse as corny as that sounds.
Unfortunately for you, invisibility only tends to last for so long until one moment, you are a nobody and then all eyes are upon you.
And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't heard the Marauders discussing you the previous year, you would have stayed the same.
You had passed by the boys dormitory to give Remus his textbooks back as you always did when you let you borrow when you heard them speaking of the very person behind the door,
"I still have yet to understand why Lily and the rest of them act like she's some charity case," James huffed, "I mean, she's not some sick patient, they only feel the need to pity her because of how she looks."
You always knew that James had a foul mouth but to be speaking about someone like this, it was cruel.
Remus hissed, "That's not nice Prongs,"
"I'm not even saying it to be a dick!" James groaned, "I just mean, I pity her more for the fact that they don't even invite her to anything outside of breakfast and dinner," He explained, causing Remus to go silent.
Sirius chuckled, shaking his head. "That's absolutely horrid."
James reclined on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Iâm just saying, if I were Y/N, Iâd be mortified."
Your eyes widened as they began to water, they were speaking about you.
Remus leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Maybe she just doesnât want to hang out with Lily and the others."
"Moony, seriously," James shot back, sitting up. "Where is Y/N right now, and where are the other girls?" His eyebrow cocked, trying to make his point as Remus silenced.
Sirius raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Why donât we investigate for ourselves?" He unfolded the Marauder's Map with a flourish. "Alright, weâve got Lily, Dorcas, Mary, and Marlene all at Hogsmeade, but Y/N is..." His voice trailed off, eyes narrowing.
James leaned closer, annoyance creeping into his tone as he grabbed the map, "She's-" He stopped, the color fading from his face.
"Fucking spit it out!" Remus said next as he snatched the map finally and saw that the map had shown that you were right outside their door.
"Shit!" You heard Remus say as he started making his way to the door.
Hearing his footsteps approaching, you quickly moved away from the door, bolting for your room.
Once you made it back to your dorm, you had sinked the floor. You put your hand on your mouth, muffling yourself as you cried silently.
You honestly hated to even say it but you did consider Lily and the rest of them your friends. You had never really thought about how they didn't invite you to places.
And if you were being truthful, they had never asked you to have breakfast or dinner with them.
You had always just assumed that you could join but they never told you to leave or swooshed you off. Another part of you hated how stupid you were, trying to intrude on their private time.
You didn't want to let it get to you what a bunch of seventeen year old boys were saying but it did sting horribly.
But in a way, it also motivated you to be who you were on the inside. You already had the top marks in your entire year and your plan to work in the Ministry after Hogwarts had already been set.
And now your chance to be something at Hogwarts was right in front of you, an opportunity that you couldn't miss.
You had to do it for yourself.
The Marauders had no idea who you truly were or even cared to know. And although Remus was kind to you, you could always see that he never made any effort to be your friend.
Not that you expected him to but it only taught you that they truly thought you were some hopeless case.
And an assignment to make the Marauders bite their tongues was one that you couldn't bare to fail.
After hearing that, you decided to avoid the Marauders for the next month, especially with summer break approaching. To your surprise, you barely saw them outside of classes, never giving them a chance to reach outâeven Remus.
And then that summer, everything changed. You let your hair grow past your shoulders, embracing your natural curls instead of straightening them. You started wearing clothes that were trendy and form-fitting, a huge contrast to your old style.
You discovered a newfound love for self-care, enjoying the process far more than you expected. Each day felt like a transformation, and by the end of summer, your mother couldnât help but notice. âFinally listening to me about your style, huh?â she teased.
You only laughed as you embraced her,
If only she knew what had caused it in the first place.
As you said goodbye to your family, anticipation mingled with dread. You knew the train ride would be the least of your worries, but the welcome dinner and the ceremony ahead felt like they might just be hell reincarnate.
As you entered Hogwarts, you admired it as much as you did when you were a first year. The castle was something you considered a second home and everything about it was magical, there was no doubting that.
A crowd of students, including yourself, moved toward the Great Hall, and you settled into your usual seat at the Gryffindor table.
You spotted the Marauders and the usual group of girls approaching, and you couldnât help but roll your eyes. They took their usual spots in front of you, with the girls on one side and the boys on the other. James sat beside you, and Lily was directly in front of him.
You never quite understood why they arranged themselves like that, but it hardly mattered in the moment.
They were busy in conversation before James had noticed someone next to him, his eyes widening. You couldn't quite read his face but it seemed like a mix of confusion and flustered.
You stared at him back but he still had yet to mutter a word. You cleared your throat, "Uh hello," You practically whispered.
He snapped back into reality, "Oh sorry, hi," He muttered back.
Silence took over you both as James couldn't find the words of what to say to you.
On one hand, he wanted to call you beautiful, to tell you that you were one of the prettiest girls heâd ever seen. On the other, he just wanted to stare at you for a few more minutes like a creep.
Lily noticed his gaze and leaned in, smirking. "Excuse my friend; weâre still trying to figure out if he has a brain."
"I thought we solved that decades ago," Marlene chimed in, stifling a laugh.
Lily turned to you with a curious smile. "I donât believe Iâve seen you before. Whatâs your name?"
Are you actually fucking kidding me?
You scoffed, "I'm Y/N,"
The entire group looked at you in awe, even the ones who weren't chimed in on the conversation.
"Y/N L/N?" Sirius asked, mouth gaping.
"Yep, that one," You snorted.
They all looked like they had seen a ghost, "You look different," Marlene said as Mary shoved her.
"She means in a good way!" Mary added.
"Uh thanks," You said, awkwardly.
They all continued to stare at you like you were an exhibit in a museum, their eyes scanning you up and down.
"Do you all mind not staring at me?" you asked, trying to break the tension. They all looked away, feigning innocence as they muttered apologies.
"How have you been?" Lily asked, clearly trying to ease the awkwardness.
"Fine," you replied, your tone clipped.
You caught the pained expressions on the Marauders' faces, realizing they were the reason for your dismissive attitude.
"That's great," Lily said, forcing a smile.
You felt a wave of frustration at the awkwardness surrouding you and decided it was time to escape. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you announced, heading toward the exit before they could respond.
As you walked away, you could already here the mutters and whispers emerging from the table, the fascinating topic being you.
You paced as you heard footsteps trailing behind you, but you ignored them, letting your gaze wander around the castle.
"Y/N!" someone called out, startling you.
You turned to see Sirius, James, and Remus hurrying after you. You only let out a snort before continuing your same way.
A hand suddenly reached around your forearm as you turned to see Remus. You quickly snatched your hand away, finally stopping to look at the group of boys who you despised.
Crossing your arms, you shot them a hostile look. "What?"
"We just wannaâ"
"We're soâ"
"Listen, we justâ"
They all spoke at once, but you scoffed and turned back toward the bathroom, starting to walk away.
You were hoping that they would realize you wanted nothing to do with them but instead, it only made them want to chase you more.
They quickened their pace, and you spun around sharply. "For fuck's sake, what do you want?" you snapped.
James took a breath, his expression earnest. "I'm sorry for what I said. I've been thinking about it since you left. I was an awful twat, and you didn't deserve a thing of what I said."
You let out a sarcastic laugh, "Are you serious?" You asked as your expression changed to furious, "You basically called me a loser and said that Lily and the rest of them were only hanging out with me out of pity,"
James hissed as your statement, feeling the razor in your voice.
"-And now you all want to act as if I should just forgive you since I don't look the same anymore," You got closer to James's face, "Fuck off."
You turned your heel again and this time, the boys didn't follow you.
You finally entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you struggled to read the expression on your face. You were furious at the Marauders, and the idea of forgiving them felt impossible.
Yet, there was a flicker of gratitude that you felt for the change youâd undergone. Youâd gained a new confidence that felt good, but the sting of their cruel words still lingered in your mind.
And you knew that you couldn't let it get to you but knowing they thought that of you, even Remus. It still did things to you that you would never admit out loud.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized it was almost time to head to the dormitory.
The rest of the night had flown by, with first years being introduced to their new home for the next six years while everyone else relaxed in the common room. Despite curfews, fifth years and above knew they could hang out longerâthe curfew was mostly for the first years anyway.
"Caput Draconis," you muttered, and the Fat Lady nodded, granting you entrance.
Stepping into the common room, your heart sank as you spotted the last group you wanted to see. They noticed you just as quickly, encouraging you to pick up your pace toward the dorm.
"Hey, Y/N!" Dorcas called out, making you wince as you turned to see her waving.
The Marauders looked down, shame etched on their faces, avoiding your gaze as if you were Medusa.
You approached them slowly, dread settling in your stomach as they eyed you like a science project.
"We were just about to play a fun little game," Dorcas said enticingly, while Marlene snorted beside her.
"I donât know if Spin the Bottle is a great idea for the first night back," Marlene added, taking a sip of her beer.
"A little peck never hurt anyone," Lily chimed in, clapping her hands together.
Of all people, youâd never expect Lily Evans to approve such a thing. This was the same girl who nearly fainted when she heard about Marlene and Dorcas kissing the previous year.
"I donât know if this is the game for me," you replied, eyeing the group warily.
"Of course it is!" Lily insisted, but you raised an eyebrow. "Oh my gosh! Not like that, I just mean it's a fun game for us all to play," she quickly added, looking flustered.
Part of you wanted to say no and retreat to your bed, but that was the old you, and you knew it wouldnât help. This was a new year, and you were determined to embrace new experiences.
Besides, youâd never participated in any scandalous games for all of the years you've been at Hogwartsâit felt like a crime in itself.
So, after a momentâs hesitation, you said, "Okay, sure." The girls erupted in cheers, while the Marauders exchanged worried glances.
What if you had to kiss one of them? Would you refuse and create a scene? Would you want to strangle them for even suggesting it?
The possibilities raced through their mind, but there was no turning back as everyone began to form a circle.
As you sat in the circle, a shiver of nervousness enveloped you. You had never kissed anyone before and the whole thought made you nervous within itself.
Don't get it wrong, you've had chances but they never seemed right and you certainly weren't kissing Matthew Trunchbull underneath the bleachers of the Quidditch field.
So when you got offered a shot of firewhiskey to cool your nerves by Marlene, you took it happily as it burned down your throat.
You brushed off all the negative thoughts entering your mind,
What really is the worst thing that could happen?
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i have NEVER gotten so many comments or inbox requests for something IN MY LIFE. here you go you horny fuckers i love you lots
a proposition: accepted | poly!marauders
pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)
warnings: exhibitionism/voyeurism (MDNI 18+), smut, virginity loss
a/n: there will be a part 3 IF yâall want it :)
a proposition: masterlist
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âHow exactly does this work?â you asked, looking around the table in search of an answer from anyone present. You were excited, and you accepted the offer immediately, but now craved more detail.
âThe only people we have sex with are the people at this table,â James began to explain, âso itâs relationship-y in that sense, but none of us are coupled off or anything.â
âYou guys donât get worried about favorites?â
Dorcas and Lily smiled and let out a small âawehâ at your innocence.
âEveryone brings something different to the table,â Dorcas began to explain, âfor instance, Iâm not getting the same head from Mary that Iâm getting from James.â
Your cheeks reddened and your eyes widened at her crude statement. If you were going to do this, sex had to be something you were comfortable talking about, so you pushed your nerves down with a swallow, but the whole table could already sense your innocence.
âDo we, like, all do it, like, at the same time? Or-â
Sirius smiled. You were fucking perfect for this if thatâs the idea you had in your head.
âWe can,â Sirius took over, âor sometimes itâs just two of us, three of us, or whatever. As long as youâre only sexually active with the people at this table.â
âAre you sexually active with anyone else?â Alecto asked.
