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novvabee · 15 days ago

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hi bby! saw you asked for some poly!jegulily.

self-indulgent request of ravenclaw!reader and regulus going absolutely ham at a bookstore while James and Lily watch in mild bewilderment. maybe they hit up Honeydukes after for some reading snacks and have a cozy (or spicy) night in.

hope things get easier soon lovely! <3

(I love you so much you don't even know) anyways... I really tried to write cheesy smut at the beginning but I could not for the life of me do it. I did change it slightly, because I believe my girl Lily would indulge in a few books as well but here you are my love!!!

The Bookstore

summary: poly!jegulily x reader, James spoils his lovers with their favorite things: books and butterbeer.

word count: 2.1k

cw: suggestiveness, cheesy smut at the beginning (nothing really happens), taking advantage of wealthy-ass James Potter, mostly fluff

I felt his breath on my neck. So close yet not close enough, never close enough.

“Hello, my darling,” he whispered in my ear, my skin prickling as he placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way down my body.

He reached the apex between my bare thighs and smiled up at me before-

“Hello love!” James sang, walking into your bedroom, Regulus and Lily entering after him. You slammed your book shut, trying your best to compose yourself and not look too suspicious.

“Hi,” you chirped, pulling the closed book closer to your chest to hide the cover just in case. Lily gave you a questioning look that turned into something like understanding.

“You look a little flushed, love. You feeling alright?,” Regulus asked, touching your cheek and forehead to feel your temperature before kissing the top of your head.

Lily smirked at you but said nothing, knowing exactly what you were reading only a moment ago. “Yeah, feel fine. Just a little warm is all.” you replied.

Regulus smiled down at you from where he stood. “Well that’s perfect then, we’re going outside for a walk anyways. Cool air will be good for you.” You returned his smile, but he could read the confusion on your face. “James has a surprise for all of us.” He explained.

You turned your attention to where James stood, smiling giddily. He didn’t say anything, just wiggled his eyebrows and waited for you to get appropriately dressed. You were in comfy lounging clothes, as it was a Saturday afternoon, and if you were going out on a walk, you’d need to dress for the cool spring air.

You set your book down where you were sitting, facedown of course, and headed toward your dresser. You pulled out some jeans and a long sleeve top, dressing quickly, wanting to see what James’s surprise was. You pulled open your sock drawer and picked a warm pair, pulling them onto your bare feet before padding back over to where your lovers were.

James and Regulus picked up a conversation about how the Hufflepuff quidditch team was fairing this season. They were arguing about which team would beat them and which seeker or chaser was better than the badger’s. You tuned them out as you looked for your shoes.

It was then that you noticed Lily with your book in her lap, looking over the cover and synopsis on the back. Your eyes widened and you stopped your search. You could see the smirk across Lily’s face. She looked you dead in the eye and winked. You shook your head at her as if to say ‘tell no one’. She just continued on smirking.

She of course knew what you were reading, in fact, you had lent her one of your romantasy books a few weeks back and she flew through it. She came to your room the next morning to ask for another and to discuss the one she had read. You both giggled and gossiped about how good it was, the main character, the spice…

You shook your head, trying to dispel the memory and picked up a pair of shoes you could wear on a walk around Scotland, ones you were alright with getting muddy, should the paths be wet from all the spring rains.

James handed you one of your favorite jackets and you all set off. You asked them about their mornings, how quidditch practice went for the boys, how Lily did on one of her papers, remedial and small things. The air was cool, but getting warmer every day. You walked hand in hand with Regulus, James and Lily doing the same behind you two.

“So James,” you called over your shoulder to him once you had rounded the Black Lake, “What exactly do you have planned?”

You couldn’t see the smile on his face, but you could hear it as he said, “Well, I just thought that you three deserved a little treat.”

“A little treat?” Lily echoed.

“Yeah, you three have been working hard all semester… I just wanted to spoil you a little.” James said.

“Mmh,” Regulus hummed from beside you, “Spoil us how?”

“By taking you to the bookstore of course.” James said. Making you stop dead in your tracks and whip around to where he was standing, making him almost topple over you in the process.

“The bookstore?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, all three of you like reading, I don’t understand why,” he said, Lily lightly nudging him with an elbow to the ribs. Both of them giggled as he continued, “so it’s my treat.”

“You’ll buy me a book?” you asked, trying to get an understanding of what he was playing at.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want. If that means one book or twenty or a hardback collection. I just wanna make you all happy.” he smiled down at you, placing a quick peck to your lips.

You blinked up at him. Did he realize how much twenty books would cost? How much a hardback collection would cost? The special edition series that you had your eye on?

James could see your hesitation, he spun you back around and slung his arm across your shoulders. “C’mon baby, you’ve had your nose in a book for months, I know you want a couple more.” he said with a tease lacing his tone.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t make me sound like such a swot,” you defended yourself. “It’s not like they’re textbooks.”

“Well what kind of books are they then?” Regulus asked. You almost stopped in your tracks again. “You never put them down, spending all your free time reading but never telling any of us what they are about.”

You tried not to allow your cheeks to heat as you thought quickly for a response.

“Are they mysteries? Science fiction? Romance?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Lily giggled from beside him. Your eyes shot to Lily. You tried to signal to her to keep quiet, but it was no use, she only returned that mischievous smirk to you.

“Well Jamsie,” Lily started, “Remember that book that you picked up last week?”

James furrowed his brows, turning his whole attention to Lily. “Yes, how could I forget, it had fallen on the floor and I picked it up and caught a glimpse of it. The thing was filthy.”

Lily again giggled as she only looked pointedly at you. You couldn’t stop the heat that rose to your cheeks now. James looked from Lily to you, between both his girls before coming to the realization of what Lily was saying.

“What, no.” James said, “There’s no way that is what you’ve been reading all this time.”

Regulus seemed to have caught on as well and only chuckled alongside Lily.

“Oh there is a way,” Lily giggled. “She’s the one who lent me the book. It was from her personal library.”

“Lily!” you shouted, partly in embarrassment and partly because you could no longer fool the boys into asking for a peaceful reading night alone now. “We were supposed to stick together on this one, you can’t just throw me under the bus!”

The boys stared at you, baffled, the whole group now halting just outside of Hogsmeade.

“Aww,” Regulus cooed, “our filthy girl.” He finished, slinging his arm around you and guiding you into town.

“Hey! Lily was reading them too!” you countered.

“What, are we not enough for you anymore Y/N?” James laughed. “Didn't take you to be so greedy.” James and Lily again filed in behind you and Regulus to make your way down the road to the bookstore. “All you’d have to do is ask and we would-”

“James!” You cut him off before he could say anything… revealing out in public. The last thing you needed was your lover blabbing about your bedroom activities for all of Hogsmeade to hear.

You were met with light chuckles, lucky for you they were all willing to drop the subject for now.

You four made your way through the winding roads of the town, past the sweets shop, past the clothing store.

You found your group outside the small store filled floor to magically raised ceiling with books, books, books. Any kind of book you could imagine, this store had it. The building was expanded on the inside to hold all the books and tomes, the storefront seeming like a small building on the outside, but on the inside a warehouse.

You all entered, James reminding you all to go crazy, he was buying. With that you gave him a peck on the cheek and made your way to the sections that interested you. You watched Regulus head in the direction of the mysteries, Lily making her way to the magic non-fiction section.

You of course picked out that limited edition series that you had wanted for quite some time, as well as a few books that looked interesting to you. In total you had ten books in your arms, struggling to keep them all upright and not on the ground.

James gave you a slight smile from across the store. He made his way over to you, lightening your load by taking all the books in his arms instead. You smiled up at him as you both made your way to the register.

“Thanks,” you said softly to him.

“Of course my love,” he answered, setting the books on the counter to pay for them, smiling at the lady behind the register.

“Um James,” you started as the books levitated over a scanner and into a bag. His attention turned to you as you continued, “I just want you to be prepared, you do realize how much books cost right?”

James chuckled from beside you. “Love,” he said sweetly, “How many times do I have to say I just want to spoil you?”

You really wanted to enlighten him, you did. This limited edition series was not going to be cheap, and neither were the other books you had picked out, and you weren’t the only one he was treating. You glanced around him to see the four large tomes that Lily had picked out and the three hardbacks that Regulus was holding. You smirked to yourself, James was about to receive a rude awakening. But he insisted and he was, after all, loaded.

You stood and watched James’s face as the total amount kept growing, and growing, and growing. Each book scanned, his smile waned.

You hated seeing James realize this harsh truth, but that didn’t stop you and Reggie giggling as James huffed and swiped his card after hearing the final price of the seventeen books.

All four of you exited the store, Regulus and Lily holding the bags of books, James with his head hanging a little lower. You laughed as you took his hand in yours and led him down the road.

“I tried to warn you, love,” you said softly to him.

He brushed off his sulk quickly and smiled down at you, bringing your joint hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I wanted to spoil you and I did.” You both continued walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, hand in hand, as Reggie and Lily led your group towards The Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer and snacks. “But maybe you all could develop a less expensive hobby,” he joked.

You decided then that you would save up for his birthday to return the favor, possibly buy some expensive quidditch gear for him.

As the day progressed, it had gotten much colder, the warming spring air dispersing as the sun went down.

You leaned in closer to him as the four of you made your way into the noisy pub. Lily found you all a booth near the back and you filed in next to her, Regulus across from you and James off to order you all something to drink.

After some time, James appeared with four butterbeers in hand, two with whipped cream on top for you and Lily.

You smiled as you took a swig, yet another treat from James.

As he sat and cozied up next to Reggie, he asked about the books you had all picked out. Lily told you all about the tomes she had picked, how she wanted to study up on pixies and nymphs for personal research, and Regulus picked out a couple muggle mystery books he thought sounded interesting.

Their attention then turned to you as you said “My favorite author released a limited edition set of her series, so I just had to get it.”

“And what is this series about, hmm?” James teased. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“You know,” Regulus said, setting down his butterbeer. “We could always recreate one of those filthy books with you, Y/N.”

“Regulus!” you shouted, curing into Lily’s side out embarrassment, but smiling all the same.

ok, it took so long to write this but this is such a cutie idea!!! for research, i looked up how much 17 books would cost and... James Potter is rich rich. thanks to @agreeeeeeeeeee for the ask ❤️ go read her stuff she is literally amazing!

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maladaptivewriting · 21 days ago

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since the tiktok ban, i've been seeing a lot of stuff where people blame americans for jegulus and i can't stop thinking about it. i don't know why people feel this way, but i am prepared to make an argument. so please allow me to make my case.

[also this is completely based on generalizations. i know americans that hate jegulus and love jily, and i know british people who hate jily and love jegulus]

so i've never been a jily girl. even years before i found jegulus, i never cared about that ship. i straight up didn't even know that people wrote fics about them specifically. (i actually still don't know if people do write fics about only them because i would never seek out something like that).

originally, i'd thought it was just because i only cared about the golden trio characters and occasionally sirius and remus, but the more i got into the marauders era, the more i realized that james and lily together were the standouts, i just really didn't care for them.

it got to the point where i only read fics that referenced jily if they were extremely background to the story (which they almost always were bc there is just not that much to say about them) or preferably if both of them were already dead and it was just remus, sirius, and harry who remained.

shortly after i really started getting into the fandom and writing for jegulus, i spoke to someone who hated jegulus and loved jily, and i told them that i'd always felt like james and lily were on the road to divorce before they died. this person was SCANDALIZED. they could not understand why'd said that.

now granted, this person was in their early twenties and in my experience, if you haven't lived long enough to see a lot of your friends go through divorces, then the idea that james and lily might divorce may seem crazy.

however, and this is where the american thing really comes in, i realized after this conversation why i felt that there was no way that james and lily were going to make it and that was specifically because of growing up a conservative christian bible belt ass place.

do you know how many couples i knew in high school who started dating their senior year even though they seemingly had nothing in common, had sex one time and didn't use protection because sex education is extremely limited down there, got pregnant, and had to have shotgun wedding?

so. fucking. many.

do you know how many of them are still married?

only one.

so when i see jily, two characters who have nothing in common beyond being gryffindors, get together, have a kid, and get married (not necessarily in that order) all within like two years, i know that the odds are not in their favor. those two aren't staying together. don't play with me.

now i don't know how people feel about young marriages in other parts of the world, especially in the uk, but i've spoken to a lot of americans, especially ones from the south, and so many of them have had the exact same experiences with their peers. i just can't help but wonder if that lends itself to less people being interested in jily.

i have other arguments to this, like that jily is not as entertaining as almost every other ship that james or lily could be involved in and americans being partial to entertainment above all else, or the american (and christian) obsession with the concept of redemption and self sacrifice making regulus a more compelling character than one that lived and died good (lily and james), but this was the one i wanted to focus on today.

