#Sirius microfic

[prongsielefthiswand]

hmm something I’ve been thinking about lately, particularly after listening to ‘Twin size mattress’ regarding Sirius and Regulus.

I know as a fandom usually nowadays we see Regulus’ pov after Sirius left where he’s (understandably) devastated and regardless of the particular portrayal of whether Regulus wAs a death eater or not, he still was left behind by his big brother and being angsty and upset over it is perfectly reasonable.

But as the oldest sibling myself, my view on the situation is through Sirius’ eyes.

Sirius, who for years has felt trapped beneath his skin everytime he goes home for the holidays. He knows he’s a (pun not intended) black sheep, and that realistically if he wants to live a life where he’s happy, it can’t be in the company of the rest of his biological family. He’s not an idiot he knows there’s a growing distance between him and Regulus, but they’re all emotionally repressed, there’s no way he’s going to initiate that conversation with Regulus and talk about it.

Instead Sirius turns to James and lets him fill in that hole that Regulus is slowly leaving.

James’ love is easy, unconditional, and unmarred by traumatic childhood memories.

I’d like to think that Sirius stayed there as long as he could, not because he wanted the money or the name or anything, but because he couldn’t truely let Regulus go.

As you age, you grow and mature but sometimes you’re so caught up in your own growing up that you forget that the people around you are also growing with you. The realisation can come suddenly, like noticing one day that your mum has streaks of grey in her hair, and you wonder when did that happen.

For Sirius, it’s when Regulus started snapping back at him, started questioning him, when he started having little mannerisms and phrases that didn’t come from him.

From on then I imagine Sirius dreaded seeing Regulus grow up, because the more the did, the further away they got from each other. That wasn’t the only shift happening.

Sirius had heard whispers of someone rising, had noticed that more and more comments against muggleborns and halfbloods were being being made at dinners and functions, that his own mother had grown increasingly more wary of their reputation, as her hold around Sirius and Regulus had become worse.

What was manageable before with gritted teeth and blatant ignorance, was now met with curses and shrieks.

Regulus never said a word during any of these ordeals, but he never left until Sirius was patched up and had limped back to his room.

Distantly, Sirius thinks of the cruel irony, how they only started to match that closeness they shared as children when Sirius was being beaten black and blue on the floor of his father’s study.

Whilst Regulus waves his wand over the cuts, Sirius aches to reach out, to say something, anything.

He silently begs Regulus to say something himself.

no words were exchanged as Regulus finished up and silently left.

The night Sirius left, he thought he was going to die.

dinner had been a bloodbath, his mother had mentioned a potential match for him, as many girls were being married off quickly in these trying times, and Sirius put his foot down. It was bloody, even Regulus ad finally broke out of his horrified silence to whisper out a panicked “Siri- please-“.

Late that night, Sirius packed a bag.

His head was a whirl of thoughts, but his hands hadn’t stopped shaking since dinner time, and he didn’t think he’d be comfortable sleeping under this roof ever again.

“What are you doing?” A voice interrupted him from where he was stuffing shirts into his bag.

Regulus stood before him in his silken pjs.

Reggie , Sirius’ mind whispered, heart aching to reach out for him again.

his Reggie, with a nasty mark in the shape of a hand going across his cheek.

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Regulus asked again, and for the first time in years, Sirius saw how young his brother really was.

Heart in his throat, Sirius would have begged Regulus to come with him, come to the Potter’s, where they’d be safe, where they’d loved.

Where they could learn to love each other.

Sirius is startled when Regulus starts to cry, shaking his head incessantly.

He wants to reach out, so he does, but this time, he’s being batted off. He’s being yelled at, he’s being blamed for Regulus being hit in the face.

And Sirius, Sirius can’t hear his own thoughts anymore. He barely remembers to breathe.

The night Sirius ran away from that house, he thought he was going to die, not because of the curses his parents laid upon him, but because he left his heart back there with him.

He doesn’t remember how he ended up outside on the side of the road, the Knightbus driving up towards him.

He doesn’t register trudging up the stairs to the Potter’s place, shivering lightly against the snowy steps.

That night, curled up beside James, his brother, Sirius cries himself to sleep.

It doesn’t get easier over time.

Regulus ignores him back at Hogwarts and Sirius can’t find it in himself to reach out for him again.