You swallowed hard. âN-no.â
âOk, and what are your limits?â
You looked at Remus in confusion.
âWe gotta ask a couple questions to know what youâre comfortable with,â he explained, but your confusion maintained.
âMy limits?â
âWell, when youâve had sex before, was there anything you didnât like? Anything you would want any of us doing with you?â
You stared at Remus, hoping someone would ask another question and change the subject. Your silence was more telling than a verbal answer would have been.
âYou have had sex, yeah?â
You dropped your head, your eyesight on your thighs where Siriusâs hand rested. You began to fidget with your fingers in nervousness.
Sirius shifted in his chair to adjust the uncomfortability of his growing hardness. He knew you were innocent, but he didnât know you were that innocent.
âIs it really a good idea for us to bring a virgin into this?â Lily asked, immediately turning to you, ânot that we donât want you, love, but are you okay with this? Like really okay with it?â
âYeah,â you responded, âbut if you guys arenât okay with-â
A chorus of âno no no we are!â and âitâs okay!â erupted from nearly everyone trying to assure you they were not having doubts of their own, but concerns for you.
âWeâll take it easy at first, and you just tell whoever youâre with if you arenât comfortable with something, how about that?â James proposed, âweâll work our way up to other things. No rush.â
You nodded your head, smiling at his understanding. âYeah, yeah I like that.â
âGood,â Sirius said, âso you just stop me if you want to.â
You furrowed your brows in confusion as you looked at Sirius, who looked back at you as if he was doing nothing, but the hand on your thigh began to move.
You gasped lightly as Sirius moved higher and higher up your thigh, the only thing between his hand and your core being your underwear. He ran a finger over the cloth, a wet spot forming quickly as he rubbed between your folds.
Your cheeks were on fire as you looked around the table, and everyone was looking at you.
You suddenly became very self conscious, and leaned into the crook of Siriusâs neck, whispering, âtheyâre all just gonna watch?â
âMhm,â Sirius hummed in your hair, tracing the band of your underwear, âthat okay?â
He then dipped a finger beneath your underwear, finding your clit and slowly circling around the bud. No one but you had ever done this before, and it was exhilarating and embarrassing all at once.
âCanât people see?â you whispered.
Sirius chuckled. He was so amused and having so much fun with you, as was everyone. âWe gotcha covered, doll.â
The pet name drove you crazy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as Sirius began to feel you.
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, but he advised you against it. âLet âem see your pretty face,â he said, âyouâre here because we all wanna see this.â
Your heart was pounding, and barely anything had started, but you could feel everyoneâs eyes on you.
You adjusted so that you were resting your head against Siriusâs shoulder, but could still see everyone, and they could still see you.
Sirius took the opportunity of your movement to move his fingers lower and insert one into you, causing your hips to jolt and you to moan in surprise.
âSh,â Sirius warned, placing a kiss on top of your head, âweâre still in a restaurant, remember?â
You did not remember. Your thoughts were clouded by the pleasure and embarrassment you were experiencing.
Remus looked around the vicinity of the table to ensure no one else was in earshot, and he leaned over the wood, lowly saying, âyou wanna show us all how you come?â
You had never experienced dirty talk, and didnât comprehend that it was rhetorical.
Your voice was strained and low as you did your best to say, âsure.â
Both Evan and Lily giggled to each other. âYou didnât have to answer, honey, just relax. Sirius is a master at this stuff.â
Sirius pumped his finger in and out of you, your spongy walls convulsing around the digit as his thumb rubbed your clit, intensifying the pleasure.
You felt a drop in the pit of your stomach, and you knew what it meant. You tapped Maryâs shoulder next to you. It was the nearest thing, and you hoped she would catch on.
âWhatâs up?â she asked, playing dumb.
You only tapped her more fervently.
âGotta use your words, angel,â James chimes in, âwe all wanna hear you say it.â
You took a deep breath, nearly whispering, âI think Iâm gonna come, Sirius, I-â
Sirius moved his hand faster and faster, and he was nearly growling as you leaned your body against his, finding comfort in him as you came around his fingers, your legs shaking from the intensity.
Everyone at the table began to cheer as a tease. Sirius removed his hand from you, looking you directly in the eyes as he licked your juices off of his fingers.
You gazed up at him through hooded eyes, attempting to catch your breath as your body adjusted to the absence of pleasure again.
âIs it okay if I stay here for a while?â you asked, referring to your head resting on Siriusâs shoulder.
âOf course,â he answered, looking to everyone else, âgood pick on my part, Iâd say.â
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âWhatâs up?â you asked James the next day as he sat across from you at your usual table in the library.
âThey sent me to ask you because they think Iâm the nicest,â James said.
âAsk me what?â you asked.
âWell,â James started, âyou know, youâre a part of this thing now, and they just- we just- oh my god. Do you have a preference on who you lose your virginity to?â
Your eyes widened. âDo I have a preference?â
âThis is all consent based, we arenât just gonna decide something like that for you.â
âAre you asking me to pick one of you to give it up to?â
âPretty much, yeah.â
âDoesnât it make me an asshole if I donât say you?â
âWhy would it?â James questioned.
âBecause youâre the one asking me.â
âI have Lily and Dorcasâs, Iâm set,â James said, âtaking Lilyâs was a win.â
âYouâre such a guy,â you joked.
âYouâre avoiding the question,â James retorted. âSirius is the one who wanted to bring you into this in the first place, you know.â
You began to blush. âIâm scared of Sirius.â
âScared? What do you mean?â
âYesterday was fun, but for my first time, Iâm scared heâd be too rough.â
âSirius is a big olâ softie,â James said, leaning back in his chair, âbut fair enough. No pressure, angel, just let me know whenever youâre ready.â
You assumed that meant you had time, but James didnât move.
âYou really want an answer now, huh?â
âI kinda really do,â James smiled.
You contemplated your options, sifting through all the members of the group that you could choose from. You would be okay with a few of them, but one felt especially right.
âRemus,â you said.
James nodded. âRemus it is.â
âThis feels weird.â
âYou could just tell him yourself,â James said, standing up, leaving you with the idea to do so.
After classes has ended, you stood outside the Gryffindor common room, waiting for anyone you knew to walk by and let you in.
âFuckinâ hell, you guys take forever,â you said as Lily approached, âcan you let me in? I need to talk to Remus.â
Lily smiled. âYeah you do,â she giggled.
She let you into the common room and directed you to the boys dormitories. You crept up the staircase, unsure of who would be there and not wanting to intrude or see something you shouldnât.
Up the stairs, you found Remus, James, and Evan.
âHey,â you said.
âHey,â Evan responded, âyou need something?â
âWould you guys mind if I spoke to Remus real quick?â
James and Evan didnât answer, but instead just stood up and began to leave. When James was next to you, he leaned in and whispered, âhope itâs not real quick,â before departing.
You blushed and turned to Remus, who was kind enough to act like he didnât know why you were there.
âWhatâs up?â Remus asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
âI know James told everyone about our conversation, you donât have to play dumb, though I do appreciate it.â
âNot playinâ dumb, baby, just wanna hear you ask for what you came here for.â
You took a deep breath and sat down next to Remus, the mattress sinking beneath you. âAs you know, Iâm a virgin.â
Remus chuckled. âI know.â
âIâd kinda like to not be.â
Remus smiled. âSo ask me.â
âWhat?â
âAsk me,â he repeated, âcanât give you what you want if you donât explicitly ask for it.â
You sighed. âI want you to please take my virginity, Remus.â
âAtta girl,â Remus said, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You reciprocated instantly, shifting your body closer to his as you deepened the kiss. You were not entirely confident in what you were doing, but you listened to your body, which had never been needier.
Remus guided your body down against the mattress, and pulled away when you were laying down.
âYou can move back,â he said, and you used your arms to push yourself backward, allowing your entire body to rest against the bed.
âIâm gonna take it easy on you, just tell me if anything is too much, okay?â
âOkay.â
Remus kissed you again, and simultaneously pulled your skirt and underwear off of your legs in one action.
âYou want this off?â he said, tugging at the bottom of your top.
âCan we maybe just leave it on? Baby steps, right?â
Remus gave you a sweet smile. âWhatever youâre comfortable with, baby.â
âAre you allowed to call me that?â
Remus was slightly taken aback. âWhat, baby? Yeah, why not?â
âIt sounds relationship-y.â
âSex is relationship-y.â
âBut I thought we werenât supposed to be relationship-y.â
âYouâre about to lose your virginity, and youâre worried about if itâs ethically alright for me to call you baby?â
You blushed.
âI can call you whatever I want, and right now, youâre my baby, okay?â
âOkay,â you responded.
âUnless you donât like it.â
âNo, no, I do.â
Remus laughed. âOkay then, baby.â
You smiled as you pulled his lips back to yours. You were already soaking wet, but Remus still took the time for foreplay to ensure you were wet enough for it to be comfortable.
He softly rubbed circles on your clit, and you instinctively threw your head back against the mattress, sighing in pleasure.
He only stayed for a few moments before moving his hand lower and inserting one, then two, fingers into you. You didnât really need the foreplay, but he felt bad fucking you without it. He needed to make sure you were ready, especially if you didnât know how to tell yourself.
He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before removing them completely and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down, and crawling back on top of you.
âAre you ready?â he checked in.
âYes,â you said, deciding explicit verbal consent was important.
Remus pumped his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. He pushed the very tip of his head in, getting his bearings before he drifted his gaze to your face, desperate to watch your reaction to feeling him for the first time.
He pushed in slowly, pausing for brief moments anytime your face contorted a little more than usual, and he took his time. He was in no rush, and he was focused on your comfort, which you appreciated.
When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he stilled, waiting for you to adjust to his size.
âYou alright?â he checked in when you hadnât opened your eyes or made a noise for a solid 30 seconds.
âIâm alright,â you assured him, âyou can move.â
âYou sure?â
âMhm.â
Remus slowly pulled partially out of you before pushing back in. He was moving excruciatingly slow, and was fighting with all his strength not to ruthlessly fuck you into oblivion.
He began to pull out a little more with each thrust, studying your face to gage your comfort levels. By the time he was pulling almost all the way out he could physically see your muscles relax.
âHow ya doinâ?â
âIâm okay,â you whined, âhurts a little, but itâs going away now.â
âYou wanna stop?â
âNo, please keep moving,â you moaned.
Remus growled lowly and began to fuck into you again, moving slightly faster, but it wasnât enough for you.
The burning pain had dissipated, and now all you wanted was more.
âRemus, please, faster,â you whimpered, and Remusâs body instantly responded.
He began to move faster and faster, setting a steady, relatively fast pace as he fucked in and out of you.
You ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss as he fucked you, allowing him to swallow your moans and whines.
âShit, you feel so good,â Remus praised, âI forgot how tight virgins are.â
His words added to your arousal, and you began to squeeze Remusâs cock, adding to his pleasure.
âFuck,â he moaned, âI wonât last if you do that.â
âCanât help it,â you moaned out.
Remus began to fuck you even faster, and your back arched up off of the bed at the new intensity. Remus took the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to him.
You were squirmy and whiny. âRelax, baby,â Remus cooed, âjust let it feel good.â
You took a deep breath and tried to relax, relishing in the feeling of Remusâs cock pumping in and out of you.
âFeel good?â he asked.
âMhm,â you hummed in response, âcanât- gonna-â
âYou wanna come?â Remus taunted, âyou wanna come on my cock?â
You nodded your head frantically, grabbing at the arms propped up directly next to your head for any support you could find.