#this is so long but i need to get it out of my head #i did not proof read this so im sorry if there are a ton of typos #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #american marauders fans #marauders #this is not jily friendly #just so you know

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raven-dor · 6 months ago

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sweet nothing

In which james potter makes sure his friend isn't late for class

PAIRINGS: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: given last name, fluff, flirting, crushing, OBLIVIOUS READER

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

🎶 : sweet nothing - taylor swift

AN: i just love marauders fics where they're happy and nothing is wrong and they are just living their lives

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing, Pandora, Regulus, and Y/N contributing heavily to that sound. The blonde girl had said she’d discovered nargles, which caused Regulus and her to get into a heated discussion about the topic. Y/N watched helplessly, laughing at how animated Regulus was with his hands when he talked. A hand swung over her shoulder, rectangle glasses coming into view.

She shrugged him off, glaring playfully. “What do you need, Potter?”

James scoffed. “Can’t a man say hello to his favorite Ravenclaw without being reprimanded?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Not when I’m in the middle of a conversation.”

“Were you? Because it looked like you weren’t doing much talking.”

Regulus cleared his throat. “Actually, Pandora and I were just leaving. We need to inspect the… the nargles.” He smirked. “Have fun.”

“Reg!” She turned to Pandora, pleading. “Please, don’t leave me here! You know how annoying he gets when left unsupervised.”

She giggled airly, walking away. “Have fun, Y/N/N.”

She turned to James, smiling lightly. “How are you, James?”

“Just fine, love.” She tried to ignore how her heart clenched at the nickname. He nudged her arm. “And you?”

“Fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? Just fine?”

She nodded, staring at the ground. “Y/N, come on.” He slipped his pinky around hers as they walked. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

She could never keep a secret from him for long. If she wanted to become an Auror, she really had to work on her resolve. “It was-” She shivered. “Horrible. My parents cornered me, practically threatened me into getting the dark mark.”

He stopped, his grip on her pinkie stopping her as well. He grabbed her hand, tracing over the freckles on the back. “And did you?”

“Rowena, no.” She scoffed. “Do you really think I’d do that?”

He shook his head. “Just asking, lovie.”

She sighed, pulling him along through the corridor. James put his arm over her shoulders once more, and this time, she didn’t shrug him off. His voice had a joking tone to it, but she knew he was being serious. “If you ever need a place to stay, my parents would be more than happy to have you.”

“James, I’ll be fine, really.”

“Only if you’re sure, love.”

She blushed, mumbling. “Don’t call me that.”

He gasped, putting his hand over his heart. “Why not?”

“You know why. You like Lily. So in the future, direct the endeering nicknames towards her. If you keep flirting with everything you see, Potter, she’ll never give you a chance.”

His cheeks were pink, and he scoffed. “For your information, I actually like someone else. In fact-”

“I enjoy a good deer pun as much as the next person, but are you two going to sit and eat lunch? You’re blocking the sun.”

She laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. The Gryffindor gasped, immediately shoving her away to fix his hair. “Don’t harm the merchandise, love.”

James mumbled, glaring at his friend. “Oh, so he can call you love, but I can’t.”

Y/N chose to ignore him. “Sorry Siri. I couldn’t resist.” She sat down, placing a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on her place. “And I would never miss lunch. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

Remus smirked, tilting his head. “I think you’re thinking of breakfast, Y/N/N.”

She glared at her friend. “I am shocked you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, Remus.”

He laughed. “I’m shocked you were.”

“Remus John Lupin!” Her jaw dropped. “What a rude thing to say.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Peter giggled, shaking his head. “You’ve always been the funniest person I know, Y/N.”

She bowed, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well thank you, Pete.” She looked at the other three, who could not care less. “Take notes. That is how friends treat friends.”

James scoffed. “Speak for yourself. I treat you like a princess.”

Y/N smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “When you're not tormenting my peace, yes, you are.”

Sirius looked over at Peter, highly offended. “I’m not forgetting you said that Pete. You know I’m funnier than her.”

Peter nodded, smirking. "Sure you are, Sirius."

"I'll have you know-"

"Boys, boys." Y/N put her hands up. "No fighting at the dinner table."

"It's actually lu-"

"Remus, again with the know-it-all card."

He raised his eyebrows. "Now, who's fighting at the dinner table?"

Free period was Sirius and James’s favorite part of the day.

It was not Remus, Y/N, and Peter’s favorite part of the day.

Because every day like clockwork, the pair begged them to watch their impromptu Quidditch practice. Peter luckily got out of this one, mumbling something about tutoring and scurrying away before he could elaborate. Remus and Y/N walked down to the pitch, holding their coats close to their bodies as they talked about their latest read.

“I don’t know Y/N/N, Jane Eyre seems to forget that she is the heroine in this story. Staying with that psycho who kept his wife in his attic? Not her wisest choice.”

“I think you’re missing the main point, Remus. She’s finally doing something that no woman in her time had the fortune to do. Decide her own destiny. I agree, I think that particular choice was not the smartest, but she becomes the heroine of her own story anyway because she chose to stay. It’s a rare trope in that era of literature.”

James and Sirius stared at them from the sky, both of their stomachs queasy for the same reason. James turned to his best friend, whispering. “Do you think they’re… together?”

Sirius spluttered, scoffing. “I mean, he can’t- he- she- they definitely-”

James rolled his eyes. “Relax, Pads. Moony isn’t going anywhere. You still have a chance.”

His friends cheeks grew pink, but he said nothing. James smiled, nudging him lightly. “You know I’m actually very proud of you, Padfoot. I know how difficult it is for you to accept that you like someone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prongs. I’m just shocked at the idea of them.” He nodded, but his voice didn’t sound as sure. “That’s all.”

The practice ended quickly, and Remus left Y/N in the stands. He knew she liked to soak up the crisp, fresh air before sitting class for two hours.

“I am so surprised to see you here.”

She opened her eyes, holding a hand above her to block the sun.

“James. Great job out there. You continue to impress me.”

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you. What are you doing after this?”

“Transfiguration, James. With you.” She raised her eyebrows. “The same as every other Thursday.”

“Can you blame me for trying to block it out of my memory?” He laughed. “Besides, I don’t need to take Transfiguration, I’ve already mastered that art.”

She hummed, laying back down on the stands. He smiled, she looked rather peaceful like that. “Then you should be fine, sitting there for two hours. It isn’t that difficult, anyway.”

James scoffed. “Of course you would say that. Some people have to try, you know.”

“Well not me and you. Don’t stress about it.” She sat up, huffing. “Suppose it’s time to walk over. I’ll see you in a bit James.”

Y/N hadn’t even gotten two steps before a hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “What if I told you I have an idea?”

She squinted, whenever James had an idea it either ended in a prank or detention. No one could blame her for being hesitant. “And what is this so called plan?”

He grinned. “Fancy flying?”

“You cannot be serious right now James.”

He smirked. “You’re right. I’m not Sir-”

“Shut it.” She raised her finger to his lips. “McGonagall would have our heads.”

“Nonsense. Minnie loves me. And if you don’t want to be late, you should take me up on my offer.” He held his hand out. “Don’t you trust me?”

She sighed. Once again, her resolved crumbled thanks to James Fleamont Potter. “You know I do.”

“Then get on.” She jumped up, gripping his waist as tight as she could. His voiced shook his chest. “Hang on, love.”

She screamed, nuzzling her face into his back instantly. James laugh echoed through the grounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. It was contagious, his laughter. What felt like seconds later, their feet touched the ground, her hold as strong as ever. “You can let go now, Y/N/N.”

She shook her head, rather comfortable in this position. “One more second.”

“You’re shameless.” He whispered.

She nodded, releasing her hold. “I’m ready now.” James grabbed her hand, racing towards McGonagall’s classroom. “Merlin, James slow down!”

“Can’t have our resident genius late to class. It’s a bad look Y/N/N!”

She laughed, panting. “I’m not our resident genius James!”

They whipped around the corner, throwing the doors open. McGonagall stood at the head of the room, her eyebrows raised. Giggles echoed through the class, the Marauders audibly laughing. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Mr. Potter. Ms. Baudelaire. How kind of you to join us. What exactly were you doing before you intrusion?”

Y/N turned bright red, stuttering. “Professor, I am so sorry, I-”

“It was my fault Minnie. I was running through the halls and bumped into Baudelaire. She took a nasty fall so I offered to walk with her to make sure she was alright.” He looked over at Y/N his eyes wide, practically screaming ‘go along with it.’ “Just plain, old fashioned chivalry.”

Y/N fought a giggle back down her throat. “Exactly. Chivalry.”

Sirius laughed, before quickly getting smacked over the head by Remus. McGonagall nodded, turning back to the chalkboard. “In the future, Mr. Potter, watch where you’re running.”

He nodded. “Of course, Minnie.”

Y/N looked down, realizing they were still holding hands. James grinned, pulling her over to their desk. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. “I told you we’d be fine.”

She blushed, pushing him away. “Minnie really does love you.”

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year ago

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I hate you Black

Regulus Black x reader

Words: about 4.1k words

Warnings: some angst, sexy Reggie and some funny times

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It's so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. This is my first time writing for the kinktober, hope you enjoy my writing.

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DAY 1: Hate fucking

To say that Regulus and I do not get along is an understatement.

We have been part of the same group of friends, namely the Marauders, for years now, since both my brother, James, and his brother, Sirius, are best friends, in fact they often consider each other almost brothers, on the contrary however the two of us have not been able to find common ground and usually always end up insulting each other and playing stupid jokes to irritate the other person.

Since our first year at Hogwarts, we have clashed because of our pride and desire to prove ourselves better than the other, and this challenge has continued outside of school, in everyday life.

This party is no different.

Sirius and Remus wanted to inaugurate the new apartment they decided to get, to live together, after being together for almost a year already, and so they threw a party with all their closest friends, including me and the younger Black.

I don't quite remember how I ended up straddling him with my hands around his neck, but I do remember the reason for that choice. Between his various jokes and yet another spilled glass on my favorite shirt because of his "carelessness," although we all know that if anyone is graceful it is him, the moment he mentioned what is now my ex-boyfriend. Just before coming to the party, in fact, that asshole decided to break up with me, telling me that he never actually felt anything really important for me, and that I was merely a fling that lasted too long and that now he actually already has another girlfriend and I was just in the way. A year and a half. We stayed together a year and a half, and he had to say that and turn away without looking back, or without a bit of shame or guilt, he didn't even apologize to me for shamelessly cheating on me. Part of me didn't even want to come to the party, but I love Siri and Remmy too much to let them down, so I took heart and convinced myself that I would have a good time, but at Regulus' words, "Where's your boyfriend? Is he tired of you too?", I saw no more. Smoke began to come out of my ears, my vision turned black, and inside I felt only a single emotion.

I realize what I was doing only after James detaches me from Regulus, while Sirius grabs his brother, and pulls him away from me.

"Are you totally crazy? You could have killed me!" Says Regulus shocked as he holds a hand to his throat, still struggling to breathe.

"Too bad, it will be for next time then." I answer coldly, to go toward the hall to get my coat, while I quickly apologize to the hosts and say I have to go home, because I don't feel too well. Both James and Sirius, Remus and Lily try to stop me, thinking it's because of guilt, but I really don't want them to see me crying and having to explain later that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me, and now I just feel like a pathetic little girl who can't be loved.

