summary: sirius is jealous when he becomes the last of your boyfriends to receive an affectionate pet name
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content: final year of hogwarts, fluff, hurt/comfort, jealous!sirius, sirius-centric imagine, kisses, happy ending
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Sirius wasn’t sure if he had the right to be pissed off at you, but he was.
At first, it was okay. The entire situation had felt like an inside joke between him and James. When you’d created a pet name for Remus, the other two boys had laughed about their shared jealousy. James had teasingly congratulated Remus when you had left, who was more bashful than either of them had ever seen him. Every time you called Remus honey, a knowing glance was shared between the pair.
Remus wasn’t oblivious to their anticipation. He noticed the way their eyes widened whenever they heard the pet name fall softly from your lips, or how their necks would snap in your direction, as if hoping you would be looking at one of them rather than him.
After three weeks, James acknowledged it.
“What made you start calling Remus that, love?” James asked you late one evening, the four of you huddled around the Gryffindor common room, each wrapped up in your own tasks.
You glanced up from your crochet needles, the crease between your brows deepening. You hummed as if to get James to repeat himself, sticking one finger in the guide you’re following, but then you realised what he was asking you and you exhaled amusedly.
“Because it suits him,” you smiled with a shrug.
Before you could return to your attempted crochet, Remus wrapped an arm around you and kissed the side of your head hard. You giggled and leaned into him, nuzzling your back into his side. Despite the twinge of jealousy, Sirius’ heart melted at the sight of you both. He wished that he were small enough to fit in the tiny gap between your bodies.
“So, if honey suits Moony, what do we suit, then?” James brought it up a few days later when they were in Potions class. You were working with Remus a few stations away, the two of you quietly chatting to one another as you expertly got on with the work Slughorn had assigned.
Sirius was slightly startled by the question and paused from chopping his crow claw. “I’m definitely going to get darling.”
James snorted. “Right.”
Sirius shot him a look. “Why is it that Moony, who turns into a ten-foot beast every full moon, can be suited to honey, but I am unable to achieve darling status? Beautiful, doting old me? Am I not good enough? Not darling enough?”
James laughed harder and shoved Sirius with his elbow. They heard the sound of something dropping in liquid, and Sirius cursed when his cauldron started to make a hissing sound.
“You made me drop the rest of the crow claw! That was way too much, you bastard!” Sirius huffed, but he was half-laughing anyway.
“Fuck,” James hissed worriedly, and his eyes landed on Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier’s unattended cauldron. Slughorn was drawing closer. They could hear him praising yours and Remus’ work.
They both shared a knowing look as Sirius darted for the other cauldron, and that was the end of their previous conversation.
Sirius figured that if he was going to be in a bit of pain, at least James was in it with him. They did like to do everything together, after all. It had been well over a month since Remus had adopted his new title, and no matter how much he told them to just tell you how they felt, Sirius couldn’t.
He was fully aware that it was pathetic to want a pet name so badly that it sometimes hurt to hear you call Remus by anything other than his birth-given name. Besides, he wanted you to come up with one for him naturally, as you had done for Remus.
He attempted to call you pet names even more, just to see if that would jog you along a little bit. It didn’t work. You smiled when he called you baby, but you wouldn’t say the word back. You hadn’t given him a variation of it.
James called him out for being a sneak, but Sirius reckoned that James didn’t care as much as he did. James wanted a nickname from you, of course he did, but Sirius doubted it was making James as antsy as it was him. James had always been a better sport than Sirius was. You’d think he was the one who had grown up with siblings, and that Sirius had been the only child, with how spoiled he acted.
It was a rainy Tuesday when James became your second boyfriend to gain a pet name, and Sirius became the last man standing.
Hogwarts’ library had a busy thrum buzzing through it, students everywhere preparing for their end-of-year exams, and Sirius could have bet exactly where he would find you and Remus. James had one arm tucked around his broom, his hair damp from sweat and rain during his Quidditch practice, his other large hand on Sirius’ back, gently and subtly guiding him over to where he had seen you and Remus.
You were sitting on one of the huge armchairs by the fire, in the very corner of the library. With a leg chucked over Remus’ thigh, your head was buried in a book, whilst Remus’ was tilted back against the sofa, his jumper-clad arms extended above his face, holding a notebook that he circled things in with a Muggle pen.
Sirius nearly broke out into a grin at the sight of you two. James sped up, and quickly, they chucked their things down in the middle of the table. You shrieked, shooting James a scalding look when his broom landed on some of your parchment at the edge of the table.
“James!” You complained and gritted your teeth when you were hushed by someone further down the aisles. “Did you not see my work right there? It’s all soggy now!”
James’ face became the image of panic, his brows tugging together, his bottom lip jutting out—not even on purpose in the same way Sirius does to make people feel guilty—James was apparently just naturally that sweet.
“Oh, fuck!” He muttered, and he yanked his broom back, beating your hands to the work that was now smudged and dripping muddy water.
“What made you think it was a good idea to put your dirty broom on the table anyway, Prongs?” Remus raised a brow, eyeing the stained wood.
“Sorry, Y/N. Sorry, Remus,” James muttered, and he shook the pages, but it only made the bottom tear away. “Shit! Right, I’ll fix this. Don’t worry, love. I’ll have it all rewritten before—when is it due?”
You sent him a warm smile, one that suggested that you could never be properly angry at him, and cooed, leaning forward. You grasped his face in your hand and kissed his lips carefully.
“It’s due first lesson tomorrow, darling,” you told him gently.
James swallowed, and you thought he was just worried about the deadline, but his face tinged pink, and he turned away from you quickly, shooting Sirius a look. Sirius’ eyes were like saucers, his mouth falling open slightly. His gaze flickered between you and James, and his head kept repeating your soft tone: darling, darling, darling.
It took everything to make sure his face didn’t show how he felt. He even reached up to gently brush his own cheek, just to be sure he wasn’t glaring. His hands dropped by his sides, but then he wasn’t sure what to do with them, and it felt like he was taking up far too much room without even existing at all.
James could read exactly what Sirius is thinking. His top teeth bit down on his bottom lip, torn between saying something and trying to let it go. Sirius gripped the bag on his shoulder tighter, his knuckles growing white.
“I don’t feel like hanging around while you lot do homework,” Sirius said. “Have fun. I’m going to go and see what Pete’s up to.”
“Oh, alright. I think I saw him in the common room, Sirius. He was with that Hufflepuff girl,” you told him with a small smile
He gritted his teeth with a false smile of his own. “Great. I’ll go and see Pete and the Hufflepuff.”
Sirius spent the rest of his evening in his bunk, the curtains drawn and his head against his pillow. His arms were folded against his chest, the crease between his brow never fading for a second. He’d changed into his pyjamas—a black vest and some plaid pyjama trousers—and tried to go to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the three of you down in the library, most likely studying and laughing and having pet names for one another. He wished he didn’t care so much. He wasn’t sure why he did.
Of course, he would be the last one to get a pet name! Sirius began to wonder if he would ever get one. Perhaps you didn’t think fondly enough of him, or maybe he didn’t suit any of the sweet ones, like honey or darling. He wished he were one of the other boys, bathing in your affection, feeling so incredibly special.
There was a rustle against his curtain, and your head stuck through moments later.
“Why are you lying above your covers?” You asked him, though there was hardly a hint of judgment in your tone.
Sirius huffed through his nose. “Too lazy to get in.”
You laughed, your face brightening. “Room for one more?” You asked, but you didn’t wait for his answer, your knee nearly colliding with his thigh before he moved it out of the way at expert speed.
“Not really,” Sirius chuckled, but his arm extended to you anyway, and you climbed in against his chest, half lying on his body. His hair tickled your forehead. “You smell nice.”
You beamed up at him. “Thanks. I had to go and finish some bits in the greenhouse for Herbology. I think it’s lavender—something fell on me, anyway."
Sirius stroked your arm. In return, you traced one of the tattoos he had gotten over the Christmas holidays. Each time you saw it, you couldn’t help but grin, thinking about the look on Professor McGonagall’s face when she had seen it for the first time. It was even better when Sirius had proudly told her that he planned on getting more and more.
“Love this tattoo,” you murmured, your finger following the outline of the moth on his right bicep.
Sirius quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You told me I’d regret it.”
“Well, you do hate moths,” you reminded him. “But it’s a pretty tattoo. Suits you, Pads.”
“Pretty,” he scoffed. “My tattoos are not supposed to be pretty.”
“Everything’s pretty when it’s on you, baby,” you murmured to him, stroking up and down his chest, and he became scared you would hear the way his heart stammered in his chest, completely missing several beats before pounding harder than it ever had before.
The last time he felt this giddy was when the four of you had started your relationship. Months of dying to hear a pet name come from your mouth, and you’d finally picked one for him. An endearing term that was created specifically for him. Something you would call only him, and something he’d only let you call him.
“Baby?” He croaked.
You reached up and played with the curls in his hair. “My baby,” you confirmed, and kissed his jaw.
It only took Sirius a few seconds to recover and flip you so that you were beneath him. Your screeching laughs filled the room as he kissed you all over—your face, your neck, your hair, your shoulders.
“Sirius!” You laughed. “That tickles!”
“Say it again!” He demanded with a laugh. “Say it, Y/N!”
“Baby!” You wheezed, and your laughter dimmed when he chucked himself hard against you, nuzzling his face right in between your neck and shoulder.
The curtain opens, and Sirius grins up at Remus and James, who look equal parts amused and concerned.
“It finally happened?” James asked.
“I don’t care if you told her,” Sirius grumbled into your skin. “My one is better than all of yours.”
You snorted. “You and James should have told me months ago you wanted me to call you something.”
James rolled his eyes. “Where’s the spontaneity in that?”
“You’re both pathetic,” Remus teased.
“Says the one who got his pet name first, you hypocrite!”
Sirius squeezed you tighter, not ready to share you yet. He felt awful for the one-sided annoyance he’d been surviving through, and the jealousy he’d felt every time Remus was called honey. It turned out, good things did come to people who waited. Sirius wasn’t sure how he’d survived eighteen years without hearing you call him baby before.
Now that you’d said it once, he’d need to hear it every single day.
Oooh with that new arranged marriage as you just posted, what if someone says something really disparaging to reader about being an outsider in her own kingdom and then in her own marriage, and reader suddenly starts reading james’a interactions with Remus and Sirius differently and she feels really bad, buttt in the meantime the marauders have grown fond of her so they’re not too happy when she starts pulling away?
Thank you for your request dusts <3
cw: muggle au, arranged marriage, hurt with no comfort (yet)
poly!marauders x princess!reader ♡ 1.8k words
James makes you smile. It makes sense that he would—he’s sweet, funny, handsome enough to frighten butterflies into flight in your stomach—but it almost alarms you how true it is. Half the time you’re with him you’re giggling like a schoolgirl at every other word from his mouth. Being asked to leave the castle grounds so that the media can get photos of James showing you about your new kingdom should feel like a chore. Your smile should feel phony, the act of holding your fiancee’s hand forced and awkward, but after an afternoon of touring all of James’ favorite haunts your cheeks ache with genuine happiness.
“Of all the people who should be getting free drinks.” James shakes his head, taking another sip of his apple cider. He hasn’t let go of your hand even though you’re back inside the castle, and despite the forecast you’d noted before leaving this morning you haven’t felt the chill so long as he’s been touching you.
“I know.” You sigh, blowing some steam off your own drink. “I feel kind of bad for taking this.”
“Wha—hey, I wasn’t talking about you. You’re different.”
You grin up at him. (See? It’s impossible to stop.) “How am I different?”
“Well, you’re a girl.”
“Mhm, and?”
“Pretty girls always get free stuff.” You come to a stop in front of James’ room, his shrug casual as your hands swing between you. “They wouldn’t have to know who you were.”
A warmth spreads from your chest, washing over your face and down your arms. You wonder if James can feel it tingling in your fingertips. “I’ll see you later?” you ask softly.
James smiles. “Yeah, I’ve just got a couple of things to handle first. I’ll come find you, yeah? For dinner?”
“Sounds great.” Your answering smile is irrepressible. He gives your hand a squeeze before letting go, slipping into his room.
It’s difficult, not to collapse against the closed door with a sigh like a lovesick girl in a film. You’ve no doubt that to anyone watching you give the general impression anyway, huge smile still stuck to your face and hearts in your eyes.
You hear Sirius’ voice from inside James’ room. You’re sure Remus is in there as well, his presence only less audible than Sirius’. You suspect they’re James’ couple of things to handle. You don’t mind; James likes to have at least some time alone with his friends each day, and you wouldn’t begrudge him it. It’s sweet. Honestly, it only endears you to James more that he has such close friends, friends which go all the way back to childhood and whom he clearly loves fiercely. You’re glad you’re getting to know them as well—not only because Remus and Sirius are nice to be around, but you don’t imagine it can be a bad thing to get along with your partner’s friends. Sirius seemed to have some trouble getting used to you, but you think you might be finally moving past that; if you’re lucky, you could all be quite happy once you and James are married.
You meander the halls a bit on your way back to your room, still buzzing with a restless, giddy energy, a throat-squeezing feeling of possibility. It’s as you pass the open doorway of an office that you hear your name.
“...see how he was holding her hand? It’s cruel.”
You stop on the other side of the door. You don’t grow up in a palace without developing a healthy proclivity for eavesdropping; if people in Gryffindor are talking about you, you want to know what they’re saying.
“They’re engaged.” That’s Lily’s voice, matter-of-fact. “Holding hands is part of the deal.”
“It is when it’s for the cameras.” You recognize Mary’s cadence now, too.
“You know James. He’s touchy with everyone.”
“Exactly, but she doesn’t know that,” Mary argues. She sounds the tiniest bit upset. “James can—I know he’s only being friendly, he doesn’t mean to, but he can flirt without having any idea he’s doing it. She’s going to get the wrong idea.”
Your stomach quiets. You can’t tell if the butterflies you’ve been feeling all afternoon have frozen in place or fallen dead.