âWanna feel you, baby,â Remus whispered in your ear, and his words did you in.
You squeezed Remus tight as you came. Your back would have arched more if Remus wasnât holding it in place. Your thighs were shaking violently as you continued to squeeze around him.
He forced himself to slow down as you came down from your high. When your breathing had reset, he pulled out of you, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand before he released onto the sheets next to your waist.
You wiped sweat-soaked hair from your forehead. âYou could have done that on me.â
Remus grinned, âI could have, huh?â He leaned in and kissed you before standing up to retrieve you a towel.
âYou okay?â
âYeah, thank you, Rem.â
Remusâs heart swelled at the small nickname. âFuckin wait until I tell everyone about this.â
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hi hii jade! Was wondering if you could do something sweet and fluffy w poly!marauders where reader wakes up in a very cozy and giggly mood đ¤ just some warm domestic love hehe
thank you for requesting! fem, 1k
Someone is kissing his waist. Sirius squirms in his dozing, not expecting it as those kisses travel up his naked chest. Your laugh is breathy and soft as you kiss his shoulder, your weight strewn across his side and arm, your hand finding his cheek.Â
Your fingers feel inhuman in the best way, like an angel. They spread across his face and neck as you hold him in place and kiss the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. âI love youâŚâ you whisper, the âyouâ turning long and slow like honey slipping down his front. âI wish you didnât sleep so much.âÂ
You kiss him again, and with that youâre out of bed. Out of the room before Sirius has time to gather his wits, but he does gather them, because he needs more of whatever that was.Â
What sort of sweetheart kisses somebody with such gentleness thinking they wonât remember? To press affection into him with want of nothing in return. He doesnât even bother getting dressed, just scrubs at his sleep-swollen face and fishes the crusties from his eyes as he descends the stairs, numb-legged.Â
James is grabbing you by the hips, helping you up onto the counter. His curls bounce at the back of his neck. âWhatâs gotten into you?â he asks.Â
âLove, for sure.âÂ
âI can see that. Eggs? Omelette?âÂ
âJamie, you can make anything. Actually, let me make you somethingââ
James pushes you further onto the top. âThatâs okay, Iâm cooking. I want to cook.âÂ
Sirius isnât insecure, exactly. He feels heâs quite handsome when he attempts to be, and he knows you like him whether heâs trying or not, but he doesnât know if you want to be interrupted, either of you, and itâs his private agony to wonder what to do. Then you spot him over Jamesâ shoulder and your eyes practically sparkle.Â
âSiriâŚâ you sing-song, melodic as he crosses the kitchen linoleum to be with you and James. âDid I wake you? Iâm sorry.âÂ
Sirius touches Jamesâ elbow with love but swoops in on you. âDid you wake me?â he asks, kissing your cheek, his arms working behind you to hold you as his lips travel downward. He isnât half as sweet as you were, too busy trying to squeeze your torso against his and mould you into a perfect fit against him and under his arm to really think about what heâs doing.Â
âShe did it to me, too.âÂ
Sirius pulls your face into his neck and turns to James with a grin. âAnd Remus?âÂ
âHe was already awake. But she kissed him and did that thing where her eyes somehow look bigger and shiny and he had to go for a walk.âÂ
âHe didnât have to go for a walk,â you mumble from Siriusâ neck. âHe always walks on Saturday mornings. Heâs just getting some herbs from the greenhouse.âÂ
The back door opens on cue. Remus reappears with an aura about him much like yours, dropping the cut herbs on the cutting board, and stopping just shy of everyone to smile. âDid she do it to you, as well?â he asks.Â
James squeezes Remusâ face in his hand, a quick thank you for the herbs that has the latter turning pink.Â
âShe waylaid me with kisses like a common whore.âÂ
âSirius,â James says scornfully.Â
âMe being the whore,â Sirius says. You laugh into his neck, seemingly with no inclination to leave the circle of his arms. âWill I ever see your face again?â he asks.Â
âItâs cozy here. I wish weâd stayed in bed.âÂ
âWe can go back.âÂ
âAfter breakfast,â James says, popping an egg on the edge of the frying pan, breaking the shell one handed as he gives the sizzling oil a shake.Â
Remus not so subtly crosses the last of the space to slot himself between your right thigh and the counter. Sirius has the urge to cup his cheek as James had done âRemus has an extremely holdable faceâ but is distracted by your nose nuzzling the line of his throat.Â
âI love you,â you say.Â
Doesnât matter who youâre talking to. All three boys melt.Â
âIâd like to do some really weird things to you,â Sirius says.Â
âMe too,â James agrees. âBut we do need breakfast first.âÂ
âNo one is doing anything weird to me, itâs the weekend.â You beam as Remus laughs, seemingly your intention.Â
Sirius backs away to a polite but still close proximity. He isnât selfish; being in a âstrangeâ relationship like this one is a lot of reading cues, and a lot of just plain old climbing into people's laps when you want them, because nobody can truly read minds. Yet Sirius can see that youâre in the sort of mood where everything you touch turns to gold and all the boys want a piece of you, and who is he to get in the way of that?Â
Well, heâs your boyfriend. He takes a kiss before he delegates himself to being herb-chopper, stealing glances of you from the corner of his eye.Â
You tease a strand of Remusâ hair behind his ear.Â
âWeird stuff is for weekdays only,â youâre murmuring. âWhat I want today is the real romantic stuff.âÂ
âThen you can have it,â Remus murmurs back.Â
Sirius will happily be doing very romantic things to both of you after his omelette. James, too, if heâs so inclined.Â
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Excuse me please but can you feed me with more of 1 boyfriend 3 pervs please I am hungry, mother father parent I am hungry can you feed me pleaseđ
(Sorry, I didnât found if you go by mother, father or parent, so I put them all)
1 boyfriend, 3 perverts pt.2
boyfriend!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter
This had me giggling, but here you go!! @familyshow-orisit also wanted a pt.2 so here it is! PART 1 Warnings: SMUT!! poly!marauders smut, oral (f!receiving), exhibitionism kind of, hint of possessive remus 1.5k wc
The second time your boyfriend's best mates joined in an intimate moment, it had been after directly after your transfiguration N.E.W.T and Remus wasted no time in pulling you across the school from the exam hall up to his dorm, having raced his other dorm mates so he could have dibs on the dorm. You had skipped past the rushed kisses and shy giggles to the wandering hands, Remus immediately pushing you onto your torso down on the bed, preparing you for his cock with his skilled fingers, pushing you towards your first orgasm.
You had been on the verge of cumming, Remus thrusting into you quickly from the back, hands tightly gripping your hips, listening closely to the muffled moans coming from where you had your face pressed against the mattress, when three people burst into the dorm. Any sign of James, Sirius and Peter's conversation died down, their gaze fixed on where you were getting rammed by your boyfriend. The door loudly shut behind them, and Remus finally trailed his gaze up to meet theirs, the open curtains of his four poster bed exposing every inch of your naked body. Remus huffed, noticing how they stared directly at your ass, and moved his grip from your hips to grope the fat of your ass, thrusting deeper into you.
"Rem!" You screamed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, completely unaware of your guests. "Yeah, say my name sweetheart." Remus encouraged with a smirk, one hand moving from your ass to the front of your torso, trailing down to your cunt until he found your clit, playing with it lightly to pull you to your orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned, back arching even more, finally letting the tight knot in your belly unravel, cumming all over your boyfriend's cock. Remus groaned in return at the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock, and he thrusted into you twice more before letting himself cum in your cunt, the warm spurts of cum shooting into you.
Remus moved with you, lowering himself so his cock stayed in you as you laid yourself down flat on your stomach on his mattress with a sigh, head resting on your forearm. "Fuck, Rem. Don't pull out yet." You begged, hand clasping around one of his wrists. Remus grinned in pride, pressing kisses on your back while trying to hold himself up on his forearms so he doesn't crush you. "Want to welcome our audience?" He finally muttered in your ear, watching curiously for your reaction when you lifted your head up. Your loud gasp filled the room, and you quickly turned your head back to look back and forth between your boyfriend and his best mates. "How long have you three been in here?" You asked, whimpering mid sentence as Remus pulled out of you, shifting to sit next to you.
"Not-Not- just now." James said, throwing his hands up defensively, eyes following your every more as you sat up next to your boyfriend. "Sorry sweetheart. Should've yelled at them, but I was too engrossed in you." Remus muttered, leaning down to press a wet kiss on your cheek. Your face turned red at his comment, and you replied "It's okay. I don't really mind it. I like your friends." The room went completely quiet at your commentary, and you innocently looked up at the three boys facing you, jaws slack in shock.
"You know, I would have thought one of them would have volunteered to clean me up by now." You state suggestively, turning to face your boyfriend. He grinned, watching you as three hands went up unanimously, a loud "Me, please!" Filling the room's silence. "Well James does have such good manners doesn't he?" Teased Remus, and you nodded, adding "Well I'm sure that's not the only thing he's good at. Right, Jamie?" You cock your head to the side, grinning as James nods quickly, the two boys beside him groaning in disappointment. The muscular boy rushed towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you, splaying his hands out on your thighs.
Remus watched closely as he walked over to the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his hips before leaning against the doorframe to watch his best mate's head dive between his girlfriend of over a year's thighs. You moaned the instant James' mouth connected with your pussy, immediately licking up you and your boyfriend's orgasms like a starved man. Your hands came up to his hair, gripping the messy curls and using them to push his head deeper in your cunt. James' nose nudged your clit and you whined, arching your back so your chest pushes forward, tits begging for attention.
"Y/n." You head snapped up at the call of your name, immediately making eye contact with Sirius' desperate gaze. "Sirius." You whispered back, watching at he took slow steps towards you. When he was finally close enough, he took your face in his hands, waiting just a moment long enough for you to find Remus' eyes in the spacious dorm before his lips connected with yours. You shut your eyes with a sigh, hips bucking into James' face and Sirius' tongue invaded your moment, lacing with yours in a poisonous kiss.
When Sirius pulled away from you, a long string of saliva connecting your lips, he climbed on the bed behind you, hands immediately occupied by your tits. You whined, throwing your head back on Sirius's shoulder when James' thumb grazed your clit, shifting focus to please you rather than clean you up. Remus and Peter both approached you at the same time, your eyes widening at the sight of the tent in Peter's trousers. You moved your attention to him, remembering he had been the only one not to cum last time you had paid the boys a visit. You tugged Peter's trousers down, letting his cock spring out, and immediately wrapping your hand around his hard dick.
You moaned at the same time he did, moving your gaze to Remus', just in time for you to feel his hand on the back of your head, guiding your head towards his. You squeezed your legs around James' head, a slight overstimulation at the feeling on his fingers on your clit and Sirius' on your tits, stroking Peter's cock quicker. "Such a slut." Remus whispered amusedly before he slammed his lips against yours, a load moan escaping your lips when his tongue aggressively made its way into your mouth, engaging you in a passionate kiss full of tongue and saliva.
Crying out, your free hand came up to cup your boyfriend's jaw, the other one keeping Peter panting from beside you. You moved your hand up to the tip of Peter's dick, arching your back against Sirius's chest while trying to keep up with Remus's kisses, possessive and fast against your lips. Both of Remus's hands cupped your face, impossibly deepening the kiss and you gasped, your pussy clenching down on James' fingers, your clit beginning to feel overstimulated from him sucking on it. You moaned loudly mid-kiss with Remus, thighs starting to shake and hips bucking in James's face uncontrollably. You were going to cum soon.
