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moutainrusing · 6 months ago

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Cackles and drunken laughter filled the empty, lamp-lit street as Sirius and his friends lounged about on deserted pavements and roads, chugging beer bottles and smoking cigarettes, teasing each other about meaningless nothings. They had spray paint canisters rolling about at their feet, and Sirius’s clothes were bizarrely spattered with a mixture of vibrant colours from their attempt to beautify the ancient stone buildings surrounding them. (It hadn’t worked.)

“And then,” James was laughing, spilling beer over his torn jeans, “He told me I was a useless layabout, right, but how useless am I really, ‘cause right when he said that, the dunderhead tried to step intimidatingly towards me, and tripped over the fucking beer spill I was trying to clean. Like, dude, I ain’t useless, I was literally cleaning the mess of the customers. Anyway, I got fired.”

Sirius snorted, rolling his eyes. “Old men are just stupid, innit?”

James nodded, “Uh huh, ‘specially you, you big old man.”

“Oh, fuck off, just ‘cause I’m born earlier than all of you, I get bullied,” Sirius shoved James away.

Remus laughed quietly, leaning against the railing of the stairs the rest of them were sitting on while smoking his cigarette. “Wanna file a report against us?”

Sirius smirked. “Nah, who’d listen?”

“No one in this fucking town,” Remus grinned back, stubbing out his cigarette with his boot.

“Urgh, don’t remind me,” Marlene dramatically fell over Remus’s feet. “None of ‘em give a shit about nothing. We could be dying, and they’d be like, ‘yes, finally, the population has reduced.’”

“One less citizen to deal with,” Mary mockingly sneered at her.

“Oh, the youth has gone to shit, and we can’t do shit about it!” Lily sang.

“Bro,” James looked at her. “That’s some dope tune.”

“Ha!” She scoffed. “Shame my musical genius is wasted ‘cause this town can’t afford it.”

“Sing to me, then,” James propped his chin on his hand and fluttered his eyelashes at her. “Don’t let your voice go to waste.”

Lily kicked his face. Sirius doubled over laughing. “Ow,” James moaned.

Remus passed him a bottle, and James looked at him with an awe-struck expression, pressing it to his cheek. “Woah, how’d you get it so cold?”

“‘Cause he’s fucking cold, duh,” Marlene lifted her head slightly.

Peter shook his head, “I don’t understand how the word ‘cold’ now means insanely awesome, like—”

“‘Cause the youth is shiiit,” Lily yelled into his ear. He batted her away with a laugh.

Just then, a van entered the street, and slowly came to a stop in front of them. They raised their eyebrows at each other, because truly, none of them would mind in the slightest if a bunch of kidnappers in ski masks rolled out and held them at gunpoint.

Although it wasn’t a bunch of kidnappers, it was just one guy stepping elegantly out of the side door, and he wasn’t wearing a ski mask, because Sirius could clearly see his smooth skin, his high cheekbones, his chiselled jawline, his crystal blue eyes, his bright blond hair—

James placed a hand beneath his jaw and closed it, muttering, “Keep it in your pants.”

Sirius scowled. He was keeping it in his pants, it’s just, in their town, no one ever had such smooth, unblemished skin, or fashionable, contemporary clothes — everyone had their scars and bruises and completely shredded jeans.

Remus snorted, and flicked a bit of cigarette ash over his hair, bending down to murmur in his ear, “Stop pouting, you’ll get smokers’ lines.”

Sirius felt a thrill run through his body, and he gave Remus a cheeky chin, plucking the cigarette from his fingers. He took a drag, and breathed smoke over Remus’s lips. “We’ll get smokers’ lines even without pouting, Remy. What’re we doing right now?”

Remus took the cigarette back. “Making the most of our wrinkle-less faces,” he smirked, blowing even more smoke back at Sirius.

Sirius laughed. Then he noticed the man having stopped in front of them in his periphery, and he turned away.

Lily had narrowed her eyes at the man, and snapped, “What d’you want?”

He laughed; it was cold, and jarring, and sent chills down Sirius’s spine. It was a complete contrast to the warm, exhilarating tingles Remus’s laughter gave him. “I mean no harm,” the stranger assured. “I simply noticed,” and then he looked at Sirius, “Beauty.”

Sirius felt blood rush to his cheeks. He pointedly looked at his scuffed trainers. What the fuck did this guy mean, that a delinquent like Sirius was beautiful?

The man continued, “I am Gellert Grindelwald. I run a modelling agency, and I’ve been looking for new faces. What would you all say to posing for me while I take some photos?”

Marlene laughed incredulously. “The hell? You want photos of a bunch of drunk, troublesome teenagers?”

“Yeah, hell no,” Mary scoffed.

Gellert coolly raised an eyebrow, which looked threaded and pencilled, not a single hair out of place, unlike all their messy, imperfect faces. “It pays well.”

And then all their eyes widened. They shared a glance between each other, a glance which said, We need the money.

James sighed, “Alright. Fine. Do what you like with us. But just one photo.”

Gellert flashed them a smile of perfectly straight, sharp, pearly white teeth. “Sure. I’ll give you all fifty each.”

Peter gaped at him. “Fifty?!”

Gellert looked unimpressed. “You’ll catch flies if you don’t close your mouth.”

Peter shut his mouth immediately, tomato-red with embarrassment. Gellert seemed to smirk at this, and he ridiculed, “You know, it’s a miracle that you’re ever able to close your mouth; just look at yourself.” He pointedly glanced at Peter’s body, which, admittedly, was on the plump side. But Sirius bristled; that was hardly a bad thing.

In fact, James and Lily both took extreme offence to this, and simultaneously rose to their feet. “Take that fucking back!” Lily yelled.

James declared, “I’ll have you know, all people are fucking beautiful! Some of my favourite are what you’d call ‘plus size’, but that doesn’t make them worth any less to me!”

Gellert waved them off, “I’m aware plus sized models can be dazzling, that’s why I’m keeping this young lad in the photo,” he pointed at Peter.

“Oh, fuck off,” Lily scoffed, throwing herself back down. “All plus sized people are beautiful, did you not fucking get that?”

Gellert rolled his eyes. “Albus,” he called to the van behind him. “Bring me my camera.”

Another man, with a dark, well-groomed beard, stepped out of the van, holding a chunky camera. He passed it to the photographer, before casting an inscrutable gaze over them and noting, “An interesting collection, Gellert.”

Gellert simply smiled, and began taking pictures.

“Woah, woah, hold on,” Sirius jumped up and marched towards him. He reached for the camera and tried to grab it from Gellert’s hand, who held it out of his reach boredly. Sirius glowered, “We said one photo.”

Gellert simply smirked, slung his camera over his shoulder, plucked the pen from Albus’s waiting palm, took the lid off with his mouth — which caused Sirius to accidentally stare a bit too long at his lips — and scribbled something on Sirius’s hand. Then he walked back to the van.

Albus’s eyes glimmered slightly, and he nodded to Sirius with an amused smile, slapping a wad of cash into his hand. “That covers all the photos.” Then he walked back to the van, and they drove off.

“Yo, Sirius,” James bounded up to him. “What’d he write?”

Sirius displayed his hand. “Seven Slytherin Green… three-thirty,” James muttered. “Huh.”

Marlene then came up and slapped them both on the shoulders. “Alright, let’s distribute that money!”

“Woah,” Peter gasped as they each received five hundred quid.

“Holy shit! We can pay the bills now! We’re not gonna get kicked out!” Lily cheered.

“The central fucking heating,” Mary added.

Remus glanced at the money in his hand with a frown, and Sirius looked at him curiously. Remus gave him a soft smile and shrugged, pocketing it. “So… going to Slytherin Green?”

Sirius shrugged. “Maybe. Probably another photoshoot, innit?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “I’ll come with if you wanna go.”

“Really?” Sirius beamed, now looking forward to going simply because of Remus.

“‘Course.” The response only made Sirius beam even harder, and he grabbed Remus’s hands, forcing him to dance under orange glows, just drunk and happy and so high on the warm rush Remus gave him, these magnetic thrills flowing into Sirius’s veins from Remus’s calloused fingertips pressed into the pads of his own.

That was how, the next day, at three-thirty in the afternoon, Sirius, Remus, James and Peter found themselves standing in front of Seven Slytherin Green.

“Do we just go in?” Peter gestured to the open warehouse.

“Yes,” James stated confidently, and swaggered in first.

Sirius scoffed, because he was the one invited, so quickly, he strode in after James, matching his strut.

And… wow. The place looked so cool. There were pure, spotless white backdrops, nothing like the town’s piss-stained walls, and bright, flashing lights, making everything look new and shiny, unlike their dingy old flats, and there were state-of-the-art props (a bloody wicked motorbike!) and everything was just so modern. Stylish. Classy.

