i’m just obsessed with the idea of poly!wolfstar having sex for the first time except remus and reader have been together for longer time so it’s a lot of remus telling sirius what she likes fbsibxkakx
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cw: smut mdni
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 714 words
“Sweetheart,” Remus’ voice is gentle, oh so gentle, as Sirius fucks into you, “you’ve got to tell him what you want.”
You look up at your boyfriend with wet eyes, fucked out and frustrated from chasing after the orgasm that keeps slipping away from you. You want Sirius to just know what you want, the way Remus does, even if you know it’s not fair to expect that of him. It feels mean to give Sirius directions. Like you’re saying he’s not good enough.
Remus doesn’t have the same reservations. When you don’t speak up, he turns to Sirius and tells him plainly, “She likes it harder than that.”
At the foot of the bed, Sirius’ eyebrows go up. “Yeah?” He looks at you. And there’s nothing unkind about his stare, but you still shy a bit under the weight of it. “Sorry, gorgeous, I didn’t want to hurt you. Tell me if this is better.”
The next time he pulls out, Sirius slams back into you with so much force you’re sure his cock has gotten lodged somewhere in your stomach. You arch, a choked-off cry leaving your lips.
Sirius huffs a laugh. “Suppose that’s my answer.”
“That’s it, yeah.” Remus brushes the hair from your face, his touch comforting as you reach around blindly for his cock, desperate to give something back. You’d started out asking to go down on him, but Remus hadn’t thought it was a good idea to have your mouth around him while you and Sirius were only learning your way around each other for the first time. So instead, you’re lying on his lap with your legs spread for Sirius. The way you’re feeling now, you think Remus made the right call.
“Don’t be afraid to get a bit rough with her,” he says. “She likes it.”
Sirius grins at that. “Oh, yeah?” His grip tightens on your hips, squeezing meanly. “Is that true, pretty girl? You into that?”
You think maybe all language has been jostled out of your head. You can only whine as Remus catches your hand before you can tug down the elastic waistband of his boxers, his thumb stroking over your knuckles despite the bulge you can see right beside you.
Your body answers Sirius’ question for you, anyway. His fingers tighten even more, blunt nails biting into your skin as he hisses, “Fuck, baby.”
Remus chuckles and kisses your white knuckles.
“Fuck, Remus, can you—ah—can you get her leg for me? I want to—”
Thankfully for you both, Remus knows what Sirius means before he has to fumble his way through getting it all out. Remus reaches sideways, grasping the underside of your knee and pulling it up by your chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sirius pants, and then he’s fucking you even deeper than before, harder too, the dull, satisfying pain intensifying until your vision blurs. You twist your fingers in the hem of Remus’ boxers and hold on for dear life. “That’s perfect. You’re so perfect, pretty girl, does he tell you that enough? Fuck, Rem, we should—we should put a mirror on the ceiling so she can see how she looks like this.”
“Maybe we should,” Remus hums. He smiles down at you, and the last bit of sense in your brain dissolves like sugar into tea. “You’re doing so well, love. You’re being so good for us.”
When you look back on it later, you won’t be entirely sure which of you he’s talking to, but that doesn’t stop you from going warm all over in the moment. Sirius’ fucking gets more frenzied as you get worked up, until you’re trying to get Remus out of his boxers again, feeling frantic with the certainty that the climax you’d just been chasing is now chasing you.
“I can—I want to—” You try, distressed when he again catches your wrist in a firm grip. “—want to help you—”
“Shh, I know, sweetheart.” Remus strokes the inside of your knee. “Let’s get a couple out of you first, and then once you get used to Sirius, we can try. Yeah?” He looks at Sirius. “Think you can manage?”
Sirius scoffs. He hikes your other leg up higher. “Don’t patronize me. I had a bit of a learning curve, but I’ve got her now.”
Reasons Why Treasure Should Be Allowed to Date Black & Lupin
poly!wolfstar x Crouch!reader who conducts a very important meeting [789 words]
AN: well here you go, Crouch!reader freaks (positive & affectionate). I tried.
CW: fem!reader, siblings, one mention of stroke inducing news, wishing fathers death, background rosewaterkiller, fluff
“Hello, everyone. Welcome.” You greeted primly, despite the fact that you were currently standing in your brother’s living room with his two boyfriends, Sirius, and Remus. “Thank you for attending the short meeting entitled Reasons Why Treasure Should Be Allowed to Date Black and Lupin.”
