#James forgot his fucking wand

[spiritstar477]

Happy 43rd anniversary to the time James Potter forgot his wand on the couch!

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet for 'It runs in the bood'

I was so moved by all the lovely comments I got, that it made me want to work on the new chapter immediately, even if I probably should rest, instead.

Anyway, here is a little taste of Sirius being his horrible self.

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He finds Snape crowding Quirrell against a wall, acting all intimidating.

However, he’s a fucking looser that can only intimidate little children; it’s only when Sirius shows up that Quirrell bolts, making himself scarce so quickly, Sirius could swear he more flew away that walked-

I must be tired. Sirius must be seeing things that aren’t there. He had a very rough Samhain night, like all Samhain nights are for him, and after that, he had to open a letter to read Harry fought a fucking troll.

“That’s how you do it, Snivellus,” Sirius barks at him. “See, I just have to show up and people flee from me.”

Now it’s Sirius that crowds the miserable twat against the wall. “I hear you’re trying your hand at bullying, Snivellus. The problem is you’re trying it with my boy. I thought I should remind you why that is a terrible idea, the worst you’ve had in ten years.”

Snape glares at Sirius, with those black holes he has instead of eyes.

“How is it possible you got even uglier?” Sirius asks, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

Snape pulls out his wand, face twisting with hate.

Sirius laughs. “Really? You want to curse a Hogwarts Governor? Not only you got uglier, but stupider, too. Truly, life doesn’t seem to agree with you. Shut up!” he growls, when Snape opens his mouth. “I don’t care to hear what you have to say; I never did.” He steps closer, towers over Snape, who still holds his wand firmly, but hesitates to do more with it.

“You know what I think, Snape? I think you should have another moonlight encounter with a four legged, furry animal. I think the first one wasn’t enough to teach you a lesson. You know why it wasn’t enough? Because James saved you. But you got him killed, you sniveling worm. You got him and Lily killed, and now there’s no one to save you when I send Greyback after you. And I will, if I hear a single complaint against you from Harry. You know I will.”

“You-” Snape hisses, going red and deathly pale at the same time. It’s a funny combination. “That’s all you do these days, threaten to set the werewolf on people? Brave Gryffindors should fight their own battles-”

“You’re unworthy of my wand. Curses are wasted on you. I even feel sorry for Greyback, to stain his fangs with your disgusting body…a pity. Alas, that’s why I have minions, to spare me of such undignified tasks. You’d like to have minions, too, no doubt. You’d love to have the means to set a werewolf on someone; that’s why you’re on a power trip with the children, you fucking arsehole, because they’re the only ones powerless enough to listen to you. But you don’t have anything, that’s the truth. Remember, I used to tell you, when we were kids ourselves? That you’ll die alone and unwanted? Seems I was right. No doubt you’re still sleeping with Lily’s picture on your pillow, since the poor photograph can’t exactly protest to your pathetic presence. At least have the decency not to antagonise her son- the one that you orphaned.”

“Sirius,” a firm voice calls from the end of the hallway.

It’s Dumbledore’s no nonsense voice, very different from how he sounded half an hour ago.

“Oh, sorry,” Sirius hisses at Snape. “I forgot you do have someone. A master to serve. A new one, that is. You’ve forsaken the first one, after all-”

“Sirius!” Dumbledore’s voice gets even steelier, and it’s coming closer.

“Stay away from Harry, you greasy pice of shit!” Sirius warns, and then turns and storms away.

And if that weird Quirrell stalks after him again, he’s going to meet the bad end of Sirius’ wand. He’s reached the limit of his patience for the night.

For the entire fucking year, actually.

[meepwrites]

The marauders being idiots part 2.

Or, the marauders and that time they opened the chamber of secrets.

Because I am afraid that I am convinced there is like a good 70% chance that they did manage to get it open and I have funny thoughts about the what ifs :

They absolutely learnt abt the serpentine tap from Regulus - when they officially set off to build the marauders map Sirius was BIG on uncovering every and any secret, they chased after several false rumours in the hope that they missed nothing.

they were going to be THE coolest.

So of course Regulus eventually got asked if he’s heard or seen anything that could hold mysteries,

after a minute of sheer deadpan silence he eventually answered with the third floor girls bathroom that he remembers back from when he’d still used it, he told them all about the embezzled tap and the slytherin rumours surrounding it, followed with an ominous

“Nobody dares open it, but girls giggle over it nonetheless.”

If there is any reason they got it open it was for 2 reasons :

1) Sirius’s sheer fucking stubbornness

2) Him remembering that Regulus had told him once that if (This idea is stolen from a pinterest post bcs I loved it) Slytherins ever forgot the password to their common room, they could, if they dared, attempt to hiss parseltongue at the door, it always answered to parseltongue.

Regulus with his rather good sense of languages had been one of the few who mastered the intenation of the hissing and though it sounded terrifying and dumb he had attempted to teach it to Sirius ‘Incase of an emergency.’

Sirius eventually after 5 nights had an epiphany staring at the tap and started attempting hissings and snarls because “Look, if that isn’t Slytherin Salazars mark I don’t know what is ! it looks like a terrible quivering little snake and the rumours say-“ “But those are rumours pads-“ “and if they are true then-“ “Ay ay don’t worry Pete, and James come on it’s worth a try !”

Eventually the chamber opened and they were all stunned,

James basically immediately jumped up and towards it. Excited finally for his days of boredom were at last gone and called after pads to join him who was basically jumping up and down in excitement.

Remus nonchalant and a little horrified albeit curious, fiddled his prefect badge between his thumb and his index finger and told them matter of fact that he will stay to keep watch, he didn’t reply to Sirius’s ‘We’re the only ones out of bed !’

Peter, terrified little Peter chose to stay with Remus despite Sirius pushing for him to come and not be a worry stick like ‘that one over there.’, he simply backed behind Remus who was still reading a book albeit glancing towards the opening every now and then and said “No no no, you and James can go but I am not keen on jumping into holes we know nothing about or how deep it even goes !” Pads scoffed at him, made a she said joke and muttered ‘You’d think his rat instincts would be keen to go through tunnels’ remus wittily answered, and made peter laugh, with ‘Well maybe that’s why you’re so keen to go down them, pads dogs dig tunnels and all.”

Anyway it didn’t take long for mayhem to break down below their feet and for echoes of James’s and Sirius’s voice to come up at Peter and Remus who immediately jumped on the alert.

Sirius and James went clambering up and out of the hole as quick as they could shouting things like

“STUN IT STUN IT.”

and

“CLOSE IT CLOSE IT.”

“DON’T ASK HIM TO CLOSE IT BEFORE YOU’RE OUT.”

“YOUR EYES ARE WHAT YOU SHOULD BE CLOSING YOU MORON.”

“WE STILL NEED TO CLOSE THE HOLE.”

“GO-“

Remus stood there in panic wondering if he was going to have to attempt to say ‘close’ in parseltongue or if the entrance would seal itself or if it was worth booking it to the slytherin dungeons in hopes that Regulus knew how to say close in parseltongue and that he could even make it there and back in time.

Eventually Sirius and James made it out and Remus waved his wand, the sink returned to its original placement in a jiffy and Remus and Peter looked confused upon panting, pale and sweating friends who exclaimed different iterations of

“HOLY BASILISK-“

“PETER’S INSTINCTD WERE RIGHT.”

“We almost died-“

Sirius eventually stopped heaving with his hands against his knees and piped up wiping his fringe from his sweaty forehead

“Do we solemnly swear (yes this is their slogan) not to fucking tell anyone.”

he looked at James for agreement who immediately raised his hand, ‘Ay Ay.’

So anyway.

the only reason nobody knew that the chamber was opened and promptly closed one night in the 1970’s was because the two who went down it absolutely agreed that if they told any teacher that they nearly died because they were snooping around the consequences would be worse than the fact that they nearly died.

Solemnly swore not to fucking breath a word to anyone but Regulus.

Regulus gets the story and he’s glaring at Sirius like “That is NOT why I was teaching you Parseltongue ! That is quite frankly the exact opposite.”

