#marauders ficlet

[ellecdc]

The Winner Takes It All

poly!Marauders x reader (gender not specified)

CW: slight light angst (between reader x other students), confusion on relationship status, fluff

You didn’t really know what you had done to win the affections of the infamous Marauder boys – namely Remus, Sirius, and James – but you weren’t going to question it too deeply; you quite enjoyed their company.

Everyone knew the three boys were together: Sirius and James were never known for their subtlety, and Remus was the reluctant (but quite pleased) victim of their near constant PDA. 

Somehow, you too had gotten swept up in their affections.

It wasn’t official – in the sense that you and the boys had never discussed what their flirting, pet names, cuddles, or forehead kisses meant in the grand scheme of things – but no one was ignorant to the chemistry between the four of you. The boys were so unbelievably sweet with you, and their attention felt like nothing short of worship.

James’ excessive excitement when you walked into a room left you feeling like you meant something; an overwhelming sense of belonging within his space. Sirius’ devilish flirting, compliments, and obvious ogling made you feel more beautiful than you ever thought possible. And Remus’ small gestures – whether carrying your books for you, ensuring you’ve eaten and drank enough water, and his special nicknames he seemed to save just for you - left you melted into a puddle of fondness. 

And that wasn’t always taken very well by others.

Namely, Emmeline Vance. 

The boys had been known to be quite…open…in their sexual encounters in the past and have, on occasion, included a fourth party in their dorm room activities. This quickly stopped when some parties felt this meant they were included in their dynamic.

Emmeline was one of them, and it appeared she wasn’t taking the news of them seemingly working to include an official fourth to their relationship very well. 

This is one of the reasons you hadn’t brought up exactly what you meant to them; you were not interested in simply being the boys’ next bedmate, and a part of you was afraid that bringing things up would expose the fact that this was indeed their hope.

The other part of you knew that the boys weren’t the kind to string someone along, and that they’d have to be playing an awfully long game if that was truly their angle. But the possibility squeezed at your heart nonetheless.

Emmeline had taken to making snooty comments to you when the boys weren’t around. Lily, Marlene, Peter, and Dorcas seemed particularly bothered by it, but you did your best to ignore her.

But there was a part of you that wanted to scream at her a little bit…you weren’t even technically in a relationship with them! You’d never slept with them, you’d never even properly kissed any of them, and you certainly hadn’t made any moves to make whatever this was ‘official’. 

Another part of you didn’t even want to entertain the situation. You had far more important things to concern yourself with: You were studying for your NEWTS, considering whether you wanted to head right into the workforce or explore further education, and where the hell you were going to live after graduation. 

Unfortunately, Emmeline wasn’t the only one to pick up on your new-found closeness with the Marauders.

“Well, well, well…look what the lions dragged in.” Mulciber sneered from behind you as you made your way up the path from Hogsmeade. You rolled your eyes and kept your head forward; you’d been given permission from the headmaster to run to the village to purchase more potions ingredients, but apparently, so had the Slytherins.

“What? Good enough for those Gryffindor’s but not us? Where’re you running too?” Avery continued with a malicious grin when you picked up your pace. 

Thankfully, you could see the Hogwarts grounds were up ahead, and Lily was there at the gates waiting for you.

“Sod off.” You threw over your shoulder, feeling slightly bolder in the presence of your friend. 

You smiled warmly at the redhead as she threw her arm over your shoulder, sparing the Slytherin gits behind you a withering glare as you carried on towards the castle.

“What’s their problem now, hm?” She asked you, still glaring at the boys.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, who knows. Not happy with anyone associated with the Marauders.” 

Lily snorted inelegantly. “I don’t even think they’ve bothered pranking the Slytherin’s lately.”

“Nope.” You agreed with a pop of the P. “Everyone’s got bigger problems right now.”

Lily laughed but it turned into a groan. “Yeah, speaking of: incoming.”

You followed her gaze to see Emmeline making her way towards the two of you.

“Hello Lily!” She said cheerily before her face turned stony as the considered you, “Y/N.”

You tried to refrain (somewhat unsuccessfully) from rolling your eyes as you said hello to the girl.

“Have you seen the boys around?” She asked feigning innocence, but you both knew exactly who she was on about.

Lily played dumb, though you knew that she knew very well who Emmeline was looking for. “Which boys, Vance? That covers just about half of the population at Hogwarts.” She asked coolly. 

“Remmy, Siri, and Jamie. Obviously. I’m going to ask them to Hogsmeade this weekend.” She shared with a sense of finality. You did roll your eyes at this, and Lily scoffed.

“Well, my first place to look for them would be with Y/N, and seeing as they’re not here, I couldn’t tell you.” Lily spat.

Emmeline narrowed her eyes and looked between the two of you before she levelled a glare at you.

“This isn’t over. I’ll win them back.” She said plainly, and something about her tone caused you to snap.

The Slytherin’s, Emmeline, the stress of not knowing – it was all too much, and you were done.

“You know what, Emmeline?” You said in a calm tone as you looked to the sky. “You can have them.”

Lily whipped her head to look at you bewilderedly at the same time Emmeline cocked her head at you.

“I beg your pardon?” She asked as you returned your eyes to her.

“If you think you can ‘win’ them, you can have them. I don’t want something that can so easily be taken from me, anyway. But you’re competing in a game that I’m not even playing, so either take them or leave me alone because I’ve got bigger fucking problems than your stupid school-girl crush.” You were out of breath by the time you finished; your face was hot, and you were sure it was likely the colour of Lily’s hair, but you willed yourself not to cry as you stormed toward the castle.

Damn being an angry crier.

You were just so tired – this wasn’t a game to you; these were your friends, perhaps more (you certainly hoped more), and it was also your feelings. But what you said was true – nothing that can be taken from you is worth keeping, not even them. 

Lily quickly caught up to you but knew better than to say anything now, giving you the chance to breathe and calm down. You both made your way to Gryffindor tower where you threw yourself haphazardly into one of the plush couches near the fireplace. 

“Fuck.” You groaned as you rubbed your hand down your face.

“You okay, hun?” Lily asked as she pet your head commiseratively. 

You groaned again as you let your hand fall from your head and hang dramatically off the side of the couch. “Yeah, just tired. Of everything.”

Lily hummed in sympathy. “Why don’t you relax up here? I can bring you something from the Great Hall for supper.”

You looked at your friend like she hung the moon. “You’d do that for me?”

She chuckled and pinched your cheek, “‘Course. Anything for you, gorgeous.” She winked, trying on her best Sirius Black voice to mimic what the boy has said to you many-a-times before. 

They really did treasure you, didn’t they?

