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moonstruckme · 5 months ago
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hellooow i love your writing and characterization is so good 🤌🤌🤌 could you write something about james and r talking about their future together and james is like "yess and we'll live in a nice house with two or three little us running around!!" and reader is like "haha thats so cute love but i don't want kids... ._."
Thanks for requesting!
modern au
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You tsk, adding a picture to your pinterest board. “It’s decided. Someday, when we move out of this apartment, I simply can’t live without a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.” 
“Mm.” James’ hum vibrates on your chest. He’s been lying there for some time, in and out of dozing while you’re on your phone. “I think that can be arranged. I want a fireplace.” 
“You just want to chop up wood.” 
You feel his smile spread against your skin. “And so what if I do?” 
“It wasn’t a criticism. So long as I can come watch.” 
His laugh is a warm puff of air, followed by a soft kiss just below your collarbone. This commences a fascination that involves his lips making a slow, idle perusal of your skin. “Do you think you want a big house?” 
“Not really.” Your attention has been pulled from your screen, the sight below you too adorable to ignore. You thread your fingers into James’ hair. “Too much cleaning. Honestly, if you have any questions you should just look at my pinterest. I’ve got it all laid out. We can make room for whatever TV you want, though, I suppose. Plus a secret tunnel to Sirius’ and Remus’.” 
“Obviously,” he agrees. “Yeah, I’m the same. All I need is my fireplace, you, and maybe a nice backyard for the kids.” 
Your hand stills on James’ head as a heavy weight drops into your chest. 
You’ve managed to evade this conversation, you’re not sure how. You’re not sure why either. Maybe just to make a good thing last, for as long as you could. But you know how much James loves kids. And if you’re honest with yourself, this, the proof that he does expect them one day, has always felt inevitable. You feel like a liar for not bringing it up with him sooner. 
Maybe it worsens your deception, but you keep your tone light as you ask, “Would you settle for a backyard for a couple of dogs instead?”
James gives a little laugh, tinged with bemusement. It makes you feel worse. 
“Or cats,” you say, voice growing smaller. “Or no pets, up to you.” 
It’s probably your obvious unease that tips him off. James looks up at you. You straighten his glasses for him automatically. 
“What do you mean?” he asks, and there’s no accusation in his tone, only curiosity. 
A low buzzing burrows into your ears, not unlike how you imagine it’d sound if you were drowning. 
“I don’t really want kids.” 
James’ face falls, and your heart splinters. 
“You don’t?” It’s like he thinks he might’ve misheard you. 
You shake your head. “I’m sorry,” you say, immediately angry with yourself for apologizing but not angry enough to overshadow your guilt. “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I just don’t. It’s not that I hate kids or anything, I just, I don’t want to have any of my own.” 
“Oh.” The word seems to leave James on a breath, faint and hollow. “Okay.” 
Your eyes burn, and you cannot cry right now but you can’t seem to shut up either. “If I ever did want to, it would be with you. But I just—” your voice fractures “—I don’t want to bring kids into a home that doesn’t want them, even if—if it’s only me that doesn’t. It’s not fair.” 
“No, you’re right.” James’ voice sounds a bit more like him now. He’s nodding, slowly, like he’s still wrapping his head around things. “You shouldn’t have kids if you don’t want them. For you and for them.” 
You nod. Hot tears trudge down your cheeks. 
Wordlessly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your shoulders. James is a really good hugger. Tight and warm, like he’s given and received plenty in his life. You know he’d be a great dad. Any kid would be lucky to have him, someone who comes from a love passed down and strengthened through generations. You’re just not meant to be a mom. 
You hold onto each other tightly, and you wonder if it’s the last time you will. You know in your heart that you’re doing the right thing for yourself, that you should never make such a life-altering choice based on someone else, but right now you’re desperate enough to consider it. You think you might do anything to keep him. 
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. 
James pushes his face into your neck. You think, to your horror, that he might be crying too. 
“It’s okay,” he says. “I don’t want you to be sorry, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.” 
“I wish that I wanted to.” 
“You don’t. It’s okay.” 
You sit there like that for long minutes. When James pulls back, he sets his hands to your face, smiling ruefully as he thumbs away your tears. You choke out a little laugh and do the same for him. You have the urge to kiss his cheek, warm and beloved, but you don’t know if you should. 
“We can have pets,” he says in a quiet, rough voice. “And if Sirius and Rem or Lily or anyone has kids, I can just be their favorite uncle.” 
“You would be,” you say. “Being their aunt would be fun, too.” You study him anxiously. “Are you sure?” 
James’ lies down beside you, seemingly exhausted. “Sure about what?” 
You chew the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know, I guess that you’re okay with this.” 
He doesn’t answer right away, which you appreciate. You want him to think about it. A sigh leaves him, long and heavy. “It’s going to take me a while to get used to the idea,” he says finally. 
“But…for right now, you don’t want to break up?” 
“What?” James turns to look at you. Whatever he sees makes his face soften. “Oh—no, honey, I don’t want that. That wasn’t even…I wasn’t thinking like that.”
“Are you sure?” you ask again, though it threatens to bring another wave of tears. “I know you pictured things differently. I’d get it.” 
“I always wanted all of that with you,” he says, soft and yet somehow firm. “It’s going to take me some time to change how I picture the rest, but you’re not going anywhere. Not if I can help it.” His mouth curves slightly as he holds out his hand in invitation. You place yours in it. He brings your palm to his lips, kissing your heart line. “It’s you and me, yeah?” 
A pleasant feeling skitters up your arm to sit in your chest. “Yeah.”
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ultravioletbrit · 1 month ago
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“close” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 558 words
“feast” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 14 - @noblehouseofgay
Regulus is standing in the doorway to the kitchen staring at James. He’s frozen and couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He keeps looking back and forth between the table and James, who’s standing in the middle of the kitchen looking more and more anxious by the second.
Regulus wants to say something, but he has no idea what to say and he’s so close to tears that if he opens his mouth, all that would come out would be an embarrassing sob. He’s already standing here like a frozen idiot; he doesn’t want to end up a blubbering mess on the floor also.  
“I… erm… sorry if this is weird… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable… you don’t have to stay… I just thought… erm… I’m not sure… maybe I wasn’t really thinking… this is too much, right?… I knew it… I didn’t mean… you can just…”
“Why?” Is all Regulus can get out to cut off James’ rambling spiral.
James stops abruptly and looks over at Regulus and they both shift their eyes to the table. There’s a nicer table cloth, two candles, and a small dinner—a chicken dish, rice, naan and hummus—that looks delicious, but was clearly not made by Effie.
“Erm… well, mom and dad went out tonight… and erm… Sirius went over to Remus’… so it’s just you and me for dinner.” He shrugs. “Erm… mom gave me some money for takeaway… but, I don’t know… I just thought this might be nice… but I know it’s too much.” James walks over to the table and reaches for one of the plates. “I’ll just take—”
“Stop!” Regulus shouts, a little too loudly. James startles and almost drops a plate, but Regulus’ feet seem to be working again and he’s in front of James in an instant. Regulus puts his hands on tops of James’, steadying the plate. “What is this?” Regulus says and he still sounds like he might cry. “Did you make this?”
James shrugs again. “I mean, it’s not a feast or anything. I can really only make the one thing. But I thought it might be nice. But if it’s too much or too weird or too soon, I can take it all away and order a pizza or—” James is saying all in one breath.