This also means that in the future when Harry recounts his adventures with the chamber and the Basilisk, Sirius exclaims :

“YOU FACED THAT BLOODY THING !?”

and Harry, a little impassive goes

“It was just a Basilisk-“

and Sirius horror struck is like

“Just a- REMUS ARE YOU HEARING THIS ! HAH, just a Basilisk NOT EVEN YOU DARED TO FACE A BASILISK.”

and Remus amused is like

“I would have been mad if I had !”

and Sirius is like

“WELL HE WAS MAD, he killed the bloody thing !”

[jfpstarchaser]

James' in a hurry, running the corridors of the castle without much attention. He's terribly late to his class with McGonagall. His breathing is already a bit labored, he's been running quite a bit, the place he was and his class are on completely opposite sides of the castle.

And James forgot all about when he went there, but fuck if he's not remembering next time.

He bursts through the classroom's door, his wand thrown hastily somewhere in his backpack, alongside his books. His glasses are a little bit crooked from all the running, he sets them right and looks up to Minnie's stern gaze. He throws at her a little, sheepish grin. And her gaze softens just a little.

"I'm really sorry, Professor!" He says, and remembers the rest of his clothes, they're messy just like his hair. He tries to fix his tie, while putting his things on his seat next to Sirius. Sirius, who's looking at him like he's grown a second head, but amused all the same. It makes James frown a little, confused. Then, he hears Minnie's voice again, in the dead silent classroom:

"Mr. Potter, I was not aware of your resort into another House." She says, and looks pointedly to his tie, and James looks down with her. And— oh. It's a green tie. Slytherin tie. He can feel his face heating up the more she looks. He bites his lips and hears his classmates laugh a little, sees Sirius at his side laughing too, and he already knows he will never live it down.

"I—" James starts, but never finishes. There's another commotion on the classroom door he just came through, he looks up and it's him.

Regulus. He and his friends are standing at the door, James' red, Gryffindor's tie clutched tight in his hands. His face is also red, just like James' and his tie, and his beautiful curly hair is a mess. James can also see Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas behind him. They're laughing just like everyone, and Evan gives Regulus a little push that makes him completely enter the room. He gets even more red.

"Excuse me, Professor. I came to get my— my tie." He stutters a little, and says it in a small voice. He's looking everywhere but James and Minnie. Regulus' blushing is already spreading down his pale neck, and James can't take his eyes off him. He's so bloody pretty, James thinks. There's a love bite escaping the collar of his uniform shirt, his top buttons still undone from where James' hands and mouth passed through earlier.

"May as well, Mr. Black. And make sure this will not happen again." Minnie says, waving her wand hand in James' direction. James, who hasn't moved since he saw Regulus again. He bites his bottom lip again, waiting as if rooted in his place for Regulus to come to him. And he does.

He brings his hands to James' tie— no, his tie—, and slides it off James' neck, and looks at him in the eyes, then. And he fixes James' shirt, smooths it down, buttons it up, and wraps James' tie on him correctly, instead of just throwing the red tie back to James, like he could've done. But no. He did it with the same care he does everything when it comes to James, like he needs to be careful or he'll ruin them. He already has, James thinks. Regulus does it naturally, quickly, presses his lips into a flat line and then he looks away. Oh. He seems to have done it unconsciously, James realizes.

James' blushes harder, if that's possible.

Then, Regulus takes a step back. Clears his throat, and looks at the Minnie, red like a strawberry, he bows politely.

"I apologize for interrupting your lesson, Professor. And yes, I shall make sure it won't happen again." He says in his posh, polite way. Even if he's embarrassed, he's still the most polite and composed boy he always is. And, Merlin, James loves him so much. Regulus wets his lips, looks up, clears his throat again and looks at James, eyes full of mischief. "We shall make sure it won't happen again, shall we not, James?"

Damn him. Only calling James his first name in public in a situation like this. It steals James' breath away. No, Regulus does. He wants everything from James, and James hands it over willingly.

"I— Yeah. Yeah, love. Whatever you say." James says back, still feeling inebriated by this boy. James' absolutely weak for the way his name rolls out of Regulus' bitten red lips. It's absolutely happening again. All of it. He just knows. And Regulus does, too. He smirks at James, even if his blush, that was going away, comes back brighter, acts like it's nothing, and looks away from James again.

James sighs. He wants him so much. All of him.

"Then, please excuse us, Professor. I'll be on the way to my own class. Apologies again." Regulus says, all polite again to Minnie, who nods at him, and then he's going for the door. He doesn't say anything else, even if he swats his hands at his laughing friends, who were waiting for him outside the classroom. He glances back to James once, and closes the door. James sighs again, quietly.

He's still looking at the door when he's startled by a voice that he knows all too well, coming from beside him.

"This is the most put-together your uniform has been all year, Prongs. Enjoying my little brother doing your tie now, are we?" Sirius drawls, very much like his brother likes to do and glares at James.

Fuck. Fuck.

[seriouslysam8]

Brumous Sneak Peek

This is an unedited sneak peek, but I was too excited to post it.

Chapter Sixty: Through the Cracks

Marlene scooted closer to him, her lips pressing against his jaw just below his ear. Her fingers lightly caressed his chest. Sirius slid his eyes closed, enjoying the way she trailed her lips down his neck. Her body shifted as she glided on top of him. Sirius ran his hands up her bare thighs. He didn’t think it would take long for him to be ready for round two. Marlene was doing an excellent job already.

“Sirius,” a male familiar voice called.

Sirius snapped his eyes open, his hands stilling on Marlene’s thighs. She must not have heard it because she was still kissing him just above his clavicle. Slowly, his head turned and Sirius jumped at the sight of his messy haired godson. 

“Fuck!” Sirius shouted.

“What?” Marlene pulled away, her wide eyes staring at him.

He hadn’t even heard the kid come in. Had Marlene let him know her unlocking pattern for the door?

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, trying to pull the blanket up to cover Marlene’s naked body.

Marlene turned to look at Harry as well. “Who are you talking to?” she asked, her palms pressing against his chest.

Sirius squinted at the figure, his eyes flickering up to the kid’s forehead. There was no scar. Sirius held his breath. Now the ghost of his dead best mate was visiting him when he was having sex? Could his life not get any more fucked up?

“Look at the time,” James demanded.

“What?” Sirius gasped out. “The time?”

“Sirius, who are you talking to?” Marlene demanded.

“Look at the time, Pads, please,” James insisted.

Heart hammering in his chest, Sirius’ gaze flickered over to the clock on the bedside table. It was a quarter past nine. It was past curfew. Sirius realized that Harry hadn’t activated the watch yet. Sirius would have felt it. He looked back at James to see he was gone.

“It’s past curfew,” Sirius whispered.

“So?” Marlene asked. "Sirius, what is going on?"

Sirius swallowed, his hand tapping Marlene’s thigh. “Can you get off me? Harry never activated the watch for the evening. I’m going to bloody well kill him. He knows he can’t forget.”

Marlene eased off Sirius, sitting next to him. Sirius moved until his upper body dangled off the side of the bed so he could reach his trousers on the floor. Except Sirius didn’t think Harry forgot. Harry was a responsible kid. He always did what Sirius asked of him, even if he complained about it needlessly. Harry understood how important it was for his own safety. Tugging the mirror out of the pocket, Sirius sat up in bed.

“Harry Potter!” Sirius shouted at the mirror, his fingers running through his hair to make it look less like sex hair. “Harry Potter!”

Marlene’s hand touched his knee as the seconds dragged on. Sirius felt sick.

“Harry Potter! Merlin fucking damn it!” Sirius hissed. “Harry, pick the fuck up!”

James wouldn’t have come to him unless something was wrong. Harry not picking up the mirror right away was evidence to that. Sirius tossed the mirror onto Marlene’s lap before he leaned over the bed once more. Good thing he brought the copy of the map with him. He pulled that and his wand out of his pocket before sitting back up.

He pressed the tip of his wand to the parchment and lines started to appear to form the map. At thirty-seven, Sirius didn’t want to mess around with silly passwords. He tied the activation and deactivation directly to his wand so all he would need to do was tap it. Sirius shifted the parchment until he could see Gryffindor Tower. He tapped his wand in the middle of the tower and dragged it down to magnify the space so he could read all the names.

