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You’re roused by someone kneeling between your legs. His long cock, slick with his own spit, prods at your entrance. Slowly sinking into your warm and welcoming hole.

A low whine stirs in your throat, and you’re not quite awake enough yet to open your eyes. You’re disoriented, lost in a dream-drunk haze, making it ever so hard to make sense of the warm sensation between your legs. All you know is that it’s divine.

“Shh, darling,” he whispers, pressing sweet, soothing kisses to your lips. He stills his hips, allowing you a moment to adjust both to his size and the morning light.

“Rem,” you moan, recognizing him by the feeling of his lips on yours, and how deeply his cock spears you. Your voice is hoarse with sleep, which he finds adorable, his heart swelling with affection.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Remus’s warm brown irises and even warmer smile. Messy strands of his mousy hair fall over his forehead as he leans over you, half concealing the faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

“G’morning,” he murmurs, beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Heat rushes to your core, and you start to breathe in pants as the delicious grind of his hard cock against your gummy walls fully drags you out from your slumber.

Remus supports his weight with his forearm pressed into the mattress by your head, his hand lovingly cradling your face. His other arm snakes beneath you. With his palm flat against your lower back, he presses your naked body firmly into his. Your arms wrap around his middle, too, your nails lightly scratching at his skin.

Remus grunts, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusts. He drops his head to your shoulder to nip at your collarbone. Over his head, you see James watching from the bathroom doorway as he brushes his teeth. When his hazel eyes meet yours, he winks. Shortly after, he disappears into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Later, Remus finishes inside you as your walls clench around him, pulsing from your first—and definitely not your last—release of the day.

Remus cradles you against his chest, whispering sweet praise and inviting you to go back to sleep. But he’s woken you up now, and you can hear the shower running. The warm water calls to you, so you leave Remus with a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Jamie?” you murmur as you stumble into the steamy bathroom. He’s already on you by the time the first syllable slips past your lips, tugging you by the wrist under the spray of the shower with him.

“Hi, love,” he says, grinning. He hugs you tightly from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. You lean your head back to look at him, and he plants a minty kiss on your lips. “Moony didn’t wake you too early, did he?”

“No, ‘m fine,” you sigh, content. The warm water feels wonderful on your skin, and so do James’s hands as they skate across it, tracing arbitrary patterns.

“I bet you are,” James hums teasingly. One of his hands slowly drifts south. You gasp as his fingers part your folds. Remus’s cum is still warm inside of you, and James groans as he spreads it around, his fingers brushing over your clit with every pass.

Whiny, helpless little noises slip past your lips as James teases you. You’re still sensitive from when Remus fucked you mere minutes ago, which James considers, but ultimately it only makes him want you more.

He spins you around to face him, and he walks you back until your skin comes into contact with the shower tiles. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth because the smooth tiles are unexpectedly cold, but James quickly distracts you from it.

He hikes one of your legs around his hip and continues playing with your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, eyes raking over your bare body, mesmerized. Water droplets glisten on your skin as he watches the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

He guides his cock between your folds, circling the head around the sensitive bud before burying himself in your sweet pussy. You moan his name as he begins pounding into you, and you’re glad Remus had you first. Remus is long, but James is thicker, and having him first made it easier for your walls to accommodate James’s girth now, especially with how ruthless James is in his movements.

James has you in the shower until the water runs cold, your fingers have shriveled up like raisins, and the noises you make are nothing but whiny babbles. He has a hand pressed against your pelvis, and his thumb is rubbing tight circles on your clit. It’s already made you cum for him once, and he’s yet to stop. It’s a little overwhelming, enough to make your legs shake.

You bury your hands in his wet mop of hair as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking greedily. The combined sensations draw out another orgasm from you.

“Gonna fill you up, love,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he nears his own release.

A broken “please” falls from your lips, and with one final, powerful thrust, his hips stall, and you feel his warm release coat your inner walls.

“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “So good.”

He helps you clean up under the water afterward. It’s slightly uncomfortable since it’s no longer warm, which is why he works quickly, but gently, so that he can wrap you in a fluffy towel and warm you back up with fast strokes of his hands over your goosebump riddled arms.

James continues to take care of you. Applying your morning skincare while you sit on the sink, styling your hair while shooting you occasional warm smiles in the mirror, and even dressing you. He picks out a flowy little dress for you to wear, and that’s it. Wearing short dresses around your home, with nothing underneath, is something you’ve grown accustomed to. It stirs up a certain warmth in your tummy, and your boys love it. Easy access, and all that.

“Beautiful,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leading you to the kitchen. He sits you down on one of the stools while he starts preparing breakfast for the four of you. Remus is in the kitchen too, brewing James’s coffee and putting a kettle on for himself.

You squeal when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around your waist. Sirius tucks his face into the crook of your neck, attacking you with kisses.

“Good morning, baby,” Sirius says, his voice muffled by your neck.

You giggle, the vibrations from his words against your skin tickling you.

Sirius lifts you from your stool, planting your feet flat on the ground next to it. His hands roam your body, running up and down your sides, massaging your shoulders a bit, sharply smacking your ass.

Your yelp prompts James to cast him a sideways glance. “Careful with her, Pads. She’s had quite the morning already.”

“Yeah. I heard,” Sirius smirks, and a heat to rushes to your cheeks. You’re sure overhearing Remus and James have their ways with you is what has Sirius so worked up—a little jealous, probably—as he pushes your dress up and over your hips. “Bend over for me, sweetheart,” he instructs, and you do as he says. Bracing yourself over the counter.

Remus keeps his eyes on you the entire time Sirius fucks you, casually sipping his morning tea as if he’s not rock hard in his trousers. You try your best to hold that eye contact, even with your cheek smooshed against the granite by Sirius’s hand in your hair.

Sirius angles his hips so that the thick head of his cock bumps into that sensitive, spongy spot with every thrust. Your legs shake violently, and if it weren’t for the counter and Sirius’s bruising hold on your hips, you’re not sure you’d still be standing.

An arm circles your waist. Sirius’s fingers dip between your folds, and you cry out in pleasure as he circles your clit.

“Gonna cum for me?” Sirius asks in that heady voice that makes you feel dizzy.

James is finished cooking breakfast by then. He passes by with plates of food, placing them on the wooden table in the corner of the room. On his way back, he stops at your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. When he straightens back out, Sirius grabs him by his shirt and tugs him into a sloppy kiss. James threads his fingers through Sirius’s dark hair, pulling on it sharply. Sirius promptly cums inside of you, and your orgasm follows shortly after.