Remus and Sirius didn’t dare move, but with this, Regulus leaned further into Evan - whose lap he was already sitting in - as he muttered. “Is this really necessary?”
“Yeah, Treasure, we’re all adults here; you’re allowed to date whoever you want.” Evan offered with a snort of laughter.
“You shut your whore mouth, Rosier!” Barty spat near viciously.
Regulus shook his head with a sigh as Evan muttered with a roll of his eyes. “So…we’re in this kind of mood today, hm?”
“Well, now, hang on.” Sirius ventured, leaning back in his chair. “Let the witch speak.”
You beamed at him before quickly flipping the page of your muggle style easel-sized pad of paper.
“Reason number one,” you read aloud, slapping the paper with the tip of your wand as if it were a pointer, “Barty gets to have two boyfriends, so why can’t I?”
“That’s a fair point.” Remus offered, sharing a nod of agreement with Evan.
“She’s got you there, Bee.” Regulus responded, causing a disbelieving sound to leave his boyfriend’s lips.
“She does not have me there you sod!” He screeched before turning his attention back to you. “The difference is that my boyfriends are Regulus and Evan!”
You nodded slowly and dramatically at your brother as though he were a fussy nursery school kid who finally told you that the sky was, indeed, blue. “Right, so you’re dating a Black and a quiet, broody type-”
“Now, I wouldn’t say I’m exactly broody…” Remus tried to argue, only for Sirius to place a conciliatory hand on his knee.
“You’re definitely broody, babe.”
“Excellent point, Treasure. What’s the next argument?” Regulus prompted, earning him another smile from you and another scowl from your brother as you flipped to the next page.
“Reason number two: Barty’s not the boss of me.”
With this, Evan and Regulus began snapping their fingers as though they were at a poetry slam.
“I don’t like this game.” Barty pouted as he sat back in his chair, the picture of dejection as he crossed his arms rather petulantly.
“But wait!” You cheered, bending your knees and holding your hands out expectantly. “There’s more.”
Remus thought you looked like a car salesman in one of those muggle commercials as they told the viewers all about the various features of the newest model they were desperate to get off of their lot. He was thoroughly enamoured.
Finally, you flipped to (what Remus really hoped to be) the last page before reading it aloud. “Reason number three: dad will be furious.”
The room fell quiet at that, seeing Remus and Sirius sharing a cautious look with each other before they turned their attention to your brother; his eyes narrowed and one hand covering his mouth as he considered you.
“Explain.” He prompted, and you seemed entirely too eager to do so.
“If a poor - sorry Remus - halfblood Welshman wasn’t bad enough,” you began, shooting a malevolent smile in your brother’s direction, “I’ll also be dating, not only a Black, but the disgraced Black; a blood-traitor.”
Evan and Regulus shared a knowing look of their own before turning their attention back to their boyfriend and their boyfriend’s sister, and Remus felt…hopeful.
“I don’t think dad will be mad enough about Lupin.” Barty stated then, causing your eyes to flit over to Remus’.
Remus shared a quick look with Sirius before looking back at you, your eyebrow arched in question before he offered you one curt nod; his permission.
“He’s also a werewolf.”
With this, Regulus’ face contorted into what could only be described as a downright diabolical smile as Evan began cackling, and Barty’s hand fell away from his face in order to expose his mouth hanging ajar.
“Yeah?” You asked Barty, clearly reading his shock for what it was. “It’s good, right? This is stroke material, Bee. This might finally do him in.”
Barty’s eyes flit between you and your - hopefully soon to be official - boyfriends before he seemed to come to some decision.
“I get to be there when you tell him.”
“Deal.” You agreed quickly, holding out your hand which he quickly accepted into a formal handshake.
“He works at the ministry, though, he’ll likely already know about my status as a lycanthrope.” Remus explained ruefully, grimacing slightly at the prospect of having ruined some of Barty’s ‘fun’.
Except Barty simply let out a bark of laughter.
