𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧
HONEYMOONS were supposed to be spent exploring the city or village you and your partners decided to visit. Instead of enjoying the beautiful Brighton Palace Pier, you and your new husbands were stuck in the hotel while it rained outside.
One summer when you and Lily were fifteen, your mother and father took your entire family on a trip to Brighton. From the moment you stepped out of your father's station wagon you fell in love with the seaside resort.
Currently, you, Remus, and Sirius were in bed. Your arms were crossed as you stared angrily at the television. Your mouth was fixed into a pout. You wanted to go outside and enjoy the beach. Since it was January, the beach would be less crowded with tourists. You wanted to sink your feet into the sand as the cool breeze kissed your exposed skin.
“Hey,” Sirius brushed his fingers along the downturned corners of your mouth, “what’s got my wife frowning?”
You huffed, “It’s raining.”
“I thought you loved the rain,” Remus responded. You did love the rain. You loved it when it rained while you graded essays as you sipped on your favorite tea. You loved it when it rained while you were curled up on the couch with your favorite book. You were at your happiest when it rained but now, you were incredibly irritated.
“I do love the rain but I wanted to actually enjoy Brighton. I wanted to show you the city that was special to me when I was younger. I didn’t want to just sit in the hotel while we watched telly,” you uncrossed your arms and laid them on your lap.
You had everything planned. First, you three would check into the five-star hotel that you managed to snag for half the original price. It had a gorgeous view of the beach and it included free room service. You felt incredibly lucky that you happened to check the old post before Remus could throw it out. The post happened to include an advertisement that advertised the hotel that you were currently staying at.
Back to the itinerary, after you would check into the hotel, the three of you would get ready and head over to dinner at the beachside restaurant you made reservations at three weeks ago. Then you would have ice cream at a parlor that your father had taken you and your family to all those years ago. Everything was planned out perfectly but you forgot to check one tiny detail that could make or break the entire trip. While you planned out everything else, you forgot to check the weather.
“It’s all my fault. I planned everything but forgot to check the weather,” you shook your head as you put it in your hands, “I’m sorry.” You felt like pulling your hair out. How could you forget to do the one thing that determined how you spent your honeymoon?
“There’s no need to apologize. Honeymoons are for married people to spend time with their new spouses,” Remus put his arm over your shoulder. Sirius copied Remus, putting his arm around your shoulder. Having both of their arms around your shoulders reminded you why you married them in the first place. You loved them and perfect honeymoon or not, they were meant to be yours forever.
“Believe us, if we could change the weather so that our wife could be happy then we would,” Sirius whispered into your ear before he kissed your left cheek.
“Just spending time with each other makes me happy,” Remus said before he placed a soft kiss on your right cheek. Remus then looked over at Sirius and puckered his lips, silently asking for a kiss. Sirius obliged and leaned over your head and placed a gentle kiss on his husband's lips.
“You know,” you sat on your knees facing Remus and Sirius, “we can just buy umbrellas and luckily, I brought our coats just in case something like this would happen.” Your sour mood suddenly changed when you realized that there were simple solutions to your problems. You didn’t need to spend your honeymoon sulking inside your five-star hotel room when you could go outside and enjoy the beach city.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it,” Sirius said as he got off of the bed.
Instead of gracefully getting off of the bed, you accidentally got your foot caught in the sheets. That caused you to fall and hit your head on the floor. It hurt like a bitch but you were fine after a few seconds.
“Are you okay?” Remus rushed to help you get off the floor.
You dusted yourself off, “I’m fine. It’s just my head.”
“Exactly, you could have gotten a concussion,” Remus said as he rubbed the spot where you hit your head. You took his hand off of your head and kissed his palm, “I’m fine. I promise.”
You went over to your trunk and rummaged through it. You got out Sirius’s black leather jacket, Remus’s brown tweed jumper, and your long black coat with white faux fur on the inside.
“You know there’s a spell to repel water, right,” Remus said as he put his wand in his pocket.
Right! According to Molly Weasley, there was always a spell for everything. “I hadn’t thought about that actually,” you said as you grabbed your wand from the drawer on the bedside table. You did not use that spell as frequently as others so it took your brain a minute before you could remember it.
“Impervius,” you pointed your wand at Remus, and then you repeated the action for Sirius and then yourself.
“Wait,” Sirius said as he fumbled with something in his jacket pocket, “won't the muggles think it’s odd that we’re walking in the rain without an umbrella?”
“We don’t want to bring too much attention to ourselves,” Remus agreed with his husband.
