#(earlier that day: i don't care for remus)

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imo it's not so hard to accept that SWM takes place after the prank. I mean it is canon so too bad but it makes complete sense to me. there's no evidence the prank was some big life-altering character development moment for any of the characters involved and that they all learnt their various lessons. in fact we see that they don't. in SWM the marauders are clearly still tormenting Sev. In Sev's conversation with Lily post-prank he's still just as obsessed with the marauders and exposing their secrets as ever, if not more. he doesn't consider what lily's saying at all because he's too focused on his hatred towards them.

my hc is that sirius (rather masterfully) used reverse psychology on sev to get him to go down the willow. Sev isn't stupid, he wouldn't have let himself willingly be led into a trap by his worst enemies. I think Sirius probably "let it slip" and then "backtracked" and acted like Snape wouldn't be brave enough to go down there anyway and that he should just forget it. I doubt Sirius directly told him to go down the willow, I think cleverly he told him not to, knowing that Sev would do so anyway (not that this makes a difference ethically bc his intent is still clear, but anyway. this isn't about who is morally better because idgaf honestly lol, I'm just trying to work through their mindsets)

the marauders received no real consequences for the prank, so why would they learn their lesson? Objectively you can't really punish someone for telling someone not to do something if they do it anyway. Not particularly fair, but still. Which brings me to Sev's responsibility in the matter (which yes, does exist imo) we're shown that he was obsessed with finding out what the marauders were up to and particularly obsessed with Remus's secret. Yes, this is understandable given how they treated him, but absolutely not healthy and he still chose to go down there, whether out of pride, greed, curiousity, vindictiveness. He obv was manipulated but there's a reason he was so easily manipulated. As I said previously, his obsession with revenge is what causes him to be blind to lily's feelings.

James rescuing him wasn't some moment of epiphany about how bullying is bad actually. It was just a fundamental part of James's character already. He would never have let him die regardless of how he felt about him.

All of this makes SWM the PEAK moment of hatred between Sev and the Marauders, which explains a lot of their responses. Sirius and James hate Sev more than ever for trying to expose Remus. Sev, justifiably, hates them more than ever for trying to kill him (and he ropes James into this, which is incorrect but understandable in his position)

James "deflating his head" probably wasn't just based on one event in particular. He just grew up and learned what was more important- being a good person, fighting against voldemort. But Sev also had growing up to do of his own during this time. As I talked about in in this post yesterday I think post-swm Sev was beginning to realise that his lack of control over his emotional responses (calling lily a mudblood out of humiliation, for example) was dangerous both to lily and to himself.

Yeah they still hated each other and attacked each other in seventh year. There's too much bad blood there to do anything else. I've talked about the dynamic between Sev and James here and how that might have developed as they grew older. I honestly find it extremely interesting, I could go on about these two for hours rip. My point is that the development of these characters into adults wasn't instant or linear, it was messy and rough. people don't usually change overnight, it happens slowly over time because they have to.

#anyway another day of me writing walls of text about severus snape #i just saw a discussion about it and people were saying it made no sense for the prank to come before swm #but it does tho #also pls i'm not interested in who is a more terrible person. i love all my children equally #(earlier that day: i don't care for remus) #im jk. kind of #severus #meta #long post #sorry! lmao this is just very present in my fic rn so i have a lot of thoughts

[vqlluna]

DRUNKEN TRUTHS ━━━ REMUS LUPIN

sober confessions p2

summary: both you and Remus hate each other, painfully eating away each other each time you're forced to see one another due to your shared friends. Now at a party, Remus can't keep his eyes from you. The truth comes out when you're drunk, right?

notes: f!rich!reader x poor!remus lupin, goody-two-shoes!reader x stoner!remus angst, jealousy, underage drinking, frenemies to lovers Remus is sassy

a/n: I'm forever obsessed with the rich jealous partying trope for no reason at all. Gossip Girl is influencing me too much.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHY YOU WERE AT THIS PARTY IN THE FIRST PLACE, you didn't need to come, this wasn't exactly your crowd. You were only friends with Lily, which soon turned into a tangled mess of being friends with her boyfriend and his friends. Because you'd never be at a party with low lives wasting their days away getting drunk and smoking weed.

That's the exact reason why'd you'd associated yourself with Lily Evans in the first place, up keeping her clean slate would keep yours clean as well. So when Lily refused to attend this party, despite the pleads from her friends and her boyfriends, why had you accepted the offer in her place?

You very well justified that you needed to socialize more, besides, being so uptight wouldn't get you any farther than it'd had now, it was time for a change. You weren't stupid of course, you made sure to bring someone along of who could get you home safely, someone of your status who had good morals and ideals, which all too entirely failed.

As James drove the three of you, you noticed his insistent pestering of your plus one. Now you sat pressed against this supposedly morally good guy, drunk, dizzy, and tired, so much so that you couldn't even feel the nips he'd been giving to your neck. You rambled on to James and Mary, who sat on the armchairs across you.

Both, relatively sober, found intense amusement in seeing you drunk with a guy all over you, which was amazingly out of character for yourself. Every now and then you'd look around the room in search of something frantically determined, the two teasing you on how your eyes were popping out of your head.

You looked across the room at Sirius and Peter miserably failing at beer pong, then to Dorcas and Marlene as they swayed to whatever tracks were booming throughout the room so loud you had a slight headache.

Taking in account everyone you knew was to be there, was when you realized why you were so confused. "Where's Lupin?" you mumbled, "Haven't seen him yet."

James, the closest to you than anyone else here, looked at you in surprise, "You want to know—Moony, huh?" he poked the inside of his cheek.

"I saw Remus earlier, dunno where he'd be," Mary answered, the both of you ignoring James' delight.

You hummed as the boy beside you pressed his lips to your cheek, "Don't need to worry about other guys now, baby," the boy whispered, and even though you cringed at the name you were too tipsy to care.

A burst of giggles and snickers erupted from behind you, James raised his eyebrows in even further interest than from what he expressed before after your comment, "There's the man of the hour!"

You whipped your head around, rolling your eyes at the lanky man who entered the scene, a girl attached to his hip, bottle in hand, and a cigarette in the other. He wriggled free from the girl's arms, still telling her to follow, as he did a smug dance of a spin, "Missed me too much, Prongs?"

James snorted and titled his head towards you, "No, but someone else did," he said, nuzzling his face teasingly at your scowl. Remus slowed his steps towards you all, and you could've sworn you saw a small disgruntled frown appear on his face for a moment as noticed you and your company.

He quickly smirked, "Now who let the selfish snobs in?" he yelled, no one else paying him no mind as he plotted himself, and the girl he was with on the other edge of the couch.

You scrunched your nose, his presence snapping you out of some of the daze you were in, "Does anyone smell that? There's just this intoxicating smell of lung cancer and ignorance, absolutely vomit-inducing if you ask me," you snapped.

"Poor thing, wouldn't want you puking all over your date, princess," he remarked, putting his arms around the shoulder of the gorgeous girl who giggled at his comment beside him.

You stomach twinged at the name, that all too easily rolled of his tongue, and his tongue only. And everytime, since the first time he'd said, started a roraing fire in your stomach.

━ "Lily, have you seen my mother's Chanel bag?" you whined barging into the room. You were hurriedly getting ready for a fancy dinner you were supposed to attend.

The red-haired girl shook her head sympathetically. You seethed at her answer, ignoring the weird stares from the others in the room, "My mother is going to murder me!" you yelped, "I need that bag!"

An annoying snicker echoed from across the room, "Is the poor princess finally going to get in trouble?" he crooned, "Told you that you needed to sharpen that memory," he tutted.

"Fuck you, Lupin." ━

You grunted, not able to find anything to bite back with. Remus smirked at your silence, directing his attention to your company, "So who's the wealthy, tasteless boggart you've dragged along?"

The boy beside you glared towards Remus, "Evan Rosier," he introduced, gritting through his teeth, "And we both have much finer tastes in both people and luxuries than you ever will."

"Maybe you do, in women at least," Remus started, and your cheeks grew slightly rosy at his insinuation, "But Princess here sure does have a knack for choosing the worst men to be with."

You scoffed, "And you're to be the best option? Someone so childishly obsessed with chocolate?"

He shrugged with a grin, "Well, yeah," he answered, taking the last swig of his beer before standing up and stretching his limbs. "You lot have fun, I'm off for another drink," he declared, stumbling his way to the kitchen as the girl hopelessly followed him.

You huffed, aimlessly sitting and now listening to Mary's rant, and you couldn't help but feel extremely suffocated. Your head continued to hurt and your mind swam. You took a sharp breath and jumped up from your seat, "Gonna get some air," you mumbled without another word.

You clutched your head as you pushed through the bodies of people. Slipping out into the backyard, you breathed while staring at your shoes as they danced around in your vision.

"Y'following me now are ya?" a voiced echoed out to your right.

Picking your head up, your eyes followed to source. You chuckled to yourself seeing Remus pressed against the wall, puffing smoke of a new cigarette into the air. "You wish," you said.

Taking in his disheveled hair, stained jumper, and sunken eyes, something in you paused. Your brows furrowed as your expression was somehow a mix of confusion and disgust. Remus tilted his head and cocked his eyebrow, rolling himself off the wall.

Suddenly your legs stomped toward him. "You're annoying, arrogant, and can't dress for the life of you," you spat.

Remus looked at you like he'd just watched a jester perform for him. "M'sorry, what was that?" he mirth, leaning down as he tilted his head towards you as to hear better.

You frowned and repeated yourself, "You're incredibly annoying, stupidly arrogant, terribly dressed, and I don't like you," you announced once again.

He removed his head only slightly away from you, still close enough as you felt his breath fan over your face from his wolfish smile. He brought the cigarette from his two fingers up to his lips as he inhaled and puffed out the smoke into your face.

Your face scrunched again in disgust as he stared at you intently, you awaiting his retaliation. "I find you incredibly gorgeous, stupidly charming, and terribly cute, and I surprisingly find a great liking to you."

Blush scattered across your face at his confession, a gulp climbing down your throat whilst you trailed off, "You...?" You were speechless, not expecting his words, the grass and scenery behind him blurring and swirling in the back.

Your eyes darted around the place, avoiding his own eyes before your chin was pinched between his thumb and index, forcing your eyes to bounce right to him, his cigarette still clenched in the same hand in the last of his fingers.

Not only had you not expected his confession, but you certainly didn't expect him to lean in, pressing his lips gently to yours. It quickly escalated as his hand moved to grip the back of your head, the other resting on your hip.

Your elbows brought up to at his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair whilst you screamed to yourself to pull him away, you're body ultimately betraying you as they only pushed his lips farther into yours. That's when you found out that you were indeed, kissing him back.

Remus pulled away chuckling, letting your arms continue to sit on his shoulders. You breathed hard, staring at him with confusion with the newfound dizziness swimming around in your head. Your mouth was agape, ready to say something, but nothing came out.

"Merlin, if I knew just a compliment and a kiss could get you to shut up, I would've done that ages ago," he joked. Your face fell at the remark, your forearms brought down to his chest as you finally tried to push him away.

"Why'd you kiss me, you prick?" you sternly questioned, ignoring how rapidly your heart was beating. His hand still keeps you in place at your hip.

"Because I like you," he stated as if it were obvious.

You shook your head, letting a small laugh escape from your nose, "You're drunk, and you're high," you insisted.

"Truth comes out when you're drunk, right?"

You stood silent, begging to tell him no and denying the fact that you itched to kiss him once more. Though your lies weren't said, your truth was done as your lips soon gravitated back to his like a magnet.

Now instead of you being pressed against against the couch you were now found pressed against the concrete wall of the house, and your innocent need for one more kiss turned into necking.

A smirk from Remus continued to press on into the kiss as you two parted for air a quick second as you got in a whisper of "I hate you."

Purposely, on the next gasp for air, Remus cheekily echoed your words from earlier before, "You wish."

His cigarette was discarded to to floor as both his hands were now occupied at your hips, and both your own gripping at the sides of his face. While your back scrapped along the wall your hips were lifted away as his arms clawed them closer to his own.

His back bent over to reach down to you. Your mind flooded with the discovered thoughts and questions on how you were making out with Remus Lupin at a party, and how badly you'd wanted him for the past year.

Still, the two of you couldn't escape the quips murmured now and then.

"I knew I told you to sharpen your memory—but maybe instead you should sharpen your whole mind—if it took you this long to find out."

"Fuck you, Remus."

"I think you're in the process of doing that, yeah."

"Idiot."

"Brat."

You thought you might've drowned in his lips, if it wasn't for the parade of a voice. "Time to get going y/n!" James shouted, stepping outside.

Quickly, you pushed Remus off of you before James could catch you in the act. You felt as though you'd committed a crime.

Remus chuckled as he stumbled back, wiping your lip gloss off his lips. "Lily wants me home..." he slowed, seeing the mess of both of your guys' hair and your excessive blushing.

"Right, let's go," you readied, combing your fingers through your hair trying to fix it.

James nodded, disturbed and amused again, he slipped back inside. You panted heavily from your nose, staring at how Remus' eyes dashed across your face before they finally rested on yours.