I hurry out of the house and immediately get hit by the cold autumn wind, which envelops me like a hug and shakes my hair, making it go over my face, thus tickling my nose. I smile and start walking toward my house, although it is quite far away, in fact I had come with my brother. I try to contain my emotions, but the tranquility and peace of the city at this hour give me enough security to let my tears flow freely down my cheeks. There is not a living soul to judge me, or so I thought.

I hear footsteps approaching behind me, someone is running toward me, so I turn around and see a breathless Regulus Black standing still, leaning on his knees and signaling to me to wait a second.

I try to wipe away my tears so that he can see that I was crying, but it is too late now, because his expression immediately changes and he seems confused by what he is seeing.

"I don't need your stupid excuses, go back to the others and tell them the bitch is not ready to be insulted by you again." I say trying to distract him as I turn and start walking faster, but a hand grabs my shoulder and makes me turn around.

"Are you crying?" Regulus asks, under his breath, as if even he does not believe the scene before him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are as sharp as Sherlock Holmes." I say trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he brings his second hand to my face, and wipes away a couple of tears that had reached my chin.

"If it's something I said, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to come and apologize, they forced me, however, I never wanted to make you cry, I was just playing with you." He continues, not caring what I had said. He looks me straight in the eye and I see his sincerity, and I don't know why I start to cry more. He looks at me unsure of what to do, before hugging me. As we are squeezed in that hug I tell him the real reason I was crying and apologize to him for what I had done earlier at the party. As I finish my story, he pulls away from that hold and looks into my eyes again.

"Hey, he's the asshole, not you. And he's also stupid if he didn't see the magnificent person he had beside him." He tells me firmly and sweetly at the same time.

"Says the boy who has been insulting me since we were eleven years old." I reply sarcastically as I stare into his eyes, and I can't lie to myself. I've always thought Regulus is a handsome boy, but damn, right now he looks like a deity come down to earth to teach us what beauty is.

"Hey I may be an asshole, maybe even a little stupid, but it's not like I'm blind." He continues, smiling at me as he looks at my lips. "You know I think I found a more appropriate way to apologize." He whispers as he moves even closer to my lips.

My brain cannot process the moment, everything seems fuzzy. Its scent, fresh mint, coffee and cigarettes, intoxicates me like a drug, and I can't do anything but screw it up to do what my instinct tells me to do.

"Know that it will not be easy to make it up to you for everything you have done to me. You were very, very mean to me." I whisper before kissing him, tired of that game.

I feel like giving my first kiss for the second time. Our lips chase each other, eating each other, needing each other. I feel my hands run through his hair, while his rests on my hips and draws me to him in a death grip.

We continue kissing, and time seems to stop, even the dry leaves seem to stand still in the air, waiting for our future to be drawn, anxious to see our next move.

Eventually we part, to catch our breath, and a faint laugh escapes from my lips.

"Know that I hate you anyway." I tell him and he can't help but chuckle, before taking on a serious look.

"Would you like to come to my house. You know I'd like to apologize for good, and show you that you've had really bad taste in men so far." He says seductively in my ear.

"You have to be careful what you say Black, because it could backfire on you with this sentence." I reply, trying to hide the emotions it is stirring in me.

"No baby, I'm going to show you how a real man should treat you, and not the idiot you used to date." He continues, whispering on my lips, before leaving a light kiss, as light as a butterfly resting gracefully on a flower.

"Know that this does not take away from the fact that I hate you." I reply, still partly in trance after that kiss.

"This just means that I will have to work harder at apologizing." Regulus replies, before stepping back a little, and removing the scarf around his neck, to give it to me. I didn't even notice that I'm shaking, too engrossed in this moment.

"Come on, let's go to my place, it's not too far." Says the boy, putting an arm on my shoulder, thus blocking any possibility of my thinking with his intoxicating scent for the second time this evening. After a few minutes of walking we arrive in front of a dark door, for which young Black quickly pulls out the key to open it.

Once inside the house, I am amazed at how the entire apartment is furnished. Dark furniture stands out against the green and white walls. Soft lights illuminate the rooms, giving it a cozy atmosphere. Every item is meticulously placed in a studied spot, everything is perfect, every note played with the right pitch to create a wonderful harmony.

I am lost in looking around the room when I feel a pair of hands drawing me toward them.

One hand gently removes my scarf, while another turns me around. In Regulus' eyes I see pure pleasure, and this only creates an unpleasant wet feeling in my panties.... We look at each other for a second before pouncing on each other like hungry prey, moving slowly down the stairs and into the bedroom. He pulls me back until I touch the bed with my knees, then drops me down, pulling away from the kiss. I look at him and see his lips red and swollen as he struggles to catch his breath. His hair is messy from my fingers, yet he has never looked more beautiful to me than in this moment. I watch him slowly approach the button of my jeans like a fierce lion studying its prey, and then with a precise and quick gesture, unbutton my pants. In the blink of an eye these lie on the floor, tossed from some indefinite part of the room. The only thing now separating him from his goal is my underwear, but before he can take the next step, I gently place a foot on his chest and look seductively at him.

"Hold your horses Black, if you want to play with me you have to do it right. One garment each at a time, I lost my pants, now you have to take something off." I say looking at him carefully, and he chuckles at my words.

"You can be really obnoxious Potter, you know that?" He asks wryly as he removes his sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest, since he has no shirt underneath. For a moment I am breathless at that ethereal sight. Her white skin glows in the moonlight entering the room. His physique is muscular but not overly so, I can tell he works out a lot and holds himself, but it's also not excessive. I get flashbacks of seeing him practicing Quidditch at Hogwarts shirtless with sweaty hair in the wind, and immediately I find myself having to make the physical effort to not cum in that same instant.

"I try my best." I respond seductively as I watch him lower himself, going on his knees, getting to be at the same level as my pussy.

"Now if you don't mind, I have a promise to keep: to prove that your asshole ex is nothing compared to me." He says before pouncing on me as if I were a feast. I don't have time to respond because he immediately starts kissing my inner thigh, both from the right and the left until he reaches his booty. Slowly, with his teeth, he grabs my panties, leaving a few wet kisses on my skin and making me shiver, and slowly he slides them all the way down my legs.

It is the most terrible, nerve-wracking, and sexy torture I have ever had to endure.

"I thought you were supposed to make it up to me Black, not make me madder." I say in a voice little louder than a sigh as I feel his hot breath on the center of my pleasure.

"Oh baby, I still have to start apologizing, and get ready because I want to do it right." He says, as he caresses the most intimate part of me with his lips. A second later, pure pleasure invades my every sense as he begins to kiss the lips of my pussy. I feel his tongue caressing me, as my hands wriggle in his hair, drawing him ever closer to the center of my pleasure, and with my eyes around his name like a song, between moans and expletives. I hear him smile at my reaction, and just as I was about to respond rudely to him, he increases my torture by adding a finger, taking it in and out of my opening. A few minutes thus pass, me hovering on the edge of pleasure, just as he looks up and shifts slightly. His mouth is completely wet from my pleasure, while I curse for the missed orgasm.

"You'd better finish what you started Black, because I swear that on the contrary you can distantly forget any chance of me being more generous to you." I say, trying to catch my breath.

"I was just catching my breath for the grand finale." He replies with a small smile, seeing my desperation.

"Go fuck yourself."

"I think that's what we're doing baby. What, I'm too good and you're not used to feeling so much pleasure?" He says smiling again as again, he turns me around kissing my entire thigh.

"By Merlin, how I hate you Black." I gasp, between groans.

"Try to convince yourself of this all you want honey, but we both know that right now your orgasms depend on me." And with that he begins his feast again, with more eagerness, and again, in a few minutes I am again on the brink of absolute pleasure, but this time I manage to go further, and for a moment I feel like I can touch the sky with my finger. I feel the blankets tighten between my fingers as I moan his name, almost screaming it, as if I want the world to know who was responsible for so much pleasure.

A few seconds pass, as I try to regain possession of my body and mind, before he speaks again.

"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He says giggling, before starting to kiss my body again, slowly, savoring every inch. He pulls off my shirt, as I now recovered from all that unexpected pleasure, taking off my bra. I see him staring at my breasts, before teasing my nipples, one with his tongue and one with his fingers. He bites, sucking my breasts, leaving signs of his passage as I try not to lose myself again in that spiral of pleasure.

"Damn, you don't know how long I've wanted to touch them, taste them, mark them as my own." He says in a gasp, before switching nipples and moving on to the other. Meanwhile then I try to distract him by opening his pants, but as soon as I try to touch his dick, he stops and moves my hand away, looking me straight in the eye.

"Tonight is just for you, not for me, now let me continue and make you feel like the goddess you are." At her words I can't help but hold back a sigh of pleasure.

"Now I understand why everyone was falling at your feet in school, you really have a gift for talking to girls." I say, as I feel his lips go up my neck, leaving me biting and hickeys as he passes.

"Too bad the one girl I really wanted did nothing but blow me off and tell me she hated me." She tells me, before kissing me passionately. Somehow I can still taste myself on his lips, or rather in his mouth, as we explore every nook and cranny of it with our tongues.

"Maybe he was telling you that he hated you, because all he could do was wish to fuck you in the broom closet." I answer between kisses as I hear him take off his underpants and pull down his underwear.

For the first time I realize perhaps truly the situation I am in. Our naked bodies, rubbing against each other, dancing a love dance of their own, as we struggle against each other to win.

He chuckles at my words as he moves to kiss me along my arm, while using his hand to reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom and put it on as he counters.

"And I would rather tell you that I hated you than confess that every night I dreamed of fucking you against a wall." He pauses for a moment, and smiles at me before continuing, with that obnoxious grin of his. "Although I would have said you were more of a quickie in the bathroom type."

"It happened only once, and with a Ravenclaw prick who had already done half my year, while I was half-drunk at a party, after watching you stick your tongue half a foot down the throat of a Hufflepuff slut." I confess by looking into his eyes, and I notice that amidst the pleasure now also shines a spark of astonishment. "Now get a move on, though, Black, for now you're all talk and no action." I continue, with an amused little smile.

"Merlin, if you say one more word, I swear I'll plug your mouth with your panties." He says, taking his dick in his hand, aligning it with my entrance.

"Oh you just have to try, assh- Oh my god!" I try to respond, but he blocks me by entering me overbearingly, immediately I feel my body almost leave the earthly world for pleasure. His dick is bigger than I would have expected, and certainly bigger than my ex's. Immediately he seems to touch all the places that give me the most pleasure, and my mind cannot process a concrete thought.

"I hate you Black." This is the only thing I can say as he is still still inside me, making me get used to his size. "I don't think I can do without your dick from now on, and this is all your fault." I continue as he tries to move slowly, in and out of me, as he murmurs a few dirty words under his breath.

"Oh you are adorable baby." He says before kissing my neck again as he increases the force and speed of his thrusts. "But if you really think I would let you go after this time you are crazy. I hate you too you know, I hate the fact that I am now addicted to this tight, hot, wet pussy of yours. Fuck I think I've found heaven." He gasps near my ear. We continue this dance like this, until a few minutes later, we are almost at the height of pleasure.

"Please Reg, don't stop. I'm cumming:" I plead with him, before stifling my continued moans of pleasure, leaving kisses, bites and hickeys on his neck as my hands scratch his muscular back. I feel him stiffen at my touch.

"Me too baby." He gasps, then increases the speed. A few thrusts, and we both reach orgasm.

We remain still for a moment, enjoying that feeling of pleasure and the warmth of the closeness of our bodies. We don't say a word, let silence fill the space between us, before we kiss again.

This time the kiss is different, not passionate and oozing sex like the others, it is more gentle and sweet, as if through that contact we want to express all those repressed feelings kept inside us all these years and that we cannot describe in words.

