#poly!wolfstar blurb

[moonstruckme]

omg as a diabetic i've not really seen many fics about this but your fic was lovely!!! what about a diabetic read with the marauders )any ship or person) where they had a slightly nasty argument and she's not feeling well (sugar levels or whatever u decide) and she doesn't tell them because of the fight and comfort with sprinkles of angst ensue? it was just a thought, if you're up for it! <3

Thank you lovely <3

cw: reader has diabetes, dizziness/lightheadedness, brief mention of blood, for anyone unfamiliar with diabetes the “meter” here refers to a blood glucose meter which reports blood sugar levels

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

You seem to have inadvertently laid claim to the sitting room. Sirius stalked off into the kitchen and hasn’t come back, and Remus is down the hall avoiding the pair of you, as he’s taken to doing whenever you and Sirius argue. He might come talk sense into you if it were really serious, but Remus has had his own share of domestic squabbles with both of you; he leaves you to sort this one out by yourselves. 

A few minutes ago, through the smog of your anger, you recognized a feeling of wrongness. The timing is uncanny. Sirius had only just gone into the kitchen when you realized you needed to be there yourself. Now, even if you could brave the iciness of your boyfriend’s rancor, you don’t think you could stand to get what you need in front of him. 

The second you reach for one of your glucose-boosting shakes, Sirius will know your blood sugar is low, and then you’ll be a victim to him. 

Or not a victim, necessarily, but someone in need of care. Someone he has to look after, and who he can’t be angry at, and that’s not fair to him. Even if you do want to stop fighting, you don’t want to win that way. 

But a few more minutes of doing nothing and you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stand properly from this couch. 

Remus peeks into the living room. Finding only you, he comes over.

“Okay?” he asks quietly, sitting beside you. He means your argument; Remus is perceptive, but he’s not that good. 

“Yeah.” You loose a breath. “He’s so stubborn.” 

“So are you,” he says, not without fondness. 

“But I’m right.” 

Remus hums and kisses the side of your head. You try not to melt too obviously; your head is starting to ache from the drop in blood sugar, and you really are beginning to feel somewhat pitiful. “If I tell you something,” he murmurs, “you have to keep it a secret.” 

You look at him, intrigued. “What?” 

Remus’ lips give a slight tug. “I agree with you.” 

You grin, smug and extremely vindicated. Remus holds up a hand. 

“But,” he goes on, “I think you should apologize to him.” 

Just like that, your smile dissipates. Your headache feels like it’s getting worse. “Why?” 

The look Remus gives you is kind, but tinged with bemusement. “You were harsh with him, sweetheart. I understand being upset, but you didn’t need to lay into him the way you did. It was only a small thing.” He lowers his voice. “I think he might not have dug his heels in quite so deeply if you’d only asked him nicely.” 

You frown, guilt and irritation warring within you. “He’s always stubborn. It doesn’t matter what I say.” 

“It matters,” says Remus. “Listen, I can’t know for sure, but I think if you apologized to him, he’d apologize back. And maybe then you could find an agreement about the whole thing.” 

You sigh, letting your weight sag into Remus’ side. Your hands are starting to tremble in your lap. “I’d rather just tell him you think I’m right,” you say. 

You hear the smile in Remus’ voice as he kisses your head again. “I know.” 

You manage to stand without teetering. Remus waits in the sitting room while you go to the kitchen, where you find your boyfriend eating frosting broodily out of a tin. He spares you hardly a glance as you come in, sucking his spoon clean. 

“I didn’t mean to be harsh,” you say softly. 

Sirius scoffs. “Didn’t stop you.” 

“I didn’t realize I was being so harsh,” you amend. Even as you do, it’s hard to keep the bite from your tone. You know that you’re particularly irritable when your blood sugar is low; however, knowing that doesn’t actually make you feel any less irritated. “I’m sorry.” 

Sirius shakes his head. He’s still looking at the cabinets rather than at you. “Just because I don’t do things the way you want me to doesn’t make me completely incompetent.”

This apology might take longer than you bargained for. You set a hand on the counter as a wave of dizziness passes over you. Maybe you can drink your shake while apologizing? But Sirius is standing between you and the fridge. 

“I wasn’t trying to call you incompetent,” you say through the fog that’s descending over your consciousness. 

“That’s sure what it sounded like,” Sirius bites out. 

“Well, I don’t think you are. I just…I think I’m in a mood, and I’m saying things I don’t mean. I’m sorry.” 

It’s a rare enough admittance from you that Sirius looks over. One of his dark brows is half quirked, intrigue palpable. 

“Really?” he asks. 

“Really.” It feels like a weight off your shoulders; you think you physically slump. “I still think I’m right, but I shouldn’t have been so mean. Not,” you add, unable to help yourself, “that you were very nice to me either. But I started it.” 

A corner of Sirius’ mouth kicks up. “You did start it,” he agrees, softening. “I’m sorry, too. For not being very nice.” 

“It’s okay.” You try to smile back at him, eyeing the fridge. “Um, could I…I need the fridge.” 

He laughs, stepping aside. “Awe, that’s my darling girl. She’s feigned an apology because she wanted lunch.” 

“Ha ha,” you reply drolly. 

As you step around him, Sirius palms the back of your neck, pulling you in for a brief kiss. You wish you could appreciate it better. You’re starting to feel rather unsteady, your lips tingling without the warmth. 

“Hey,” he says. 

You open the fridge, pushing condiments aside and reaching towards the back. Sirius sets a hand to your lower back. 

“Baby. You’re sweating.” 

“I’m okay,” you tell him, closing the fridge. You see him register the bottle in your hand, and you try to affect an expression of insouciance as you screw off the cap. “Just a little low.” 

“You’re low? For how long?” Sirius is gripping you with both hands now, one on your waist and the other at your elbow. He seems afraid you’ll keel over; you wish it were a less founded fear. “What’s your blood sugar at?” 

“Not sure,” you admit quietly. Your meter is in here, too, just behind where Sirius is standing. You sip your shake, nearly draining the small bottle. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll be good soon.” 

“Sweetheart.” Sirius’ brows bend, worry and bafflement warring in his expression. “Why didn’t you say?” 

“Because it’s fine.” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t want us to stop fighting just because of that. You were angry with me for valid reasons.” 

“I’m still angry with you,” he says, making you look at him in surprise, “but now for completely different reasons. What were you thinking?”

His raised voice attracts Remus, come now to keep the peace. 

“It wasn’t a big problem,” you try to reassure Sirius. “I had it handled.” 

“Staying away from what you need just because I’m upset is not handling it, baby.” 

“What’s going on?” Remus asks, looking between the two of you bemusedly. It’s not like Sirius to use sweet names when he’s angry, or like you to be so defensive after you’ve agreed to patch things up. “Have you managed to start another row already?” 

“Her blood sugar is low, and she wasn’t going to do anything about it because she thought I was angry with her,” Sirius tells him.

“You were angry with me,” you say. 

Remus looks at you, his eyes skimming you over quickly. “How low?” he asks. 

Sirius crosses his arms. “She doesn’t know.” 

You let out a breath, starting to feel teary. Another argument, on top of your headache and dizziness and the general weariness of your physical form at the moment, is too much. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you say. “I knew I was low, I was already handling it.” 

“Of course it matters, lovely,” Remus replies, disappointment permeating the usual kindness in his tone. 

He finds your meter behind Sirius, opening your small kit and putting in a new test strip before taking out the lancet. You let him prick your finger, throwing your empty shake bottle in the trash. Your meter beeps when it gets the reading. 

“Oh,” Remus sighs. “Alright. That’ll come up now you’ve had your drink.” 

“I know it will,” you mutter. 

“Hey.” Sirius all but traps you in a hug, his arms pushing underneath yours and squeezing you harshly. “Don’t do that. Okay? Please.” 

You feel yourself soften. One of your hands comes up to stroke the ends of his hair where it falls between his shoulder blades. “You don’t need to worry,” you say. 

“Oh, piss off. Try and stop me.” 

“I saw you shaking,” Remus admits, his voice soft. You look at him, surprised, but he meets your guilty expression with a half smile. “I only thought it was because you were upset. It’s an odd thing to keep secret from us, isn’t it?” 

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret.” You tuck your chin into Sirius’ shoulder. He gives your back a couple of firm rubs before pulling away. “I just didn’t want you to feel like…like you needed to look after me.” 

“Too bad,” Sirius says, stubbornly. “We’re going to look after you anyways. Shocked you wouldn’t know that already.” 

Remus smiles, setting a hand to your back and rubbing between your shoulder blades. “He’s right,” he says. “No matter who’s upset, please don’t hide these things from us. It’s important that we know.” 

“Okay,” you mumble, chastised. “Sorry.” 

Sirius raises his eyebrows. “Two apologies in one afternoon. Christ, you really must be feeling poorly.” 

Remus chuckles. “Should we sit for a while? Give you time to come up.” 

“Sure.” That sounds amazing, actually. Even with the glucose working its way into your system, you’re still finding it difficult to stay on your feet. You start back towards the sitting room. “Thanks.” 

“Oh, my poor baby.” Sirius wraps his arms around you from behind, forcing you to take small steps to accommodate him. “You’re still shaking, sweet girl.” 

“This,” you say, “is exactly what I didn’t want.” 

Sirius laughs. He lets you go so you can sit before flopping down beside you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Maybe next time,” he suggests, “you can be honest with us from the beginning, and I’ll let you be a bit choosier about what reaction you get.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

I have thoughts!! Maybe reader who’s hyper independent. Like, will go run errands, or to the movies, or go out to eat by herself, etc bc that’s how it’s always been. And she forgets that she can let other people in on her plans too and when they mention it it’s just like an “..oh yeah duh” moment. It can literally be with any of the marauders idc

I made it poly!wolfstar on accident🤭🤭

“I have to pop into the shops to restock your orange juice and Rem’s chocolates, do you need anything else, poppet?”

You sit up from where you’ve got your laptop on your knees and set it down, ready to stand up and take the list from Sirius.

“I can do it Siri,” your hand stretches but Sirius is faster than you are and tucks the paper in his back pocket.

“So can I, doll. You’re working and I’m just sitting around here so I figure I can do it for you.”

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. Your stance has Remus lifting his head from his book.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, slotting a receipt between the pages to keep his place.

“Someone doesn’t think I can go to the shops alone, it seems.” You know what Sirius is doing and your stance softens a little bit.

“That’s not it, I can just do it myself. I don’t want to bother either of you.”

“A bother, how mad.” When Sirius says the word it sound silly, but that’s how you feel.

Sirius tuts at your frown and Remus reaches for your wrist. “We can help you out every now and again, dove. It doesn’t have to be all on one of us, yeah?”

Remus strokes the inside of your wrist tenderly as he watches you from under his lashes. As coy and innocent as he plays himself, he can coax you and Sirius to anything.

“I know you like your independence and I’m not trying to take that away. Just want you to need me for something other than my good looks.” Sirius teases when you don’t say anything for a few minutes.

It earns him an eye roll and a smile from you and a pinch to his side from Remus.

“But can I go with you, Siri?”

Sirius smiles, “To supervise or to spend time with me?”

You shrug, “Can we take the ‘needing other people’ in steps?”

Sirius’ smile spreads wider; “Sure can, doll face. Shall we stop at the bakery and bring back some goods for our Rem?”

Remus stands as you two make to walk out, “Wait I’ll come too, I don’t want a cold croissant like last time.”

Sirius flushes while you laugh. “You get sidetracked one time from grocery shopping and you never live it down, so you?” His grumbles earn his a kiss smacked to his cheek from you.

Remus presses a consolatory kiss to Sirius’ lips, and the grocery trip is postponed till a little later.

[amnmesias]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

SUMMARY: After a night out, Sirius wakes up in your apartment slightly hungover and a little confused. Only to be left to pick up the pieces of his own heart.

