#poly!moonchaser

Remus had considered casting it for you, but Sirius’ temper prevented him from doing so. The thought of upsetting him even more, or embarrassing him by letting him know they’d even heard bits and pieces, wasn’t worth it. 

So, perhaps cowardly, Remus buries his face in his book. He doesn’t miss the glances that James keeps stealing from behind his own homework. Peter is probably doing the best job at keeping busy; he’s drawn his own curtains and must be ‘having an early night’ to escape it all. 

“I know, I know,” your voice carries slightly louder than Sirius’ heaving sobs, not-surprisingly strong, because Remus knows how well you always manage to keep it together for both of your brothers. 

“I can’t—I can’t—-”

“You can. You’re alright, Sirius,” you reassure him firmly, and he catches the movement of your hand brushing through his long curls as he lays his head in your lap, essentially cuddling your legs. “Reggie is fine. I’m fine.”

“I just wish you would both—both come with me,” Sirius says, his chest rising and falling with his cries. 

“I have to keep an eye on Reg,” you say quietly. 

“But you and Reg can come to James’,” Sirius pleads, “you know it’s better than at that house. It’s so much better.”

Remus listens to the silence of your pause. He has heard this conversation angrily whispered between the two of you too many times to count, and the verdict is always the same—you have to stay with your parents to look after Regulus. 

You always tell Sirius you’re not as brave as him to leave, but Remus always thinks you’re a different sort of brave for staying. He doesn’t blame either of you. Sirius deserves freedom, but you deserve it too— and so does Regulus. He thinks if Regulus could only take a chance himself, then you wouldn’t hesitate to leave your wretched parents behind, too. 

Remus notices the way James’ gaze flickers up at his name being mentioned, before his head immediately tilts back to his parchment and quill. James hasn’t written anything new in the last twenty minutes, and he’s awful at pretending. 

His lip is tugged between his teeth as if, for a brief moment, he can’t decide whether or not he should say something. Thankfully, Remus thinks, James decides to keep silent.  

“I’d love to come and stay at Jamie’s,” you tell him so gently that Remus wonders if you’re trying to stop yourself from becoming overemotional too. 

James pulls a face like he’s trying to do the same thing. 

“But more than anything, Sirius, I need to keep Reg safe.”

“That’s not your job,” he says desperately. 

“No, I know. It shouldn’t be.”

“He’s made his own mind up,” Sirius says, and like clockwork, he starts to get angry. “He didn’t want to come. He said himself that it is a privilege to serve Voldemort.”

You shush him in a way that only you are able to without making Sirius angrier. Remus would like to see anybody else try to silence the eldest Black sibling without getting their head chewed off. 

“Reg is younger than us,” you try. “And he’s confused and he’s wrapped up in the wrong group at the minute. But you know he’s just scared. He’s just listening to mother and father.”

“They’re not my mother and father,” Sirius protests sourly. “Might be yours and Reg’s, but not mine.”

Remus wants to jump in and exclaim how unfair that is. They all know how Walburga detests you almost as much as she hates Sirius. They all know how much the toxicity of the Noble House of Black gets to you—the pureblood traditions, the family duties. 

Sometimes, Remus wonders if it’s worse for you because you are the only daughter. He has a strong feeling that it’s been worse for you since Sirius left, a theory both him and James had whispered about before. Though you’d never say anything, and he was almost certain you’d never let it on to Sirius. 

Though Remus thought perhaps the reason Sirius was always so upset and angry at the world was because he did know it deep down. He likely knew how his estrangement was impacting the relationship between you, Regulus, and your parents. He wouldn’t say it out loud though, and maybe that’s why he blows up like this.  

It’s why you’re the only one who can help him. And you’d mentioned to James once about how you have to do the same thing for Regulus sometimes. 

Remus wonders what you do, when you must inevitably feel the same way as your brothers. You weren’t born to look after them, you weren’t created to make them feel better while you act as though everything is fine. You are not a robot, and yet he’s not sure he’s ever seen you cry about it. Even when Sirius is crying so hard he cannot breathe, and it looks like you’re seconds away from joining him. You never do.

“I just can’t stand how he won’t look at me. I wish I didn’t care about him.”

“He’s your brother. You’re supposed to care,” you tell him. “We all care about each other. You feel all of the care for him that mother and father should. Just as I do.”

Sirius’ sobs become less intense, dying down into embers of sniffles. Remus dares to glance up slightly, and he sees that Sirius has his eyes shut as you wipe a tissue across his face. 

“I worry about you too, Y/N,” Sirius murmurs after a few moments. “I know you hate it when I say that, but I worry about you the most. I don’t want them to break you or use you up. You’re too good. You’re better than I am. Or Reg.”

“I’m not. The three of us are all just different,” you say stiffly. “The cards that we have been dealt are none of our faults.”

Remus watches curiously, to see if you’re angry, but you only look defeated as you brush a curl out of his face. Sirius hums in the same bitter way Remus knows means he doesn’t agree, but he doesn’t argue with you either, and instead settles against you to lay in a blissful silence. 

It’s then that Remus watches you tilt your head to the ceiling, as if you are coming up for air, or breathing in something that doesn’t feel like clogged tears and heavy hearts. Your hand never stops brushing through Sirius’ hair, as if you are on autopilot, but he watches as your eyes begin to water. 

He quickly averts his gaze when yours flickers over, and with pursed lips, you flick your wrist and the curtain whizzes fully shut, closing the small gap. A moment later there is a faint buzzing of the Muffliato spell. 

Remus watches James finally stops pretending, and sits with his back against his bed, defeated. 

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It’s only a few days before the summer before your final year when James finds you quietly arguing with Regulus by the Potions classroom. 

He freezes in his tracks when he sees the tears that are silently streaming down Regulus’ face, and the distraught expression on yours as you sigh and bury him against your shoulder. 

“He left us, Y/N,” Regulus says, a mixture of strained anger and frustrated sadness. “He chose the easy way out— he didn’t actually care if we follow or not.”

“Reggie, he begged us to come,” you remind him softly. “He was going to stay, remember? You’re the one who told him to go in the end. Mother was being horrible to him.”

“But mother’s just… like that. To all of us sometimes. That’s just how she is. We still have to—respect her.”

“Sirius doesn’t see blood as an obligation the way that you do, Reg,” you remind him. “Sirius sees family in his friends. He sees it in you and I. He sees a future without mother and he decides that’s what’s best for him. I don’t blame him, Reg. Not after the things she said to him.”

“She says those things to you and you never leave,” Regulus says. 

