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moontear223 · 6 days ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 & 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬

marauder era characters x fem!reader love island au

Summary: As the villa wakes to golden light and soft smiles, some hearts begin to drift while others reach out in quiet curiosity. But not all intentions are clear. Heat rises in more ways than one as new sparks fly and trust starts to crack.

Warnings: reality TV setting, relationship dynamics, sexual innuendos and tension, mild language, golden retriever energy (james), gossip, flirtation, shared bed (non-explicit), underlying jealousy and manipulation, slow burn romance, strong female friendships, emotional conflict anddd i think that’s all?

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A hush settled over the villa, as if even the waves knew to tread gently. Golden light seeped through the curtains, brushing against tangled sheets and tousled hair. Air thick with the scent of sea salt and coconut oil, and somewhere beyond the lush greenery, tropical birds sang delicate melodies—welcoming the new day.

Inside the villa, however, peace didn’t stand a chance.

Most of the islanders were still clinging to their beds, groans came from under duvets, eyes squinting blearily at the intrusion of the sun. Lily mumbled something unintelligible into her pillow. Regulus pulled the covers over his head in annoyance, Mary rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

And then—

There was James Potter.

Fully vertical. Possibly caffeinated. Absolutely unhinged.

“Rise and shine, you beautiful magical disasters!” he bellowed, launching himself from his bed and landing with a soft thud on the floor—dramatic by choice. “Let’s seize the day! Or at least, find coffee before it seizes us.”

Within seconds, he was bouncing bed to bed, barefoot and relentless.

“Make room for joy!” he shouted, leaping onto Remus and Mary’s bed. Remus swatted him away with a pillow like a professor batting away a first-year with too many questions. But James, undeterred, was already on his next mission.

Which, unfortunately, was your bed.

You were still nestled half-asleep against Sirius, warm and comfortably tangled under the sheets—until the bed exploded with movement as James leapt onto it like a jackrabbit on a trampoline.

The mattress bucked violently. James howled mid-air. You shrieked as his entire weight slammed into the edge, sending you sprawling off the other side with a loud thud.

“...Ow,” you groaned from the floor, wrapped in the sheets like a cursed burrito.

Sirius blinked over the edge, smirking. “Well, good morning, grace and elegance.”

You looked up at him, hair in your face. “Tell your himbo to keep his biceps and boundary issues to himself.”

Sirius raised a brow. “My himbo?”

You froze. “....Don’t.”

But Sirius was already shifting, slowly, dramatically, to face James. His tone dipped into pure flirt. “So. That little stunt—was that for me?”

James blinked, confused for half a second—then smirked.

“Obviously,” he said, reclining back like they were in a rom-com. “I wake you up the way you deserve.”

“Oh, baby,” Sirius purred, stretching an arm across James’s chest. “Don’t make me feel things before breakfast.”

You groaned from the floor. “I hope a gnome steals both your shoes.”

James threw a pillow at you without looking. “Shhh, third wheel energy.”

You sat up, unimpressed. “I’m literally in a couple with one of you.”

“Exactly,” Sirius said, stroking James’s face with obnoxious tenderness. “And yet you don’t appreciate what we have.”

James cupped Sirius's hand dramatically. “She’ll never understand us.”

And before you could lob your water bottle, Sirius pressed a loud, sloppy, exaggerated kiss to James’s cheek. He let out a yelp and flailed back, knocking into the headboard. “Mate!”

Sirius grinned. “That’s for trying to flatten my girlfriend.”

You dusted yourself with a long-suffering sigh. “You two need help.”

James smirked. “We need mimosas. And maybe couples therapy.”

Sirius shot you a wink. “Jealousy’s a bad look on you, sweetheart.”

You launched the pillow back at him.

Moving on from inside the makeup room was a flurry of laughter—silky robes slipping off shoulders to reveal sun-kissed skin and bright bikinis underneath. The warm glow of vanity lights framed flushed cheeks and carefully applied gloss as the girls leaned into mirrors, blending, buffing, and batting their lashes. All whilst sharing stories and stealing quiet moments before the day truly began.

Mary was the first to speak, smoothing bronzer along her collarbone as she perched on the counter like she owned it. “So girls, honest hour. Are we all sticking to the people we’re coupled with, or are we pulling chats today?”

Marlene smirked at her reflection, adjusting the strap of her bikini. “Spicy question for 9am.”

“I’m just saying,” Mary shrugged, curling her lashes, “Remus is sweet. Smart. Very observant. I actually think we could have something—if we keep talking. But I’m not closing myself off yet. It’s the first bloody morning.”

Lily hummed, twisting her curls into a claw clip. “No shame in window-shopping. That’s kind of the point, right?”

Marlene tilted her head, almost too casual. “Well… I wouldn’t mind pulling James for a chat. Just to see.”

You raised a brow, amused. “James?”

She nodded. “Yeah. We haven’t talked much, and he's got that manic sunshine energy.” But there was a flicker in her tone. A slight pause that said something wasn’t being said.

Mary clocked it instantly. “Is that all?”

Marlene just shrugged, reapplying her gloss. “Well, it’s just like you said—just ‘cause we’re coupled up doesn’t mean we’re closed off.”

The tension barely had time to simmer before Lily spun in her stool, eyes on you. “What about you? You and Sirius were practically fused together this morning.”

You laughed, but your tone was tinged with nerves. “I wouldn’t say fused. It's still early days. But yea, he’s fun. Charming. Too charming, you know?” You exhaled slowly, brushing blush across your cheeks. “I’m definitely interested, but I don’t want to be a pit stop on the way to someone else.”

Lily gave you a knowing look. “You thinking about other options?”

“Is it that obvious?” You hesitated, dabbing at your cheeks again. “I mean, I’ll risk getting singled out if it means exploring what feels right. We’re on an island full of attractive men—and women,” you added cheekily, shooting Lily a wink. She giggled and nodded.

Although… there was one other very handsome boy you had your eye on. But you kept that to yourself.

“What about you, Lily?” you asked, eager to shift the attention. “Anyone got you interested?”

“I think I’ll pull Regulus for a chat,” she said smoothly. “We didn’t cuddle last night, which honestly doesn’t surprise me. He feels like someone you have to earn.”

She crossed her legs, ever the strategist. “And maybe James too. See who’s got actual substance.”

Just then, a splash echoed from outside. You all looked up in unison.

“Did someone just—?” Mary began.

A familiar voice followed. “Ten out of ten backflip!” Sirius hollered.

Marlene peaked out the window. “Remus,” she confirmed. “Fully flipped. Nearly took out a sunbed.”

You laughed. “And they say he’s the quiet one.”

Meanwhile, the kitchen was an unsupervised mess of shirtless ambition and uncoordinated teamwork. Imagine a slightly chaotic scene of the boys cracking eggs, the hum of the toaster misbehaving, pans sizzling with a chorus of banter that somehow felt like the perfect soundtrack to their morning. Remus jogged in, water dripping from his hair, board shorts clinging to his legs, and a smug grin stretched across his face.