“I know.” Lily’s voice is a murmur. “I know, but what do you want him to do? I’m sure he wants to tell her everything, but Remus and Sirius will know better than to trust her yet. She’s only been here a couple of weeks. If they tell her and she calls off the wedding, how would that look for Gryffindor? Or if she tells anyone else?”
Mary sighs.
“He’s the prince,” Lily says gently. “He has to consider the whole kingdom, and we can’t afford for this to get out. Not everyone is ready for…for…”
“For their king to be in a gay polycule?”
You choke on air.
“It’s not like it would be the first time,” Mary offers.
“Allegedly,” Lily says, though there’s a hint of a smile in her tone.
Mary scoffs. “Right, allegedly.”
There’s a long pause. You hear the scrape of wood against the floor and imagine Lily scooting her chair closer to Mary, playing with the ends of the other girl’s hair.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “It does feel…well, it’s not ideal. Maybe I can talk to James about being a little less…James.”
Mary’s voice lowers. “I just feel bad for her. She left her home, her family didn’t even seem to hesitate about sending her away—forever—and now she’s an outsider in her own marriage.”
The barb of their pity stabs through you. Lily murmurs something in response, but you don’t stick around to hear it. You’re done being gossiped about for the day.
You’re moving so quickly, you walk past the hallway to your room twice before finding it. There’s something warm and sour curdling in your gut, and you’re—you don’t know what you are. Hurt, indignant, nauseous. You feel like an idiot.
It all seems so transparent now. Horrifyingly, glaringly obvious. Remus’ hand on James’ knee when his bouncing was shaking the table. The private look on Sirius’ face when James fished a leaf out of his hair. How comfortable they all are with each other, touching and joking and speaking in a language you hoped—foolishly—you might one day crack. But it’s not meant to be shared with you.
You’ve thought, once or twice, that James hasn’t seemed as nervous as you are when you spend time together. Not since that first day. You told yourself it was part of his personality—he’s a confident man, not the sort to trip over his own feet when he likes someone, you shouldn’t read into it—but now, of course, this makes sense. None of this is real to him. The performance is as much for you as it is for the cameras, meant to keep you happy and incurious.
You would never have gone along with it if you’d known. It’s no wonder Sirius hasn’t been friendly to you; you’re encroaching on his relationship. On all of theirs. You’ve flirted with James in front of all of Remus and Sirius, planned dates, talked about your wedding. You wouldn’t have—god, you’re not trying to stand in the way of what they have. Even when you thought they were only friends, their love for each other was so obvious they couldn’t hope to mask it. You would never want to get in the way of that. You don’t want to do this to them.
But just as the acidic tang of guilt rises in your throat, another force shoves against it. You aren’t doing this to them. Every part you’ve played in this has been against your will. If you’d gone into this arrangement with your eyes open, you could have done things completely differently. Only you hadn’t been given that choice.
You don’t think James hates you. Remus might not, either. But whatever progress you’ve made with each of them seems pointless now. The impression you had upon first entering Gryffindor has never felt more true. No one wants you here. They never did.
You’re every bit the girl in a film now, laying on your bed letting tears slip down to wet the pillow. You register the cliche and do nothing about it.
You don’t know what to do. You can’t go home. Riddle is at Peleria’s doorstep. Even if you could get the King and Queen to commit Gryffindor’s armies without going through with the marriage, Lily is right; it would look bad for both of you to call it off now. You have to marry James. It’s all that’s been asked of you. It’s all you can offer your family, your kingdom. You can’t go home.
Gryffindor was supposed to be your new home.
A soft knock on your door summons you from the smog of your self-pity. You sniffle, scrubbing mostly dried tears from under your eyes and checking your reflection in the mirror before saying, “Yes?”
Remus pokes his head in. The sight of him makes your chest hurt—the slight uptilt to his mouth, the kindness of it. You wonder if this whole time, he’s only been kind to you out of sympathy. “Sirius is jealous that you and James got to spend all day in town,” he says. “He wants to go out for dinner. Are you ready?”
“Um.” Your voice comes out rough, and you clear your throat. “I’m a bit tired, actually. You guys go ahead.”
Remus’ almost-smile fades. “If you’re tired, we can eat here.”
“That’s okay.”
“Sirius doesn’t always have to get his way,” he says wryly. “It’ll be good for him.”
“I think I’m just going to…” You give your pillow a lame pat. “...go to bed.”
You don’t look out the window, at the sun hardly beginning to set; neither does Remus. His brows furrow, and you fuss with your comforter so as not to meet his eyes. Too clever, too discerning.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Hm?”
“You sound a bit hoarse.”
“Oh.” You press your lips into a smile. “I think it’s just the weather.”
He makes a soft hum. “I’ll have someone bring you a tea. We’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“Yeah,” you murmur, lying back down. “Thanks.”
The door clicks shut behind him. A wave of feeling washes over you—silly, feeling abandoned when you’ve asked to be left behind. A couple more tears squeeze from your eyes nonetheless. They trace meandering paths down your face, the wetness cooling in their wake.
You wonder if this is how your life will be. Going out in front of cameras with James, smiling, holding hands, then delivering him to his true partners so you can return to your room. Alone. This arrangement isn’t what you thought it was, but you can play the part. For Gryffindor and for Peleria, for James and Sirius and Remus, you can.
You hope they’re enjoying their night without you.
Kinktober Day Seven: Cuckolding with Poly!Marauders
Word Count: 5188
Summary: For Peter’s upcoming birthday, your three boyfriends let him watch how each one of them treats you in bed.
Warnings: Cuckolding, Humiliation Kink, Switch!Reader, Exhibitionism(ig?), Orgasm Control, Unprotected PnV, Hints of Cum Play/Kink, Creampie, Gangbang kinda(foursome, kinda a fivesome), Overstimulation, Mix of Rough and Soft PnV, m!Masturbation, Hints of a Breeding Kink, Subspace(they fuck R’s brains out), Aftercare, Dirty Talk, Tears of Pleasure, Chokehold(once but figured I’d put a warning anyway), There’s literally a Cuck Chair, I intended for Peter to seem like a bit of a Creep so yeah, Petnames(angel, darling, petal, baby.), Some Fluffy Fluff(if that even needs a warning). I think that’s all🙂
I hope y’all like this one, I actually added to it while editing because I thought it could use a bit more. Please give me some feedback on this one especially because why was it so hard to write a foursome(fivesome?)I felt like I was being so repetitive while working on this. Photos edited together by me☺️
I saved my favorite for last btw so I hope y’all like tomorrows bc I LOVE it😫
[masterlist] [Kinktober ‘25]
Your relationship with the Marauders started when Sirius brought you home to their shared apartment after you both had a few too many drinks at a work event. After that it became a pretty common occurrence for you to show up after a late night owl or on a whim just to see him again. One night, not long after the start of your “friendship” with Sirius, James carelessly leant against the doorframe, almost too late to even still call it night. It was raining and you could still vividly remember the smirk he wore as he told you Sirius was out, but you were welcome to come inside anyway. One thing led to another and it wasn’t long before he had you pinned beneath him on their couch screaming his name so loud their neighbors were most likely woken up early. You were afraid to even show your face around them after that, fearing the worst and not yet understanding how close the men truly were. At their own pace, they did share with you that, not only did the Marauders almost always share their partners, they often shared each other's beds as well. Even though it wasn't often that any of them felt something more for anyone outside of their group, after late nights sneaking around with you started to evolve into early mornings spent together they knew they wanted something more.
Remus, who was ever the introvert still, never strayed far from the feelings he already knew well for the men he loved for most of his life. He was standoffish at first but honest with you about his uncertainty. He was slow moving in your relationship, a stark contrast to your time spent with Sirius and James. Remus took his time with everything he did. Taking you out on dates you didn’t even realize were dates until he abruptly kissed you one night, openly and proudly despite his anxiety. Eventually you gained his trust, and learned all about his secret. Your first time with him was after an especially hard full moon, the others had been regrettably busy throughout the day following and you couldn't bear it to leave him alone in such a state. You let yourself into their apartment, interrupting his tears to cradle him on his bed. Remus hadn’t realized, or maybe hadn't accepted how much he needed you until he was lazily pushing himself to hover over you, almost begging to be inside of you. He was soft and gentle, focusing on your pleasure more than his own despite your complaints that you came here to help him, not the other way around.
But Peter? He was always the type to enjoy watching, despite barely ever talking to you. Before you even knew of him he would catch a peak each time you tiptoed out of one of the other’s bedrooms in the dead of the night, hair tousled and clothes ruffled. For the longest time you didn't even know they had another roommate, largely due to Peter’s tendency to shut himself away when you first started coming over. Even after you were formally introduced he still would rarely speak to you, not because he didn't want to but because every time he tried he would sputter out half a sentence, turn bright red at your giggle and entirely forget everything that was on his mind. Eventually you did break through his shyness just enough to learn a bit about him, not enough to say you were as close as the others but enough to move forward.
You hadn’t planned it, none of you had, but you were quickly becoming an important part of the men's lives. You practically lived in their apartment, they knew you better than anyone else and actually cared to listen to what you had to say. They gave you a perfect mix of excitement and stability and they all truly started to feel like home to you. The three men were openly proud to say they knew exactly how you ticked, what got you off, and what ruined your mood entirely.
With Peter’s birthday approaching they were, mostly, certain you wouldn’t mind this new suggestion he asked for as a…..present.
“Angel?” Sirius started as he poured you a steaming cup of coffee, handing it to you with the handle out so only his fingertips got a little too hot, “We wanted to ask you something.”
“What is it?” You asked, a nervous laugh slipping past your lips despite your best efforts to hold it back.
“You know how you so proudly announce at least once a month that you would try just about anything once?” James continued, your eyes snapping to him across the table, your hand pausing where it was bringing your coffee to your mouth.
“Yes.” They all hear the skeptical tone in your voice, pausing a second before they all silently agree with their eyes to let Remus find the best way to ask, just in case they were all completely wrong about how you would react to this particular idea.
“We’ve been thinking about trying something a little different.” Your heart sank at the tone in his voice, forcing you to set down your coffee in worry that they wanted to have someone else over for the night, “You know how Peter’s birthday is coming up?”
“Just spit it out, you’re scaring me.” You state matter of factly, eyes bouncing between your boyfriends a few times before James finally speaks up.
“Are you okay with Peter watching all of us fuck you for his birthday?” He asks it so quickly you could have missed it. You take a few seconds to piece his rapid speech together before you breathe out a shaky, relieved laugh.
“Godric’s sake,” You laugh out, “That’s it? I was imagining so much worse.”
“So is that a yes then Darling?” James asks, his confident smile returning, dimpling his face at the sound of your laugh.
“Yes, but Peter knows you’re planning this right? I don’t want to blindside him.” Part of you doesn’t think Peter’s shyness will even let him enter the bedroom door, let alone actually go through with this. They eyed each other, stifling their laughter as best they could before looking back to you.
“It was his idea, Petal.” Remus’ voice is soft and genuine but part of you still feels like this is a big joke.
“Peter? Shy, innocent, can barley look at me while I’m fully clothed Peter, asked you to let him watch you fuck me.” Sirius laughs openly at your words before responding.
“Innocent? Angel, I don't think you know Pete as well as you think you do.” Your eyes wander your boyfriends again, and their faces all have the same matching look that tells you you have definitely missed something about Peter.
“He’s obsessed with you,” Remus states simply after a beat, “He’s never said it out loud but we all thought it was pretty obvious.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we found him ruffling through your stuff like a rat one of these days.” Sirius added with a knowing smirk in your direction.
After that morning you started to pick up on little things about Peter you never noticed before. Like how his eyes would always trail you when you entered a room only to fall to the ground once you actually looked at him. Or how his door always seemed to be cracked after you spent a night with one of your boyfriends. And most of all, when you “forgot” your clothes in the living room before your shower one evening, walking out with damp skin and hair, body wrapped in a towel that barely covered anything, making Peter completely stop what he was doing to stare open mouthed and shocked. His eyes trailing you, his gaze like ice on your skin the entire way until you slipped back into the bathroom. That’s when you knew that you had definitely been wrong about “shy little Peter”, not only was he not innocent at all, he certainly seemed to have a staring problem. That very night, after you knew Peter was asleep, you made sure your boyfriends were all together before telling them you were for sure in for whatever they were all cooking up.
When his birthday finally came around, the tension in the apartment was palpable, the excitement thrumming off the walls as soon as you woke up. They had planned it all out so that Peter was out in the morning leaving you time to shower and tidy yourself up just to make it a little extra special. Right when he was about to be home you stripped yourself of your clothes just as planned, twirling in front of your boyfriends jokingly and asking, “How do I look?”
“Perfect as always.” Sirius rushes to respond before James, tugging you in by your naked waist and melding his lips with your own. You pull off of him with a smile, breaking the kiss and rushing to disappear into Peter’s room while they waited out of sight together. Even though Peter knew the plan and had been patiently waiting ever since he was told you said yes, he was still pleasantly surprised when he made his way into the seemingly empty apartment. Chills running down his spine as he made his way into his bedroom to find you completely naked on his bed waiting for him. His mouth watered and he almost instinctively made his way closer to you, letting the door shut behind him with a loud thud. The smell of your perfume wafted toward him, making everything feel so much more real to him while his eyes hungrily took you in, drifting over every part of you like you were made just for him to look at.
“W-where are the others?” He stuttered, still not confident enough to be alone with you despite the circumstances, maybe even considering the circumstances, he wasn’t sure.
“They’re coming, don’t worry,” You speak in the most sultry tone you can manage, leaning forward on your arms to give him a good view of your exposed chest, “They just thought you might want a moment alone with me first, do you?”
“Um, I think,” He could feel his face, neck, and ears flush red, his entire body heating up, his pants tightening embarrassingly quickly as he forced his mouth to form words, “I don’t know if I can.”
“What, are you nervous?” You immediately pick up on the way his body shakes when you tease him, giggling slightly as you bite your lip and eye him. He gulps audibly, wetting his lips with his tongue and glancing around the room, avoiding eye contact with you entirely now.
