A Daydreamer’s Chronicle

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Are you still alive diva? Hope your doing okay❤️

I am! I’ll be updating you guys on some stuff that’s been going on soon, but I am very alive, and very, VERY well too…

Let’s just say a lot of things that I wish would happened happened and it’s been lovely but of course it’s also been hectic with a lot of stuff going on.

How are are you guys? I’ve missed you 🥺

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Lilly.... Help me. I swear. There's something wrong with me, why do I keep unfollowing you? Like I just realized I haven't been following you for a whole ass week. I did follow you again. So all is well. How are you doing luv? I hope you're doing well. I honestly wished I could talk to you in real life, because you're literally one of the sweetest people I know. I love you so much. Even if you didn't know(I know you do because I say it so often.) But you really mean a lot to me. And I honestly wished i had more time to read GC because why am I still at chapter 69...? I honestly know why, but I hate myself because of it. I really need to start reading GC again. I'm actully doing quite well myself. I've begon having some private conversations with one of my teachers at my school because I've felt really bad lately, with my body. (I'm a bit chubby. And I really hate myself because of that. I have no reason to though.) Besides from that. My life is doing so well. My band, the one I've told you about, we've finally figured out a name, 5 Star Michelin. Imma give you a short review of what we do and such. (Since I honestly just want to yap and catch up with you. Because I feel like my other ask's have been lost in your inbox.... properly have, but you're busy.) On drums we have a girl named Puk(Danish name.) She's a few years younger than me. On bass we have a guy named Sean. He's a few years older than me(I call him oppa since we're both into K-pop. I also need to tell you about that-) And on rythen Guitar and second vocalist, we have my best friend, Luna. And on second guitar and Front singer, we have me>,,^u^,,< Anyways, this saturday, May 03 in Tivoli in Copenhagen, my band is going to play, We'll play two new songs we've made. "The Lovers" and "Dreams". You're properly tierd of me. I'm tierd of myself sometimes, and I compleatly understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore... But I honestly feel so lonely sometimes. I really love you and @blacksgarden. You two mean the world to me. And you along with GC have properly saved me from depression. EHEM- anyways, I figured out I like K-pop around my birthday. And honestly Sean(bassist.) also likes k-pop and a lot of the same groups as I do. So we can talk about that together. Some of it is honestly really good. But not all of it though. A lot of it isn't really my taste, but I still like around five groups. (ATEEZ, xikers, ENHYPEN, Stray Kids and ALL(H)OURS.) Yeah.. I hope you're doing well again, and your father is doing better from the surgery. I hope you'll be more online, it always makes my day better when you post something:> I hope my other ask's will eventully find their way back to you in your inbox. Lots of love, and huge hugs from me.

Lots of love. - Vilma

Love, first and foremost. I COULD NEVER TIRE OF YOU.

NEVER

NEVER EVER

NOT EVEN ONCE

PLEASE NEVER THINK THAT AGAIN, PLEASE!

Has it taken me ages to get through some asks? Yeah. I've been crazy busy and I've not managed to get much of GC written and that makes me run away from Tumblr because I feel terrible because what right do I have to be here if I'm not properly writing anything at all?

I'm really sorry you've been struggling with your body. I feel like we probably all have, and it's awful, I know, I've been there, sometimes I still am, but you don't need to look like girls in movies or magazines to be amazing. Heck, I think you're incredible and I don't even know what you look like! You don't need to be skinny to be pretty, you already are gorgeous the way you are. You are kind, lovely and sweet!

Please be reassured you can talk to me whenever you want. WHENEVER! It may take me some time to respond and I'm really sorry for that, but please don't feel discouraged over it, I'm just bad at keeping up.

I have seen your ask, but I since I haven't written anything for GC, I feel like I gave no right to write anything for anything else until I get more GC done and then it's just and endless cicle of me procrastinating and being caught up on life instead of going back to being a proper writer lol (being rejected by 2 Creative Writing programs is not helping my case).

It's lovely to hear about your band, if you're ever willing to share more, maybe even your songs, I'd absolutely love to take a listen! And I'm really happy you're finding friends and amazing people out there too!

Dad is doing well, we're still getting better but it's a whole work in progress, thanks for the sweet messages.

Love you so much, Lils xx

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.4 K Warnings: none Prompt: Potions and plans. Proofread by sweet @daydreamandforget Richard's photo on header by: @holdmymallowsweet

Chapter 76: She's Got A Way

Wednesday, 26 January 1977

“What’s that?” Sirius asked as he sat beside you in the common room. You had skipped the study club in the end. When students found out you were part of it, they started to crowd around the library with the sole purpose of asking you questions. The regulars found it harder to actually concentrate, and by Tuesday, you decided it’d be much better to stop going, at least until ‘the fresh paint dried’ and people got bored of asking questions you would not answer. 

Not to mention how eerie it felt to be there without Nina sitting either next to you or a few seats away. On Monday, you had seen her wand and absentmindedly called her name aloud, intending to ask her to pass you some parchment, only to remember that she was no longer there, and you were the owner of her wand now. You got a few pitiful looks from some of the other club attendees, a short leg squeeze from Remus right under the table, and a chorus of hisses and tuts from the stubborn onlookers. 

“Potions journal,” you answered Sirius’ question, as you opened it a little wider for him to see. “Wolfsbane.” 

“Wolfsbane Potion? I don’t think I’ve heard of it.” 

“You haven’t,” you said confidently. “It’s just been invented.” 

Sirius frowned and looked at the pages again. “Is that the potion you helped Damocles Belby with?” 

“The very same.” You leaned down, opened your rucksack, and handed the potion to Sirius. “I think Slughorn already gave a vial to Remus as well.” 

“Mhm?” Sirius asked as he examined the bottle. The contents looked thick and syrupy, like Luminhoney. 

“Yeah, and I’m sure Belby thoroughly checked the ingredients and the process, but… I want to make sure,” You added as you pulled out a smaller notebook that you’d filled with your own notes regarding the process used to make the potion. You also had several books that you’d borrowed from the library scattered around the table in front of you, and you were cross-checking every single step and ingredient to make sure nothing would be poisonous or toxic, especially the wolfsbane.

“Well, if it’s called Wolfsbane after the plant then?” 

“Yes,” you said. “Aconite is very poisonous. In theory, the process we put it through to make this renders it harmless, but it’s extremely delicate and depends on exact measurements of several of the other ingredients.” 

“You think Belby could have made a mistake while preparing it?” He wondered, rolling the bottle around his hand.

“I don't think so, no,” you said and then sighed. “But I’m not letting Remus drink this until I’m sure.” 

“And how are you planning to do that? Feed it to rats?”

“Kless did that already,” you said as you shook your head. You scratched something in your notebook and then allowed it to fall on your lap as you turned your body towards Sirius. “That book there mentions a stone,” you said as you pointed at the largest book in your stack. Sirius raised one of his eyebrows. “An Italian alchemist called Andreas Berlusconi discovered it while trying to create the Philosopher’s Stone. He named it Scopritore di Veleni, but most people know it as Berlusconi Stone. Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire confiscated the stone. It’s rumoured that it was stolen shortly after his death.”  

“Was it ever found?” 

“No,” you sighed. “But according to this book,” you pointed at a small red book on the corner of the table, “Berlusconi’s writings were found in a lost archive in the late eighteen-hundreds, and guess who was made responsible for safekeeping them? Percival Dumbledore!” 

“Didn’t he end up in prison?”

“He did,” you said with a small nod. “But it was for something else. The thing is, when he was thrown into Azkaban and Professor Dumbledore started working here, his entire book collection was donated to the school,” you said with a smile and leaned back, feeling very proud of your findings. 

“Which means Berlusconi’s notes are somewhere in the library.” 

“My bet is on the Restricted Section,” you said with an air of absolute certainty. 

“And now, what?” 

“Well, we get his notes and try to recreate the stone, of course!” 

“Won’t they be in Italian?” 

You shook your head and smiled, evidently showing that you had done your research, “The official language was Latin, but Berlusconi’s mum was from Burgundy and there are rumours that he used to write his notes in French so people wouldn’t easily understand them.” 

 Sirius’ smile mirrored yours. “If that’s true, he did us a favour... When are we going to start?” 

“Has to be tonight,” you said. “I’ll ask Richie to go and check if the book is there. If it is, we'll try to collect it tomorrow. I don’t know how long the process to make the stone will take, but I hope we can do it before the next moon.” 

“Why?” 

“Remus told Slughorn he’d try the potion then.” 

“So… are you sneaking out tonight?” he asked with a pointed look. 

You shook your head, “Those nosy gits are probably still waiting for me there, because of the study club. I’ll just try and find Richie before curfew.” 

“And what are you doing… after?” he added, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know, it’s close enough to the moon for us to use the ‘smell of the pack’ excuse.” 

You laughed. Since the day in the bathroom, you had been sort of avoiding the boy’s dorm, at least when you knew Peter was going to be around. And you assumed he was thankful for it, since you were sure he’d have a hard time seeing you and Sirius all over Remus’ bed after what he thought had happened there, without Remus’ consent or knowledge. And while James hadn’t noticed your absence in their dorm much – being too preoccupied with the upcoming Quidditch match (even though Gryffindor wasn’t playing), Sirius and Remus had, and they missed you. Besides, they didn’t have much of an excuse to be close to each other without you around.

“Do you think Pete is ready?” 

“Who cares if he is,” Sirius said dismissively. “He can act all sanctimonious all he wants, like he’s not fucking Annie around every broom cupboard in this school; we all know he ain’t a saint. And we’re talking about necessary cuddles here.” 

You coughed out a laugh. By now you had to admit to yourselves that most of the time you three had spent cuddling had been anything but necessary – at least not for the safety of Vixen during the moon.

“I guess I could try,” you said, becoming softer all over. “We’d have to wake up for practice tomorrow either way.” 

Sirius groaned and laid his head on the sofa dramatically, “James’ obsession with the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game is doing my head in.” You sighed and nodded. “Last night he kept me up because he thought it was important to analyse Imogen and Henry's technique. He said she was ridiculously good now because she went into a Quidditch Winter Intensive with the Cannons, and she’d trained for hours every day there.” 

“Huh, I had no idea,” you said with an interested frown. You hadn’t really had much time to catch up with Imogen, and while you had seen her in your shared classes, everyone who knew you well – and wasn’t the boys or your roommates – seemed to avoid the Christmas subject as much as they could. 

Sure, the entire school kind of knew (or puzzled out) by now what you had done at Christmas, but you had no clue what those two had been doing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Imogen play.” 

“She’s good,” Sirius said. “But not good enough for Prongs to make me analyse old games that he stole from the fucking Hogwarts Quidditch Archive from last year.” 

“There’s a Hogwarts Quidditch Archive?” 

“Never ask him that question,” he warned. “But yes, there is one. They record all the commentary from the games and add some of the pictures taken to the files. I think they’re somewhere in the library, hidden behind a portrait or something.” 

“Is that how James became obsessed with Minnie’s lost Quidditch career?” 

“Yep,” Sirius said with a nod. “He found the records and read through almost every single one of her games back in third year. Lily was thankful for not being bothered by him for about an entire month. But hear this out. Everyone called Minerva Minnie in the games, so he had no idea it was the same person until he was called to her office due to a prank and noticed that she had a few pictures of Minnie. Naturally, he asked her about it, and she told him they were her old pictures. I don’t think Prongs has been that shocked since.” 

You laughed, imagining a younger James putting together that his idol turned out to be one of his most strict teachers. You were about to say something else when you spotted Tom walking in through the portrait. 

“Shit, what time is it?” you asked. 

“They’re still in the study club,” Tom responded, walking towards you and sitting on the armchair to the right. “I promised to meet with Minho today, so I left early.” 

You breathed and turned to the clock. “Did you by any chance see Richie on your way here?” 

“Richie?” he asked with a frown. 

“Richard Jackdaw,” Sirius explained. “The ghost.” 

“Oh,” Tom said with a frown, remembering him from the Hallowe’en Party. “No, sorry.” 

“No problem,” you said with a shrug. “I think I might know how to find him.”

“You do?” Sirius asked. 

“Yep,” you said with a nod. “I’ll stop by the kitchens before meeting him; you two need anything from there?” 

Tom shook his head, but Sirius’ eyes widened mischievously as he smiled, “Oh yeah, definitely bring us some snacks. For later.” 

Tom looked in between the two of you, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly hidden message, and then smiled complicitly. 

“Okay,” you said with an amused smile as you shook your head. “But there might still be no plan.” 

Sirius pouted. “You wouldn’t dare deprive us of your delightful company, would you?” 

“Dunno… perhaps I should,” you teased and leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips just before walking towards Lady McDougal's. 

“I reckon she’s feeling a lot better then,” Tom said with a thoughtful soft smile as he saw you disappear through the portrait. He hadn’t seen you so determined in a while. It was as if you somehow had been searching for a purpose, or a distraction, or perhaps both. Whatever helped you escape the pressure of the myriad of students chasing you about, digging for information. 

“She is,” Sirius responded with a similar softness. Not because he thought you were over it; part of him suspected you would never really get over what had happened to you, but you were learning to deal with it in a way that wasn’t destroying you, which is what really mattered. 

You popped your head from behind one of the statues and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anybody lurking, stepping out of the hole in the wall as quickly as possible and legging it towards the kitchens. You were quick with your spell on the ticklish pear and walked inside. It was weird to be sneaky at such a relatively early time. The kitchens were filled with busy house elves working on supper. They turned to look at you as the portrait closed behind you, and then went back to their tasks. 

Nimbletwist was the first one to approach you. “Mistress is here again!” she said with her squeaky voice and a toothy grin. 

“Yes I am,” you said, returning her smile.

“What’s you been needing today?” she asked. “More meat for small creature in your chambers?” 

“Actually, I require some rotten meat,” you replied.

“Rotten, Mistress?” 

“It’s for a friend of mine, yeah. He’d been trying to tell me something and I ignored him. Turns out he was right all along.” 

“Mistress is planning a revenge then?” 

“Not at all,” you said with a giggle, although you did wonder if Nimbletwist would have been willing to help had that been the case. It seemed like she really would, which was quite useful to know. “My friend is a ghost. I’ve been told they rather like the strong smell rotten meat has.”

“Of course,” Nimbletwist said with a nod. She had often chased ghosts out of the kitchen bins when stinky leftovers were present. She walked towards the far end of the room and placed something that looked rather dreadful onto a brown bag before closing it tightly and walking towards you. “The bag is charmed, Mistress,” she explained, “So the smell makes you not sick.” 

You smiled, “That's so thoughtful, thank you.” You hadn’t even considered that you’d have to smell it all the way to the meeting place, and yet, you were still immensely thankful that she’d worry about something like that. She smiled proudly in return. 

“Mistress needing something else?” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “May I have some snacks? I think I might skip dinner today…” 

“Those nosy kids still follow Mistress around, don’t they?” she said knowingly, as she shook her head and snapped her fingers, a basket started filling itself with a rather excessive amount of food. You didn’t even tell her you’d be eating with the boys, she would have given you enough food for an entire army. 

When she was done you thanked her and asked her about her day. She said she’d been working in the kitchens the entire time, and that Peblier was on cleaning duty. “He seen those kids following you in the morning, Mistress.” 

You sighed, remembering recent memory: a young and rather inquisitive Ravenclaw girl found you after Quidditch practice with James and Sirius, and sat right behind one of the doors to intercept you. She had planted herself right in front of you and was looking at you rather nervously. 

“If this is about Christmas, you better get out of my sight before I hex you,” Sirius had said in a rather impassive tone. The small girl had looked quite terrified, you assumed it was due to the way both James and Sirius towered over her. You were a few inches taller than her as well. 

“Well?” James said, his broom resting on his shoulder. He sounded a little more polite than Sirius, but he was just as fed up as him (and the rest of your friends) with all the outrageously harassing questions. 

The small girl hiccuped, looked around, and stepped out of the way. 

“You don’t have to be so mean, Pads,” you said as you walked along with them. 

“Yes, I have to,” Sirius replied. “Last time I allowed them to open their mouths they asked about Regulus, and if you were cheating on me with him, and if that was why he was so insistent on helping you. Twats, the lot of ‘em.” 

You’d cringed at the memory. It had been a pretty nasty assumption. Not to mention, some even had the nerve to insinuate something about you and Arkalis fucking Rosier, which you thought was both gross, and ridiculous. The man was older than your father! 

Besides, hiding your new relationship had turned out a lot harder when all eyes were on you. You had to be careful when you were with Remus, or you’d end up creating even more rumours. At least nobody knew where you had been during the winter holiday, and most assumed you had been at the Leaky Cauldron the whole time, since someone claimed to have spotted you there at some point.

You were drawn back to the present by Nimbletwist handing you the basket. “I can trip them, Mistress. While they follow you, so they stop.” 

“I don’t think that’s–“ 

“Or Peblier and I could add laxative potion to their food at breakfast, they’d have to leave ye alone, then.” 

You tilted your head to the side, considering the option and then shook your head as you sighed. You could not do that to them. “They’re curious about… the events. It’s the biggest drama of the last few years and a welcome distraction from the war, I think. The Prophet needed news and so they've been exploiting the thing everyone was talking about. It’s understandable that they would have questions… they’re curious. We cannot punish them for it.” 

