#gave him antlers for James :(((
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presque vu (almost seen): the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation
Sirius Black is born.
Sirius Black dies.
Everything in between is the unknown.
—from the fic Presque Vu by @starsworth
#yes the hole in his chest is being opened by a zipper AND YES ITS ON PURPOSE#haunted by a zipper hahahahah#so yeah#this fic is actually everything to me#like FUCK#one day I’ll have enough strength to re read but for now I’m still processing#pv sirius istg#the things I would do for her#insane#also I pretty much made up their tattoo bc sorry but the og ones are ugly af#gave him antlers for James :(((#and regulus in the form of the constellation :(((#and a moon ofc#yeah I’m still at the mf restaurant#ughhhh#sirius fanart#sirius black art#maraudeurs fanart#so#iris tries to art#sirius black#pencil sketch
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so james’ tattoos are obvs the antlers along his v-line, matching with sirius’ flower v-line tats, his gryffindor quidditch jersey number on his bicep, and then constellations across his chest for sirius and reg. regulus has stars tattooed around his moles, on his collarbone, arms, and back, all in slightly different styles, since some have been done by different artists and some have been done by his friends. he also has a sun over his heart with long rays reaching out across his body.
#open to other ppl’s ideas but personally i love this#saw a post like this for wolfstar (last reblog) and wanted to give my hcs for jegulus#i love tattoo headcanons#also if it needed more explanation#james isn’t super attached to his tattoos he got them for jokes (the antlers) and to make sirius and reg feel appreciated (constellations)#like he likes them but he was also fine not having tattoos#for regulus it’s actually therapy#the first tattoo he got was one sirius gave him with his personal tattoo kit#a star drawn around one of the moles and it was something they did as part of their reconciliation and bonding#and from then on reg would get a star tattoo around a mole to remind him of a friend or of a good memory#and a lot of the tattoos would actually be done by his friends barty and evan and pandora and eventually people like andy and cissa#so the quality varies#but the emotion is already real#and then he spent months designing the sun tattoo with james#james would help draw the stencil so not only is it a symbol of james but it’s his actual artwork as well#and everytime reg sees it he’s reminded how much james loves him and the effort and care he’s always happy to give#sorry brb crying#james potter#regulus black#marauders#jegulus
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james potter x cat animagus!reader who he picks up thinking as stray and lets in on a secret
James Potter was the kind of guy who could never ignore a creature in need, so when he found a little brown cat loitering around the Quidditch pitch during practice, his heart melted instantly. "Poor thing," he murmured, crouching down. “You’re probably cold and starving. Don’t worry, mate—I’ve got you.”
Before you could react, you were being scooped up in his strong arms. Not that you minded, really.
James carried you straight to the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, setting you on his bed with all the care of a proud parent. “There you go. Home sweet home.”
You blinked at him, tail twitching in mild amusement.
“Right,” he said, flopping onto the bed beside you. “Let’s establish some ground rules. No scratching the furniture. No biting Sirius—actually, scratch that, feel free to bite Sirius. And no stealing my socks, got it?”
You gave him the look—your signature, unimpressed really, James? glare.
James narrowed his eyes at you. “Weird. You’ve got this very… familiar judgmental vibe. Kind of like—nah. I’m imagining it.” He grinned. “Anyway, since you’re new here and seem chill, I’ll let you in on a secret.”
You tilted your head, heart thumping nervously.
James puffed out his chest dramatically. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”
You twitched your ears.
“She’s amazing. Funny, smart, gorgeous.” He laughed, leaning back on the bed. “But Merlin, she’s terrifying sometimes. But, you know, in a hot way. Like, I kind of like it when she yells at me.”
You swished your tail sharply, earning a startled laugh from him.
“Oi, don’t judge! You don’t know what it’s like to be loved by a goddess,” he said, wagging a finger at you. “She’s got this look—like, when I say something dumb, she just stares at me. Kinda like the look you’re giving me right now.”
Your tail lashed harder, but James carried on, oblivious as he scratched the back of his neck. “Anyway, she’s amazing. Except sometimes, she’s so bossy. Always telling me to do my homework, stop sneaking chocolate into the library, quit messing up my hair—”
You hissed softly, and James blinked. “What? I’m just saying it’s endearing. Don’t get your whiskers in a twist.” He leaned in, narrowing his eyes.
“And the sass! She’s so sassy. Honestly, sometimes I think she loves making me squirm.” He sighed dreamily, resting his chin in his hands. “What a woman. You’d like her. Or maybe not. She’d probably call you ‘scruffy’ or something. Wait—you’re scruffy and judgy. Are you sure you’re not her Animagus form?”
You froze.
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “She’d have told me. I mean, I told her I’m a stag! She’s even touched my antlers. I think she’s got a thing for them, but she denies it. So, yeah, she’d totally tell me if she were a cat.”
You stared at him, doing your best to suppress a laugh.
The next day, the game was up.
“Wouldn’t want to be too bossy, now would I?” you said sharply, glaring at James in the common room.
James stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. “What?”
You raised an eyebrow.
“No,” he said, shaking his head like a wet dog. “No way. How do you—what—how do you know that?”
You just smirked.
James clutched his hair like a man on the verge of a breakdown. “Wait. Wait. Okay, no. There’s an explanation. Did Sirius tell you? No—he doesn’t even listen when I talk. Did Remus overhear and snitch? No, he’d lecture me about boundaries. Did… did you talk to the cat?!”
You snorted. “What?”
“Do you speak cat language?!” James demanded, looking genuinely alarmed. “Oh, Merlin, are you part Kneazle?!”
“James—”
“Or—or did you use Legilimency on the cat?!” He gasped, his hands flying to his hair. “Were you watching me somehow? Are you spying on me?!”
“James—”
“Oh my god.” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wild with panic. “You’re in cahoots with the cat, aren’t you?”
“James!”
He flailed dramatically. “Are you secret friends with a magical talking cat?”
“James Fleamont Potter!”
“What?!”
You crossed your arms, smirking. “I was the cat, you idiot.”
James blinked. Once. Twice. Then he pointed an accusatory finger at you. “You WHAT?!”
“I’m an Animagus,” you said, shrugging.
James stared at you like you’d just told him you were the heir of Merlin. “No. No way. You’re lying. You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”
You shrugged again. “Sorry, love. Not joking.”
He gasped, clutching his chest. “I LET YOU SLEEP IN MY BED.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“I SCRATCHED BEHIND YOUR EARS.”
“Very kind of you.”
“I TOLD YOU MY SECRETS!”
“Well, you did think I was a stray.”
James stumbled backward, clutching at the table for support. “I—I let you see me in my pajamas! I let you cuddle with me! I—oh my god, I called you soft and—wait—” He glared at you, realization dawning. “You hissed at me when I called you bossy!”
You grinned. “Sure did.”
“And you glared at me! That was your glare! Oh, bloody hell, I should’ve known.” He groaned, collapsing onto the bed. “This is so embarrassing. Why didn’t you tell me?!”
You plopped down beside him, smirking. “I wanted to see how long it’d take you to figure it out.”
James buried his face in his hands. “I let you TOUCH MY ANTLERS.”
“And they’re very nice antlers,” you teased, poking his side.
He peeked at you through his fingers, pouting. “This is betrayal, you know. Pure betrayal.”
“James.”
“Nope. Betrayal.”
“James.”
He groaned. “Fine. But you owe me so much cuddling to make up for this.”
“Deal,” you said, pulling him into a hug.
“Wait,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “You do think my antlers are cool, right?”
You kissed his cheek. “The coolest, love.”
“Thought so.”
#dividers by enchanthings#dividers by juliamaximoff#pictures from pinterest#ivy's soft scribbles ೀ#james fleamont potter#james potter x reader#james potter fluff#james potter#cat animagus#cat animagus!reader#animagus!reader#animagus
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antlers - jegulus - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 390 - NSFW, very clear implications
Somewhere, in the very back of his completely dazed brain, Regulus could hear Sirius's voice. He could remember what his brother had said. How he'd warned him.
"He's your type, Reg. But don't you dare even think about it. He's my best friend and you're my brother. That would be...weird."
But for some strange reason, Sirius's voice was muffled now. All of Regulus's senses were. Except his eyesight, of course, which was stronger than usual as he took in every minute detail of the man in front of him.
He'd done well for a while. As he'd been introduced to James Potter for the first time, he resolved to behave himself. Yes, the other man was absolutely drool-worthy, but Regulus had self control. He wasn't an animal. It didn't matter that James was looking at him like he was the only man in the bar. It didn't matter that his entire body was on-edge, every nerve begging him to reach out and touch the plains and ridges of the stunningly muscular man in front of him.
And then, James had started speaking. His positivity and laugh made Regulus almost irritated with how sweet it was. He tried his best to scowl and roll his eyes, all the while internally melting with James's every smile and laugh. Why was he feeling like this?
But he still kept it together. He could keep it together.
And the flirting...James started flirting. He tried to turn him away by sending him quips and teasing insults, but the other man just gave it right back to him, smirking as he bit at his perfectly pink lip, an amused glint in his eye. How was someone this infuriatingly perfect? God, James was....
A quick kick from Sirius brought him back to himself for a moment.
He managed for about five more minutes. Until James stood to get the next round, and Regulus looked over to see that his shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing a tattoo of antler spread across his hipbones.
"Fuck," Regulus whined. Because his brain couldn't not picture the way those antlers would look when Regulus was on his knees. His mouth watered.
Standing and not even looking back at his brother, Regulus walked quickly to the bar and grabbed James's hand, dragging him to the bathroom.
Yeah, he wasn't even sorry.
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Pleasure to meet you
Day 7: Masked Sex - Stranger Sex - Jegulus Kinktober - @jeguluskinktoberr - 654 words - Mature
From the moment James had stepped into the sparkling ballroom, he’d been intrigued by the man with a slender frame and a midnight blue mask speckled with silvery gems as if he wore the stars themselves. The annual masked balls were one of the few traditional pure-blood events the Potters still bothered attending. The anonymity of the enchanted masks gave the usually so uptight pure-bloods a much-needed opportunity to let loose without consequences. The dancing was wilder and the expensive wines flowed freely. There were even a few couples that had gone as far as to kiss in public—their identities sure to be the topic of the rumour mill for several weeks.
But where James usually entertained himself by watching the boundaries of formality slowly fall apart into an astonishing display of hypocritical behaviour, he was otherwise occupied tonight. They had spent the better part of the evening staring at each other across the dance floor, even as they both danced with other people. Inevitable, it had led to here, locked away safely in a small study far from the other partygoers.