James feels his heart squeeze in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t be listening, as he’s clutching his late Potions essay in his hands and hiding around the corner like a coward for you two to finish speaking. Only, he can’t help it. It’s sort of answering the missing puzzle pieces he could never ask you or Sirius, the ones that he and Remus often wondered about. 

“Right, but I can’t leave you,” you admit. “I’d rather die than leave you with them alone.”

“I could handle it,” Regulus replies numbly. “If you’d like to just leave, too.”

“You know I won’t go until you do.”

“If you ask me one more time, I’ll never speak to you again,” Regulus suddenly huffs, and even James can detect the trembling in his tone, but he knows it still must be terrifying for you to hear. “I’ve already told you—I’m committed to the cause.”

James sticks to the wall as Regulus marches past him—so blinded by his anger and desperation to escape the tension, that he misses him. James hesitates and wonders if he should confront you, but then he hears your shallow breaths and all reluctance flees out the window. 

“Y/N?” He murmurs as he rounds the corner, and you quickly flinch. 

“James,” you say firmly, and eye the papers he’s holding. “You just missed Professor Slughorn. I think he’s retired for the evening.”

“Oh—I’ll—leave them on his desk, then,” James replies anxiously, and scratches the back of his head as if it will stop the thousands of thoughts from flying around in there. All things he wants to say, but never could. 

You nod, and just as you turn to leave, he gently reaches out to you, his large hand splaying up your forearm and to your bicep, where he very carefully pulls you back into place, so you are subtly forced to look at him.  

“Regulus really doesn’t like it when other people know his business, so it’s best you don’t repeat anything that you heard,” you say. “Even to Sirius. Actually, especially Sirius.”

James becomes even more flustered as he clears his throat and shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to say anything to anybody—or Sirius. I just wanted to check on you.”

“Me?” You repeat, dumbfounded. “I’m alright.”

“Are you sure?” James asks. 

“Yes. Are you alright?”

James hesitates. “I’m fine, Y/N. You know, it’s just… Remus and I… we were worried about how much pressure there is on you. To keep it altogether. I can’t imagine how overwhelming it must be.”

Your nose prickles. James knows that you have the same self-destructiveness as your brothers—the thing he sees in Sirius all too often. He knows you have that same deep-down self-loathing, and the dismissiveness that comes with the Black genetics. 

He’s terrified of scaring you off. At least when he scares off Sirius, Sirius runs to you. He has no idea where you go. 

“If you ever need to speak to someone,” James attempts to smooth things over, but he can see it in the way your eyes shift behind him and in the movement of your pursing lips that he cannot save this. “Remus and I. And Peter. We’re all your friends, you know? And the girls, of course, but you already—you’d already know that. I hope.”

Lily has already confirmed to him that you do not speak to her about your issues when he dared to ask her once. He’s overheard Mary and Marlene whispering about the way you’re always looking after your brothers one night—as if you were their mother. 

“I know. Thank you, James,” you muster a small smile. “I should head off. It’s getting rather late.”

“Alright. Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, so softly that he’s unsure if you hear him, because you take off without looking back. 

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Summer arrives, and Regulus is hauled up in his bedroom, and you are in yours, your door open as you stare across the landing at Sirius’ closed bedroom door. It nearly makes your eyes water—thinking of your best friend in the entire world living somewhere else, so hurt by the family you’ve both grown up in, that he saw no other choice than to leave. 

You can hear mother crying down the corridor. She goes through phases where Sirius’ name isn’t to be mentioned, as if he is dead to all of them, and then other phases where she misses him like she has lost a limb; sobs wracking her body, her hands smacking surfaces. 

Yourself and Regulus have worked out it is best to avoid her when she is in a manic state. Often, your similar appearances to Sirius brought out the worst in her. Especially you, with your longer hair, and your braver personality. 

It is dinnertime when things blow up. 

The house elves have poured her too much wine. You know it, father knows it, and Regulus knows it too—but nobody says a word, because mother keeps ordering more and more, and perhaps secretly, you all hope she’ll become the sort of drunk where she passes out prematurely and is forced to retire to bed.  

Unfortunately, she does not this time. Tonight is one of her drunken rampages. One moment, she is eating, and the next, her glass is shattering against the wall behind father’s head, alcohol spraying everywhere as she screams in frustration. 

Father closes his eyes. “Walburga—”

Your foot touches Regulus’ beneath the table. His silver eyes are wide but trained on his food, his fingers stiffening around his fork. 

“How dare he!?” Mother sobs hysterically, and she starts to sink to the floor with her face in her hands. “How could he leave me? Why would he leave his mother!? After everything! After all I have given him!”

Her wails are haunting, sending shivers down your spine. You and Regulus say nothing but try to force down some more of your dinner, knowing what was to come. And it comes, seconds later. 

“The ungrateful bastard!” She screams, and begins to kick her legs out at the table. 

Father did not rise, but sighs heavily and drops his fork onto his plate, the clattering noise hardly heard about his wife’s racket. He pinches the bridge of his nose. 

You can see the terrified look on Regulus’ face. He is usually good at hiding how he truly felt, but he struggles around mother. You know he loves her, but he also fears her more. Perhaps because one moment Walburga is the acting as the doting parents she knows she should be, and the next, everything is souring and rotting, and the mask is peeled back and nobody is safe from her sharp tongue and stern glare.

You slide onto the floor beside her. “Mother. Mother, it’s alright.”

“No, it’s not!” She seethes. “What an embarrassment he has caused to this family! What a sick excuse for a son. He’s horrible. He’s cruel. A disgusting, filthy blood traitor.”

You can feel your pulse rising and you swallow, doing your absolute best to bite your tongue and keep your mouth shut. 

“He’s better off dead,” she snaps, and it’s your final straw. 

“Don’t say that,” you order, your voice strained, your face clamped in a mixture of horror and fear for the repercussions. “Don’t speak about Sirius like that.”

His name leaving your mouth makes her expression go so firm that it rivals that of a rock. Her hand smacks your face so quickly that you jolt backwards, wincing as Regulus audibly flinches behind you. Hot pain explodes across your skin. 

“You can be horrible as he is,” mother hisses into the silent room. “You’re just not brave enough to follow him.”

Your lips tremble, a mixture of the pain and the grief, and you pull yourself from the floor. Regulus is watching you like a hawk, his silver eyes shining so sadly that you want to grab him and haul him with you to the furthest place you can to get away. 

“You’re both dismissed from the dining table,” mother mumbles into the floor, and Regulus is quick to shove his chair back and grab you by your arm, tugging you away from the dining room. 