“So we won’t even need to preface the news! Oh gods, this is brilliant.”
summary: After your breakup with Remus and a very heated argument with Sirius, you seemed inclined to spend the rest of the summer sequestered in the confines of your room. But one intervention from your brother and a music swap meet help you three mend the unnecessary heartbreak that came with your misunderstanding.
tags: fem!reader, potter!reader. hurt/comfort mostly with some miscommunication. lots of snobby music opinions.
a/n: not entirely sure if i like this, but yay! finally posted the poly!wolfstar with potter!reader! fic! like always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! enjoy xx
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James sighed for what felt like the millionth time since summer began, once again desperately trying to suppress the knot in his stomach. He watched through the window as Remus and Sirius walked around the manor’s massive garden, both radiating a sadness equal or heavier than the one in his own chest. He brought a hand to his wild curls and turned his back to the window, his eyes following the faint melodies radiating from two rooms over. You.
He walked out of his room and listened to you moving and shuffling around inside yours, humming quietly to the record playing in your turntable. What was his plan? He wasn’t sure, but he definitely knew that misery loved company and he wasn’t going to let you sit and let your own sadness swallow you whole.
“Hi,” He said, opening the door to find you perched next to your window. Your sad eyes glued to what he knew to be Remus and Sirius outside. Still, he asked, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head, putting your cigarette out. James made a mental note to remind you to put on a candle in case your mother came snooping in. “Well, rearranging my records. I’m planning on going to town later for a swap meet.”
James nodded and walked to your bed, where said records laid in three piles. He reckoned they all meant something as he grabbed one from the bulkiest bunch, the cover a yellow tone with a pretty looking woman in the center. He immediately recognized it, a record you had been looking for throughout muggle London and the one he had helped Remus get for you. Most of them, really. He looked up only to meet your gaze as you studied him cautiously.
“Remus gave you these.” He pointed, sorting through them all with the heaviness in his chest getting impossibly unbearable. “Why are you–”
“Why do you think, James?”
“Surely there’s a better way to go on about this.” The boy frowned and you scoffed, trying to show off disinterest, but he knew better. He knew that slight purse to your lips. “Angel, you love these. What’s next? Your guitar? Half your closet?”
You seemed to swallow your anger as you walked away from the window, “And what am I supposed to do with them?” He immediately noticed the glossiness in your eyes.
He supposed this was a long time coming. The day you and Remus broke up, you had been unusually calm, an exact opposite to his own unusual dramatic reaction. Since then, you had kept to yourself, a ghost haunting the walls of Gryffindor Tower and now your own home, refusing to coexist in the same room as Remus and Sirius. And well, James can’t really blame you.
“I… I know it was the right thing to do, I just didn’t think it would hurt like this,” You began, biting your trembling lip. “But, I suppose it hurt him even more to continue, well, staying with me.” You shrugged, walking towards your turntable, fingers itching to change the record.
James handed you the one in his hands, you eyed it quickly, a glint of melancholy in your eyes as you scanned the sleeve. He watched you switch the record and put the other one in the pile he knew to be the ones you were planning to get rid of.
Well, I’ll be damned. Here comes your ghost again, but that’s not unusual… it’s just that the moon is full and you happened to call…
“Fuck, that’s depressing.” James muttered and your mood had lifted enough to chuckle at his comment. “You willingly listen to this?”
“As opposed to what? ABBA?”
“Don’t you dare say anything bad about them!” James dramatically pointed at you and your smile widened, never willing to miss the chance to rile him up. “I’ll have you know—”
“Pestering your sister again, James?” Asked Lily, who had been walking past your room when she heard your animated voices.
When she heard your quiet chuckles, she wondered if you miraculously managed to fix things with Remus and Sirius, only to find James pathetically helping you feel better. Had it not been by her intervention, she was sure it would’ve probably ended up with you in tears and a very distressed James holding back his own, always weak to seeing his sister cry. And well, the not picking sides rule be damned, Lily was not going to sit back and watch you shut everyone out, especially over a foolish misunderstanding. If Remus and Sirius were willing to back each other up instead of clearing things with you, Lily was going to back you up and make sure you wouldn’t resort back to your old habits of solitude.
“It’s his default Jamie scheme, I believe.” You answered instead of him, busying yourself packing the records inside your trunk. James sent Lily an imploring look. “Morning, Lils.”
“Morning, honey. What’re those for?”
“Swap meet.” You commented, your eyes quickly looking up to meet her gaze only to immediately return to your task.