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // august 21 // prompt: hallway // words: 441

In all honesty, James should probably have known better. A secret relationship really only works if both parties remember to keep it a secret. And well...

"James, what are you doing?" Regulus hisses as James drags him down the hallway, tightly gripping the fabric of his robes. Regulus glances behind them to make sure no one else is around, but James keeps forging steadily ahead.

"Just trust me, love," James says.

"I do trust you but I also trust that you forgot that it's dinner in two minutes and the halls will be flooded with students any moment now."

And yeah, Regulus is right. James did forget that bit. He whips his head around, checking if anyone else is around before pulling Regulus into a cupboard with him. It's dark and a little small, but neither of those things matter when James crowds Regulus against the door to kiss him. Any complaints Regulus might have had seem to evaporate as soon as James presses their lips together.

Regulus hums quietly and James is about to deepen this kiss when someone clears their throat behind them.

James stiffens, immediately reaching for his wand.

"Occupied," the person says mildly. And fuck. James recognizes that voice. Probably would know it in death.

"Hey, Sirius," James says, turning around to face him, even though he can't really make out his features in the dark. James casts a Lumos spell and squints when brightness floods the small cupboard. It actually isn't that small, but it also wasn't made to be inhabited by four teenagers.

Regulus is still standing with his back to the door, definitely not hiding behind James. He curls a loose fist into the back of James' robe, keeping him in place. Just in case.

Sirius and Remus are standing side by side, deeply unimpressed, looking mussed and ruffled. But then Regulus shifts and Sirius catches a glimpse of dark curls. "Hey James, could you do me a quick favor and confirm that you didn't drag my little brother into a closet to snog?"

"Theoretically I could do that, but that would be classified as a lie, and I really don't think lying to you right now is in my best interest."

"It really isn't. You get a ten second head start. One, two, three," Sirius says, voice hard.

James turns to Regulus and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, Sirius' countdown getting louder in the small cupboard. James stumbles when he yanks open the door and falls into a crowded hallway. He takes off at a sprint, but an exhilarated laugh bubbles up in his throat as he tears through the castle.

[regulusttars]

Family is what you make it

I wrote a fanfic of Regulus having dysphoria because i was dysphoric and posted it on AO3 but i'll post it here too

TW: Mentions of Walburga and Orion's A+ parenting (child abuse)

Fuck fuck fuck. I look like shit. I look like a girl.

Slow tears fell from Regulus’ eyes as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He and Sirius had run away to the Potter’s last year and were lovingly accepted into the home. Sirius had come out to Walburga and Orion who did not take kindly to having “mentally ill” transgender children. They had barely made it to the Potter’s before they passed out. 

Over the year,  Regulus and Sirius mended their relationship. Both very happy to know their sibling was going to be safe at home, Regulus drifted towards Fleamont both being on the quiet side, preferring to observe from a distance then being there head first and Sirius to Effie, loving the energy she brought to the home with her smile and cooking.

I need Monty or Remus or someone. Fuck. 

“Amor, you ok in there ?” 

Shit I forgot about James

“I’m fine, J”

“Ok, you ran out the bedroom”

“I’m sorry if I scared you but, um, could you get Remus for me please ? Tell him that it’s an emergency”

“Sure,  Reg, um I know it not the best time to say this but, I love you”

Regulus could hear the smile in James’ voice

“I love you too James, please go now”

Hearing his steps get farther away from the bathroom Regulus let out a heavy sigh, sniffling slightly, he looked into the mirror, only to immediately regret it and look away, trying to control his tears. 

After a minute or 2 a new voice called out from behind the door. 

“Reg ?” 

“Come in, Remus” 

“Hey. I brought your binder and one of James’ massive shirts”

“Thanks Remus, I just. I don’t even know how to describe it. Like, one minute James and I were cuddling, then he wrapped his arm around me and I guess my chest just decided to appear, and then- fuck” 

 Regulus swallowed a sob. 

James probably thinks that I hate him

“I’m sorry for stealing you from Sirius, you can go back now Remus. He’s probably confused”

“Are you sure Reg ? I mean I get it. Before top surgery I got dysphoric all the time. Shit Reg. Some time I still get dysphoric, I’m here for you if you need me” Remus softly smiled as Regulus nodded his head 

As he slipped out of the bathroom Remus poked his head back in “Oh and Sirius said that they wanted me to tell you that he loves you”

“Tell him I love them back”

“Will do.”  and with that Remus was gone.

Slipping onto the clothes Remus gave him, Regulus felt a sense of familiarity as the binder compressed his chest.

Allowing himself to breathe, (as much as the binder allowed him too)  Regulus washed his face and walked out of the bathroom and into the Monty’s lab, which was really just the basement that Monty used for potions

“Monty ? are you done here?”

“Over here kiddo !”

As Regulus’ eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement he could make out ingredients. 

“What are you making ?”

“Pain and sleeping potions for Sirius once he gets his top surgery done soon. They are wonderfully excited about it” 

“They’ll be excited under their hormones are outta wack”

Monty let out a chuckle. “What are you down here for, anywho Regulus ? Not to say that you can’t just be down here, to be down here but you did call out for me while walking down.”

“I just wanted to sit with someone and didn’t want to steal Remus away from Sirius”

“Well you’ve come to the right place my boy, Sit, read, study, try to make a new potion, this is your space.” 

“Thank you, Monty.”