Remus pulled away from you, the separation only amplifying the sound of your moans in the closed rooms. Remus's hands caressed your face, looking at you sympathetically, well aware that you were going to cum. "Fuck, Jamesie! You moaned, using your free hand to push him deeper into you once more. Peter's hips bucked up into your hand at your slowing movements, whining desperately. Your hand only loosened up around his cock, but one of Sirius' hands replaced it, speeding up on Peter's cock, who moaned loudly at the replacement. Remus leaned down to press kisses on your neck, hand trailing down to pinch at the nipple freed by Sirius's hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned, squeezing your thighs tightly and throwing your head back on Sirius's shoulder, wrist wrapping tightly around your boyfriend's wrist as your eyes shut and you came again, the power of your orgasm literally making you shiver in pleasure. James rode you through your orgasm, fingers slowing down inside you and taking his mouth off your clit to ease you from the stimulation. When you opened your eyes, a loud moan filled the space and spurts of cum shot your way, filling your tits with white ropes of cum. Your eyes widened and jaw went slack, chest heaving while trying to catch your breath. "Shit, shit, I'm sorry." Peter panicked, looking around for tissues.
"Calm down Peter, we've all seen a little cum before." Joked Remus, and you giggled, toying with James' hair, who still kneeled on the floor in front of you. The boy looked up at you and you grinned at him before suddenly remembering your boyfriend, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down to your level to give him a kiss.
"By the way Sirius, you pull that shit again and I'm gonna hex you."
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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You werenât used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. Youâd lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You werenât complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you.Â
They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasnât all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in Jamesâ lap, or Remusâ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.
That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or âPadsâ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with.Â
âHey, dollface! You sleep well?â The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.
âIt was good.â You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand.Â
âHere you go, dovey.â Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius.Â
âOi, Moons. Youâre blocking my view.â You turned in your chair to look behind you at the âviewâ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.
âDonât torture the poor thing.â James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.
âI never tortured anyone.â Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. âCollective punishment is a war crime, ProngsâÂ
âLeavinâ me to the wolves huh, Moons?â Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar.Â
âOh trust me, Iâm sure we all know how much youâd love to be left to the wolf.â James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. âThere is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but Iâm sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.âÂ
âThereâs also yogurt.â Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup.Â
âOh no, Iâm okay. I could never take your food. Iâm not hungry anyway.â You muttered into your mug.Â
âYouâve gotta eat somethinâ babydoll. Canât have you skipping meals.â Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone.Â
âIâll find somethinâ donât worry.â You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away.Â
âGentle, sweetheart.â James scolded lightly. âGonna hurt yourself like that.â He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you werenât sure if you were going to survive.Â
You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved.Â
âWhatâve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. Itâs like, your favorite word or something.â Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy.Â
âYou still sleepy?â He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy.Â
âYeah.â You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.
âDo you have work today, love?âÂ
âNo, âs my day off.â James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up.Â
âHappy coincidence! Itâs ours too.â He grinned. âHow about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?â He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but werenât opposed to the idea.
âWeâll make sure to wake you up so you donât sleep the day away.â James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced.Â
âOkay, that does sound nice.â Barely above a whisper.Â
âWe can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?â Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch.Â
âThat wonât be comfy, dollface. Here you go.â Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest.Â
âNo, Iâll move. You sit here, James.â
Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak.Â
âNo, Iâm good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.â James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch Jamesâ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James.Â
âThere you go, baby. That feel nice?â Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp.Â
Baby. Baby. Baby.
It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.
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the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did.
summary. as the title suggests. this one was a request! i hope you enjoyed my version of this anon.
pairing/s. poly!marauders + lily / reader.
wc. 4.1k
tags. hurt/comfort, angst, peter pettigrew mention, not proofread, like seriously, fluff, happy ending.
cws: brief mention of violence and blood.
note: i am alive?? crazy. i began this fic, whilst sick, around august, nursing the worst headache ever. i wrote the middle of this fic, sick. and i think it's only fitting that i finished this fic. sick... honestly, i did not proofread any of this, i just know i lowkey love it. after the first one-thousand words, i just spiral and become delirious, so i don't even know what happened here. my first request finished! yippee! and thank you all for 2k :< i love you all so much.
i.Â
SIRIUS BLACK did not love youânot even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
After Peter Pettigrewâs slight against his family, Sirius would never hold warmth or pity for the skittish mouse ever again. He was played for a fool. And, he did not know which betrayal had hurt more. Peterâsâor yours. (Had you known all along of your adoptive brotherâs plans? Did you not think for one second that Sirius would, without a sliver of hesitation, put himself in the way of a killing curse to keep you safe? Heâd have died before ever letting the fire in your eyes wither to ashes. Clearly, you did not share the same sentiment.)Â
He wanted nothing to do with you. Ever. And if the rat-bastard dared to show his face, not even Death would know where to put Peterâs body to rest. Sirius would keep him alive until he begged for deathâuntil the idea of living frightened him more than dying. And for youâbeholder of his heart, captor of his soul, and co-possessor of his mindâhe could only hope that you stayed far away. You had wrecked himâall of them.Â
He wantedâ
He did not know what he wanted.Â
For when it came to you, Sirius Black was reduced to a man wandering the desertsâmistaking clouds for water, and the sands for grass blades. You had ravaged every fiber of his being; consumed his every thought and word. The most ironic part of all was that if you had been the one standing thereâSirius would have let you Avada him. Dumbledore could scold him in the afterlifeâSirius could care less. Heâd have snapped his wand in half and asked someone else to fight you because Sirius had vowed from the moment he met you that he would never harm a hair on your head. He would never be the reason that tears stained your pretty cheeks.Â
Well, apparently, trust and promises were not worth a damn thing nowadays.Â
No, he did not love youâeven as you stood on the steps of Grimmauld, your hair ruined by the downpour of rain. Your lips bruised and bitten from a nervous habit Sirius had yet to break out of you.Â
âI didnât know, Sirius,â you whisperedâyour voice the only sound falling on his ears amidst all the thunder and lightning. He only saw you. âY-You have to believe me. If I knewâGods, I would have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat. Fuck. I thought you knew me better than that.âÂ
He thought so, too.Â
âDid you know?â Sirius began, taking a step forward and into the storm, a demeaning sneer on his lips. âThat when Voldemort stood in our home, your portrait was right behind him? That was all I could look at. If I had diedâyou would have been the last thing I saw.âÂ
You had not replied.Â
Sirius grit his teeth. âGo,â he said, voice hoarse.Â
âGo!â he yelled, grateful for the rain as it masked his own tears as you flinched from the sound of his voice. Not the thunderclap, the lightning strikeâbut it was him who scared you.Â
(But you had done so first.)Â
When you apparated away, Sirius crumbled to the ground and pounded his fists against the asphalts where you were moments ago, screaming and cursing until he saw blood flowing with the rainwater.
It was laughable, really. The way he did not love you.Â
It was not love that drove him to madness, pummeling Gideon Prewett into a bloody pulp for mentioning your name during a meeting with the Order. He had presumed you to be a Death Eater alongside your brotherâSirius instantly saw nothing but red. (He condemned Bellatrix, his own cousin, for becoming a madwoman. Yet, here he was, unraveled by the very thought of you. The very whisper of your name.)Â
But whatever it was that had turned him into a fool and a hypocrite all at once, it was not love.Â
ii.Â
JAMES POTTER had no love for youâmake no mistake about that. He loved love, and he did so fiercely and truthfully. But you and Peter had broken his trustâdefiled his loyalty from the moment your brother had brought Voldemort to his doorstep. (Did you know that as he begged and screamed for Lily to hide with their son, Harryâhe thought of you? For a fleeting moment, he saw your face, marked by fear and tear-rimmed eyes. And James knew straight away that he would spit on Tom Riddleâs bare feet if only to keep his family safe. If only to see you once more. Alive and well. But, you must not have thought the sameâif you had conspired with Peter to sell him and Lily out to the Devil reborn.)Â
The thought of you breathing was enough to keep James alive.Â
But, that was not love. It was a mockery of it.Â
No, he did not feel so much as a twinge of emotion for you. Not even as Mad-Eye Moody brought your limp body back to Grimmauld. It was not love that threatened the magic in his beingâthat simmered in his blood until the painted walls saw an indent of his fist. (âPoor thing,â McGonagall cooed as she pressed her palm over your forehead. Despite some of the membersâ growing distrust for you, you still took an Unforgivable in their stead. âWe can only wait. . . Four Cruciatus curses. . .â)Â
What more did James need to want to rip Peter apart limb by limb?Â
It was not love that rooted his feet by your side. Sitting hunched on a chair too small for his height, bags beneath his eyes, and the pale of his lips becoming noticeable to everyone who spoke to him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered to you lovelesslyâhands desperately clutching your own. Sirius stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest, dagger-like eyes waiting for so much as a twitch of your finger. âIâm sorry.â
It was a plea this time.
He only hoped you did not ask him to love you. For James could give you the world, hand-pick the stars, and burrow his body deep beneath the ground if you had asked for itâbut he could not love you.Â
Everyone had told him not to hope that you would wake up. That your pretty eyes would not flutter open, and you would no longer look at him as you had before. But James was stubborn. He was selfish as he was stubborn. He did not love youâbut he needed to hear the sound of your voice. And James would take it any way that he could. The soft cadence of a whisper, or a rough utterance of a single word. Molly Weasley told him to accept reality for what it was. (âYou need sleep, dear,â the matriarch fussed. âThereâs nothing we can do. Look at the Longbottoms. . . We can do no more for this one as we had done for them.â)Â
In the still of the night, he left his reveries on the cold of your skin. âWake up,â he demanded.Â
âWake up or else youâre the traitor everyone thinks you are,â James hissed.Â
But his words held no heatâand his heart held no love for you.Â
Make no mistake about that.
Then, when you finally woke up, disoriented and throat parchedâa hazy recollection of the weeks beforeâJames made sure that no more than four people could enter the room. He did not care if a hurricane, or if Voldemort himselfâJames had faced him once already, after allâthreatened to break the door down. You were theirs to protect.