“Yes, I,” He squeezes his eyes shut, his dick only getting harder at the embarrassment flooding his body, “You make me so nervous all the time.”
“Should I call in the others Pete?” You watch his legs almost buckle, causing a smirk to grow on your face, a tingle running through your own body at the newfound power you have, not even realizing you enjoyed watching someone unravel until now.
“Yes, oh my god yes.” Peter begged, knowing he would lose his mind if he was alone with you for one more second. Before you even said anything James and Sirius came plowing through the door, rushing into the room like a storm, sending a thrill through his body when he realized they must have been listening to his pitiful attempts at speaking to you. Remus entered after them, slower and more collected, even taking the time to close the door behind him. Once in the room fully, he sent you a knowing look that told you he could tell just how much you were enjoying this. You bit into your bottom lip to suppress a giggle, locking eyes with his predatory gaze you could never get enough of.
“You really have no clue what to do with her huh Pete?” Sirius started, watching as his friend's eyes bounced across the room, “You’re so desperate you need us to explain everything, yeah?” You immediately picked up on the dominant tone he so often used with you, making you wonder if they had ever done this before. James and Sirius slowly circled him like prey while Remus watched, the ease with which they fell into their roles told you that they most certainly had been in this situation before.
“Yeah Petey,” James added, the new nickname pulling a whimper from the less experienced man as James and Sirius eyed him with a darkness behind their eyes even you weren’t used to, they were enjoying watching his humiliation slowly seep out of him with each passing second, the dark excitement on their faces only pushes you further into the fantasy, “What do you want us to show you first? What would you be searching for if this was your favorite little porn website?" The question pulled a laugh from you and Sirius both, the sound echoing off the walls and sending shivers across Peter’s whole body, forcing a whimper from his chest, his tip leaking against his boxers pushing him closer and closer to desperation.
“I want Sirius to fuck her from behind while I watch from the front.” The words fumbled out of his mouth in one breath, his eyes bouncing between all of you as if he was seeking praise for his confidence. Which you gladly gave.
“Good job Pete,” You smiled a sickly sweet smile and Sirius wasted no time, yanking his shirt off in one fell swoop, his hands immediately falling to his belt buckle, tugging it open and his zipper down, pulling his pants and boxers off at once to free himself, this thick cock bouncing against the hair trailing from his navel in the most teasing way. He slowly walked his way behind you, letting Peter watch his lean muscles constrict as he knelt behind you on the bed, taking one hand to softly flatten across your back before using it to shove you roughly into the mattress. His warm hands took hold of your hips, tugging you up at the perfect angle to tease your entrance with his tip, “You ready Angel?”
You could hear the smile in his voice, his eyes burning into the back of your head as Peter’s gaze bore into your eyes, “Yes, I’m ready.”
Sirius slowly slid himself inside of you, letting you feel every inch of him, every vein on his shaft before he bottomed out inside of you with a groan. You were already dripping wet around him, the foreplay sending your juices leaking around him, his balls sticky from your excitement. Sirius’ hands felt up your waist, one hand settling above your hip while the other simultaneously gripped your shoulder. He took a second to let you get comfortable with his size before pulling out all but his red, leaking tip and driving himself back into you. His hold on you grips tightens, driving into you further and letting his tip kiss against your cervix before pulling back to thrust into you harder this time, the sounds of his hips smacking against yours obscenely echoing against the walls.
You could feel all of their eyes on you, tracing every inch of your body, watching how each of Sirius’ thrusts make you shake and slide a little closer to them. They circled the end of the bed like a pack of wild animals, the sight exciting you further, your walls instinctively clench tighter, sucking Sirius further into you and letting your juices drip out around him, pulling a loud moan from deep in his chest. “Fuck Angel, you’re already dripping around me.”
“You’re gonna stain the sheets Darling.” James adds, stepping closer as your eyes shift from Peter to him, dropping to his noticeable bulge in his pants while his words barely register in your mind. Your eyes drift to Remus, his tall, imposing frame casting a shadow across your face when he steps close enough to grip your chin in his scarred fingers, his smile was soft and full, almost out of place in the room that was steadily heating with the mix of everyone’s excitement.
“You’re really enjoying this aren't you?” You nod helplessly, Sirius’ thrusts picking up pace with each glance between you and Remus, the sound of Remus’ soft voice egging you both on and pushing Sirius dangerously close to the edge. “What’s your favorite part, Petal?” You whimper pathetically, eyes watering as Sirius’ soft hand that was resting on your hip falls to play with your clit in small, teasing circles that contradict his hard, deep thrusts inside of you.
“Fuck, I- oh my god,” You mumble incoherently, babbling slightly when Sirius cuts you off, driving into you deeper, pushing you almost flat against the mattress with your hips still high in the air, pounding into you with near angelic moans falling past his perfect, parted lips. Peter stood like a statue in front of you, his hard cock obvious in his pants but left untouched while his eyes bounced from you, to Sirius, then back to you, then to Remus, then back to you, like he was entranced, stuck in a messy, sticky, erotic timeloop he never wanted to leave.
“Aw, Sirius is fucking her so good she can’t speak.” James teased, a fake pout creasing his cheeks as he spoke.
“Come on Baby, use your words.” Remus states, firmer this time but still just as soft in tone. You do your best to respond, barely piecing the response together through your and Sirius’ mingling moans and the increasingly frantic smack of his hips against the flesh of your ass and thighs.
“I like- holy shit I fucking love it all,” You pant through a broken whine, barely audible as you continue, “Getting used, getting watched, making fun of Peter for being a freaky little perv, it’s all so much.” You laughed through a moan, the men in front of you giggling and eyeing Peter’s reaction to your words. Sirius was too distracted to even notice, all of his senses tuned in to your body. The feeling of your wet, dripping walls sucking him back in each time he left you empty, the wet sounds of you both connecting, the eyes of his life long best friends. All of it sends shivers down his back, his abdomen tightening in a ball of heat, making his cock twitch, aching in pain inside of you as he tries to last just a little longer for you.
“Don’t let her finish,” Peter snapped, his voice was even and oddly proud, you had never heard him this confident and for the first time since you had ever met him you found yourself attracted to him. This was a punishment, for the laughs, for the jab at him, and god was it turning you on more. Peter stepped forward and slowly lifted his hand to run the knuckles of two of his fingers down your cheek before gently lifting your chin up, watching your eyes as Sirius abruptly pulled out of you. He smiled down at you, dark eyes watching you whine at the empty feeling while hearing the familiar sounds of Sirius finishing himself off, groaning through his teeth before thick strands of his release painted your naked back, warm and sticky drips falling with the shape of your arch. “Who do you want next? I want you to choose one of them.”
Peter’s smile was almost evil, a wicked look you didn't even know he was capable of, his bulge was prominent and so close to your face making your mind spin before Sirius quickly spoke up,
“He just watches, don't you Peter, not brave enough yet to fuck her are you?’ Peter shook his head, eyeing you only when he spoke.
“I like watching,” His voice didn’t sound like his own, but your boyfriends didn’t even seem fazed by the shift, his eyes were blown and deep as they swept your frame, taking in your body marked with Sirius’ cum, “It’s better for everyone this way, now pick….whoever goes last gets to cum inside you, how does that sound?”
Your eyes immediately shot to Remus, his long fingers tightening into a fist and his jaw clenching, eyes squeezing shut as he visibly twitched in his sweatpants. “James first, I want his big arms around my neck so bad I can’t wait.” In reality you knew how much Remus needed to mark you, while he loved all of you dearly and agreed to this whole heartedly, even excitedly, he had been oddly calm since it started. And you remembered how sometimes his wolf would get jealous of even his own boyfriends, so with Peter here, watching you like you were his own personal camgirl, you knew he would get to a breaking point eventually.
James had already stripped himself of his clothes while watching Sirius enjoy you, his tip was already leaking, wrapped in his hand only a few seconds ago. Jamie never could wait for long, you thought, a smile growing on your face when he ran to join you on the bed. James could still feel the warmth of the spot Sirius had just occupied, egging him on and sending shockwaves directly to his “neglected” cock. Sirius’ glistening cum was still dripping off your back, the sight making James' abdomen tighten painfully already. In one quick movement James slotted himself inside of you with a sigh of pure satisfied relief, a whimper falling from his lips as he pulled out of you almost completely, thrusting back into with a ruthless, bruising pace that shook your body. His hips rocked against yours, too impatient to wait for the build up as he swiftly pushed your body back into the mattress, forcing you to take all of him in quick, sharp thrusts.
Your arms were already too weak to push yourself back up, your breathing growing ragged from James splitting you open with each thrust, whiny whimpers mixed with your panted moans, the sound of James skin hitting yours and the heat of the room were all pushing you dangerousing close to high you were already denied. Your eyes were blurry from warm tears that dripped down your face and darkened the sheet but you could still see the men in front of you, all impossibly hard and towering over you with an animalistic need in their eyes.
James roughly pulled you up with one large hand spread across your shoulder and pulled you into his simmering body, arching your back and forcing you into a kneeling position, your knees spread wide in front of him. His thrusts quickened and hit new angles deeper inside of you. He braces himself by bringing his warm, calloused right hand around your abdomen, groping your flesh and feeling himself moving inside of you before closing on your left hip tightly. At the same time wrapping his other arm around you across your shoulders to lock you in his embrace, his thick flexing bicep pressing against your neck and forcing your head back against his shoulder. Peter had relaxed into a chair tugged toward the end of his bed, something that had gone entirely unnoticed to you in your haze, his legs were spread and his eyes looked almost empty of color. Wide, dark saucers of need swept across your exposed body, your breasts displayed for him like art, James’ large cock protruding into you visible between your thighs that were dripping in wetness soaking down your legs and into the ruined bedding.
“Fuck Jamie,” Sirius started, his voice weak, palming himself at the sight infront of him where he stood at the side of the bed. “You may wanna slow down, she’s looking a little spent.”
He was chasing his own release, pent up with need from watching you take Sirius, the sound of you taking him into you so well making his brain foggy and unfocused on the signs your body giving him. A sticky ring of your arousal was forming at the base of his cock, wetting his trimmed curls of hair and clouding his mind, the room was starting to smell like pure sex and his head was swimming in pleasure. A growl rumbled through his chest each time you moaned and whimpered directly into his ear, small huffed moans of Jamie, trying to warn him of your release coming on quickly fell on deaf ears, only making him ram into you harder. Your core was tightening with each thrust, his tip bullying your cervix and sending shockwaves throughout your body, you were twitching and pushing away from the pleasure of James, only to be aggressively tugged back into him, snapping your reserve and pushing you over the edge. You came with a loud scream of a moan in his ear, his hips snapped into you harder, digging his nails into your body as it slowly went limp in his grasp. Your arousal soaked your legs and his hips, dripping down the muscles at the front of his thighs, his cock was coated in your juices, slippery with your excitement as he thrusted into you one last time before he whimpered desperately in your ear, tugging himself out to spurt long, thick ropes of his cum all over the soft skin at the inside of your thighs. It mixed deliciously with your juices, dripping down your legs and staining the sheet below you further. Gently James laid you against the mattress with care, softly rubbing his hands up and down and across your back, massaging your spent muscles as three aggressive stares pulled his attention to them. His eyes are already glossy and begging silently for forgiveness.
“You weren’t supposed to let her cum Jamie.” Sirius sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I know but I -” James looked around at the eyes of the disappointed men sputtering his explanation with his hands waving madly over your spent body, “Look at her! How am I supposed to deny her this?”
“Oh I don’t know by….pulling out before she finishes maybe.” Sirius mocks, both so entranced in each other that they don’t notice Peter’s eyes following the slow movements of Remus approaching the bed, his tall frame towering over your sweaty body. Remus’ long fingers slowly traced your face, wiping your tears from your cheeks, eyeing you and silently asking if you wanted him to keep going. You gave him a weak nod and that was all he needed. In a flash he had flipped you over, his strong arms laying you down flat on your back, resting your head on the pillow before running his hands up and down your waist. Your sensitive body tingles with each touch, thrumming with energy while at the same time completely ready to drift into a dreamless sleep. Your eyes lolled shut as Remus’ hands drifted to separate your sticky thighs, falling into you like he was made to slot between your open legs.
The skin of his hips were slick with the mix of your and James’ release when he pushed into you, the wetness of your used walls letting him slide in with ease. Remus’ warm scarred hands found yours, locking your fingers together while he set a slow soothing pace. His hips rutting into your overstimulated body with caution, your fogged brain didn’t get a chance to return to normal after your climax, Remus’ body was warm above you. His cock was heavy, stretching you open and pushing your mind further into the oblivion only they could give you. Your eyes fell shut at the feeling of his soft thrusts shaking your body, a calm pleasure falling over you both as the room fell away around you. You were too far gone to hear the men around you chasing their own releases, the slick of their hands on them echoing around the room for their own pleasure. Your ears tuned into the thump of your own heart, the soft kisses caressing your neck as Remus whispers only for you to hear, “You’re so perfect, all fucked out for us. You’d let us do just about anything, yeah?”
Your lips try to form words but nothing but broken moans can fall past them. Your whole body tingling as you’re pushed closer and closer to an unfamiliar void of all thought, your body had almost felt too much. The soft caresses of Remus’ fingers down your side, the tingle down your back at his whispers, the pull of his cock inside you, was too much. His sweet touches igniting your body, as if you were feeling everything all at once, forcing your mind from its proper place and leaving you a breathless, moaning mess. Writhing under him while you tumble over the edge blindly, an almost painful tug at your core forcing you into a premature orgasm and wrenching a scream of pleasure and pain from your throat.
A growl rumbled deep in Remus' chest, your nails dug into the skin of his biceps as he pushed your legs higher, unwinding them from where they had wrapped themselves around his waist to push them forward. Shoving them closer to your chest and letting him hit deeper inside of you. It was cruel, he knew it was, but the whine that squeaked from your lips and the gush of release that flooded past his cock, your red and abused clit twitching and throbbing against his hipbones with each thrust. He watched your body go limp, small tremors shooting through your limbs while he chased his release, his balls tight and slapping into you, strings of sticky release connecting you still before he plowed into you again. His thrusts were sloppy and deep, unrelenting inside of you, your brain was numb and lost to the world so deep in your pleasure that it was all you could hear, all you could feel, all you could taste. He released thick, inhuman streams of cum inside of you with a predatory, possessive growl, painting your walls with his seed, pushing so hard against your cervix that you would be carrying him inside you for days.
