Pairing - Poly!Moonwater x reader
This if my first ever poly piece so let me know if you like it. Requested by @alittlechaotics-blog so I hope you enjoy! âşď¸
Your boys are so pathetically in love with you.
âYouâre so pretty.â
âRem, you canât even see me!â
A long sigh followed the accusation, as well as a, âwhich is currently a big issue for me,â and then a trail of giggles from you.
For a month the three of you had been dying to get some one on one time, some quiet time, a break from it all. It had been weeks since youâd all shared a bed together for a full night or even eaten dinner as a group. And it wasnât for lack of trying either. Multiple times there had been dates in the diaries, heels on feet and at the last minutes something, anything, had popped up.
First it was missions. Hundreds of them. Day and night. Too many really. By the time any of you had gotten back from a mission, the idea of getting dressed up and going out again sounded frankly disgusting. If anything, they seemed to drain the intimacy out of a person, too grossed out by whatever horrors theyâd just seen.
Then it was Regulusâs âbloody brotherâ. Since escaping the hell hole that housed the screaming matriarch of the Black family, both brothers had become increasingly close. Which seemed, for your relationship, both a blessing and a curse. Whilst it did mean Regulus had become much more affectionate, it also meant that there were other things to organise. Namely, Sirius. By his orders, the two of them had to spend at least one night together a week. No cancellations (or else). On numerous occasions it had been pointed out that that was more time than both you and Remus got with Regulus. Combined. This objection was merely shrugged off with a âwell, I guess thatâs a you problem,â.
So now, as you took a final glance in the mirror, you really couldnât blame Remus for being quite so desperate to get the evening started. You could see that to him, once the night started it could not, would not, be stopped. Frankly, you agreed. That hadnât stopped you however, from taking the extra few minutes to make sure neither of the boys had seen you get ready. Which really was quite cruel of you, seeing as that part of the night had often been described as their âabsolute favouriteâ.
But now, you thought, it should have been worth it. You stood in front of the floor length mirror dressed in the same dress you had worn on your first ever date with them. Although it had obviously become slightly snug at the hips (nothing a quick charm wonât fix), it still held the same charm, the same romance. It held memories of that night, although definitely not perfect, still wonderful, still yours.
You could shuffles coming from behind the door, as well as some overly dramatic sighs, before a new pair of footsteps made their way to the hallway with a groan.
âWould you quit huffing and puffing and just open the door?â came the disgruntled drone of your more impatient boyfriend.
âShe might be changing, Reg. I donât want to interrupt the process!â
A brief pause echoed between them, followed by a sigh and the words, âYouâve seen her less than naked more than a million times, Remus. Now is not the time to get shy.â.
Then a light knock sounded at the door and searching grey eyes found their way to your delicate frame. The question of âAre you nearly ready?â seemed to just die on his lips as they parted to take in your figure. A rush of air flooded from his mouth, soon breathing in your ethereal beauty, your winning smile.
He was soon pushed aside by your honey coloured boyfriend, desperate to get a glimpse of the show. Golden eyes drooping in comfort as he took you in. Honestly, it was all quite pathetic and thatâs why you loved it.
No words were spoken for a few seconds, and then Remus took a step forward, rested his hands upon your face and breathed out, âI knew youâd be pretty.â.
âIsnât she always?â, came the response.