You sort of regretted your outburst now – you knew the boys weren’t a prize in some juvenile contest; that’s what you’d been trying to point out – but you worried that’s not the way it sounded. What would they do once they heard? And you knew they would – hear about it, that is. Would their feelings be hurt? Would they understand? Would they feel embarrassed to be spoken about in such a manner?

You didn’t have much time to think about it after Lily left, because before you knew it, said boys were crawling through the portrait hole. 

“Angel!” James shouted at you as he found your form curled up against the arm of the couch. He made for you instantly, vaulting himself over the back of the couch sat opposite of you like some kind of living room gymnast and launching himself onto your couch, nearly right on top of you. 

“Hi Jamie.” You said shyly as his arms wrapped around your middle and he dug his face into the crook of your neck.

“Missed you.” He said, though the sound was muffled from the new home he seemed to have made in your being.

“Lily said we’d find ya here.” Sirius said as he sat on the coffee table in front of you. You grimaced in response.

“How was your trip to Hogsmeade?” Remus redirected at your obvious discomfort, taking a place beside Sirius.

“Oh, it was alright. I found what I needed.” You answered quietly, playing with the nailbeds of your fingers. Sirius quickly gave you one of his hands to play with instead. 

“We heard you gave Vance a verbal lashing.” He said as you fiddled with one of the many rings adorning his long fingers. You groaned and let your head fall back onto the couch. 

“Sirius.” Remus quietly (though lovingly) chided. “Do you wanna talk about it, dove?” 

And there he goes with the nicknames, and James’ cuddling and Sirius’ piercing gaze and what the hell were you even doing here? 

“No.” You answered. “I don’t know.” You amended quickly. 

“I hope she didn’t upset you too terribly.” James offered quietly as he moved his chin to rest on your shoulder so he could look at you. You were suddenly self-conscious of how the side of your head looked.

“No. I may have been a little out of line.” You acquiesced. Sirius scoffed dramatically.

“Please, you’ve never been unreasonable a day in your life. You should try it once in a while.”

You chuckled at the dark-haired boy. “If anyone can drive me to it, it’ll be you boys.” You tried to joke, but it came out somberly. 

“I’m sorry if being with us makes things a little tricky for you, with other students.” Remus apologized. 

You snorted. “I’m not sure why being friends with you guys should be such an issue for other people.”

“Friends?” James asked as he sat up a little straighter. You cocked your eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Well, I don’t know…We’ve never really discussed anything, I didn’t want to assume…” You trailed off as you started picking at your nailbeds again. This time, Sirius moved to his knees in front of you and took both of your hands in each of his.

“Assume. Assume it all; all of it, everything. We’re yours.” He said emphatically, punctuating each sentiment with a squeeze of your joined hands.

“If you’ll have us…” Remus corrected, and you felt something swell behind your eyes at the faint blush that appeared on his cheeks. 

James seemed just as moved by Remus’ bashfulness as he leaned forward to caress the boy’s cheek. “We know we’d love to have you.” James finished for him.

You sniffled and offered them a tight smile. “I’d like that.”

Sirius deflated instantly and let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank gods. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”

“Die, probably.” James said seriously, surprising a laugh out of you.

“We never wanted you to feel insecure in your place with us, dovey. We’re sorry we didn’t make it clearer how much you mean to us.” Remus continued.

“It’s not that. You make me feel very…” but you trailed off timidly.

“Very…” Sirius continued with a devilish grin. You tried to hide behind your hands but he held-fast. “Don’t get shy on us now, gorgeous. How do we make you feel?”

“Cherished.” You whispered, and you watched as the mirth left his face, leaving behind only fondness.

“Oh, thank merlin.” James breathed. “I thought I’d have to up my flirting; and I don’t know if you guys know this, but I already live at 100% love always.”

“We know.” You, Sirius, and Remus answered in unison. 

“Okay, Jamie. Scoot.” Sirius said as he stood. He hardly waited for James to make room before he’d picked you up and flipped you two, so he was now sitting in your spot, and you were in his lap. “My turn.” He muttered as he put his face in the crook of your neck like James had before. James didn’t seem to mind the intrusion much; his arm thrown across Sirius’ shoulders and fingers rubbing at the baby hairs on your neck.

“Y/N?” Remus asked, and your toes curled in anxiety at how serious he looked.

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you?” He asked, keeping his honey gaze locked on yours.

You felt a grin overtake your face as you nodded emphatically. His smile matched yours as he leaned forward resting his hand on your knee and pressed his lips gently to yours. You felt so incredibly complete – Sirius’ arms wrapped securely around you, James gently massaging your neck and shoulders, and Remus’ lips on yours.

Both you and Remus seemed reluctant to separate, but you did. He pressed one last kiss to your lips before he leaned back into his seat on the coffee table.

“Does this mean we get to do that all of the time now?!” James asked excitedly, causing the three of you to chuckle. You didn’t much mind the sound of that.

“There was no competition.” Sirius said quietly from his place in your neck. You turned your head which forced him from your neck as you looked at him inquisitively.

“There was never any competition. Between you and Emmeline.” He clarified, silver irises seeming to bore into your soul. “Between you and anyone.” 

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and ducked your head.

“And even if there was,” James continued, “you’d have won by a landslide.” 

Read the companion piece: The Loser Has To Fall

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[resident-gay-bitch]

24! for the song headcanon thingy :)

Ooh hi!

You got: Somebody To Love by Queen!

I’m gonna go with some classic wolfstar because Queen is just so Sirius and like… come on!

Okay, I said a headcannon but this is more of a fic. Idk. The power of wolfstar just over took me and now you have all of this \/\/

(Also sorry for the late response I’ve just gotten very distracted)

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I’m imagining it’s like seventh year, and Gryffindor just won the quidditch cup finals, and they’re partying as Gryffindors do. James and Sirius are both drunk to the point where they’re going to start regretting their decisions tomorrow, but they’re having too much fun to care right now.

They’re up on the couches, James still in his quidditch gear with “Gryffindor” written terribly across his forehead and “I <3 Evans” written over his cheeks and nose and he looks like an idiot. Sirius has his school tie tied on his head like a bandanna, a cigarette on his ear, a fresh stud he just let James pierce his ear with and will probably be infected by tomorrow, and a large bottle of Firewhisky in his hand.

They’re singing. They each have an arm around the other, high pitched and dramatic as they sing along to Queen. James almost takes a tumble off the couch but Sirius catches him, and then also almost falls off. If not for Marlene and Lily on the floor beneath them, helping them stand back up.

James then dedicates the rest of the song to Lily, staring droopily at her face, all love struck and adorable, he reaches out for her hair but she swats him away, instead planting a quick kiss on his cheek. And James screams in celebration, he and Sirius do topple off the couch then, out of pure excitement for the prospects of James’ love life.

Once back on their feet, Lily whisks James up and brings him over to the window with water and a smile, and James follows like a lost puppy.