“You’re welcome Regulus”

~~~~~~~About 45 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fleamont!!” Effie’s voice rang through the basement

“YES, LOVE ??”

“DONDE ESTA JAMES” 

“UMMMMM I DON’T KNOW BUT REGULUS IS WITH ME”

“ALRIGHT, BUT IT’S TIME FOR DINNER” 

“WE'RE COMING UPSTAIRS NOW LOVE”

With a gentle flick of his wand the ingredients went back into their respective places with the books stacked neatly in the corner of the room.

“Alrighty then. You coming Regulus ?”

“I'll be there in a little bit, Thanks for letting me hangout with you.”

“Anytime Kiddo.”

And with that the basement was empty of people, bar Regulus. 

Shit, I left James all alone, no explanation, nothing. He’s probably worried. Ahh I should apologize. I didn't mean to. It just happened. 

Breathing in Regulus began to climb up the stair only to be met with a face full of James Potter

“Shit!”

“JAMES” 

“SORRY MAMA, Hey Reg. Are you ok?” 

Instead of responding with words Regulus, buried his face in his boyfriend's chest breathing him in, slowly nodding. 

“I’m glad you’re ok” James' voice had dropped to a soft whisper. “I’m sorry by the way. You need me to stay-

“James, it’s ok. Things just happen. It’s ok.”

James audibly breathed out. “Merlin, I thought you hated me for a second” 

“I could never sunshine, I could never”  Regulus smiled softly, wrapping his arms around James

“I know, but I worry sometimes.” James softly pressed a kiss into Regulus’ hair 

“James,the day I hate you is the day the world ends, I love everything about you” he said with a smile “from your messy hair, to your stupid glasses, your somehow incredibly hot deep morning voice, I love you”  he pulled James into a tighter hug resting his head on his chest “I even love when you tease me for being short” he chuckled.

“I love you too, starshine. Even when you fight with Sirius over who's taller when you're both the same height, I love when you yell at me in French cause you forgot what language you’re speaking in. I love your stupid friends and your gray eyes, that you use to get me in trouble with your brother, the bastard doesn't know when to shut up” 

“James, not the time, not the point” he murmured, leaning back to look up at James.

“Whatever, I love you.”  

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING MUSHY” Sirius’ voice called from done the hall “YOU’RE MY BROTHERS, IT’S BASICLLY INCEST” 

“Toujours pur?” 

“James, shut the fuck up” pulling away from the hug, Regulus began walking toward the kitchen. 

“LANGUAGE THE THREE OFF YOU” 

“Sorry, Mum”

“Sorry Effie”

“I’ll probably cuss again, but sorry Effie.” 

“Come on Reg, let’s get to dinner”  

And with that Regulus kissed James one last time, pulling his hand walking to join his family at the dinner table. 

My AO3 is regulusttars

[charmstwit]

Can we get another snippet of Remus and Kingsley being wholesome? 🥺

Kingsley finds Remus pacing in the kitchen, his hair mussed, eyes still red. The tension is obvious in his body. He’s still dressed in his jeans and jumper, even though it’s half past eleven and the rest of the house is dark. 

“Hello, brother-husband,” Kingsley says as he enters the kitchen. “You’re still awake?”

Remus startles at his voice, turning to look at him. “Kingsley. Hullo.” 

Kingsley moves towards the kettle. Remus looks like shit, although Kingsley isn’t going to tell him that. He sets the kettle on the stove, murmurs a quiet confrigo to start it heating. “Sounds like you had a rough day,” Kingsley says off-handedly.

“You heard,” Remus sighs.

“Just a bit,” Kingsley says. “Want to tell me about it?”

Remus scrubs his hands over his face, and for a long moment, Kingsley thinks he'll say no. They've been brother-in-laws for almost three years, and in this weird relationship adjacent thing for one, but they've never really been each other's confidante. Not since that first day they met in the Hogwarts hospital wing. 

“Sirius is mad at me,” Remus says, staring down at his fingernails like the answers of life are hidden behind a particularly painful hangnail. 

Kingsley spoons tea leaves into the pot. He doesn't think that Sirius was actually angry, but he's not sure it is really his place to correct that. Instead, he says nothing and lets Remus have space to talk, if he wants it. 

“He's right to be, I think. I've not been a very good alpha,” Remus says. 

“Why do you think that?” Kinglsey asks. The kettle whistles, and Kingsley flicks his wand to pour the boiling water into the teapot with the leaves.

“Because it's true.” Remus threads the fingers of both hands into his hair, tugging at the roots. “I’m drowning in university, and I can barely keep up. I feel like I spend all of my time trying to manage these classes, and I'm not even seeing Sirius or James. I missed James’s last game, and I know he said it was alright, but I should have been there. And Sirius is probably over here all the time because I barely have time to look at him. I didn't make it to our call today because I was in the library at school and–and I forgot.” 

Kingsley hums. His tempus chimes, and he pours the tea into two tea cups, sliding one towards Remus. The smell of chamomile and mint fill the kitchen. “And you don’t think Sirius would understand that you were overly stressed today?”

“He didn’t,” Remus says bitterly. “We got in this—it was awful. He yelled, and I yelled, and I don’t even remember half of what we said. James will be just as upset when he finds out how I’ve failed.” 

“What did you tell him? Sirius, I mean,” Kingsley asks. 

“I told him I was busy, and he kept trying to… I don’t know,” Remus groans. “He kept trying to make some point and I don’t know what it was. I was still trying to study, but he was so upset about the call. It was like he wanted to duel me, almost, that kind of—you know when he and Regulus get properly mad, and you can smell the magic on them.”

Kingsley nods. “Yes, I am aware.” 

“And now he’s not even in our bed because I’m such a shoddy fucking alpha,” Remus says, setting his tea cup down. “I can’t even handle university. I studied the roots of magic, and I can’t…” He drifts off, self-loathing in his voice.

“Did I tell you about the trip to Belize?” Kingsley asks.

Remus looks up at him and shakes his head. “When are you going?”

“We went last year. It was meant to be a romantic getaway. I’d been busy with work, Regulus is always busy, we thought we’d reconnect. Instead we fought. Regulus felt I was being demeaning by planning the itinerary. I was hurt when he dismissed my plans. He ignored me at dinner, and I went to take a walk to clear my head. I couldn’t understand why this lovely vacation had turned into such a nightmare. And when I got back from my walk, I found our hotel empty. He left.”

“Regulus left?” Remus asks, perhaps in disbelief.

Kingsley nods. “I found him three beaches down, under the strongest Notice-Me-Not I’ve ever seen someone create, crying his eyes out with his feet in the waves.”

“Merlin,” Remus murmurs.

“When we talked it out, we unraveled it all. How I thought I’d been kind to take the planning off his shoulders. How he felt alienated by that. What I took for him ignoring me was Regulus spiraling about losing our magic, and he subsequently took my going for a walk as leaving him,” Kingsley says. He stirs his tea. “A whole, terrible fight was really just the two of us, in our own heads, worrying about each other.”

“What did you do?” Remus asks.

“First I sat and cried with him. I felt awful by then. Wrung out. Then we went back to the hotel and spent the weekend in the nude, eating room service.”

“I don’t think that would work for us,” Remus says. “Sirius isn’t wrong that I’m not doing enough, but I don’t have time to do more. I haven’t been around enough, and it was right of him to point it out. They deserve better. I’ve known that the whole time.” 

“They deserve better than what?” Kingsley asks. 

“Better than me!” Remus shouts, and it’s then that Kingsley notices the tears in his eyes. “I’m not good enough for them, not either of them. If I was smarter, I wouldn’t have to study so hard, and they would be better for it. Either of them could take these classes and not even need to study. If I was a better alpha, I would make time for them. They would be my priority, and none of this would happen. If I was a better human, I wouldn’t be so goddamned tired and trying to play catch up after every fucking full moon, but I just– I can’t do it.” His face is in his hands again, his voice losing the fire on the last few words. “I’m not good enough for them, and I should never have let them convince me otherwise.” 

“Did Sirius say any of that?” Kingsley asks, though he knows the answer.

“Yes, of course,” Remus says, but his brow furrows. “I mean, I think he did. He didn’t need to, though. It’s the truth.” 

“I’m almost certain he didn’t,” Kingsley says. “I do not want to speak for him, of course. I’m sure you know him better than I do.” 

“Right,” Remus says. “Of course. And I’m right.” 

“You’re taking three literature classes, aren’t you?” Kingsley asks, purposefully changing course. 

Remus jerks his head, thrown by the sudden change. “Yes, as well as a class on Roman mythology and a stupid mathematics class.” 

“Do you know what Sirius has been doing when he was over here all week?” Kingsley asks. 

Rmus huffs, shuffling his teacup again. “Getting properly railed since I couldn’t do it.” 

“Reading,” Kingsley says, ignoring Remus’s statement. “He started with Jane Austen, and worked through all of her books. Followed by Dickens and James Joyce. There was something by Becket too. He made Regulus read the Virginia Woolf novel with him. Perhaps you might recognize this list?”

“He’s reading through my course materials,” Remus says, something like surprise in his voice. “Why would he do that?”

