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arrogant dickhead x haughty dickhead prongsfoot

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"Do warmly welcome Peter Pettigrew." The Dark Lord held a hand out, pointing towards him. "He has been generous to join our ranks, isn't that right, Wormtail?" He asked, a grim smile spreading on his face.

Peter felt meek and unimportant among them. He looked around him, trying to forget how he had been loved, and trusted, and how he had been a good person, once. He took in the most notable faces;

Corban Yaxley, as blonde as somber as he remembered him from Hogwarts.

Bellatrix Lestrange, looking at him with an air of superiority that made Peter's skin crawl, and next to her, Rodolphus, his hand resting on the table.

“Wasn’t this my little cousin's friend?" She asked, mockingly, and the whole room laughed cruelly. "I thought you were a good boy," She cooed. "what happened to that? Where are your friends, Pettigrew?"

Peter never answered.

Narcissa and Lucius, holding their hands on the table. He caught Lucius' pale green for a second, and the corners of his mouth made a small smile. Peter didn't know if he was approving of his decision or not. He then looked at Regulus, who nodded, almost imperceptibly.

Severus Snape, who looked at him with big eyes. And Regulus Black.

Regulus looked down to the other man from under hooded eyelids, and he couldn't help but grin.

Peter Pettigrew was rotten to his core.

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“Slug Club dinner tonight,” Lily said, sitting down next to him and smoothing her skirt over her thighs. “He said he’s bringing Maud Ashborn, the Healer, you know, and he said I have a high chance at an internship if she puts in a good word for me, based on the things he’s already told her.”

“Charming,” Severus answered, licking his fingers before flipping the page of his book, then setting it down and turning his head to face Lily. “Wait, did you say Maud Ashborn?”

Lily beamed, grabbing his hands in hers, and focused on the warm of her touch, on the few, faint freckles on the back of her palms, on her nails, painted a light shade of pink. “Yes! Isn’t that exciting? This could be my chance!”

“I hope you get it,” He answered, sincerely. “I know how much you want it.”

“Thank you,” She smiled, then pressed her back to the tree. “You know, I think you could look for an internship, too. Not necessarily at St. Mungo’s, although working with you, and spending more time with you by extension, obviously, would be great.”

“I’ll think about it,” He answered, trying to ignore the heavy feeling of guilt settling in his chest.

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Harry’s footsteps echoed down the corridor, and he flicked the light. Sirius turned his head to face him, his long hair framing his face like curtains.

“Did I interrupt something?” He asked, eyeing Kingsley curiously.

“No,” He answered, in his low tone, giving Harry a pleasant smile. “Sirius and I were just… conversing about a topic of relevance for both him and me, that is all.” He brushed a hand over his (probably previously ironed, now rather crumpled) shirt, trying to make himself look more presentable. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

Sirius gave him a glance, from under hooded eyelids, then grinned at Harry. “Good evening, Harry. Or, well,” He looked at the grandfather clock, which indicated an hour past midnight, “good night. How come you’re still up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” Harry pulled himself a chair and sat at the table. “Why was Kingsley here? I thought he didn’t live here; Pr— Remus did.”

“Well, Kingsley decided to stop by and inform me of my current whereabouts,” Sirius answered, twisting his wrist in a circular motion, watching the wine in his glass crash like waves against a cliff. He slipped off the counter and sat at the table, next to Harry. “What’s keeping you up?”

“Don’t wanna leave you alone here. It’s one of the best summers I’ve had so far, even though most we’ve done is clean this—”

“Bloody filthy house.”

“Well, yes,” Harry chuckled.

“I reckon Kreacher hasn’t done any cleaning around here ever since my sweet old mother croaked.” Sirius scoffed. “But it’s been pleasant having you around here.” He smiled. “Makes for nice company, and also sets this place in a lighter mood. It’s better now, when everyone who lived here’s dead.” He leaned on the two back legs of his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t like being here. Never did.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Harry replied, looking around the old, aristocratic kitchen, “it’s very warm. Almost homely, I’d say.”

Sirius laughed, and they fell into comfortable conversation. The moments ticked away, and Harry felt, even in the rotten, heavy atmosphere of Grimmauld Place, like home.

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Prongsfoot is Sirius and James constantly throwing each other into doors and having their mouths on each other the second they’re alone. It’s also James turning on the usually unflappable Sirius in public places when Sirius can’t react to him, and then Sirius taking over the second no one’s around.

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unrequited padtail and unrequited prongstail peter can’t help it but fall for people who are so intelligent and smart and handsome and perfect

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All i want is Remus to be kind and gentle with Sirius he fucking deserves it

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This was silly

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Mary: Are you a morning person?

