#but it's not during the Marauders Era

[clutzieclown]

NO LONGER YOU

⋆˙⟡ — word count : you'll never know, just like me, because I didn't check 😌

Part ii | pov ; 🐾 + 🧪 + 🐺

ship pairing : Wolfstar

Aka: two sleep-deprived teens are the ones telling the story via voice interview, and they suck at it. Like really bad

🐾/🐺 (Wolfstar view)

"He's here," Remus sighed, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned toward the grimy window. Sirius, lounging awkwardly in a threadbare armchair, immediately tensed. Fuuuuuhhhh-

"Speak of the devil," he muttered, a sneer forming on his lips. "What does Snivellus want this time?" Remus didn’t answer; instead, he moved toward the door, bracing himself for what he knew would be an uncomfortable encounter.

The knock was sharp and persistent. As he opened the door, Severus Snape stood there, his dark robes fluttering slightly in the breeze. His expression remained as unreadable as ever.

“Lupin,” Snape acknowledged with a flat tone, glancing past Remus to meet Sirius's gaze. “Black.”

“Snape,” Sirius shot back, rising from the chair. There was no hiding the hostility in his voice. “To what do we owe this… pleasure?”

Snape's lip curled into a disdainful smile. “I’ve brought the Wolfsbane, as you requested.” He extended a small vial containing the potion. Remus accepted it with a grateful nod. “Thank you, Severus.”

“Don’t mention it,” Snape replied, his eyes shifting back to Sirius. Sirius scrunched up his nose before rolling his eyes.

"I bet you'd love to be doing something else right now, huh, Snape?" Sirius smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Like maybe that same little magic trick I heard rumors of during our school days."

Remus tensed, immediately understanding the reference. "Sirius-" Snape's face darkened. "You haven't changed a bit, have you, Black? Still the same arrogant, reckless-"

"Prat?" Sirius supplied helpfully, a fake fuckery smile on his face. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Aren't I amazing?"

"Fool," Snape hissed. "You're putting everyone at risk with your mere presence lingering around Hogwarts,"

"Oh, I'm putting everyone at risk?" Sirius cut him off, his voice rising. "What about you, Snape - hiding in the shadows, playing your little games? Who are you protecting, exactly, huh? It can't possibly be Harry-"

"That's none of your concern," Snape snapped.

"Sod off, that's my godson!" Sirius roared, stepping closer to Snape. "Tell me what the bloody hell you've contributed other than making his life more difficult than it already is, Snape. Spy my ass! Dumbledore shouldn't trust you!"

The Potions Master scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze filled with a pitying disdain for Sirius as if he were merely an irrational patient from a mental ward. At that moment, Sirius found himself loathing that look more than anything else; it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"You're just doing this because you want a reason to be seen as good. Looking after Harry even though you've done close to fucking nothing to help him-"

"And how do you know that?" Snape retorted with a sneer. "You were locked away in Azkaban. How could you possibly know if I was ‘taking care of him’? Which, by the way, I never agreed to do."

Sirius groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. "You must think that because I was absent, suddenly I have no way of connecting with my godson. To hell with you, Snape, you prick. You're one of the reasons he has to live like this anyway."

Silence.

Snape's eye twitched, and just as he was about to slip his wand out, Remus finally stepped in. "Enough!" The werewolf interjected, his voice surprisingly sharp.

It even managed to catch Snape off guard, a feat in itself for someone usually so composed. Remus stepped in between the two men like a protective mother hen, his brows knitted in concern. "Both of you cut it out. You can't keep flying into arguments every time you see each other. Honestly, you're like a couple of alley cats..."

Sirius shot a fierce look at Snape, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Alright," he retorted sharply. "I've already shared all the truth I needed to."

Snape shot a disdainful glance over his shoulder, a mocking sneer curling on his lips. "Oh, of course you did, Black." With that, he pivoted gracefully, his dark robes billowing around him like a spectral shroud, leaving a trail of palpable tension in the air as he stalked away into the shadows. (Dramatic ahh)

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Remus turned to Sirius, his expression a mixture of exasperation and disappointment. "Sirius, really? What was that about?"

"He provokes me, Remus!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "He always has!"