James has a smug little smirk on his lips as he finishes setting the table, but Sirius is only focused on watching his cum leak down your thighs.

With two fingers, he collects the creamy liquid and stuffs it back in your poor, overused hole.

A broken whine parts your lips, and Remus, still watching, frowns. Sirius’s fingers brush across your oversensitive clit, and your whole body shudders violently.

Sirius chuckles, but Remus takes pity on you.

“Enough teasing her,” he says, putting down his mug.

“She’s still eager for it, the way she’s squeezing my fingers,” Sirius responds, pumping them inside you again.

Remus sighs. “Come here, lovely,” he says in a gentle command, opening his arms.

Sirius is quick to let you go, knowing it’s a command for him as much as it is for you. You melt into Remus’s embrace, his long arms enveloping you in his warmth.

Remus presses his lips to the crown of your head. “That true?” he murmurs. “Still want more after we’ve all fucked you?”

You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. A low chuckle rumbles through him.

Remus guides you to the table to enjoy the delicious breakfast James made for everyone, and to sit you down on his cock, hard still from watching you take Sirius’s.

As you sit pretty on Remus’s length, your boys dote on you. Remus rubs any tension from your shoulders, peppering little kisses on the back of your neck as he does. Sirius whispers sweet nothings to you as he massages your scalp. The sensation is so delightful, you have to fight your eyes from rolling back so you can focus on the breakfast James feeds you. And the syrupy kisses he gives you between bites of pancake.

It’s pure bliss, and whether or not you’ve always been a morning person, you sure are now.

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Remus was never shy around his friends, but he wasn’t decent, either. He didn’t understand what the big deal was about fucking you when they were around. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he didn’t care if James or Sirius heard you, as long as they didn’t look.

He started touching you when they were around, causing you to blush and push him off of you.

“Relax, Y/N, they don’t care,” he said.

“I care,” you retorted, “you aren’t gonna rub me off in front of everyone in this dorm room.”

“Why not?” he pouted, continuing his actions no matter what. It felt too good to stop him, and besides, what did you have to be ashamed of? You always spoke of sex positivity, and it isn’t anything the other boys haven’t heard before.

When Sirius and James started to hear your whimpers, they looked over at you from their beds, and Remus glared at them.

“What the fuck are you two looking at?” he asked, slowly inserting a finger into your hole.

“Fuck do you mean?” James asked, “you’re fucking her in front of us.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re allowed to see her like this,” Remus replied, and that was enough to make it clear to the boys that they were not to look at you when they heard Remus work you up.

But there you were, spread eagle on the couch, Remus’s tongue inside of you while his thumb circled and flicked at your bud.

You couldn’t stop the moans that poured out of your lips, your hands pulling at Remus’ hair, causing him to moan into your hole.

“Shit, Rem,” you sighed out, whines and whimpers filling up the room.

Sirius was sat across from you, trying his hardest to keep his attention on the books in his lap.

You let out a particularly filthy moan, and Sirius couldn’t help but sneak a peek. You threw your head back, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He thought you looked so pretty.

Remus had his back turned to Sirius since he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, so Sirius saw no issue in keeping his gaze on you.

Remus ate you like a man starved, gripping your thighs to keep them open as you pushed his head closer to your cunt.

Your moans were growling louder, and you were completely unashamed of it. “Rem!” you squealed as the feeling grew and grew.

You tilted your head down to watch Remus eat you, and your eyes caught Sirius’ on the way down. He was looking straight at you. You thought about maybe signaling to Remus, but you honestly didn’t care. “Don’t look” was Remus’ rule, not yours, and besides, Sirius was hot.

You whined as you stared Sirius, Remus’s fingers moving faster and faster as you began to clench around his tongue. Your high hit you like a train, and you fought to keep your eyes open and trained on Sirius.

Sirius shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable in his pants, as he watched you come and then come down from your high. Your breathing started to still and Remus looked up at you, noticing you staring forward. He whipped his head around, making direct eye contact with Sirius.

“Sirius!” he screamed.

Remus stroked himself lazily with a cruel smirk on his face as he watched Sirius become desperate, a whimper nearly falling from the long-haired boy's lips as he readjusted his bruising grip on your waist and pounded into you with renewed vigour. 

“How’re you doing there, dove?” Remus asked lowly, fighting back a chuckle at Sirius’ broken laugh turned cry when he couldn’t even manage to get attention from Remus right now.

You looked over as though you were surprised that you had company at all. 

“Not too bad,” you replied evenly, “almost done the chapter, actually.” 

You held the novel up as if to prove your point, paying no mind to the fact that your current seat was Sirius’ lap as he thrusted up into you. 

“Yeah?” Remus continued, vowels stretched and consonants breathy as he thumbed a bead of precum from the tip of his cock before spreading it over the rest of his shaft. “How’re you enjoying it?”

You made a displeased so-so sound as you tilted your head back and forth, causing Sirius’ brows to furrow as he let out a pained whimper. 

“I expected more, honestly.” You offered flippantly. “Found myself nearly bored; it could hardly keep my attention.” 

Sirius nearly wailed before he pulled you roughly down onto his cock, holding you there in a way that had even Remus’ balls tightening at how impossibly deep his boyfriend was currently inside of you. But he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of Sirius, not when you so expertly recovered from what Remus was sure was about to be a moan of pleasure that you turned into a disappointed sigh. 

Remus quickened the strokes on his own cock as Sirius returned to a steady rhythm from beneath you; he didn’t know how you could manage to continue ‘reading’ without getting motion sickness at the constant up and down, but he figured you had your motives. 

Your skirt was bunched up around your waist, crumpled between Sirius’ tight fists in the bruising grip he had on your sides as he worked you over his cock, drops of sweat trailing down his jaw that caused the hairs that had fallen loose early on in his desperation for your attention to stick to his face; black tendrils of hair plastered in high contrast to his alabaster skin that was taking on a beautiful pinkish hue. 

Remus pitied him.

“Awe dovey, come on. Is he not being a good boy for you?” He cooed near pathetically.

Your brows furrowed. “Who?”

Sirius let out a choked sound as his head fell back in agony. 

A similar sound nearly fell from Remus’ own lips as the sound produced another bead of precum, further slicking up his throbbing cock. 

“You’re making him feel so good, babydove. Isn’t she Sirius?” Remus narrated, earning him eager and enthusiastic head nods from your boyfriend who you still weren’t paying any mind. 

You merely smiled over at Remus as you chewed none too innocently on your bottom lip.

