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[ellecdc]

Hey elle! Trying to make sure I do this right because I dont ask often. 🐻 with the snuggly prompts “you always make me feel so safe.” and “if you tell anyone I’m the little spoon i will deny we’ve ever met” i was thinking regulus or barty or evan or all of them 😉 but they are the little spoon. Happy 5k my darling xx

awe thanks so much for the prompt, babes!! hope I did it justice <3

the winter games

poly!rosestarkiller x fem!reader who is cuddling with the boys [438 words]

CW: Regulus living up to the black cat accusations

“You’re quiet, pretty girl.” Evan murmured into the hair just behind your ear. A smile spread over your face as you melted further into him.

“M’not quiet.” You denied. “Content.”

“She’s asleep.” Regulus countered from across from you, finally forcing you to open your eyes just so you could glare at him.

“Am not.” 

“Don’t antagonise her.” Barty murmured as he pulled Regulus further into his chest, causing the slightly smaller boy to scowl though he did go willingly.

“Yeah, don’t antagonise me.” You taunted, earning you a warning squeeze of Evan’s embrace.

“Why’re you so quiet?” He redirected you, relenting at the contradictory sound you made in the back of your throat. “Sorry, Merlin; why’re you so content, then?”

You made a hum of consideration. “You just…” you started, suddenly a little shy having all three boys facing you - Evan from behind, Regulus in front of you, and Barty behind him. “I don’t know…you always make me feel so safe.”

Barty let out a disgustingly gooey ‘awe!’ as Evan laughed and Regulus snorted. 

“Aren’t you sweet.” Evan murmured before pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Wait, wait. Treasure, which one of us makes you feel safe?” Barty queried then; head popping up from behind Regulus not unlike a prairie dog.

“Me, obviously.” Evan offered, though you knew he only did it to get a rise out of his boyfriend, which it did.

“Sod off you wanker!”

“All of you! Obviously!” You laughed, hoping to curtail the chaos before it started.

“Well I hardly see how,” Barty muttered, though he looked slightly less volatile than a moment before. “Regulus hardly does anything.”

“I beg your pardon?” Regulus asked indignantly. 

“You’re terrible at cuddling.” Barty explained simply, earning him a scoff from Regulus currently situated in his arms.

“What in the sodding hells do you call this, then?” 

“He practically had to wrestle you into position, Reg.” Evan offered. 

“Exactly.” Barty agreed, glad to have his point attested. “You’ll only cuddle as the little spoon, and that’s only because you’re trapped and can’t go anywhere.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before he harrumphed at the group of you. 

“It’s alright, Reg.” You placated around a chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with being the little spoon.”

Regulus scowled at you, but the way he melted into Barty and his cheeks pinked gave him away. 

“Fine.” He huffed. “But if any of you tell anyone I’m the little spoon, I will deny we ever met.” 

Barty planted a smacking kiss to Regulus’ cheek as you booped his nose and Evan laughed.

“Okay, Black,” Evan chuckled. “Whatever you say.”