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okay so this song but its sirius not knowing he’s queer yet and not understanding his feelings towards remus

#you’re in love #you found heaven #??? #guys its so that #sirius black #padfoot #queer sirius #remus lupin #moony #wolfstar #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders era fandom #harry potter #70s dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards #Spotify

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people watching by conan gray but it’s peter not knowing hes aroace and seeing sirius and remus happily in a relationship and james in a relationship with reg and peters just like “well wtf is wrong with me i want that too”

#umm lemme go cry #peter pettigrew #aroace peter pettigrew #aroace #sirius black #padfoot #remus lupin #moony #wolfstar #james potter #prongs #regulus black #reggie #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #marauders #marauders era #marauders era fandom #harry potter #70s dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards

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running to the bus stop and blasting conan gray in ur headphones is something different 😃

#yeahhhh #but GUYS alley rose was playing #so im fine #alley rose #conan gray #otishenanigans #otisbusadventures #OMG NOW ITS BOURGOISJHSISBSGDIW IDK HOW SPELL IT #bourgeoisieses

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flew down the stairs like a ballerina (i almost tripped and fell but gues what?? I MADE IT)

#so random #but it was an expierence #trust me #otishenanigans

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James growing up with most people calling him Jamie. He never minded until one morning, Regulus, still half asleep, softly said his name into the crook of his neck and from that point on James corrected anyone but Reg who tried to call him that.

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@jegulus-microfic – Day 12 • Amortentia • wc 312

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“Remus, Remus!” Regulus came rushing into the great hall with James trailing behind him. He stopped abruptly, almost making James bump into him. “Help me, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” flailing his hands between him and his fluffy-haired shadow.

James put a hand on Regulus’s bicep rubbing gentle circles into it, looking down at how his dark curls sat against sharp cheekbones. 

“I don’t see the problem.” Remus replied hesitantly.

“The idiot drank amortentia this morning and won’t leave me alone.” He huffed, brushing off James’s hand and taking a step away just for James to take a step closer again.

James looked dejected and reached out to brush a lose curl behind his boyfriend’s ear, running his finger across the line of his jaw. “Reggie” he whined. 

“I’m not sure how to help, Regulus. He’s not acting much different than usual.”

Sirius came running up to them then, ruffling James’s hair and moving to stand next to Remus. “What’s up, why’s Reg here?”

“Pads! Hi! I’ve been with him all morning. He’s been super grumpy but he’s so pretty when he is.” James said excitedly, stroking the side the younger’s face which earned him a groan from Sirius. 

Ignoring his brother’s presence and the show of affection from his doe-eyed boyfriend, Regulus turned back to Remus. “I can’t put up with this all day. Please just help me.”

“Help with what?” Sirius questioned, looking between the two of them. 

Regulus let out a loud whine of frustration, “What is wrong with you two!”

“James supposedly drank amortentia.” Remus told Sirius. 

Sirius looked wide eyed at James now. “Really Prongs? I thought people started going crazy when they have it? You seem fine.”

“What are you talking about! He’s acting like a crazy lovesick puppy!” Regulus shouted.

“Yeah… that’s pretty much the norm for him when you’re around, Reg.”

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@jegulus-microfic | may 1: animagus | word count: 333

This was the third time Regulus had found himself in the Forbidden Forest, staring into the eyes of a massive stag, and he was willing to bet it had been the same stag each time. 

He hesitantly approached the animal, careful not to startle it as he reached a hand out toward its head. He began to gently stroke between its eyes as it leaned into his hand.

“Hey,” he said softly. He studied the stag’s face, its soft brown nose and big chocolate eyes that felt so familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he’d have seen them before, other than on the stag itself. 

The stag cocked its head, and suddenly Regulus knew where he’d seen them before. 

“It’s funny, my boyfriend makes that same face,” he mused, smiling lightly at the thought. “You have the same eyes as he does.”

And if he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that the stag smiled at him. 

Twenty minutes later, he found himself sitting against a tree on the floor of the clearing, the stag lying next to him, curled up against his legs. 

Hours passed peacefully as he studied with the sleeping stag. Eventually, the sun began to set, and he stood up, unintentionally alarming the animal. Its head snapped up, ears at attention. 

“Sorry, I have to go back now,” he said sadly, gesturing back toward the castle. It was almost unnerving how uncannily human the sadness in those chocolate eyes seemed. 

He turned to go, but a familiar voice stopped him. 

“Wait.”

He turned, and jumped a bit, because the stag had disappeared. In its place stood the one and only James Potter. 

“I- what-” Regulus started, but was interrupted when James began to attempt to explain himself. 