Sirius does not relent, he jumps back up on the couch and keeps singing, kicking pillows around and using his bottle as a microphone.

He wants to sing about love to someone.

He points to Marlene, and she grimaces at him. He points to Mary, and she flips him off. He points to Peter, and he fake gags. He points to Remus, and Remus quirks an eyebrow in chalenge, glaring up at Sirius from his recliner.

Sirius stops, looking at Remus confused and a little flustered. He looks so manly and domineering and- Sirius blushs when Remus smirks at him.

“Go on.” Remus offers, “You were about to serenade me.”

Sirius feels his insides twist around, butterflies breaking out of his stomach and flying through his entire body.

The girls nudge Remus’ knees and laugh teasingly at him, and Remus blushes in that sweet way he does and tries to shoo them away, flipping them off before focusing his attention back on Sirius.

Sirius clears his throat and carries on, asking if anybody can find him somebody to love. And with the way Remus is looking at him, he begins to wonder if he’s already found it.

With a dramatic flair (as per usual) Sirius finishes the song by flopping onto his back on the couch. A few people around him, friends and whoever, give him a weak applause filled with laughter.

Sirius looks over to Remus’ armchair, and finds that Remus is gone.

He sits up and looks over the back of the couch and sees Remus walking towards the stairs. He flings himself over, toppling down and falling flat on his arse, spilling some of his drink, before he scrambles to his feet and rushes up to him.

“Moony, Moony, wait!” He calls, “Where are you going?”

“Just here.” Remus smiles, sitting on the steps a few up. They can still see and hear the party perfectly fine, but they’re a little more in the dark, a little more hidden away.

“Why?” Sirius slurs, and wonders if Remus is just as drunk as he is. He assumes so, because Remus is very confident right now, by the looks. He’s only confident when sloshed.

“Cause I wanned to talk to you.” Remus says, grabbing Sirius by the hand and yanking him down.

“Oh.” Sirius breathes, staring obviously at Remus. He’s sure he looks stupid, all wide eyed and bewildered, but he is too drunk to care. Another thing he can worry about regretting tomorrow.

“Was that a confession?” Remus asks, drawing his finger over the ridges of Sirius’ knuckles, over each of his slender fingers, back down to the knot on his wrist and back over again.

Sirius stares at their hands for a moment, not exactly processing anything Remus said, other than the silky sound of his voice. It’s so deep and smooth and Welsh, Sirius really likes that, he thinks it’s sexy. Sirius didn’t know he had a thing for Welsh accents before he met Remus.

Sirius didn’t know a lot of things about himself before he met Remus.

The tips of Remus’ fingers are rough, and the feeling of them lightly brushing over his hand sends a shiver up his spine. His hairs are all standing on end and he has goosebumps all over, he’s sure Remus has noticed, but that’s another thing he can’t find himself to care about.

He shakes his head and looks back up to Remus, furrowing his brow, “Huh? Whadid you say?”

Remus chuckles and grins, stilling his fingers movements for a moment so Sirius can concentrate, “I asked if that was a confession.”

“What was a confession?” Sirius asked.

“You singing just now.” Remus nods towards the stage / couch in the common room, “We’re you telling me you fancy me by singing that? Were you asking me to love you?”

“Yes.” Sirius says instantly, no hesitation whatsoever, he’s swaying closer to Remus as he says it. And then not even a second later he realised what he just did and snapped back, “No! No, not at all. No… s’not, I know it.”

“Oh, you know it, huh?”

Sirius nods, “Promise.”

“Do you pinky promise?” Remus asks, holding up his pinky, and Sirius nods, reaching to wrap his own around it. Remus shakes his head and pulls his hand away, “Are you sure you’re telling the truth, Sirius? You know that if you make this pinky promise and lie about it, I have to break your finger.”

“You can break my finger.” Sirius slurs, “You can break all of my fingers, do you want to break my fingers?” He shoves his hand into Remus’ chest, “I’ll let you do anything you want.”

Remus grins, “And why’s that?”

“Whys what?” Sirius mumbles.

“Why would you let me do anything I want?” Remus asks, leaning closer.

Sirius looks at Remus’ lips, and keeps his eyes there as he speaks, almost in a trance, “Cause I like you.” Sirius whispers, and then goes red, “No I don’t. I mean- I mean as a friend.”

Remus chuckles, “Are you sure, Sirius? Because it seems an awful lot like you wanna kiss me.”

Sirius’ eyes dart back up to Remus’, “What?”

Remus smiles and grabs Sirius’ hand, “It’s okay, Sirius, I’d like to kiss you too.”

“Oh.” Sirius mumbles, “Really?”

“Really.” Remus grins and leans in to kiss the tip of Sirius’ nose, just to prove a point.

Sirius giggles. He goes bright red and giggles.

“Oh, I’m so drunk right now, Moony. Why are you saying this when I’m so drunk!” Sirius sways in subconsciously, “I want to remember kissing you.”

Remus chuckles and bumps their noses together, “Then kiss me tomorrow, you git.”

“But I really wanna kiss you now.” Sirius mumbled.

“Kiss my cheek then.” Remus turned his head, “Go on, you can get the real deal tomorrow.”

Sirius grinned and planted a very soft kiss on Remus’ cheek, right on top of his jankiest scar, the one Sirius knows he hates the most. He felt the warmth flood in Remus’ cheeks, and when he pulled away, he watched the sparkle in his pretty eyes dance.

“Oh, James is gonna go so crazy- I can’t believe it. He gets Lily and I get you.” Sirius smiles and plonks his head heavily on Remus’ shoulder, “Remus?”

“Yeah?” Remus laughs.

“Carry me to bed? M’too tired.”

“I’ll help you, but I’m not carrying you. You’ve got twice my muscle mass.”

Sirius snickered and lifted his head, pressing his temple to Remus’ cheek instead, “I really like you, Moons… my Moons.”

“Yeah, yeah, Dogboy.” Remus grumbles, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Can we cuddle?” Sirius asked, pleading.

“So long as you don’t try to snog me in my sleep- or steal the blankets.”

Sirius grinned and wrapped his arms around Remus, “I don’t even need a blanket if I’ve got you… no promises about the snogging though.”

Remus laughed and hopped to his feet, helping Sirius up. He wrapped an arm around Sirius’ middle to help keep him stable as they took the stairs up.

“Moonbeam.” Sirius mumbled, about half way there.

“Yeah, Sirius?”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Bloody-“ Remus didn’t get a chance to finish swearing before Sirius was bent over and vomiting out the (thankfully) open window.

Sirius thinks he might definitely be in love, because they way Moony had held his hair back, got him all cleaned up with brushed teeth and fresh clothes and everything, before tucking them both into bed, made Sirius feel just as safe as he does at the Potters.