Remus came down with a huff above you, dropping his head into your neck to kiss your warm, tingling skin. A soft, weak hum of appreciation falls from your lips as the mattress dips with the weight of James and Sirius joining you both on Peter’s bed. Your mind was slowly being lulled back where it belongs with the soft attention paid to you by your boyfriends, your sore muscles already being massaged and your thighs being cleaned. A content smile on your lips, your eyes still closed, but the heat of Peter’s gaze still digging into you.
“You sure you don’t wanna help us bring her down Pete?” James asks, noting the way Peter eyes bounce between their hands across your body.
“No, there is something so enticing about watching you all take over my bed.”
Summary: pt1. of poly!marauders x reader, reader and remus need some money and meet some strange men on a dating site, sugardaddies!JamesandSirius x sugarbabies!ReaderandRemus,
CW: sugar daddy/baby dynamics (not really in this one but in future absolutely), swearing, pet names/nicknames, using people for money?, sketchy (you'll see), only slightly proofread
word count: 3.3k
“Remmy, Remmy!” you sang, slamming the front door behind you and throwing your bag to the side.
Remus looked up from working on his computer to see you bounding toward him. He set his work aside just in time for you to jump into his lap and noticed that you had that mischievous little look in your eye again, the look that often meant you were either going to ask him for something, or pull him into your trouble.
He’d known you long enough to recognize that look. You two had been best friends for, well, forever, and you finally decided to move in together. Since then you’ve spent almost all of your spare time with each other in this beat up, low-rent apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was home to you and Remus. All you needed was each other really, so it didn’t matter where you lived as long as you had him.
“Yes Y/N?” he asked.
You smiled down at him from your perch on his lap. “Well…” you started, “You know that I’ve been talking to those guys, right?”
Remus rolled his eyes and huffed. He had told you numerous times he didn’t want to hear about your… relations. He especially didn’t want to hear about your new possible sugar daddies.
You had mentioned to him that you signed up for an online dating service specifically for rich assholes looking to spoil girls like you. Remus told you that it was sketchy and a bad idea and that you should delete your profile immediately, but you countered that you needed to pay rent and this was a quick way to do so.
It didn’t take long at all for a profile to match yours. You were nervous, of course, but it was actually really easy to talk to your match. But there was one slight difference in this profile to your average ‘50 year old man looking to pay a young girl behind his wife’s back’ type, this was a profile of two men. You thought, hey, double the money right?
The thing was, this service required your profile to be nameless and faceless. You just gave a list of your attributes, interests, skills etc., and then you matched based on that information. This was all probably so that you don't end up with a stalker if things go bad, but this made the match even more mysterious.
All you knew was that this profile was of two mysterious men who had a lot of money that they were willing to spend on you.
Remus loved you, he really did, but not enough to allow you to let creeps use you for whatever reason just so you could make some quick money.
“Y/N, love-,” he sighed but you cut him off before he could stop you.
“-Just wait. Hear me out.”
He couldn’t say no to those eyes, that cute little look you’re giving him. “Fine,” he mumbled.
You perked up and continued. “Well, I’ve been talking to them for a while now and I think they finally want to meet me.”
Remus rested his hands on your waist. He quirked a brow, a silent request for you to continue. Though he really didn’t need to hear all of this, he would not interrupt. Remus would always listen to whatever you had to say, no matter what. He could never get you to shut up really.
And he loved it.
He loved hearing your daily yapping session about work, your nails, the guy you fucked who was incredibly bad in bed. He could listen to your voice on replay for the rest of his life and never get tired. He would never admit this to you though.
So now, he endured you telling him about your new escapade; being a sugar baby to not only one apparently very wealthy man, but two.
“They said they want to meet me finally…” you repeated yourself.
“Yes, and?”
“Well,” you started, “the thing is… they kinda want to meet you too.”
Remus blinked up at you once, twice. “What?”
“They wanna.. Meet… you.” you said softly.
“I heard what you said,” Remus started, “I meant why?”
You shrugged. “Well, it’s sort of complicated but, I kinda mentioned you. How I live with you and how you’re my best friend,” you looked down fidgeting with your fingers in your lap, perched atop Remus’s. “And, I don’t know, they just kinda seemed interested. So I kind of said we could both meet up with them.”
“Y/N,” he sighed, “This is… I mean-”
“- please Remmy, I need the money.” you interrupted before he could give you a definite ‘no’. “I know you could use the money too…they'll pay us both.”
If Remus really thought about it, you were right. Money has been a bit tight lately, and if there were two rich creeps were willing to spend their earnings on you two then why shouldn’t he take advantage of it? It would certainly make him feel better about the whole thing if he went along with you, not sending you into a lion's den by yourself.
“Alright, fine.” Remus sighed.
This caught you off guard, you thought for sure you would have to beg a little longer, maybe bat your lashes to get your way. “Wait, really?”
“Yes, but there are a few conditions.” Remus said.
You smiled and nodded for him to continue.
“First,” he started, “you’re going to tell me everything you know about these two men.”
“Of course.”
“Second, if I think this is sketchy or dangerous in any way, I’m taking you and we are leaving.” He said, not leaving any room for argument.
You nodded again, happy that he was going along with your plan.
“Ok, now tell me who these men are.”
You shifted off of his lap and sat next to him, Remus throwing his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer to his side. You pulled out his phone to show him their profile.
“I don’t know their real names,” you say, “but the app lets you use things like codenames.”
“Ok.. well then, what are their ‘codenames’?” Remus asked.
“Um, Padfoot and Prongs.”
Remus quirked a brow at the strange names, you offered a shrug in return. You had no clue what the names meant but that’s what they called themselves so, you just went along with it.
“And what are our… codenames?” Remus asked. He still felt weird about the whole thing, but he felt like protecting you and, if he was being honest he felt… a little exhilarated.
“Yours is Moony,” you explained “because you’re such an insomniac.”
Remus chuckled at your explanation. “I like to think that I’m just a night owl.”
“Sure…” you joked.
“And what’s yours?” Remus asked.
“I don’t have one.” you said quickly and made to leave, but Remus was faster and pulled you back onto the sofa, halfway back on his lap.
“Oh no,” he said, “you don’t get to run away. Tell me.”
You shook your head and stuffed your face into the curve of his neck, trying your best to hide from him, make him drop the subject.
“What,” he said, voice laced with amusement, “Is it embarrassing or something?”
You whined, shoving your face deeper into him. “A little..” you answered, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. You knew he wouldn't make fun of you, it wasn’t you who came up with the name afterall. But it just felt… intimate.
You and Remus were no strangers to intimacy. He has spent many a night in your bed, cuddling you and sharing your warmth. He’s seen you change, he’s heard all about your escapades and fantasies, you've even kissed him a few times. There was really no boundary between the two of you. Well, save for the fact that you’ve never been with each other.
Remus is incredibly attractive, that’s not the issue. He’s also kind and warm, he would make the perfect boyfriend. You both were just afraid to push that boundary. You were best friends, you could never jeopardize that. So you decided that toeing the line was just fine.
“Oh come on,” he said, turning your face to look at him, “I’m not gonna make fun of you. You know that. Well… I might, just a little.”
You giggled and sighed, giving in. “They've been calling me… Bunny-”
You finished your sentence in a rush and dove back into his neck. You heard him chuckle beneath you.
“That’c cute.” He teased. Whether he was taking pity on you or if he just didn’t really care, he moved on from the topic. “You don’t know what they look like? Their ages?”
You shook your head.
That was the scary thrill of it all, the unknown.
“And what exactly are they expecting from this?” Remus asked, sounding a lot like the ‘what are your intentions with my daughter’ lecturing tone.
“They just want to meet, that’s it.” you explained. “They aren’t expecting anything from either of us. I think they wanna see if we're like, a good fit.”
“So it’s just like… a date?”
“Yeah,” you replied, “I guess so.”
You were more than relieved that Remus agreed to all of this. Although it may be thrilling, you still understood the dangers that came along with this. At least Remus would be there with you, that’s what you would continue to tell yourself to get some sort of relief to your anxiety.
Yes, you needed the money, and yes you were happy to take it from two men for doing absolutely nothing but looking pretty.
“And when is this?” Remus asked.
“Tomorrow night.” you answered.
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Just as Padfoot and Prongs said, a car was outside, ready to pick you up.
You spent a few hours deciding what you wanted to wear and debating if you wanted to dress Remus as well. You wanted to look good, you want the money after all and looking cute was the job. You could have gone slutty, a tiny skirt or dress that hugged your curves, but from the vibes Padfoot and Prongs described, it was going to be more casual. So you decided on a nicer pair of jeans and your favorite going-out-top.
You took a final look in your mirror, deciding that you looked just tempting enough, and walked out of your room to find Remus waiting for you on the living room couch.
He looked just as good. But you always thought he looked good, his sense of style was laid back but put together.
Remus smiled at you. You could tell he was nervous but, so were you. You felt butterflies all day and now that you were about to start driving over to their place, your heart was pounding.
Remus locked the door to your small apartment behind you and you both made your way downstairs to where your ride was waiting. You grabbed onto Remus's arm and pulled your body close to his. He would keep you safe from anything these strange men could throw at you, and you could breathe easy because of that.
Exiting your building, you were met with a nice black car waiting at the curb for you. A man opened the driver’s side door and made his way around the car to open the door for you and Remus. You had assumed that they had just ordered you two an uber or something, but this was way too expensive of a car to be any type of ride share.
You glanced back at Remus as if to say ‘are we really doing this’ one last time. Remus gave you a small smile and nod.
You thanked the man and entered the car. It was much nicer than any car you had ever been in. In fact, you couldn’t even name this brand of car, too nice to be in your small wheelhouse of car knowledge.
The leather was so smooth and the backseat so roomy.
You held onto Remus’s hand as the car started moving. You watched out the window, too nervous to focus on anything else.
Remus made some small talk with the driver, whose name was apparently Peter, but you just watched the buildings pass by. Leaving your neighborhood, the car headed for downtown, the lights of the highrises reflecting off the window. The apartments here must be leagues above the one you and Remus live in.
The car slowed and pulled into a parking garage of one of these expensive looking buildings. The garage was filled with nice cars just like the one you were in now, rows and rows of cars that each probably cost more than 10 years rent in your place.
The driver pulled into a space, parked, and opened your door for you. He led you and Remus to an elevator door. You hid your shaking hands by grabbing onto Remus yet again.
“All right,” the driver said, “here you are. Press the top button and you should be there in a moment.”
Remus thanked him and you nodded, still too nervous to speak. Once you stepped in the elevator, Remus pushed the topmost button, the 45th floor. The doors closed and you started the long journey up.
“Holy shit,” you said shakily, “they live in a penthouse.”
You watched the floor numbers climb, the doors would soon open and you would have to face the trouble you had gotten not only yourself into, but Remus as well.
“I don’t think I can do this,” you blurted out. Remus’s attention shifted to you. “Maybe we can stop this now and say that I got sick or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” He said, “This was your idea.”
You knew it was, you dragged him into this and now you were chickening out. This was so dangerous… and stupid!
Remus could obviously see your internal panic.
“Hey,” he said, turning you to face him. “Take a breath.” He waited for you to comply and took one deep breath with you when you did. “Okay, you said it yourself, they seem to really like you, yeah?”
You nodded.
“Okay, then what is there to worry about right now? If anything it should be me worrying, I haven’t interacted with them.” He smiled. “And besides, I’m here. Nothing bad is gonna happen. I’ll protect you, you know that.”
And you did. You were so incredibly happy he was here. If it were just you, you wouldn’t have even stepped foot into that car. But with Remus, the added layer of comfort and protection boosted your confidence a little. He was right. You sighed and prepared yourself to face these… men.
“That’s my girl,” Remus chuckled and looked back at the elevator doors, soon to open any second now. “Now, let's take these pervs for all they’re worth, yeah?”
You giggled and the elevator dinged.
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Floor 45 had only one door. One large, lavish front door to the penthouse you were about to enter.
You raised your hand and knocked politely, your stomach doing flips in anticipation, your mouth completely dry. But you weren’t going to show any signs of nerves, not when you were about to meet your potential future income.
You waited for all of thirty seconds before the door cracked open.
You were met with someone dressed far too casually to be the owner of this place. He had on red Converse and a red sweater with the name of the college he probably attended written across the chest all paired with a pair of jeans. His hair messy brown curls that made him look fashionably unkempt pinned back by his glasses resting atop his head.
He smiled and warmth radiated from him like the sun itself. He was very attractive,pretty tall, maybe around 6’1, still shorter than Remus but someone you might even consider your type. He looked from you to Remus, and his hazel eyes fell back to you.
He was around your age. He must be an assistant or personal chef or-
“Hello, Bunny.” He said smoothly.
You about choked on air. How did he… was that just like your codename for everyone, like all of their staff knew, oh god… does that mean the driver knew.
Your mind was racing as fast as your heart beat, but you couldn’t just stare at him anymore, he was standing there, waiting for a reply.
“Bunny,” you blurted out, your mind still doing the thinking and not realizing your mouth was catching up. “Uh sorry, I mean um… who am I talking to.” you said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, trying to be less awkward. Probably not succeeding. Remus was going to take the piss out of you later, you already knew it.
The man in front of you chuckled. “I believe we were going with Prongs.”
Your jaw dropped and you closed it immediately. This was one of the men you were talking to? This man was hot, he could do just fine on any other dating site. And he was your age, he was going to be your sugar daddy?
This was going to be… interesting.
“And I’m guessing you must be Moony,” He said, turning his attention to Remus.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Remus answered in a tone smooth and almost seductive. How was he being so cool? How is being more cool than you, damnit!?