“You would have to ask him,” Kingsley says, ��but I suspect that he wanted to help you, if he could.” 

“He didn’t say anything,” Remus says. 

“No, I suspect not,” Kingsley says. “I don’t think he wanted you to feel bad about it, but he wanted to be ready in case you needed help.” 

“Right, because I’m such a fuck up, and he finally decided to tell me when he’d had enough.” 

Kingsley sighs. “I do not believe that was his intention, but of course, you know him better than I do.” Remus grunts in acknowledgement, as though Kingsley has finally come around to his way of thinking. Kingsley continues. “Can I tell you about our day?”

Remus half shrugs, which Kingsley chooses to take as permission to continue. “Regulus and I took him to Diagon Alley today. I think he was already feeling a bit out of sorts, so Regulus had hoped, I think, that it would be a bit of a treat for him. We were going to the shop to see Hope, but as you can imagine, Regulus was sidetracked along the way by some wizard who demanded his attention.” 

“Not uncommon,” Remus mutters. 

Kingsley smiles. “No, unfortunately it’s not. Well, Sirius wandered a bit ahead. I kept an eye on him, but I stayed with Regulus. Perhaps I shouldn’t have.” 

Remus tenses next to him, like he knows what is coming next. “What happened?”

“At first, nothing. Sirius stopped in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, and then the next thing I knew he was talking to a man I didn’t recognize. I started down the street after him, but by the time I got there, Sirius was already dueling the man.” 

Remus inhales sharply. “Was he injured?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Kingsley assures him. “He put the man on his knees. The man kept talking, however. Asking something about you–whether you’ve hurt Sirius yet, or whether you had run off to be with your own kind.” Kingsley sees Remus’s pallor pale, a green tint coming to his skin, and he goes on without prompting. “It wasn’t until Regulus caught up and told Lyall to leave or he’d make him regret it that I realized who he was.” 

“You met my father today.” Remus’s shoulders haven’t relaxed. 

“I suppose I did. I would say it was a pleasure, but it really wasn’t.” Kingsley sips his tea. 

“He didn’t hurt Sirius?” Remus asks. 

“Not physically, no.” Kingsley sets his cup down again. 

“That’s good, at least,” Remus says. 

“Sirius’s main concern seemed to be you. He was worried lest Lyall approach you somehow,” Kingsley continues.

“Of course it was,” Remus says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because Sirius is perfect and I’m a fuck up.”

Kingsley snorts. “Apologies, Remus, but Sirius is far from perfect.”

“I just mean—this, right, Sirius gets attacked defending my honor and I don’t even show up for our standard call and somehow end up yelling at him,” Remus says. 

“Didn’t you yell at each other?” Kingsley asks.

Remus sighs. “Yes, I mean, yeah. But—“

“Is it possible,” Kingsley asks slowly, “that Sirius was especially on edge after seeing your father?”

Remus looks down at his feet. “Maybe.”

“Is it possible that he was as worried about you as he needed your comfort?”

“And I yelled at him,” Remus says miserably.

“Is it possible he yelled back because he was upset about what happened?” Kingsley asks. Remus doesn’t respond, just nods. “Is it possible you yelled because you were so stressed about classes?”

“That’s not a good enough excuse,” Remus says.

“Is it possible you’re two humans who had a bad day and miscommunicated?” Kingsley asks.

Remus rubs at his eyes. “But I should’ve been better. I should’ve listened. I should’ve remembered our call.”

Kingsley shrugs. “Do you think Sirius and James want a perfect alpha, or do you think they want you?”

“I—me, probably. But they deserve better,” Remus says.

“It’s not your place to make a choice for them. Isn’t that what you believe? That omegas should make their own decisions?”

Remus groans. “This isn’t about secondary genders.”

“Nevertheless, they chose you. I, personally, think that was a good choice.” Kingsley grabs Remus’s arm, squeezing it lightly. “You’re a good man, Remus. You had a bad day. Go tell Sirius you’re sorry you missed the call and ask him to tell you about his day.”

“He won’t want that,” Remus says.

“He wanted nothing but that after your fight. It’s why he’s sleeping with Regulus upstairs.”

“He’s sleeping with Regulus because Regulus is a better alpha,” Remus says.

“He’s sleeping with Regulus because Regulus is the closest he can get to you when you’re gone,” Kingsley says. “And anyway, he’s got your pillow in his arms.”

Remus rubs his eyes again, suspiciously close to tears. “To punish me?”

“To be close to you,” Kingsley says. “He may come here when you’re busy, but he’s always wearing your jumpers. Why do you think that is?”

Remus hangs his head, a mournful noise spilling out of him. Kingsley grabs him and pulls him close, squeezing Remus against his chest. Remus sags against him, finally accepting the comfort he’s been fighting all night.

“It’ll be alright,” Kingsley promises. “Go. Wake him up. He’s waiting for you. I’m sure you’ll sleep better in each other’s arms. And in the morning, call James. Then call the school and drop a class.”

He expects Remus to argue. Instead, he just nods wordlessly, hiccuping against Kingsley. Kingsley pats his bat. “T-Thanks, Shack,” Remus says, his voice wobbly. “Thank you.”

Kingsley doesn’t follow him immediately, watching him slowly trudge up the stairs. Instead, he cleans up the teapot and cups, not wanting to leave a mess for Kreacher and Dobby when they wake up, and wipes down the counters. After a few minutes, he ascends the stairs as well. 

The room across the hall from his and Regulus’s bedroom–the one that has tacitly become James, Remus and sometimes Sirius’s room when they stay–is closed, and he can hear soft murmuring from inside as Sirius and Remus work through the day. Kingsley doesn't bother them. 

Instead, he opens the door to his own room and climbs in behind Regulus, pulling him into an embrace. Regulus’s eyes flutter open briefly, and he nuzzles against Kingsley’s shoulder. “Did y’fix it?”

“I spoke with Remus, yes,” Kingsley says, kissing his temple. “I believe he listened, and they’re talking now.” 

“Good,” Regulus says. “Then maybe I don’t have to kill him tomorrow.” 

“You are as kind as you are wise, my Little Prince.” 

[sillylittlejesterman]

Making a Cake

I FORGOT TO POST THIS FOR SIRIUS' BIRTHDAY BUT HERE IT IS (its also on ao3) Just a little silly story that was written very quickly for my favorite wet dog homosexual man's birthday. I love him.

“Uh Remus? I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that,” Peter said, eyeing the gloopy, sludge-like thing in the baking dish. 

“Is–... Is it moving?” James asked. The three boys standing over the tray with what was supposed to be Sirius’ birthday cake in the center. They all startled away when a bubble in the dish popped, making a loud noise. Remus plopped the tray down on the stove top and took his red and white oven mitts off, slapping them on the table while frowning. 

“This makes no sense. We did everything, didn’t we?” He pushed a bunch of empty pans and dirty rags around until he found the badly scribbled out recipe on a now batter-stained piece of parchment. 

“You know, it would probably help if we could actually read the recipe,” James pointed out, snatching the parchment out of Remus’ hands and dangling it in front of his face. Remus frowned in response. “This whole thing is in French. Can’t you find it in English or something?” James continued. 

“Maybe we should just ask Regulus,” Peter mumbled, not really planning for anyone to hear him. He knew Sirius and Regulus’ relationship was complicated to say the least, but he was the only other person that Peter knew who spoke French. 

“No! No it’s fine, it’s not that hard to understand!” 

“Remus you keep saying that but look at the cake– I don’t even know if we can even call it a cake anymore,” James’ voice trailed off as he covered his mouth with his hand, standing to stare at the last six attempts at the cake - each looked worse than the last. 

“French is a romance language with Latin roots and I know latin.” Remus insisted. 

“Latin and French are not the same language, Remus!” 

“They have the same roots!” 

“Guys, the cake is moving,” Peter interrupted, pointing to where the cake had started to form a rather large bubble. The three boys leaned in close to examine it, and like it had before, the cake popped, startling the three and spraying runny batter all over their faces. 

Remus, whose face was contorted by disgust and cake batter, stood shocked, staring at the cake tin before wiping his eyes and flung the batter to the ground with a frustrated groan. 

“Okay, I think it’s time to find a different cake,” James said, wiping his hands on one of the many dirty towels in the kitchen.

“No, his birthday is tomorrow! This is the only recipe we have and we can’t give him a fucking cookie for his birthday” 

“But Moony we’ve been at this for hours! I’m hungry and tired,” Peter whined. 

Remus took a breath and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.“Fine! Fine, I’ll just do it myself,” He grumbled, growing increasingly frustrated with this recipe. “Why does Sirius have to have such posh taste all the time?” Remus grumbled under his breath, snatching the recipe from James’ hands and reading it over again, muttering to himself. 

James and Peter shared a look before sighing, knowing they weren’t exactly excused from the kitchen just yet. Remus would slave over this cake for days if it meant making Sirius’ birthday a happy one, so James and Peter had to stay too. 

—