Nimbletwist blinked, as if considering your words, and then shook her small head. Her big blue eyes shone. “Me sees it differently, Mistress. Curiosity is good if it does not affect others, but it’s bad if it does. Think about it. Curiosity must not be punished, but what if it becomes invasion?” 

You were at a loss for words. Nibletwist’s thoughts were wiser than they let on. They didn’t just make sense, she worded them so brilliantly that it even got through you. “We’re still not going to hurt them, even if you have a very good point.”

“If ye change yer mind, Mistress. Nimbletwist and the elves are more than willing to help.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “For everything.” 

“Always joyous to help.” She smiled and walked back to the spot where she had been cutting carrots for a stew while you took the brown paper bag and the basket in your hands. “Have a good evening, everyone,” you said to the rest of the elves. Some replied politely, some seemed overly focused, and a few of the more grumpy ones looked pleased that you were finally leaving.

Once you were outside, the portrait closed right behind you and you took out the magic hairpin you’d gotten at Knockturn Alley out of your bag, and put it on. You had tried to use it as little as possible in Hogwarts since you knew how precious it was and you did not want people to recognise your secret identity, but you did not want to risk anybody finding you before you found Richie. Besides, at this point, a completely unknown and new student had higher chances of going unnoticed than you did, for better or worse.

You sped through the halls gripping the bag and the basket, with your head down; your steps just quick enough to avoid people looking at you for too long, but slow enough so it seemed like a natural pace. You found the right corner of the castle and rubbed the frog. In a matter of seconds, you were burped out inside the secret hiding spot. It was empty. 

Not that you were expecting your ghostly friend to be here; to your knowledge, he didn’t really spend that much time here in general. What you did know is that he had spent a lot of time here when he was alive, and you were going to bank on that. You took off the hairpin and then placed both the basket and the paper bag onto the counter, while looking around the place. You were sure you’d find something that had belonged to Richie if you dug deep enough. 

You opened some of the cabinets and dug through some of the books, opening the covers to see if they had a name tag on them. Most of them were library books, but once you had reviewed everything, you noticed there was something rather weird with the cabinet, the top shelf section seemed a lot deeper than the bottom. You raised one of your eyebrows before pulling enough books so that your hand would fit in. You knocked on the wood, and a hollow sound reverberated back to your ears. 

“You sneaky little bastard, a hiding nook within a hiding spot,” you whispered as you pulled the rest of the books out. You then placed your hand back inside and started looking for the way to open the secret section. You slid your hand inside, brushing your fingers near the corners and feeling the wood’s grain as you did. You felt a sharp puncturing pain and pulled your hand out quickly. You had gotten a small splinter stuck in your index finger. 

“Fuck,” you whispered and took your wand out and pulled the splinter out with a small and quick summoning charm before dragging your finger to your mouth and sucking the drop of blood that had spilt from it. You looked at the cabinet again and leaned your head down using Lumos to see what was in there. There was no button, no ribbon to pull, no door to slide, nothing. There had to be a way to get in there. But how?

You looked around the room, trying to dissect the problem into smaller bits, when you realised this wasn’t another one of your dad’s tests where there was only one solution, and it was typically his solution. You took your wand out again and pointed it straight towards the cabinet. “Accio wooden plank!” you said. The plank flew out of its way and crashed onto you sharply. 

“Fuck!” you said again, now a tad angrier than when you got the splinter, but it was quickly dissipated when you realised there really had been something hiding inside the secret compartment. You smiled, discarded the wooden plank to the side, and pulled out an old-looking journal. 

You opened the first page, and there it was, written in neat cursives: Richard Jackdaw. 

Got you! You thought as you opened a random page of the journal. It started with a date and it was followed by a rather boring retelling of his day, ending with an interesting conclusion to a Defense Against the Dark Arts class that explicitly spoke of the Unforgivable Curses. 

Of course, you knew what they were, but you had never seen such a thorough explanation of what they did and how to cast them properly. You eyed the journal a little bit more. The handwriting seemed slightly different at the beginning from the end, which you found oddly interesting. But the second part seemed to be written in more of a rush than the previous one, and you knew from experience how your own handwriting was remarkably different when it was written with care or when it was scribbled hastily. The writing spoke of a beautiful girl named Apollonia, another one named Anne, and later of a boy named Sebastian, who seemed to be the one that had taught him the Unforgivables. 

You frowned but stood up, carelessly waving your wand over the floor so the wooden plank would go back to its place, and then placed the journal on top of the table. You picked a parchment and a charcoal pencil from your bag and started drawing a symbol with runes on the sides. Old magic, you had used it before in Potions, and it was often the main source in Divination. You had read a lot about it lately, and apparently there was a spell that could summon ghosts. 

You had your doubts, of course. You had never heard of such a thing before the book you were currently reading. But if there were spells to repel them, why not some that could summon them instead? You added the last detail of the Antropos symbol and placed the journal in the middle. 

“Kaleí Fantasmae,” you said as you pointed your wand towards the goblet with dried mugwort and sage leaves. “Faté Richard Jackdaw.” 

You waited, looking around to see if he had arrived, and when nothing other than the room getting colder happened, you sighed. If you left through the Honydukes passage, you might arrive at the Headless’ Hunt reunion by the time– 

“What in the name of Salazar is this?” You heard a bewildered voice from behind and smiled when you spotted him. 

“Bloody hell, it actually worked!” 

“You did this?” He asked as he pointed an accusing finger at you. “Of course you did this!” 

You smiled apologetically at him, “I didn’t know it was going to work.” 

“You wench!” he said. He looked quite offended, so you decided to just let him let it out of his system. “Did you at least consult whichever cursed book you got that spell from? Did it say how ridiculously disturbing it would be for a ghost?” 

“I’m afraid the book did not really take into account the feelings of ghosts. It’s more about trapping them, and banishing them than anything…” 

“Can you credit it?” he retorted, his cheeks blowing out some non-existent air before he turned to look at you again. “It was like apparating for the first time! And I’m not supposed to feel any pain or nausea!”

“I’m really sorry,” you said honestly. “I didn't mean to hurt you.” 

“And yet you summoned me anyway.” 

“I actually brought you something,” you tried appeasing him, taking the bag of rotten meat and pushing it toward him as you opened it, a peace offering. 

He looked at the bag and opened it to examine its contents. His cranky expression started to fade before turning back to you, his frown deepening again. “Oh… Oh. You want something.” 

You left the bag on the furthest edge of the table and sat on the other one, moving the sage goblet in between you and the meat. Turns out it's useful for more than one reason. 

“Well, maybe I just want to have a meaningful conversation.” 

“And I had a marvellous time getting here for it,” he retorted sarcastically. 

“Enjoy your meat,” you smiled, and then spotted the journal again. You tapped your fingers over it. “By the way… I knew of Apollonia and Anne but, who was Sebastian?” 

He turned back at you with a shocked expression. “You read my diary?” 

“Well I needed something of yours to summon you,” you said with a shrug. 

“How did you even find it?” 

“With determination,” you responded as you shrugged. “I even got a splinter,” you said and showed him your still red finger. 

“And you called me because?” 

“Don’t make this sound so transactional!” you chided. “I actually did want to talk to you. And was planning to do it as soon as I bumped into you, so to speak… But I’ve been staying at the Gryffindor Tower a lot, and, well… The reason for which I summoned you came up.” 

Richie’s annoyance seemed to dissipate again, his face turning into one of understanding. “Myrtle mentioned something about Christmas, the portraits have also been whispering things.” 

You sighed and allowed your back to fall on the chair with an almost dramatic flare. You were still staring at the ceiling when you spoke again. “You’re not gonna tell me to talk about my feelings and share an emotional moment, are you?” 

Richie straight up laughed at that, shaking his head as he looked at you. “I’m just happy you seem okay.” 

You turned your head towards him. “Though you’d be better off without the pesky little human friend that summons you?” 

“Perhaps, but I’d miss your nonsense,” he said with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to laugh. At least the ghosts didn’t pity you. Perhaps it was because they themselves had already died, and more often than not in terrible ways. If you were alive, then you were already winning. There was a comfortable silence as laughter died out and you turned to him with a cheeky smile. “So… who was Sebastian? Another conquest?” 

“Ugh, not mine, no. I was never really into gentlemen if you know what I mean.” 

“Best friend?” 

“We weren’t even alive at the same time.” Richie laughed. “He was remarkably talented, though.” 

“Why do you speak so often of him then?” 

“I did not write that part of the journal. A really good friend of mine did. I once told you that you reminded me of them, remember?” 

You frowned, you had a vague memory of it. “So he was their friend, not yours?” 

“Indeed,” Richie nodded. “How are your boyfriends, by the way?” You laughed. He continued, “What? No correcting me this time? What about ‘Oh, Richie, but I only have one boyfriend!’ ” 

“My voice isn’t nearly that high pitched, or annoying.” 

“Would it make you feel better If we pretend it isn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes. “They’re all right.” 

“So you just gave up? You’re gonna let me call them your boyfriends?” 

“I’m not giving up,” you said, leaning up, sitting up again and then shrugging. “You were right about the whole thing, turns out.” 

“I was right? Of course I was right! You’re dating both of them now, aren’t you? Minx!” 

“It's not public knowledge, and I’d rather it stayed that way,” you looked pointedly at him.

He hummed. “I’ll take it to the grave.” 

“You must think you’re hilarious,” you said, even if you were shaking your head in amusement. 

“Drop-dead funny,” he retorted. 

You scoffed and shook your head with a faint smile on your lips before turning back to him. “Actually, I wanted to ask how you dealt with your relationship with Apollonia and Anne.” 

“It’d be more like, how not to handle a relationship like that,” he said as he shook his head. “At the beginning everything was perfect. Llonie and Anne seemed to really be into each other, as much as they were onto me. But then I became obsessed with a puzzle I found on some pages of an old book and tried to decipher them with Llonie. Well, she found them an incredible bore, and told me to occupy myself with something more useful. Told me she could not marry a nobody who was stuck in his dreams–“ 

“Ouch,” you said with a small frown. 

“Well, she was a Black,” he shrugged. 

“Sirius is not like that.” 

“Must be the Potter and Lupin influence then,” he said with a shrug. You were about to argue that Reggie wasn’t like that either, but that was another friendship that couldn’t be made public knowledge right now, for his safety. 

Richie continued, “Anyway, Anne really liked puzzles and so we started spending time together for longer periods, trying to sort it all out by ourselves. Llonie then turned jealous because I was paying a lot more attention to Anne, and asked me if I would end up marrying her instead, and if that had been my plan all along, and I told her that I was happy with the relationship we had, that I wanted the three of us to be together…” 

“But that didn’t appease her,” you guessed with a sad sigh. 

“Right,” Richie agreed. “Eventually, Anne helped me solve the puzzle and I wanted to go into the cave. She said it was too dangerous, and that we should bring Llonie along – since she was remarkable at Defense Against the Dark Arts when we were in school, but I told her that she wouldn’t come, that she hated us now…” 

He had a forlorn look in his ghostly face as he continued, “I should have gone to her, though. Anne was supposed to meet me at the gates. I left a puzzle to show her the way, but she didn’t come, I thought she had decided to leave me too and I went inside, alone. I found several treasure chests, small ones, but I was so sure there would be something big at the end of the map. When I arrived at the centre, I was suddenly beheaded by a massive stone statue.” You gulped, you had no idea Richie would actually tell you the story behind his death, since ghosts rarely talked about it. “To be honest, I barely even felt it. It was a sharp pain that lasted only for a split second. Somewhat of a… whooshing breeze? But when I came back as a ghost, I was disorientated and had no idea how I’d died.” Richie recounted with such a heartbreaking resignation, you almost wished you could hug him.

“I appeared on Hogsmeade and the only thing I could remember was that the two loves of my life had abandoned me, and that I had died because of it, so I left.” He sighed. “But people had seen my ghost and they started talking about it. Turns out Anne had gone to Llonie, trying to convince her to come along, but Llonie had refused. When she later heard of my death, she instantly blamed Anne for it and lied, saying that she had been the one to murder me.” You were horrified and felt great sympathy for Jackdaw, at his vulnerable revelations to you.

“You know, I found out too late that Anne hadn’t even managed to solve the puzzle I gave her, and that was the reason she’d gone to Llonie instead of me. She then spent years in Azkaban, convicted of a crime she didn’t commit.” 

“That sounds horrifying.” 

“It was,” Richie said with a nod. “But my friend, she found out, went to the cave, and solved the mystery of my death, returning something I had stolen and eventually – after I gave my testimony – absolving Anne.” 

“But Apollonia had already died,” you said with a frown. You knew that part; you’d read the article about the solved mystery written by Auror Ominis Gaunt. 

“Belladonna,” Richie said with a nod. “I have plenty of regrets, but my biggest is not talking it out with them and rushing into danger alone. It created a rift that ultimately destroyed us. One in Azkaban, the other alone, and me, a ghost.” 

“I’m sorry Richie,” you said honestly. “I didn’t mean– I mean, I wanted to– Thanks for the tip.” 

Richie smiled, “I like to imagine they’re both happy together someplace else.” 

“But what about you? Have you never thought of… crossing the veil?” 

“You can’t do that after you’ve rejected death. It won’t take you.” 

“So, you’re stuck?” 

Richie nodded with a small, almost regretful smile. “But it’s alright. I enjoy this place, the adventures and puzzles hidden in this castle and beyond have always been fascinating, I’m sure you’d agree.” 

“Was Anne’s puzzle really hard?” you asked with a frown. 

“I’m not sure she tried to solve it before going to Llonie, she wanted an excuse to convince her to come along. She loved her too, and Llonie loved her back. It’s ridiculous how such a strong love can turn into hate and resentment in seconds… Talk to your boys, always.” 

You nodded, taking his words to heart. You would not make the same mistakes, you could not make the same mistakes.

“But hearing a sad ghost story is not the reason you summoned me here, is it? I’d believe it if you hadn’t brought the meat, but this,” he pointed at the paper bag “smells like good old bribery.”  

You sighed, “There might be another reason I called on you.” 

“If you want me to convince the Headless Hunt to do another one of those prank things, then it’s out of the question. Dumbledore was so angry he threatened to speak to the Spirit Division. They forced Myrtle back into Hogwarts, you know?” 

You had heard of that story. Myrtle had crashed her brother’s wedding and made a fuss, and they called the department on her. Apparently, she wouldn’t be able to leave Hogwarts until all of her relatives had passed. “It’s not for a prank. Promise.” 

“Oh?” 

“It’s actually for information,” you explained. “I need you to go to the Restricted Section.” 

“You’ve snuck in there already, why do you need my help?” 

“I don’t know where the book I’m looking for is, or even if it is still there.” 

Richie made a slightly disgruntled expression. “What are you on about now?” 

“You could maybe ask the help of the ghost lady that haunts the Restricted Section… White-Haired Ellie?”  

“Eleanor Atkinson,” he said. “We tried dating back in the nineteenth century, you know. It ended quite badly.” 

“You’ve tried dating? As ghosts? How does it even–” 

“Well, one has to keep himself busy after death,” he said with a small shrug. “I’m not really eager to see her again, though.” 

“Please?” you said with a small pout. “I’ll get you more rotten meat…” 

“How much more?” 

“I’ll send my owl with a pack every fifteen days for 2 months, straight to the Headless Hunt Headquarters.” 

“Six months.” 

“I have things to do, Richie,” you said with a sigh. “Four is the best you’re gonna get.”

Richie gave you a pointed look, but acquiesced, “What book do you need then?” 

“A journal – may be an annotated book – by Andreas Berlusconi.” 

“Andreas Berlusconi?” Richard said with a frown. “Why does that name sound familiar to me?” 

“Maybe you’ve read the book?” 

“No, Llonie was the swot who knew about writers, not me. Andreas… Andreas… Hang on! I know him!” 

“You what?” 

“He’s a ghost! An honorary member of the Headless Hunt! I must have seen him last about… seventy years ago I think.” 

“Honorary member?” 

“Yeah, well, because he’s headless, but not from England. I think he’s often a substitute teacher at Durmstrang.” 

“That means… we could possibly get in touch with him if we don’t crack it with his notes!” Your speech started speeding up, you were getting quite excited about new possibilities.

“And what do you want to crack, pray tell?” 

“The Scopritore di Veleni,” you said with a smile. 

“Am I supposed to know what that is?” 

“The Berlusconi Stone, a magical item that helps you detect poisons.” 

“Do you feel like you’ll get poisoned soon?” he asked with a frown.

“Huh?” you asked with a small frown of your own. “Not at all, it’s to help a friend.” 

“One of your boyfriends?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Maybe,” you replied with a sheepish smile… “Is it all right if I meet you tomorrow in my common room? At about six-thirty?” 

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Why the urgency?” 

“I can’t really tell you,” you responded. “But I have to replicate that stone before a deadline.” 

“The stone that was lost and nobody’s ever managed to replicate?” 

“Well, nobody’s ever had Berlusconi’s notes,” you said with a confident smirk.

For a second, Richie wondered if you were going on a wild goose chase to try and get your mind off things, but your words rang true as well. Perhaps the Berlusconi Stone wasn’t that hard to replicate. After all, Berlusconi hadn’t come off as a remarkably brilliant ghost when they met. 