"First of all, no, he didn't!" Remus huffed, running a hand down his face in frustration. "You kicked this off this time, and let's be honest, you always take the bait when he says something outrageous. Honestly, you both are just acting like kids."

Sirius looked away, shame creeping into his eyes. He knew Remus was right....but ooohhh, his beautiful ego! "Okay, okay, smartass," he mumbled.

"You need to apologize," Remus said firmly.

Sirius groaned. "Apologize? To him? The greasy bat?"

"Yes, to him," Remus insisted. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable, especially now when we need to actually try to get along with him."

"I haven't done anything," Sirius retorted, flopping down onto the couch with a clean thump! Remus gave his friend a warning glare, his fingers clenching around the glass vial Snape had given him.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then he let out a long sigh. "Fine," he conceded. "Fine. I'll… I'll get him something."

Remus raised an eyebrow, taken aback that the glare had actually worked, but he found himself even more puzzled by Sirius's next comment. "Get him something?" Sometimes he forgot that Sirius had been taught to express his apologies through lavish gifts.

Suddenly, the idea of him trying to apologize to Snape didn't sit right with Remus. There was no way Snape would accept any kind of present, and that would only escalate the situation to a whole new level.

Sirius did not have the same brain Remus did. "Yeah, something," he echoed, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Something elegantly persuasive and as stuck up as he is."

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Later, Sirius returned, laden with an absurd amount of food – enough for a small army – and a bouquet of red roses that looked ridiculously out of place in his hands. He sheepishly presented them to Remus.

This brought back awkward memories of their first Yule Ball dance.

-

Sirius finally mustered the courage to ask Marlene out, but he felt completely lost without Remus by his side, quietly rooting for him from his spot next to Charity. As the ball came to an end, Sirius arrived with a stunning bouquet of red roses, presenting them to Remus with a charming bow and a playful wink.

-

"For you," he mumbled, avoiding Remus's gaze. "And...for him. If he wants any of it, that is." Did Snape like sweet stuff? He seemed like the kind of bloke to only enjoy bitter things, but if those sweets managed to piss him off, it would still be a win.

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're incorrigible, Sirius," but he took the food and the flowers, a smile playing on his lips. He knew Sirius's heart was in the right place, even if his methods were…unconventional.

"Am I gonna get a kiss or what-"

"Get your ass into that fireplace before I stick my foot up it, fancy style."

...

"So no kiss?"

...

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The fire in the hearth of Snape’s office crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows across the stacks of parchment covering his desk. He sat hunched over them, a quill scratching furiously across the page, his expression as sour as ever. He was so engrossed in his work that he almost didn't notice the flames in the floo turn emerald green.

Sirius Black stepped out, slightly soot-covered and looking distinctly awkward. He clutched a wicker basket in one hand and a smaller, less flamboyant bouquet of roses in the other. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Snape looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Black. What do you want?"

Wow, five seconds in, and Sirius already has that irrational alpha male urge to punt the fucker. Breathe, king, breathe. Don't let the grease of the world get to your groove.

"Uh," Sirius began, shuffling his feet slightly. "I, uh...brought you something." He held out the basket. "A peace offering, of sorts? I dunno, I was forced to do this."

Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow. It was a bomb. There was no way that what was in the basket wasn't a bomb made out of glitter and rainbows and strawberry artificial scent (totally not speaking from experience). "A peace offering? From you?...do I owe you money, or something-"

"No, seriously," Sirius said, wincing at his choice of words. "Remus… he told me I should apologize for, well, you know—what happened the other day, which was actually just two hours ago. I would have come sooner, but I was already on my way for something else entirely." He paused. "I was coming-"

"I don't want to know about your private moments with Lupin. You...freaks." Snape's gaze flickered to the basket. He could smell the unmistakable aroma of Honeyduke confections wafting from within. He remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Sirius shifted uncomfortably. "It's… well, it's Honeydukes. A bit of everything. And…" He held out the smaller bouquet of roses. "These are for you too. Not as…showy as the ones I got Remus, because, let's be real, you can't amount to that man."

"I don't give a fuck?"

That was what Snape wanted to say.

Wait, what was stopping him?

"I don't give a fuck," Snape muttered as he finally took the basket, his fingers brushing against Sirius's. A bath with Lysol would do quite well later on - posh people's skin didn't suit his perfectly sallow flesh. Turn the tables.