“Come on in,” Prongs said, opening the door wider and ushering you both in.
You stepped into pure luxury, the entire environment at odds with the kind face that just greeted you at the door. In the living room everything was so sleek and clean, mostly shades of black and white with accents of maroon. Glass windows up to the ceiling, furniture made with what you could only guess was genuine, expensive leather, the floors so polished you could light reflecting off it.
The lights were dimmed and the fireplace was one of the only sources of light in the entire (giant) room. The others being dozens of lit candles scattered about.
“Make yourself at home,” Prongs urged. You didn’t know how you could, you were too nervous to sit on any of the furniture, afraid that your poor might rub off on it.
Remus, however, had no such reservations, he made his way into the middle of the living room, plopping himself down on one of the long couches. You smiled nervously at Prongs and scurried over to sit beside Remus.
Remus sat back and lounged one arm across the back of the couch, the other he used to set a comforting hand on your thigh, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Prongs.
“Are you a drug dealer?” Remus asked outright, surprising Prongs and almost stopping your heart. What is wrong with him?!
Luckily Prongs found it humorous. “I could see how you would think that, but no.” he answered. Remus squinted his eyes subtly, trying to figure him out.
How did he make his money? To be this young and afford a place like this… it wouldn’t be shocking if he were a drug dealer. But if he’s telling the truth, then he must be like a tech billionaire or, inherited a shit-ton of money from a dead grandparent. Perhaps he has a sugar daddy of his own…
Your thoughts were interrupted by another figure entering the room.
“Ah, here’s Padfoot now.” Prongs said, probably just as glad to have the awkwardness eased by distraction as you.
“Padfoot” revealed himself to be another absolutely gorgeous man.
While Padfoot was warmth and the sun incarnate, this man was the complete antithesis, he was cold and night, but just as beautiful in his own right.
He had long black hair tied back messily and framing his piercing silver-blue eyes. He was about as tall as Prongs and the skin you could see of his was covered in tattoos.
You turned to Remus who looked quite taken with Padfoot’s beauty and mouthed “Fuck me.” before turning back to get an eyeful of the two gorgeous men who were supposedly going to spoil you rotten.
You were going to have to be on your best behavior.
soo I hate to do this but this HAS to be broken up into parts. now little A/N: PLEASE DO NOT USE A SITE LIKE THAT! I am all for getting that bag, but do it safe, this is just a fic and reader can be silly here lol.
content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))
notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one i’m afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI
kinktober/flufftober masterlist
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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didn’t care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remus’ notes later on.
you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remus’ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.
he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time he’s satiated.
clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.
you shifted, trying to turn away from barty’s leering when you felt remus’ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.
looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.
“remmy?” you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.
you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.
“can you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,” he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.
“mine,” he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remus’ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.
his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.
struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remus’ arm, praying that he’d be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.
“i want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘i understand’ when he gave you a look.
you met barty’s wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.
you collapsed back into remus’ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.
you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that they’d all caught on to the depraved act you’d just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.
quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.
you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boy’s dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.
you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.
already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.
“oh- remmy, please,”
“shh, i know,” he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, “need to feel your mouth on me, baby.”
you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.
he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.
dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.
“oh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,” his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.
he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.
“shit- good girl, you can swallow now,”
you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.
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you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each other’s bodies was satiated for a moment.
he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as they’d be coming from quidditch practice.
you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.
“strip and get on the bed,” he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.
you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.
he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.
his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.
"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.
"yellow for slow, red for stop,"
"good girl, now lie back for me,"
once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.
satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.
slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.
you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.
“no, no please-, i was good! no-,”
remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.
“you’re creaming f’me already, baby? i don’t even have to try and your cunts all messy,”
tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.
“shh, it’s okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, ‘kay?”
you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.
he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.
you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.
you screamed when he didn’t stop, gushing around his cock as you’re immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.
he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.
you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.
“this pretty cunt is mine,” he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remus’ mouth.
you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.
you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.
“i know, i know, bunny. doing so well, that’s it, sweet thing,”
you’re a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.
you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.
“are you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?” remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.
snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.
james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.
sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.
“you okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,” he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.
unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, “she’s juusst fine, aren’t ya, sweet thing?”
you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.
sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.
remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.
“easy now, she’s tired,”
“she feels so good,” james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.
you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking that’s what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.
“please?” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“okay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,”
sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.
you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.
you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at sirius’ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.
“good girl, taking siri so well,”
“yeah, she’s so good- more please- oh,”
sirius’ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.
james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, “there you go, feeling good, baby?”
you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.
sirius’ cock twitched in your mouth when remus’ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to sirius’ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.
“fuck- rem i can’t- cant take both,”
“yes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?”
sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remus’ shoulder.
sirius’ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didn’t last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remus’ fingers inside too much at once.
whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remus’ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthrope’s fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boy’s cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.
you brought a shaky hand up to sirius’ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.
the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.
your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didn’t care, you weren’t even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of james’ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.
“you’re so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, m’so close- oh,”
remus knelt down beside you, taking sirius’ place as he murmured to you, “being so good f’me, darling. just one more and you’re mine again. cum on jamie’s cock for me and i’ll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.”
you instantly fell apart, nails digging into sirius’ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried he’d broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that he’s worth.
you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyone’s cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.
using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remus’ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, “mine.”
he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.
you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, “what triggered that then?”
you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the former’s large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.
“junior was leering at her,” he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, “he wanted to touch her.”
“we can deal with it tomorrow,”
“yeah moony, let’s just look after our girl for now,”
remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.
“it’s my turn again, sweet girl,”
despite being so worn out, you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.
you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.
Do you think I could request poly!marauders + lilly x fem reader where reader is best friends with them and has a secret crush for her best friends but assumes it is unrequited so she takes it slow until she catches them kissing secretly and getting together and realizing they're all dating so she backs off and suffers from heartbreak until she emotionally shuts down.
But she doesn't realize that the lot of them actually like her like that so they start to pine and simp for her together for years (reader being too oblivious due to denial and bad memories) and it takes up until graduation day for them to finally confess. Sorry if this is too much but your latest jily fic was so good but I need more angst before the payoff (cuz the angst is so delicious!) and marauders would be even better 😭
Never had much faith in love or miracales
summary : You were best friends with the Marauders and Lily, woven into their circle with teasing, study sessions, and quiet lakeside talks. But one night, rounding a corner, you saw them — James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily — tangled together in intimacy, kissing and laughing in ways that felt closed off to you. They didn’t notice you, and you scurried away, heart breaking. That moment planted the thought that you were just an outsider, extra weight in their closeness.
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The fire in the hearth was burning low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The Gryffindor common room had that particular hush it only carried late at night — when most of the house had gone to bed, and only the restless lingered.
You were nestled into the heart of it, surrounded by the people who had become your world. Sirius sprawled across the rug like he owned it, his hair catching the firelight in wild streaks, every inch of him radiating reckless bravery. James perched on the arm of a chair, glasses sliding down his nose, his grin as loyal and steady as the heartbeat of the group. Remus tucked himself into the corner with a book, quiet endurance etched into the slope of his shoulders, the kind of strength that didn’t need to be shouted. Lily sat cross-legged on the floor, her sharp intelligence alive in every glance, every word, grounding the chaos with clarity.
And then there was Peter — curled up nearby, half-dozing, safe in his role as little brother. You loved him fiercely, but differently. He was family, not someone your heart tangled itself around in the same way it did with the others.
It was in moments like this, when laughter and banter sparked between them, that you felt the weight of your crushes most keenly. Each one rooted in something deeper than surface attraction: Sirius’ bravery, James’ loyalty, Remus’ endurance, Lily’s intelligence. They were qualities that drew you in, made you ache with admiration, and left you wondering if they saw you the same way.
The fire crackled, Sirius tossed a cushion, James leaned forward with a grin, Remus murmured without looking up, Lily nudged your knee — and suddenly, the night unfolded into the kind of scene that would linger in memory, warm and complicated all at once.
The Gryffindor common room was thick with midnight mischief, the fire burning low as Sirius sprawled across the rug, eyes gleaming with reckless delight. He was halfway through describing the prank of the century — enchanted suits of armor marching into the Great Hall, bawdy ballads echoing off the stone — when James leaned forward, glasses slipping down his nose, and added eagerly that they’d claim it was all in the name of school spirit.
Remus smirked faintly from his corner, book forgotten in his lap, while Peter nodded so hard it looked like his head might fall off. The boys were practically vibrating with anticipation, their voices tumbling over one another in excitement.
Beside them, you and Lily exchanged a glance — heads tilted, lips twitching, amusement coating your expressions. It was the kind of look that said boys will be boys, without needing words.
“Honestly,” Lily said, shaking her head, her tone dripping with mock exasperation, “you lot never tire of embarrassing yourselves. Juvenile doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
You grinned, chiming in before Sirius could protest. “She’s right. If you put half this energy into studying, you’d all be top of the class instead of top of detention.”
James clutched his chest in mock offense. “Detention builds character! Besides, Quidditch counts as academics in my book.”
Lily snorted, her green eyes flashing. “Yes, James, because chasing a flying ball is clearly the pinnacle of higher learning.”
Remus smirked, dry as ever. “Don’t encourage him, Lily. He’ll start writing it on his essays as a qualification.”
You leaned forward, playful, unable to resist. “Honestly, it’s like babysitting a pack of overgrown children. You’re ridiculous.”
Sirius shot you a wolfish grin, his voice low and daring. “Ridiculous? Or daring? There’s a difference, love.”
Lily arched an eyebrow, amusement sparking in her eyes. “Daring would be standing up to Malfoy in Potions without turning his cauldron into a swamp. What you’re describing is chaos for chaos’ sake.”
The boys groaned in unison, but the laughter that followed filled the room, warm and familiar. You and Lily shared another glance — half mocking, half affectionate — the kind that said you’d always be there to keep them in line, even if they never listened.
The corridors were quiet, the torches burning low as you wandered back from the common room. Each step seemed to carry the echo of their laughter — Sirius’ wolfish grin, James’ mock offense, Remus’ dry wit, Lily’s sharp teasing. You could still see the way the firelight had caught in their eyes, the way the room had felt alive with mischief and belonging.
And yet, as you replayed it all, the ache settled in. Sirius, brave and reckless, had smiled at you like he smiled at everyone. James, loyal to the bone, had flushed at your words but his heart was already tethered elsewhere. Remus, enduring and gentle, had ducked his head, but not because he saw you the way you saw him. Lily, brilliant and grounding, had leaned close, but her affection was friendship, not the kind of love you secretly craved.
You sighed, shaking your head at yourself. Honestly, stop it, you thought. Nobody is in love with anybody. You’re just friends. Best friends. That’s all.
But you spoke too soon.
As you rounded the corner, the torchlight caught on a tangle of figures just ahead. Sirius pressed close to James, laughter swallowed in a kiss that was more daring than any prank. Lily’s hand cupped Remus’ cheek, her intelligence softened into tenderness as his endurance melted into vulnerability under her touch. It wasn’t frantic or messy — it was warm, deliberate, the kind of closeness that spoke of secrets shared and boundaries already broken.
You froze, breath caught in your throat, the scene unfolding like a revelation you weren’t meant to see. The ache you had been trying to laugh away sharpened, cutting deeper. They were all on each other, lips brushing, hands tangled, bodies leaning into one another with a familiarity that left no room for doubt.
And suddenly, your self-chiding felt hollow. Because here, in the flicker of torchlight, it was clear: love was not absent. It was alive, burning between them — just not with you.
They didn’t notice you.
Your breath caught, and before the sound could betray you, you scurried back the way you’d come, footsteps muffled against the worn carpet. The ache in your chest was immediate, sharp, and it pressed harder with every step. How long have they been together? The question reeled through your mind, relentless. Did they not want me to find out? Did they think of me as extra weight? Was I always the outcast, the one orbiting their world but never truly inside it?
By the time you reached the stairwell, your chest felt tight, your eyes stung. You pressed a hand against the cool stone wall, trying to steady yourself. Nobody is in love with anybody, you had told yourself moments ago. But the truth was there, undeniable, burning in the torchlight you’d fled from. Love was alive between them — just not with you.
The library was hushed, sunlight filtering through tall windows and painting the dust motes gold. You sat hunched over a heavy tome on ancient runes, the characters blurring as your mind kept circling back to what you’d seen in the corridor. Every page you turned felt heavier, every symbol harder to focus on.
A soft voice broke the silence. “Studying or sulking?”
You looked up to see Lizzy — her Hufflepuff scarf draped loosely around her neck, her smile gentle but knowing. She slid into the chair beside you without waiting for permission, as she always did. Lizzy had been your anchor long before the Marauders, the one you confided in when the world felt too heavy.
“I’m trying to study,” you muttered, tapping the runes with your quill, “but my brain won’t cooperate.”
Lizzy tilted her head, eyes narrowing with concern. “Something happened.”
You hesitated, the ache in your chest pressing harder. Finally, the words spilled out. “I saw them. James, Sirius, Remus, Lily… together. Kissing. Close. And they didn’t even notice me.”
Lizzy’s expression softened, her hand reaching across the table to squeeze yours. “Oh, [Name]…”
The questions tumbled out before you could stop them. “How long have they been together? Did they not want me to find out? Do they think of me as extra weight? Was I always just… the outcast?”
Lizzy shook her head firmly, her voice steady. “You are not an outcast. You’re their friend, their heart. But sometimes people keep secrets because they’re scared, not because they don’t love you. You’ve always been part of them — even if they’re tangled up in each other too.”
Her words didn’t erase the sting, but they steadied you. In the quiet of the library, with ancient runes spread before you and Lizzy’s hand warm against yours, you felt the first thread of comfort weaving its way back into your chest.
The library had settled into that comfortable rhythm again, you and Lizzy drifting from heartbreak into laughter, talking about everything and nothing at once. She was mid-sentence about how ridiculous Sirius looked when he tried to juggle quills, when the door creaked open.
Peter slipped inside, clutching a stack of parchment, his hair sticking up in that familiar, endearing way. He looked tired but determined, muttering something about finishing his Charms essay.