He notices how the bags grow beneath his eyes as the months pass, notices how Regulus is pulled out of school constantly, if his absences at meals had anything to say for it.

His brother needed help, and no one seemed to be doing anything.

But by the time he’d finally mustered the courage to step in, Regulus was pulled out of school and Sirius’ own graduation came not long after that.

Before he could even hope to reconnect during their adult lives, his dreams were shattered by the daily prophet with a simple headline, and Sirius’ heart broke for the second time.

[outromoonyy]

“If some historian ever writes about us,” Sirius said suddenly, head on Remus’s chest, tucked beneath the curtains of his dorm bed, “I hope they lie.”

Remus hummed, fingers carding through Sirius’s hair. “Why?”

“Because,” Sirius lifted his head slightly just so he could see Remus in the eye, “no one needs to know how long it took me to admit I was in love with you.”

@wolfstarmicrofic | Historian | Word Count: 67

[my-castles-crumbling]

jegulus - anonymous request - word count: 346

“Never have I never…” Sirius started, eyes glued to James, “....kissed a Slytherin.”

He knew it was a cheap shot. But he had to know for sure. The idea had been in his head for weeks and he needed proof.

So braced himself and waited for his best friend to take a drink. But he grew extremely distracted when he saw Peter, who was across from him, move to take a swig from his butterbeer. 

“Wormy!?” he gasped, glaring at his friend.

“It was one time!” Peter shrugged, grinning.

By the time Sirius looked back to James, it was too late. He could have already taken a drink without Sirius seeing. Grumbling, Sirius focused on the next few questions.

On his next turn, he picked a question that he figured was foolproof. 

“Never have I ever…” he said, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, “had a secret relationship.”

But before he could get a good look at whether or not James or Regulus drank, there were shouts and yelps, and Sirius couldn’t help but turn his head to see both Marlene and Dorcas drinking, twin looks of sheepish guilt on their faces.

“I knew it!” Barty Crouch shouted, eyes wide.

“Oi, you need to drink too, Junior!” Dorcas yelled. “I know about you and Evan!”

The chaos that resulted was more than enough time for James and Regulus to both drink without Sirius seeing.

And so it went for three more turns. Whatever he said, a secret was revealed, but it was not the secret he was looking for. He was getting more and more frustrated and more and more drunk until finally he realized..

“Never have I ever kissed Regulus Black!” he shouted, staring daggers at James.

But before James could move, Sirius felt Remus, who was sitting next to him, take a quick drink.

“Remus?” he screeched. “What the fuck?”

Looking down and stifling a grin, Remus bit his lip before answering. “We both had shit to figure out, okay?”

He never did figure out for sure if James was snogging Regulus.

[yasministration]

A job for a godparent - Harry Potter

summary: harry knows you're the love of his life, but he just needs to know that you want kids as much as he does. a day at his house over the summer confirms it. wc: 0.8k+ harry's parents and sirius and rem are all alive. sirius and remus have a kid.

Harry had known he wanted a big family for as long as he could remember. He always enjoyed having his uncles around every day, living next door to him and his parents, but he knew that there would be one difference between him and his kids: they would have siblings.

You and Harry had been dating for a while, but he had no idea where you stood on the idea of having children. Did you hate them? Worse. Did they hate you? Harry spent countless nights thinking about it. What if you didn’t want children? It would break his poor little heart. Sure, Harry could just ask you about it but he was worried you’d think he’s moving too fast with the relationship. He just wanted to find out before he was in it too deep. It was a little late for that though, because the boy was already committed.

You came around to Harry’s house often, and his parents absolutely adored you. There was an air of elegance and composure around you that kept Harry in check, and both he and his parents were convinced that you were the woman Harry was going to marry.

Today was no different. It was a beautiful summer day, and you’d spent the morning with Harry, sharing not so secret kisses in his bedroom and talking about the year ahead while his parents and uncles spent time together downstairs. He looked at you with eyes of adoration, watching every minor movement you made: the slight tug of your lips into a shy smile or the sigh that escaped your lips as he kissed you softly. Around midday, when the sun was shining the strongest, Harry suggested to go swimming in the lake overlooking the backyard.

Your charming boyfriend had put his hands on your waist, pressing soft kisses on your neck and making suggestive jokes about taking your clothes off before he had been shooed away. He went to the bathroom to get changed, telling you he’d gather all the essentials and meet you downstairs, leaving you in his bedroom. When you were secured in your bikini, sure that Harry would struggle to untie it later today, you quickly threw on your cover-up and swung the door open, a gasp leaving your lips almost instantly when you saw the intrusion in the hallway.