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Chapter 76: She's Got A Way

Wednesday, 26 January 1977

“What’s that?” Sirius asked as he sat beside you in the common room. You had skipped the study club in the end. When students found out you were part of it, they started to crowd around the library with the sole purpose of asking you questions. The regulars found it harder to actually concentrate, and by Tuesday, you decided it’d be much better to stop going, at least until ‘the fresh paint dried’ and people got bored of asking questions you would not answer. 

Not to mention how eerie it felt to be there without Nina sitting either next to you or a few seats away. On Monday, you had seen her wand and absentmindedly called her name aloud, intending to ask her to pass you some parchment, only to remember that she was no longer there, and you were the owner of her wand now. You got a few pitiful looks from some of the other club attendees, a short leg squeeze from Remus right under the table, and a chorus of hisses and tuts from the stubborn onlookers. 

“Potions journal,” you answered Sirius’ question, as you opened it a little wider for him to see. “Wolfsbane.” 

“Wolfsbane Potion? I don’t think I’ve heard of it.” 

“You haven’t,” you said confidently. “It’s just been invented.” 

Sirius frowned and looked at the pages again. “Is that the potion you helped Damocles Belby with?” 

“The very same.” You leaned down, opened your rucksack, and handed the potion to Sirius. “I think Slughorn already gave a vial to Remus as well.” 

“Mhm?” Sirius asked as he examined the bottle. The contents looked thick and syrupy, like Luminhoney. 

“Yeah, and I’m sure Belby thoroughly checked the ingredients and the process, but… I want to make sure,” You added as you pulled out a smaller notebook that you’d filled with your own notes regarding the process used to make the potion. You also had several books that you’d borrowed from the library scattered around the table in front of you, and you were cross-checking every single step and ingredient to make sure nothing would be poisonous or toxic, especially the wolfsbane.

“Well, if it’s called Wolfsbane after the plant then?” 

“Yes,” you said. “Aconite is very poisonous. In theory, the process we put it through to make this renders it harmless, but it’s extremely delicate and depends on exact measurements of several of the other ingredients.” 

“You think Belby could have made a mistake while preparing it?” He wondered, rolling the bottle around his hand.

“I don't think so, no,” you said and then sighed. “But I’m not letting Remus drink this until I’m sure.” 

“And how are you planning to do that? Feed it to rats?”

“Kless did that already,” you said as you shook your head. You scratched something in your notebook and then allowed it to fall on your lap as you turned your body towards Sirius. “That book there mentions a stone,” you said as you pointed at the largest book in your stack. Sirius raised one of his eyebrows. “An Italian alchemist called Andreas Berlusconi discovered it while trying to create the Philosopher’s Stone. He named it Scopritore di Veleni, but most people know it as Berlusconi Stone. Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire confiscated the stone. It’s rumoured that it was stolen shortly after his death.”  

“Was it ever found?” 

“No,” you sighed. “But according to this book,” you pointed at a small red book on the corner of the table, “Berlusconi’s writings were found in a lost archive in the late eighteen-hundreds, and guess who was made responsible for safekeeping them? Percival Dumbledore!” 

“Didn’t he end up in prison?”

“He did,” you said with a small nod. “But it was for something else. The thing is, when he was thrown into Azkaban and Professor Dumbledore started working here, his entire book collection was donated to the school,” you said with a smile and leaned back, feeling very proud of your findings. 

“Which means Berlusconi’s notes are somewhere in the library.” 

“My bet is on the Restricted Section,” you said with an air of absolute certainty. 

“And now, what?” 

“Well, we get his notes and try to recreate the stone, of course!” 

“Won’t they be in Italian?” 

You shook your head and smiled, evidently showing that you had done your research, “The official language was Latin, but Berlusconi’s mum was from Burgundy and there are rumours that he used to write his notes in French so people wouldn’t easily understand them.” 

 Sirius’ smile mirrored yours. “If that’s true, he did us a favour... When are we going to start?” 

“Has to be tonight,” you said. “I’ll ask Richie to go and check if the book is there. If it is, we'll try to collect it tomorrow. I don’t know how long the process to make the stone will take, but I hope we can do it before the next moon.” 

“Why?” 

“Remus told Slughorn he’d try the potion then.” 

“So… are you sneaking out tonight?” he asked with a pointed look. 

You shook your head, “Those nosy gits are probably still waiting for me there, because of the study club. I’ll just try and find Richie before curfew.” 

“And what are you doing… after?” he added, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know, it’s close enough to the moon for us to use the ‘smell of the pack’ excuse.” 

You laughed. Since the day in the bathroom, you had been sort of avoiding the boy’s dorm, at least when you knew Peter was going to be around. And you assumed he was thankful for it, since you were sure he’d have a hard time seeing you and Sirius all over Remus’ bed after what he thought had happened there, without Remus’ consent or knowledge. And while James hadn’t noticed your absence in their dorm much – being too preoccupied with the upcoming Quidditch match (even though Gryffindor wasn’t playing), Sirius and Remus had, and they missed you. Besides, they didn’t have much of an excuse to be close to each other without you around.

“Do you think Pete is ready?” 

“Who cares if he is,” Sirius said dismissively. “He can act all sanctimonious all he wants, like he’s not fucking Annie around every broom cupboard in this school; we all know he ain’t a saint. And we’re talking about necessary cuddles here.” 

You coughed out a laugh. By now you had to admit to yourselves that most of the time you three had spent cuddling had been anything but necessary – at least not for the safety of Vixen during the moon.

“I guess I could try,” you said, becoming softer all over. “We’d have to wake up for practice tomorrow either way.” 

Sirius groaned and laid his head on the sofa dramatically, “James’ obsession with the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game is doing my head in.” You sighed and nodded. “Last night he kept me up because he thought it was important to analyse Imogen and Henry's technique. He said she was ridiculously good now because she went into a Quidditch Winter Intensive with the Cannons, and she’d trained for hours every day there.” 

“Huh, I had no idea,” you said with an interested frown. You hadn’t really had much time to catch up with Imogen, and while you had seen her in your shared classes, everyone who knew you well – and wasn’t the boys or your roommates – seemed to avoid the Christmas subject as much as they could. 

Sure, the entire school kind of knew (or puzzled out) by now what you had done at Christmas, but you had no clue what those two had been doing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Imogen play.” 

“She’s good,” Sirius said. “But not good enough for Prongs to make me analyse old games that he stole from the fucking Hogwarts Quidditch Archive from last year.” 

“There’s a Hogwarts Quidditch Archive?” 

“Never ask him that question,” he warned. “But yes, there is one. They record all the commentary from the games and add some of the pictures taken to the files. I think they’re somewhere in the library, hidden behind a portrait or something.” 

“Is that how James became obsessed with Minnie’s lost Quidditch career?” 

“Yep,” Sirius said with a nod. “He found the records and read through almost every single one of her games back in third year. Lily was thankful for not being bothered by him for about an entire month. But hear this out. Everyone called Minerva Minnie in the games, so he had no idea it was the same person until he was called to her office due to a prank and noticed that she had a few pictures of Minnie. Naturally, he asked her about it, and she told him they were her old pictures. I don’t think Prongs has been that shocked since.” 

You laughed, imagining a younger James putting together that his idol turned out to be one of his most strict teachers. You were about to say something else when you spotted Tom walking in through the portrait. 

“Shit, what time is it?” you asked. 

“They’re still in the study club,” Tom responded, walking towards you and sitting on the armchair to the right. “I promised to meet with Minho today, so I left early.” 

You breathed and turned to the clock. “Did you by any chance see Richie on your way here?” 

“Richie?” he asked with a frown. 

“Richard Jackdaw,” Sirius explained. “The ghost.” 

“Oh,” Tom said with a frown, remembering him from the Hallowe’en Party. “No, sorry.” 

“No problem,” you said with a shrug. “I think I might know how to find him.”

“You do?” Sirius asked. 

“Yep,” you said with a nod. “I’ll stop by the kitchens before meeting him; you two need anything from there?” 

Tom shook his head, but Sirius’ eyes widened mischievously as he smiled, “Oh yeah, definitely bring us some snacks. For later.” 

Tom looked in between the two of you, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly hidden message, and then smiled complicitly. 

“Okay,” you said with an amused smile as you shook your head. “But there might still be no plan.” 

Sirius pouted. “You wouldn’t dare deprive us of your delightful company, would you?” 

“Dunno… perhaps I should,” you teased and leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips just before walking towards Lady McDougal's. 

“I reckon she’s feeling a lot better then,” Tom said with a thoughtful soft smile as he saw you disappear through the portrait. He hadn’t seen you so determined in a while. It was as if you somehow had been searching for a purpose, or a distraction, or perhaps both. Whatever helped you escape the pressure of the myriad of students chasing you about, digging for information. 

“She is,” Sirius responded with a similar softness. Not because he thought you were over it; part of him suspected you would never really get over what had happened to you, but you were learning to deal with it in a way that wasn’t destroying you, which is what really mattered. 

You popped your head from behind one of the statues and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anybody lurking, stepping out of the hole in the wall as quickly as possible and legging it towards the kitchens. You were quick with your spell on the ticklish pear and walked inside. It was weird to be sneaky at such a relatively early time. The kitchens were filled with busy house elves working on supper. They turned to look at you as the portrait closed behind you, and then went back to their tasks. 

Nimbletwist was the first one to approach you. “Mistress is here again!” she said with her squeaky voice and a toothy grin. 

“Yes I am,” you said, returning her smile.

“What’s you been needing today?” she asked. “More meat for small creature in your chambers?” 

“Actually, I require some rotten meat,” you replied.

“Rotten, Mistress?” 

“It’s for a friend of mine, yeah. He’d been trying to tell me something and I ignored him. Turns out he was right all along.” 

“Mistress is planning a revenge then?” 

“Not at all,” you said with a giggle, although you did wonder if Nimbletwist would have been willing to help had that been the case. It seemed like she really would, which was quite useful to know. “My friend is a ghost. I’ve been told they rather like the strong smell rotten meat has.”

“Of course,” Nimbletwist said with a nod. She had often chased ghosts out of the kitchen bins when stinky leftovers were present. She walked towards the far end of the room and placed something that looked rather dreadful onto a brown bag before closing it tightly and walking towards you. “The bag is charmed, Mistress,” she explained, “So the smell makes you not sick.” 

You smiled, “That's so thoughtful, thank you.” You hadn’t even considered that you’d have to smell it all the way to the meeting place, and yet, you were still immensely thankful that she’d worry about something like that. She smiled proudly in return. 

“Mistress needing something else?” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “May I have some snacks? I think I might skip dinner today…” 

“Those nosy kids still follow Mistress around, don’t they?” she said knowingly, as she shook her head and snapped her fingers, a basket started filling itself with a rather excessive amount of food. You didn’t even tell her you’d be eating with the boys, she would have given you enough food for an entire army. 

When she was done you thanked her and asked her about her day. She said she’d been working in the kitchens the entire time, and that Peblier was on cleaning duty. “He seen those kids following you in the morning, Mistress.” 

You sighed, remembering recent memory: a young and rather inquisitive Ravenclaw girl found you after Quidditch practice with James and Sirius, and sat right behind one of the doors to intercept you. She had planted herself right in front of you and was looking at you rather nervously. 

“If this is about Christmas, you better get out of my sight before I hex you,” Sirius had said in a rather impassive tone. The small girl had looked quite terrified, you assumed it was due to the way both James and Sirius towered over her. You were a few inches taller than her as well. 

“Well?” James said, his broom resting on his shoulder. He sounded a little more polite than Sirius, but he was just as fed up as him (and the rest of your friends) with all the outrageously harassing questions. 

The small girl hiccuped, looked around, and stepped out of the way. 

“You don’t have to be so mean, Pads,” you said as you walked along with them. 

“Yes, I have to,” Sirius replied. “Last time I allowed them to open their mouths they asked about Regulus, and if you were cheating on me with him, and if that was why he was so insistent on helping you. Twats, the lot of ‘em.” 

You’d cringed at the memory. It had been a pretty nasty assumption. Not to mention, some even had the nerve to insinuate something about you and Arkalis fucking Rosier, which you thought was both gross, and ridiculous. The man was older than your father! 

Besides, hiding your new relationship had turned out a lot harder when all eyes were on you. You had to be careful when you were with Remus, or you’d end up creating even more rumours. At least nobody knew where you had been during the winter holiday, and most assumed you had been at the Leaky Cauldron the whole time, since someone claimed to have spotted you there at some point.

You were drawn back to the present by Nimbletwist handing you the basket. “I can trip them, Mistress. While they follow you, so they stop.” 

“I don’t think that’s–“ 

“Or Peblier and I could add laxative potion to their food at breakfast, they’d have to leave ye alone, then.” 

You tilted your head to the side, considering the option and then shook your head as you sighed. You could not do that to them. “They’re curious about… the events. It’s the biggest drama of the last few years and a welcome distraction from the war, I think. The Prophet needed news and so they've been exploiting the thing everyone was talking about. It’s understandable that they would have questions… they’re curious. We cannot punish them for it.” 

Nimbletwist blinked, as if considering your words, and then shook her small head. Her big blue eyes shone. “Me sees it differently, Mistress. Curiosity is good if it does not affect others, but it’s bad if it does. Think about it. Curiosity must not be punished, but what if it becomes invasion?” 

You were at a loss for words. Nibletwist’s thoughts were wiser than they let on. They didn’t just make sense, she worded them so brilliantly that it even got through you. “We’re still not going to hurt them, even if you have a very good point.”

“If ye change yer mind, Mistress. Nimbletwist and the elves are more than willing to help.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “For everything.” 

“Always joyous to help.” She smiled and walked back to the spot where she had been cutting carrots for a stew while you took the brown paper bag and the basket in your hands. “Have a good evening, everyone,” you said to the rest of the elves. Some replied politely, some seemed overly focused, and a few of the more grumpy ones looked pleased that you were finally leaving.

Once you were outside, the portrait closed right behind you and you took out the magic hairpin you’d gotten at Knockturn Alley out of your bag, and put it on. You had tried to use it as little as possible in Hogwarts since you knew how precious it was and you did not want people to recognise your secret identity, but you did not want to risk anybody finding you before you found Richie. Besides, at this point, a completely unknown and new student had higher chances of going unnoticed than you did, for better or worse.

You sped through the halls gripping the bag and the basket, with your head down; your steps just quick enough to avoid people looking at you for too long, but slow enough so it seemed like a natural pace. You found the right corner of the castle and rubbed the frog. In a matter of seconds, you were burped out inside the secret hiding spot. It was empty. 

Not that you were expecting your ghostly friend to be here; to your knowledge, he didn’t really spend that much time here in general. What you did know is that he had spent a lot of time here when he was alive, and you were going to bank on that. You took off the hairpin and then placed both the basket and the paper bag onto the counter, while looking around the place. You were sure you’d find something that had belonged to Richie if you dug deep enough. 

You opened some of the cabinets and dug through some of the books, opening the covers to see if they had a name tag on them. Most of them were library books, but once you had reviewed everything, you noticed there was something rather weird with the cabinet, the top shelf section seemed a lot deeper than the bottom. You raised one of your eyebrows before pulling enough books so that your hand would fit in. You knocked on the wood, and a hollow sound reverberated back to your ears. 

“You sneaky little bastard, a hiding nook within a hiding spot,” you whispered as you pulled the rest of the books out. You then placed your hand back inside and started looking for the way to open the secret section. You slid your hand inside, brushing your fingers near the corners and feeling the wood’s grain as you did. You felt a sharp puncturing pain and pulled your hand out quickly. You had gotten a small splinter stuck in your index finger. 

“Fuck,” you whispered and took your wand out and pulled the splinter out with a small and quick summoning charm before dragging your finger to your mouth and sucking the drop of blood that had spilt from it. You looked at the cabinet again and leaned your head down using Lumos to see what was in there. There was no button, no ribbon to pull, no door to slide, nothing. There had to be a way to get in there. But how?

You looked around the room, trying to dissect the problem into smaller bits, when you realised this wasn’t another one of your dad’s tests where there was only one solution, and it was typically his solution. You took your wand out again and pointed it straight towards the cabinet. “Accio wooden plank!” you said. The plank flew out of its way and crashed onto you sharply. 

“Fuck!” you said again, now a tad angrier than when you got the splinter, but it was quickly dissipated when you realised there really had been something hiding inside the secret compartment. You smiled, discarded the wooden plank to the side, and pulled out an old-looking journal. 

You opened the first page, and there it was, written in neat cursives: Richard Jackdaw. 

Got you! You thought as you opened a random page of the journal. It started with a date and it was followed by a rather boring retelling of his day, ending with an interesting conclusion to a Defense Against the Dark Arts class that explicitly spoke of the Unforgivable Curses. 

Of course, you knew what they were, but you had never seen such a thorough explanation of what they did and how to cast them properly. You eyed the journal a little bit more. The handwriting seemed slightly different at the beginning from the end, which you found oddly interesting. But the second part seemed to be written in more of a rush than the previous one, and you knew from experience how your own handwriting was remarkably different when it was written with care or when it was scribbled hastily. The writing spoke of a beautiful girl named Apollonia, another one named Anne, and later of a boy named Sebastian, who seemed to be the one that had taught him the Unforgivables. 