 (But not to love.)Â
âWe need to begin the questioning, James, you know that,â said Kingsley Shacklebolt, almost exasperatedly; weary lines written across his face. James would not allow even a toe beyond the doorway. An interrogation meant you had something to do with the attempted murder of James and his family. Whether or not you were innocent, James did not careâhe just wanted you safe.Â
(And a small part of him already knew that you were not your brotherâs keeper. Just as they had absolved Sirius of his familyâs sins. It would be unfair to not show you the same grace. But before his mind knew that, Jamesâs heart and soul had known the truth all along.)Â
He found Sirius gently tending to your every need, and already James knew that was Padfootâs way of begging for forgiveness. The ebony-haired man hung onto your every word. He winced when you flinched, and pressed his apologies to your forehead, rasping for a kindness he did not deserve. Not after what he did. How he turned you away and cursed your name. How they betrayed you.Â
James did not love you.Â
But what else could he call the manacles that bound his hands and forced him to his knees when it came to you?Â
Not. Love.Â
iii.Â
REMUS LUPIN could not bring himself to love you. But, he could not love Sirius, Lily, and James either. He was undeserving of such a privilege. But he was not allowed to love you; Remus could only hope that you saw even a shred of worth in himâto wrest each word from his lips and every breath from his lungs. But, he did not love you. No.Â
Because loving you meant he was to tell you of your brotherâs crimes. And Remus could not hurt you like that.Â
âP-Peter?â you had asked, wearing the eyes of a fretful sibling. Remus lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair gone astray behind your ear. Bellatrix had done a number on youâjust as she had done to Alice and Frank. Remus was fairly certain that Sirius was off on a hunt for his cousin, his mind toyed with by the barbarity of war. What they could not do for the Longbottoms, theyâd wring themselves dry to do for you. After the Lestrangesâ attack, you suffered damage to your throat and memories. Remus could not bear to see you in such pain.Â
He could not give you love, but Remus would offer up to you his every limb, and the weary skin upon his bones.Â
âThey. . .â Remus grimaced. How could he act as the bearer of bad news? Heâd rather dive headfirst into shark-infested waters. Be anywhere else but here. In fact, Remus would rather snatch you away from the funereal walls, and hold you in his arms in the quietude of dawn, than be the one to bring anguish to your eyes. âTheyâre looking for him at the moment, love.âÂ
One question lingered in your eyes: Why?Â
Luckily, Sirius was always the better one at sharpening a blunt knife. âHe was a traitor,â he spat like acid. âA traitor to the Order. A traitor to us. Heâs no friend of ours. Not anymore.âÂ
But Sirius knewâbetter than anyone elseâhow difficult it can be to truly hate little brothers, especially once theyâve gone.Â
âNo. . .â You trembled, almost retching as you sobbed into your palms.Â
Remus held you then, the front of his shirt soaked in your tears, eyes firmly shut as you trembled and heaved in his arms. The sound of your guttural screams bounced off the four walls, and Remus had to bury his nose in your hair. You were alive. Safe. Breathing. But you felt cold as ice; an empty husk stripped bare for grief to take over. And Remus could do nothing but hold you. (He just hoped that wherever Peter Pettigrew was, Remus would not be the first one to find him. Otherwise, they would not be able to recover even a fingernail from his remains.)
âHush, love,â Remus whispered into your ear as you cried yourself sick. Mourning the loss of your brother, reeling from the betrayal of a bond that was supposed to be stronger than blood. Remus would make him pay, he vowed as much to you. No, Remus and the wolf in him did not know how to love. But he knew how to hurt. And, that, heâd gladly do for you. His body was for you to use as a shield, his soul for you to strip bare, and his heart for you to thieve and never return.Â
âDonât cry,â said James, a shadow cast over his frames. âNot for Peter. Never. Fucking bastard will get whatâs coming to him.â He laid on the vacant space of the bed, gently untangling your hands that were pressed over your heart. âIâll make sure of it.â
They all would.
But not because they loved you.Â
It was not out of love, Remus had to remind himself in the coming days, when he stayed diligently by your side as you recovered. Daily sessions with the best healer St. Mungoâs could offerâas if James would allow anything else. There were days your eyes would glaze over, your words rough and sluggish, and Remus would try his damndest to make you smile.Â
It was the least he could do.Â
For failing to protect you.Â
But that was not love.Â
(It was hope. Wretched, disastrous hope as he fell to his knees, and your name in between his teeth.)
iv.Â
LILY EVANS was a fighter in all the ways that mattered.Â
And from the very first moment she held Harry in her arms, eyes raking over his wrinkly, bloodied skin; all ten fingers and toes, her soft cries over his loud screamingâLily knew she would trade her life for his in a heartbeat. Little, lovely eyes that would soon see the world in his own time. Lily adored him. Cherished every tear, snore, and giggle. She knew then, that a motherâs love was entirely different from any emotion sheâd ever felt before.Â
This was proven the first time Harry had gotten seriously ill. A few weeks after the attempted murder on the Potters, Harry was ceaselessly cryingâscreaming, even, every nightâred-faced as he fussed every breakfast and dinner. Lily found herself at witâs end. Her protectiveness had gone up a hundred measures; wouldnât let anyone besides family or Madam Pomfrey see Harry. Yet, even with all the draughts and silly-flavoured syrups, Harry wasnât getting better.Â
âLily dear, you cannot actually be thinking about this,â worried Molly Weasley as Lily stood in front of your door, holed away in the room where you had been recovering for the last few days. It would be the first time she saw you since the incident. More than anything she was afraid. Frightened that you would look at her differently. Whether or not that fear stemmed from love, Lily was not concerned. âWe can call for another Healer from Mungoâs to have a look at Harry. . . Who knows what might. . .âÂ
Lily held Harry closer to her, lips firmly pressed, attempting to ignore the way his temperature was unnaturally high. âMight what, Mrs. Weasley?â She knew Molly was only talking out of concern, from a motherâs perspective at least. But she knew you better than anyone else. You would never hurt her, or Harry, that much she was certain of. And if you were the traitor everyone else was afraid of accusing you of, a sentence delivered by association to Peterâthen let the guillotine fall, Lily would carry your crimes for you.Â
She remembered ever-so clearly in her sixth-year, you with dreams glistening in your eyes. (âIâm going to be a Healer, Lils! Minnie said Iâd be a great one. . . I want to protect those I love. . . I know I can do it. . . Oh, I canât wait to tell Peter that Iâve gotten recommendations already to work at Mungoâs after graduation.â)Â
And Lily recalled at that moment, she had felt a different kind of emotion that she had never experienced before. It was not love, of course. Tuney said she was too young and too stupid to know what real love was. But, at sixteen, what else could describe the way her heart fluttered and the way her lips threatened to break out into a smile whenever you lit up talking about your future? (It was just a crush, young Lily told herself.)
Only to be crushed and cast aside in the face of the war, where fighters took their place at the forefront of the lines, mothers and children hid; healers stretching themselves thin to be here, there, everywhere; where traitors walked in plain sight.Â
âThere is no one else I trust more with my life,â replied Lily.Â
And that was that.Â
Lily skirted around Molly and opened the door to your room, where Sirius, James, and Remus all stood at attention at the sight of her and Harry. She ignored them, and headed straight to your side.Â
âHello, love,â she greeted with all the gentleness she was made of, a smile creeping up to her eyes as Lily watched you turn your head at the sound of her voice. Truth be told, she did not know what her end-goal was in coming here. But being by your side had always made life a little more bearable, like all the illnesses in the world could not bring her down. And so, her magic had instinctively summoned her person to you. She, at least, was relieved to see colour returning to your cheeks, though the red in your eyes had dulled the hues she adored so much.Â
âIs that. . .?â you croaked.Â
Lily nodded. âHarry, meetââÂ
One of the loves of my life, the most loyal and pure witch anyone ever has the privilege of meeting, someone I want to stay in my life forever.Â
Lilyâs smile wilted. âA friend.âÂ
Later, she would place Harry in your armsâher little hope embraced by her dreamâand Lily would wonder if it was by pure magic that Harry calmed in your presence.Â
For if love could hurt and destroy, could it mend and heal the broken as well?
But what a shame, for not one in that room carried an ounce of love for you.
(She would die for Harry, yesâbut she would live for you.)
v.Â
YOU did not love them, either.Â
The very idea, thoughtâinsinuationâwas absurd. (Why, they deserved much better than you, after all.) With hands that failed to protect them, were you even allowed to hold them anymore? Did your heart have the right to breathe for them? You had failed as a sister and a friendâhow much more would you have failed as their lover? Well, youâd never know.Â
Because you did not love them.Â
Merely wished them happiness and for the world to extend them kindness. For the sun to look brightly down on them, and for time to heal their scars and wounds. For if they were in pain, the earth would stop spinning. But such a request was not borne from love.Â
Surely not.Â
Because, then, that would have meant that it was love that teared you apart when Sirius cursed your name, when James turned you away, when Remus could not look you in the eyes, or when Lilyâfor all your history togetherâcalled you a friend.Â
The whole of you was made by the parts of them. Each memory welded into the crevices of your soul. From the moment you had all found each other in the same train compartment, same common roomâthere was a shift in the fates that bound all five of you together. (The ties were red, but the thread was not of love.) You did not believe in Professor Trelawneyâs talks of providence and destiny.Â
Because if you did, then why was the universe so cruel?Â
Fallingânot in loveâfor four people who could very much do without you in their lives. Lacking severely as a sister to the point you had not noticed your brother fading and fading away into the shadows.Â
Was love that unkind? That merciless?Â
Then, you did not want to love at all.Â
Oh, but magic or not, every creature on this earth selfish.Â
You were no different.Â
You wanted.Â
Oh, how you yearned.Â
âI LOVE YOU.âÂ
You barely had enough time to react before Sirius pressed his lips to the side of your head, arm covertly sneaking around your waist. The sound of the train whistling as parents yelled their goodbyes filled the station. You stood in the midst of the crowd, eyes never leaving one window in particular as you waved at Harry, now eleven-years-old and now off to Hogwarts.Â
âQuite a random thing to say, husband,â you murmured, leaning into his warmth. âWhat for?âÂ
âJust because,â he replied in turn with a fiendish grin. âWell, perhaps for choosing us, for choosing me despite all my fuck-ups. For existing. For being the beautiful, wonderful, kind, precious you. I could keep on going, my darling. Shall I compare thee to a summerâs day?âÂ
You wrinkled your nose, eyes rolling from fondness. âI love you too, quite unfortunately.âÂ
He only laughed and pulled you closer to him. âLetâs go home.âÂ
â
âI love you.âÂ
In the house built by new memories, warded by stronger protection charms, and filled with warmth and loveâJames said this to you each morning before he left for the Ministry, promoted after the war as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Not one foot out of the door until he had showered you in kisses and the symphonies of his heart. James had always been loud, even in his time at Hogwarts. The war had not taken this part of him, and you figured James was too loud to let it be taken from him. He was unapologetically and unabashedly him.Â
And you had loved him fiercely for that.Â
âIâll be home early tonight,â he said, a quiet intimacy washing over the both of you. The early birds of the cottage. âWait for me?â
âOf course,â you answered without an ounce of hesitation, delicately chasing after his lips. âI love you. Be safe.âÂ
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âI love you.âÂ
âAre you saying that to me or are you reading from the book?â you teased from where you laid on Remusâs chest, hours after James left for work, the afternoon bringing you two together in the living room. Lily was in the gardens, and Sirius was in the shed working on his motorbike. It was perfect. You felt the rise and fall of Remusâs chest beneath you, his heartbeat close to your ear. He was perfect. It was a miracle you had not fallen asleep to the tender lull of his voice.Â
âBoth,â he responded, hand coming up to trace the bare of your skinâa miracle you did not crumble or burn instantly from his touch.Â
You hummed. âThen, I love you, too.â Then, you grinned, lifting your head to stare up at him. âYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.âÂ
And, oh, how photographs could not capture the beauty in Remusâs smile as his eyes regarded you with such fire.
âMy heart, my light, my desire,â Remus began, one finger ever-so softly tracing the curve of your cheek. âIn vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.âÂ
â
âI love you.âÂ
Said Lily as she lied in your shared bed, red-nosed and her cheeks pale, sluggish. The Christmas holiday was generous enough to gift her with an unfortunate cold that had been going around the wizarding world. âBut, please, go,â she commanded weakly, gesturing for you to join Harry who was stood by the door. âItâs a lovely day outside for making snowmen with carrots as noses and snow angels. Not for taking care of poor old me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes as you sat by her side, swiftly pressing a kiss to her forehead. âAnd I love you, which is why I would rather much be here, taking care of the prettiest snow angel to ever exist,â you countered, bringing a spoonful of broth to her lips. âBesides, Harry here has something to tell you. Heâs made friends at school. One of them is Mollyâs little one.âÂ
âOh, you did?â Lily cooed, before sniffling weakly. âThatâs lovely, darling. Tell me all about them.âÂ
âThatâs not all, Lily mine,â you began mischievously as Harryâs eyes narrowed at you through his glasses. âThis friendship apparently formed after fighting a troll.âÂ
âYou what?â Lily croaked, emerald eyes shimmering with concern and near-dread.Â
âDid you really, Harry?â James popped his head in the doorway, clapping his son on the shoulder before ushering him inside the room. A spitting image side-by-side as they took the empty space by the foot of the bed. âGood boy. Father approves.âÂ
âOf course you would,â Lily shot at him weakly, melting when Sirius then entered the room and greeted her with a kiss to her cheek. âAnd where are you all coming from?â
âOutside,â announced Remus, tugging his tie from his neck. âSirius and I took a quick trip to Diagon Alley to get some things thatâll make you feel better, Lily love.âÂ
And as the snow fell outside, lazy winds against the window, your little family gathered in one room, there was one thing you knew for certain.