“Was that necessary?” Sirius asked, giving him a playful shove.

“Uhm, yes?” Remus chuckled, swiping at his wet forehead. “I overheat easily. Who wouldn’t take advantage of a pool like that?”

“He’s got a point,” Regulus said coolly, grabbing a glass. “Definitely hitting the water later.”

Sirius hummed in agreement, curating a plate like it was a Michelin experience—fruit slices arranged with casual flair. He popped a strawberry in his mouth like it owed him something.

“Alright, lads,” he said, mouth half full. “Let’s talk shop. Who’s pulling chats today?”

James, flipping a slightly burned pancake, pointed a spatula like a wand. “I want to talk to Marlene. There could be something there. Lily too—she’s got layers.”

“Brave,” Regulus deadpanned. “Choosing both.”

“I’m a man of ambition,” James grinned.

Remus plated up calmly, setting aside an extra dish. “I’ll keep chatting to Mary. We got on last night, and I want to see where that leads. But I’m not shutting off options either.”

Regulus took the spatula from James, rescuing the eggs from certain doom. “Lily’s interesting,” he said simply. “She’s sharp. But I might pull Mary for a chat too. And maybe her,” he added casually, nodding toward the patio where you’d disappeared earlier.

James raised an eyebrow. “Two girls already in couples? And you say I’m brave?

Regulus only smirked.

Simultaneously, Sirius opened the fridge, grabbing the juice and set it down on the bar overlooking the living area. Remus leaned over the island, elbow on the counter.

“So what about you?” he asked Sirius, “Gonna keep getting to know her?”

Sirius’s gaze lingered on the patio door before shrugging. “I mean, yeah of course. She’s cool and we’ve got chemistry for sure. But I’m vibing it out. Don’t wanna lock anything down too early.”

“So you’re keeping your options open?”

“Something like that,” he said vaguely, turning to pour himself a drink.

Remus nodded, moving away from the island. “Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a summer.”

Moments later, the girls arrived, trailing the scent of floral perfume and sun cream, laughter still lingering in the air. Flip-flops clacked against the stone tiles as they made their way into the kitchen.

Mary’s eyes lit up as she spotted the neatly plated breakfast already waiting for her. Without hesitation, she slid onto the stool at the island as Remus nudged the dish closer, his usual calm expression softening into something bashful. She offered him a quiet thanks in return and reached up to give him a side hug, her shoulder bumping gently against his chest before she settled in to eat.

Nearby, James was in full theatrics, presenting Marlene’s plate with an exaggerated flourish and a bow so dramatic it nearly knocked over his drink. Marlene rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the amused smile tugging at her lips. She took the plate with a graceful flick of her hair, giving him a slow once-over like she was judging both the meal and the man.

Remus took the now-empty stool beside Mary, quietly tucking into his food with casual precision. There was something almost methodical in the way he ate—focused, but comfortable. A soft murmur of conversation built around the island.

Regulus, ever composed, leaned toward Lily with a calm confidence, his voice low enough that it didn’t carry across the space. With a slight tilt of his head, he gestured toward the poolside seating just beyond the sliding doors, silently offering a breakfast chat. Lily, intrigued, nodded without hesitation and slid her plate into her hands.

You, however, had eyes for someone else.

Sirius was lounging by the fridge, leaning lazily against the island counter like he had all the time in the world. The juice bottle sat unopened next to him, condensation slick on the glass. He hadn’t noticed you yet. Not fully.

So you crossed the kitchen quietly, arms relaxed at your sides, the hem of your coverup fluttering around your thighs. When you reached him, you slipped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing lightly into his back.

Sirius froze for just a beat, surprised—but then you felt him soften. He let out a small sigh and covered your hands with his own, fingertips warm against your knuckles. “Morning, gorgeous,” he murmured, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

“Morning,” you replied into his shoulder, then added with a giggle. “Although we already established that when James decided to join us in bed.”

Sirius laughed, his shoulders shaking gently beneath your cheek. “Yeah, I honestly thought it was a dream at first.”

He turned in your arms slightly, just enough to brush a kiss to your cheeks before grabbing a slice of toast from a nearby plate. “If I’d known breakfast came with a cuddle this morning, I'd have gotten up sooner.”

You let out an amused smile, watching him through your lashes. He took a bite, then added through with a grin, “Just don’t tell the others I’m going soft—it’ll ruin my reputation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What reputation?”

Sirius gasped dramatically, hand to his chest. “I’ll have you know I’m known far and wide as a heartbreaker, a flirt, and a man who doesn’t make his own eggs.”

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice just for you.“But for you? I might consider it. Maybe.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached for a strawberry off his plate.

The villa had settled into a golden lull. Late morning melted into afternoon, the heat sinking into the stone tiles and the backs of lounge chairs. Laughter echoed from the bean bags as Mary braided Marlene’s hair with surprising focus, both of them lounging in their oversized sunglasses. But not before Remus pulled Mary for a chat, the girl smiling bashfully at him through her mascara coated lashes.

Nearby, Lily had her legs dipped in the water, playfully flicking droplets at James, who was stretched out beside her, eyes squinting up as he grinned lazily in the sun. Not far off, Remus and Mary were walking laps around the villa, low voices and shared glances making it obvious they were still feeling out whatever had sparked between them the night before.

You were stretched out on a lounger, skin warm, the scent of sunscreen lingering on your shoulders, when you heard someone clear their throat beside you. You looked up to find Regulus standing there, one brow quirked, his voice smooth and cool.

“Fancy a quick chat?”

Your gaze flickered instinctively to Sirius—he was now deep in conversation with James and hadn’t noticed. You glanced back up at Regulus. Sharp as ever in his swim shorts and a linen shirt unbuttoned halfway, there was something unreadable in his expression. Watchful. Or maybe curious.

“Sure,” you said, surprised but not displeased. You missed the way Sirius turned his head slightly as you stood.

You followed him toward the secluded dock, passing by half-opened windows and idle laughter. The villa blurred behind you, and once seated. The conversation unfolded slowly. Light at first—questions about your type, who surprised you, how your first night really went. He had that calm presence, one that made you feel watched and considered, not just looked at.

“You and Sirius looked close this morning,” he said. His tone wasn’t judgemental. Only observant.

“Mhm,” you replied carefully, lips twitching. “But it’s early days.”

He nodded, and his gaze dipped briefly to your legs, then back up to your eyes. “Just making sure you weren’t locked in. Yet.”

You gave a small smile. “You pulling me for a chat, or pulling me for something else?”

Regulus chuckled under his breath, tilting his head. “Maybe I’ll let you decide.”

You raised a brow at him, the curve of your mouth betraying your interest. “Dangerous move. I’m notoriously bad with decisions.”

Regulus tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to work something out. “Somehow I doubt that.”

There was something in the way he said it—not quite teasing, not fully challenging either. Just honest.

