#poly! wolfstar

Nothing beyond the space between you.

One of his hands slides slowly down your side, stopping at your waist with a touch that is careful, almost hesitant, as if he’s giving you time to pull away.

You don’t.

Instead, your own hands twitch where they rest against his thighs, the urge to touch him back building before you can talk yourself out of it.

After a moment you lift one hand.

Dark curls slip easily between your fingers as your palm settles at the back of his neck.

The reaction is immediate. A sound slips from him before he can stop it, something low and unguarded, and his eyes flutter shut for just a second as your nails lightly scratch at his scalp as your fingers tangle into his hair. When he opens them again, there’s a flicker of something unreadable there... something that makes your breath catch before you can stop it.

Your gaze drops to his mouth without permission. His breath stutters slightly as he notices, his own eyes flicking down to yours in return. Neither of you says anything about it, but the understanding is immediate all the same.

Slowly, carefully, you tug him closer.

The space between you disappears inch by inch until there’s barely anything left at all, until all you can feel is the warmth of him and the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears trying to drown everything else out.

Then—

A sneeze cracks through the room.

“CUT!”

The shout ricochets like a gunshot.

A wave of groans rolls through the set as Sirius freezes above you before dropping his forehead against your shoulder with a frustrated exhale. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” he mutters, voice muffled slightly as laughter starts somewhere off to the side.

Your eyes squeeze shut for a second before you let out your own defeated breath.

Of course.

Of course it was ruined again.

It's when you shift slightly do you finally register the change in the atmosphere.

Crew members were already moving in resetting positions, apologizing, laughing, shaking their heads like this is just another take gone wrong. Someone runs towards the bathrooms dabbing at their nose, mortified.

The two of you had been trying to film this damn kiss scene for almost an hour, and every time something has gone wrong. The lighting fluctuates just enough, there’s a glitch in the audio, there’s a wardrobe malfunction.

Everything seems determined to sabotage the moment.

Across the soundstage, the director finally loses it.

Oliver throws his clipboard before storming off, and the entire crew goes a little quieter in response. He’s known as a hard ass in the industry, but it was only a matter of time before he really snapped, and you’re not that surprised it’s now.

“Let’s take fifteen,” Oliver's personal assistant calls, trying to ease the tension on set.

Sirius runs a hand through his hair before offering you his hand and pulling you up off the mattress. “Upsie daisy, princess,” he teases as he gets you back on your feet.

You sigh, letting him take your hand as you both head off set toward the trailers. “They really don’t want us kissing today, huh?” you say with a quiet laugh.

Sirius huffs. “At this point I think the universe is personally invested in our downfall.”

You bump his shoulder as you shake your head lightly as you walk.

Sirius and you are currently on set for a romance film where you were cast as the unlikely lead opposite him, the main love interest. It had been intimidating at first, considering he’s the hottest actor on the market right now, and you hadn’t even been in serious contention at the start. Names like Lily Evans and singer Marlene McKinnon had been floated around as if the role already belonged to them, though both had later confirmed they were never officially offered it.

So came the search.

And after multiple auditions, callbacks, and chemistry reads, the director had eventually, reluctantly, settled on an unproven actress.

You.

You weren’t tested or proven on the big screen, but they were willing to take a chance on you— much to Oliver’s initial dismay. Their reasoning had been simple; there was something real between you and Sirius. A spark, a chemistry that didn’t feel manufactured, the kind that would sell a romance without trying.

Which, conveniently, would also be very useful during the press tour you were both already dreading.

By the time you reach the trailers, the air conditioning is a blessing against the lingering heat of the set.

Sirius drops onto the couch beside his best friend like he belongs there, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Remus? Do you want one?” you ask, already reaching back into the fridge for another bottle of water for Sirius.

“Want what, love?”

“Water?” you hum. “There’s still soda if you’d rather that instead.”

“Can you grab me a ginger ale, doll?” Sirius calls from where he’s practically leaning into Remus’s shoulder.

You glance over your shoulder at him, unimpressed. “And have you burp through our kiss scene? No thank you.”

“I’ll have a ginger ale then,” Remus interjects.

You turn more fully now, eyebrow raised as you look between the two of them. “You’ll let him have sips, Remus,” you point out, one hand settling on your hip like an exhausted parent.

“I would not—”

“You so would,” you cut in immediately, already grabbing a third bottle from the fridge. “I’ve seen the way you cave.”

You hand them each a drink before moving to your usual spot at the small counter where your bag is slung over the chair. Your script is still open, pages marked with annotations and highlighted notes, though something about it feels slightly off.

You frown.

It isn’t on the page you remember leaving it on.

Your gaze flicks back toward the couch.

Sirius is still leaned into Remus’s side, fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring on Remus’s hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

It’s painfully obvious to you.

Not just obvious.

Undeniable.

And what surprises you most isn’t that they’re close. It’s that no one else seems to see it the way you do, as if you hadn’t clocked the matching rings on their fingers the very first day you met during the cold read.

But it isn’t your place.

If they wanted you to know, they would’ve told you. And if they didn't want to then that’s their choice.

Still, it makes sense in a way, you don’t let yourself linger on it too long. Sirius Black is the most in demand actor in the industry right now, and if news ever got out that he was in a relationship... you can only imagine what it would turn into.

You’d like to believe people would be accepting, but parasocial fans had a way of proving you wrong.

“Hun?”

You blink, pulled out of your thoughts, and turn in your chair.

Sirius is looking at you now, curious.

“Sorry—what were you saying?”

“I was asking how you think the next take is going to get ruined,” he says, voice light, teasing, like he’s trying to lift the lingering exhaustion off the room.

You groan immediately, tipping your head back.

“Don’t even put that into the universe, Sirius.”