Written for: Pokemon: (Pokeball) Hairdresser - Poliwag: (word) coffee, (Colour) Silver. (Trope) Geek/Loser gets a makeover.

Film Festival: Setting: Park, Emotion: nervous

Moresome May - Tattoo Artist

Assignment 9 - Astronomy - Write about a difference of opinion

Scavenger Hunt - Write about a member of the Black family

Cooking Club: Food - Hot Chocolate

Showtime: Word: Plan

Sophie's Shelf - 13 - Write about someone hypnotising (figuratively or literally) another person

Disney Challenge - Write about an inseparable pair

Lyric Alley - Madam, my dear, my darling

Emy's Emporium - Write about someone who is very charismatic

AAA - Jealousy

Chocolate Frog: An outcast

Debate Club - Fanon - Tattoo Artist

Geek Pride - Stand 1 - Non-magical

Photography Month - Write about a bright idea

Insane Challenge - From This Day Forward

From This Day Forward

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Sirius Black never planned to fall in love with someone else.

It all started when Remus Lupin walked into the hairdressers. Sirius' life was somewhat normal up until that point. He went to work every day and flirted with all the women who came in. He went home and had what could only be described as fantastic sex with his best-friend-turned-boyfriend James Potter. Life was amazing.

Until Remus Lupin walked into his life; the shy guy walking into the hairdressers and somehow throwing Sirius completely off his game. Remus asked for advice on hairstyles, his cheeks turning red and a stutter in his voice as he nervously tugged at the sleeve of his ugly cardigan.

Sirius was captivated.

...oOo...

Sirius fumbled with a glass as he washed it. His gaze had drifted to the man he had met three days prior and he felt guilty. Yes, he had found other guys attractive before - it was only natural, as had James - but not to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about them.

It wasn't fair to James that he felt this way about someone else. James should be everything and there was no space for a silly little crush. He would never act on it - he would never do anything to jeopardise what he had with James because James Potter was his soulmate and nothing could mess that up.

"Something's wrong," James said, coming up behind Sirius and putting his hands on Sirius' waist. Sirius stilled for a moment before leaning back against his lover, setting the glass down in the process. A loud sigh escaped his lips.

"I think it's bigger than the usual 'I hate doing the washing up, won't you do it, James?' and I can't work out what's wrong," James continued. "I think you're scared to come to me to talk about it or that you don't know how to approach the subject. I'm here now and I'm listening so talk to me." His voice was soft with no judgement at all and Sirius knew he could share anything with James. After all, his boyfriend had been there for the darkest moments of his life.

James was always so calm and Sirius felt himself relax under James' words. The calmness was infectious and Sirius felt himself being guided from the kitchen and to the living room. He was secretly grateful, knowing that James would end up doing the washing up instead of him.

They sat down together and he cuddled against James on the sofa, smirking when James muttered half-hearted complaints about Sirius' wet hands soaking his t-shirt. He knew James didn't really care about that and snuggled in closer, feeling James' arms tighten around him protectively.

"You're my soulmate," Sirius finally said. "I'd never cheat on you, you know that."

"I don't doubt that for a second. You can be a shit, but you'd never hurt me like that," James agreed.

"I… Sometimes we're attracted to other people. We don't act upon it though. But someone came into the hairdressers and I can't stop thinking about him." Sirius stopped, taking a breath and looking up at James, scared of James' reaction. He knew if it was him, he'd be freaking out by now. He'd be scared that he was going to lose James. But James didn't look upset in the slightest.

"It's an attraction," James murmured. "What me and you have… that's real. Soulmates. Forever. I know you won't stray so I don't see a problem. Sirius, I trust you."

"But there is one. I don't want to be thinking about someone else - attracted to someone else. I only want to think of you," Sirius insisted, still feeling guilty. He didn't deserve James. It wouldn't be so bad if this had happened to James too. But since it was just him, he had obviously messed up.

James grinned, completely throwing Sirius out of his guilt-ridden mood for a moment. "Well I suppose we just need to get this guy out of your head. I'm sure I can make it so you only remember my name and not anyone else's."

Sirius returned the grin. This would work, he decided, as he allowed James to push him back on the sofa. James always came up with the best plans - which mostly involved the pair of them getting naked.

...oOo...

James Potter never planned to fall in love with someone else.