“You’re really not gonna acknowledge him?” He chuckled. 

You made a sound as though you were thinking about it causing Sirius to nearly pant like a fucking dog.

“Maybe next time.”

Sirius made a broken sound as his movements stuttered, managing two more quick pumps up into you before he was cumming with a cry.

He caught his breath by resting his forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, and you allowed him the respite. 

Remus didn’t.

You were positioned on the cushion of the sofa between Barty’s thighs with his arms wrapped around you and his hands weaselled under your shirt and tucked under your breasts.

What?

It was for warmth; he has terrible circulation, you know.

“We always sit like this.” You replied.

Evan scoffed. “You always sit like you’re one sneeze away from having his dick slip inside of you?”

“Okay, you know what?” Barty said, slipping his hands out from your shirt and patting your thighs to say ‘get up’, and standing up behind you. “I didn’t come here to be spoken to like this, least of all by someone who has his head shoved so far up his arse that he could check for tonsillitis.”

Evan shut his book he’d been pretending to read up until that point causing Barty to screech and shout at you to ‘save yourself’ as the two of you took off in the direction of his dorm room. 

You were laughing and breathless by the time you made it into Barty’s room and he shut the door behind you, casting a locking charm for good measure should Evan come looking for retribution for the slander.

“Honestly, I think they’re just jealous.” You said breathlessly.

Barty nodded as he sucked in a few deep breaths himself. “I mean, it’s kind of sad he’s never had a best friend that he felt so comfortable with, you know?”

“Exactly!” 

“And I don’t know why everyone has to make it so sexual. Do you have great tits? Sure. But that’s not why I put my hands on them!”

“Of course.” You agreed readily. “And I mean, are we two of the hottest people to walk these fucking halls? Of course we are -”

“Absolutely.”

“- but that doesn’t mean we’re shagging!”

“Right!” Barty said with finality as he finally sat down on the chair at his desk. “I don’t know why they have to make everything so weird.”

“Me either.” You groaned as you fell backwards onto Barty’s bed and stared up at the green velvet bed curtains draped over the four poster bed. “They’re probably just jealous.” You repeated. “I mean, we would make a really hot couple; I’d want to be with us too.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.” Barty agreed quickly. “And if we were having sex, they’d bloody know it. It would be hot.”

“Gods, it really would be, wouldn't it?”

“Without a doubt; I’m great in bed, and you’re great at everything.” Barty said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You know what.” You said as you sat up to face Barty. “It would be hot. Great sex comes from trust-”

“Check.”

“- communication,”

“Check.”

“Familiarity,”

“Duh.”

“Confidence.”

“Obviously.”

“We’d be sodding lucky to be shagging each other!” You proclaimed.

“I agree!” He responded. 

You both stared at each other; breathing slightly laboured having gotten yourselves so worked up pleading your cases (to no one, seeing as you were both clearly on the same page).

“Huh.” Barty said finally, giving your body a once over. “You know, maybe it is weird we haven’t fucked before.”

“Yeah.”

Your eyes met his green ones that held an intensity you’d not seen from him before.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna fuck?”

“Yeah.”

And like a flip had been switched, the two of you were launching yourselves at each other. 

No time was spent savouring touches or testing waters. It was all teeth clashing, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, and tearing each other’s clothes off.

It felt somehow both forbidden and oh so right.

You’d truly never thought about Barty like this; you really were just that comfortable with one another.

But as you pulled his shirt over his head and started fussing with his belt, a fire roared to life inside you screaming we should have been doing this the whole bloody time. 

You nearly tripped over the waistband of your trousers as Barty backed the two of you towards his bed where he sat on the edge.

You broke apart for air as he moved his sinful mouth down the expanse of your torso and took to marking up your breasts.

“Salazar they’re even better like this.” He murmured to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth whilst he pinched the other.

You ran your finger through his hair, an action you'd done many times before, but never like this.

You pulled at it roughly and brought his lips back to yours as you pushed him to lay back on his bed so you could straddle him.

“Merlin, Y/N. No foreplay?” He chuckled breathlessly as you gave his cock a few strokes and whispered a lubrication charm.

“Next time.” You sighed as you lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto his cock, causing the two of you to moan in unison.

“Next time, huh?” Barty teased as he smoothed his hands up and down your sides, allowing the two of you to adjust to the feeling of one another before you experimentally rolled your hips.

“What? Don’t you want to fuck me, Junior?” You taunted right back.

Barty thrusted his hips up roughly into yours, causing you to cry out and place your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think it’s very obvious I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” You whispered, bringing your mouth back to his and biting gently on his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

You breathed a laugh out through your nose before you bit down harder.

“Then fuck me.”

And before you could tell which way was up, Barty had flipped the two of you over so he now hovered over top of you and had his hand wrapped around your neck.

“You want to be fucked, doll?” He groaned as he hooked one of your legs around his hip allowing himself that much deeper in you.

If there was one thing you could thank the fucked up breeding habits of Purebloods for, it was apparently the size of their cocks. 

“You want me to ruin you?” He continued as he added more pressure to your throat, still grinding into your now sopping cunt. “Make sure no other wizard is ever good enough for you?”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire; the feeling when you’re sitting on the poolside in the sun after a swim; the beads of water only make the sun’s rays feel that much warmer against your skin.

“Oi.” He demanded, giving your cheek a chastising tap. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked more seriously this time.

His beautiful green eyes were nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils as he continued moving in and out of you with what you realised now was a very controlled pace. But you were eager to see where he’d go from here.

“I’ll be good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.” He ordered.

“I’ll be good.”

“What was that?”

“I’ll be good, Barty.” You whined, pulling at his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Who are you going to be good for?”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed in agreement as he hiked up your other leg and wrapped it around his hip.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll be good for you! Promise. I’ll be so good for you, please.”

Barty chuckled and let out a taunting cooing sound as he fell to his elbows and brought his face to yours.

“There’s no need to beg, sweets.”

And just like that, he was pulling away from you again.

Suddenly, his hands were on your hips and he lifted them into the air, holding them there as he began slamming into you. 

“Gonna be so fucking good for me, aren’t you angel?” He grunted.

You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding into you; adjusting his angle every few thrusts in search of something.

“I bet you’re a fucking screamer, huh? You always got so much to say babygirl; don’t go quiet on me now.”

His fingers dug further into the fat of your hips as he adjusted his grip on you, causing you to let out an embarrassing keening sound.

Apparently that was close, but not quite what Barty had been looking for.