Legs were hooked around James’ waist and locked behind his back as he sat the mysterious man down on the expensive-looking office desk. James grinned into his shoulder at the moans already escaping between them at the administration his tongue was doing there.
They pulled at each other clothes in a frenzy. “What can I call you, love?” James murmured as he rid himself of his shirt, “I need something to moan.”
His lover seemed to chew on it for a minute, shrugging out his trousers before providing, “Reg.” Something in the back of James’ mind tugged at him, but the magic of the mask smoothed it over.
“Perfect,” James groaned, catching Reg’s lips with his.
It wasn’t long before James was deep within him, moans ringing out too loudly, considering they really didn’t want to get caught. James’ hands griped the milky skin of Reg’s thighs, holding them up as he slammed into him again and again. The silvery eyes behind that mask swirled with sin, so close now, and James was all the more lost in them. Even as Reg came, and he followed, he couldn’t look away. It was truly cruel that the mask robbed him of the complete expression on Reg’s face as he reached his peak.
Skin sticky with sweat, James held them close together as they each came down from their high, catching their breath. “Can I see you? Please?” James asked, his fingers tracing the edge of Reg’s mask, “I’ll take mine off too.”
“You first,” Reg countered. The apprehension was fair enough, it wasn’t exactly acceptable to be queer within pure-blood circles.
James shrugged, before taking his mask off, a maroon thing with antler-like protrusions framing his eyes.
The man before him titled his head, lips pulled together in an annoyed line, probably at the lack of recognition. He kept his side of the deal, though, pulling his mask off too. The resemblance hit James like a brick wall, because he’d seen that face before in photos Sirius had shown him, off his brother. Older now, he’d grown into those sharp cheekbones, his eyes piercing instead of soft.
His voice coming out thinner than he’d have liked, James asked, “‘Reg’ doesn't happen to be short for ‘Regulus’, does it?”
“Why,” he bit with narrowed eyes. Oh, and still, James was attracted to him, he couldn’t deny it.
Deciding to make light of the situation, James stepped back. “James Potter,” he said, with a little mock bow, “Pleasure to finally meet you, Regulus.”
Regulus’ eyes went wide in realisation before a smirk grew on his lips. Eyes roaming over James’ still naked body, Regulus hummed, “I believe the pleasure is all mine.” By the wicket grin spread across Regulus’ face, James knew this would be far from the last time they saw each other.
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Wolfstar Microfics - Soulmates
Words: 824
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It was a truth universally acknowledged by the sixth years that Sirius Black had a secret.
Until his seventeenth birthday, he would take any opportunity to strip down to his pants, or even less. But that suddenly changed. He'd even stopped getting changed in the dormitory, taking his clothes into the bathroom to dress each morning and evening.
Marlene was convinced he’d gotten a tattoo he was embarrassed about. Remus and James were more concerned about spell damage from his family. Sirius point blank refused to discuss it with any of them, and after a month, they eventually stopped pushing the matter.
On Lily’s birthday, something happened that made Remus panic more than the possibility of spell damage littering Sirius’ skin. He was finishing up prefect rounds when he heard a sniffle from the cosy alcove in the library. He poked his head around the corner and was startled to see Lily wiping her eyes furiously.
He was by her side in a second, “What happened?” She shook her head. “Lils. Is it Snape? Did he—“
“No, it’s not— it’s not that.” She sniffed, “Something appeared on my skin today and I have a feeling that I know what it means but…”
“A soul mark?”
“I think so. It’s on my fucking collarbone. At least Sirius’ is on his—“ She covered her mouth quickly. “Shit, you didn’t hear that.”
“Sirius has a soul mark? Fuck. That’s why he stopped getting his kit off twice a week?” Remus stared at her collarbone as if he expected to be able to see it through her robes. “Wait. He showed you?”
She shook her head, “I saw it by accident. Someone gave him the password to the prefects' bathroom.” She said pointedly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remus said with a smirk. “So, on your collarbone? Can I see?”
She sighed, undid the top couple of buttons on her shirt, and slid it aside, pushing her robes back. On her collarbone, several fine lines made up a pair of delicate antlers.
Remus pressed his lips together. “Remus Lupin, don’t you dare laugh at me.” She glared at him. “It’s ’Prongs’, right? That’s what Prongs means?”
He nodded, “Yeah. His patronus is a stag.”
“You all think everyone is so stupid and oblivious, I swear. There was a whole month last year where those three idiots claimed to have a lisp as a result of a potion gone wrong. You could very clearly see the mandrake leaf under their tongues the whole time. They’re unregistered animagi.” She did up her buttons slowly. “I’m guessing Pete is some kind of rodent and Sirius is a gross, mangy, little dog.”
“Who else knows?” Remus had frozen. “They were so sure that they wouldn’t be found out. Idiots.”
“Nobody that I know of. I wasn’t about to tell anyone, I figured it related to the moons.” She smiled at him. “Honestly, the day I figured it out was the day I thought ‘Huh, maybe Potter isn’t a complete tosser’. But if you tell him I said that, I’ll hex you so hard.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“And yours with me, always.” She sighed again, “James’ birthday is in March, right?”
“Yeah, a couple of weeks after mine. Are you going to tell him?”
She hummed thoughtfully, “It’d probably be funnier to wake up and let him see it himself. But that means covering myself up for two months. I don’t want to get all obsessive and weird about it like Sirius.”
“Is it bad? Sirius’ mark?”
“I— It wouldn’t be fair to tell you about it.” Lily touched his shoulder gently. “He’ll tell you all when he’s ready.”
“Yeah, I hope you’re right.” He stood up. “Anyway, I believe there’s a bottle of Firewhiskey or two waiting back in our dorm. Marlene will be getting antsy.”
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On Remus’ birthday, he awoke at 7:37 am to a very peculiar tingling sensation on his left bum cheek. He rushed to the bathroom, not checking to see if anyone else was awake yet. He twisted around, pulling down his boxers on one side, trying to look in the mirror, but it was too high. He tried twisting around again.
“It’s stars.” A quiet voice said from behind him. “Canis Major.”
Remus looked up into the mirror and made eye contact with Sirius, who lingered in the doorway. “And yours?”
“The moon phases.” He shrugged, lowering his pyjama bottoms slightly as if he hadn’t been shielding his body from scrutiny for almost six months.
Remus took a step toward Sirius, not taking his eyes off the nine small circles, but before he could say anything, James burst in, took in the scene of his two friends admiring one another’s arses, and quickly retreated.
“Pete, do not go in there!” They heard him shout from under his pillow.
Sirius started to chuckle as a smile tugged at Remus’ lips “Happy Birthday, Moons.”
[author’s note: idk if it’s because I’m currently on day 8 of a covid infection (send help) but the image of Remus trying to see his bum in the mirror and essentially chasing his tail like a dog has me laughing, coughing and wheezing so hard.]
#fanfic#ao3#fanfiction#wolfstar#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar microfic#remus x sirius#soulmates#soulmate au#soul marks#butt tattoos as a plot device#jily#lily evans#james potter#marauders era#marauders
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Safety and sweat
Ice skating AU, part 5!!
August 5th - words: 665
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“Great practice Regulus.” Effie praised. “I would stay to chat but I have to shoot, I think my sons outside-“
Regulus began to nod his head, kicking his skates from his feet while he held onto the barrier of the rink. But then the noise of rubber shoes squeaking on the floor, travelling towards Regulus and Effie next to him.
“Hi.” He pants, leaning over his legs before looking up with a smile.
It had been exactly a week since Regulus bumped into James, the cute man from the bookstore, and coincidentally his coaches son. He was wearing the same football shirt, it was awfully tight around his biceps - he tried to avert his gaze, he really did - but it was so tempting.
“Hi James.” Effie sighed out while Regulus failed to hide a small laugh under his breath at the look on James’ face.
“Hi.” Regulus copied, a smile tucked away into the hidden corners of his lips.
Effie looked between the two a few times before only shrugging and huffing out a breath. “Wait here James, I’m just going to pick my bag up from the lockers, see you tomorrow Regulus.” Smiling, she pointed to the direction of the lockers, leaving her son and Regulus staring clearly at each other.
“Sorry, I ran here from football practice.” The brunette chuckled, then he did the one thing Regulus was sure would cause his death.
Honestly he wouldn’t be complaining if that was the last thing he saw before he died, at least he’d be at peace.
The man lifted his shirt up and swiftly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and - god - was he doing this on purpose? He swore he could see the muscles move on his toned stomach, the way a black inky tattoo emerged from his sinfully low risen shorts - it looked like a pair of antlers.
“Why exactly?” Regulus cocked his eyebrow, turning away to hide the flush from his cheeks, god he hates feeling like this. Flustered, small, sappy and stupid.
“I don’t- uh.” James laughed, it set off a whole new crashing, cold, salty yet warm wave of emotions off in Regulus’ stomach. “I don’t really know.” He snorted.
“Wow.” Regulus chuckled along, rolling his eyes. “Solid answer.”
“Shut up.” The brunette snorted. “You look really familiar?” He said after a minute of silence, eyeing Regulus up and down like he was a new work of art in a museum, he couldn’t quite place how he felt about that.
Regulus turned his head to see James still piercing his eyes through his own grey ones. He tilted his head to the side, vision of James partially blocked by the black curl that fell into his eye. “Yeah, you look like my friend.”
“Sirius Black, per chance?”
“Yeah… do you-“ He narrowed his eyes, before letting out a light gasp and parted his lips. “You’re his ‘little brother Reggie’” James gaped. “I thought you were like, 10.”
“What the fuck?” Regulus hit his arm and gave a mock offended gasp.
James let out the sweetest little giggle. “I’m calling you Reggie from now on.”
“Potter I swear to god-“
“Cute little Reggie.”
He only groaned, hiding his head in his own black curls as he dropped his forehead into his arms that leant onto the barrier. The one thing he could hear was James’ laughs and teases as Regulus cursed at him, but of course he didn’t mean it.
Normally he would, that was the thing. Last time Barty called him ‘Reggie’ he tripped him up, mostly because that name was reserved for Sirius and Sirius only. But for some reason he… liked when James did it? Fuck, this is disgusting.
It really isn’t though, it’s just new, and Regulus hates new. Even when it could bring the best things into his life, he only feels the need to push them away and stay where he’s been stood for the past year.
Safe.