He placed the basket on his desk, his eyes still fixed on Sirius. "Why the roses?"

"Just… a gesture," Sirius mumbled, feeling his ears burn. "A peace gesture. I mean, you brought Remus the Wolfsbane, so… it's only fair."

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He wanted to be with his thick, juicy, yummy omega. Life wasn't fair because if he went home he'd be kicked back out again, disowned dare I say. The streets were a cold place, the ghetto even colder. - Jayne

It was literally just the couch. - Clutz

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Woah the feedback here is wild, haha...moving on.

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Snape kept a sharp eye on him, making Sirius feel as though he was under an intense spotlight. "You're oddly remorseful, Black," he said, his tone dripping with skepticism. "What’s the twist?"

"No catch," Sirius said quickly. "Just… trying to be better. Remus is right. We need to… to work together.(GAG). If we're going to… you know… protect Harry."

Younger Sirius would be writing what to put on his gravestone or, even better, throwing stones at him because of the bullshit he was spewing. As if the Sirius Black would ever admit such a thing! And for a man - well that was just - just...

...

Ahem.

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The mere mention of Harry's name appeared to ease Snape's expression just a bit. He looked down at the basket of sweets once more, and for a fleeting moment, something resembling amusement flickered across his face.

"All right, Black," he finally replied. "I’ll take your… peace offering." He reached for a Chocolate Frog from the basket and unwrapped it with a slight smirk. "But I can’t guarantee I’ll behave any better in the future."

Sirius grinned, relief washing over him. Wait, what? I mean...he totally had that under control. He's the ultimate bad boy with irresistible charm. "Deal. Just… try not to hex me next time, okay? I saw you getting your wand ready before Remus stepped in, and I think you might've let a little bit out because my back hurts."

Snape let his smile fade. Yeowch, it's chilly in here... "I'll think about it." He popped the Chocolate Frog into his mouth. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I’ve got papers to grade."

Sirius nodded. "Right. Well, I'll… I'll see you around, then." He turned to step back into the floo.

"Black," Snape called after him.

Sirius turned back.

"Don't think this changes anything," Snape said, his voice returning to its usual drawl. "We are not friends."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Snivellus," Sirius replied with a wink before stepping into the green flames and disappearing with a whoosh.

Snape sighed. Why the hell did he accept sweets from the prat? Shit. At least they were good...

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Do we have any mooncakes? No? Man...Oh yeah, uh, thanks for sticking until the end!

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voice note ~ ENDED.

(ts took hours to make 💔) (I got more delirious by the end because I was sleepy 😩)

[fiasco95]

Regulus on his way home from visiting James, his brother and friends in uni for the weekend.

James, drunk and full on sobbing: I miss my boyfriend! Come back!

James, holding his iPad with Regulus’ mid-laugh picture showing: Bring back my husband(boyfriend) from war (college) It’s been 5 years(5 hours) since I’ve seen him!!!

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Marlene: Godric, somebody do something about him!!!

Dorcas: Let me call Reg-

Lily: It’s literally 3AM?! Let him sleep! Just because his boyfriend is a clingy and dramatic mess-

Sirius: I’m going commit tonight, murder or su!c!de- I’m debating.

Remus: Sirius-

James, crying louder than before because he heard all of them: I WANT MY BOYFRIEND!!

Peter: Me too.

James:

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Peter, shrugging: What?

Dorcas did end up calling Reg in the middle of the night and put him on FT with James to get him to shut up so they can all go to sleep in peace.

[ultravioletbrit]

“insane” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 252 words

Regulus is leaning on the railing of the Astronomy Tower waiting for James.

“Hi, love.” He hears James say. He turns around but no one’s there.

“James, come out.” Regulus tells him, assuming he’s under the cloak.

“Psst.” Regulus hears behind him and he turns back to the railing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Regulus asks with wide eyes.

There, on the other side of the railing, is his boyfriend hanging upside down from his broom, only holding on by his ankles and smiling like an idiot.

“Kiss.” Is the only thing James says.

“Kiss? Are you insane?! Get in here!”

“Kiss first.” James tells him and flies right in front of Regulus, still hanging upside down.

Regulus rolls his eyes but puts his hands on James’ cheeks and pushes up on his toes to kiss him.