“Close. How about we try…”

And he pulled out of you completely before landing a hard smack against your pussy, forcing a surprised scream to tear from your throat. 

“There’s the pretty sounds I was looking for.” He celebrated, rubbing placating circles on your clit before repositioning himself and sinking back into you. “Think you can keep that up for me, Princess?”

“Yes!” You cried quickly, grabbing helplessly at the bedding as he once again lifted your hips up into the air, finding that sweet spot inside you that he’d been in search of before his interruption.

He knew he found his mark when you let out another strangled sob.

“Alright pretty girl, there we go, huh? Does that feel good?”

You were babbling affirmatives nonsensically as he groaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him; yesses and pleases spilling from your lips.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Please Barty.” You cried, reaching a hand up to his wrist.

He let your hips fall to the bed as he brought one thumb to your clit and his other hand took yours in his.

“What is it, princess? Hm?”

“Please.” You whined, and it sounded pathetic even in your own ears in your current state.

But Barty only tsked and pulled two of your fingers into his mouth which he began to suck.

You could feel the tension building in your core as he quickened his pace with his thumb and his hips before letting your fingers go with a pop.

“I’ll take care of your princess, you know that. When have I ever let you down?”

Never.

“Never.”

He smiled triumphantly down at you; and though his mouth was cocky, his eyes were sincere. 

“Exactly. I’m not about to start now, yeah?”

And suddenly his thumb was gone from your clit, your ankles were thrown over his shoulders and he was leaning his weight against the backs of your thighs as he began thrusting into you with an air of desperation.

“Atta girl; so good, huh? S’good.” He grunted as his thrusts became somewhat sloppy. “S’fuckin’ good for me. Perfect for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted with each thrust of his hips. “Please, oh gods, please, please Barty.”

“I know, I know.” He grunted, clearly as close to teetering over some sort of edge as you were. “I know, I feel it. You’re alright, yeah? Go on, sweets; I’ve got you.”

And his hands were holding onto your thighs for dear life and he was kissing at your knee like even that silly little part of you was something worthy of worship, and he did have you and he never let you down and he wasn’t going to start now and you saw stars as you finally fell over the edge.

The room fell quiet as Barty locked his lips on yours, and you realised you’d been screaming. 

His hips stuttered as he thrust into you once, twice, three times more before he followed you over the edge; letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he fell to his elbows on top of you and the two of you fought to catch your breath.

In complete contrast to the Barty who was only moments ago pounding mercilessly into you, he started placing, slow, lingering, gentle kisses over your face as his thumbs rubbed idly at your temples.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids, your forehead, your ear.

You knew Barty could have a soft side, but you never imagined it so tender.

“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He whispered, breaking you out of the serene moment and surprising a bark of laughter from you, which caused both of you to groan in discomfort before Barty slowly pulled out of you. 

“Stay here, princess.” He instructed as he walked away from the bed and returned a few moments later with a warm cloth and one of his (read: your favourite of his) t-shirts.

You watched him carefully as he cleaned you up - and once again, what probably should have felt awkward or embarrassing felt nothing but natural as he doted on you. 

“Can you sit up?” He asked; not one hint of condescension in his tone as he held the neckhole of his shirt open for you to slip your head into.

As it poked through, he pressed a kiss to your lips before helping to thread your arms in.

“Is it safe to assume we’ll be doing that again?” You asked with a smirk, causing him to scoff dramatically. 

“We’ll be doing that the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it.”

After a shower and a change into comfies, the two of you returned to the common room, and though Dorcas was long gone, Evan could be found where the two of you had left him, now in the company of Regulus. 

“Well boys.” Barty sang dramatically as he swung his legs over the back of the sofa and landed on the seat with a bounce. “We just fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant goading as you sat beside him.

“Yeah? And I had potions today; so what?” Regulus muttered without looking up from his novel.

“What do you mean so what? This was the first time!” Barty argued.

“This is new.” You insisted severely.

“You know, I always knew Barty was a liar; but I expected better from you, Y/N.”

Your mouth dropped open as Regulus and Evan stood up and walked away from the seating area.

“You know he’s just being silly, right? He does it partly as a weird way to compliment me, and partly in an attempt to get under Regulus’ skin.” You explained as you got ready for bed that evening; the conversation from the pub trivia night still replaying in Remus’ mind (and apparently across his face). 

And Remus was ashamed that the thought that Barty hadn’t meant it disappointed him a little bit.

It actually disappointed him a lot; to the point he had to bring it up with Regulus a few days later whilst you were spending the night at Lily’s with the girls.

“Hey, can I run something by you?” Remus asked as casually as he could manage as he and Regulus tidied the kitchen and washed the dishes.

“Oh thank Merlin.” Regulus sighed in relief. “Are you finally going to tell me what has had you so fidgety lately?” 

“I’ve not been fidgety.” Remus denied emphatically, causing Regulus to scoff derisively. 

“Have so; why do you think amour was so quick to accept an invitation to sleep at the Potters’ tonight?”

“....Because she wanted to have a few drinks and not worry about getting back home?” Remus tried.

“She hates sleeping at friends’, Remus.” Regulus admonished, flicking him with a tea towel. “She was tired of you radiating tension in your sleep.”

“I’m not tense.” Remus muttered petulantly.

“Can you just tell me what you were going to say before this gods awful conversation started?”

Right.

“Right.” Remus started as he took a few moments to consider to approach this conversation. 

Unfortunately, patience wasn’t Regulus’ strong-suit. “Remus Lupin I swear to-”

“Has dovey really slept with Junior and Rosier before?” Remus finally blurted, feeling his cheeks heat likely quite visibly as Regulus fell silent. 

“Oh…” Regulus started as he cleared his throat and carried on in his cleaning. “Yes, but you don’t have to worry about that, Rem; you know she’d never do that to us?”

“No, I know; that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Why are you asking, then?” Regulus asked cautiously. 

Remus fought against the urge to raise his shoulder to his ears. “I don’t know… the more I thought of it, the… hotter it kind of sounded… you know? Thinking about her and them. I don’t know, is that weird? That is weird, isn’t it? Fuck, I’m disgusting.”

Regulus simply laughed at him. “No, it’s not weird; I’ve watched before.”

The sound of glass shattering in the sink in front of Remus echoed through their kitchen as Remus stared at Regulus in shock.

“You’ve watched Evan and Barty fuck her?”

Regulus nodded with a shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah? It’s fucking hot. If you think Barty treasures her platonically, you should see how he worships her sexually.”

And ‘see’ Remus wanted very much. 