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT!!! <333

Here is the playlist if you wanna look lol. If you wanna send in an ask, pick a number from 1-50 and I’ll give you a marauders headcannon about the correlating song <3

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[marauderswolf22]

OLD WOLFSTAR IS BACK LOVIES!

a ficlet for @wolfstarmicrofic's prompt "spice". yes, you're right, the old good fashioned wolfstar fic for the first (and not last) time. words: 143, enjoy!!!

Is it spicy?

-"Honey, did you make it so unspicy again?"- Sirius glanced into the kitchen where Remus, finally putting down his book, was setting the table. By the way, he couldn't help but check if he would be poisoned.

-"I gave as much as I always do, you're getting spicier.-" A wide, proud smile rolled along those old-fashioned tracks on his face. Remus just rolled his eyes orbitally and kissed the top of his head childishly.

-"But you're still so short"- he chuckled as his husband's hand nudged him over the head.

They both sat down at a small oak table, their hands tangled as if in an unravelable knot. They started eating, surprisingly not burned by Sirius meal. None of them, though mainly Remus, couldn't get over how untalented he was at cooking.

-"It's really not seasoned."- Moony looked at him with apprehension mixed with amusement.

-"It's not important."

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[chasingthestarss]

Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

Words: 955

Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus ficlet #jegulus short fic #jegulus my beloved #jealous james potter #he has my heart #barty crouch junior #i love him so much #barty crouch junior is a little shit #we all know it #evan rosier helps #but he is not as much of a problem #we love that bcj is a problem #bartylus #but not really #sirius black #remus lupin #theyre there

[oxydiane]

The first time Harry unwraps a birthday present that doesn’t make him want to cry after uttering a tight lipped ‘thank you’ he is nine.

He is turning nine and not waking up in the cupboard under the stairs. He is turning nine and doesn’t have to watch over Dudley’s bacon on the stove and bite his lip as he watches Aunt Petunia scoop a much more abundant portion of eggs in his cousin’s plate. He is turning nine and the carefully wrapped box in front of him is much bigger than anything he had been allowed to keep in his cupboard.

Sirius Black sits in front of him, a nervous smile on his face.

It seemed to be a default for his godfather, Harry thinks. That’s the same nervous smile he had sported when he showed up at Privet Drive announcing he was taking Harry away.

Harry had hidden behind the door, then, quietly listening to Sirius explain his name had recently been cleared and he was Harry’s rightful guardian. He used a lot of big words, explaining carefully as if he had prepared a speech ahead, as if he had got ready for a fight.

He doesn’t need to fight anyone, the Dursleys are all-too-eager to give him away.

Harry packs all his belongings in record time, there hadn’t been much anyways, and he walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 hand in hand with his godfather.

He walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 for the last time and that had felt like a dream come true already.

‘So? Aren’t you going to open it?’ Sirius asks, pushing the gift towards Harry.

Harry nods. ‘Thank you.’

‘No need to thank me already, you haven’t even opened it,’

Harry blinks, confused. Aunt Petunia didn’t like it when he wouldn’t thank them for each thing he was given, from Dudley’s worn out socks to the broken clothes hanger he had unwrapped on his sixth birthday. But Sirius wasn’t Aunt Petunia.

He scratches the tape on the side of the box, careful not to ruin the wrapping,

A surprised sigh escapes his mouth when he sees what looks like a box of LEGOs. It was a big box too, and he knew LEGOs were expensive. But after a second look he realises that it had nothing to do with the bright red toys Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would buy Dudley, because the pictures on this box moved and bright gold letters spelled out ‘Build Your Own Quidditch Pitch!’

‘I didn’t really know what you’d like,’ Sirius speaks to fill in the silence, he scratches the back of his head with one hand looking rather bashful. ‘I know you probably don’t know much about Quidditch, but your dad loved it, so I thought—‘

‘My dad loved it?’ Harry bites his tongue when he realises he’s interrupted his godfather. He didn’t want him to be annoyed or mad at him but the mention of his dad, and to know what he loved—

‘Yeah, his room used to be full of these gimmicks,’ he says fondly and Harry breathes a sigh of relief, because Sirius wasn’t mad he had interrupted him.

He looks back down at the box, the golden letters and moving figures flying all over the cover. His dad used to love this? He was holding something that his dad used to love.

He doesn’t notice it, the way tears start welling up his eyes, at least not until Sirius stands up looking alarmed.

‘Shi— I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you don’t like this? It’s okay, we can go out and you can choose anything you want as a special birthday treat, okay? We can throw this away—‘

‘No!’ Harry is shocked by how loud his voice is. His arms wrap protectively around the big box on the table and he shakes his head violently. ‘I love it!’

Sirius seems to calm down at once, and Harry feels his hand gently rest against his head and twist his hair.

‘Alright, I’m happy you liked it, sprong,’

‘Loved it!’ Harry insists, eyes still wet.

‘I’m happy you loved it.’

Harry relishes in the soft touch, something he was still trying to get accustomed to.

He was nine years old, and he got a birthday present.

#soo writes #word vomit #harry potter #sirius black #harry james potter #james potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius raises harry #sirius raising harry #sirius gets his name cleared au #because #yh #im so emo for them #ficlet #drabble #marauders #quidditch #and fuck the dursleys

[jamespotterbbg]

mini (?) fic: it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one

(crazymateinnit on ao3) - lily evans pov, jegulus getting together.

word count: 605

Lily Evans cried when she saw James with Regulus. He looked so happy, James did, too happy. 

James’s skin shone in the rays of sunlight that cascaded down on him. His hazel brown eyes brimmed and overflowed with warmth, with joy. His messy black hair was fussed from how much he tangled his fingers through it in excitement. 

And the regal, aristocratic looking boy who walked beside James had a fond smile across his face and an affectionate gaze. Their hands were clasped together, fingers intertwined.

Lily had fallen for James much too late. If only she had figured herself out sooner, when he had loved her the way she loved him. It really was her own fault. She could not expect him to wait around forever, she knew. 

James was happy, that was a good thing, but hell, Lily lost it when she saw the two of them. She sobbed into her covers for hours. Mary sat by Lily’s side as everything came crashing down around her. Lily buried her head in her knees, crying into oblivion. 

After a while, her eyes dried and her cheeks were tear stained with red. Then, in the loss of her tears, she became angry. She cursed out the world. She cursed out James for moving on, Regulus for being there, and she cursed out herself.

Lily screamed at herself, pleading with fate to take her back, take her back, she would change everything. She cursed everything until she couldn’t yell anymore, until her voice had gone hoarse.

Lily fell to her knees on the floor and the tears returned in full force. She began to sob again. Mary was at her side in an instant, sitting down next to her. She reassured Lily that it was alright to cry. She was allowed to get upset, to get angry. Mary assured Lily that she had every right. 

