#Sirius Black Pining

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Protego Pt 12 - Vault of Ice

Masterlist here

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Fourteen and a foot taller, summer had come and gone without more progress out of the name search. But with height and a new figure Jewel’s body had been cocooning itself into creation, a change Lily on her own also bore through hard growing pains to get to her own statuesque stance nearly half a foot taller than her younger sister. More change physically, only gradually they had inched closer to their prior dynamic while out of school to be a more pleasant duo to be around.

Changes to make the pair all the more alluring for the highly self esteemed first year Gilderoy Lockhart to try and befriend them. Brother to two Squib sisters he tried to make the most of this school he deemed boring by the lower level of skills of his classmates and lessons he found little interest in and desire to work hard in them. He wanted praise, something that he gained little of aside from a few tries to get himself in the house papers, and in that task found himself ridiculous but tolerable to Severus and avoided at all costs by Dolph. So even to failed tries to get the almost Slytherin Lockhart who was almost hat stalled into Ravenclaw just as she was Jewels tried to get him to focus on his studies.

Only enamoring the boy all the more to ways he could copy her Veela allure to bring more attention to himself. Starting with notes on new ideas for special shampoos to make his wavy golden locks all the more suited for a would be celebrity and Wizard of great renowned aimed to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever. Even if he paid little mind to urges to study the eleven year old was in his own mind thriving in the right circles in school to aim him to fame with fellow theatrically minded students encircling Jewels and the confident older boys who did tend to flock after Lily.

Sure enough less chances to get near to the object of his obsession gave way to more time for no good, and that same annoying Dolph alongside an annoyingly conceited redhead named Patricia Rakepick had set something loose in the school. Four vaults as old as the school were one of the rumored hidden dangers many barely stomached whispers about them. The topic Patricia had been hounding Dumbledore and Professor Binns about since her first day to put some effort into finding them. Not just dangers untold but treasures alike were hidden within the three vaults. Some alleged that the vaults housed priceless treasures such as gold, prophecies, and other powerful magical artifacts dating back to before the school was founded, while others believed they contained Dark Magic. The Vault of Ice, Forest Vault, and the Vault of Fear, the first of which Patricia claimed to have been opened.

A sickness of unknown proportion had been let to run wild. One that turns people gradually to ice. Symptoms made easy work for Severus to hunt down an old potion in a decaying book he had copied in his first year for safe keeping and future use that was potent even in the first dose against the sickness while others took the preventative potion to keep from getting sick.

Lily was sick, as were all of Gryffindor students and half of the Ravenclaw students, including Lockhart. Those in the dungeons seemed safest and farthest from air current travels due to the maze of halls their dorms were hidden by. And here Jewels was singing to a massive Ice Bird that was clearly behind the beams of creeping ice and air. Down into a puffy mess of feathers the softly cooing creature curled up humming to the tune Jewels was singing, falling asleep.

Dragon, terrifying, powerful. And friends with an Ice Bird? Out of a secret door like a long snake the furry scale and crystal coated body of the Dragon moved to lift the sleeping bird and bring them inside that secret room that sealed again signaling the end of Jewels’ song.

“Jewelia?” Flitwick broke the silence, having joined the other Professors who heard a student was seen by a ghost racing here from the staircases above. She had come here to sing, and now just stopped as a formerly unnoticed open door Nearly Headless Nick was unable to enter alongside Professor Binns had shut taking its mysteries with it. “What did you see?” he asked curious if her Morpher eyes had found some glowing symbol or hidden warning somewhere to come and sing here.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t see that giant ice spitting bird and that Dragon.” She replied, having to detail exactly what she saw, including sketch copies as best she could manage of their appearance, then said in a pleading tone, “Can, we not tell people, I’m seeing giant invisible things now too?”

Minerva was the one to answer that, “Naturally, you have supplied us all the necessary details. No one else need know unless this happens again and we require your assistance.”

Hagrid asked, “What gave you thought to sing to them?”

And she gestured to Flitwick, “Professor Flitwick said my first year music calms creatures. The bird at least seemed upset.”

“Fair assessment, useful as well.” Flitwick said in a chipper tone.

“Fifty points to Ravenclaw, sharp thinking, Miss Evans,” Professor Sprout stated confidently.

“And ten,” Flitwick added making the adults and ghosts look his way. “For a masterful choice of music.” Accentuated with a nod the Professor shifted a hand to guide the young girl towards the Hospital Wing to get the limp in her left foot checked.

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 “I’m not going on a date with you, James!” Lily was heard exclaiming across their bend of the student filled beds.

“Oh come now, life is clearly short. No time to waste.” He tried to say smugly.

“You just hexed Kyle over there for no reason at all, why would I date a bully like you?”

“It was not for nothing, he made a comment about my pajamas.” James blurted out the pathetic excuse for his presumed well deserved justice.

“That is so pathetic,” she responded.

“He is irrelevant, we should talk about us and our date at Hogsmeade this weekend.” Accenting that with a swat of his hand to the side, “It’s fate, we woke up so near to one another.”

“There’s a Muggle word for people like you.”

“Charming,” cockily grinning back at her.

“Sociopath.” She replied plainly.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?”

“Someone who has no empathy or care for others, normally flagrant narcissists who target, torture and kill people they deem lesser than themselves.” His jaw dropped and she continued, “If you think for one minute I am dating someone who treats other people the way you do and saddling myself to some abusive self obsessed jackass you are obviously not competent to be a student here.”

Shouts ensued in a failed try to get her to think otherwise silenced by Madame Pomfrey who brandished her wand to charm the curtain around James’ bed that was now encased in a silencing charm.

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 Down another bend of the Hospital Wing Sirius lay unconscious still under the drowsy effect of the antidote that saved his life, and body from turning into an icicle. Barty on the bed beside him tried to not do more than snicker at Jewels who was levitating gummy lizard candies with her wand in a stack onto Sirius’ forehead. Clearly the sleeping teen was waking in the settle of the red lizard, and Regulus at the foot of his brother’s bed grinned. Levitating his own choice of a blue lizard that wiggled on the way over to the stack.