A young girl, no older than the age of two or three, was walking on wobbly legs and sniffling softly. At your gasp, the girl turned around, the momentum sending her off her feet and onto the ground. You crouched down, sure that this was Harry’s uncles’ daughter who your boyfriend speaks about so often. “Hey sweetheart, is everything okay?” The toddler shook her head, bottom lip wobbling with a threat of crying. “Are you looking for your dad?” You asked softly, unsure if she could understand you at all.

She did. With a nod of her head, the girl repeated “Dada.”

You extended your arms towards her, which seemed like enough convincing for the girl who pushed herself off the ground to walk straight into your arms. “I’ll take you to dada, yeah?” You stood up, balancing her on your hip and taking careful steps towards the stairs. Your heart instantly warmed up when she rested her head on your shoulder, her small arms hugging you loosely, curly hair splayed over your shoulder.

You instantly spotted Harry and his family once you reached the bottom of the staircase, sitting next to the empty fireplace. Harry held a couple of towels, and was exchanging jokes with his family, but all eyes turned towards you and the toddler in your arms when you stepped closer to them. Remus immediately stood up at the sight of his teary eyed princess, and you said “Uh, she was looking for you in the hallway.” “Thanks love.” He said, lifting his precious daughter from your arms, who instantly started repeating her dad’s name with a smile.

During the small exchange you had failed to notice Harry’s reaction to you with the child, his jaw slack and a look of absolute adoration in his eyes at the sight of you handling his cousin with such natural movements. He was frozen in place, incapable of tearing his gaze off you, despite the amused look his mother was watching him with.

“Are we going outside?” You asked, tearing Harry out of his daze. He nodded eagerly, wordlessly following outside and narrowly missing the look his parents shot each other. “He’s just like you.” Lily mumbled, watching through the big glass doors as Harry wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing your temple softly. “Would have a dozen more if you'd let me... We’ve just got to warn him not to get her pregnant before they graduate.” Lily hummed, deciding “I’m not the one having that conversation with him.” James cursed before his head snapped up, gaze stuck on his two best friends.

“Yeah, that’s a job for his godparents.”

Safe to say, Harry was horrified Sirius pulled him aside for that conversation the very next day. But that didn’t stop him from going over to your house and making love to you like he wanted to give you a baby right then and there.

[jamessluttythighs]

core - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 209

James was sitting on his bed, hands trembling. 

“Prongs, you look like you’re about to throw up, mate. Are you good?” Remus asked cautiously. He had a book balanced in one hand while the other was carding through Sirius’ hair. Sirius, who was lying in Remus’ lap, tentatively opened one eye to look at his best friend.

“Well erm it’s just …” James trailed off, not making eye contact. 

Concerned, Sirius propped himself next to Remus on the bed. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?” Sirius said gently.

At this Peter shuffled closer to the edge of his bed, giving James an encouraging look. “You can do it, James,” giving him a small smile and nod.

James took a deep breath.

“Wellitsjustthatregulusandihavebeendatingforthepastmonthandmenottellingyouhasbeeneatingmealiveandicantdoitanymore,” James spilled out in one breath.

“What?” Sirius asked, perplexed.

“Regulus and I are dating,” James said slowly.

A smile spread across Sirius’ face and he leant dramatically against Remus. He threw his one hand against his forehead in mock surprise. “I am shook to my core. How will I ever recover from this brand new information?”

James looked up confused. “You knew?” 

“My dearest Prongsie boy, you can’t keep the love off your face when looking at Reggie for shit,” Sirius laughed.

[gayeilgeoir]

Boss @taylorswiftmicrofic 285 words, Wolfstar and Jegulus

“I’m sick of him!” Sirius sighed exasperatedly, slamming a white envelope with a broken red wax seal down on the table and flopping angrily into the seat next to Remus.

“I beg your pardon?” Remus asked, picking up the envelope and seeing Regulus’s neat print on the front “What did he do this time?”

Sirius glared at him, arms folded across his chest like a stropping child. He grabbed the letter from Remus’s hands harshly, pulling out the scroll and unfurling it with a flourish. It appeared Sirius Black simply had to be dramatic even when he was utterly irate, he couldn’t escape it. It was his nature.

