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Summary: A Gryffindor party is the perfect time to learn you have feelings for Regulus Black, and you might just be the last to know.
CW: Some suggestive themes like making out and kinda? Feeling each other up? idk man, reader is in Slytherin bc I'm SUPER original. There's cursing and drinking. I'm not aware of any other warnings. If you see any, let me know!
A/N: GUESS WHO'S BACK!!!!! And with a marauders fic, nevertheless. I'm really excited to post this. Obviously, this is my first time writing for Regulus. There's a little background on Sirius and Remus, as well as Barty and Evan. I also posted AO3 for the first time (wow, full of firsts), you can read that here if you prefer! As usual, I hope you enjoy. ily send a request MWAHHH!
You were beyond drunk.
Gryffindor had won, again, so of course a party was called for. You kept getting handed drinks by Marlene, and you were gladly accepting them. You stopped keeping track of which drink you were on a while ago. Even though your brother beat your team, you would never pass up the opportunity for a drink.
As you made your way through the crowd of people squished into the common room, someone stopped you.
“Potter!” A rather tispy Regulus grabbed at your arm as you turned around. Sure, you’d seen the boy drink once or twice before, but never in public and never at a Gryffindor party after a loss.
“Reggie! What are you doing here?” You flashed him a smile as you tried not to spill your drink as someone bumped into you.
“Pandora convinced me to come with her.” Regulus’s mouth was right next to your ear as he spoke over the buzz of voices and music. As the two of you fell into comfortable conversation, you spotted Sirius from the drinks table with a confused look on his face.
A diabolical thought crossed your mind as you flashed Regulus a sickly sweet smile. “Want to fuck with your brother?” An evil glint caught your eye as Regulus processed what you said.
“There’s a reason you’re in Slytherin,” He said with his own glint in his eyes. And there was also a reason James was your brother. All those years helping him and the marauders plan pranks really paid off.
“We should flirt; nothing would get under his skin more than his best mate's sister with his little brother.” The smile you adorned was nothing short of mischievous, your Potter really coming out.
“Well, as we both know, I’m amazing at getting you flustered,” he flashed you a wink, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Regulus and you made fast friends in his first year, and you brought out things in each other that just characteristically stumped you two. It was a darling balance, and you loved it.
“We’ll see who gets who flustered, Black.” You said, lips brushing the shell of his ear. You felt Regulus shudder ever so slightly. Your eyes flicked up to catch Sirius still staring at the two of you, bodies pressed impossibly close amidst the cowed. You flashed him a cheeky smile as you grabbed Regulus’s hand and pulled him deeper into the crowd.
You swayed to the music, head thrown back and a smile softening the features on your face. Sirius almost forgot who you were dancing with as he watched the way your hips swayed. He had followed you and his brother deeper into the crowd, still keeping a distance. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was going to find out.
“Siri, wanna go upstairs?” Remus came up behind the shorter boy and placed his hands on his hips. Sirius, for once in his life, brushed Remus off, distracted by the scene unfolding in front of him.
“In a second love,” Sirius’s eyes were locked onto you and his brother, dancing amongst the crowd. Remus followed his boyfriend's gaze and saw the sight before him. Your hips swayed in time to the song playing, Regulus’s hands on your hips, gripping like a man starved. Remus went momentarily slack-jawed at the scene playing before him. James certainly would have a freak out if he weren’t busy chasing the never-ending tail that was Lily Evans.
“What on Earth are they doing?” Remus was certain he’d taken a tab of something he shouldn’t have. He had to be imagining the sights before him. You, happily swaying in rhythm with Regulus, eyes locked in on each other, and lips occasionally brushing the shell of one’s ear so the other can hear them over the music and chatter.
Between joking and dancing, the lines blurred, and you lost all sense of what you were doing. You felt Regulus’s lips ghost over your neck before reaching your ear and muttering something about the person behind him who had just elbowed him. You tried to pay no mind to the way his fingers ghosted over the patch of skin where your top rode up. You tried to pay no mind to how his body felt pressed against you.
Your eyes flicked around the crowd, landing on Sirius—and now Remus. You huffed out a sigh at the sight of the two boys making no effort to hide their gawking. Regulus followed your gaze and flashed a cheeky smile at his brother and a wink to Remus.
You now had an audience, a small one, but it was no longer a one-man show. You tugged on the collar of Regulus’s shirt, pulling him down just enough for your lips to brush his. Before the younger boy could cave right then and there, you pulled away. Grabbing his hand as you lead him through the crowd, past Marlene and Dorcas, who whistled as the two of you passed, and out of the Gryffindor Tower. You walked a few more strides before stopping and pulling Regulus around the corner.
The tispy had worn off Regulus an hour ago, but he was still following your lead. You peered your head around the corner to see who, if at all, followed. You weren’t sure if you were following the half-baked ‘prank’ you had come up with, or were ruining a friendship. You locked eyes with Regulus, and for too many beats, silence enveloped the space you two shared.
The Slytherin boy broke the silence. “Y/N,” his eyes searched yours, and his voice pleaded. He wasn’t sure what was next, but he was sure all the answers in the universe lay just beyond your irises, or maybe your lips. He wasn’t sure, but he was dying to taste you. Before you could reply or he could lean down and find out if your lip gloss was flavored or not, you heard the portrait door click open, the sounds of a Gryffindor win spilling into the corridor. A smile erupted over your face, and Regulus could have died happy right there.