“I’m sorry, I was gonna change back but then you just looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sorry, please forgive m-”

It was then that Regulus’ brain finally caught up to him. “You’re a fucking animagus?!”

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Regulus: Tout ça c'est de ta faute.

James: I know, I know.

Regulus: Wait, you understand French?

James: No, I just know “this is all your fault” in every language.

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This is a masterpiece

(Inspired by @wolfstarmicrofic 's Alternative Universes theme! A sort of combined Performer AU and College AU🙂)

1058 words

Sirius Black's emotional break-up songs are topping the charts all over the world. But hearing those songs everywhere he goes, Remus is about to reach his breaking point.

With His Song

Home is where the heart is,

But it's not the concrete, nor the stone,

Not the room you sit in,

But the smile that lights it up.

Not the bed you sleep in,

But the heartbeat besides your own.

Home is where the heart is,

But it's not necessarily a place,

Sometimes, it's tracing the scars on someone's hand,

Sometimes, it's counting the freckles on someone's face.

It's been so long,

Coming home to you,

And did you know,

I could easily move on?

But the truth is,

I just don't want to.

If home is where the heart is,

Then baby, could it be,

That your home is still with me?

Mary lets out a sigh that seems to be coming from somewhere deep inside of her. “My god, I'm going to listen to that song on repeat for the rest of the week,” and after a moment she adds “potentially the rest of my life.”

“Then you're gonna have to get some headphones,” Remus says. “Because I'm already getting sick of hearing it.”

Mary gasps and clutches her chest. “Blasphemy!”

Remus gives her an unimpressed look. “I don't think you're using that word right.”

“‘Irreverence toward something considered sacred or inviolable’,” Mary states unfazed. “So yes, the perfect description of you insulting Sirius Black's music.”

Emmeline nods emphatically.

Remus sighs. “I'm not saying it's a bad song,” he says. “Just that I'm getting tired of hearing it everywhere, all the time.”

Mary opens her mouth to retort, but Emmeline interjects.

“I do sort of relate. It has gotten a painful tinge to hear the song, now that I know I won't be seeing Sirius Black perform it live…”

“You didn't get tickets for his show?” Marlene asks.

“No,” Emmeline sighs miserably. “I'm on the waiting list. Number 329.”

“Not as bad as Hestia. She's number 1550 or something.”

Emmeline shrugs. “In the end, it makes no difference. 329 or 1550, neither one of us is going to the concert. I mean, 329 people will have to die, and I don't reckon I'd be that lucky…”

“Emmeline!” Lily scolds.

“Well, that's the only excuse for not going to a Sirius Black concert, literally being dead,” Mary says. “I'd actually skip my mum’s funeral if I could see him live.”

“Mary!”

“No, no, Lils,” Emmeline says. “You don't know Mary's mum. If Mary were to miss out on seeing Sirius Black for her funeral, she'd actually come back from the death to haunt her.”

Mary nods. “She's a huge fan. Not going to a Sirius Black concert would be disrespecting her memory.” She glances over at Remus. “She might have some things to say as well if she hears that my actual roommate has openly disrespected Sirius Black’s music.”

Remus sticks out his tongue. “Sue me.”

“As soon as they create a law that makes depreciating Sirius Black illegal, which they should, I will!”

“Anyhow,” Emmeline says. “I haven't heard Sirius Black's voice for almost five minutes and I'm getting withdrawal symptoms,” and she reaches out to put the record back on.

Remus gets up to his feet. “That's my cue to leave.”

“You don't have to, Remus,” Lily says quickly. “If you really don't want us to, we won't put on his music. We value your company more than listening to Sirius Black.”

“Says who? Ow!” Emmeline rubs her shin where Lily kicked her.

Remus smiles at Lily. “Thanks, Lils, but it's okay. I have a paper I need to work on anyway.”

The moment Remus closes the door to his bedroom, he lets out a sigh that seems to be coming from somewhere deep inside of him.

Then, almost without thinking, he takes out his phone and punches in the number by heart.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line sounds surprised and, dare Remus think, hopeful?

“You have to stop doing this,” Remus hears himself say. “No,” he then corrects himself. “You don't have to do anything. I'm asking you. Please stop doing this.”

“Remus, what are you talking about?” He seems to be walking away from something– A promo event? A fancy dinner? An exclusive party?– as Remus can hear the voices in the background grow softer. Remus feels a brief hint of satisfaction; no matter how big the event he's at, how important the people he's with, when Remus calls, he gets up and walks away to talk to him, but Remus quickly corrects himself, because it's not like that anymore.

“It's killing me,” Remus admits, pressing a hand against his forehead. “I understand, but… God, it's killing me.”