“Dearest Brother” Sirius began to read aloud, imitating Regulus’s slightly more pronounced French accent than his own “I have recently been told that you have decided to start dating Remus lupin, my best friend. This is truly unacceptable in my eyes, I cannot stand this betrayal. So I have decided to follow in your footsteps. Being told that you’re “the boss of me” and to “emulate your example” was something I had to listen to a few too many times as a child, and I fear it has somehow worn in. This time, I choose to emulate your example, and start shagging your best friend. You truly are a fabulous teacher in the art of being petty Sirius.

I bet Christmas at the potters will be far more interesting than usual now.

Love, your baby brother, James’s boyfriend

Reggie”

“Merlin” Remus laughed, clutching his sides in pain “I fucking love him”

“You’re supposed to be on my side moony!” Sirius groaned, standing up and walking towards the door “I’m going to go set the dungeons on fire”

(Op is under 18)

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / crazy / 478 words

“Am I crazy?” Regulus said as he paced around Sirius’ study. He arrived unannounced, not more than twenty minutes ago. 

“What?” Sirius replied, for what felt like the sixth time.

“Come on, be honest—” Regulus collapsed into the armchair next to him, his head in his hands, “—am I insane?”

“I’m lost.”

“For thinking we can make it work,” Regulus breathed, still in panic.

“I’m still very confused,” Sirius mumbled, though he doubted his brother even heard him.

Regulus took a deep, shaky breath and finally met Sirius’ gaze. “Do you think it can really work?”

“Reg, it’s been working for what—five? Six years?” Sirius set his glass of whiskey down, his voice softening. “Why wouldn’t it work now?”

“Because love isn’t everything,” Regulus muttered, his face dropping back into his hands.

“What exactly are you asking me?” Sirius leaned back in his chair.

“Just… I don’t know, you always say love isn’t everything.” He buried his face between his hands. 

“True.” Sirius paused. Regulus wasn’t an open book—one of the many things they had in common—but God, how Sirius wished he could crack him open and read. He’d gladly reread the same sentence over and over if it meant understanding what Regulus needed right now.

All he could do was try.

“Yes, love isn’t everything,” Sirius began cautiously. “But I think it makes you kinder—”

Regulus sighed loudly, shooting him an annoyed look. A rich reaction, coming from the man who’d barged in ranting nonsense.

“Will you let me finish?”

Regulus huffed but nodded.

“It makes you kinder,” Sirius repeated. “It helps you look past all the dumb shit, the meaningless distractions, and actually focus on what matters.”

Regulus was finally listening. “Which is?”

“Each other.”

“Right.” Regulus sounded earnest, but Sirius could see his mind was still miles away, lost somewhere Sirius couldn’t touch.

“What’s this really abo—” Sirius started, but the words died on his tongue as Regulus shifted in his seat and pulled something from his pocket.

Sirius froze.

Regulus held up a small box, wrapped in soft crimson velvet. He didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.

“So,” Regulus asked again, his voice quieter now, steadier, “am I crazy?”

“Wait, am I...?” Sirius murmured, barely able to get the words out. He didn’t need to explain further. Regulus already knew what he was asking.

“Yeah,” Regulus said with a small, nervous laugh. “You’re the first to know.”

Sirius reached out, his fingers brushing against the box but not taking it. They’d never been good at this—touching, feeling at ease in each other’s presence. But in that moment, with their hands barely grazing, it felt... easy.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence.

“He’s going to love it.”

A muffled sob escaped Regulus’ lips. For once, he was the one who couldn’t find the words.

“Do you think he’ll take my last name?”

“Now that's insane.”

[sweeterelease]

james likes kissing. no, he doesn't go around kissing random people without their consent, in fact he doesn't actually kiss at all, not really. james pecks, he likes planting little smooches on his friends cheeks, his mom's forehead, his dad's knuckles. james enjoys kissing but that doesn't mean he does it without purpose, he kisses for admiration, care, love. sometimes james stims with giddiness that can't seem to stay within his own body, the need to do something. james kisses because he likes the feel of warm skin under his lips, the brief touch of intimacy with someone he cherishes.

james gets into a kissy fit and delivers tiny nibbles on remus' face, sirius', peter's, is that regulus? fuck it, regulus' and— regulus is not letting go. regulus' hands mirror his own, cool fingers hold his face in place just like warm ones nestle into dark curls. regulus' eyes search for him, burning into james' like a candle melts into wax puddles. he's nervous, james notes, but whatever he's looking for regulus seems to find. james stands there, staring into gray eyes, rendered stupid but intrigued. he wants to laugh, now nervous too, but james doesn't get to because there's a sharp breath —he can't tell from who— before regulus surges forward.

james kisses, but nothing compares to the first time he's been kissed.