It all started when Remus Lupin walked into the tattoo parlour where James worked part-time. He had seen Remus before at University, but that had only been from a distance - in passing. Up close was something very different. James' life had been normal up to that point… well, as normal as it could be when dating Sirius Black. He went to University almost every day, working the rest of the time in the tattoo parlour. He came home and listened to Sirius gossip about the people who came into the hairdressers and spent the night in the arms of his soulmate. His life was perfect.

Until he met Remus Lupin. He had never been prepared for someone to just sneak under his radar like Remus did when he came into the tattoo parlour, asking advice on getting a tattoo. In the hour James spent advising him - going through designs, talking about placement, pain, recovery and giving Remus a quick lecture on how tattoos were forever - he was completely captivated.

...oOo...

Remus Lupin never expected to fall in love. He never expected to fall in love twice in the space of a week with two different men which was ridiculous.

The first, a man whose fingers had slid so intimately through his hair when discussing styles, causing Remus to stutter and blush like an idiot. Wicked, grey eyes and a smirk that just promised bad things. There was a look in his eyes that made Remus feel desirable. He had never felt desirable before.

The second a care-free man with hazel eyes who brought about a calm that Remus rarely was able to feel. Someone who spoke to him in a way that made him feel like every word that fell from his lips mattered. And that was something Remus rarely felt too.

Between the pair, Remus began to reconsider the makeover he was planning. He had heard a group of people at University taking the piss out of him. He had gone through that in school for years and had thought that would be over, but the doubts took over. He had moved away from Wales, hoping to start new. But London wasn't much better. The cruelty followed which made him think that maybe these people were all right.

Maybe there was something wrong with him after all - maybe the bullies had been right.

He had planned a makeover. Not knowing anything else to do, he decided it was a good idea to do what he saw on the stupid rom-coms that he watched sometimes. The geek gets a makeover and everything works out. Why not try that?

But he decided that he had to go ahead with the plan. He just had to ignore the two men that had basically stolen his heart because they were way out of his league.

...oOo...

Sirius hated how he felt. James had made a similar confession to his own over lunch two days later and though he understood all too well, insecurity welled up through him because someone out there caught James' attention. He did his best to push his jealousy deep down because he didn't want to drive a wedge between him and James.

James was his world after all. Nothing would come between them and he just had to be a better boyfriend. That's why James got treated to a post-lunch-blowjob in the vacant back-office of the tattoo parlour.

Let whatever stranger turned James' head have that sort of effect on him, Sirius thought smugly as they left the office, just as someone opened the door causing the bell above it to jingle. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the person who had turned his own head.

The man froze upon spotting him, his lips parting in surprise. But before Sirius could say anything, explain the guy to James, he heard James' voice from behind him.

"R—Remus, you're back?"

Sirius turned around and saw the guilt on James' face. "You know Remus too? He came in the other day to get his hair done." James gave him a questioning look and Sirius nodded slightly.

"Remus, I was just about to call you. Can we do your appointment next week? Family thing."

Remus looked between the pair, nodding his head. "Sure. It's half-term next week anyway so it's better for me. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah our mum needs us to do something," James explained.

Remus looked relieved and smiled at the pair. "Sure. When can you schedule me in?"

"We can look at designs again on… can you call here tomorrow and I'll have a better idea of what to do."

Remus nodded his head. "Sure."

"Same with your hair appointment," Sirius insisted, shooting his best smile. He watched Remus' eyes fix on his lips for a long moment. "I'll be in touch!" With that, he rushed out of the place, leaving the two men in silence.

"So, it appears we're both attracted to the same guy," Sirius murmured uncertainty. What if James fell for Remus and the pair ran off together, leaving Sirius mourning his soulmate and the guy he was infatuated with.

"Hey," James said, moving closer and grabbing Sirius' hands. "Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. What do we do about Remus?"

"I… I like him but I love you. I wouldn't cheat—"

James smirked. "You know, I think you'd look pretty hot together. How about we get to know him."

"Together?" Sirius asked.

James brought a hand up to stroke Sirius' face. "You're the love of my life," he said. "I'd never do anything to hurt you but I saw the way you looked at him and I heard the way you talked about him. Remus has had an effect on you."

"And you," Sirius said, though there was an accusing tone in his voice that he hated.

"And me," James confirmed. "But I'll ask this once only. If you don't want this, I'll drop it and never talk about it again. I love you and would never hurt you. I promise you that. But at the same time, I would do anything to make you happy. This is your call."

Sirius took a breath and another, knowing that James would never do a single thing to hurt him or ruin what they had. He took a moment to just remind himself of that before looking into his boyfriend's eyes.