You let out a quiet breath, letting your eyes wander over the view for a moment before returning to him. “Alright, fine. I’ll bite. What exactly am I deciding?”

He shrugged, seemingly casual, but there was a subtle stillness in him. Like he was paying very close attention to how you’d respond.

“Whether I’m wasting my time pulling you for a chat,” he said, low. “Or if you're as interesting as I think you are.”

You blinked, caught a little off guard—but in a good way. He wasn’t playing the loud, attention-grabbing flirtation game like some of the others. No, Regulus was quieter. Sharper. He asked questions that feel like dares.

“That’s bold,” you said eventually, tilting your head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You always start your chats with veiled threats and unearned confidence?”

He smirked. “Only when I’m enjoying myself.”

You huffed a soft laugh, tucking your knees loosely on the bench. “Well, then by all means—don’t let me stop you.”

Regulus studied you for a second, like he was turning something over in his mind, then leaned forward slightly, arms resting on his knees. “So what’s your plan, really?” he asked. “You playing it safe with Sirius. Or just playing time until someone better comes along?”

You paused, brow lifting slightly—not defensive, just honest. “It’s not about something better,” you said. “It’s about something real. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time. Including my own.”

A slow grin crept across his face. “See,” he said, sitting back again. “That’s the kind of answer I like.”

You opened your mouth to reply—but the soft sound of footsteps approaching made you turn.

Lily.

She slowed when she saw the two of you seated together. Her expression wasn’t angry, not exactly, but it was… tight. You clocked it immediately in the way her arms folded across her chest, and the way her eyes flicked. Once to you, once to Regulus then back again.

He noticed.

He stood up smoothly, offering you a quick glance, then turned to Lily. “I’ll let you two talk,” he said, voice light—but his jaw was a little set now. He gave her a brief squeeze on the shoulder, more out of politeness than warmth, then walked away without another word.

You watched him go, then turned to Lily. “Are you okay?” you asked, shifting slightly on the bench to face her. She hesitated a moment before sitting beside you. Her arms were still crossed, her gaze focused out toward the ocean.

“I was in the kitchen,” she started, voice quieter than usual. “Just grabbing some fruit. That’s when I saw her.”

You blinked. “Saw who?”

“Marlene,” she said, finally turning her head toward you. “Pulling Sirius. She did that thing—you know, when someone grazes their arm and lean in like they’re telling a secret.”

Lily’s mouth curled into a grimace. “And then she just… steered him straight toward the soul ties daybed.”

The name of that cursed daybed hit your stomach like a small weight. “She didn’t mention anything about that this morning.” You tried to keep your tone neutral, but it came out clipped.

Lily nodded.

“Exactly. She said she was going to pull James for a chat. Nothing about Sirius.” A pause. “And I wouldn’t be weird about it, if she’d just said something. We’re all being honest, or I thought we were.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to keep your heartbeat from climbing. “Did you… see anything?”

Lily looked away again.

“Yeah,” she said after a beat. “I waited. Thought maybe it was innocent. Then I saw her legs across his lap. And then they started kissing.”

You blinked.

“Kissing?” The word felt hollow in your mouth. Like it didn’t belong to you.

Lily glanced sideways at you, her voice soft. Quiet. “They didn’t see me. I left before they could. But… yeah.”

The sun still shone on the water, casting gold over everything, but it suddenly felt too hot. The scent of sunscreen turned sour in your nose. Your fingered curled slightly into your palms, knuckles whitening.

“I thought you should know before someone else made it worse,” Lily added gently.

The silence stretched between you, tension rising—so thin you could cut it with a blunt knife. Your gaze lingered on the edge of the villa now, where the sun lounges sat just out of sight.

Then, without thinking, you stood.

And you stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with your hands. Then you slowly lowered yourself beside Lily, feeling like your skin was buzzing with heat that had nothing to do with the sun.

“I’m not mad that she pulled him,” you said, eyes trained somewhere over Lily’s shoulder. “That’s the whole point of being here, right? Exploring connections, see what fits. We all said that.”

You let out a breath, steady but tight. “What stings is that she sat there this morning, right in front of me, and said James. All that talk of honesty, and she was already planning to sneak off with Sirius.”

Lily’s eyes flickered over your face, her hand resting gently on your knees now, grounding you.

“I could’ve handled it,” you went on, voice a little quieter, more raw. “If she’s said something. Even just a heads up. I might’ve hated it—but at least I wouldn’t feel like I got played.”

A silence stretched between you, the weight of it pressing against your ribs. “And that kiss…” you shook your head, jaw clenching. “That wasn’t during a challenge. Or it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment dare.”

You glanced at Lily. “That was both of them making a choice.”

You didn’t say his name. You didn’t have to.

“They knew what they were doing,” you finished, tone flat. “And neither of them thought I deserved to know.”

Lily gave your hand a firm squeeze. “That’s not on you. Don’t twist it like that.”

You nodded slowly. The hurt was still there, sitting stubborn in your chest. But you didn’t feel foolish now. Just disappointed.

“Thanks,” you murmured. “For telling me.”

“You deserved to hear it from someone who gives a shit.”

That pulled a soft, unexpected laugh from your chest—more breath than sound, but real. You looked at her, eyes slightly glassy. “You’re kind of the best, you know that?”

Lily shrugged, but her smile was fond. “Don’t make it weird.”

You both laughed, and in that moment, you leaned into her, looping your arms around her shoulders.

She held you tightly, warm and solid and safe. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. “No matter how messy it gets.”

You closed your eyes briefly, breathing her in. Sun, salt, and a hint of coconut shampoo. It didn’t fix everything, but it helped. And right now, that was enough. The two of you lingered in the shade for a moment longer, the warmth of the hug softening something in your chest.

It was nice knowing you had someone on your side.

You eventually pulled back, wiping beneath your eyes with the pads of your fingers, giving Lily a small, grateful smile. “I’m good,” you said softly. “Really.”

Lily raised a brow. “You will be. Come on. Let’s get you out of the heat before I start sobbing too.”

You laughed again. Gentle and a bit more genuine this time. The two of you heading back toward the villa.

Rounding the corner past the daybeds, you stepped onto the main path leading toward the main patio when your pace slowed—then stopped entirely.

Just a few feet ahead, Sirius and Marlene sat at the edge of the pool with the others.

Close.

Too close.

Her legs were dipped in the water underneath her, his arm lazily draped behind her shoulders. Their heads tipped toward one another, laughing at something you couldn’t hear—but it was loud enough to feel cruel.

They hadn’t seen you yet.

And the worst part?

They looked comfortable. Unbothered. As if they hadn’t just made a choice that could ruin someone’s trust.

Lily instinctively stepped in front of you, as if to block the view.

“Hey,” she said gently, “you don’t need to see—”

But you weren’t moving.

Your body was still, jaw tense, that quiet smile long gone from your face.

You didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

a/n: and that is part two done! I love Marlene but it had to be done

#marauders fic #marauder au #dead gay wizards from the 70s #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #regulus black x reader #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #reader insert #love island #love island au #enchanthings

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moontear223 · 9 days ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

marauder era characters x fem!reader love island au

Summary: What do you get when you mix tattoos, banter, and magical motorbikes? It's just the first night in the villa, there’s flirting, chaos, and shirtless drama. With some suspiciously hot confessions already brewing.

Warnings: reality TV setting, ensemble cast dynamics, adult language, sexual innuendos, mild alcohol mentions, emotional vulnerability, light romantic tension, flirtation, shared bed (non-explicit), sirius being a shameless flirt, slow-burn hints, found family vibes, soft boy remus, casual intimacy, suggestive banter, chaos & comedy, magical realism, brief mention of soul ties (in a joke context), mutual pining energy, strong female friendships.

a/n: we're just getting started! kinda freaking out tbh, I hope you guys like it <3

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The sun hung high in a cloudless sky, casting a golden haze over the villa perched a few steps away from the beach. All whitewashed walls and smooth marble surfaces, it shimmered like a mirage—elegant, open, and just remote enough to feel like the rest of the world had vanished. The infinity pool sparkled a shade of blue so vibrant it looked surreal, its glassy surface melting into the endless horizon of the sea and sky. Lush greenery framed the scene: deep green palms, bursts of tropical flowers, and winding vines that softened the villa’s clean lines with the wildness of nature. A perfect setting for a summer of romance, it was the kind of place where you could lose your wand and your dignity in the same afternoon. And honestly? No one would blame you.

To kick things off this season, the islanders have officially arrived at the villa. An intense redhead with waves cascading down her back met you halfway down the entrance, pulling you into a hug. “Hi!! I'm Lily.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Just beyond the girls, a chilled bottle of champagne rested in an ice bucket, flanked by delicate glasses engraved with your names—a small but perfect touch that invited a swirl of nervous excitement and electric anticipation.

“Shall we?” Lily asked, already reaching for the bottle.

“Yes, please!”

The cork popped with a satisfying snap, and she expertly poured the bubbling liquid into your glasses. “Cheers to hot-ass men, new friendships, and memories we’ll be laughing about for years to come,” she declared, raising her glass.

“Yes! Oh my goodness,” you laughed, clinking glasses as a fizzy warmth spread through your chest—partly from the champagne, mostly from the thrill of it all.

“Alright, serious question,” Lily said, turning you with a glint in her eye. “Are you the heartbreaker or the one who falls too fast?”

You grinned. “Depends who’s asking and how cute he is.”

Lily threw her head back, laughing. “We’re gonna get along so well.”

Heeled footsteps clicked against the sun-warmed marble, and a breezy voice called out from behind you. “Am I late or just perfectly dramatic?”

You and Lily turned to see a girl in a gorgeous dress whilst adorned with jewellery, a smile that shone so bright. “Mary,” she said, introducing herself with a lazy twirl. “And before anyone asks—yes, I already snooped through the villa and yes, I fully plan to make bad decisions.”

“Perfect,” you said, holding out the champagne. “You’re one of us.”

“Oh, thank god.” She clinked her glass with yours and Lily’s. “Now, who do I flirt with to get a refill?”

“Honestly?” you teased. “Probably me.”

That earned another burst of laughter, the kind that made your chest buzz and your cheeks ache. The air was thick with sun, champagne bubbles, and the kind of conversation that felt just a little bit dangerous. The boys hadn’t even shown up yet, but somehow, the game had already begun.

But before it could really begin, one last girl stepped onto the patio—and she’s not here to mess around.

Marlene wore a two-piece set colour of moonlight, showing just enough skin to turn heads without trying too hard. Silver rings stacked on nearly every finger, catching the light as she pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. And that smirk? It said one thing loud and clear: she already decided she was the hottest one here.

“If any of them start talking about star signs,” she said cooly, “I’m walking straight into the sea.”

Lily laughed as she reached for the bottle. “Let me guess—Scorpio?”

“Worse,” Mary said before the girl could answer. “Sagittarius.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “A flight risk”

Marlene raised her glass toward you, her smile sharp and playful. “Exactly. Try to keep up.”

By now, the girls had made themselves at home under the evening sky, lounging on the couch, glasses still in hand, and laughter rolling as easily as the waves below. The conversation had drifted, as it always did, to the boys. Or rather, to the idea of them.

“Someone tall, someone fit, someone mildly emotionally unavailable,” Mary had said with a grin.

“A good flirt.” Marlene added. “And not afraid of a little attitude.”

Lily, ever the romantic, shrugged. “I just want someone who’ll make me laugh and mean it.”

It was light and playful—but there was something in the air, an unspoken feeling. You were all here for something. Or someone.

Then, the villa doors opened.

Fleur Delacour stepped out like she’d been conjured from a magazine spread. Her white satin dress hugged her in all the right places, with hair pinned back by golden jewellery. “Bonjour, girls,” she greeted with that honeyed french accent. “You look radiant already.”

You all sat up a little straighter.

“I hope you’re all ready,” she continued, her blue eyes sparkling, “because it’s time to meet the boys.”

Cheers and half-nervous whoops followed as Fleur turned on her heels. “Please, join me at the firepit.”

Glasses were set down, dresses adjusted, and in a rush of laughter and nerves, the four of you followed her to the circular fire pit, low-set with plush cushions and surrounded by flickering candles that danced even in the evening breeze. Conversation flowed as you sat down, the girls casually sharing with Fleur the kind of connections they were hoping for: banter, chemistry, maybe something real if the stars aligned.

You didn’t have to wait long.

You heard them before you saw them.

Footsteps. Low voices. A bit of shoving. Then—a loud cheer, all swagger and excitement.

You caught bits of their interactions as they approached, voices carrying across the patio.

“Mate, this place is unreal.”

“Oi, look at them…”

“Alright, alright. Game faces on.”

Their energy hit you all at once—tall silhouettes, sunlit skin, champagne flutes in hand. And then came the greetings, loose and confident.

“Hey, how y’all doing?”

“Ladies!”

“Pleasure to meet you guys.”

“You all look beautiful.”

The boys were glowing with charm and nerves masked by cocky smiles. You exchanged glances with the girls, all silently thinking the same thing: Game. On.

Once the greetings had passed and the boys took their seats on the opposite side of the fire pit, Fleur stepped forward, her expression warm but sly. As if she already knew what chaos was about to unfold.

“All right, ladies,” she said, “I’m excited to introduce you to the boys.”

She gestured beside her to the first guy—all curls and charm, his grin so wide it nearly reached his eyes. “Here we have James.”

“Hi, James,” you all said in unison, a bit too enthusiastically. He beamed, clearly living for the attention. His arms rested across his thick thighs, and you could practically see his ego inflate like a balloon.