"Best get going, Princess. You're carriage is ready and your palace awaits," he joked. You clamped your lips shut with your teeth, your stern lustful glare softened as you pursed your lips.

"Bye, Remus," you said with your arms crossed, turning on your heel you walked away, still feeling his eyes on the back of your head with his smug smirk.

As you crossed back inside you jumped at the sight of James waiting in anticipation by the glass door. "Bloody hell, James! Y'Scared the shit out of me!"

James snickered at you, "You and Moony?" he asked surprised and teasingly, though behind your backs him and Lily had counted the days when it'd finally happen.

You scowled and shook your head rigorously, "Absolutely not!" you opposed.

"Sure. And by the way, you reek of beer, smoke, and chocolate," he added cheekily, sparking the heat in your cheeks again.

"Piss off, Potter."

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[futurecorps3]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Masterlist<3

Summary: Sirius and reader plan a romantic dinner for a very tired Remus Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x reader Warnings: mentions of sex and that’s all, I think! It's fluff and post!war where absolutely nothing went wrong because Reggie was a spy for the Order just like in canon duh Word Count: 1.4K Requested: No

Sirius leaned against the kitchen counter, a playful twinkle in his eyes, and said, "You know, love, if our cooking skills don't impress Moony tonight, at least our charm will do the trick." Y/N laughed, adding a bit more salt to the pasta they had been working on for about an hour now.

"Bet your pretty smile and my dazzling gaze will be fit enough… I really hope he likes it though," she mumbled that last part, feeling a pair of arms round her from the back. "I'm sure he'll love it," Sirius whispered, kissing his girl's cheek and moving on to whisk the eggs for the brownies they were baking for dessert.

It was Remus' first year as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had started the charge right after the war ended, and the trio had settled into a lovely flat on Eaton Square—a two-story building bought with Black family money. ("One thing my mum and dad will be good for!" Sirius had said back when he bought it.) They were slowly transforming it into a home. During the war, they realized they had the power to turn even a cavern into a warm place, as long as the three of them were together.

For the past week, Remus had come home absolutely drained. When he jumped into bed or the couch with them, he'd fall asleep right away and still wake up tired. Sirius and Y/N were aware that he was struggling to adapt to new routines; going from spending all his time with the people he almost lost to teaching six classes a day with minimal breaks was becoming challenging for him.

He'd adjust eventually and would be back to his old self, but for now, their boy was tired, and all they wanted was to treat him with every ounce of love and care he deserved. So, when Remus told them that he'd be coming home earlier that Friday, they decided to go all out with a romantic home-cooked dinner.

"Can you try this? I-I think it's a bit insipid," she said, stirring the cream-based sauce that was ready to serve, pouring a bit onto the back of her hand for Sirius to lick. His tongue gathered the liquid, and his eyes opened in shock. "That's amazing! D-don't change anything; it's perfect, baby," he smiled, grabbing the spoon from his girlfriend and taking more of it into his mouth, directly from the spoon to then place it back inside the boiling pot.

He either didn't mind or didn't think about it; knowing him, it was probably the latter. "Sirius, no!" she half-scolded while laughing, slapping his shoulder playfully. "Wouldn't be the first time my saliva is in either yours or Moony's mou- oi!" he snickered as the girl assaulted him again, all tiny hands against his broad figure. "You're disgusting," Y/N smiled, walking over to the dining table where a white tablecloth was set.

While the noodles cooked and her boyfriend danced to Queen while baking their last course planned for the night, she set the table. Y/N knew her boys to perfection, and Remus had always appreciated neat and aesthetically pleasing settings for their dates, and while this was not exactly one, she wanted it all to be perfect. Before coming home from a job interview that day, she stopped by and bought some candles and a nice bottle of wine; red. He loved red wine.

As she picked the bottle, she wondered how many bottles they'd collect as time passed and their flat became truly theirs. She smiled.

"Love, the water's doing it again…" she heard Sirius warn in a quiet panic and almost giggled. "Just stir them for a bit and turn off the stove; they're almost done," the girl reassured as she placed the brand-new silverware Regulus and James had gotten them when they first moved in neatly over the tablecloth, right next to the plates and careful that no wax could reach them when the candles eventually melted.

When all places were set and ready to be occupied—a bouquet of red roses and baby's breath in Remus', courtesy of their boyfriend—she returned to the kitchen. Her pasta was done, and brownies were in the oven. She found Sirius cleaning his rings, which he hadn't bothered to take off and were now covered in flour, delicate fingers gently scrubbing off the white powder.

Y/N took in the sight of him. He was going on about something that happened to him on the way home, about how he fought a lady for Moony's bouquet or something. She really didn't care when he looked like that. His long, black hair was tied in a messy bun with his wand, with a few strands falling out, a Rolling Stones t-shirt he turned into a crop top let a glimpse of his v-line show, as if it was purposely teasing his girlfriend, jeans hanging low and covered in flour.

Fuck. She scored. "… and so I told he- what are you doing?" he questioned when approached. Y/N stepped between the sink and his body, looking up at him while biting her lip. He felt her fingers hook on the empty belt loops of his pants, making him press flush against her body. "You're too pretty for this world; did you know that? Who gave you permission, Sirius? Do you think it's okay to be this perfect and just… exist like you're not this gorgeous?" she asked in all seriousness, making him blush and snicker at her flirting.

They were always like that with each other. Always flirting. Always trying to make each other blush. That, until Remus stepped in and made them both blush, fluster, and giggle like twelve-year-olds who just pecked someone else's lips for the first time.

"Careful. My brownies are still in the oven, and Moony won't take long in getting home," he warned, his eyes darkening a bit. "And?" she teased, scratching the bit of stomach exposed he displayed. "And if I bend you over-the-counter right now, dessert will be ruined, Remus will get too distracted in punishing us, and dinner will never happen. Just be patient," he groaned, stroking her face and kissing the corner of her lips, turning to clean his hands once again.

She ran her hands through his chest and screamed into his back in frustration, making his chest bubble with laughter. Right after, keys jingled in the front door, and they were both quickly at the door, smiling at each other like they held some secret intel Remus could never know about, and in some sense, they did.

Their boyfriend walked through the door, looking at them like they had grown two heads as he discarded his coat and boots by the door. "Well, hello," he smirked, walking over them and kissing their lips gently. "Are you baking something? I thought we'd do that on Saturday when Harry came over," he asked, trying to peek over their heads before Y/N pulled his head down with both her hands on his cheeks.

"We've got a surprise. Go change into something more comfortable and meet us in the dining hall." She smiled. "Dining hall?" Remus laughed, shaking his head as he felt electricity running through him with the information. Sirius remained serious as he nodded at their girlfriend's statement. "Yes, the dining hall, dear. Now go, c'mon," he encouraged, patting his shoulders as he walked away.

They used the time he took in putting some joggers and a shirt on to serve the pasta and place it on the table. Pads took care of the wine and looked up giddily at their boy paddling through the floor in disbelief. "Come sit." Y/N smiled gently, having changed the record to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars; Remus' favorite. "Oh, I absolutely despise you both," he said, running a scarred hand through his curls as he approached the table with a soft smile playing on his lips.

Remus eyed the food, the table, and the soft music playing in the background, somehow managing to keep it together. Until he saw the flowers. He picked them up and looked at his partners with utter adoration in his eyes. "Fuck you," he laughed as tears prickled his eyes, making his boyfriend and girlfriend walk over to him to engulf him in a tight hug.

He felt safe and protected, even when he was very clearly towering over both of them. "We know you've been having a hard time coping with change, so we wanted to do something special for you," Y/N mumbled against his chest, stroking his back comfortingly. "The things I cooked might be shit… know I made them with a lot of love though," Sirius joked, kissing Remus' cheeks, which left a salty taste in his mouth. Moony laughed airily.

Surrounded by the warmth of his partners, Remus felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't just relief; it was a profound sense of belonging. Y/N's lips pressed against his cheek, leaving a lingering warmth, while Sirius's hand ruffled his hair in a gesture that felt both affectionate and familiar. "Come on, or it'll get cold."

They sat at the table, humming to the tunes playing in the background as they rambled about their day, sharing minutes of comfortable silence accompanied by loving glances out of nowhere. After the war ended, this is what they longed for. The trio would never forget how they fantasized about simpler times while laying on icy surfaces or in the woods, praying to whoever was willing to listen for a crumb of grace and a bit of luck to find solace after all that was done with.

As their eyes locked, there was an unspoken promise of enjoying the one thing they dreamed of a few years ago lingering in the air. They were giving themselves and each other a gentler life, a kinder environment, and a safe haven they could always go to. A safe haven with great pasta.

"Shit, dove… this is amazing! Where's the recipe from?" Remus exclaimed, resisting the urge to lick the plate and limiting himself to only gathering the leftover sauce with his fork like a civilized person. "I called Effie.” "Bless her soul," Sirius groaned in a solemn tone, licking the plate. Moony chuckled and drank the last bit of his wine as Y/N playfully scolded him. How he loved them, he thought.

Y/N slipped off her shoes and started prancing around to the music with a glass of wine on her way to serve dessert, a pair of warm smiles beaming at her going unnoticed as she was too lost in the beats. She paid attention to the plating, so she grabbed the small plates they had with tiny flowers on them and sprinkled some powdered sugar on top of the brownies her boyfriend baked.

"Here you go." She smiled, kissing both Sirius' and Remus' cheeks as she put the plates in front of them after putting hers on the place, sitting back down the next second. They bit into the pastry at the same time Padfoot waited for their verdict. "So? How'd I do?" He asks, in a concerned state his partners found hilarious, seeing how seriously he was taking the whole situation.

Y/N's expression turned into a disgusted frown as she chewed but quickly replaced it with a smile, making the change obvious to Sirius. "What was that!?" the black-haired boy said with wide eyes, taking a bite off the dessert himself and frowning when he actually found it good. "Come on love, it can't be that bad," Remus said, biting into his piece and closing his eyes in disgust in a very exaggerated manner.

"The-they're good, baby." She smiles, leaving the large piece untouched in her plate as she looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "I tried them; I did a bloody great job, so don't co-". His partners erupted in laughter. Moony almost cried, and Y/N's tummy hurt as Sirius shook his head with an upset pout.

"You're so mean. I hate you both. I'll never bake for you again!" "No, love, come on! We're sorry I-I just saw where Y/N was going and played along," Remus laughed, reaching over to engulf him in a hug, but his boyfriend pulled away, back facing his smiling face. He couldn't avoid the love for too long, cornered between his girlfriend who also reached out to embrace him.

"They're really good, Sirius! Come here; I-I'm sorry." "Why do you keep laughing!?" He whined with a little smirk playing at his lips he tried hard to contain when he found himself sandwiched between his loves. "No, ge-get off!" he playfully fought in-between giggles, trying to squirm out of Moony's arms, failing miserably. Y/N jumped over to them and kissed Sirius' face repeatedly.

"I-I'm leaving this house! Stop, Y/N, there's no changing my mind." He laughed. "We won't let you go; hate to break it to ya'." "Yup, I'm kissing you until you forgive us." They collapsed in giggles with sore bellies, letting go and going back to their spots to finish their desserts. "You did a splendid job, darling." Remus smiles, biting happily into his brownie. "Yes, they're amazing." Y/N assured and presses one last kiss to Sirius' cheek.

After several stories, laughs, warm smiles, and kisses were shared, they all decided to call it a night. Y/N grabbed one of Padfoot's shirts and a pair of Moony's socks, throwing them on before brushing her teeth and washing her face as her boyfriends got ready as well.

They jumped into the two queen beds they had joined and covered only with a soft silk sheet Sirius had insisted on getting since it was spring; They liked to cuddle, and if for some reason they covered more, they'd be kicking away in their sleep so they could be fresher.

Usually, Y/N would sleep between them, but today Remus took her spot and they were all comfortable with that. He wrapped his arms around his partners and kissed both of their heads, feeling exhaustion wash over him as their limbs pressed against all of his body; engulfed by love and warmth he craved his whole life before they came into the picture. "Thank you," he sighed, "for everything."

"Anything for our Moony," was heard in a soft whisper in the dark room, and with that, they drifted off to sleep.

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[luveline]

hi jade!!! i was wondering if i could request a bassist!remus x roadie!reader fic in which they spend time together on their day off from touring? maybe reader is totally surprised that he even asked her?

hi gorgeous!! modern au, fem 1k

cw vague adult theme, mdni 

"There you are," Remus says, as though he's said it a hundred times before, and he'll say it a hundred times again. "I've been looking for you." 

As a roadie (merchandising, mostly), there's no reason for Remus to know who you are, nor care, but he seems to like you anyhow. And there's nowhere for you to hang out in your downtime beside hotel lobby's or your literal assigned seat in the minivan, so here you are, in your pyjamas, laying on a random lobby couch with a book smushed to your chest. 

"What?" you ask, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

"I've been looking for you. You weren't in your room." 

"I share my room with three other girls, one who has sleep apnea." The muscles in your back sing like plucked strings as you sit up. "It's quieter here… You're looking for me?" 