He moves from on top of me and lies on his side, while still keeping his arms around my waist. I slowly feel fatigue take possession of me as he gets out of bed to head for the bathroom and get a towel with which my private parts, now too sensitive, in fact a shiver runs down my spine and he seeing it apologizes to me.

When he is finished he lies down again beside me and hugs me, making me feel warm and safe. Just before I fall asleep I look into his eyes and manage to say something.

"You're on the right path to forgiveness, but maybe you need to try a little harder." And he can't help but laugh at those words. "I don't hate you that much anyway, I guess." I continue, as I snuggle against his chest.

"Fortunately." He replies. "Because I don't hate you at all, maybe just the opposite I dare say. "

The next morning I wake up after him. Regulus is already out of bed. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants, and he is shirtless. I can tell right away that he has just gotten out of the shower because I can see his wet hair, however, I can hear him talking to someone on the phone. Feeling my eyes on him he turns and sees that I am awake, and he smiles at me.

"Yes Sirius, I promise I didn't say anything stupid." He says with a bored look on his face as he watches me sit up in bed, my hair still tousled from sleep.

"I apologized, very deeply last night, but I may have to do it one more time to make sure you understand what I meant." She continues to talk to her brother as she gives me a wink and immediately I feel my cheeks go hot from what she said.

"Yes, yes. I love you too. Bye Siri, see you later." He greets his brother as he turns around and then sets the phone down on one of the pieces of furniture next to him, and there I realize all the marks I left on him last night. In the night we then woke up and made love a couple more times. Just thinking about it I feel my pussy getting all wet, even just remembering all that happened.

"I was going to make you breakfast before you woke up but since you are already awake I would suggest you take a shower while I make you breakfast. Is that okay with you?" He asks me, and I can't find my voice to answer him, so I smile and nod. He smiles back, leaving me a kiss on my forehead and then goes downstairs to cook.

I stay in bed for a second and letting out a sigh I realize perhaps for the first time that I hated Regulus Black so much, that I ended up falling in love with him, since the line is so thin that for a long time you can think you are hovering between the two, and only when you land do you realize that you slipped into one of the two worlds long before.

BONUS

Remus watches Sirius talk to his brother on the phone as he asks him if he finally apologized to little Potter. Once the call is over Sirius puts the phone down and looks at his boyfriend.

"They fucked." Remus says, before sipping coffee from his favorite mug.

"They got laid." Sirius confirms, laughing, while Lily, who had stayed over with her boyfriend James, sighs with relief.

"Finally, the situation was becoming unbearable. By now all you could do every time was expect them to jump at each other's throats with a knife or fuck in the guest bathroom." Lily says as she looks at James, who has a horrified look on his face.

"Hey, we're still talking about my little sister!" He says, looking at his friends and his girlfriend.

"Look at it this way, at least now we're really brothers." Try proposing Sirius.

"And probably uncles, too." Remus and Lily say in unison.

No one can hold back a laugh seeing James' horrified face.

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sweetnnaivete · 1 month ago

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the black brothers.

sirius:

walburga’s favorite, until he was sorted into gryffindor. he encapsulated the traits of a true gryffindor: fiercely loyal, incredibly brave, prideful to a fault, and prone to changes in temper, much like walburga herself (who was almost a gryffindor, but she fought against it and ended up the perfect slytherin pupil). above all else, the trait that made sirius stand out was his deeply caring nature. while all his friends were more preoccupied with themselves than with others (self-obsessed james, selfish peter, and self-conscious remus), sirius truly believed in helping others, as he did with regulus, with harry, and so on.

he always had a deep connection and understanding for his little brother, having practically raised the boy, and he saw regulus in everyone younger than him. when he left home, he thought about bringing regulus, but he knew that was selfish. it was regulus’s turn to grow up. and perhaps that was cruel, but he was raised by walburga. tough love was his upbringing, and he knew of nothing else until he found his friends, a different kind of love – warm, unrelenting, gentle. the type of love he’d always given but never received. regulus had to find it for himself, and he wouldn’t find it in his creepy little friends.

sirius was no casanova, but he was cool, mixing bourgeois wizard style with working class muggle style and growing his hair out like a rockstar. it was as effortless as it looked, and authentic to his personality as well. all the girls loved him, but often only platonically. it was clear he was in love with james, and remus was in love with him. truth be told, sirius dismissed remus at first, for being too quiet and boring. but he realized his mistake soon. he became fascinated with the mysterious boy, and he was the one who discovered that he was a werewolf. it was only later in life that they truly fell in love, and the road to come to that realization was treacherous and full of regret. the three great loves of his life were james, remus, and, surprisingly, lily. lily and sirius were like siblings, and although they only really got along in their twenties, they became each others’ support systems.

sirius got many tattoos, but his favorites were a stag’s antlers, a lily flower, the phases of the moon, and the crown of a prince.

regulus:

cold, harsh, sinister – orion’s copy. maybe that’s why walburga was always scared of the little boy that hung around dark corners with the house elf, because in all other aspects he was the perfect son. he pursued his studies religiously, going above and beyond the level expected for his age, always feeling an attraction to powerful dark magic. unlike his predecessors, he wasn’t talented socially, and couldn’t make friends for the life of him – a thing the rest of his family relied on to uphold their status in society. it was a wonder barty crouch’s boy took a liking to the child, otherwise he would’ve gone to hogwarts without a single ally, and that could’ve been even more detrimental to the black family legacy than a gryffindor son. barty crouch jr brought a bit of humanity into the cold husk of a boy, and there would always be a part of regulus that loved barty.

but the only one he had always loved was sirius. his older brother was the only person who had ever tried to understand him, instead of dismissing him as an enigma. sirius saw the softness, the awkwardness, not just his morbid nature. when he left, regulus waited like a princess in a tower for him to return and rescue him, but he never did. it got into his head: what had regulus done that was so terrible that his own brother hated him? he stopped talking, stopped eating, stopped caring about his academics, and walburga’s wrath toward him worsened. when he got the dark mark, something he’d always wanted, it felt wrong to him. he was no longer interested in the dark arts, and he had never been very interested in the cause. he missed being loved.

he found himself becoming friends with kreacher again, as he was in childhood, before walburga forbid him. she couldn’t control him anymore; he was her only heir, and he was working alongside the most dangerous wizard alive. he knew he was a threat. kreacher and him understood each other, and regulus vowed to protect the elf from harm. so, naturally, when he discovered what voldemort had done to kreacher, he knew it had to be amended.

his last acts of life were those of devotion and love, and his last thought was of sirius.

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dobbysimp · 18 days ago

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since this is tumblr after all, i feel like i should go back to my roots so:

things that have been said to or around me, as incorrect marauders quotes

sirius: what kinda fruit would i be? and dont say faggot

mary: imagine getting to absolutely explode inside someone

*30 seconds of silence of picturing it*

🎶iF i WeRe A bOy 🎶

peter: cereal is non binary

sirius: sure if you wanna make it into gay shit

peter: FRUIT LOOPS ITS IN THE NAME

james: if you were a fruit loop color which one w- LETS TAKE A QUIZZ

barty: i don’t just throw it away, i play catch w my sanity

Remus: *mom lore*

Peter: were you an accident?

Remus: oh yeah

Peter: that checks out

sirius: i love cum

james: 🤨

sirius: dont quote me on that

james: im quoting you

pandora to barty: can you stop talking about sperm so i can do my tarot reading?

remus: this might be rock bottom

peter: the thing about rock bottom is you can only go up

remus: we dont know, i have a shovel

peter deadpanning: have you ever even BEEN on minecraft?

sirius: i cant tell if im having a crisis or i just need to wash my hair

peter: furry

sirius: furry

james: furry

remus, defeated: why is this the joke we all roll with?

evan: i was regulus-ing too close to the sun trying to put my emotions in boxes

james, to sirius: the trauma is bouncing around in your head like the dvd logo and only when it hits a corner do you get a second of peace

sirius: I wish I could date myself I would treat me so well

james: I think you just stumbled upon self love

lily, scrolling on tinder: he’s cute

mary: is he?

lily: *swipes left*

James: I have brain freeze on the outside of my head

Regulus: that’s called being cold

sirius: im getting a lot of… brain things

remus: ideas?

remus: *looking smth up about worms, reading the suggested searches* “can paul atreides control worms?”

sirius: would you love me if i was paul atreides?

remus: no

sirius: would you love paul atreides if he was a worm?

remus: no

sirius: would you love a worm if it was paul atreides?

remus: i would have questions about HOW the worm became paul, but probably not

peter: is it… why was i thinking self harm? no wait… masturbation!

remus: what are you, catholic?

sirius: if i ever jump off a building just know it was bc i genuinely believed i could fly not because i wanted to kms

barty: on my deathbed can yall bring me a cup of gasoline? i wanna try that shit at least once

james: dang nabbit, or whatever the fuck white lame virgins say

regulus: i think you had a stroke out loud

james: that was just me doing math

trans reg complaining while doing hw: im just a girl

evan: nO?

sirius, about Minnie: she’s always three spots ahead in the cha cha line

james: she’s in the cha cha line meanwhile im doing the macarena

(playing battleship)

remus: I cant believe you blew up my ship and your response was “tehee”

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler never said

(30 minutes later)

remus: (is losing at multiple board games) IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF! IM DONE- I AM SO DONE…

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler has said

dorcas: evan is emotionally unstable but mature

regulus: one usually leads to the other

dorcas: nah barty is emotionally unstable AND immature

regulus: i said usually

mary: their lives are gonna go up in flames and im gonna sit there watching and tanning

lily: can you tan from fire?

mary: for sure

marlene: do you think people tanned at the salem witch trials?

peter and sirius: *debating*

remus: what did i just walk in on?

sirius: can animagus fuck?

remus: excuse me?

peter: we think yes

remus:… I think it makes sense

sirius: now here’s the real question, if James and Lily-

remus: no.

james: what if i dated regulus just to watch the world burn

remus: the world wouldn’t burn, you would, and sirius would be holding the lighter

sirius, ranting about remus drama: and then this happened and I have never been more distraught… thats a lie i was abused but still

peter, after making 18 your mum jokes: that’s what your mom said

sirius: stop i can only take so much

peter: she said that too!

pandora: im chilling, i could be a budah

regulus: i don’t think you’re chilling i think you’re disassociating

pandora: im budah

remus, ranting drunk: because my parents- my parents pfft i only have one

dorcas: am i being manipulative?

barty: no, I would be doing the same thing

dorcas: that’s not as comforting as you think it is

regulus: Hey google how to find a man that will edge me for hours, no borax or glue

james: i mean i have adhd i could probably do that

sirius, about reg: he’s not even fun anyway

james: siri… he gets abused

sirius: dont we all

peter: i think the bible is a mass hallucination, kinda like the bee movie

pandora: yk how when you buy things in bulk its cheaper? maybe we can get therapy in bulk for all 5 of us

regulus about sirius after he leaves Grimmauld: Bro acts like a Disney kid who just broke the contract

regulus: so, cannibalism as a metaphor, right—

remus: go to bed

sirius: to speak or to die? speak duh, im probably gonna die bc of what I said anyway

regulus: i had a great childhood…

sirius: *side eye*

regulus: you guys are making me age so fast

barty: we are helping you mature!

regulus: barty i get abused, i’ve been mature since i was 10

pandora: *after 10 seconds of silence* beAutiful

regulus: YOU CANNOT SAY BEAUTIFUL TO ME BEING ABUSED

pandora: im gonna be honest i zoned out

marlene: *calls*

lily: *picks up*

marlene: im gonna destroy my hair i thought you’d want front row seats

mary: a mosquito could bite my clit and i would let it

lily: mary what the fuck

alice laughing maniacally: lets actually think of the logistics here

#many of these are just one friend btw #marauders era #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #regulus black #slytherin skittles #mary macdonald #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #incorrect marauders quotes

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starzzmissthesun · 6 months ago