You heard the whispered arguing of Sirius and Remus getting closer. You froze, not thinking this far ahead, whether you should run or come clean. You looked at Regulus and shrugged. Sirius and Remus rounded the corner, and a dramatic gasp was heard. Contrary to popular vote, it was Remus who gasped. The sight set before the couple was one no one would believe unless they saw it themselves.
You. Wrapped in the arms of Regulus Black, lips in feverish attachment on the soft skin of your neck, your head thrown back in enjoyment. You bit back a smile as you opened your eyes. You faked a gasp and lightly pushed Regulus’s shoulder to create distance.
“Y/N, what the fuck?” You couldn’t tell if Sirius was pissed or just shocked. You bit back a smile as you looked between Remus and Sirius. You made a glance at Regulus and saw his kiss-bitten lips and tousled hair. You made a content sound before pressing a kiss to Regulus’s cheek and walking away from the three boys.
The next morning, you woke up with a raging hangover. It took you too long to get out of bed. Took you even longer to leave the room, shuffling down the stairs into the common room. You were greeted by a slumped-over Barty and an equally hungover Evan, petting his hair with a little too much force. They groaned in greeting as you sat next to them on the couch.
“Is B even alive?” Barty flicked you from where he slumped over Evans' legs. “Good to have you join the living B.” You lay your head against the back of the couch and closed your eyes. You willed your body not to die there and then, you even said a silent prayer never to drink again, but then smirked at yourself, knowing you were lying.
The three of you sat on the couch in silence for a while, basking in the silence, when a knock disturbed the peace.
Barty and Evan made no move to get up, and you groaned, kicking their feet as you lazily made your way to answer the door.
You opened it to reveal a restless James. “James,” you greeted with a half smile, opening the portrait wider to let him in. “Whatever do I owe the pleasure?” You mentally begged for no conversation, wishing for mind powers, but he was James Potter and a natural-born yapper. James walked in and made a beeline for the armchair. You hung your head before sighing and closing the door. You really couldn’t handle a Lily rant right now. You loved your brother, but not enough to endure a hungover conversation—or confrontation, you couldn’t tell. Something was off, but you couldn’t tell what.
“Why is Sirius telling me you made out with Regulus last night?” Confrontation, now you really wanted to throw up. You genuinely tried to chalk your memories of last night up as a dream. The kind of dream where you look at the person it was about differently for a week before getting over yourself.
You made your way back to the couch, now with an alert Evan and an almost conscious Barty. You stared at James before laughing. You prayed it didn’t sound forced. “Jamie, what?” If there had been any way out of this conversation, you would have prayed for it. Evan looked positively enthralled, and the conversation had barely begun.
“You. Made. Out. With. Regulus.” James’s tone shot like daggers down your spine. He wasn’t asking, though; he was barely asking the first time. You knew where this was going to lead. He had already made up his mind on the truth and was way past a rational reaction, no matter what you said.
“And you’re hearing this from Sirius? After a Gryffindor party? After a winning game against Slytherin of all teams?” You were trying to make Sirius an unreliable source. Like he didn’t watch his brother's fingers ghost your sides, or witness how his lips seem to fit perfectly in the crook of your neck. You remained nonchalant, not allowing your brother to see anything other than a denial of anything happening.
“Why would he make that up?” It almost sounded like he wanted an honest answer to that. James trusted Sirius with his life, which meant he tended to trust blindly, even if he was correct in this instance. You shrugged at him. “Maybe he saw Regulus kissing someone else, but it was not me.” You seriously wanted to throw up, unsure anymore if it was your hangover or this conversation. Evan snorted in disbelief next to you, covering it (poorly) with a cough. You shot him a glare.
“Y/N, if I have to hunt down Regulus, I will,” You hated when he talked like you were seven and actively caught taking sweets from the cabinet. You rolled your eyes. Almost as if he were queued to do so, Regulus made his way neatly down the stairs. Shirt hanging loosely but fitted off his shoulders, pants lightly creased from being folded, and hair neatly combed, curls cascading and framing his face.
“Hunt me down for what, Potter?” You sucked in a breath. Regulus looked good, too good for him to be in the same room as you and still lie effectively. James narrowed his eyes at the younger boy. At this point, Barty was sitting fully upright, no longer dead across his boyfriend's lap, much too interested in the sibling argument budding around him.
“You made out with my sister.” It was said as fact. Not accusatory, not questioning, cut and dry as if telling someone their shoe lace had come undone. “And who would you be hearing this from?” You could kiss him again. You shook your head. Not the time to have conflicting feelings about your best friend.
James made a face, like the mere idea of being fed wrong information was grotesque. “Does it matter who I heard it from?” James was almost offended at the younger Black brother. Sure, he liked Reglus, but you were still his sister, and that, for some reason, meant he had some ‘need’ to protect you.
“It does actually, yes. You don’t know very many reliable people.” His words were clean cut, but his voice was already over this conversation, a stark contrast to what he was last night. You knew Regulus was trying to get a rise out of James; he always was. You think that’s why they get on as well as they do: they allow each other to be properly nasty. James glared at Regulus. His gaze landed on Barty, who made a motion for your neck, playing it off like he had an itch when you looked over. Evan wore a shit-eating grin, and it pissed you off.