"Mm. Come on. We'll go get a late dinner." 

"I'm in my pyjamas." 

Remus gestures down at himself. "I thought you might be." 

He's dressed down too. Every roadie has their thing —it's hard, learning so many names at once, and eventually people begin to typecast one another as their most defining feature. Yours, to your indifference, seems to have become your more comfortable clothing choices. You're not gross, everything's clean, but is everything acceptable attire for going out into the world? 

"No one will even notice they're pyjamas," he assumes you, holding out his hand expectantly. "They look like jogging bottoms." 

"Remus, they're lavender." 

He pulls your hand toward his chest, encouraging you to stand. "They're nice." 

He ferries you out of the hotel, and you thank your lucky stars you wore your converse rather than the hotel slippers. He's clearly thought about this, offering you a hoodie (your size, clearly swiped from the merchandise van, 'marauders' written in jagged lettering across your shoulders like bat wings) as he explains the details of your trip. 

"First we'll get dinner. Then see a film in the cinema, if you want to? They have the new Exorcist." 

"I love horror." 

"I know." He nods to himself. "And then I have to buy you fresh donuts. James says they're the only way to eat them." 

"You don't have to buy me anything." 

"Sorry, I should say it differently. I'd love to buy you fresh donuts. If that's what you want to do." 

You peek at him from the corner of your eye. "I would've stayed in the lobby if I didn't want to come out with you." 

"In that case," he murmurs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

This is worse than flirting. It feels like an initiation, or a turned tide. You smile at him from under his arm and he visibly pauses, falters, before his own smile hooks and he walks forward with a little more purpose. 

The day moves on as promised. You eat a quick dinner at a mid range restaurant before he takes you to the cinema, where he insists he doesn't want any popcorn but eats half of yours anyways. Then he takes you for donuts, and the entire time, you're thinking, what does he want from me? If Remus wanted sex he could fuck a groupie. Half the techs would crawl into bed with him if he asked. Maybe he's just gentlemanly? 

But why would he wanna fuck you? Ignoring any self-esteem issues, you're in cuffed bottoms and bare-faced, and he has no reason to believe you'd be any good in bed. 

He might want something slower, he decides. It's easier to believe when he asks if he can hold your hand on the walk home. 

"What?" you ask, sure you heard him wrong. 

"Can I?" he says, offering you his palm. 

It's different from his pulling earlier. You give him your hand and he squeezes his fingers between yours slowly, as though savouring the feeling.

You shake your head. "Was this…" 

Remus waits for you to finish. It's hard to ask under the weight of his gaze, happy but with that air of knowing you can't quite crack. He always seems so put together, even when he's asking for things, like any answer you give is one he's prepared for. 

"Was this a date?" you force out. 

"That depends. Did it go well?" 

"I would've said yes, if you asked me." 

Remus leans in like he's telling a secret, his voice hushed to match. "I know," he says gently, the tiniest hint of smugness threaded in the slight scratch of his voice. "That's mostly why I didn't ask." 

"Mostly?" 

"I couldn't face rejection. Not from you." His eyes light with an emotion you can't name. "But if you still want to reject me, I'll cope. It might be good for me, actually, it'll give me some material. Nothing makes for better music than losing a pretty girl." 

You fluster at his wording. "I would've worn something nice," you say apologetically. "If I'd known. I would've made an effort to look nice." 

"You always look nice. You think I'm put off by your pyjamas?" 

"Stop," you mumble, mortification creeping in. I can't believe I just went on a date with a rockstar in my pyjamas. 

"It's cute. You're cute, I love that you can fall asleep anywhere–" 

"Stop!" 

Remus laughs and pulls you that last inch into his side, elbow to elbow, hip to hip. "I can't. Teasing you is half the fun. It's why I haven't mentioned the powdered sugar on your lip." 

You sigh and turn your face away from him, wiping your lip with your sleeve. "You always do this." 

"Don't wipe it off, I'll get it. It'll taste sweet." 

You take your hand out of his. "Did you want this to be a date? I'll change my mind." 

He's kinder after that, and when he rubs your shoulder like he knows you need it, you almost pass out. 

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[happyhauntt]

young gods | marauders.

writing masterlist | askbox

summary: the gryffindors have a little tradition on the first night back at hogwarts.

word count: 1.2k.

warnings: pre-established relationships, tooth-aching fluff, a brief mention of war.

notes: a wee excerpt from an old marauders fic i wrote years ago. i reread it recently and this section made me cry so i tidied it up and i'm posting it here as a little ficlet. enjoy!!

     Now, as Dorcas and Marlene slip into the common room, they find their friends in the corner, keeping warm by the fire. Lily and Alice are curled up together on an armchair built for one person, their legs tangled in long, fluffy dressing gowns.

Mary sits on the sofa next to them, legs stretched across Remus and Peter, the latter of which looking as though he has no idea what to do. James and Sirius are sitting cross-legged on a tartan blanket that covers the floor, and the latter looks up and grins as they enter.

     "McKinnon's brought snacks!" he cheers with as much enthusiasm as he can muster, clapping his hands as they approach. Dorcas pushes Mary's leg out of the way and squeezes into the gap between Remus and Peter, before letting Mary return her legs to their former position.

     "Dinner was less than an hour ago, Sirius," Marlene says with a roll of her eyes. She drops the food in the middle of the blanket, so all of them can reach it. Alice is quick to snatch up a handful of droobles. Marlene's tone takes on a falsely disapproving note, and she narrows her eyes mockingly. "You can't be hungry already."

     "McKinnon," he replies, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "there is a profound difference between food hungry and snacks hungry. You ought to learn it, for your life will be much better once you have."

     Marlene quirks an eyebrow. Her hand is halfway to reaching for a chocolate frog. "Is this the same sort of wisdom as when you told me that getting a leather jacket would change my life?"

     Sirius only smirks. He shares a cursory glance with James, who thinks Marlene's jacket has almost become an extension of her sunshine-scary personality. "I was right though, wasn't I?"

     Marlene thinks of that bright yellow jacket, sitting in her suitcase, waiting to be unpacked. She thinks of wearing it when she got onto the train earlier in the day, and how she'd been almost sad to take it off when she had to change into her uniform, and how careful she'd been in stowing it away in her suitcase.

     She allows Sirius a begrudging roll of her eyes. Both of them possess egos far larger than they ought to be, and she will not let him gloat. She'll probably smack him, otherwise.

     The evening moves on. Dorcas suggests that they pass around a box of Bertie Bott's, and Marlene knows it's a mistake when she reaches into the box with her eyes closed and picks out a speckled yellow-and-white bean between her fingers. The taste of rotten egg lingers for a while, no matter how many cauldron cakes she consumes.

     And she consumes many, many cauldron cakes.

     It doesn't take long for the tales of summertime exploits to begin being told with great detail and exaggeration. At some point, the conversation is steered by Lily ( rather expertly, her friend would say, although Marlene would argue that it was by no means subtle ) into the direction of muggle music. It doesn't take long for them to burst into a poor-but-hilarious rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. Dorcas joins in at the first verse, dramatically crying Mama, just killed a man! Remus, much to their surprise, does a fantastic Galileo, Galileo, which makes James and Sirius howl with laughter even though they don't know what the hell is going on.

     It's over too quickly. It grows dark outside, and the fire is dimming, and they're all a little bit sleepy now. There are crumbs all over the tartan blanket, and Marlene's head is resting in Sirius' lap, his fingers running through her tangled blonde curls.

     Lily has fallen asleep on top of Alice, ginger hair splayed out across the older girl's face, while Alice tries not to choke on hair. James is watching them, a dopey grin across his face. It's the kind that only appears when Lily isn't looking because he knows it annoys her now (even though it doesn't, really, but Lily won't tell him that because she's only just stopped wanting to smack him.)

     Peter's snoring away on the sofa. Remus is asleep, too, his head resting on Dorcas' shoulder, and Marlene thinks it's the most peaceful he's looked in a while. She doesn't know why she thinks that, but she does wonder about the scars that cover his body and how he gets so ill sometimes. He's her friend too, and she worries. She worries about all her friends.

     Dorcas is awake, and she's got a soft smile on her face. Mary's still lying across the top of the three of them, except she's asleep now, too, and about to roll right off the edge. Dorcas looks like she'll let her.

     Marlene takes a deep breath. She's not too good at talking about her feelings, but something about this moment feels right. She looks at the lot of them, half-asleep. When she thinks of the word home, this is what comes to mind  ━  her friends, her best friends in the whole world, peaceful and happy together.

     Part of her knows it won't last, but she tries to push that thought away. The war won't catch them, not as long as they are students at Hogwarts, and it's over a year before they have to deal with the danger in the world, isn't it?

     The war can wait. The world can wait. Right now, here, this is everything she needs. Her brothers can leave her behind if they want; if they love her, they'll come back, in the end. In this moment, she can't fix it. She can't save anyone.

     But this is home.

     "I promise I'm not drunk or sleep-talking," she murmurs, letting her eyes fall closed for a moment. She feels Sirius' hand fall still, hovering with expectation. "But I love you guys. All of you. You know that?"

     Lily makes a snuffling noise, as if she's heard Marlene's words, but she stays asleep. James chuckles quietly to himself. Dorcas looks like she might leap across the room and attack Marlene with a hug.

     Sirius looks down at her. His eyes are like steel in the dying firelight.

     "You need to chill or I'll tickle you, because nobody needed to hear that." He says it jokingly, because he did need to hear that. It is a symptom of growing up in a loveless home, he thinks, and he knows Marlene feels it too. One must be told, regularly, that they are loved and wanted.

     James tells him, every day. James, who is more of a brother to him than Regulus is, really.

     Carefully, she rises from Sirius' lap, rolling onto her knees. And then she says, "You'll have to catch me before you can tickle me, Black."

     She grins, suddenly filled with mischief and glee, moving quicker than lightning across the room, and the night ends with him chasing her around the common room.

     In that moment, with hair flying and her friends laughing and the thunder clapping outside, she thinks they are all infinite. They are all invincible. They are young gods with the world at their feet, the ones who will never die, and time stops moving.

      And then Sirius catches her.

      And the moment's over.

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[im-in-a-love-cult]

an absolute win for the transmasc community 🙇

ngl I'm a sucker for sickfics and would love to read anything involving Remus looking after an ill reader who's neck deep in homework and refuses to take a break. maybe they fall asleep in the library, maybe they grumble about not being able to taste anything at breakfast, i dont know, take any creative liberties you'd like 😌

Oh i actually love you, i was thinking about writing earlier and this is the perfect excuse 😭 thank you my love

idk why i started off so angry at the start, i was trying to make him seem frustrated 😔/swearing/author cannot write for shit ☹️☹️/the layout is weird but if i don't do it in bulletpoints it'll be worse 🌚/author is British don't even start with me. 'Bollocking isnt British slang' WELL I USE IT OK 😕😕/not proof read, might go back and tweak it but i doubt it, sorry my love/do these warnings make me sound like a dick? ☹️

Remus Lupin x ill transmasc reader

Obviously you had to get ill now. Absolutely fucking brilliant.

You were absolutely balls deep in work that will not help you in the future whatsoever. Which is really a punch in the face cause you don't even have balls

Remus, of course, being the absolute star he is, wasn't the biggest fan of you overworking yourself, especially in this state

He tried to gently coax you out of this habit. Which worked for about half an hour before you got straight back to it

It's either an absolute bollocking from the teachers or an absolute bolloking from your immune system. Great.

You were currently hunched over a desk in the library, trying to focus.

Lines weren't lining. I swear, you read the same line about 57 times over and it just wasn't going in

You lay your head down in frustration

Look, you didn't mean to fall asleep, but it's grasp was just so comforting

It wasn't until about 20 minutes of Remus asking your mates where the hell you were until he found you absolutely knocked out in the library

His lip quirked up slightly, stroking your cheek gently

He packed up all your books. Another day.

Listen, he would've carried you but with his joints that is not happening

He awoke you as peacefully as he could. He felt like shit about it too.

"Sh, shh, i know dove, i know darling, we'll get you to bed, yeah? Atta boy"

Of course, you can lean a good amount of weight on him as you walk

When you protest slightly he gives you a stern look

"Love, you're pale, your voice sounds like your nose has earplugs up it. Just, let me take care of you. For the hell of it, yeah?"

God, his voice could convince the most stoic person on earth.

Eventually he got you into bed, warm hands taking your binder off (gifted by the courtesy of James)

Normally, after all that moving around the school you'd be awake again, but God everything about that man is so relaxing

He gently, as if he's handling a porcelain doll, dresses you into something comfier, kissing your forehead

"Need anything baby? Tea? Hot chocolate?"

Eventually, you dose off, a side table of neatly folded tissues and a body filled with warmth.

ACTUALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE?? WOAH??Kinda didn't get across amazingly that reader was sick, sorry pookie ☹️☹️✊️ hope you enjoyed lovely!!