[ultravioletbrit]

“Italy” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 333 words

 

Regulus has his suitcase packed and he’s almost out the door when Sirius stops him.

“Where are you going?” Sirius asks him.

“Italy.” Regulus almost growls.

“Why are you going to Italy?” Sirius asks ignoring Regulus’ tone.

“He asked me to marry him, Sirius!” Regulus says through gritted teeth.

“Yes. I know.” Sirius tells him.

“YOU KNOW?” Regulus is yelling now.

“Yes, of course I know. That still doesn’t explain why you’re going to Italy.” Sirius questions again.

“HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM, SIRIUS!?” Still yelling and getting louder.

“Reggie, I still don’t see the connection here.” Sirius says, but before Regulus can answer, James walks out of their bedroom.

“James, Reg is going---” Sirius starts.

“To Italy. I heard… He’ll be back.” James says casually.

“No, I will not!” Regulus says firmly at the same time Sirius asks “What?!” as he looks at James confused.

“He just needs a bit of time to process.” James shrugs, still very calm about the entire situation.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Sirius asks a bit frantically.

“I freaked out when he went to France when I asked him to be my boyfriend, but then he came back a week later and said yes. So, I didn’t freak out when he went to Greece when I told him I loved him. And then he went to… Spain?” He questions and looks at Regulus.

“Yes.” Regulus grits out.

“Spain, when I asked him to move in with me. Italy sounds like it will be nice. Have a good time.” James tells Regulus and gives him a kiss.

“I am not coming back this time, James.” Regulus says very definitively.

“Okay, love. I’ll see you in a week.” James says as he starts to walk towards the kitchen. He pauses and looks over his shoulder, “You have the ring, right?” He asks Regulus.

“Yes.” Regulus says as he walks out and slams the door. 

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Regulus is back in a week with the ring on his finger.

[darkcademiasss]

[lyr-caelum]

✨STARMAN✨

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: name || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: ~210

“Her name is Selene,” Remus says as he hands a small green package to Regulus.

Regulus looks frightened, his hands moving uncertainly as he reaches out to take the small form wrapped in the cloth.

Regulus has always insisted on how much he dislikes children. They are noisy, they are dirty, and they take up too much time. But when the little body of Selene, the newest addition to the family, is in his arms, his expression instantly takes on a blissful look. Because now he is an uncle, now it is not just a child on the street or in a cafe, it is his brother's child and part of his family.

When the little body rests comfortably on the crook of his elbow, and the girl's warmth seeps through the fabric and touches his skin, the fear disappears from Regulus' eyes. When the first slurred sounds escape the baby's lips, his lips quiver and stretch into a smile.

When the newborn's bright blue eyes meet his green ones, Regulus says a cautious, “Hello, baby,” and reaches out with his free hand to touch the infant's soft skin.

James sees how, in seconds, the Regulus who swore he would never get close to children turns into a Regulus who would steal a star from the sky for the little person he holds in his arms.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Luck" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 421 words

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When James got back to his flat after his date, he felt so elated he could fly. He flopped down on the sofa next to Sirius with a blissful sigh.

“You look happy,” Sirius chuckled.

“My date was amazing,” James said dreamily. “He was mean at first because he was nervous, but then once we started talking about his interests and books he was just…wow. He was so smart, and he was beautiful, and I kissed him goodnight.

“I mean, at first, he was so guarded, and I was like, ‘Ugh, just my luck, he’s pretty but won't even talk to me.’ But then I asked him about books, and he started talking and he basically didn't stop the whole time. He was so…God, Pads, I don’t know.”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses there, Prongs,” Sirius laughed. “Do you even know this guy’s last name?”

James pondered the question for a second, before realising he didn't, and also realising that he needed to. He had to know what he’d be changing his name to when they got married, after all.

He took out his phone and sent a quick text to the guy: ‘Hey, no reason but what’s your last name?’