When Regulus admitted he wouldn’t mind if Remus asked you how you’d feel about fucking Evan and Barty again, Remus made a plan to broach the subject. 

“So, you had fun at Lily’s?” Remus asked with an air of casualty that he absolutely did not feel. 

You chuckled and furrowed your brows at him. “Yes, Remmy. I told you that already, yeah?”

Remus grimaced slightly but soldiered forward. “What’d you girls get up to?”

You smiled lovingly (and knowingly; clearly willing to ignore the fact that there was very much something on the tip of Remus’ tongue that he wasn’t quite ready to spit out) at him as you relented to his attempts at small-talk. 

“Mary and Lily taught us how to play some muggle board games. We played a game called Sorry where the object of the game is not to be very sorry at all, and then another game that Marlene grew quite violent during; Dorcas said it had her reconsidering their engagement, I think it was called Mono-”

“Remus has something he wants to ask you.” Regulus blurted; rudely interrupting what Remus felt was going to be a rather interesting conversation regarding…the muggle board game Monopoly. 

Remus wanted to smack Regulus both for outing him and then for the way you deflated a little as you breathed out and turned to look at Remus worriedly. 

“Is everything okay, Moons?” You asked quietly, timidly, concernedly. Remus felt like he was going to be sick.

“Of course, dovey. Of course; you’re perfect.”

“Then what’s the matter?” You continued, clearly not buying it. 

“Nothing’s the matter, love; honest, it really-”

“It’s about Barty.” Regulus interrupted again.

“Okay, you really need to stop that.” Remus barked at his boyfriend.

“Barty? What about him?” You asked seriously, brows furrowing further when Remus nervously chewed on his bottom lip. “Is this about his jokes about us sleeping together? Because that was ages ago and it’s just a joke; I’ll talk to him though and tell him to stop, I’m sorry if he’s made you uncomfortable-”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” Remus interrupted you this time. “I…well, I was…sort of into it?”

The only sound in your shared flat was the soft tapping of your cat’s nails as she walked down the hall alerting Remus to the fact that you ought to trim them soon. 

“What?” You finally whispered, restarting Remus’ heart that he was sure had failed him just then. 

“I just-” he started awkwardly, looking towards Regulus for moral support as he struggled through this conversation. “I guess I wouldn’t be…totally against the idea?”

“Of me fucking Barty and Evan?” You asked in monotone.

“I told him how hot it was.” Regulus offered. “When I used to watch you guys; we always had fun.”

“Yeah…” You offered, not sounding totally sold on the idea.

“I’m not saying we have to do anything dove.” Remus assured you. “I just…wanted to throw it out there.”

The table grew rather awkward as you all looked at your plates you were barely picking at before Regulus started to smirk.

“There’s something about watching her please other men knowing that she’s mine, and they’ll always need my permission to experience her again.”

You seemed to flush at the compliment, if your shoulders migrating upwards was any indication, but Remus noticed a small smile on your face too.

“Yeah? I bet… I know what she looks like pleasing you.” Remus added. 

Regulus hummed as if in thought as he considered you. “Yeah, but she looks so beautiful taking two cocks at once.”

You gave up on pretending to eat as you dropped your silverware and stared at your boyfriends hard.

“It can also be very difficult to watch, Rem.” You said warningly.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough?” He countered. Your responding smirk sent shivers down his spine. 

“Barty and Evan have their own rules.”

Remus cocked his head before Regulus continued.

“You’re not allowed to touch or join or tell them what to do once they start.” 

“You can only watch and touch yourself.” You continued.

Regulus chuckled again. “And I’m sure they’d have new rules now.”

“I guess we should ask them then.” Remus mused.

Your face turned solemn again. “Are you sure Remus?”

And Remus thought about it; he thought about watching you get taken apart in front of him, he thought about watching you satisfy other men whilst he and Regulus had to sit and watch helplessly, he thought of their ‘rules’, and he thought about his dick which was currently standing at half mast. 

Remus wasn’t sure he’d ever been more sure of anything before.

Barty sat across the table looking at you with a Cheshire cat grin as Evan looked between Regulus and Remus inscrutably. 

“And how did you come to this decision?” Evan drawled.

Remus shrugged awkwardly, looking towards Barty who was still staring at you somewhat predatorily. “Junior kept bringing it up and I got to thinking about it; Regulus said he’s…done it with you lot before.”

“See, Ev?” Barty started, seeming to struggle to force his eyes away from you and towards his boyfriend. “Persistence is key.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Evan grumbled moodily, though Remus assumed this was par the course for their relationship because Barty just beamed at him. 

“Here’s the deal.” Barty continued, turning towards Remus with a look of no nonsense. “This happens in my house, and we get her the whole night.”

“The whole night?” Remus repeated.

“The whole night.” Evan deadpanned. 

“What exactly does that mean?” Regulus asked in a bored tone.

“That means,” Evan said as he leaned forward to look at Regulus menacingly. “We get her before, during, and after.”

“She stays at ours for the night, and we get to do aftercare.” Barty stated. 

The table fell silent as Regulus and Remus looked between each other and you. 

“Does that sound okay, dove?” Remus asked you quietly; you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Does it sound okay to you, Remus?”

“This isn’t new for Reggie and Treasure, Mr. Moon.” Barty taunted.

And Remus could feel the Wolf’s possessiveness run red hot in his chest which only made this whole scenario that much hotter.

“Let’s do this then.” 

You stood outside the door to Evan and Barty’s townhouse as you fiddled with the strap of your bag.

“Are you sure-” You started, only to be cut off by a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulder.

“We can leave right now if you want to leave, dove. We do not have to do this.” Remus pressed.

You searched his amber-coloured eyes searching for any ounce of regret or hesitation and found none. 

“I don’t want you to hate me.” You whispered quietly.

Remus’  shoulders fell as Regulus’ brows furrowed. “Dovey.” Remus cooed miserably. “Why would I hate you?”

“Seeing me with other men? I don’t want you to think of me…I don’t know, differently?”

Remus moved his hands from your shoulders to cup your face and hold you steadily in front of him. 

“This was my idea, and you are a fucking goddess. The only difference in the way I’ll think of you is how fucking beautiful and sexy you are, yeah?”

“Okay.” You whispered back.

“We can still leave, amour; there’s no pressure. This is supposed to be fun.”

“It will be fun.” You encouraged. “We’ve had fun, we’ve just…”

“Never had me here before.” Remus finished for you, causing you to nod.

“Rem will be cool, won’t you Rem?” Regulus said as he elbowed Remus.