“Take off your hoodie.” You could have made a joke, but you froze. Like a deer in headlights. Like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar. You could lie and say you didn’t have a top on, but you knew James would come up with a solution at the drop of a hat, too invested in the news Sirius broke this morning.
You cursed under your breath, causing Evan and Barty to snicker next to you, wavering for a moment as you shot them a glare. You rolled your eyes and lifted your hoodie. Barty and Evan leaned over to get a better view of your exposed skin. Sure enough, there sat a few meticulously placed marks on your neck. James’s eyes narrowed at the mark and shot up to meet your already waiting eyes. Regulus stood stone-faced in the background, watching the scene in front of him.
James could have cut someone with how sharp his glare felt. Your skin prickled with unease. You’re mind raced with excuses, lies, and apologies.
“So let me get this straight,” James paused to take a deep breath. “You didn’t make out with Regulus, or anyone for that matter, but you have that on your neck?” James has his hands clasped in front of him, forearms resting on the tops of his thighs. Evan appreciated the way his muscles flexed as the golden boy spoke. You somehow lost all ability to argue, the Potter genes coming to a standstill.
You opened your mouth to speak, finally, but Barty cut you off, “It was me, want me to prove it?” You almost sank into the couch in relief. Barty had thrown you a lifeline in exchange for god knows what. Regulus shifted behind you, coughing to cover his laugh. Evan’s face had the most devilish smile at the turn this took. James was sitting slack-jawed, eyes wide.
“I would love for him to prove it, Jamie,” You batted your eyes at your brother, putting your hoodie back on. James stood abruptly, nearly tripping over the coffee table as he stumbled for the door. “I need to go.” That was all he said as he swiftly exited the room.
You sank into the couch, relief washing over you. “B, I could kiss you right now,” Regulus cleared his throat at that. You opened your eyes to meet the taller boy's gaze. You smiled at him sheepishly. “I might just take you up on that,” Barty said with a smirk, resulting in Evan flicking his ear. Regulus nodded towards the stairs, signaling a conversation was in your future; you didn’t have to be Pandora to figure that out.
You looked over at Barty and Evan, now comfortably cuddling on the couch. You sighed as you got up. Dreading the unknown that lies ahead of you. Your actions of the night before flash in your brain. The way his hands trailed up your sides and how his lips brushed the shell of your ear. Before you could fully walk away, Barty grabbed your arm. “You owe me every single detail of last night and what goes on upstairs, since I saved you from your brother after all,” Barty said smugly. You groaned in agreement. Evan and Barty giggled like school children promised a sweet if they behaved.
You followed Regulus up the stairs. You somewhat dreaded the conversation ahead of you. On one hand, this could be brushed off as drunken stupidity (even though it wasn’t that drunken), on the other, it could change everything about the two of you, for better or worse.
Regulus held open his dorm door for you and followed you in. You sat yourself as usual on the bed. You became uneasy seeing Regulus hesitate, unsure if he should sit or stand. He chose to sit next to you on the bed.
“So,” Regulus didn’t meet your eyes. “So,” You didn’t meet his either. You picked at a string that had come loose from his blanket. You were not about to speak first. Sure, you’re the reason for all of this, but you were not going to confront your handiwork head-on; it just was not in the Potter genetics pool. Regulus was quiet, too quiet, and it put you on edge. A long silence graced the shared dorm room as both of you avoided the gaze of the other.
A solid ten minutes go by before Regulus clears his throat. “Are we going to talk about last night…at all?” He finally caught your eyes, staring at the hazel irises you shared with your brother. You groaned as you rested your head in your hands. You cursed Pandora for dragging Regulus to that party, and you knew she heard it. “What’s there to talk about?” You were so full of shit it even surprised you. There was so much to talk about because you could still feel his lips pressed to your neck and his fingers ghosting up your shirt. You shuddered at the thought of it.
“Y/N, are you seriously going to avoid this?” You hated it when he talked sternly to you. Although in this instance, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Yes.” Regulus rolled his eyes. This was so typical of you, doing something and avoiding the aftermath. Little did you understand, you were stuck in this room with him, and he would get what he wanted.
“Reg, I really don’t have any explanation for you.” Pandora better not get a hold of Regulus within the next 48 hours, or else you would hex her into the next century for spilling your secrets, you knew she would. You had too many feelings and not enough time to process. “I know,” it was his turn to pick at the blanket. It was seared into his mind how he basically begged you to let him kiss you, the way his eyes danced across your features, how his hands made a home at your sides like you would slip away the next time he exhaled.
“Give me until tomorrow night, please,” truth was, you wanted to talk. You wanted to pour your heart out, or blame the alcohol, you hadn’t decided yet. Regulus nodded. You ruffled his hair like you always did when both of you left a conversation unspoken and left the room. Regulus fell back into his bed and groaned. Not even a minute after you’d gone, Barty and Evan entered their shared room to get the ‘scoop’ from Regulus.
You had made your way down to the Gryffindor tower in search of Pandora and Dorcas, maybe even Lily if James hadn’t glued himself to her side for the day. It was eerily still when you entered the common room. No sign of any party even happening last night. You made your way up to the girls' dorms and knocked once you reached Lily’s door. A soft voice told you to come in.