Lily didn’t leave her room for dinner, and so Marlene and Alice brought up food from the Great Hall for all of them. Mary refused to leave her best friend’s side, so they brought up four plates. 

They ate, sitting on the floor of the dorm room, in a circle. They told stories and laughed and played games. Lily was grateful that her friends were there for her in such a fashion. 

As she coped, Lily came to better understand her emotions. Throughout the following week, she came to terms with all of these feelings, avoiding both boys all week. 

It soon became obvious to anyone who knew them that Lily was avoiding James. James appeared confused and concerned but everyone else just assumed she had rejected him again. 

As Lily pushed these unwanted emotions aside, she tried to be James’s friend. She stopped ignoring him. Sometimes she struggled to be his friend and just that, but as the days and weeks passed, things shifted back to normal. Well, not normal, because James would never be. But it became normal for them, a new normal. 

Lily slowly, at her own pace, got to know Regulus Black. She learned that he liked flowers, James brought him daisies he picked every morning. Lily found that Regulus could spend days hidden away in the library, just as she could. 

Lily watched how Regulus and James interacted with each other. While it hurt deep inside of her, made her heart ache with longing, Lily was genuinely happy for them. Truly. Lily thought they seemed perfect for each other, almost like soulmates. 

Lily thought to herself, just a touch bittersweet, that if it couldn’t be her with James, she was happy it was Regulus.

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[siriuslygay1981]

Word count: 1,818 | Jegulus

Regulus was a weak weak man, how he became so feeble minded, he'll never know.

His eyes unconsciously trail over to the mop of brown hair that rests against the arm of the sofa. It had to be uncomfortable, he was sure the gryffindors neck would hurt for the rest of the day. He resists the urge to be soft and go get a pillow or something ridiculous.

Regulus slowly put his book down, not bothering to save his page, he didn't see the point. He probably wouldn't be back to finish the book anyways, which was a shame he had just gotten to the part where she rejected his proposal.

"You are mistaken, Mr.darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which i might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner…” he had murmured the words softly as he read it, careful not to speak too loudly with the faintly snoring boy next to him.

James had long since fallen asleep, his once gasping breaths now slow and even. James had somewhat acted how he expected when discovering the wretched truth..but he had surprised him in still staying. With the dark mark he knew he wouldn't make it out of this war alive..no matter what side won because he would not stay by the mad man he once idolized and the light side, as many called them, would surely never accept him, nor he them if he was honest. It was too much to get into so late in the war, he had chosen his side and he had no choice but to stick with it. He couldn't just switch sides as if this was some silly kids game.

He knew how the tattered book ended, he had read it a total of three times already. He remembers the first time, the late nights spent under his covers behind the closed curtains of his bed. Night after night he spent reading the pages, enraptured by the words that glided right off the page and pulled him in.

He remembers all the feelings that came with it.

The nights spent reading it had him longing for something, at first he couldn't place it but he knew what it was the second time around, the realization making him almost physically ill. He wasn't alone the second time through.

James would softly read the words to him as he swept his fingers gently up and down his arm leaving goosebumps behind and an aching burning need deep in his bones.

James didn't know how much power he had over Regulus, it was absolutely terrifying.

Sometimes it felt like he was bursting at the seams with the affection he held for the older boy

One night, as James was reading a chapter aloud, his hand absentmindedly running along his chest, he started to get closer to a certain passage.

Regulus’ already thumping heart seemed to speed up and stutter, his ears tuning into the deep voice.

He wasn't sure if he could handle james saying these next words, he gulped and looked up to the gryffindor who turned the page softly and continued. He glanced down at Regulus with a small smile, his voice lifting slightly.

Regulus let his eyes trail over the exposed skin before him. He trailed his eyes across the bump in his nose, his long eyelashes, his full lips, slowly trailing down to his throat and back up to the brown eyes he knew so well. He inhaled the scent that surrounded him, some earthy scent that always seemed to cling to the boy, like damp earth, sleekeazy’s, his cedar scented body wash.

His hearing tuned in again as if it knew the words were coming up

“You have bewitched me body and soul,-” he could hear James’ breath hitch as he read the next words, his mouth opening and closing before he continued to the next line

“and I love” he sounded breathless and Regulus could not for the life of him take his eyes off of him, his whole body attuning to James. He could barely exist in the same room with the stupid lovely boy, his heart raced, his mind blanked…he was a fool. A fool who just like the rest of Hogwarts, fell for the mischievous grin and large ego.

“I love, I love you.” his voice was husky and Merlin and Morgana both, Regulus was gone. He felt like he would physically spontaneously explode. Like all this…this thing inside of him was going to burst and he felt so overwhelmed, so full, he felt as if he was bathing in sunlight, the heated rays warming his body and heart. Anything James wanted…Regulus would do.

“And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” James paused, his eyes not leaving the book.

It was silent, tension filling the air.

Regulus slowly reached up for the book and immediately let it fall out of his hands and onto the floor, his body twisting as he sat up and removed his head from James’ lap. James frowned at the loss of contact but he zeroed in on regulus as he sat on his knees next to him.

Regulus reached forward his finger brushing against James’ cheek, like James couldn't help it, he sighed in content a shiver wracking his body.

Regulus let a small smile grace his lips, he never got over how responsive James was.

He cupped his face and rubbed his thumb over the beauty mark near his eye without really thinking about it.

James’ mouth parted, his eyes opening and staring at Regulus as if he was the only thing that mattered. He's sure neither would have noticed if the world was ending around them.

James leant forward, one hand coming up to grasp Regulus’ wrist

“Reg-”

He cut his memory off abruptly, he couldn't do this now. He softly lifts James’ feet off his lap and stretches.

He makes quick work of his last ends to be tied up. His mind drifted away and back as he wrote. He had to force himself to focus, begging himself to just get this over with. Dwelling on it longer than he had to only brought pain.

To the Dark Lord he starts, his hands trembling terribly.

I know I will be dead long before you read this. He resolutely didn't look at the sleeping form of James, he didn't dare let himself think of anyone else either.

but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

Strong all consuming rage filled him. He had to do this. He was doing it…but he still hated the bastard. Regulus forces himself to calm down before he continues to write

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

Gulping he dips his quill in some more ink before signing off.

R.A.B.

Angrily…he hopes the dark Lord figures out it was him….beneath that he hopes he never finds out.

He lets the note dry before shoving it into the fake locket and standing up. The heavy metal sets against his chest as he inhales a shaky breath. It burns against his skin, his heart thumps wildly.