But what is safe anymore really?
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I just found out there’s a Sirius birthday week event hosted by @lilacella! I’m super late to the party but here are some of my HCs!
He loves puns and is annoyingly good at making them.
Despite being a dog himself, he is actually more of a cat person.
He became colorblind in Azkaban, and his colour vision has never fully recovered afterwards.
He got his growth spurt at 14, and had facial hair from the age of 16. Fleamont Potter taught him how to shave.
He is able to resist the Imperius curse.
He lost his virginity to Madam Rosmerta. He has a thing for older women. (Unresolved mommy issues mostly…)
His favourite subject was Ancient Runes. Everyone assumed that he is top tier at Astronomy, and while he was decent at it, he actually couldn’t care less about the subject.
He took a total of 9 N.E.W.T.s (DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Alchemy, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Poitions, Care for magical creatures and Herbology), and got “Outstanding” on all except Herbology, which he passed with “Exceeding expectations”. He got an “Outstanding” in Poitions due to Slughorn’s blatant favoritism over his prestigious family, which annoys him a lot (one part because Snape is right about this accusation, and one part because he’d have preferred to be graded fairly).
He was never interested in Quidditch, but was up-to-date with it because of James.
His future profession of choice was curse breaker.
He used to bite his nails when stressed, he started to paint his nails to help him lose this bad habit. (He started to smoke instead.) Then kept both for aesthetic reasons.
He knew how to breath out smoke circles since he was a kid, and taught it to Remus in exchange of Remus teaching him how to whistle when they were 13.
He is tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He is hairy. His eye colour is gray, but the shade can change a bit according to his mood. At first glance, his eyes can be mistaken for blue until compared side by side to Peter’s (who has cerulean).
He has a mole on his left cheek (every member of the Black family has a mole somewhere on their face). He also has one on his penis.
He has a resting bitch face, he either looks bored or annoyed, but his whole face and vibe changes drastically when he smiles. He is overall quite intimidating.
He has slightly East Asian features, with wide cheekbones, almond shaped eyes, a sharp jawline and thick jet black hair.
He can rock any haircut, and doesn’t care much about his hair by default.
His ears are pierced, and he wears a dog collar nonstop that he got from James when they made a blood pact with each other as teens. (It could be taken off him when he was sent to Azkaban, because the magical binding seemingly ceased to exist when the Potters died. Sirius later found the collar in Grimmauld Place, which gave him the idea to use the old blood pact with James to make Harry his own heir.)
He only wears black and shades of gray, as a teen because of aesthetic, as an adult because he can’t see colours. Beside black and gray, his “reference” colour is dark purple. (I have a palette for every character I draw.)
Prongs’ antlers scarred his left eyebrow during one of their first transformations. It could have been healed up perfectly, but Sirius decided to keep it as it is as a memento of their Big Achievement (and also aesthetic).
Also have a quick sketch of him to make up for the missed “prompts” of the event!
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Prompt 6 - First Full Moon
@wolfstarmicrofic January 6, word count 665
Tonight was the night. The night he’d been dreaming of since he found out Remus was a werewolf. He’d spent hours researching how to become an animagus, roping James and Peter in to help. They’d been just as excited as he was to be able to do this for their friend. Remus had been coming back to the castle with more and more injuries since he hit puberty and Sirius wanted to do all that he could to ease Remus’s pain.
It had taken months to be able to change into an animal at will. He was rather proud of his animal form. An enormous shaggy, black dog. He was sure he looked almost like a werewolf in this form, so he would match Remus perfectly.
They’d gathered in the Shrieking Shack, Remus having told them how to get in. Thank Merlin, that Peter was a small enough animal that he could easily get under the Whomping Willow’s flailing branches to press the knot at the base of its roots and render the damn thing motionless.
A creak downstairs told them that Remus and Madam Pomfrey had entered the derelict building and that they needed to keep completely silent until they were sure she was gone.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Remus dear,” She said kindly before they heard the sound of the metal bolt on the other side of the door being slid across, the quiet mutterings of her spells to lock Remus in and then nothing.
Remus appeared in the doorway of the bedroom they were hiding in and Sirius raced across the room, slamming into him in his haste for a hug.
“You ready?” He asked once he’d righted himself.
“I think so,” Remus replied, sounding nervous. All of Sirius’s research was based on theory. There was no definite proof that in animal form they’d be safe from the werewolf. Remus had been reluctant, but eventually, he gave in as he usually did where Sirius was concerned. So here they were, waiting for the moon to rise.
It wasn’t long before Remus’s winces and low grunts became more pronounced as the pain of transformation began to overtake him. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees, his back arching as he whimpered. The others took this as their cue to change.
The room was suddenly very full, what with Sirius’s large size and James’s antler span. But all Sirius cared about was his best friend now writhing on the dusty ground, his body twisting and shaking.
He moved forward, nuzzling his nose against Remus’s side. A clawed hand swung out, barely missing him as he jumped back. Remus let out a low snarl that no human should be able to make and that's when the cracking started as his bones broke and reformed, revealing the beast within.
Sirius sat back on his haunches as he watched his dear friends be completely destroyed, slowly turning into the animal he’d hated since he was five years old.
With a final roar, Remus was gone and in his place towered the wolf. His silver-grey fur glinted in the patches of moonlight creeping in through slits in the boarded-up windows. Sirius stared at him through his canine eyes and realised that he looked nothing like this majestic beast. He would have been jealous if his canine brain allowed such emotions.
Remus moved nearer to him, sniffing the surrounding air. This was it. The moment of truth. In the next thirty seconds, they’d find out if Sirius’s theory was correct or if they were about to be torn to shreds.
Remus’s wet wolf nose touched Sirius’s wet dog nose, and he knew right there that they would be fine. He barked happily at the wolf, jumping around him playfully, nipping at his legs, enticing him to play.
The next morning, for the first time in ten years, Remus woke up without a single cut, scratch or bruise, much to the amazement of Madam Pomfrey.
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✨ Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 2 ✨
New to Prongsfoot Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship?
Loved this one!
The mirrors were James’s idea for Sirius’s fourteenth birthday, which started a competition to outdo each other’s birthday gifts.
On one of James’s birthdays, Sirius gave him a golden chain with the Potter's crest on it, and James never stopped wearing it after that.
James gifted Sirius his favorite leather jacket, as well as his precious bike (poor Euphemia had a meltdown seeing how crazy the two of them were on that bike).
Sirius liked Quidditch, but he only tried out for the team because of James (how could he stay away from his Jamie? Unthinkable).
James always knew Sirius was absolutely gorgeous, but he only realized his feelings were more than friendship after a very dirty dream. 😏
They don’t like studying in the library; they prefer studying in each other’s beds, cuddling, of course.
James kissed Sirius first, in a very impulsive way of his, and after that, they simply couldn’t stop kissing.
Sirius cleans James’s glasses.
James doesn’t like smoking cigarettes much, just joints, but sometimes he smokes just to stay in Sirius’s company.
Sirius gets jealous in a silent way (he gets all broody and quiet, with Walburga’s famous sneer), while James, when jealous, is much more visible — everyone can feel the daggers he throws at anyone looking at his precious Paddy.
James hates coffee, but he always serves a cup of black coffee with lots of sugar for Sirius.
Sirius loves drawing everything, but what he loves most is drawing James, in every possible way.
Sirius’s first tattoo was… Prongs’s antlers on his V line.
+18 — They are very intense during sex. James loves it when Sirius talks dirty in his ear, and they love marking each other’s bodies because they enjoy knowing they belong to each other.
I could go on forever — I love these two so much!
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Microfic idea: how about one of them gets drunk and the other one has to put them to bed? 😁
Lemme just pick myself up off the floor - one of my favourite writers in this fandom gave me a prompt!!
And it's a good one too. Writing this little snippet was so much fun, thank you!
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“I don't need an escort.”
“Of course not.”
“I was just having a good bloody time. If Lily didn't want to go to bed then-”
“Then you would have stayed up all night drinking with James, yes, I'm aware”, Remus smiles to himself as he adjusts his grip on Sirius’ arm slung over his shoulders. He forgets how heavy he is. Sirius always holds himself with such lofty grace that it's easy to forget he's rather solid - something Remus is frequently reacquainted with when Sirius rolls on top of him during the night. But watching Sirius and James singing cheerfully (and terribly) at each other as they danced around the fire tonight, made it easy to believe that Sirius weighed less than a feather.
“Too right”, Sirius growls, leaning heavily on Remus and ignoring the strained grunt that escapes, “We've earned it haven't we?”
Remus gets an unwelcome flash of a battlefield, the bridge where the Order had a standoff against Death Eaters meaning to sink the bridge and all the muggles on it before the Order had swept them away. It cost them a few of their own that day. Loss has become a constant companion, lying in bed between them every morning.
Sirius had insisted James’ birthday be celebrated a week later. The hard line of his clenched jaw and hollow eyes had betrayed a motive other than celebration - a night to live again, defiantly, openly in the face of all the odds. A resistance worthy of Sirius Black and James Potter. And live they did tonight.
“Yes, I think we've earned it a few times over”, Remus replies softly.
Sirius grunts and Remus can feel him slipping into the dark, the melancholy which he succumbs to so easily without James’ brash voice and quick laughter. Remus used to feel a tinge of envy - he could share this man's bed but his soul is already shared between him and James. But Remus understands it now, has long come to terms with it. Who couldn't love James Potter with all their heart?
He pulls himself out of his musings, forcing some lightness into his tone, “What did you put in the fire? That smoke set me off laughing like I haven't done since Prongs walked into that tree antlers first.”
Sirius brightens a little, swaying rather than dragging his feet. “A little something for the nerves, my dear.” Sirius suddenly grins boastfully, “Haven't heard you sing since sixth year-”
“And not again for another few years I think”, Remus chuckles, pulling Sirius closer as he stumbles, both to steady him and to leech some of his endless warmth. It's supposed to be Spring but it's unusually cold, a chill blowing in from the coast and biting at the tips of his ears. Remus barely resists slipping a hand under Sirius’ shirt where he knows there's an endless source of heat.
They've reached the front steps of their little town house and Remus concentrates on steadying himself to guide Sirius up the steps.
Sirius is blissfully unaware of Remus’ struggles, his breath hot in Remus’ ear as he mumbles, “Moony, always such a gentleman. Insisting on walking me home-”
“We live together-”
“Gonna put me to bed?” Sirius grins lecherously, the effect ruined a little by the slurring, “Tuck me in? Big, bad, scary wolf you are.” He snorts rudely and Remus would be offended, except the fact that Sirius finds his lycanthropy being a source of irony rather than fear has become reassuring.