Regulus pushes up on his toes to cut him off with a kiss. “Don’t you dare take this away.” Regulus whispers when they break the kiss and tightens his grip on the plate so James can’t take it. “No one’s ever made me dinner before.” He can feel his bottom lip start to quiver and James gives him a curious look. “I mean, other than your mom, but those are family dinners. No one’s ever made me dinner. Just me.” And his voice final cracks and he makes an embarrassing whimper to protest when James takes the plate.
James chuckles fondly under his breath as he puts the plate on the table and takes Regulus into his arms. He lifts one hand to his cheek to brush away the tear that’s fallen.
“Well, I kind of, sort of like you.” James whispers as he wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist.
Regulus chuckles softly, “I kind of, sort of like you, too.” And he wraps his arms around James’ neck and pushes to his toes for another kiss.
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emlovessid · 4 months ago
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@into-the-jeggyverse for the bingo prompt hide and seek, 665 words bingo masterpost
Dating your best friend's brother is great. Until you break up.
Because unlike other break ups, where you never have to see them again, there's no escaping them when they're – you guessed it – your best friend's brother. You see them at birthdays and pub trivia and Christmas.
And dinner on a random Thursday evening in October.
Dinner itself had been fine, James sitting next to Remus and Regulus sitting next to Sirius, Teddy a delightful and welcome buffer between them all.
"Alright, Teddy. Count to ten and then you come find us, okay?" Sirius says, ruffling his hair.
Covering his eyes with his small hands, Teddy begins to count, "One, two, three…" and they all scatter.
James makes a beeline straight for the hallway closet where Sirius and Remus keep their coats and umbrellas. He's just gotten settled, sitting down cross-legged in the space, when the closet door opens and Jesus Christ—
"Oh, shit. Sorry," Regulus says, eyes looking everywhere but at James.
He steps back and is seemingly about the close the door again when they hear Teddy shout from the kitchen, "Ready or not, here I come!"
Their eyes are both wide as they meet, before Regulus makes a split second decision and steps into the closet beside James and closing the door on them both.
James isn't sure whether he wants to laugh or cry. Maybe both.
It's one thing to be amicable with your ex from a distance, when there's other people around and you don't actually have to interact with them beyond a polite hello and goodbye. But it's a completely different scenario to be sitting in an enclosed space with your ex, your side pressing up against a body you still know like the back of your hand, even though you have no right to.
"Sorry," Regulus says eventually, his voice quiet. "I heard Ted and I panicked."
Chuckling, he says, "Can you imagine the horror? Losing hide and seek to a four year old."
"Oh, piss off," he laughs.
And just like that the tension between them breaks, the air around them feeling less heavy. It almost feels like they're them again.
"This feels like old times, eh? You and me, both in the closet," James says and immediately regrets it, cringeing at his own joke.
"Wow, that was bad, even for you."
"I know. Please forget I said anything," he groans.
"Gladly."
They're quiet again for a moment, Teddy's voice distant as it travels from the other end of the house.
"It does kind of feel like old times though, you cooking tonight. God, I've missed your carbonara," James says with a wistful sigh.
He's not expecting Regulus to respond with, "I miss you folding my laundry. I've never been able to get the t-shirts right."
He should leave it at that, but his mouth is already moving and the words are tumbling out, "I miss your shampoo, it always smelled better than mine." This is where he should really, really stop talking, but the words just won't stop, rolling off his tongue before his brain has even registered what he's about to say. "I miss how you'd bite my lip when we made out. The noises you'd make while I was fucking y—"
He's cut off by lips on his, a warm weight in his lap as Regulus throws a leg over him to straddle his waist. James doesn't waste any time reciprocating, hands settling on Regulus' hips as he licks into his mouth. The moan he lets out as Regulus bites down on his bottom lip is obscene, all thoughts of the game of hide and seek they're actively playing wiped from his mind as his hands slide down to grip Regulus' arse through his jeans.
And then the closet door opens.
Teddy is giggling as he shouts, "Found you!"
But Teddy's excitement is overshadowed by his dads standing behind him; Remus laughing and Sirius shaking his head as he mutters, "I fucking knew it!"
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maybetheyredrunk · 1 month ago
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tw: angst, self-harm, suicide attempts, death.
REGULUS BLACK
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Regulus is heartbroken when James and Lily starts dating.
He doesn't realise why.
And then Remus is talking about Sirius, and saying similar things to what's in his head. "He makes me feel loved, and safe, and wanted. The way he laughs, the way he talks. That's why I love him." And that's when Regulus realises. Oh shit, maybe I love him. The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way James is the sun to his sky.
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James is oblivious for a while.
But then Lily realises she doesn't love James the way she feels like she should.
James and Lily break up, stay friends, and James realises he loves Regulus. The way he smiles, when James gets his attention, or he reads a book that he loves. The quietness. The way he bursts out with his opinions if he feels strongly about something. Regulus finally loving the person who he wants to, openly.
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They go up to the Astronomy tower each Sunday, just talking. Each Sunday turns into twice a week. Twice a week into every other day. Every other day into every day. And they're so happy. And Sirius is all "You're dating my baby brother!" and "Brotherfucker." and "Ugh.", but inside he's so happy to see Regulus loving someone openly and fully. And Remus supports the both of them, and so does Peter, and Lily, and Dorcas, and Marlene.
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Then Walburga and Orion make Regulus get the Dark Mark.
He's screaming, crying, begging them not to. "Please Mom, please Dad, I can't lose this." Throwing himself in front of them, trying to run away.
Him eventually realising: It doesn't work.
So he gets the Mark. Stays silent as the needle punctures his flesh over and over again.
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And then runs to Hogwarts.
Regulus sobbing in the common room of Slytherin, arm swollen and bleeding as he tries to rip the ink out of his skin with his nails, held by an equally sad Evan and Barty.
Sobbing because he's going to lose his brother again, going to lose his friends, his boyfriend, because of ink that he didn't want.
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Him trying to grab a knife, scissors. Evan and Barty have to restrain him and watch him constantly, making sure he doesn't carve out flesh from his bones.
So the Dark Mark is permanent.
And Regulus would rather see his boyfriend, the love of his life, not know him, rather than see James hate him for what he didn't want to become.
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So he goes to the Astronomy tower after having ignored James for weeks. James didn't know why.
And he tells him. "I got the Mark." And shows him his arm.
And James' eyes widen.
And then - "Wait Reg-"
Regulus sobbing out one word, doubled over in pain, wishing he could go to James. One word.
"Obliviate."
And Regulus erases all of James' memories of him, he's powerful and precise enough to.
And James leaves the tower, confused as to why he went up there in the first place.
And Regulus is sobbing, tears running down his face, hair messed up, clutching at the railing of the tower, wishing he could get the mark away, would do anything. Anything to ease the pain.
He climbs onto the rail. Decides life isn't really worth living anymore, not without his sun. Evan and Barty see him, and run for him, and barely manage to catch him in time.
He makes three more attempts before realising he can't.
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So he runs.
Runs so he doesn't have to see that James and Lily get back together, happy and oblivious. Lily's confused as to what happened to Regulus. Regulus who disappeared. Runs so he doesn't have to face Sirius, his disappointment and anger. Runs so Remus can't find him, his kind words and gentleness would make him unravel. Runs so none of his friends can follow. Barty and Evan search for a long time. But they never find him.