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[goblinpuppy35]

Bright Eyes

(Previous Chapter) - Part 8 - (Next Chapter)

Student Remus x Male Reader

Summary: The Marauders start to hang out with an unexpected new friend who Remus falls for.

TW: Minor cruelty to animals.

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The Gryffindor common room was bright and alive as the dark evening sky settled in outside the archway windows. Most of the first years were huddled around the large fireplace frantically discussing the success of the Quidditch game earlier that day. Occasionally a wide eyes student would turn around and stare at James who was across the room sitting by a small table with his friends. He was leaning back slightly in his chair and using the handle of his broom, the same broom he'd used that day to catch the snitch and win the game for Gryffindor, to keep himself stable. There was a satisfied smirk across his face. "You're loving this!" mused Remus resting one hand on his open book and the other against his jaw. "Are any of them looking at me?!" interjected Sirius bobbing his head trying to see past James, "I mean did they see my defence skills, this win is as much mine as it is yours!". Y/N who was sitting next to Remus on the opposite side of the table, it had reached the point where the whole house of Gryffindor had expected Y/N's presents in their dorms, looked up at him and laughed under his breath before returning to his biological plant drawings. Remus enjoyed the subtle way they made fun of their two other friends with each other, the two of them seemed to have the type of connection where they could look at one another without words and still convey what they were thinking.

By this point Remus had also learnt that Y/N was a fidget. Whenever he was sitting down he was always crossing and uncrossing his legs, often resulting in his boot or legs slightly bumping into Remus'. Y/N response was always to look up, smile gently and apologise but secretly Remus liked the contact, maybe because every time Y/N did it and turned to speak it meant Remus could look at his face again. These thoughts and subsequent feelings he was developing for Y/N were confusing and new, they were just really good friends he thought. But at the same time Remus also thought how much he liked the look of Y/N's jaw line, and the way his ear fell down slightly over his ears. At this point Remus realised he's been submerged in his contemplations and had fully lost track of the conversation around him. "Anyway it pays to be the second best player on the team, after the match Emma, you know that's gorgeous Ravenclaw came up and asked if I'd like to go to the three Broomsticks with her" Sirius said triumphantly leaning back in his own chair. "Well if she's willing to go on a date with the second best player just imagine what she might be up for with the actual best player on the team" James remakes jokingly, Sirius' response to this was the rock James chair back into an upright position making his friend stumble.

"Anyway you might have competition. Didn't you say you fancied her Remus?". The bookworm of the group stared up at his two friends dumbfounded and then dropped his brow in frustration "What are you talking about!?', he suddenly felt very nervous, "I just said she's a good poisons partner, that's all". "But you think she's cute right?" James said, the eye contact he was giving Remus was making the tall slender boy squirm in his seat. He could feel words growing in his stomach but refusing to reach his mouth, this whole sensation was starting to make him feel nauseous. He knew the full moons cycle was drawing near and therefore affecting his senses but this whole conversation was making him feel dizzy. "I don't know. I don't care." Remus snapped, pretending to read his book. "Alright, Alright" James declared holding his hands up, "What about you Y/N?", Remus sided eyed the smaller student next to him as he casually looked up across the room to observe the girl they were referring to. "Hmm she's alright I suppose. Not really my type" to which Y/N casually returned his focus back to his drawing. "Oh yeah well who is your type?" Sirius chimed in "What about Charlotte that girl in the herbology club?". "Hmm no. I like guys actually" Y/N said so calmly and matter of fact that the others almost didn't pick up on it. Y/N continued to shade in the leaves of his drawing while his friends stared at him. Eventually he looked up and met their faces "What is that a problem?", both James and Sirius instantly began to reassure him it wasn't. Remus stayed perfectly quiet. "No no mate absolutely not at all. I mean it's not a secret I like both sides. We just didn't know that about you". This sign of acceptance brought a small smile to Y/N's face "Well that's good to know. Thanks" and he returned to his drawing. Remus felt like his body had stopped functioning.

Remus continued to pretend to read his book, James and Sirius were amusing themselves gossiping about who else in their year they thought was gay, meanwhile in the corner of his eye Remus was still transfixed on Y/N. How had he said that so calmly? Why was it making him feel so strange inside. What even was this feeling? Frustration ? Jealousy? Longing? A painful headache began to brew in his temple as Y/N's bright eyes suddenly flashed up towards him, "Are you alright he asked" with concern in his voice. "What about you Mooney?" Sirius asked before Remus had a chance to answer Y/N, "What?" said Remus rubbing the side of his head. "Are you gay? Straight? Bi? whatever?" this irritating question was the final straw and Remus shot up from his chair with a loud scrap causing the whole company of the common room to turn and face the boys table, "why do we always have to have these stupid conversations about these dumb kinds of topics". Picking up his book Remus began to march off to their bedroom, a part of him instantly regretted this outburst but the more animalistic emotional side was starting to take control.

Remus went to bed early but the cocktail of anger and self loathing inside him kept him away. His back was to the door but an hour later he heard it gently open as the others came up for bed. "Sorry about before mate" he heard James say softly above him though Remus didn't move from his early up position, "We know it's a rough time for you" and with a sincere pat on the shoulder James went to bed. Next was Sirius who leaned in close to Remus' pillow "we'll get through tomorrow and then things will get easier. You've got this Mooney" just before he left Remus could hear the sound of Sirius tucking a bar or chocolate under Remus' pillow which made me smile temporarily. A third set of footsteps came after Sirius', by their timid nature Remus knew it was Y/N. He waited to hear what Y/N was going to say but after a few moments of silence all Remus heard was the quiet sound of Y/N picking up his pillow and blankets and returning towards the ladder to take him up to the attic. "Goodnight Remus" there was a clear sad tone to Y/N's words. The build up of stress and pain in his body prevented Remus from analysing why Y/N sounded the way he did, currently his brain was throbbing and all he wanted was to sleep, which eventually in the early hours of the morning came to him.

The next day Remus stayed in bed, knowing all too well that it was the full moon tonight, he needed to conserve what little strength he had to make it to the shrieking shack. The other boys left him be, Remus knew he'd see James and Sirius later that night although he was saddened to not be able to talk to Y/N during the day. Throughout the night Remus kept replaying that moment in the common room over and over in his head. 'Y/N's gay. Y/N is gay. Why do I care so much?' repeated his inner thoughts. 'Is it becomes I'm..' before he could let this though fully form he grabbed his pillow and buried his face within it groaning. 

During dinner in the great hall was the perfect time to sneak out of the grounds without being spotted so while the evening sky was settling in the sky Remus made his way to the woods. With his body more sensitive than normal the cool wind cut through his jacket and jumper right to his scared skin. Half way across the Forest's path the wind dropped and suddenly Remus 'other senses heightened. He wasn't alone. His body tensed up as he turned around eyeing up every tall dark tree trunk. "Show yourself" he barked ready to follow this command with even harsher words when the sound of paw prints breaking small twigs on the ground behind him caught his attention. Spinning around he saw nothing at first, until he looked down. Sitting up right and rigid a few feet away from him was a hare. In fact he was certain it was the hare. The one he's seen during his previous transformation. 

It's enormous sharp eyes directing into his, the iris a bright mix of yellow and orange. The creature's noise was twitching rapidly along with its rising and falling chest. It appeared nervous and yet it didn't move, frozen in place and staring at Remus who in turn mirrored it's action. Despite knowing he needed to get to the shirking shake and soon Remus slowly lowered his body, his sore knees cracking as he did, to get closer to the hare. The animal shifted it's feet but stayed in the same place, watching Remus intensely. "Hello" Remus said coyly lifting his long arm up and extending his slender fingers towards the small creature. 'What are you doing?' his own mind repeatedly asked him 'We don't have time for this!' yet his curiosity persisted. As it sniffed the air between them Remus was amazed to see the hare gingerly lean forward and begin to take steps towards his hand. Remus spine tingled with a strange sense of excitement. 

"What an unpleasant surprise to see you here!" a spiteful voice called out making both the hare and Remus freeze again. Turning on his heels while staying crouched Remus looked down the long forest path to see the sly face of Lusiocis with two smirking followers either side of him. Remus began to rise to his full height once his ears picked up the sound of rustling leaves, looking up to the banks either side of the path Remus could see two more of Lusiocis' friends turn disciples appear on each end. This wasn't good. "Look everyone, it's looney Lupin" Lusiocis said gleeful and with a cruel glint in his eye. "I don't have time for this Lusiocis" Remus shouted sternly, holding his ground but his eyes were sporadically darting around for a possible escape exit. He didn't have much time left and needed to get to the shake. He was aware the others on the banks were slowly making their way down towards him. "As if I wish to waste my time on the likes of you anyway" hissed Lusiocis "You appear to have something which belongs to me and I'll be taking it back now". Remus was confused by this and frowned, then one of the bullies lurched forwards towards, Remus jolted and raised his hands up, ready to tackle the other boy.  However the student quickly snatched someone up from behind Remus ankles. It was only as the fellow student began to walk away from Remus and he could hear the short stressed squeaks of an animal did he realise the boy had grabbed the hare. Remus had assumed the hare had sped off into the night once the others had appeared. It must have crept closer to Remus' and his behind his boots. 

The animal's strong back legs were kicking violently in the air though as it's capture passed it over to Luscious he roughly gripped it's back neck fur the hare cried out again in distress. This site upset Remus greatly. "That hare doesn't belong to you Lusiocis, what on earth do you want it for!?" Remus demanded, this new brewing temper was making his head pound even more painfully. He raised one of his shaking hands to rest against his forehead. "Oh you know" Luscious purred maniacally, drawing out every word as he enjoyed watching the creature squirm in his grasp "I just love to play with my food before eating it" griping the hares neck hard it cried out and all the other boys around them laughed. Remus' blood was boiling through every vein in his chest. "Lusiocis you better let it go or I ...AHHHH" Remus let out a heart-renching scream, his left arm wrapping around his rib cage trying to conceal the pain as he fell to his knees.

This startled all the other boys who took a step away from Remus as he continued to scream. "What the fucks wrong with you!?" exclaimed Luscious attempting to hide his own fear but failing. This distraction proved favourable to the hare, for as the hand which grasped its neck loosened slightly it was able to twist it's head and then snip it's long front teeth deep into Lusiocis' hand, drawing blood instantly. With his own cry of pain Lusiocis realised the creature which fell on its side before quickly bounding away on all four "You little bastard! Come back" the foul mouthed boy gave case to the hare and the others took a moment longer to stare at the dishevelled Remus and then collectively decided was too weird and unsettling for them to partake in and they all clumsy began to follower their angry leaders yells.

If Remus wasn't in so much pain he would have taken stock of how bizarre those series of events were  but he could feel his body slipping away from him. Practical crawling Remus slowly edged his way down the path, small whimpers escaped his mouth as the looming shape of the shirking shake became visible in front of him. His hands and knees were scuffed and cut from dragging himself along the path, the entrance to the shack was just on top of a small hill in front of him. Alas his body was giving up on him, as he felt like he was about to pass out from the pain a dark presence fell over him. At first he feared Luscious and his goons were back for further torment, to Remus' relief he soon recognised the pitch black fur and friendly panting of his dear friend Sirius in his Wolf animagus form. Clasping Remus shirt collar in his teeth Sirius with some force was able to drag Remus the last few feet into the shacks entrance. The graceful presents of James's stag soon made it's way through the houses doorframe and using his forehead was able to help Remus up to his feet. The weak boy helped onto his friends antlers for support as they ascended the stairs in preparation for the full transformation.

Several hours into the night after a traumatic start resulting in floorboards and pictures being splashed Remus' wolf form had finally settled down, to his friend's relief. Sirius lay on the bed closely watching Remus who was curled up in the corner on the other side of the room, breathing heavily. James was standing by the window, the glass panels had been shattered a long time ago, keeping an eye out for any outside movement. All three with their heightened sense of hearing  became away from movement in the hallway outside the room at the same time. Looking towards the doorway both Sirius and James were taken aback by the presence of a hare, it's dark fur blended with the floorboards perfectly if it wasn't for a soaked wet patch of blood on it's thigh which it licked periodically. Sirius jumping on the bed started to bark, feeling both territorial of his friends safely as well as not wanting to see this small creature come to any more harm. A low growl echoed from across the room as Remus' lifted his body up and stalked across the floor, when Sirius barked again Remus let out a louder growl signalling for him to stop. The other two watched carefully as Remus approached the small animal. A feeling of dread overcast both Sirius and James' minds for they knew Remus wouldn't want to hear about how he slaughtered an innocent animal and equally they didn't not want to witness such a gorsoume act.

The hare was like a statue watching the larger beast come closer until Remus 'large mouth was just above it's long ears. Remus lowered down his head and the hare looked as if it was backing away but Remus swiftly picked it up by it's back skin, as a mother would do to their young and carefully walked back to his corner of the room. Sirius, James and even the hare had a look of disbelief. Curling up again Remus placed the hare in-between his front legs and used his snout to put it into the crook of his furry neck as he settled back to sleep. The hare stayed upright for a while, not sure if it wanted to attempt leaping up and escaping. Though after some time the creature settled down as well, it's ears dropped as it closed its eyes. James and Sirius had never seen anything like this yet they couldn't deny the obvious tranquillity shared between the two animals and so they carried on their watchful surveillance of their dear friend and his new companion until throughout the night and until dawn.