“You have bewitched me body and soul” he murmurs as he kneels in front of the sleeping boy's form. He brushes a strand of hair out of James’ face, his heart aching as James’ nose scrunches up

“And I love…I love..i love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” he murmurs the last bit almost sardonically

He stands up, ready to leave and meet his end-

A hand grabs his wrist as he turns causing him to gasp at the unexpected contact.

“Are you really trying to leave after confessing your love to me?” a incredulous raspy voice asks

Regulus purses his lips and begs the blush on his face isn't noticeable

“I don't know what you mean Potter” he almost cringes at how obvious he is.

He clears his throat and turns back to the now awake man

“Let go, i have places to be..” he tries to sound stern but it sounds weak to his ears

“No, i don't know what you plan on doing but I know you…and I know that you are about to do something stupid..i also know you will not be going alone.” James stands up slowly his hand never leaving Regulus’ wrist

“I'm not taking you with me, James.” he whispers

He keeps his face blank, his eyes hard, he tries to sound stern. His voice wavering betrays him though.

He's afraid.

James softens slightly but shakes his head and grabs both of Regulus’ hands

“I'm not giving you a choice. You're not going alone”

Regulus glares at James and tugs his hands free, suddenly very angry.

“I'm not giving you a choice James Potter, i'm going.” he gulps at James’ expression and barely stops himself from reaching out

“Kreacher will be with me, i won't be alone.” he adds because he's weak

“Not enough-” James says harshly “That's not enough. I'm coming with you.”

They stare into each other's eyes neither wanting to back down. Regulus scowls, his eyebrows pinching together. James stays still, determined not to lose. Regulus was surprised at James' determination, usually he would have given up by now. Giving into Regulus’ harsh gaze, not wanting to push Regulus away or make him upset.

Regulus goes over a dozen stunning spells in his mind as James stares at him both pleadingly and sternly He crumbles for a moment, his face scrunching up in despair.

“Please.” he whispers hoarsely

Regulus is a terribly weak man. His walls crumble to the floor, his heart clenching painfully. Against everything he knows he should do…he wants to agree. He likes to think it took him longer than a split second before answering.

“Ok”

the word is out of his mouth before he can fully decide but by then it's too late. He's sure it would've ended this way no matter what he did, James potter made him a weak man and it shows. Mostly when that blinding smiles hits regulus and his knees almost give out

He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes glued to the brightly smiling man in front of him.

“But if you don't do as I say…I'll stun you and tie you up before leaving you in the forbidden forest-” he spits out viciously

James just brushes one of his curls out of his face tucking it behind his ear, a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright..” he murmurs

His hand stays there unreasonably long, neither notice.

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[lovelydemonswrites]

@jegulus-microfic / 28 / debt / 107 words

“Let me pay my debt,” Regulus said.

“No, I already told you it was nothing,” James said.

“I’m not going away until you let me,” Regulus said.

James thought about it and an idea popped into his mind. “Fine, go on a date with me.’

“What?”

“To repay your debt,” James clarified, “go on a date with me.”

“But that doesn’t…” Regulus was blushing.

“You said you wanted to repay me, that’s what you can do,” James said.

“Fine,” Regulus said.

“I’ll pick you up at eight,” James said walking away.

Regulus stood there. What had just happened? Was he going on a date with James Potter?

#jegulus #marauders #jegulus microfic #ficlet #jegulus fic

[marauders-rarepair-fics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54883591

^7^

Here’s a fluffy one for moonchaser lovers :)

#moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #James x Remus #fluff #domestic fluff #tooth rotting fluff #ao3 #marauders rarepair #marauders era #marauders #rarepair #short fic #ficlet

[stars-a-n-d-scars]

Betrayal

“Sirius, wait-” Remus begged, reaching for his husband’s arm to stop him from leaving.

“No!” Sirius spun around, tears in his eyes. “How could you Remus? How could you? I thought you loved me!”

“I do love you, it was a mistake, it didn’t mean anythin-”

“Well clearly it meant more than a fifteen year relationship of you were willing to throw everything we had away for it! I can fucking smell him on you, Remus”

“You don’t get it! I didn’t mean to, but he was so cute, and it just happened, and I thought of you the whole time. Please don’t blow this out of proportion” Remus begged, trying to make him see just how much he regretted it.

Sirius just scoffed.

“I want a divorce”

“Sirius. We’re not getting divorced just because I patted another dog!”

#wolfstar #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era #ficlet #wolfstar oneshot

[ellecdc]

HI HI i recently read “the winner takes it all” and i was wondering if you’re planning to create a part 2? if you don’t, can i request it with the plot of emmeline trying to win n the boys over, as well as to embarrass the reader, but the boys decided it was the perfect time to hard launch the reader?

BUT IF YOU ALREADY HAVVE A. PLOT IN MIND PLS DONT LISTEN TO ME I LOVE UR FICS!! 💕💕🫶🏻

You know, I actually didn't plan on making a companion piece to this but this was such a fun idea I couldn't help myself - thanks for requesting!!! 💖

*chanting* hard launch, hard launch, hard launch 👏 👏 👏

Poly!Marauders x reader (gender not specified)

The Loser Has to Fall

Companion piece to The Winner Takes It All

It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off your shoulders now that you knew exactly where you stood with the boys. You didn’t realize how deeply it had been distressing you to not know what you meant to them.

Apparently, you meant the world to them.

You spent the rest of that evening in the Gryffindor common room; James and Remus ran down to the kitchens to bring a picnic for you four and Sirius told you to enjoy the princess treatment when you insisted on going with them. You’re pretty sure that was just a ruse to keep you seated in his lap.

You were floating on cloud 9 the entire week afterwards with one of the boys by your side at any given moment. While that wasn’t necessarily new, knowing why they were there made a world of difference. 

You spent hours in the library with Remus sharing shy glances, gentle touches, and sitting far closer to one another than was strictly necessary. 

James and Sirius would show up with food or drinks for you two, but Sirius would eventually convince James to “leave the boring swots to their books, Prongsie” by promising him a race around the quidditch field on their brooms.

James made a solid (and embarrassing) effort to sit beside you everywhere. Great Hall – he sat beside you. Gryffindor common room – he sat beside you. Classes you had together – he sat beside you. Classes you didn’t have together – he tried to sit beside you before Flitwick took five points from Gryffindor and kicked him out.  

And Sirius appeared to simply enjoy your presence. One rarely ever saw Sirius Black without him speaking, smirking, or the likes; but it appeared he enjoyed your company for the solace that it was. Most of your time spent together was in companionable silence, or him asking you to tell him all about your day, your week, your life. James said he was sure this was the longest he'd ever gone without having to listen to Sirius’ voice – Sirius swatted his ass for that.  

But the way the rest of the school saw it: nothing had changed.

Which is why when you watched Emmeline approach the Gryffindor table with a look of determination painting her features, you had to hide your laugh behind your hand.