“Now get in here.” Regulus says again.

James flips right side up then flies into the tower and hops off his broom.

“What were you doing?” Regulus walks over to James.

“It’s called a spider kiss.” James tells him as he wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist.

“A spider kiss?” Regulus raises an eyebrow.  

“Yeah, or something like that. I saw it in one of Remus’ comic thingies and wanted to try it.” James smiles and Regulus rolls his eyes again.

“Can I at least get a regular kiss now?” Regulus asks and James leans in to kiss him. When they break apart Regulus tells him, “I’m taking those comic thingies away from him before you break your neck.”   

[maxdibert]

Severus Snape is literally the most important character of the entire Marauders' generation because the fate of all of them depends on him, and because, basically, they only exist, aside from giving Harry some parents and friends, to complete Snape's backstory. Without Snape, we wouldn’t even know what those people’s school years were like because it wouldn’t matter. It's to explain why Snape has issues, why he has that personality, why he switches sides, or why he helps Harry while simultaneously hating him that we get flashbacks and learn things about them. So, guys, you should show him a bit more respect because if you have a fandom, it's basically thanks to that character you constantly leave out of your fics filled with people with colored hair and 70s wizards behaving as if they went to school during the golden era of Gen Z.

[atlasdoe]

things that Remus Lupin didn't do:

Care about music

Smoke

Drink heavily

Call Sirius stupid or talk down to him

Physically fight anyone in his human form

Threaten anyone in his human form

Hold a grudge

Befriend a Death Eater

[myboybreakscoffins]

Two Tickets Far From Here 

maniac (february 9) @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — mentions of child abuse, side effects of the cruciatus curse, hurt/confort, regulus's pov  — word count: 770

"Two tickets to..." Sirius paused, glancing nervously at the route chart before looking at the half-asleep girl behind the glass. "Actually, I have no idea. We need to get to Godric's Hollow—what train should we take?"

“Is that in the West Country?” the girl asked, barely stifling a yawn.

“I... guess so?”

Regulus stood in stunned silence, watching his brother make a fool of himself without an ounce of shame. Even worse, he was starting to doubt his own sanity.

Sirius was a total maniac—Regulus had known that for a long time. But maybe he had underestimated the reach of his own bloodline, because surely, he had to be losing his mind too. How else could he explain the fact that they had just sprinted through London in the dead of night, covered in half-healed wounds, with nothing but the clothes they were wearing, heading toward a destination they didn’t even know how to reach?

It was a well-known fact that prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse could cause lasting damage to the mind. So, yes, that had to be it. Brain damage. Because there was absolutely no way Regulus Black would ever willingly engage in something this reckless, foolish, and downright suicidal.

"Look, Reggie." Sirius limped toward him, holding up two tickets between his fingers. He was clearly in pain, his exhaustion evident in the way he moved. "She said there's a train leaving in a few minutes that we can take..."

"And then what?"

"Then we board another train to—"

“No.” Regulus cut him off. “I mean... the potions will stop working in less than an hour. We won’t even be able to move.” It was only a matter of time before the pain overtook them again. The fact that Regulus had even managed to scrounge up a few potions back at Grimmauld Place was a miracle—just enough to momentarily dull the pain, poorly patch up Sirius’s broken body, and, against all odds, get them out of there alive. “Neither of us will be in any condition to drag the other one along.”

"James will come pick us up," Sirius assured him, lowering himself onto the bench beside his younger brother.

“But how will he know where to find us?” Regulus asked, confused. Potter had no idea where they were. If he did, he would’ve already been here, dragging Sirius off to safety.

With a mischievous grin, Sirius pulled a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Regulus. “We’ll tell him,” he said simply. “As soon as he wakes up, we’ll use this to let him know where we are, and he’ll come get us.”

Regulus stared at his own dumbfounded expression reflected in the mirror. His brother had lost his last remaining brain cell. They were about to board a train to Merlin-knows-where, half their bones still broken, unable to use magic without alerting their parents to their location, and this—this—was his brother’s grand plan?

Sirius burst out laughing. It was obvious he was in pain, but not enough to stop him from being entertained by whatever expression was on Regulus’s face.