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Continuation of this ask

Conductor x reader Deliberator x reader

CONDUCTOR

He was the rhythm of life, the Conductor, spinning his baton and making melodies out of hopeless noise. He and his brothers and sister kept the world in order, or as much order as they could when up against Improbability.

The Employers lived on a split plane or reality, comparable to heaven in some aspects, except not even good souls could wander this realm, only the Employers could inhabit this place.

And yet to every rule, there was an exception, that being you. Cold marble tiles lay beneath your feet as you sat in contentment in the garden, lazily reading a book while lounging on an iron bench, which had been given plush cushions for your enjoyment.

Catching the fancy of these godly being was near impossible, and yet you'd managed to attract the maestro of life, black and blue wrapped rightly around your fingers. Flicking the page, you set the book down and took a sip of your tea, Romulus raising his furry head to look at you, before setting it back down.

Of course, the Employers had pets, Rom being the pet wolf of one you rarely saw but often heard screaming at Auditor for some unknown reason. He would often lay around in the garden when you were about, seemingly keeping an eye on you, as did his counterpart.

Remus darted down, plucking loose fluffy tufts from Rom and flapping back into the large apple tree at the centre of the garden, letting out a caw now and then.

A sweet bass melody echoed around, Conductor was drawing near. He had a habit of humming as he walked, the deep vibrations calming the environment around. Rom looked up, letting out a "urf" while getting to his feet, Remus flying over and landing on his head.

Your lover would always shoo the pair away when he came to see you, and by now, they'd learned to leave before he even arrived.

His slight heels clicked on the floor, while you continued to read. "My muse," He spoke with a low tone, his voice naturally deep. "how radiant you look today, bathed in the light."

"Hello Connie," You set your book down, laying the bookmark in and closing it, giving him your full attention. "thank you love." He took your hand, placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

To everyone, he was the Conductor. To you, he was Connie. Anyone else who'd care call him your nickname for him would be taught a valuable lesson. "Muse, my dear, my inspiration is currently lacking. Allow me if you will to share your space and soak in your glory to fuel my passions."

Under his angry, stern exterior was a hopeless old-timey romantic. To anyone else, he'd command, but to you, oh you, he'd beg at your feet for your adoration. "Of course, you know I love to spend time with you Connie."

Conductor swept you into his arms, taking your place on the bench with you resting on top of him, your head resting on his chest, you could hear the drumbeat that was his heart. Everything in him was music, even the faint blue veins in his black arms looked like sheet music, little notes formed into them as well. They made up the same melody he always hummed.

He was a busy being, it was rare the two of you spent a long amount of time together, so every second you got was precious. Absentmindedly, you traced patterns along his sternum, relaxing both of you.

"I am a little troubled." He looked at you, half lidded blue eyes. "Stygian was talking with me earlier. He brought up a decently valid point. You... Are still a mortal, at the end of the day, and I don't feel I spend enough time with you." Conductor sighed, even in melancholy, he was so beautiful.

"I don't bring it up to you frighten you. Steeg says you've still got plenty of time on your side. Yet he reminded me that.... In the grand scheme of things, your life is but a blink compared to mine. And it worries me." You looked into his sad eyes, sparkles of stars reminding you why you loved him.

"Connie... I know we're vastly different, but that's what I love about us. I know I won't live nearly as long as you, but that makes the time we spend together even more precious, doesn't it?" You continued to rub his chest, and he sighed longingly.

"Muse, you always soothe my worries." Conductor leaned down, kissing the top of your head. "My love for you grows deeper and deeper, I will devote as much life to you as I can from now on."

You shifted your position, chest to chest with Conductor now, and you peppered his face in kisses, a smile breaking across his face, before turning to gorgeous laughter. "Better my love?"

Conductor kissed your lips, rubbing your cheek with adoration. "You always make my life better, my muse." He needed reminding of it now and then, how fragile your body always was compared to his. Yet when your time came, he'd turn to Stygian again, finding your reincarnated S-3LF over and over, as he had for centuries. In many lifetimes he loved you, and he'd continue to love you for many, many more.

DELIBERATOR

Decision making was a good quality of yours, you would swiftly and continuously end up making the correct choice anytime one happened. Your friends even joked you were blessed by some sort of god because of your skill, and they weren't far off the truth.

Deliberator spent much of his free time watching over this curious mortal, he'd become a little obsessed, gifting them with the power of foresight, watching them scurry around their silly man-made city like a mouse.

He knew fine well he and his kin weren't really meant to mess with the life below them, but each still bent the rules and dipped their toes into mortal life now and then, one off experiments to see how the life reacted. Yet Deli found himself coming back to this one, he couldn't put a finger on why though.

Frequently he'd transform, hiding his Employer appearance to a grunt, blending in as best as he could, but some things, such as his glowing white eyes, couldn't be changed. He'd hide them with shades, even then, they'd glow slightly.

Deli sat alone at a table, pretending to read a newspaper at the booth he occupied while keeping a close eye on you at work. A small and homey diner, which prided itself on good and fast service.

"There you are hon," You smiled, setting down a fat stack of pancakes in front of the frequent customer. He was quiet, rarely ever speaking a word to you, but he tipped generously and was fairly handsome. Salt and pepper hair, sunglasses, dressed in a pressed suit and white shirt, looking like an aged businessman.

You topped off his coffee, leaving enough room for him to throw in the multiple cubes of sugar into the black liquid. "anything else I can get you?"

He set his newspaper down and gestured at the space across from him. "Perhaps a moment of your time?" That was a strange and unexpected request, yet curiosity found yourself humouring him. Deli fought off a smile, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. Of course you would, he knew you'd always make the correct decision.

"Well it's not something on the menu, but I guess I can take a couple minutes break." It wasn't too busy right now anyway, everyone else busy in talking, drinking and eating.

"You seem to have adept judgement." He tipped the entire container of syrup onto his pancakes. "Help me with something I've been mulling over."

You looked at his pile of sugar and held back a laugh. "Is it that you've been wondering if you should ask for a second syrup cup when you eat here?"

"Ah, heh. No, something else. But perhaps I should. From all the things your kind had invented, processed sugar is no doubt the peak of your creations." Deli slipped up there, and he knew you'd picked up on it. "If by some chance, a higher power was looking down and observing you, what would you think?"

Sitting across from him, your eyes meeting the dark shades covering his own, you pondered for a moment. "Like a god? Can't say I'm too religious, but it'd be pretty neat I suppose. But I'd have to wonder why they'd take time from their busy day to humour me."

"Maybe because I see something in you." Deli shoved a mouthful of sugary goodness into his maw.

"You see something in me? What, you're telling me you're some kinda god or something? Pretty far-fetched. Did you happen to break out of Seeking?" You tilted your head, trying to decipher the clues he's dropping, but it's not making sense.

Deliberator set down his fork and took off his shades, revealing white eyes filled with intricate and beautiful abstract patterns, dark grey shapes shifting infinitely in glowing ivory. "No, I do believe I am some form of god to your kind." You stared at him, and the silence around you settled in.

Glancing around, you and your regular still seated in the booth, yet the diner and all else was gone. The pair of you in the comfortable seat lost in the inky black nothing. "Wha-what the hell is this?" Perhaps you'd gone mad too.

Looking back to the stranger, his disguise had faded, showing his Nevadian form. Pluming black fire, black geometric shapes surrounded in milk white lines floating off his body and turning to nothing. "It's uncouth for my kin to take such a deep interest in the world we watch over, and yet something draws me to you. Allow me to properly introduce myself,"

He set down a white glowing set of scales on the table, perpetually equally balanced. "Your kin calls me Deliberator, and I oversee balance and justice in your world. And you, my curious little friend, just so happen to be precisely what I'm searching for."

His hands took yours, and the vast emptiness filled with stars around you. "Another being of balance, one of keen and sound mind. It takes me centuries to find those worthy of my time, there are so few. You have no idea how long I have yearned to find you."

Fear, curiosity, wonder all filled your mind. This had to be a hallucination or something. There's no chance in hell any of what was currently occurring was real. "This... Has got to be the weirdest dream I've had yet. Until a few minutes ago it felt so real. When do I wake up from this?"

Deli spun you around, showing off the world, his world, the things he sees, feels and lives in every moment. "Perhaps when you open your mind to me, see things from a new perspective. It's a lot to ask, a leap from your familiar into the unknowns of godhood, but you'll behold such wonderful sights, experience things you could never have comprehended.

The universe exists on a knife's edge, judgement to maintain balance is needed. I trust in you to uphold that, if you'll take on the burden."

Decision making... A fine quality you upheld over and over, each time making the correct choice...

"With you? I will."

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[lily-janus]

What Once Was

Summary: Janus bumped into Virgil as he goes down a self-depricating spiral... which stirs up old feelings

Pairing: platonic Anxciet

Warnings: swearing, self-deprication

Word count: 1,052

My fic for day 6 Kiss & Make Up of @tss-anxceit-week

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All Janus wanted to do was grab his wine from where he was hiding it from Remus, and watch some drama content where people hilariously overreact over everything and forget about everyday life.

But… of course that didn't end up to be what happened.

When he hid his wine in the light sides' kitchen, he thought himself pretty clever since Remus rarely ever comes near here. Something about their 'lameness' rubbing off on him.

And, when he does his pranks he usually prefers to use their rooms.

Now, however, he regretted every moment of that decision. Because, obviously someone had to pop up in the common room right next to the kitchen right when he was about to leave.

He was about to try to sneak away before whoever it was could notice him when-

"...Fucking stupid…"

That voice… that shaky voice…

Despite his better judgment, Janus risked a glance towards the common room to confirm his suspicion.

And, sure enough, he saw none other than the anxious side, pacing all over the area, probably trying to release some of that pant up anxious energy.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid…" he kept saying over and over again. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

Janus knew he should just disappear and forget what he saw, Virgil made his feelings towards him more than clear… not that Janus can blame him…

But… for some reason… he couldn't find it in him… Dammit he still cares about the traitor… despite everything.

"What are you doing here?"

The hate dripping from Virgil's words should be familiar to him by now, but they always feel like a punch to his gut, no matter how used to it he was getting.

Janus opened his mouth to answer when…

"Know what? I don't care, just get out, you shouldn't even be here. I can't… I can't deal with you right now."

And there it was again, that shake in his voice. He knew Virgil well enough to know that something was wrong.

He finally looked up to find Virgil frowning at him, "you're weirdly quiet…" he pointed out.

Sometimes… Janus forgets that Virgil knows him well enough too… or tries to forget anyway.

"What happened?" Janus finally managed to ask, raising a curious eyebrow at him.

Virgil huffed, "right, like you care… Why are you still here?"

Janus managed a smirk, "why do you think?"

But Virgil didn't rise to the bait, he just let out a long, tired sigh. "I don't have time for your stupid games…"

Janus shrugged, "not a game, you still didn't answer my question."

"That's because it's none of your business." Virgil shot back.

"I'm not leaving until you answer." Janus put his wine on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Virgil expectantly.

"I can just go to my room." Virgil pointed out.

"Then why are you still here?" Janus used Virgil's earlier question.

"Because you're obviously up to something, so I'm not letting you out of my sight until you leave." He shot back with a glare.

Janus tutted, "you always were a terrible liar, honestly, Virgil." He rolled his eyes, "who do you think you're fooling? Certainly not me."

Virgil turned back to his anxious pacing, "I really can't deal with you right now…"

"Why?" Janus tried again, "is something… Wrong?" He paused for a bit before finishing to put emphasis on the last word. "Trouble in paradise?"

"Of course not." Virgil snapped, turning back to glare at Janus.

"Right… of course, nothing's ever wrong in Rainbows and Sunshine land." Janus rolled his eyes again.

"No…" Virgil agreed despite the obvious sarcasm, "the problem's always me…" he added quietly.

Ah, now they're getting somewhere.

"What do you mean?" Janus asked carefully and Virgil flushed when he realized he said it out loud.

"Nothing, forget it." He said quickly, too quickly.

It was Janus' turn to sigh, if he wanted Virgil to open up… he's gonna have to do the same.

"Fine, I'll admit it…" Janus took off his gloves, shivering from how exposed he felt without them, "I'm worried about you." He admitted when his hands were bare.

Virgil paused to stare at him for what felt like hours, before turning away. “Wow… just… wow..”

Janus frowned, putting back his gloves, “I’m telling the tru-”

“Are you?” Virgil cut him off sharply, “are you seriously telling me that after everything…” he flailed his arms, “you’re worried about me?”

“Yes.” Janus said simply, “don’t you feel the same about me?”

Virgil snorted, “of course not!”

Janus examined his hands, “still a terrible liar…”

Virgil returned to his pacing, “whatever, it’s still none of your business and our days of having heart-to-hearts are over, so piss off before I make you.”

Janus rolled his eyes, “woo I’m so scared… if you want me to leave just answer my question.” He repeated.