Remus shakes his head, about to tell him that he'd bet money on Sirius passing out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but then Sirius throws his head back and starts belting out a warbled but recognisable song, “Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy. What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy-”
“Shh, Sirius-”
“Set my alarm, turn on my charm-”
“Turn it back off-”
“That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy”, Sirius throws his arm out as he makes a meal of the last word and Remus loses his balance, falling against Sirius and pinning him to the front door. Sirius’ laughter is warm against his cheek, his body burning beneath Remus’ hands, and he can't help but laugh with him, full of light and love. He feels it. The reason Sirius insisted on tonight being a night of laughter and celebration. He feels the spark of life thrumming in his veins, a renewed vigour for being alive.
They stumble through the front door and Remus stops Sirius from swaying towards the shelf full of liquor - “Come on, have a nightcap”, “Bed. Now, Padfoot” - and successfully guides him towards the bedroom. Sirius is still humming the tune to the Queen song as he collapses onto the bed, leaving Remus to pull off his boots.
When he starts unbuttoning Sirius’ belt, Sirius grins up at the ceiling, singing softly, “Say the word and your wish is my command-”
“I should be so lucky”, Remus mutters fondly, “Come on. Pants off.”
“Fancy a-”
“You are about to fall asleep”, Remus chides even as he admires the hard lines of Sirius’ shoulders and chest as he pulls off his jacket and shirt.
Sirius flops back on the bed in just his underwear and a content smile on his handsome face. Remus undresses himself to the peaceful tune Sirius hums, then crawls into bed next to him, nudging him to move over.
“There's a hangover potion on your bedside”, Remus murmurs, closing his eyes.
The bed dips and then he's squashed under a burning, heavy weight pinning him to the bed. He smiles, wrapping his arms around the dead weight, brushing black wavy locks off his face.
“R'gonna win.”
“Hmm?” Remus hums in question, already thinking about what to make for breakfast in the morning. He pulls himself back to the present to listen to Sirius’ drunk mumbling.
“We're gonna win”, Sirius mumbles in the quiet, where the only other noise is the pipes groaning behind the walls, “This war.”
Remus hesitates, his heartbeat thudding in his ears and liquor swirling in his stomach.
“Of course we are”, he finally agrees softly with more conviction than he feels.
“You paused”, Sirius grunts, “Don't do that.”
Remus swallows, eyes wide and staring at the shadows on the ceiling.
“Go to sleep”, he murmurs.
It's a long time before he feels Sirius’ sleep twitches, signalling him falling into a deep sleep, and it's longer still before sleep creeps into the edges of Remus’ vision, held at bay by doubt and fear and the sense that if he closes his eyes, what he has will slip between his fingers.
#This turned out sadder than intended#But I hope someone enjoys!#feel free to send more prompts#yippee#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#remus lupin#sirius black#asks for Cat#my writing
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Marauders x muggleborn Reader (platonic)
- maybe slight nods to a Remus x Reader romance (I have a problem I know) but it doesn't have to be taken that way.
CW: panic attack, bad mental state, overwhelming feelings, death, grief.
I always make sure they boys are taken care of.
I make sure James remembers his schoolwork and his books before we go to class, he is very forgetful.
I know people from outside our circle often tease Peter about how he trails after the rest of the boys like a lost puppy, but I make sure he knows how loved and appreciated he is by both me and the rest of the boys.
I notice how Sirius draws away from the rest of the group before holidays and around his brothers birthday and I make sure I get him alone so he feels comfortable crying all he needs to without judgement or ridicule.
I know how Remus gets testy before the full moon so I know to try to tidy up the boys dorm, and restock his chocolate supply so he has less triggers because I know how guilty he feels after he snaps at the boys.
The point of all this being that I take care of them, watch them and make sure they take care of eachother when I'm not around so that for days like today when I simply can't bring myself to leave my dorm I know that they'll survive.
When Mary shook me awake this morning I had already decided to hibernate in my dorm all day. I brushed her off and made some excuse of it being that time of the month, which wasn't true as I finished my period last Monday, she gave me a look of disbelief but didn't push it and said she would check on me during lunch. I fell back asleep before I even heard the door close behind her.
Later I awoke to scratching on the outside of my door, confused I looked around and saw I was still alone in the dorm. I grab my wand and slowly move towards the door.
As I rip the door open with my wand out, the pit of fear in my stomach immediately leaves as I notice the familiar black dog named Padfoot outside my door.
"Merlin pads, give me a heartattack why don't ya" I keep the door open for him to enter while I return to my bed. I have known the boys we animagus since before they completed the task, them going on a month long 'silence strike' was as worrisome as a big indicator what they were doing. You see part of the procedure to become an animagus is to keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month.
"Sorry it's just the only way we can get up the girls stairs without it turning to a slide" Sirius returns to his boisterous self as he fully enters the dorm room.
"Wait we?" I sit up alarmed and looking towards the door ready for the horror about to flood into the room.
Right on cue I hear the stomping of hooves up the stairs paired with the sharp breaths of some anxious person come up the stairs rapidly.
I watch in awe and horror as a deer enters my dorm room with a horrified Remus Lupin sat atop him holding a tiny rat in one hand and gripping one of Prongs' antlers in a death grip with the other.
"See I told you it would work!" Sirius exclaims as Remus quickly and awkwardly gets off Prongs' back and sets Wormtail on the floor.
Immediately after turning back into James he starts doubling over in laughter.
" Oh Merlin! That was the best thing ever! We definitely have to do it again" James eventually straightens up and plops himself next to me on my bed.
"Yeah no not happening" Remus says as he brushes imaginary dirt off his clothes.
"But Moonyy, what about next time we need to check up on our better fifth." Sirius wines out dramatically.
"There won't be a next time, why are you guys here shouldn't you be in class?" I move over in my bed to try and give more room for them, but in reality it could probably only hold 1 more person comfortably.
I guess Remus decided to be that person as he comes and sits next to me and James on the bed. "We couldn't let our best girl be all by herself" Remus rubs my leg in a comforting motion.
"Guys I promise I'm fi-" Peter cuts me off.
"Come off it, you know we know you better then that" Peter exclaims "I can see the circles under your eyes showing that you haven't slept"
"And the slight redness of your nose" James taps my nose as he speaks "in addition to the pile of tissues on your nightstand" my eyes dart to my nightside instinctively and see the tissues that I put there after my mental breakdown last night. "And the fact that you aren't showing signs are being ill and there is none of that muggle meditation out, points to the fact that you've been crying"
"Medication" I correct under my breath
" When Mary told us you were holed up in your dorm with girl problems, that was a dead give away somethings up because we know you love to pressure Moony to give up some of his chocolate when your on your period, which you did last week" Sirius moves to sit on the floor besides the bed as he speaks. "I may not be an expert in female autonomy but I know your period doesn't last 2 weeks"
"Dove," Remus takes my hand " you haven't even changed from what you were wearing last night" I look down and see he is right I am still wearing the sweats and band tee I was wearing last night as we were playing exploding snaps in the boys dorm.
I take the hand Remus is not holding and hold it up to cover my face as the emotions that were flooding through my body as the boys were talking all come to surface and a sob escapes my mouth.
"I-I jus-s-st" I stutter out through my sobs
"Hey hey, breathe, that's all you need to do right now, just breathe" James says as he pulls my arm from my face so I can match my breaths with his.
"That's right, just focus on your breaths don't want you hyperventilating" at some point through this Sirius must have gotten up from his place on the floor and took to rubbing my back.
Remus keeps a hold on my hand and when I started bringing my other hand up to scratch at my throat he grabbed it as well to stop me from inflicting red scratch marks on my neck.
The room seems to be moving in slow motion as all the boys are doing something to help me calm down my eyes locked with James as a grounding point as Remus holds my hands, Sirius rubs my back and shoulders, and Peter runs his hands through my probably very unruly hair.
The boys my boys unfortunately have experience helping eachother down from their own respective panic attacks so they know just what I need to calm down.
When it seems like I'm starting to calm down I lock eyes with Remus and break down again, and again when I see my pile of school work out of my peripheral, or feel Sirius' hands run over the back of my necklace. I'm just constantly going up and down, doing better then doing worse, it feels like a never ending cycle.
After a while I eventually just close my eyes and that helps things not be so triggering for me and I'm finally able to calm down.
Once I open them I see Peter standing besides me with a glass of water-I didn't even notice his hands leave the top of my head that's how out of it I was- I take it and drink it all down slowly as to not choke myself.
"There's our girl" Sirius says with his award winning grin, that does bring the tiniest upturn of my lips.
"Sorry you-" I start to apologize but Remus cuts me off.
"Nope no apologies, you've been there for us more then we count so its about time you let us be there for you" Remus smiles at me and hands me a tissue.
"What do you need?" Peter kneels down to be eye level with the rest of us " do you want to talk or just exist for a bit, maybe sleep some more?" He says with a gentle rub of my hand.
" I haven't heard from my parents in 2 months" I say while I rub my eyes clear of the liquid once enclosed in them. " 2 months with no letters, it's so unlike them, I'm so scared something- I inhale- with all the news I'm hearing of muggle families going missing in the prophet... and I can't even do anything, I'm just supposed to sit here and wait till I either hear something or go home for the holidays next week and find their bodies in my living room" I take more deep breaths as I feel my heart rate spiking again.
"Oh dove" Remus cradles his arms around my head and pulls me into a hug.
"I'm just so tired, and done" I sigh into his arms.
"We're here for you, you know that right" Peter says.
"Just like you've been there for us through our baggage, let us be there for you" Sirius says as he kneels down and outs his hand on my folded up knee.
I pull out from the hug with Remus and wipe the stray tear from the corner of my eye.
"Thanks guys" I give a half-hearted smile hoping they can in-fact tell how much it means to me.
#marauders#the marauders#marauders era#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#peter pettigrew#moony#wormtail#padfoot#prongs#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#dead gay wizards#platonic marauders x reader#marauders fluff
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Catch the Wind Ch. 15: All About Fundamentals
This chapter is NSFW for sexual situations~ AO3 Link Here!
There was no manual on how to greet someone who just turned into an animal in front of your eyes.The stag shifted it’s head side to side, eyeing her with anxious blinks. He lowered his head, careful not to hit her with the antlers that branched out around her. Lily lifted her hand and slowly guided it to the top of the stag’s head. The animal leaned into her touch, closing its eyes and making a soft humming noise. An ear twitched in contentment.