Gellert was in the centre of it all, snapping photos of two models intently.

“Hey,” Sirius called. Gellert turned around and his lips quirked up. Sirius realised he really needed to stop looking at his lips.

He didn’t talk, just took Sirius’s arm, and tugged him forward, encouragingly jerking his head towards the models as he pushed Sirius in between them. Then he took a photo.

“Ain’t that one a beauty?” He smirked, turning the camera to show Sirius.

“I—” Sirius felt pure shock. And elation. He could be a model? What?

James ambled over, peering eagerly at the photo. “Hot damn!”

Peter whistled his approval while glancing at it subtly, but Remus. Remus didn’t even take it in. He just looked at Sirius, and muttered, “Prefer the real thing.” Before Sirius could even question it, he’d gone out to take a smoke.

Fine. Be that way, Sirius thought. He couldn’t help but feel offended. Did Remus think he wasn’t pretty enough to be a model? But then he’d said he preferred the real thing, so did that mean he preferred it when Sirius was ugly? He preferred Sirius when the camera hadn’t beautified him? Did he not like the fact that Sirius could actually be something this way? Be more than some repulsive, disowned street urchin?

Sirius forced a grin, pushing aside whatever shit was going on in Remus’s brain, and looked Gellert in the eye. “Can we take more?”

“I was counting on that.”

And then Sirius was pushed in front of the pure white backdrop, and being told to pose in these alluring positions, which he had no idea he was capable of, and then James was joining in, and they were back to back, hair falling into their eyes as they looked down at their feet, oozing confidence and poise, then Peter was joining in, beaming at the camera with chubby cheeks, looking all cute and adorable.

Although Remus came in and glared at this, muttering something about, “Stereotypes. Just ‘cause he’s chubby doesn’t mean he can’t be cool and confident.”

Gellert didn’t even look at him. “I know what sells. You would sell too. Wanna join your friends?”

Remus’s lip curled up into a sneer. “No. I’ll be out there waiting until it’s time to leave this shithole.”

Sirius gaped at him. This place wasn’t a shithole. It was the fucking opposite. Maybe Remus was just hungover and grumpy? But Sirius could always make him smile even if that were the case.

Gellert tapped his chin thoughtfully, turning to look at Remus’s back. “A shame. You think it’s possible to convince him?”

Sirius jumped at the chance. “Yeah,” then he chased after Remus, leaning against the side of the warehouse with him.

“Are you okay?” He asked carefully, gently nudging Remus’s shoe with his own.

“Spiffing.”

Sirius burst out laughing. Remus looked at him, and something seemed to be dancing in his eyes, making them light up.

“No, really,” Sirius caught his breath, “What’s wrong?”

“I dunno. Everything just… feels wrong.”

“I think everything feels very right, actually. You’re here with me, so everything has to be right.”

“Right,” Remus drawled, looking away.

That wouldn’t do. Sirius wanted Remus to look at him. “Hey,” he whispered. “Gellert thinks you’d make a good model too.”

“I don’t really care what that codger thinks.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“You’re blinded by your insatiable libido.”

Sirius flushed. “He’s hot, okay?” He tried to joke, “I dunno how you’re resisting his charms.”

Remus scoffed slightly. “It’s pretty easy, actually.”

Sirius tried making him grin, “You’re just talented.” It didn’t work. Sirius felt unbearably disappointed.

So he tried to get to the root of the problem, “How does… the modelling business make you feel?”

Remus stared at him, cold and detached. “Wrong.”

But it made Sirius feel right. He felt something drop inside his chest, like the pieces of his life had been taken away, because that was what Remus, James and Peter were to him, and if Remus didn’t feel right with them, then what was Sirius supposed to do? He just nodded quietly, and went back inside, throwing himself to the cameras and lights.

A couple more days, and he found himself in his own dressing room, with people milling about him, spraying his hair in place with a ton of anti-frizz product, making his eyes pop with heavy eye shadow, dressing him up in tight, form-fitting clothes. It was rich and it was gorgeous. Then he stood in front of the cameras, where he could make out with other models for as long as he pleased because it was literally his job.

To be sexy. And if he hadn’t talked to Remus in a while, then it was fine. James and Peter were still here. In fact, Peter had been getting close to this other model, Tom Riddle, and it looked like he’d made a good friend. Because that’s what life was about. Living glamorously with the people you love. And if Remus didn’t want to do that… Sirius might cry. But that would ruin his mascara.

So he turned to the model he was supposed to snog for their photoshoot, and captured her lips in his own while Gellert snapped pictures in a frenzy.

Next week, there was a gala. And they were all practically shitting themselves. Because guess what this meant?

Peter squealed, “Holy shit, we’re part of like, the celebrities!”

“We’re with the other models,” James grinned with bright eyes. “We’re like, the real deal.”

Sirius smiled softly. “We can invite plus ones,” he said, almost to himself.

“I’m inviting Lily! Albus and Gellert would probably love to recruit her.”

But the only person on Sirius’s mind was Remus. “Do you think Remus would come?” He asked quietly, as if asking any louder would cause Remus to yell at him in a resolute ‘NO’.

Peter shrugged, while James replied slowly, “Text him anyway. Just to see.”

So Sirius texted him. It was weird, because even through a phone screen, Sirius’s skin was tingling and his head felt slightly light and his hands were minutely trembling, a little sweaty at the fingertips. He just felt extremely nervous. And then he felt everything crash when Remus left it on read. So he asked Marlene while Peter asked Mary.

The gala took place in a huge museum-like ballroom, with photos of all the models up on display, and Sirius was laughing with guests, buyers, and fellow models as they drank from champagne flutes and danced in their elegant suits and gowns. The place was brightly lit, not allowing anyone to be hidden, to show off their utter perfection.

Sirius was chatting to Gellert and Albus, complimenting them with all the charm he could muster, then he was flirting with other models, placing touches here, there, everywhere, but then he froze. He backed away, and moved towards the door. Because Remus just stormed in, completely contrasting the elegance in his shredded jeans and battered boots, but for some reason, Sirius thought it was perfect.

Because he hadn’t seen him in ages, and now, all he could think was how much he missed him, in all his shambolic, messy glory. The first thing he did was pull Remus into a hug. “You came,” he hummed into the warm crook of his neck.

Remus seemed to freeze, before slowly hugging him back. But as soon as they’d hugged, he’d broken away. He turned to Gellert, and looked to be picking a fight.

But Sirius couldn’t see what they were fighting about, because Albus whisked him away. “We have people… requesting for you,” he said, as if that was something of significance.

And maybe it was. Because suddenly, Sirius was face to face with his family. And his mother was smirking at him, “So I see you decided to follow the scandalous, rich way of life even after leaving us?”

Sirius’s throat felt go dry, “No, I—”

His father raised a brow, “You do realise we are the ones who provide the money for these operations? No matter how much you try to run, if you want to be successful, you’ll always come back to us.”

“It wasn’t for you! It wasn’t for success, or money, or—”

“So what was it for, Sirius?” His brother cut him off, and Sirius saw him step out from behind their parents. “You said you had to leave to escape us, because we were dirty, filthy, manipulative scammers, and then you joined back into the business? All you get from it is success and money, so tell me, what else was it for?”

And Sirius couldn’t answer that, because Regulus looked hurt, and now Sirius was hurt, and what did he do when he was hurt?

He swivelled on his heel and pushed through the crowds, shoving away hands which were getting too close to his skin, glaring at the makeup artists trying to touch up his eyes, and watching as Remus shook his head at Gellert before leaving the way he came, and not even thinking before heading in his direction.

“No one actually likes me here, do they? I’m just a money-making sex symbol.”

Remus raised a brow. “I like you.”

And that was all Sirius needed. He began taking down all the posters of his artificial body, and throwing them at the buyers. He tore his deal with the agency. He yelled at Peter to get away from the egotistical bastard that was Tom Riddle, and Peter listened, because it wasn’t too late, and Sirius wouldn’t allow it to get to the point where Tom had wormed his way under Peter’s skin.

He told Lily and James to run off and elope and live their best lives, because all that mattered was being happy with the people you love. He interrupted Albus trying to collect Marlene and Mary. He grabbed Regulus by the wrist, and swore that they would ruin the Blacks’ corrupt business, and every little leach sucking the money from their dirty cesspool.

And after, he clutched Remus and kissed him square on the mouth. Somehow he knew that everything would sort itself out as long as he listened to the man in front of him. Or his heart. But it was basically the same thing.

#based on the poison music video by rita ora #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #microfiction #fanfic

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 10 months ago

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ST. JAMES MIDDLE SCHOOL--AFTERNOON.

Lily is at her locker, grabbing her things in preparation for going home at the end of the school day. Her friend Priscilla is leaning on the locker next to her, scrolling through her phone.