“What is on my face?” Sirius asked at the next snicker from Barty.

“Lizards, I’ve nearly got ten on my side of the stack.” Regulus answered in the task of carefully settling his lizard on top of the other wiggling treats.

Up to his face Sirius moved a hand to grab off one of the lizards knocking the stack over Jewels and Barty reigned in the scurrying treats they all split up, the former taking a bite of the wriggling orange lizard. His eyes focused on Jewels whose wrapped foot was propped up beside Sirius’ knee while she reclined in a chair beside his bed. “What happened to your foot?”

“Took a stumble on the stairs, just twisted it, nothing serious.” His eyes still stayed fixed on her. “Professors gave the all clear, classes start on Monday, only a few people won’t be returning to class, but school should be back to normal.”

“Did you pick to sit here?” Sirius asked and she shook her head.

“Only spare seat and Lily and James were shouting over an hour back when I got here. Sevy is still working on some more potions and you have another dose for your feet.”

“Does he get a chair?” Sirius asked teasingly, “If you got the last one?”

“He has three chairs to choose from.” She joked back.

“Hmm, and yet they placed you by me.” Sirius teased back with a spreading smirk, “Someone is trying to tell you something.”

“Yes, we need more chairs in this end of the wing.”

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 Tests kept the focus of classes going with recaps on the material for them to get the students back on goal. Two students out of the hundreds still seemed to be missing out of the mix. But much like how James and others of well off families had been punished pitifully Dolph and Patricia had been punished and cleared to be let out with the other students after the latter duo had been told to not do it again.

Heavier schedules in classes at least seemed to keep some of the fights from the usual trouble makers who didn’t care about their grades at a minimum. But like always there was a few big fights that set off and ended the year on a sour note for some, alongside some disheartening headlines of a seaside Muggle city that had been found attacked without a trace of why.

A mark of a build in power that over the first week of summer had Sirius leave his family home to go and take up the Potter’s offered spare room to get out of the suggestion from his mother to get in contact with the Dark Lord’s followers. He couldn’t take up the option at all for how he knew Jewels was afraid of Riddle finding her or who she was born to. He would do all he could to not put her in risk or draw attention to her from them in any way. But he did agree with Regulus’ plan to slip in as double agent.

Sirius would still daily take the bus to work around the theater to work with Alastor as a last means of defense in case something went down there. Surely his cousins were aware of a hunt for birth parents, but like the rest of the school just knew there was a chance of a new relation to one of the oldest and widest spread Sacred 28 families out there.

Though much like in school when tempers would rise up and a week in Sirius would find the Potter house locked. Then he would make his way to a new address. Not helped by the loving Potter parents, who out of desire to keep their only child happy caved to his each and every whim, even when it meant booting Severus to the curb without so much as a bit thumb his way.

Burned off the family portrait, Sirius’ cousin Andromeda had taken up a townhouse in London. Ample room and a friendship between the two already gained Severus the basement to make his own so he wouldn’t have to go home this summer while Lily traveled abroad to spend time with distant relations and Petunia explored a few of her university options for the next semester. Alongside the new address came the reasoning for the expulsion from the family tree, who she had chosen to be in a relationship with, Ted Tonks who seemed dead set on marrying her and knew all too well from her how aggravated the bond with James could get.

All Sirius had to do was knock and the door opened to reveal the lanky dark haired teen in need of a place to sleep and Ted grinned at him. “Blinky,” he said calling the House Elf who had been hired by Andromeda, “Go fetch Sirius’ things from the Potter residence and take them to his room.”

“I, have a room?” Sirius asked and Ted nodded his head to the side showing him in and up to the second floor, “We have the back of the main floor, and this one here is yours.” Decorated to close to his usual style by tips by his cousin, Sirius hugged Ted when he said, “All yours, every summer and break, no fights or sudden evictions.” But he pointed at Sirius, “But for the love of Merlin if you pour anything on my Unicorn’s Folly downstairs I will turn everything you own pink,” making Sirius chuckle, “Me and Clint are out to see who can make the stubborn plants sing first and I got it humming yesterday. No one touches it.”

“Agreed.” Sirius said to the pop of Blinky who arrived with the first bundle of belongings James had locked inside the guest room and left again to go and fetch the rest of the untidy mess made in dressing for the day with Jewels that morning. “Thank you.”

“Well, Andromeda heard you might be getting burned off too, and she could use some family, got a room for Regulus too, and Remus, if he’s up for it. Severus keeps mentioning some potion they’ve been testing together, would make for an easier time with that.”

 Pt 13

#Marauders Era #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Remus Lupin #Barty Crouch Jr #Patricia Rakepick #Dolph #Giant Ice Bird #Crystal Dragon #Vault of Ice #Madame Pomfrey #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black Pining #Professor Flitwick #Professor Sprout #Minerva McGonagall #Andromeda Black #Ted Tonks

[ifoughtthelord]

In which Remus is invited to a strange man’s funeral and is unwittingly swept up by the electrifying whirlwind known as Sirius Black.

i used my bug brain so you don’t have to just pls read it i’m real excited for this one:))))

#ao3 #fanfic #plug #wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin angst #sirius black pining #the tortured tales of a guy with too much time on his hands (me)

[plantsonplutoart]

here’s Wolfstar being a couple of menaces and driving James up the wall while he’s trying to study (he’s only “studying” in the library in attempt to impress lily, so no harm done)

I’ve been hoarding a bunch of Marauders scribbles I’ll probably never clean up so expect more incoherent chaos

#wolfstar are a couple of menaces #They’re just getting Jmaes back for all the Lily Evans pining they had to endure #remus lupin #Casanova of gryffindor tower #my art <3 #marauders era #dead gay wizards #all the young dudes #digital art #wolfstar #my art #the marauders #james potter #sirius black

[my-castles-crumbling]

Sirius Black, who would jokingly suggest that Remus date some girl, then have no idea why he's so mad when Remus follows his advice.

Remus Lupin, who would date whatever girl Sirius's suggested, but be looking at Sirius the whole time.