“Hello, handsome boys.” She said cheerily as she sat beside Sirius. He looked to James sat across from him before his eyes shot to you.

“Hello, Emmeline.” James said politely. 

“Where have you boys been? I feel like I never get to see you anymore.” She carried on, either unaware or undeterred by the boys’ lack of interest.

“Mm, here and there.” James said suspiciously, moving his body so he was sat straddling the bench and facing you, effectively pointing his back to Emmeline.

“Mostly with Y/N.” Sirius added pointedly.

Emmeline grimaced at the mention of your name, but quickly saved face.

“That’s nice. Well, I was wondering if you guys were going to Hogsmeade this weekend?” She asked, voice sickly sweet. 

James seemed to remember something at the mention of Hogsmeade. “Actually, yeah. Moons, you need more chocolate, right?”

Remus blushed a little but nodded in the affirmative. “We’re running low since someone stress ate most of the reserve.” He said pointedly, shooting Sirius a glare.

Apparently, Sirius had been so nervous about asking you to be official (Sirius Black: nervous? Who knew?) that he’d ransacked Rem’s stash.

Sirius – not one to be shame-faced – shrugged with all the nonchalance he could muster. “Don’t worry your pretty little mind, my moonshine – I’ll replenish your reserves and then some.” He declared.

“Great!” Emmeline said with a clap of her hands, clearly unable to manage the conversation as it steered further and further away from her. “I was thinking the four of us could go together!”

She had placed one of her hands on Sirius’ bicep and you felt your face turn red from repressing your laughter. Lily would be losing her mind right now.

Sirius looked at the hand with a look of half confused concern and half disgust before he used the forefinger and thumb of his opposite hand to peel it off of him and place it gingerly onto the table.

“Well, I know that the four of us were going to go.” James clarified as he motioned between himself, Sirius, Remus, and you. “I’m sure Lily, Pete and the others will be going as well, so you’re welcome to ask to tag along with them.” 

Undeterred, Emmeline carried on. “Come on, boys. We used to have a lot of fun together! I thought we could pick up where we left off.” She sing-songed as she sent you a devious wink.

Sirius – with his flair for dramatics – slammed both hands onto the table and stood from his place before hopping onto the table, boots knocking over glasses and plates and reached down for you. 

“What?” You whispered in a little bit of horror.

“Up you go, my love.” He said loudly as he hauled you up to join him on the Gryffindor table. 

“Mr. Black.” You heard one of the professors call from the head table. You never fully understood the phrase die of embarrassment before, but you sure as hell did now. Your gravestone would read: Y/N L/N, gone too soon, killed by dramatic public display of affection.

Sirius, completely oblivious to your horror or thriving off of it (you were sure it was the latter), wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist - dipping you so low you were sure your hair was getting into someone’s pancakes - and kissed you in front of the entire Great Hall. 

You could hear cheering and wolf whistles as he kept you suspended for a few moments before he pulled you back up to your full height.

“I am so bloody mad about you.” He shouted out for everyone to hear. More students cheered and whistled as Professor McGonagall shouted “Mr. Black, get down this instant! 15 points from Gryffindor and detention with me tonight.” 

“Worth it.” Sirius said with a smirk as he shot a glance to Emmeline.

“In case that wasn’t clear enough, we’re very taken.” He added with finality as Remus helped you down from your place on the table and Sirius took your previously vacated seat beside James, and Emmeline stalked off.

You shoved your face into Remus’ side as he offered you refuge under his arm.

“Oh, my poor dovey. Did he embarrass you?” He cooed as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You moaned in a way you hoped portrayed a resounding ‘yes’. 

“I’m sorry. They’re the worst sometimes.” He commiserated with you. 

Feeling slightly less flustered, you pulled your head away from his ribs, though you stayed glued safely to his side. 

“You weren’t innocent in all of that, doll face.” Sirius accused you from across the table.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked feigning innocence.

“You knew exactly what she was doing when she came over here. You didn’t feel the need to mark your territory?”

You scoffed. “First of all, I’m not a dog; I don’t ‘mark’ territory. Second, you’re not my territory, you’re my boyfriends. And thirdly… well, you seemed to have handled her fine on your own.” You said as you pointed your nose up in the air.

“Ah, I get it. You just wanted to watch your sexy man turn down a girl by stating how madly in love he is, hm?” He smirked at you.

You suddenly wished you’d stayed in Remus’ rib cage. 

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[resident-gay-bitch]

From one of my upcoming ficlets :))

Edit: read Defiance & Desire now :))

#sirius is so smart but so insanely dumb about Remus #wolfstar #platonic prongsfoot #sirius black #remus lupin #James potter #jay talks #marauders #ficlet #fluff

[risetherivermoon]

"Sirius?" Regulus asks, hesitantly. Sirius pauses what he's doing, looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow and his friends sitting near him look around in confusion.

"Regulus." Sirius says, it's firm and he almost flinches at the fact Sirius calls him Regulus, not Reg, or Reggie.

"Can I ask you something? Alone." He looks between the other Marauders. Lupin and Potter are looking at Sirius with worried expressions, and Pettigrew looks between the two brothers, confused entirely. Regulus can feel the rejection coming, and he braces for impact.

"Uh, sure. Cool." Sirius says, seeming weirdly surprised. Regulus walks out of the classroom and hovers near the door, waiting for his brother. Sirius turns the corner and pauses in front of him.

Sirius looks at Regulus, glances him over. His expression softens suddenly and Sirius places a hand on Regulus' shoulder. Regulus flinches and Sirius steps back.

"I- Don't..." Regulus sighs. "Sirius, I want to ask you, why didn't you take me with you?" Sirius gapes a little.

"I wanted to, you said no." He answers softly.

"Then why didn't you drag me with you anyway?" Regulus asks, hating the way his voice sounds forced. He grits his teeth together and looks away, not being able to meet Sirius' eye.

"I- Reg, what is this really about?" Sirius asks, soft. Why is talking so kindly to him? Reg puts a hand over his mouth. Luckily for him, the corridors are basically empty at this time.

Regulus pulls his sleeve up, and a flicker of different emotions goes across Sirius' face.

"I didn't want to. You have to believe me." Regulus whispers. Sirius' fingers go across the dark mark on Regulus' arm. It's gentle, not in the way their mother touches him, it's soft, and sweet, and oh so gentle.

"I- I believe you." Sirius says. "Merlin- Reggie-"

"Can I ask you for something? Something that you're allowed to refuse?" Regulus asks, whispering still, not trusting his voice to come out coherent and to not break. Sirius nods, the look of devastation still in his eyes.

"Can I go with you now? Is it too late leave?"

"It's not too late, Reg. It isn't, I swear." Sirius' hand wraps around Regulus' arm, resting there, doing nothing more but being placed there.