As you entered the room, you were met with Lily sitting in the middle of her bed, books spread out all around her. A smile lit up her face as she patted an open spot for you to sit on the bed. “Y/N, how nice of you to pop by!” The red-headed girl had a smile so captivating you wondered if that’s what it would look like if a flower could smile. “Lils, I have a problem.” You hated this, you hated having to admit that there was a 90% (and growing) chance you liked Regulus. Before she could speak, the bathroom door opened to reveal a rather amused Pandora. You groaned and slid off the bed. Even though you were looking for her, that humorous glint in her eye still pissed you off. “Panda,” you deadpanned.
“Is this a problem Panda can help with?” You wanted to sink more into the floor than you already were. “Yes, although I’m sure she’s much aware of the situation.” You shot Pandora a halfhearted glare before huffing out a sigh and stretching your limbs.
“Have you heard anything from last night's party? Specifically from Sirius, Remus, or my brother?” you stilled as you waited for their reply. Lily looked at Pandora with a smile before locking eyes with you. “There is somewhat of a rumor buzzing about,” Lily was never direct when she knew information someone was after. “Lily, this is actually important, please,” she just laughed as she slid off the bed to join you on the floor.
“We know it’s about Regulus, love.” If Lily could produce a shit eating grin, it was now. For what felt like the millionth time today, you huffed out a sigh. “I really don’t know what you’re so conflicted with,” you shot Pandora a confused look and waited for her to elaborate. “You’re in love with Regulus.” She said it as if stating the sky was blue, and yet you still managed to look at her as if she had eight heads and spoke Russian. “It’s obvious, honey,” Lily, always finding a way to really drive a point home. You let out a long groan and curled into a ball, laying your head in Lily’s lap.
The three of you sat on the floor of Lily’s dorm in silence, the weight of your reality slowly consuming you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Regulus was your best friend; of course, you loved him. You just loved how his hands trailed your sides and the way he groaned into your neck when he caught a whiff of your perfume. “What do I tell James? ‘Hey, I lied to your face, don’t kill me.’” Pandora stifled a laugh, switching to clearing her throat instead. “I’ll handle James if you swear to handle Regulus tonight.” You could have kissed Lily right then and there. You pulled Lily down for a hug, a string of ‘thank yous’ parading out of your mouth.
You swiftly left her dorm and slipped out of the portrait into the hall. Your head was buzzing with things to say to Regulus. You could be blunt, but you felt he deserved a debrief on your thought process from the night before. You muttered the password, and the portrait clicked open softly. Evan lazily glanced over at you. “He’s still upstairs,” he said, looking back at whatever book he was reading. You tried not to run up the stairs to the dorm, but you still managed to skip every other step.
Your hand hovered over the door, before you could decide to knock, Regulus’s muffled voice came from the other side, a soft ‘come in’ graced your ears. You slowly opened the door and stepped into the room.
He was still on the bed, hair messy now from running his hands through it. He sat up and gave you a small smile before patting the spot next to him. You plopped down next to him. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth before sucking in a breath and turning to face Regulus.
“I wasn’t that drunk last night,” you admitted. Sure, you started out that way, but between the start and end of the night, you knew what you were doing. Regulus waited for you to continue. “When I suggested the ‘prank,’ I didn’t anticipate doing what we did, not that I minded,” you whispered the end of your sentence. You looked at Regulus, really looked at him. You don’t know how you could’ve been so oblivious to your feelings for him. You went from arguing over the best way to write a paper to worrying you ruined everything. You started to spiral when Regulus’s fingers brushed your knee. “I wasn’t even that tispy.” This was probably as close as Regulus would come to confessing his feelings for you; thank Merlin, you could read between the lines. So much for needing a day to process.
The two of you sat there, again, in silence, but this time it was semi-comfortable. Regulus shifted after a moment, turning to face you fully before he spoke again. “I don’t care if you don’t feel the same, I just don’t want to lose you,” he looked at the floor towards the end of his sentence. A grin inched its way across your face. “Regulus Black, when on Earth did I say I didn’t like you?” Regulus looked at you like a kicked puppy, and it both melted and broke your heart a bit.
You mulled over what you wanted to say in your head, the entire script jumbled in your mind like a bad game of Scrabble.
“Oh, fuck it.” You pulled Regulus in by his shoulder and crashed your lips to his. It took Regulus a moment to adjust before he was kissing you back feverishly. Tongues and teeth clashed as both of you let all the unspoken words pour into your kiss. You felt like you could fly. Like if you were to jump off the bed, you would float and never come down. His hands found your waist and tugged you in closer. Your hands found his hair and made a home there, tugging the strands and electing pure sin from Regulus’s mouth.
You finally pulled away for air, resting your forehead against his shoulder, a smile permanently on your face. Regulus pulled you back by your shoulders and just stared at you, like he was trying to memorise every dip and freckle. You blushed at the intensity of his stare. You knew your lips were swollen and your hair mussed in a very suggestive manner.