Regulus felt a cold sweat break out across his skin. Doubt clawed at the edges of his mind. Maybe this had been a mistake. “Maybe we shouldn’t have—”

Sirius’s laughter died in an instant. He grabbed Regulus by the shoulders and turned him to face him. The sudden movement sent sharp pain tearing through both their bodies, but neither of them flinched.

“Don’t,” Sirius said, voice deadly serious. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

For a second, Regulus swore he was looking at a reflection of himself. His throat tightened. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by the terror, the uncertainty, the adrenaline still surging through his veins.

“We did what we had to do,” Sirius continued. “If we’d stayed, one of us would’ve bled out on the carpet sooner or later. And you know it.”

Regulus swallowed hard. Sirius’s fingers brushed gently against his cheek, a silent reassurance. They both knew they were on the verge of breaking down. They had survived their home once again, but they weren’t far enough. Not yet. Not safe.

“We’ll figure this out together, Reggie,” Sirius whispered. “I promise.”

And somehow, despite the fear, despite the doubt, Regulus believed him.

Sirius exhaled heavily and stood, heading toward the platform. “C'mon, the train’s already here.”

Regulus didn’t move. “Sirius?”

“What, baby brother?” Sirius called back.

“That train is going in the opposite direction.”

Sirius paused, then shrugged. “Fuck it. That sounds like a Prongs problem. We just need a private car to sleep in.”

[uhhlifeig]

First Love - Jan. 1st - word count: 300 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus sighed, propping his legs up on his desk in his office. Teaching Defense was a wonderful job, but he was always tired after every class.

He closed his eyes, hoping to catch a nap during his free period, but the moment he did, he saw him.

Sirius Orion Black.

Sirius didn’t appear as how he did in his mugshot; he appeared as how Remus remembered him from all those years ago, young and beautiful and happy.

“Hey,” fake Sirius said, smiling. “How are you, Moony?”

“You know how it is,” Remus muttered. “After all, you go through the days with me.”

“Yeah, well,” Sirius said, sitting down on Remus’s desk. “How’re you holding up, Moons?”

“I- not well, to be honest. Real you has escaped, and I dunno what to think anymore, Pads,” Remus sighed. “I want to believe that real you is innocent, but he’s a killer, for Merlin’s sake. I just want to be held again, Pads,” he sniffled. 

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius sighed, reaching out, as if to touch Remus. He pulled his hand away at the last second. “I’m sorry. It’ll get better.”

“Will it, though?” Remus cried. “Sirius, you were my first- and only- love. I think I still love you, but-” he cut off, hiccuping. “How can I do that when you killed Prongs and Lily and Wormtail?”

“It’s alright, Remus,” Sirius soothed. “You’ll work it out. I promise. Even if you don’t, I’ll always be here for you.”

“But I don’t want this version of you!” Remus sobbed. “I want the real you, but he’s never coming back to me because he’s evil! It’s been twelve years, Pads, but I still love him. Why?”

“Remus,” Sirius said sadly, getting up. “I can’t help you. I’m only your imagination, after all.”

And he vanished.

[florsial]

Regulus cries more often than not. It's something he's picked up on during the war. When he felt like there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel, when he felt as if he couldn't differentiate between the nightmares to reality. He doesn't sleep because of it, he just spends his nights crying. Walburga told him he sounded like a wailing baby. She doesn't look at him.

But James notices he cries more after the cave. Mornings, afternoons, nights. He can hear it from his room. When he eats breakfast. When he slips under the blankets. During meetings. It rings in his ears. In Sirius' too, he can tell.

They don't do anything about it in the beginning. James didn't want to be overbearing, so he just let Regulus be, let him cry it all out. But it seemed as if there wasn't a bottom in the endless pit. Regulus just kept crying. Crying. And when he isn't, he just stares off. It isn't much better than the wailing.

One day, it gets too much. When he hears Regulus crying, he walks into the younger's room and starts to cry as well when he sees Regulus doing nothing but just sitting at the end of his bed. His face was in his hands and crying, wailing, again and again.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry..." James says repeatedly. He doesn't know how, but he finds himself kneeling in front of Regulus, his face buried in the younger's knees. They are both crying. He's apologizing and Regulus is wailing without words.