You loved them.Â
And they loved you.Â
a/n: i wrote all 4k words while sick. crazy. but anyway, i wanted to believe in love again so here i am. thank you all so much for being patient with me. i promise to do even better in the next fics!
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hi mae !! i wanted to ask whether you would consider writing poly!marauders where reader has really bad/intrusive nightmares about maybe something bad happening to loved ones/aka the boys? i keep having nightmares at night and when i wake up iâm way too scared to go to sleep again and can barely calm down. itâs okay if you donât feel comfortable though !! đŤđ
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You choke on a gasp as you wake, frantic to escape the hands restraining yours.Â
âHey, hey.â Sirius is holding your wrists to his chest, his grip gentle but strong as he watches you with worried eyes. âYouâre okay, baby. Youâre okay.âÂ
As fast as youâd launched into wakefulness, it takes you a second to realize youâre not in danger. Your muscles slacken gradually.Â
âDove?â Remus croaks from behind you. Sirius continues to look at you with that steady, searching gaze, like heâs making sure youâre well and truly awake.Â
âYou alright?â he asks softly. âYou want the light on?âÂ
Your face feels very warm. âIâm sorry,â you try to say, but your voice comes out a whimper, followed promptly by a stymied sob.Â
You can see Siriusâ expression scrunch painfully even through the blur of tears. You want to tell him that youâre okay, that this is more an aftershock of past upset than anything, but when you open your mouth only another sob emerges.Â
âItâs okay,â he shushes you, bringing your knuckles to his lips. âYouâre fine, sweetheart. Letâs sit up.âÂ
He reaches for the lamp while you sit up against the pillows, your knees curling up towards you instinctively. It illuminates the comfortable safety of your room, so different from the horrorscape of the dream youâve just had, as well as the tired faces of your boyfriends.Â
James is fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand while Remus squints into the light, clearly trying to make out your face. Sirius leans against the headboard beside you, taking one of your hands back in his.Â
âBad dream?â he asks, though you already all know the answer.Â
You nod anyway.Â
Remus makes a sad humming sound. âYou were saying something in your sleep. Do you remember what happened?â
âNo.â You sniffle. âI donât knowâŚI donât remember what happened. Just how it felt.âÂ
Remusâ brow creases with sympathy. You can see James peering at you from behind him, looking half desperate to crawl across his boyfriendâs lap to get to you, but they know better than to crowd you when youâre like this. For now, Sirius takes the lead.Â
He runs his thumb back and forth over your palm. âDo you want to talk about how it felt?â he asks you.Â
You chew your lips. âI donât think so.âÂ
If possible, his eyes soften further. âDo you want a hug, sweet girl?â
You worry youâre going to sob again. âYeah,â you manage tightly.Â
âOh, sweetheart.â Remusâ arms come around you eagerly. Tender and kind, he rubs your arm and uses one of his hands to bring your head to his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair along with a shapeless murmur. Though you canât make it out, the sound of his voice is sweet enough to coax another tiny sob from you.Â
James makes a sound of distress when he hears it. âRemus, youâre supposed to be making her feel better.âÂ
âYeah, what the hell?â Sirius seconds. âClearly, youâre doing it wrong.âÂ
Remus chuckles. You feel it rumble through him, and Sirius squeezes your ankle teasingly.Â
âIs he making you sadder, baby?âÂ
âNo,â you mumble.Â
âMm, prove it.â You look down, and Jamesâ head is resting on Remusâ lap. âGive us a smile.âÂ
You do your best. You know it has to be watery and awful, but your boyfriend beams up at you nonetheless.Â
âThere she is.âÂ
âYou two are awful,â says Remus, cupping his hand over your ear protectively. âShe doesnât want your coercive happiness.âÂ
Sirius hums. He squeezes up your calf until his hand is resting on your knee. âDo you think youâre going to be able to go back to sleep?â he asks you.
You peek at him. âHonestly?â
âAlways.âÂ
âNot really, no.âÂ
He frowns, but thereâs no accusation in it. Just disappointment on your behalf.Â
âOkay.â James rolls off Remusâ lap, sitting up. âI have to get ready for training in half an hour anyway. Want to sit with me in the living room until then, angel?âÂ
You look at him despondently. âJamie, you donât have to get up.âÂ
âNo, come on.â He comes around the bed to collect you. Remus lets you go somewhat begrudgingly, allowing you to be tucked under Jamesâ arm. âIâd have been up soon anyway. Weâll let those two sleep, I never get you to myself like this.âÂ
âThereâs to be no kissing while Remus and I are asleep,â Sirius says as Remus reaches around him to turn off the light.Â
âTyrant,â James replies as you leave the room. He brings his face close to yours, scruff tickling your cheek. âNow we have to kiss extra.â
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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 doesnât notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name â wrong boyfriend sweetheart â so he fucks her harder until she calls his name â there you go loveâ.
You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when theyâre showering she reassure remus and says something like â itâs hard to think of anything else when Iâm around you , youâre all consuming â and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.
Iâm 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 :)))
Words: 5.7k
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âYou both look so damn handsome!â you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Siriusâ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. âMaybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoatsâ, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.
âHmm, you think so?â 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, âAre you sure you both donât want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means thereâs room for two. We donât mind being fashionably lateâ. 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 Remusâ, 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 Jamesâ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. âNo, itâs 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 holdingâ, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.
âOh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what youâve got planned? You might need to up your gameâ, 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 didnât 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. Remusâ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remusâ and the wolfâs 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, thatâs 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.
âRemember to please be safe out there tonight. Donât do anything I wouldnât do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please donât drink and fly again. Iâm not having another incident like last timeâ.
âYes, Mumâ, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.
âIâll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviourâ, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.
âGoodâ, 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. âYou look so handsome tonight,â you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.
âDonât I always?â 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 Jamesâ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. âI donât know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesnât it add to my roguish good looks?â 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, âI hope you have fun tonightâ, 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. âIf you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and weâll come back straight awayâ.
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. âSirius, take your tongue from Moonyâs mouth; we must go!â
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, âShall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?â
You left it in Remusâ 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. Youâd 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.
âItâs a rare time when it gets to be just the two of usâ, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.
âItâs been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes itâs hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldnât you agree?â
His eyes softened as he nodded, âI definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?â
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 wasnât the first time he had said that tonight; heâd said it every other sentence, but that didnât hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.
âYou, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talkerâ, 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. âSo pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if youâre lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mumâs cake from yesterdayâ.
Remus didnât 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. âYouâre so pretty, Remusâ, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.
âPretty and scarredâ, 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 wasnât 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. âI love you, scars and allâ.
Remusâ 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, âWhat about a dance mâlady, then Iâll find you something sweet to suck on for desertâ.
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.
Youâd 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 youâd 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 youâd 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.
âWoah, Remus, just give me a minute.â 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 didnât 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.
âNeed you-â he muttered with a gruffness that hadnât been there moments ago.
This was why youâd 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; heâd 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 hadnât 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 youâd been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like heâd 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.
âRem-Remus! Merlin, please donât stop!â you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldnât 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 hadnât 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.Â
Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you werenât able to control your body, but he didnât stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. âPleaseâŚ.please Remusâ, 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 couldnât 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.
âAh!â 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 heâd 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.
âDid so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?â 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 Remusâ 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.
âMy pretty girl tastes so goodâ, 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. âWhat do you want? I want to hear you say itâ.
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.
âYou, I want you. Please!â you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.
The corners of Remusâ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, âHave I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?â
Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as heâd 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 didnât 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 heâd done so, heâd had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you werenât 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.
âI need you, Remus, please stop teasing meâ, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.
âRelax, and just let me kiss youâ, 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. âAll I can think about is youâ, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolfâs desire to be close to you.
Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, âI know, Remus, itâs ok. Iâm right here. Take meâ.
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.
âTell me youâre mineâ, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.
Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, âIâm yours Remus - FUCK!â
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 didnât 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 wouldnât 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 couldnât help but gasp, âSirius!â 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. âWrong name, Sweetheartâ, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. âI only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?â
âYes, Remus! Iâm sorry!â you plead with him as he fucks you harder.
âThere you go, Love. See, it wasnât so difficult, was it?â As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as youâre plunged into darkness.
âDonât be too hard on her, Moonyâ, 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 doesnât 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 didnât 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 didnât think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.
His and didnât return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on Jamesâ 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 Siriusâ 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 Siriusâ arse.
âYouâre mine, Love. Arenât you? My pretty girlâ, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.
âYes! Iâm yours, Remus! Youâre so deepâ, 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. âYou only get to cum after themâ, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.
âMoony, you really are tense, arenât youâ 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 didnât 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 Remusâ 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, âMine!â 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 Remusâ 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 couldnât control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.
âShh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. Thatâs it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well doneâ, Remus encouraged for some time as youâd 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.
âItâs just⌠a lotâ, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give youâ.
âI know, Iâve got you. Iâve always got youâ, he reassured calmly.
Youâre exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, âI wanna go to sleepâ.
Remus kissed your naked shoulder, âAfter we clean you up, ok, Love?â
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 wouldnât trigger him somehow. âYou alright there?â James asked softly.
âMmhm. Just a little sleepyâ, 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, âIâll clean up here, you guys look after her, and Iâll join you in the bathroomâ.
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.
âYou know I didnât mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didnât expect to see them standing there and-â you begin to explain with Remus, worried heâd been upset by you saying Siriusâs name earlier.
However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, âI knowâ.
Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, âItâs hard to think of anything else when Iâm around you. Youâre all consuming, Remusâ.
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.
âSheâs right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without youâ, 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. âThereâs a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupinâ.
Three of you chuckled before you asked, âAre you eating my leftovers?â
âWhat?â he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. âThe food was scarce at the party, and Moonyâs roasties are always so fucking goodâ.
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.
âAs much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bedâ.
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 hadnât 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. âHow was your night?â Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. âYouâre both sober, so Iâm assuming no mischief?â
âOh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think weâre back so early?â 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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mother!!!! that recent poly!marauders + lily fic had me WEAK. if you please, could you write a part two where shy!reader finds out remus is a werewolf? I could see rem really not wanting her to find out bc he doesnât want to scare her, but maybe severus(or somebody) spills the beans thinking she already knew, or she overheard a conversation between the boys. sheâd be accepting of course, but remus freaks out when she finds out. just a lot of comfort and reassurance.
hope that gives you some inspiration, also, totally donât have to write it if you donât want to, of course!!! ilysm đ¤đ
I took this in a bit of a different direction but the ending's just the same! thanks so much sweets <3 <3
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5
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poly!marauders + lily x shy!reader who learns about Remus' furry little problem
CW: miscommunication trope, insecurities, angst [with a happy ending], reader is feeling incredibly insecure in this fic, James cries, Sirius cries a little bit too but they all pretend not to notice for his sake
You felt terribly foolish; no, you felt worse. You felt absolutely humiliated and you had no one to blame but yourself.