"You want to add him to our relationship?" he asked.

James shook his head. "That's not my choice. But if you want, we could invite him to lunch."

"Why not just suggest a threesome?" Sirius questioned.

James shook his head. "Because if I had to share you with someone, it'd have to mean a hell of a lot to all of us," he explained. "Sex means something to both of us. Could you really have a threesome with someone that meant nothing to any of us?"

"What if we find out he means nothing?"

"Then this is done. If anything about this leaves a single doubt, it's over before it starts. Your happiness comes before anything."

Sirius smiled. "Okay. One date and… and we'll see."

...oOo...

Remus wasn't sure what to expect when he was invited to look through books of tattoo designs in the park. Had it been in the tattoo parlour, he'd have assumed it was a normal appointment. But the park could mean something different.

He told himself not to get his hopes up. After all, James the tattoo artist was way out of his league. At first he had thought James was taken, but the 'our mum' comment had him relieved. The handsome pair were brothers which meant maybe there was a slim chance that James actually wanted to see him again.

James had texted that he would bring food and to get there for eleven which was good. The park would be nice and quiet at that time. It would allow for a bit of privacy too.

He was a few minutes early to the park though and he walked through, searching for James. It was a warm day, though he had worn one of his favourite cardigans for comfort because he needed anything that stopped him feeling nervous.

He noticed James first. A picnic blanket had been thrown over the grass and a few of the things had been laid out, but at his side, sat the hot guy from the hairdressers. The guy he had assumed was James' brother. But seeing the kiss they shared, he really hoped they weren't related.

This was a bad idea. He had gone in with his hopes up and it turned out the two men he had been obsessing over were in a relationship with each other.

He turned to walk away and had taken about three steps before he heard his name. Not wanting to be rude, he stopped walking. He would get through this quickly and move on from this pair.

It was the hairdresser that had rushed over. "Hey, we almost didn't see you," he said, giving Remus a blinding smile. "Come, we spent all morning getting this picnic ready for you. We didn't know what you liked so we prepared everything."

"It sounds like you've put a lot of work in," Remus commented, stuck on the word 'we' that fell from Sirius' lips so easily.

"Yeah, well we wanted to make a good impression," Sirius said, grabbing Remus' hand and leading him over.

Remus obediently followed and found himself being pulled to sit between the pair.

"You saw us kiss and were leaving," James said softly. "Sirius ran off before I realised that you were there."

"I… I didn't want to intrude," Remus replied.

"And the fact that you arrived early has derailed my plan." Remus opened his mouth to apologise but James shook his head. "My fault. Sirius is often late and I'm not used to people being early. So I'm not going to beat around the bush with this—"

"We both want you," Sirius stated, shifting closer to Remus.

Remus turned his gaze back to James just in time to see James giving Sirius a warning look. "To make things clearer: Me and Sirius are in love. We've never considered adding someone to what we have, but…"

"Wait. Are you asking me for a threesome?" Remus asked, slightly offended. "I'm sorry, I should go."

James grabbed his arm and Sirius' hand rested on his knee. "Don't," Sirius said, a pleading tone in his voice. "That's not what I meant. We want to date you."

"Wait. What?" Remus froze, his head turning back and forth between the pair. "What?" he repeated.

"One date," Sirius said. "I love James, he's my soulmate. I've looked at other guys… we both have. But we've never been... you know…"

"We've admired and that's it," James explained. "Because we've known each other for years. We were best friends first. We'd never cheat and I've never been attracted to anyone else since starting my relationship with Sirius. But then you walked into the tattoo parlour."

"And a few days before, I was having a crisis after falling for you when you came into the hairdresser," Sirius said eagerly. "The thing is, Remus, we've both fallen for you separately and then when you came back and we realised we had fallen for the same guy…"

"So we made up that excuse so you went away because we had a lot to discuss. I plan to spend the rest of my life with Sirius. I never considered anyone else in our relationship, but… the way he looked at you. I liked it. I could just imagine you both together. Or all three of us. But before you jump to conclusions, it's not about sex."

"Though that'll be amazing with you added into the mix," Sirius added helpfully.

"We hope that this will lead to you being a real part of our relationship. But that's going to be difficult. Me and Sirius are set in our routines and we fear you might feel left out at times. There might be some jealousy issues, sharing issues. If you want to give this a shot, we'll take it date by date, discuss issues as they occur."