You let out a laugh when you finally focused entirely on the youngest Black brother in front of you. His hair was the most untamed you’ve ever seen it. The usually put-together boy was now sitting in front of you, disheveled and still trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t laugh at me, this is your doing after all.” Regulus tried to sound cross but failed miserably. You fell into comfortable silence for once today. You played with Regulus’s fingers, relishing in the contentment you felt. He nudged your side with his elbow. “Are you free this weekend?” Your heart skipped a beat at the question. “Hm…I’ll have to check my schedule." Regulus had never looked so dejected in his life. “Love, I’m joking, of course I’m free,” you laughed at his annoyed expression.
The day finally caught up to you as you yawned, lying back into the soft and inviting mattress. Regulus laid back with you, fingers intertwined and a smile plastered on his face. You closed your eyes and sighed, perfectly content with the events of the day, no matter how stressful. You sighed; you knew you were going to have to face James tomorrow after Lily talked to him, but for now, you were just fine exactly where you were.
“All right, I am done!” James exclaimed, storming into the dorm room and slamming his bag onto his bed with gusto that was only damped by the fact that most of his books just bounced lamely on the mattress.
Sirius, Remus, and Peter, who were all lounging around the room, looked up, shocked.
“What’s up, mate?” Sirius asked weakly, wrapping his arms around himself, pulling the jumper he was wearing tightly around his thin frame.
“That!” James shouted accusingly, his hand pointing to the sweater Sirius wore. “You and Moony going through some sort of–of–silent war!”
Remus, who was sitting by his desk, narrowed his eyebrows. “Respectfully, what the fuck are you on about?” he asked, adjusting the tattered band t-shirt that kept riding up his long torso.
“You two have been doing this for…for months!” James hissed, crossing his arms. “Dancing around each other. All-but feeling each other up in the Common Room every time one of you has so much as a sip of Butterbeer. Stealing each other’s clothes–”
“Oi, I borrowed this!” Sirius protested, waving the long arms of his–Remus’s?--jumper. “I had permission!” Remus nodded along to his defense.
“Padfoot, you’re currently using half of my trunk to hide the stack of Remus’s things you’ve collected, you bloody klepto,” Peter deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
Instantly, Remus stopped nodding, a shocked-but-thrilled look lighting up his face.
“Traitor,” Sirius hissed, turning bright red.
“And Remus, do you even listen to Queen?” James added, gesturing to Remus’s shirt.
“‘Course!” Remus defended himself. “For…for some time, now!”
“With Sirius,” Peter muttered under his breath. “Because Sirius likes Queen.”
“So,” James said, pulling out a paper with a flourish, “New rule. Wormy and I have decided and, per Marauder Code, we had Lily sign as a tiebreaker, because we knew you two would put up a fight.”
Remus, eyes narrowed, stood and grabbed the paper. “‘It has been decided on this day, the 6th of October, 1976, Messrs Padfoot and Moony should just stop being idiots and kiss already. Signed, Messrs Wormtail and Prongs and also Lily Evans.’ James, what the–”
“It has been done,” James said solemnly, grabbing Peter’s hand and dragging him towards the door.
The silence that followed was charged as Sirius and Remus stared at each other, mouths gaping, cheeks maroon.
Hello! I’ve been reading you’re fics for about a year now and I’ve always loved them! I heard your requests are open so I thought why not give it a shot😜
I’ve been thinking about poly Marauders with princess reader who is suddenly arranged to marry prince James who is already in a secret relationship with his knights (Remus and Sirius).
When she arrives they’re all prepared for her to be prissy and she’s prepared for them all to reckless play boys (she may or may not have heard a rumor or fifty about the trouble they tend to get into lll)
but when they get to know each other they realize they all have a lot in common and start to like each other (a lot🌝 wink wonk heheh)
If u don’t wanna touch this I completely understand! Your an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day 🌺
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cw: muggle au, arranged marriage, politics of war
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“You could at least try to look nice,” says Remus.
James lets his head loll off the edge of the bed to look at him. The setting sun lights Remus’ hair in hues of amber and gold, and even upside down, his frown is judgmental. “Why?”
“Yes,” Sirius agrees, laying on his stomach to toy with the buttons of James’ shirt, “why, when he’s already so naturally bewitching?”
“I’m not trying to impress her,” says James. “We’re already engaged.”
“Engaged isn’t the same as married,” Remus points out. “She could still run off.”
Sirius’ voice goes low with resentment. “If only we were that lucky.”
James pops one of his buttons open to mollify him, letting Sirius wriggle his cold hand through the opening to warm it on James’ torso. “I don’t think she’ll run off,” he says. “From what mum and dad have said, her kingdom’s even worse off than Gryffindor. They need this.”
The mood in James’ bedroom goes somber.
“Peleria’s southern border is right in Riddle’s path,” Sirius says. James wonders how much he’s talked about this in war rooms, pouring over maps with James’ father while James was napping or kissing babies or muddling through trade documents. “He’ll get to them first if he doesn’t want to waste time going around, and they don’t have the military capacity to defend themselves. What they need are allies.”
Sirius’ tone takes a tip into bitterness again, and James coils a strand of his hair around a finger. He gives a harmless tug. “We need allies, too,” James reminds him. Sirius humphs but lets it go.
“We both need each other.” Remus is trying to be the voice of reason, but his posture gives him away. He’s sitting on the chaise lounge all wrong, both feet on the floor and elbows bent over his knees. Remus is as anxious about what this means for them as James and Sirius are. “Everyone knows this is a tactical marriage, so why meet the poor girl with hostility?”