“Rem,” Sirius, because of course it's Sirius, says gently. “You're still not making much sense. What are you trying to say? Why are you suddenly calling me? Why… Why now?”

“Your latest releases,” Remus says, as he starts pacing the room, though he can barely take two steps before he reaches the opposite wall. It's rather telling of the difference between them, he can't help but think. Sirius undoubtedly in some grand building surrounded by dozens of people who would fall over themselves to cater to his every whim, and Remus hiding out in his eight square meter bedroom cluttered with textbooks and scribbled notes. “I get why you do it. I'm probably terribly biased,” he lets out a brief laugh. “But I think the songs you wrote when we were together, and even after we just broke up, are your best songs, so I get that you would want to release them, to share them with the world and show everyone once again just how bloody talented you are. And you have every right. They're your works, your creations. But gods, Sirius, I can't pretend anymore.”

“Pretend,” Sirius repeats, his voice almost a whisper, and Remus lets it all out.

“I can't pretend anymore that hearing those songs everywhere I go all the damn time doesn't make me want to die! That it doesn't just break me, to hear your voice sing those words, knowing what they once meant, and knowing that they don't mean that anymore! That you don't mean that anymore.”

“Remus,” Sirius interrupts sharply, and Remus immediately stops talking as Sirius speaks. “Do you really think I could sing those words like that, if I didn't still feel that way?”

And Remus’ breath catches in his throat.

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awful first meeting - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 392 - nonmagic AU

TW: slight mention of abusive Walburga

He knew it was irrational, to be this upset. He'd seen it coming. But still, running away from one's homophobic parents tended to bring up negative feelings.

So, swiping at the tears running down his face, wincing at the pain that flared from where Walburga had laid hands on him, Sirius stepped into the small café to get out of the rain starting to fall. Because of course, it had to be raining, too.

Sending a quick SOS text to James, he curled into a far booth and allowed the silent sobs to wash over him, pulling his backpack onto his chest and resting his head on the rough fabric. It was after only about thirty seconds of this that a voice made him look up.

"What can I get-oh."

The boy who spoke had the kindest eyes Sirius had ever seen. Chocolate brown and sparkling with concern, eyebrows narrowed and face pointed with worry.

"S-sorry," Sirius mumbled, scrubbing at his wet face. "I don't have money, but I just need- I just need-" he choked back another sob and bit his lip, again burying his face in his bag.

"It's not a problem, love," the soft voice of the boy responded. "I'll be right back, alright?"

And before Sirius could contemplate what the boy was doing, he had returned with a steaming cup of tea.

"On the house," he whispered softly, smiling only a little before he backed off, leaving Sirius to his thoughts.

But as Sirius sniffled and sipped his tea, he began to watch the boy. How he grinned easily at customers. How everyone seemed to know him. How he seemed so kind and safe. How-

"Oi! Sirius! Alright, mate? Who do I need to kill?" James almost yelled bounding into the shop.

He rolled his eyes silently, collecting his things and asking James meekly, "Can you just pay for my drink? I'll explain in the car."

Real concern flashing over James's face, he patted Sirius over the shoulder and approached the boy from earlier.

It was only after they sat in the car that he said. "Here. Think this is for you."

And on the crumpled receipt was a number and a note:

To the boy with the beautiful eyes,

Please call me if you need someone to talk to. You don't deserve to cry like that.

~Remus

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i love when someone asks me to explain things I love. like I just gave an in depth explanation about the marauders and I'm giggling like you wanted ME of all people to introduce you to one of the greatest fanmade franchises ever???? AND THE BEST PART. THEIR RESPONSE.

"they're all so gay I love it" that's iconic.

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sirius: mum found my queen poster james: who's her favorite? sirius: probably regulus sirius: oh you meant band member

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Biggest fan

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At Jily's wedding:

Church: If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Evan: LILY.

*Regulus and Dorcas trying to hold Evan back while Barty is laughing*

Lily: For the last time, Evan, I understand you want to be called Evan Evans. But that is not a valid reason to interrupt my wedding!!!

Evan : BUT THINK ABOUT IT.

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Regulus: I HATE YOUTUBE

James: why?

Regulus: YouTubers keep saying my favourite movies are weird and bad!

Peter: are they weird and bad?

Regulus: NO!

Sirius: it’s okay *hugs him*

Regulus: why am I weird?

Remus: you’re not!

Evan and Barty: he is.

James: FUCK OFF

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'Guess whose outfit is whose' challenge but make it Reggie and James

*James struggling to pull Regulus' pants on*

Regulus: Jaaammmeeesss!! You're stretching them on your fucking ungodly thighs

James: Hey you're the one who wanted to do the challenge

Regulus: *shaking his hands which are lost in the oversized sleeves of James' shirt* At what cost?

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