Priscilla: "Better hurry up if you wanna catch the bus, Lils."

Lily (smirking as she zips up her backpack): "No need. One of my moms is coming to pick me up and told me to wait here until she arrived. Although, it IS about 5 minutes past when she said she'd be here..."

She looks down at her phone, scrolling through her messages while turning herself towards Priscilla. Suddenly, a commotion ensues near the school entrance, and loud music starts being played. Lily looks up to see many students in that area freeze in confusion and skepticism, as well as...

Lily: "Oh no."

Priscilla: "What?"

Lily (sighing, dropping her head): "You'll see..."

Leaning past Lily, Priscilla catches sight of what Lily saw: Sasha, resplendent in black leather jacket, aviator shades, medium-length dress, and flowing blonde locks, is making her way down the hallway towards them in an exaggerated slow-motion swagger, nodding her head and shooting the occasional finger gun at several of the staring students. Behind her, Marcy is holding up a large boombox, blaring out Queen's "Cool Cat" for the entire school to hear. At length, the two of them reach Lily's locker just as the song fades out. Sasha leans against the other locker next to Lily with one hand. Priscilla is doing her best to stifle a giggle.

Sasha: "Hey, Lilly! Ready to head home with your SUPER-cool moms?"

Lily (hand over her eyes with her forehead scrunched up): "...why are you the way that you are?"

Sasharcy get an earful from Anne when she comes home and Lily tells her what her (Anne’s) wives did to embarrass her (Anne’s) “beloved oldest daughter”.

After the aquarium field trip incident, Anne tries to make sure Lily’s rep isn’t damaged by either of the Trio however she does know understand her parents when they did embarrassing stuff in front of her classmates

#ask #amphibia #sashannarcy #Lily Boonchuy #youjustgotxfiled

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flowerpottlady · 1 year ago

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Misty

Day 11 of July’s @jilymicrofics! This will go up on ao3 once this attack ends :(, but enjoy this sweet moment now!

Jily + Harry featuring very light blackinnon (because yes, I am above the age of 30 and I fell for that way too hard 15 years ago, and I will forever try to incorporate just a little bit of it into my stories ❤️)

And just to throw this out there, while it may be annoying that we can’t access ao3, this site is run by volunteers- for free. Show them our love.

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“Pads?” Marlene popped her head into the living room, her frizzy blonde hair more wild than he had ever seen - tied back into a lazy bun, portraying how exhausted she truly was. “Do you wanna come in now?”

It had been more than an hour since the screaming had ended, replaced by a squeaking wail and a hushed awe throughout Godric’s Hollow. It was past midnight now, the first of August, and his best friends were now parents.

“Yeah… uh yup.” He stood up, and smiled weakly at Marlene, “is it… like all cleaned up and everything now?”

Marlene laughed then, her blue eyes twinkling and more full of life than he had ever seen. “Yeah… it’s safe for boys.”

He wiped his palms off on his jeans, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.

She moved closer, her hand on his shoulder. “As scared as you are right now,” she began, “they are worlds more scared. We have to be there for them.”

His eyes softened then, unable to even fathom becoming a parent at twenty years old, “I know… of course I know that Mar.”

Marlene smiled, huge and radiant, “wait till you see him.”

Sirius took her hand, charging the way back up stairs and towards where he knew James and Lily’s room to be. He knocked twice, until James' weak voice welcomed him in.

The sight shocked him, Lily planted in the middle of her bed, propped up by pillows - looking as white as ever, her hair pulled back in a loose twist, pulled over her shoulder. She was wearing James’s sweater, the same one she had pulled from his trunk in October of seventh year, and has yet to return. Despite how worn out she seemed, the softest smile was spread across her face, a glow that Sirius had never seen upon another person. Her eyes were trained upon James, sitting on the edge of the bed - and a lump grew in Sirius’s throat as he took in the bundle of blankets in his best friend’s arms.

“Sirius… hey,” Lily said, looking up at him, as Marlene rushed back to her side - picking up a glass of water and holding it to her lips.

“Mama dear,” Sirius laughed nearly in disbelief, “how’re you feeling?”

“Better now,” she spoke softly, turning her head back to the bundle in James arms.

Sirius nodded his attention being drawn back to James too, “Prongs… mate.”

James stood up then, carefully cradling his new baby in his arms and walking towards Sirius, tears flowing freely down his face. “Padfoot… this is Harry.”

Sirius stepped closer, peering into the blankets, being greeted with a mess of black hair - a little red face, eyes blinking slowly, his nose small as a button, and his mouth scrunched close. “Merlin, James… he looks just like you.”

“Here sit, hold him,” James said, motioning towards the bed, and Sirius sat delicately on the edge - staring at Lily as if asking for permission to hold her son. She nodded at him, sitting up just a little bit more, and winced in discomfort.

“Hold your arms out…” Marlene came around the bed, “here just like that.” And James was practically shaking with tears as he placed his son into Sirius’ arms.

“Make sure you hold his head… there…”

The lump was back in his throat, misty eyes staring at the infant that two of his best friends had created. He was just so… small. Up until that moment Sirius didn’t even know that a human being could be this small.

“Merlin’s balls…” Sirius said, simply because he was speechless with awe, and he didn’t know what else to say. “I can’t believe you two… you made a fucking kid.”

James could only laugh, sitting beside Lily, leaning against the headboard - his arm around her shoulders. “We made a fucking kid.” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t believe it himself.

“You’ll be his godparents right?” Lily asked suddenly, looking up at Marlene, and then back at Sirius.

Marlene beamed, taking Lily’s head in her hands, and pressing her forehead against her temple. “Of course Lily,” she whispered, and Lily was crying once more.

James looked to Sirius then, “Pads? Will you be his godfather?”

“Definitely…” Sirius said with so much surety. Lily’s hand was over her mouth, her chest heaving with her sobbing. “I’ll do whatever it takes Lily. To protect him.”

Lily leaned over - as much as she could in her weakened state - and placed her arm against his hand. “Thank you, Padfoot.”

Harry peered up at him, his green eyes wide as he took in the new face before him. “He has your eyes Lils,” Sirius said “Merlin I can’t believe he just came out of you.”

Lily laughed then, only to wince in pain, “don’t make me laugh right now, it hurts too much.”

Sirius couldn’t help laughing back - unable to take his eyes off of the newborn. “We’ll have loads of time for that later, won’t we mate?”

#jily #harry potter #james potter #jily fic #jily fanfiction #hp marauders #james and lily #lily potter #marauders #hp fanfic

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atyd1960 · 5 months ago

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Marauders era characters ranking

1. Lily Evans

- badass, tragic, academic genius, likes to blow shit up, bi energy, ginger

2. Sirius Black

- he’s a piece of shit but i still love him (love is illogical).

- Great taste in music, stylish, cycle breaker, emotionally incompetent.

3. James Potter

- also a dipshit but I don’t owe you an explanation

- ADHD, morning person, dog person, hilarious, Leo Valdez variant

4. Mary McDonald

- total badass, girls’ girl, trans, loves herself fr, I have a crush on her

5. Marlene McKinnon

- messy, gayest person ever, lowkey a Robin Buckley variant, punk rock, bad ADHD

6. Dorcas Meadowes

- female rage if it was a woman, she has a knife, she loves women, ice on the outside fire in the inside (it makes sense to me)

7. Remus Lupin

- I know it’s way to low I’m sorry he’s top five in my heart😭

- Just like super smart, traumatised in many ways, self esteem issues, fear of being known, fear of being alone, this man needs help and I wanna hug him.

8. Regulus Black

- he’s been through it.

- Tragic, lonely, trapped, confused, abandoned, desperate, gay, emo.

9. Pandora Lovegood/Rosier

- she’s a fairy

- Extremely weird, her body is here but her mind is elsewhere, likes to blow shit up.

10. Alice Fortescue

- not really from the marauders Era but still

- She loves dragons, she can fight with a sword, she’s blonde

11. Frank Longbottom

- he loves his wife, he loves brownies, Frank Zhang variant because I said so.

12. Sybil Trelawney

- Criminally underrated

- weird af, borderline freaky, messy, all over the place.

13. Andromeda Black/Tonks

- OG white sheep of the black family, rebel rebel, sick taste in music (and in men).

14. Xeno Lovegood

- he smokes weed like it’s oxygen, he’s high, he’s weird, he wears skirts.

15. Narcissa Black

- badass bitch, morally grey, cool hair.

16. Emmeline Vance

- I don’t really know her but I love the idea of her

- Lowkey a bisexual menace who listens to true crime podcasts and can’t talk to people and like same girl.