“James?”
The stag’s eyes blinked open again, nuzzling her hand further around its snout before taking two steps backwards into the treeline. As quick as he had transformed, he was human again.
It could have all been some sort of fever dream if James hadn’t now been standing nearly naked apart from a thin fur cloak which had matched the stag’s coat. His glasses laid near his feet, having been torn off during his transformation. Lily hadn’t realized that she had gone from standing, to kneeling, to sitting on the forest floor, staring in the direction of the many forms her boyfriend had taken in the last minute or so.
“Ok, we can talk now.” He pulled the cloak tight, but Lily could tell it wasn’t the cold that was bothering him. His eyes, unclouded by glasses, quivered in her direction. She had seen James in many compromising positions, but this seemed to be the most raw of them all. She could feel his anticipation suffocating the space.
“You’re—You’re brilliant.”
It wasn’t the response he had expected. His face went from addled, to shocked, to pure joy in the matter of seconds. He took a step towards her, unclear with how to compose himself.
“How—” She looked everywhere. At the supposed fake sky of the room, at the brook that babbled a soundtrack into the space, at her boyfriend, her boyfriend who was—he was—
“It’s all about fundamentals,” he made it sound nonchalant, “getting the actual animagus form just takes practice.”
There were a thousand questions. A thousand feelings running through her brain. Some stemming from the absolute insanity that he had mastered such a skill at a young age, others about the sheer danger, not to mention law breaking, he was creating by having such a talent. She felt herself drowning in it, in all of the many facets that led to James Potter being one of the most brilliant people she had ever met.
“Do it again.”
James placed his hands on his hips, leaned his head back and gave a hearty laugh that frightened a group of birds perched in the nearby trees.
“So I take it you aren’t angry with me?”
Lily swung her legs so they were now under her. The anxiety from James’ features was starting to melt and his cocky self was beginning to shine back into his face.
“Depends. Are you going to show me again or not?”
James raised an eyebrow, then disappeared again, leaving the same stag from before in his place. This time, the animal had no hesitation, he walked up to the seated Lily and she immediately reached her hands to meet him. She caressed his face, ran her hands up his antlers, down his back, taking her time to feel and see that every inch of him was in fact pure animal. She could feel her mouth agape and she knew if James had the capability to laugh at her he would. After running her hands down his back a few more times, he stepped away again and James reappeared in human form, once again pulling his cloak against his naked body.
“Gotta say, it's very weird to be pet—something I could really get used to.”
Lily was still too shocked to react to his quip. James sat down next to her, searching her face for any indication that she was ok.
“I know you probably have so many things to say to me—and I promise to answer them. But I have solemnly sworn not to reveal a good bit until all of us can be together.”
All of us.
Lily sat dumbfounded. She wished she knew what to say or how to say it, but every time she took a breath to speak, her vocal cords protested. Her mind felt like it was being thrown in a wind tunnel. Images of past conversations between Snape, between herself and any of the marauders passed through her mind. She racked her brain for signs, for how she could have possibly seen this coming. James sat by her quietly, leaning back on his hands and giving her space to think. She was almost about to give up, accept that she had been blindsided, until like a light in a far off tunnel, it all came to her.
“Animals!” She exclaimed. Some birds chattered angrily at the noise.
“Uhm, very good Evans. Animagus do turn into animals.” Even his cheekiness sounded unsure.
“No, you git—of course I know that— I meant to say, werewolves don’t attack animals!”
James tensed up. His head snapped to look in front of him rather than at Lily and he began to feign an interest in the mountainside.
“Always the top student.” He said in a whisper. It was clear he knew the jig was up. How could he not? After seeing him cut to shreds in sixth year and her coming to sleep with him every full moon as a clear intent to check on him. Remus was right, she was no fool, they needed to stop treating her like one.
“You did this for Remus.”
There was a pause, then he responded slowly. “We wanted to help him–and so far it’s been working.”
“How long have you—”
“We’ve known since second. Finally got our animagus forms in fifth.”
Lily pulled her knees to her chest and ran her hands through her hair.
“Christ.”
If she was being honest, she didn’t know what she had expected, but it wasn’t this.
“Lily?”
She didn’t respond. It was all too much. The writing on the quidditch pitch, her talk with Sirius, the confirmation that not only was one of her mates an actual werewolf, but her own boyfriend was using highly skilled magic to spend time with him, no, to help him. Emotions fought to be at the forefront of her mind, ranging from complete utter adoration to alarming anxiety.
She must have been quiet for a while because when she finally became present again in the forest, he had already wrapped his arms around her and was cradling her head against his bare chest. Now back from her fugue state, she could smell earth mixed with James’ usual smell of spice. She knew it wasn’t the first time she had smelled it before.
“Lily, I'm so sorry. For everything.” He began to ramble. About the words written on the quidditch pitch, about the secrets that he had been keeping, about the many whys and hows surrounding Remus and their animagus form, about overall how incredibly dumb and risky he was being for all of it. Lily listened, hearing more of his jagged heartbeat than his actual words. After he seemed to have spent all his voice, Lily took her chance to finally respond. She took his face in her hands, regarded the sharp hazel eyes that were rimmed with doubt, and closed the gap between their lips.
The tension in his body dropped like a curtain. Her lips were soft and reassuring, giving a few lingering kisses on his lips before slowly moving around his face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids. She moved like honey, treasuring the soft breaths he made, how his head tilted up towards her, how his eyes fluttered closed, like a child being lulled to sleep by the comfort of a perfectly balanced world.
When she made it back to his mouth, his hands had curved around her. Cradling her back down onto the forest floor and hovering over her. With hands no longer attending to it, his cloak furrowed open, leaving him completely nude against her, the cloak like enormous wings that enveloped them both away from the autumn air.
They had been more intimate than this many times before, but this time felt different. Instead of burning heat and the claw of desire, they both moved like they were submerged in water. His hand took its time to caress each spot of skin after unbuttoning a part of her blouse. Her hands slid down his bare chest, around his back, over his bum, still unable to comprehend how this form, this man, had been able to be something else entirely just moments ago.
He kissed his way slowly down her middle. Now with her blouse open, her breasts stood taut against him and he made a lazy path down to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the swell before taking the flat tip into his mouth. He used his hand to caress the other and Lily braided her hands through his hair, holding him against her as he worked in a meticulous manner.
She wanted him. Just like all of the other times, she wanted him badly. But the fire within her now was a radiating, glowing heat, not the fiery burn of lust. He was like the feel of the sun when winter was ending and the world was born anew. She wanted his breath to be hers, for their bodies to conjoin and remain together, a perfect completion of a severed soul.
He must have felt it too, because once he serviced both of her breasts fully with his mouth, he hovered back over her lips, using his tongue to softly prod her mouth open.
“If you will let me, I would like to be inside you.”
She opened her eyes to see him staring back, deep and wide. It came tumbling out.
“James, I love you.”
His body shook. The hand that was holding himself over her gave way and he faltered a bit. She watched how her words made his eyes go from wide to impossibly all-seeing, like he had watched the creation of a new star and was in awe of nature’s beauty.
She grasped both sides of his face, keeping him steady in front of her.
“I love you too, Lily.”
A dam broke in his mind. After saying it, all the energy that moved so lazily before picked up speed and intention. Words started pouring from his mouth, unable to control the river of emotion boiling up inside him. I love you I love you, oh merlin Lily I love you.
He was kissing her neck, her shoulders, running his hands around her body as though seeing it for the first time. Lily laughed, feeling slap-happy, like some sort of ethereal being who had just come to earth. She let James rediscover her body and held his close against hers.
After a moment, she found his hands with hers and pulled them up to her heart, cradling them against her chest. James allowed it, looking at her quizzically, hungry to keep experiencing her body, now in love.
“James–”
He nuzzled his nose against where her neck and collar met, opening his mouth and leaving little nips as he went. His hardness which had never left since they started, remained pressed to her thigh like a reminder.
“I would like you to be inside me now.”
He made a small hum of contentment, lifted his body back above hers and moved himself against her center. His eyes were fixed on hers, his cheeks ruddy with the autumn wind and the general high of being in love. Lily moved a hand to the back of his thigh, guiding his lower half to move forward and finally enter her.
His first thrust was slow and deliberate, feeling every bit of her as he went until he was fully inside. He started to thrust back and forth, a hand resting on her neck while another hiked her thigh up and around his waist for a better angle.
Lily’s head leaned back, mouth open and emitting noises she had only ever made for him. He started to speed up, taking the thigh that wasn’t wrapped around him and led it to do the same. She arched her back and he swooped down to take her nipple into his mouth once more. The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated through the forest around them.
Lily could feel his thrusting start to get more erratic, his body clenched from inside her. Knowing what would come soon, she took hold of both of his forearms and pulled him in the direction of the ground. She wasn’t strong enough to sway him, and he slowed his movements and arched an eyebrow in question.
“Let me ride you.”
He didn’t need any more explanation. With a low moan, he followed where her arms had been tugging him and laid himself onto the forest floor. Pulling herself off of him to switch positions, she took the opportunity to duck her head down and take his cock into her mouth for one long teasing lick from his base to the tip. Oh fuck, oh christ Lily. The unexpected sensation made him quiver underneath her. Lily released him with a pop of her mouth and giggled at his frazzled response.
Impatient now, he grabbed her arms and ushered her to mount him. She nestled him into her folds, letting the wetness from her center glide over him while he threw his head back and continued to spew a string of expletives.
“Lily��please.”
She arched an eyebrow, excited to have so much power over him for once. She hovered herself higher, no longer touching but allowing his tip to align with her entrance. Slowly, barely moving at all, she lowered herself until his tip stretched at her opening before pulling back off. James’ head whipped up, eyes now burning. He grabbed for her sides and she stopped him, placing a warning hand over his.
She locked eyes with him as she lowered down again, just enough to tease his tip with her entrance before moving back up again. His mouth hung open, eyes now pleading.
“Merlin, you’re killing me.”
She giggled again then leaned down, finally taking him all the way inside her. He made a sigh of relief, and started aiding her hips to move up and down on him. She leaned forward, letting him catch one of her breasts in his mouth while his other hand moved down in between them to rub her clit. She made a broken noise as his fingers kept rhythm with her thrusts.