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The Black brothers will always be two sides of the same coin. Two fates always intertwined, placed into the hands of the other. They will never be whole without the other. Sirius, the embodiment of detachment and apathy. When he had to leave, he only had one problem. Regulus. The only person then who he really cared about. He found the rest of his family boring, uninteresting, everyone was the same. When he went to Hogwarts, only the people who were a stark difference from what he grew up surrounded by could he find some attachment to. James, the opposite of his brother, loud and non-comformative, joyful and funny. Peter, who was too skittish and unambitious for any similarity to be drawn. Lily, not like any of the women in his family, she knew what she wanted and got it through reasonable means, very kind and passionate. And Remus. Nothing about Remus was even adjacent to his upbringing. He was everything he needed, and he found how to balance and love them all. But Regulus, he was caught up in obsession. He couldn't help but be consumed by anything he felt in line with. He never changed, no, an unmovable force. He only gravitated towards what he was, as well. He was always caught up in these tornadoes. Then he met barty, and barty was a force. They were two collapsing stars, each being pulled into the others gravitational pull. They got closer and closer, they find they are the same, they become one. They sweep eachother up, they fuel eachother, so in line. And as regulus' belief in Voldemort and his ideals becomes obsession, so does barty's. Regulus can't see anything but barty, what else is there? He forgets himself, he changes. He's never changed. He starts to doubt everything, everything but barty, there really is nothing else now. His family is all going their own way in the war, his peers are all odd and annoying, his beliefs are being tested, and Voldemort isn't what he was supposed to be. He knows something must be done, and once he knows what it is, he's set in his choice. And when hes being pulled, clawed, pried open, dragged, and wrentched under the sharp depths of the lake, all he can think of is barty, still a tornado in his mind. For Regulus, he never lost Sirius. He stayed the same, Sirius was always changing. He knew this, and he knew Sirius didn't care. This doesn't mean he wasn't angry at him, but he knew they were still attached, tied together. Sirius never stopped losing Regulus. It started in his first year; he left, and when he came back, he could see their relationship was gone, it was something else. He couldn't see that it didn't leave, it's just something new. Then, Regulus was sorted to Slytherin, like everyone knew he would, and started hanging around those people, and sirius' hope was gone again. He left, and he knew that he lost his Regulus when he knew of the mark. Not long enough after, Regulus was dead. And then too long after, Sirius was too. And right before he was gone he knew he wasn't going to the afterlife, he wasn't going to see his baby brother again. The coin is not only their blood, their connection, it's their faithfulness. Sirius' manifests in loyalty. Hes blinded by it so much that hes shell shocked when he sees the potters' bodies on that fateful day. He immediately realizes he must avenge them. Regulus' manifests in devotion. He sacrifices what's and needs for his family's name. He gives himself to Voldemort and his beliefs by becoming a death eater as a teenager. He let's himself forget everything else that should be important except for barty, because that's all he wants. Sirius and Regulus will always be parralleling and opposing eachother, dancing around eachother and mimicking eachothers' ways. They will always be faulted for the other by everyone.

#regulus black #sirius black #sirius and regulus #the black brothers #black brothers #the noble and most ancient house of black #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #bartylus #wolfstar #marauders #art #artblr #fanart

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dtilmnh · 20 days ago

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Alright, let's be fucking for real here. The only reason that Peter gets as much hate as he does is because he's not conventionally attractive. He's ragged on constantly, belittled, made fun of, and hated on by everyone. And don't get me wrong, I hate Peter for what he did too, but the way the fandom treats Peter is not only so over the top and ridiculous, but also so hypocritical.

Like y'all are gushing over fucking Barty Crouch Jr who tortured Neville's parents to insanity, was as much a part of rebirthing Voldemort as Peter was, and was literally fucking 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 with the racist, genocidal maniac. But no, he's just "misunderstood", don't you know he has daddy issues? And Peter? Oh, Peter's the devil in rat form.

Peter is ostracised, ignored, and bullied by the authors and the other characters in almost every fanfiction. Half of the time he's just straight up ignored, he's barely mentioned in passing, and he's excluded from the fanarts. If he's included, he's hated on or dismissed in all the fanfictions, and in fanart he's almost always in rat form curled up somewhere where he can be easily ignored and people can focus on the other, far more attractive Marauders (and non-Marauders).

Peter is just a weak, stupid, irritating person that no-one actually wants around but puts up with for... reasons. He was never a "real" Marauder anyways, he was just in the background and out of frame while the others starred. The Marauders? That's James, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Lily, and a slew of other characters that never even show up in the books. Oh look, and there's Peter tagging along too! That's the fandom portrayal of him anyways.

This could not be further from the truth. He was their friend. Do you really see James or Sirius choosing to hang around someone whose company they don't truly enjoy? Do you really think they're the types to keep someone around out of pity? Peter was their friend, their brother, their trusted. Hell, Sirius literally trusted him more than he trusted Remus (the Wolfstar shippers won't like that, will they?).

My point is that this wouldn't be his portrayal is he 𝘸𝘢𝘴 conventionally attractive. Fans would probably take him down the "morally grey characters" pipeline, give him a tragic backstory, characterise him as someone talented, cunning, and calculating (which he was). Now, would their attempts at providing complexity to his character fall as flat as every fanon version of every Marauders character and end up completely unrecognisable and ooc? Probably, yes. But let's be honest, that's happening to him anyways.

Peter Pettigrew is an extremely hateable character, because he's a bad person. Considering the number of straight up evil characters the fandom manages to feel sympathy for, Peter's treatment is blatant hypocrisy. He's not hated for betraying James and Lily, for framing Sirius, for 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 (the twelve Muggles, Bertha Jorkins, and Cedric Diggory). He's hated for the crime of being "ugly".

Not to mention, according to fans he's weak and stupid but also somehow a master manipulator and evil since the day he was born. He entered Hogwarts with the Dark Mark already on his wrist and got close to the others for the sole purpose of betraying them later (this is an exaggeration, but you get my point).

Make Peter a complex, morally grey character, with real feelings and emotions. Give him relationships, and dreams, and goals, and motivations. Give him hobbies and interests, give him character traits, give him skills. For the love of God, Merlin, or whatever ineffable deity you pray to, can you please just give Peter Pettigrew a fucking personality, and stop excluding him from every fanfiction, fanart, or other headcanon you make.

#peter pettigrew #give peter pettigrew a personality #peter pettigrew is a marauder #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #marauders

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futurecorps3 · 2 years ago

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Hiii !! I love your writing ❤️. If your comfortabke can i ask for marauders comforting reader since they do stuff for others but forget to take care about themselves?

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

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Summary: They'll always have each other<3. Pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader Warnings: Reader stops eating, kind of scolding from the marauders but like in a nice way, mentions of being sick. Lemme know if I missed any!! Word Count: 1.5K Requested: Yes

A/N: Made this poly!marauders love, hope u don't mind! Thank you so much, hope you enjoy<3.

Since they met, there was no waking moment where Y/N wasn't offering to do something to help life make even the slightest bit easier for people. Not because she was a people pleaser. No, not at all. She was just that kind. Sirius heard Remus say once that "acts of service" was her "love language".

He demanded to know what exactly that meant and the conclusion was that that's the way their girl expressed her love. And that was okay. James loved to craft little handmade gifts for his boyfriends and girlfriend. Remus tried to spend as much time as he could with them. Sirius wanted nothing but to cuddle with his loves. Y/N/N loved helping them.

Even her friends, too! Lily needed a book from the library but didn't have time to fetch it? Y/N could get it for her. Regulus was having a hard time and needed his comfort food? She'll cook it, it's okay. Her boyfriends loved how sweet she was with it as well, a caring soul that expressed her love through helping.

Until it backfires.

Remus was the first one to notice, ever the observer. "Y'okay dove?" he whispered, looking down at her figure resting on his arm, almost dozing off. That would be a normal occurrence if their history of magic lesson was a bit too boring for her liking, and he'd let her sleep through it since it was one of the classes Y/N excelled in without even trying.

Not the case with potions, and she always tried her best. So yes, this was odd. "Just a bit tired s'all" the girl mumbled back, trying to get up but inevitably snuggling impossibly closer to the boy's arm. "Darling, Slughorn will give you detention if you keep sleeping. Get up for me, will ya?" he muttered once again, gently pulling her up, but she just ended up falling face first on the table.

James looked over at the thud and frowned, directing his gaze to Remus who, wide-eyed, shook his girlfriend's form to wake her up. She was no longer asleep. A thousand possibilities ran through his head. Confusion. Fear. Shock.

"Is everything alright, Remus?" The professor asked, in perfect timing, looking over at his student. "I-I don't know what happened, sir. She was dozing off, and I was trying to wake her up but-" "Let's go. Pomfrey. Now."

Sirius' voice coming from behind him, James already carrying Y/N's limp form in his arms and quickly exiting the classroom in a hurried step. His boyfriend had a habit of overthinking and trying to piece a logical explanation for everything, like right now; why did Y/N faint suddenly? Sirius knew she fainted, and they needed to get help right that second.

Why's and how's would be found later, when their girl was okay.

The couple ran through the corridors, James muttering small "Darling, wake up" and "Stay with me, alright? We're almost there" with Remus and Sirius following close behind, hand in hand as the prior dried some stray tears with the right sleeve of his sweater.

It was all much too overwhelming for him; Y/N fainting, Sirius looking worried which practically never occurred, James talking to his girlfriend's limp body as if she were dead and how he got in his head instead of acting when it all happened.

His boyfriend squeezed his hand, knowing him well enough to realize what was going on in his head. “Remember what Jamie told us the other day? When you hop on a plane, they tell you to place your air-mask before helping whoever needs help near you” He said as the three of them walked through the infirmary’s door.

“Y/N/N needs help right now, but we gotta be okay to help her. Steady breaths for me, baby” he continued, encouraging him to find a rhythm so he could calm himself down. James placed Y/N on one bed and brushed the hair out of her face.

Pomfrey got in action quick as lightning, giving her a potion that would wake her up. Fainting like she did was not normal, not for a healthy person like Y/N, so she had to have her awake to answer her questions.

Her boys sat down on the sides of the bed, James and Remus on one couch cuddling as Sirius held her hand on the other side, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “My poor girl…” James mumbled, watching over her as Moony dozed off after the energy-draining panic he had.

“She’s been quite busy lately,” Sirius prompted. Maybe she fainted out of tiredness. “Yeah, she wasn’t even at movie night with the girls on Thursday, Lily told me,” the brunette answered, getting where his boyfriend was going. "Hasn't been much with us either, eh?" "Yeah".

They waited for about an hour after Pomfrey gave her the potion before she woke up. All of them stayed there the whole time. It was about 5pm, and they didn't attend lunch, but they couldn't risk her waking up alone. Sirius saw her shifting and stood up immediately, making James and Remus to do the same. Brows furrowed and dry lips, Y/N opened her eyes slowly.

"Hello, darlin'", "Hi babe", "Mornin' dove".

Prongs busied himself with a cup of water for his girlfriend as she returned their greetings. "W-what happened?" She asked, confused out of her mind before sipping on the glass. "You fainted during potions. Poppy said she needs to ask ya some questions." Sirius smiled, kindly kissing her nose to pull a giggle from her. "You've been taking care of yourself, baby?" Now spoke Remus, already sensing what was happening.

"Yes, I-I've been helping Reggie with some stuff for Divination and spent most of my days there, but yes" "When's the last time you ate?". Theatrical silence fell as Y/N tried to recall when did she had her last meal. Around ten seconds passed, and Sirius sighed in frustration. "Shit, Y/N".

"M'sorry, okay!?" the girl whined softly, feeling guilty about it already. "I was busy. Regg needed help..." "That's no excuse for you to not take care of yourself!" The raven-haired boy yelped, anger and worry clear in his tone. There was no way he'd let it happen again. It doesn't matter how much she wanted to help; straight up blacking out for not eating was unacceptable.

James grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Calm down, darling. You too, Y/N. We're just glad you're okay." He pipped in, seeing as tears started to well up in his girl's eyes. Remus sat next to her on the bed, grabbing her hand and intertwining her fingers. "Sirius, could you go get some food for her? See if there's still some. Tell Poppy she's up and we know why she fainted." "Yeh," he mumbled, boots loud on the floor as he exited the room.