17. Evan Rosier

- I don’t even know that guy but I hate him

18. Bellatrix Black

- Completely insane but in a bad way

- Only reason she’s above Barty is that she has cool sisters

19. Barty Crouch JR

- he’s a psychopath and he owns up to it and I lowkey respect that but gross

20. Peter Pettigrew

- he’s everything that I hate the most about myself and it’s kinda scary

21. Severus Snape

- he’s really not the worst of them I just hate that guy

#marauders era #marauders #marauders characters #characters rank

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prongsiess · 2 years ago

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Once again, things my friends have said as incorrect marauders quotes:

James: we should get a hermit crab and call it Henry

Regulus, to Barty and Evan while doing his morning stretches: did you know that you live longer if you’re as flexible as a cat *winks*

Dorcas, looking at Reg zoning out looking at the gryffindor table: apparently cats think about marauders, not goldfish

Remus drunk off his rocker at a quidditch party, slurring his words: marauders for life man!

Peter, having a discussion with Marlene and Mary: I have the world’s most lesbian nails ever

James to Sirius in the Potters’ kitchen: of course not silly, Aslan (my hc name for the Potter’s gold retriever) can’t make dips!

James, showing off his shaved armpits to Marlene: it’s my little feminine trait, I don’t have armpits

Barty in care of magical creatures: hippogriffs are like speedbumps, the faster you run them over the less you feel them

Pandora, dead serious: I would kill Evan before I kill Reginald (my hc for the skittles’ pet snake)

Mary, to Sirius: just remember that I have a kitchen knife in my bag, I’m not kidding

Marlene: hey Minnie! You need to buy teenagers!

Sirius, discouraged that Remus doesn’t seem interested: NOOO I can’t have him but of course I can pick up old hags at madam pudifoots!

Peter: I am 99% banana and 1% wizard

Pandora, arguing with barty about Reginald: he doesn’t get constipated when I FEED HIM, I have magic fingers

Remus: Pompfrey’s my mum

Lily, standing behind Minnie with her arms crossed after Sirius just got detention: you’ve been Minnied

Mary consoling a first year after their first marauders prank: it’s okay the trauma will pass

Evan: my religion is pumpkin juice

Dorcas: me in the Great Hall on the morning that Reginald dies… “DEAR STUDENTS”-

Barty, literally unprompted: that child is postpartum

Marlene: Sirius, be honest, have you ever shoved a tampon up your ass?

Peter: it’s the peterphilia, the cult of my lawless village

Lily, dodging Marls, James, and Sirius trying to hug her after the won a match: do not fucking crust near me

Evan in herbology: if I put too many seeds will my plant overdose???

Remus close to a full moon: when I walk behind you I can smell your trail

Sirius: oh my god PENIS i’m freezing

Dorcas: not as if Barty can find the clit anyways

Regulus crying after he got less than an O: i’m not used to being stupid

Remus, talking about padfoot: I once saw him eat a squirrel and spit out its head

Sirius after any minor inconvenience: fuck school, fuck life, fuck this and someone please fuck me

James, sliding around the commonroom in his socks after accidentally having normal coffee instead of decaf: Lily move over I wanna drift the corner

Pandora: sorry i’m blonde, it’s not my fault!

James, after coming back from the slytherin common room: I’ve decided, slytherins are bipolar!

Sirius, scrutinizing themselves in the mirror: the more I think about it, the more I look like a rhinoceros

(These were all slightly changed to fit the context and some are translated from french as well, but the meanings stay true to the original)

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qu1cks1lversb1tch · 1 year ago

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Some of my Marauders era/Harry Potter Headcanons

Professor McGonagall was considered a patient teacher until the Prewett twins and the Marauders, so when the Weasley twins and Prongslet started Hogwarts, she just knew it would be a chaotic repeat of events.

"Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time."

Of course, we can't forget Ron. He was just as much Gideon and Fabian as Fred and George, but to a lesser degree.

He's brilliant and gets a lot of hate for always making Hermione cry (which im totally not ignoring)

Ron is an important part of the trio, even if the movies do kinda portray him as a replaceable, dickish, himbo, carrot top cunt, who purposely hurts Hermione.

THAT'S OUR FOODIE GINGER SNAP BABY RONALD, OKAY!?!?!???

We respect him in this household, even if we sometimes wanna kick his ass so hard he begins to think he's Viktor Krum.

REMUS LUPIN FOLDS HIS SOCKS

He did it as a child and a teenager, but he carried the habit into his adult life. It made him feel in control of something in his life.

James was Sirius's first kiss

Sirius was James's first kiss

Strictly platonic first kiss between a couple of bro's

It happened second year.

"Its not gay, Wormtail, we had socks on."

Peter was terrified of rats before he discovered his animagus was a rat

If Regulus Black was an animagus, he'd be a black cat, for obvious reasons

Speaking of Regulus Arcturus Black, we stan that dramatic emo bitch in this household <3

He was just like Sirius, but in his own way and he catches so much shit because he was a death eater and did bad things.

Before he was marked, he was a boy who wanted to make his family proud. After he was marked, he wanted to escape.

He defected to the good side, but he died before Sirius could know the good thing he had began. He was just a boy.

Draco heard stories from his mother about Regulus and based many of his best traits after his cousin.

He treated house elves with respect, mostly when Lucius wasn't around to influence him. When he had nothing to prove.

He didn't care if they were like Dobby or Kreacher

He simultaneously hated his father and wanted him to be proud, so he took the dark mark at sixteen

Much like Regulus did

He also wanted to defect. He didn't want to be a killer. He didn't want to die.

He was just a boy.

Hermione carried on the soul of Regulus

I will die on that hill.

She was born a few months after he died and they were very similar, except for the obvious differences (blood status, house, family life, you get the gist)

We all know about S.P.E.W.

Regulus would've been the FIRST official member if he had been alive

Lily introduced her pureblood friends to muggle fashion

In fifth year when she saw James in a pair of tight pants, she almost fell out right in the middle of Hogsmeade

After that, she forbade Sirius from letting James borrow his clothes ever again

For self-preservation purposes, I like to pretend THE prank never happened. If you know, you know. If you don't, I can't explain or I'll cry

Marlene McKinnon = blonde Sirius with boobs

Hermione, Remus, and Lily are the voices of reason amongst their friends, while also being just as bad as them in a more subtle way

"Now, if you two don't mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse. . . Expelled!"

BUT ALSO

Snape on fire ring any bells?

I just know James was sitting in the clouds, laughing his ass off while Lily told him to hush

She was also fighting laughter

Revenge often came in the form of a brilliant muggleborn witch

Sirius craves violence. . . And chaos

He would love when witches or wizards got mad, especially at him.

That shit turned him on faster than Remus fresh out of the shower

Sirius and Marlene yelled at eachother like siblings

Meanwhile Remus and Lily were sipping tea like some high society in-laws at Sunday brunch

Sirius LOVED Abba, but refused to admit it, even after Lily caught him singing 'Mamma Mia' under his breath. . . In the middle of class.

I SWEAR I had a point to this. I started writing HCs and then I started rambling??? I could ramble forever, honestly.

Send requests, I have some free time

Let me know if you want to be put on the tag list :)

It's currently empty, so it sure would be cool if I could make a list :)

#marauders #harry potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #golden trio era #marauders era #headcanon #ramblings

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artbyace · 2 years ago

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assigning mitski lyrics to marauders characters !!

cuz all my favorite things have to make me so sad and i love being miserable apparently. i added explanations that r pretty 50/50 on how much i pulled from canon or just sprinkled in headcanons

Reach out the car window tryin' to hold the wind / You tell me you love her, I give you a grin / Oh, all I ever wanted was a life in your shape / So I follow the white lines, follow the white lines / Keep my eyes on the road as I ache - Strawberry Blond

Remus about Sirius while watching him date girl after girl in school

Mom, would you wash my back? / This once, and then we can forget / And I'll leave what I'm chasing / For the other girls to pursue - Class of 2013

Regulus because mommy issues (same ) and those last two lines are so jegulus angst

I haven't given you what you need / You wanted me but couldn't reach me / So you went into your memory / Relive all the ways you still want me - Should’ve Been Me

James, how he never moved past Regulus’ death and spent his whole life looking for him in even the smallest details (really Regulus talking to James)

If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses / Then I wouldn't have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart - Once More to See You

Dorcas, because this lyric is just absolutely her pining over Marlene. personal HC that Marlene struggled with internalized homophobia so she constantly pushed Dorcas away, fearing what people may say. Dorcas just wanted to give her everything

Still nobody wants me / And I know no one will save me / I'm just asking for a kiss / Give me one good movie kiss / And I'll be alright - Nobody

Peter, feeling constantly on the outs of his friend group and just horrible about himself. Feeling as though no one would ever love him because he wasn’t as handsome as Sirius, funny as James, or intelligent as Remus :((