And now that you were here - âhereâ being rushing to the dungeons to lock yourself in the Hufflepuff dormitories for the next foreseeable future - you arenât sure how you had convinced yourself that this was going to end any other way.Â
It was a pipedream at best, thinking you had any place amongst the infamous Marauders and the princess of Gryffindor, and it was delusional at worst.Â
Of course theyâd grow weary of you, of course theyâd find your nerves and anxiety tiresome, of course theyâd wind up bored of accommodating you when they were all so much more than you.Â
What had you been thinking? How did you manage to allow yourself to believe that this was anything but a phase for them - they saw you as a challenge, they beat the challenge, and now they were through with you.Â
You thought that the sweet looks, the kisses, the affection, the effort all meant more than it obviously did.
At least to them.
To you, it meant the world.
To them, it was a chore.
You were a chore.
Foolish girl.Â
You had been on your way to the library to meet up with the boys and Lily to study for the upcoming Herbology test. It was the first real group âdateâ after the sketchiness that usually followed Remus about once a month that no one else seemed inclined to comment on, so neither did you.
ExceptâŚexcept, this time, some lingering tension seemed to follow the bout of sketchiness.Â
And still, no one seemed particularly inclined to comment on it.
And you couldnât help but feel like you were out of the loop somehow, but you chalked that up to being a newer addition to the dynamic, and not living with them in Gryffindor tower.
That is until you happened to be walking out of their view behind the stacks of books that their table was situated by when you overheard their conversation.Â
âYouâre going to have to say something to her, Rem. This is getting out of hand.â You heard Lily say solemnly, earning her a pained groan from Remusâ lips, causing you to pause behind the stacks so as to not interrupt their conversation.
âCanât we just ignore this? Just for a little longer?â Remus bargained. âI mean, it canât be that bad?â
âItâs worse, Moons.â Sirius corrected.Â
âY/Nâs so sensitive though.â James added. âI mean, how would that conversation even go? How do you tell her something like that?â
âIt has to come from Remus.â Lily stated matter-of-factly.Â
Remus let out a long-suffering sigh. âAnd how do you suggest I go about this?â
âListen.â Sirius asserted. âI donât bloody care how we tell her, but we have to say something. I cannot keep living like this; itâs exhausting.â
Lily made a tsking sound and placed a consoling hand on Siriusâ shoulder as Remus let out another sigh.
âI know, I know; Iâm sorry you guys. I thought we could ignore it butâŚI donât think we can anymore.â
Lily, Sirius, and James all made a hum of acknowledgement.
âI think we ought to just rip the bandaid off and hope she understands.â Lily said.
You felt your stomach migrate to your throat as you turned on your heels and fled the library.
Is that what all the tension was about? Is that what this library study date was? Just a ruse to sit you down so they could break up with you?
Of course it was, idiot. You scolded yourself. They were foolish to entertain the likes of you for any amount of time.Â
So now you were here - âhereâ being rushing to the dungeons to lock yourself in the Hufflepuff dormitories for the next foreseeable future - and you arenât sure how you had convinced yourself that this was going to end any other way.Â
âDo you think I should do it tonight?â Remus asked Lily as she finally sat down.Â
âI think it would be best if we did, sweetheart. I just canât help feeling like weâre keeping her at arms length by keeping it a secret, you know?â
âI agree.â Sirius said quickly. âIt feels like sheâs more of a guest than actually part of the relationship whilst weâre keeping something so big from her.âÂ
âI just donât want her to hate me.â Remus admitted in a whisper.
âRemmy.â James cooed from the other side of Sirius. âOur sweet little Puffle seems completely incapable of hatred. But you know weâve got your back 110% if sheâs not accepting of you, right?â
The other two nodded in agreement but Remus only grimaced. âIt just feels like Iâd be ruining the relationship for all of you if the only person she has a problem with is me.âÂ
âImpossible.â Sirius replied emphatically. âAnyone who has a problem with you has a problem with us, Moons.â
âEven if we werenât dating, Rem, if someone didnât respect my friend - or anyone, for that matter - because of their lycanthropy, I wouldnât want them around anyways.â Lily agreed.
âI donât think weâll have a problem, though.â Sirius continued. âLike Prongs said, sheâs our sweet girl; Iâm sure sheâll handle this fine.â
âWhere is she, anyway?â James said, flipping his wrist to check his watch. âShe was supposed to meet us like twenty minutes ago.âÂ
The other three shared a look of bemusement.Â
âDo you have the map?â Sirius asked.
James quickly pulled the map from his book bag to scan the parchment for your name. âIt says sheâs in the Hufflepuff common room?â
âMaybe she forgot?â Lily mused.
âI spoke to her at dinner; she said she was going to change out of her uniform and then meet us here.â Remus replied, feeling his heart rise to his throat with nerves.Â
What if she knew? What if she already found out? What if she hated him?Â
âRem, itâs alright.â Lily placated, clearly seeing his concern etched onto his face. âMaybe she wasnât feeling well, or got caught up with something else.â
âSheâs never bailed on us beforeâŚâ James admitted, looking just as worried as Remus was. âMaybe we should check on her?â
âWhy donât we give her tonight; I think after all the shite we put her through this week, sheâs allotted one missed date.â Sirius decided, opting to keep his tone light as he teased Remus for his âpre-moon angstinessâ as his partners call it.  Â
âWeâll catch up with her tomorrow.â Lily decided; and Remus and James shared a look of concern as they relented to study for the upcoming Herbology test without you.Â
You werenât really mad at the Gryffindorâs for their decision to end things with you; at least not at first.
People were allowed to change their minds, and you supposed that was the purpose of dating, right? To see if the person youâre interested in is someone you want to keep around indefinitely?
So, people were allowed to change their mind, and that was okay.
You also couldnât particularly blame them; you were shy, quiet, timid, awkward in most social settings and certainly not as adventurous as them, it was only a matter of time before they grew bored of you.Â
So you hadnât been mad at them, not at first.Â
But you were growing increasingly annoyed at their attempts to force themselves within your space.Â
You had opted to sit at the Hufflepuff table for breakfast the next morning; there was no sense sitting at the Gryffindor table with them anymore.
But then you couldnât handle the feeling of your heart splintering every time you heard Siriusâ bark of laughter or Lilyâs giggle at something Remus said or that James did. So you quickly scarfed down your toast and grabbed a muffin to shove in your bag before fleeing from the Great Hall.
What you didnât notice was James noticing you only as you were leaving, looking incredibly worried.
You nearly shrieked when you exited your Astronomy class that you had with the Ravenclaws and slammed into Siriusâ frame.
âThere you are, dolly! We missed you this morning!â He proclaimed as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.Â
You quickly collected yourself; heart racing from the scare and then quickly migrating to your throat out of embarrassment and hurt at this familiarity you had with him only to be about to lose it.
âSorry, I had been running late.â You said quickly as you headed for the stairs; the long-haired boy quickly keeping up with your steps.Â
âWere you feeling alright?â He asked you.
âHow do you mean?â
Sirius tilted his head slightly as he considered you. âWell, you didnât show up to the library last night, and then you were running late this morning; thatâs not like you.â
A hot frustrated emotion burned in your chest that you werenât completely accustomed to feeling.Â
Wasnât he the one to say he couldnât live like this anymore?
It wasnât fair of you to be frustrated though, which frustrated you even more; he didnât know that you had shown up to the library last night, nor that you had gotten to the Great Hall on time.
They hadnât even noticed you this morning.Â
And thatâs why they were ending things; you were forgettable, ignorable, unnoticeable.Â
âIâm fine, Sirius. Thank you.â You said simply, and quickly headed for the girlâs loo in order to shake him off.Â
Remus had approached you in Care of Magical Creatures as well, which somehow hurt more.
Perhaps it was because you knew he was going to be the one to tell you that things were over; though you had thought heâd be better than to break up with you in the middle of class.Â
âHey, dove.â He said as he gently nudged your arm with his elbow; watching as you groomed the puffskein on your table.Â
âHey, Remus.â You said quietly, not removing your eyes from the Beast you were working with.
âI missed you last night.â He admitted quietly.Â
Did you? You thought petulantly.Â
âSorry.â You murmured instead.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry.â He said as he leaned his elbows on your workbench; if it had been any other student, youâre certain Professor OâBrien would have scolded him for not handling the beasts with adequate caution, but Remus seemed to be allowed certain privileges and the puffskein âKujoâ didnât seem to mind him much. âI just missed you is all.âÂ
And he was smiling that sweet, soft smile at you and he seemed like he actually meant it which only further contributed to your ire.Â
What happened to ripping the bandaid off? Why keep up this affectionate act if it was only going to end?
Remus looked like he was going to say something when the Professor announced the end of class.Â
âIâll catch up with you later.â You offered quickly before you all but threw Kujo back into his pen and took off towards the castle.
The final straw had to be Herbology, though.
You shared Herbology with the Gryffindors, and because you were a new addition - your the four Gryffindorâs all shared a potting bench whilst you worked alongside another Hufflepuff.
Today, however, it appeared that James had other plans.
Before Sadie-Jane could take her seat beside you, James had plopped himself - rather carefully for the notoriously boisterous quidditch chaser, mind you - on the stool beside you.
âHey, angel.â
Again, with the pet names.Â
It felt torturous at this point; part of you wanted to rip the bandaid off yourself.
But you looked over at the sweet, warm, inviting face of James Potter and any resolve to tell him to shove it completely dissipated. He was all messy curls, round frames, and warm eyes.
And you might have been [must have been] mistaken, but you felt you could see anxiety and worry painted in his features.
You supposed breaking up with someone could do that to a person, though.
âHi Jamie.â You whispered back as you opted to ready your supplies for todayâs lesson.
âI was wondering if you were going to come to the game tonight?â He blurted then, looking slightly embarrassed at his outburst.Â
RightâŚthe game. The game against Slytherin. The game that would have you sitting between Remus and Lily as they cheered for James and Sirius. That game.Â
âI...uhm, wellâŚâ
Rip the bandaid off.Â
But it was James.Â
And you were in class.
And you could see Lily and Remus trying - and failing - to not look like they were watching you and James whilst Sirius had no such qualms and was actively staring at the two of you.Â
âYeah, IâllâŚIâll see.â You offered James, mustering up what you hoped was a convincing enough smile.
You could tell by the divot that appeared in Jamesâ brows that you were not convincing in the slightest.
Thankfully Professor Sprout appeared then, instructing everyone to take their seats for class to begin, and Sadie-Jane came to claim her seat from the Gryffindor.Â
You didnât go to the game that night.
Gryffindor lost.Â
And though you didnât know at the time, James cried, but it wasnât about losing to Slytherin.Â
âSo, why are you hiding in the dorms?â Caroline asked as she rolled away from her open magazine on her bed, clearly preferring potential drama you could offer her than whatever was in this week's Witch Weekly.Â
âIâm not hiding.â You muttered back, not looking up from your cross-stitch you were working on instead of, you know, dealing with your problems.Â
âRight.â Caroline agreed, not sounding like she agreed with you at all. âThatâs why youâve started and quit several hobbies over the weekend and have been going to the kitchenâs to grab food instead of eating in the Great Hall like a normal person.â
You looked over at your half finished gem âpaint-by-numbersâ, the scarf youâd crocheted that looked more like the skin of a messed up snake that had a terrible time shedding, and the guitar you had borrowed from Fenwick and nearly broke in a fit of rage when you couldnât get it to sound the way you wanted it too.
âI justâŚcanât face them right now.â You admitted dejectedly.