You glanced at Lizzy just in time to catch it — the faintest blush rising to her cheeks, her eyes darting down to the book in front of her as if the runes had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. She buried herself in the pages, shoulders stiff, trying to hide the warmth spreading across her face.
Interesting, you thought, a grin tugging at your lips. Lizzy liked Peter.
And of course, like any best friend, you had to do something about it.
“Oi, Peter!” you called, waving him over before he could scuttle off to a corner. “Come sit with us. Lizzy and I were just talking about how hopeless we are at Charms.”
Peter blinked, surprised, then shuffled over, dropping his parchment onto the table. “Really? I’m not that good either, but… I guess we can suffer together.”
Lizzy peeked up from her book, her blush deepening, but she managed a small smile. “I’m sure you’re better than you think,” she said softly, her voice almost shy.
Peter’s face lit up at the encouragement, his usual quirks bubbling to the surface — the way he fiddled with his quill, the nervous laugh that escaped when he tried to explain something, the earnestness that made him endearing despite everything.
You leaned back, watching the two of them, amusement fizzing in your chest. Lizzy’s blush, Peter’s quirks — it was all too perfect. And if you had anything to say about it, this little spark wouldn’t go unnoticed for long.
You had left Lizzy and Peter behind in the library, their heads bent close together, laughter muffled between parchment and ink. Out here, the silence was heavier, and your mind refused to quiet.
You weren’t thinking in neat sentences anymore — just fragments, flashes. The way James’ grin had softened, Sirius’ laughter swallowed in a kiss, Lily’s hand steady against Remus’ cheek. It wasn’t the what that haunted you, but the hiddenness of it. How long had this been stitched together without you? Was there a circle you were never meant to step into? The thoughts tangled, jagged, pressing harder with every step.
A flare of light broke your reverie. Sirius leaned against the stone wall, cigarette glowing between his fingers, hair wild in the night air. He smirked, as if he’d been waiting for you.
“Fancy a smoke?” he asked, voice casual, daring, the kind of offer you had never refused before.
But tonight, you shook your head. A small motion, almost imperceptible, but enough. You didn’t want to seem like someone who only took and took, not when your chest already felt hollow. Sirius blinked, surprise flickering across his face — you never refused a cigarette, especially not from him.
Your eyes fell, unbidden, to the small patch of red and purple blooming on his neck. Hickeys. The sight made your stomach twist, and you quickly averted your gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Sirius noticed the glance, though he failed to see the sadness behind it. His grin returned, sharp and teasing, as if nothing had shifted.
“Don’t worry, love,” he drawled, voice dripping with flirtation, “there’s plenty more where that came from.”
But you were already moving, your footsteps quick, carrying you deeper into the park. Sirius watched you go, baffled by the refusal, cigarette burning down between his fingers. He didn’t notice the ache in your eyes, the way your silence was louder than any laughter you had left behind. And you — you kept walking, the questions pressing harder, the night swallowing you whole.
The Black Lake shimmered under the moonlight, its surface rippling with the faintest breeze. You had wandered here to escape the weight of the castle walls, the heaviness of thoughts that refused to quiet. And there he was — Remus — perched on the grass with his back against a tree, a book open in his lap.
Your book.
You slowed, watching him turn the page with that careful precision he always carried, as though even paper deserved gentleness. The sight tugged at something inside you, equal parts warmth and ache.
“You know,” you said lightly, stepping closer, “I did lend you that book, not gift it. You could at least pretend you’re going to return it someday.”
Remus looked up, startled, then smiled faintly, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “I was only keeping it safe. You have a habit of leaving your things scattered.”
You arched a brow, teasing. “Safe? Or stolen? I should start charging you a library fee.”
He chuckled softly, but there was a shadow in his gaze, something that mirrored the heaviness in your own chest. The laughter didn’t erase it, only softened the edges.
You sat down beside him, the grass cool beneath your palms. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only by the gentle lap of water against the shore.
“Do you ever feel,” you murmured, eyes fixed on the lake, “like everyone else is living in a story you weren’t invited to?”
Remus’ fingers stilled on the page. He didn’t answer right away, and when he did, his voice was quiet. “More often than I’d like to admit.”
You glanced at him, the book still open in his lap, the moonlight catching the tired lines of his face. There was comfort in his honesty, even if it didn’t erase the ache.
“Maybe that’s why I keep lending you books,” you said, forcing a smile. “So at least we’re reading the same story, even if we’re not in it.”
Remus’ lips curved, bittersweet. “Then I’ll keep reading. As long as you keep lending.”
The words lingered between you, gentle and heavy all at once. You wanted to laugh, to tease him again, but the ache pressed harder, reminding you of the secrets you’d stumbled upon, the hickeys you’d seen, the circle you weren’t part of. And yet, sitting here by the lake, with Remus’ quiet endurance beside you, it felt like you weren’t entirely alone.
Remus chuckled, but as he glanced at you, something tugged at him. There was a distance in your eyes, a heaviness that didn’t match the playful words. You were teasing, yes, but the laughter didn’t reach your gaze.
He reeled inwardly, unsettled. You had always been steady, quick with warmth, never one to refuse closeness. But tonight, there was a shadow clinging to you.
“You’re different,” he thought, though he didn’t say it aloud. Instead, he tilted his head, voice soft. “Strange, seeing you so quiet. Usually you’d be scolding me for dog-earing the pages.”
You laughed faintly, but it was thinner than usual, like glass stretched too far. Remus noticed — the way your shoulders hunched, the way your eyes flicked away from his. Something had shifted, and he couldn’t place it.
He tried to tease again, to lighten the air. “If you’re going to sulk beside me, at least let me finish the chapter first. Misery loves company, but books love silence.”
But even as the words left him, his chest tightened. He wanted to ask — what happened? why do you look like that? — but he held back. You had always confided in him when you were ready. And so he sat there, book open, heart restless, watching you with quiet concern.
The lake lapped against the shore, the night pressing close, and Remus thought: Something’s wrong. She’s angsty, distant… and a little broken. But she doesn’t want me to see it.
And so he reeled, silently, caught between the comfort of your presence and the ache of what he couldn’t name.
Transfiguration had ended, the classroom emptied of chatter and footsteps, leaving only the familiar cluster — James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, and you. The quiet was almost strange, the desks scattered with parchment and quills, the air still humming with the remnants of McGonagall’s sharp voice.
You were all fixed in place, lingering as you often did, when the door creaked open again. Peter stumbled in, cheeks flushed, hair sticking up in that endearing way, clutching a single rose in his hand.
Sirius leaned back in his chair, smirk curling. “A rose, Pete? Bold choice. Who’s the lucky soul?”
Remus closed his book slowly, eyes narrowing with quiet amusement. “You don’t usually walk into class looking like you’ve just run a marathon. Care to explain?”
Peter fumbled, the rose trembling slightly in his grip. “I—uh—it’s… it’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” Lily echoed, her tone sharp but amused. “You don’t bring a rose into Transfiguration for nothing.”
The Marauders went full dad mode then, voices overlapping, teasing but protective.
“Is it for a girl?” James pressed, leaning forward. “Or a boy?” Sirius added, grin widening. “Or did you just steal it from the greenhouse?” Remus teased, though his voice was gentler.
Peter’s face turned crimson, his words tumbling over themselves. “It’s—it’s not stolen! It’s—it’s from Lizzy.”
Your breath caught, eyes widening. Lizzy.
“She… she gave it to me,” Peter stammered, clutching the rose tighter. “She… she proposed. To me.”
The room fell silent for a heartbeat, the Marauders blinking in unison. Then, chaos.
James let out a low whistle. “Proposed? Merlin’s beard, Pete, that’s—” Sirius barked a laugh. “That’s bloody brilliant!” Remus shook his head, though his smile betrayed him. “And here we thought you’d never manage to string two words together around her.” Lily’s lips curved, eyes softening. “Lizzy’s braver than all of you combined.”
Peter fumbled again, words tripping over his nerves. “I didn’t—I didn’t know what to say at first, but… she smiled, and I—well—I said yes.”
You sat back, heart fizzing with a mix of shock and delight. Lizzy had done it. She’d proposed. And Peter, fumbling and flushed, had said yes.
The Marauders kept teasing, voices warm, protective, amused. But beneath it all, you felt the spark of something new — a story unfolding right before your eyes, one you had nudged into motion without even realizing how far it would go.
The teasing swelled, laughter bouncing off the walls, voices warm and protective. And in the midst of it all, you found yourself laughing too, the ache in your chest loosening. For a moment, you forgot the chaos of secrets, the sight of hickeys, the weight of unrequited love. You were simply there, part of the laughter, part of the teasing, part of the story.
And for that heartbeat, it was enough.
Until it wasn't.
The laughter had faded, Peter’s rose and flushed cheeks carried off to Potions and Lizzy. The Transfiguration classroom was quieter now, sunlight slanting across abandoned desks, dust motes drifting in the stillness. It was just you, James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily — the circle intact, the warmth lingering.
You sat there, heart heavy but steady, trying to hold onto the echo of joy. Then Lily shifted, her gaze steady, her lips parting as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“I was thinking…” she began, voice soft, almost hesitant.
But you didn’t let her finish. The thought had already struck you, sharp and certain. They don’t need me. I’m just extra weight. If I stay, I’ll only make them uncomfortable. Better to leave. Better to step away before they have to push me out themselves.
You rose quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “I should go,” you said, gathering your books with hands that trembled just slightly.
Lily blinked, her words caught in her throat, the rest of her sentence swallowed by your sudden departure. James frowned faintly, Sirius tilted his head, Remus watched with quiet concern. But none of them spoke, not yet.
The door closed behind you, the silence pressing heavier than any laughter had before. And in that moment, you believed your “brilliant” idea was mercy — leaving them free, sparing them the weight of your presence.
The door closed behind you with a soft thud, and the silence that followed was heavier than any laughter had been. For a moment, none of them moved. James sat frozen, quill dangling from his fingers, his brow furrowed as though he were trying to replay the last few seconds in his head. Sirius leaned back in his chair, cigarette unlit between his fingers, his grin fading into something sharper, unsettled. Remus still had the book half-open in his lap, his eyes fixed on the door, searching for meaning in your sudden departure. Lily’s lips were parted, her words caught in her throat, the sentence she had been about to speak swallowed whole.
“Did she just… leave?” James asked finally, voice low, disbelief lacing every syllable.
Sirius scoffed, though it lacked his usual bravado. “She doesn’t just leave. Not like that. Not without a joke, not without—something.” He shook his head, tapping the cigarette against the desk. “That was bloody weird.”
Remus closed the book softly, his expression unreadable but his eyes troubled. “She was… off. Last night too. At the lake. There’s something she’s not saying.”
Lily exhaled, frustration and worry mingling. “I was about to—” She stopped herself, biting her lip. “Never mind. The point is, she looked… sad. Like she was carrying something heavy.”
James leaned forward, his voice sharper now. “Sad? She was laughing with us five minutes ago. She was fine.”
“People can laugh and still be breaking inside,” Remus murmured, his tone quiet but firm.
Sirius frowned, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. “She refused a cigarette last night. From me. She’s never done that before. Not once. And she looked at me like—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening. “Something’s wrong.”
The four of them sat in the classroom, the sunlight slanting across their faces, confusion thick in the air. They replayed every detail — your smile that hadn’t reached your eyes, the tremor in your hands as you gathered your books, the way you had left before Lily could finish her sentence.
“She thinks she’s alone,” Lily said finally, her voice breaking the silence. “And she’s wrong. But if she keeps pulling away…”
James slammed his quill down, determination flashing in his eyes. “Then we don’t let her. She’s one of us. Always has been. Always will be.”
Sirius leaned forward, his grin returning faintly, though it was tinged with worry. “Then we find her. And we remind her of that.”
Remus nodded, his gaze steady. “Before she convinces herself she’s better off without us.”
The classroom hummed with their confusion, their concern, their unspoken resolve. You had left believing you were extra weight, but behind you, the Marauders and Lily sat tangled in bewilderment, already plotting how to pull you back into the circle you thought closed.
..
It had been a week. Seven long days of reshaping your life around absence. You came to breakfast late, when the hall was nearly empty, and slipped into dinner early, leaving before the laughter could swell. Sometimes you reversed it — arriving early, leaving late — but always with the same purpose: to avoid them. To avoid the circle that had once felt like home.
Your schedule bent like clockwork, every corridor timed, every class exit calculated. You knew when James lingered after Quidditch practice, when Sirius swaggered into meals late, when Remus tucked himself into corners with books, when Lily’s voice carried across the hall. And you made sure you weren’t there.
It worked. You didn’t bump into them. Not once. But the ache didn’t fade. If anything, it grew heavier, pressing harder with every silence.
Meanwhile, the Marauders and Lily reeled.
James frowned at breakfast, scanning the hall. “She’s late again. That’s the third time this week.”
Sirius leaned back, smirk faltering. “She’s avoiding us. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
Remus closed his book softly, his gaze troubled. “I noticed. She’s changing her schedule. On purpose.”
The four of them sat together, meals half-eaten, parchment forgotten, their confusion growing with each passing day. They replayed every detail — your sudden departure from Transfiguration, the tremor in your hands, the way you had smiled without warmth.
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The Gryffindor dormitory was hushed, the fire in the common room long extinguished, leaving only the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the tall windows. Your roommate had gone off with her boyfriend, probably staging in the Ravenclaw dorm for the night, leaving you alone in the room.
The silence pressed in, heavy and unfamiliar. Usually, there was chatter, laughter, the rustle of parchment or the creak of bedsprings. Tonight, there was only you — your books stacked neatly on the desk, your quill abandoned mid-sentence, the air thick with thoughts you couldn’t shake.
You lay back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. The week of avoidance had worn you thin. Every meal timed, every corridor calculated, every laugh swallowed before it could escape. You had reshaped your life around absence, and now, in the quiet of your dorm, the ache was louder than ever.
Then came the knock.