You frowned but stood up, carelessly waving your wand over the floor so the wooden plank would go back to its place, and then placed the journal on top of the table. You picked a parchment and a charcoal pencil from your bag and started drawing a symbol with runes on the sides. Old magic, you had used it before in Potions, and it was often the main source in Divination. You had read a lot about it lately, and apparently there was a spell that could summon ghosts. 

You had your doubts, of course. You had never heard of such a thing before the book you were currently reading. But if there were spells to repel them, why not some that could summon them instead? You added the last detail of the Antropos symbol and placed the journal in the middle. 

“Kaleí Fantasmae,” you said as you pointed your wand towards the goblet with dried mugwort and sage leaves. “Faté Richard Jackdaw.” 

You waited, looking around to see if he had arrived, and when nothing other than the room getting colder happened, you sighed. If you left through the Honydukes passage, you might arrive at the Headless’ Hunt reunion by the time– 

“What in the name of Salazar is this?” You heard a bewildered voice from behind and smiled when you spotted him. 

“Bloody hell, it actually worked!” 

“You did this?” He asked as he pointed an accusing finger at you. “Of course you did this!” 

You smiled apologetically at him, “I didn’t know it was going to work.” 

“You wench!” he said. He looked quite offended, so you decided to just let him let it out of his system. “Did you at least consult whichever cursed book you got that spell from? Did it say how ridiculously disturbing it would be for a ghost?” 

“I’m afraid the book did not really take into account the feelings of ghosts. It’s more about trapping them, and banishing them than anything…” 

“Can you credit it?” he retorted, his cheeks blowing out some non-existent air before he turned to look at you again. “It was like apparating for the first time! And I’m not supposed to feel any pain or nausea!”

“I’m really sorry,” you said honestly. “I didn't mean to hurt you.” 

“And yet you summoned me anyway.” 

“I actually brought you something,” you tried appeasing him, taking the bag of rotten meat and pushing it toward him as you opened it, a peace offering. 

He looked at the bag and opened it to examine its contents. His cranky expression started to fade before turning back to you, his frown deepening again. “Oh… Oh. You want something.” 

You left the bag on the furthest edge of the table and sat on the other one, moving the sage goblet in between you and the meat. Turns out it's useful for more than one reason. 

“Well, maybe I just want to have a meaningful conversation.” 

“And I had a marvellous time getting here for it,” he retorted sarcastically. 

“Enjoy your meat,” you smiled, and then spotted the journal again. You tapped your fingers over it. “By the way… I knew of Apollonia and Anne but, who was Sebastian?” 

He turned back at you with a shocked expression. “You read my diary?” 

“Well I needed something of yours to summon you,” you said with a shrug. 

“How did you even find it?” 

“With determination,” you responded as you shrugged. “I even got a splinter,” you said and showed him your still red finger. 

“And you called me because?” 

“Don’t make this sound so transactional!” you chided. “I actually did want to talk to you. And was planning to do it as soon as I bumped into you, so to speak… But I’ve been staying at the Gryffindor Tower a lot, and, well… The reason for which I summoned you came up.” 

Richie’s annoyance seemed to dissipate again, his face turning into one of understanding. “Myrtle mentioned something about Christmas, the portraits have also been whispering things.” 

You sighed and allowed your back to fall on the chair with an almost dramatic flare. You were still staring at the ceiling when you spoke again. “You’re not gonna tell me to talk about my feelings and share an emotional moment, are you?” 

Richie straight up laughed at that, shaking his head as he looked at you. “I’m just happy you seem okay.” 

You turned your head towards him. “Though you’d be better off without the pesky little human friend that summons you?” 

“Perhaps, but I’d miss your nonsense,” he said with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to laugh. At least the ghosts didn’t pity you. Perhaps it was because they themselves had already died, and more often than not in terrible ways. If you were alive, then you were already winning. There was a comfortable silence as laughter died out and you turned to him with a cheeky smile. “So… who was Sebastian? Another conquest?” 

“Ugh, not mine, no. I was never really into gentlemen if you know what I mean.” 

“Best friend?” 

“We weren’t even alive at the same time.” Richie laughed. “He was remarkably talented, though.” 

“Why do you speak so often of him then?” 

“I did not write that part of the journal. A really good friend of mine did. I once told you that you reminded me of them, remember?” 

You frowned, you had a vague memory of it. “So he was their friend, not yours?” 

“Indeed,” Richie nodded. “How are your boyfriends, by the way?” You laughed. He continued, “What? No correcting me this time? What about ‘Oh, Richie, but I only have one boyfriend!’ ” 

“My voice isn’t nearly that high pitched, or annoying.” 

“Would it make you feel better If we pretend it isn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes. “They’re all right.” 

“So you just gave up? You’re gonna let me call them your boyfriends?” 

“I’m not giving up,” you said, leaning up, sitting up again and then shrugging. “You were right about the whole thing, turns out.” 

“I was right? Of course I was right! You’re dating both of them now, aren’t you? Minx!” 

“It's not public knowledge, and I’d rather it stayed that way,” you looked pointedly at him.

He hummed. “I’ll take it to the grave.” 

“You must think you’re hilarious,” you said, even if you were shaking your head in amusement. 

“Drop-dead funny,” he retorted. 

You scoffed and shook your head with a faint smile on your lips before turning back to him. “Actually, I wanted to ask how you dealt with your relationship with Apollonia and Anne.” 

“It’d be more like, how not to handle a relationship like that,” he said as he shook his head. “At the beginning everything was perfect. Llonie and Anne seemed to really be into each other, as much as they were onto me. But then I became obsessed with a puzzle I found on some pages of an old book and tried to decipher them with Llonie. Well, she found them an incredible bore, and told me to occupy myself with something more useful. Told me she could not marry a nobody who was stuck in his dreams–“ 

“Ouch,” you said with a small frown. 

“Well, she was a Black,” he shrugged. 

“Sirius is not like that.” 

“Must be the Potter and Lupin influence then,” he said with a shrug. You were about to argue that Reggie wasn’t like that either, but that was another friendship that couldn’t be made public knowledge right now, for his safety. 

Richie continued, “Anyway, Anne really liked puzzles and so we started spending time together for longer periods, trying to sort it all out by ourselves. Llonie then turned jealous because I was paying a lot more attention to Anne, and asked me if I would end up marrying her instead, and if that had been my plan all along, and I told her that I was happy with the relationship we had, that I wanted the three of us to be together…” 

“But that didn’t appease her,” you guessed with a sad sigh. 

“Right,” Richie agreed. “Eventually, Anne helped me solve the puzzle and I wanted to go into the cave. She said it was too dangerous, and that we should bring Llonie along – since she was remarkable at Defense Against the Dark Arts when we were in school, but I told her that she wouldn’t come, that she hated us now…” 

He had a forlorn look in his ghostly face as he continued, “I should have gone to her, though. Anne was supposed to meet me at the gates. I left a puzzle to show her the way, but she didn’t come, I thought she had decided to leave me too and I went inside, alone. I found several treasure chests, small ones, but I was so sure there would be something big at the end of the map. When I arrived at the centre, I was suddenly beheaded by a massive stone statue.” You gulped, you had no idea Richie would actually tell you the story behind his death, since ghosts rarely talked about it. “To be honest, I barely even felt it. It was a sharp pain that lasted only for a split second. Somewhat of a… whooshing breeze? But when I came back as a ghost, I was disorientated and had no idea how I’d died.” Richie recounted with such a heartbreaking resignation, you almost wished you could hug him.

“I appeared on Hogsmeade and the only thing I could remember was that the two loves of my life had abandoned me, and that I had died because of it, so I left.” He sighed. “But people had seen my ghost and they started talking about it. Turns out Anne had gone to Llonie, trying to convince her to come along, but Llonie had refused. When she later heard of my death, she instantly blamed Anne for it and lied, saying that she had been the one to murder me.” You were horrified and felt great sympathy for Jackdaw, at his vulnerable revelations to you.

“You know, I found out too late that Anne hadn’t even managed to solve the puzzle I gave her, and that was the reason she’d gone to Llonie instead of me. She then spent years in Azkaban, convicted of a crime she didn’t commit.” 

“That sounds horrifying.” 

“It was,” Richie said with a nod. “But my friend, she found out, went to the cave, and solved the mystery of my death, returning something I had stolen and eventually – after I gave my testimony – absolving Anne.” 

“But Apollonia had already died,” you said with a frown. You knew that part; you’d read the article about the solved mystery written by Auror Ominis Gaunt. 

“Belladonna,” Richie said with a nod. “I have plenty of regrets, but my biggest is not talking it out with them and rushing into danger alone. It created a rift that ultimately destroyed us. One in Azkaban, the other alone, and me, a ghost.” 

“I’m sorry Richie,” you said honestly. “I didn’t mean– I mean, I wanted to– Thanks for the tip.” 

Richie smiled, “I like to imagine they’re both happy together someplace else.” 

“But what about you? Have you never thought of… crossing the veil?” 

“You can’t do that after you’ve rejected death. It won’t take you.” 

“So, you’re stuck?” 

Richie nodded with a small, almost regretful smile. “But it’s alright. I enjoy this place, the adventures and puzzles hidden in this castle and beyond have always been fascinating, I’m sure you’d agree.” 

“Was Anne’s puzzle really hard?” you asked with a frown. 

“I’m not sure she tried to solve it before going to Llonie, she wanted an excuse to convince her to come along. She loved her too, and Llonie loved her back. It’s ridiculous how such a strong love can turn into hate and resentment in seconds… Talk to your boys, always.” 

You nodded, taking his words to heart. You would not make the same mistakes, you could not make the same mistakes.

“But hearing a sad ghost story is not the reason you summoned me here, is it? I’d believe it if you hadn’t brought the meat, but this,” he pointed at the paper bag “smells like good old bribery.”  

You sighed, “There might be another reason I called on you.” 

“If you want me to convince the Headless Hunt to do another one of those prank things, then it’s out of the question. Dumbledore was so angry he threatened to speak to the Spirit Division. They forced Myrtle back into Hogwarts, you know?” 

You had heard of that story. Myrtle had crashed her brother’s wedding and made a fuss, and they called the department on her. Apparently, she wouldn’t be able to leave Hogwarts until all of her relatives had passed. “It’s not for a prank. Promise.” 

“Oh?” 

“It’s actually for information,” you explained. “I need you to go to the Restricted Section.” 

“You’ve snuck in there already, why do you need my help?” 

“I don’t know where the book I’m looking for is, or even if it is still there.” 

Richie made a slightly disgruntled expression. “What are you on about now?” 

“You could maybe ask the help of the ghost lady that haunts the Restricted Section… White-Haired Ellie?”  

“Eleanor Atkinson,” he said. “We tried dating back in the nineteenth century, you know. It ended quite badly.” 

“You’ve tried dating? As ghosts? How does it even–” 

“Well, one has to keep himself busy after death,” he said with a small shrug. “I’m not really eager to see her again, though.” 

“Please?” you said with a small pout. “I’ll get you more rotten meat…” 

“How much more?” 

“I’ll send my owl with a pack every fifteen days for 2 months, straight to the Headless Hunt Headquarters.” 

“Six months.” 

“I have things to do, Richie,” you said with a sigh. “Four is the best you’re gonna get.”

Richie gave you a pointed look, but acquiesced, “What book do you need then?” 

“A journal – may be an annotated book – by Andreas Berlusconi.” 

“Andreas Berlusconi?” Richard said with a frown. “Why does that name sound familiar to me?” 

“Maybe you’ve read the book?” 

“No, Llonie was the swot who knew about writers, not me. Andreas… Andreas… Hang on! I know him!” 

“You what?” 

“He’s a ghost! An honorary member of the Headless Hunt! I must have seen him last about… seventy years ago I think.” 

“Honorary member?” 

“Yeah, well, because he’s headless, but not from England. I think he’s often a substitute teacher at Durmstrang.” 

“That means… we could possibly get in touch with him if we don’t crack it with his notes!” Your speech started speeding up, you were getting quite excited about new possibilities.

“And what do you want to crack, pray tell?” 

“The Scopritore di Veleni,” you said with a smile. 

“Am I supposed to know what that is?” 

“The Berlusconi Stone, a magical item that helps you detect poisons.” 

“Do you feel like you’ll get poisoned soon?” he asked with a frown.

“Huh?” you asked with a small frown of your own. “Not at all, it’s to help a friend.” 

“One of your boyfriends?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Maybe,” you replied with a sheepish smile… “Is it all right if I meet you tomorrow in my common room? At about six-thirty?” 

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Why the urgency?” 

“I can’t really tell you,” you responded. “But I have to replicate that stone before a deadline.” 

“The stone that was lost and nobody’s ever managed to replicate?” 

“Well, nobody’s ever had Berlusconi’s notes,” you said with a confident smirk.

For a second, Richie wondered if you were going on a wild goose chase to try and get your mind off things, but your words rang true as well. Perhaps the Berlusconi Stone wasn’t that hard to replicate. After all, Berlusconi hadn’t come off as a remarkably brilliant ghost when they met. 

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A/N: Hi guys! Im really trying to keep up with GC but life has been getting on the way. Hope you're having a great time. How have you been? <3

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hiiii love! I love ur writing and I've been reading ur fics a lot lately. I just read "the stash", the fics of the marauders, and I wanted to ask u if you could make the same thing but with different ending. If I discovered that someone made those things about me, asking or not, I would have been utterly disgusted, I think the problem it's not of the one who had the idea, but of the one who made it reality.

I don't know if ur okay with it, it's ok if u aren't, I still liked the original but it made me pretty uncomfortable and just wanted to ask u this, better to ask than not.

just so u know I love u and ur writing🫶

If there's a chance I made u uncomfortable I'm truly sorry.

byeeeee, luv u!

Hey Lovely!

First of all, I want you to know you did not make me uncomfortable at all, and I completely understand your point of view. The fic does come with the proper tags, and I tried to include them as a way to help people avoid being triggered, since it can definitely be a delicate situation.

It's totally understandable that it made you uncomfortable. Honestly, if something like that happened to me in real life, I think I’d have very mixed emotions too — anger definitely being one of them.

That said, I usually like to keep my fics on the positive side, and changing the ending would lead to a much sadder tone, which I personally don't enjoy writing for one-shots. So I’m really sorry, but I won’t be able to deliver the alternate version you asked for.

Please don't feel bad, though! Your message was super respectful and sweet, and if anything, I just feel worse about not being able to say yes.

Llove, Lils <3

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Can I make another request?

You would probably say "but you already make one, love". And you're totally right! But I'm your wife, and you can't deny my requests...

So... can I make another one, pretty please? 🥹

As many as you want, my love

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Marauders Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Updated: March 28th, 2025 🔞 = mature Other masterlists: mother masterlist (2019-2024), mother masterlist (2025)

NEW ADDITIONS:

Birthday Girl by @thebestofoneshots (added: March 28th, 2025)

↳ "It's your birthday but you're sick. The boys are just total darlings and care for you no matter the risks, making sure you have a super happy speacial day regardless."

Restraint by @futurecorps3 (added: March 28th, 2025)

↳ "Eyes turned as the beloved quartet stormed through the common room and onto the stairs of the Gryffindor dorms."

[thebestofoneshots]

Hey love, was wondering if you could make the Gilded Constellations book into a pdf when it’s finished? And make a pretty cover?

If you let me, I’d love to get it printed off (for personal use only ofc) to have on my bookshelf! Would fit right next to ATYD lol. If not, all good ily anyway

Thank you for all the effort and love you put into your work! xxx

Hey, luv! I do plan on creating PDFs and EPubs once Gilded Constellations is done! So totally!

I wanted a printed version myself as well, and have created covers (they'll probably change before the final version is ready, though). AND, I must say: I'd be honoured to be placed next to ATYD on your bookshelf!

Thank you for being here since the start <3

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[thebestofoneshots]

I was wondering if you are taking requests?

I AM! I can't guarantee they will be fulfilled, but I'm always up to hearing new ideas :D

[thebestofoneshots]

hi Lils! i was just thinking about the glided constatations and i’m wondering whether either the picture of sirius and remus or sirius’ sketches will be brought up? feel free to ignore my question, if you don’t want to spoil or just don’t want to answer; im just being curious:p

Heheheheheheehehehehe... Next chapter will give you more answers than I can ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡

[thebestofoneshots]

hey!!!

(this is my first time asking/requesting something so please bear with me!)

so l've been scrolling on the Harry Potter (fanon) wiki-what one does when their bored-and I found a reflection spell, (incantation: Speculo) it deflects the spells away from the castor. I would love to see this in Gilded Constellations cause I am obsessed with it!! You don't have to, of course!

thanks!

Oi! I love these kinds of requests/suggestions! Especially with spells because trust me, it's hard to find out which spells to use when I need them, and it requires a lot –and I mean A LOT– of digging!

I may or may have not already used it in some unedited chapters, but you'll have to wait a lil bit and see.

And, as you guys may already know, I love to hear your comments, and suggestions and everything, so please don't feel deterred by the improper amount of time it takes me to respond to some asks, I really love getting them!

So please, never ever be scared of sending an ask or a DM or anything similar, they make my day, and remind me that people have not forgotten of GC even if I've been uncharacteristically absent since like December.