She could feel the burning in her stomach mounting, each thrust barrelling towards the pleasure locked in her very core. It snuck up on her and she trembled over him in release, crying his name as he continued thrusting upwards into her, holding her face so he could watch her eyes flood with climax.
Her legs and hips were spent from their work riding him. James flipped them again, putting Lily back onto the ground without ever slipping out of her. His thrusts were harder now, more intentioned. The fingers that had been rubbing her clit earlier were still wet from her come, and she pulled the hand to her mouth, taking the affected fingers with her tongue. At the sight, James’ eyes dilated. She could feel his body twitch under hers, then with a strangled cry, she felt the rush of him releasing into her.
He let his body fall to the ground, pulling her in to curl against his chest. His hand ran through her hair as both of their heartbeats slowed down.
“I love you. I mean it.”
She could feel him smile.
“Say it again.”
Lily laughed. She pulled herself up out of his arms and looked down at him. He couldn’t contain his happiness and looked up at her in earnest.
“I love you.”
His smile grew impossibly wider. His eyes glinted in the afternoon sun.
“Again.”
She gave his chest a light smack and he caught her hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss.
She fell back into his chest and he cradled her against him again.
“I love you too. Merlin, fuck, do I love you. I’m going to be incorrigible now, you realize this?”
Lily just laughed into his chest. “When are you not?”
James pulled her tighter against him, his hand started to travel lower, curving around her bum. She could feel his erection start to return against her thigh.
“Point taken.”
With a squeal he flipped her back over. Crawling his way down her body, until his tongue found the part of her which yearned for him most.
********
Lily loved him. Not just found him bearable, not just liked him enough, she loved him.
The words haunted him every second of the day. He would have to give up quidditch, have to explain to his parents why his notes were about to plummet from lack of care or focus. The world was now a spyglass and she was the only thing on the other side. Damn it all, she loved him.
“I didn’t realize they could get worse.” He could hear Peter moan just off to their side. He didn’t give it a second thought. Lily’s hands were on him, lips opening under his. Oh Merlin, how did we even last an entire class apart?
“Honestly, if I knew that telling women about our animagus form would get me laid, I would’ve—”
“Don’t even joke about that, Pads.”
“What? It seems to work pretty handsomely for Prongs.”
Ignoring them was easy for James, but he could feel Lily become apprehensive underneath him. You would have thought that by the fourth time they had stopped for a snogging session before and after a class his thick-brained mates would have become desensitized. Didn’t they know that they were in love now? That had to count for something.
“Oi! Head boy, Head girl! I don’t think dry humping is on your list of duties!” Sirius yelled, turning the heads of some unsuspecting first years who would have otherwise walked by unnoticed.
Lily groaned into James’ mouth. “I’m going to hex your stupid friends.”
James just continued to kiss her, taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbling. From the corner of his eye he could see Sirius cover Peter’s eyes.
“Please do. I’d love to watch.”
Lily laughed. The damage was already done. Lily pulled away and started to walk casually towards the great lake, allowing the rest of the boys to fall in step with them.
Sirius wedged himself between the couple, wrapping his arms around both of their waists, eliciting a noise of dissent from both parties.
“What? Jealous Black?” Lily snorted, cocking her eyebrow.
“Why Evans? You offering some compensation?” He nuzzled his face into Lily’s shoulder, making her swat at him while James whined a protective hey! at his best mate’s antics. Sirius just turned and repeated the nuzzling on James shoulder, which led to a lot of pushing and laughing.
He had to admit, it felt good. Of course, there was still so much to talk about: they had never really unpacked what the Slytherin’s wrote on the quidditch pitch, nor really went through the finer points of Marauder’s secrets, but she already knew enough to feel a part of the group. Despite the endless tormenting from Sirius and the embarrassed look of Peter everytime she joined them, it made him happy to see her meld with the only other people in his life he cared for more than her.
They all walked down to the lake, stopping under a wide beech tree to throw their things down before sprawling out themselves. Lily sat up against the tree and James laid draped over her, head against her stomach with his arms encircling her waist. She idly played with his hair and he closed his eyes at the feeling.
“So when am I going to be finally initiated into your little club? Is there some sort of secret handshake I’m gonna have to learn? Need to mix some sort of bodily fluids to prove my alliance?”
“Oh Evans, I think you’ve mixed enough bodily fluids—”
“Pads…” James warned, not even opening his eyes.
James could hear Remus sigh, then the sound of a book closing.
“Well what would you like to know? Or I guess I should say, what do you still not know at this point?”
Lily’s hand stilled in his hair, and James blinked his eyes open. All of the rest of the boys had gotten very still besides Remus, who was looking at Lily with soft, calculating eyes. The two of them seemed to share a moment in silence, something that only years of building a trust would have allowed.
James took his cue to sit up, taking the hand that had been curling through his hair and softly caressing it with his thumb. Sirius did not change his lounging position on the ground, but his brows were furrowed in anticipation. Peter sat quite stiff, finding something down by the lakeside more interesting with ruddy cheeks.
“You’re all animagi.”
“Yep,” James and Sirius said in tandem. Peter’s eyes snapped back to the group and took a moment before nodding as well.
“A-and you Remus are a…” She was struggling to say it. Remus gave her a pained, weak smile that James couldn’t quite read.
“A werewolf.” Remus lowered his eyes. Sirius reached out and patted his leg in reassurance.
Lily didn’t say anything. She got up from her spot from the tree and took a step towards Remus, then another, then collapsed down, grabbing hold of him in an embrace. Nobody expected it, even Remus’ eyes going wide before softening. Lily’s face was pushed into his shoulder, but her voice was trembling like she was on the verge of tears.
“Oh, Remus.” He just tightened his grip on her. His eyes were watery, but his mouth was pulled up into a smile against her shoulder.
Nobody moved to pull them apart. There was a part of James that wondered if he should feel jealous of such an intimate moment between his girlfriend and his mate, but the thought dissipated as quick as it came. It had been such a long time coming for them to have this moment, since before he ever even was close to her. In a way, it was anticlimactic. There was nothing Remus needed more in this world than more people on his side that understood him for what he truly was and loved him despite of it. He thought deep down they all knew Lily would be one of those people, but now it was just confirmed.
Lily pulled back and they held each other at arm's length. Lily’s eyes were blurry, but when Remus started to laugh, she began to laugh with him.
“Oh, god, the amount of times I’ve complained about stupid rubbish to you—as though you didn’t have this to deal with.”
Remus just laughed harder. When all of their emotions settled, they continued. It turned out there was not much she didn’t already know. She had figured that one of them had some sort of invisibility cloak due to using it to sneak away on the train, then was hardly surprised to learn that the ruddy parchment she had seen them all carry at one point or another was able to track people’s whereabouts.
James watched as Lily looked down at their handiwork with awe, every so often pushing at a teasing Sirius’ or looking expectantly at Remus for finer detail on certain aspects of the charm. Even Peter finally joined in, gloating about which passageways he had discovered on his own. She never looked more radiant than she did now, completing the picture in his heart of what a family should look like.
“So, you’re telling me that you lot created a complex magical artifact just to…muck around?”
Remus snorted and nodded his head in agreement. Sirius let out a loud laugh, then poked Lily lightly on the cheek.
“Don’t forget watching what your pretty arse was up to. Merlin knows how many days ole’ Prongsy over there laid awake watching your name on this thing.”
Lily snapped her head up. Her eyebrow cocked upwards, a twitch of her mouth betraying her otherwise angry facade.
“Watching me?”
James felt a blush growing on his cheeks.
“Er, I mean–”
Lily just raised her eyebrows higher in a way that said you’ll be answering to that later.
*******
“What’s the big deal, Potter’s favorite hobby is showing your relationship off. He will be a great date.”
“That’s exactly the problem—all of the Slytherin’s will be there..”
“Lils, I promise that the whole school is well aware of you both dating. All your little snogging sessions around the castle have made that abundantly clear.”
Lily groaned and put her face in her hands. Marlene continued to lean back, taking a drag of her cigarette.
“That’s not what I mean,” Lily hissed, “I mean Slughorn’s party will be the perfect place for those arseholes to comment on my blood status where I won’t be able to do anything about it—-and you know James won’t just take that sitting down.”
“And he shouldn’t—look Lil, I don’t even know why you still go to these Slug Club events, especially since Slughorn seems to have cold feet when taking sides these days. Why don’t you just write the whole thing off and—”
Lily flopped herself onto her bed, pushing her head into her pillow.
“You know I can’t. I haven’t missed one since fourth year—plus it’s especially important since I’m Head girl ....”
Marlene snuffed out her cigarette on the post of her bed. “Well—at the very least you will get to rub it in Snape’s face. Bet he will piss himself when he sees you both.”
Lily hadn’t even thought about Snape. Honestly, he hadn’t even crossed her mind since the day that he cornered her in the classroom and Sirius came to get her. She realized she hadn’t seen James get into a duel with him either since they started dating, something that would’ve happened on a semi-regular basis in any other time in their lives. Sirius must have made good on his promise if things were staying so civil, but now being so open in front of him might set it off anew.
She walked down to the common room to find James reading by the fireplace. His tie had somehow loosened to the point of hanging off to one side and his brow furrowed at the contents of the page. Lily hadn’t intended on disturbing him, but the moment she sat, he reached over and pulled her onto his lap, leaving his book for another time.
While she knew that they shouldn’t be basking in as much public displays of affection as they were, it was hard for Lily not to revel in it. There was such a surge of joy every time they saw each other, like there was not enough time in the world to fully appreciate how much love they wanted to share. It was easy to get lost in his touches and kisses when he gave them so openly. She wondered if this was how all loving couples felt, or if they had just surpassed normalcy entirely.
James immediately brought his lips to hers and she willingly let him breathe into her. He made it impossible to focus. His hands were too inviting, his smell too cloying. They might as well retire as Head’s students because they were no longer ever going to get anything done.
“James, I need to ask you something,” she tried to sound convincing, but he continued to kiss her, pulling his tongue against her lower lip while moving her legs to straddle his waist better. Lily opened her eyes and could see a group of poor second years trying not to stare.
“James.”
“I love it when you say my name, even when it is contradicting me,” he started to kiss behind her ear and she tried to stifle a moan. The second years were whispering now.
“James,” she pushed at his chest, “really, it's important. Also, you’re scandalizing the lower classmen.” James turned to the second years and gave a little wave, making all of them flush.
He turned back to her with his glasses still askew and mouth swollen. “The answer is yes, as long as I can keep kissing you.”
