Marlene,
You will never find this letter, as it has been written after you died. You will never get the chance to read it, and I will never get the chance to wrap my hands around your body and kiss your lips the same way I once had.
I will never get to love you again, my darling. I will never get to kiss your temples, cheeks, or your body. I will never get the chance to lay down in bed with you after an Order mission and hold you tightly because we are still alive. You are not. And I will never get the chance to make you coffee in the morning the exact way you liked it, dark and bittersweet.
Death is bittersweet too, Marlene. Leaving a metal taste in your mouth and your heart aching, lonely and desperate for closure, but the sweetness of what you and them once had imprinted in your body, in your lips, on your veins, in your whole being. You'd never know, though. You never will, because you've been the first one to go.
You told me to fall in love with the world again, and, once again, I disappointed you. There is no way I can walk over what we had and start again. There is no way I can love someone again the same way I have loved you, once, a too long time ago. For me, it has always been you. And it always will.
You told me to not overwork myself. To take my time. That is impossible, Marlene. I must avenge you. I must. I know too much to give up, and too little to stop fighting. And, when I'm fighting for my love for you, even the mere thought of dropping what I must do disgusts me.
You told me not to look for you, but how could I not, when my heart aches to be next to yours again? It jolts at the thought of you and it breaks when it remembers that you're gone. I wanted to bury myself in you, to live inside you, because, without you, I am not the Dorcas you know. I am not myself, Marlene. I am not the one you've fallen in love with.
Padfoot, Spot, Fergie, and Patch are at Frank and Alice's. Neville is thrilled to have someone to play with; God knows how lonely he must feel, just him and his grandmother. His parents take more missions than usual; they've lost someone dear to their heart too, and the rush of adrenaline temporarily fills up the blank space. I know, I've felt it too.
I don't need anyone's help, by the way. I am perfectly capable of doing this on my own. And, if my end is coming, looming over me, then so be it. I am ready for it and I will embrace death as nothing less than a friend.
I miss you, my love. I will be home soon, and the sun will shine for us, and the sunshine will warm us up.
Yours, even in death,
Dorcas ♡
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To me, Barty is a music guy.
He knows a shit ton about music. All types.
He goes on rants about music all the time.
He takes the time trying to better understand the lyrics to songs.
He taught himself how to play guitar as a kid just cause he loved music so much (and because it pissed his dad off).
He works best when music is playing in the background. He doesn't care what song it is, or what genre, just as long as music is on, he's chill.
It will be 4 A:M, and Evan and Regulus will wake up to Barty, manic, rearranging his side of the dorm while listening to music with his headphones in, not even realizing how loud he's being over the music.
He probably also had a really good singing voice, and he knew it, and anytime a song came on he would just sing along and whoever his s/o / crush was would be staring, jaw dropped.
He knew the words to every song ever.
Even songs you wouldn't think he would know, put it on and he'd be singing along as of he wrote it himself.
It could be a song in a completely different language, and he'd have no idea what they'd be saying in it and he'd still jam out.
He's the guy at parties with a guitar, who takes requests.
He's also the guy at parties who's always the first on the dance floor. That boy loved to dance to any song, ever. (Also, kinda unrelated, but I headcanon Barty to be an ex dance kid. His mother definitely made him take dance classes as a kid, and, while Barty always complained about them and says how much he hated it, he secretly loved them! He's a dancer at heart.)
In conclusion. Barty loved music. And music loves Barty.
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Animagus r & Sirius cuddling in their animagus forms <3.
Love the series btw, ur amazing!!!
based on all of those sweet videos of cats disappearing when cuddled by their dog friends <33
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James stomps into the room sounding more like an elephant than a deer, and Sirius is surprised that, when he huffs after scanning the room for a split second, he doesn't trumpet as well.
"Well, shit," James concludes, tossing his books haphazardly onto his bed and ignoring the way the hardback covers clack together, "I was lookin' for y'girlfriend, Pads. Gotta pass on a message from Marlene for her."
Remus glances up from a sock that he's patching up, brows furrowed, "She's here, Prongs. She's- she was here."
Both men frown confusedly at the big black dog who regards them with nothing short of complete and total lazy indifference. It takes another prod from Remus, a, "Pads. Where did Y/N go?" to get him to blink, exhaling an irritated puff from his wet nose.
He lifts his head from where it had been nearly resting on his haunch, revealing your much smaller feline form curled up inside of the space he'd created with his massive furry figure. Somehow he'd managed to completely envelop you, and you blink at the light that invades your eyes now that you're no longer engulfed by the black dog.
James lets out a bark of laughter not unlike you'd hear from Sirius at the sight, but tamps it down to a poorly-concealed snort when you flex your claws at him. He clears his throat, a grin still lingering on his face, "Uh, right. Marlene told me to tell you she's stealing your eyeliner for tonight's party, but that she'll give it back tomorrow morning. And- and that she's gonna wear your flats, too. The black ones. Anyways, uh- try not to crush her, Pads."
Sirius takes it as your dismissal, curling back in on himself and sealing you into his heated embrace once more. James and Remus are left to wonder how you can breathe with Sirius surely smothering you, but within mere seconds they can hear a purr rev to life from beneath Sirius's furry chin.
Perhaps, James muses, there's more to life than breathing. But as someone who lives with Sirius, who has to fight through a pile of the man's dirty laundry to get to the shower every day, he hopes you'll survive the stench.
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@jegulus-microfic | april 5: slap | 1.1k words
James watches on as Regulus plays a card game, surrounded by the family that they have created.