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James is 18 when Regulus leaves. He's 17. Regulus dies the same year. Trying to make a difference. Regretting that he didn't earlier.
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And as he lies on the cold hard ground of the island, Kreacher beside him, holding his stomach in pain from the liquid, but the Horcrux destroyed, he thinks. Of James. Of his smile. Of his laugh. Of his kisses. The way he lit up Regulus' world, because he was the sun to Regulus' sky, because Regulus needed James to be bright.
And he thinks. I'm sorry. He's left a note.
But he doesn't expect James to find it. Ever.
Regulus is 17 when he dies.
And he wishes that he had longer.
But even the brightest stars all fade.
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lucycore · 3 days ago
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Harry Potter Headcanons
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₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊ ˚ ☁️✨️☁️ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚₊
For all the people with daddy issues.
Summary: Now how do I explain this? It's pretty much about you having daddy issues and therefore what would include dating these older men.
Includes: Severus, Sirius, Remus, Lucius,
☁️ fluff ☁️ reader is 18 or older
˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘
Severus:
Very protective obviously
Worries a lot about your well being
Would keep you save from voldy & death eaters..He just doesn't want you to be involved
Can be strict sometimes about who you interact with
He loves when you sit on his lap
He would teach you a lot about potions & dark arts how to defend yourself not how to practice it
Keeps the relationship with you very private
A lot of hugs and kisses
He can get sometimes a little rough but obsesses over you
Also very calm as it's not in his nature to yell when he's mad
Sirius:
Lot's of kisses on the forehead
His kissing is very gentle even when you make out with him
He loves to stroke your hair and tell you how good you are & all that sweet stuff to make you feel loved
Cares about you like a real dad
You're his first priority even above Harry
Lots of late night cuddles
Likes to tell you stories..Sometimes you fall asleep to them
Loves to take you on little walks also at night in the moonlight
Very gentle with words & touches
Would never make you feel uncomfortable
Remus:
He is so sweet to you. Can get little serious/strict with you but never yells
Is literally the best at cheering you up
Likes to give you chocolate no matter if you're upset or not
Handles situations where you're crying really good like he's not awkward or something.
Cuddles you a lot or just give you hugs
He is more of a hugger than kisser but he loves to kiss you don't get me wrong there
Also very gentle with words & touches even more than Sirius
Loves to see you smile..I think your smile is what he loves most about you
He smiles a lot at you & listens to your troubles whenever you need to open up to him. It never annoys him & he always has a good opinion & resolution or just simply shares what he has to say.
Loves to hold your hands & kiss them to show how much he honors you.
Lucius:
Dude i don't even know I feel like he would add to your daddy issues haha but no in all seriousness
You're his princess. Literally.
He takes you shopping & you can buy whatever you like
A lot of gifs but also lots of sweet words
He praises you a lot
He is always very proud of you no matter what you do
Loves kissing you and having you sit on his lap
Also loves when you cuddle into him, your face in his chest.
A lot of compliments & prioritizes to make you feel safe no matter how much he's shitting his pants (referring to his state in HP 6&7)
He finds it very romantic to slow dance with you & look you deep into the eyes with much love in them.
Something Important I can't stress enough: Daddy issues or father complex is a real condition that only people with a bad father can have. So if you have a good or ok relationship with your father but you like older men, you do not have daddy issues but a preference which is called 'daddykink'. Stop for fucks sake romanticizing a psychological condition. Not all people with daddy issues like older men btw.
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whorediaries-09 · 10 months ago
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imagine eldest daughter!reader not being able to love anyone and flinch whenever someone touches her, and remus being the only person that can touch her and stay with her while she wants to be alone
oh wow. did u really have to...call me out like that?
archer;
pairing- remus lupin x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, details of child abuse, touch sensitivity. (let me know if should add more) a/n- i really went ✨self - indulgent ✨ on this one.
ps- the beginning is from the movie 'five feet apart'. it's a really good one, make sure to check it out.
little train
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' i've been the archer, i've been the prey.'
touch. the first form of communication. it began with a soft caress of the finger. or the brush of lips on cheeks. it connects one in the times of happiness, bolsters one in the time of fear and excites one in times of passion and love.
to be touched, was to communicate the feeling of security, the feeling of safety and comfort. but to understand the importance of touch, was different, was difficult. to need the touch from the one you loved was as important as the air needed to breathe.
and you understood it's importance, the need when you had none. perhaps it was because you didn't feel the security, the feeling of being safe when you were being touched. even a simple hug or a handshake could set off ringing bells in your head.
it reminded you of the time when your mother would slap down her hands on your back for a small mishap like spilling the juice on the floor. or burn her cigarettes onto your skin, punishing you for wasting the juice and make you clean up.
'you stupid bitch! i don't have enough fucking money for you to spill juice all over the stupid floor!' she'd scream, boxing your ears. she'd pull you by your ears, taking a ladle and letting the wooden handle rain on your back, make you understand the consequences of your mistake.
'please don't cry angel, she'll beat you again,' your father would comfort you, rubbing a cool soothing balm on your burning wounds. you'd cry into the safety of his arms, his callous and rough palms soothing you. his voice was deep and warm, and he'd hold your face close to his chest to let you cry, so your voice was as muffled as possible. the tears would stick on your face and you blacked out, the exhaustion so deeply rooted within your body. you'd fall asleep in his arms.
because the monsters were gone, and your dad was home.
it was difficult to make friends within the community of witches and wizards. where everyone had their own fears but they had mastered the facade of pretend, to hide behind their smiles. and even in this difficult time, when the war was at large, people still found a way to sneak in a ray of hope and happiness into their life.
they appreciated the hugs and kisses. they never knew when they'd lose it. so you watched from a distance as ron weasley was smothered in kisses by molly weasley. and even though he puckered up his face, by his calm stature, you knew he enjoyed it. he liked it and appreciated it.
but oh how you hated it. you hated the fact that you'd have to stand different, reflect within the clouds of happy cheerful faces. perhaps it was you who was in the wrong. you hated the fact that you flinched when somebody tried to touch you. you wanted to feel the same comfort the others felt when they were touched.
'want another drink?' hermione asked, grabbing your attention from the overwhelming scene that played out in front of you. mrs. weasley going around and distributing gifts amongst the children. hermione had been scratching a purring crookshank's ears. your eyes darted down on your lap, where your finger circled around the rim of the empty cup.
'no thanks,' you smiled.
'you must try the eggnog! sirius is the best at making it!' harry said, a proud smile on his face. sirius threw his arm around his shoulders.
'it's fine harry, i'm sure you've never tried other variations of eggnog, if you find mine to be the best,'
'it'll always be the best to me, sirius,' harry said. sirius let out his usual bark like laughter, his gray eyes full of a raw emotion. in harry's eyes, he saw himself to be the father figure he never had.
'you flatter, me harry james potter, you really do.'
'he's not flattering you sirius, you know your way around the kitchen.' remus said, walking through the door. he set down his battered coat onto the chair. with a loud creak, he pulled it out his chair.
you noticed the aging lines around his eyes and lips. his usually pale skin was red. you assumed it was due to the lack of a muffler and the cold gusts of wind that blew outside. he tried to warm himself up by blowing air within the crevice of his palms and rubbing them together. when he noticed you staring at him, he smiled at you.