He leaned back in but Lily kept him at an arm's length. “I wanted to see if you would go to Slughorn’s Halloween party with me.”
He blinked at her once, twice, then raised his eyebrows.
“Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, all of those tosser Slytherins go to that.”
“You know that Slughorn expects me to go–” she trailed off.
“Yes, let's appease the man who refused to take action on what was written on the quidditch pitch last week.”
Lily slid off his lap, resting on the couch beside him. She knew he had a point. They hadn’t really spoken about what happened the day of the quidditch game, but the effects were still there. McGonagall had tried to get the Slytherin team disqualified for the rest of the season, but Slughorn convinced Dumbledore otherwise—a move that James very vocally opposed in their last Heads’ meeting.
“I don’t want to row about it—I have to go whether you come or not—I’d prefer you did.”
James let out a dramatic groan and leaned his head back on the couch.
“Fine, I’ll go.” Lily jumped back on his lap with delight and kissed his cheek.
“But if anyone says anything nasty to you, you can’t be angry if I hex them.”
“Fine, of course.” Lily continued to kiss the other cheek.
“---And you will pay me back by ravishing me well into the night—.”
“Ah, such conditions for such a silly party.”
“And you will need to make a deposit due immediately of said ravishing, so I know you won’t back out.”
His hands were snaking up her thighs, pushing her skirt dangerously high. Lily thanked Merlin that no one could see their laps at their vantage point. Between her skirt and James’ growing erection, they were not leading by the best example.
“Take it or leave it Evans.”
Before Lily could finish nodding her head, James had stood up, carrying her in his arms up towards the boy’s dorms, leaving their younger colleagues to deduce the outcome for themselves.
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James was being unreasonably quiet. Worryingly so. They had walked in complete silence from the common room to the dungeons—a feat she thought was impossible for him. He even stayed quiet when she complimented him on his dress robes, expecting at the very least a polite compliment in return. Nothing. Instead, he averted his eyes, keeping his hands wedged inside his pockets like he had been hexed dumb.
She started to worry that she was embarrassing him. Lily knew that when Slughorn said “Halloween Party” every year, he just meant a normal stuffy party, but Lily always liked to bring a little flair to the particular event. For a while she did it for fun, but as the conflict about blood status grew beyond the castle, Lily started to think it a point of pride to show off her muggleborn heritage, even in small gestures like wearing a costume.
She had even been pleased with her choice this year. It was not too conspicuous, easily mistaken for an evening gown, but a costume all the same. The deep V neck showed off a bit of cleavage and the black velvet clung to her body. It was a power move for a Head Girl that needed to emit a lot of power.
Normally, James would have been beside himself, afterall he was already a randy teenage boy on a regular day. Instead, he hardly even touched her, keeping a large gap between them as they walked the corridors together, something that just hours earlier would have been sacreligious in his eyes.
When they reached the door to the party, Lily grabbed hold of the handle, already hearing the drone of boring conversations they were about to endure for the next couple hours.
“James–you alright?” James continued to stare down at his shoes. “What’s wrong? I know you don’t want to be here, but I really need you to–”
She was thrown against the door. James’ hands were everywhere all at once, his mouth finding any place it could gain purchase, her exposed shoulders, her neck, the V of skin that peeked out from the dress.
“Evans, you are going to put me in an early grave. What am I supposed to do with you—like this?”
He was pulling at the dress now, running his hand up the high slit on her thigh to reach underneath. Behind her, she could still hear the party so ungodly close, but his touch was muddying her thoughts. It was too easy to give in to him.
The handle turned and James jumped away from her. Lily tried to smooth her hair as much as she could as Sluhorn popped his head out, eyebrows knitted together. Recognizing them, he swung open the door with a flourish of his hand.
“Ah! The Head boy and girl! I was wondering what all that racket was coming from. Come in, come in! Merlin’s Beard I never thought I’d see the day that I would get James Potter to one of my events–though I’ve certainly tried. Ms. Evans you must have done some serious convincing—”
Lily could feel James hand snake around her waist, giving her side a little pinch. Her skin still stung with phantom kisses.
“Oh, you have no idea Professor—It’s a pleasure really.” James painted on a smile that looked utterly saccharine. He pulled her body against his and she could feel him hard against her bum. Merlin help us.
Tables were decorated with sparkling silver and students and guests alike mulled around with drinks and hors d'oeuvres, wearing their best dress robes and finest jewelry. At their arrival, many faces turned, sizing up the two as though they were prized cows at an auction.
Lily tried not to focus on the bulge that was continuing to press into her as James fielded some light banter about Quidditch. It did not go unnoticed that even Slughorn’s eyes blinked down at the deep V cut in the velvet dress, before flashing back up to her face.
“Well, professor, I think we are in need of a drink—will you excuse us?” James didn’t wait for Slughorn to respond, pulling Lily away from him and walking them both towards the bar.
“I know our deal was to get through the party before I got my ravishing,” James hissed into her ear, “ but I think we are going to need to speed up this process. It seems I’m not the only one getting randy by your outfit.”
Lily made an exasperated sigh, taking a drink from the bar cart. She knew there was no escaping now that they had been spotted. They at least would have to make it through dinner before finding some reason to sneak away.
From the other end of the room, a cluster of Slytherins talked in low voices. Lily could see the eyes of Avery and Mulciber gleamed over at them, then a familiar head turned to follow suit. Snape stood petrified, eyes locked on her and James.
Brilliant.
The dinner started with the normal pomp and circumstance. James and Lily were seated close to Slughorn. Being the esteemed Head boy and girl, they were expected to entertain all of the special guests that had come to appease the professor. While feigning his best behavior, James' hand slid up and down her thigh below the table, prompting Lily to jump every so often and James to break into a wider smile.
“Mr. Potter! It’s been an awfully long time since I saw your parents! How are they doing?”
Slughorn leaned over to the wizard next to him, sloshing his sherry. “The Potter’s are a very talented bunch, you know! Fleamont invented Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, though unfortunately I don’t have much hair left to use it!”
Lily turned abruptly to James, who stalled his hand on her thigh.
“What?” James just blinked at her.
“What, What?”
“Your Dad invented Sleekeazys? And your hair still looks like that.”
Slughorn burst into a laugh, chortling about Lily’s knack for being cheeky. James just leaned in until his lips were touching her ear.
“You don’t seem to have a problem with my hair when you pull on it while I’m–” but Lily pushed him away, knowing she was turning red in the face. Thankfully Slughorn didn't seem to notice, barrelling on with the conversation.
“James, you must extend an invitation to your parents next time I hold an event. It has been years since—” But James cut him off and there was a deliberate shift in the air.
“That’s very kind of you Professor, but I’m afraid my parents will probably decline. You see, ever since we took in Sirius, they haven’t been very interested in rubbing elbows with the greater pureblood community.”
There was a deafening silence around the table. James’ smile didn’t falter, but Lily could tell he knew what chaos he was welcoming. He didn’t focus on Slughorn now, but at a smaller boy that was sitting across the table between Snape and Avery. Lily had never really thought much of Regulus Black before, but for someone so deep in the dark arts he had always been relatively civil to her. Now giving him a clear look, he really did look like his brother with deliberate mistakes. He stared back at James with an unreadable expression.
Slughorn cleared his throat. “Ah yes, I heard about that—sad thing, family strife, but if they do change their mind, please let them know they are welcome.”
Slughorn tried to start up a conversation with one of the wizards sitting to his left but James took a sip of his wine and continued, making sure his voice was clear enough for the whole table to hear.
“Actually Professor, since we are on the topic of family, I was curious about how you felt about the accusations written about myself and Ms. Evans on the quidditch pitch last week? I was informed by Professor Dumbledore that you didn’t plan to take any action, which surprises me, seeing as you seem very invested in us otherwise.”
Lily looked at James, who continued to smile as though he wasn’t spewing fighting words out onto the table. His hand squeezed her thigh tightly, an act she couldn’t tell was reassuring or cautionary. From across the table, Snape’s eyes burned into her and she refused to look back, trying to focus anywhere but at the situation.
“My boy, I think it’s hardly time to be discussing—”
“What? Why not? You all seem to love to talk about bloodlines and purity otherwise. Certainly seem interested in how mine is going, judging by the state of the quidditch pitch.”
“James,” Lily warned. James’ face had dropped it’s facade, now looking more angry by the second.
“Lily we can’t just sit here and play tea party while half of these people—”
But Lily stood up, tugging at the back of James’ chair.
“I’m not hungry anymore. It’s time to go.” She stared down at him, her expression completely dark.
“Right.” James stood up. Years of rowing with Lily meant he knew when he had overstepped.
As they walked to the door, Avery pretended to whisper to Mulciber but made sure his voice would carry.
“Think he likes being whipped by a mudblood slut? I wouldn’t be surprised if blood traitors got off on—” but there was a cry and Avery’s head slammed into his plate. He struggled to lift out of his dinner, but it was as though his head was being held down. For a moment, he rose out of the now smashed remnants of his meal and sucked in a breath before an unknown force plunged his face violently back into the plate.
“Sorry? Say something Avery?” Lily turned to watch as Mulciber scrambled to help his friend. James stared at her, undecided if he was in awe of her or utterly terrified. She made one last stern glance at James before pushing past him and out into the corridor.
#james potter#jily#lily evans#hp marauders#jily fanfiction#marauders era#sirius black#james x lily#jple#my writing#catch the wind#hp
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Friday snips
Thanks to @snarky-magpie the tag! It is well and truly Sunday here in Australia but I'm a sucker for a snippet so here we go. A little glimpse of the next chapter of Object Permanence after a pretty brutal cliffhanger. This is a flashback to the early years of Sirius and James from the perspective of my beloved Euphemia Potter.
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Potter Manor, Scotland – 1972
That Christmas during their Second Year at Hogwarts, Sirius came to stay for the first time. His family was in France and had left him behind at school. He seemed delighted by this turn of events.
She pretended to believe Sirius when he told her Walburga and Orion had agreed to let him visit, uncomfortable with the idea of abandoning him to that draughty castle when he so clearly wanted to be at Potter Manor.
Turning a blind eye was the greatest gift she gave James that year. James insisted that Sirius sleep in his room and she heard them laughing and plotting late into the night. She could tell that Sirius was on his best behaviour; he was unfailingly well-mannered at the dining table – a product of years of training under the hawkish eye of Walburga. The problem was he was incapable of maintaining this good behaviour outside of mealtimes.