“‘Course; just pretend I’m not here.” He quipped.

“That was the plan!” Barty sing-songed as he flung open their door. “Ready, Treasure?”

You looked back at your boyfriends one more time before turning back to Barty. “I am.”

Evan smirked from his place leaning up against the door frame as Barty beamed at you. “Let me take your bag, beautiful. What good are those fuckers anyway? Making you carry your own bag; for shame.” Barty admonished as he ushered you and allowed Remus and Regulus to follow in after them. 

Barty’s arm was wrapped around your waist possessively as Evan led the way to a room in the basement that completely took your breath away as you stepped inside.

The room was an exact replica of the dorms in the Slytherin dungeons - the walls were charmed to look like windows into the Black Lake, there was a study desk tucked in the corner with quills and ink and what looked to be Barty and Evan’s old textbooks, and a hearth that had a fire roaring within it. Even the beds were fourposter’s with the exact same bedding; the only difference was that there were only two beds (as opposed to four), each bed was a queen size instead of a twin, and one bed had yellow bedding instead of Slytherin green.

“Is….this your dorm from Hogwarts?” Remus asked breathlessly, causing Evan to snort. 

“Obviously not our actual dorm, you tosser.” Barty sneered. “But we had some amazing sex in our dorm room and wanted to commemorate it.”

“With a sex room?” Regulus asked distastefully.

“With a sex room.” Barty confirmed cheerfully. 

“Why’s that bed yellow?” You asked quietly, causing Barty’s posture to soften significantly. 

“Well, I wanted to make it red to piss off Reggie, but that would have been pleasing to Lupin. So then I wanted to make it green to piss off Lupin, but that would have been pleasing to Reggie. So, I made it Hufflepuff to be offensive to both of them.”

The conversation was cut short by Evan pulling back the green bedding of the bed in the middle of the room. 

“Best get comfy boys.” He taunted as he nodded towards the Hufflepuff bed. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Barty - who had been latched to your side since you arrived - pulled you impossibly closer as he moved your hair away from your neck to start pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. “You sure about this Treasure?” He whispered to you; only loud enough for you to hear. 

You looked over to see Regulus staring at the two of you with an intensity you hadn’t seen since…well…since the last time you did this. 

And then you looked over to sweet Remus; eyes already hazy as he watched you with a puppy-like excitement.

“I’m sure.” You whispered back, never looking away from your boys.

Barty made a pleased hum sound as he continued nipping and sucking on your neck.

“You gonna share her, Junior?” Evan called over as he pulled his shirt over his head.

With a cocky smile, Barty moved in front of you and backed you up towards the bed as he began pulling your shirt over your head.

“Red, yellow, green?” Evan asked from behind you as he massaged your scalp.

“Safe words. Green for good, yellow for pause or slow down, red for stop.” You answered.

“Good girl.” He murmured at you, causing you to whimper.

“She’s always such a good girl for us, hm?” Barty continued as he eased your bra off of your shoulders. “Makes us feel so good, don’t you baby? Gonna show your boys how good you make us feel?”

You tried and failed to repress another whimper as you nodded emphatically.

You were now sitting completely bare; Barty pressing kisses to your ankles as he removed your bottoms. 

“Give ‘er a taste, Barty. Let me know if she’s as sweet as we remember.” Evan instructed as he began sucking marks into the opposite side of your neck that Barty had already started on.

Barty looked up from where he was kneeling in front of you to observe your face before pushing your knees apart and bending further into your core.

With little warning, he ran his nose through your folds before latching his mouth to your cunt and sucking. 

The sounds coming from both you and Barty bounced off the walls of this fake dorm room as Evan’s hands roved across your body.

“Still our sweet girl, Ev.” Barty answered breathlessly. “Here.” And he slowly pressed his fingers into you before pulling out all too soon to hold them up to Evan to suck on. 

“Strip.” Evan instructed after giving a satisfactory hum.

Evan gently turned you to face him on the bed as he gave his cock a few tugs. “Think you can warm me up, poppet?”

You looked up at him through your lashes as you opened your mouth obediently. 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered to himself as he touched his tip to your tongue before allowing you to wrap your lips around his cock.

“You look so good with his cock in your mouth.” Barty praised as he slid one of his hands around your waist and began rubbing circles on your clit. “Doesn’t she?” He said a little louder, looking towards your two boyfriends. 

You gagged as Evan trusted deeper into you and forced yourself to breathe through your nose. “Atta girl.” Evan growled as he pulled out of your mouth; a string of spit still connecting you to him.

“Lay back, princess.” Barty cooed as he gently urged you onto your back.

Evan positioned himself between your legs after casting a contraception charm over your lower abdomen, throwing a cheeky comment about how ‘it would be necessary, considering how much they planned to fill you up’ to your boyfriends who were now clearly straining against their pants.

You looked up at Barty kneeling over your head as he pumped his cock that looked like it was already leaking. “So fucking beautiful; look at her Evan, isn’t she fucking perfect?”

“So perfect.” He agreed as he pressed his tip against your entrance causing both of you to groan at the pleasant heat. “So perfect, and all ours.”

You heard a groan and looked away from Barty to see Remus with a near death grip on Regulus’ achingly hard cock. 

“Eyes on me, Treasure. They’ve got each other, they’re fine; I’ll take care of you tonight.” He said as he pointed his cock down towards your mouth.

You opened and allowed him to slide down your throat - knowing he liked the view of your throat bulging to compensate for him - at the exact time Evan slipped the rest of his way into your cunt.

You moaned in ecstasy causing Barty to do the same. 

Both boys picked up a steady pace as they continued showering you with praises and affirmations. And you felt full, so full.

You could hear Rem and Reg across the room getting breathy and moany as they stroked each other, though you could feel their eyes trained on you. Having so many eyes on your exposed, wide open body left you feeling hotter than you ever imagined possible. 

Barty grunted and pulled out of your mouth hurriedly as he sat back on his heels. “You boys have her trained for double penetration?” 

You heard the telltale sound Regulus whimpering as Remus responded. “Yes…you have to warm her up though.”

Barty scoffed derisively. “I’m not fucking new here, Lupin.”

Evan pulled out of you leaving you feeling cold and empty before he pulled you up, wrapped your legs around his hips and carried you around the bed to the head as he shoved his tongue down your throat. 

He laid back against the pillows and had you stationed above him as he guided your hips down and slid back into you.

“Come.” He ordered simply, pulling you towards him by the back of your neck to press his lips to yours once again.