'merry christmas,' he whispered. his voice was deep and rich, a beautiful vibrato from the depth of his throat. you gulped slowly, watching as the redness from his face slowly faded as he gave you a warm smile. you felt your heart drown in an inexplainable cozy feeling. you smiled back, toasting the air with your empty glass.
'merry christmas,'
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the marks on your skin were evident. to be best described, they were like crescent moons staining your skin. the cause, however was not as pretty as the description.
to be wearing full sleeves on a hot summer day was exhausting and itchy, but it was the only solution to hide the burns from the time when your mother had decided to use you as her ashtray. the abuse had been settling upon you. your mother had been growing sicker as each day passed by.
and grief was a weird thing. you wanted to be sad that your mother was sick, and as each day passed, the days of her life were coming to and end. the woman that birthed you, that cared for you- that threw you into an emotional turmoil when your brother was born was dying.
you didn't feel grief, but neither did you feel happy. you were numb, trying to escape the coddling fumes of the tremendous torture you'd been through. to try and be the best role model for your brother.
to try and not keep a corpse in the cradle.
and again, in the realms of your plethora of emotions, you were numb. you didn't feel the pain when you jumped in front of the curse that was thrown at sirius, dodging him away from the soul trapping veil. it was like a white hot curse that burned through your skin and your mother's voice echoed in your brain.
your eyes closed, and while you could still hear your heart beating and the obnoxious screams, you let the darkness succumb you into a madness of sereness. perhaps you'd meet your mother again. perhaps you'll ask her if she ever loved you. perhaps, you'd asked her why she'd have to make you adore her with her hands around your neck.
perhaps you'd ask her the reason she set fire to the rain.
so, when your senses start numbing and you feel yourself falling on the cold hard ground with your head bursting open, you let the blood flow. you don't dream of the warm, calloused hands tending to your wounds and buying you ice cream to allow your mood to lighten. you don't dream about the monsters who were gone when your dad was home. perhaps you'd meet your dad when the world succumbs.
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the moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, falling on your face. the sheets underneath you were warm and cozy, pulling you into a beautiful haze of sleep. your eyelids were heavy when you opened them, and you slowly tried to move around, searching for recognition of the place.
you could only recognize the slumped up man sitting within the folds of his jacket. his hands were wrapped around a folded newspaper. his mouth was open slightly, and through the lens of your groggy drowsiness, you could see the lines on his chapped lips, the wrinkles around his eyes. his spectacles dangled off the edge of his nose.
slowly, under the sheets, you wriggled your toes to feel your body. you suddenly felt as if you were on fire. as if somebody had slayed you alive. you were laying down, for once, and not escaping the endless turmoil thrown at your back. for once, you didn't feel discomfort laying down and not doing anything. but it was hot under the sheets.
'sleep well?' remus asked, rubbing his eyes and fixing the angle of his spectacles. it surprised you, and you flinched slightly. he gets up, keeping his jacket on the chair he'd been sleeping on.
the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened. you felt his eyes wander over you. he lower lip was tucked under his teeth, his hands buried in his pockets. he waits patiently for you to answer.
'yes, mr. lupin. where am i?'
'call me remus please. you're at my house. the order's headquarters weren't safe for you anymore. that's because the death eaters are after you. well specifically bellatrix, because you dodged the curse she threw at sirius. for old times sake, she wanted to end it for once and for all.'
you gulp slowly, letting the realization settle into you. you move your fingers slowly under the sheets, testing your capacity to move. you felt bandage clothe rip into your skin.
'you've broken your fingers.' he says moving closer to your form, lying on the bed. 'it's brutal, because your skeletal muscles have been damaged too. do you understand?' he says patiently, gently. you feel a clump in your throat which burns down into your very core. it makes your eyes water.
'y-yes,' you say, your voice wobbly. he stands beside you, letting you fight your tears. he doesn't say anything. and perhaps, you don't want him to.
it's as if, he can't ever leave you. as if he would stay. so, for once, when his gentle, calloused hands touch your body, helping you sit up, you don't find yourself running away from him. you find yourself chased into his warmth, which echoes a gentleness that stills your heart.
because, there's no invisible smoke, or a fire within the crevices of your body. he helps you hold onto him.
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suugarbabe · 1 year ago
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You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤
Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.
Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬
For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.
Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:
I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!
While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.
Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.
James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.
So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.
Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.
And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!
Thank you love x
The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.
In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.
What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.
When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?
"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.
Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.
When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.
It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).
To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.
When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"
After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.
What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.
"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"
Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"
You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"
Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."
Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."
At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"
When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"
You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."
You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."
You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.
Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."
When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"
"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.
"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.
Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."
This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."
"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.
"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.
Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."
Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.
"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.
As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."
Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."
Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."
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lulublack90 · 7 months ago
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Prompt 8 - Teenagers
@wolfstarmicrofic July 8, word count 868
Sirius flopped dramatically onto Remus’s bed. 
“Get off, Padfoot!” Remus grumbled, nudging him with his feet. He was too tired to outright shove him, but he was in no mood to deal with him. Everything ached. It had been a bad moon last night and all he wanted was to sleep. But the others didn’t know about his furry little secret, and he had to keep it that way. 
He had a few half-healed wounds on his back and chest and having Sirius bounce on his bed had definitely knocked the scabs loose on a few. “Can’t you go find Prongs or Wormtail and annoy them?” He sank back into his pillow, unable to hold himself up any more. 
“I’d rather annoy you,” Sirius grinned at him, flipping over so he was inches away from Remus. 
Remus reared back, his neck cracking angrily as his body protested at the sudden movement. “Hey, calm down, Moony,” Sirius reached out to him, but Remus didn’t want to be touched. 
“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Remus screamed. He felt the magic leaving his body before he could do anything about it. 
Sirius flew from Remus’s bed and collided with the bedpost of Peter’s bed. “Sirius, Sirius, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…” Remus was crying as he dragged himself to Sirius’s side. “Sirius, I’m so sorry,” His hands flailed in front of him, not daring to touch Sirius until he said it was okay. 
“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay Remus, see.” Sirius cradled Remus’s head in his hands, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “I should have known better not to push you after a full moon, I just wanted to take your mind off it.” 
Remus froze, his eyes widening in horror when he realised what Sirius had just said. This was it then? It had finally happened, someone had figured it out. He supposed it had only been a matter of time before someone did. He’d have to pack his belongings and go back to that damp Welsh cottage where his Father couldn’t bear to look at him and his Mother didn’t understand. He’d be locked in that silver-lined bunker Lyall had dug in their garden, where he was chained to the floor and left until the morning. His mother cried every time Lyall brought him back into the kitchen and attempted to heal the claw marks that marred his skin. Well, Hogwarts was good while it lasted. He’d managed a year and a half at least. He wondered if they’d snap his wand. He thought he’d freak out when this happened, but he just felt sad. Sad that he’d be alone again and that he’d lose the friends he held so dear all over something he couldn’t even help. “Come on let’s get you back into bed, yeah,” Sirius said gently. Remus shook his head, snapping himself out of his tumultuous thoughts. 
“What do you mean? I need to start packing and owl my Dad to come get me.” He started to collect his books and parchment, tossing them into his open trunk. His legs wobbled, he needed to lie down. He bit back a sob when he thought about the long walk and all the stairs up to the owlery that he’d need to climb once he’d finished packing. 
Sirius crossed the room and slammed Remus’s trunk shut. 