Fleur moved on with a small smile. “And next—”

Leaning back with a lazy confidence, tousled black hair falling perfectly out of place, tattoos peeking from under his open shirt, and a few silver rings glinting on his fingers. The second boy looked deliciously dangerous.

“Sirius.”

He gave a wink that was probably practised and a grin that was probably dangerous. “Ladies.”

Someone—probably Mary—muttered “Oh no,” under her breath. Already clocking the red flag energy, and yet no one looked away.

Fleur moved onto the third boy, sitting a little more reserved than the rest, but with something warm behind his quiet smile. “This is Remus.”

He raised the champagne flute slightly, clutching the glass a little too tightly with the other hand stuffed in his pocket. He looked like someone who read more than he spoke—soft brown eyes, faint scars along his jawline, and a presence that felt calm in the middle of chaos.

“Hey, Remus.” The girls waved, small giggles escaping them. Lily gave him a sweet small and he returned it instantly, relaxing just a bit.

Then Fleur turned to the last boy. “And finally we have Regulus.”

Regulus didn’t say much. He didn’t have to. Where the boys, particularly Sirius and James, leaned into charm, but Regulus radiated mystery. He nodded once, sharp jaw, sharp eyes, everything about him too cool. Too clean. Like he had a secret and no plans to tell it.

His dark curls were perfectly in place, a silver necklace resting at the base of his throat, rings adorned on long fingers. He didn’t smile—but his eyes lingered.

Just a moment too long.

On you.

“Hi Regulus,” you said, matching his calm with a soft smile.

He returned it, with a slight cock of his head, saying nothing but somehow still speaking volumes.

Fleur stood up, her heels clicking softly against the wood. “Now that you’ve all met,” she said, “let’s break the ice, non?”

There were a few cheers, a couple groans, and one dramatic sigh from Marlene.

“It’s simple,” Fleur continued with a playful smile. “We’re gonna play a game where you get to kiss each other first and see if you’re compatible, before you make your decision who you’d like to couple up with.”

“Oh no,” James laughed, rubbing his hand together. “Here we go.”

The instructions were clear, the islanders must crack open the ice cubes to retrieve a card containing a question. Which they must answer by choosing someone to kiss. Sirius stood first, with the kind of cocky swagger that said he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. He took the pickaxe with a twirl, grinning like he was about to cause a scene.

Because he was.

“Oh, he’s loving this,” you muttered with a playful eye roll.

He cracked open the ice with a dramatic swing, peeled the dripping card out, and read it aloud. “Kiss the islander you think gives off golden retriever energy.”

James was already pointing at himself. “It’s obviously me.”

“Unfortunately,” Sirius drawled, walking straight over to him.

Then—with zero hesitation, he grabbed James by the face and kissed him fully on the mouth, it was loud and obnoxious, full of too much tongue and no shame.

The girls screamed.

“Too much!!” Marlene shouted, howling.

James wiped his mouth, laughing so hard he choked. “You’re such a menace.”

“I’ve got layers,” Sirius said, smug as hell, sitting back down.

Next up was Lily.

She took the pickaxe with a slightly anxious smile, then cracked the ice with a surprising amount of strength. She picked her card and read it with a groan. “Kiss the islander you’re most intimidated by.”

You could see her think. And then she adjusted her dress, and headed toward Regulus. Everyone all watched like it was a horror film. Lily stopped in front of him, placed a hand lightly on his shoulder—and kissed him. Slow. Like she wanted to test him. Regulus kissed her back just as slowly, his hand ghosting over her waist for a second before pulling away.

The silence was deafening.

“Well,” Mary said, fanning herself. “That happened.”

Lily walked back to her seat like nothing had happened, lips just slightly swollen. “I said what I said.”

“More like you let your lips do the talking!” You let out a laugh, the group following closely behind and a few hollers from the boys.

Remus was next, slightly flushed but still playing it cool. He swung with a clean hit, pulled out the card and read. “Kiss the islander you think would be the best cuddler.”

There was a pause. Then his eyes flicked to you.

You didn’t even blink—you just watched him walk toward you, calm and collected. He bent down slightly, and before you could overthink it, he kissed you. Warm and slow, lips pressing against yours like it was familiar, even though it wasn’t. Not yet.

When he pulled away, his hand brushed your knee lightly. A promise.

You tried to breathe normally. And failed.

Marlene was already marching up, cracking the ice like it owed her money. She grabbed the card, read it aloud. “Kiss two islanders you think give off green flag vibes.”

She barely paused. First, she walked up to Remus and kissed him properly, her hand gripping his shirt. Soft, but thorough. He blinked when she pulled away.

Then she spun, grabbed Mary by the face, and kissed her. Not a peck. A kiss. Lips parted, messy and sudden, and Mary made a small surprised noise before melting into it.

“Oh my God.” Lily gasped, covering her mouth.

When Marlene pulled away, she shrugged. “Just had to confirm a theory.”

Mary blinked. “And?”

“You passed.”

James was next, practically vibrating with chaotic energy. He cracked his ice, read the card. “Kiss the islander that looks like a heartbreaker.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows.

James scanned the group, and then landed on Marlene.

He crossed the circle slowly, dramatically, and then kissed her full on. It was all fire and flirt, her hand tangling in his curls for a moment before she pulled away with a smirk. “Bit soft, James,” she teased, licking her lips.

“Noted,” he said, dazed.

It was your turn now.

You stood slowly, suddenly very aware of four different boys watching you with varying degrees of intent. You cracked the piece, peeled out the card, and nearly choked on your spit. “Kiss the islander who first caught your eye.”

A pause. The air thickened.

You looked at James, flushed and smiling.

Then to Sirius, who raised a brow with a challenge.

Remus, still gentle but quiet.

And Regulus. Who hadn’t moved. Still lounging, still watching you like he knew what you were going to do.

So you did.

You walked over to Regulus. He sat up a little straighter when you reached him. There was a beat—a second where your eyes locked. And then you kissed him.

Hard.

No hesitation. His hand slid around your waist, and his mouth moved with yours, deepening it instantly. It was a kiss that felt like being dragged underwater. Intense, magnetic, and completely, absolutely not innocent.

By the time you pulled away, the air felt ten degrees hotter. He leaned in, just enough for you to hear him murmur.

“You’re trouble.”

You smiled. “You have no idea.”

The game ended with flushed faces, lingering touches, and a tension that didn’t quite break. It just shifted. A few more had kisses ensued—Lily kissed James. Mary went soft and sweet with Remus. Regulus in his chaotic fashion, surprised everyone by kissing James. And Marlene? She kissed you.

As the islanders settled back into their seats, everyone tried to act cool, but the vibe had changed. Glances had a weight now.

You caught Sirius watching you with his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed. Not in anger, but curiosity. Maybe even a little challenge.

Remus barely looked at Regulus, but you noticed the way his knee bounced, restless. And when he did glance your way, it was soft. Thoughtful. Like he wasn’t done figuring you out.