“Who’s meeting anyone with hostility?” James asks.
Remus sends him a look. “She’s leaving her home to live with a bunch of strangers, and you won’t even comb your hair.”
“My hair looks best uncombed! It’s handsomely tousled!”
Sirius makes an agreeing sound, but before he can add his two cents there’s a knock on the door. James rolls out of bed, grinning through his nerves. “There’s no time anyway. Wish me luck!”
Remus suddenly looks ill. “Luck,” he manages.
Sirius takes James’ approach, slapping on a smile so wide it’s almost manic. “Shout if I need to duel for your honor!”
“No duelling,” James says on his way out the door.
“I’ll be nearby in case.”
Though James knows he’s mostly joking, he’s sure to shut the bedroom door firmly behind him. Mary gives him a pitying smile.
“Alright?” she asks in a confidential tone.
James takes a big breath. “Yeah. Yeah, good. Are we doing this in the throne room?”
“The solar,” she corrects him. “Your mum thought it might be more comfortable.”
He blinks, then nods. “Right, yeah. That makes sense.”
Mary leads the way silently, giving James time to prepare himself. The solar is usually a room only for family—or family as the Potters dub them, a place for friends and honorary relatives to retire for cards and leisure and inelegant foods. Visitors almost always come to the throne room or the great hall, but James supposes you’re not really a visitor if you’ll be staying. It’s just difficult to wrap his head around.
“Have you met her?” James asks.
Mary tilts her head side-to-side. “Briefly. She only just arrived, but I stopped by to introduce myself before handing her off to Lily.”
Lily is James’ parents’ chamberlain. While his mum has Mary as her lady-in-waiting (really an honorary title), Lily runs the lives of nearly everyone else in the castle and somehow makes it look easy. James thinks she probably dreams all night of lists and schedules.
“What’s she like?”
“God, stunning.”
“The princess, Mary.”
Mary hums, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk. “Nice enough. Polite. Like I said, I barely spoke to her.”
“Right, but she was nice? Not terribly snooty?”
“She didn’t seem like it.” Mary sends James a considering look from the corner of her eye. “She did leave her entire life to give her kingdom a fighting chance. Maybe give her a bit of grace if she seems leery at first.”
James’ mouth tugs. “You and Remus should really hang out more.”
“Oh, don’t start. I’d steal him from you in an instant.”
The sound of James’ laughter draws his mother out into the hall just as they’re approaching the solar. Euphemia smiles at them both, and Mary sends a quick wave before turning back down the hall.
“Hi, my sweetheart.” James lets his mother pull him into a hug. He takes a steadying breath. She smells like bergamot and parchment, and James notices (with some smugness) that she didn’t brush her hair either. “How are you feeling? Okay?”
“Okay,” James confirms. “Everyone keeps reminding me that it’s ten times worse for her which is” —he lets his tone take on a bit of playful wryness— “helpful.”
Euphemia chuckles and strokes his hair. “They’re right. That doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous, too. Arranged or not, marriage isn’t a small thing.” When she pulls away, her eyes are serious. “I want you to be happy. If you won’t be, tell us and we’ll call it off. That’s what this engagement period is for.”
James knows they would. Despite how much his parents care about Gryffindor, how vital they all know this alliance is to their kingdom’s safety, they’d undo the whole thing if it threatened James’ happiness. They’d find another way.
“I’m just worried she won’t like us,” he says. Us as in his family, us as in his partners, us as in everyone James holds dear. This princess is going to become his wife, someday perhaps Gryffindor’s queen, and whatever their marriage may be—a formality, a strategy, a performance—that still means something to James. He wants you to mean something, but he won’t compromise his loved ones.
James thinks that his mum is going to wave this off as impossible (with that sweet bias only parents can have), but Euphemia nods thoughtfully. “If she doesn’t,” she says, “then she’ll be as happy as anyone to have us send her home.”
The echo of Lily’s voice lets them know they’re out of time. James and his mother slip into the solar just ahead of you, Euphemia shooting wide eyes at her husband to let him know you’re approaching. When you enter, the King has just stuffed the remainder of a sandwich into his mouth, the Queen is lounging casually on the settee, and James has his hand outheld for an incredibly premature shake.
You stop just in the threshold of the door. Mary was right to call you polite; only the smallest flare of your eyes hints at your surprise at the scene in front of you. Lily peers around your shoulder, her gaze flitting between each of the Potters and her lips pressing more resolutely together with each one. She’s clearly working hard not to laugh.
“Right.” She manages to sound impressively poised. “Your Highness, this is King Fleamont—”
“Montph—” James’ dad swallows his mouthful of bread hastily, clearing his throat. “Monty is fine, thanks.”
“Queen Euphemia—” Lily goes on.
Effie gives you a smile.
“—and Prince James.”
You bow your head and begin to crouch, and no sooner does James realize what you’re doing than he catches your hand in his.
You look up at him, frozen mid-curtsey.
“I don’t think there’s any need for that,” he manages. It’s not unheard of for monarchs to bow and curtsey for each other—James made a giant fuss about wanting to curtsey rather than bow when visiting other kingdoms as a child, so much so that he refused to bow from ages nine to sixteen—but doesn’t feel right for this occasion. Actually, his instinct of a handshake suddenly seems far too businesslike, too.