And I was so young when I behaved twenty-five / Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child /And I don't wanna go home yet / Let me walk to the top of the big night sky - First Love/Late Spring

Sirius. this one feels pretty self explanatory but how Sirius had to stand up to their mother and protect Reggie as a kid. escaping ‘home’ and finally being able to live freely and cry and experience emotions and heal his inner child. this whole song is So Sirius to me

And autumn comes when you're not yet done / With the summer passing by, but / I don't think I could stand to be / Where you don't see me - Francis Forever

Mary having to outlive all of her friends and ultimately not being able to stand it without them. they were her summer. (also there’s definitely an autumn/lily tie in i could make here but i’ll let that speak for itself)

One morning this sadness will fossilize / And I will forget how to cry … / And then one warm summer night / I'll hear fireworks outside / And I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry - Fireworks

Remus trying to move on with his life and forget Sirius after believing he was the one who had betrayed Lily and James.. but always having those feelings and grief resurface at the slightest memory of Sirius :(((

All of this turbulence wasn't forecasted / Apologies from the intercom / And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy / They'll think of me kindly / When they come for my things - Last Words of a Shooting Star

Regulus dying, but being so okay with doing so because he was dying doing the right thing. he died thinking Sirius and James and everyone else would know that he died defying Voldemort, and they would finally love him for it but they would never get to know T_T

You're coming back / And it's the end of the world / We're starting over and I love you darlin' / And I am done, dear - I Want You

Sirius or Remus about each other respectively. they’d finally made it back to each other after Sirius escaped Azkaban, but would never be able to live the life full of love they deserved .

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4uru · 2 years ago

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Here to share the weird and rare times I make fanart bc these bitch ass characters live in a Victorian mansion turned "hype-house" and they refuse to pay rent

Other Blogs:

Art blog: @4uru-draws

Bengali /Desi Culture blog : @oreh-kolpona

Alastair Carstairs fanblog: @esfandiyar-jahanshah

Tag for my cats: #dibanishi

The fanfic list :

Finished

Unfinished

Original Work

Biblically Accurate Misfortunes (arthurian legends reincarnation)

HP fanfics : (fuck jk rowling)

Somehow This Was Sirius's Fault (marauders time travel to modern day hogwarts)

My Mommy's got a gun (You better run) (Marauders era canon divergence)

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie (James Potter ll x Teddy Lupin slow burn)

The Weasley Diaries fanart and fanfic

Hey, Sister Do You Still Believe In Love? I Wonder. (Dominique Weasley centric oneshot)

Less Of A Lily, More Like A Dandelion (trans masc Lily Luna Potter centric oneshot)

TSC fanfic: (also fuck cc)

TLH fanfics:

Good Riddance! (Alastair tearing Charles a new one)

Rubatosis (Thomastair smut ft. Bottom Thomas)

When Summer Slipped Us (Underneath Her Tongue) (Thomastair fluff)

Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse. (Matthew x kit)

It Feels Like Yesterday Was A Year Ago, But I Don't Wanna Let Anybody Know. (What if Cordelia went to Alastair at the end of choi)

TDA fics :

(swap AU series)

There's really no way of winning, if in their eyes you'll always be a dumb blonde Mark Blackthorn x Diego Rosales smut fic

I Get Mean When I'm Nervous, (Like A Bad Dog). Keiran/Julian Balackthorn toxic yaoi🔥

Love Me In Spite (If I betray All Lonely Nights) Robert Lightwood x Michael Wayland oneshot fic

Cobra Kai Fanfic:

A Fresh Poison Each Week (Binary Boyfriends canon divergence AU)

Tell Me Something Nice (Anthony x Kenny post season 5)

#jeddy #hp next gen #thomastair #binary boyfriends #anthenny #kanthony #cobra kai fanfic #tlh fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #thomastair fanfiction

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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wanna hear your thoughts about Lily (Evans)/Narcissa 😁

Pahn!!!! Thanks for the ask! 😁 I do love me some Narlily! (Though I prefer Cissily, but most people use Narlily I think so I shall too!)

1.) What made you ship it?

It first occurred to me when it appeared as a background ship in crowthing's Starlight. And my only thought was "um, yes????" Then I found a Snegurochka fic with Narlily called The Lost Prophecy About the Woman in White and I was like "definitely yes."

2.) What are your favorite things about the ship?

The aesthetic, ngl. Blonde hair and red! Blue eyes (my preference) and green! Hot ladies being hot together.

Also like...two women from such different worlds. Narcissa, the pureblood, the aristocrat. Lily, the Muggleborn from Cokeworth. Slytherin and Gryffindor.

So if we think about Lily as being super feisty and fierce and independent, and Narcissa being this elegant graceful lady abiding by the status quo...and Lily sort of breaking the spell a bit. And trying to convince Narcissa to be herself and live for herself. But the Black family loyalty is strong. The idea of tradition versus progression and freedom. The things they can learn from each other. Being so charmed by each other, in spite of their differences, and in spite of how "wrong" it is.

Oh oh! Also the drama potential of Narcissa standing up to her family, or even if she doesn't and their secret is found out????

Then all the possibilities in wartime of spying and using each other for information. The infidelity once they're married to Lucius and James. Also the idea of them getting their shit together and raising Draco and Harry as brothersssss. 🥹

Idk there's so much potential and the "opposites attract" line and the "quasi enemies-to-lovers" aspect is just sooooo appealing to me!

3.) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Probably the fact that I prefer all the questionable elements haha!

ship asks

answered: Dramione, Snarry, Jegulus, Jily, Dron, Starbucks, Riddledore, Snupin, Remadora, Fleurmione, Snack, Snumbledore, Scorbus, Jeddy, Moonchaser, Snamione, Ronmione, Tomarrymort, Flintwood, Narlily, Snape/reader or OCs, AD/GG/TMR.

#asked & answered #ship asks #narlily

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orionsgirl7lovegoodravenclaw · 2 years ago

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Let's talk WolfStar

I wholeheartedly believe it is absolutely Canon that these two either had a summer Hangout or in school 5-6th year realization of they're mutual feelings for each other. Fantastic examples of this in some of my favorite FanFictions are "cruel summer by moonystarx (girl__almighty)", "Do I Wanna Know? By shadow_prince", and (kind of) "Now I Wanna Be Your Dog by pixelated (prettyremus)". All to be found at AO3.

I believe they fell in love, HARD, and were set ablaze for the last 2 years of school. Remus was fit, tall, and bulked up by running everyday (to help with the changes every month). His honey blond hair was wavy and had green eyes. He often feelt weird in his new bulk, but grew into it with confidence and calm contentment in life, love and who he was. Sirius was also fit, a bit shorter, and had the proper bulk of an athlete from all of the quidditch he played. His hair was shoulder length and black, like a true 90s bad boy, and his eyes were golden brown. He's adhd, a jokester and constantly moving around and smiling. But when he's with Remus Peter James and lily, he's the dependable softy who will defend them at any cost. All while fighting his inner demons of his past and family tree, the physical and emotional abuse he's suffered. Also the new emotions of being newly adopted by The potters and their love.

I believe once the war started and the 5 graduated, tensions were high for them all, and though the Marauders and Lily clung to each other, the pressure and stress began to get to them.

I believe this began to lead Peter down the path he went, and cause Lily and James to cling so closely together, they married and became pregnant with harry. And Sirius and Remus became slightly codependent and overly stressed trying to protect their friends and each other. The pressures of Lupin being a werewolf and Sirius being a Black adding to the trouble.

I believe this led Padfoot to the decisions he made in suspecting Peter or Lupin, realizing and knowing it could never be Lupin so it must be Peter! Trading secret keeper, seeing his best friends murdered and trying to run away with Harry. Going to Azkaban and suffering in silence for 13 years! And Lupin feeling the betrayal of Sirius so hard, it sends him spiraling until years later Dumbledore helps get him back on his feet, and one day he's the defense against the dark arts teacher for Harry.

I believe when Padfoot got out of prison and away from the school, he and Remus were reunited in one of the far away places he ran off to. Remus now knowing the truth had to find him. It was awkward for a while, as Remus felt so much guilt for not believing in Sirius, pain for imagining what the other must have gone through in prison and discomfort in dealing with his own depression and pain from his monthly changes. And Black had his PTSD to deal with, along with the pain he knew he caused others and again reliving the Potter's deaths.

But as the year went on, the two men came back together, and found their love still burned hot. But it was new and different and the same. They comforted each other sharing that the pains of the past could be healed and that all they had been through could only make them stronger. It was difficult terrain, but they found it worth everything. And when we see them again in OOTP, things were just getting great, and it all felt like nothing could separate them again.

Now the part I don't like to talk about.