I love you all so much ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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Lilly please please please come back, the world need more GC 🥺 (I hope you’re fine though)

Hey Luv!

I've been busy like crazy, but I am planning to come back to GC! Crossing my fingers I'll be able to do it next week also. Thank you for still being here <3

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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HAPPY VALENTINES TO MY DEAREST AND LOVLIEST FRIEND!

Lilly, I can't even begin to describe how much I adore you. I know I'm coming to you late with this humble love note but I hope you had the most wonderful day yesterday and that it was filled with all the love and warmth you deserve! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡

Thank you for coming into my life the way that you did. I will always be grateful for you that day; it will always be a special day for me. I know that I've truly found a life-long friend in you and I vow to never take you for granted and to always take the best care of you! You have my whole heart! o♡o(^▾^˶ )

all my love, kquil x

My beloved, you could never be late with a love note because every time you remind me how much you care, it makes my day a thousand times better ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡!

This might be the best love letter I've ever gotten in my life! I'm not precisely the kind of person who opens up to others, but I swear the minute I read you for the first time, I just knew there was something special about your words and the way you see the world.

It took courage to reach out. I, of course, commented and liked absolutely everything you posted because I was in awe of everything you did (and readers should always be supportive of their creators, especially in the fanfiction world), but the day you followed me back, I was shook! Absolutely starstruck, I swear!

The INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, and FANTASTIC Kquil had followed me on Tumblr. The absolute MASTER of words thought I was cool enough to follow! And then it was your 1K celebration, and you did a special moots price section, and I was like: I'm a moot, but I haven't been a moot for that long—no way I'm being considered. I WAS WRONG! Right there in the Moots list was my name! I FLIPPED!

And then we started DMing, and we realized just how much we had in common, and you stole my heart (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ (even if you already kinda had it).

And now here we are, years later, still close and with so many fun projects together, and I could have never wished for anything more—except maybe meeting you in real life one day! ~ (˵•̀ᴗ - ˵ )

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.4 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: It's not the first time for any of the three. But it is your first time together. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes

This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 73: Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“I surrender,” he said,  creating an oxymoron with the defying manner in which he spoke. His lips curled just slightly upwards as his gaze focused solely on yours.

The second Remus spoke, you dropped the wand on the side of the bed, and went back to kissing him. As Sirius admired from the sidelines, you placed both of your hands on Remus’ neck, dragging him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other. Remus’ tongue slid over your lips, soft, and tentative, only to be welcomed by the parting of your mouth. 

His lips tasted like chocolate spread and sparkling wine, but more than anything –they tasted like him, and you were hungry, unbelievably hungry for that flavour. You weren’t sure you’d ever have enough of it, but you were willing to continue trying for as long as it was necessary, and even if there never was enough, you’d be thrilled to kiss him for as long as the world continued to spin, and for as long as the sun continued to shine. 

He slid his hands down your back, savouring the curve of your waist, leaving one hand there and allowing the other to travel further down, playing with the flowy fabric of the short little skirt that had caught his eyes just a few minutes ago. It was softer than it looked, and although he couldn’t be bothered to check, he was pretty sure it had ridden up your thigh from the position you were both sitting in. You must have looked stunning. Sirius would readily confirm that you did. 

Your kisses were as addictive to him as his were to you. He felt like every breath he neglected to take was worth it. As long as he continued to taste your lips, he wouldn’t care much for running out of oxygen – asphyxia sounded better than pulling away from you. Even drugs would fall short in comparison. Nothing could draw him in like the smell of your skin against his own, nothing except for Sirius’, which had mingled with yours so much that he could pretty much taste him on your lips.

You pulled away for a second, cheeks warm and heart thumping against your ears as you tried to recover your breath. “Could I?” you asked as you touched the hem of his jumper. You knew he had nothing underneath – you’d noticed earlier while tickling him – and you knew how self-conscious he could be. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, not caring how desperate he might have sounded. You smiled, leaning back towards him, desperate to feel his lips against yours while you continued playing with the hem of his jumper, slowly sliding your hands underneath, feeling how much warmer he was in comparison to them. 

You could feel him tensing under your hands. His hand on your waist had slid down a bit as well, his thumb chasing the feeling of your skin, barely lifting the side of the jumper – coincidentally also his – that you were wearing. For a second, Remus wondered if it was more fun to take your or his own clothes off you. Sirius would favour taking Moony’s jumpers off you, just because he would get both of your enticing scents mingled together,  in the process. 

Your hands continued to roam through his chest until eventually you managed to pull the jumper half way up, amid a somewhat desperate attempt at both continuing to be touched by him and removing his hands from you so you could take off the sleeves of his jumper. When you eventually did manage to remove them, he was quick to pass it over his head and go back to your kiss. His hands now went back to your waist, attempting to push you back slightly, scared you might feel how aroused he was if you inched your waist any closer. 

He was sure you must have snogged Sirius like this thousands of times and that didn’t necessarily have to lead to anything else, to anything more. Especially since you hadn’t actually had sex with Pads until months after you started dating, and so Remus didn’t want to assume anything, even if you had been quite close to going through with it a few times so far. 

His brain understood that perfectly, but the rest of his body seemed to be in dissonance with it. The way you felt so close set him ablaze, and it was hard to make his limbs comprehend that kissing, even if it was fierce and desperate, wouldn’t necessarily lead to sex. Especially when his cock – seeming to have a mind of its own – continued twitching and straining against his pants in a way that was both painful and madly pleasurable. Perhaps he’d cum just from kissing you, however embarrassing it might be. 

He tried to hold his hands back from crawling too high, but they were almost acting on their own accord, and when you felt them brush right around the curve of your breast, you knew you had way too many clothes on. You pulled back to take your jumper and shirt off in a swift motion and discarded it behind you, somewhere on the floor. Remus wanted to admire you, but you were faster, connecting your lips together again; and he was not about to pull back from a kiss. 

Sirius, who had been watching all of it while eating strawberries, decided he wanted a better view, and stood, walking straight towards the two of you and sitting about half a metre away on the bed at first; then, he moved up towards the headboard and leaned back against the pillows, wondering if either of you would mind his staring.  

When you felt the shift on the bed, one of your hands instantly travelled in search for him, landing close to his knee, and settling there with an assuring squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but he knew he had to be there, he belonged there. Whether it was to watch the two of you kiss or to join you at the right moment, he knew he was welcomed, heck, perhaps even needed. 

Upon the feeling of more skin, Remus was ready to explore it all, so his kisses went from your lips to the side of your cheeks and then to your neck, needy, desperate, trying to maintain at least one hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t lean too close, which was becoming much harder now that you’d started swaying your hips towards him. You might have been too busy sighing, but Sirius had long ago noticed how turned on Remus was, and he was enticed by the idea of releasing him of his predicament. Would he mind? he wondered, if I touched him the way I touched Starshine in James' bedroom?  

It was that same line he didn’t know how or when to cross, Remus seemed perfectly fine with kissing him, with taking his shirt off, but they had never gotten further, and no matter how bold and reckless Sirius was, he was terrified of being rejected by Remus, of doing anything that would push him away, or kill the mood. They’d already had a big fight once, and those days in which Remus had ignored him had been torturous, he didn’t want that to ever happen again. 

You were panting now, your breath escaping your mouth in soft little sounds that made his mind start spinning, and his cock strained against his trousers almost as much as Remus’ was. The sounds of Remus kissing your shoulder were just as entrancing. Sirius started leaning towards the two of you, ready to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, since it was the closest spot available, when Remus pulled from you as if he’d been burned. 

You stared at him with heavily lidded eyes and a hazy confused gaze, swaying between the heady waves of pleasure still running through you and the slight annoyance from how fast he’d pulled away from you, as if he had tasted something he didn’t like. 

“What’s–” 

“I did that,” he said as he stared at your shoulder, horrified. 

You turned to look, bleary-eyed still. Realisation hit you the moment you saw what he was looking at. Your scar. It was fully healed now, but the slightly whiter tissue and the jagged lines of the ridges were still there, almost impossible to mask, a permanent reminder of that night, a permanent reminder of Moony. 

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said softly. While the lines on your arm were thick and visible, they were nothing compared to what he’d done to himself. To the scars from Moony clawing at him and from the fresher ones where his skin ripped apart to let the Wolf out. For you, the pain was gone; he had to live with it on a constant basis. 

“It’s not fine,” he said, voice low, almost cracking near the end. You could hear the self-hatred hidden beneath it. 

You took his chin in your hands and pulled him back to look at you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reassured. “It’s just a mark.” 

“A mark that I made, a constant reminder of who I am, of what I am. Of how dangerous, or the mons–“ 

“Stop!” You commanded. “It’s none of those things.” He sighed, his shoulders slouching as his head tilted to the side, contritely, you figured. He didn’t believe you. 

“You should have seen the way the water clung to it in the fae pool,” Sirius said. “It was beautiful.” 

“Don’t call it that!” Remus retorted, almost too fast, both offended and angry by the prospect.

“Why not?” You asked with a frown. “Why should we see it as something other than beautiful?” 

“Because I hurt you!” he said, his chest rising as he got worked up. “What I did caused you pain for weeks, you could barely carry your fucking bags because of it, it’s a permanent reminder of everything that went wrong–” 

“It is not!” you interrupted, even more sternly now. “It might have been painful when it happened but it’s not painful anymore.” Trying to explain how you’d not only gotten used to it – but even attached to it – was something you’d never thought you’d had to do, but you were trying to think of a way. 

Remus, on the other hand, following his tendencies of rejecting his own body and thinking himself as a monster, was finding it hard not to reject the marks that matched his own. Not because he thought you looked any less beautiful due to them, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d been the cause of your pain, which was not only unacceptable, but too close to his worst fear: Moony hurting the people he loved. 

“I don’t see them as remnants of pain,” you said, still struggling to find the right words; all the reading you’d done must have left something, right? “They’re more like… ink on a parchment,” you breathed, “telling the story of that night, yes, but of many things afterwards, too. Of our friendship, of the day I discovered the boys were animagi, of the day you discovered I was a fox. Of how I turned into Vixen, of how we all grew closer, of Sirius cleaning my wounds in the river, of Lily helping me heal – hell, of Lily stealing supplies from Pomfrey, something I never expected to happen.

“Of talking to Myrtle while trying to clean an open wound, and – I won’t lie, not all the stories are happy ones,” you said, thinking of Evan gripping onto your arm and threatening you when you figured he was dating Barty. “But they’re my story, a reminder of everything I have and haven’t done since I got here. It’s not a painful scar, Rem – it’s part of who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s our story.”  

“Besides, it’s a reminder of you,” Sirius said with a small adoring smile. He was soft as he brushed his fingers on Remus’ neck and squeezed ever so gently, as reassuring as he could.

Remus looked at him and then at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying, as if he thought it was all just an attempt at placating him. “Do you think them ugly?” you asked. 

“What?” he reacted almost immediately, his brows furrowing for a split second as he looked at the scars again and then at you. “Of course not!” he said, searching for your eyes. One of the things he had always been scared of was being naked and people seeing his scars –  Moony’s self-inflicted scars – and now he was making you feel insecure about them – or so he thought. “No! I’d never–“ he stumbled on his own words. “I just hate myself for having done that to you.” 

“It was Moony, not you, Remus.” 

“It’s the same thing,” he retorted. 

“It is not,” you soothed. “Similar? Yes. Same beautiful eyes, same piercing gaze, but I know you’d never hurt me. In fact, I’m quite sure he’d never hurt me either.” 

Remus shook his head, and allowed it to fall on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, looking at the scar as he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over it, curious as to how it felt: if it was the same as his skin, if it would be softer, because your skin was softer either way. “Will you ever forgive me?” he mumbled. 

“I forgave Moony ages ago,” you responded, turning your head towards him and pressing a short kiss to his hair. “Did you know he and Vixen are friends now?” you teased. 

He laughed, not wholeheartedly, but the hint of a chuckle was there, almost as if it’d gotten stuck on his throat. 

“I can confirm that,” Sirius said with a smile. “Good friends, Moony can barely tolerate her playing with me.”

“You’re a pair of idiots,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver. 

“But we’re your idiots,” Sirius said with unquestionable devotion in his eyes.   

“And we like you very, very much,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, right below his ear. “An insane amount,” you said before pressing another. “How much more convincing do you need?”

Remus was about to say he was convinced, but Sirius beat him to speak, “I may have an idea of how to make him stop worrying about the little things.” 

“Oh,” you said, your mouth not leaving Remus’ neck as your gaze tilted to Sirius. “You do?” 

“I think so,” he smirked. “What do you say, Moons?” 

“Sirius, whatever it is you’re thinking–” 

“It was a rhetorical question,” Sirius said, gently pulling Moony’s head back and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You smiled, Moony chased Sirius’ lips as his arm laced behind your back and pulled you a little closer, as if not to lose your kisses on his neck. You smiled knowingly, and started pressing kisses now all over his shoulder as well, making sure to kiss his scars as much as you were kissing the rest of his skin. 

“We should–” you breathed, “probably lock the door.” 

Sirius separated himself from Remus’ mouth just long enough to respond with a grin, “I did that when you were tickling each other.” You grinned back, satisfied, and continued to press kisses on Remus, and while neither of you knew exactly how to proceed, there was something the three of you would have agreed on: it felt just right. 

Without even thinking what you were doing, you started rocking your hips against Remus’ again. He tried to hold you back again, but Siriuis was quicker, and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in his. 

Remus spoke in between kisses, “Sirius, wait, I–“ 

“–It’s okay,” he responded, voice raspy. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy.” 

“But–“ Sirius kissed him again, swallowing his worries. Remus was still scared of you feeling how hard he was. 

But you were more inclined to it than anything, pushing your entire self closer to him and feeling his bulge against you. The moment the direct friction hit him, Remus groaned, accidentally biting Sirius’ lips. “Fuck, sorry–” he said as he pulled back to look at Sirius who instead of complaining was grinning like an idiot. 

“Étoile, do that again, will you?” he said, breathing heavily as he stared at Remus. 

“What do you mean, Puppy?” you said innocently, “This?” you added as you pressed your hips against Remus again, this time a muffled moan escaped his lips. What a lovely sound, you thought. 

Sirius laughed, while Remus stared at him, a mix between reproachful and delighted, his cheeks warm and his lips slightly swollen; he looked absolutely divine. 

“Or this?” you added, this time pressing a kiss just above the end of Remus’ jaw, which elicited another –. if softer – sound from Remus. You were tempted to bite his earlobe but decided to stick to kissing, since it was something you had done earlier. 

“Fuck the two of you,” Remus said, clearly amused. 

“Oh, you might get to do just that, Moons, do not despair,” Sirius responded. You laughed, Remus was about to argue again, but you rocked your hips to him, this time grinding onto his boner a little longer and his breath got caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” he said again, this time not directed towards anybody in particular.

“She does that sometimes,” Sirius said with a laugh before pulling Remus in for another kiss. 

“I do what sometimes?” you asked before you went back to kissing Remus’ neck, still softly dry humping against his trousers. 

“Whatever the fuck you want,” Sirius responded. “Drives me mad.” 

“Slander,” you retorted with a smile. 

“Highly doubt it, Little Witch,” Remus teased and moaned as you rocked your hips into his a bit harder, in retaliation. 

“Can I get rid of these?” you asked as you took a hold of his belt. “Bit rough.” 

“Mhm,” Remus barely managed to answer in between a kiss. You smiled, unbuckling his belt and then going straight for the latch of his trousers. You already knew the location of it from the Prefects’ bath, which made it much easier. With the help of Sirius, you somehow managed to pull the entire thing off, leaving Remus with nothing but his underwear – a black snugly pair that hugged his thighs and made the tent of his cock straining against them impossible to hide. 

You stared for a second, trying not to think too much of the size. You already kind of knew he was bigger than Sirius – Rem was taller after all – and you had felt it in the Prefects’ Bathroom; but you had not been expecting the sizeable bulge in front of you.

Of course Sirius noticed that too, and there was no way he’d miss the opportunity to tease you. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he told Remus as he pulled from the kiss and tilted his head towards you while biting his bottom lip. 

You turned to him almost instantly, cheeks burning and a small frown on your face. Sirius smiled and gave you a teasing eyebrow raise while Remus turned to you, head tilted just slightly to the side. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always admired him,” you responded a little haughtily, but Sirius just chuckled.

“Brilliant save,” he responded. Remus turned to him inquisitively, about to ask something, but Sirius was faster. “We might not be the only ones with wandering eyes.” Remus raised both of his eyebrows at Sirius who was just nodding as he licked his lips. He already had an idea of Remus’ size, he’d lived with him for years, and one time while they were pissed they had all decided to measure their own dicks. Sirius had never been self conscious about his looks, so the fact that Remus was bigger had never raised any insecurities. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“I mean, it’s only healthy that you’d be looking at his boner,” Sirius replied with a nonchalant shrug, completely unaffected by your warnings. You scoffed and swatted the side of his arm playfully, but he took the chance to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him and into a kiss. By now, Sirius had one leg bent on the bed and the other hanging from the edge, allowing him to get much closer to the two of you, one of his hands still on the back of Remus’ neck as he kissed you shamelessly. 