"Is he mad at me? A-Are you guys mad at me?" "Nonsense, dove," Remus cooed, laying beside her and letting her rest his head on his chest as Prongs did the same, holding his boyfriend's hand in the process. "We're not mad and neither is Sirius, he's just worried, and a bit frustrated but not mad". Y/N nodded after James explained, kissing both of their cheeks and finishing her water.

"S'not okay you forget to eat, though. We understand how much you like taking care of everyone and help them out..." Spoke the lycanthrope "We love that about you!" Chirped James. "... but you gotta be okay before you help anyone else. Take care of yourself first, then others. We could remind you if you like but this cannot happen again".

She nodded once again, reminding herself of the times her stomach grumbled, but she didn't listen. "Okay" Y/N smiled at her boys. Pomfrey walked over right after and scolded her for the negligence, offering more water and advised to skip the next day of classes to rest. As they got ready to leave, Sirius walked back with an armful of pastries, careful on balancing them and not drop a thing.

Everyone helped him and placed the food on the bed, rounding it so they could share their late lunch. Padfoot sat next to Y/N, and she immediately grabbed his face so he'd look at her to have his undivided attention.

As he looked upon her face, a chill ran through his body as he noticed how pale she was, and he couldn't help but feel his heart break a little as he reached out and held her face in his hands. "I'm sorry Siri..." She mumbled, looking him dead in the eye; a thing they did when one was being dead serious.

"No, I'm sorry. Shouldn't've lashed out at you like that, it's just you- you got me worried and I don't like you ill for something you can control. We'll eat our meals like clockwork now so you don't forget pup, that okay?" The boy proposed, grinning sympathetically at her as she mumbled a small okay before pressing a deep kiss to his soft lips.

The couple ate and chatted, like any other day. Promises were made, too; The boys made a silent agreement on making sure Y/N took care of herself, and she, to be as caring with herself as she was with others.

In the end, they had each other. When fainting, when laughing, when crying. They were together for the end of time and that's really all that mattered.<3

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This is my first time writing poly!marauders so I'm very nervous at how y'all will like it haha. Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed

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Thanks again, stranger. Hope you have a nice day<3

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maybetheyredrunk · 2 months ago

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inspired by something @youknowwho-mustnotbenamed wrote, December 15 - Desk | Jegulus | word count: 852 | @taylorswiftmicrofic Across from Sirius’ bedroom, there is another door.... – @youknowwho-mustnotbenamed on Tumblr

A bit of fluffy angst.

He never really came out to Sirius. Sirius just kind of- knew. Helped him buy trousers together, cut their hair together, pretended to "accidentally" rip Regulus' dresses so that he wouldn't have to wear them.

The first time he came out to someone, it felt like there was an ocean in his lungs.

Regulus had to come out to his parents after Sirius left. They needed an heir.

He'd stood there, in front of his parents as they waited with judgement in their eyes. "Spit it out, boy." from Orion. "Just hurry up." from Walburga.

"I-" "I'm-"

Then he had to stop for a bit, panic filling his chest like water fills a drowning man. Black spots swam like fish, and for one delirious moment, he thought he might try catch them at some point.

When they cleared, he continued.

"I'm trans."

Surprisingly, Walburga and Orion weren't as mad as he thought.

"Well, it was obvious you weren't a proper girl." "Yes, you weren't the best daughter."

"But we need an heir to the Black family and fortune."

Sirius gone, now a Potter and later a Lupin, they needed someone to continue the Black line.

The second time he came out to someone, it was Narcissa. Easier this time, and Narcissa was supportive. "You're still my cousin."

The third time he came out to someone, it was Barty and Evan. Honestly, he didn't think they cared much, which was nice. "You're still our idiot best friend, we really don't care what you were before."

The fourth time, it was Remus and Lily. Remus understood what it was like to feel wrong in your own body. "I understand." Regulus broke down because he was so supportive. But it was a nice breakdown, not a bad one. Lily didn't know what it was like, but she supported him anyways, and held him while he cried. "I'll always support you Reg, don't worry."

The fifth time, it was James. And it felt like there was a porcelain mask over his skin, his armour that he was slowly peeling away. He panicked this time, properly, and spent ten minutes lying in James's arms, crying. It wasn't planned this time. It was over a phone call. "Uh hey James." "Hey Reggie, what's up?" "I need- I need you to do something for me please?" "Sure mi estrella, what do you need?" "I-" "Don't hate me." "I need you to get me some- period stuff." "You- What?" "Period stuff. Pads." "Oh alright love, you should have said sooner, what do you need? Pads, tampons, anything else? I'll get chocolate for you as well, and a heating pad if you want." "You- you're not-" "I'm not what?"

Regulus could feel tears, relieved ones, slipping down his face, coating his shirt in saltwater. An ocean. "You're not breaking up with me?" He said brokenly. "No love, why would I do that?" "Because- because I'm-" "Trans? Love, that's fine. You're still my boyfriend, you know?" "Now, is there anything else you want me to get, any specific brands for pads?" "N-no." "Ok. Wait in the toilets, yeah? Second floor right?" "Yes." "Love you." And with a beep, the call disconnected.

And Regulus slid down to the ground, tears rolling down his face. When James arrived later to find him, pads, chocolate, and a heating pad in hand as promised, he was shocked to find him crying.

He reassured Regulus that he was alright with him being trans, he still was James's boyfriend, the fact that he used to be a girl didn't change anything.

And maybe Regulus started crying again. Or maybe he never stopped, who knows? But it was happy tears this time.

Maybe the porcelain mask wasn't a mask. He was, after all, a boy, not a girl.

And the ocean in his lungs diminished as it fell from his eyes.

Graphics by @sweetmelodygraphics

@into-the-jeggyverse @noblehouseofgay @my-castles-crumbling @strawberrystainedfingertips7 @reggie-the-starboy

#all the young dudes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #regulus deserved better #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #trans regulus #trans reggie #platonic moonwater #platonic moonflower

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florsial · 2 months ago

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you should totally talk about ur lily more😔 (pleasepleaplepleasepleaspeleaapleaase)

Sigh, I have a very love-hate relationship with Lily with how some of her fans can get. Unfortunately, I did post about her at some point but took it down. Truthfully, I do love her in my own personal way.

Anyways, here's some headcanons:

-She's from Spain and was raised Catholic. Her family moved to the UK and unlike Petunia, Lily settled kinda well while Petunia wasn't used to the sudden change in environment. They moved when Lily was 10 and Petunia was 12.

-I feel like people will hate me for this, but I think her friendship with Severus was one of the most important ones. First friend-first love kinda of thing. They were each other's first person and even when they part ways, Lily will still feel fond of him even when they both wronged each other (because there is no way in hell two lonely teens weren't gonna hurt each other one way or another). Modern AU version of them is just two teenage girls who don't know where the boundaries of romantic-platonic end and begin which causes a lot of weird feelings and toxicity (don't ask how I know that)

-She's like one of those people who are like "Stop doing that, you're making me stressed", and the other person just placed a book in a different place. There is always a certain way she likes things done because she feels like works better, so if another way is introduced, she will be skeptical about its efficiency

-I don't see her reading fiction books all that much. She would much prefer biographies to draw her life inspirations from, literature essays to validate her internal points, and poems for small readings to just relax with. I think if she would read nonfiction, they would definitely have an overall message that she obsesses over. However, I think she would LOVE magazines.

-Not all that into movies, I don't think she would have the patience to watch them.

-We as a fandom must never forget her skill for potions. I think in the muggle world, she was very into chemistry (I've always found this funny stereotype about religious people not liking stuff like chemistry)

-Much more easily agitated during the war. Her head was constantly filling with regrets and a back-and-forth desire to run back to Petunia or stay with the Order. Once Harry was born, she kinda had this melancholy look about her, she won't be able to return or try to make amends with her sister for a long long time, or if she's even able to. At every meeting, she had a frustrated look in her eye but when she was pregnant/after Harry's birth, she just looked like she was reluctantly accepting a terrible fate. She's happy with the family she's crafted for herself but also misses when she didn't have to go through the loneliness of making one for herself because she had Petunia and that was more than enough for Lily.

-I don't think she regrets helping muggles at all. That's not what I'm saying. I'm more in the thinking that she wanted to the comfort of her own family in a such difficult time. Jealously when Regulus dies, Sirius can finally mourn and put his family to rest while Lily fears for her family's life every day as they live, living in regret and feeling like an outcast. James and his parents and her desire for her mother when she's pregnant, yes Effie is kind, but she isn't Lily's mom. Remus has the comfort of knowing his family is safe because Lyall is a wizard, and the same can go for Peter. Lily's family probably doesn't even know what was happening.

-All that anger and frustration kinda boils over and I WISH that JK Rowling made her more angry before her death. Lily's life was unfair! She deserved to yell and scream, plea for her son's life but also cuss out Voldemort. Screaming and crying (literally), shaking with fear but also anger, and I know, female characters can be soft/sensitive/emotional, it's not a bad thing. It's just I wish she was more angry/a mess because she was seen as a witty, sharp-tongued girl! This stereotypical fierce redhead! I would've been fine with her simply pleading for her son's life even in the most pathetic way (no shame) but her personality was established as being very fierce by JK Rowling!! But this could honestly be just me and yes, I know, situations change people sometimes. I just wished there was more anger, or maybe I'm angry on her behalf lol

-Teenage Lily is the helpless romantic, the girl who reads real-life love stories to prove love is real, the girl who cheers her boyfriend on the field, and the girl with gum and finished homework notes that could be given to anyone who needed them. But 20-21 year old Lily the tired woman who cried for her mother when she had her first child, the tired woman who wanted her sister's hugs again, the tired woman with sickly green eyes and moved too slowly for a woman in her early 20s, and the tired woman who watched everyone like a hawk at Order meetings that talked of more death. She sits in the corner, the chair seemingly too big for her, or anyone for that matter, and watches with frustrations simmering under her eyes. Sometimes give a cutting remark that Sirius laughs to.

#i didn't want to get into her sexuality/romantic relationships all that much tbh its not that interesting to me #but i like seeing her narcissa or dorcas lol #ivan gets the mail #marauders era #marauders #lily evans #lily j evans #the marauders era #🫀 tag #hope u like these tehe <3

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peotego · 10 months ago

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Unconditionally | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Black!reader

Summary: Three times when you realised you are in love with your brother’s best friend and one time when it all suddenly made sense.

Warnings: some swear words, my English? (since it’s not my first language)

Words: 4k

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James' POV

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Whenever I tried to think back to the time when it all started, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment when I realised I loved James Potter.

He was my brother’s best friend, for Merlin’s sake!

I remember I hated him when we first met. Maybe it was because he was a Potter and my father told us to never befriend a Potter? I was, after all, a daddy’s girl at that time. Sirius loved the idea of going against our father’s orders but me? Not really. I was a good girl.

I stopped being the favourite child of the Black family when I was sorted to Gryffindor alongside my twin brother. It caused a lot of arguing back at home. Sirius was proud to be a Gryffindor. Me? Not so much. Imagine being the favourite child spoiled with compliments only to become a black sheep. I couldn’t bear it. But maybe it was good because it helped me to bond with my brother more? I was even more furious when Regulus was sorted to Slytherin the year after that and took my rightful place on the pedestal. Finally, I understood how my brothers have always felt.

At that time Sirius was a great friend. He helped me get through all the bad feelings I had about myself for something that wasn’t really my fault. Finally, I was okay with all that had happened.

But back to James Potter. The thorn in my side.

Everybody knew he loved Lily Evans, he wasn’t very discreet about his big, awful crush on her. The whole bloody Hogwarts knew about his infatuation with the redhead girl. I used to tease him about it alongside Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

Maybe it was in our 6th year? When I realised?

We were all sitting in Potions classes when Slughorn decided we should work in pairs. I turned to Lily because we usually partnered up.

