𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 | ᴘᴏʟʏ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⏤ LOVE EYES

sum. : you don't see it but the boys have love eyes for you

g. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james ; tattoo artist sirius ; piercer remus ; oblivious, innocent reader ; love eyes marauders ; sirius is a womanizer ; he doesn't care to notice though ; snack runs with sirius on his motorbike ; shoulder massages for remus ; james loves picking you up ; james is so silly ; domestic baking with james ; wolfstar moment ; lots of hugging

length : 2.7k

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Sirius watches lovingly as you balance your laptop on your thighs and work through an essay you had to complete by the following week. When you had time away from final year lectures, seminars and practicals, you would usually occupy the private office and lounge room of the studio's top floor in order to work through your uni assignments. The university libraries were quite suffocating in that they pressured you into unhealthy productivity mindsets, which often lead to unhealthy eating habits and a shortcut to burn out. However, you had found solace in the calm of the tattoo studio's office that usually remained empty throughout the day when the boys were attending to clients. The calm silence was welcome and helped with your personal productivity and pacing of assigned workload.

Usually, Remus would accompany you, doing mundane admin tasks that helped manage the parlour and its clients but he had to leave as he had several appointments today. You've made some decent headway with the essay in Remus's absence and you were using some of the momentum to get even more ahead when you felt a familiar presence take a seat beside you before throwing their arm over your shoulders.

"Hello, dollface," Sirius whispers and presses a gentle kiss against your temple.

"Hey Siri," you acknowledge him with a sweet smile and tilt your head against him briefly before continuing with your essay. Focused with your brows furrowed and gently gnawing at your lip, Sirius silently admires your concentration; it looks good on you, a meritorious contrast to your usually soft features and expressions.

However, as much as he loves this side of you, he loves your attention more, "...are you really gonna just ignore me?" he whines in his usual playful manner, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Sirius, I have to finish this essay—"

"Not until the following week, so you have time right?" you don't answer him. He was right but you still needed to work on the essay. Grumbling under his breath, Sirius leans his weight against you and sighs and huffs and whines in between minutes of silence. Even though this type of selfish distraction would typically irritate you, you know that you could afford stepping away from the essay so it was more than entertaining to hear his fussing. You also thoroughly enjoyed Sirius's floundering and adorable attempts to guilt you into paying him some attention; it was almost adorable, like a puppy wanting attention.

It wasn't until Sirius gave a significantly frustrated whine that you exaggerated a sigh and saved your progress to close your laptop screen, "...I'm all yours, Sirius," you finally conceded, reaching a hand up to lift his hair out of his face.

With a wide grin, Sirius leans his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with content and satisfaction at having finally won you over, "Snack run?" at his suggestion, you almost jump out of your chair in excitement.

"Yes please!"

With perked ears, Remus and James smile to themselves at the sound of you and Sirius giggling down the hallway and outside to the leather-wearing tattoo artist's motorbike. They knew you both made a ritual of going on snack runs for them and, although they appreciated the snacks, they adored your happy laughter echoing in the halls much more.