Remus felt his cock twitch against you as he saw the two of you kiss, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, searching for that same friction from earlier. You smiled, leaning closer and grinding straight on his boner as you continued to kiss Sirius, who had now leaned close enough for you to feel his bulge straining against the side of your leg. 

You continued kissing Sirius, moving your hand on Remus’ shoulder just long enough to move his hair behind his ear, so Moony had a better view of his beautiful boyfriend kissing you, as you continued to rub yourself against him. Your movements were slow but purposeful, moving your hips just enough to maintain a constant rhythm that had your core aching for more. Not to mention the soft movement allowed your knee to grind against Sirius’ length, even if with slightly less control. 

“Ah, fuck,” Sirius said as you angled your leg slightly to the side. He teasingly bit your lip in retaliation and angled himself closer to feel more friction. All the while, Remus stared at the two of you, breath short from your ministrations and the absolutely delightful sight he had. Perhaps he now understood why Sirius hadn’t let you off his lap while he was kissing you; there was something ardent about getting to have you grinding against him while you kissed Sirius. Something tantalising about the fact that he could easily lean down to kiss your neck or touch you – which he eventually did. 

His hand on your hips lowered further and crept under your skirt while his lips found home on your neck. You sighed in the middle of Sirius’ kiss which encouraged him to suck lightly on the side of your neck while his thumb traced soft circles on your upper thigh. “Did you wear this little thing on purpose?” Remus asked after pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and looking at the silhouette of his hand under your skirt. Never in a million years did he imagine he’d be doing something like this. 

“Well, I was told it was a cute date outfit,” you said, almost innocently, which surprised Remus since you had been sinfully kissing Sirius just seconds before.

“It’s a tempting date outfit,” Sirius responded with a smirk, basically stealing Remus’ words from the tip of his tongue. 

“Quite,” Remus said, gently pinching the side of your leg which got you clenching around nothing, his thumb slowly sliding closer and closer to your core, even if it was still just on your leg. 

“She’s a real tease, Moons. What she did in the Prefect’s bathroom was nothing.” 

“I guessed as much,” Remus retorted, his voice a few tones lower than it had been previously. “She’s dating you after all,” he pressed a soft kiss in the space between your collarbone and your neck. “Besides, she’s always been a tease,” his thumb was now toying with the edge of your knickers, right on your hip bone. “But she’s not the only one,” he turned to you, “Little Witch, do you mind if I…?” 

He didn’t have to finish the sentence, his teasing hand was enough for you to know exactly what he wanted. “Yes!” you said breathily. “I mean, no– I don’t mind.” Remus chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, he was looking straight at you now. You somehow managed to get a hold of yourself, even if your head still felt airy with everything that was going on around you, the stimulation of senses overwhelming in the best possible way. “You promised you’d show me one day, remember?” 

“Show her?” Sirius said inquisitively as he turned to Remus. 

“How good I am with my hands,” Remus retorted with a small, confident smirk, going back to kissing your neck while his thumb brushed over your clothed mound, and almost faltered. “Shit.” 

“What?” Sirius asked, instantly turning to Remus. 

“She’s so fucking wet,” he retorted, his finger slowly brushing up and down your slit, both to tease you and to feel just how much of your knickers had been ruined by your arousal. 

“Is she now?” Sirius said with a smirk, exchanging a look between you and Remus, a slight teasing edge as he turned to you. 

“As if you didn’t have your own little problems,” you said, shifting your knee, almost instantly earning a groan from him, which got you to giggle. 

“Little Vixen,” Sirius said before dragging you back into a kiss, pressing himself even harder against your knee, he clearly wished you aware of how much he wanted you.

“If you need me to stop at any point,” Remus said, his thumb pressing against you with a little more purpose, “Just say so, okay?” You hummed in response, afraid another embarrassing moan would leave your mouth if you tried to say yes. “Good girl,” Remus said with a smile, and once again you were clenching on air and accidentally biting Sirius’ neck. 

“Remus, Luv,” Sirius said with a smug smile. “I think she liked it when you called her that.” 

“You talk too much, Puppy,” you said, pulling your knee back and replacing it with your hand, gripping him right over his trousers. You rose from his neck to look at him with a rather confident grin, he was biting on his bottom lip hard, trying to keep his mouth shut as you continued to brush your hand over him. 

You were about to smile and say something else when Remus – in a rather swift movement – flicked your knickers to the side and allowed his thumb to press onto your slit. His fingers got much wetter than just seconds before, and the warmth of your body was enough to make the slightest bit of precum soil the inside of his underwear, the dark fabric becoming a shade deeper right over his tip. He was lucky you were distracting Sirius with your teasing, or he would have been the focus of his teasing from then on.

Not that Sirius was faring much better, with your hand gently patting him the way it was, causing the fabric to brush against his cock in an almost sinful way. “Shit,” Sirius whispered. 

“Good boy,” you said with a smirk, a bit condescendingly. He threw you an amused look, and you secured your grip around his cock, causing him to gasp, his hand on your waist tightening as his eyes shone with lust. 

You were about to say something else when Remus found your clit. He gently pressed the pad of his finger against it and felt you shudder, your legs opening a little wider for him instinctively, he smirked and pressed it again, which had you clenching, your hips moving by themselves, chasing more of the pleasure. “How’s that, Little Witch?” he asked. 

Sirius, noticing your cloudy gaze, smiled and leaned into Remus, whispering something in his ear. “What did he say?” you breathed, his finger was now softly rubbing against your clit, rhythmically, making you feel incredible and crave more all at the same time. Even your hand on Sirius had become slightly dumber as if your brain couldn’t quite cope with both things at the same time. 

“He said he does not believe me, wants to see for himself,” Remus smiled. 

“Huh?” 

“Come here,” Sirius said, pulling you towards him and away from Remus’ hands. You were about to protest, but Remus’ hand was kept close to you still, his thumb tracing circles on your inner thigh as Sirius repositioned both himself and you. 

Sirius rested his back against the headboard, and you ended up with your back pressed against his chest, right between his legs – you could feel his unrelenting boner against your back. He had both hands on your waist, and gently pulled the fabric of your skirt up, slowly revealing Remus’ hand on your thigh and your very wet underwear. “Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling his hips up against your back involuntarily. 

“Told you so,” Remus said with a smirk. “Look what we’ve done to her, poor thing.” He then focused his gaze on you. He didn’t even have to ask, you merely nodded. He grinned, his hand on your leg slowly crept up until he reached the top hem of your knickers and started pulling them down, grazing your skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your calf once they were past it. Sirius, who at any other moment might have been looking straight at your juicy cunt, had been – exactly like you – absolutely enthralled by Remus’ movements. 

Sharp jaw, eyes focused, slow. As if there was no rush, as if you weren’t pulsating for his hand just a few inches away. Once they were off, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed, groaning as he exhaled. “I knew you’d smell delightful but fuck, Little Witch.” 

“And she tastes even better,” Sirius said from behind you, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a smirk. 

“Bet,” Remus said as he threw the knickers at Sirius, who caught them with one hand, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin. Remus then traced a path with both of his hands – from the arches of your feet to the middle of your thighs, and then he allowed them to sneak in between them, gently spreading you open for him. You shuddered, your hips snapping up just a little in response. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you, spread for him for the first time. “Ravishing” he whispered to himself, his awestruck stare causing Sirius to finally tear his gaze from Remus and look at you. 

“Fuck,”  he whispered, his hands gently tensing around your arms as he forced himself not to buck his hips against your back another time. You’d fucked, and he’d touched you there, but in neither of those moments had he had the opportunity to admire you in the way he was admiring you now. How juicy you looked, the memory of how you felt around him, – how tight you’d been – it made his mouth water and his dick press against your back in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. Not to mention he had twice as many reasons to cum this time around. Remus was sitting on the bed half-naked, his muscles flexing as his stunning hands – he finally got what you meant by that – were teasing you mercilessly. 

“Remus please,” you pretty much whined, his thumbs had been gently brushing your inner thigh, close enough to your core that you could feel their warmth, but still not touching you. 

“You were the curious one, Luv,” he said with a smirk. You were about to protest, but Remus placed his thumb on your slit again, and the relief it gave you was enough to get you crooning. His movements, deep within your folds, were lenient, merciful, moving softly from the very bottom to the top of your slit, making sure to gather your juices as he found his way back up to your clit. Teasing the bud once, and then starting to make gentle circles that had you pushing yourself against him. The rest of his hand was gently pressing into your mound, bringing a layer of warmth and pressure against your stubbornly rocking hips.

Your soft sighs and whimpers had slowly turned into moans, stifled by your teeth that sharply sunk into your bottom lip. “It’s okay, Étoile, we want to hear the sounds you make,” Sirius said as he cupped your chin with his hands and pressed his thumb against your lips, which gave you a chance to tease him that you wouldn’t pass up, no matter how mindless Remus’ fingers were making you. You took his hand in yours and gently pushed his finger into your mouth – he’d done it to you once, licking off your juices right in front of your face and groaning – this time, it was your turn. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around his finger and moaning dissolutely as you gently allowed his finger to leave your mouth again, causing Sirius to groan. 

“And I– ahhh – I want to hear yours as well,” you retorted breathily. “Fuck Rem, you really meant it when you–” 

A stifled breath stopped you from talking as Remus turned his wrist around and pressed one of his knuckles against your entrance, softly moving it up and down teasingly. He searched for your eyes, a quick movement, just to make sure he wasn’t doing something you wouldn’t like before uncurling his finger and gently teasing again. He was almost dreadfully slow as he finally allowed the tip of his finger inside you. He looked for your eyes again. Sirius smiled as he saw you nodding, almost too eagerly. He wouldn’t have been as patient as Remus had been, perhaps he would have already eaten you out by now, but it seemed like his slow peace was completely undoing you, and he loved your bleary gaze, fighting to get a sense of yourself as you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

Perhaps he could aid as well, “Étoile, may I take this off?” he asked as he grabbed the strap of your bra. 

“Mhm,” you retorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Can’t be the only one enjoying myself, can I?” 

“Oh, we’re enjoying ourselves plenty,” Sirius retorted, eyeing Remus’ hand, his finger still teasing your entrance, “I’d like to help Rem, though.” 

As Sirius sneaked his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, Remus’ finger found its way inside you. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Remus said as he looked at Sirius in disbelief. 

“Yeah, and you haven’t even felt when she–” Remus groaned “–Does the clenching thing,” Sirius said with a smirk, turning his eyes from Remus to go back to his previous task, bringing his hands from behind you to the front and pulling the bra off as gently as Remus had taken your knickers off.

Remus stared, enthralled at the sight in front of him, his finger inside you unmoving while his thumb continued the same steady rhythm as before. You were almost completely bare, your flimsy skirt – ridden halfway up your belly – the only piece of clothing left, and both boys seemed keenly aware of it. 

Sirius brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, wetting them before lowering them back into your skin, allowing them to fall on the side of your breast, and then tracing a sloppy path towards your nipples the air and the wetness from his fingers causing them to perk even before he’d touched them. 

He smiled, his breath hitting the crown of your head as he circled them around your hardened nipple, softly before pinching; you moaned and he smiled, he too could pull those wonderful sounds from you. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve seen, Moons?” 

“Both of you are,” Remus retorted, as he managed to tear his gaze from your breasts to look at Sirius, his curls framing his face delicately, bright eyes lost on you. The moon and the stars would be jealous of how stunning you looked. But the universe would be proud. Proud that its stardust had created beauty that rivalled itself, both in nature and in men. 

Remus’ finger inside you started to move, not quite in and out, but rather in a curling motion, exploring every inch of you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for more, which had him gently pull it out and then allowing it back in; you were so wet at this point that you were sure there would be a puddle in the sheets after you moved. 

While Remus continued exploring, his pace becoming slightly faster now, Sirius’ fingers on your breasts were working you up almost as much, not just because he was touching them, but rather because of how he was touching them, teasing them with slow, lewd movements that felt like pure debauchery. And then there was the scenery, whichever way you looked, you could spot one of your boys, either Sirius’ lecherous lips and long dark eyelashes or Remus’ thick muscles and piercing golden eyes, pupils blown as he looked at his hand, his finger disappearing inside you just as enthralling as Sirius’ soft hands toying with your top half. 

Remus carefully teased your entrance with another finger, making sure it was just as wet with your juices before he started to press into you. you felt the stretch, letting out a soft “Aaaah,” in the process. 

“Hurts?” He asked when he noticed the way your eyes closed shut. 

“No,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop!” 

Remus’ worried expression turned into a satisfied smirk, and he continued pressing his fingers inside you, letting out a few curses as he felt the pressure of your tight walls surrounding him; he couldn’t help but imagine how mind numbing you’d feel around his cock, the animal part of him wanted to pull his fingers away and replace them with it, a maddening need to just feel you... so close that he wouldn’t even be able to think of anything else. But Remus, the ever-sensible man he was, knew there was no way in hell he could do that without causing you pain, certainly not with how tight you felt around his fingers. 

Instead, he decided to focus on you and on Sirius’ tiny little whines as you moved your hips against him. He was careful and ever so gentle as he moved his fingers in and out of you, opening them little by little, stretching you out ever so slightly. 

“More pressure,” Sirius whispered, “your thumb, you can add more pressure.” 

Remus turned to him, cheeks flushed and an eyebrow raised. 

“Trust me,” Sirius said with a small smirk, gently cupping your breast in one of his hands, allowing his middle and index fingers to pinch your nipple, and gently massaging the bottom with his thumb, causing you to clench around Remus’ fingers who, for a whole second, thought he was going to cum. He sucked in a breath and then did as told, tentatively pressing a little harder, your hips bucked against him almost instantly.

He bit his lip and continued to rub your clit with the newfound pressure, and your hips started bucking against his expert fingers desperately, his hand on your thigh travelling to your hip to gently push you down. “Fuck, Rem, I think I might–” he flicked his fingers inside you just right, and you couldn’t even finish speaking; your eyes shut, your lips bitten, and a high pitched moan poured from your mouth, reverbrating through the room enough to make you feel conscious – at least if you’d had any wits to care at that precise moments. Your stomach tightened and your hips spasmed until you saw stars, your head spinning as you tried to catch your breath. 

“How was that, Starshine?” asked Sirius with a soft and slightly smug smile while gently pulling some of the sweat-stuck hair out of your face, and blowing some air into your hot cheeks.

“He wasn’t joking,” you managed to respond, voice airy as you gathered your breath, a pleasant smile on your face. “When he said he was good.” 

Remus’ thumb started to slow down, his fingers moving much slower as he pulled them out, he didn’t want to overstimulate you. When his fingers were out, he rested his hand on the side of your hip, fingers pressing gently on your skin as he looked at you. You looked absolutely stunning in your current state, and he felt both in awe and pleased that he had made it happen. His loving gaze eventually travelled from you towards Sirius, and when their eyes locked, the mischievous shine in Sirius’ pale blue irises was enough to tell – he was up to something. 

You were still floating when Sirius’ hand crawled from your breast towards Remus’, fingers gently brushing over each other as one encapsulated the other. You smiled at the sweet gesture, but Sirius had something else in mind: he slid his hand again, fingers brushing on Remus’ palm before he pulled it up towards himself. Moony’s fingers were still wet with your slick as Sirius pulled them towards his mouth and sucked. 

Remus was bunching the bedsheets in his free hand as Sirius savoured you off of him, purposefully sucking just a little longer like you had done with his finger earlier. When Sirius pulled the two fingers out and sucked on his thumb, Remus couldn’t hold it any longer, he pushed himself towards Sirius, pulling out his thumb and leaving a wet trail on his lover’s sharp jawline only to replace it with his lips. 

Both boys groaned as they kissed, Sirius’ hand nudging your shoulder softly helped you move up a little, so you wouldn’t be crushed by either, which had you end up in between the two of them, your ass pressed to Sirius’ left leg and Remus’ naked torso pressed onto your bare chest. 

You smiled, looking at the two of them kissing each other so fervently, and leaned your head towards Remus, pressing a trail of soft and wet kisses from his jawline to his shoulder. Your kisses were soft and rather lazy at first, since you were still recovering from your high, but soon enough they turned hungry again, matching the energy of their kiss. 

Remus’ hand ended up under Sirius’ shirt as they kissed, creeping up his chest with a tentative softness as if he was still scared the boy would reject his advances. To his relief, Sirius not only didn’t reject them, but he relished in his warm touch, groaning into the kiss when Remus’ fingers brushed the side of his ribs. 

Sirius tried to unbutton his shirt with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist but couldn’t get the buttons out. “Need help with that?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to help?” Sirius retorted as Remus pulled back just a little, adjusting his weight to his legs instead of his hands so he could remove it, but Sirius, who was more focused on the kiss, pulled him by the arm again and Remus ended up falling on top of the three of you with a rather ungraceful thump. 

“Aaaaaah,” Sirius complained. “Luv, your leg.”  

“Mine?” You and Remus asked at the same time, both moving your legs however you could. 

“Vixen’s,” he said, “it’s crushing my bollocks!.” 

“Shit sorry,” you said. Remus pushed himself off of you by leaning his hand on the side of the bed and you managed to move your leg to the other side, back still pressed to Sirius. “Is little Sirius okay?” you asked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Little Si–” Remus started, and broke into a laugh. 

“What?” you asked with a smile, knowing he was making fun of the way you’d said it. 