"I… I've not been in a long relationship," Remus admitted. "And you've both been together for a long time."

Sirius smiled, reaching up to trail his fingers down Remus' cheek. "That's fine by me. Remus, we're both mad about you. Enough to redefine everything about our relationship to fit you into it. Now, we've done enough talking. It's your turn."

"I'm not used to any of this," Remus admitted quietly. "I'm the type of guy that only gets noticed when people want to have a laugh. The geeky guy who no-one really looks twice at. I guess my biggest fear is opening my heart to the both of you and risk getting hurt. But knowing that you both are taking a risk too does help me because it shows that this isn't a game to either of you."

James read into his words deeper than Sirius did. "Whoever played games with you before didn't deserve you," James murmured, shifting onto his knees and shuffling around so he could reach for Remus, slipping an arm around him. "We don't play games. If Sirius wants to talk to someone, he doesn't wait three days, he waits ten seconds. He'll call you at three am to hear your voice and because something was worrying him."

"James will send you about four hundred selfies to make sure he looks okay," Sirius retorted. "And my worries are legitimate I'll have you know."

"You called me once at three thirty because I studied with someone else and you had convinced yourself that I was on the verge of leaving you," James said fondly.

"I have… abandonment issues. I'm very insecure. I need a lot of love and attention," Sirius explained.

Remus smiled. "Can you deal with two insecure people at the same time?" he asked, turning his gaze to James.

"I'm willing to deal with anything for those that I care about," he replied. "That's what a relationship is. Accepting good and bad and making it work anyway."

Remus looked between the pair for a long moment. "I'd like to give this a shot," he murmured. "I'm really quiet and can be easily distracted by my studies and by reading. I like to wear cardigans all of the time. There's something about them that makes me feel safe. I tell my mum everything so if this works out, my parents will expect to meet you. I can't cook."

"I love to cook," Sirius quickly jumped in. "Dinner at ours tomorrow night and then we can binge-watch a show of your choice until you're ready to leave. We can talk over dinner and during recaps and credits."

"Are there… expectations for tomorrow night?" Remus asked nervously.

"We just want one chance for all of us to make sure this is what we want. If things go well, everything will be your call," James insisted. "We're happy to wait."

...oOo...

Remus almost moaned as he brought the fork back down to the plate, chewing the best spaghetti bolognese he had ever tasted in his life. He glanced over at Sirius who looked pleased at his reaction, before glancing at James who winked back.

He had spent the night writing out a list of pros and cons about the situation and things felt pretty even on that front. But when it got down to it, he knew that he would always wonder 'what if'. Was it worth not even giving this a proper chance?

Remus wanted to be happy and he wasn't going to be happy by refusing.

As though James could read his thoughts, James broke the silence.

"You've thought this over, haven't you?"

Remus swallowed the food and reached for the glass of wine that Sirius had poured, taking a sip. He wiped his lips with the napkin and nodded his head.

"I did," he replied, noticing both men straighten up and look at him hopefully. "I stick by what I said yesterday. I want to give this a try. If I say no, I'll always regret it. I mean, it might not work out. It might end badly…"

"Or it might never end," Sirius added gently.

"Right. I shouldn't find excuses not to be with you both. I'm up to try this if you're both still in."

"We are," James insisted. He glanced at Sirius. "Excellent cooking, love."

"Anytime," Sirius said, smiling softly at James. "Remus, are you enjoying it?"

"It's amazing, thank you," Remus responded. The trio were a little more quiet as they continued to eat, and it wasn't long before dinner was finished.

"I'll wash up," Remus said, jumping to his feet. He began to gather plates but James stopped him, taking the plates from his hands. "No, Sirius cooked so I wash up. You're a guest."

"But I—"

"You can stick the kettle on," James replied, successfully removing the plates from Remus' grasp. "We can revisit this in the future, but for now, I wash up."

Remus nodded, heading to the kettle and switching it on. He reached into the cupboard and pulled out three mugs, jumping slightly as an arm slipped around his waist. "What do you want to drink?" Sirius asked. "More wine, tea, coffee or something else?"

"I'm quite partial to hot chocolate, but if you don't have any, I'll have tea," Remus replied.

"We have some. Mummy likes hot chocolate so we keep a packet," Sirius said, opening the cupboard again and reaching in for the packet on the top shelf. "I'll mix it up for you, go and sit down."

"Hey, this is my job," Remus replied with a smile. "You cooked, James is washing up. Let me do something to help."