It's almost comforting. The two of them acting like a complete mess together. Sobbing in each other presence. Holding onto each other for dear life because they don't know when it will slip from their grasp during the war. It's so comforting that James doesn't realize when they've stopped crying until his weak and broken repeating of, "I'm sorry" is finally stopped by Regulus carding his fingers into his curly and whispering, "I'm sorry too."

They both feel lighter after that.

[enbysiriusblack]

"Come on, Remus!"

"I hurt you."

James frowned at the large duvet lump on Remus' bed, "It doesn't matter."

The lump shook slightly, "Of course it matters, look at your face."

James glanced in the mirror across the room, "Dashingly handsome, I know."

"Not what I meant."

James stayed silent a momemt before sitting down gently at the end of the bed, "Have you ever done that before? Scarred someone?"

"Other than myself? No."

"I have."

The top of Remus' head peaked out from under the duvet, curiously staring at James.

"You've seen my dad", James shrugged, "That scar on his cheek? I did that. And there's a few more scattered on his body."

"How?"

James lifted his hand to his hair, pulling on a few strands, "I uh- I was a very unruly kid."

Remus snorted, "Course you were."

James grinned at him, "Yeah. I'd never just settle down, always had to be whizzing about. And my dad had to try keeping up with me- but y'know they're old, and I'd cause mum and dad a lot of pain trying to catch up. And one day, I was about six or seven, my dad was playing quidditch with me. And he was the keeper, so I was trying to get the quaffle pass him. And I got a bit too into the game. I saw an opening so I threw it, and I thought he was about to catch it, but I had put a bit more force behimd the throw and it came barrelling right into his face. He fell off his broom and passed out for about ten minutes, his right cheek was split right open, from the ear to the corner of his mouth. I didn't play quidditch again for years."

Remus stared at him, "But you did start playing again."

"Yeah", he nodded, "Dad was so upset I stopped because of it, but I just couldn't play afterwards. But then Marlene moved next door and Dad suggested I ask her round to play quidditch with me. Obviously I refused but then he said that the scar didn't matter. I may be the cause of it, but to him it's a lasting memory of a fun experience he had with his son, and between getting to play quidditch with me but having a scar or never having played quidditch with me but not getting a scar- he'd always choose spending time with me. And y'know I'd rather have this scar than not be with you on full moons."

"You realise that's a totally different situation, right? Like 80% of people get injured playing quidditch."

James laughed, "Well, yeah. But a scar is a scar, Moony."

"I ruined your face."

"Merlin, you think my face is ruined do you?"

"That's not what I meant!"

James grinned, "I think I'm rogueishly handsome and mysterious now, like you."

"You're much better looking, James."

"Oh, you big flirt! What should I say to people when they ask how I got it? Maybe I visited your pet rabbit and got the same treatment from the little rascal?"

Remus smiled, "Maybe just say a prank went wrong."

[bellwood-qudditch]

Hogwarts graduation ceremony

1.Procession into the Great Hall, in alphabetical order

(Students wear a black graduation gown with a sash the colour of their house. Additionally if they are prefects they wear a small rope in the secondary colour of their house (e.g. Gryffindor is gold, Ravenclaw is bronze, Hufflepuff is black & Slytherin is silver). The HeadBoy and HeadGirl wear a purple rope around their neck. And qudditch captains (if any), display their houses primary colour in a rope.

2.The Headmaster opens the ceremony with an offical adress to students and guests.

3.The Hogwarts frog choir performs

4.Any awards are presented (I have a list I’ll do in a seperate post if anyone’s interested)

5.The actual graduation part where their name gets called and they walk across the stage and collect their certificate

6.A charm is performed for streamers to come out of students wands to commence the end of the ceremony after the deputy headmaster gives a brief speech of congratulations.

7.A small morning tea so parents and students can take photos, etc.

8.The students then cross the Black Lake in boats like they did in their first year.

[mikalilys]

I’m so obsessed with streamer/twitch au marauders fics like why aren’t there more?? They’re so good

With fame AUs in general I love all the interviews and stuff

Anyways anyone have any recs??

[antsrust]

Diver! Marlene Mckinnon <3

Another addition to the Olympics AU I have in my head. Marlene is a diver for the Australian diving team.

[padfoot-lupin77]

What if I write a Reg-runs-away-with-Sirius-a-few-months-later (right before he’s set to get the dark mark) au that isn’t centered around Jegulus but focuses on the Black Brothers learning to live outside their parents’ control and helping each other heal?