CW: unrequited love? possible poly!wolfstar if you squint, angst if you squint harder. kind of fluff. fem!reader who has hair long enough to be played with. morning after, no nsfw described but its hinted. minimal y/n use. no war au

A/N: hello! this is my first work! hopefully you guys like it, it’s kind of my first try at writing for the marauders fandom. this could be read as a stand alone for now, but i’m sure i will come up with more parts in the future. enjoy! xx 

part two

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Sirius doesn’t remember falling asleep with the quilt he so lovingly gifted you two Christmases ago, evidently, he also doesn’t remember him even getting into your apartment after too many rounds of firewhiskey shots.  

Your apartment is a quaint little unit you, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas found after graduating Hogwarts. It sits in a hidden corner of Diagon Alley that none of you nor your friends thought of considering had it not been for Mrs. Potter being the one that recommended it. Despite its old exterior, you and the girls made the apartment a cozy home full of laughter and more importantly, love for one another. Sirius has forgotten the amount of times he has knocked on the door in hopes of a shoulder to lean on or even just for the sake of company. Clearly, he isn’t shy to consider your apartment a crash stop when he’s not sure he can manage the walk home to his own apartment with his friends. 

It’s quiet, and he wonders if the lot of you have already started on your day and left him to sleep in. He desperately hopes there’s still some coffee left on the machine. From what he heard the night before, Marlene and Dorcas planned on going on a morning hike, he distinctly remembers snorting at the idea of Marlene McKinnon waking up at the crack of dawn just because her lovely girlfriend wants to see the sunrise. 

A deep ache settles in his chest. Oh, how he wishes to have someone he loves so devotedly to wake up to see the sunrise. He supposes he does, though the objects of his silent affections go completely unnoticed to his advances (if he dares to even call them advances). Sirius sighs and bitterly decides to stay a little longer. He’s sure he won’t be able to handle Remus’ disheveled morning hair and the lazy smiles they share while listening to James and Lily go on about the plans for their day. Not sure if he’s willing to put himself through your adorable morning hair and even more adorable frown, either.

A door opens somewhere deep in the apartment, and the cadence of your silent giggles follows. You hush and giggle as you walk to the kitchen, and Sirius’ heart picks up a little. You’re with someone, you brought someone home. 

There have been whispers here and there among your group of friends. A passing comment from Lily one morning. 

“What are your plans for the day, Pads?” Asked James, and Sirius brought his hand to his jaw, scratching the upcoming stubble with distraction. “Pester the girls again, maybe?”

“Remember to knock first though, I don’t think I can handle another of your detailed stories about Marls’ birthmark.” Remus pointed, folding his copy of the Daily Prophet under his arm. 

“That was one time!” He yelled at Remus, who walked out of the kitchen in a fit of boyish giggles, ready to start his day. Sirius desperately hoped to get drunk on that sound. “You know, my lovely (Y/N) doesn’t mind my pestering, thank you very much, Prongs. I know she’s already waiting for me.”

Lily laughed. “Fat chance, Sirius. She said she’ll be out most of the day.” 

“What?”

“What does she even have to do?” James asked, turning to Sirius for confirmation, confusion evident in both their faces. “It’s her free day, isn’t it? Can’t she take a break or something?”

“Why are you looking at me? It’s not like I control her life outside the shop!” Sirius argued, holding his arms out, and James shook his head disapprovingly.

“Can’t stay still, that one. Always running around.”

“Well…” A mischievous glint took over Lily’s eyes. She leaned in and both boys had no choice but to interrupt their discussion in order to listen to her. “Mary and I think she's seeing someone.”

And Sirius can’t be held responsible for the physical pang he felt inside his ribcage, suspiciously close to his heart. He hasn’t given it much thought since then, or tried to, knowing he would spiral into a whole panicked breakdown. But he couldn’t ignore the signs. The way you started to style your hair differently, the radiant glow in your appearance every time you walked into the shop from work, later than usual. The one time he saw you in Diagon Alley on your free day, carrying two plastic cups and a bag of pastries sticking out from your bag. 

He can’t even deign to feel betrayed by your secret, being witness of your trials and tribulations throughout Hogwarts. Your love life has always been a subject of anger among him and your friends. Boys with too much confidence and little empathy who would get their filthy hands on you and do with your heart what they wanted, even if you ended up incredibly heartbroken in the end, it was always for their entertainment only. And the pattern would repeat countless times even in your time after school. Sirius would always be vocal about the unjust treatment from your partners, Remus a close second though much gentler, but you seemed set in finding true love no matter what your friends thought. 

Fabian Prewett was the first one to break your heart, promising you the moon and the stars in private but acting as though you were a part of his imagination in public. The fallout was inevitable but the pain it caused left a scar that he suspects you still regret to this day. McLaggen didn’t even bother to properly know you before deciding you weren’t worth the time of his day, leaving you waiting up at the common room embarrassingly picking up what was left of your dignity, your pretty mascara ruined and the camera you take everywhere with no pictures taken. Next was a boy from Ravenclaw that he can’t bring himself to remember, who treated you like an inferior creature with his friends and your own friends (when he had the chance, James was always one comment away from hexing the hell out of him, Sirius one step behind). You dated him longer than the rest, under the lie that he loved you deeply despite his mean demeanor, until he made out with a beautiful Ravenclaw girl in front of everyone at the Gryffindor win after party. Remus and Lily still talk about that night with an edge to their voices, their anger barely contained.

Truth be told, Sirius often asked himself how you manage to walk through life with the countless blows your heart has received, but he supposed the same goes to him. 

“Stop it,” You whisper, the smile on your face evident in your tone. Sirius could almost picture it, your slightly flushed cheeks and tousled hair. “I can do it.”

A laugh followed, and what was left of Sirius’ heart finishes breaking. “Dove,” Remus laughs, rich and full of fondness. “The least I can do is make your tea, after I so rudely woke you up.” Sirius dares to look up, grateful that none of you can see him from the kitchen. “Poor girl.” He looks at Remus, leaning in, and he closes his eyes harshly.

“It wasn’t rude…” You say, a shyness to your tone. Sirius wishes to kiss you, and Remus seems to be on the same wavelength because he gently holds your face in his hands. You inhale deeply, looking into his amber eyes. “I rather enjoyed it.”

Remus’ smile is blinding. “Oh, you did?” He leans in closer, your foreheads touching. 

“Stop.” You whisper, but made no move to stop Remus from pressing his lips to the corner of yours. It seems your smile can’t be kept at bay any longer, either. You hold onto Remus’ wrists, none of you speaking for a moment. You look down, finding more interest in the ratty shirt you’re wearing, the Kinks logo all faded and peeled off. “Remus, I-”

With a bittersweet feeling, Sirius realizes that the shirt you’re wearing is the same one he had been looking for everywhere, and Remus swears he didn’t hide from him because he needed to start buying his own clothes.

“Don’t go shy on me now, lovely girl.” You visibly react to the endearment, and Remus’ smile widens. “What is it, hm?”

“I just… I’m just,” You start, either too lost in his eyes or in your own head to formulate a coherent thought. Sirius feels for you, being the center of Remus’ attention has always been his drug of choice. “I’m so happy…”

Although you seem to not expect it, Remus’ face shows that it was exactly what he wanted to hear, pulling you closer and kissing you fervently like your lips are his lifeline. Sirius looks away, unable to control the turmoil in his stomach and the forming headache in his temples. He buries his face in the cushion and pulls the quilt over his head. The kitchen falls silent, Remus kissing you silly being the only source of sound.

“Dove,” He finally says, both breathless from the kiss and the giddiness of your impromptu love confession. “I’ve never been happier. You,” He kisses you again, earnest. Arms around you and fisting your big shirt as he moves his lips to your jaw, your giggles seeming to increase in volume. “You’re so amazing, and lovely. You’re so…. so lovely. Good luck,” He kisses the corner of your eye, it’s all awkward and messy with his big smile and you laughing at his sudden burst of energy, but not less any loving. “getting rid of me now.” 

Good, so I don’t have to see your stupid lovestruck face anymore. Sirius thinks, bitterness and heartbreak both settling in his chest. He was so inside his head, his inner dilemma and confusion about loving both of you that he never imagined you and Remus would find each other somewhere in between.  Although… The lingering touches, Remus complimenting and playing with your soft hair, him running into Remus all dressed up in Diagon Alley more times than he cares to admit, and last night? When none of you were nowhere to be seen? 

Of course… Of course. All this time, the guy he had secretly hoped you stopped seeing was in front of him all this time. 

He dares to cast another look at the kitchen, only to find it empty. The only sign of what happened in the form of the forgotten tea cups and kettle sitting on the stove. He wonders if it’s too late to slip out while you two are so obviously having another go in the bedroom. 

It could be worse, he supposes. If his own indecisiveness pushed both of you to find solace and a loving home in the arms of one another, he supposes that it could definitely be worse. Remus would surely find endless support and love in you after every full moon, your acceptance evident every morning after at the door of his apartment with a box full of potions and food for him and James. And, you… well, Sirius can’t really bring himself to be angry at you for picking Remus over him. Gentle, soft-spoken and emotionally smart Remus who will treat you with the love and devotion you deserve.

Yeah, he sighs deeply. Closing his eyes again, his heartbreak slowly morphing into something close to acceptance. It could be worse.

[finelinevogue]

stars above

summary - soft morning moments with your two favourite people [ poly!wolfstar x reader ]

word count - >1k

tw - heavy kissing | mentions of morning hard-ons but no actual smut | lots of fluff mainly

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Someone had forgotten to turn the lights off last night. Or had it been this morning?

Considering you were squeezed between your boyfriends in their bed, it shouldn’t have been your responsibility to turn them off. You couldn’t be too annoyed at Remus or Sirius though when the warm, starry-shaped, lights casted a golden glow over them as they slept.

You propped yourself up as you peered over Sirius’ shoulder to note the time.

8:18 am.

Remus must have felt like you were moving to make an escape from bed because you felt his arm snake around your middle.

His hand stopped between your stomach and ribs, pulling you softly back down to lay on the bed.

“You can’t leave yet.” He grumbled as he pulled you back against his chest.

You twisted your head at an awkward angle to try get a peep of your sleepy boyfriend, but you couldn’t see much and his eyes were closed.

Giving up any chance of an early-morning escape, you nestled your head back down on the pillow and wriggled until you found a position that was comfortable for you. That position just so happened to involve pressing yourself back into Remus, where his morning hard-on pressed proudly into the back of you.

You suppressed a smirk as you thought of all the ways you could tease him.

“What’s got you smiling like a fool?” Sirius was looking at you, laying on his side facing you.

“Remus is hard.” You giggled like the immature character you are.

“Difficult not to be around you.” Sirius raised an eyebrow, impressed by himself for being so quick after just waking up - he literally still had sleep in the corner of his eyes and his hair was so untamed.

You tried to scooch closer to Sirius but Remus held on tight - which some people might believe he was pretending to be asleep, but you and Sirius knew he was just as protective in his sleep as when he’s awake.

Sirius snorted when he realised Remus had claimed you.

You stared at him unamused. “Help me.”

“You don’t really look like you’re in a position where you need rescuing, sunshine. You’re sandwiched between the two sexiest wizards known to the universe—”

“I don’t know about—” You tried to cut Sirius off.

“Ssh let him finish.” Remus spoke softly from behind her, igniting goosebumps over her skin from how close he was.

You groaned, “You two are insufferable in a morning.”

“You’re actually the one causing Remus to suffer by pressing against him like and then also me by default.” Sirius moved the inch of space closer to you, pressing his nose against yours.

“Not on purpose.” You whispered, carefully watching Sirius for his movements and feeling Remus for his.

“We don’t mind, lovie.” Remus mumbled against your neck, causing your head to tilt back to follow the sensation.

Sirius then took the open opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, just underneath your jaw the way you like it.

Your eyes rolled back with a smile as your boyfriends started kissing their way around your neck together. It might only be there lips against your skin, but it was already turning you into liquid against them.

They so deeply affected you.

They knew it too.

“We don’t mind at all.” Sirius emphasised.