When Sirius dies, Remus dies. And while the two had made good friends with Tonks over the last year, this allowed her to be there for Remus as a friend to grieve with. She didn't press at first, didn't do anything to cross boundaries, she was just there, as a friend. She reminded him so much of Black some days it hurt, and other days, it was the only comfort that helped him to breath. He never thought he would like, let alone consider a woman ever again since Sirius, but here they were in companionable comfort, and he liked it. He liked her, and it turned out, she liked him, but didn't want to overstep. But once he kissed her one night after playing chess, by the warm fire, days after a bad full moon, she knew she'd never leave him again.

And I think we know the rest. He loved her, but he still loved Sirius. He wanted to be with her and their baby, but he wanted to be with James and Sirius too (going with Harry, and risking death). But once he had his son, and realized his full love for Teddy and Tonks, he never planned on leaving them again.... Till the war meet them at Hogwarts.

😭😭😭I don't know why I just did this to myself.

#sirius x lupin #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #Remus x Sirius #james & peter & remus & sirius #Sirius Black #the Marauders #Harry Potter #wolf star #wolfstar #Sirius black x Remus Lupin

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just-a-honey-badger · 2 years ago

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🤲

ahhh tyty!!

🤲 would you please share a snippet of a wip?

sirius black winced slightly as his mother adjusted his collar and tie. as soon as she had finished, he rushed off and climbed on to the train, without a single goodbye. he found an empty compartment and sat down as he pulled out the sketchbook he got for his birthday last year, a secret holiday present from his (favourite) older cousin andromeda and her fiancé, ted. they also gifted him a set of charcoals, which he had brought along as well. he started to draw what he saw; an empty seat facing him.

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james potter gave his parents one last hug before he got on the train, narrowly avoiding another wet cheek kiss from his mum; his dad telling him to keep his cloak safe one last time. he waved without looking over his shoulder as he ran to the bright red hogwarts express. he looked up and down the first carriage until he found one with a kid sitting alone. they had black hair that went down to their chin and they were sketching something with charcoals; a rainy window. james knocked on the door.

"hey, could i sit here?" he asked. the kid looked up and nodded, so james sat down across from them. "i’m james. james potter."

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remus lupin waved goodbye to his mum and dad with a nervous, shaky smile on his face. he walked slowly up to the first compartment he saw; one with a blonde girl, a brunette and a boy with short black hair. they seemed to be talking, but they looked friendly enough, so remus slid the door open and asked, "could i sit with you guys?"

the blonde asked if he was a pureblood. he said no; his mum was a muggle. the brunette, with a most disgusted look on her face, said, "ew, no. go find your own compartment."

as he walked away, remus couldn’t help but think about how much worse a first impression could be. he kicked the ground in frustration.

he ended up knocking on a door with two people inside. the one with long black hair seemed to be drawing the one with curly brown hair and glasses. the cheerful, glasses-clad boy looked up and smiled brightly.

"wanna sit with us?"

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lily evans smiled excitedly at severus snape, not bothering to look back at her scowling sister. they walked together to the train as lily followed severus to a compartment full of 'pureblood' boys. one sneered at her, and she was slightly taken aback, but she didn’t think much of it.

it was only about fifteen minutes into the train ride that lily left to find a new spot. she couldn’t believe the insults and foul language, couldn’t believe they could even think of such things. one boy kicked her! severus only bothered to stand up for her the first few times. she got up without a word, scowling, and she thought she could hear slight cheers as she walked away. she felt a hot tear slide down her cheek; she wiped it away angrily.

she came up to a carriage with three boys. she slid open the door and asked quietly, "is that seat taken?"

a boy with brown, curly hair and round black glasses looked at her, sporting a very bright, friendly grin and said, "go ahead," gesturing to the seat next to him. she smiled weakly, gratefully; these boys seemed much nicer.

"i’m lily evans. what are your names?"

the boy sitting directly across from her, one with a wide smile, dark brown hair sticking up slightly and long, pale scars across his face, introduced himself as remus lupin. the one sitting next to him, with the chin-length black hair and a shy smile on his pale, colourless face was called sirius black and the one next to her said he was james potter. james seemed okay, even if he was looking at her curiously quite a bit. sirius was drawing james, and it looked really good, to be honest. on the same page he had sketched an empty train carriage and a rainy window, all incredibly realistic and detailed. she was impressed.

(this is from if only: marauders btw)

#asks #writer asks #ask bel #georgeia <3

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anticomedygarden · 2 years ago

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Keeping the Faith part 3

title from billy joel's 'keeping the faith'

also posted on ao3

Part 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

“Now that we’re all here, you’re probably wondering why we’ve called this meeting,” Marlene said dramatically, as if their friend group didn’t have meetings like this weekly.

Although, James reasoned, perhaps Marlene was making an announcement for the benefit of her girlfriend. This was Dorcas’ first Marauders meeting, after all. (None of the others had taken to the group name as James had, not even Pete, but he still used it whenever possible, hoping it would catch on. So far, it had not.)

Marlene and Lily were standing at the head of the dining table in 300 Fox Way, apparently about to enlighten the group on why they all had to be here at this particular moment. The girls hadn’t even given them time to rest after practice, just told them all they needed to meet at their house for ‘shocking news’, so James, Remus, and Marlene herself were all sweaty and gross, not to mention starving and exhausted.

Lily held up her pointer finger. “First, Mom made food.” She made her way to the fridge and pulled out what looked like a whole lasagna. She set it on the marble top kitchen island.

James clapped his hands and jumped up. “Yay! I was afraid you had invited us all over to starve us to death.”

“I think they’re actually trying to poison us with the smell,” Sirius said, pinching his nose. “Seriously, did any of you shower?”

“You mean after practice when these two-” Remus gestured toward Marlene and Lily “-screamed into the locker rooms that we’d better get our asses moving or they were coming in to drag us out?” He grabbed some plates out of the red cabinet over the sink and set them next to the lasagna.

Sirius blushed but grabbed a plate. “You could’ve…rinsed off at least.”

Remus turned to James, a look of disbelief on his face. James just shrugged, amused by his friends’ and slightly amazed they hadn’t realized yet that they were both deeply in love with each other.

“Where were you, by the way?” Remus asked, looking back at Sirius, then repeated the question when he saw Sirius’ back was turned with his bad ear facing Remus.

“I was in the art room working on a project,” he answered, far too quickly to be true. Remus looked at him skeptically but dropped it, and James decided not to press.

Suddenly, someone poked him in the back, and he jumped. “Move,” Dorcas said. “You’re blocking the lasagna.”

Lily snickered. “Yeah, James you’re blocking the lasagna.”

He looked at her, fully prepared to give a retort but stopped when he saw her vibrant smile. He blushed and looked away, quickly scooping some pasta and moving back to his seat. (And, no, the irony was not lost on him. He was just as bad about Lily as Sirius and Remus were about each other.)

A few minutes later when everyone had gotten food and came back to the long wood table, Marlene started again. “So, yesterday,” she said around a mouthful of pasta, “Abraxas Malfoy came in for a tarot and palm reading.” She swallowed.

It wasn’t particularly extraordinary on its own that Malfoy had come here, though it was strange that he would come for their services and not intimidation. Malfoy was either incredibly stupid or incredibly desperate. Either way, there was clearly more to the story.

Lily picked up where Marlene left off. “The tarot reading was normal. He apparently has some big decision to make, or someone close to him has to anyway, and he’s a rich asshole, but Marlene got a vision when she tried to do the palm reading.” Lily turned to Marlene who had just returned from getting seconds. “You wanna explain this?”

“Sure,” Marlene said, putting her fork down and brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face. “I touched his hand for the palm reading and immediately went into a vision. I had a really clear image of a world map with all these crisscrossing strings. I’m not sure if the map was in Malfoy’s house or if he just saw it somewhere, but he was there, kinda looking at the map, but there was another guy there that Malfoy kept calling ‘The Dark Lord’. He was old and bald, and his nose was completely gone. Actually, his skin was really gray, like he was sick or something, but he was also kinda ripped, so-”

“Marlene!” Lily stopped her, which was fine with James, and one glance at Sirius confirmed he felt the same way.

The girls didn’t know simply because they hadn’t been as close when Sirius was still living with his parents, but the man Marlene was describing just so happened to be the guy that ran the gang Sirius’ biological parents were not only a part of, but were an integral piece of the inner circle.

“Tell them the important part,” Lily urged.

Marlene glanced up, having been ripped from her detailed description of the worst person in Henrietta. “Oh, yeah!” Dorcas smiled fondly at her girlfriend. “So the map was called ‘Leylines’, and there was one running straight through Henrietta.”

Next to James, Sirius drew in a sharp breath and stood. “I-I need to leave,” he announced. He made his way shakily to the front door and wrenched it open, barely closing it on his way out.