Meanwhile, Mary was still pink from Marlene’s surprise kiss, brushing her fingers over her lips absently. Marlene didn’t seem bothered—in fact, she looked very pleased with herself, sprawled out like she owned the villa already.

The kisses were still tingling on everyone’s lips when Fleur, who’d been leaning on the back-rest the whole time, laughed whilst fanning herself with a cue card. “Mon dieu, that was spicy,” she said, flicking a pretend beat of sweat from her temple. “I feel like I need a cold shower—and I’m only the host.”

The group chuckled; no one really relaxed.

“Well,” Fleur went on, still lazily wafting her card. “There’s only one way to cool things down, or heat them up, depending on your choices. It’s time for the first coupling ceremony!”

She pointed her card at the boys. “Messieurs, please line up on your hearts. Girls, please stand by me. The rules are simple, oui?”

The islanders moved into place, the evening warmth humming with anticipation.

“Here are the rules,” Fleur continued, twirling her card between elegant fingers. “Each boy is standing on his own heart. When I give the signal, you girls will walk to the boy you’d like to couple up with. You can choose based on anything you like—a kiss, a vibe, or just those arms.” She wiggled her eyebrows toward James, earning a cheeky grin from him as he flexed playfully. Rousing a few teasing shouts from the rest of the boys.

“But beware,” she added, her voice lilting with excitement, “if more than one of you stands on a heart, the boy will choose which of you he wants to couple up with. So choose wisely.”

Fleur paused for effect, letting the tension hang in the air like thick summer heat.

“You may begin, ladies.”

There was a moment of hesitation. A nervous giggle. Then—collectively, all four girls stepped forward.

Lily was the first to move with purpose, heading directly to Regulus. He didn’t react much, but something about the way his posture subtly relaxed said he was pleased. She stood tall next to him, eyes steady.

Mary glanced briefly at the others, then made her way to Remus, quiet but confident. He blinked, a little surprised. But the small smile that bloomed on his face was genuine.

Marlene, ever the showstopper, took her sweet time with every deliberate step. She let her gaze linger on James, a slow, teasing wink parting her lips, but just as quickly she shifted her attention. With a sly smile that promised more than just flirtation, she stepped onto Sirius’s heart. The room’s energy shifted instantly, causing a ripple of tension and intrigue spreading like wildfire.

Fleur gasped dramatically, fanning herself once more. “Oh là là! A double trouble situation already?” She exclaimed, thoroughly entertained. “Marlene, you tease! What’s this about?”

Marlene threw a smirk, her voice low and teasing. “He looked like trouble, the kind that’s too tempting to resist. Besides, I like a challenge. Especially that comes with a bit of fire.”

Fleur turned to you next, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “And you, ma chérie?”

You took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment as all eyes subtly moved onto you. “To be frank, it was a gut feeling—something I can’t quite explain. There’s an edge to him, the exact kind of trouble you know might just be worth it.”

You glanced briefly at Sirius, the jacket draped over his shoulders and the confident way he held himself. “And maybe the leather,” you added with a small laugh, “because who doesn’t love a bit of danger wrapped in style?”

Sirius threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and unapologetic. “Well, can you blame them? I’d have trouble choosing too.” His eyes flicked between you and Marlene, a spark of mischief lighting up in his gaze.

Fleur stepped in, waving her card with a flourish. “Sirius. It’s your decision.”

Your pulse quickened, but you kept your cool as Sirius hesitated, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “You’re both incredible,” he admitted, voice low and sincere, “this is downright cruel.”

Then, with a grin that could set the villa ablaze, he held out his hand to you. “But if I have to choose…”

“Come here, sweetheart.” His words were smooth, full of promise, and impossible to resist.

Your cheeks flushed, but you stepped forward and took it, the electricity between you undeniable. Marlene simply shrugged with a light laugh and spun on her heel, strutting straight back to James.

He welcomed her with a playful bow and a smirk that said he knew she’d be back.

Fleur clapped once. “And there we have it! Our first four couples!”

The islanders broke into cheers, whistling and clapping as the final pairings stood side by side.

She gestured grandly. “Mary and Remus. Lily and Regulus. Marlene and James. And of course—Y/N and Sirius.”

“Islanders,” she continued, “you’ll now live together, sleep together, laugh together and maybe fall in love together.”

The group cheered again. Fleur leaned in, voice conspiratorial. “And six weeks from now, the public will vote for their favourite couple, and the winners will take home 10,000 galleons.”

Another wave of cheer broke out. Sirius whistled loudly to the sky.

“But don’t get too comfortable,” she warned. “This is Love Island. Twists will come faster than you think.”

James muttered, “Bloody hell,” under his breath, making Marlene snort.

Fleur smiled, stepping away with one final wave. “Enjoy your first night, lovers. Au revoir!”

As she strolled off, hips swaying, the group erupted into buzzed chatter and laughter. The islanders began exploring the villa with their cheeks flushed, energy high. Before, there was a charged stillness, something different from when you’d first walked in hours ago. But now? You had a partner, at least in theory. Everything you said or did might mean something.

The others were already beginning to spread out, out exploring the space with lazy curiosity. “Alright,” Sirius muttered beside you, his voice low and amused. “I see the producers had an interesting budget.”

You giggled, following his gaze to the floating staircase with a grin, his hands were shoved deep in his pockets like he was trying very hard not to throw himself across one of the velvet couches just for the drama of it. He looked like he belonged here, somehow—like this kind of glittering, indulgent atmosphere suited him.

To your right, just past the living area, there was a long hallway that opened a bedroom that was bright and pastel, the walls soft and cream, beds lined up side by side with barely enough space between them to breathe. Remus lingered in the doorway beside Lily, eyes scanning the bed thoughtfully. “This is either intimacy or a social experiment. Possibly both.”

Mary smiled, trying not to let the nerves settle in her stomach. “Do you snore, Remus?”

He just raised an eyebrow and replied. “Not loud enough to warn anyone.”

Further down the hall, Marlene had discovered a nook tucked between two archways. A low, round bed draped in gauzy fabric, surrounded by soft cushions and scattered rose petals that were clearly placed with intention. “Oh, this is ridiculous,” you breathed, grinning. “It’s like they made a shrine for emotional unravelling.”

Regulus stopped at the edge of the bed, arms folded, dark brows slightly lifted. “If anyone pulls me here, I’m leaving the villa.”

“You’d love it,” Marlene called from across the room, already perched on a chaise near the row of hanging plants. “It’ll give ‘tell me your deepest fears and then kiss me about it’”

“Exactly.” Regulus said flatly, and turned away.

| Confessional — Y/N "You want my honest opinion? [Shaking her head with a smirk] “This place is like if the Yule Ball and the Ministry’s annual gala had a love child—after one too many Firewhiskeys and zero restraint.”