“What in Merlin’s beard are you on about?!” Sirius asked, a bewildered expression on his face. 
“I’m leaving. Dumbledore said I can only stay as long as my secret is kept. You know, so it’s not a secret any more.” Remus explained, opening his trunk again. 
“No,” Sirius slammed the truck closed again. “It’s still a secret, I’m just in on it,” A crooked smile tugged at the side of his mouth. “That means you can stay.” He said determinedly. 
“You want me to stay? Sirius, I’m a werewolf, you can’t want me here,” The tears were back. Sirius wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly. Remus didn’t have the energy or the desire to make him let go. 
“I will always want you, Remus. You’re my best friend and I refuse to let them take you away from me.” He pulled his head back and looked into Remus’s watery eyes. “That and how cool is it to have a werewolf as a roommate?” 
Sirius started asking question after question about what it was like to be a werewolf. Where did he go each month? Who else knew? What did he do in the holidays? How long had he been a werewolf? He didn’t stop until James and Peter came looking for them, their hands piled high with sandwiches. 
“Aww, aren’t they cute,” James snickered when he saw Remus and Sirius sitting close to each other on Remus's bed, Sirius holding one of his hands. “We brought you lunch,” He told them as Remus snatched his hand back. “We know how ravenous you get after you transform,” James said matter-of-factly. Remus shook his head and got into bed. Nope, he thought, that is a problem for future Remus, as he let his exhausted body fall asleep, to the excited murmurings of his far, far too clever friends. 
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caiizawa · 1 month ago
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Jegumas Day 12: Traditions
@noblehouseofgay
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“Where are we going Reg?” Regulus is holding James' hand, leading them to their destination. But James doesn't know where that is. Regulus hasn't told him what they're doing.
“Just wait. Don't be so curious.” Regulus just shakes his head. Honestly, James didn't want to do anything today.
It's the first Christmas without his parents. And every year on the third advent Sunday, he and his dad went out to the christmas market near the town to get drunk on mulled wine. When James was little, they both drank the children's punch.
Today, James just wanted to sit on his couch thinking about the good moments he spent with his father on these days. But Regulus grabbed him a few minutes ago, telling him to get dressed and dragged him out of their house.
James sighs to himself and defeatedly follows his husband. Noticing his surroundings he got a slight idea where they might be heading. To prove him right, Regulus stops right before the entrance to the park where James knows their nearest christmas market is.
Regulus turns to stand in front of James and grabs both his hands, holding them tight. “I know, you've been doing this with Monty each year. And I know that it's not the same. But I thought we could honour him, them, in keeping up the tradition. And, when we are ready, to take our kids.”
Regulus looks certain. But James knows him, behind that he is anxious if he's done the right thing. And he did. But James can't communicate it right now. Tears well up in James eyes and Regulus now looks horrified.
“Oh, this was a bad idea. I'm sorry I didn't want to make you cry, oh we can leave, come on.” Regulus is starting to walk back the way they came but James stops him. He needs a few seconds to get his voice back. And when he does it's weak and quiet.
“I love the idea. It's not stupid.” James smiles, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Then why are you crying?”
“Because I love you. So much."
“That makes you cry?!” Regulus screeches. "Not that I love you. But because you did that for me. And you said we're going to have kids.” James laughs a little. “These are happy tears. I'm so happy. I love you.” James grabs Regulus and kisses him, hard. He leans his head against Regulus.
“So this is a good idea?” Regulus still sounds uncertain. “It is. I love it. I want at least two kids.” Regulus laughs. “Not so fast let's talk about this at home okay. Siblings are a handful you know.”
James knows that he is talking about him and Sirius. “But you wouldn't have wanted to grow up without him, would you?”
James smiles, knowing that he is right. Regulus doesn't answer, which confirms it for him. “Two kids it is.” James pulls Regulus to the first booth of mulled wine.
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equippedtolove · 6 months ago
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@marauders-bs I told you I'd write it so you get a lil microfic now
seven - a wolfstar microfic
Sirius faces the dormitory window, eyes full of unshed tears as he looks out onto the Hogwarts grounds. Walburga had sent yet another letter to him, filled with hurt and anger and disdain. He pretends it doesn't bother him, but it makes him feel like shit.
Suddenly, he hears light footsteps behind him, and then a press of a kiss to his shoulder. "Hey, Pads," Remus murmurs into his skin. "You alright?"
"Fine..." Sirius whispers sadly. "Just another letter."
Remus frowns and wraps his arms around his boyfriend. "Oh love, do you want to lay down, maybe?"
Sirius turns and tucks his head into the crook of Remus' neck, sighing softly. "Yes, please... would you mind if you sang to me? I love your voice."
Remus plants a kiss on Sirius' hair. "Of course, baby."
They settle down on Remus' bed, curled up against one another with heaps of sheets and blankets on top of them. Remus places his chin on Sirius' head, while the latter inhales the musky scent of Remus' neck. Remus hums quietly, singing low and gently into Sirius' hair. "And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why..." Sirius smiles against Remus' throat, nuzzling into it lovingly.
And I think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, and you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet,
and just like a love song, our love will be passed on.
hope you like it!!
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my-castles-crumbling · 10 months ago
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Padfoot and Prongs
Thanks to @peecyjacksoo for allowing me to write this headcanon
Tw: vague mentions of Walburga hurting Sirius, but not in detail
When the Sorting Hat yelled ‘Gryffindor’ for James Potter, all he experienced was excitement. His father was a Gryffindor, and his father before him, and his father before him. Really, he had wanted to be a Gryffindor since he knew what it was. The pure elation he felt was clear on his features when the Hat screamed.
But when the Hat did the same for Sirius Black, it was horror that appeared on his beautiful face. 
James had been watching him. Even as he and Peter boarded the train, he’d laid eyes on the short, skinny, pale, dark-haired boy who’d been practically dragged along by people who he could only assume were his parents. Quickly, he was shoved in the direction of people James knew to stay away from. People with last names like Lestrange and Goyle and Malfoy and Macnair. 
But the boy had looked sad. Like he didn’t want to be surrounded by those people. His head drooped as he walked, and James looked on with interest as the entire group disappeared on the train.
So when Professor McGonagall called for ‘Sirius Black,’ James wasn’t surprised to find out that the small boy was a Black. But he was surprised at the boy’s sorting. 
Because when Sirius stepped up to the stool, he looked resigned. Bored. Even a little nauseous. But when the Hat yelled ‘Gryffindor!’ and the boy’s face instantly turned from resigned to terrified, James was confused. 
He was, of course, still in the crowd of students waiting to be sorted at the time. So he had a decent view of the whole room’s reaction to Sirius’s fate. Half the Slytherin table looked livid. A few stood in protest, confused and furious. Murmurs sounded around the whole Hall, and James didn’t blame them. Because he had heard of the Black family. Heard about how much they loved all things Dark and believed wholeheartedly that pure blood was superior. So why was Sirius a Gryffindor?
But James had also been raised to love and accept everyone, and was on a bit of a high from his own sorting. So, after being accepted to the Gryffindor Table, he turned immediately to Sirius, who was next to him. “Nice to meet you, Sirius! I’m James. And this here’s Peter,” he said, gesturing to the boy sitting across from him.
Sirius smiled a bit and nodded at both of them, but didn’t say much through dinner. So eventually, James gave up on talking to him, instead making conversation with a taller boy named Remus, who had a cool scar that he didn’t ask about because his mum would yell at him for being rude.