He leads you all the way upstairs and checks your face, his fingers and thumb pressing into your chin. You huff, your hands pushing him off. He only takes one step back so you can see his glare, your own fingers touching your face where it throbs.

“Let me look after you this time,” Regulus snaps, his voice thick. 

“No. I’m your older sister. I’m supposed to be the one who helps you.”

“You help Sirius and he’s older than you.”

“By a few minutes. That hardly counts, Reg—”

“Oh, just don’t, Y/N,” Regulus huffs, and you watch as he begins to sniffle to keep his tears at bay. “You can’t keep defending him.”

“I have to, Reg. He’s our brother. I’d die for him. Just as I would for you.”

Regulus shakes his head. “You shouldn’t do that for me. I’ve been thinking a lot recently and you should probably just go with him. I know he keeps asking you. He needs you more than I need you.”

“That’s not true!” Your heart stutters in your chest. 

“You’re not made for all of this, Y/N. You’re just going to waste your life if you’re here—looking after me. You should follow Sirius.”

You can feel your chest getting tighter and you will it not to. 

“Come off it, Reg. You’re teasing me and it’s horrible. You say this to me now, but you’ll only resent me for it later like you do with Sirius now. You didn’t blame him at first—when she started smacking him and he had to go.” 

Regulus shakes his head. “You know it’s more complicated than that with Sirius.”

“I don’t see why it should be. He’s your brother like I am your sister.”

Regulus shakes his head. “It’s not like that between us anymore.”

You hold on your throbbing cheek and close your eyes. 

“I’m coming back. But I am leaving for a bit.”

Regulus swallows. “Maybe you shouldn’t come back.”

You still. “I have to.”

“You don’t want to.”

“No, I don’t. But you’re here. So I’m here.”

Regulus huffs at you. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ll only start resenting me soon. If you haven’t already, subconsciously. And I don’t need your help. I don’t want your help. You’re only going to watch me take the dark mark this summer, you know. There will be absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.”

Your chest is heaving. “Regulus. Please.”

“If you stay, they’ll marry you off, or they’ll make you take the mark, too. You do know that, don’t you? You can’t look after me. I’m not a child anymore. I appreciate it all while it lasted. But now you’re in more danger than I am. You’re eighteen in November. You should take Uncle Alphard’s money and get as far away from mother and father as you can.”

“You don’t want that?” You ask him tearily. “To start your own life somewhere else?”

“I want it for you,” Regulus whispers. 

“I’m coming back,” you tell him thickly. “I’m just going to… stay somewhere else tonight. To cool off.”

Regulus nods, his eyes following you around the room as you begin to shove a few things into a bag. He can’t help but think that you remind him so much of Sirius, the way you put things in there without checking what it is or folding it first. 

One day he wants to follow you both. But he can’t leave yet.

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You purposefully do not pack enough clothes for more than two or three days, so that you will not be tempted to stay. You love Regulus more than yourself, but the idea of escaping the house you detest so much is often times so overwhelming that you worry you’ll act before you think someday.

You’re thinking of him the whole time as you approach the doors to the Potter household. You know he can handle himself for the meantime. He’s mother and father’s favourite by far; mother’s never laid a hand on him, though you’d never put it past her, because she never used to hit you or Sirius. You’ll be back soon. Regulus will be fine.

Right now, however, you are not fine.

Your hand creates a fist that gently knocks on the front door, and you budge impatiently from foot to foot as you wait for a response. It feels like your heart is attempting to make its way up your throat and spill from your mouth, your palms damp with sweat. 

When the door finally cracks open, you feel no better as James Potter’s face drops at the sight of you, stood in his front garden with a stuffed bag hanging on your shoulder. You hesitate, and plant a finger to your lips. 

Contemplation flickers across his face, his dark eyes pleading. “Y/N, are—”

“Shh,” you snip at him, “I don’t want Sirius to know I am here.” Your face softens and you tug your lip between your teeth. “I’m sorry. I had nowhere else to go.”

James swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly in his throat, and he leans forward to grasp your bag, and steps aside so that you can enter into the foyer of his family home. You’re silent as you follow him up the staircase, past the room your brother had recently become into possession of, and into his.

Your eyes widen a little at Remus sprawled out across James’ bed, flipping through what appears to be one of James’ superhero comic books. He quickly sits up at the sight of you, on his knees, and James clicks the door shut behind him, casting a silencing spell quietly.

“Y/N?” Remus murmurs, his eyebrows tugged together, so concerned he looked older. His hands twitch over his knees, like he wants to come over and hug you already.

“Sorry,” you sigh, though the exhale of air does nothing to release the tension in your chest, and it comes out as some sort of pathetic half-hearted noise. “I had to get away for a moment. I just don’t want—I don’t really want Sirius to know, because he’ll only worry more, and I can’t stay. I have to get back to Reg. But I couldn’t…” You swallow, and to your horror, your eyes begin to burn hot. “I couldn’t breathe in that house.”

“Shit,” James curses as tears silently cascade down your cheeks, and he lifts an arm to wrap around your shoulders, bringing you into his chest without hesitation. He feels you trembling as you wrap your arms back around him.

Remus sits at the end of the bed, his hands on his lap, his shoulders hunched as he sucks in a breath and holds it for a moment, sharing a soft, sad look with James.

“Sirius has gone to bed early, so you’re alright,” Remus murmurs, as if that’s any consolation to your list of problems. He understands perfectly why you wouldn’t want to speak to Sirius about them. Sirius would only try to convince you to run away. He had a habit of meaning the best, but only hearing what he wanted to hear—and telling you what he would do, and failing to realise that not everybody was like him. 

“Thanks,” you sniffle as you turn away from James, pressing your hands to your eyes.

“What happened?” Remus dares to ask, because he knows he will not like the answer, but a million different scenarios are running through his head, and he needs to settle on just one.

Your lips purse. “Mother—she smacked me.” Your throat bobs and you choke on another sob.

James’ jaw tightens and Remus looks like he can’t decide whether he wants to yell or be sick. They knew what Walburga was like; how the final straw for Sirius had been when she hit him so hard that he nearly fainted. From their understanding, it was mostly psychological and emotional abuse; shit designed to break you. 

They hope this is your final straw, too, but they also know you—and they know that you’re too stubborn to ever leave without your youngest brother. 

You sniffle and wipe your face. “Gods. This is pathetic. I am so sorry.”

“Why is it pathetic?” James protests. “You can speak to both of us. We’ve always told you that you can. Your mother is…”

“We’re not supposed to be like that,” you mutter, hastily ridding the puddles from your cheekbones. “We all said no…no feelings.”