James felt, for a moment, that he might be acting too eager. But when the love of his life’s response came back within a minute, he knew he-

‘Black’.

There are a lot of people with the last name Black... It's a coincidence, he told himself.

“Er, hey Pads, this is…this is a funny coincidence,” James started, forcing a laugh. “His last name is Black."

Sirius, however, narrowed his eyes. “What’s his first name?”

“Regulus,” James told him, that dreamy look in his eyes returning.

“My fucking brother?!” Sirius yelled, grabbing a pillow and hitting James with it. “Of all the fucking people, you like my brother?!"

James shielded himself from the attack. “How was I supposed to know he was your brother?” He shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the hands protecting his face and glasses.

“His name is Regulus, Prongs!”

“So?!"

“It's a fucking star! How did you not know that?!” Sirius hit him every few words for good measure.

James received a text from Regulus, and with a guilty glance Sirius’s way, he picked up his phone.

‘I had a good time last night.’

Sirius was peering over to look at the phone screen and gasped. “For him that's basically a love confession.”

“Really?” James asked, beaming up at him.

Sirius hit him with the pillow again.

[my-castles-crumbling]

disappear - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 339

“Alright, who took it?” James demanded, crossing his arms and staring around at his roommates. “This is the fifth time this week it’s disappeared.”

Three pairs of eyes stared back at him.

“You can only lose your virginity once, mate, but I promise none of us took it from you,” Sirius replied sarcastically from where he was curled up with Remus in his bed.

“Not that, you prat,” James rolled his eyes, throwing a jumper in his friend’s direction. “My Quidditch jersey. Just because you all get off on the attention of wearing it around the castle–”

“Oi, I haven’t stolen it since last year!” Sirius interrupted. “I’m a married man now, Prongs, I’m not trying to get any girls to look my way.”

“Sirius, we’re not married,” Remus said tiredly from next to his boyfriend. “And I’ve never taken it for the record, James.”

“Pete?” James asked, turning to the shortest of the boys.

“Nah, mate, I swear! Last time I took it was two months ago, to impress Stevens, remember? Told her I was a reserve Seeker,” Peter chuckled.

“Then where the hell…?” James mumbled, but nobody seemed to have an answer.

It wasn’t until breakfast that they figured it out.

Regulus Black, prominent cheekbones pink, but expression indifferent, walked into the Great Hall to loud murmurs, the red jersey he wore very visible against his housemates’ black and green wardrobe.

“What…the fuck,” Sirius mumbled, eyes wide. “I thought you two were keeping it a secret?”

“Only because he wanted to,” James replied softly, smiling so wide his jaw ached. “Guess he changed his mind.”

James met Regulus’s eye, and for a moment, the murmurs dulled. Regulus raised an eyebrow at him and smirked just slightly, as if asking him what he was going to do about this.

As if he wasn’t going to be completely, obnoxiously, publicly in love with him now. “Sorry, boys,” James said happily, standing up and walking toward the Slytherin table. “I have to go have breakfast with my boyfriend this morning.”

[yasministration]

do a flip! - harry potter

summary: harry tries to find out who your crush is, and you give him a negotiation: you'll tell him if he tells you his. you're confident he doesn't have one, having been dumped only three weeks ago. he proves you wrong. wc: 1.7k+ part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)

Your dad’s loud voice boomed in the entryway at the sight of his best friend. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the wall with an unimpressed look on your face, making brief eye contact with your aunt Lily, who held the same expression. Your dad and uncle James always had to act as though they didn’t leave next door to each other, both houses overlooking the same large lake.

Harry pushed past the two men to enter the house, rolling his eyes playfully at you, greeting you with a shove to your shoulder. You scoffed, turning around to make your way to the kitchen, where your second dad was already grabbing things from the fridge. Lily made her way to greet Remus with a hug, and you pushed yourself up to sit on the counter top, wearing nothing but shorts over your bikini.

James came into the room, announcing “Okay, so all the meat is in this cooler, drinks with Lily, and Harry’s got… What have you got again, love?”

“Quaffle.” Harry replied with a grin and you snorted, watching as he threw it up in the air once. A light tapping on the window caught your attention, and you hopped off the counter at the sight of a dark owl. You opened the window, your dad’s words muffled in the background. “Should we start getting things outside? James, I’ll leave the barbecue to you, mate, alright?”