Peter: Not even close. I’m a "hit snooze" button enthusiast.

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The moonlight cast shadows across Sirius’ face, accentuating his sharp features, and bringing out the metallic gray of his eyes. He brought his knee to his chest, wrapping his arm around his leg, and snorted in amusement.

“You’re staring.”

How could I not, James asked himself, when you’re so ethereal? You’re a painting made of charcoal, ivory, and stardust, that I could stare at, take in every single detail, every single stroke that I hadn’t noticed before, and analyse you from every angle. I’d fall to my knees in front of the temple that you are, worship you the way you asked me to, love you the way you wanted me to.

“Maybe I am,” He answered, “but can you blame me? You’re good-looking.”

Sirius bit the plump of his lip, and James wished he would instead, show him how he made him feel. “Thanks,” He replied. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“I really want to kiss you.” He blurted out.

Sirius leaned forward, pressing his lips to James’ in a quick, chaste kiss, yet his heart thrummed rapidly in his chest. He wrapped his fingers around Sirius’ arm, holding on to the moment.

“Good night, James,” Sirius grinned, and just like that it was over. He pulled the curtains to his friend’s bed, and James heard his footsteps and the creak of the bed as he sat back down.

“Night,” He trailed off, his fingers ghosting over his lips.

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there's something about punk, angry and normally rest bitch face looking sirius black tying a giant pink bow to his daughter's ponytail with the biggest of smiles

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Regulus stopped abruptly in the doorway, looking at Sirius.

"What are you doing?"

Sirius whipped his head around, a battered down backpack on his back and nothing else; the trunk was discarded next to his bed, almost empty, besides Sirius' school robes. He was wearing those stupid, large Muggle jeans and a t-shirt with a band Regulus had never heard of, paired with heavy boots and a jacket one size too big for him.

"What does it look like I'm doing to you?"

"The holiday does not end for another week or so," Regulus stated, matter-of-factly.

Sirius closed the distance between them. Even dressed like a Muggle, he held his chin up and his glare proud, as Regulus himself did.

"I'm leaving," Sirius said, lowly. "I'm leaving, and never coming back."

Regulus stood in the doorway. "No, you are not leaving. We had enough of that with Andromeda when she ran off with that heinous man, you are not going to cause another scandal in our society."

Sirius leaned forward, their noses almost touching. "I don't give a shit about what you want me to do or not, Regulus." His tone was threatening, and there was a glint of something in his eyes that his brother couldn't quite place. "You can make your own choice, but you're not going to make me stay here, whether you want me to or not. Get the fuck out of my way."

Sirius shoved him with his shoulder hard enough to send him, stumbling ever so slightly, down the corridor. Regulus heard his steps down the stairs, the things he and his mother had shouted at each other, and the door closing.

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Sirius and Regulus' ragged breaths were coming out in mist, fogging into cold November night's air. Their chests were rising and falling rapidly, their glares vicious.

“All you can pride yourself on is your name,” Sirius rasped out, his voice hoarse, “your name, and the title you're gonna wear once your daddy croaks.”

“At least I am not a traitor.” He hissed, pulling his cloak off his head and revealing his face; his sharp cheekbones, his sunken eyes, his father's face.

“You pride yourself on something that was fed to you with a silver spoon," Sirius retorted. "Your pride is something you never worked for, something you never deserved in the first place.”

“As if you are the person who should talk to me about pride," Regulus scoffed, as he turned his back to him, "you, and James Potter, a belligerent, boastful blood traitor who—”

Sirius' fist collided with Regulus' face. He staggered back, grasping at his nose, the crimson of his bloody slithering down his arm, painting The Dark Mark on his arm in a furious red. Sirius' fist met his face again, and again, and again, his his knuckles splitting in his younger brother’s face; Regulus' back met the cold wall of the old, battered down building, his arm coated with gore.

"You—” Regulus gasped.

“Open your mouth again and I will make you regret it,” Sirius said coldly, and disappeared, blending back into the bustling streets of London.

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sirius: *says something intelligent, like he always does*

james: *engages in the intelligent conversation, offering his point of view, too*

remus: *offers his opinion from time to time*

remus: *in his head* i never wanted someone this bad in my entire life

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I can’t scroll past a single post about Sirius being the tallest Marauder without someone commenting 'Omg I agree but Remus is TALLER' or 'Remus is a giant, he's 6'3 '

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i think you've swayed me to tall sirius

🙏🙏🙏🙏

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james had some rather interesting dreams that included both lily evans and sirius black during the years of his adolescence