James Potter. who would bang his head against the wall watching this occur.

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #the marauders era #the maruaders #pining wolfstar #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius x remus #remus loves sirius #sirius being sirius #sirius black deserved better #remus john lupin #remus lupin #james fleamont potter #james potter #james potter is a good friend

[sourgreenlupin]

sirius: remus? (holding remus as tight as possible)

remus: sirius?

sirius: do friends normally do this?

remus: well-

james: (somewhere in the distance) NO! NO THEY DO NOT!

#excerpt from a oneshot im writing #wolfstar #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #the marauders era #james potter is SICK of them pining

[imjustherefortheshipping]

Sirius is so obvious with his feelings, he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve and is constantly glancing at Remus with the most besotted expression

Everyone can see it - except Remus because his brain immediately goes static as soon as he looks at Sirius and all he can think is “pretty pretty pretty”

#and that is what we call unnecessary mutual pining #but they’re cute about it so it’s okay #whenever people witness The Heart Eyes a collective long-suffering sigh is let out #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #pining

[cornishpixiez]

lazy skate co, part 2

here's part 1

part 3 ;)

#OKAY HERE WE GOOOOO #part two of ???? idk i’m having too much fun #mutual pining aka wolfstar #cmon moony get a fucking grip #comic series: lazy skate co #ziggy’s art #wolfstar #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #lily evans

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

will you marry me?

5 times remus has asked you to marry him and 1 extra.

tags: remus lupin x f!reader,, fluff,, angst,, no mention of the word y/n,, childhood friends to lovers,, mutual pining,, character death

first time at 5 years old;

your eldest sister was off to marry in spring and so naturally the whole house was buzzing with excitement and terror. and you, like any impressionable child, felt the tingles of something exciting happening before your very eyes.

lulu, your best ultimate mate as you so graciously dubbed him, felt this energy too.

or at least the many flowers and coloured envelopes scattered on the table, seem to ring some alarms for him.

“this table is too small,” he frowns, stopping his pretend chopping of the leaves, and looking longingly at the dinner table, filled with scattered wedding paraphernalia.

you shrugged, ponytail swishing as you move around him.

“we have to make room, my sister is to be mary.” you confidently repeated what your mum said to you in the morning. when you had whined at the lack of play space.

now you’re humming like it’s obvious, why you were given a child’s table and now have to play kitchen with one pot instead of four because of the lack of space. the confident pretence of a child to show they’re mature enough not to complain.

“why does she have to be mary?” he asks, his shoulder bumping into you, “i thought she likes her name hilda?”

you scoff, clearly lulu does not know of the way of being mary. so naturally, you being older (by a few months) needs to teach him. or else, however is he going to be a proper grown up?

“because she wants to be a wife. so she has to be mary first.”

“a wife?” he asks intrigued, “like mummy and daddy?”

you laugh, patting his head, “only mummies can be a wife, silly. daddies are hus-butts.” you stood straighter, having this conversation with your mum before. “mother says, you have to love first and then be a mary. so you can play with them even after dinner and eat chocolates and make children.”

he seems to perk up even more, looking at you. his eyes as usual, gleaming with obvious awe, “to make children? with what?”

you pout, having no answer.

you haven’t asked your mum this question yet. too busy thinking of how many mary’s there are in your town.

still, you try to think of an answer.

you don’t want to let lulu down, you are after all his only hope for knowing things.

luckily, you’ve overheard this one conversation last week, your sister moving after she becomes mary so they can begin making a family.

you raise your head, hand on your hip and your other pointed as if in a lecture.

you said in your most confident voice. “you enter specific rooms in the house, and always make sure it’s locked. and then you wait until you can come out with children. but you must only do this if you love them. that is the ultimate rule. or else it won’t work.”

“wow,” he breathed, he clenched his fists then, looking utmost determined. before screaming in glee and confidence, the only way a naive child could. “then let’s make children! be mary and then we can play all night!”

you clicked your tongue, disappointed he hadn’t comprehended. “but you should love me first.”

his cheeks heated pink, indignant, “but i do. i love you a whole lot! and i wanna play here all the time.”

you shook your head, grim. “we can’t.” sounding so heartbroken, as much as any five year old could sound.

because you’ve already asked your mum if you could make children with lulu and she said, you’re only suppose to do that if you’re a grown up in love.

you asked, what’s the difference? you were plenty grown. 5 is one hand after all.

and your sister said to you, amusement lacing her words, a grown up to take care of you and cherish you. someone able to help you and grow with you.

you look at lulu. his thin arms and his lack of knowledge.

certainly not a grown up. not a proper man who can be with you, at all.

“i don’t love you, so we can’t.” you say this huffing, now turning completely to your make shift pot and stirring the water and leaves.

lulu cried loud that day, wailing like a little kid.

and nodding to yourself knowing you’ve made the right choice. he is so not a grown up. even if his pinched face made you feel queasy.

your mum rushing over and asking what was wrong. when you told her, she laughed out loud, and hugged you both, brushing remus’ hair out of his tear streaked face.

and you wonder what was so funny when he looked so sad.

second time at 11 years old;

remy was horrified.

you realize this as he stares at you in a crazed panic. and as always, it was up to you to be strong.

“what do you mean by that?” puffing your chest out and stood to cover remy from potter.

“didn’t you know? kissing makes girls pregnant.” he whispered, loudly in the empty halls, scandalized as he went to look at your stomach as if it will inflate this instant.

you fight the urge to cover that area with your robes. willing yourself to be brave for the both of you.

“surely… that isn’t true.”

potter scoffs, offended to have been doubted, “yes it is, i heard a prefect say so.”

you feel remy grab the back of your robes in panic. the reference enough to persuade him. you almost roll your eyes, but instead sighed to calm yourself down.

“i ought to tell you lot to be careful.” potter looked at the both of you meaningfully, and inhaling sharply as a flash of embarrassment burns into your brain.

you weren’t able to will the heat of your cheeks to dissipate, before it showed on your cheeks. your face and neck warmed red. mortified that potter knows the secret kiss shared between you and your friend, currently pulling at your robes.

it was both of your first kiss, deciding to just get it all over with, so you both can know what was so special about it.

it wasn’t much.

it felt soft, and quick.

nothing at all sparkling or romantic, like others said.