[ultravioletbrit]

“taste” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 688 words

“holiday movies” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 9 - @noblehouseofgay

“I’m not saying they’re cinematic master pieces, I’m saying they can be annoyingly captivating.” James flops down on the couch.

“I think what you’re saying is that you have terrible taste in holiday movies.” Regulus sits down beside him.  

“It’s not like I purposefully watch them.” Regulus gives James a skeptical look. “Oh, come on. You’ve never been flicking through channels and stayed on one of those movies just a little too long?” James holds his hand up indicating ‘a little’ with his thumb and forefinger.   

“No…” Regulus bats his hand away but he’s also avoiding eye contact.

“See!” James calls him out. “There’s something about them that draws you in, just for a minute.”

“Maybe I stay on the channel just to see how ridiculous it is?” Regulus poorly defends himself.

“Sure…”  

“They’re always so over-the-top predictable.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “The jaded guy that hates Christmas happens to be the only one that can ‘save Christmas’. Spoiler alert, he saves Christmas.” Regulus mocks.    

James chuckles. “Or the over-worked city girl who comes back to her hometown and remembers the ‘true meaning of Christmas.’”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, then in a much softer voice he says, “Or the childhood best friends who realize they actually have feelings for each other.”  

James turns to look at Regulus and he’s looking down at his lap, fidgeting with his fingers. “Yeah, that one’s the worst.” He whispers and turns to fully face Regulus. “It’s so unrealistic. How could they not know?”

Regulus hums and he’s so quiet that James wouldn’t hear him if they weren’t sitting so close. “How could they know each other for so long and never see what’s right in front of them?” Regulus keeps looking down for a moment before his lifts his head and makes eye contact with James.  

James smiles softly and holds eye contact for a minute. “And there’s always that moment where they make eye contact, and everything clicks.” James slightly leans towards Regulus.  

Regulus nervously bites his bottom lip for an excruciatingly long moment but never breaks eye contact. “And they think… maybe this is what they’ve been missing all along.” He whispers weakly, hesitantly.   

James’ smile grows just a little but he’s also cautious as he lifts his hand. “Then one of them does something that might be a little too affectionate.” He tucks a curl behind Regulus’s ear and his hand lingers on his cheek. “Just to test the waters, nervous the other character might not feel the same way.” He lets his fingers settle on Regulus’ neck as he brushes his thumb over his cheekbone.  

Regulus leans into his hand and James can see so many different emotions flash in his eyes. He closes them and takes a deep breath and when he opens his eyes, they’re fierce and vulnerable at the same time. “And the moment gets really intense, because you know they feel the same, but they’re also sort of terrified. Because if they cross that line, everything could change.”   

James nods in understanding, but his smile is still growing, and he moves even closer to Regulus. “But what if they realize everything’s supposed to change.” He whispers and it’s barely a breath, a secret just for them. “What if everything starts to make sense and they realize… they realize they’ve actually been in love this whole time… or at least one of them has.”

Regulus’ finally lets his smile grow as he leans closer to James when he whispers. “I think they probably both have.”

James beams and Regulus bites his bottom lip trying to hide his own growing smile. They gaze into each other’s eyes for several moments, letting years of emotions pass between them.  

Eventually, James breathes the smallest chuckle. “Then they stare at each other for a really long time, and you want scream, ‘just kiss already’, because you know it’s going to happen.”  

“But it’s just so cliché.” Regulus rolls his eyes fondly as he leans in.

“Yeah, things like that never happen in real life.” James' lips brush against Regulus’

“Never.” Regulus closes the last sliver of space and finally presses his lips to James’.   

[maxdibert]

Severus Snape and Lily Evans as Chandler Bing and Joey Tribbiani from Friends would be totally like:

Lily: What if you saw a three-legged puppy?

Severus: I’d be sad, sure, but I wouldn’t cry.

Lily: Okay, what if the puppy said, “Help me, Severus, all the other puppies pick on me”?

Severus: Cry? I just found a talking puppy! I’m rich!

[one-awesome-beetle]

listen, I hear your "regulus has white streaks in his hair like narcissa!!" and I offer you: barty has grey streaks in his hair (like his father) because of genetics + stress