Unhooking the letter from around the large owl’s clawed hand, you shuffled around the room to find it some treats, scratching its head. The owl’s wings fluttered and it leaned into your touch, hooting quietly. You giggled, shutting the window when it flew away and flipped the envelope over.

It was addressed to you.

The letter was from Theo, who you’d tutored this past year in charms, and he was raving about how his parents were finally going to let him on a trip abroad with his friends now that his grade had recovered. You grinned, chuckling quietly as you read over the crossed out curse words, eyes finally landing on the ‘You’re literally my hero, have a good summer Lupin’

“Letter from your boyfriend?” Your eyes flitted up at Harry’s teasing comment, and you noticed he had attracted the attention of your parents, who stood frozen in place. “Sorry, don’t you have your own relationship to worry about?”

“We both know she broke up with me.”

“Oh how could I forget; it’s all you’ve talked about for three weeks.” James chuckled at your retort, watching his son huff and put his hands on his hips.

“I just want to know why! She never told me!”

“It’s probably because of that haircut.” Harry’s hands shot to his hair in insecurity, but then he saw the way you laughed and immediately dropped them, glaring at you. He had only cut his hair last week.

“Love, you have a boyfriend?” Asked Remus, but you shook your head, snatching a cherry tomato from the vegetable platter he held, popping it into your mouth. “No. Harry’s just jealous there’s another man in my life.” Lily’s eyes lit up, and she smiled fondly as Harry’s face immediately flushed. He shook his head frantically, beginning to deny what you said instantly.

“I’m not! But you don’t meet up to tutor someone twice a week!” “Harry, he was failing. And besides, I got paid for it.”

“Paid for it how?” You gasped loudly at the insinuation behind his comment, ignoring the surprised looks on all the adults’ faces. Lily scolded her son with a loud call of his name, but your next comment was already tumbling out of your mouth before you could help it.

“Please, if either of us here are whores, we both know it’s you, Mr. lets the slytherins win a game in exchange for head.” Harry grimaced and you bit down on your bottom lip, aware that you had revealed too much in front of his parents.

“You did what!?” James cried, Lily stunned into silence. “It wasn’t an important game.” Harry defended weakly as his dad went on to rant about the importance of integrity and competition, and, well, quidditch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, sending Harry an apologetic smile. “Should we all go take a dip in the lake?” You suggested in a poor attempt to change the topic of conversation.

“You guys go ahead,” Began Lily, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “We’ll follow you in a bit.” Nodding eagerly, you grabbed Harry’s wrist, dragging him outside through the backdoor of the house.

“I’m gonna jump!” Harry cried dramatically in response to the situation you had just escaped, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he ran towards the small wooden dock leading into the lake. Shimmying out of your shorts, you giggled, increasing your pace as you cupped your hands around your mouth, yelling “Do a flip!”

The boy complied, twisting his torso to face you as he jumped off the dock, flipping back into the water. Breaking into a run, your feet separated from the wooden platform underneath you, and you tucked your legs into your chest to cannonball into the water, splashing water all over Harry as he resurfaced. He spluttered, shaking the water out of his hair when you broke out of the water’s surface with a proud grin. You lifted your hands up to protect your face from his attack, whining softly.

A silence settled over you, and you tilted your head to the side, trying to get water out of your ear. “You know,” You started when you heard a satisfying pop of water leaving your ear. “I didn’t mean that about your haircut. You look very handsome.” Harry nodded his head in thanks, shrugging his shoulders as he said “And I didn’t mean to insinuate that Nott was paying you with sex.”

You snorted, tilting your head back until the water coated all you hair. “You know, he does like you though.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not! Trust me on this one, he likes you.” You shrugged, stretching your legs out in the water in front of you, staring at the nail polish on your toes, peeking out of the clear water. Glancing back at Harry, you swallowed thickly at the serious look on his face.

“Does it matter though? I mean, I have my eyes on someone else, so…” Harry’s head snapped towards you from where he was staring at your parents prepping the barbecue and setting a table outside. “Who?”

“I’m not gonna tell you, I’m not stupid.”

Harry swam towards you, water splattering around you at his sudden movements. “Pleaseee.” “I’ll only tell you in return for your crush.” You were proud at the negotiation, well aware that your best friend had just gotten out of a relationship three weeks ago. He didn’t have a crush, and therefore, you wouldn’t tell him yours.