“alert your parents immediately, else you might be kicked out. and i’ve grown quite fond of the two of you, you know.” potter nodded at you, looking as if he pitied you both before crossing his arms as he strutted away.

you look at remy fully now. he was standing too close and still holding unto your robes like a lifeline.

“did you really have to tell potter of all people what we did?” you scoff, crossing your arms and tapping your feet like how your mother used to do it when she was cross with something.

he seemed to shrink into himself more, “i’m sorry, he said he saw it, and pestered me into confessing.” he bit his lips to bleed. “i didn’t know you were gonna be in trouble.” he sniffled.

and you immediately cooled, reaching forward and pulling at his chin to stop his assault and softly rubbing at his bleeding lips with your robes with another click of your tongue.

“it’s fine, he already saw, nothing else we can do.”

“so, what are we going to do now?” he asked softly, he looked at you, eyes filling with worry and sadness. “what if you are? we’ll get in trouble, won’t we?”

you bring down your arm now, before breathing out deeply.

you try to think of why it wouldn’t be true, but the tone of his voice was making you worry endlessly too.

even though you know it wasn’t all true, because your sister kissed her husband plenty of times in the house and they don’t have kids.

and you were about to point that out to him. to reassure your ever warm, too soft friend, that james potter was full of it and to relax.

but remy stood straighter, his cold hands gripping yours tightly, so much that it hurts. now standing a bit taller than you. pink lips pulled into a straight line and eyes looking straight at you. soft brown eyes no longer holding any worry, instead with resolute determination.

“marry me,” he said, “i promise to look after our children and work.” he nodded at you, as if urging you to say yes. to trust him.

a look entirely different from what you remembered from way before, yet feeling all the same regardless.

the reason of proposal was ridiculous in of itself that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’m not pregnant you dolt, pregnancy doesn’t work that way. i assure you.” rolling your eyes in amusement. “so don’t you go proposing like some weirdo.”

he stopped for a second, as if startled as he kept looking at you. before leaving a shaky sigh, head hanging low.

“okay,” his lips in a wobbly smile, looking weird. “good.”

third time at 17 years old;

sirius had managed to sneak in a case of firewhisky in one winning after-party in the common room.

it was safe to assume that everyone was positively sloshed. if judging from the slurring exclaims from james and a red face peter barely able to stand and sirius laughing maniacally at something marlene has said to him.

and remus being the self-appointed responsible one, had taken it upon himself to maintain sobriety the entire night. to look after the three of them in the aftermath.

resolutely sitting next to you the whole night, engaging in a missed conversation about gossip and literature.

“still feeling confident you can handle these three blokes up in your room?”

he grimaced, already rubbing his temples, probably from regret and the james’ incessant off-key singing. “i don’t really have much of a choice now, do i?”

you laugh easy, “with the way james is attempting to strip, i think not. you did volunteer, taking responsibility and what not.”

he sighed rather audibly, over the soft music of the party that was already dying down. most of the attendees already settling into their respective rooms.

and you look at remus, slumped into the chair, and laugh to yourself.

still so helpless, you think. you guess you had to step up again. pick up the slack a little bit.

you try to trick yourself into thinking you were tired and miffed about it, but you find you quite like feeling needed. especially by remus.

whom of which seems to be way into being responsible now and being a proper grown up. one that follows curfew and plans his day.

he barely looks at you for help anymore.

he always has an answer to questions now.

as the boys depend on him for being the responsible one in their little foursome.

off to late night adventures and pranks. no longer the crying, awe struck, nervous kid you grew up knowing. makes you feel kind of sad.

“alright then,” you exhaled, “i’ll lend you a hand for dealing with the demons.” you stood up whilst downing your drink, a sweet concoction by dorcas.

he looks up at you, eyes looking bloodshot and tired. he softly shook his head, “you don’t have to.”

you frown, clicking your tongue and placing a hand on each of your hips. “i said i’ll do it, so i’m going to. now stand up and let’s go.”

he looked at you just a second longer and sighs looking away, a soft smile etched on lips before looking at you again. looking won over.

standing up, dusting the invisible dirt on his trousers and nodding.

he towers over you now, seemingly out of no where.

you realize this as your neck strain looking up at him. as you gather the rowdy, intoxicated boys back to the dorms.

something sirius was extremely grateful for and the others echoed.

“thanks for— for taking care of me darling,” sirius breathed hot into your face before pecking you on the cheek.

“yes, you’re very welcome,” you hummed amused, tucking his covers into his sides, making sure he couldn’t move out of bed.

sirius giggles, “it feels like being tucked in by a mum,” before looking at you serious, eyes wide and looking more sober than he actually was, as if realizing something.

“you’re the mum in the group!” he exclaimed.

“im the what?”

james overhears this and exclaims his agreements.

“oh you are! you’re the perfect mum size!” james said.

you turn to him, “and what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask hotly.

“you’re very caring and mum-like, and you scold like a mum too, sometimes you even talk like one,” peter mumbled.

you look at remus, giving you an amused look, lips stretching like close to laughing.

“this is going to be the last time i’m helping you lot, if you call me mum one more time.” you threatened lightly.

sirius hums loud like he doesn’t believe you, “it’s not all bad, not like you’re gonna be a single-mum. remus is gonna be the dad after all.” he said like he was so sure.

and james, of ourse, echoed his agreements.

“obviously,” james tutted from his bed, tucked in tight by remus.

“yesh,” peter slurred, “he looks like—remus looks like he knows how to read maps.” he breathes out, like on a verge of sleeping.

james gasps, “he does! remus is a map reading dad, nothing has made more sense than this moment right here. you are meant to hold a map in your hands remus, you’re a daddy compass.”

remus looks perturbed, eyebrows scrunched and lips into a tight frown. he shakes his head then, before closing each of their curtains, not even bothering to justify james’ quip. “night lads,”

“night dad,” sirius teased from his bed, before shuddering excessively, “never thought i’d say that again.”

you snort out a laugh before you could help it. “good night everyone.”

you look at remus, and see him gesture to come outside.

quietly walking out of their room and closing the door behind you.