“Oh, no, no, no,” said Slughron with a big smile on his face “We should mix things up a bit. I’m going to assign your partners”

All of the students present growled at his revelation. I feared I would end up with some Slytherin bloke. However, Slughorn had other plans.

And in that way, Sirius ended up working with Peter (a disaster indeed), Remus was assigned to some Slytherin girl (poor Remus), Lily with Severus Snape (well, they were still friends at that point), Dorcas with a shy girl from Gryffindor, I believed her name was Lucy (Lucy was good at Potions so Dorcas won a partners lottery), Marlene and Mary together (they worked good together), and that left me with James Potter.

I smiled at him but inside I was screaming. Everybody knew Potter was good at every single class but he rarely paid attention to the instructions. I knew I would end up doing all the work myself and constantly reminding him to focus. What I didn’t anticipate was that we would be working on an Amortentia potion. Slughorn first called us to see what the potion should look like and, of course, he asked us what we could smell.

When I tried to concentrate, I recognised the smell of old books, my favourite candy from Honeydukes, Andromeda’s famous pumpkin pie, and something I couldn’t quite recognise.

That’s when the revelation came and I was hit in the face with the smell of James’ cologne. I thought he was standing too close to me but when I looked around he was actually close to Lily Evans bothering her.

The whole class was a nightmare only because I now knew that somehow James Potter’s smell was in MY Amortentia potion. His constant questions about what I could smell didn’t help either. He was too curious for his own good.

“Just drop it, Potter”

“You probably smelled a wet rat”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night”

“I couldn’t sleep if I knew you fancied Wormtail”

“Stop, Potter, or I’m going to hex you”

“Always a charmer, Black”

He tried to touch my shoulder but I was still too scared from the moments before when I smelled him in the potion so I shuffled a little so as not to be touched by the boy. James looked confused and his smile dropped a little but I paid no attention to it, too preoccupied with my own conflicting thoughts.

When the class ended, I quickly packed my bags and left the classroom.

We never talked about it again.

*~*~*

Maybe it was at a party after Gryffindor won with Slytherin? We were all having a blast till the very end. I danced with my friends, drank a lot, and flirted with some boys who tried to get my attention. It wasn’t until our little group of friends were the only ones that stayed in the common room. Marlene had a genius plan to play Spin the Bottle. You had to kiss the person it landed on.

“I’m not going to kiss my sister, McKinnon,” said Sirius. I pretended to vomit at the mere thought of it.

“He’s right, Marlene, what are we supposed to do if it lands on one of us? I know Blacks have a tradition of marrying within the family but I really do not wish to continue this madness”

“Okay, if you don’t want to kiss someone, you need to answer a question truthfully and drink”

We all agreed to that.

Now I see it was stupid.

Remus spun the bottle first and it landed on Peter.

“Truth, please,” said Lupin and we all laughed.

“Okay, Remus, who was your first real kiss?” asked Mary. Remus looked uncomfortable, and so did I because I knew the truth.

“Um, I don’t know if she wants her identity to be revealed” Remus tried to dodge the question.

“Shut up, Moony, you agreed to play the game!” Sirius gave him a shot of firewhiskey which he needed to drink after answering the question.

“Okay” Remus sighed “It was (Y/N)”

“You kissed my sister?!”

“You wanted me to tell the truth!”

“I think I made myself very clear when I said that my sister is off-limits for you idiots!”

“Well, brother, that’s why the kiss was so good” I tried defending Remus but probably made it worse “Because it was forbidden” I winked at Remus who quickly emptied his glass and blushed like crazy.

“This conversation isn’t over” Sirius pointed at his friend “Are you going to tell me you snogged Prongs and Wormtail too?” he asked me.

“You’ll never know, brother”

Peter spinned the bottle next and it landed on Mary. It was a quick kiss.

Mary needed then to kiss Marlene.

Marlene kissed my brother who then kissed Lily.

Lily spun the bottle and I saw that James wanted really badly for it to land on him. His dreams were crushed when it stopped at Dorcas.

Then Dorcas kissed Remus.

But when Remus spun again it landed on me.

“Come here, Remus, for old times’ sake”

Sirius screamed something I couldn’t understand. The kiss with Remus was sweet and quick, just like I remembered our first one. I smiled reassuringly at him after but I knew my brother would talk his ears off later on.

I took the bottle and spun it. I prayed it wouldn’t land on Sirius.

Well.

The bottle landed on James Potter instead.

“Two out of three. Better get ready Peter” I said with a smirk but inside I was actually stressed. I still remembered his smell in amortentia.

James slowly made his way to me never once breaking the eye contact. He sat in front of me, staring intensely. He put his hand on my cheek when his lips met mine. I shut my eyes closed and kissed him back. His lips were soft and, Merlin, he knew what he was doing when he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I grasped his shirt bringing him closer to me and biting on his lower lip. He moaned a little trying to kiss me even harder but he had too much strength and it ended up with us falling to the ground, James on top of me.

“That’s enough, Prongs, it’s my sister” Sirius helped James get up and then gave me a hand.

I don’t remember much from that party after that.

My mind was still fixated on that little moan.

James Potter’s kiss made my legs weak.

It was mind-blowing.

*~*~*

The party was long forgotten when next day James declared his undying love for Lily Evans to the whole school during breakfast. I tried to squish my little crush when I still had the chance to move on.

At the end of our 6th year, I knew I was fucked. I noticed every single little thing about James Potter. I liked the way those little wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes when he was laughing. I loved his jokes. I adored how much he cared for his friends and family, how he could do absolutely everything in his power to cheer Remus up after a full moon, how he got out of his way to tell Sirius and me that our family name didn’t define us as people, how he would defend Peter when Sirius was making fun of him.

I was even mad at Lily for not seeing how wonderful he was. I was furious when she was still rejecting him, making fun of him. He didn’t deserve that. He deserved to be loved unconditionally. He deserved someone who would fall madly, truly, deeply in love with him, who would know all his quirks and bad sides and even though still love him for who he was.

James Potter was loud and obnoxious and he did strut a little but he was also devoted to his friends, funny, caring, and good-hearted. And if Lily Evans didn’t see that, it was my personal mission to make James realise that he deserved better.

Sirius and I spent the summer at the Potters. My brother went there for almost every school break but it was maybe my third time there. I didn’t want to leave Reggie alone with our parents but turned out he was more than okay with their way of treating me. That was when I sent an owl to Sirius and he told me to pack my bags and go to the Potters.

We had a lot of fun together. We laughed, we played quidditch, we talked a lot, and I even helped them plan their next prank for the beginning of our last year at Hogwarts. Euphemia Potter was a sweet lady who welcomed me to her house with open arms. I helped her a lot around the house and talked to her about every little thing I couldn’t talk about with my mother. She was great, she made me realise that maybe I had a mother but I never had a mom.

Fleamont Potter was just like James but older. He made a lot of jokes, gave us candy when his wife wasn’t looking, he even asked me if I could marry his son once.

”You see, (Y/N), I believe you would be a great match for my son. I see how he looks at you, how his smile is wider whenever you are near. He talks about his mystery girl a lot but he could never tell us when we would be able to meet the love of his life, as he likes to call her. Now I see why. Sirius is always around and I’m not sure he would be okay with his best friend dating his sister”

”Oh, Mr Potter, I think you have it all wrong. I appreciate the vote of confidence but I am not James’ mystery girl. Her name is Lily and she’s my friend”

”We’ll see about that, (Y/N)”

During one evening Sirius went to bed earlier because he didn’t feel good and that left me and James alone in his backyard, lying on the grass and looking up at the night sky.

”Jamie, your father wants me to marry you”

”What?!”

”Yeah, crazy, right? He thinks I’m your mystery girl”

”Oh, and what did you tell him?”

”That it’s definitely not me. That I know the girl you have a crush on and he said that we’ll see”

”I have no idea why he said that I’m very sorry”

”No big deal, Potter”

After a moment of silence, I decided it was time to talk to James about Lily. I was nervous and a little scared that the conversation would ruin our friendship.

”James”

”(Y/N)”

”I’ve been thinking about you and Lily for a while”

”Oh?”

”Yeah” I took a deep breath before continuing,” I think she doesn’t deserve you”

”How so?”

”You see, Jamie, you’ve been trying to get the girl since we were thirteen years old and she’s still not even slightly interested in going on a date with you. She’s always laughing at you, turning you down. I don’t think that’s very good for you. I get that you’re in love with her but maybe you should start thinking about yourself a little bit?”

James was quiet for a moment.

”What do you mean?”

”You deserve the world, James Potter. You deserve a girl who will be madly in love with you. You deserve a girl who will love you unconditionally. You are a good guy. Sure, you have your faults. We all have them. But you should be loved the way you love other people - wholeheartedly. I don’t think Lily is the right girl for you. I’m also not saying you should do whatever I’m telling you right now. I just believe you should think about it a little bit and decide if it’s even worth it. Because you, James Potter, are definitely worth it and it’s her loss if she cannot see that”

”Wow, Black, do you have a crush on me or something?” He chuckled making my heart hurt a little bit.

”You’re also an idiot” I slapped his shoulder but laughed with him too. Despite my smile, my heart was breaking a little bit just because the thought of me having a crush on James only made him laugh. ”I’m your friend, I just hate to see you struggling so much”

”You are a good mate, (Y/N). Thank you for always looking out for me” James took my hand in his and interceded our fingers. He softly caressed my hand with his thumb.

”Always”

*~*~*

During our 7th year, everything changed. James Potter suddenly stopped being interested in Lily Evans anymore. And that was a big, juicy gossip at Hogwarts. How could it have happened that James Potter just stopped loving Lily Evans? Could he have another girl? Maybe he had a secret girlfriend?

There was a lot of gossip about his possible girlfriend going around the school. I was just glad that he finally realised that he was worth much more than what Lily was giving him all those years.

That was also when I noticed that he paid a lot more attention to me. He always sat next to me, he wanted to be partners in every class which made Sirius mad, he helped me with my homework, and he walked me to my classes even when it meant that he would be late to his. It was really weird but I wouldn’t dare to hope he suddenly had a crush on me. I wasn’t stupid.

Until that one fateful night in October when I helped the boys with the prank we planned together. A Ravenclaw prefect was patrolling the corridors. He spotted us near the kitchens and shouted something.

”Run!” Shouted Peter. We all started to run but we were a big group so it would be easy to eventually catch us.

”We need to scatter,” said Remus out of breath. Peter immediately turned the corner and turned into a rat. What a team player.

”(Y/N), here” James took my hand and made me run with him in the opposite direction from Remus and Sirius. He found an empty broom closet and quickly closed the doors behind us. There wasn’t a lot of space so we were very close, our noses were practically touching. James put his fingers on my lips so I was quiet. His other hand was still holding mine and squeezing it reassuringly. After a while, when we were sure the Ravenclaw boy wasn’t coming in this direction, James moved his hand to my waist.

He was staring at me very intensely.

”What?” I whispered to him ”Do I have something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that, Potter?”

”Remember what my dad told you? About my mystery girl?”

”Yeah?” I was confused. Why bringing it up now?

”He was right, you know? It never was Evans. I like her, sure, but as a friend”

”What? Then why were you running after her like a lost puppy all those years?”

”Remember when we first met?”

”Of course, I do, James. I hated you.” He chuckled at that.

”I thought you were a stuck-up rich girl but you proved me wrong, (Y/N). I had this big crush on you in our first year”

I looked at him as if he had three heads. What was he talking about? I put my hand on his forehead to check if he wasn’t sick. He rolled his eyes at me.