James cleared his throat then mouthed something very, very dramatically that Lily didn’t understand.
“What?” She mouthed back, her eyes quickly snapped to your form, thankful that you were too inside your head to notice them. “What?”
“Go with her.” He whispered very lowly, the redhead rolled her eyes. “Lils, please.”
“James, I don’t– What would I even do?”
“Just talk to her.”
“Merlin, you both are worse than mum and dad.” You muttered, turning to them with crossed arms. “It’s okay, really. It’ll be really quick, just dropping them off and picking some new ones if they strike my fancy. Not even gonna roam around.”
“But–”
“James. It’s alright, really. I don’t need to be coddled, I promise I’ll be fine.” You sent him a tight-lipped smile that made James wince visibly. You turned to Lily. “But, we can listen to the new ones after I return, if you want.”
She seemed taken by surprise at your offer, “Oh– Yes, of course.” You smiled at her, this time with a sincerity that she appreciated.
A silence followed, and you, seemingly done trying to be coerced into talking about your situation, continued finishing packing your trunk. James and Lily shared a concerned look, but didn’t try to pry again, they’ve learned long enough to know you would come around sooner or later, and by the looks of it, you were inclined in putting off that conversation for as long as possible.
When Mrs. Potter came to shepherd everyone down for breakfast, no one missed the way you visibly tensed at the prospect of sharing another uncomfortable moment with Remus and Sirius. It did not come as a surprise when you made an excuse to get off breakfast, and after your mother worriedly packed you a light meal for the bus ride, you walked out the door with your trunk full of vinyls, and if they dared to look more inside of it, they would find your feelings also buried deep in between your favorite records.
“Hello,” Said Sirius as he walked towards his seat, Remus close behind. James had to bite his tongue to not give them a piece of his mind right then and there. “Oh, everything smells absolutely exquisite, mum.”
Euphemia smiled, “Why, thank you, my dear. I’m glad some of my children still think family breakfast is a pleasing activity.” At this, she gave James a very pointed look.
“Oi, why are you looking at me?”
“Well, I have to look at someone since your sister just completely disregarded us.”
At this, both Sirius and Remus looked up from their plates, “Where’s dov– y/n?” He asked, eyebrows pinched confusedly.
“Wouldn’t you plonkers want to know?”
“She left a little while ago for a swap meet, something about looking for new records?” Lily explained, then nudged her boyfriend with a frown. “Behave.” She whispered.
“New records?” Echoed Monty as he occupied his own seat, having walked in time to hear the conversation. “She’s got her room filled to the ceiling with only Merlin knows how many of those things and went on to seek for more, a greedy one, your sister.”
“Well,” James began and Lily sent him a wide-eyed look as she gripped his hand hard under the table, a warning that almost worked. “I wouldn’t say new records, she’s more like giving some away to make room for the new ones.” He gave Remus a very pointed look, and Lily groaned.
“What?” Remus asked, the frown in his eyebrows deepened as he shared a look with Sirius.
“Which records is she giving away, exactly?” Asked Sirius then, a slight edge to his voice.
“You can take a guess.”
“Oh, God.” Mumbled Lily into her hands. “James if you’re going to throw your sister under the bus the least you can do is be direct about it.”
“I’m quite finished, actually.” James smiled, then placed a quick kiss over Lily’s furrowed eyebrows. “Pass me the bread, lovie?”
No one missed the way both Remus and Sirius stayed silent the entirety of breakfast.
—
“You must be joking, this is a Patti Smith original in perfect conditions.”
“It’s signed by some Remus bloke, that don’t look like perfect conditions to me.”
You scoffed. “Aren’t heartfelt dedications worth anything these days?”
The guy began to roll his eyes, but they landed on the little basket at your feet. “Maybe try with the Joan Baez and it’s yours.”
“What?” You followed his gaze, “That one is non negotiable.”
“No deal then.” He tsked, and you scoffed once again with a roll of your eyes. “Alright, if you’re not going to take anything, please make room for the rest.”
You gasped in offense but still picked your basket and walked away with decisive strides. Your eyes examined the rest of the stands for something to catch your eye, then you studied the ones left in your little collection. Most of them weren’t worth much, based on what the snobby git told you, the dedications in them made them almost impossible to be traded. Suddenly you felt even angrier at Remus and his loving, gentle ways.