Sirius then cupped your jaw softly, bringing your gaze away from the starry lights and back to him. He had a soft hunger in his eyes, eyes flitting between the admiration of his kisses and the temptation of kissing something better - your lips.

“Do you?” Sirius asked.

Remus kissed over a pressure point on your neck and it made your legs move in strain because it felt so good.

“Do I what?” You asked, confused at what the question was or what the conversation had ever been.

“You’ve kissed her silly, Moons. She’s forgotten everything.”

“Think we’ve kissed her enough to make her want to stay in bed with us all morning?”

You can’t believe you were ever contemplating leaving the bed without them this morning. That you’d been thinking about how forgot to turn the chuffing lights off, instead of making out with your boyfriends.

You momentarily printed this scene into your mind, to remind you for future mornings that you really didn’t want to leave the bed without morning kisses first.

Your boys knew how to treat you well.

“Don’t care what you do, I’m never leaving.”

[aisiedaisie]

hi <3 this is super self-indulgent haha…but would you be willing to write a poly!wolfstar with a reader who still has their like raggedy lovey stuffed animal from when they were a baby that maybe they were hiding from the boys and how they react to finding out? xx

Hello hello~! This is absolutely adorable! I’m definitely guilty of holding onto childhood plushies too, so this is a bit self-indulgent for me as well. I really hope you enjoy!!! 

Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader WC: 1.1k

You flop down onto the fresh, unfamiliar bed, surrounded by boxes and bags, the remnants of your old flat strewn across the floor. Today was all about hauling practically everything from your last place into your boyfriend's house—your new home.

You’re grateful for this room of your own. It’s small, but that was your one non-negotiable condition. You love them both fiercely, but there’s something about having a sanctuary to retreat to, a space that’s just yours.

Their bed may be huge, but you know yourself: the thought of sharing it every night feels a bit too close for comfort, especially with everyone's mismatched schedules.

Plus, you’ve learned the hard way about Sirius’s habit of kicking in his sleep. He’d boot you clear off the bed at four in the morning if you gave him the chance. And Remus? He’s a snuggler—a heavy, unyielding snuggler. When he wraps an arm around you, it’s like being pinned by a warm, affectionate weight. Charming, absolutely, but not so convenient when you really have to pee in the morning.

So here you are, content but completely drained, with the three of you spending most of the day heaving boxes into the car and scrubbing down your old flat.

“Oh, it feels good to just lie down,” you groan, the ache of a long day catching up with you.

“I told you to wear comfortable shoes, dove,” Remus says softly, leaning against the doorframe and watching you with a fond smile.

You turn your head, flashing him a tired grin. “In my defense, I thought these were comfortable.”

“And is our princess now resting in her royal quarters?” Sirius quips, appearing just behind Remus, fresh from hauling a load of flattened boxes down to the bin.

“Absolutely,” you tease, shaking your head at his playful tone. “Thanks for helping me out. I’m sorry Marls had to back out last minute.” You sigh, thinking of how your best friend had called that morning with the news: her girlfriend had been in a minor accident at work and had to be rushed to the hospital. You could hardly blame her for canceling; if either of your boys were in the hospital, you’d drop everything to be there, too.

“Anytime, darling,” Sirius murmurs as he strolls into the room. With a dramatic flop, he lands on his back on the far side of the bed, letting out a soft “oof.” It’s an endearing sound that makes you laugh, even as you feel the day’s exhaustion settling in.

“Well?” You turn to Remus, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Planning to join us?” The question comes out with a flirtatious smile, hinting at just how much you’d love him to join you and Sirius.

Remus rolls his eyes, but there’s a softness there, too, as he lets out a gentle sigh. Shaking his head with a small, amused smile, he pads over to the foot of the bed and settles down, reaching for both of you. His hands find their way into your hair and Sirius’s, brushing through in a familiar, calming rhythm, almost like he’s petting two contented cats.

Sirius stretches his arms, accidentally knocking one of the many decorative pillows off the bed. With a groan, he slides down to his knees to retrieve it, grabbing the plush white pillow and tossing it haphazardly back onto the bed. But as he does, something else catches his eye—a faded mint-green fabric peeking out from an open duffel bag beside the bed.

“Siri?” Remus calls out, noticing that Sirius hasn’t returned to join them.

Curious, you sit up, wondering why he’s so distracted. Army-crawling to the edge of the bed, you spot his gaze fixed on the bag, and your heart skips a beat as you realize what he’s staring at.

Panicking, you scramble off the bed and slide down beside him, nearly losing your balance in the rush. Remus’s concerned voice cuts in as he leans over, “Dove, you alright?” But you’re already reaching for the item that has Sirius’s full attention, fumbling slightly in an attempt to tuck it out of sight.

Sirius’s brows lift with curiosity. “What are you hiding?” he asks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he tries to gently wrestle the object from you.

“Nothing!” you whine, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

Remus raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “That doesn’t look like ‘nothing,’” he says with a smirk. “Especially if you’re going to all this trouble to hide it.”

You squeal, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nervousness as you pull the plush tightly to your chest.

Sirius’s hands stop their playful struggle, but he keeps them on your back, rubbing soothing circles as he softens his tone. “Baby?”

You groan, sitting up and holding the well-loved, slightly worn mint-colored bunny in your arms. The little plush flops over as you look down at it, feeling a bit sheepish.

"My mom got her for me when I was a baby," you explain, your voice quiet but steady. "I know it's childish to still sleep with plushies at my age, but... she's just always been there for me. Through everything—moving around, tough nights, even all the times I was scared or stressed. It’s like… having a little piece of home with me."

Sirius's expression softens, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "That’s not childish at all, Love," he says, rubbing a gentle hand over your back. "Everyone needs something that makes them feel safe."

Remus nods in agreement, reaching out to touch the bunny's worn little ear. "And besides," he says with a grin, "if anyone gives you trouble about it, just remember who they’re talking to. You’ve got two knights here who’d defend a bunny’s honor, no questions asked."

You laugh, feeling a rush of relief. Hugging the bunny a bit tighter, you feel their arms wrap around you, holding you just as close.

"I love you both so much—" your voice comes out soft, but the warmth in it is unmistakable. You don’t even get a chance to finish before Sirius practically pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms tighter around you with a grin that practically lights up the room.

"Good," he says, squeezing you reassuringly. "Because we're not going anywhere."

Remus leans in on your other side, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with that gentle smile of his. "We love you too," he murmurs. "And that bunny? She’s part of the family now."

You can’t help but laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it has in ages as you sit there, held in the arms of the two people who mean everything to you, with your cherished bunny nestled close. In that moment, you know for certain that home isn’t just a place—it’s right here, with them.

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[sleyu]

thinking about how mean!bf sirius would have a hugeee corruption kink, he just wants to ruin your mind yk

idk maybe its just me

i think mean or not, it is definite that sirius black has a corruption kink and it unquestionably couples with his possessive nature.

just imagine mean bf ! sirius meeting you for the first time. you’re a timid, but undoubtedly kind individual who is meek next to him—fully aware of sirius’ notoriety in his personality and habits. he becomes so awestruck, he has nothing to respond to your unassuming questions aside from the occasional nod or gentle murmur.

he displays a calm, relatively friendly aura until the pair of you begin to become acquainted with each other and ultimately, begin dating. it is only then, that the mean teasing and snickers begin, and his heart bursts with joy at the sound of your bashful whines and protests every time he playfully slaps your ass or tugs your skirt, laughing and pulling you close to him, muttering how his actions are all in good fun and that he’d never let anything actually hurt you.

‘so bloody sensitive. y’know i’d rather die than let someone lay a hand on you, dummy.’

and of course, sirius isn’t stupid. he’s been having lewd, perverted thoughts about you since the day he met you. in fact, it was only the same night that sirius cast a silencing charm around his bed to hide the sinful sounds of him grunting as he fisted his cock, thoughts about bending you over the classroom desk polluting his already depraved mind.

since you’ve started dating, he reckons it’s time to manifest these fantasies into life, especially after noticing how your meek gaze has begun to linger on his broad chest and widen at the sight of his bulging crotch. his inner self beams with joy and crude anticipation every time he feels you pawing at his thighs, looking up at him in despair as if you’re unsure of what you really want or why the throbbing ache in between your thighs is only getting worse.

i think mean bf ! sirius would definitely become dizzy at the sight of you on your knees, hands gripping his muscular thighs, begging him to let you suck his cock or to fill your cunt up. usually he was the one doing the begging, but here you were, pliant, obedient, and desperate for his every touch. he genuinely has to sit down and stare at you while also controlling the immoral urge of forcing his cock down your throat, watching how your eyes widen and become teary as your throat contracts and chokes around his pulsating cock.

he genuinely cannot control himself once he sees you fully submit to him, begging him to give you the exact things you were too shy about even insinuating merely a month ago. it makes him feel so accomplished knowing that he was the one that made your brain all cloudy and fuzzy—that he was the one who got your cunt hooked on the feeling of his relentless, unforgiving cock.

‘sirius—my fingers—they’re not good enough—need your cock in me—jus’ want you to ruin ‘n abuse me—please da—’ as soon as you become close to uttering the last word, he’s already lifted up your skirt and forced his cock inside your aching pussy anyways, groaning into your mouth and fucking you ten times harder than he would have any other day.

‘slut—you’ve become a little slut—oh, fuck—‘n who’s are you, huh?’

it becomes the first time that sirius loses all sense of reason and caution as it has become evident to him that he’s irreversibly corrupted you into becoming just as disgusting and perverted as him.

‘nah, not sirius’, honey, you're daddy’s, yeah?’

‘gross fuckin’ bitch loves that, huh, puppy? you like it when daddy forces himself inside you like that, hm?’

‘hogwarts newest slut, yeah? but only mine, isn’t that right? only i get to ruin—fuck—this whorish cunt—mmm,’

sirius is so mean, he doesn’t even tell you when he’s about to cum :( he makes you cum and afterward, you’re a fucked out mess because he just doesn’t stop. your eyebrows begin to furrow and you can only manage to mumble a quiet ‘sirius?’ before he groans into your neck, breath all hot and heavy, and pumps you full of his hot, sticky cum. all you can do is whine and writhe beneath him as he pushes your knees to your chest and uses your cunt to drain his massive cock.

all the while, he’s reveling in the realization that he has just cummed inside you and that if spells and birth control were forgotten, it would be no surprise if you fell pregnant with the copious amounts of cum pumped inside your spent hole.

‘my dirty girl likes when daddy breeds her, doesn’t she? oh, don’t shake your head, pup, i know you like it—can feel you clench—god—around me right now.’

sirius gets so turned on when you confess that you can’t make yourself cum without him ever since the two of you started having sex. the image of you crying out in frustration at the feeling of your own neediness and the dull throbbing in between your sore thighs—incapable of doing anything without his guidance—makes his cock harden far quicker than it should have.

‘poor thing. my dumb girl can’t do anything without me, can she? your small fingers just aren’t as daddy, hm?’ paired with a faux, mocking frown because sirius black is an asshole that is very visibly ecstatic that you’ll always have to come to him to find a release.

and nothing fuels his ego more than having you beg him to stuff you full of his cum before class begins. he loses his mind seeing the effects of ruining your perfect, angelic interior. his once smart, goody-two-shoes, good-girl has become a conniving slut, her own cunt betraying any logic or rational thinking within her mind :( seeing his shy, perfect-attendance girlfriend begging him to skip class with her to fuck in a dingy broom closet is all it takes for him to bust right then and there.

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the moon, the star and the asteroid.

description: angsty established wolfstar x pining fem!reader blurb that I wrote because there's a serious lack of them on here

word count: 0.2k

warnings: !angst! hurt no comfort (don't say I didn't warn you) ,, saviour complex if you squint? ,, death (?)

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It was in the way Remus instinctively edged closer to Sirius whenever he was near. 

It was in the way his cold stone façade would break at the smaller boy’s antics. 

