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evermoreismychild · 11 days
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regulus: it’s like we finish each other’s—
james: …homework
regulus: ???
james, in tears, sliding his potions work over to reg: please
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messrmagpie · 9 months
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ugh, get a room 🙄
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Sirius: *puking in the toilet*
Peter: ah is it a hangover?
Remus: no he walked in on James and Regulus shagging this morning
Peter:
Peter: oh
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pearlynia · 2 months
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James, groaning: my lips are so dry!
Sirius: try putting honey on it, it helps
James:
James, grabbing Regulus's face kisses him: there!
Sirius, looking like he wants to laugh and cry: you- I- wha- how- I- n-
Remus, looking up from his book: Great! This is the third time this week that you two broke him and it's Monday!
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lunasky2491 · 3 months
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James admiring Reggie:
Regulus: Potter what are your obnoxious eyes doing, keep your wild fixations to yourself.
James dreamy eyed: Just stargazing.
Regulus: you absolute imbecile you cannot possibly stargaze in the middle of the day.
James: well I can, and I’m admiring one now.
Regulus:
Remus:
Peter:
Evan:
Dorcas:
Barty snorting:
Sirius looking at the sky: um I can’t see anything James, where did you say it was?
3 days later:
Sirius: Wait a god damn minute! MOONY! IM GOING TO KILL HIM, I SWEAR THIS TIME I’LL KILL HIM!
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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months
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Falling asleep in the dorms... part 2
a prequel to the original
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"James?"
"Yeah?"
"Marlene and I broke up today."
"Shit, Pads. That sucks."
"Nah. I'm not upset, really."
"Alright...brilliant, then."
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"James?"
"Yeah, Pads?"
"I don't think I ever liked Marls like that. I think we're better off as good friends."
"As long as she doesn't steal you from me."
"Never."
...
"James?"
"What's up, Padfoot?"
"I don't...I don't know if I ever liked any girl like that."
"Well damn, a lot of girls are going to be disappointed, mate. Little Ella McMahon might just cry."
"Fuck off."
...
"James?"
"Yes, Pads?"
"Are you disappointed?"
"About what, Padfoot?"
"That I don't like girls? That I like..."
"Cats? Yes, very disappointed."
"Boys....Are you mad?"
"Padfoot, you can like whoever you want, as long as it's not Evans. The drama would kill us."
"Right."
...
"James?"
"Yes, Padfoot?"
"What if I like someone else that might cause...drama?"
"We all know you're in love with Minnie. But alas, your love shall never be."
"Dick."
...
"Erm...James?"
"Pads?"
"It's Moony."
"I know, Padfoot. You look at him like the sun shines out of his arse and you're currently sleeping in his jumper."
"I...yeah? That's...alright?"
"Yeah."
"Oh...right."
...
"James?"
"Go to sleep, Padfoot. We can moon over Moony tomorrow. Talk all about his lovely arse or whatever."
"Erm...Right. Thanks, Prongs."
...
"Sirius?"
"Fuck. Yes, Remus?"
"I think Moony likes you, too."
"Oh...that's good to know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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not-rab · 9 months
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sirius: it’s so nice being held :)
death eater: ??! i’m holding u hostage
sirius: still :) it’s nice to be held
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emeriart · 10 months
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Sirius and Remus talking about their futures ✨🌙
Maybe in a reality where they don't have a tragic ending.
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addsalwayssick · 4 months
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sharks can’t read all the young dudes or crimson river or even art heist, baby so therefore they all live extremely sad lives
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adharastarlight · 5 months
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*Sirius and Reg bickering*
Remus: stop being a brat!
Reg: excuse you!? I am not a brat.
James: yes you are???
Reg: HEY!?
Sirius: ...
James: :)
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prettiestst4r · 5 months
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OKAY, BUT HARRY POTTER WAS A SASSY LITTLE SHIT TOTALLY ON HIS OWN.
WHAT IF HE WAS RAISED BY WOLFSTAR?? Oh my, I can't even imagine the sassiness...
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felixsoup · 1 year
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sweetstarryskies · 1 month
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@wolfstarmicrofic | Draught of the Living Death | 685 words
Note: Mature themes and references to sex, nothing explicit
Sirius and Remus are friends. Best friends. Sure, they might hold eye contact longer than necessary. They might be more touchy with each other than with anyone else. Maybe their banter turns flirtatious so quickly they often don’t even realize. But they are just friends. Friends that flirt sometimes.
Sirius is sitting on the couch closest to the fireplace. He is lazily doodling stars and half-crescent moons all around the instructions for the Draught of the Living Death, not paying attention to the homework assignment he’s supposed to be working on with James. James has his Potions book open as well, he is lounging in an armchair, feet resting on the coffee table in front of him. Peter is sitting on the floor, a piece of parchment on the same table, drawing a Mandrake. Sirius looks up to watch Remus who is sitting on the couch with him, book in his lap, back resting against the armrest, legs spread out across the cushions, feet buried under Sirius’ thighs.
James interrupts the comfortable silence: “Do you ever think about our professors having sex?” 