“Prick.”
“I’m inclined to agree, love, that Patti Smith is worth more than that ratty Ram and Love In a Mist.”
“Fuck,” You jumped, but Sirius only smiled at you, corners of his lips turned up in a bemused smirk. When your heart returned to its normal rhythm, you frowned at him. “What the fuck, Sirius?”
“I mean, Paul is not even the superior Beatle, not sure how much that bloke thinks that record is worth, honestly he missed a great deal.”
“He said the– I’m not having this conversation again, Sirius. Paul is most definitely the superior Beatle.”
Sirius raised his hands in surrender, “I’m just making you a case, I think you should go back and reopen the negotiations.” His grey eyes scanned you cautiously, when they landed on your basket something glum took over his face. “Or maybe it’s a sign to stop with this little crusade. Do you really want to get rid of these?”
“Why are you here, Sirius?”
“James said you’d be here, and I’ve been meaning to grow my own collection, so…”
Your eyes quickly traveled over his empty hands, then irked an eyebrow at him, “Right… and where are the records you’re swapping?”
“I… I wanted to talk to you.” He finally said, suddenly not brave enough to meet your eyes. You felt your ribcage recoiling with dread, but you allowed yourself to feel a bit hopeful as you scanned his nervous stance. “I don’t know what was said between you and Remus but I can’t stand you shutting us out–”
“It’s not like I’m enjoying it either, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes, then turned to him with such harshness that you almost hit his chest with the basket in your arms. An apology almost slipped past your lips at the sad upturn of his lips, but you recovered quickly. “I will get over it, it’s just…”
When your voice unexpectedly wavered, something inside Sirius’ heart crumbled, “Oh, love… That’s the thing, there’s nothing for you to get over from,” He was quick to thumb a rogue tear that cascaded down your cheek.
“What?” You whispered, voice impossibly small and eyes fighting to not shed more tears.
Sirius frowned, and took a minute to look into your eyes, his own a very sad shade of grey. Your hold on the basket loosened, hanging limply between you as he reached to gently cradle your face in his hands. By the anxious way you chewed on your lower lip, you seemed as scared as Sirius felt, his hands shook slightly when he placed a soft, quick kiss on the corner of your lips. Thankfully, you caught yourself before you could reach and full-on kiss his lips, the previous dreadful feeling in your chest morphed into anger as you stepped back from his hold.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You spat roughly, not allowing him to walk closer as he looked at you with evident despair in his eyes. “I’m not going to be a silly pawn in your and Remus’ game, Sirius. I’m not.”
“You’re not, sweetheart. I– Okay, maybe this is not the way to go and I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough, alright? You… You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever met, you almost rival James in that aspect, always putting everyone’s feelings and needs before yours, but breaking up with your boyfriend so he can be with someone else? Who the fuck does that?”
You chuckled dryly. “So that’s what this is about? You’re having a moral crisis, Sirius?” His lips parted in surprise at the edge of your voice, but he knew better to interrupt the verbal onslaught you seemingly had been holding back for weeks. “Shall I put your mind at ease, then? I did not break up with Remus so he can have free rein to run to you, I did it because it hurt me too much to be with him knowing I wanted to be with you too and viceversa, and I was not going to make my life a living hell with doubts and uncertainty, maintaining a lie that not only I fabricated but one he did as well, which is why I decided to step back, alright? So no, I’m not selfless just very, very confused. Now, if you could just leave me alone, both of you, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
Sirius let out a sharp exhale, his eyes studying your angry movements as you shoved the basket into his arms and walked away without waiting for him to speak. He supposed that was a long time coming, but the ache that came with your words was something he was not prepared for.
—
You had no qualms in full-on sobbing onto your knees, chest shredding to pieces with every ragged exhale. The late, chilly afternoon in your mother’s garden presented you with the opportunity of privacy as you finally allowed your confused feelings to come to the surface, the images of Remus’ teary cheeks when you broke up with him, and Sirius’ dejected frown from that afternoon were burnt deep in your mind whenever you closed your eyes.
“Oh, dovey.”