“come, i’ll walk you out.” grabbing your hand softly and pulling you down the corridor to the stairs. dropping his hold just as quick as if he hadn’t meant to hold it in the first place.

“sorry about the lads, the lack of filter is unfortunately not the effect of alcohol but is just them naturally.”

you chuckle softly, rubbing your tingling palms on the side of your skirt.

as if you didn’t know that already. those three have already been a staple into your everyday life for majority of the year. they, quite frankly, grow on you like some persistent vine on a house.

“it’s fine, it was quite tame compared to the usual rubbish they spew most of the time.”

remus looks at you, barely able to hide the smirk emerging from his lips.

“don’t tell me you liked them calling you mum?” the teasing lilt in his voice impossible to miss.

you lightly push on his shoulders. “don’t be disgusting, being called their mum is weird enough. and you implying i like it just makes it even weirder.”

“well imagine being called daddy compass by one of your mates, it’s gonna be hard looking at james tomorrow morning i’ll tell you that.”

you laugh excessively loud at this, before covering your mouth sheepish as you remember the time.

you look over at him, up and down as if assessing, “but you do look like a dad who knows how to read maps. wears khakis all the time and has a moustache.”

he rolls his eyes at you, as you grin in mirth, “well does that mean you’ll do me the honours of marrying me to avoid the life of a single parent to three demon boys?”

you laugh, shaking your head, “not exactly selling your case to me, are you?”

“won’t you reconsider though?” he moans, like he’s pained but you see the glint in his eyes even in the dark dorm room stairs. “it is after all for the children.”

you know he’s joking, hardly a night of partying counts as anything like a proper proposal.

but your brain can’t help but supply the thought that he looked quite fuller now. arms looking sturdier, and harder. he is acting more responsibly, all the professors trust him.

he was almost like a proper grown up now.

and you remember the echo of the ultimate rule in your childhood.

you shake your head, and an easy smile spread on your lips. stopping at the stairs for your dorms, “over my dead body,”

and he laughs, the sound echoing in the trashed common room, “well alright, good night, beautiful.”

“good night remus.”

fourth time at 19 years old;

you knew james was serious about lily when you lot had graduated from hogwarts. but you didn’t know the extent of the seriousness until he said this after one of the order meetings.

“i’m going to ask lily to marry me.”

james had said this with such conviction, so sure and full of affection. you can’t help but feel awed.

he suddenly seemed mature. not like the doofus you’ve come to know and consider a confidant through these trying times.

but a proper adult, one who does taxes and knows how to set up an appointment for medical check ups and fights in wars.

james suddenly feeling very far away from you.

you feel remus shift, his leg pressing into yours. you look at him to see what he wanted, but saw he was just looking at james, eyes set hard.

you shook yourself out of your stupor. standing up abruptly, not meaning to leave the familiar press of remus’ leg against your thigh.

“that’s—that’s great news james, i would have never guessed you—oh you’re all grown up!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and him wrapping his around your middle with a giddy smile.

“thank you, mum.” he laughs, the on going joke still running strong. you squeeze him extra tight and pinching his arm for extra measure. before pulling away. “i never thought you had it in you to propose. i’d have half a mind to propose to lily on your behalf.”

he laughs, a bashful blush resting on his cheeks. “i figured, why wait, you know? tomorrow isn’t promised, and—i think spending every moment together is we all can do. i don’t want to die with regrets. i love her.”

you breathed in deep.

sirius coming forward too and slapping james in the back before giving his own congratulations and then peter and then remus too.

you were happy for them both, truly, having found one another even in these difficult times was awe-inspiring.

and then you start to wretchedly wonder if you could have that too. if only the circumstances were a bit different. would you have been given enough time to find another? enough to love? enough to marry?

you find your gaze sliding to remus, how strained his smile looked and wonder if he’s thinking the same.

he looked back at you, as he always does, and smiles gently. less strained now. like he was resigned.

you try to imagine if the circumstances were a bit different and he would find someone to love. someone to marry.

you feel your navel, coil in a bundle of nerves. a tension in your neck making you almost irate.

he gestured for you to follow him out.

like being compelled and weak, you follow without a question.

the night air was chilly, and feeling some sort of static on your skin, like building an unnerving suspense.

remus just sat and gestured for you to sit beside him.

the seat was cold, and you sat rigid like ice.

it’s been a while since you’ve last sat with remus like this. the order keeping all your hours occupied, mission after mission. surviving by the skin of your teeth.

all the world has gone fucked now, it didn’t feel quite real some time—like some sort of veil has just been pulled over your head making you see things clearer for the horrors awaiting your fates.

and in your mind loud with noise and worry, you almost didn’t hear him.

“why don’t we do it?”

“what?” you turn to him, hoping his face show an inkling, a clue as to what he had said.

he looked at you then, eyes still so warm even with the atrocities he’s faced and eyes still so bright in the night. a twinkling light reflecting in his eyes making him look younger. prettier.

“why don’t we get married?”

you lean back slightly in shock, “what?” you repeated, because you didn’t understand. this came so suddenly, words weirdly familiar but the intent wildly different than from all the others you’ve heard before.

you looked at his eyes. searching, still, for a clue or something that might make sense because what?

he laughs, the warm, soft sounding one you can barely hear. but it was just the two of you outside and it was quiet and you were sitting so close, so you hear it—loud and clear. the sound making you feel warm. “is that so crazy?”

he looked like a boy, happy and hopeful. his leg was pressing into your thighs again. the pressure grounding you.

his hands fidgeting deep within his pockets.