“She doesn’t even like me, so it doesn’t matter.” Harry’s confession had you losing control over your limbs, waving your arms around in the water as you lost balance of your floating. “Wait, you like someone!? You were dating Ginny like two weeks ago!”

“I’ve liked her since before Ginny. Before all those other girls.” Pushing aside the pang in your chest, you forced a grin on your face as you stared at Harry with a teasing smile. “That’s so cute! Who is it?” But Harry stubbornly shook his head. Humming, you rolled your eyes in exaggeration as you floated to the water’s surface, laying on your back. “Fine. I won’t tell you who mine is either.”

“Well that’s just not fair.”

“It’s totally fair. I don’t know if he likes me, so if I’m following your logic, I shouldn’t say. What are you scared of anyway?”

“That she’ll reject me!”

“How is she going to reject you if you’re just telling me!?”

Harry went silent, his face flushing a dark red. You tilted your head to the side, jaw slacking as you took note of the way he avoided your gaze. “Harry Potter.”

“It’s nothing, it’s dumb.” “Harry Potter!” You giggled ecstatically, flipping onto your stomach and swimming over to him in three fluid strokes of your arms against the smooth water. He stared into the clear water, looking down at his feet, buried in the sand until he couldn’t possibly avoid looking at you; so close that he could see your feet kicking in the water below to keep you afloat.

He almost laughed at the sight.

“Am I your crush?” You pushed. Harry could almost hear the smile in your voice, but still, he refused to meet your eyes. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He huffed, on the verge of tears. But how could he cry when you seemed so happy over the revelation? It was either joy or mockery. He prayed it wouldn’t be the latter; he would never look you in the eyes ever again if that was the matter.

“Can you look at me now, so I can kiss you?” Harry’s head shot up to look at you with wide eyes, nearly bulging out of his face. But before you could kiss him, Harry put a hand up to stop you from coming any closer to him. “Why would you kiss me?”

Your shoulders slumped, and Harry could see you were putting more effort in keeping your neck above the water. He put both his hands on your hips to help lift you slightly above the surface. “Because you’re my crush too, stupid.” Harry nodded, grateful for the clarification, and mumbled shyly, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”

With a surge, you threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms over Harry’s shoulders as you slammed your lips onto his. He let out a nervous breath through his nose, his arms on your hips fully snaking around your torso to bring you as close to him as humanly possible.

A clatter of things echoed in the distance, and you heard a high pitched scream ring through the air. “It’s happening! Remus, get the camera!” The pulled away from the kiss at the obvious excitement coming from your parents, and you groaned, digging your face into the crook of Harry’s neck to hide from their humiliation, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. Harry spun the two of you around so you weren’t the one facing towards the house, and one of his hands left your waist to stick a thumbs up in the air towards both of your parents.

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head - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 284 - 13 September

“You know Prongs this is the first Sunday in ages that I think you’ve slept in,” Remus remarked, popping his head through the curtains of James’ four-poster.

James froze in place. Regulus’ eyes snapped open. Fear gripping both of them. James moved his lips away from where he was painting Regulus’ neck purple. Barely coherent, Regulus tried to sit up but could only manage lifting up into his elbows. Shifting into gear, James sprang up on the bed - almost as though he was electrocuted.

“Moony! It’s not what it looks like! I was just … uh”

A smirk crept across Remus’ face. “Oh really Prongs? I’d love you to enlighten me as to what you were doing?”

“Um well”

“Cause it looks like you were defiling Pads’ little brother, is what it looks like”

Regulus cleared his throat, “Remus, listen I don’t know about defiling,” he mused.

Remus laughed. James immediately pulled him into the surrounding of the curtains.

“Don’t, you’ll wake Pads!” James whisper-shouted.

“I would love to see what story you spin for him,” Remus cackled, holding his stomach, “how many nights have you spent here Reg?”

It was Regulus’ turn to smirk. “The past three nights,” he replied smugly.

“Oh don’t think you’re so slick, I just thought Prongs was just having a good wank on Friday.”

Regulus’ cheeks burned red, pushing James, he whispered furiously, “I thought you said you were good at silencing charms.”

“I am”

“He’s shit at them.”

The three of them whipped around to see Sirius, sleep still in his eyes.

“You don’t have to look so dumbfounded, I’ve known since you first got together. I read James’ diary”

Sirius left the three of them speechless.