It was in the stares they shared, getting so lost in one another that the whole world seemed to disappear. 

The star and the moon. 

The perfect pair. 

She was just an asteroid.  

Destined to orbit around them temporarily.  

Until the unrelenting force of gravity would inevitably pull her out of orbit, imploding her whole world and destroying everything in its wake. 

Sometimes she wondered if it was all worth it.

Was simply existing in their presence enough?  

Hoping against hope that for once, the most peculiar astronomical paradox would take place, and the trajectories of a star, an asteroid and the moon would intersect? 

That same question played over and over in her head; and it replayed one last time when she jumped in front of her his star.  

Because if there’s one thing an asteroid can do, it’s to sacrifice itself first.  

To allow the star and the moon to continue shining under the same sky, with or without its presence. 

And as she felt herself being tugged backwards into misty nothingness; two matching tears fell down her cheeks: one for each of them.   

And she smiled. 

The image of her last moments in orbit forever imprinted behind her eyes: the star and the moon, hand in hand, looking at her.

Finally seeing her. 

The veil fluttered once. 

And the asteroid was no more. 

[crescenthistory]

࣪💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

𖤐 regulus black

(3.8k) Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel (💌🪧: mutual pining, reg and reader in denial about their feelings are called out by friends)

⤷ (4.8k) Part 2, Still Just Totally the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys (💌🪧: the triple date to hogsmeade, more pining and denial ensues) ⤷ (6.8k) Part 3, Okay Fine Maybe We're In Love! (💌: the culmination of their feelings paired with an eventful quidditch match)

(2.6k) You occupy my every thought (💌📬: reader just gets regulus and he is flabbergasted, sunshine x grumpy dynamic)

(3k) Are you falling asleep on me? (💌: you would rather spend a late night studying in the library with regulus than be without him; he is enamoured with you for it)

(5.7k) Professional Meddlers (🪧: the girls play matchmakers with you and regulus, some hurt/comfort if you squint)

(6k) Come Running (📬: regulus is the last to find out his girlfriend is injured, feat. found family with your shared friends and madam pomfrey)

⤷ blurb about rosekiller's reaction

(5.5k) And what will come of us then? (📬📭: regulus finds reader sobbing with magical ink on her hands and is forced to confront himself)

(3k) on the tip of my tongue (💌: regulus says "i love you" for the first time and reflects on what love has been for him over the years)

(2.5k) Amour (💌📜: domestic afternoon in your own flat, you enjoy it when regulus calls you amour and he loves that you love it)

cat!animagus!reader (aka the adventures of whiskers, feat. bsf!marauders)

⤷ (3k) Feline Touches (💌🪧: regulus knows exactly where to find you when you're hiding from the cold) ⤷ (2.4k) Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat (💌🪧: wolfstar neglect to wake you when you and reg fall asleep in cat form) ⤷ (2.4k) Padfoot vs. Whiskers (💌🪧: you and reg get revenge on sirius in cat form) ⤷ (1.7k) Where Padfoot Lays His Head (📬: whiskers comforts padfoot) ⤷ (1.3k) the furred shoulder (📬🪧: reader remains in animagus form when she has a petty fight with reg, he tries to get her back) ⤷ (1.8k) not sneeze proof (💌📬: reader keeps turning into whiskers when she sneezes) ⤷ (1.5k) sharing is caring (💌🪧: bsf!barty finds whiskers asleep in the library and brings her back to regulus, but not without demands) ⤷ (1.5k) fix you up (💌📬: regulus turns into shadow to comfort you when you get injured as whiskers)

drabbles:

(1.5k) let me see you (📜: reg is working on letting go and opening up to you; you're encouraging him)

(1.3k) he seeks a celebration (💌: suggestive, when slytherin wins the quidditch match, regulus just want to celebrate with you)

(1.3k) nothing matters but you (💌: cuddling the night before your birthday)

(1.3k) all things new (🪧💌: regulus begs his friends to be cool around you when you meet for the first time)

(2k) you could never hurt me (💌📬: soulmate au, regulus realises his potions deskmate is his soulmate and spirals)

(844) jasmine bath salts (💌: regulus draws you a bath after work)

(1.1k) waiting out the storm (📬: regulus is hiding in a coffee shop after the war; you come to find him)

headcanons:

☆ bonding with regulus over bugs

☆ regulus x sunshine!reader

☆ black!sister!reader and barty crouch jr.

features in:

poly!moonwater

(1.9k) What Now? (💌: your concerned boyfriends find you feeling poorly in the infirmary and dote on you)

(0.7k) hospital au (💌📬: muggle au, you accompany remus to a&e where your boyfriend works)

find more regulus in poly!bartlus in the slytherin skittles masterlist

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice. 

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later. 

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache. 

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits. 

And waits. 

And waits. 

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags. 

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm. 

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says. 

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.” 

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it. 

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light. 

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks. 

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.” 

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head. 

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.” 

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.” 

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates. 

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn. 

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself. 

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics. 

And Remus has found many flaws. 

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!” 

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes. 

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level. 

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension. 

“Sirius…” 

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.” 

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?” 

“Okay—” 

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—” 

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.” 

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’. 

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light. 

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for. 

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.” 

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly. 

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hiii could you do marauders x reader who has a stuffed animal from when she was a baby that she hides from them and maybe they find it one night when they’re all going to be :)))

There’s a battered yellow bear on your bed. As best as you’ve tried, your bear is old and has had his fair share of rotations in the washer and dryer.

He’s aged but you love him.

In that love, you can’t bear to put him anywhere else.

That kind of comes to bite you in the ass when your boyfriends are over for the first time.

Remus has made you a cup of nighttime tea, Sirius has just come out of the shower and James lays his head in your lap, curls bouncy on your thigh.

“Your soap is the best thing ever.” Sirius moans as he throws himself into the sofa.

It’s a honey and cream soap, the scent soft and a little clean. It smells like you is what Sirius means to say.

Remus smiles as you grin. “I’m glad you like it.” Sirius has always been vocal about how great you smell; be it your soap, laundry detergent, perfume: Sirius loves it all.

“Can we go to bed?” A yawn breaks apart James’ question, eyes heavy as you pet his head.

“Course Jamie.” You whisper, watching him stretch to standing and reaching an arm back to you.

Remus and Sirius follow, your mugs discarded in the table for tomorrow morning.

“Are we all gonna fit in your bed?” Sirius asks and you roll your eyes. James pushes open your door and your stomach drops.

There in the middle of your bed, on top of your Christmas sheets and duvet, sits your yellow bear with his roughed up ear and his red shirt.

“Oh dove,” Remus coos and you feel your blood rush faster.

“Don’t.” You mumble, but Sirius has already launched himself onto your bed and is cradling your bear.

“What’s his name?” Sirius asks, James following him in bed and sprawling out long before tickling under your bear’s chin.

“How long have you had him?” Remus asks, voice soft in an attempt to keep you from embarrassment.

It doesn’t help. You’re not embarrassed you have a stuffed animal, just that they’ve seen it so casually.

“Since I was a kid.” You mutter, Sirius leans off the bed and presses a kiss to the closest part of you.

“You’re fucking precious.”

You climb in bed and take him from Sirius, pressing a kiss to the back of the bear’s head and then James’.

“I for one think he’s very adorable, angel.”

Remus seconds the claim. “He is. Are you putting him between us or on the nightstand, baby?”

He’s buttering you up, and it works.

“Between us if that’s fine.”

Sirius holds your chin and smacks a kiss to your lips. “Of course it’s fine. You’re adorable.”

You sleep with James on one end, you beside him, your bear, then Sirius and Remus on the other end; cuddling well into the morning.

[amnmesias]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

part one

SUMMARY: It's a brand new day at Black Dog Records, and Sirius fights with his inner turmoil about his feelings for you and Remus. Thankfully, Regulus helps out giving him a new perspective.

CW: unrequired poly!wolfstar, part two? remus fluff and once again sirius angst (and yearning). this could be read mostly as fluff, though it gets angsty at the end. fem!reader who wears makeup. sirius pov? background bartylus. minimal y/n use. no war au.

A/N: part two is up! i know i said it would take a while but after posting the first part i was weirdly very into it... this series is slowly taking shape i fear. though i only post it to have an outlet, likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3 enjoy! xx

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“Oh, piss off with that nonsense.” 

You gasp. “You take that back right this moment, Sirius Black!” You get up from the worn out stool, your sparkly blue eyeshadow glistening under the lights. “If you’re not willing to see past the experimental essence of this record, Godric help me, I will ban you from this shop! I don’t care if you're the owner!”

Evidently, Sirius is not one to back down from a challenge, and riling you up has proved to be one of his favorite ones, and one with the most fructiferous outcomes. He leans back, staring at you and miserably failing at hiding his smile. 

“I see your point,” He starts, words slow and careful as to not annoy you before getting his point across. “Shine a Little Love, good album opener, Last Train to London? Great even, but I can’t help but feel like I’m listening to washed up disco.”

“Washed up disco!” The magazine in your hands is fully tossed aside. It seems a losing battle to not keep his smile in place, and you seem to notice as your eyes meticulously scan his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, well,” He shrugs, picking up your now poor forgotten magazine. He looks up at you, “And you’re very predictable, love. You should know better than to take my opinions seriously this early in the morning.”

At this, you smile at him, snatching the magazine from his hand. “You’re lucky you’re my boss, or I would’ve stuck this up your arse one opinion ago.”

“Oi, I’m not your boss.”

“You’re not?”

“Not talking to you, Reg.” Sirius just barely manages to find strength to not roll his eyes at his brother, who surely, definitely, would stick the magazine up his arse. “Weren’t you on your break?”

“It’s barely 9:30.” Regulus sighs, like talking to Sirius seems to be an incredibly difficult task. 

“Well…” Sirius’ grey eyes travel over the shop, “Go shelve those away, or find something else to do and stop eavesdropping.”

“Sirius,” You chide, though Regulus only rolls his eyes and walks back into the storage room. Clearly not in the mood to put up with his brother’s antagonistic schemes. Just in time, a customer walks in. “Merlin, you really are insufferable.” You bite before turning to the young girl with a smile. “Good day!”

“Hi… Um, I was told you have the latest Electric Light Orchestra?” 

Sirius wishes he could quell the butterflies in his stomach at the sight of your wide smile at her question. You turn to him with a smirk and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Yes, in fact we do! Here,” You leave your place at the counter, the girl following you as you move through the rows of records. “Did you know that…”

He watches you go on about this and that, making points here and there that the girl clearly can’t follow or is too distracted to understand, but you won’t be deterred, and Sirius’ heart thrums in his chest, an ache that he has grown familiar with since that fateful morning at your flat. Neither you nor Remus seem aware that he was in your apartment that morning, and if you do, you seem very determined to act like nothing has changed between you both, either. He doesn’t get it, really. If he had either of you, he would make it the entire Wizengamot’s business. 

“What do you think, Sirius?” You ask, abruptly pulling him out of his thoughts. He blinks, suddenly finding you and the girl in front of him. 

“Huh?” You’re watching him with a bemused eyebrow raise, the corners of your lips tugged in a sideways smirk that is starting to irritate him. “What do I think about what?”

“I said,” You start, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Discovery is probably their best work yet, don’t you agree?”

“Oh, yes.” He nods resolutely, the girl hugs the record closer to her chest, as if either of you have changed your minds and will take it away from her. “The very best.”

You smile, satisfied. “There you go. Only the very best brought to you by Black Dog Records.” He smiles and the girl seems very confused as she walks towards the door. “Thanks for coming! Have a lovely day!” You call out. “Yes! First sale on me, see that, Reggie?”

“That was awful.” Regulus, once again, drawls as he brings out the latest collection he found in Camden, ready to be sorted. “You will end up scaring every person away from this place.”

“This place puts food on your table, Reg. Be nice.” 

Regulus scoffs good-naturedly, evidently in a better mood than minutes ago. “Barty puts the food on my table, all I have to do is heat it and be a good boy.” He winks at you both.