James looked after him and stood. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said, not having to think twice about it. At this point in his life, James had pretty much accepted his role as the ‘mom friend,’ as Sirius liked to call him.

When he got outside, he quickly spotted Sirius leaning against the passenger side of the Pig, facing the street. “Hey, Pads!” he called. “Where did you think you were going?” He held up the keys and jangled them.

Slowly enough that James was afraid Sirius hadn’t heard, his brother turned his head to look at James, fear evident in his eyes. James unlocked the car and they both slid inside.

After a moment of silence, James said, “Did you actually want to go somewhere, or are we just gonna chill?”

“Just here is fine,” Sirius said, looking out the passenger window.

James nodded. They sat there for another couple minutes until Sirius finally said, “He’s the reason I left that night. The Dark Lord. His real name’s Tom Riddle, but he calls himself Voldemort, makes his followers call him the Dark Lord.” Sirius shook his head. “Anyway, my parents had decided that they would officially recruit me into the Death Eaters that night. I came home to Voldemort already at the house. I still don’t know where Regulus was. He could’ve been at a friend’s, at school, or, hell, still in his room, but I never even made it upstairs.”

James drew in a breath and rested his hands on the dark steering wheel. For how close James and Sirius were, the older Black had kept that night under lock and key, never even giving a hint as to what had happened. James had known it had been big, but he’d just assumed Walburga and Orion had found out Sirius was gay or something like that. He never would have imagined it was this big.

Sirius continued. “Before I tell you the rest of this, there’s something else you should know.” He paused, trying to figure out how exactly to say whatever it was he was about to explain. “I know all about leylines. I’ve seen the map from Marlene’s vision. It’s in 12 Grimmauld Place because that’s where Voldemort lives. I actually helped make it.” He paused again.

James decided to help him along. “How do you know all of this?”

Sirius winced, poking at the leather seat. "That's the hard part." He looked James straight in the eyes, and, to be honest, James got a little nervous. "I have powers," he said.

James stared. "Like, psychic powers?" he asked, not sure Sirius was being genuine.

Sirius scowled and fiddled with gearshift. "No, James, not psychic powers,” he said, seemingly offended. “At least, I don’t think they’re psychic. It has something to do with the leylines. If I'm on a leyline, I can sense everything happening within about a 20 mile radius, and I can control hotspots."

"What are hotspots?" James asked, carefully untangling Sirius’ fingers from the gearshift and gripping it loosely, Sirius’ pale skin standing out against James’ light brown.

"They're places where two or more leylines cross," he explained. "Here, that's Cabeswater."

James furrowed his brow. He had so many questions. "So when you say you helped make the map-"

"I mean when I was little, my parents would put me on this giant world map and have someone mark the places I went the most. As far as I can tell, it's all correct. I was always drawn back to Henrietta, though I don't know if that was because I knew it was home or because it had the strongest presence." He wrung his hands. "I still don't know how they figured out I had powers. It's not like there was a test they could run at the hospital for it. Either way, I don't think they know the full extent of what I can do, because if they did, Voldemort wouldn't have let me go so easily."

James nearly protested. Sirius' valiant escape from Number 12 Grimmauld Place could not in any context be described as 'easy'.

Either not sensing or ignoring James' disagreement, Sirius kept going. "At first, it was very casual. Introductions were made, and we had dinner. I mean, it wasn’t that casual since it was still my parents and no one has skin that gray or slits instead of a nose.”

It took a moment for that to register. “Wait, what?”

Sirius’ mouth split in a grin. “Yeah, his skin’s legit all gray, and he doesn’t really have a nose. It’s just these two red slits. He’s also completely bald: no head hair, no eyebrows or eyelashes, and no body hair. It’s freaky.”

James started. “Maybe he shaves it?”

He shook his head. “No, there’s never any stubble or anything. Reggie and I have a theory that he’s part reptile.” He gazed out the windshield. “Anyway, throughout dinner, Mother and Father did their whole Death Eater, bigotry bullshit rant, but after we were done eating, they started talking me up, which was worrying in itself. Turns out, they were building up to telling Voldemort about my powers. Apparently, he has some mission that requires the use of leylines. He decided he just had to have me. I told them I wasn’t going to whore myself out to a bastard like Riddle, and they told me if I wasn’t going to give myself to the cause, they would make me. We fought, and I ran.” Sirius cast his eyes downward and tightened his hold on James’ hand. “You know the rest.”

Indeed. James would never forget that day. April 12. A year and a half ago, James had just gotten in his car after working out when his phone started ringing with a call from Sirius, immediately sending James into panic mode as, a, the Blacks didn’t know Sirius had a phone, and, b, Sirius never called anyone. Answering had only furthered his panic as he was met with a frantic ‘help, park’ and then nothing.

Needless to say, he had raced to the local park, probably breaking several traffic laws. What he found there was forever ingrained in his memory: Sirius, passed out on a park bench, blood caked to the side of his head, phone lying on the ground surrounded by broken glass. The subsequent trip to the hospital was the fastest James had ever driven, and he hoped he never had to drive that fast again (though looking back, it had been exhilarating - in the worst way possible). A week later, Sirius was released to the Potters without hearing in his right ear but with a giant cast on his leg that had stayed on well into the summer and had taken months to fully heal, not to mention the emotional aspect.

James leaned his head against the headrest. Why did all of his friends have so much fucking trauma?

“Okay,” he breathed, still clutching Sirius’ hand. “What do you want to do about it?”

Sirius turned his face back towards James. “That’s it? You’re not gonna tell me to press charges or say you don’t believe me?”

“You got enough of that when you ran away,” James answered. “And I trust you. If you say you have magical powers, then you have magical powers.”

Sirius practically deflated, and James wondered how long he had been carrying this burden around. Probably as long as he’d known he had magic.

“Besides, I have a different question,” James said. Sirius groaned. “Is this why you won’t go for it with Remus?”

Sirius choked. “Of all the questions,” he muttered, shaking his head. He straightened. “No, this is not why. I won’t go for it with Remus because he doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to destroy our friendship.”

“Oh, come on, Sirius! You and I both know that’s bullshit,” James said. Sirius looked taken aback, but James continued. “Because it seems to me that you still feel guilty about what happened and are afraid Remus will hate you if you tell him.” Which was incredibly frustrating because James had it on good authority that Remus was involved in things that were just as shady, if not more so, and if one were to ask James, the two of them getting together would really help ease their individual guilts. But of course, no one was asking him.

Sirius gave him a grumpy look. “Fine, you’re right. But that’s not all it is. What if Voldemort suddenly decides I’m useful and comes after me? I don’t wanna put Remus in danger.”

James softened because that was actually a legitimate concern, though it could also be dismissed if Remus was willing to share just a little bit more about his life outside of the Marauders.

James tried to respond in a way that would convince Sirius to get over his fears while also not revealing anything Remus wanted to keep private. It was a tough line to walk. “Do you think,” he started gently, “that maybe you should leave it up to Remus to decide what danger he is okay with? And maybe give him the benefit of the doubt in that nothing that’s happened to you is your fault and that you are the only person who blames you?”

Sirius blinked at him as if those thoughts had never crossed his mind. “I-” he hesitated. “I see your point, and I will think about it.”

James knew better than to press. He had been trying his two best friends together for years, and it was through several deep conversations not unlike this one with each of them that he had gotten this far. “Thank you. But seriously, what do you wanna do now? I’ll sit here as long as you want, but everybody is waiting for us, and I am their ride home,” he said.

Sirius glanced at his phone. “I guess I should tell them what I know,” he said.

At that, James looked at him. “You don’t have to tell them anything, Pads,” he said harshly.

Sirius rubbed his neck. “I know, but it’s relevant, now, and they should know-”

“No, they really shouldn’t. What you want them to know is up to you, not the greedy maniac that thinks he runs this town.”

Sirius thought for a moment. “Do you think I could tell them about Voldemort without telling them about my powers or my parents?”

“I think that could work,” James answered. “But only if you want to.”

Sirius paused, and then- “I think I do.”

James unlocked the car. “Then let’s do it.”

When they returned to the house, the others were all talking about the lit presentation. Apparently, Marlene and Dorcas had chosen Hamilton as their work of fiction, and Marlene was trying to convince Remus to give another theme analysis.

“Come on, you’re so good at this stuff! You came up with the Puss in Boots one so fast,” Marlene was saying to Remus who shook his head.

“I’m not helping you cheat, Marlene,” he insisted. “Besides, I’m sure your girlfriend has some great ideas.”

They turned to Dorcas who nodded. “I have several.”

Lily spotted them first. “Hey, guys.” The others stopped talking.

Sirius must have still had a weird look on his face because Remus frowned at him, concerned, and mouthed, Everything okay?