”I told Sirius about that. He was my best friend so I thought that he would give me some advice. What I didn’t anticipate though was that he would be overprotective of his sister. He screamed at me almost all night, he said that if I ever try to fancy you again he will personally beat the living shit out of me. I get him, you know? You are his precious little sister…”

”He’s only two minutes and three seconds older”

”…and he wants to protect you from all the bad guys out there even if his best friend is one of them. So I tried to never talk about that again. But Sirius knew. In our third year, he came up with a rule which he then proudly told us about. We are friends and friends don’t fancy each other's siblings. If we ever dare to break the rule, that means we were never friends in the first place. I was scared, you know? I didn’t want to lose both of you so I told him later that he has nothing to worry about because I don’t fancy you anymore, that there is another girl I have my eyes on. He asked me who it was and I panicked. Lily Evans was the first one to come to my mind because you two were always together. So as not to lose my best friend I tried to persuade him that I love Lily Evans”

”You were quite good at that”

”Shut up, Black, I’m not finished. Then you mentioned the conversation with my father and told me to look for someone who deserves me. Love, the problem is I never felt good enough for you but your words made me think. If not now then when? Am I supposed to watch you fall in love with some idiot? Am I supposed to stand in the crowd at your wedding even though I want to be the one waiting at the altar for you? Am I supposed to let the girl of my dreams slip through my fingers because I’m too scared of what my best friend will say about this? You said a lot of nice things about me that night so let me return the favor. You are incredibly smart and witty, (Y/N) Black. I love it when you get so preoccupied with your book that you’re not really paying attention to the world around you. You bite your lip a lot when you’re focused on the books you like. I adore the way you always come up with a sarcastic comment about everything stupid we say. I like to watch you cheer for me and your brother at quidditch matches. I love the way you care for your friends and family, even when some of them obviously don’t deserve that. You are stunning, (Y/N) Black, in and out and I am madly in love with you”

”Remember that one class last year when we were making amortentia? You asked me what I smelled and I didn’t want to tell you”

”I remember”

”That’s because I smelled you and it scared the living shit out of me”

”You smelled me?” James was surprised but he had a small smile on his face.

”Yes” I looked down because I knew I just blushed like crazy and was a little embarrassed about that ”Later on there was this big party after you guys crushed Slytherins at quidditch and Marlene suggested spin the bottle game”

”I really wished that damn bottle would point at me. I might have used a spell to be sure actually”

”You what?”

”That kiss was totally worth it. I still think about it”

”You used magic to kiss me? You’re a fool, James Potter” I laughed a little but couldn’t help myself and grinned happily. ”You didn’t have to do that”

”And why is that?” James smiled at me and let go of my hand. He cupped my cheek instead and waited patiently for my answer. That little bastard. I stared at his lips for longer than I would like to admit it. But, Merlin, how much I wanted to taste those soft lips again, to hear him moan in my mouth.

”Because,” I said getting closer to him. He still looked me in the eyes, our lips brushed when I said the next part ”I am madly in love with you too, James Potter”

He didn’t wait for another second. He pushed his lips against mine and kissed me hard. I put my arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to me. One of his hands wandered behind my back and under my shirt while the other tangled itself in my hair. I bit his lower lip again hoping that I would get the reaction I wanted.

And I did.

He moaned into my lips and put his tongue in my mouth. I remember that at one point we knocked a broom over but we didn’t care much about that.

I felt happy, over the moon happy. James made me feel all of the emotions at once: excitement, love, happiness. I felt as if I was made just for him and he for me. When our lips met it was like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, as cheesy as it sounds. But James Potter made me into one of those giggly girls who wouldn’t shut up about their boyfriends. And the worst part is, I didn’t mind.

When we finally broke apart to get some air, James was grinning like crazy and still holding me close to him. I wondered if he could feel the way my heart was beating so fast.

In that small broom closet, I felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world.

James suddenly became very serious and there was a wrinkle on his forehead as if he was worried about something. He hid his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.

”James?”

”Merlin, how am I going to tell that to Padfoot”

”That’s something we should worry about tomorrow”

”Can you kiss it better?”

”You’re not hurt?”

”But I will be tomorrow”

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notglutenfresh · 8 months ago

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Jegulily, that starts with Regulily, is so amazing.

Like I can imagine, Regulus started to pursue Lily after Sirius ran away because he thought that James stole Sirius from him on purpose. So he thought that the best way to get revenge was to steal the love of James' life from him.

Lily was so confused by this. Like the heir of the Black family is pursuing her, a muggleborn, seemingly from his own freewill. She couldn't help but be intrigued, so she allowed him to chase her. Admittedly, she had no quarrels directly with him in the first place, so she had no problem with being nice to him from the start because that's how she normally is. It's only when people (James) don't respect her boundaries that she starts to get angsty with them.

However, the most confused is James. He's literally watching his best friends brother steal Lily right in front of him. Without any shame whatsoever, despite the fact that Lily was a muggleborn. Now, James would be the first to admit that Regulus was very fucking attractive, but he had rarely ever gotten butterflies because of him. But when Regulus smirked at him, right after flirting with Lily, James had to admit that he found it really fucking attractive. Looking at Lily afterwards made his butterflies even worse because the cutest blush covered her face. Honestly his face was probably just as red.

When he had started this whole revenge plan, he had never anticipated to actually fall for Lily, but everything fell into place. How couldn't he fall in love with someone as angelic as Lily? From the moment he realised he had actually fallen for Lily, he knew he had to ask her out. Unlike before, he was nervous. He didn't want to be rejected, so it took him roughly two weeks for him to actually work up the courage. It was a Thursday night, and he had found her studying in the library. The slight bags under her eyes contrasted the bright green hue of them. He was mesmerised by her entirely. Without really thinking about it, he had strolled up to her and asked her to go to Hogsmead with him that weekend.

Lily wasn't expecting this at all. She didn't think that his games would actually get this far. She found it cruel at first, making her fall for him just to get back at Potter. Then she saw the earnestness dancing in Regulus' eyes, and how could she say no. He was her equal in every single way imaginable, and she knew that he knew that too.

It had been a while since James actually asked Lily out, partially because he saw how she looked at Regulus and partially because of how he looked at Regulus. Don't get James wrong if he was given the chance he would marry Lily on the spot. But that dream seemingly came to a crashing halt as he saw Regulus and Lily holding hands while walking around Hogsmead with the occasional shy glance passed between the two as Regulus bought Lily literally anything she looked at for more than 2 seconds. His heart had simultaneously stopped and seemingly speed up at the same time. Apparently, James had a thing for his two crushes dating each other despite the heartbreak it also brought him. After his discovery of the two's relationship, he couldn't help but bawk every time he saw them together.

Regulus was not dumb by any means, and neither was Lily. They both knew that James couldn't help but stare at them when they were together (and even when they were alone). Less intelligent people may have thought that James was acting like that because Lily had been stolen from him. But Regulus and Lily are nothing if not smart. They knew that James fancied both of them. And both of them had to begrudgingly admit that they kind of fancied James too.

Ever since the beginning of this, James has been on his best behaviour. He'd been genuinely complimenting Lily without expecting anything in return. He had been secretly ambushing Regulus in the astronomy tower, talking about how much of Regulus' self-hatred was undeserved. Regulus and Lily found it sickening, especially when it actually worked to make them fall for him. Both had been very open with each other when they had started developing actual feelings for James. After a little sobbing session over their stupidity, they came to the conclusion to corner James and ask him to join their relationship.

It was the last thing James expected after Quidditch practice on a Wednesday morning. But that didn't stop him from saying yes almost immediately. I mean, can you blame him? It's the two loves of his live, how could he say anything but no. That's how the three actually became the throuple that the whole school talked about. The muggleborn, the heir to the house of Black, and the bloodtraitor. A truly unstoppable trio and surprisingly disgusting in their public displays of affection, no doubt due to James' doing.

#jegulily #jegulus #jily #regulily #regulus black #marauders #marauders headcanon #james potter #lily evans #marauders era #throuple

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 year ago

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The Plan

Short and fluffy Wolfstar proposal! AU- No Voldemort!

He was going to be sick.

Alright, that was a little dramatic.

Nope, he was going to be sick.

He shouldn’t have told anyone, shouldn’t have asked for James’s help with the ring, shouldn’t have blabbered on to Pete and Lily and Marlene and Regulus and Merlin-knew-who-else he’d nervously talked to about his plans.

Because he’d wanted it to be perfect. It had to be perfect. Remus was perfect, after all, so he deserved something just as amazing as he was.

But now everyone knew, so he couldn’t chicken out. Everyone knew his plans for the evening and they were all waiting to hear how it went.

Not that anyone believed it wouldn’t go well. Anyone but Sirius, who had the horrible, sinking feeling that he would mess it all up somehow.

But he pushed himself to continue. He could do this.

The restaurant was immaculate, the food divine, the waiter attentive and kind. They’d talked and laughed and bickered as only they could and Sirius almost forgot about the unnaturally heavy box in his pocket.

He knew that he had to be the one to do this. It wasn’t that Remus didn’t want to get married. They’d talked about it, hypothetically, and Sirius had seen the longing in his boyfriend’s eyes. It was that, even after years together-even longer pining for each other-and Sirius assuring him daily that he wanted nothing more than to be with Remus, that there was nothing more important than Remus, he knew the taller man would never overcome his self-doubt enough to get down on one knee. He knew that and accepted it and loved him for it.

But he also fucking hated him for it because now he was fighting his entire body not to throw up his very expensive meal as they strolled through Hogsmeade. He was not the most self-assured, either, when it came right down to it. Sure, he put on a confident mask and he gave less than zero fucks about what strangers thought, but a childhood with Walburga was enough to make him worry far too much about what those closest to him thought. He had literal nightmares about losing his loved ones, about them leaving him and never coming back.

He had his plan memorized, though, after going over it a million times with a very excited James, who had already 'called' Best Man, so he guided Remus up the path, toward the Shrieking Shack.

“I don’t want to go that way, Pads,” Remus protested, just as Sirius knew he would.

“Just for a minute,” Sirius whispered, pulling his reluctant boyfriend along, throwing him a pleading look that he knew would make him fold.

“Dunno why you want to go this way…” the taller man muttered. “Don’t want to be reminded of this.”

It was true, it wasn’t the best thing to remind Remus of, and was surely a risky place to do anything such as this. But he had a plan.

When they arrived at the crest of a hill, Sirius stopped, allowing Remus to take in the view of the old, broken-down Shack from afar. After a moment, Remus asked, “Can we go now? I-”

But then he turned around towards Sirius, who was on one knee.

“What the fuck, Sirius?” Remus asked, looking a mixture of shocked, angry, and hopeful. He also looked ready to bolt.

“I know this is a weird place. I know, just- just let me explain,” Sirius said hurriedly, wanting to stop Remus from yelling or running off or even saying no.

Remus nodded mutely, a hand covering his mouth.

“I…I knew, when I proposed, you would come up with some bullshit about you being a werewolf, and how we shouldn’t get married because of that. And how I was being stupid and ignoring the– I dunno, the danger, or whatever ridiculous word you’ll think of. So I thought about it, and I was like, well, then fuck that. I’ll propose in front of the damn Shack. Because then you can’t accuse me of ignoring anything. It’s right there,” he gestured to the Shack, “I see that part of you, I’m not ignoring it. I love that part of you just as much as the rest of you. I want all of it. All of you.”

Remus still stared down at him, but there were tears forming now. Sirius sincerely hoped they were good tears because he was really baring his heart, now, and his legs were starting to cramp.

“I…I really just need you to get over yourself and accept the fact that I’m going to love you for the rest of my fucking life, Moony,” Sirius shrugged. “You really can't do anything about it. I’ve never been so sure about something as I am of that. And I…I’m really hoping that maybe, you’d be willing to love me for the rest of our lives, too? Because I...really, that's all I want. And…erm… for you to marry me?”

Yes, those were definitely tears falling from Remus’s eyes now. He looked almost delirious. “Are you…are you actually serious?” he whispered reverently, removing his hand from his mouth to reveal a grin. And he must have been half-mad with emotion because he knew better than to say that phrase.

But his grin gave Sirius all the confidence he needed. He stood up and grabbed Remus’s hand, beaming. “Yeah, Moons, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”

Remus let out a choked mixture of a laugh and a sob. “You- fucking- ridiculous- prat!” he sniffed through his happy tears, allowing Sirius to slide the ring on his finger.

Hope you liked it! I would love if you left comments and kudos here!

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