Sirius grimaces. “Freak.” 

“You started it.” 

Black Dog Records is a somewhat popular record shop Sirius opened with the help of his uncle, first it was to make his family recoil with disgust at the use of the Black money in something as scandalous as music, but then it became his second home where he would find answers with his favorite songs. One very rainy day, he got into a very heated discussion with Regulus and, in very Sirius fashion, stormed off his own apartment to find distraction in a walk under the rain. He was feeling very pathetic and a little sorry for himself when he walked past the building, and something about it lured him in. He walked back home with a purpose, a detailed apology for his brother and an even more detailed business plan. The support from his group of friends and uncle was almost immediate, and soon he found himself with Regulus in front of the shop with their joint record collection and a very determined mission.

You came along somewhere in the middle of that, you were just about to quit your very monotonous and boring post at the Ministry when the shop officially opened. You would come nearly every day during noon with Marlene to spend your free hour and weekends chatting away with the Black brothers, eventually being mistaken as a worker whenever someone asked you for a specific artist or album. Sirius, and a very reluctant Regulus (obviously faked, he secretly worshiped the ground you walked on for helping Sirius at the lowest points of his life) talked over it consistently, and after much deliberation, you were hired as a part-time worker. It worked wonderfully because you seemed to have a big weight lifted out of your shoulders by the distraction and Sirius knew you would give his mummy dearest something close to a heart attack if she ever dared to set foot in the shop.

The bell chimes and you turn to greet the new customer, determined to claim the most sales of the day, but your smile widens as you spot Remus’ tall figure walking in, two plastic cups in his hands. 

“Hi, Remus!” You seem to debate whether to walk over to him, or hug him, you settle for a tiny wave. But your smile alone is a beautiful enough greeting. Remus decides that simply won’t do, and gives you a very friendly kiss on the crown of your hair. “Good morning.”

“Hiya, Moons.” Sirius says, channeling all his strength to appear nonchalant. “What brings you here, say, this early in the morning?”

“It’s barely 9:30.” Repeats Regulus, somewhere deep in the shop, still sorting through his box of records. 

“Yeah, whatever, what’s that saying?” 

Remus cocks an eyebrow as he passes you your own cup. “Semantics?” 

“Right!” He points, trying to look somewhere that wasn’t Remus’ lovestruck smile as you sip on your coffee. “Semantics. What are you doing here, again?”

“Wow, Pads… Is this how you treat all your customers? No wonder sales are so low lately.” He looks around, you nudge him with your elbow and his serious facade breaks in a smile. “Well, had it not been for dovey here…” He pulls you to his side, and you do everything to hide the blush in your cheeks.

“She sells because her selling strategy is holding customers hostage with facts until they buy the record.” Regulus points out, you roll your eyes good-naturedly at him. “I hardly think those sales count.”

“They absolutely bloody count!” You say, then turn to Sirius who had been shamelessly eyeing you and Remus, to his credit, you seem very confident in your point to notice it. “Sirius, tell your brother my sales are valid.”

He splutters, trying to ignore Remus’ curious eyes, but he recovers quickly. “Reg, just because you’re a creepy bloke and scare everyone into buying your weird albums, doesn’t mean (Y/N)’s tactic is less valid.”

“Thank you very much, Sirius,” You bow your head, Sirius’ smile is fighting full time to stay in place. “This is why you’re my favorite boss.”

“Oi, I’m telling Bagnold about this.”

“I don’t see why not, so she could give her a raise.” Remus points out, frowning at the thought of the endless stress induced nights they have been witness to. He gives your arm a playful squeeze, “In fact, I think we should appoint you as the new minister.”

You laughed loudly. “Oh, totally. My first order of business will be introducing muggle music to the Hogwarts education plan.” 

“Yes, that way we can scare mother away from Britain.” Regulus chuckles dryly, and Sirius claps.

“Well, I like the sound of that!” He turns to you, “Consider me your biggest sponsor.” 

“Insane. All of you.” You shake your head, your giggles making the three men smile. “Right, as much as I’d like to stay and plan my debut as a politician, Remus and I actually are going to muggle London.”

“You do?” Sirius echoes, suddenly acutely aware of your pretty clothes and even prettier make up. 

With a sinking feeling, he realizes you came all dolled up for your date with Remus and not for him. 

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll come early tomorrow and rearrange the entire country section.” You plead, unnecessary, in Sirius’ opinion, because you would ask him to kill an unicorn and he’d do it with no questions asked. “There’s this new band releasing their debut album and I promised Remus I would come with him. And before you say anything, I will bring a few copies to sell, please?”

Sirius’ brain barely registers your words, and nods mutely. Regulus rolls his eyes and pats his shoulder in consolation. “It’s alright, no need to torture yourself with the whole country section. I’m sure we will come up with a better punishment.” 

You smile and jump to kiss both boys’ cheeks and lean over the counter to take your bag. Sirius very pointedly tries to look everywhere but your pretty legs, he meets a worse fate, meeting Remus’ eyes. The boy sends him a wink and Sirius feels heat taking over his cheeks and neck.

“Ready to go?” You turn to Remus, who breaks eye contact with Sirius to smile down at you. He nods and you both wave before turning to the door. 

Sirius exhales deeply as he watches you both walk away through the window, Remus putting his arm around your shoulders to pull you towards him. Your kiss wonky as you smile up at him, giddiness and excitement in both of your faces. He watches until you get lost in the crowd and he can no longer see Remus over everyone’s head, he ignores the ache in his chest as he turns, only to meet a pair of grey eyes identical to his looking at him with something akin to pity.

“Stop looking at me like I’m the last dog at the shelter.” 

Regulus snorts, then raises his hands in surrender. “You said it, not me.”

“Don’t you have something else to do that isn’t giving unnecessary commentary about my love life?” 

“None of that is as entertaining, I don’t think…” He trails off, returning to his work. Sirius scowls at him.

“I’m glad my pain entertains you.”

“It is entertaining because it could’ve been easily avoided had you stopped being a daft git ages ago.” He nods towards the door, his eyes not leaving the sleeve in his hands as he inspects it meticulously. “That poor girl has been in love with you both since year 4 and you can’t really blame Remus for jumping at the chance of being with her after putting up with your mixed signals for years.”

“What?”

“Smart man, that Lupin. Sadly, I am a raging homosexual, otherwise I would’ve already swept that lovely girl away from you both.” He continues, ignoring the stammers coming from his brother’s mouth. He looks at Sirius, who in return stares at him with shock, “Please tell me you at least noticed.”

“How could I notice!?” He manages to get out, his heart probably one beat away from jumping out of his chest. “Not sure if you remember but Remus hated my guts for about two consecutive terms. And her, well… I really can’t blame her for supporting him, can’t I?” 

“Oh… so you are daft. Good to know, I had my suspicions but thank you for clearing it up.” 

“Reg, I’m not in the mood for your bloody mind games.”

The boy shakes his head, a disbelieving look in his eyes as he finally turns to Sirius.

“Mind games? If you want to talk about mind games let me just tell you, those… Those two have been victims of your mind games since school and you have been nothing but blind and insensitive towards their feelings, seeking their attention one day and turning a blind eye to their advances the next day,” Regulus says, ending each sentence with a point to Sirius’ chest, who frowns in return, “Don’t come here acting like a sodding cry baby just because you missed your chance. So please, do something about it or shut the fuck up already!” He exhales deeply, finally breathing properly, and bringing a hand to his hair. He steps back, looking at Sirius with a mix of shock and regret. “Sorry, don’t know what happened there.”

Sirius lets out a disbelieving breath, massaging his sternum, “Yeah, me neither. Didn’t know you had it in you, mate.”

“Just…” Regulus sighs, realizing Sirius is in fact not going to take him seriously, at all. He moves away to take the now empty records box to the storage room. “Just think about it, please? Contrary to what you might think, I want you to be happy, or… at least not hurting, or whatever this is.” 

Sirius watches him go, something akin to despair in his heart as he ponders on what his brother told him. He looks back to the door you and Remus walked through minutes ago; maybe… maybe he still has some fight left in him. If you and Remus are willing to have him, he’s going to fight with every fiber of his body to give you the love you both desperately seeked with each other, all because he was emotionally unable to provide it for them. Regulus will eat his words, and everyone else, he’s going to love you so hard, Remus will finally feel loved enough to accept the wolf within himself, and you will finally learn what real, true love and devotion is, he will love you so hard you will forget all the pain you have gone through in the past. Right there, on a randomly sunny day, Sirius decides he will love you and Remus hard enough that his own scars will heal and leave no trace behind. 

[finelinevogue]

sad beginnings,

summary - everyone sees you as this weird and crazy ravenclaw. everyone except remus and sirius. part 2

pairing - ravenclaw!reader x wolfstar

word count - ~1.5k

tw: angst | no happy ending (yet) | bullies | blood | scratches | self deprecation | she pronouns used

[part 1] [part 3]

Your face stung like a swarm of bees.

The pace you were running through the corridors, causing the cold wind to cut through the cat scratches on your face were so sore. Cat scratches that had been put there purposefully by someone who didn’t like you; Darcy.

Her and her band of Ravenclaw elites thought they ran the House, including Philip who was like the devil incarnate. They have never liked you and have turned the majority of the school against you, claiming that you’re weird and crazy.

Weird? Maybe. Crazy? Well, you certainly wouldn’t use your pet cat to scratch out someone’s cheek just because you had a little more power over them.

Now you were going to have to walk in late to Potions, all because you’d left your textbook in your dorm and then had a run-in with Darcy and her cat.

You’d cleaned up the wound the best you could, but it was just so sore now.

The tears stung in your eyes, willing you to set them free. However, you had already figured out that tears in your cuts were worse than holding back the tears.

You took a deep breath before walking into the Potions class that Professor Slughorn taught.

He didn’t particularly care for favourites and he didn’t really have least favourites, but he did make a deal about his students being late to his lessons.

The door made a loud screech as it opened. Way to walk in subtly.

You kept your head down as everyone’s eyes turned to yours.

Lots of whispering started up and it no doubt had everything to the scratches down your cheek, and the fact you were never ever late.

“Ah. Nice of you to join us, Miss L/N.” Professor Slughorn spoke, making you cringe at his tone.

“Sorry I’m late, Sir.” You looked up at him and saw him cringe in return as he saw your cheek. He made no move to comment on it though.

“Take a seat now, please. See me after class for a detention.”

You shamefully dropped your head. Now your perfect record would be screwed over.

Sirius dramatically stood up from his chair, the sound of metal upon the stone floor grating everyone’s ears to pieces.

“Actually that won’t be necessary, Sir. Y/N gave me her textbook since I’d forgotten mine at breakfast, so Y/N went to the Hall for me to retrieve it. Wouldn’t want your precious textbooks going missing, Professor.”

“Oh, well, never mind then.” Slughorn shrugged. Sirius knew he was wrapped around Slughorn’s finger and used it to his advantage to save you a detention.

You looked over to him and smiled in thanks, but Sirius didn’t smile back. Neither did Remus. They were both looking at you with concern, or at least what you thought was concern. It might be anger for nearly getting them in trouble.

James tugged on Sirius’ shirt for him to sit down again. Sirius tugged away from him though, fists clenching against his sides as he watched you.

You attempted to find a seat then.

You walked over to a table full of other Ravenclaw girls in your year, but the one empty seat at the table instantly became unavailable as a girl dumped her bag on the chair next to her.

“Seats taken.”

“Oh, sorry.” You said softly, walking to another table where there were only three of them sat. Plenty of room.

You went to pull out a chair next to one of the guys there, only to realise there was black ink all over the stool for some reason - meaning it was also unavailable.

“Tough luck.” One of the boys said and the rest snickered.

“Miss L/N, why don’t you just go and sit over there.” Slughorn pointed his hand over to where an empty table was. It should’ve seated 6 people, but currently no one was sat there.

You nodded your head and quickly made your way to the table before any more attention could be drawn towards you.

