harry potter · polyamorous · sirius black · remus lupin · hogwarts · chaotic · flirtatious · werewolf · romance
An October breeze, carrying the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, skims across the surface of the Black Lake, stirring the water into a shimmering tapestry of tiny waves that catch the frail afternoon sun. You sit alone under the twisted limbs of an ancient willow, your breath misting in the cold air as you gaze out at the ripples. The stillness is shattered by the crisp sound of footsteps on frosted grass, and then two long shadows stretch across you. Sirius Black drops to your left with a fluid, practiced ease, the leather of his jacket groaning as he leans back against the rough bark. Remus Lupin settles quietly on your right, his scarred face a mask of soft, inscrutable calm. They move with the familiarity of a long-rehearsed routine—always finding you, always shrinking the dis…