You felt your heart abruptly skipping a beat when you looked up and met Remus’ sad amber eyes, Sirius already making a move to sit next to you at the feet of the tree you used to hide away from spying eyes. A hand came to your view as he gently thumbed your tears away, and you mustered all your strength to move your face away from his loving ministrations, you knew another act of love from either of them would surely make you cry harder. A sad, throaty sound came from Sirius’ lips when you rejected his intentions, and Remus seemed to snap into action.
“What–” You began, your voice hoarse and eyes widened as you watched him kneel in front of you. “What are you doing?”
“Sirius told me what you said at the swap meet.”
You sent him an accusatory glare, but Remus reached and held your face in his scarred hands, a gesture so deep rooted in both of you from your year long relationship that made your mind go blank at the familiarity of his touch. Remus, for his part, seemed relieved that you hadn’t pushed him away yet.
“I don’t care, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He whispered, making a point of searching for your eyes when you looked down. “I just wish you hadn’t kept that part out when you talked to me.”
“And what was I supposed to say? That whenever I saw you two interact I was burning with jealousy because I wanted either of you to look at me that way?” You spat, but sighed dejectedly at the frowns in their faces. “I… I will get over it, alright? Just give me a couple of months–”
“Get over what, exactly, lovely?”
Something inside of you seemed to snap at the gentleness in his tone, paired with Sirius’ tender hold around your body, it was too much. You swallowed your incoming sob, and looked down at your calloused fingers.
“At the idea of… of us, I guess. Of a possible future with either of you, I… I rather see you two together and happy, than being an imposition.” You mumbled, very determined to not look into their eyes, you supposed your heart had taken too many blows as of lately to add another to the tally. “I was usually so good at keeping it together, hidden away and secure to not let anyone know. But lately… lately it has gotten so hard, and none of you seemed to make a move either, so I did what needed to be done.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, dove. I– Alright, it’s time for you to hear us out, okay?”
You nodded mutely, eyes in a daze as Remus refused to let go of your face, his palms now slightly damp from your cascading tears.
“There’s not a single possibility of a happy relationship between me and Moony if you’re not part of it.” Began Sirius, and your lips parted in surprise when you met his own teary gaze. “I am so stupidly in love with both of you that it physically hurt me, and I get how that could’ve confused some people, but it was never a matter of jealousy, alright? We all just wanted each other so desperately we completely mucked it all up.”
“And,” Remus continued, a tiny, shy smile now in his face as he lovingly watched you and Sirius’ intertwined hands. “We can’t possibly hold against you the way it all went down, sweet girl, if anything, we are so deeply sorry for the way we let it all get so tangled up and not immediately try to clear up our feelings. You didn’t do anything wrong for having feelings for both of us, and your confusion is very understandable, I hope you can forgive me for not fighting harder to make you understand.”
“What? No, I–” Your free hand reached for his own cheek, your movements earnest as you searched for his amber eyes. “I’m sorry for getting so ahead of myself, I should’ve said something, I… I’m the one that messed it all up, jumping to conclusions that could have easily been cleared up, but… I guess it’s not too late?”
Sirius’ forefinger paused his tracing of ghost figures on the inside of your wrist, he brought it to his lips and kissed it softly before speaking, “We’re the ones that should be asking you that, sweetheart.”
You smiled shyly before shaking your head. A breathy chuckle left Remus’ lips, his smile was the last thing you saw before he kissed your lips firmly, then proceeded to place several little ones all over your face, your shared giggles music to Sirius’ ears as he watched you both. When you broke apart, you wasted no time in lovingly nosing Sirius’ cheek, his arm around you tightened as he brought you impossibly closer and finally kissed your lips like he had wanted to do since that time you stayed with him all night at the Potters’ living room the night he ran away from home. His heart burst to the seams when he broke away, and you seemed to completely give up on trying to hold back your happy giggles. When Remus kissed his lips at the same time you kissed his cheek, Sirius was glad he was sitting down because he probably would’ve passed out right then and there, there was only so much his heart could take in one day.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He said breathlessly, reaching behind Remus for the basket you had given him. A blush seemed to take over most of his face as he placed it between you three. “Love, you can’t go around leaving these anywhere, this collection is too important for it to land on the wrong hands. Imagine if the snobby arsehole had gotten a hold of it?”
You laughed, immediately reaching inside to scan your records in case any of them were missing. “‘M sorry, that was rather dramatic of me.”