It was a table at the back of the room and quite far out of sight of the blackboard, making it difficult to copy out the notes. You tried your best.

At one point during the lesson you turned your head to the wall to let out a few tears, knowing no one could see you. A few salty tears burned over your wound, but you bit on your lip to cover the sob that wanted to erupt from your chest.

This really fucking sucked.

You were all for self-wallowing, but when it was in the middle of a class you hated it.

There was a time and a place for it and it was not here and it wasn’t now.

You dug your blunt fingernails, from all the anxious biting, into your palms to suppress the emotions you wanted to let out. Focusing on the lesson and Slughorn’s words were your best chance of getting through this.

You were busy writing away, trying to keep up with the notes, when you felt someone sit down next to you. Your natural instinct was to tense and shuffle away only slightly, because who wanted to sit next to you if not to torment you further?

“Y/N?”

You were shocked to see Remus sat next to you.

“Oh, hi, Remus. Are you okay? Am I in the way or something?” You looked around you to make sure you weren’t.

“No, no! We- I mean, I, just wanted to ask you something?” He stumbled over his words.

“Sure.”

“Uh.. Well….”

“Oh my God, Remus! Are you okay?” You gasped when you saw a cut along his forehead, which was hidden beneath his hair and you’d only seen because of how close you were sitting.

So close, in fact, that you could smell his cologne: Cedar wood and… something else.

“Me? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” He looked shocked and you blushed like mad.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, it wasn’t my place. I apologise.” You shook your head and tried to refocus on your work.

“Y/N…” Remus said ever so softly.

His voice was so pretty. So delicate.

Sirius’ was more rough and deeper. Both were a song to listen to.

You didn’t reply, thinking that if you just ignored them he wouldn’t be mad at you anymore. Because he was mad, right? You shouldn’t have questioned something so personal about him.

“Y/N?” He asked again.

You’d never get over hours name sounded coming from him.

Slowly, you tilted your head towards him. Instead of being met with a furious gaze you were met with something much softer. His warm eyes looked troubled.

You looked at him nervously, hoping for the best out of whatever this situation was.

He reached up a hand towards your face, a couple of rings placed on his ridiculously well structured fingers. You followed the movement of his hand, whilst Remus followed your eyes.

His fingers carefully brushed your fallen hair that covered your cheek and only slightly pushed it to the side, his fingers barely touching your skin.

You let out a shaky breath.

You were one to wear your emotions on your sleeve and Remus had you feeling very nervous in that moment. Not nervous like you’d been around Darcy or Philip. A different kind. A better kind.

“Who did this to you?” He asked.

You looked up to see him studying the cuts like you’d seen him in the library studying for a test. He was trying to map out all the details of your scratches, so it seemed.

“What?”

“Please, Y/N. Let us know who did this to you? Hell, even what did this?”

“Us?” Was the word you chose to focus on.

“Yes—.”

“Mr Lupin, there’s a time and a place for funny business and it won’t be in my classroom.” Slughorn broke whatever moment had happened between you and Remus.

Remus had been quick to drop your hair, apologise and return to his seat.

Your cheeks flushed red with the thought of someone catching you looking, almost, intimate with Remus.

Oh God.

What if Sirius had seen?

You looked over to where Remus had rejoined Sirius. Remus was whispering to Sirius whilst you watched Sirius’ jaw click.

The chill that surpassed you when Sirius turned to face you across the room told you everything you needed to know.

Stay. The hell. Away. From. My boyfriend.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

As Slughorn finished the class Remus quickly tried to stuff everything into his satchel before everyone left without him.

“C’mon! Hurry up!” Sirius urged him - only because he obviously didn’t have his own bag and made Remus carry everything.

“Shut it.” Remus snipped, shoving his textbook in his bag before grabbing his cloak and moving.

“Hey, calm down.” Sirius tried to soothe him, slipping his hand into Remus’.

“Calm down— Are you insane?”

“A bit.”

“How am I supposed to be calm when half of Y/N’s face is missing?” Remus whisper shouted and Sirius quickly pushed him back against a stone wall for a time-out.

“Calm down. I mean it, Rem.”

Remus let the cool of the stone wall sink in through his skin and allow him to breathe again.

He didn’t know what was coming over him recently.

“Y/N’s gone now, because I couldn’t pull myself together.” Remus sighed.

Sirius brought his hand up to cup underneath Remus’ chin lightly, making it so he had no choice but to look at him.

“Look at me.” Remus tried to move away, but Sirius’ hands held strong. “Hey, don’t. Look at me. We are going to find Y/N and get to the bottom of whatever has happened, okay? But you need to calm down first.”

Remus let his shoulders exhale and he nodded. “Okay.”

Sirius smiled, leaning in to give Remus a few kisses. One for listening to him and another just because he loved him so much. Sirius could really feel Remus calming down after those.

“I just… Y/N is… she means…” Remus struggled to find the right words to say, but it didn’t really matter.

“I know. She means the same to me.”

Sirius rested his forehead against Remus, as they calmed each other and maybe one day hoping you’d be right there beside them.

[aisiedaisie]

Helllllo!! Could you maybe do a wolfstar x reader (or anyone if you don’t do that :))) with a reader who lovesssss makeup and has like a big collection and spends a bunch of money on it and maybe the boys being super intrigued or confused by it? <3

Hello hello~!!! Thank you for this amazing idea! I wasn’t sure if you were asking for romantic or platonic wolfstar but I may have gone the romantic route. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it seems I am utterly incapable of writing short stories... Hopefully you don't mind!

Poly! Wolfstar x Fem!Reader WC: 2k

You breathe out, the exhale a soft puff that lingers in the chilly air. Your fingers run through your hair, frustration creeping up your spine.

It's a mess—which wasn’t new for days like this. The winter winds have stolen every ounce of moisture, leaving your strands dry and unruly. The static makes each strand stand on end, refusing to fall into place as you try to tame them with a bit of leave-in conditioner.

But today, of all days, it needs to cooperate.

You glance in the mirror, taking in your reflection. This is the first time you're hosting date night at your place, and after hours of prepping dinner, tidying up every inch of the apartment, your hair had become the least cooperative part of the evening. You sigh, trying to smooth the mess down, but it feels hopeless.

A light knock on the door pulls your attention away, snapping you out of your frustration. Your heart gives a flutter, and you take a moment to steady your nerves. The knocking continues, a little more insistent, and you curse under your breath as you give your reflection one last look. Your cream knit sweater and well-worn jeans are fine—fine—but not exactly what you'd imagined wearing on such a special evening. It’s casual, maybe too much so, but you tell yourself to let it go. You smooth down the hem and force a shy smile.

The door creaks open, and you greet them with a soft, sweet "Hey." Your voice betrays a touch of nerves, but you stand tall, holding the door wide open as you invite them inside.

Remus and Sirius stand frozen in the hallway just outside your door, their eyes taking in your appearance with an intensity that makes you feel as though they're seeing straight through you. A soft smile spreads across Remus’s face, while Sirius’s lips curl into a wolfish grin. They both seem to sense the knot of anxiety in your chest, reading it effortlessly, as if it was as obvious as the frazzled mess of your hair.

"Hey, dove, you okay there?" Remus asks, his voice a gentle murmur as he bends down, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of your head. The sudden contact sends a spark of calm through you, though the tightness in your stomach doesn’t quite fade.

"Yeah, you look a bit nervous," Sirius adds, his tone teasing yet soft. His lips brush your cheek in a quick kiss as he steps past you into the flat, his eyes flicking over the space, taking in the cozy chaos of your preparations.

The living room, while small, is filled with the soft charm of the season. A few scattered holiday decorations dot the space—pine cones nestled in a crystal dish on the dark wood coffee table, their spiced scent mingling with the candles burning nearby. The flickering lights cast a warm glow across the room, the air thick with the comforting scent of mulled cider and cinnamon, drifting lazily from the kitchen.

They’ve been here before, of course. They’ve picked you up for dates, lingered in the living room while you finished getting ready. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, they’re not just picking you up. They’re settling in, staying awhile, and something in the atmosphere shifts. The space feels fuller, more alive somehow, even with the quiet tension you’re trying so hard to hide.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home," you say, your voice a little steadier now, though still laced with uncertainty. You close the door behind them, your fingers brushing along the handle as you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch. It’s a small gesture, but it feels grounding, giving you something to focus on.

You lead them into the dining room, where the table is set in preparation for dinner. White tealights glow softly, casting delicate shadows on the polished surface. Your nice dinner plates gleam under the candlelight, silverware set just so, ready to be used. It’s a simple, intimate setup, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if it’s enough.

Remus pauses in the center of the room, scanning the flat before turning back to you with a gentle smile. “Do you mind if I use the restroom, love?” he asks, his voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement as he looks around the space, searching for the door.

You smile softly, pointing down the hallway. "It’s the second door on the left," you say, your voice light.

Remus nods with a grateful look before darting down the hallway, eager to relieve himself. Sirius watches him go with a shake of his head, chuckling under his breath. "He’s had to pee since we got to your street," Sirius says, his tone laced with affection and amusement.

You can’t help but laugh, your fingers busying themselves with pouring warm cider into mugs. 

That’s when you hear Remus’s voice, sharp and full of surprise. "What the hell?"

A rush of concern flutters through you, catching your breath. You freeze, the warm cider sloshing in the cup you hold, spilling a few droplets as you try to make sense of his exclamation. What did I forget? Was it your hairbrush on the counter again? No... you made sure it was put away. You rack your brain for a moment, but nothing stands out.

Sirius, ever the quick one, is already walking down the hall, following the sound of Remus’s voice. You move to follow, two steps behind him, a strange tightness settling in your chest.

You watch as they reach the second door on the right, and your eyes widen.

Sirius peeks in first, curiosity piqued, and his voice rings out with a hint of amusement. "Moons?" he asks, stepping into the space. He tilts his head to look around, his gaze landing on the long white vanity in front of them. Your heart skips a beat as you catch up, now standing in the doorway just behind them.

The vanity stretches out before you, gleaming under the soft light. Clear storage cabinets line the sides of the mirror, each one filled to the brim with various cosmetics: lipsticks in shades you can’t even name, neatly arranged bottles of foundation, and an assortment of brushes that you’d long since given up organizing. Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and mild surprise, realizing they’ve stumbled upon your private little collection.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, while Remus stands there, his expression somewhere between shock and genuine curiosity. The air between the three of you crackles with unspoken words as you stand in the doorway, feeling every bit of their gaze on the cluttered, yet carefully curated, space.

Your lips press together as you try to formulate an explanation, feeling a wave of heat rise in your cheeks. What can I possibly say now that they've seen all of this? You stand there, torn between embarrassment and amusement, watching the two of them as they take in the sight of your beauty room.

“Holy shit, love, I knew you liked makeup, but I didn’t think you liked it this much,” Sirius says, his tone an odd mix of shock and awe. He steps closer, eyes roving over the meticulously organized rows of products. Beside him, Remus examines the array with a look of sheer bewilderment.

“You... you actually use all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the overflowing drawers, as if struggling to comprehend.

You nod shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Not all at once, of course, but... yeah.” You glance over at them, hoping they’re not overwhelmed.

Sirius reaches out, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a familiar tube. “This is the lipstick I bought you for Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, a fond smile spreading across his face. He turns the deep red Gucci lipstick in his fingers, the one he’d surprised you with on that special day. It’s a brand you’d never splurge on for yourself, and the fact that he remembers only softens the moment.

Remus clears his throat, breaking the quiet. “Alright, hang on—I really need to pee, but we are so talking about this when I get back.” He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone with Sirius, who is still absorbing the scope of your collection.

Noticing your discomfort, Sirius settles himself into the plush chair in front of your vanity mirror. He catches your eye in the reflection, a mischievous gleam brightening his gaze. “Love, can you do my makeup?” His grey eyes lock with yours, and you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Siri?” you ask, moving to stand behind him, your hands instinctively finding their way into his dark, unruly curls. His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into your touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Reggie’s been wearing eyeliner lately, and it actually looks pretty cool. Can you do that for me?” he asks, keeping his eyes closed, totally at ease.