At the edge of the bedroom, the glass walls gave way to the upstairs terrace. You opened them carefully, feeling the evening air shift cooler around you and the others close by. It was slightly smaller than you expected, only just one large couch with cushions but the view stretched far. The sea was barely visible under the night sky, only reason why you could see it was for the fairy lights that strung overhead, soft and promising.

It was quiet up here. A space meant for two. Maybe less about the conversations you had and more about how you looked at each other in the silence between them. As the others dispersed, it’s where you and Sirius slipped away quietly.

“So,” he said, voice low and lazy. “What’s your type? Besides tall, devastatingly handsome men with slightly questionable reputations.”

You laughed. “Honestly? Someone who doesn’t freak out if I get emotional. Who makes me laugh without trying. And tattoos are a massive bonus.”

He smirked. “Well. I’ve got tattoos. Still working on the emotional availability bit.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? Is that a warning?”

“More like full disclosure,” he shrugged, grinning. “I work in both worlds. I breed magical motorbikes—big business actually. But I bartend in the Muggle world too. Pays tips and phone numbers.”

You gave him a playful smirk. “So you’re good with your hands and your words.”

“Very,” he said, voice dropping just slightly.

You raised a brow, equal parts amused and intrigued. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, lazily. “But don’t change the subject. You know what I do—now it’s your turn. What’s the day job?”

You leaned back, letting your fingers trail along the rim of the couch. “Why? So you can decide if I’m girlfriend material or not?”

Sirius laughed, the sound warm and unguarded. “Bit late for that. You already passed the tattoo test.”

You tilted your head. “Alright, fine. I work in the Ministry.”

His nose crinkled, mock-dramatic. “Merlin. Please don’t say Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Worse,” you said, lips twitching. “Magical Policy Advisor.”

Sirius blinked, then gave a low whistle. “Bloody hell. What’s that mean—lots of paperwork and telling people what not to do?”

“Basically,” you said sweetly. “Except instead of only telling people what not to do, I fight for those who need better rules in the first place.”

That made him pause, eyebrows lifting just slightly with curiosity.

You continued, voice steady. “I work with communities the Ministry tends to overlook. Werewolves, for one. Or magical families who live mostly Muggle-adjacent and get caught in the gaps. I make sure legislation doesn't just punish them for existing.”

His gaze sharpened. Not in a dangerous way—but like you'd said something unexpected, something real.

“Werewolves?” he said slowly.

You nodded. “They're constantly getting shafted by outdated laws. No protections, no employment support, no real housing access. I'm not saying I can fix it overnight, but... someone has to start somewhere.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment, watching you with something more than amusement now.

“You know,” he said finally, “I’ve known a lot of people who talk about change. You actually sound like you’re doing it.”

You offered a small smile, looking down in a slight shrug. “I try.”

A smile tugged at his mouth, softer this time. “That’s kind of mad impressive.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You really think Ministry work is impressive?”

“Yours is,” he said without missing a beat. Then, after a pause: “Also pretty damn hot, in a morally-upstanding, save-the-world kind of way.”

You laughed. “Glad to know my ethical code is pulling.”

Something shifted behind his eyes, the mischief easing just slightly. “That sounds like real work. Like, proper responsibility.”

You nodded. “It is. Someone’s got to keep things from falling apart.”

A beat of silence settled. Not awkward. Just full.

Sirius looked at you in that way he sometimes did, like he wasn’t just seeing you but reading you. “You ever get tired of being the one holding it all together?”

The question caught you off guard. Not in a bad way. Just in the kind of way that made your chest tighten. You hesitated, then said softly, “Sometimes. But I like knowing I can. That it matters.”

Sirius nodded once, slowly. “Yeah. I get that.”

And for a second, the air between you felt different—quieter. A little heavier. Like maybe there was something here that wasn’t just flirting in the dark.

Then he bumped his shoulder into yours, light as anything. “Still think I could get you to sneak off work for a ride on my motorbike, though.”

You laughed, and the moment broke gently, like waves smoothing over stone.

“We’ll see,” you said, voice teasing. “Depends if it’s street legal.”

“Oh, it’s not,” he said, grinning. “But I know a few policy loopholes.”

| Confessional — Sirius [He leans back in the chair, arms stretched behind his head with a lazy smile.] “Yeah, alright, I’m in trouble. She’s got that whole brains-and-bite thing going on, and I’m just sitting there trying not to look too impressed. Which I obviously failed at.” [He grins] "She works in magical policy—like, proper Ministry brainpower. And I’m here talking about bartending and bike parts—but somehow, she doesn’t make me feel like a joke. She makes me want to keep up.”

James shouted from somewhere in the villa. “Oi, who put a soul ties daybed in here?”

A beat of silence. Then:

“Do I need consent to sit on it?”

Lily burst out laughing, doubled over with a wheeze. “You definitely do.”

She wandered off, still grinning, and found herself in a softly lit spa room. Steam curled through the air, and shelves were lined with soft glowing potion bottles. Marlene drifted in after her, arms crossed and eyes sharp with mischief.

“Calming draught or love potion?” she whispered.

The girls shared a look—equal parts suspicion and delight.

“We’ll never know.” Lily murmured, reaching out to inspect a bottle that shimmered like opal.

Meanwhile, outside, the mayhem faded into soft background noise. Mary sat curled up on a lounge chair, legs tucked beneath her like a cat soaking up the sun. Remus joined her quietly, his hands folded in his lap, posture open but calm. There was something about him that made the moment feel slower. Steadier.

“You don’t look like someone who enjoys chaos,” Mary said, voice low, teasing.

“I don’t.” Remus replied. “But I survive it.”

She smiled, nodding like she understood more than he expected. “That’s fair. What do you do?”

“I work with a few advocacy groups—mostly around werewolf rights, but also improving access to magical mental health services. There's a lot of overlap.” He paused, then added more gently. “And in the Muggle world... I teach literature. Helps keep me grounded. Bit of a nerd, really.”

Mary’s eyes lit up, warmth spreading across her face. “That’s kind of perfect.”

He raised a brow, faintly amused. “Is it?”

“I think so,” she said, shifting slightly closer. “I’m a Muggle nurse. Training to be a midwife. I volunteer at St. Mungo’s when I can—usually in the trauma wing.”

Remus tilted his head, visibly impressed. “That’s incredible. You must be insanely patient.”

She laughed softly. “Only when I like someone.”

He didn’t reply at first, but the glance he gave her was unmistakably fond. Maybe even a little bit hopeful.

| Confessional — Remus [He sits in the beach hut, cameras rolling and a voice soft but certain.] “I didn’t expect her to get me. But she did. Right away. She’s got this calm... like she understands things without needing the whole story.” [He exhales a quiet laugh.] “Feels rare. And kind of like I don’t have to explain myself for once.”

The night was approaching fast, the stars twinkling as the islanders got ready for bed. In the glam rooms, the girls huddled together in front of the floating mirrors, makeup wipes and skincare preparing them for some sleep after a well-earned, chaotic evening.