Remus makes a noise in the back of his throat, and reaches his hand out to hold yours, squeezing your palm. 

“That’s what you said, sweetheart,” Remus says gently. “We already told you we’d be whatever you wanted us to be.”

You shake your head. “Sirius needs you both. I can’t take you from him.”

“We’re still there for Sirius, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be there for you, too,” James protests firmly, a conversation that the three of you have had far too many times over the last six months or so. “You don’t deserve any less than him.”

Remus hesitates. “You’re allowed to feel safe, too.”

James watches the way you pause, your watery eyes flickering between them both. “Do you feel safe with us?” He asks.

“When I’m with you two, I feel like I’m not looking after anybody for a few moments,” you admit quietly. “Like I’m my own person. Nobody’s sister. Nobody’s daughter.”

Remus can’t help but slide his hand up from yours, up your forearm, to your bicep, where he drags you closer to him. Instinctively, you bury your face into him like you had done with James.

“You’ve been distancing yourself from us, dove,” Remus whispers worriedly, stroking your hair. “Is it because you knew summer was coming up?”

“I don’t like relaxing for too long,” you mumble. 

James folds his arms across his chest. “By relaxing, do you mean feeling alright? Feeling happy?”

You shrug your shoulders, but it’s all the confirmation that they need to know that you’re just scared of having too much of a good thing, and the feelings that will come if it was to all go away suddenly. Sirius used to be the same. 

They remember a time before everything had gotten so bad, where you had been easy-going and light-hearted—where you knew everything about them, and they knew everything about you. Puberty and ageing had caused you to hang out Lily, Marlene, and Mary a bit more in the most recent years, but you in yourself had never changed. 

Not until the war became to prevelant in all of your lives. Not until Sirius left and your family was torn apart, you like a tuat piece of rope between them both, being tugged so hard that Remus and James were forced to wonder when you might snap.  

“We really like you,” James hesitates. “You should know. I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you, but…but you deserve to know. You can decide what you do with that information.”

You peel from Remus and glance up at him curiously. He nods. “Dove, we thought it was slightly obvious we’d be anything you want us to be. But we’d like to be more than what we’ve been for the last few months.”

“I’m scared.”

“We know,” Remus strokes your skin delicately. “We’ll look after you.”

He feels you sag against him at that, as James joins you, and runs a hand through your hair, his eyes meeting yours. He kisses your forehead.

“Just let us,” he proposes. 

You hesitate, but you nod. And Merlin, the feeling of the two bodies crushing you together feels so good. The pressure is perfect; the arms, the smells, the chests, the hair tickling you. It feels euphoric to indulge. And maybe you can stay here just a little while longer than usual.

It's late. The room is dimly lit by the lamp on your bedside table and the faint shine of moonlight filtering in between the curtains.

The sheets beneath you are damp with your sweat. They cling to your bare body, sticking to your back every time you arch away from the mattress, but you hardly notice them. You couldn’t if you tried. Your brain chugs along slowly, barely keeping up with the sensations between your thighs and the words your boyfriends say, let alone anything else.

Remus is kneeling between your legs, plunging his long cock into you with slow rocking motions of his hips, pushing and pulling a mix of his and James’s cum from your cunt—evidence of the several times they’ve each already had you tonight. They’ve taken you on just about every surface in your shared flat, in just about every position you could think of.

Now, they have you in bed. Remus has one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his large hand running up and down your thigh in a soothing gesture.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, his voice cracking when James bites his other shoulder.

James kneels just beside Remus, half his body concealed to you behind Remus’s frame. He had one hand in Remus’s hair, massaging his scalp. The other is pressed flat against your abdomen. His thumb dips into your folds and brushes over your clit. James’s eyes are filled with awe as he watches you over Remus’s shoulder. Watching you fall apart for them is intoxicating.

Every pass of James’s thumb makes your whole body jolt. A long whine is pulled from your lips as James goes from softly caressing to rubbing tight circles into the swollen bud.

“That’s it, give us another,” James coos as a tremor rips through your body as yet another orgasm crashes over you, dragging a guttural noise from your throat.

Your breath comes out in shallow pants as you try desperately to ground yourself, but it’s impossible with James’s finger still brushing against your poor, overstimulated clit. You screw your eyes shut and whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure. You open your mouth to beg him to stop, but your words all jumble together. He can hardly make out what you’re trying to say, but he has a good guess.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can,” James encourages you.

“Fuck,” Remus grunts, grinding into you a little harder as he nears another climax of his own.

All three of you feel the ache of overstimulation by this point, but Remus and James handle it better than you. Maybe it’s because they get breaks between their turns with you.

Remus slides his hands under your ass, lifting your hips to change the angle. The thick head of his cock bumps into that sweet, spongy patch inside of you with every thrust, pulling squeaks and squeals from your kiss-swollen lips. Your vision blurs with tears at the sensation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” James asks, watching the tears spill when you blink.

You reply with nothing but whines and nonsensical babbles. James’s chest rumbles with gentle laughter.

“Sorry, that question’s too hard right now, huh?” he teases.

“Look at her all dumb for us,” Remus says, slightly out of breath. “Drunk on our cocks, aren’t you?” he asks, not expecting an answer. Remus starts snapping his hips against yours a little harder, and more gibberish falls from your lips.

James plants a kiss on Remus’s shoulder before he shuffles away, moving to kneel by your head.

“Here, pretty girl,” James says, guiding his cock to your mouth for you to drool on. “Shh, there you go. That’s it. Good girl,” he praises as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

The salty taste of him coats your tongue as you suck on his cock like it’s the only thing you can remember how to do. You blink up at James with your pretty, tearful eyes, and he smiles warmly at you. Smoothing a hand down the side of your head as he whispers sweet praise at you, not that you’re able to process much of it.

There’s a dark glint in Remus’s eyes as he watches the exchange. The sight of you, dumb on both their cocks, sends him toppling over the edge again, stuffing you with even more of his warm cum.

Remus groans, slowing the movement of his hips to a stop, keeping his long cock buried inside of your pussy to keep you full as he comes down from his high. When Remus catches his breath, he gets James’s attention.

“C’mon, switch with me, James. She can take a little more. You can, can't you, baby?” he addresses you, leaning over you to run his knuckles down your face and over the hard bulge of James’s cock in your cheek. James shivers.

Remus’s gentle words and soft touch bring you back to the present for a moment. You release James’s cock from your lips with a pop and give Remus a small nod. Something tells you they won't be stopping anytime soon, and that’s your final thought before you slip back into the haze.