Sirius pouted but Remus ignored him, quickly making the tea under Sirius' orders. He carried two of the mugs into the living room and Sirius followed with the third.

...oOo...

Remus found himself between Sirius and James on the sofa. The pair hadn't been discreet. Remus had been pulled into James' arms the moment he had sat down, and Sirius had cuddled against his other side.

Remus wasn't used to this sort of attention and though he felt slightly overwhelmed, he felt like he could stay there forever. He could feel James' arm behind him, gently stroking through Sirius' hair, and his other hand was gently trailing over Remus' arm. Sirius' arm was tucked around Remus as though he would never let go.

The tv was switched onto a show he was sure none of them were paying attention to.

"I like this," Sirius blurted out. "But I think we should take turns for the middle."

Remus chuckled. "We can switch if you like?"

"Not today. It's your turn. I know how nice it feels to get hugs from my Jamie and he knows how it feels to have me in his arms. I think it could sway any doubts that you could have."

"I don't have anymore doubts," Remus said. "This is perfect."

"I agree," Sirius murmured.

"Me too," James added. "It's like fate brought you to us."

"What do you mean?" Remus asked, twisting his head to look at James.

"Me and Sirius met as kids so it was just down to falling in love. So with you, what were the chances we'd both fall for you? That you'd come into both of our shops? That you'd go to the same University as me? I don't believe in coincidences."

"We're big believers in fate," Sirius said. "Maybe fate intervened and brought you to find us. Because what me and James had… well, it didn't seem to be missing anything. Not until you came along and fit in so perfectly."

"It's past eleven. You wanted to leave before midnight," James said, sighing sadly. "When can we see you again?"

"Forget that," Sirius said, twisting around. "Remus, stay. Please." He glanced at James, who smiled and nodded slightly. "I just want to spend the night with my arms around you."

Remus glanced between the pair. Never had he wanted anything more.

"I'll stay," he murmured. His comment was met with Sirius' lips suddenly finding his, before fingers found his jaw, gently turning his head back towards James for a second kiss.

...oOo...

Remus walked out of class, glad that the room was close to the doors. He had heard whispers again, heard laughing and it had been a struggle to sit there and pretend he hadn't heard them. Clutching his books, he rushed away.

In his mind, he revisited the idea of changing his look. Haircut. Tattoo. James and Sirius both insisted that if he wanted a new look they wouldn't stop him, but Sirius had an (almost) concerning kink regarding the cardigans and Remus was too keen to explore that when the relationship moved to the next stage.

He heard the group that made him miserable as they followed him out, and he took a deep breath, readying himself for the taunting. They were already getting louder and Remus wanted to get away.

He glanced around, noticing all of a sudden that Sirius and James were only a few steps away, heading towards him. Remus couldn't help but glance back at the people who were making his university life miserable, before looking at Sirius.

Sirius strode up to Remus, grabbing him and pulling him close. Remus dropped his books, bringing his arms up to wrap around his boyfriend instead. Sirius quickly deepened the kiss and Remus' head was spinning by the time Sirius let go.

He was quickly turned around and James' lips were on his. The kiss wasn't as urgent as Sirius', it was more restrained, but Sirius had confided that James wasn't as restrained in the bedroom - that he liked to take charge.

He was speechless by the time James was finished and he glanced around for his books, noticing them in Sirius' arms.

Sirius slipped his other arm around Remus' waist and James quickly moved to the other side.

"The football team are going to make them miserable," James muttered.

"How dare they laugh at your cardigan. Everytime I see you in one… you look sexy in them," Sirius added.

"Their faces when Sirius kissed you," James murmured. "Their mouths hit the floor. I get it, beautiful sight. I almost didn't want you to stop."

"So you don't think I should change everything?" Remus asked, glancing around and noticing that the group had quickly moved away.

"Why would you want to? This is who you are and this is who we've fallen in love with," James insisted. "We won't stop you if you want to do this for yourself, but we'll certainly try and stop you if you're just doing this because arseholes like that make you doubt yourself."

"For the record, you're perfect," Sirius added softly. "You're gorgeous, you have a big heart, you're kind, caring, and you have excellent taste in men."

"And if I wanted to get a tattoo - for myself?" Remus asked. "I mean, I would love to get one once James has finished his course. If that's okay?"

"You want me to leave a mark on your body forever?" James asked, not even trying to hide the possessive tone of his voice. "I can't wait."

Sirius smirked. "But in the meantime, he can continue marking us in the fun way."

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