Virgil threw his arms in frustration, “same thing that always happens, okay?! I messed up and made everything worse. There, happy? Now scram.” There were tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Janus didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. He just watched as Virgil sat on the armrest of the couch, curling into a ball by hugging his knees to his chest and burying his head between them.

It’s not often that Janus doesn’t have anything to say, but in this moment, Janus could only stare.

Then, he was standing behind Virgil, not knowing when he even started moving towards him.

But, he hugged him from behind and whispered softly, “from my experience… you only make things better…” before finally disappearing.

And you can be sure he was not crying when he appeared back in his room, not even noticing he left his wine behind… it was just… dust in his eyes, he didn’t clean his room in ages.

Our days of having heart-to-hearts are over…

Janus looked over his yellow couch, remembering all those times where he and Virgil would just… talk, about anything that came to mind… talks that lasted for hours without either of them noticing.

But Virgil was right, those days are long gone, and Janus has no one to blame but himself.

Though maybe, one day… They could make up. Because Janus wasn’t lying… Virgil made everything better, for him at least.

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[mydarlingdearestdead]

Sirius Black post-prank

Did I fully edit this? no. However I am not sorry. TW: Self harm, alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation, mentions of blood

Sirius Black knew the taste of blood well. In his sixteen years of life, there was hardly a taste he knew better. Still, knowing something is not the same as liking it.

When Sirius peeled his eyes open to glare, rather dejectedly, at his bed hangings he recognised the taste instantly. At first, he assumed he'd bit his cheek during the night and hadn't noticed- that had happened before. It wasn't until he lifted a hand to scrub over his face that he noticed the mild resistance from his joints.

With a groan, Sirius lifted his head. The sheets as well as his arms and pyjama bottoms were stained rather spectacularly in deep red. He found his torso caked in dried blood. Some part of him wanted to laugh at that. House colours, after all. His skin had even taken on a yellowish tint in recent days.

He hadn’t worn a shirt to sleep, despite the February chill. Earlier that year he'd slept in whatever jumper Remus wore that day. Now that wasn't an option, so Sirius went without.

"Sirius?" James' voice called hesitantly. Sirius didn't respond. If he waited long enough James would say his piece and leave.

"I've left a sandwich from lunch on your trunk." Afternoon then. "And Mary said if you don't come and see her then she's going to come up here and drag you down by your ear." James laughed. Sirius didn't.

James paused. "We're all worried about you, Sirius." He took a deep breath. “Regulus-”

"Remus isn't." Sirius's voice came out scratchy and hoarse from lack of use. “And leave my brother out of this, James. I don’t care if you’re in his bed or not.”

James hesitated again, "Remus." He said, "Remus is… well, Sirius, he's-"

"He hates me. Got it." Sirius cut him off coldly, a little more confident in his tone. "You can leave now." He avoided the Regulus comment, Sirius thought.

He was probably smart for it, considering how Sirius reacted when he first found out. You’d be mad too if you found out your best friend had been dating your brother behind your back for almost six months. Granted, perhaps you wouldn’t curse said best friend six ways to Sunday.

James didn't reply, but Sirius heard the door shut as he left.

He unstuck himself from his sheets, undid the charm holding the bed hangings closed, and stumbled to the shared bathroom

"House colours." He muttered.

There was no pain, perhaps a dull ache somewhere inside him but that was hardly from the cuts. Heartbreak, more likely, caused that particular ailment. Not that Sirius could blame Remus… not at all.

He almost couldn’t recognise himself. Rib bones were clearly visible under his skin. They seemed sharper, and while he’d always been pale, his veins seemed to glow blue under translucent skin. The hair Sirius took such pride in was too long, tied in a bun at the base of his neck, and slicked through with grease from serious neglect.

Sirius neglect.

Funny.

James would like that joke.

Some things couldn't be changed though. The birthmark on his shoulder, or the tattoos surrounding it. Or the Moony tattoo written in bold letters against his stomach, not that it was visible at this time- his entire torso was a bloodbath- but Sirius knew it was there. Like a ghost, a presence in his mind obscured in a way.

Sirius clutched his wand like a safety blanket. Raising it, he cast a clean-up spell, the nature of which was furniture, not people, effectively removing any trace of blood to his eye.

He averted his eyes before they could catch on the word fifteen-year-old Sirius was so sure he wanted to be reminded of at every glance in a mirror.

Sirius fell into a routine of a sort, or perhaps choreography could be more accurate. He waved his wand at his bed, using the same spell he’d cast on himself to clean and make it up, then moved the plate James left him. Everything he ate tasted like sand anyway. Sirius placed the plate on the ground and opened his trunk. He reached down to an old quidditch jumper of James’. He unwrapped it, an unconscious decision, and removed three items from inside;

An empty bottle of firewhiskey, a blade from his potions kit (Top of the line! Says Horace Slughorn, Potions Master at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!) and a polaroid picture.

From inside the tiny frame, Remus’ grin caught his eye. Lily took it, at Sirius’s, now infamous, birthday party. She used a muggle camera. Part of him was glad, he wanted to keep this a snapshot of that moment without the chaos that erupted around them- Remus, grinning, completely sober, and Sirius, planting a kiss on his cheek, unsurprisingly black-out drunk. They curled up on the sofa in the common room, undoubtedly the centre of attention, with not an inch of space between the two.

Sirius resisted the urge to set the picture on fire and be done with it. Instead, he grabbed the glass bottle and launched it at the wall, right under the window where Remus would smoke at night. It smashed, of course, lying in shards under the window, which Sirius, now realised, was open. Groaning, he stomped over to close it.

It was dark outside- when did that happen?-, and clear. The moon shone clearly through the darkness, full and-

Full.

Remus.

The next few minutes were a daze of stumbling and apologies directed toward inanimate objects as Sirius realised he’d (a) allowed the full moon to sneak up on him and not notice the signs, (b) had more broken glass in his body than could technically be considered healthy and (c) needed to get to the shack as soon as humanly possible.

Why wouldn’t James have reminded him? Unless-

Unless Remus told him not to.

That was it. Remus didn’t want him there. Of course, he wouldn’t, with what Sirius had done at the last full moon-

Sirius wouldn’t want anything to do with himself either.

The worst part? Aside from Remus’ distance, Sirius couldn’t ignore how much the action, or the thought that went into it, reminded him of his mother. Walburga Black, who cast crucio on him for the first time at twelve years old. Walburga Black, who entered into a loveless marriage and produced two children for the sake of blood purity. Walburga Black, who beat Sirius within an inch of his life during the Christmas holidays in his fourth year. Walburga Black, who disowned her heir so easily, knowing she had a spare waiting in the wings.

Regulus wasn’t like her, but he wasn’t like Sirius either. He was too compliant, too willing. Sirius would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified for his brother. But he also didn’t regret leaving. The Potters saved him and he was eternally grateful for that fact. Reggie, however, couldn’t be saved unless he asked. And Regulus Arcturus Black wasn’t going to ask anyone for help, as he’d informed Sirius in a furious whisper just a mere twelve weeks ago.

Yet he hadn’t any problem crawling to James for another type of help. That gave Sirius hope for his brother’s fate. Hope was in short supply those days, and Sirius wasn’t going to let it go. Just because Regulus was a stubborn shit.

In other, hopeless, news:

Witnessing Remus’ pain was worse than anything his mother could have possibly inflicted in all her torture. The toll it took on Sirius was unlike any suffering he’d ever known. He would have welcomed any spell, curse, or potion in its place. Alas, was anything that simple?

When Sirius told Snape how to make it to the shack he hadn’t considered any type of consequence for himself, or, more importantly, for Remus. He knew, of course, weeks later, that even Snape was undeserving of such a fate.

And Remus was everywhere, reminding him of that fact.

His face haunted Sirius’ nightmares and dreams alike, his conscience has always been Remus’ voice- a fact that only became apparent once he couldn’t bear to hear it.

As a result, Sirius will do anything to drown him out.

On many nights Sirius considered bringing himself to the astronomy tower, or just taking that blade to an essential artery. He couldn’t do it. Not while Remus didn’t understand the regret that lived inside him, like a disease. That doesn’t mean he hadn’t come close.

James had taken up a sudden interest in medicinal magic. He never said why, but they knew. Everyone knew. They just didn’t care.

Sirius fell heavily against the door. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough for stars to emerge in his vision. He watched them with increasing interest for some time. It was only when the door began pushing against him that Sirius realised he’d fallen asleep.

The sun was just beginning its ascend over the hills, and light was already beginning to pour through the window. The door was hitting him harder now.

Sirius crawled across the floor, rapidly stuffing the blade and polaroid into his trunk, along with the old jumper.

The door opened, and in came James Potter, smiling like he didn’t have to be up and learning Herbology in an hour. Behind him trailed Peter Pettigrew, looking very much like he had to be up and learning Herbology in an hour.

When they saw him crouched at the foot of his bed breathing erratically, James froze. Peter ran the other way, presumably to get a teacher or some other form of help (read: the girls). James inched toward him slowly, and Sirius backed away like a cornered animal.

“What happened?” James asked calmly. He lifted his hands in a surrender gesture. Sirius felt himself relax against the bedpost.

“Nothing much,” Sirius said, his voice felt scratchy again, “The glass? I just had a moment.” Sirius shrugged the best he could. His attempt at nonchalance was wearing thin.

James grimaced, “Sirius. I know it’s harder but English, please. Not French.”

“Mais putain! Je ne parles pas-” He cut himself off. Sirius could’ve sworn the words were in English. How long was he unaware of his own thoughts?

He repeated his previous statement, slowly, listening to each word as it passed his lips.

“Pads.” James said, tone level, “I mean the blood.”

Sirius shook his head quickly, “No.” He said, “No. I cleaned it up. There is no blood.” James’ face turned sympathetic. He nodded and, gently, placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder, which the boy neither leaned into nor shied away from.

“No blood, Padfoot, got it.” James smiled tightly. Normally, Sirius would’ve seen right through it. This Sirius, however, wasn’t normal by any standard.

Silently, James pulled his wand from his waistband and cast a couple of heavy-duty cleaning spells. The first on Sirius’ sheets, then the bathroom sink, which newly sported bloody handprints upon the porcelain, and lastly on the floor underneath Remus’ window.

They’d taken Sirius’ wand as a precaution for nights like this after he’d tried a charm on his bed hangings and almost got himself killed. Remus disagreed, his exact words were, “Let him vanish the wall and jump for all I care.” He admitted later he didn’t mean it, but he also wasn’t the one who had to find Sirius on nights like these.

Four months passed since Sirius told Snape how to bypass the Whomping Willow. Four moons. Each time James’ hope resurfaced, hope history wouldn’t repeat itself. Hope they’d return and Sirius would be Sirius again. Hope there would at least be less blood. His prayers hadn’t been answered so far and he was beginning to doubt they ever would be.

#why is writing from Sirius' POV so hard? #though the last bit is James #theres no clear bit where it changes #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #writing #microfic #the prank #marauders microfic #wolfstar #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #fanfiction #fanfic #marauders fanfic #marauders fan fiction #angst #this is meant to be chaotic in places #I promise

[thoughtsofafruit]

Quick little Rosechaser because I might just be a little obsessed with this ship. I will ship basically anything though, I just crave new keeps my brain happy.

There was a common misconception about James. A misconception far to many fell for, if you asked him.

"Evan!" James shouted after a match where slytherin had utterly destroyed gryffindor. He was too busy focusing on the blond boy in the stands laughing at him to notice the eyeroll that Lily Evans gave him, or all the annoyed looks many of the spectators gave him. "You were distracting me on purpose!" he claimed.

"Ah yes, of course, because I care so much for both quidditch and my school house to intentionally distract my rather talented boyfriend from his favourite thing," Evan said in a bored tone though he was smiling.

"You do like beating Gryffindor though, you've told me in the past!" James said. Evan smirked at him. Despite their public display as Evan would call it no one seemed to notice.

~~~~~~~~~

James settled into his usual seat at the library, opposite Remus and beside Sirius. The pair weren't trusted next to each other. He was still a little lost considering what him and Evan had been doing several minuetes earlier. He glanced through the bookshelves and caught sight of his boyfriend and his friends at the next table.

"So," Sirius said in his gossip voice. He had a voice for everything and James was accustomed to this one almost as much as his mischievous voice.

"So?" He asked.

"You and Evans," he said. James had wondered when his relationship with Evan would be brought up, it wasn't like they tried to keep it a secret. Five minutes prior if that Evan had kissed him in the middle of the library.

"Evan and I," James agreed, not picking up on the s.

"So it's true then?" Peter asked.

"Well yeah, Evan hasn't been trying to hide it, I haven't been trying to hide it, surprised it took you so long to notice," he told them. Remus hummed and glanced to the side, the same direction James kept looking, not that he was aware he was doing that.

"What's she like?" Sirius asked.

"He's pretty amazing actually. Not nearly as stuck up as you'd think," James said as he chewed on his quill, glancing to see Evan looking their way.