A sweet hum escapes you as you think it over. “Are we talking waterline or a wing?” you ask, fingers combing gently through his hair.

“Which one’s easier?” he asks, eyes cracking open to meet yours, genuine curiosity lighting his face.

“For you? Probably a wing,” you explain with a smile, reaching over his shoulder to grab your favorite liquid liner. “Putting it in your waterline can get uncomfortable. I’ll go easy on you.”

He chuckles, a small smirk forming as he settles in, clearly ready for whatever you’re about to do.

Remus steps back into the room, his hands settling on your hips with an easy familiarity. You feel his warmth as you focus, steadying the felt-tip pen and carefully flicking it to form the perfect wing at the corner of Sirius’s closed eyes.

“And what exactly are you two up to?” he asks, voice laced with fond amusement. His hazel eyes shine with a soft curiosity, watching as you carefully hover over Sirius.

You glance up, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Just spreading my love of makeup,” you quip, your voice light with humor.

At that, Sirius opens his eyes slowly, catching sight of himself in the vanity mirror. The sharp lines of the eyeliner bring a new edge to his look, making his grey eyes look strikingly intense. A small, satisfied grin spreads across his face as he takes in the transformation. “Damn—I look good.”

“When don’t you look good?” Remus laughs, shaking his head as he leans in closer. There’s a warmth in his gaze, a kind of love that makes the room feel cozier.

You smile, leaning across Sirius once more to reach for your favorite lip oil. Without a second thought, you swipe it across your lips, the slight sheen catching the light before you turn, tiptoeing to press a soft, lingering kiss to Remus’s lips. He blinks in surprise, feeling the film of oil on his lips, and a bashful smile spreads across your face.

“There. Now you’re dolled up too,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remus’s cheeks flush, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Lucky me,” he replies, squeezing your hips gently.

You dart your gaze away, the warmth of the moment lingering as your eyes catch the soft glow of the digital clock on the corner of your vanity. The numbers blink back at you, a gentle reminder of time ticking by.

With a small sigh, you reluctantly shake yourself out of the cozy, dreamlike bubble surrounding the three of you. “We should head back out. I’ve got dinner in the oven.”

Sirius groans dramatically but rises from the chair, throwing you an affectionate look as he reaches out to link his arm with yours. Remus follows, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the three of you moving back into the warmth of the dining room, surrounded by candlelight and the smell of cider that fills the air like a promise of a perfect evening ahead.

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PRT.7

07 : APOLOGIES & COMFORT

CHPT. SUM. : sirius and remus are both very stubborn and need you to help them make amends, thankfully james is there

REQUEST. : could i request a hurt/comfort blurb with poly!marauders in the heroes in tattoos series where r is having really bad cramps and they comfort her- maybe when they're busy with clients and she doesn't want to disturb them but they notice? - requested by an anon (i had to make some tweaks, i hope you don't mind, my darling)

TAGS. : modern au, muggle au, tattoo artist!sirius black ; tattoo artist!james potter ; piercer!remus lupin ; hurt/comfort ; fluff ; mvp james ; james becomes a menace though so is he really the mvp? ; wolfstar fluff ; making up ; reader is also an mvp ; accidents happen ; period things~ ; remus is on the brink ; somebody save this man! ; no! somebody save reader from this man! ; assumes that reader does not take medication to regulate her periods ; assumes that reader wears sanitary pads for her periods

LENGTH : 4.3k

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“Sirius…” Remus sighs as he sits across from you and the man in question. 

“If you have a problem, I hope you know that I don’t care,” you feel the tattooist smirk against your temple as he presses another searing kiss into your skin. The tension from the room hasn’t fully dissipated yet, however, most of the fiction was swept aside leaving the air clear enough for a more civil conversation. 

With Sirius’ insistence, you were left no choice but to sit in his lap as Remus sits across from you. This left James to sit all on his lonesome, occupying the grandfather chair to your left as a warm smile reveals his asymmetrical dimple, directed solely at you. 

Remus groans in frustration and stands to his full height in order to pull his sleeveless sweater off. Sirius peppers light kisses along the column of your neck but it isn’t quite enough to distract you from the image of Remus undoing the top buttons of his button-up shirt nor the way he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows - a weak attempt at trying to cool down from the heat of the previous encounter. 

You’re tempted to look down once again but are too embarrassed to do so; the images that pervade your mind are too inappropriate and they taint the gentle and kind image you have of Remus… Although, maybe that isn’t too bad. A gentle giant masking an indelicate second face was quite attractive in your eyes. Maybe he’ll finally suit the rouge-ish image that comes to mind when you take in his many tattoos, which were often suppressed by his soft, dark academia-inspired fashion. 

Massaging away some of the tension in his taut wrists, his large and veiny hands on full display, Remus sits back down with a frown, “This is a fucking mess—”

“—you’re a fucking mess,” Sirius shoots back, a mischievous hint in his tone as the heat in your cheeks continue to increase until you’re positive you have steam steadily rising out of your ears. 

“This is serious, Sirius,” Remus calls his name almost mockingly and the icy stare Sirius sends him in return is so icy you feel the chill run down your spine without having to look. 

“Oh, I am serious, don’t you know who I am?” before the tension could rise to dangerous levels again, you launch yourself off of Sirius’ lap, willing the butterflies from your stomach away and suppressing all imagery of the affection Sirius was just drowning you. It was his attempt at distracting you from the tense situation but you’re fed up of it now. It also breaks your heart seeing them like this when you know their true affections for one another.  

“That’s enough!” you stand as strong as the finality ringing in your statement, “you two need to make up!” Remus and Sirius face the point of your accusing finger with disgruntled expressions, “I thought you two loved each other,” your disappointed tone makes their shoulders sag in shame and their eyes avoid one another’s. 

“Dove, please—”

“—Listen…” the careful intonation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed and wills them to hear you out with care, lips sealed shut, “you were both right — you both had good reason to act the way you did and I can’t blame either of you for wanting to steer things into a certain direction but I’m also to blame for this, okay? I was horrible at communicating my true emotions and that led to a lot of unnecessary heartache on both sides,” with a deep breath, you establish your resolve, “can’t we all just make up and move forward together?” everyone in the room knows that when you said ‘we’, what you really meant was just Remus and Sirius. 

James has been an absolute angel throughout all of this, collateral damage to their bickering and unloving behaviour towards each other; stuck between a rock and a hard place. You only have sympathy for him being caught up in the middle of it all.  

“Dove, it’s not—”

You swiftly interrupt, “I love all of you,” your confession makes them all stutter and flush pink in the cheeks. It’s an image that makes you smile warmly just before insecurity creeps over and your smile turns shy, “don’t… don’t you love me too?…” it was now clear in their actions that they reciprocated your romantic affections and so you weren’t wrong to assume that they wanted you to take part in their relationship…right?

The drawn out silence that followed was too much for you to bear. Even after taking some of the blame off their shoulders and confessing your love, they were still too stubborn to admit their wrongs and make up. Huffing, you make your disappointment and frustrations known with a deep frown, thoroughly concealing your heartache from their silence .

“We just need—” Sirius finally begins, stubborn as ever, only to be glared at harshly by both, Remus and James. This was not the right time for excuses. You had just worded your true feelings for them and they needed to reciprocate in kind. But those words were hard to come by, the timing for a confession also wasn’t ideal for the moment. Then again, when would it ever be. They’ve all just proven how incompetent they were at emotions despite being in such a loving relationship, and yet, you were still willing to accept and be with them romantically. The words they have for you reached beyond that of just love; they were also grateful, astonished and embarrassed for their incompetence. 

“I love you too, angel, so so much,” James finally speaks up, eyes bright and his smile warm with his adoration of you. He ignores the high tension in the room, eyes fixed solely on you as he glowed like the summer sun but he doesn’t reach out for you in any way, he simply sits and admires. Admires how beautiful you look, admires how strong you are, admires how loving and sweet you remain despite all the trouble and anguish they’ve put you through.  

You feel the world disappear around you and narrow your focus onto the only person you were grateful for in the room at that moment. Year heart pounds with warmth and devotion and all you want to do is be close to him. Helping yourself into James’ lap, you smile up at the bewildered look on this handsome face, “Oh James, you’re my only saving grace,”

James smiles at your words as his arms wrap around your waist, securing you in place, “yeah?” his voice is a faint whisper and airy with his adoration for you. 

“Yeah,” reaching up, your arms wrap around his neck and pull him close so you can press your face under his chin. Behind you, you feel the baffled attention of Sirius and Remus, “how about I feed you some lunch again? Like we always used to do?”

Without waiting for an answer, you lean over to swipe up one of your lunch containers and proceed to feed him, completely ignoring the grumbling and whining emitting from Sirius and Remus. 

“I like your thinking, angel,” James giggles adorably and happily accepts your affections as the two of you silently agree to ignore the other two until they make up. In the mean time, you’ll enjoy each other’s company in your own little bubble of love. 

“How does it taste?” you ask sweetly, blatantly ignoring Remus and Sirius, sitting side-ways on James’ lap but keeping your full attention on him. 

“Delicious! More than delicious!” James exaggerates and basks in the bell-like giggles he draws from you, he doesn’t want the sound to ever stop, “You’re always such a great cook, angel!”

“I made it all with love, just for you, Jamie~”

He hums low and appreciative, “I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I?” 

As you continue to feed him, James takes the opportunity to look over your shoulder and smirk at the miserable faces of his two lovers. They know they deserved this unfair treatment. They also know that, to remedy it, all they have to do is abandon their pride and apologise, which is always worth it when your love is on the line — it should be easy for them. All things considered, this was just light punishment.

Faced with only one solution, Remus and Sirius turn to each other. Sirius still grumbles under his breath as Remus sighs. The brunette accepts that it was entirely his fault for pushing Sirius to suppress his natural way of loving just for his own personal fear that things would turn out horribly, otherwise. And judging from the way Sirius avoids his eyes and continues to whine, Remus knows it’s up to him to make amends. 

‘But it’s not so bad’, Remus smiles to himself; seeing one of his beloved partners grumpy and stubborn was oddly charming. And now that most of the conflict has dissolved, Remus had no other reason to hold back an apology other than for his own personal pride. 

Making his way over, Remus kneels down beside his grumbling lover and whispers his name affectionately, “Sirius,” Remus waits, patient and unhurried, until his beloved in question finally looks at him. As soon as they meet eyes, Remus is left thinking the same devoted thought he’s always had when drowning in his boyfriend’s diamond-grey eyes, ‘how did I get so lucky?’ which is then quickly followed by a guilty, ‘why did I ever let it get this far?’

“Remus,” 

“I’m sorry,” the piercer doesn’t wait for a response and, almost desperately, leans up to capture Sirius’ lips. The kiss is filled with emotions, a mix of sincerity, love and forgiveness. The sentiments were so keen they almost smother the murmured, unspoken words on Sirius’ tongue, “what was that, love?” Remus asks against his lover’s lips, unable to pull away fully. He missed this…

“I’m sorry too…”

It was a unanimous decision to have you spend the night at the boys’ shared flat. They’ve been kept away from you for too long and tonight they wanted to make up for lost time. High on emotions and desperately missing their presence in your life too, you agree as long as you dropped by your place first for a change of clothes. But not before having Remus and Sirius apologise to James for their neglect of him. 

“You know, we really are so happy to have you in our lives, dollface,” Sirius utters, leaving feathery kisses on your lips as he pushes the door to their flat open whilst carrying your duffle bag for you. He was kind enough to take you to and from your flat on his motorcycle just for the quick collection of your night time essentials. 

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Siri,” the situation has finally dawned on you but you still can’t believe the events that have lead you to this very moment. 