“What the fuck, James?” Peter groans, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, dropping his feather. Sirius starts cackling and Remus just looks at James, slowly shaking his head. Sirius stops laughing: “Hmmm, honestly, can’t say I have, Prongs. Why? Who would you want to shag out of all of them?” Peter drops his forehand onto the table, mumbling something about being too sober for this conversation. James’ answer comes out a little bit too quickly: “Flitwick.” Sirius nods and hums thoughtfully, Peter sighs and picks his feather back up. Remus looks at Sirius now: “Are you thinking about Minnie?” Sirius stares at him in shock: “Oh, absolutely NOT, Moony. That is revolting. I do have mommy issues, but they do not go that far.” Remus chuckles and looks back down at his book.
“I don’t know,” Peter muses, apparently giving into the others’ nonsense, “I think I could show Minnie a good time.” James throws his head back laughing while Remus is chuckling again. “Oh, please,” Sirius replies, “Pete, you probably think the G-spot is where gangs meet up.” Peter glares at him, head turning red like a tomato. But before he can say anything, James interferes: “And what do you know about G-spots, Pads? Aren’t you ‘as gay as they come,’ like you always say?” The usage of air quotes is accompanied by James’ shit-eating grin. Sirius exclaims, clutching his heart in mock-defense: “Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve had sex with women before my gay awakening.” Remus looks up: “That alone does not speak for your G-spot-finding-abilities,” he deadpans. “Oh, and what makes it your forte, Moony? You’ve never even had sex with a woman, as far as I know,” Sirius replies, smirking back at him.
Before Remus can reply, Peter speaks up: “Actually, I think Moony can make anyone feel good.” Sirius tries to retort something sassy but is caught up by images appearing before his inner eye; ways in which Moony could make someone feel good… 
James’ grin widens when he agrees with Pete: “Yeah, Moony can definitely find any and all important spots.” Sirius just scoffs, and feels himself blushing. Remus wiggles his toes that are buried underneath Sirius’ thighs: “See, Pads?” With that grin that makes Sirius’ heart skip a beat. He stares back for a second too long. Flustered, Sirius averts his eyes to his Potions book, trying to think about draughts instead of dicks.
A moment later, he feels Remus shift, sitting up and scooching over to sit next to Sirius, nudging his shoulder: “Awww, Pads, don’t pout.” Remus leans in closer and lowers his voice to speak quiet enough for only Sirius to hear: “Do you need me to make you feel good?”
At that, Sirius gets up very abruptly, snaps his book shut, throws it back at the couch, and stomps over to the staircase. On his way to the dorm, he can practically feel Remus’ eyes on him.
This whole ‘Friends who Flirt-Thing’ was definitely getting out of hand. 
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xx-thedarklord-xx · 6 months
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Poisoned out of Love
A giggle followed by shushing sounds had Sirius mentally preparing himself for whatever mess the troublesome duo had made this time. It was a shame that Remus was still out cold from yesterday’s full moon.
“Are you sure this is the right recipe?” Harry asked, no doubt with his hands on his hips—something he picked up from Remus. “It smells funny.”
“That’s the whole point, Harry,” Draco said with so much sass that it had Sirius snickering behind his hand the closer he got to the kitchen. “Poison is supposed to stink.”
Poison?
“What’s going on here?” Sirius demanded as he rounded the corner and came to a standstill at the sheer disaster that replaced what used to be a clean kitchen.
“Nothing,” they said in unison, innocent eyes blinking up at him. Yeah, that quit working on him years ago.
“That might have been believable if you didn’t have dirt on your chin, Draco. And Harry you have something slimy on an ear.”
Instead of cleaning off themselves, they cleaned each other. Sirius tried to remain strong and firm, but his heart melted when Harry gently wiped Draco’s chin.
When Draco grinned—a front tooth missing—and giggled as he wiped whatever the hell Harry managed to get on his ear, Sirius was pretty sure his heart exploded.
They were too cute.
“What is this I hear about poison?”
As expected, Harry rubbed his shoe into the floor, contrite and already apologetic. Also expected was the way Draco stomped his foot and crossed his arms.
“I’m not sorry!”
“I know you aren’t, Draco. You never are,” Sirius sighed, coming closer to the table. He blinked rapidly when he realized the ‘cauldron’ they used was actually the dog bowl.
“What’s in this?” Sirius wrinkled his nose at the smell. He probably should have asked better questions or scolded them properly like Remus would have, but where was the fun in that?
“Poop.”
“Milk.”
Sirius closed his eyes before placing his head in his hands. “I’m not even going to ask. What possessed you to want to create this monstrosity?”
When Harry opened his mouth, Draco turned to him angrily.
“No, don’t tell him! If you tell him then he won’t let us poison McMillan.”
McMillan? He couldn’t remember what their kid looked like, but as far as he knew McMillan was their classmate in Magical Care for the Youth.
“I’m not going to let you poison McMillan at all.”
Another foot stamp had him huffing a laugh as he debated on whether it would be rude to vanish their ‘potion’.
He knew better, he really did, but he still asked, “And what did McMillan do that deserves a good poisoning?”