At first, you thought you imagined it. A soft rap against the door, hesitant but insistent. You froze, heart thudding, before sliding off the bed and padding across the room.
When you opened it, the sight nearly stole your breath.
James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily stood clustered in the corridor, their faces a mix of determination and confusion. Sirius leaned against the doorframe, cigarette dangling unlit between his fingers, his usual grin replaced by something sharper. James’ brows were furrowed, his Quidditch hair still damp from practice. Remus held the book you’d lent him tucked under his arm, his gaze steady but troubled. Lily’s eyes softened, worry etched into every line of her face.
“[Name],” James said, voice low but firm. “We need to talk.”
Sirius tilted his head, smirk flickering but not quite catching. “You’ve been avoiding us. Don’t bother denying it.”
Remus added quietly, “We’ve noticed. Every meal, every corridor. You’ve changed your schedule just to slip past us.”
Lily stepped forward, her voice gentler. “We don’t know why. But we’re not letting you disappear.”
The silence pressed heavy between you, their words overlapping, their confusion palpable. You tried to speak, but James cut in, his voice sharper now. “You think we haven’t noticed? You vanish at breakfast, you leave dinner early, you walk the long way around corridors. You’ve been dodging us for a week.”
Sirius’ grin faltered completely, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “You refused a cigarette from me. You’ve never refused before. Not once. And you looked at me like—” He broke off, jaw tightening. “Something’s wrong. And you’re not telling us.”
Remus leaned forward, his voice steady but weighted. “You don’t have to carry it alone. Whatever it is, we can handle it. But you have to let us in.”
Lily’s eyes softened, her voice breaking through the tension. “We care about you. More than you realize. And watching you slip away like this… it hurts.”
James slammed his hand against the desk, frustration spilling out. “You’re one of us. Always have been. Always will be. Don’t you dare think otherwise.”
Sirius’ voice softened, almost pleading. “We’d burn the whole bloody castle down before letting you walk away.”
Remus’ gaze held yours, steady and unyielding. “You matter. To all of us. Don’t convince yourself you don’t.”
And Lily, her voice trembling but sure, whispered, “Please. Don’t leave us.”
The dorm was heavy with their words, their confusion, their resolve. You had thought you were extra weight, thought leaving was mercy. But here they were, refusing to let you vanish, demanding answers, demanding you stay.
But the dam had broken. The tears spilled, your voice trembling as the truth poured out. “I saw you. All of you. Together. Kissing. Touching. And I thought—Merlin, I thought it meant I was outside the circle. That you didn’t want me there. That I was just… extra weight.”
Sirius’ grin flickered, his bravado gone. “Bloody hell,” he whispered, eyes wide. “You thought that? You thought we’d shut you out?”
Remus stepped forward, his gaze steady, his voice low but unyielding. “You matter. To all of us. That night wasn’t about shutting you out. It wasn’t about excluding you. It was… us, fumbling, figuring things out. But you? You’re part of this. Always.”
Lily’s eyes shimmered, her voice trembling but sure. “We love you. Maybe not in the way you feared, maybe not in the way you imagined, but we love you. And we’re not letting you disappear.”
You sobbed, the words spilling faster now. “I thought leaving was mercy. That if I stayed, you’d feel uncomfortable. That you’d laugh without me, love without me, and I’d just be… too much.”
James pulled you into a hug, fierce and unrelenting. “You’re not too much. You’re ours. And we’re not letting you go.”
Sirius wrapped his arms around you too, his voice breaking into laughter and tears all at once. “Bloody hell, you’re stuck with us. Whether you like it or not.”
Remus placed the book you’d lent him on the desk, his hand steady as it found your shoulder. “You gave me this because you trusted me. Don’t take that trust back. Not now. Not ever.”
And Lily, her hand warm in yours, whispered, “Stay. Please. Stay.”
The dorm filled with their voices, their arms wrapping around you, their laughter breaking through the tears. You weren’t extra weight. You weren’t outside the circle. You were part of it — and they weren’t letting you go.
Hi I was wondering if you would continue with the marauders and shy roommate. It would be really cute to see the reader like walk into to the marauders alone time. I thought it would be a cute idea since she’s shy and to she how they react or something like that,
Hi gorgeous! I hope this is what you meant. If not, feel free to re-submit! thank you xx
roommate!marauders x shy!reader
wc: 892
You could hear laughter through the thin door of your apartment, alerting you to your roommates’ collective presence in your sitting room. You hoped the jingle of your keys in the lock would warn them of your entry. It seemed to have worked, because you were enthusiastically greeted as you walked through the door.
“y/n!” James all but cheered, pausing the program on the television. You just waved, hanging your coat and scarf on the hook. You tried not to stare at his hand on Sirius’ thigh, or the casual way they were all intimately strewn across each other. They had never outright told you of any more-than-platonic relationships between the three boys, but you figured they knew they didn’t have to. It was nowhere near the first time you had seen moments like this. Still, you hated the fact you were likely interrupting an amorous moment between the boys, and you didn’t want to be that annoying roommate who didn’t allow their co-habitants any privacy. You planned to grab something quick from the kitchen and escape to your room, as to not be nuisance to the boys in their own apartment.
Granted, it was your apartment too. But it was theirs first, and you were the obvious tacked-on member of the foursome. Something that despite all their gentle efforts to include you in their activities, you never stopped reminding yourself. You had almost made it to the kitchen without interrupting them further, before Sirius spoke.
“How was work, dolly?” Sirius lifted his head from Remus’ lap to beam at you. You turned just enough to not seem rude but also not make them feel trapped in conversation.
“Oh, it was fine. Just the usual. How was your day?” You politely responded.
“Much better now.” Sirius said, salaciously. You didn’t even allow yourself to consider what he was implying with that comment. Sirius, all three of the boys actually, often said things that made your heart race and your head spin with ideas that were simply not acceptable. You were their roommate, nothing else. You would have to over-estimate your importance to them, so any wandering thoughts of what else your relationships could evolve into were simply not allowed.
You shuffled into the kitchen, quickly returning with a piece of toast and tea. You padded past the gaggle of boys, all teasing and talking cheerfully. It was actually very heartwarming to see the interaction between your roommates. It was very rare to see such shameless affection amongst a group of boys. The only thing you feared more than overstepping was making them feel uncomfortable, like you were judging them, so you sent a polite smile their way, about to bid them goodnight.
“Would you like to join us, dove?” Remus called, just as you reached your door. You froze on the spot.
“Oh, no.” You quickly reformed your statement after realizing how rude it seemed. “Thank you, I mean. But I couldn’t intrude. You’re all already… yeah.” You trailed off, not sure how to express your meaning appropriately.
“Nonsense.” James scooted closer to the two other boys, making a (admittedly small) spot for you on the couch. “You wouldn’t be intruding.”
“It’s fine, I promise.” Remus said warmly. “We wouldn't have offered if we didn’t want you to.”
You found that to be very not true. Remus was too polite for his own good. All the boys were. They were so different to you than any other roommates you had in the past. You felt like you couldn’t go a single day without one of them helping you or being sweet on you. It was suffocating in the best way, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to get used to it.
“Please.” Sirius made an attempt to doe-eye you. When you made another glance at your door he dramatically collapsed back onto Remus. “You wound me dollface. You hate our company that much?” The look of panic on your face must have been intense.
“Christ, don’t guilt her pads.” James scolded. “Only if you want, lovely. If you're tired it’s okay.” James was polite and reassuring, but you could tell he was a little disappointed. Well not you had to accept.
“Okay. If you’re absolutely sure I’m not intruding.” You relented, moving to sit on the narrow gap in the couch.
“Positive.” James said, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pressing you to his side. He unpaused the show as he settled in next to you. Remus looked inquiringly at your plate.
“Is that your dinner, love?” He asked, concerned.
“Well, yes. I suppose it is.” You glanced at your still uneaten toast and your cooling tea.
“That won’t do. We have some leftovers from dinner, I’ll go heat those up for you.” Remus urged Sirius from his lap and stood up.
“Oh, that’s okay! You don’t have to. I couldn’t take your food.” You tried to reach to stop him, but your hands were full. Remus completely ignored your protests and was already in the kitchen.
“Oh, let him, sweetheart. It’ll make him happy. He likes doting on you.” James squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “We all do. You should let us more often.” He turned his attention back to the telly before you could even respond.
You didn’t dare let yourself imagine what the implications of that comment could be.
the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did.
summary. as the title suggests. this one was a request! i hope you enjoyed my version of this anon.
pairing/s. poly!marauders + lily / reader.
wc. 4.1k
tags. hurt/comfort, angst, peter pettigrew mention, not proofread, like seriously, fluff, happy ending.
cws: brief mention of violence and blood.
note: i am alive?? crazy. i began this fic, whilst sick, around august, nursing the worst headache ever. i wrote the middle of this fic, sick. and i think it's only fitting that i finished this fic. sick... honestly, i did not proofread any of this, i just know i lowkey love it. after the first one-thousand words, i just spiral and become delirious, so i don't even know what happened here. my first request finished! yippee! and thank you all for 2k :< i love you all so much.
i.
SIRIUS BLACK did not love you—not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
After Peter Pettigrew’s slight against his family, Sirius would never hold warmth or pity for the skittish mouse ever again. He was played for a fool. And, he did not know which betrayal had hurt more. Peter’s—or yours. (Had you known all along of your adoptive brother’s plans? Did you not think for one second that Sirius would, without a sliver of hesitation, put himself in the way of a killing curse to keep you safe? He’d have died before ever letting the fire in your eyes wither to ashes. Clearly, you did not share the same sentiment.)
He wanted nothing to do with you. Ever. And if the rat-bastard dared to show his face, not even Death would know where to put Peter’s body to rest. Sirius would keep him alive until he begged for death—until the idea of living frightened him more than dying. And for you—beholder of his heart, captor of his soul, and co-possessor of his mind—he could only hope that you stayed far away. You had wrecked him—all of them.
He wanted—
He did not know what he wanted.
For when it came to you, Sirius Black was reduced to a man wandering the deserts—mistaking clouds for water, and the sands for grass blades. You had ravaged every fiber of his being; consumed his every thought and word. The most ironic part of all was that if you had been the one standing there—Sirius would have let you Avada him. Dumbledore could scold him in the afterlife—Sirius could care less. He’d have snapped his wand in half and asked someone else to fight you because Sirius had vowed from the moment he met you that he would never harm a hair on your head. He would never be the reason that tears stained your pretty cheeks.
Well, apparently, trust and promises were not worth a damn thing nowadays.
No, he did not love you—even as you stood on the steps of Grimmauld, your hair ruined by the downpour of rain. Your lips bruised and bitten from a nervous habit Sirius had yet to break out of you.
“I didn’t know, Sirius,” you whispered—your voice the only sound falling on his ears amidst all the thunder and lightning. He only saw you. “Y-You have to believe me. If I knew—Gods, I would have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat. Fuck. I thought you knew me better than that.”
He thought so, too.
“Did you know?” Sirius began, taking a step forward and into the storm, a demeaning sneer on his lips. “That when Voldemort stood in our home, your portrait was right behind him? That was all I could look at. If I had died—you would have been the last thing I saw.”
You had not replied.
Sirius grit his teeth. “Go,” he said, voice hoarse.
“Go!” he yelled, grateful for the rain as it masked his own tears as you flinched from the sound of his voice. Not the thunderclap, the lightning strike—but it was him who scared you.
(But you had done so first.)
When you apparated away, Sirius crumbled to the ground and pounded his fists against the asphalts where you were moments ago, screaming and cursing until he saw blood flowing with the rainwater.
It was laughable, really. The way he did not love you.
It was not love that drove him to madness, pummeling Gideon Prewett into a bloody pulp for mentioning your name during a meeting with the Order. He had presumed you to be a Death Eater alongside your brother—Sirius instantly saw nothing but red. (He condemned Bellatrix, his own cousin, for becoming a madwoman. Yet, here he was, unraveled by the very thought of you. The very whisper of your name.)
But whatever it was that had turned him into a fool and a hypocrite all at once, it was not love.
ii.
JAMES POTTER had no love for you—make no mistake about that. He loved love, and he did so fiercely and truthfully. But you and Peter had broken his trust—defiled his loyalty from the moment your brother had brought Voldemort to his doorstep. (Did you know that as he begged and screamed for Lily to hide with their son, Harry—he thought of you? For a fleeting moment, he saw your face, marked by fear and tear-rimmed eyes. And James knew straight away that he would spit on Tom Riddle’s bare feet if only to keep his family safe. If only to see you once more. Alive and well. But, you must not have thought the same—if you had conspired with Peter to sell him and Lily out to the Devil reborn.)
The thought of you breathing was enough to keep James alive.
But, that was not love. It was a mockery of it.
No, he did not feel so much as a twinge of emotion for you. Not even as Mad-Eye Moody brought your limp body back to Grimmauld. It was not love that threatened the magic in his being—that simmered in his blood until the painted walls saw an indent of his fist. (“Poor thing,” McGonagall cooed as she pressed her palm over your forehead. Despite some of the members’ growing distrust for you, you still took an Unforgivable in their stead. “We can only wait. . . Four Cruciatus curses. . .”)
What more did James need to want to rip Peter apart limb by limb?
It was not love that rooted his feet by your side. Sitting hunched on a chair too small for his height, bags beneath his eyes, and the pale of his lips becoming noticeable to everyone who spoke to him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to you lovelessly—hands desperately clutching your own. Sirius stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest, dagger-like eyes waiting for so much as a twitch of your finger. “I’m sorry.”
It was a plea this time.
He only hoped you did not ask him to love you. For James could give you the world, hand-pick the stars, and burrow his body deep beneath the ground if you had asked for it—but he could not love you.
Everyone had told him not to hope that you would wake up. That your pretty eyes would not flutter open, and you would no longer look at him as you had before. But James was stubborn. He was selfish as he was stubborn. He did not love you—but he needed to hear the sound of your voice. And James would take it any way that he could. The soft cadence of a whisper, or a rough utterance of a single word. Molly Weasley told him to accept reality for what it was. (“You need sleep, dear,” the matriarch fussed. “There’s nothing we can do. Look at the Longbottoms. . . We can do no more for this one as we had done for them.”)