“No need to be sorry, dove.” Said Remus breezily, his own eyes scanning each sleeve you took out. “It gave Sirius time to do some scouring of his own, didn’t you, love?”
At this, Sirius seemed to flush harder. “Yes, I… I managed to make a great deal with that bloke and,” He reached inside the basket and singled one out, you gasped as he handed it to you. “You seemed very excited for this one, so…”
Both Sirius and Remus’ insides turned soft and mushy at the sight of your widened eyes and even bigger smile. The record in your hands had become one almost impossible pursuit of yours for years, after having heard your endless complaints on how desperately you wished to own it ever since they met you. Your smile was blinding as you scanned Marianne Faithful’s Love in a Mist album and traced a delicate finger over the title of the front sleeve. What made you gasp again though, was the delicate, heartfelt dedication in the corner of the sleeve.
To the most wonderful, beautiful, kindest and talented girl we’ve ever met. When love comes so strong, there is no right or wrong, your love is our own. Sincerely yours, R&S xx.
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.
Summary: You and Remus buy ugly Christmas sweaters and Sirius has some strong feelings about it.
Poly!Wolfstar x Reader| Established Relationship | 1.1K Words
CW: Muggle AU
A/N: I left readers ugly Christmas sweater's description out so you guys can imagine whatever fits you best <3
"What the hell is that!?" Sirius exclaims, as he walks into your flat.
"It's nice to see you, too." Remus replies dryly, from his spot on the couch.
Sirius gives him an exacerbated look, before walking over to give the poor boy a kiss. If Remus was any more mean, he'd refuse the kiss, make him work for it, but he really is happy to see him.
"They're ugly Christmas sweaters!" You happily shout on your way out of the kitchen, a tray of tea and biscuits in your hands. Wearing an ugly Christmas of your own.
"Aren't they great!! Remus and I picked them up this afternoon!" You cheer, setting the tray down on the coffee table before reaching up to kiss Sirius sweetly on the cheek.
"There's one in that bag for you!" Pure excitement pours out of you as you point to the bag beside the coffee table, next to Remus' feet.
"There is no way, that I am wearing one of those." Sirius states, matter of factly.
"You're not even going to look at it?" The pout on your lips is over-exaggerated.
You had anticipated that this would happen. In fact, it took a wild amount of begging and pouting to get Remus to agree to buy them.
"Okay. I'll look at it, but I'm making no promises." He says, pointing his finger at you, feigning seriousness.
From the look on your face, Sirius knows his heart would allow him to do anything for you; even wear the ugliest piece of fabric he has ever laid eyes on.
As he pulls it from the bag he is met with the brightest red he has ever seen. It has plastic boughs of holly sewed onto it haphazardly, scattered over the entire thing, even the back. There are dark, red velvet bows in all the spaces in between. To top it all off, it has small tuffs of silver tinsel thrown on in random and unorganized places.
"Do you like it!?" You exclaim with a giggle.
Sirius tries to keep the horror off his face, for your sake.
"Well, it certainly matches its namesake." Sirius reasons.
"Remus picked it out! He said it would look perfect on you." You smile up at him.
"I bet he did." Sirius says dryly, looking at Remus with a scowl. Remus only offers a sly smile that he hides behind his mug of tea.
"Go on! Try it on!" You say, oblivious to the mischeif infront of you.
"I don't know, doll. It looks a bit small, no?" Sirius tries.
"No. We double checked, it's your size. Try it on!" You encourage.
"It kind of clashes with my outfit, maybe I should try it on later." Sirius tries again, desperate.
"If you don't like it, that's alright." You say, a real pout making it's way onto your face.
"You don't have to wear it of your really don't want to." You say in a sad whisper, reaching your hands out to take the sweater from Sirius. "We can give it to James, I know he'll like it."
If your sad demener wasn't enough to convince Sirius to put on the sweater, that statment was.
No way is he going to make you sad AND loose an imagninary battle against James.
"No! No that's okay. I'll put in on."
And with that, Sirius fights against every moral he's ever had, which isn't a lot if he's being honest.
"Really!" The pout a distant memory, replaced with the a smile which resembles that of sunshine.
Remus stiffles a laugh as Sirius presents himself begrogingly, armed in the uglist thing he has ever worn.
"Awe, see I knew you'd look lovely wearing it!" You practily swoon.
"Wait here. I'm going to go get the carmera." You say, running off to go find the camera.