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You open the door to the boys room to their fond expressions before you start talking, barely pausing for a breath as you state, “Pandora told me that Evan told her that he didn’t actually like Barty in the beginning because he thought they were just friends- which, what?- so Evan didn’t respond to Barty’s owl so when they got back last semester, Barty started ignoring Evan so Pandora and Regulus came up with a plan to lock them in their dorm room-”

The boys watch you in varying stages of affection but the more you talk, the more your jaw starts to ache and the more you grow aware of how heavy your bag feels on your shoulder and the fact that you’re tired of standing.

You’d come straight from class to tell the boys about your day, wanting to share the news with them as soon as you could.

You’re aware of the fact that you tend to get a bit carried away, talking quite fast that it’s actually more so a rant while your brain feels like its playing catch up with your mouth.

Remus looks slightly concerned whereas James looks completely enamoured. James dopily smiling as you rush through your speech without pause as Remus’ gaze is locked on your heaving chest and your hand clenching your bag, so it doesn’t slip off of your shoulder.

“Breathe Dovie,” Remus says softly but you hear it, nonetheless, automatically attuned to his voice that it shocks you out of your rant, pausing unceremoniously as your face starts to heat in embarrassment.

You hesitate, noticing the notes scattered in front of Remus at his desk and how James is halfway dressed in his Quidditch Uniform.

A frown finds its way to your face, “I’m rambling.” You murmur with a slight wince; Remus offers you a comforting smile as James nods with a grin.

“You were saying?” James prompts as he situates himself on his bed, tugging on his socks as Remus tidies up his desk with an interested hum, keeping his body slightly turned towards you to convey his attention.

You bite your lip guiltily, “It was nothing, just something Pandora and I talked about today.” You say softly, wringing your hands together anxiously as you shuffle self-consciously on your feet.

Remus tsks from the right of you as James coos from your left, “Don’t do that.” James gently admonishes when you look up to meet his gaze.

You shrug in a helpless gesture before Remus starts to speak, “We were listening to you love” Remus tries to gently coax you back out of your shell.

You feel the excitement in your body start to fester into something more akin to anxiety, “I was kind of rambling,” you admit with a shy look.

“Sure,” James says easily and your heart twinges, “But there’s nothing wrong with that, we like hearing you talk about things you’re interested in” James states, comforting you so simply with a couple of words that you feel your previous excitement returning.

“Do you get upset at Jamie when he rambles about Quidditch when you know you don’t understand?” Remus says with a raised brow; you shrink into yourself meekly as you shake your head negatively.

Remus nods in approval, “Exactly, because you like seeing him happy because it makes you happy.” He says and a small smile starts to bloom on to your face.

“Do you get annoyed at Remus when he rambles about his novels when you know they’re not your favourite genre?” James prompts this time and with more confidence, you also shake your head no.

James smiles approvingly and you get the gist of the mini intervention.

You know they don’t mean to make you feel like you’re annoying them when you speak, that for the most part you’ve put pressure on yourself to mask most of the symptoms of your ADHD, but it hurts all the same after years of knowing that your brain functioned differently from other people.

“Alright?” James asks, watching you with a soft and fond expression on his face as you nod with a big smile.

“Good.” You affirm and the three of you share a smile before Remus clears his throat.

“You wanna continue your story angel?” he asks kindly, offering you an out if you wanted to take it.

You smile before nodding, watching James hesitantly, “Won’t you be late for practice?” you ask guiltily, worried about taking James away from his captain duties.

He shrugs nonchalantly, “I already told Sirius I’d be a bit late because I knew your class ended around the same time and I wanted to catch up with you.” He says.

Your heart flutters, you move from your position by the entrance of the dorm to take a seat next to James on his bed as the two of you face Remus.

You pat the spot next to you in offering before he shakes his head, “If I join you both, James won’t leave for practice and I won’t finish this essay” he says seriously and in tandem, you and James are pouting in sync.

Remus shakes his head with a tut, “Those won’t fool me, I know how you two get.” He admonishes you both fondly, exasperation tinging his tone.

Your frowns remain as Remus sighs dramatically, remaining unmoving from his chair as he gestures with his hands for you to continue talking.

“Well,” you start again, excitement returning as you begin to recall the details, “So Reg and Dora locked them both in the dorm because they thought if they stayed in their long enough that they’d give in and talk to each other. So, after like 3 hours, they come back to the dorm and Barty and Evan are like,” you pause to whisper as if it’s a dirty secret, “Naked in Barty’s bed together.” You laugh softly after saying that.

James and Remus’ eyes widen, “Crouch and Rosier?” Remus asks curiously, contemplating softly with a frown and you nod excitedly before James hums confusedly to your side.

You look at him in question, “I dunno, I saw Reg and Barty making out in the showers after the Slytherin vs Gryffindor match last semester” James says with a confused puppy expression as you and Remus gape at him.

“What?” he asks defensively before you squawk indignantly, hitting his chest. “And you didn’t tell us?” you screech, pushing at him playfully as he tries to protect himself with his hands.

He saw Marlene leaning against one of the posts of the building, and James began making his way over to catch up with her but thought better of it once he saw Dorcas Meadows sitting on a table in front of her. He smiled to himself at the thought of his friend’s happiness and took the path on the opposite side of the building in order to give them some privacy.

“Potter’s not working you lot too hard, is he? You’re actually making Slytherin sweat this year.” Dorcas taunted, earning her a chuckle from her girlfriend.

“Ha ha.” Marlene deadpanned before she let out a sigh. “He’s working us like dogs. I know he loves quidditch, but Godric.”

James knew he was pretty competitive, but he had a job to do as the coach, and like Dorcas said – it was paying off.

“He can be a lot.” Dorcas assuaged.

Marlene scoffed dramatically. “Sirius is a lot; James is too much. Honestly, I don’t know how Remus and Y/N keep up with him; he’s exhausting.”

James’ ears filled with cotton as his steps faltered and his heart sunk.

Is this really how his friends thought of him; was he exhausting? Too much?

James knew he could be a lot sometimes; a lot of energy, a lot of fun, a lot of love, a lot of mischief, a lot of noise...

But was he too much?

He loved you and Remus more than anything; he never knew it was possible to love two people so much.

Remus: the moon to his sun, his safe space, his level head, the cool side of his pillow.

And you: his sweet girl, his biggest supporter, his confidante, the quiet in the chaos.

And what was he, then? What was James?

He was loud, he was chaos, he was constant.

Maybe he was too much...