"Then...you'll take me? You'll take me with you?" Regulus asks, tears going down his face now. Sirius wipes his little brother's cheek and hugs him close to himself.

"Of course I will, you're my brother before anything Regulus." Sirius says, and Regulus cries.

#sirius black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #harry potter #hp #ficlet #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar

[chasingthestarss]

If I was a good writer I would put this idea in a fanfic:

The beach house was one of James’ favorite locations. The waves that beat into the cliff side. The cool breeze that swept through his hair. It was all so perfect.

He was glad to have Sirius and Regulus there with him. He was at his favorite spot with his favorite people. He was happy.

The two brothers sat together on the sand. Regulus was running his fingers through the sand while Sirius talked about their future plans for the vacation.

James smiled and walked over, sitting next to Regulus. This was the closest to pure happiness James had ever really been, or he thinks so. He has had that thought before though. He will probably have it again. But for now this moment was it.

“Did you know that there are apparently as many stars in the sky as there are grains of sand,” James told Regulus, watching the younger boy scoop the sand up in his hand.

Regulus always seemed to find beauty in the smallest things. James had noticed that Regulus adored nature in a way that most didn’t. Maybe it was the peaceful escape it provided. Maybe it was the beauty. Maybe it was a mystery that James would never solve.

“Yeah, but sand isn’t as special. You can’t hold the stars in your hands,” Regulus shoved a handful of sand towards James.

James stood and wrapped his arms around the two boys with a wide grin.

“Maybe you can’t, but I can,” he said and squeezed them both tightly.

#dead gay wizards #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #soft James potter #james potter loves regulus black #James potter loves Sirius Black #James potter and Sirius Black are best friends #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus ficlet

[oxydiane]

Dare

‘I’m getting really sick of this.’

Sirius doesn’t think James has ever looked this annoyed. He was accustomed to his expression reserved for Slytherins or Filch’s particularly nasty detentions, but the way his face twists at the moment makes Sirius second guess any previous knowledge he had of James Potter.

‘What are you talking about, mate?’ He asks, raising an eyebrow.

‘You know exactly what I’m talking about! This’ he vaguely points to Sirius, who is laying on Remus’ bed, nose smushed against Remus’ pillow. ‘Is getting out of hand.’

‘Ah, cut me some slack.’ Sirius whines, sitting up and hugging the pillow to his stomach.

‘I’m done cutting you shit, I physically cannot take this anymore.’ James bites back ruffling his hair with both hands. Oh, that wasn’t his usual calculated mess, this was serious.

‘Watch that, you’re gonna mess up the hairstyle you spend forty-five minutes on this morning.’ Sirius tries humouring him.

‘I don’t care.’ Yup. It was serious.

‘Come on, Prongs, leave me alone. What do you even want me to do?’

James’ face is getting red. ‘What do I want you to do? You know exactly what I want you to do.’

‘And I have already told you, you might as well have gone completely mental.’

‘Why can’t you–’

‘Because I can’t just tell him! Are you insane?’

‘Yeah, yeah, insane, mental, completely hysterical, we have gone over this a million times and you still haven’t given me one single good reason why you won’t just tell him.’

‘Because I don’t fancy getting rejected.’ Sirius replies simply,

If possible, James’ face colours even more. ‘You’ll make me pop a bloody blood vessel! Why on Earth would you get rejected?’

‘Because Moony doesn’t fancy me… Not like I fancy him.’ Sirius looks away, knowing that if he locked eyes with James he would see right through his disinterested facade. His throat had dried up a bit with that last sentence.

Of course, James does not need to look at him to see right through him.

They both stay silent and Sirius can hear James take a couple of deep breaths and run both hands through his hair once more, exasperatedly.

‘Alright.’ He says finally.

‘Really?’ Sirius perks up. ‘You’re leaving this alone?’

‘Sure.’ James slips both hands into his pockets. ‘But I guess that if you are not going to ask Moony out, somebody else ought to.’

Sirius blinks. ‘Excuse me?’

‘That’s right. Since you are obviously too chicken, maybe I will ask him out and give him a fine evening. No, scratch that maybe, I am doing it.’

Sirius searches for any hint of sarcasm or amusement in his voice but doesn’t find any. James is deadly serious.

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Yeah? Watch me, Black.’

@wolfstarmicrofic

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[slytherinnbitch]

@a-fangirl-08 i just saw you liking the posts and had the urge to write this. Hope you like it! Also, this is a voldy actually died with Jily AU.

"Are you sure about this?" Draco asks nervously, not for the first time in the past couple of hours.

"Yes, love. It's just Pads and Mooney. They know I'm bringing home my partner tonight."

"Woah, wait! They don't know I'm coming?" Draco asks incredulously.

"I just said they did."

"Harry, love. Have you specifically told them it's me, Draco Malfoy, son to Narcissa Black-Malfoy?"

Harry just looks skyward, avoiding his eyes.

"Harry James Potter! I will kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you tell me that-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the door to Grimmauld Place opens. Behind it, Sirius Black, his cousin and Harry's Godfather stands, with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you going to come in? Or do we need to listen to this some more through the charms?" He asks.

"Oh.. we just- yeah let's get inside." Harry stutters out and takes his hand before entering the Noble House of Black.

Sirius doesn't say a word, until they are seaten in the living room, across Professor Lupin.

Before Draco gets to greet the them two formally, he looks at Harry to find him with his eyebrows scrunched up and he then says,

"What charms?"

"They are the opposite of privacy charms, so my lovely ancestors could hear what was going outside their door. It's never been removed, as I got to know a few minutes back." Sirius shrugs and looks from Harry to Draco.

"Oh, okay. Well, er... This is my partner, Draco Malfoy."

"We know." They say in unison and what?

"You know...? How?"

It's Professor Lupin who answers, "Because Harry, he is all you talk about. Have since fourth year. And now, Draco, tell us how were you thinking of resurrecting Harry after killing him? I have some ideas if you want."

"He is teasing, mate. Don't take him seriously," Sirius says before he can muster up any kind of reply, "I'm sure you have heard about us, not as much as we have about you of course."

"Yes, Mr. Black. Harry talks very highly of you both."

"Moons, help me. He is making me sound like some old pureblood man!" Sirius pleas dramatically, or he thinks so?

"Pads, you are an old pureblood man. And Draco, call us Padfoot and Moony if you're comfortable. Or Sirius and Remus would do as well. Let's ditch the formalities, please."

"I am old-" Sirius starts again and Draco smiles softly at them three when even Harry joins in on the banter. There was nothing of this sort at the Manor ever, to make it feel happy and safe.

So he just sits back and enjoys, sometimes commenting about Harry's this or that but otherwise just content to listen to his boyfriend and hopefully soon to be fiance be himself.

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