Frost covered the window of the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory. Almost every year the first snow fell on Sirius' birthday, and Remus knew this because every year he was up. He tucked himself away in the reading nook in the window, the light from his wand illuminating the page he was reading. But when a small beeping noise was heard from his bed he sprang up and quickly turned it off before digging to find the parchment wrapped box he had been hiding for months. 

“Psst, hey,” Remus whispered as he made his way over to Sirius’ bed, careful to avoid the floorboard that creaked so loud it woke Peter up. He tiptoed and drew back the curtain to his bed, snickering at the sight he found. 

Sirius was splayed out and curled in his sheets, wearing an oversized and threadbare Beatles shirt that Remus had given him for his twelfth birthday. It was too big on him then, and still hung just below his red and gold boxers. A copy of the Rolling Stone with Bowie on the cover was open over his face, and the slight sound of his snores  made Remus chuckle, his lips curling into a fond smile.

“Hey, wake up, idiot.” He said, smacking Sirius’ foot. Sirius made a sound and stirred, causing the magazine to roll off of his face and onto the floor with a thump.

“Fuck, I’m awake,” He grumbled, sitting up on his elbows and smiling when he noticed Remus. “You never make it to midnight” Remus teased, crawling onto the mattress and letting the curtains fall closed as he settled across from Sirius. “Oh shut up,” he groaned again, rubbing his eyes as he reached onto the floor to grab the magazine,placing it on the bedside table. 

Remus fidgeted with a small package in his hands as he smiled at the other boy, admiring the way his grey-blue eyes shone in the dim yellow light of the lamp that hung from the canopy above the bed. Sirius smiled back, pushing his hair out of his face while sitting up properly. He scooted slightly closer to Remus.

“Happy birthday,” Remus smiled, finally breaking the comfortable silence the two of them sat in. 

He placed the package on the bed, sliding it towards Sirius.

Sirius’ brows knit together in confusion as he slid his gaze between the gift and the boy opposite him.

“This is different,” Sirius said, starting to unwrap the brown parchment that Remus had shabbily used to conceal the box. 

“Well yeah, cause– this year is different.” 

It was a tradition they’d started their very first year at Hogwarts. Or really, Remus started it. He’d stayed up, wanting to be the first person to wish Sirius a “happy birthday” - he’d had too much energy, and the second the clock turned past twelve, Remus pounced on his friend. Sirius was of course startled at first, but the second he spotted Remus, looking like an easily excited puppy, he couldn’t be mad. Remus gave him a David Bowie vinyl that year along with the giant Beatles shirt and Sirius still had them, still considered them the best gifts he’d ever received. Remus had a weird thing with gifts. He was usually dreadful at gift-giving, but when it came to Sirius he somehow nailed it every time.

“Why, cause I snogged you on Halloween?” Sirius smirked, always playing a joke. It was true, Remus and Sirius had snogged on Halloween. Both of them consumed a little too much fire whiskey that night, leading to a long, painstaking game of spin-the-bottle. Sirius had finally had enough after three rounds, and dragged Remus away to the broom closet. Remus remembered it vividly. The feeling of his heart beating fast in his chest and the taste of cigarettes, whiskey and strawberries on Sirius’ lips– 

“Because you asked me to be your boyfriend on Halloween.” 

That was true as well. After hiding in the broom closet for what felt like hours, Sirius finally dragged Remus upstairs where the kissing continued in a more horizontal position. Alone with only the muffled sound of drunk teenagers downstairs, it became much more intimate as they laid together on the bed, curtains drawn and lips pressed together. Their kissing was less hungry, less filled with need. Remus had pulled away for just a moment when Sirius said it. 

“Remus, I want to be with you,” He’d whispered, his hand tangling in Remus’ hair, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. His voice was quiet, like he was whispering a secret and all Remus thought to do was kiss him in response. 

Sirius turned red, his pale complexion never failing to betray when he felt embarrassed or flustered. Remus found it quite cute.

“Okay, yeah but–” 

“Stop arguing and just open your present, okay?”

Remus cut Sirius off and pushed the half-opened package against his chest, scooting closer to Sirius to get a better look, despite the lack of space on the bed.

Sirius raised his eyebrows at him and laughed. 

“Okay, okay, pushy” He teased, carefully taking the package and unwrapping the brown parchment that was crumpled around it. Inside was a simple black velvet box only about the size of his palm, and Sirius looked back up at Remus. 

“What is this?” He said, holding back a smile. 

“Just open it,” Remus urged, his cheeks turning red. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, a ball of excitement and nerves sat in his throat as he waited for Sirius to open the box. 

Inside the little velvet box was a silver plated ring, with shimmering moonstone embedded in the center, engraved crescent moons sitting curled around either side of the stone. Remus saw it in a shop back home and it reminded him too much of Sirius not to buy it. 

Sirius stared at the ring for a long while, which didn’t at all help Remus’ nerves. 

“It’s not a proposal ring or anything. Sorry if it looks like that,” Remus finally blurted out

He gently placed the box on his covers, smiling at Remus, his heart fluttering excitedly in his chest.

 “I love it,” He whispered, reaching for Remus’ hands, pulling him close - “I love it,” He said again, gently pressing their lips together. Remus melted into the kiss, sighing softly, relieved that Sirius liked his gift. 

—

“Surprise!” The sound of party poppers was loud and confetti sprayed everywhere as Sirius entered the common room. It was all lavishly decorated, or as lavishly as a group of teens could get it.

The common room was full of Gryffindors, though most noticeably James and Peter who stood in the middle of the room, holding a large cake. Or at least it looked like it was supposed to be a cake. The layers were wobbly and the icing was everywhere and it looked as though half the candles on top of it were trying to run away down its side. For whatever reason, James and Peter had thought it would be a phenomenal idea to adorn the cake with sparklers as well. 

Sirius found himself silently thankful for Lily standing close by, seemingly ready with a spell to take care of things, in case it caught fire.

With a struggle, James and Peter put down the cake, fetching a slice for Sirius before placing two sparklers and a candle in it. Looking at the slice, Sirius wasn’t even sure the cake was edible. Still, he took the slice. 

“Oi, what’s that?” James asked, motioning to the small silver ring on Sirius’ finger. James had spotted it when the ring caught the light from the sparklers, causing the stone to shimmer, showing off the elegant moon designed carved into it in the process. 

Sirius glanced at the ring with fondness, his eyes briefly meeting Remus’, before he turned his attention back to James. “Eh, just a little something. Back to the important stuff, hm? If this cake kills me I need to know who to hold responsible,” he joked. Remus smiled. There was nothing that made him happier than seeing Sirius so happy, surrounded by the people he loved.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Sirius would like to think that he’s a pretty reasonable guy. He doesn’t do anything that isn’t justifiable in some way. Most people would agree, until one cloudy Wednesday morning.

Sirius stopped walking suddenly, and Remus continued walking a few steps before realising that Sirius was no longer following him. He slowed to a stop and turned to look at Sirius, arching an eyebrow.

“I forgot my astronomy book back in the dorm.” Sirius declared.

“And you remember this as we’re on our way to class?”

“My darling moons, I have a shitty memory.”

Remus rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. “I know. Go and get it, I’ll cover for you.”

Sirius beamed at his boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek, before running back the way they had just come. He slowed down enough to press a quick kiss to Marlenes cheek as he went past, ignoring her questions.

“Gillyweed!” Sirius told the Fat Lady, winking at her as she swung forward, revealing the common room.

The common room was mostly empty, with nearly everyone being in their morning class.

“Hey Pads.” Peter said distractedly, from where he was laying on the floor by the fireplace with a blank piece of parchment in front of him.

Sirius waved at him. “I forgot my astrology book, Moony’s covering for me while I grab it.”

“Oh-“ Peter looked up suddenly. “Is it in the dorm?”

“Yeah, is Prongs in class or nah?”

“He’s got a study period- but you might not wanna go up there.” Peter jerked his thumb towards the staircase that led to the dorm room.

Sirius frowned and stopped, his foot hovering above the first step. “Why not?”

“Um. Prongs is in a mood.”

“Prongs? He’s never in a mood, and if he is, I’ll be fine.”

Sirius continued walking and Peter scrambled behind him, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “You really, really, don’t want to go up there.”

“Wormtail. I’ll be fine, thank you.” Sirius pulled his arm back and strolled up to the dorm door.

Peter sighed dejectedly as Sirius opened the door and yelped.