“So… who’s getting lucky tonight?” Marlene teased, tugging an eclectic from her wrist.

“Absolutely not,” Lily shot back, grinning as she twisted her red hair into a messy bun. “But I’m sleeping cute, just in case I get any cheeky cuddles.”

The remark drew a ripple of laughter. You dabbed moisturiser onto your cheeks, heat still lingering there. “Seriously though, first impressions?”

Marlene was the first to chime in, smirking as she tugged at her lashes with a wipe. “James has main character energy. Borderline insufferable. I'm kind of all here for it.”

Mary snorted softly. “He definitely has that charm, I’ll give him that. But Remus? He caught me off guard.” She smiled, a flicker of something thoughtful in her eyes. “He’s the kind of quiet that makes you lean in, like he’s storing up something worth hearing. And when he does talk, it’s unexpectedly funny—like a secret joke just for you. Plus, He teaches literature… which makes him nerdy in the best way.”

“Ahh, I’m ecstatic for you Mary! You two looked adorable,” you said, brushing lip balm over your lips. “Proper slow-burn potential.”

“Smart and sweet.” Lily cooed. “A perfectly combination, trust me.”

Marlene sighed dramatically. “They’re all hot. I hate it here.”

“No you don’t.” You teased, flashing her a look. Marlene, in her satin shorts and untamed waves, was the walking definition of dangerously charismatic.

She grinned, something reckless in her eyes. “Fine, I don’t.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Mary nudged, eyebrow raised. “Sharing a bed with Sirius, how’s that for a night.”

You hesitated, fingers pausing mid-swipe of serum. “He’s charming. Like, ridiculously charming. But sometimes I just don’t know if he’s serious about any of this.”

The girls exchanged a knowing look.

“His name is Sirius.” Lily teased, inciting a loud laughter out of you.

“Walked right into that one,” you admitted, tugging on a loose tank top and draw-string shorts. “Yes, he’s hot. But it’s how easy he is to talk to. Makes me think there’s something underneath all that swagger.”

“Oh yea?” Mary wiggled her brows. “Something you want to peel back?”

“Maybe,” you grinned.

A hush of comfortable silence fell. Lily studied her reflection, then spoke more quietly. “Regulus was different than I expected. He listens. And that dry humour? Dangerous.”

“Dangerous is good,” Marlene agreed, encasing her lips with a balm.

Mary leaned back against the counter. “No one’s playing it safe this summer, huh?”

“Definitely not,” you all answered together, dissolving into sleepy, satisfied giggles.

The boys were having the exact same conversation, waiting for the girls to join them in bed. Shirts were tossed, abandoned across drawers. The air faint with spiced sandalwood and whatever cologne Sirius had emptied on himself. Overhead, the enchanted ceiling revealed the perfect copy of the night sky: constellations drifted lazily, an occasional shooting star streaking by creating an atmosphere that was calm and intimate. The kind of hush that follows after a wild night, brimming with unspoken questions.

James was already sprawled across his duvet, one arm flung dramatically over his face. “So. Be honest. Who’s winning love island already?”

“Not you, mate,” Sirius replied, kicking off his boots and flopping onto your shared bed. “You nearly lost your girl to me before the game even started.”

“Please,” James huffed. “Marlene came back, didn’t she?”

“Only after I rejected her,” Sirius said sweetly.

James threw a pillow and it smacked him in the ribs. Remus chuckled from the edge of his mattress, folding his shirt with neat precision. “I think I’m in shock, honestly. Mary chose me. She could’ve gone for any of you.”

“You say that like we’re competition,” Regulus muttered from his side of the room, sliding his silver rings onto the bedside table one by one. “We’re just here to look pretty and ruin it later.”

Sirius pointed at him, mock-impressed. “Was that a joke, Regulus?”

“Write it down,” Regulus deadpanned. “It won’t happen again.”

James sat up. “Nah, but seriously. Lily moved quick. Barely glanced at the rest of us.”

“You sound upset,” Remus noted mildly.

“I’m curious,” James corrected. “She’s got this energy like she means business. Marlene too.”

“She does,” Sirius grinned. “And they got you wrapped already.”

James spread his arms behind his head without shame. “I like a challenge.”

Remus tipped his head toward Sirius. “What about you? You and Y/N looked cosy.”

Sirius hesitated for half a second, rolling his chain between his fingers. “She’s fit, smart, and she doesn’t buy my bullshit. That’s a problem.”

Regulus raised a brow. “A problem?”

“I don’t do feelings, mate. Don’t jinx me.”

James snorted, unimpressed. “You’ve known her for four hours.”

“Exactly. And I’ve already considered scribbling her last name after mine.” He shrugged. “She’ll call me out. I need that.”

Regulus smirked from his pillow. “Clearly Lily’s not the only intimidating woman here.”

“Touché,” Sirius said with a lazy salute. “Now hush before I recite poetry about her freckles.”

A chorus of groans met that threat. Regulus buried his face in his hands, muttering curses underneath his breath.

Sirius nudged him with a sly grin. “You might want to lose that smug look, mate. I see you’re not as detached as you pretend—Lily’s got you hooked, huh?”

Regulus hesitated, his voice low. “She’s smart and gorgeous. Looks you in the eye when she talks to you. It’s intimidating.”

“That’s called chemistry,” James sang.

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned onto his side, pulling the covers up to his chest. “Whatever it is... it’s dangerous.”

Just then, the door creaked open, and one by one the girls slipped inside. Marlene sauntered in first, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she settled in next to James. “Goodnight ladies and gents,” she teased, winking at Sirius before stretching out comfortably.

Lily got in beside Regulus, already pulling her hair down from its bun. “Hope you lot didn’t fall asleep without us,” she chuckled shyly, voice soft as she glanced around whilst the remaining islanders tucked in for the night.

Mary quietly settled under the duvet, her fingers lightly tracing idle patterns on Remus’s naked chest. “You sure surprised me tonight,” she whispered, warmth threading through her voice.

“Likewise, darling.” He gave her a soft smile, eyes fluttering closed.

The room softened under the enchanted ceiling, darkness engulfing them like a warm blanket and the promise of sleep. Encouraging tension to release from within. You felt yourself sighing softly, shoulders relaxing and the unmistakable weight of Sirius’s arm draped over your waist.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Not a bit,” you lied.

His grin softened in the dark. “Good. Because I’m a blanket thief.” Pulling the duvet over the two of you; your shoulders brushed.

You let out a huff of laughter that danced on the tip of your tongue. “Goodnight, Sirius.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

Outside, the sea kept its rhythm and the islanders succumbed into the comforting night. The possibilities of what tomorrow brings lingered in their dreams, crackling with a little bit of magic and a whole lot of mayhem still yet to come.

a/n: and that is part one wrapped up! I hope it wasn't too much, some feedback would be deeply appreciated :)

#marauders fic #marauder au #dead gay wizards from the 70s #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #reader insert #love island #love island au #enchanthings

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