He’d spent five years with his sights set in the wrong direction before he realized he had everything he could ever want in the two of you, and by some fucking miracle, he’d managed to snag the two most wonderful people in all of Hogwarts, perhaps all of the UK; nay, the world.

Was he losing the two of you? Was he slowly pushing you guys away? Exhausting you? Were you two going to grow tired of James?

He couldn’t lose you guys; he couldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

You and Remus had been sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when Sirius came back from practice.

“Where’s Prongs?” Remus asked quickly, earning him a scowl from his long-haired friend.

“Gee, hello to you too, Moony.”

Remus’ sigh was accompanied by an eyeroll as he corrected himself. “Hello, Sirius. How was practice? Where’s our boyfriend?”

Sirius adorned a cheeky smile as he began loading up his plate. “Hi Remus, Y/N. Lovely evening we’re having. Practice went well; James is working us hard, but I think the extra work is paying off. We’re shoo-ins for the House Cup this year and-”

“Sirius!”

“Circe’s tits, Moons, is it almost your time of your month?”

He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grumbled. “Prongs is tidying up the field, told us all to hit the showers and head to dinner.”

“Black, you’re a dog.” You grumbled, earning you a boisterous laugh from the dog-like-man himself.

“You have no idea dollface.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe you left our poor, sweet boy cleaning up after you tossers out there all by himself. It’s getting dark.” You whined, looking to the windows.

“He’s far too nice to you lot.” Remus agreed, starting a plate for James pre-emptively.

You liked that about Remus. You loved that about Remus; predicting his loved ones needs, always one step ahead the rest of you.

You perked up when you saw the familiar head of hair make his way into the Great Hall, but had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach when you noticed his demeanour.

“Hey bubs.” Remus greeted, seemingly unawares of James’ dour mood. James smiled kindly at Remus, but you noticed the smile never reached his eyes.

You hated it.

“How was practice?” You asked quickly, earning you a scoff from Sirius.

“What? Don’t trust my word for it?”

“Sod off, Black.”

James itched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. “It, erm, it went well, I think. It went well, right Pads?”

Sirius looked inquisitively at his friend but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah mate, I think we’re definitely going to see a difference with the extra drills. Fenwick and I were just talking about it.”

“Fenwick? What’d he say? He thought the practice went well?” James asked eagerly.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a bemused glance as you watched James; he seemed to notice the silent conversation going on between his friend and his boyfriend and curled in on himself.

“Sorry.” He muttered quietly, poking at his plate with his fork.

“No worries Prongs. Fenwick said he was tired, but the good kind. He’s looking forward to the match this weekend.” Sirius said carefully. James hummed but that was the extent of the conversation.

“Everything okay, James?” Remus asked cautiously as Marlene and Dorcas sat a few seats down. James lifted his head and nodded quickly, offering a quiet “yeah.”

“What’s the matter?” You asked quietly, causing James’ eyebrows to furrow.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m not that hungry actually, I think I’m going to head upstairs.”

He didn’t give you any time to argue as he stood from his full plate and left the Great Hall.

You went to stand to go after him, but Remus grabbed your sleeve.

“You should eat, dove. No sense in both of you going without.”

“But-”

“We’ll bring him his plate in a little; let him take a minute to himself.” He offered, and though Remus sounded awfully reasonable, you didn’t like the idea one bit.

In the perhaps 45 minutes you and Remus spent in the Great Hall, James had already done his bedtime routine and had the curtains to his fourposter bed drawn shut with what sounded like a silencing charm cast around it.

You let out a sigh and moved towards Remus’ bed.

“It’s probably just an off day, dovey. He rarely has them; we can grant him this one, can’t we?” Remus lamented.

It didn’t feel like an off day, though. Not to you.

He’d been just fine when you bid him farewell before practice; he’d been talking your ear off about all the new drills he prepared and the extra practices he booked. He’d been your enthusiastic, sunny boy just a mere few hours ago, and now he was...well...this.

Had you done something? Had you not been enthusiastic enough about his stories? Had you said something to offend him? Maybe he didn’t want you here; maybe he wanted to spend tonight with Remus – he’s known him longer, maybe he’d be talking to Remus if you weren’t here right now.

“I can hear your brain in overdrive, dove. What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“Maybe I should go to my own dorm tonight?” You asked shyly, earning you an unimpressed look from Remus as he pulled his sleep shirt over his head.

“Fat chance I’m sending you down to the dungeons. I’ve already lost one cuddle partner.” His lip jut out comically at the end of the sentence and you felt some of the tension leave your body.

“Okay, big baby.” You acquiesced with faux resentment, laying back on Remus’ bed and welcoming him into your embrace.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow, yeah?” Remus said into your neck. “He’ll feel better in the morning.”

Except James did not feel better in the morning and now you were spiralling.

He’d woken up early to go for his run but didn’t ask if you wanted to join him (he usually woke you up as he extricated himself from the bed and would always ask if you felt like joining him. You’ve never said yes, but he always asked you anyway).

He changed quietly and sat at the desk to do some schoolwork. You woke up and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way to the washroom, which earned you little more than half a smile and a quiet “morning”.

You couldn’t take it anymore; the nerves were eating you alive, and they were only made worse when Remus woke up and James was just as cold with him.

“Jamie, have I done something?” You blurted, causing both boys to look at you in horror.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I’m sorry if I’ve done or said something to offend you. I know I can be harsh sometimes and I know that I’m not often as kind as the two of you; certainly not as nice as you, Jamie. But I often think you guys have worn off on me a bit and I’m a little less Slytherin-y and-”

But Remus cut you off as you started to ramble. “Whoa, dove. Take a breath, yeah? You’re alright.” He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently rubbing his thumb along your collar bone.

“I’m really sorry, Jamie.” You said again, feeling your eyes well with tears.

James' eyes mirrored yours as he looked at you in horror. “No, angel. No! You’re perfect, I swear!” He said, tears finally betraying his inner turmoil.

“What has you so upset then, Jamie?” Remus asked gently, which caused whatever dam James had set up behind his eyes to fully burst.

“It’s not you guys, honest!” He cried miserably.

You felt all the blood drain from your face at the sight; you’d never seen James this upset before.

“Oh, Jamie.” Remus cooed in an exhale moving towards him, obviously just as distressed at James’ upset as you were. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been exhausting you lately. I don’t mean to be too much.” James whimpered between sobs. Your hands twitched as you stood uselessly, staring at Remus cradling James’ broad frame and gently rocking him back-and-forth, rubbing broad strokes up and down his back.