As soon as you're out of ear shot Sirius lets out a dramatic sigh, sulking over to the couch and slumping next to Remus.
"Well don't you look beautiful!" Remus exclaims, slightly sarcastic, far too happy for Sirius' liking.
"Shut up." He grumbles, kissing Remus' shoulder before resting his head on it, leaning fully into Remus. Remus chuckles fondly under his breathe.
"I couldn't say no either." He says softly. "All she had to do was look up at me with her big, sad eyes and I was asking which one she liked best."
"She could persuade us to do anything with those eyes." Sirius agrees, sitting up.
"At least yours is semi-decant." Sirius says, his hand jestering to Remus' sweater.
Remus had to agree, he was the least ... out there. His is a dark green grandpa style sweater, with bright green garland and multi-coloured lights wrapping around the middle. Remus releases a genuine laugh.
"Y/N said this one suited me best. And before you start complaining, mine lights up and sings."
Sirius gives Remus and his sweater a once over, his eyes meeting Remus'. They share a soft laugh, Sirius leaning back into Remus.
They truly would do anything for you, sad eyes or no.
"I found it!" You shout gleefully, from a distant room.
Your appearance being anounced by the sound of your feet thumping excitedly down the hall.
"I found it." You say again, in a softer voice. Your smile causing your eyes to crinkle shut.
"Picture time!" You say, in a sing song voice.
Sirius sigh softly, "Okay, but just, don't show James."
"Too late." Remus interjusts.
Sirius looks at him with a puzzled expression.
"We bought him one too." You say, still very overjoyed. "We dropped it off earlier. He was so excited, so was Lily!"
"She was practically speechless." Remus interjucts, with slight sarcasm that you miss.
"His had a plush reindeer sticking out from the middle, and it's nose glowed! And sings!" You practically shout, your excitment growing even more.
"Oh! That reminds me! Remus' lights up and sings aswell!" You cheer, looking to Sirius.
"Yes! He was telling me all about it while you were gone." Sirius smiles teasingly.
You cast your eyes to the taller man, eyes going soft and sparkley. Your love for him radiating thoughout the whole space. Remus' cheeks flush, closely resembling Sirius sweater.
"Lily and James said they wanted to get a picture of all of us wearings our sweaters." He says softly, trying to devoldge the attention off of him.
"Yeah!" You beam. "I think I may send one to Effie and Monty as well, I know they'll love it!" You smile warmly at the idea.
"Well," Sirius says, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like we're having a photoshoot."
You let out an excited squeal, doing a small jumpy dance.
Remus and Sirius would do anything to see you this happy, even if it means wearing an abomination of a sweater.
You are worth far more than any embarrassment it may cause, especially when you look at them like they're the most beautiful people while wearing them.
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.
hey love, congratulations!! could i request this prompt -“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.” with poly wolfstar
˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; a dogs love (poly!wolfstar x fem!reader)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more” — from fluffy prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, animagus sirius, reader calls sirius ‘siri’ and a ‘good boy’ but only as the dog, (247 words)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; sirius is a dog joke, forgive
— celebrate 1k with me?
you, Remus and Sirius lay cuddled in bed. your head on Remus’ shoulder while Sirius, in his animagus form lay curled into you.
your fingers scratched behind his ears and his tail wagged excitedly, his tail slapped against Remus’ thigh which made you laugh.
Remus on the other hand, had a displeased look on his face, trying to push Sirius away from him but he stayed put—his tail still wacking against Remus.
“good boy, ain’t you Siri?”
that made Remus huff, he rolled his eyes as he watched your hand continue to scratch between Sirius’ ears.
your eyes flicked up from Sirius to meet Remus’ eyes, whispering out to him.
“what’s up?”
but he only shook his head, trailing a hand down Sirius’ back and listening to him rumble in contentment at Remus’ touch.
Sirius however, curled tighter into you if it was even possible. his head rested on your shoulder furthest from Remus, his tail still wagging and slapping against Remus which made you laugh.
meeting Remus’ eyes again you murmured out.
“not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more”
Remus rolled his eyes again, but he wouldn’t try and dispute it. he wasn’t opposed to the sight either, the smile that was always on your face when Sirius got extra cuddly while in his animagus form.
he shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he mumbled back.
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.