Distracted by Evan’s ministrations, you almost yelped when you felt Barty press a gentle bite to one of your arse cheeks before then pressing a placating kiss to it and making his way over to your hole. 

You caught your breath as Evan moved his lips down your neck, down your collar bone, and latched onto one of your nipples. 

Barty murmured a quiet lubrication charm before he was teasing at your entrance with his index finger. “Big breath for me, baby girl. Relax.” He instructed as you did your best to comply and focused on the pleasure of Evan on your tit, his cock thrusting lazily up into you, and Barty’s finger sliding into your tight hole. 

You heard a strangled sound from across the room and looked over to see Regulus panting hard as Remus continued stroking both Regulus’ cock and his own through Regulus’ orgasm. 

“Relax, Treasure.” Barty called again, crooking his finger that was currently inside of you causing you to gasp. 

“Good girl.” He praised as you relaxed into the pleasure once again.

Your core felt heavy and hot as his one finger became two and he built up a steady rhythm. 

“Good girl, Treasure. You’re doing so well for us, aren’t you?” Barty cooed, pressing kisses to your ass.

“Yes.” You whimpered pathetically. 

“Our good girl.” Evan cooed as he pulled away from one tit only to latch himself onto your other.

Barty’s free hand found its way to your cunt as Evan picked up the pace of his thrusts and he began tracing circles on your clit; rhythm of his fingers in your ass never faltering.

“Fuck she’s close.” Evan grunted as he let his head fall back. 

Barty took the opportunity to add a third finger causing you to cry out in pleasure and clench ferociously around Evan. 

“Gonna cum for us, pretty girl? Gonna let us make you feel good?” He murmured as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you nearly in time with Evan’s thrusts up into you.

And Evan was rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, his cock was hitting a beautiful spot inside of you, and Barty’s fingers were working you open from behind and drawing tantalising circles around your clit; but you know what finally did you in?

Hearing the sound of Remus coming all over his hand as he watched you get taken apart by your two friends. 

You came with a cry and Evan held your waist in a death grip you knew would leave marks as you caught your breath - it was only then that you realised you had stopped supporting your own weight. 

“Fuckin’ hells, Treasure.” Barty murmured, removing his hand from your cunt but not your arse. “You’re bloody brilliant, yeah?” 

You let out a breathy sound half way between a laugh and a whine as you tried to convince your limbs to cooperate.

“Ev, switch with me.” Barty instructed, placing a placating kiss to one of your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of your ass, causing you to whimper at the loss.

“Don’t worry pet, we’ll fill you back up again, yeah?” Evan cooed in faux sympathy as Barty sat against the headboard and pulled you into his lap. 

He lined up with your entrance before you slowly slid down onto him; your cunt sopping wet between your arousal and cum allowing Barty little to no resistance. “Got ya all warmed up for us, baby girl. Gonna fill you up, aren’t we? Have you overflowing with our cum.” He cooed at you, pushing some of your - now sweaty - hair behind your ear. 

You heard Evan murmur another lubrication charm and the sound of him slicking up his cock before he lined up with your entrance. 

You hissed at the pressure causing both boys (and what sounded suspiciously like Remus) to shush you placatingly.

“Relax, Treasure; we’ve got you, yeah? You’re alright.” Barty whispered as Evan brushed soothing hands up and down your spine and hips.

“Big breath, poppet. I’ll go slow.” 

You focused on the feeling of Barty’s slow thrusts up into you and the sound of Remus whispering quiet praises to Regulus behind you as you relaxed your muscles, allowing Evan to slowly breach your tight hole. 

“Good girl.” He gritted out; your arse far tighter than your pussy had been just a few moments before. “Fuck, fuck. Holy shit.” He breathed out as he finally bottomed out, laying his front against your back and pressing kisses into your shoulder. “So fucking tight, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”

Barty pushed up into you again causing you to whine and both boys to groan in unison. “Fucking hell I can feel you, Bee.” Evan groaned. 

You and Barty kissed languidly as he and Evan worked up a steady rhythm in their thrusts; one pulling out as the other pushed in and repeating over, and over, and over. 

You were a babbling mess as the thrusts became more desperate, Evan landing a few smacks against your cheeks only for Barty to rub soothingly over the reddened skin immediately following. 

“She’s fucking perfect. Fucking perfect for this, aren’t you?” Evan gritted out. “Just a perfect little fuck toy those boys of yours have made, hm?”

You heard what sounded suspiciously like Remus growling, causing you to whip your head over to see Regulus’ head shoved into Remus’ neck; his cheek that you could see was bright pink as Remus quickly worked his and Regulus’ cocks together in one hand. 

“Are you a perfect little cock slut?” Evan asked again, pulling you up by your neck so you were pressed into his chest as his other hand snaked down and teased your hole where Barty was still sliding in and out of, causing a slightly painful but extremely pleasurable sting. 

When you didn’t answer, Evan pulled his finger away and landed a quick slap to your clit, causing you to scream and clench around both of their cocks. 

“Fucking Salazar Evan.” Barty whined as he scrunched his eyes closed. 

“Come now, poppet; you’ve been such a good little slut for us so far, don’t go turning bratty on us now.” He taunted.

You felt your eyes sting with unshed tears as Barty resumed his thrusts up into you. 

“Colour?” Evan whispered into your ear; likely not even loud enough for Barty to hear from below you.

“Green.” You whispered back.

“I asked you a question.” He warned, louder this time.

“Fuck me.” You keened, causing the blond to snicker from behind you before pushing you back towards Barty. 

“As you wish.”

And suddenly, he had a death grip on your hips as he thrust mercilessly into your arse, feeling like his cock was colliding with Barty’s somewhere unknowingly deep within your body as you screamed in pleasure. 

You could tell Barty was awfully closed based on the painful grip he had on your wrists that were stationed on his shoulders - your only support other than Evan’s fierce grip on your hips - and his increasingly erratic thrusts.

“One more baby girl, give us one more.” He begged you.

One of Evan’s hands left your hips to grab a fist full of hair and yank, exposing much of your neck to Barty. 

“Be a good girl for Barty.” He instructed.

You swallowed thickly which seemed to do something to Barty as suddenly his hand was around your neck and squeezing. “Come all over my cock, Treasure. I want to feel you throbbing on my dick. Come for me.”

You heard Remus showering Regulus with praises over the sound of Evan’s hips slapping against your ass. You felt so stretched; from the way Evan was yanking your hair towards him and the way Barty was squeezing your neck towards him, from the thin layer of tissue separating Evan’s cock reaching new depths within you and Barty’s cock currently pushing up into your most sensitive spot, and from the way that you had two men absolutely destroying you even though your two men were right there.