James leans against the doorframe, sipping on a lukewarm cider as he watches Regulus, who’s sitting cross legged in the centre of their living room. He’s in one of James’ old sweaters, the sleeves rolled up to stop them from covering his hands.
James is so in love with him.
Regulus glows, sat surrounded by the people that they love. This is a home that they have created for each other, with each other.
In his hands are two cards, and he watches Remus and Pandora carefully. James knows that he has a +4 and a reverse left, and James is almost certain that he’s going to win.
Remus places down a yellow +2, smirking as Sirius hooks his head over his partner’s shoulder.
Pandora only giggles, placing down another +2, leaving Regulus to slap his +4 down, screaming ‘uno’ before anyone else can place their cards.
He is delighted, his legs uncrossing as he rocks back gently.
“You prick,” Sirius calls, having taken Remus’ side as his partner begrudgingly picks up his ten new cards, grumbling good-naturedly about it.
“Sorry your boyfriend’s a loser, Siri,” Regulus taunts back. He is looser than normal, a glass of wine in his hands that he’s been sipping from intermittently, but he’s not drunk. He’s just comfortable.
Sirius scowls at his brother as Remus plays a green 3, Pandora laying a green 7 and allowing Regulus to place his green Reverse down, declaring him the winner.
There are cheers released from Regulus and his corner, with Mary and Evan having decided early on that Regulus was going to win. James thinks he can see money changing hands between Peter and Marlene, but that’s between them.
Barty and Lily join him, the smell of smoke clinging to their clothes. They’ve come in from the fire escape, James thinks.
“Odd to see you hanging around at the edges of a party,” Barty comments, but James knows he doesn’t mean anything by it.
“Reg is enjoying himself. Didn’t want to interrupt.” James shrugs his shoulders, acting nonchalant.
“You’re good for him, you know?” That makes James pause. Barty’s been hesitant to show James anything other than casual apathy since the pair started dating. “He has people who love him, and that hasn’t changed, but I think you make him aware that it’s okay to accept that love. He’s been in Sirius’ shadow for as long as I’ve known him, and he’s always felt like he’s second choice, but you give him space to be himself. You’ve shown him that he doesn’t have to be Sirius to be loved.”
A distressed noise claws its way out of James’ throat, and Barty pats him on the back before stealing his cider and moving to reclaim a seat near Evan. Lily moves to take his place at James’ side.
“Barty’s right, James. But I also think he’s good for you, too. If he weren’t here you’d be forcing yourself into the centre of the room, even if you needed a break. He lets you switch off, and he doesn’t expect anything from you. I think we take you for granted, sometimes, but he doesn’t.” She turns her head to focus back on the group, and James follows her gaze.
Regulus is looking back at them, mouthing ‘you okay?’ to James. He nods his head in response, but Regulus stands up anyway, heading over to the pair.
“Hey, Lily, I think Pandora needs someone to commiserate with her after her frankly embarrassing Uno performance,” Regulus says, gently teasing his best friend’s failure.
The trio looks over to Pandora, where she’s reading the lines on Sirius’ palm, the two gossiping intently with their heads close together as Remus overlooks the pair, a fond smile on his face. “Oh, she looks positively devastated,” Lily jokes, but heads over to her girlfriend nonetheless. “Look after James, Reg,” she calls over her shoulder.
Regulus takes James’ hand, moving him out of the front room and back through the kitchen, leaving his wine on the side before crawling out the window to take a seat in the fire escape.
James has no choice but to follow him. Wherever Regulus goes, James will always follow.
“Congrats on winning Uno – a truly impressive performance,” James comments, a smirk falling over his face.
Regulus sniggers as he draws two cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. “I hope Mary made a killing. Peter should’ve known better than to bet on Remus – he’s useless at card games.”
Wordlessly, Regulus hands a cigarette over to James, cupping a hand around it as he lights it before turning his attention to his own.
The pair smoke in silence. They don’t need words. They never have.
“I love you, Jamie.” Regulus is stubbing his cigarette out as he says this, but it doesn’t dampen the significance of the moment.
Those words are always significant to James. Regulus is sparing with them; hesitant to express his emotions with words. It’s okay; he shows James that he loves him in a million other ways, but sometimes James needs to hear it.
This is one of those times, and Regulus knows. Regulus always knows.
James doesn’t say anything back; doesn’t have to.
He stubs his cigarette out, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. It’s soft, tender. Regulus tastes of smoke and red wine, and James loves him.
Regulus pulls back, resting his forehead against James’ before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, to his cheek, to his forehead. “Let’s go back inside.”
James registers the goose bumps that have appeared on his arm, and he nods.
The couple head back in to rejoin their friends. The living room has a warm glow to it, filled with life and laughter and so much love.
“Welcome back, you two,” Remus comments, dropping down from the sofa where he’d taken up residence to sit beside Sirius.
“I hope neither of you were doing anything untoward.” Sirius looks over at them, an eyebrow raising. Regulus only raises an eyebrow in return.
“Piss off, Siri, everyone knows that if anyone’s going to do anything untoward on a fire escape it’s you and Remus,” Regulus bites at his brother, but there’s no real anger in it.
Peter releases a bark of laughter as Sirius buries his face in Remus’ chest. Regulus has won this round.
James draws his boyfriend across the living room, to the sofa that Remus has just evacuated, and the pair curl up together. It’s instinctual, as easy as breathing. Regulus fits himself to James and James fits himself to Regulus. They are two parts of the same whole; two parts of the same soul.
James rests his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and looks out at his friends, at his family.
Regulus is in his arms and he is home.
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