“i think we work well enough.” he added, with a small smile.

you feel something in your heart stutter, “work well enough,” you repeated. “glad to know i reach your standards for a bride, sir lupin.” you almost scoff. masking the bitter simmer of disappointment of his reason. and the coiling nerves still tightly wound in your navel, feeling heavy, making it harder to breathe.

he shrugs, “well you know, a lot of applicants have been killing themselves to be chosen. i reckon you ought to feel honoured.” he grinned over to you, still joking.

you rolled your eyes, “of course,”

“yeah?” he perked up, suddenly sitting straighter, his knees bumping into yours in his haste to look at you properly. “you want to?” he seemed shocked, overtly so, that it makes you laugh. a heat blooming on your face at his apparent willingness to marry you before shaking your head to avoid any confusion.

“no to the proposal but yes, that it is indeed an honour.”

he deflates, “ah,” he said softly, before laughing like he was embarrassed. “i just—i kept thinking what james said, about tomorrow not being promised—and, i, well i thought—“ he clears his throat before continuing. “i thought i might see what the fuss was about,”

you nodded, “‘m afraid marriage isn’t so simple. you have to love one another for a start.” you added somewhat bitterly, looking away.

“so you keep reminding me,” he says, laughing awkwardly.

fifth time at 38 years old;

you feel as if your life was reaching a crescendo.

the night glooming, brooding like the sky knows to colour it of fear and nerves.

it was going to come down to tonight, so it seems. whether we win or we lose. the end or the beginning. all those families we’ve lost and the families we’ve created. all our hopes and dreams sacrificed into this one night.

“you feeling alright?” remus asked to your left.

the glooming sky somehow illuminating his face all the same.

“as alright as anyone can be when facing a dark wizard.” you smirked, shrugging.

he laughs, still sounding so warm and soft.

you feel his fingers brush yours. you had half a mind to remind him to get ready and hold his wand tight.

you notice how keeps forgetting to do that. opting to hold unto you, just like he did before when he was a child from another time.

he only offers a closed lipped smile, looking at you the same way he has always looked at you. his stare the most familiar thing, it might as well be a part of you.

“i love you.” he breathed. and your heart hammered, your world tilting on its axis. shifting the very fabric of your universe.

and he looked relieved like he couldn’t wait to hold unto it any longer. and then he repeated it. more sure. louder. affectionate. looking straight into you. his brilliant, soft, warm eyes so full.

you wonder when did his gaze start to look at you like that?

and then you see;

his eyes looking as it did when he was five, shining with obvious awe.

his eyes when he was eleven, with resolute determination.

eyes when he was seventeen, glinting with mirth in the dark crevices of the dorms.

the look he gave you when he was nineteen, looking so boyishly happy and hopeful.

and now as he’s thirty-eight, looking at you with so much love, and longing, and pain, and joy.

“when this is all over,” he breathe, “will you marry me?”

so much time has passed by now that you had once thought it was too late for you. too late with him. something you always thought but could never have.

he was now undeniably a man. arms littered with scars and unwavering confidence as he looks at you. but his eyes still glimmer and twinkle all the same.

the undeniable rampage in your chest, your eyes searching for an answer or a clue for what he’s thinking.

“i love you,” he repeats, and gazing at you with that familiar eyes of his.

and you laugh because you found your answer. so you’ll give him his.

“yes.”

extra;

the battle was brutal, bodies piled on top of one another. those too young to know what they even fought for. those for their own ideals. and those caught in cross fires.

but it was over. and the good guys won.

but with so many lost, people thought, how could i possibly cheer?

but there was this type of solace when you’re gone. there was no more pain. all those gone can only do one thing, to let go. at least that’s what harry thinks.

staring down at the family he could’ve had.

your limp cold hand holding remus’ equally cold ones.

he wonders if someone intertwined your hands, or if you simply died holding on to each other. never to let go.

he realized it didn’t really matter. you were both gone. forever, but together.

he thinks of the comforting hugs you’ve given him in the short time you’ve spent with him, and the many stories remus told. and in this fierce pain he wonders if you ever saw the shiny, glinting ring in remus’ dresser hidden away ever since he was eighteen.

#perpetuallydaydreaming #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin angst #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #5+1 fic #remus lupin fanfiction #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders imagine #mutual pining #remus lupin fic #remus lupin 5+1 fic #remus lupin x you #harry potter fandom #harry potter #lily evans #jily

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Thinking about teenage Sirius, wickedly smart with top grades, a rich heir to an old pureblood house, tall and handsome and haugty, drawing many admiring and envious looks that he appears to be above acknowledging. Popular, yet sticks to his small and close circle of friends, not really allowing anyone else close.

But even with them he's guarded about his own physical space; the old uncease is hard to shake, and it twists the want into knots. No matter how much he craves this intimicy, he struggles to accept it when it's given, and initiating it himself is even more difficult.

Padfoot makes everything simple, though. And so Sirius starts turning into him whenever he needs to be close - because asking for cuddles is so much easier for the dog than it is for the boy.

#sirius black #also love a sirius who hugs and leans on his friends without problems!!! #but ugghhgg been thinking about this version lately #😭😭 #and!!! FOR YOU CAT!!! #cuddle the dog #!!! and also the boy PLEASE he deserves all the cuddles <333 #also this can be platonic or romantic and whatever ship honestly #but ofc my heart makes this #wolfstar #james would not give up on his hugging mission + sirius is definitely the most comfortable hugging him #but remus would let sirius initiate it if he wants it which means NO HUGS and SO MUCH PINING #and LOTS OF puppy cuddles #they'll get there though <3

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(Fic I didn't know I wanted to write! So thank you for the inspiration, @wolfstarmicrofic!)

28th: Dogwalker AU

673 words

Some good old mutual pining between a dogwalker and his client!

Date My Hooman?

“Has he been a good boy?” Sirius is sitting on his knees, scratching Padfoot’s ears (and making quite the sight while doing so).

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. “Now you're just fishing for compliments. You know damn well Padfoot’s always a good boy.”

Sirius grins up at him. “Guilty as charged.” He looks back at Padfoot who's thoroughly enjoying his ear scratches. “I know my dog is great, but I love hearing other people tell me that my dog is great also.”

“Right you are,” Remus chuckles. “How was your day at the office?”