James waits for you to straighten back up and lets go. The impression of your hand leaves warmth on his palm.
“It’s too formal, isn’t it?” he says.
Your lips lift slightly in what he takes for agreement. “Thank you for having me,” you say.
James grins back helplessly. “Thanks for, uh, being here.”
“Well,” says Lily, sounding quite on the brink of mirthful tears, “I’ll be off, then.”
Lily gives your shoulder a light squeeze as she turns to go. James takes some solace in this; if Lily already likes you well enough to offer you comfort, that’s at least something.
“Thank you, Lily.” Euphemia sends her an amused look before turning her attention to you. “It’s lovely to meet you. Are you hungry? We were waiting for you to start.” She sends Fleamont a pointed look. “James and I were, at least.”
You laugh awkwardly, letting James lead you over to the settee. “You didn’t have to wait at all,” you say, sitting on the far end and accepting the platter of cheese and fruit Euphemia passes over, “but thank you.”
“How was your flight?”
James lets his mum chat you up. Ordinarily, they’re each as sociable as the other, but Euphemia is likely trying to give James time to ground himself and he’s glad for the opportunity to observe you.
You’re every inch a princess, though that’s not surprising. You and Euphemia could be mirror images with your perfect postures and crossed ankles, if but for the Queen’s more casual garb compared to your stiff-looking dress. You look more like someone James’ family would meet in the throne room than someone expecting an invite to the solar. If you feel out of place, you don’t show it, all warm smiles and polite nods as James’ parents volley the conversation between the three of you. Though every topic revolves around your travels from Peleria and your stay in Gryffindor, it manages to dance gracefully around why it is that you’ve come.
It’s the things that go beyond propriety which give James a better sense of who you are. Despite likely being weary from a day of travel and frazzled at meeting what may soon be your husband and in-laws, you do your best to keep up your end of the conversation. You offer compliments of the landscape you noticed upon entering Gryffindor and the kindness of everyone you’ve met thus far. When Fleamont makes a joke and Euphemia talks over the tail end, you laugh so he knows you heard him. Perhaps most tellingly, James knows for a fact the grapes on your plate have seeds in them, but you swallow each of them down like you’d rather choke than admit it.
“Isn’t that right, Jamie?” Euphemia asks. James blinks, and she clues him in. “James knows all about where they keep the desserts. He used to sneak into the kitchen all the time.”
“Still do,” says James, unrepentant. “Just less sneaking involved now, I suppose. If you’d like something sweet, they keep most of the desserts on rotation but there’s always at least a couple tiramisus in the fridge.”
You hesitate, but Euphemia pipes up again, “That would be nice, I think.” She smiles compassionately in your direction. “We’ve kept you long enough, and I’m sure you’re tired. James can show you to some dessert and your rooms, if that sounds like something you’d like.”
You look more relieved than James thinks you mean to let show. “That does sound nice. Thank you.” You stand, looking like you’re about to curtsey again before hesitating and extending a hand to each of James’ parents instead. Despite his earlier uncertainties, you manage to make a handshake look warm and sincere. “It was a pleasure meeting you both.”
“We’ll see you around,” Monty promises. You do quite well at hiding your wince at the reminder: you live here now.
“That’s right.” You manage a laugh. “See you soon. Goodnight.”
James isn’t eager to be alone with you, but he’s been given a simple enough task. He makes it exactly three steps in the direction of the kitchen before you catch his elbow.
“Sorry.” You snatch back your hand as soon as James turns, eyes widening like you’re surprised at your own brazenness. “Sorry, but I was thinking that the kitchen might still be quite full, and I was wondering if we could go somewhere private? To talk?”
“I…sure.” James ignores the tight squeeze of dread in his middle. “You don’t want dessert first?”
You curve your lips slightly, a smile for politeness’ sake. “I’m not really very hungry.”
“Right then. Um, yeah. My room?” he chokes out.
“Wherever you think.” You gesture for him to lead the way.
James chatters nervously about everything you pass on your route. He’s never really considered his home so interesting before, and he’s not sure he does now—he blacks out on most of what he says, to be honest. A blink later and he’s opening the door to his bedroom, feeling the weight of your aloneness pressing in—
“Fuck’s sake, I thought you’d never be back! So, is she awful?”
Sirius swivels around in James’ desk chair, his mouth popping open when he sees you. The chair keeps turning without him to stop it, and James imagines his boyfriend is making a rather aghast expression at the wall.
“She’s not,” James says tightly. He turns to you. “You’re not. I, um.” He catches Remus’ eye. Remus appears predictably dismayed and also helplessly amused by Sirius’ misstep. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
“We thought you might want to talk,” Remus explains ruefully. “Hello,” he says to you, standing with a hand outstretched, “I’m Remus. It’s really lovely to meet you.”
You relax a bit at Remus’ kind tone and introduce yourself in turn, seemingly mindless of the fact that of course everyone in the castle knows your name already.
“We know who you are,” says Sirius. He seems to have recovered well enough to turn back around, though James notices he’s still a shade paler than usual.
Remus shoots him an exasperated look. “Please don’t mind him,” he says. “Sirius is protective of James. Sort of comes with the territory of being captain of the guard, you know.”