“Why...why would you say that, Jamie? I’ve never found you exhausting. ‘Too much’?” You asked incredulously, feeling sort of nauseous at the insinuation that you could ever grow tired of the effervescence that was James Potter. 

“I overheard people talking about me.” He admitted shyly from the crook of Remus’ neck. Remus’ movements stuttered before he quickly resumed his ministrations.

“Who?” You said simply, hands balling into fists at your sides. 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” You argued.

“Easy, dove.” Remus placated, pressing a gentle kiss into James’ hair. “I don’t need to know who it was, because they are so far off from the truth.”

“Can’t be too far off, I’ve known her my whole life.” James muttered.

“McKinnon?” You asked with a scoff. You were answered by James’ silence.

“Jamie.” You said sternly, stepping towards your boyfriends and causing James to look up at you. “You have been nothing but pure joy since the moment I met you, and any moment I get to spend by your side is an absolute honour; do you understand me?”

James sighed and tried to turn back into Remus’ shoulder, but you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“I love you so unbelievably much, I worry about my sanity sometimes. One of the best things about me is getting to love you, and having convinced you to love me back. Okay?”

“Okay.” He whispered back, offering you a soft smile.

“Yeah?”

James chuckled sadly and took your hand in his. “I love you, Y/N.”

“That makes me the luckiest girl in the world.” You promised him.

Remus continued rubbing James’ back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you got into uniform. 

“You okay, Rem? I’ll catch up with you guys later?” You asked him quietly. Remus nodded at you and accepted a chaste kiss to his lips.

You pressed a kiss to the top of James' head, reminding him again that you love him and you’d see him later before heading out in search of the person on your radar. 

Sirius had gotten up today to find James already gone on his morning run and you and Moony still asleep in bed, so he decided to take the initiative and organise the supplies for the Marauder’s next prank.

“Oi, Black.” Sirius heard, causing him to pause in his steps down the corridor. 

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were in nappies; I’m pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost comically as you looked him up and down once, seemingly almost disgusted at the thought of calling him by his given name.

“Right, I will not be doing that. Listen, you’re friends with McKinnon, yeah?” You redirected, falling into step with him as he carried on towards the potions supply closet. 

“Marlene? Yeah.”

“‘Kay, deal with her then, because it won’t be pretty if I have to.” You said darkly, causing Sirius to pause again and grab you by your elbow.

“Whoa there; what are you on about?”

You turned towards him with darkened eyes, quite possibly the most like your parents he’d ever seen you. “She upset James.” You said simply. 

Sirius scoffed. “Please. James doesn’t get upset. She probably just cheered for his rival team at the World Cup or something.”

“Black. My sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend is upstairs crying right now because he was told he was too much and exhausting.” You said severely, causing Sirius’ heart to stutter. 

His heart picked back up in double time when he noticed your eyes fill with tears.

“And if McKinnon is left to me, it won’t be pretty.” You concluded, sniffing quickly and stuffing your emotions back down deep into your stomach like Sirius knew you’d been raised to do.

“Crying?” Sirius asked breathlessly.

“Sobbing.” You corrected.

Well.

Well, this just wouldn’t do.

Turns out, Sirius was going to get detention for hitting a girl today. 

“Oi! McKinnon!” Sirius called out when he spotted Marlene sat under a tree on the Hogwarts grounds. “Take your earrings out, you and I are fighting.” He called as he got closer, pulling his earrings own out pre-emptively. 

Marlene scoffed. “Have you taken one too many bludgers to the head there, Black?” 

“What’d you say to James?” He carried on.

“Potter?”

“Sod off, McKinnon. What’d you say?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since we all left practice yesterday!” She argued.

“Well you said something, seeing as he’s now apologising to his boyfriend and girlfriend for being ‘exhausting’.”

Sirius watched understanding pass over Marlene’s face as she sighed.

“Oh for- …he wasn’t meant to hear.”

“Make it a habit of talking poorly about your friends behind their back?” Sirius accused.

“Take it easy, Sirius… she didn’t mean it.” Dorcas interjected, causing Sirius’ stormy glare to look her way.

“Then why’d she say it, huh Meadows? Are you calling her a liar then?”

“I was just tired and sore after practice yesterday, Sirius…” Marlene mumbled.

But Sirius didn’t care; he didn’t want excuses. He wanted everyone to see the James that he saw:

James, who had so much love to give.

James, who gave everything he did 110%.

James, who took care of everyone around him like his life depended on it.

James, who pushed his team to victory because he knew they were capable.

James, who knew he was pushing his team hard so let them all leave early whilst he cleaned up after them.

James, who brought out the best in everyone around him.

James, who offered him a home when he had nowhere to go.

James, who was everyone's safety, smile, sanctuary.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend so much of your life finding flaws in everyone else, Marlene, you’d have a little more time to work on your own. I suggest starting with your poor fucking attitude.” He shot at her, feeling the generations of vile, vicious Black’s creep into his psyche. “Perhaps then you’d manage to be even a quarter as loved as James is.”

“Was that really necessary, Black?” Meadows barked angrily. Sirius scoffed in return.

“No more necessary than what she said about James. No one upsets Prongs like that, you hear me? So tell your girl to watch her fuckin’ mouth.”

And he stormed back up to the castle. 

Remus was understandably distressed.

If having his usual bright, sunny boy so down and turned in on himself wasn’t bad enough, you seemed to be equally if not more distressed on his behalf.

He’d been sort of nervous when you took off this morning, but when Remus saw Marlene in one piece in Charms later in the day, he knew you hadn’t done any (permanent) damage.

James was glued to your and Remus’ sides for the remainder of the day, and you were both more than happy to fawn over him as much as he needed. His mood didn’t seem to improve for your efforts, however.

The three of you were eating dinner with Sirius who was carrying most of the conversation on your behalves, which you and Remus (and likely James) appreciated, when Barty approached the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Y/N, I just had the most brilliant i- whoa, wait, whoa, what the fuck?” He cut himself off, looking to the group in horror.

“What’s up, junior?” You asked calmly, feeling particularly defensive of your boyfriend and keeping an eye on James in your periphery.

“What happened to Potter? What’s going on?” He asked, sounding particularly disturbed causing Remus’ brows to furrow bemusedly. 

No one seemed to have a good answer; Sirius and Remus exchanging confused glances, James lowering his head in shame, and you rolling your eyes at your friend's dramatics.

“Who did this?” He asked then, voice taking on a shrill quality. “Y/N? Did you do this?” He demanded, gesturing to James.

“I did not do this!” You shouted back.

“Okay well this is bad!”

“I know it’s bad!”