“Stop hogging her, Padfoot!” James whines, sweeping you off your feet and hurrying to the living room with you in his arms. Once there, he sits you on his lap triumphantly, “Aha! You’re finally mine!” he cheers and attacks your neck with a flourish of kisses, tickling you and infecting the air with your melodic giggles. 

“Now you’re hogging her Prongs, stop being a hypocrite!” Sirius pants lightly after rushing to the scene from the hallway, a grin plastered on his lips despite his accusing words. 

From the kitchen, Remus smiles to himself at the sounds of merriment in the air and continues to cook dinner. 

This is how it should be…

Remus wanted to sort the conflict with Sirius out more, so he insisted that you spend the night in James’ bed which you happily agree shyly, James grinning widely at your side. All three of you agree as Sirius whines and makes adorable grabbing motions at you but it’s no use as Remus keeps the tattooist pressed tightly against his side, dragging him off and trapping him in his room for the night. The sight made you giggle but it was a brief reprieve from the anxious nerves that soon had you avoiding James’ eyes. 

“You’re so cute,” James whispers affectionately at your shy behaviour, resisting the urge to kiss you as he leads you to his room and gestures to his en suite, “you can change in there, beautiful, I can change out here and brush my teeth at the kitchen sink instead,” 

With a small smile, you move past him with your duffle, eager to get ready for bed but squeal in surprise when you feel a teasing pinch at your ass. An explosion of heat blooms across your cheeks when you glance over your shoulder and observe James’ sly wink and devious smirk directed at you. 

“James—!”

“Angel with a cutest ass, aren’t I a lucky bastard?” he chuckles and presses a devoted, almost possessive, kiss onto your lips, “I never did say thank you for making those two apologise to me,” he purrs and nips at your bottom lip, “you make me feel seen…god, I love you so much,” you squeak into the fierce kiss that follows, almost losing yourself in the embrace but pry yourself away with a squeal when his hands travel too low and squeeze greedily at your ass. 

You rush into the bathroom with butterflies in your stomach as James licks his lips and laughs merrily. He’s come to love teasing you and you didn’t know whether to argue or welcome it with open arms. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you move on to change into your pyjamas - an oversized shirt and shorts - before proceeding with your night time skincare routine. For a moment, you contemplated taking a shower but rule against it, not wanting to prolong your night time routine. No more than fifteen minutes later, you were out of the en suite bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for bed but giggle at the sight of James already tucked under the covers. He looks so cosy and innocent, it almost makes you forget about his devious behaviour earlier on. 

“All ready?” James asks with his usual boyish grin and sits up, allowing the covers to drop from his chest, at which point you quickly realise that James is a liar. He didn’t need to change into anything! All he did was take off his shirt and he was all set for bed! “I changed into comfier pyjama pants, though,” he argues lightly as you slip into the right side of the bed. 

“That’s just half changing!” your retort has him laughing aloud, your flustered state beyond amusing and incredibly adorable in his eyes.

“Am I making you shy, princess?~”

“…No,”  

“Oh yes I am~”

“Go to sleep, James,”

“Not without a goodnight kiss from my angel,” he leans over you with his naked chest on full display and you stutter in embarrassment, “don’t be shy, come and give me a fat smooch~” he puckers his lips above you and awaits your compliance with closed eyes. 

“James—”

“I’m a very patient man, darling, I can do this all night long,”

“No you’re not,”

“Yes I am,”

“You’re not,”

“I am,”

“Not!”

He finally peaks an eye open. Then slowly opens both eyes as he un-puckers his lips to smirk down at you, caged in between his muscular arms as he props himself up with his elbows, “You just like staring at my beautifully muscular chest don’t you?” you watch as his ego inflates to dangerous levels right in front of you, “My tattoos turn you on too, angel?~”

“Oh for goodness sake!” you finally relent and lean upwards, your smile matching his own when you finally capture his lips in his much desired, goodnight kiss. With one arm holding himself up, James uses his spare hand to hold your face in place, prolonging the kiss. You have no choice but to accept his needy demands as your hand searches his bedside table for his lamp switch. 

Morning comes with you groaning in discomfort as a syrupy wetness coats your inner thighs and painful pangs make you want to curl up into a ball. Your bleary morning fog makes the situation difficult to decipher but the realisation soon comes crashing down like a landslide and you lift the covers with a scream, the scent of iron becoming more potent. Beside you, James jumps awake, fully alert as his worried, hazel eyes scan you, trying to discern what may be the problem. 

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks, voice deep and groggy with sleep but dripping in concern.

“James, I’m so sorry,” you sob into your hands  and curl up into yourself, hiding your face away from him. 

“What do you mean?” he reaches forward, inching closer to you in the process and quickly realising what’s wrong when he feels an unusual wetness seep through his thin pyjama pants, “oh angel, don’t be upset, it’s okay,” he coos, gently prying your hands away from your face so he can kiss your forehead tenderly, “it’s normal. Are you okay?” he asks softly, looking over you without an ounce of judgement or anger on his face, only concern and soft, kind, heart-fluttering love in his eyes. 

“Th-the blood—”

“I don’t care about the blood,” he insists gently, “I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” you remain silent from the embarrassment but he’s understanding, “do you want me to get you some painkillers?”

As soon as you give an affirming nod, he’s out of bed and hurrying down the hall. It doesn’t take very long for him to come back to you, a glass of water in one hand and a pack of painkillers in the other. 

“Thank you,” you finally utter with a small smile, still upset at having ruined the sheets but so incredibly grateful for his tolerance. Patiently, he waits for you to take your dosage before he’s sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you into his en suite. 

“Get cleaned up, angel,” he voices into you hair before placing you back on your feet, “I’ll change the sheets in the mean time,” he leaves you with a kiss before you could utter another word of apology. He wasn’t going to take it, he made that very clear, because it wasn’t your fault. And it was nothing a little oxi stain remover couldn’t fix. 

The start to the day wasn’t ideal but James, Remus and Sirius made one of the most agonising and frustrating times of the month for you much more enjoyable. James woke his two lovers up while you were showering in his bathroom, thanking your lucky stars that you bought a spare change of clothes just in case you wanted to shower, and they all made the effort of getting you comfortable. 

James changed his bedsheets and laid a dark coloured towel down for you to lay on top of just to catch any more potential leakage. He made sure you didn’t see his bloodied sheets again too so that you wouldn’t continue feeling guilty and happily took care of the stains away from your line of sight. Sirius worked on breakfast as Remus made you some tea and a hot water bottle and, before James steps out of the flat to buy you period pads, you hear Remus call out helpfully, “look for the long, heavy flow pads and make sure to get the ones with wings,” their thoughtfulness makes you smile. 

“How did you know to get these ones?” you ask when James comes back, panting as he hands you the pack of pads through the door of his en suite. 

“Remus told me, and I heard girls experience heavier flows on the first few days,” his answer draws out a proud smile. You have no doubt you’d be well taken care of in this relationship, though it does make you bashful. 

“Thank you, James,” 

For breakfast Sirius cooked you french toast with strawberries and honey, apparently it was the only good thing he could cook. Remus balanced the sweetness of the meal out with some eggs and toast, while James brought over the tea and hot water bottle Remus had also prepared. Breakfast was pleasant but they boys were insistent that you stay in James’ bed and call if you needed anything. As much as they wanted to spend the full day right by your side, they were preparing to make the announcement of returning their business into full operations and were still taking calls and responding to client emails at home. You didn’t argue, you knew the shop was important to them so you didn’t want to be a burden. 

The day drags by and you know they’ve made it clear that you could freely call out to them whenever but the hours drag by and they haven’t heard a single peep. They didn’t mean to lose their full attention in their work; it’s been so long since they were last filled with the motivation to keep up with their business that emails and paperwork on equipment orders had piled up significantly so they were swamped. Thankfully they were finally inspired enough that the work didn’t feel laborious. Unfortunately, that meant seeing them in their element though James’ open doorway and shying away from redirecting their attention back to you. 

It wasn’t until you willed yourself to walk to their kitchen that you finally caught their attention. All phone calls, email responses and paperwork filing was stopped as soon as you stepped into their line of sight when your craving for a snack became too much. They had gone for a quick shop to buy you an array of snacks from sweet to savoury that morning and had left the bag on their kitchen counter. You were just reaching for the bag when Remus caught your wrist and swept you up into his arms in order to carry you back into James’ bed. 

All three of them felt incredibly guilty for having neglected you, unintentional or not, they even neglected themselves in the process by prioritising their work and forgetting about lunch. In Remus’ head, everything circled back to the night before as a chain of linked events. As you laid in bed, curled up and nibbling on a chocolate bar, you watch and listen as Remus scolds the two about how, if the outburst didn’t happen, they wouldn’t have asked you to stay the night, you wouldn’t have agreed and you wouldn’t have had to suffer from their incompetent care. Remus was being too hard on himself, which reflected directly onto Sirius and James.

“This is why I said we needed to be careful and. To. Be. Patient,” Remus snarls under his breath, almost growling at Sirius and James who stand at the foot of the bed. James nods with a disappointed sigh as Sirius crosses his arms and huffs in defiance. They’re developing a bad habit of speaking about you when you’re still in the same room but, at least, it means their thoughts are open to you.

“I didn’t see you complain when you watched James and I practically devouring her sweet little mouth yesterday,” Sirius’ challenging comment makes the tips of James’s ears turn visibly pink as an embarrassing heat climbs up your neck to bloom across the apples of your cheeks. Interestingly, James can barks and bites to his heart’s content with you but if anybody else brings it up, it seems that bashfulness isn’t far behind. 

Remus shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, “don’t start now, Sirius—”  

“—I-I don’t mind, we��re all learning to love together and I know how important the tattoo parlour is to all of you so I really don’t mind…” you interrupt their bickering with flushed cheeks and shy eyes, unprepared for the reaction you would receive. 

Remus snaps his full attention towards you in that moment. Your words were innocent and you look the picture of virtue, shy and sweet as you peer up at them with glittering doe eyes and a small smile. Remus doesn’t think anybody else could be more beautiful than you right now. You appreciate his passions, you support it even, you’re understanding, you’re kind, you’re loving, you’re sweet and you’re so incredibly lovable, he wants to keep you away from the rest of the world forever, selfishly keeping you for himself. He wonders if you know how much of a tease you’ve been to him this whole, working him up over and over and over again until he finally snaps.  

Morals and patience be damned — he can’t resist you anymore. 

Remus’ face carries an unreadable expression as he gives a slow exhale and strides over to you. Sirius and James watch from where they stood, unmoving but with sly smiles on their lips — they know you’re the perfect image of Remus’ weaknesses bundled into one being and they both knew this was coming. It was about time… they applaud him though, he has more patience than them — but he had more desires too. 

It all happens too fast for you to register but Remus was quickly looming over you, propped up by a hand on the bed as his other gripped at your chin. His eyes were piercing and held such promise within them, un-breaking and passionate, that you couldn’t look away. 

“Don’t tempt me, beautiful girl,” his voice lowers several octaves and is underpinned by a hypnotising vibration that corrupts your limbs with minor tremors and a ferocious heat. Shamelessly, he captures your lips in a soft and tender kiss, an antithesis to the dark gleam in his feral eyes, “I’m not above making a mess in the bedroom,” you gasp at the implication and, for a moment, your cramps become pleasantly arousing. Again, Remus can’t help but hold your lips hostage in an increasingly impassioned embrace. He greedily eats up your pretty moans, the muffled sounds going straight to his groin and making his smart trousers uncomfortably tight — a prickling warning to his precarious conduct, “so be a good girl and sit pretty until after you get over this, okay?” he utters roughly against your lips. 

He’ll wait just a little bit longer…it’ll be worth it.

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A/N : goodness me, this was so much harder to write than previous chapters, i kept changing so many things but i think i'm satisfied with the final product, i hope you darlings do too~ the next chapter will be a pretty big one i think, so i won't be posting it for a while, however, i may post short additional imagines/scenarios for this series that don't necessarily follow the chronological order just to satiate some of you XD anywho~ i hope you darlings enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one

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