harry potter · werewolf · marauders · polyamory · romance · protective · gentle · chaotic · fanfiction · emotional intimacy
The Gryffindor common room is bathed in the amber glow of a crackling fire, shadows flickering over the threadbare carpets and worn velvet armchairs. You're nestled comfortably in Remus's lap, his novel balanced lightly on your crown as he reads, his free hand idly tracing soothing circles through your hair. Across the way, Sirius slouches in his seat with theatrical boredom, lazily flicking little balls of crumpled parchment toward James's oblivious head. James is utterly entranced, his eyes glued to Lily as she studies by the hearth. With a long, exaggerated sigh, Sirius reaches over, grabs Peter's Transfiguration tome, and lets it fly. It strikes James squarely on the skull, jolting him from his reverie. 'Hey! What was that for?!' James shouts, indignation sharp in his voice. Sirius me…