“Nothing, it’s just–” he laughed again. You started laughing, and Sirius followed shortly. Remus had let his head fall on your shoulder as he laughed, and Sirius’ head was leaning against it, enjoying the scent of Moony’s hair as he laughed, the three of you completely tangled in each other. 

“Do you think we’ll get better at this?” Sirius asked in between laughs. 

“Better? I’m already having a blast,” you replied. 

“That’s because your nuts weren’t being strangled.” 

“Such a drama queen,” you retorted, and Sirius pouted. Remus turned his head to look at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards just a little bit. Your eyes locked on his, “What is it?” you asked, biting off a playful smile. “That’s your ‘I’ve got an idea’ face.” 

 Remus’ smile widened, “Nothing, I mean, I was just thinking–” he breathed “– how about we give him a reason to take back those words?”

Your smile matched his in an instant, what a brilliant idea. 

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.4 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: It's not the first time for any of the three. But it is your first time together. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 73: Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“I surrender,” he said,  creating an oxymoron with the defying manner in which he spoke. His lips curled just slightly upwards as his gaze focused solely on yours.

The second Remus spoke, you dropped the wand on the side of the bed, and went back to kissing him. As Sirius admired from the sidelines, you placed both of your hands on Remus’ neck, dragging him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other. Remus’ tongue slid over your lips, soft, and tentative, only to be welcomed by the parting of your mouth. 

His lips tasted like chocolate spread and sparkling wine, but more than anything –they tasted like him, and you were hungry, unbelievably hungry for that flavour. You weren’t sure you’d ever have enough of it, but you were willing to continue trying for as long as it was necessary, and even if there never was enough, you’d be thrilled to kiss him for as long as the world continued to spin, and for as long as the sun continued to shine. 

He slid his hands down your back, savouring the curve of your waist, leaving one hand there and allowing the other to travel further down, playing with the flowy fabric of the short little skirt that had caught his eyes just a few minutes ago. It was softer than it looked, and although he couldn’t be bothered to check, he was pretty sure it had ridden up your thigh from the position you were both sitting in. You must have looked stunning. Sirius would readily confirm that you did. 

Your kisses were as addictive to him as his were to you. He felt like every breath he neglected to take was worth it. As long as he continued to taste your lips, he wouldn’t care much for running out of oxygen – asphyxia sounded better than pulling away from you. Even drugs would fall short in comparison. Nothing could draw him in like the smell of your skin against his own, nothing except for Sirius’, which had mingled with yours so much that he could pretty much taste him on your lips.

You pulled away for a second, cheeks warm and heart thumping against your ears as you tried to recover your breath. “Could I?” you asked as you touched the hem of his jumper. You knew he had nothing underneath – you’d noticed earlier while tickling him – and you knew how self-conscious he could be. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, not caring how desperate he might have sounded. You smiled, leaning back towards him, desperate to feel his lips against yours while you continued playing with the hem of his jumper, slowly sliding your hands underneath, feeling how much warmer he was in comparison to them. 

You could feel him tensing under your hands. His hand on your waist had slid down a bit as well, his thumb chasing the feeling of your skin, barely lifting the side of the jumper – coincidentally also his – that you were wearing. For a second, Remus wondered if it was more fun to take your or his own clothes off you. Sirius would favour taking Moony’s jumpers off you, just because he would get both of your enticing scents mingled together,  in the process. 

Your hands continued to roam through his chest until eventually you managed to pull the jumper half way up, amid a somewhat desperate attempt at both continuing to be touched by him and removing his hands from you so you could take off the sleeves of his jumper. When you eventually did manage to remove them, he was quick to pass it over his head and go back to your kiss. His hands now went back to your waist, attempting to push you back slightly, scared you might feel how aroused he was if you inched your waist any closer. 

He was sure you must have snogged Sirius like this thousands of times and that didn’t necessarily have to lead to anything else, to anything more. Especially since you hadn’t actually had sex with Pads until months after you started dating, and so Remus didn’t want to assume anything, even if you had been quite close to going through with it a few times so far. 

His brain understood that perfectly, but the rest of his body seemed to be in dissonance with it. The way you felt so close set him ablaze, and it was hard to make his limbs comprehend that kissing, even if it was fierce and desperate, wouldn’t necessarily lead to sex. Especially when his cock – seeming to have a mind of its own – continued twitching and straining against his pants in a way that was both painful and madly pleasurable. Perhaps he’d cum just from kissing you, however embarrassing it might be. 

He tried to hold his hands back from crawling too high, but they were almost acting on their own accord, and when you felt them brush right around the curve of your breast, you knew you had way too many clothes on. You pulled back to take your jumper and shirt off in a swift motion and discarded it behind you, somewhere on the floor. Remus wanted to admire you, but you were faster, connecting your lips together again; and he was not about to pull back from a kiss. 

Sirius, who had been watching all of it while eating strawberries, decided he wanted a better view, and stood, walking straight towards the two of you and sitting about half a metre away on the bed at first; then, he moved up towards the headboard and leaned back against the pillows, wondering if either of you would mind his staring.  

When you felt the shift on the bed, one of your hands instantly travelled in search for him, landing close to his knee, and settling there with an assuring squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but he knew he had to be there, he belonged there. Whether it was to watch the two of you kiss or to join you at the right moment, he knew he was welcomed, heck, perhaps even needed. 

Upon the feeling of more skin, Remus was ready to explore it all, so his kisses went from your lips to the side of your cheeks and then to your neck, needy, desperate, trying to maintain at least one hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t lean too close, which was becoming much harder now that you’d started swaying your hips towards him. You might have been too busy sighing, but Sirius had long ago noticed how turned on Remus was, and he was enticed by the idea of releasing him of his predicament. Would he mind? he wondered, if I touched him the way I touched Starshine in James' bedroom?  

It was that same line he didn’t know how or when to cross, Remus seemed perfectly fine with kissing him, with taking his shirt off, but they had never gotten further, and no matter how bold and reckless Sirius was, he was terrified of being rejected by Remus, of doing anything that would push him away, or kill the mood. They’d already had a big fight once, and those days in which Remus had ignored him had been torturous, he didn’t want that to ever happen again. 

You were panting now, your breath escaping your mouth in soft little sounds that made his mind start spinning, and his cock strained against his trousers almost as much as Remus’ was. The sounds of Remus kissing your shoulder were just as entrancing. Sirius started leaning towards the two of you, ready to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, since it was the closest spot available, when Remus pulled from you as if he’d been burned. 

You stared at him with heavily lidded eyes and a hazy confused gaze, swaying between the heady waves of pleasure still running through you and the slight annoyance from how fast he’d pulled away from you, as if he had tasted something he didn’t like. 

“What’s–” 

“I did that,” he said as he stared at your shoulder, horrified. 

You turned to look, bleary-eyed still. Realisation hit you the moment you saw what he was looking at. Your scar. It was fully healed now, but the slightly whiter tissue and the jagged lines of the ridges were still there, almost impossible to mask, a permanent reminder of that night, a permanent reminder of Moony. 

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said softly. While the lines on your arm were thick and visible, they were nothing compared to what he’d done to himself. To the scars from Moony clawing at him and from the fresher ones where his skin ripped apart to let the Wolf out. For you, the pain was gone; he had to live with it on a constant basis. 

“It’s not fine,” he said, voice low, almost cracking near the end. You could hear the self-hatred hidden beneath it. 

You took his chin in your hands and pulled him back to look at you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reassured. “It’s just a mark.” 

“A mark that I made, a constant reminder of who I am, of what I am. Of how dangerous, or the mons–“ 

“Stop!” You commanded. “It’s none of those things.” He sighed, his shoulders slouching as his head tilted to the side, contritely, you figured. He didn’t believe you. 

“You should have seen the way the water clung to it in the fae pool,” Sirius said. “It was beautiful.” 

“Don’t call it that!” Remus retorted, almost too fast, both offended and angry by the prospect.

“Why not?” You asked with a frown. “Why should we see it as something other than beautiful?” 

“Because I hurt you!” he said, his chest rising as he got worked up. “What I did caused you pain for weeks, you could barely carry your fucking bags because of it, it’s a permanent reminder of everything that went wrong–” 

“It is not!” you interrupted, even more sternly now. “It might have been painful when it happened but it’s not painful anymore.” Trying to explain how you’d not only gotten used to it – but even attached to it – was something you’d never thought you’d had to do, but you were trying to think of a way. 

Remus, on the other hand, following his tendencies of rejecting his own body and thinking himself as a monster, was finding it hard not to reject the marks that matched his own. Not because he thought you looked any less beautiful due to them, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d been the cause of your pain, which was not only unacceptable, but too close to his worst fear: Moony hurting the people he loved. 

“I don’t see them as remnants of pain,” you said, still struggling to find the right words; all the reading you’d done must have left something, right? “They’re more like… ink on a parchment,” you breathed, “telling the story of that night, yes, but of many things afterwards, too. Of our friendship, of the day I discovered the boys were animagi, of the day you discovered I was a fox. Of how I turned into Vixen, of how we all grew closer, of Sirius cleaning my wounds in the river, of Lily helping me heal – hell, of Lily stealing supplies from Pomfrey, something I never expected to happen.

“Of talking to Myrtle while trying to clean an open wound, and – I won’t lie, not all the stories are happy ones,” you said, thinking of Evan gripping onto your arm and threatening you when you figured he was dating Barty. “But they’re my story, a reminder of everything I have and haven’t done since I got here. It’s not a painful scar, Rem – it’s part of who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s our story.”  

“Besides, it’s a reminder of you,” Sirius said with a small adoring smile. He was soft as he brushed his fingers on Remus’ neck and squeezed ever so gently, as reassuring as he could.

Remus looked at him and then at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying, as if he thought it was all just an attempt at placating him. “Do you think them ugly?” you asked. 

“What?” he reacted almost immediately, his brows furrowing for a split second as he looked at the scars again and then at you. “Of course not!” he said, searching for your eyes. One of the things he had always been scared of was being naked and people seeing his scars –  Moony’s self-inflicted scars – and now he was making you feel insecure about them – or so he thought. “No! I’d never–“ he stumbled on his own words. “I just hate myself for having done that to you.” 

“It was Moony, not you, Remus.” 

“It’s the same thing,” he retorted. 

“It is not,” you soothed. “Similar? Yes. Same beautiful eyes, same piercing gaze, but I know you’d never hurt me. In fact, I’m quite sure he’d never hurt me either.” 

Remus shook his head, and allowed it to fall on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, looking at the scar as he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over it, curious as to how it felt: if it was the same as his skin, if it would be softer, because your skin was softer either way. “Will you ever forgive me?” he mumbled. 

“I forgave Moony ages ago,” you responded, turning your head towards him and pressing a short kiss to his hair. “Did you know he and Vixen are friends now?” you teased. 

He laughed, not wholeheartedly, but the hint of a chuckle was there, almost as if it’d gotten stuck on his throat. 

“I can confirm that,” Sirius said with a smile. “Good friends, Moony can barely tolerate her playing with me.”

“You’re a pair of idiots,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver. 

“But we’re your idiots,” Sirius said with unquestionable devotion in his eyes.   

“And we like you very, very much,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, right below his ear. “An insane amount,” you said before pressing another. “How much more convincing do you need?”

Remus was about to say he was convinced, but Sirius beat him to speak, “I may have an idea of how to make him stop worrying about the little things.” 

“Oh,” you said, your mouth not leaving Remus’ neck as your gaze tilted to Sirius. “You do?” 

“I think so,” he smirked. “What do you say, Moons?” 

“Sirius, whatever it is you’re thinking–” 

“It was a rhetorical question,” Sirius said, gently pulling Moony’s head back and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You smiled, Moony chased Sirius’ lips as his arm laced behind your back and pulled you a little closer, as if not to lose your kisses on his neck. You smiled knowingly, and started pressing kisses now all over his shoulder as well, making sure to kiss his scars as much as you were kissing the rest of his skin. 

“We should–” you breathed, “probably lock the door.” 

Sirius separated himself from Remus’ mouth just long enough to respond with a grin, “I did that when you were tickling each other.” You grinned back, satisfied, and continued to press kisses on Remus, and while neither of you knew exactly how to proceed, there was something the three of you would have agreed on: it felt just right. 

Without even thinking what you were doing, you started rocking your hips against Remus’ again. He tried to hold you back again, but Siriuis was quicker, and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in his. 

Remus spoke in between kisses, “Sirius, wait, I–“ 

“–It’s okay,” he responded, voice raspy. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy.” 

“But–“ Sirius kissed him again, swallowing his worries. Remus was still scared of you feeling how hard he was. 

But you were more inclined to it than anything, pushing your entire self closer to him and feeling his bulge against you. The moment the direct friction hit him, Remus groaned, accidentally biting Sirius’ lips. “Fuck, sorry–” he said as he pulled back to look at Sirius who instead of complaining was grinning like an idiot. 

“Étoile, do that again, will you?” he said, breathing heavily as he stared at Remus. 

“What do you mean, Puppy?” you said innocently, “This?” you added as you pressed your hips against Remus again, this time a muffled moan escaped his lips. What a lovely sound, you thought. 

Sirius laughed, while Remus stared at him, a mix between reproachful and delighted, his cheeks warm and his lips slightly swollen; he looked absolutely divine. 

“Or this?” you added, this time pressing a kiss just above the end of Remus’ jaw, which elicited another –. if softer – sound from Remus. You were tempted to bite his earlobe but decided to stick to kissing, since it was something you had done earlier. 

“Fuck the two of you,” Remus said, clearly amused. 

“Oh, you might get to do just that, Moons, do not despair,” Sirius responded. You laughed, Remus was about to argue again, but you rocked your hips to him, this time grinding onto his boner a little longer and his breath got caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” he said again, this time not directed towards anybody in particular.

“She does that sometimes,” Sirius said with a laugh before pulling Remus in for another kiss. 

“I do what sometimes?” you asked before you went back to kissing Remus’ neck, still softly dry humping against his trousers. 

“Whatever the fuck you want,” Sirius responded. “Drives me mad.” 

“Slander,” you retorted with a smile. 

“Highly doubt it, Little Witch,” Remus teased and moaned as you rocked your hips into his a bit harder, in retaliation. 

“Can I get rid of these?” you asked as you took a hold of his belt. “Bit rough.” 

“Mhm,” Remus barely managed to answer in between a kiss. You smiled, unbuckling his belt and then going straight for the latch of his trousers. You already knew the location of it from the Prefects’ bath, which made it much easier. With the help of Sirius, you somehow managed to pull the entire thing off, leaving Remus with nothing but his underwear – a black snugly pair that hugged his thighs and made the tent of his cock straining against them impossible to hide. 

You stared for a second, trying not to think too much of the size. You already kind of knew he was bigger than Sirius – Rem was taller after all – and you had felt it in the Prefects’ Bathroom; but you had not been expecting the sizeable bulge in front of you.

Of course Sirius noticed that too, and there was no way he’d miss the opportunity to tease you. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he told Remus as he pulled from the kiss and tilted his head towards you while biting his bottom lip. 

You turned to him almost instantly, cheeks burning and a small frown on your face. Sirius smiled and gave you a teasing eyebrow raise while Remus turned to you, head tilted just slightly to the side. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always admired him,” you responded a little haughtily, but Sirius just chuckled.

“Brilliant save,” he responded. Remus turned to him inquisitively, about to ask something, but Sirius was faster. “We might not be the only ones with wandering eyes.” Remus raised both of his eyebrows at Sirius who was just nodding as he licked his lips. He already had an idea of Remus’ size, he’d lived with him for years, and one time while they were pissed they had all decided to measure their own dicks. Sirius had never been self conscious about his looks, so the fact that Remus was bigger had never raised any insecurities. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“I mean, it’s only healthy that you’d be looking at his boner,” Sirius replied with a nonchalant shrug, completely unaffected by your warnings. You scoffed and swatted the side of his arm playfully, but he took the chance to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him and into a kiss. By now, Sirius had one leg bent on the bed and the other hanging from the edge, allowing him to get much closer to the two of you, one of his hands still on the back of Remus’ neck as he kissed you shamelessly. 

Remus felt his cock twitch against you as he saw the two of you kiss, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, searching for that same friction from earlier. You smiled, leaning closer and grinding straight on his boner as you continued to kiss Sirius, who had now leaned close enough for you to feel his bulge straining against the side of your leg. 

You continued kissing Sirius, moving your hand on Remus’ shoulder just long enough to move his hair behind his ear, so Moony had a better view of his beautiful boyfriend kissing you, as you continued to rub yourself against him. Your movements were slow but purposeful, moving your hips just enough to maintain a constant rhythm that had your core aching for more. Not to mention the soft movement allowed your knee to grind against Sirius’ length, even if with slightly less control. 

“Ah, fuck,” Sirius said as you angled your leg slightly to the side. He teasingly bit your lip in retaliation and angled himself closer to feel more friction. All the while, Remus stared at the two of you, breath short from your ministrations and the absolutely delightful sight he had. Perhaps he now understood why Sirius hadn’t let you off his lap while he was kissing you; there was something ardent about getting to have you grinding against him while you kissed Sirius. Something tantalising about the fact that he could easily lean down to kiss your neck or touch you – which he eventually did. 