~~~~~~~~~

A gryffindor party was a gryffindor party. The spiked punch, the unspiked punch. The butterbeer and the firewhiskey. The tables of sweets ands savoury food alike. Music blaring, and people shouting out random gossip. James wished Evan would come to one. All the couples dancing made him miss him.

Several hours later Sirius raised a toast. "To Lily and James!" He shouted to cheers throughout the room.

"What?" James asked as he froze in place to the sweet table.

"What?" Lily asked from the sausage roll plate.

"Pads," Remus said, guiding him off the table he had gotten up on to start the rumour. James had spotted several people already rushing out the common room to spread the news as it where, they'd end up caught out there if they weren't careful.

"What?" James asked again. Lily appeared at his arm.

"What's going on?" She asked sternly. It had to be his doing, the relationship announcement.

"I'm not sure," he muttered. He'd have to get to Evan before this was common knowledge but he wasn't welcome in the slytherin dorm room and it was far too past curfew to start this sort of a conversation with him.

"Seriously Potter you better tell me what this is about!" Lily demanded, but James didn't answer. He was too busy figuring out how this had happened. He couldn't understand it. He went to bed without talking to his friends about it

~~~~~~~~~

"Evan!" James called down the hallway the next day as he sped walked after his boyfriend, ignorant to the fact that Lily was also walking ahead. "Evan! Please don't ignore me Evan! Evan!" He completley ignored Lily as she turned round to raise an eyebrow at him. She wanted an explanation.

"James," she said sternly as he passed. He glanced to her and smiled, barely stopping.

"Sorry Lily, can't talk," he said, before turning back to the hall and chasing after Evan. "Please Evan! It was an honest mistake! A complete and utter accident! Evan I'm sorry, seriously, please!" He shouted after him, unaware that Lily had started following him curious as to what was going on. They took a turn and the crowd thinned out.

"You're entire friend group think you're dating that ginger!" Evan shouted as he stormed down an empty corridor.

"I have no idea why they think I like Lily! I'm gay, like so gay and like really gay for you!" James shouted after him.

"Yet your friends started this rumour you're dating Lily fucking Evans!" Evan shouted at him as he spun around.

"And I don't know why!" James said desperately. "We don't hide our relationship, Lily is very openly with Mary, they all know I'm into men."

"It doesn't seem to matter to Sirius does it! No! Instead he had to go and announce your wonderful relationship with a fucking muggle born woman to all of gryffindor!" He shouted at him.

"Evan please, you heard the whole conversation last week! They were all there. Sirius asked if I was dating you and I said yes. They know, they should do anyway," James said, practically begging his boyfriend to listen.

"Um, sorry, but I would also like to know why people think we're dating," Lily said from behind James.

"Evans," Evan greeted coldly.

"Rosier," she greeted in turn. James instinctively reached a hand out in a form if support to Evan. He hated his surname with a burning passion.

"Oh," James said as he pieced it together.

"Oh?" Evan asked, rasing an eyebrow at him.

"Oh," he said again.

"Oh?" Lily asked.

"Oh!" he exclaimed.

"Potter," Lily warned.

"James, love, what is it?" He asked.

"Evan," he said pointing to his boyfriend. "Evans," he said pointing to his friend.

"Oh," they said together.

"There must have been some misunderstanding, between the names," Lily said.

""To be expected from a group of idiots," Evan said.

"Hey!" James said, pouting at him.

"You're an idiot for not realising sooner," he told him.

"I'll tell them later,' James promised.

#thoughts of a fruit #thoughts #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #harry potter #harry potter but make it gay #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #rosechaser #evan rosier #james potter #evan rosier x james potter #james potter x evan rosier #lily evans #misunderstanding #miscommunication

[steelycunt]

hello oh my god HELLO!! insane ask prompt .. there's no coming out of this alive. but 2 or 4!! whichever choose your fav xx

HI YOU. god. well a million years later, i am here xx i'm so so so sorry xx literally nothing happens in this one either they're just smug and obsessed with each other but i don't let them be smug often enough so it felt fair xx went for two in the end xx

There’s this faint white scar, on his chin—it cleaves through his bottom lip, just slightly, and curls downwards. It’s the shape of Norway. Sirius is twelve when he first notices it, over breakfast: orange juice and fried mushrooms and his best friend’s mouth. He’s nineteen, now, when he kisses it, and that’s only in lieu of swallowing it whole.

“I need to show you—” Remus pauses, twists to spit a cherry pit into the souvenir mug they’ve balanced precariously on the chair’s arm, “I need to show you how to use the washing machine.”

Sirius stretches one arm across Remus’ waist; they’re crushed into the bile-yellow armchair they got from a second-hand furniture shop last week—a bargain, even if it took them the best part of the day to drag it, with James’ help, from the shop to their flat—and it’s all a lazy knot of hands and hipbones and dry knees, rucked up shirts and boxer shorts.

Tangle in an old shoelace. They’ve been sitting here, just like this, for hours—dust has settled, most likely. Moss has grown. My heart is like a wheel, drawls the record player.

“Not right now, you don’t.” His nose is digging into Remus’ cheek. He wants to kiss him, wants to kiss his lips and his neck and his eyelids and that lovely curl of hair, just there—which isn’t new—and so, without a second thought, he does—which is.

“Do it later,” he urges. “Won’t take long. I’d like to think I’ve acquired skills in my life thus far that will prove transferable to putting dirty clothes in a big barrel.”

“Well, I’d like to think so too, but then—I also thought you’d acquired skills that would prove transferable to using a hoover, up until last night. And my blind faith ended up making fools of us both, didn’t it?”

Sirius dismisses him with a gesture, plastic palette from the Co-op in hand; the little fruits roll like eyeballs. “You know, I’m starting think you don’t really care all that much about household chores, Moony. You just like seeing what a shite muggle I make, so that you get to be smug about it. It probably helps you cope with the reality that I make such an exceptionally talented wizard.”

“Wow.” Remus chuckles, draws his head back to look at him properly, to present him with this awful little grin—this boyish, tilting, fruit-stained grin. Everything is funny. Even the things that aren't. Days passing like the beats in a knock-knock joke. “You’re exceptionally bloody insufferable, is what you are.”

And, sat here, there’s this thing in Sirius that swells so fiercely; it bucks around inside his chest, which is the drum of a marching band, which is a pinball machine for the cherry pit he accidentally swallowed earlier. Except the cherry pit is his own heart. Except the cherry pit is the entire fucking sun. All orange.

He’s thinking about all that time spent locking themselves in broom cupboards. Co-conspirators, holding hands under the table. Notes passed on balled-up corners of parchment during class, hello, hello I like you do you like me, hello I want to see you lets skive off after lunch, we can snog behind the greenhouses yes/no? (say yes please.)

Today, standing in their very own flat. Putting their hands on each other’s faces. Not once—not fucking once, did Sirius have to check over his shoulder before they did it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he argues, with a click of his tongue. “You seem to suffer me rather well. Look—you’re wearing my shirt.”

“That’s exactly my point, you fucking twat. All of my shirts are in the laundry,” Remus shoots back, and then—he kisses Sirius, quickly, on the mouth. Once, twice. Smiles, afterwards, as though he’s stolen something from him, and is now holding it out of Sirius’ reach. His stomach, perhaps. His spinal cord.

“What are you smiling about?” Sirius demands, regardless of the fact that he’s doing it to. It’s hard not to. They keep waking up in the same bed. His boyfriend is wearing his shirt. Later, they’re going to do laundry. He pushes his forehead against Remus’. “Stop it.”

“Nothing. I’m not, it’s only—we really live together, properly,” Remus says. He speaks quietly, as though their flat is a beast he is trying not to wake. “We don’t have to pretend anymore. Or sneak around. I just get to—suffer you, all the time.”

It catches Sirius off-guard, makes his face ache. Someone begs, let me roll it!

“Mm, lucky you,” he tries to tease, but it doesn’t land right, it’s all soft in the belly—lacks the snarky, whip-crack delivery he intended. He clears his throat, to punctuate it. Eats another cherry. Red flesh beneath his teeth.

Remus, watching him. His fine brown eyelashes. Sirius’ arm, draped across him. “Yes,” he agrees. “I think so too.”

#oh what i would do for a cherry right now......fruit of the gods i miss them theyre all i lived on this summer. i was eating like. #a palette a day. #anyway this is soooo. theyre so mushy and gross but i think maybe sometimes they deserve to be :-/ idk you be the judge xx #r/s #my fic #ridi drabbles

[marauderswolf22]

wolfstar headcanons, but when they ill

im ill and wanted to comfort myself with this

-Sirius was ashamed of being sick. In his childhood, he always had to deal with it on his own, so he didn't see anything unusual about it. Sometimes he even thought he didn't deserve care or help when he wasn't the best version of himself. Covered with blankets with a runny nose, he did not feel like the pride of the Blacks. Whenever any of his friends at Hogwarts saw him coughing, with a red nose or a sore, they said it was nothing. He didn't even know what it was like to get custody. When they started dating Remus, the werewolf hit him even more carefully. His every smile and unusual movement was recorded in his head archive to be recognized again. Thus, in a short time, Remus realized when his boyfriend was weaker. His eyelids drooped slightly, and the blush covered his whole face and then disappeared. "Sirius love, are you okay?" you look a little weak. he asked once a few weeks after their first date. Sirius was afraid, the word "weak" made him shiver. Even more so when Remus, as usual, was in the right. However, this time Padfoot's disease was really wearing him down as a result of poor treatment earlier in the day. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore. -I think I'm sick Rem, I just want you to know. "But don't think Remus didn't do anything about it. He immediately took care of the warmth and comfort of his boyfriend. He loaded it with thermometers and tissues like an overprotective mother with too much free time. And when Remus had left for the hospital wing, Sirius was left alone with his gifts. Merlin, he loved it.

-Rarely, but still, there was a coincidence of their health problems. Most often it took place after parties, when in unexplained mysterious circumstances, they both got drunk into three merlins. They returned to the room, and both, differently, felt their intoxication. Sirius had a habit of throwing up, because while his head was unusually strong, unfortunately his stomach was not. Remus was the opposite. He could drink a whole barrel and pass out, but his stomach wouldn't budge. So Sirius, bent over the toilet seat, could only feel the whiskey, and Remus's hands entwining his hair. Once he had thrown away everything he had to, their roles switched. He gave Remus potions so that the next day he wouldn't be tortured with a hangover. Then, they just rolled over uncontrollably and landed on one of the beds. They did it out of habit, knowing each other even when their minds couldn't comprehend what was going on. The next day, they usually didn't remember anything, so they never noticed what they had in common, not remembering anything from what you just read.

-Whenever he was sick, Remus had more trouble sleeping than usual. His head ached as if he had fallen from an astronomy tower, and his hell felt like a blazing fireplace. He also hated that for these reasons he was unable to read. But Sirius wanted to make it up to him. He took Moony's pick book, and read it to the chapter where he left off. Usually Remus would fall asleep and they had to read everything from the middle, but it made them feel better.

ps: it was supposed to be shorter I swear

#marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #marauders headcanon #sirius being sirius #padfoot #remus being remus #moony #moony x padfoot #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #moony wormtail padfoot prongs #james & peter & remus & sirius #marauders era #sirius loves remus #remus loves sirius #sirius drama queen #sirius being drama queen #sirius deserved better #remus deserved better #marauders deserved better #sirius orion black #remus john lupin

[sillygirlwrites199]

Nightmare Lie Low at Lupin's

*again, I don't really know what I am doing, but I will take requests. This was inspired by the "nightmare" prompt, and I might do a lil "lie low a lupin's" series full of stories like these*

For Remus Lupin, there was nothing tea and a good book couldn’t fix. He was in his small attic room, sipping from a large mug of chamomile whilst reading a new Muggle mystery he had picked up at the village bookstore. And was calm- calmer than he had been in awhile- though his mind did drift to Sirius every other chapter or so.

They had shared a pleasant day together. Remus had been unspeakably proud when Sirius declared he was going for a walk, and to celebrate, he had baked a batch of warm pumpkin bread that they feasted on after a simple chicken dinner. The rest of the evening had passed with a game of cards, the television playing an old film in the background, until Sirius yawned and said he was heading up to bed. 

Remus, still a bit restless with the full moon coming up, was about to turn off the light and place the book on his nightstand, when he heard the sound of glass shattering. His hand froze on the lamp switch. Of course, he wanted to ensure Sirius was all right, but he also wanted to give him independence and treat him like a rational adult. 

After a few seconds of contemplation, Remus swung his legs out of the bed and strode down the dim hallway to Sirius’s bedroom. He didn’t knock, heart throbbing in worry, and entered the room to a heart wrenching sight.

On the side of the bed sat Sirius, head buried into his hands. The glass of water that Remus had placed there earlier was shattered on the floor. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, as if he was forcing himself to be quiet. He didn’t notice Remus come in until he was standing a foot away, hands raised to show he was not threatening. 

“Sirius, can I come a bit closer?” Remus asked. It was something that McGonagall recommended to Remus after Dumbledore ordered Sirius to stay with him- always ask before touching, approaching, or doing anything that would cause excessive noise. 

Sirius gave a slight nod and Remus took a step forward, placing both hands on the opposite man’s shoulders. 

“I’m scared.”