Sirius would consider himself a reasonable man, until he walks in on his little brother, sitting in his shirtless best friends lap. James screamed and pushed Regulus away, causing him to land on the floor with a thud, Sirius pulled his wand out and was pointing it at James, and Regulus was glaring at Peter, who shrugged.

“I tried to keep him away.”

“Shit! Shit, sorry Reg.” James leant over to wrap his arms around Regulus and pull him off the floor and back onto the bed.

“Prongs. Put a fucking shirt on.” Sirius said coolly.

James moved to stand and Regulus grabbed his wrist, tugging him back down onto the bed. “No. Go away Sirius.”

”James.” Sirius said warningly.

James tried to stand up again, only to be pulled back down, again. “Sirius piss off.”

James looked between the two brothers, trying to figure out who to listen to. Sirius and Regulus both wore matching stony expressions, silently taunting the other.

“Well, I’m gonna go to class but this was fun.” James said, finally standing up and darting out of Regulus’ reach. He pulled his school shirt on and began doing the buttons up, ignoring the glares that he was getting from both brothers this time.

“James, sit down. You don’t even have a class right now.” Sirius said, tiredly.

James waved his finger at Sirius. “I’m going to annoy Mary. She has notes that I need, and you two can figure this out.”

James kissed Regulus swiftly, and dodged his attempts to grab him again. “James what the fuck!”

James smiled apologetically at him. “I’ll see you later, alright love?”

“no! Not alright!” Sirius protested.

“Stop being a child Sirius.” Regulus grumbled.

“Shut up friendfucker.”

“Oi! Be civil please.” James flicked Sirius in the arm and then kissed him on the forehead.

“Pads, I’ll see you in transfig in an hour. Reg, I’ll see you tonight in the Astronomy tower.” James turned and followed Peter down the stairs to the common room.

“No you won’t!” Sirius yelled after James.

James waved his hand over his shoulder in a “so-so” gesture.

Sirius turned back to Regulus, who was still sitting on James’ bed, leaning back on his hands, grinning lazily. “Your best mate has such a nice-“

“James I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Sirius yelled, running down the stairs to catch up with James. James squealed and ran through the portrait door, away from his friend.

He didn’t get his book, nor did he return to astrology.

[lolo-gay]

(Sorry, english isn't my first language)

Do you know the theorie that Dean is Mary's son ? Well, when I first heard about that, something immediately came to my mind.

We all know Mary did an Obliviate on herself so she forgot everything about her friends. So she never ever could tell Dean about them and he doesn't have a clue his mother was really close to Harry's parents.

Then imagine, just imagine, him having a talk with his DADA professor and learning everything, that his mother was so close to the Marauders, that she had a relationship with Lily Evans, etc. All of that because his professor is Remus fucking Lupin the last Marauder, who recognized him from when he was 1 and played with Harry in the Potter's house. Imagine Remus seeing the masculine version of his friend walking into his classroom without remembering who he is. Imagine Remus crying in his room because seeing Harry talk with Dean give him flashbacks from when he was happy with his friends. Imagine him seeing Luna, knowing he knew his mother better than her, and same with Harry. Imagine him seeing Harry and Draco fighting during his class, and remembering James with Lucius or Severus doing the exact same thing. Imagine him seeing Harry menacing Sirius with his wand in the Shrieking Shack and remembering him cuddling with Padfoot as a baby. Imagine Remus refraining himself to cry in front of Dean because he just passed in front of the bogart in his class and he saw his mother dead, and Remus remembers the conversation he had with her before the obliviate, just after the Potter's death, when she told him she just couldn't face the pain, when she died a little bit for him, and he remembers her face when she saw him in front of her after the spell, and asked who he was, and Remus just hugged her while crying, before disappearing forever from her life. Imagine.

Please someone write about how this year has been so difficult to him.

[prongsfootandco]

Incendio

Day 22 of @prongsfoot-microfic

Unrequited crush for this one

On AO3

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Grimmauld Place had always been a prison, even before Azkaban and then what was essentially house-arrest. Sirius had never thought of his house as a home, only ever a prison. Hogwarts was his first real taste of freedom, and after that James’ house then their flat. 

And then James had left him to get married, which Sirius was totally fine about and definitely didn’t drink himself into a stupor for nearly a year after the wedding. 

Even then, he’d had his flat. Grimmauld Place had been a faded memory until his entire world had shattered around him. 

James.

Dead. 

Impossible. 

Azkaban had been horrendous, but as he sat in front of that stupid fucking tapestry, he almost wanted to be back. 

Merlin, his life had been a mess. The only light point was James, and after thirteen years in the dark, his guiding light had returned. James and Lily both stumbled through the veil, older as if they’d been alive the entire time, and for the first time since that dreaded Halloween, Sirius could fucking breathe. 

He’d embraced his oldest friend in a frenzy, sobbing maniacally until James had been torn from his arms. Still, eventually James and Lily had moved into Grimmauld Place, a temporary measure until they could get Sirius’ conviction overturned. 

And here he was, with his best friend by his side, staring at his ancestors, his relatives… his lineage. 

“No second thoughts?” James asked as he clapped Sirius on the back. 

Ha! 

Did James really think that they’d spent weeks disarming the wards around the tapestry, just for him to back out now? 

Fuck, he’d been dreaming about this moment for as long as he could remember. 

“Pfft. Did death knock out your brain, Potter?”

James laughed, and oh god, had Sirius missed that sound? His laughter was a beacon of hope, and anyone that heard it (Slytherins and Death Eaters excluded) couldn’t help but smile at the very least. It wasn’t necessary a pretty laugh, James had a tendency to snort and guffaw loudly, but it was so full of unabandoned joy that it felt like the sun radiated from James himself. 

“I’ll have you know, I’m as brilliant as the day I died,” James countered, pressing his head against Sirius’ shoulder. 

“You mean the day you forgot your fucking wand?”

“Nah, just my ordinary wand… the fucking wand was-”

“I don’t want to know!”

Lies. Sirius absolutely wanted to know, but it was better for his sanity and unrequited crush if he never found out. Sharing a dorm had been torture enough. Sirius did not need any extra details to fuel his pervy dreams about shagging his best friend and his wife. 

“Spoilsport,” James teased and gripped tightly onto Sirius’ arm. “Come on, then. Let’s burn this motherfucker to the ground!”

Sirius flipped his wand to his other hand, as he laced his fingers with James’. Together they raised their wands. Years of pain and regret, and all it took was one word:

“Incendio!”

[craw-dacious]

Review of made weak by time and fate, but strong in will by dialux

Summary: I really really enjoyed this fic, the characterizations made me actually like the characters like A LOT. Some characters were underdeveloped, but thats alright because it’s such a lily/James focused fic. Ending was good but a little unfulfilling. I do think some of the dramatics and action became more confusing than true plot devices, but it would have gotten very very long with full transitional throughout the book. Criticisms aside, incredibly well written, amazing prose, and truly beautiful symbolism. I read this in about 24 hours.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter by chapter review, from someone brand spanking new to marauders fics (not harry potter)

Chapter one

Wait why is lily calling him Jimmy is that a thing

This chapter is long asf

I need to read up on how magic works, I know Lily is a super good witch but this seems unrealistic even for her

But also the hurt comfort is going to go crazy I already know

Just leaving your baby and almost dead husband alone in the woods is wild

I sincerely hope Snape still sucks complete ass, I hate him and his little monologue does nothing to help

NO WAND BRUHHHH

Overall: I am currently crying. That poor girls mom is dead. Am I confused about pacing? Yes. Am I cringing at the little “I am Thanatos” line to end it? Yes. But, overall the vibes are fantastic and I’m loving it.

Chapter Two

OMG lightning scar!!1

Thor as a wizard is funny bc im imagining like the marvel actor with a big fat wand

Literally how did they forget about Sirius bruh

Calling him Jimmy is getting on my nervesss like I guess its cute but it just does not fit his vibe

Why am I crying again

“Courage dear heart” my mommy captioned an insta pic of me chopping my hair off with that when i was like 9

Recap: the lightning is throwing me big time, like im so confused by what it means. Seems very symbolic and shit but also cool as fuck for James

Im excited for Sirius to be involved

Chapter 3

Crying again bruh Sirius never found out abt regulus in canon so sad

Recap is just that the fic is fire, I like all the dynamics other than thinking remus is a little underdeveloped and I dont understand the earth magic stuff. Excited to see baby harry again

Chapter 4

Crying AGAIN this regulus bullshit is so sad

Wtf are remus and James up to bruh

Lily is so convincing like she’s a genius