“He made Harry cry!” Draco said, hand slamming on the table. “That’s not okay. No one gets to make him cry.”
That little snot nosed brat made Harry cry? How dare he.
“Carry on then.”
Harry and Draco barely began to cheer when a disappointed, “Sirius, really?”
Sirius turned around; hands raised as he tried to think of an excuse.
“Save it,” Remus waved a hand as he made his way to a chair and collapsed down. “I knew something was wrong when those two went quiet. It’s never a good sign.”
Two outraged, “Hey!”
“But Moony, he made Harry cry! My little baby cried!”
“I’m not a baby.”
“Sometimes parents say that,” Draco said solemnly. “My father says that every time I dress up for galas.”
“You are adorable in your dress robes,” Sirius agreed, cringing at the fact that he agreed with Lucius on anything.
“What about me?” Harry pouted. “Am I cute?”
Before they could respond, Draco nodded rapidly, hair falling into his face. “The cutest!”
Harry blushed, twirling a little at the praise. How come he never did that when Sirius praised him?
“Yes, you are both cute,” Remus said, eyes closed and head resting on the table. Sirius ran a hand down his back, rubbing out any knots that he could find. “But not cute enough to get away with poison.”
“Aww, not fair!” Harry pouted.
“If I could cite my sources on why we should be allowed to, can I then poison him?”
Remus lifted his head, brows raised and reluctantly intrigued. “What kind of sources?”
“No,” Sirius laughed, for once feeling like the adult that he pretended to be. “No poisoning him. How about we settle for a strongly worded letter to his parents?”
Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t approve.”
Sirius took a deep breath. Why couldn’t Harry have come home best friends with another child?
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he deadpanned. “Now, let’s clean this up and get ready for our monthly fun day.”
Draco and Harry gasped, rushing around the kitchen to put everything away.
“Ice cream!”
“Pizza!”
“Movie!”
They continued to shout until everything was clean and they dragged Remus to the couch. Every month on the day after the full moon, they all squeezed onto one couch and indulged on all of Remus’ favorite things in an attempt to make him feel better.
“Sirius, you’re my favorite cousin.”
“What do you want, brat?” Sirius narrowed his eyes, hating that his chest puffed out at being Draco’s favorite.
“Can we watch a scary movie?”
“No,” Remus shook his head. “The last time we did that you refused to go home for a solid week. As much as I love you, you don’t live here.”
Draco blushed, face heating up as he admitted, “That’s because Harry is my comfort pillow.”
Sirius saw the way Remus melted at that, and he was right there with him.
“Do we have anything pressing this week?” Remus asked, already giving in much to the enjoyment of Draco and Harry who were jumping up and down.
“No, and I don’t think Narcissa will mind as Lucius has business in France.”
“He doesn’t have business,” Draco argued, nose wrinkling. “Father has no job.”
Sirius snorted, ignoring the elbow in his side from Remus.
“Alright, we can watch a scary movie.”
“And I can stay for two weeks?” Draco asked, innocent eyes that were never innocent blinked up at him.
“One week.” Sirius couldn’t believe that he was negotiating with a child.
“Three weeks.”
Remus laughed, waving away Sirius’ glare as he continued to laugh.
“One and a half,” Sirius countered.
Draco made a considering noise, one finger on his chin as he thought about it. “Deal, but I get to bunk with Harry.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to separate you two.”
“Come on Draco,” Harry pulled on his friend’s hand. “Let’s go get the drinks.”
The sound of excited talking, little giggles and laughter echoed back to them, and it filled Sirius with warmth.
“We’ve got good kids.”
There was a time when he would have argued that they only had one kid, but now there was nothing to it.
They had two kids, and they were pretty perfect if he did say so himself.
Poisoning and all.
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julesart04 · 1 month
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support - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 242
James entered the common room with a frown on his face, a loudly laughing Remus behind him. He dejectedly threw himself onto the couch and sighed, looking at Sirius. "I fucked up, Pads," he murmured.
Remus, meanwhile, was now laughing even more, holding his stomach dramatically.
"What? How?" Sirius asked, confused, looking up from his chess game with Peter.
"I- I tried to compliment Reg, right?" James said, eyes wide and cheeks pink.
Remus laughed harder, tears starting to stream down his face.
"Yes?" Sirius nodded, shooting a guffawing Remus a look. Remus, meanwhile, was holding onto the couch for support, in a complete laughing fit, now.
"But I- shut it, Moony- I said he was as beautiful as his star in the sky," James muttered, gesturing upward and then smacking his own face with his hand.
Peter looked confused. "So?" he asked, turning to Remus who was all-but rolling on the ground.
"He-" Remus said through chuckles, "Reg looked up and back down and goes, with the straightest face in the world" another bout of laughter, "its cloudy, Potter," more laughs, "and then just walked away." So much laughter.
Sirius stared at James for a long time before bursting into laughter as well, Peter and Remus laughing right alongside him, howls of entertainment at James's expense filling the entire room. "Yeah, that sounds like our Regulus."
Sighing again, James just closed his eyes and wished the couch would swallow him whole.
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