The words came in a staccato breath, barely audible and spoken like a confession. Remus gathered his friend into a hug, and felt as Sirius’s crying slowly subsided, until the only sound was the rain pattering against the roof.

“I’m sorry, Remus, I’ll buy another,” Sirius whispered. 

Remus frowned, unsure of what Sirius was talking about until his eyes found the broken glass on the floor once again. 

“Don’t think about that right now,” Remus murmured. “Was it a nightmare?” 

Sirius folded his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking. Remus regretted asking the question when his breathing grew quick and frenzied. 

“You don’t need to talk about it, or tell me what it was about,” Remus assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Silence permeated the cold air of the bedroom, and Remus almost jumped when Sirius begin to whisper in a hoarse voice.

“I- It was about the Dementors. They would come into the cell at night a lot.”

Remus turned Sirius- every so gently- so he was facing him. 

“They can’t hurt you here,” Remus said. “There’s wards, and they can’t find you. You are safe.”

Sirius broke eye contact, and wordlessly kneeled to the ground, beginning to pick up the glass shards with trembling hands. As tears grew in his eyes, Remus couldn’t believe this was the same man who used to laugh in the Hogwarts dining hall with James, dominate the Quidditch pitch, and excel in his classes.

With a jolt, Remus kneeled next to him. He took the glass from Sirius’s hands.

“I promise, I will pay,” Sirius said in a rush. “I- I’ll go into town tomorrow, I’ll-“

“What I care about is that you feel all right. I don’t care about the glass,” Remus interrupted.

Sirius gave a terse nod, and stood up, crawling back into the bed. Remus drew the windows closed, shutting out the sound of rain and thunder, which couldn’t have helped the nightmares.

As he walked to the door, Remus paused by the bed.

“If you have another, come get me. I have some Dreamless Sleep stored away somewhere.”

Sirius nodded, clutching the blanket. Remus exited the room, and walked back to his own bed. After a failed attempt to continue his reading, he turned off the light, and tried to think about anything- anything at all- besides what the Dementors could have done to cause his best friend such vicious nightmares. 

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #lie low at lupin's #harry potter #post azkaban sirius #fanfic

[intrulogical]

for the prompt ficlet thing, could you maybe do Remus and Logan exploring the imagination together during a thunderstorm? could be romantic or not, up to you. ty!

A single crackle, a series of clouds whirling into each other.

"Remus." Logan immediately ducks his head under his forearms. He's hurriedly rushing towards Remus, whose arms are spread out. He looks prepared to catch the sky. "Remus, I don't know if this is a good idea."

(continuation under the cut!)

"My, my— if you expected a good idea from me, then I guess I made a mistake befriending you," Remus jests back, turning his head towards Logan. There's a grin on his face, and Logan knows it's most likely futile to plead for Remus to think otherwise.

And the rain — a typhoon, really — begins to pour, cascade. Remus embraces it, frolicking across the grass and oddly-shaped flowers and trees that he most likely made. The same childish, cheeky laughs erupt from him as he dances, the thunder accompanying his laughter like a harmony.

Logan, on the other hand, realizes that the rain hasn't hit him. Confused, he lowers his arms and gazes at his palms. They're still dry. The raindrops fall, and still, nothing. When they collide, the rain sizzles on his palm like oil on a frypan, evaporating into mist right afterward.

"Ah," Logan says, dumbly. Remus turns to look at him, hair drooping like a wet dog. "It appears I'm waterproof."

"Oh gee!" Remus walks towards him. He gently grasps onto his wrists, watching the rain vanish with such palpable curiosity, eyes wide and such. "You're like, Jesus fucking Christ!"

Logan laughs. "I burn things. Jesus wouldn't dry the ocean."

"Well, if God created the world, he created global warming. And by Catholic law or whatever, Jesus is God." He stares back at Logan. "That old Karen we saw in the store would have a field day with that one."

"At least they care about global warming, if they deny it." Logan says. They're quiet for a few seconds, Remus thumbing Logan’s wrist.

Logan purses his lips.

“Do you really think we’re doing the right thing, Remus?”

Remus’ grin falters for a second as he tilts his head. “Not really,” he says, honest. “But it doesn’t matter. Let their ‘Introduction to the Imagination’ video be ruined. I care as much as I care about dental floss.”

“Your toothbrush can’t get into the crevices of your teeth, Remus.”

“Then why make’em, huh?” Remus gesticulates. “Dental floss is a scam created by capitalist dentists to make more money.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t care about toothbrushes either. Or dentists, too.”

Logan laughs, although not as mirthful.

“You know it’s going to ruin their video.” Logan tells him, eyes looking down.

Why he cares so much about a family he left two months ago, he doesn’t know. But he doesn’t tell Remus that.

Then, there’s a sudden tug on his wrist. Logan almost stumbles as he’s pulled away into the field, all the vegetation swaying along to their quick sprinting. “And let their video be ruined!” Remus yells, looking back at Logan with the same grin from earlier. Eventually, they come to a halt next to some of the weird flowers from earlier. As raindrops fall onto them, they chime, and if one sings the same time as another, they harmonize.

“Let’s dance!” Remus tells him eagerly, his hand slithering down from his wrists to his palms. The wetness on Remus’ hands immediately heat up and evaporate when they touch, and all Logan can feel is warmth.

Logan huffs out a chuckle. “Fine,” he says. “Fuck their video.”

send me a prompt with remus and/or logan and i'll write a ficlet!

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogical #my writing #for context: logan is a lil fiery as orange #so the water just dries up

[danpuff-ao3]

Heroes, Villains, and Blorbos

Being a fan of both Snape and the Marauders is fun, in that -- okay that's a lie, it's not fun really. So few people I know actually like both sides. Most people I know pick a side and stick with it. 

Why is that? I figure it's one, or both, of two things. One: each side attracts a certain sort of person that will naturally disdain the other side. Two: by loving one, you must hate their enemies. 

Love makes us blind, though, doesn't it? We defend our faves to the bitter end. That's a bit harder to manage when what I love about all of these characters are...well...their faults. 

The Marauders

Their story is quite admirable, isn't it? It's fun! Four very close, loyal friends. Friends who go to great lengths for one another, and go on grand adventures together. 

At the helm: two privileged boys. James and Sirius were born with pure blood and wealth. James, the only son of two older parents. Sirius, the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Both handsome and charming. Both big, bold personalities.

Then Remus, of course. Their quiet, patient, studious housemate turned friend. And Peter, accused of gravitating to those bigger and stronger than himself. But that's a bit unfair, I think. Peter had something to offer; something that drew him to, and kept him with the Marauders. 

You have the full range in the Marauders. The "too cool for school" Sirius. James, the Quidditch star (and eventual Head Boy!) Remus the responsible prefect. Peter, the sweetheart (he did seem rather sweet in those earlier days.) 

More than that: they were highly intelligent and skilled. They deduced Remus' secret. They sneaked out and explored. They created the Marauder's Map! Not only a feat of magic, but requiring knowledge of cartography and knowledge of the grounds! They cared for their friend enough to become Animagi -- advanced magic they were self-taught in and accomplished without anyone being the wiser for it! 

Competency is sexy, okay? Of course people are drawn to the Marauders! 

There is so much good in them. Their capacity for friendship and loyalty. How driven they are by their values. All they worked for just to help Remus through full moons. James opening his home to Sirius when he needed to escape his family. They kept each other's secrets. They relied on one another. 

It was this sense of goodness, I think, that drove them to such heinous acts. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. 

Sirius, disillusioned by his family, standing against all they stood for. James, of the Main Character Syndrome, and a desire to play hero. They were all sorted into Gryffindor, sharing values of bravery and chivalry. They would go on to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight in the war effort right after graduating. Setting aside Peter (with his unknown background and motivations; not knowing when or why he turned on his friends), they all had a sense of their morals and a willingness to abide by them. They all had a sense of right and wrong.

But think: for all of their goodness, they were troublemakers and lawbreakers. They were above the rules. Due to ego and entitlement in some ways (especially for our privileged James and Sirius), but also a sense of righteousness. They were young boys chasing adventure and playing hero. They were unregistered Animagi, remember: but for a good cause! 

They were also bullies. 

For a good cause, of course! Snievellus deserved it. A strange, intense boy. A Slytherin. For knowing more curses in his first year than most seventh years. (For knowing; not using.) For existing. 

"They were just kids"; it's not an excuse, but a place to begin to understand. They were young. They were ignorant and immature. People also fear what they don't understand. This is why people who are "different" are so often "othered" and mistreated. 

A hostile first interaction, on all sides, and they painted Severus as a "villain." And it's up to heroes to bring down villains, isn't it? 

One hostile, first meeting and James tried to trip Severus. One interaction and he was already resorting to physical harm. And the trend would continue. Public humiliation, sexual assault, and a near death experience. Four wizards routinely targeting and tormenting one. 

They were arrogant, cruel, and judgmental (primarily James and Sirius), or passive and enabling (more Remus and Peter.) 

Their behavior was reprehensible and inexcusable.

The Half-Blood Prince

Of course, Severus Snape was no angel himself. 

Like the Marauders, Severus was intelligent, skilled, and accomplished. Unlike them, Severus wasn't privileged. He was a half-blood. He was raised in poverty; raised in neglect and abuse. He wasn't blessed with good looks or charm. He was bitter, odd, obsessive. 

He was a wizard trapped in a dingy, Muggle town, raised by a magic-hating Muggle of a father. Petunia called him "that awful Snape boy."

Lily was the first spot of brightness in his life. His first connection to magic, and kindness. When it was time for them to attend Hogwarts, life was meant to improve. He was going to be with Lily; he was going to escape. 

Instead Severus walked out of one trauma, and right into another.

Separated from his best friend. Targeted from day one. Overlooked in favor for his more likeable and attractive peers. He was brilliant, and dedicated, and ambitious. He worked hard. He did great things. He improved potions and invented spells.

Control and power would appeal to people like Severus. People who have never had either. People who have been crushed beneath the boots of people in control, and in power. 

When he nearly walked into his death, there was no real consequences for his attackers. And he was forced into silence. 

Of course Severus was bitter. And of course he was tempted.

Severus went down the wrong path. And he befriended the wrong people. He invented a heinous curse. He used a slur against his best friend. There is no excuse for Severus. No reason to forgive his sins. But we can understand them, can't we? We can understand what might drive a person to such extremes, such horrors.

Changed Men

These were young people growing up in the time of war. And the moment they were able, they chose their sides. 

Peter is the most interesting case to explore. What drove him to betraying his friends? When did he decide this? Was he always a rat? Or did time in his friends' shadows twist him? Was it a big event that turned him?

Sirius would lose his best friend and be falsely imprisoned. He managed to escape the inescapable Azkaban, driven by the need to protect Harry. He opened his home to the Order. He was open to doing more; he felt compelled to offer more than anyone would take. Sirius was troubled, of course, traumatized not only by loss of loved ones, but the loss of his freedom. Exposed to Dementors for years and years. He never had the chance to really grow up. But he remained strong, and dedicated. He remained clever, and strong, and willing to fight. 

Remus faced many hardships through his life. He lost all of his friends in one fell swoop. The love and support he'd been blessed with, now gone. Trudging through life in a world that judged and feared him. He kept going with grace and compassion, in spite of all he endured. He was patient and wise. He was a supportive teacher. He was also careless, and put many lives at risk by not taking his potion. He nearly abandoned his wife and unborn child. Remus was a great, but imperfect man. 

James learned and grew bit by bit. He matured. He put in the effort to be a better person. He saved Severus' life. He pranked and bullied less often. He became Head Boy. He saw enough growth to earn that title, despite his troubled past, and despite not making prefect. He saw enough growth that Lily saw him in a new light. And at the tender age of twenty-one he lost his life to protect his wife and son. 

Severus had the biggest task of all. He (likely) committed atrocities as a Death Eater. But when he realized how wrong he had been, he was strong enough to change. Too few people own up to their mistakes and are willing to change. Severus had to face how truly horrendous his choices had been. He had to change his whole belief system. And, again, so young, he put his life at risk by entering Dumbledore's service and turning spy on Voldemort. He remained in a job he hated for years and years. And when Voldemort returned, Severus returned to his terrible duty. Was he a nice man? No. But he was brave. He was strong. He worked hard to atone for his mistakes. He was forever haunted by the horrors of his life. And he died, unappreciated and unrecognized for all he had done. 

None of them were perfect. All of them had potential. 

So much of their promise died in the war. They were all so damn young, and so deeply impacted. They all made grave mistakes. They all achieved great feats. 

But what draws me to them all above all else is the horrible humanity of them. All of their virtues, and especially all of their flaws. 

Additional Reading

Flaws in Fiction: Character Edition

Flaws in Fiction: Appearance Edition

The Astrology of James Potter

The Astrology of Sirius Black

The Astrology of Remus Lupin

The Astrology of Peter Pettigrew

The Astrology of Severus Snape

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