I really want to understand lily more as a character. Had a dream we were friends during my sick nap today and she was just Gracie and I called her a mudblood :/

This ritual magic shit is cool as fuck, im sure its not as prevalent in other marauders fic but its slaying

Remus and Sirius being so gay but not enough brother

Recap:

Huge plot shit,, how could this possibly get wackier sillier love it. (I know it’s like scary I just like the creativeness a lot) worried about Narcissa and craving some redemption/mention of Draco bc Im me. Need to see harry. Need to see harry baby harry

Chapter 5

THEY’D SAY HARRY DID IT I FORGOT IT WAS HER MAGIC THAT KILLED VOLDY

Threatening to raise Malfoy as not racist and it working is insane

James is actually so dumb racism is always bruh

But Severus is stupider how does he think his poetic shit is going down in Lily’s head??

HOW DID SIRIUS NOT DIE

HOW DID NO ONE DIE

No baby harry is criminal. Like actually criminal. Im losing it.

RECAP FULL:

I really really enjoyed this fic, the characterizations made me actually like the characters like A LOT. Still feel like Remus was underdeveloped, but thats alright because it’s such a lily/James focused fic. I do wish we’d had some sort of epilogue, I want baby Harry so badly. I do think some of the dramatics and action became more confusing than true plot devices, but it would have gotten very very long with full transitional throughout the book. Also Lily definitely told Petunia shed leave Harry for a couple days and then was gone for weeks. Like its insane.

Numerical: 8.2/10, lost one full point for "Jimmy"

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Only once (696 words) POV: Sirius

Sirius Black had only cried once.

He didn’t cry when his mother tortured him. He didn’t cry when his brothers and sisters tortured him. He didn’t cry when Andromeda left. He never cried, except that day…

Regulus has always been the only thing keeping him in that house. If it wasn’t for him he would have run away ages ago and he knew it. That was why, he, the noble Sirius Black allowed himself to cry, when Regulus took out his wand to crucio him.

Regulus has never been brave. He was always doing everything his mother told him. And yet a part of him hoped that if they told Regulus to hurt him, he wouldn’t listen to them at least once in his damn life.

He escaped that day, went to Potters and promised himself to never forgive Regulus.

…

He was so tired of that little shit. He had to teach Snivellius a lesson. The Slytherin boy had always been a coward. A good scare would be enough for him to leave his… no, not his… just Moony alone. And something just clicked in his brain. A coward like Snape would surely tremble at the sight of a werewolf.

Sirius immediately got to action and told Snape how to get through the shack. He would get through and see a werewolf and would leave them alone! He was so proud of himself. He had found the perfect solution and of course he was so eager to share his brilliant idea with James. He found him on his way to the shack, but when he told James everything, his reaction surprised Sirius.

What the fuck did you do?

James ran to the shack, leaving Sirius to realize what he really did. Sirius went after James, still not sure. It was only when he saw the screaming Slytherin boy running away from a werewolf, only when he saw an injured James helping him run away, when he realized what he had done.

Sometimes he forgets that the werewolf is Moony. His… no, not his… just Moony.

The realization of what happened dawned on him too quickly. No. No! NO!

He wanted to take back. To take it all back. He knew he couldn’t, but, oh boy, how he wanted to. It all got worse when he realized that Moony was going to find out who did it.

“He will never forgive you. And he will be absolutely right not to”, - the cruel part of him said, but he knew it was true. What if James didn’t get there in time? What if Moony killed… He would end up in Azkaban, because of him, because of his stupidity. How would Remus ever forgive him? Sirius wasn’t sure he could forgive himself. He ruined everything!

“You did exactly what Regulus did to you”

But it was different, right? Sirius tried to come up with at least one thing. One thing that was different and after failing miserably, he fell. He fell like he never did before: hands gripping the ground and gasping for air.

He didn’t notice him at first, the werewolf getting closer to him.

It was too late when he did. He knew he had to run away, that it was too dangerous, but he just couldn’t move.

The wolf stopped when he saw Sirius. It didn’t come closer, didn’t try to hurt him. It just started.

When Sirius looked up at him, he felt like he had been punched. Those eyes. For a moment he forgot that it wasn’t Moony. So much pain! The kind of pain he had only seen once… in the mirror. Before Sirius could do anything, the wolf ran away.

And then… Sirius allowed himself to do it. He cried. And cried. And cried. Because his… yeah screw the doubt… his Moony was never going to come back to him. Nothing was going to be the same.

No one saw him cry and months later, after, by some miracle, his Moony forgave him, he told no one.

No one knew, no one saw.

For everyone, and sometimes, even himself…

Sirius Black had only cried once.

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james not bringing his wand to the door when voldermort showed up wasn’t a ‘whoopsie i forgot’ moment it was that he didn’t THINK to bring it because he trusted his friends so implicitly with their families safety that he didn’t ever EXPECT it would be someone he would need to defend himself at the door. the bit where voldermort is looking in at james playing with harry through the window and thinking about how they lived their lives so openly, to the point they don’t even draw the curtains, because they trusted their friends shows that although they both KNEW there was a traitor, they both trusted sirius/peter so much they didn’t at all think it would be them and I think that is what is /actually/ saddest about them dying

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9! :)))

Defenestrate

To throw someone or something out of a window.

Just because of that bitchy anon I’m writing more Jegulus

“James truth or dare?” Marlene asked as the bottle landed on the raven haired boy.

“Truth bitch.” He smirked knowing that she had a dare ready to go but not a truth.

“Fine” she smirked back, playing into his game. “Let me think. Oh! Tell Sirius.”

Everyone in the common room ‘ooo’d.

“What? Tell me what?” Sirius asked, looking around in confusion.

“Pass.” James reached for the bottle.

“You already used your pass.” Lily snatched the bottle away grinning.

“If you had just admitted that your middle name is Fleamont this could have all been avoided.” Dorcas told him, giving her girlfriend a high five.

“Avoid what?” Sirius shouted.

“Fine my middle name is Fleamont.”

“Not how this works.” Peter told him in a sing-songey voice.

“Please don’t make me do this.” James begged everyone.

“Sorry bitch but that’s how the game works.” Mary shook her head.

“JUST TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON” Sirius shouted.

“Fine.” James took a deep breath. “So-“

“Wait.” Remus stopped him. “Give me your wand.” He held his hand out towards his boyfriend.

“What? Why?” He handed it over anyways.

“Good idea. Even better idea would be if I didn’t tell him.” James clapped his hands together.

“James just fucking tell me.”

“Okay um, so you know how I got over my crush on Lily?”

“Yeah” Sirius nodded slowly.

“Well Um, it’s cause I’m dating someone.”

“What?” Sirius blinked. “Wait, who? Why didn’t you tell me? Who is she?”

“Well um, he’s not a she.”

Sirius deadpanned. “If you didn’t tell me because you were dating a guy Im pissed off that you forgot I am also dating a man. And the fact that me and you fucked once.”

Everyone choked.

“Oh that makes this so much worse.” James groaned.

“No. No. Hold up. Go back.” Alice said.

“No.” James told her. “Okay um. So- yeah. Wait where was I. Okay so they’re a man. And um, they’re not-“

“Im not playing guess who just tell me their fucking name.” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I actually like the guessing game. Keep going James.” Remus smirked.

Sirius glared at him and hit his arm.

“Okay so they’re not um- in our house.”

“Okay….” Sirius said. “Continue.”

“They are um, they’re in Slytherin.”

Sirius’s face turned to stone. “If you are fucking Sniv-“

“Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. No. Absolutely not. Oh my god I’m literally going to throw up.” James shook his head and pretended to gag. “No. They aren’t in our year.”

“Do I know him?”

“I sure hope so.” Lily took a sip of her beer. “In fact I’d take it as far as to say you knew him the moment his was born.”

“What does that mea- no.” Sirius turned to James.

“James Fleamont Potter I swear to god if you are dating my baby brother.”

“Technically he kissed me first. So it’s his fau- AHHHH” James screamed and jumped up as Sirius chased after him.

Sirius grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him towards the open window.

“Nope. Nope. Okay.” Remus jumped up and grabbed his boyfriend, picking him up around the waist.

“Let me go.” Sirius tried to hit his hands away, kicking his legs and trying to wiggle free.

“Calm down first.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? My best friend is having sex with my baby brother.” Sirius continued to try and get out of his grip as James ran out of the common room.

Remus scooped him up completely and carried him, kicking and screaming, up to the dorms.

Okay probably going to make a part 2 that’s not as funny. Cause I’m used to angst lol.