James remembers himself. “Remus is our seneschal,” he tells you. “He manages, um, domestic affairs.”
Remus turns a dull stare on him, and James shrugs apologetically. James has never had to describe Remus’ job to anyone before. Similarly to Mary, Remus’ title is sort of an honorary one. He began working in the castle as a page when he was young, and after his health prevented him from advancing in rank James’ parents found another way to avoid him returning to the orphanage. Euphemia prefers to manage the castle’s finances and affairs herself anyway; the seneschal title enables them to pay Remus enough to live comfortably while he gets to stay near Sirius and James. Whenever he makes too much fuss about earning his keep, Fleamont has him write up a report on what updated volumes are needed in the library.
You look between Remus and Sirius with interest. “Yes,” you say slowly, “I’ve heard of you, too.”
“You have?” Sirius forgets to be grouchy in his eagerness. “What have you heard?”
“Word gets around,” you say simply.
Oh, excellent. James suppresses the urge to put his face in his hands and groan. He can’t wait to find out what that means.
He can at least see a silver lining: some conversations would go much more smoothly if you already know one thing in particular.
“You wanted to speak with me?” James reminds you.
You seem to shrink in on yourself a tad. You cross your arms over your middle, eyeing the other two men in the room. “Yeah…”
“Something you can’t say in front of us?” Sirius challenges.
“We can give you some privacy,” Remus offers, though he doesn’t move, waiting for either you or James to tell them to go.
You look at James uncertainly.
“I trust them.” James goes to the end of his bed, sitting down. “If you’re comfortable saying whatever you need to in front of all of us, they can keep a secret.”
You’ve followed him to the bed but don’t sit when he gestures for you to. “It’s more of a question for you,” you say.
James nods.
“Are you…okay with this?”
The room goes so quiet James can hear the breeze whistling outside.
“I just mean,” you explain, “we haven’t had a chance to communicate directly in all of this. Everything went through our parents and representatives, and I just wanted to make sure that I’m not marrying someone who doesn’t want to go through with it.”
“Are you being forced?” James asks.
“No,” you hurry to say. “No, I just didn’t know if you were.”
“You thought you had to get me away from my parents to ask that?”
Your brow furrows. “I’m sorry if I—”
“It’s kind of you to ask,” Remus cuts in, “but James and his parents spent a lot of time discussing this before they agreed on his behalf. He’s not being misrepresented. That’s part of why they’ve asked for you to have a long engagement, so the allyship can be secured while the two of you are still getting to know one another.”
Remus’ gentle assurances bring more ease to your expression than James has seen since you arrived. “Okay. Thank you.” You drag your stare back to James with some effort. “I’m sorry if I offended you.
“You didn’t.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. It’s just been, you know.” He lifts his hands only to let them flop down onto the mattress. “A day.”
Your lips twitch in a flicker of a smile. “Yeah. My mother put me in this dress before I left this morning, and I think it’s done permanent damage to my sternum.”
“What a lovely parting gift,” Sirius intones.
You do smile at that. James relaxes some. “Would you like to change? One of us can show you to your rooms.”
“Lily showed me earlier. I think I can find it.” You start backing towards the door. “It was really nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” James and Remus say, while Sirius eyes you like he suspects a lie.
“Sleep well,” Remus adds.
You smile with such genuine warmth James swears he can feel it spreading through the room. “You too. Goodnight.”
The door closes behind you, and James flops backwards onto the bed, letting out a long exhale.
Sirius comes immediately over to lie beside him. “She doesn’t seem awful,” he notes, with an air of defeat.
“No, she doesn’t.” Remus stretches out on James’ other side, his fingers twining with James’. “It was nice that she cared enough to check in with you about whether you wanted the arrangement.”
Sirius scoffs. “Low bar for nice. What did Effie and Monty think?”
James groans and covers his face with his arms, dragging Remus’ hand along with him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Because it was horrible,” Remus asks, “or because you’re tired?”
“The second one.”
“Too bad.” Sirius reaches underneath James’ elbow to poke his cheek. “We need to know.”
“It was fine. They probably like her. I don’t know, she was nice, but we didn’t really get a chance to sidebar.”
“Maybe we can go ask?”
“Too tired.” James rolls towards Remus, his safer bet. He lets his cheek smush against the bed. “In the morning.”
“This is going easier than I expected,” Remus says, though he eases James’ glasses off, folding them neatly to set on the nightstand. “She might be alright with our arrangement.”
“Arrangement.” Sirius laughs. “Is that how you’d like to pitch it to her?”
James expects Remus to snark back, but he sounds hesitant when he admits, “I haven’t really thought of how to explain it.”
“I think she’ll be fine with it,” James says. “Takes some of the burden off her, anyway. Maybe she’ll be happy to know she could be in a relationship with someone else if she wants to.”
“Are Mary and Lily looking for a third?” Sirius jokes.
“They never fail to remind me that, should that spot ever open up, they’d like to see Remus’ application first.”
Sirius squawks, and Remus laughs as though completely unsurprised by his friends’ proposition. “Well,” Sirius says decisively, tugging Remus none too gently across the bed so that he can smother him, “they’ll have to duel me for him first.”
“Oh, don’t.” Remus’ eye roll is audible.
James rolls toward them both, landing a kiss on Remus’ cheek. “Me too, obviously.”
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