In the still of the night, he left his reveries on the cold of your skin. “Wake up,” he demanded.
“Wake up or else you’re the traitor everyone thinks you are,” James hissed.
But his words held no heat—and his heart held no love for you.
Make no mistake about that.
Then, when you finally woke up, disoriented and throat parched—a hazy recollection of the weeks before—James made sure that no more than four people could enter the room. He did not care if a hurricane, or if Voldemort himself—James had faced him once already, after all—threatened to break the door down. You were theirs to protect.
(But not to love.)
“We need to begin the questioning, James, you know that,” said Kingsley Shacklebolt, almost exasperatedly; weary lines written across his face. James would not allow even a toe beyond the doorway. An interrogation meant you had something to do with the attempted murder of James and his family. Whether or not you were innocent, James did not care—he just wanted you safe.
(And a small part of him already knew that you were not your brother’s keeper. Just as they had absolved Sirius of his family’s sins. It would be unfair to not show you the same grace. But before his mind knew that, James’s heart and soul had known the truth all along.)
He found Sirius gently tending to your every need, and already James knew that was Padfoot’s way of begging for forgiveness. The ebony-haired man hung onto your every word. He winced when you flinched, and pressed his apologies to your forehead, rasping for a kindness he did not deserve. Not after what he did. How he turned you away and cursed your name. How they betrayed you.
James did not love you.
But what else could he call the manacles that bound his hands and forced him to his knees when it came to you?
Not. Love.
iii.
REMUS LUPIN could not bring himself to love you. But, he could not love Sirius, Lily, and James either. He was undeserving of such a privilege. But he was not allowed to love you; Remus could only hope that you saw even a shred of worth in him—to wrest each word from his lips and every breath from his lungs. But, he did not love you. No.
Because loving you meant he was to tell you of your brother’s crimes. And Remus could not hurt you like that.
“P-Peter?” you had asked, wearing the eyes of a fretful sibling. Remus lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair gone astray behind your ear. Bellatrix had done a number on you—just as she had done to Alice and Frank. Remus was fairly certain that Sirius was off on a hunt for his cousin, his mind toyed with by the barbarity of war. What they could not do for the Longbottoms, they’d wring themselves dry to do for you. After the Lestranges’ attack, you suffered damage to your throat and memories. Remus could not bear to see you in such pain.
He could not give you love, but Remus would offer up to you his every limb, and the weary skin upon his bones.
“They. . .” Remus grimaced. How could he act as the bearer of bad news? He’d rather dive headfirst into shark-infested waters. Be anywhere else but here. In fact, Remus would rather snatch you away from the funereal walls, and hold you in his arms in the quietude of dawn, than be the one to bring anguish to your eyes. “They’re looking for him at the moment, love.”
One question lingered in your eyes: Why?
Luckily, Sirius was always the better one at sharpening a blunt knife. “He was a traitor,” he spat like acid. “A traitor to the Order. A traitor to us. He’s no friend of ours. Not anymore.”
But Sirius knew—better than anyone else—how difficult it can be to truly hate little brothers, especially once they’ve gone.
“No. . .” You trembled, almost retching as you sobbed into your palms.
Remus held you then, the front of his shirt soaked in your tears, eyes firmly shut as you trembled and heaved in his arms. The sound of your guttural screams bounced off the four walls, and Remus had to bury his nose in your hair. You were alive. Safe. Breathing. But you felt cold as ice; an empty husk stripped bare for grief to take over. And Remus could do nothing but hold you. (He just hoped that wherever Peter Pettigrew was, Remus would not be the first one to find him. Otherwise, they would not be able to recover even a fingernail from his remains.)
“Hush, love,” Remus whispered into your ear as you cried yourself sick. Mourning the loss of your brother, reeling from the betrayal of a bond that was supposed to be stronger than blood. Remus would make him pay, he vowed as much to you. No, Remus and the wolf in him did not know how to love. But he knew how to hurt. And, that, he’d gladly do for you. His body was for you to use as a shield, his soul for you to strip bare, and his heart for you to thieve and never return.
“Don’t cry,” said James, a shadow cast over his frames. “Not for Peter. Never. Fucking bastard will get what’s coming to him.” He laid on the vacant space of the bed, gently untangling your hands that were pressed over your heart. “I’ll make sure of it.”
They all would.
But not because they loved you.
It was not out of love, Remus had to remind himself in the coming days, when he stayed diligently by your side as you recovered. Daily sessions with the best healer St. Mungo’s could offer—as if James would allow anything else. There were days your eyes would glaze over, your words rough and sluggish, and Remus would try his damndest to make you smile.
It was the least he could do.
For failing to protect you.
But that was not love.
(It was hope. Wretched, disastrous hope as he fell to his knees, and your name in between his teeth.)
iv.
LILY EVANS was a fighter in all the ways that mattered.
And from the very first moment she held Harry in her arms, eyes raking over his wrinkly, bloodied skin; all ten fingers and toes, her soft cries over his loud screaming—Lily knew she would trade her life for his in a heartbeat. Little, lovely eyes that would soon see the world in his own time. Lily adored him. Cherished every tear, snore, and giggle. She knew then, that a mother’s love was entirely different from any emotion she’d ever felt before.
This was proven the first time Harry had gotten seriously ill. A few weeks after the attempted murder on the Potters, Harry was ceaselessly crying—screaming, even, every night—red-faced as he fussed every breakfast and dinner. Lily found herself at wit’s end. Her protectiveness had gone up a hundred measures; wouldn’t let anyone besides family or Madam Pomfrey see Harry. Yet, even with all the draughts and silly-flavoured syrups, Harry wasn’t getting better.
“Lily dear, you cannot actually be thinking about this,” worried Molly Weasley as Lily stood in front of your door, holed away in the room where you had been recovering for the last few days. It would be the first time she saw you since the incident. More than anything she was afraid. Frightened that you would look at her differently. Whether or not that fear stemmed from love, Lily was not concerned. “We can call for another Healer from Mungo’s to have a look at Harry. . . Who knows what might. . .”
Lily held Harry closer to her, lips firmly pressed, attempting to ignore the way his temperature was unnaturally high. “Might what, Mrs. Weasley?” She knew Molly was only talking out of concern, from a mother’s perspective at least. But she knew you better than anyone else. You would never hurt her, or Harry, that much she was certain of. And if you were the traitor everyone else was afraid of accusing you of, a sentence delivered by association to Peter—then let the guillotine fall, Lily would carry your crimes for you.
She remembered ever-so clearly in her sixth-year, you with dreams glistening in your eyes. (“I’m going to be a Healer, Lils! Minnie said I’d be a great one. . . I want to protect those I love. . . I know I can do it. . . Oh, I can’t wait to tell Peter that I’ve gotten recommendations already to work at Mungo’s after graduation.”)
And Lily recalled at that moment, she had felt a different kind of emotion that she had never experienced before. It was not love, of course. Tuney said she was too young and too stupid to know what real love was. But, at sixteen, what else could describe the way her heart fluttered and the way her lips threatened to break out into a smile whenever you lit up talking about your future? (It was just a crush, young Lily told herself.)
Only to be crushed and cast aside in the face of the war, where fighters took their place at the forefront of the lines, mothers and children hid; healers stretching themselves thin to be here, there, everywhere; where traitors walked in plain sight.
“There is no one else I trust more with my life,” replied Lily.
And that was that.
Lily skirted around Molly and opened the door to your room, where Sirius, James, and Remus all stood at attention at the sight of her and Harry. She ignored them, and headed straight to your side.
“Hello, love,” she greeted with all the gentleness she was made of, a smile creeping up to her eyes as Lily watched you turn your head at the sound of her voice. Truth be told, she did not know what her end-goal was in coming here. But being by your side had always made life a little more bearable, like all the illnesses in the world could not bring her down. And so, her magic had instinctively summoned her person to you. She, at least, was relieved to see colour returning to your cheeks, though the red in your eyes had dulled the hues she adored so much.
“Is that. . .?” you croaked.
Lily nodded. “Harry, meet—”
One of the loves of my life, the most loyal and pure witch anyone ever has the privilege of meeting, someone I want to stay in my life forever.
Lily’s smile wilted. “A friend.”
Later, she would place Harry in your arms—her little hope embraced by her dream—and Lily would wonder if it was by pure magic that Harry calmed in your presence.
For if love could hurt and destroy, could it mend and heal the broken as well?
But what a shame, for not one in that room carried an ounce of love for you.
(She would die for Harry, yes—but she would live for you.)
v.
YOU did not love them, either.
The very idea, thought—insinuation—was absurd. (Why, they deserved much better than you, after all.) With hands that failed to protect them, were you even allowed to hold them anymore? Did your heart have the right to breathe for them? You had failed as a sister and a friend—how much more would you have failed as their lover? Well, you’d never know.
Because you did not love them.
Merely wished them happiness and for the world to extend them kindness. For the sun to look brightly down on them, and for time to heal their scars and wounds. For if they were in pain, the earth would stop spinning. But such a request was not borne from love.
Surely not.
Because, then, that would have meant that it was love that teared you apart when Sirius cursed your name, when James turned you away, when Remus could not look you in the eyes, or when Lily—for all your history together—called you a friend.
The whole of you was made by the parts of them. Each memory welded into the crevices of your soul. From the moment you had all found each other in the same train compartment, same common room—there was a shift in the fates that bound all five of you together. (The ties were red, but the thread was not of love.) You did not believe in Professor Trelawney’s talks of providence and destiny.
Because if you did, then why was the universe so cruel?
Falling—not in love—for four people who could very much do without you in their lives. Lacking severely as a sister to the point you had not noticed your brother fading and fading away into the shadows.
Was love that unkind? That merciless?
Then, you did not want to love at all.
Oh, but magic or not, every creature on this earth selfish.
You were no different.
You wanted.
Oh, how you yearned.
“I LOVE YOU.”
You barely had enough time to react before Sirius pressed his lips to the side of your head, arm covertly sneaking around your waist. The sound of the train whistling as parents yelled their goodbyes filled the station. You stood in the midst of the crowd, eyes never leaving one window in particular as you waved at Harry, now eleven-years-old and now off to Hogwarts.
“Quite a random thing to say, husband,” you murmured, leaning into his warmth. “What for?”
“Just because,” he replied in turn with a fiendish grin. “Well, perhaps for choosing us, for choosing me despite all my fuck-ups. For existing. For being the beautiful, wonderful, kind, precious you. I could keep on going, my darling. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
You wrinkled your nose, eyes rolling from fondness. “I love you too, quite unfortunately.”
He only laughed and pulled you closer to him. “Let’s go home.”
–
“I love you.”
In the house built by new memories, warded by stronger protection charms, and filled with warmth and love—James said this to you each morning before he left for the Ministry, promoted after the war as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Not one foot out of the door until he had showered you in kisses and the symphonies of his heart. James had always been loud, even in his time at Hogwarts. The war had not taken this part of him, and you figured James was too loud to let it be taken from him. He was unapologetically and unabashedly him.
And you had loved him fiercely for that.
“I’ll be home early tonight,” he said, a quiet intimacy washing over the both of you. The early birds of the cottage. “Wait for me?”
“Of course,” you answered without an ounce of hesitation, delicately chasing after his lips. “I love you. Be safe.”
-
“I love you.”
“Are you saying that to me or are you reading from the book?” you teased from where you laid on Remus’s chest, hours after James left for work, the afternoon bringing you two together in the living room. Lily was in the gardens, and Sirius was in the shed working on his motorbike. It was perfect. You felt the rise and fall of Remus’s chest beneath you, his heartbeat close to your ear. He was perfect. It was a miracle you had not fallen asleep to the tender lull of his voice.
“Both,” he responded, hand coming up to trace the bare of your skin—a miracle you did not crumble or burn instantly from his touch.
You hummed. “Then, I love you, too.” Then, you grinned, lifting your head to stare up at him. “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.”
And, oh, how photographs could not capture the beauty in Remus’s smile as his eyes regarded you with such fire.
“My heart, my light, my desire,” Remus began, one finger ever-so softly tracing the curve of your cheek. “In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
–
“I love you.”
Said Lily as she lied in your shared bed, red-nosed and her cheeks pale, sluggish. The Christmas holiday was generous enough to gift her with an unfortunate cold that had been going around the wizarding world. “But, please, go,” she commanded weakly, gesturing for you to join Harry who was stood by the door. “It’s a lovely day outside for making snowmen with carrots as noses and snow angels. Not for taking care of poor old me.”
You rolled your eyes as you sat by her side, swiftly pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And I love you, which is why I would rather much be here, taking care of the prettiest snow angel to ever exist,” you countered, bringing a spoonful of broth to her lips. “Besides, Harry here has something to tell you. He’s made friends at school. One of them is Molly’s little one.”
“Oh, you did?” Lily cooed, before sniffling weakly. “That’s lovely, darling. Tell me all about them.”
“That’s not all, Lily mine,” you began mischievously as Harry’s eyes narrowed at you through his glasses. “This friendship apparently formed after fighting a troll.”
“You what?” Lily croaked, emerald eyes shimmering with concern and near-dread.
“Did you really, Harry?” James popped his head in the doorway, clapping his son on the shoulder before ushering him inside the room. A spitting image side-by-side as they took the empty space by the foot of the bed. “Good boy. Father approves.”
“Of course you would,” Lily shot at him weakly, melting when Sirius then entered the room and greeted her with a kiss to her cheek. “And where are you all coming from?”
“Outside,” announced Remus, tugging his tie from his neck. “Sirius and I took a quick trip to Diagon Alley to get some things that’ll make you feel better, Lily love.”
And as the snow fell outside, lazy winds against the window, your little family gathered in one room, there was one thing you knew for certain.
You loved them.
And they loved you.
a/n: i wrote all 4k words while sick. crazy. but anyway, i wanted to believe in love again so here i am. thank you all so much for being patient with me. i promise to do even better in the next fics!