“Fine,” you put your wand into the pocket of your coat, “I think I saw a gift shop in the hotel lobby. We can check if there are umbrellas there.”
There were in fact umbrellas there but unfortunately, they only had children's umbrellas. So you had to hide from the rain under a Thomas the Tank Engine umbrella with your two husbands. Instead of fitting in you most definitely stood out.
Making your way down the wet streets of Brighton you and your husbands came upon the ice cream shop you were searching for. Luckily it was still open on this rainy night in Brighton.
Walking inside, you were welcomed with the smell of freshly made ice cream cones and cold ice cream. Even though it was cold as balls outside you still craved the cold treat.
“What can I get for you lovely people tonight?” the person behind the counter asked. They were wearing a ridiculous pink uniform. It kind of reminded you of the Honeydukes uniform the employees had to wear. They were also wearing a small nametag on their right breast. The nametag said that their name was Ruby. What a coincidence considering that their hair was redder than Lily’s.
“Can I have two scoops of vanilla in a cone with rainbow sprinkles please?” You requested the same simple order you would get every time you would order ice cream.
“Can I just have two scoops of chocolate in a cup please?” Remus asked politely. Just like you, he was a person of simple taste. He didn’t mind what brand his clothing or shoes were. As long as they shielded his body and feet from the outside world they were perfect for him.
“And can I get uh,” Sirius squinted his eyes as he read the menu, “one scoop of strawberry ice cream, one scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and one scoop of rocky road ice cream in a cup please?” You and Remus looked at each other. That was one of the weirdest ice cream combinations you’ve ever heard of but it was also Sirius ordering it so of course it was a bit extra.
“Alright, that will be eighteen pounds even,” Ruby, the ice cream shop employee said as she punched numbers into the cash register.
Sirius paid for the ice cream as you and Remus stood by waiting for it to be made. Soon enough, Ruby handed you and your husbands your ice cream orders and wished you a good night.
The three of you sat in the corner of the shop and ate your ice cream as you chatted. Raindrops splattered across the window and trickled down. After about twenty minutes, you all were done with the tasty treat and decided that you should explore the seaside town more.
Stepping outside of the ice cream shop, you open the Thomas the Tank Engine umbrella once more and headed on your mary way. Down the street, there was a neon sign that caught your eye. Its green lights blinded your eyes in the best way possible. Kings and Queens Tattoo Shop was having a deal. Under its blinding neon sign, there was a red banner that said, “fifty percent off of all tattoos.”
“Look,” you pointed at the sign, “we should get matching tattoos.”
“Doesn’t that jinx the relationship,” Remus said as he rubbed his cold hands together. If Remus wasn’t afraid of needles then he would have gladly gotten a tattoo but unfortunately, his fear got the best of him. "Plus, you know I'm afraid of needles."
“Oh, I forgot you're afraid of needles,” you chuckled. In your third year, before the three of you got together, Remus had an encounter with a poisonous flower which caused him to need much more work than Madam Pomfrey’s poor old wand could do. Once he had seen the comically large size of the needle Madam Pomfrey held in her hands he passed out.
“I’ll get one if you do,” Sirius took hold of your hand and winked at you. Sirius was an adventurous type. After Azkaban, he was not going to let anything stop him from living life to the fullest.
“Let’s go,” you pulled Sirius who pulled Remus towards the tattoo shop.
A large man with crazy tattoos that covered his entire body greeted the three of you, “Hello, you three, how can I help ya.” He was surprisingly nice for a man of his stature.
“Hi,” you offered the man a kind smile, “we saw the sign outside and we were wondering if we could get tattooed tonight.”
“If it’s something very specific then you’ll have to come back and get it done but if it’s something simple then we can have you tatted in no time,” the man said as he slipped a book full of different designs across the counter towards you.
You looked at Sirius, “what do you want to get?” Sirius already had a few tattoos that were littered across his chest. He wanted to get something special in a place where no one but you and Remus would see during your most intimate of moments.
“I know what I want to get but it’s a surprise,” Sirius winked.
You crossed your arms, “fine then. I’ll keep mine a secret too.”
“What about you, sir?” the man directed his attention towards Remus. “Are ya getting anything done?”
“Oh me?” Remus pointed at himself. The man nodded with his tattoo-covered head. “Nah, I’m fine,” Remus shook his head.
“Are you sure? Getting a tattoo might help you overcome your fear of needles,” the man crossed his arms.
Remus paled, “how did you know?”
“I can tell by the way you're looking around at everything,” he shrugged his shoulders, “most people that come in here to get tattooed have a fear of needles.”