“Dreadfully dull,” Sirius replies instantly. “Really, Remus, you made some good career choices that you now get to play with dogs all day.”

“Well, I don't get to live in a house like that.” Remus nods towards Sirius’ three-story mansion with the sprawling garden around it.

Sirius winks at him as he gets up to his feet. “Maybe if you play your cards right.”

Remus can feel his cheeks heating up.

Before, he was just amused by Sirius’ flirtatious banter, and he actually gave it as good as he got. But now, he suddenly feels flustered, at a loss for words, and wholly out of his depth whenever Sirius makes a comment like that.

After long conversations, with Sirius being the last stop on Remus’ afternoon route, and being subjected to Sirius’ sharp mind and disarming sense of humour, things have changed for Remus.

He used to think that the best part of his day would always be seeing the excitement on a dog’s face when he reaches out to unclip their leash to let them run around the park and play with their friends, but now, it's like nothing compares to seeing the excitement on Sirius’ face at the end of the day as he crouches down to greet his beloved dog after long hours the office. Remus’ days have started to revolve around the moments he brings Padfoot home, and it's becoming A Problem.

“And that's not even taking into account cold, rain, new regulations, demanding clients,” Remus continues, as if he didn't hear Sirius’ last comment.

Then Remus’ own dog, Moony, dashes forward and starts licking a tail-wagging Padfoot’s face, like he knows he has to say goodbye to his friend for now, and Remus’ heart just melts. “Oh, who am I kidding? It's bloody amazing.”

When the dogs have said their goodbyes, it's time for their owners to do so as well.

“See you tomorrow?” Sirius asks.

“Of course.”

“Great.” Sirius beams at him. “Looking forward to it.”

Remus’ heart skips a beat at those words. Yes, definitely A Problem.

Sirius has given Remus the key to the annex besides the main house, so he can pick up Padfoot, take him for a long walk, and then, by the time they return, Sirius will be back from the office and usually already waiting on them.

Sirius has actually turned the annex into a space especially for Padfoot, with water and food, several dog beds, toys, and a dog door, so he can go in and out to the yard whenever he wants. Sirius has even hung framed pictures on the walls of him and Padfoot together. A fuzzy feeling spreads across Remus’ chest upon seeing those pictures. A Problem indeed.

Padfoot immediately comes running, happily wagging his tail, brimming with excitement to go on his walk.

“Calm down, Pads,” Remus laughs, as the dog keeps circling his legs and jumping up and down. “Come on, I need to attach your leash, otherwise we can't go. Hey, what you've got there, buddy?” He spots a piece of paper neatly tucked underneath Padfoot’s collar and he plucks it out. As he unfolds it, he realizes it's a note.

And as he reads, a huge smile starts to spread across Remus’ face.

Dear Remus,

You might have noticed that my hooman has quite a crush on you.

Will you please save me from his desperate pining, and let my hooman take you out on a date?

#give it a few months and remus will be living in that house #dogwalker #dogwalker remus lupin #pining remus lupin #pining sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius

[alltoounwellll]

a solar eclipse is such a good metaphor for James feeling like he’s taken a back seat in Sirius’s life after he and Remus get together

anywayyyyyyy

#cause like James is the Sun #and Remus is the moon #and in this James is like really insecure #and he feels like nobody wants him #i.e. the pining after Lily #anyway I love angst #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #jily #jegulus #eclipse #solar eclipse

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Protego Pt 11 - Practice

Masterlist here

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Summer of Jewelia’s thirteenth year proved to be the biggest yet for her home life and her career. If they assumed having three adolescent daughters in the home would be peaches and cream the Evans were now in a worse spot than the terrible twos while all three girls were adjusting to growth spurts and various changes in their bodies and minds.

Petunia now was talking about boys. Lily as usual had been talking about everyone from school only Severus could confirm if they were real or fake tales on his pops by daily to avoid the few hours his parents were home. He would only catch flashes of Jewels between trips to the theater when she would sit and brainstorm with him on each advanced potion he was adapting to make stronger in attempts to shake something loose on his own Lycan potion to make it more efficient and stronger.

And Jewels tried not to talk about boys at all. Howlers off tips from Alastor and Severus daily sent by James were destroyed. He wanted his cloak back and was bent on harassing her to get it back, enough so that after the first time he snuck in to heckle a rehearsal his face was posted on the ban list to keep him off premises. Question if Sirius would bring up the cloak or not daily was a hard no, as he did all he could to steer the conversations away from his friend who was all too happy to use him as a target for his rage as well. Gaining his own Howlers emphasizing it was his inheritance from his grandfather and he needed it back urgently or he wouldn’t be held responsible for what he did to do so.

Today however, Sirius tried not to push any topic at all seeing how wound up Jewels was at this first run through of the play a week before it debuted. Full out, kiss scenes and all. Not to say he was pleased at seeing her kiss that Piris bloke for her part against older couples varying in age from early adulthood to an elder couple throughout this romance based play. He even had a peck on the cheek from another young actress in her early twenties for his character being so adorable but too young for her to justifiably date in a mild rejection of his offer to take her to a dance. But he’d never seen her like this, barely able to talk at all or even keep control of her eye color the closer it got to call for marks.

Bernadette out of the corner of his eye had taken hold of his wrist and up he rose to the tug she gave it. Quiet and confused he’d not noticed Jewels was now gone perplexing him more. Inside a quiet room off to the side of larger storage room he was let go in the center of a line of mannequins used to mock up lines of soldiers in the second half of the play. Then he saw her. Right on the center of the front of his bulky wool sweater Jewels’ hand planted and like a board he went rigid to the internal thunder storm creating kiss she planted on his lips. Blurry to clear again she shifted in his vision and then looked to Bernadette with brows raised.

The redhead saying in as least a plotting tone as possible, “The script says you touch his cheek too. Try more a hasty plop than a peck.” Jewels clear in fight to keep nonchalant about this turned to give it another go. Five tries and a time check later, she simply fixed his sweater and patted him on the arm then left the room to be on time to be called to her mark.