âI donât blame you. Helga, have you seen the lot of them? If Iâd known they were accepting more I would have made my shot.â She mused as she laid back on her bed.
Grief and jealousy intertwined within you as you thought about them dating anyone else but you.
But you supposed that was their prerogative; they were allowed to change their minds.Â
âYeah well, you may still have a chance.â You muttered, capturing Carolineâs attention.
âWhat?â She asked quickly, but you didnât have a chance to answer before there was a knock on the door.Â
âWere you expecting anyone?â She asked with a salacious wink, causing you to glare at her.
âIf itâs them, Iâm not here; please.â You practically begged your roommate as she rolled her eyes and moved to the door to your dorm room.Â
âOh, hello Evans.â Caroline greeted, causing you to scrunch your eyes closed from your place currently hidden from view of the door.Â
âHi! Erm, is Y/N around?â Lily asked, sounding uncharacteristically awkward.
âUhâŚno, sheâs not in right now. I can let her know you stopped by, though?â Caroline offered.
You heard Lily thank her before Caroline closed the door again.Â
âYou sure you donât want them? âCause those Gryffindorâs are fine.â She sighed as she returned to her bed.
She let out a squawk when your pillow made contact with her head.Â
Lily stepped out through the barrel to find Sirius and Remus exactly where she had left them (albeit far more tense) as James came running from down the hall where he had been pacing nervously.Â
âWell?â James asked.
Lily pursed her lips. âHer roommate said she wasnât there.â
Remus looked down at the map to the place where your name was etched beside your roommateâs in the seventh year Hufflepuff girlsâ dormitory.Â
Either the map was faulty [fat chance], or you were avoiding them.
It was official.Â
For whatever reason, they were losing you.Â
You had somehow managed to avoid the Gryffindorâs all Monday; taking a moment to thank every deity that you only had Divination with the Gryffindor house, and none of your Gryffindorâs had opted to take it.
You wondered if you could call them your Gryffindorâs anymoreâŚ
You had run over to the kitchens - all but a hop skip and a jump from your common room - to grab dinner and were stepping back out through the portrait of the pears when you came face to face with Sirius.
âSo nice to see you, Y/N; Iâd almost forgotten what your face looked like.â He said; his tone taking on a harsh tone you werenât accustomed to hearing directed at you causing you to wince.
âPadsâŚâ Remus warned from behind him, though he was looking at you just as warily as Sirius was.
As was James and Lily.
Shit.Â
âIâm glad to see youâre still eatingâŚâ Remus commented dejectedly as he nodded towards your smorgasbord of a plate that Winky had helped prepare for you that now looked horribly unappetising.Â
âIâŚyes. Erm, what are you guys doing here?â You tried.
It had, apparently, been the wrong thing to say.
Sirius let out a derisive scoff. âCut the bullshit, Y/N. What the hell has gotten into you?â
âSirius.â Lily warned.
âWould you guys stop?â He barked back at them before returning his burning gaze back to you. âIâm tired of this; of running around the school looking for you, of being disappointed every time you bail on us, of having to hold James whilst he cries because youâve let him down, of being lied to. So Iâm going to ask again - what the hell has gotten into you?â
âNothing has gotten into meâŚâ You tried to argue, though it sounded feeble even to your own ears.Â
James had cried? You made James cryâŚ
The disappointment in Remusâ eyes, the concern in Lilyâs, the anger in Siriusâ, the sadness in Jamesâ... it was too much, too much, too much.Â
âYouâre going to stand there and lie to my sodding face?â Sirius asked incredulously.
âSirius, stop it.â James ordered; his voice far more severe than you have ever heard from him. âAngel, please. JustâŚjust tell us whatâs wrong. Tell me what I can do to fix this.â
Any sadness that had settled in your chest bubbled into anger at his word choice.
âFix this?â You repeated back to him. âWhy? Why bother fixing anything if youâre all just going to leave me!?âÂ
The four Gryffindorâs stood staring at you with different levels of bemusement; Lily and Sirius at your words, Remus and James at you having raised your voice for the first timeâŚwellâŚever.Â
âWhat do you mean âleave youâ?â Lily asked cautiously, causing you to scoff.Â
âI heard you guys - in the library.â
âIn the library? ButâŚyou never showed?â James asked.
âYes, I did - and I heard you guys talking about me, so I decided to stay out of your way thinking that maybe Iâd make it easier on you all. But then youâve spent the past week absolutely torturing me; showing up at my classes, trying to sit beside me, showing up to my dorm room like you werenât just biding your time.â
âY/N, what exactly did you hear us say in the library?â Remus queried.
âThat you couldnât do this anymore! That someone âhad to tell meâ because it was âgetting out of handâ. That you couldnât possibly live like this anymore and hopefully Iâd just understand. And I do! I do understand; but what I donât understand is what the point of chasing me around the bloody castle is if you-â
âWhoa, whoa. Okay, alright just breathe, darling, Iâm sorry.â Lily attempted to placate, holding her hands up as she approached like you were some kind of feral cat.
You sort of acted like one when you swatted her hands away from you.
âNo! No, itâs not fair! Iâm sorry if Iâm too much, or if Iâm not enough; I get it, okay? I do; sometimes it doesnât work out and thatâs fair but if thatâs how you feel then just leave me alone!â You shouted back, feeling the tears trailing down your neck at this point.Â
âY/N, please, listen okay? Just relax and we can talk this out.â Lily tried again as James let out a pained breath that sounded awfully close to a sob.Â
âRemus, please.â He begged, turning his pooling hazel eyes to his scarred boyfriend who was looking at you in abject horror. âPlease.â
âY/N, youâve misunderstood, dove. I-Iâm sorry, Itâs my fault, but what you heardâŚthat wasnât us talking about breaking up with you. I⌠It was about me.â
You wiped angrily at your face and set your now cold plate on the ground - you werenât hungry anymore anyways. âItâs not you, itâs me?â You sneered half-heartedly.
âNo, noâŚMerlin, Y/N I- Iâm a werewolf. Okay? I have lycanthropy, I was bitten when I was four; thatâs where I go once a month and why I getâŚweird. We were talking about the fact that I needed to tell you because it was hurting us to keep it from you. Dovey, Iâm so sorry youâve been so upset. Please, please take a breath for me.âÂ
You held your hands over your eyes as you tried to control your breathing.
SketchinessâŚtensionâŚdisappearancesâŚÂ
âYouâre going to have to say something to her, Rem; this is getting out of handâ
âCanât we just ignore this? Just for a little longer? I mean, it canât be that bad?â
âY/Nâs so sensitive though⌠How do you tell her something like that?â
âIt has to come from Remus.âÂ
âI donât bloody care how we tell her, but we have to say something; I cannot keep living like this, itâs exhausting.â
âIâm sorry you guys. I thought we could ignore it butâŚI donât think we can anymore.â
âI think we ought to just rip the bandaid off and hope she understands.â
âIâm a werewolf. I have lycanthropyâŚthatâs where I go once a month.âÂ
âPleaseâŚbaby, please say something. I-Iâm so sorry.â You heard Sirius plead quietly; his shaky voice in stark contrast from the way heâd been barking at you just moments before.Â
You pulled your wet hands away from your eyes to see all four of them looking at you with nothing but worry and heartache on their faces; though none looked quite as vulnerable as Remus did.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â He whispered.
You sucked in a shuddering breath as more tears fell. âSoâŚyou donât hate me?â
Remus let out a disbelieving laugh when you heard what sounded suspiciously like a sob from James.
âNo! No, no dove, that- Iâm rather quite in love with you, you know?â He pressed, daring to step closer to you. âDo you hate me?â He asked then, tone turning vulnerable once more.
âNo.â You whined emphatically.Â
âOh my poor girl.â Sirius whined sympathetically.Â
âCan I hug you? Please?â James all but begged, stepping in front of you with his arms open already; poised for you to sayâŚ
âYes.â
Youâre not sure he even waited for the affirmation to leave your lips before he had you encased in his arms.
You shoved your face into his chest and fisted his shirt in your hands; pulling him as close as you possibly could to your person.Â
You werenât sure how long youâd been standing there - directly in front of the kitchens and awfully close to your own common room - sniffling into Jamesâ shirt as he sniffled into your hair, but you heard a sniffle come from beside you.
You turned to see Siriusâ grey eyes shiny and red as he looked at you imploringly.Â
âIâm so sorry I yelled at you, sweetness. Iâm such an arse I justâŚI-â
âItâs okay.â You whispered.
âNo itâs not.â Sirius argued immediately. âIâŚI get like that sometimes; just horribly defensive and then I go on the offensive first. I didnât even give you a chance to talk to us before I was attacking you; Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay, Siri.â You offered again, holding a hand out to him which he took readily.Â
âI canât believe youâve spent this whole week believing we wanted nothing to do with you.â Lily whined from your other side. âIâm so sorry we left you feeling like that, darling girl.â
Though you were quite content in your muscled hideaway, you pulled away from Jamesâ chest to wipe at your face again, feeling awfully self-conscious of how blotchy your face must look from your tears.
âI shouldnât have assumed.â You admitted shamefully; voice scratchy from both the shouting and the crying.
âThe way you described it, I can understand how our conversation sounded to you, babygirl.â Sirius contended.Â
âSoâŚyouâre really not leaving me?â You asked again.
âI feel like I should be asking you that, dove.â Remus replied.
âWhy would I be leaving you?â
Lily shared a knowing look with Sirius and James who in turn moved their gazes to Remus with expressions reading âsee?â.Â
âNot everyone would be accepting of a werewolf.â
You felt your eyebrows furrow as you looked at the others as if saying âare you hearing this right now?âÂ
âButâŚI love you? IâŚI donât even know what else to sayâŚI just⌠love you so, thatâs fine.â
âI just love you so thatâs fine.â Sirius repeated as he looked at Remus arrogantly. âI knew I should have placed a bet on how sheâd respond; I��d have made five galleons!â
âWe were not going to bet on how our girlfriend would respond to Remusâ furry little problem, Sirius.â Lily chided as she playfully swatted at his shoulder.Â
âBesides,â James added, pulling you closer into his side again. âYou would have lost because I donât think any of us would have bet that sheâd misinterpret our disastrous conversation as us trying to leave her and then spend the week believing we were waiting for the perfect time to break up with her only for us all to shout and cry when we realised what happened.â
âNo, that's true.â Sirius agreed readily, looking back at you with sympathy. âI really am sorry, baby.â
âMe too.â Lily continued.
âMe most of all.â Remus added.
âI knew we should have gone looking for her that night.â James mused aloud mostly to himself. âCould have saved us all a lot of heartache.âÂ
âYeah, yeah Prongs. Youâre right again; Iâm sure weâll never live it down.â Sirius said with a playful eye roll.Â
âHow can we make it up to you?â Lily asked as she placed her hand at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and traced shapes along the column of your neck with her thumb.
You shook your head shyly and looked at your feet. âItâs not necessary guys.â
âNonsense.â Sirius scoffed.
âLetâs start with some dinner, yeah? And maybe a cwtch in the boysâ dorm upstairs?â Remus offered to the group, though he seemed to be waiting for you to answer.
You nodded at him and he opened his arms in invitation which you accepted readily.
âIâm sorry, dovey.â He whispered into your hair.
âIâm sorry too, Rem.â
âLetâs never fight again.â James decided enthusiastically as Lily and Sirius stepped through the pear portrait into the kitchens.
âSounds good to me, bubs.â Remus agreed as he bent down to press a kiss to Jamesâ lips whilst keeping you secured to his side.
You were sure that after this week, these four wouldnât be letting you out of their reach.
After this week, you werenât sure you minded that at all.
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