“This is your last chance, Rem. It’s your last chance to get tattoos with your spouses,” you smiled up at your husband.
“Spouses?” the man raised his eyebrows. “The three of you are married?”
“We are. Is there a problem with that,” Remus uncrossed his arms and puffed his chest out a bit. Even at his full six foot two stature, the man with the tattoos stood heads taller than Remus.
“Nothing wrong. My daughter is gay so I fully support whatever relationship people have. Plus, it’s none of my business,” the man put his hands up in defense, “the only business that matters to me is wheater or not you’re getting a tattoo.”
Remus sighed and rolled his eyes, “fine! I’ll get a small one.” You and Sirius jumped for joy as you went over and gave Remus a big bear hug.
“I’ll get the three of you settled into separate rooms,” the man said as he retreated into one of the back rooms.
“What made you change your mind?” Sirius asked. Truth be told, he didn’t know what went over him. Maybe it was the way that you clung to Sirius that made him reconsider. Or maybe it was the way that Sirius’s tattoos always made him bite his bottom lip with desire.
“I don’t know. Maybe I want to look cool,” he shrugged.
Ten minutes later, the three of you were called into separate rooms. Your tattoo artist’s name was Brinley. She had vibrant pink hair that reminded you a lot of Tonks’s, a nose piercing, stretched ears, and her arm littered with all sorts of whimsical tattoos.
“So, do you have any designs in mind and where it’s going to go?” She spun around in her chair to get out a paper from her workstation.
“I want to get a simple outline of a full moon and a star on my hip bone,” you said as you lay on the hospital-style table. The full moon was obviously an homage to Remus’s lycanthropy while the star was an homage to Sirius’s name.
“Is this your first tattoo?” she asked. You nodded and She sucked in air through her teeth, “if this is your first then it’ll be really painful. Might I suggest getting it somewhere less painful?”
“Nah,” you shook your head, “I have a high pain tolerance. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright then,” Brinly nodded. She stood up and went to her workstation to gather her supplies and in no time, she was ready to put the tattoo needle to your skin.
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You and your husband quickly walk into your hotel room and shut the door behind you. Your fresh tattoo was rubbing against your trousers. The three of you waited until you were back in the privacy of your own hotel room.
“I want to go first,” you chewed on your lip. Where your tattoo was placed was a bit scandalous. No one would be able to see it beside your husbands.
“Alright,” Sirius said as both of your husbands sat on the bed while you stood standing.
You let out a breath, preparing yourself to show off your new tattoo. Your hands slid down and connected with the buttons of your trousers.
Remus and Sirius gulped as you unbutton your trousers. Your trousers fell to the floor and their eyes traveled down from the floor and up to your hip bone. A fresh tattoo was covered with plastic wrap.
“Is that the moon and the stars?” Remus asked as he looked at it.
Sirius got up from the bed and kneeled in front of you. He looked up at you with his beautiful grey eyes and said, “the moon is for Remus and the star is for me.” You nodded and ran your fingers through his curls. “Oh, I love you,” Sirius said as he stood up and kissed your lips.
“I guess it’s my turn now,” Remus said as he stood up. Remus went to slide his brown tweed jumper off of his body. The white shirt he was wearing underneath was soon to follow. Remus stood shirtless in front of his husband and wife. There on his right pec lay a fresh tattoo.
“December Twenty-Fifth, Nineteen Ninety Six,” you read. “That’s our wedding day!” you smiled.
Remus was glad that after all the excruciating pain he went through, he was able to see the smile that he loved so much. It was pretty much worth it in his mind.
“I’m proud of you, Rem,” Sirius got on his tippy toes and pressed a kiss to Remus’s forehead. Standing at five foot eleven, Sirius sometimes had trouble giving his husband forehead kisses. Remus would always bow his head down a little whenever Sirius was in the mood for forehead kisses.
“Now, last but not least, we have the new addition to my tattoo collection,” Sirius said as he unbounded his trousers. From where you were standing you could see the tattoo peaking out from the waistband of his boxers. Sirius had to move the waistband of his boxers so that you and Remus could get a good look at it.
“Property of Y/N and Remus Evans-Lupin-Black” was written in a cursive font.
“It’s beautiful, Sirius,” you brushed your thumb just above where the plastic covering of the tattoo sat.
You were sort of thankful that it rained. If it hadn’t then Remus would have never gotten over his fear of needles and you wouldn’t have gotten your sick tattoo. Turns out Brighton was just as special when it rained.