“No, this is bad, bad. This is like… this is. I have no words. Y/N, fix it, fix it right now.” Barty insisted, roughly jostling your shoulder as if you were simply standing here negligently as your boyfriend suffered. 

Remus, James, and Sirius all watched in abject fascination and horror.

“Who did this, Potter?” Barty asked quietly, turning his attention to James when he felt he wasn’t getting answers from you. “Give me names; who disturbed the delicate balance of the universe?”

James’ eyebrows were in his hair as he looked between you and Barty.

“Oh gods,” Barty breathed. “It’s worse than I though.”

Barty shoved his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a lolly. “You like candy, Potter? Here.” He said as he threw the lolly at him without waiting for a response. “I have more, one sec.” 

With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.

“Why do you have so many lollies, Junior?” Sirius asked, reaching over to grab one from the pile which earned him a squeal and a harsh smack on the wrist from Barty.

“None of your sodding business, Black.”

Remus delighted in hearing a slight chuckle under James' breath.

“Why do you have so many lollies?” Remus asked instead, knowing Barty was slightly less volatile with him than with Sirius.

“I was trying to quit smoking. Now I’m just addicted to sugar and cigarettes. Also, Y/N likes them.” He said, producing one from your pocket with a flourish to hand it to you.

“M’lady.” He said with a bow before resuming his piling of more lollies in front of James.

“I think that’s enough lollies, Junior.” Sirius suggested, earning him a scowl.

“The world is fucking topsy-turvey right now, Black! I don’t see you doing anything to correct it! Absolute tosser, thinking I can just go about my day when everything is wrong.” Barty was mostly muttering to himself at this point as he pulled his bookbag over his shoulder and started discarding various things onto the table.

“Why are you all just sitting there? Do something, for the love of Salazar!” He shrieked. “Fix this Y/N! Fix it now; I’m running out of candy!”

And with this, James dissolved into a fit of laughter, causing Barty to pause and whip his head to face him.

Remus wasn’t always Barty’s biggest fan, but he knew that you cared for him and more importantly, he cared for you, and right now Remus could kiss the sod right on the mouth for managing to bring a smile to James' face.

“Is this a fucking joke to you, Potter?” Barty asked incredulously, causing James to laugh harder and even encouraging a laugh from you. Barty’s face softened immediately at the sound and turned to beam at you. 

“There!” He proclaimed then. “All better!”

And with that, Barty headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

“You’re welcome everyone! I just corrected a major blip in the universe; but this is the last time I do it for free!”

James began to catch his breath and wipe away tears from under his eyes. 

“See?” You said, reaching across to gently shake James’ wrist. James caught your hand before you could pull it away from him. “Even Barty likes you just the way you are. And he hates Gryffindors.”

James barked another laugh at that and let out a steadying breath. 

“Not as much as we do, though.” Remus pressed, resting his forehead against James’ temple as he pulled him closer into his side. 

“Thank you guys.” James admitted quietly, squeezing your hand that he still held captive over the table.

“There’s nothing to thank us for, bubs.” You insisted, causing Sirius to snort.

“Yeah. These two did fuck all; you should be thanking Junior.” 

You all started laughing again, distributing lollies to the younger students sitting around you.

you and Remus were on the couch watching tv, while James raked through the kitchen in search of god knows what. 

he was making a noise, and quite frankly, he was giving you a head. 

“Jamie!”

his clattering stopped at your call of his name, a sheepish grin on his face as he came back into the living room. 

“yes love?”

you cradled his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs across his cheeks while his eyes flicked between you and Remus. 

he already knew why you shouted on him, but James didn’t want you to get annoyed at him for it. 

“what are you looking for?”

Remus sat up behind you, soothing a hand across your side while speaking to James. 

“you’re making a lot of noise James, whatever it is can’t be that important”

you watched as James’ brows knitted together, a pout tugging at his lips. 

he was in on himself, you could tell, and it made you frown. 

“ignore Remus, what’s wrong James”

James shook his head, resting his hands on the back of the couch. 

“next doors cat is back. do you remember where i put the kibble?”

that made you laugh, amusement painting your features. 

of course James was trying to feed the neighbours cat again, even after they had asked him to stop. 

but Remus disagreed with James, had told him plenty times to stop. 

“you’re still trying to kidnap Mango?”

James chuckled, nodding his head with a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

“yeah so come help me look, please?”

you stood from the couch, even as Remus tried to keep you in place. 

his hands rested on your hips, trying to pull you back to him. 

“Remus… you don’t have to like it, but it makes him happy”

he cast a glance to James, and then back to you before he sighed. 

“i’m not talking to the neighbour if you two steal her cat this time”

both of you smiled at his words, while you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. 

carefully, you rounded the couch and moved into the kitchen while James followed after you, already hatching a plan on how to catch the cat. 

“you get the kibble and i’ll do the catching, i’m not cleaning you up if the cat scratches you again James”

“Yeah, but there’s something I want to ask you.” You flit through the sheets quickly, landing on a sentence you’ve underlined in red. “I don’t think you’ve worded this right; it doesn’t make sense.”

Remus furrows his brows, accentuating the freckles that have already started to appear. He likes them because they take attention away from his scars. But they’re beautiful on their own- clusters of downy dandelions in valleys of soft grass. They make him look boyish in the way he really is.

It does mean, however, that he hasn’t been wearing sunscreen regularly; he wasn’t this speckled last week. You bring a hand under his chin, tilting his face upwards, beaming at him your sweetest smile. He looks confused- wide-eyed, doe-like- and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. “Close your eyes, love.”

You spray him like a fly.

“AH- bloody hell is that?” He sputters, recoiling away from you.

“It’s sunscreen; now come back- I’m not done.”

“You’re mad if you think I’m going anywhere near you!”

You shake the bottle menacingly, pointing it towards him like a gun. “You’re just as bad as Sirius; come here!”

He does, reluctantly, but his pout only makes him cuter. You reach back into your bag, and he eyes the spray, offended, when you replace it with a sunscreen stick.

“Don’t start, Lupin; I knew you’d run.”

He grimaces when you run the balm along his cheeks, but stays still nonetheless. You’re massaging it into his skin when James joins you on the patio, club swung over his shoulder.

“Moony, you look absolutely miserable.”

“He may be miserable but he’s not getting skin cancer.”

“Too bad you couldn’t save him from premature wrinkling.”

Remus scoffs. “I’m not wrinkling; I’m 24.”

“Twenty-four and wrinkly, my love.” James kisses his lips to appease him. “And graying, too.”

— #𝜗𝜚 poly!moonchaser

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