That night when James snuggled into his new four-poster, it took him a moment to hear the crying. Peter was a snorer and Remus had been kind enough to set a roaring fire, which meant that the sniffles slowly reached his ears, just as he was about to doze off.
But when he heard them, he couldn’t ignore them.
“Pete?” he asked softly, before realizing that the snores meant Peter was gone to the world. “Erm…Remus? Sirius?”
No answer. No more sniffles.
Unbothered, James set his feet on the cold floor and pulled back his curtains, listening closely. After a moment, another sniff came from the bed by the window. 
Sirius’s bed, James thought.
“S-Sirius?” he asked, a bit louder, walking closer. He watched the closedcurtains. They twitched before opening slowly. 
“Sorry, mate,” A distressed-looking Sirius muttered, peeking his head out. “Er- caught a cold. I-”
“It’s okay to be homesick,” James offered awkwardly, wanting to help, knowing that Sirius was not, in fact, sick with a cold. ‘Make friends by being a friend,’ his Mum had told him. That’s what he was doing.
But Sirius just scoffed. “Nah, bloody glad to be rid of them,” he shrugged moodily. 
“Then….” James hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. But his curiosity and need to comfort won out. “Why’re you upset?”
Sirius gave a wry smile. “Because right about now, dear Mum and Dad are finding out I’m not in Slytherin. And I know they’ll be…less than pleased.”
As he said it, he seemed to instinctively grab at the back of his hand, where several thin scars lay, twisted into words that James couldn’t read upside-down. Instantly, he put several pieces of information together- the way Sirius stood on the platform. The way he reacted to the sorting. The scars on his hand.
And James knew that many Pureblood families were strict. He’d been told about the ways old families did things, their horrible beliefs. But to see the proof of it there, in terrifyingly clear lines on the back of his new friend’s hand? It made it all so much more realistic. 
“Well, that’s them,” James said firmly, reaching to Sirius’s shoulder and squeezing. “We’re glad you’re here. And if your parents are mad, you can share mine. They’re kind of…overly affectionate sometimes, anyways.”
Sirius gave him a smile, eyes wide and teary.
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The next morning was known as Mail Day. First years everywhere got letters from their families, congratulating them on their new houses. Personally, James had hardly slept, thinking about the reaction from his parents. His father’s pride. But also…of Sirius. What kind of letter would he get?
Sirius seemed to be of a similar mind, as he dragged his feet on the way to breakfast, looking like he was heading to his execution.
When the owls swarmed down, James quickly opened his letter, beaming with pride as he read his parents’ words of being ‘so proud of you, Jamie!’ He allowed the feeling to wash over him and warm him, pulling the letter close to his chest, missing his mother’s hugs a bit.
He then looked around to see both Peter and Remus with smiles on their faces, Peter opening an accompanying package of sweets that he was passing out around the table.
But it was Sirius who James’s eyes lingered on. Sirius, who was holding an angry red envelope.
A Howler. 
The red reminded James of the marks he’d seen on his new friend’s hand the previous evening and he reacted without thinking. Quickly, even as Sirius popped open the envelope, James vaulted himself on the table and screamed.
He knew he looked ridiculous. He knew he was making a very loud first impression. He knew he would probably get detention every night for the week. But he couldn’t just let Sirius sit there and be humiliated. So he screamed.
As he took breaths, words from the Howler snuck through. ‘Traitor,’ ‘scum,’ ‘disappointment,’ ‘horrible,’ and ‘disgusting’ were the ones James caught. But as he yelled and yelled, his throat going raw, he focused on Sirius. Sirius, whose mouth was open in surprise, but the corners of which were pulled up in amusement.
And when the letter finished and shredded itself in Sirius’s lap, James stopped. Calmly got down from the table and cleared his throat, face bright red. Followed the waiting Professor McGonagall out of the Hall to receive his own punishment.
But he never did regret what he did. Partially because Sirius didn’t deserve that embarrassment. But mostly because that was how he and Sirius became best friends.
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gayforink · 22 days ago
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you and me from the night before
January 1st - Glow | Prongsfoot | word count: 919 | @taylorswiftmicrofic
A/N: This is longer than 500 words 😭. Hope you like it!
A soft thump, and a muffled “Fuck!”
James shuffles next to him. It's the only thing Sirius can register; the movements of his best friend’s hands, clumsy with liquor. They barely managed to coax the Fat Lady into letting them into the Gryffindor common room after a raucous New Year’s Eve party in the Hufflepuff common room. They expected the rest of the night to be calmer, but their dorm room door is stuck. Remus isn’t likely to wake up at this hour, Peter’s a lost cause, and the other dormitory for boys in their year is filled with a bunch of stuck up fools who wouldn’t open for James and Sirius. Not after the four of them filled their bookbags with dungbombs, at the very least. 
“P’foot,” James mumbles. “Padfoot, I’m giving up. That’s it.” The younger boy pants, slipping down to the floor and looking up at Sirius through foggy glasses. Sirius looks down, bracing his hands against the rich fabric covering the walls. 
“We could just stay out here,” Sirius agrees. The night is slipping into morning anyway; he’d seen traces of light splitting through the dark sky as they rushed to their rooms. The party ran late; one of the seventh years’ last desperate hurrahs against the ticking clock of their time at Hogwarts. They can all feel it; the quiet fear that grows with each day. Remus deals with it by slipping further into himself, avoiding everyone except for their group. Peter grows more and more anxious, reading news of the brewing war like it’s something to pray to. And James–he grows more exuberant, louder and happier, as though his joy’s a life-saving raft, something to hold onto. 
Sirius can’t say anything about it. It’s the only thing he’s been holding onto for the past seven years. 
He sits down next to his best friend, leaning against the cold door as he stares into the darkness. James is almost uncharacteristically quiet before–
A sharp light explodes into existence, lighting James’s face. The younger boy held his wand up, smiling softly. 
Sirius scoffs. “Do you want someone to come outside and see us? Idiot, turn it off!”
‘It’s not like we’re making any noise!”
“Even still,” Sirius says. James eyes him with knowing eyes. 
“Are you okay?” He asks instead. Sirius…can’t say anything to that. 
“What do you mean?” He mumbles after an uncomfortable moment, looking away from the light. 
“You know what I mean,” James presses. “You’ve been off all week, Padfoot. Especially tonight.”
Sirius stays silent. What can he say? That he is afraid of leaving Hogwarts, of growing up into a war? That he is afraid? 
To James?
But he didn’t have to. James kisses his teeth, turning to look at Sirius. 
“When we leave–” And James takes his hand, holding it with a strong grip. Sirius wants to turn away, but he can’t, he can’t. James smiles and James glows. “When we leave here, you come with me. We don’t have to stay with Mum or Dad. I’ve the gold for an apartment.” 
Sirius stares. 
“In London,” James continues. “It’s small, but it’s close to the Ministry and it’ll be convenient. With Auror training and all.” They planned to join as Auror Trainees after Graduation, helping with the war effort. There’s also Dumbledore’s elite crew of fighters; the headmaster had already called the four of them to meetings in the Hog’s Head. 
Sirius swallows, feeling off-kilter. “What about Evans?” 
“Lily?” James grins, all cocky. “What, you don’t want her coming around?” 
