Reasons Why Treasure Should Be Allowed to Date Black & Lupin
poly!wolfstar x Crouch!reader who conducts a very important meeting [789 words]
AN: well here you go, Crouch!reader freaks (positive & affectionate). I tried.
CW: fem!reader, siblings, one mention of stroke inducing news, wishing fathers death, background rosewaterkiller, fluff
“Hello, everyone. Welcome.” You greeted primly, despite the fact that you were currently standing in your brother’s living room with his two boyfriends, Sirius, and Remus. “Thank you for attending the short meeting entitled Reasons Why Treasure Should Be Allowed to Date Black and Lupin.”
Remus and Sirius didn’t dare move, but with this, Regulus leaned further into Evan - whose lap he was already sitting in - as he muttered. “Is this really necessary?”
“Yeah, Treasure, we’re all adults here; you’re allowed to date whoever you want.” Evan offered with a snort of laughter.
“You shut your whore mouth, Rosier!” Barty spat near viciously.
Regulus shook his head with a sigh as Evan muttered with a roll of his eyes. “So…we’re in this kind of mood today, hm?”
“Well, now, hang on.” Sirius ventured, leaning back in his chair. “Let the witch speak.”
You beamed at him before quickly flipping the page of your muggle style easel-sized pad of paper.
“Reason number one,” you read aloud, slapping the paper with the tip of your wand as if it were a pointer, “Barty gets to have two boyfriends, so why can’t I?”
“That’s a fair point.” Remus offered, sharing a nod of agreement with Evan.
“She’s got you there, Bee.” Regulus responded, causing a disbelieving sound to leave his boyfriend’s lips.
“She does not have me there you sod!” He screeched before turning his attention back to you. “The difference is that my boyfriends are Regulus and Evan!”
You nodded slowly and dramatically at your brother as though he were a fussy nursery school kid who finally told you that the sky was, indeed, blue. “Right, so you’re dating a Black and a quiet, broody type-”
“Now, I wouldn’t say I’m exactly broody…” Remus tried to argue, only for Sirius to place a conciliatory hand on his knee.
“You’re definitely broody, babe.”
“Excellent point, Treasure. What’s the next argument?” Regulus prompted, earning him another smile from you and another scowl from your brother as you flipped to the next page.
“Reason number two: Barty’s not the boss of me.”
With this, Evan and Regulus began snapping their fingers as though they were at a poetry slam.
“I don’t like this game.” Barty pouted as he sat back in his chair, the picture of dejection as he crossed his arms rather petulantly.
“But wait!” You cheered, bending your knees and holding your hands out expectantly. “There’s more.”
Remus thought you looked like a car salesman in one of those muggle commercials as they told the viewers all about the various features of the newest model they were desperate to get off of their lot. He was thoroughly enamoured.
Finally, you flipped to (what Remus really hoped to be) the last page before reading it aloud. “Reason number three: dad will be furious.”
The room fell quiet at that, seeing Remus and Sirius sharing a cautious look with each other before they turned their attention to your brother; his eyes narrowed and one hand covering his mouth as he considered you.
“Explain.” He prompted, and you seemed entirely too eager to do so.
“If a poor - sorry Remus - halfblood Welshman wasn’t bad enough,” you began, shooting a malevolent smile in your brother’s direction, “I’ll also be dating, not only a Black, but the disgraced Black; a blood-traitor.”
Evan and Regulus shared a knowing look of their own before turning their attention back to their boyfriend and their boyfriend’s sister, and Remus felt…hopeful.
“I don’t think dad will be mad enough about Lupin.” Barty stated then, causing your eyes to flit over to Remus’.
Remus shared a quick look with Sirius before looking back at you, your eyebrow arched in question before he offered you one curt nod; his permission.
“He’s also a werewolf.”
With this, Regulus’ face contorted into what could only be described as a downright diabolical smile as Evan began cackling, and Barty’s hand fell away from his face in order to expose his mouth hanging ajar.
“Yeah?” You asked Barty, clearly reading his shock for what it was. “It’s good, right? This is stroke material, Bee. This might finally do him in.”
Barty’s eyes flit between you and your - hopefully soon to be official - boyfriends before he seemed to come to some decision.
“I get to be there when you tell him.”
“Deal.” You agreed quickly, holding out your hand which he quickly accepted into a formal handshake.
“He works at the ministry, though, he’ll likely already know about my status as a lycanthrope.” Remus explained ruefully, grimacing slightly at the prospect of having ruined some of Barty’s ‘fun’.
Except Barty simply let out a bark of laughter.
“So we won’t even need to preface the news! Oh gods, this is brilliant.”