James didn’t see Sirius' reaction, but he guessed it wasn’t acceptable because Remus continued to look worried.

By the time James sat down, Sirius had put on his ‘I am not okay, but I’m going to pretend I am’ face. “Everybody look at me, I have an announcement!” he declared, face full of false bravado. James had to give it to him; he was really selling it.

“Jesus, guys, any more shocking news, and I may faint. What’s this, three in the last two days?” Marlene observed.

“I don’t think it counts when you were the subject of two of them,” Remus said.

Marlene shrugged.

Sirius clapped his hands. “Okay, back to me!” Then, before he could be derailed again, he said, “I know who the Dark Lord is.” The others broke out in chatters, but Sirius held up a hand. “Please, hold your questions until the end. This is a long story, and I want to finish it today.”

He launched into the story he had just told James, careful to avoid any mention of his powers, brother, and parental treatment.

He finished with the part about the night he ran away, just saying a curt, “They wanted to recruit me, so I left.”

They sat in silence for a moment as everybody processed the information.

Finally, Dorcas broke the silence. “It seems to me that everything we need to know is at Grimmauld Place.”

Lily and Remus nodded. “The map, Voldemort, information on the Death Eaters…it’s all there,” Lily confirmed.

“The only problem is how do we get that information?” Remus said.

Dorcas put her hands on the table. “I could always ask Regu-”

“No,” Sirius cut in. “If Voldemort or our parents catch him, he’s dead.”

Dorcas’ eyes hardened. “That’s assuming they catch him.”

Sirius met her head on. “That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

“It’s not your decision,” Dorcas countered. “It’s been a year and a half, Sirius; he’s his own person with his own mind.”

Sirius fisted his hands. “This is not his problem, and I refuse to put him in danger.”

“All right,” Remus broke in before Dorcas could offer another counter point. “We don’t have to decide anything tonight.” He glanced at the oven clock. “And it’s only 6:30. How about we get started on those lit presentations?”

James sent Remus a look of gratitude, thankful someone intervened before Sirius and Dorcas could really start arguing. Then every single thought left his mind as he realized he and Lily were about to spend an indeterminate amount of time alone together.

Lily stood. “That’s a great idea, Remus! Why don’t you two take my room, Marlene and Dorcas can work in the reading room, and James and I will stay here,” she decided.

Remus cocked his head at her. “You don’t want your own room?”

Marlene snickered. “She probably doesn’t trust James in the same room as her underwear drawer.”

“But you trust Sirius?” Remus said, disbelieving.

“It’s not her that needs to be worried,” Sirius said, biting his bottom lip and winking.

James sighed internally. They’d get there somehow.

Once Sirius had closed the door to Lily’s bedroom, Remus turned to him, a strange look on his face. “I know that there’s more you’re not telling us.”

Sirius guiltily turned his face toward the floor. There was no point in trying to hide it. Remus would figure out, he always did.

“But, I don’t want you to tell me if you’re not ready,” Remus finished and held up his hands, because he was actually the best person in the world, tied with James.

Sirius took that as an invitation, crossing in front of the bed to bury his face in Remus’ chest and hug him tightly.

Remus stumbled a bit but quickly righted himself. Sirius smiled when the tawny haired boy’s arms came up around him. “Alright,” Remus muttered, resting his chin on Sirius’ head.

“You give nice hugs,” Sirius observed. It was true. Remus’ tall, muscular frame allowed for the best of bear hugs, and his sweaters were so damn soft, Sirius wanted to cry.

“Not that this isn’t nice,” Remus started, pulling back slightly, and then laughed when Sirius tightened his grip, “but is there any particular reason for it?”

Sirius hummed, then, surprising himself, said, “Regulus texted me last night.”

“What?” Remus gasped, chin slightly digging into Sirius’ head. “Thats-that’s big, Pads.”

“I know,” Sirius said casually, as if he hadn’t just dropped the biggest news of the past two days. He was totally beating Marlene.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t told James. He hadn’t been sure how to feel about it, and the whole thing had just seemed so personal that he wanted to keep it to himself for a little longer, but he just couldn’t anymore. It was too much.

“It was just a couple sentences, but it’s more than we’ve spoken to each other in so long, and I almost blacked out when I saw his name, Moons, I swear, it was-” His breath hitched, and he realized with a distant sense of surprise that he had tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Remus pulled back until he was looking Sirius in the eyes. “This is a good thing, right?”

Sirius nodded.

“Good,” Remus said, bringing Sirius back into his arms. “Did you text him back?”

He nodded again. “I just told him that I miss him; I didn’t know what else to say.”

“That’s enough, Pads, just the fact that you answered is enough,” Remus insisted, hugging Sirius tightly.

And that - that was fine, because Sirius had only been in love with Remus for three years, three years of pining and avoiding touches, of careful flirting, and it was entirely not worth it, because Remus was so damn nice (not literally of course, his sarcasm could destroy nations), and his sweaters were soft, and he gave the best hugs, and he always went out of his way to make sure everyone else was okay, and James was right, there was no point at all in not going for it.

Fuck it. He looked up at Remus. “I love you.”

He watched Remus’ eyes widen, and suddenly he was no longer being held as Remus stumbled backward. “I-w-what? You what?” He appeared to be going through the five stages of grief.

Well, that certainly wasn’t the reaction Sirius had been hoping for. He tried again, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been in love with you for three years.”

Remus breathed out sharply through his nose. “You’ve got to be kidding.” He rubbed his face with his hands, and Sirius felt his brow furrow. He’d thought Remus would at least believe him.

He walked back toward Remus, just on the verge of crowding his personal space. “You know, there are a lot of people who would kill to be in your position right now,” Sirius said, voice wavering slightly yet still earnest.

Remus took his hands off his face to reveal an open mouth pulled into an amused smile. “Well,” he smirked, “too bad for them because I am also in love with you.”

Sirius blew out a relieved breath, mouth splitting into a wide smile. “Really?” He wasn’t even embarrassed when his voice came out an octave higher than normal.

The boy in front of him nodded slowly, and then Sirius' lips were suddenly, amazingly on his.

Abruptly, Remus pulled back, eyes crinkling when Sirius whined.

"Are you really sure about this?" he asked. "Because this kinda ends our casual friendship."

Sirius snorted. Sexy, he thought. "I'm pretty sure our friendship was never casual to begin with."

"That's good enough for me," Remus said, going back in for another kiss, and all thoughts of leylines, his family, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, and school left his mind, at least while Remus' lips were on his.

He wished it could last forever.

Remus had just settled into bed when his phone buzzed.

Marlene: so how far did everyone get in their presentations

Lily: we got pretty far actually

Lily: we only have a couple slides left

Marlene: over achievers 🤮

Marlene: where’s james

Sirius: he goes to bed at 9

Marlene: he does not

Remus: yep, every night

Sirius: except weekends when he gets a whole extra half hour

Marlene: oh my god

Marlene: what about game nights

Sirius: he passes out as soon as he gets home, so around 10:30

Lily: james being an old man aside, how much did you get done

Marlene: a decent amount

Sirius: so you just sat there while dorcas did everything

Marlene: no, you ass, this is our first school thing together, she can’t know i’m that kid yet

Remus: understandable

Marlene: and what did you two get done

Sirius: oh, you know, a few slides

Lily: i’m sure

A notification popped up with a private text from Sirius.

Sirius: she has no idea

Remus: :) but we really do need to start on it

Sirius: meh

Remus: oh my god i can’t believe i’m in love with you

Sirius: :))))))))))

Remus: 🙄 good night

Sirius: nighty night lover

Remus smiled, then turned over and went to sleep.

Regulus, your father and I have decided that it’s time for you to officially join the family business. You’ll take the Dark Mark next weed.

Those words had been bouncing around in Regulus’ head all night, ever since his mother had cast them at dinner that evening.

If she got what she wanted (as she usually did), Regulus would be initiated into the Death Eaters next week, starting with the gang’s gruesome snake and skull sign tattooed on his forearm, lovingly named the Dark Mark.

He hadn’t even tried to fight it. There was no use. He would never win against them.

But there was one person he knew could stop it, or at least could tell someone else who could.

But Regulus couldn’t. He had barely been able to just send him a text the night before; how could he ask this of Sirius so soon after reconnecting?

Of course, this problem was one of the exact things Sirius would want to know about, and he was one of the few people who had the power to help.

But wasn’t it Regulus’ responsibility to take care of himself? He wasn’t Sirius' problem anymore.

On the other hand, it had been a year and a half, and Regulus was no closer to his own goals now than he was then, personal or otherwise.

Finally, after four hours of fighting against his guilt and feelings of failure at needing help, he dug his phone out of his mattress, resigning himself to the help of others.

Regulus (10:17 p.m.): I need your help. I want out.

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