The first night Sirius stayed, Effie asked him over dinner whether his family had any Christmas traditions that he would like them to include in their celebration.
Sirius winkled his nose in distaste. “You have met my family, right?”
Effie glared at Monty when he snorted into his soup.
“Yeah, Mum,” James added. “I don’t think a mounted House Elf head would look good above the stockings.”
Sirius grinned at him. “Maybe we could put antlers on it.”
“Or a Santa hat,” Monty added, earning himself another glare.
Effie turned her attention to Sirius again. “Well, when do you usually do presents?”
Sirius blinked at her uncomprehendingly. He glanced at James, as if requiring a translation. When James noticed his confusion, his face fell.
Sirius immediately turned back to Effie, eager to smooth over the situation. “Uh,” he said quickly. “In the morning.”
“Good,” she said softly, her heart twisting at the transparent lie. “We do that too.”
Sirius looked relieved that he had gotten the answer right. Something within her thawed slightly - at least until the following morning he and James managed to unearth a cursed suit of armour from the East Wing that trampled her winter vegetable patch.
#dead gay wizards from the 70s#james potter#sirius black#james x sirius#marauders#mwpp#bambibelle#prongsfoot propaganda#prongsfoot#platonic prongsfoot#but also not really platonic#like Sirius was probably already in love at this point tbh#euphemia potter#fleamont potter#Fleamont x Euphemia supremacy#jirius#james potter loves sirius black#sirius black loves james potter
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DOMESTIC FULL MOONS ( vol 3 )
The full moon hung high over the Forbidden Forest, its silvery light filtering through the canopy and casting a serene glow over a small clearing. The night was peaceful, the usual clamor of the transformation softened by the calm of the moonlit surroundings.
Remus had just completed his metamorphosis into Moony, his fur gleaming like stardust. As he adjusted to his wolf form, he spotted Sirius , now Padfoot, sprawled comfortably on the grass nearby. The large black dog’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and curiosity as he observed Moony’s next move.
James , in his animagus form as Prongs, stood watchful and gentle, his antlers casting elongated shadows across the ground. Peter, scurrying around as Wormtail , had already busied himself gathering fallen leaves and twigs.
Moony had a whimsical idea for the night. With a determined gleam in his eyes, he began to dig a small hole in the ground, carefully moving the dirt with his paws. It wasn’t just any hole; it was to be a cozy little nook, a special place where he and Padfoot could rest together under the moonlight.
Once the hole was deep enough and the edges smoothed out, Moony began to gather nearby leaves and twigs. His movements were methodical, almost artistic, as he arranged the leaves in a decorative pattern around the inside of the hole. Each leaf was placed with care, creating a natural and inviting nest.
Padfoot, ever the attentive and affectionate partner, rolled onto his side, watching with a mix of admiration and amusement. As the nook took shape, Moony’s attention turned to decorating Padfoot himself. With a playful nudge, he encouraged Padfoot to come closer. Padfoot complied, lying still as Moony began to adorn his black fur with leaves.
Moony placed the leaves carefully, creating a playful and whimsical effect. The leaves, in varying shades of green and gold, clung to Padfoot’s fur, giving him a charming, woodland look. Padfoot’s eyes twinkled with delight, and he gave a soft, contented bark as Moony worked.
After a while, Moony finished his work and lay down beside Padfoot in their newly created nook. The two of them curled up together, surrounded by the soft, leafy bed that Moony had crafted. The clearing was filled with a sense of tranquility, the soft glow of the moonlight adding to the serene atmosphere.
As the night wore on and dawn began to approach, Sirius slowly awoke. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked in surprise at the gentle weight of leaves on his hair. As he stretched and shook himself awake, the leaves scattered gently, some falling around him and others clinging to his hair in an amusing array of patterns.
Remus, still lying comfortably beside Sirius, looked up with a soft, happy sigh. The sight of Sirius waking up with leaves in his hair was both endearing and amusing. Sirius, noticing Remus’s gaze, gave a playful huff and then a soft bark of amusement.
“Looks like I’m a walking nature exhibit,” Sirius said, his voice warm with affection. He nudged Remus gently, the leaves rustling as he did.
Remus responded with a happy, contented hum, nuzzling Sirius’s shoulder. “You look perfect,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth and love.
#marauders#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#james potter#peter pettigrew#werewolf remus lupin#lycanthropy#werewolves#full moons#domestic full moons#transformation#padfoot trying to impress moony#padfoot loves moony#moony x padfoot#remus x sirius#Sirius loves Remus#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#moony#Wormtail#Padfoot#prongs#domestic full moons vol 3#moony trying to cozy up Padfoot#wolfstar microfic
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Runaways
Role swap AU in which Remus and Sirius run away together! Maybe Ill make a part two? Let me know! Angst, fleeing authority, hurt/comfort, mentions of murder and blood etc. Wordcount: 1208
The silence was painful on Sirius’ eardrums. The streets covered in crimson, leading up to the tall man leaning against the wall. Silent. Calm. Looking down at the antler piece in his blood-stained hand.
“Remus-“
He said, starting towards the other who raised his head ever so slowly. Such a calm gaze. Like someone satisfied to have gotten a job done. Sirius’ face was twitching between disbelief and nervous grinning. He wasn’t happy, of course. So even though he had been suspecting Remus… he knew the other wasn’t calm. Even if he looked like it. Seeming calm and calculative as ever but on the inside, Remus knew he was done for.
Sirius grabbed his hand.
“Stop it, Padfoot. They’re going to lock me up, you don’t have to… I don’t want you caught up in this. Go away. Before the Aurors are here.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you, Crescent.”
Remus grunted, knowing the other wouldn’t give in so easily. Sirens sounded in the distance. Of course, a whole street blown up, thirteen corpses, would not go unnoticed. There was no time to argue but if he brought Sirius along and they got caught… there was no right way about this. The tattooed man’s hand only tightened around his own.
“A werewolf Sirius-”
“It’s not a full moon.”
“That doesn’t matter to them.”
Because it didn’t. Not in these times. If the authorities saw this blood bath and a werewolf among it, the oh-so-brave and amazing James Potter gone without a trace, a deer slaughtered with only a piece of antler left… the helpless but kind Peter Pettigrew murdered. Nothing would matter. No proof in the world. If they even gave him the chance to bring forth proof.
“You will probably never live normally again, Sirius, your reputation…”
“I couldn’t give any less of a damn.”
Before they even knew it, they were running. Faster even than they thought their feet could take them. Faster than they’d ever run from the quidditch pitch to the whomping willow. It was hard to breathe in the cold night air, the people and lights and everything around them a blur.
As they briefly stopped to decide on a direction, Remus locked eyes with someone; a man with a scarred face, more scarred even than his own. A staff almost the size of his body, grim looking. Alastor Moody. His face dropped but he heard the Auror’s faint voice:
“Nobody here, we’re looking elsewhere.”
Remus had never felt so relieved in his life, but he knew he had to pull Sirius further, pulling him away from where the authorities were. It was scary but also strangely freeing to run into the night like this. The only thing calming him was knowing that whether they’d run or not, the punishment would be the same. In Azkaban, it didn’t matter whether you were in for 25 years or a lifetime. You’d be insane beyond repair after just a few years either way.
“I know you hate the motorcycle but for once I’m going to need you to get on it.”
Sirius said. They’d been running for longer than it had felt like with the panic and had by now reached Grimmauld Place. There was no time to gather things, however, and so Remus rushed to climb onto the motorcycle behind the one whose trust he didn’t deserve.
“I’ve been thinking you were…”
“Quiet Remus. I did too. But it doesn’t matter now.”
It really didn’t. They both knew it was James who sold out Peter to Voldemort. They still didn’t know why an innocent, kind, imperfect but gentle soul had to die so gruesomely. Maybe there was more to it than the two of them knew. But they’d have time in hiding to think about it. For now, however, Remus was completely helpless. Holding onto Sirius tightly as the motorcycle lifted off the ground, a bit louder than beneficial. His head rested on the other’s shoulder, breathing in the soft scent of cinnamon:
“Tell me when you get too tired…”
“You can’t even drive this thing, love.”
He sighed, knowing Sirius was right. He was completely useless right now. As he had always been. He didn’t want Sirius risking his freedom for him like that, even if he was innocent, but he was utterly selfish for being unable to imagine living without him. Unable to imagine successfully sending him away to be free. God, he loved and needed him so much.
Somewhere over the ocean, Remus fell asleep. Sirius summoned strings from his wand to keep him from falling off, tied tightly to himself. He knew Remus’s fears, thoughts, and insecurities. But also, that none of them reflected reality. He loved the other, and he would not let him be taken away for even a moment. Running away? Hiding for however long it’d be necessary? Hell, if they got caught and kissed by the dementors together, at least he’d know he tried to save someone innocent. The thought brought a strange kind of smile to his lips.
“How about Germany, Moony? I heard they have beautiful old architecture in some places. We could get a beautiful old house for ourselves.”
A farmhouse, maybe. An abandoned one. It would be hard to hide without the protection of a Fidelius Charm. Impossible maybe. But if he could keep his crescent safe for even just a day, he would be more than happy. It was nice, in a way, to imagine learning German together and starting a new life, even if hidden and lonely. He was already thinking about a new hair color, a nice chestnut brown perhaps, to hide among the muggles. It would be harder for Remus for sure, he wasn’t an Animagus. He couldn’t just hide as a dog as he could. And his scars… they were so identifiable. A sigh escaped him as he tried to convince himself that they’d make it longer than a week, though he didn’t dare raise his hopes too high at the same time.
“Moody saw us.”
Remus suddenly muttered, half awake.
“Moody? Alastor Moody? The Auror?”
Sirius asked, in disbelief; why weren’t they already in Azkaban then?
“He told his colleagues nobody was there. He let us go.”
It seemed like a dream. Alastor Moody didn’t just let people go. He was known for catching everyone who needed to be caught. Why didn’t he just stop them?
“He thinks we’re innocent.”
Remus concluded cleverly, feeling as Sirius let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Moody had power. Not the highest power, but still. If he thought they were innocent, and if he wanted to help them… then he’d be able to keep people off their track, even if just for a while.
“Where are we headed?”
“Germany.”
A kiss fell on his neck as Remus hummed in acknowledgment:
“Sounds lovely.”
And so, all they could do for now was fly high up in the clouds and look for a place to stay, knowing that at least one person had their back and they might even make it through a month or more. Sirius smiled as he realized this and allowed his hopes to climb just a little higher. Maybe they would be okay.
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