You were so stretched, so hot, so warm, it was so much, so much, so much.

You felt a spot in your core tightening with every thrust, every grunt, every moan, and every whimper. 

Praises and taunting and whispers and grunts all meshed into one steady hum of sound as you felt your head and limbs grow heavy, and your muscles tense to nearly painful levels.

“Gonna show them how perfect you look falling apart on top of me?” Barty whispered to you, and the tightness snapped. 

Your limbs gave out on you as you fell into Barty’s arms, cunt squeezing at his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm; Evan never slowing down in his relentless pace.

Barty’s lips were planted near your temple, and though you couldn’t make out the words, you could tell he was singing sweet praises to you as he and Evan continued using your body for their own pleasure.

It took you a moment to realise the room had fallen quiet save the sound of you, Barty, and Evan catching your breaths.

“You okay, Treasure?” Barty whispered; his chin resting on your head as he pulled your hair away from your face and behind your ear while Evan pressed soft kisses along your back. 

“I’m okay.” You sighed back; you’d find out later you were slurring your words. 

Evan chuckled from behind you before pulling out slowly, replacing his cock with a few of his fingers so as to not leave you feeling empty. 

“You did good, Princess.” He said as he gently massaged your hole, removing one finger and another before removing them completely. 

“Shut up.” You murmured sleepily back at him. 

You heard Regulus chuckle from across the room.

“Did you guys finish?” You asked Barty and Evan sleepily, causing Remus to bark a laugh and Barty to scoff indignantly. 

“Did we- Treasure! I’m horrified. The fact that you even have to ask - we’re going to have to fuck you again to make sure you remember it.”

You groaned at the thought of doing anything other than falling asleep right now.

“I’m teasing, we’re all done.” He placated, pressing a kiss to the top of your head to punctuate the sentiment. 

You heard some movement before you felt Barty’s chest vibrate.

“Ah, ah, ah. Just what do you think you’re doing?” He admonished as he tightened his hold on you.

“Helping her get cleaned up?” Remus asked bemusedly. 

Barty scoffed derisively. “I think the fuck not. We get aftercare; remember?”

“Yeah, sod off Lupin.” Evan added as he reentered the room; the sound of water running following him from wherever he just came from. “Gonna get you in a nice bath, ‘kay Princess?” He said to you; tone far softer than what he used with Remus. 

“No funny business.” You grumbled quietly, wincing at the feeling of Barty’s now nearly limp cock slipping out of you along with his cum as Evan lifted you up. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes as he carried you to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed Remus’ hand as he passed by him, and Evan - god love him - did pause so Remus could return the gesture. 

“Was it okay?” You asked him quietly; insecurities alarmingly visible on your face and in your tone.

“It was perfect; you’re perfect, dove.” He answered solemnly, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“Yeah yeah, as I said.” Barty grumbled, swatting at Remus with no real malice. “Now stop it; you don’t get to enjoy her now that she’s all sweet and soft and sleepy. We did all the work, we get the snuggles.”

“Yeah yeah.” Remus replied, throwing back Evan and Barty’s phrasing at them. “Next time; I get to play.”

Evan turned quickly at that, nearly making you dizzy in his arms.

“Next time?” Barty asked in quiet disbelief. 

“Next time.” Remus responded simply; moving backwards towards ‘his’ bed where Regulus was already curled up in a pair of pyjamas. 

Regulus and James fit together, in a neat messy puzzle. James's darker skin contrasting with Regulus's more pale, like the sun and it's moon. Recently, Remus had been reading some muggle plays of man named Shakespeare, and just by looking at the two, he could tell that he would've written down every piece of their love story, until he knew it by heart.

The enigma, the question, he just couldn't find the answer to was you, because Regulus and James were different sides of the same coin. Slytherin and Gryffindor, light and dark, sun and moon. You just didn't fit as nicely into the big picture.

That's what he used to think anyway, before the marauders and everyone else had gotten to know you. To Remus, he used to think of you as a temporary escape for the two boys, as you were the only one out of the three who had a normal life. It was harsh, but it was the only answer to the equation he could come up with.

Remus's life hadn't been full of answers, maybe that's why he tried to find the solution, so there would be no more variables. So he didn't have to attempt to find the solution later, when they most needed it most. So maybe, just once his life could be left with more answers than questions.

Action reaction, like getting bit by a werewolf - he was one of them now. Finding Sirius, James, and Peter on the train - becoming friends. Gaining feelings for Padfoot, confessing them and becoming a couple. (Okay, maybe there were multiple steps to that equation.) Everything had a solution, something he liked to find to keep himself sane. When everything else in his life was swirled with insanity.

You fitting into the equation didn't follow a path of logic, it was completely and utterly crazy.

Now, he sees what he didn't before, the way you would stay with James even when the smile slipped from his lips. How you would listen to Regulus, and give him space to talk about his family troubles, why he stayed.

You would let James cry, and make Regulus giggle, the planets didn't just revolve around the sun now. Now the moon and it's star revolved around you.

You were a nebula, because when a person looked at you, they gasped in wonder. Everything unknown and beautiful was you, a glittering cloud of normalcy and love. Nurturing but fleeting if need be.

One time, Sirius said he and his brother were the stars, and you only laughed, shaking your head.

"Regulus is like the moon, for so long we thought we couldn't reach him, until we did."

Remus's boyfriend looked startled, Remus could agree with the feeling. How had you, just made sense of someone so complex, with so many strings and layers, with just a sentence?

The werewolf wanted to see how you would respond if he asked you about everybody at Hogwarts, about the ministry, his family. Instead, he asked you about your other boyfriend.

"James?" You smiled softly, and for some reason it warmed Remus's heart, that when you thought about his friend, you immediately were happy. As if just thinking about him was enough to revel in his sunlight.

"James is the sun, he's bright, but sometimes his brilliance gets the peoples eyes, it can annoy them. Until he gets farther away." You still had a pleasant look upon your face, but your eyes were brightly alight with sadness. "Then it's winter, and they long for summer again, because then the sun could be there to warm them a second time. Regardless of its blinding sunlight."

Remus thinks, that was the moment that he started to understand why James and Regulus had both fallen for you. You were the beautiful unknown, a nebula, out of reach, but oh, so beautiful to gaze upon.

Remus still didn't quite comprehend how you fit into the grand scheme of things, but he thinks, he starting to see the big picture.

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