His hand on your hips lowered further and crept under your skirt while his lips found home on your neck. You sighed in the middle of Sirius’ kiss which encouraged him to suck lightly on the side of your neck while his thumb traced soft circles on your upper thigh. “Did you wear this little thing on purpose?” Remus asked after pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and looking at the silhouette of his hand under your skirt. Never in a million years did he imagine he’d be doing something like this. 

“Well, I was told it was a cute date outfit,” you said, almost innocently, which surprised Remus since you had been sinfully kissing Sirius just seconds before.

“It’s a tempting date outfit,” Sirius responded with a smirk, basically stealing Remus’ words from the tip of his tongue. 

“Quite,” Remus said, gently pinching the side of your leg which got you clenching around nothing, his thumb slowly sliding closer and closer to your core, even if it was still just on your leg. 

“She’s a real tease, Moons. What she did in the Prefect’s bathroom was nothing.” 

“I guessed as much,” Remus retorted, his voice a few tones lower than it had been previously. “She’s dating you after all,” he pressed a soft kiss in the space between your collarbone and your neck. “Besides, she’s always been a tease,” his thumb was now toying with the edge of your knickers, right on your hip bone. “But she’s not the only one,” he turned to you, “Little Witch, do you mind if I…?” 

He didn’t have to finish the sentence, his teasing hand was enough for you to know exactly what he wanted. “Yes!” you said breathily. “I mean, no– I don’t mind.” Remus chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, he was looking straight at you now. You somehow managed to get a hold of yourself, even if your head still felt airy with everything that was going on around you, the stimulation of senses overwhelming in the best possible way. “You promised you’d show me one day, remember?” 

“Show her?” Sirius said inquisitively as he turned to Remus. 

“How good I am with my hands,” Remus retorted with a small, confident smirk, going back to kissing your neck while his thumb brushed over your clothed mound, and almost faltered. “Shit.” 

“What?” Sirius asked, instantly turning to Remus. 

“She’s so fucking wet,” he retorted, his finger slowly brushing up and down your slit, both to tease you and to feel just how much of your knickers had been ruined by your arousal. 

“Is she now?” Sirius said with a smirk, exchanging a look between you and Remus, a slight teasing edge as he turned to you. 

“As if you didn’t have your own little problems,” you said, shifting your knee, almost instantly earning a groan from him, which got you to giggle. 

“Little Vixen,” Sirius said before dragging you back into a kiss, pressing himself even harder against your knee, he clearly wished you aware of how much he wanted you.

“If you need me to stop at any point,” Remus said, his thumb pressing against you with a little more purpose, “Just say so, okay?” You hummed in response, afraid another embarrassing moan would leave your mouth if you tried to say yes. “Good girl,” Remus said with a smile, and once again you were clenching on air and accidentally biting Sirius’ neck. 

“Remus, Luv,” Sirius said with a smug smile. “I think she liked it when you called her that.” 

“You talk too much, Puppy,” you said, pulling your knee back and replacing it with your hand, gripping him right over his trousers. You rose from his neck to look at him with a rather confident grin, he was biting on his bottom lip hard, trying to keep his mouth shut as you continued to brush your hand over him. 

You were about to smile and say something else when Remus – in a rather swift movement – flicked your knickers to the side and allowed his thumb to press onto your slit. His fingers got much wetter than just seconds before, and the warmth of your body was enough to make the slightest bit of precum soil the inside of his underwear, the dark fabric becoming a shade deeper right over his tip. He was lucky you were distracting Sirius with your teasing, or he would have been the focus of his teasing from then on.

Not that Sirius was faring much better, with your hand gently patting him the way it was, causing the fabric to brush against his cock in an almost sinful way. “Shit,” Sirius whispered. 

“Good boy,” you said with a smirk, a bit condescendingly. He threw you an amused look, and you secured your grip around his cock, causing him to gasp, his hand on your waist tightening as his eyes shone with lust. 

You were about to say something else when Remus found your clit. He gently pressed the pad of his finger against it and felt you shudder, your legs opening a little wider for him instinctively, he smirked and pressed it again, which had you clenching, your hips moving by themselves, chasing more of the pleasure. “How’s that, Little Witch?” he asked. 

Sirius, noticing your cloudy gaze, smiled and leaned into Remus, whispering something in his ear. “What did he say?” you breathed, his finger was now softly rubbing against your clit, rhythmically, making you feel incredible and crave more all at the same time. Even your hand on Sirius had become slightly dumber as if your brain couldn’t quite cope with both things at the same time. 

“He said he does not believe me, wants to see for himself,” Remus smiled. 

“Huh?” 

“Come here,” Sirius said, pulling you towards him and away from Remus’ hands. You were about to protest, but Remus’ hand was kept close to you still, his thumb tracing circles on your inner thigh as Sirius repositioned both himself and you. 

Sirius rested his back against the headboard, and you ended up with your back pressed against his chest, right between his legs – you could feel his unrelenting boner against your back. He had both hands on your waist, and gently pulled the fabric of your skirt up, slowly revealing Remus’ hand on your thigh and your very wet underwear. “Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling his hips up against your back involuntarily. 

“Told you so,” Remus said with a smirk. “Look what we’ve done to her, poor thing.” He then focused his gaze on you. He didn’t even have to ask, you merely nodded. He grinned, his hand on your leg slowly crept up until he reached the top hem of your knickers and started pulling them down, grazing your skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your calf once they were past it. Sirius, who at any other moment might have been looking straight at your juicy cunt, had been – exactly like you – absolutely enthralled by Remus’ movements. 

Sharp jaw, eyes focused, slow. As if there was no rush, as if you weren’t pulsating for his hand just a few inches away. Once they were off, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed, groaning as he exhaled. “I knew you’d smell delightful but fuck, Little Witch.” 

“And she tastes even better,” Sirius said from behind you, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a smirk. 

“Bet,” Remus said as he threw the knickers at Sirius, who caught them with one hand, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin. Remus then traced a path with both of his hands – from the arches of your feet to the middle of your thighs, and then he allowed them to sneak in between them, gently spreading you open for him. You shuddered, your hips snapping up just a little in response. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you, spread for him for the first time. “Ravishing” he whispered to himself, his awestruck stare causing Sirius to finally tear his gaze from Remus and look at you. 

“Fuck,”  he whispered, his hands gently tensing around your arms as he forced himself not to buck his hips against your back another time. You’d fucked, and he’d touched you there, but in neither of those moments had he had the opportunity to admire you in the way he was admiring you now. How juicy you looked, the memory of how you felt around him, – how tight you’d been – it made his mouth water and his dick press against your back in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. Not to mention he had twice as many reasons to cum this time around. Remus was sitting on the bed half-naked, his muscles flexing as his stunning hands – he finally got what you meant by that – were teasing you mercilessly. 

“Remus please,” you pretty much whined, his thumbs had been gently brushing your inner thigh, close enough to your core that you could feel their warmth, but still not touching you. 

“You were the curious one, Luv,” he said with a smirk. You were about to protest, but Remus placed his thumb on your slit again, and the relief it gave you was enough to get you crooning. His movements, deep within your folds, were lenient, merciful, moving softly from the very bottom to the top of your slit, making sure to gather your juices as he found his way back up to your clit. Teasing the bud once, and then starting to make gentle circles that had you pushing yourself against him. The rest of his hand was gently pressing into your mound, bringing a layer of warmth and pressure against your stubbornly rocking hips.

Your soft sighs and whimpers had slowly turned into moans, stifled by your teeth that sharply sunk into your bottom lip. “It’s okay, Étoile, we want to hear the sounds you make,” Sirius said as he cupped your chin with his hands and pressed his thumb against your lips, which gave you a chance to tease him that you wouldn’t pass up, no matter how mindless Remus’ fingers were making you. You took his hand in yours and gently pushed his finger into your mouth – he’d done it to you once, licking off your juices right in front of your face and groaning – this time, it was your turn. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around his finger and moaning dissolutely as you gently allowed his finger to leave your mouth again, causing Sirius to groan. 

“And I– ahhh – I want to hear yours as well,” you retorted breathily. “Fuck Rem, you really meant it when you–” 

A stifled breath stopped you from talking as Remus turned his wrist around and pressed one of his knuckles against your entrance, softly moving it up and down teasingly. He searched for your eyes, a quick movement, just to make sure he wasn’t doing something you wouldn’t like before uncurling his finger and gently teasing again. He was almost dreadfully slow as he finally allowed the tip of his finger inside you. He looked for your eyes again. Sirius smiled as he saw you nodding, almost too eagerly. He wouldn’t have been as patient as Remus had been, perhaps he would have already eaten you out by now, but it seemed like his slow peace was completely undoing you, and he loved your bleary gaze, fighting to get a sense of yourself as you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

Perhaps he could aid as well, “Étoile, may I take this off?” he asked as he grabbed the strap of your bra. 

“Mhm,” you retorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Can’t be the only one enjoying myself, can I?” 

“Oh, we’re enjoying ourselves plenty,” Sirius retorted, eyeing Remus’ hand, his finger still teasing your entrance, “I’d like to help Rem, though.” 

As Sirius sneaked his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, Remus’ finger found its way inside you. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Remus said as he looked at Sirius in disbelief. 

“Yeah, and you haven’t even felt when she–” Remus groaned “–Does the clenching thing,” Sirius said with a smirk, turning his eyes from Remus to go back to his previous task, bringing his hands from behind you to the front and pulling the bra off as gently as Remus had taken your knickers off.

Remus stared, enthralled at the sight in front of him, his finger inside you unmoving while his thumb continued the same steady rhythm as before. You were almost completely bare, your flimsy skirt – ridden halfway up your belly – the only piece of clothing left, and both boys seemed keenly aware of it. 

Sirius brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, wetting them before lowering them back into your skin, allowing them to fall on the side of your breast, and then tracing a sloppy path towards your nipples the air and the wetness from his fingers causing them to perk even before he’d touched them. 

He smiled, his breath hitting the crown of your head as he circled them around your hardened nipple, softly before pinching; you moaned and he smiled, he too could pull those wonderful sounds from you. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve seen, Moons?” 

“Both of you are,” Remus retorted, as he managed to tear his gaze from your breasts to look at Sirius, his curls framing his face delicately, bright eyes lost on you. The moon and the stars would be jealous of how stunning you looked. But the universe would be proud. Proud that its stardust had created beauty that rivalled itself, both in nature and in men. 

Remus’ finger inside you started to move, not quite in and out, but rather in a curling motion, exploring every inch of you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for more, which had him gently pull it out and then allowing it back in; you were so wet at this point that you were sure there would be a puddle in the sheets after you moved. 

While Remus continued exploring, his pace becoming slightly faster now, Sirius’ fingers on your breasts were working you up almost as much, not just because he was touching them, but rather because of how he was touching them, teasing them with slow, lewd movements that felt like pure debauchery. And then there was the scenery, whichever way you looked, you could spot one of your boys, either Sirius’ lecherous lips and long dark eyelashes or Remus’ thick muscles and piercing golden eyes, pupils blown as he looked at his hand, his finger disappearing inside you just as enthralling as Sirius’ soft hands toying with your top half. 

Remus carefully teased your entrance with another finger, making sure it was just as wet with your juices before he started to press into you. you felt the stretch, letting out a soft “Aaaah,” in the process. 

“Hurts?” He asked when he noticed the way your eyes closed shut. 

“No,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop!” 

Remus’ worried expression turned into a satisfied smirk, and he continued pressing his fingers inside you, letting out a few curses as he felt the pressure of your tight walls surrounding him; he couldn’t help but imagine how mind numbing you’d feel around his cock, the animal part of him wanted to pull his fingers away and replace them with it, a maddening need to just feel you... so close that he wouldn’t even be able to think of anything else. But Remus, the ever-sensible man he was, knew there was no way in hell he could do that without causing you pain, certainly not with how tight you felt around his fingers. 

Instead, he decided to focus on you and on Sirius’ tiny little whines as you moved your hips against him. He was careful and ever so gentle as he moved his fingers in and out of you, opening them little by little, stretching you out ever so slightly. 

“More pressure,” Sirius whispered, “your thumb, you can add more pressure.” 

Remus turned to him, cheeks flushed and an eyebrow raised. 

“Trust me,” Sirius said with a small smirk, gently cupping your breast in one of his hands, allowing his middle and index fingers to pinch your nipple, and gently massaging the bottom with his thumb, causing you to clench around Remus’ fingers who, for a whole second, thought he was going to cum. He sucked in a breath and then did as told, tentatively pressing a little harder, your hips bucked against him almost instantly.

He bit his lip and continued to rub your clit with the newfound pressure, and your hips started bucking against his expert fingers desperately, his hand on your thigh travelling to your hip to gently push you down. “Fuck, Rem, I think I might–” he flicked his fingers inside you just right, and you couldn’t even finish speaking; your eyes shut, your lips bitten, and a high pitched moan poured from your mouth, reverbrating through the room enough to make you feel conscious – at least if you’d had any wits to care at that precise moments. Your stomach tightened and your hips spasmed until you saw stars, your head spinning as you tried to catch your breath. 

“How was that, Starshine?” asked Sirius with a soft and slightly smug smile while gently pulling some of the sweat-stuck hair out of your face, and blowing some air into your hot cheeks.

“He wasn’t joking,” you managed to respond, voice airy as you gathered your breath, a pleasant smile on your face. “When he said he was good.” 

Remus’ thumb started to slow down, his fingers moving much slower as he pulled them out, he didn’t want to overstimulate you. When his fingers were out, he rested his hand on the side of your hip, fingers pressing gently on your skin as he looked at you. You looked absolutely stunning in your current state, and he felt both in awe and pleased that he had made it happen. His loving gaze eventually travelled from you towards Sirius, and when their eyes locked, the mischievous shine in Sirius’ pale blue irises was enough to tell – he was up to something. 

You were still floating when Sirius’ hand crawled from your breast towards Remus’, fingers gently brushing over each other as one encapsulated the other. You smiled at the sweet gesture, but Sirius had something else in mind: he slid his hand again, fingers brushing on Remus’ palm before he pulled it up towards himself. Moony’s fingers were still wet with your slick as Sirius pulled them towards his mouth and sucked. 

Remus was bunching the bedsheets in his free hand as Sirius savoured you off of him, purposefully sucking just a little longer like you had done with his finger earlier. When Sirius pulled the two fingers out and sucked on his thumb, Remus couldn’t hold it any longer, he pushed himself towards Sirius, pulling out his thumb and leaving a wet trail on his lover’s sharp jawline only to replace it with his lips. 

Both boys groaned as they kissed, Sirius’ hand nudging your shoulder softly helped you move up a little, so you wouldn’t be crushed by either, which had you end up in between the two of them, your ass pressed to Sirius’ left leg and Remus’ naked torso pressed onto your bare chest. 

You smiled, looking at the two of them kissing each other so fervently, and leaned your head towards Remus, pressing a trail of soft and wet kisses from his jawline to his shoulder. Your kisses were soft and rather lazy at first, since you were still recovering from your high, but soon enough they turned hungry again, matching the energy of their kiss. 

Remus’ hand ended up under Sirius’ shirt as they kissed, creeping up his chest with a tentative softness as if he was still scared the boy would reject his advances. To his relief, Sirius not only didn’t reject them, but he relished in his warm touch, groaning into the kiss when Remus’ fingers brushed the side of his ribs. 

Sirius tried to unbutton his shirt with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist but couldn’t get the buttons out. “Need help with that?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to help?” Sirius retorted as Remus pulled back just a little, adjusting his weight to his legs instead of his hands so he could remove it, but Sirius, who was more focused on the kiss, pulled him by the arm again and Remus ended up falling on top of the three of you with a rather ungraceful thump. 

“Aaaaaah,” Sirius complained. “Luv, your leg.”  

“Mine?” You and Remus asked at the same time, both moving your legs however you could. 

“Vixen’s,” he said, “it’s crushing my bollocks!.” 

“Shit sorry,” you said. Remus pushed himself off of you by leaning his hand on the side of the bed and you managed to move your leg to the other side, back still pressed to Sirius. “Is little Sirius okay?” you asked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Little Si–” Remus started, and broke into a laugh. 

“What?” you asked with a smile, knowing he was making fun of the way you’d said it. 

“Nothing, it’s just–” he laughed again. You started laughing, and Sirius followed shortly. Remus had let his head fall on your shoulder as he laughed, and Sirius’ head was leaning against it, enjoying the scent of Moony’s hair as he laughed, the three of you completely tangled in each other. 

“Do you think we’ll get better at this?” Sirius asked in between laughs. 

“Better? I’m already having a blast,” you replied. 

“That’s because your nuts weren’t being strangled.” 

“Such a drama queen,” you retorted, and Sirius pouted. Remus turned his head to look at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards just a little bit. Your eyes locked on his, “What is it?” you asked, biting off a playful smile. “That’s your ‘I’ve got an idea’ face.” 

 Remus’ smile widened, “Nothing, I mean, I was just thinking–” he breathed “– how about we give him a reason to take back those words?”

Your smile matched his in an instant, what a brilliant idea. 

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A/N: Happy Valentines! Thought sharing a bit of the love in GC matches the month and the day so I held this chapter for today instead of posting on Wednesday. Hope you had fun, and expect more spice next chap. Love, Lils

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