Sirius flushes, hoping that it would seem like more of prudish self-consciousness rather than the shameful jealousy he knows it to be. James turns back to his lit wand. It’s better to have him looking away, to not have to face earnest hazel eyes. 
“So what do you think?” James asks. “Will you come?”
There is a lump in his throat. Sirius can feel his eyes burning, and hopes fervently that he won’t cry now. He hasn’t cried in years! 
He breathes through his mouth, trying to compose himself. Sirius ignores the question, changing the topic instead. “Will you turn that stupid light off? You look stupid.” 
“I never look stupid,” James says. Sirius scoffs, but he feels lighter. The seconds trickle away, quiet with the coming days. The only easy ones they have left. 
Sirius swallows and clears his throat. “I’ll–I’ll come with you,” There’s more to say, but Sirius can’t say it, can’t say it now, not to James. It didn’t matter. He can feel his best friend’s joy, an expanding sun, just for Sirius. James laughs. 
“This is cause for celebration, you know,” James tells him. “You shouldn’t be moping around.”
“I’m not moping around.”
“You are moping around. Don’t lie to yourself.”
Sirius turns to face him, stretching his face into a grotesque smile with his fingers. “Am I moping now?”
James pinches his cheeks, snickering when Sirius winces. He’s still holding Sirius’s face when their laughter declines, and he beams softly, tilting his head forward. “I’m serious, Padfoot. Don’t be sad tonight.” His forehead bumps against Sirius’. It’s too much, too soft. Sirius closes his eyes.
“Padfoot,” James nudges. “Sirius.”
Sirius opens his eyes. 
“Smile,” James says. He’s still smiling. And glowing, like he always does. The light weaves warm rays through his hair, making his eyes shine like a thousand stars. So happy and welcoming that Sirius melts into it, without even realising it. The light flickers, bright and warm. Glowing.
And Sirius melts.
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hattiecursedsigh · 1 month ago
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James Potter Random Headcanons 。* ゜ + ヽ
• extremely passionate about an array of subjects and has the uncanny ability to talk about things unprompted for literal hours
• remus encourages this by ignoring him which he takes as acceptance to keep going (remus won’t admit that he likes the background noise while he studies as long as sirius isn’t there making the conversation loud)
• james and remus are really really close they are the sun and moon for real they’re brothers too your honour
• he would experiment with guys but his heart is ALWAYS on lily no exception (i headcanon moonchaser and prongsfoot experimentation and perhaps xenophilius x jamesy)
• this motherfucker journals and no one can change my mind. sure they started out as LE in doodle hearts but it transformed into a flow of his consciousness onto the page
• HE’S A POET and he’s really embarrassed by it but its really good and he only writes Lily poems once he is with her. sirius teases him for this ‘queer activity’ okay sirius says you
• I headcanon him to have ADHD undiagnosed and Remus just goes bro obviously you have ADHD and self diagnoses him until Fleamont does something about it XD
• James has some underlying anger issues which can result in his outbursts like punching the wall, his thighs and shaking his legs. he can’t help it and it often feels like hot iron running through his veins until he finds an outlet. His dad tried to teach him some self regulation techniques when his anger was the worst (age 12-14) which helped A LOT. When he was around 12 he got angry and punched Fleamont, who at that time decided to learn some breathing exercises/healthy ways to deal with it.
• James felt so bad for hurting his Dad leading to him crying that he never ever wanted to hurt anyone he loved again 💔
• Lily got him a camera in 7th year and he never stopped taking pictures of all of his friends because they’re his entire world and i love them
• [james about lily] “i’m so happy cos you’re so happy… blow me a kiss and i’ll be happy the rest of my life.” (happy by travis the band)
• he definitely does air drums with any drumstick looking item he can get his hands on and annoys the daylights out of all his friends
• unpopular one but i headcanon marlene to be james’ cousin (her mother is fleamont’s sister!!) and they’re like two peas. james used to follow marlene around like a puppy and marlene calls him her baby cousin. marlene gets stuck between pre relationship lily and james discourse!!
• quidditch captain tho that’s never been up for debate
• ppl need to remember hes literally a teenage boy in the 1970s and the connotations that has on his character and the depth he has - which is why i like sort of the repressed anger aspect of his headcanon!!
• he obviously likes david bowie, he’s a marauder, his favourite song is hang onto yourself and cracked actor (totally not because they’re my favourite songs…)
• bro can be caught rocking out to some seriously metal music (i know its much later than his time but he would love system of a down)
• he secretly likes getting dressed up to go to those like rich people pureblood balls and always dreamed of taking Lily to one.
• loves seeing Lily all dressed up in a lovely ball gown. his favourite colour on her is pale green and loves to spoil her with his fortune ofc!!
thats all for now folks let me know if you want any other characters/ a part 2 ❤️❤️
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grimst4rs · 5 months ago
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The door was opened for Sirius by James, who was holding his newborn son in his arms, his little cheek pressed against his father’s bare chest.
“Being a dad suits you,” Sirius grinned, stepping inside. James had dark circles forming under his eyes, and a five o’clock shadow ghosted against his handsome features. “You look different.”
James gave him a laugh. “Ha, thanks. I let Lily sleep; we’re taking turns with trying, emphasis on trying, because it’s rather unsuccessful, to put him to sleep. He’s as restless as I am.”
“And he looks just like you, too,” He said, looking at the boy fondly.
James nodded towards the couch, flicking the light switch on. “Come on, let’s sit down. I’ve been pacing around the kitchen for an hour and a half and the most I got was him closing his eyes for fifteen minutes. I wanted to set him into his bed and then, it was over.”
Sirius chuckled, crossing the kitchen and sitting down. He ran a hand through his hair; he wasn’t feeling particularly rested himself. He had just come from a mission, and decided to stop by at the Potters before going back to his apartment in London. He’d been away for nearly a month, and hadn’t seen his godson ever since.
“How are you feeling?” James asked, sitting down gently. “Do you want me to make you a cuppa?”
“Don’t bother. Won’t be around long,” Sirius said, taking off his leather jacket and putting it on the armrest. His godson really looked just like his father; except, of course, his eyes, his mother’s entirely, almond-shaped and emerald green. He was watching Sirius curiously from his safe spot on his father’s chest, propped up by his arm.
“At least he stopped crying,” James laughed, “right after you knocked on the door. Reckon he feels your presence. Come on, do you want to hold him?”
He bit his lip. “Sure,” Sirius shrugged, and the other man sat up slowly, leaning forward towards him their noses almost touched, and placed Harry (because that was the name they had decided on, an ode to James’ grandfather, Henry) in Sirius’ arms.
Harry stirred; then, stretched his arm, and his chubby hand wrapped around Sirius’ finger, the one with the ring that he had been bound to take off for a long time. He gave it a weak squeeze and yawned, his little mouth opening and closing into a content smile. He blinked at Sirius with his green eyes once, twice, then put his hand on his godfather’s shoulder and his head on his chest and closed his eyes.
“Now, I’m gonna need you to sit still for the next two days and a half,” James grinned, pressing a fluttering kiss to his son’s forehead, covered by a tuft of black hair. He stretched, his shirt riding up and exposing the hair on his stomach, and slumped back with a pleased groan. “You’re the only one he sleeps with; Wormtail’s been around, and when he tried, Harry started crying so hard he threw up.”
Sirius winced. “Yikes. I imagine he wasn’t too pleased by that. Remus?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been gone. Left about a week after you did and hasn’t come back yet. He won’t tell us where Dumbledore sends him, though. I’m worried about him.”
The other man tsked, displeased. “Obviously. Whatever,” He said, placing his hand on the small of Harry’s back, “just know that if you ever need me to take any of your missions, I’ll be there to do it.”
James frowned. “You’re already throwing yourself in too much, mate. You’re taking missions upon missions; I haven’t seen you properly ever since Harry’s birth. And, besides, you don’t look like you’ve been taking care of yourself too much.”
He was right; Sirius had lost weight, the dark circles underneath his eyes were even more pronounced than usually and, having seen his reflection in the side-view mirror of a car, he was looking particularly pale and miserable.
He just shrugged as an answer. James put a warm hand on his shoulder.
“Stay the night, Padfoot.”
And so, Sirius did.
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avp23 · 7 days ago
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I just saw a post from @archergirl about Remus being good with baby Harry and it reminded be of a snippet from a wip of mine that I’m quite proud of.
Wolfstar, single-dad-James, and wolfstar’s kid Teddy are heading to Hogwarts for Harry’s graduation ceremony.
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James led the way into the next carriage, Remus carrying Teddy while Sirius brought up the back. Outside there were distractions but in here memories of their shared past pressed in at all sides. The absence of a fourth member of their party loomed over them but not yet brought up. Then again, of course there was a 4th person in the carriage. James took the seat on the bench across from Remus and Sirius and leaned forward.
“Can I hold him?” James asked.
Remus looked at him and looked down at Teddy, then glanced at Sirius. Sirius broke out into a grin. “Go on Moony, give it a go. Hand him over to Prongs.”
Remus looked concerned. James wasn’t sure what this was about. He had held Teddy tons of times, often watched him alone. Harry’s last semester at Hogwarts had been busy so it had been a while since the last time but not for any other reason.
“Alright…” Remus said. Was that skepticism in his voice? He slowly held Teddy out and James put his arms out to catch him. Teddy began to squirm.
Godrick, James remembers when Harry was this small and would do this. James adeptly grabbed the baby and brought him close like Remus had had him, swaying back and forth. This did not have the soothing affect he expected. Teddy fussed more, squinting up at James. The wailing returned once they had made eye contact.
James couldn’t help but laugh as he looked up. Remus sat across from him, a look of serious resignation on his face. Beneath his eyes, dark purple circles bloomed and now that he thought about it, Remus hadnt said much that night. Next to him Sirius grinned, looking disproportionatelychipper.
“See Prongs, little Teds has chosen a favorite.” Sirius explained.
James raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Oh is that so? Naturally it’s you yes? Gorgeous long black hair, pure blood?”
“You’d think wouldn’t you?” Sirius leaned over and slung an arm around Remus, looking at his partner, eyes overflowing with affection. “Nah. He’s got better taste than that.” Wailing rang around the small carriage and Remus reached out. He gruffly plucked Teddy out of James’ arms and settled him back into his own. The baby’s cries ceased.
Remus looked up at James, communicating everything through a look. Are you seeing this? Do you understand what I’m going through here?
“Isn’t it great? He hasn’t been able to stand anyone else since the last full. Leaves me over here feeling like chopped liver.” Sirius huffed.
“Aww, Remoo the baby whisperer!” James cooed.
Remus tilts his head back with a thunk on the wall behind him and closes his eyes. “We’ve had to move his crib over to my side of the room. Right next to my bed. I’m sure if he had it his way he’d be in the bed with us, completely unaware of the fact that he would be crushed.
“Yeah, right little git.” Sirius added.
“Prongs, please make it stop. I’m not built for this. My elbows are locked into this cradling shape. I feel the ghost of his weight even when I’ve put him down. He won’t let anyone else hold him! I can’t take a shit without the soundtrack of a baby crying!”
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thanks for reading! I’m looking for a beta reader for the rest of the fic. It’s a slow burn jegulus fic. please dm me if youre interested!
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midnightloversmusic · 1 year ago
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oh my gosh hi!!!! my brain has been fermenting like two zillion & a half poly marauders ideas SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND me dumping them here (incase theyre of any interest)
the whole band thing w the marauders except reader too oh my gosh.
or anything with kids, id die.
introductions to the muggle world???? especially sirius & james.
ANYWAYS lavalavayouu
STOP I LITERALLY JUST SAW A TIKTOK W/ THIS DAD PLAYING A SONG ON GUITAR TO HIS DAUGHTER AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF JAMES THIS IS SO PERFECT!! I am also about to go to sleep so please don’t yell at me if this is all over the place. love youuuu thank you for requesting!
masterlist
band!poly marauders x gn reader
After your daughter was born you and your boys decided it would be best to take a break from touring and creating albums for a year to spend as much time as possible with your little girl. During that time none of you completely stopped writing and playing music, but you were prioritizing family time.
Now that your daughter turned one just over a month ago you decided it’s time to start working on a new album. You planned to bring up the idea to them after your daughter went to bed. You all took turns putting her to sleep and tonight it happened to be remus’ turn.
You were sitting on the couch in the family room braiding sirius’ hair as he sat on the floor in front of you, telling you about a new concept for a song he came up with that he just can’t seem to find the words for. He’s been begging you to do a french braid in his hair because he can figure out how to do one plus, you think to yourself, he really likes having his hair played with. Knowing this you take extra time to run your hands through his hair and scratch a little at his scalp.
James is in the kitchen attempting to make hot chocolate while also dancing to Christmas songs playing in the background. From your spot on the couch you are able to see the exact moment he tried to spin while holding cocoa mix and ended up spilling it all over himself and on the floor. You snort.
Remus finally emerges from your daughter bedroom and takes a spot next to you on the couch.
“Hi, love”
He says softly planting a soft kiss on your forehead and leaning down to give Sirius’ shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
When you look up from your loving stare at your boyfriends you are met with the sight of James clumsily trying to carry four mugs of hot chocolate over to you, Remus, and Sirius.
When everyone finally settles down and you all fall into a comfortable silence you decide to ask about the album.
“Hey, we said we’d wait a year to do anything music related and it’s been just over one. I was wondering if you all are ready to make a new album? I know the fans are supportive of us taking a year off for our daughter but i can tell they are anxious for a new album and I think it’s time, you know?”
You end with a questioning tone, while waiting for their answers you fiddle with the end of the braid you finished in Sirius’ hair.
“You know i’m more than ready babe, you just listened to me rant about a song idea for ten minutes straight!”
Sirius says enthusiastically from his spot on the floor, smiling up at you.
James nods in agreement.
“I’ve missed making music, i’ve been coming up with some really promising things on the drums lately. I think it’s a great idea to start back up!”
You smile at him, happy that both James and Sirius were thinking the same thing as you. Remus looks hesitant though,
“I think it’s a great idea, and i’ve been anxious to get back to the studio but I just want to make sure we aren’t jumping into this too quick. We have to pace ourselves and really go slower this time around. I want to make time for our daughter and I want her to be a part of the process.”
Remus says.
“Well obviously Moony! We wouldn’t dream of making an album without her, she’s our muse for crying out loud!”
Sirius exclaims, turning his body to completely face remus and give him a humorously exasperated look.
“So it’s settled then?” James questioned from the floor.
“time to make a new album” you say as a smile takes over your face.
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