Straight to Bernadette he looked blinking out of his stunned posture, having been unable to register that these were the first times he could and would ever be kissed willingly and surprisingly out of nowhere by her. His first kiss, hers, the first five, always hers. “No one is a natural at this you know.” Bernadette said edging into an amused tone through her fading straight expression. “Have to practice you know.” She settled a hand on her chest, “I would have volunteered, only the role called for someone, taller.” Out of the room she stepped, now unable to hold back her brewing giggles, and he smiled.

Jewels had picked him to stand in practice for the stunned boy who would have a kiss planted on him mid scene and then be left abruptly. And for the sting in his chest to be back stage to watch her now calmly plant a kiss on Piris he supportively did just that. When she strolled off stage left he was there to grin and give her a thumbs up for a job well done at the scene that had the Director and the other crew and cast amused fully at the beyond convincing scene.

Secretly Jewels had not wanted her first kiss to be with just anyone, true not exactly with him, but given her choices of the teens present somehow she’d decided on him, the one she knew she could get in private without much trouble or care for what might be missed while the trio were gone. And she hoped if it was framed as practice it might not be boasted on afterwards, at least not too much.

But after her scene all that kept spinning in her head were the four girls he had asked to the post Quidditch match cocoa parties the prior year and then left abruptly to sour their evenings and anyone who had to listen to the ordeal. He didn’t seem to stick around long, and if they had shared any intimacies the girls surely weren’t forthcoming about it.

This was just practice, she tried to recite in her head only to fall prey to the notion she was another etching in a bedpost of some sort on his expanding dating history. Possibly now to lose his company forever now he’d gotten a sample of what he’d been missing without much effort past his company these past couple years.

“Would have hated to had my first kiss on stage.” The flirt happy teen himself said on her right that snapped that train of thought right off so she could turn her head to look up at him.

“First, you’ve dated-,”

His head cocked to the side, “Cocoa is one thing. I’m not so easy as to just kiss or be kissed by anyone.”

“Easy, I just-,” she squeaked and he cut her off again.

“True,” he said stealing a wink her way. “But you’ve been wooing me for two years now.”

“I have not!” she whispered shrilly to the now smirking teen who fixed a stray hair touching his nose.

“I feel very wooed, intent or no intent.” He teased her open mouthed self and kept his urge to chuckle to himself in her slump deeper into her seat and prop of an arm up so the fingers on it could curl against her lips.

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Breakfast 7:30

Magical creatures 8

DADA 9

History of magic 10

Arithmacy Mon, Wed, Fri 10

Muggle Studies Sun, Tue, Sat 11

Herbology Mon, Wed, Fri 11

Break 12

Art Sun 12

Lunch 1

Break 2

Potions 3

Charms 4

Transfigurations 5

Divinations Son, Tue, Sat 6

Ancient Runes 6

Dinner 7:30

Curfew 8

Astronomy Wed 12

Ghoul Studies Thur 12

“What are you doing?” Lily asked her sister in a look over her class schedule mailed to their house with twelve classes, Art and Choir clubs on top of her Quidditch duties compared to her elder sister’s chosen eight classes. “Why are you taking all of these?! Ghouls Studies? Who takes Ghoul Studies?!” Petunia mouthed the class to her parents who shrugged in amusement, not certain if it was a farce or not for their amusement. “Astronomy is not required anymore, Ancient Runes and Divinations, not to mention Arithmacy and Muggle Studies?! What are you supposed to learn in that?!”

“I don’t know, Lily, but Ted Tonks said it was amusing for a year or so if I wanted to try it. I just want to see what all they have to offer.”

“Well you are going to ruin your entire year, I have every other day free at 10 and 11 and every day at 6 free, not to mention midnight. I can actually get a full week sleep through the night. Make a far better season in Quidditch for it too. You won’t be able to guard your hoop. You should drop it.”

“I think you’re just scared we’ll beat you out of line for House Cup on grades again.” Jewels challenged and got a scoff in return.

“I out perform you in grades,” Jewels’ brows furrowed challengingly and Lily said, “History does not count! Not counting History I have better grades than you!”

“I whip you in Magical Creatures and Transfigurations and Charms, and you know it!” Jewels said with a victorious grin at her sister who rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out in a loss of a comeback.

“You can’t touch my record in Potions. I am the favorite.” Lily replied making Petunia smirk to herself, holding back her chuckle when Jewels rolled her eyes.

“Well they’re electives for a reason. Choose or not to sit for them. Might be surprised what happens.” Jewels finished off the talk then delved into the required supplies as her sister did, the price worrying their parents at first until Jewels shared she’d gotten enough money over the breaks to pay for her far more expensive set.

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The trip was settled and same as the two years prior the family would take the train to London to stay the night in the Leaky Cauldron and shop the day before the train ride to Hogwarts. This year though including Severus, whose parents were expected to travel to deal with an issue his uncle was facing. He mainly would keep Lily distracted as Jewels focused mainly on her supplies and eagerness to see what these new classes would be like.

“Oh,” Jewels eyed the man behind the register for the new cauldrons she would have to replace her current set and she said, “I was told at Gringotts I could have the receipts sent to be taken from my vault.”

“Ah, no harm done little miss,” the man said with a chuckle and moved to tear off the receipt and gather a pen he handed to her, “Just jot the vault number on it if you please.” Numerous shops after the trio gathered all they needed, and every stop had Lily more puzzled at how much Jewels had in that vault of hers. But the sight of Severus trying to detail an enchanted quill he fancied the look of to try and charm one up himself at school had lured Jewels to take hold of it to add to her things easing a grateful grin across his lips. To the wall away from the duo Lily forced her body to not make a scene, missing the timid gesture from Severus to a new ink well his friend gave a nod to and let him collect it to add to her things with ample thanks from the grateful teen.

A dynamic that had Petunia break from her usual habit of trying to ignore the things she couldn’t afford to be interested in and felt refused chance to research in case only Wizards could buy and use them to go over to her youngest sister’s side. Lowly she asked, “Just how much money do you have? I recall one sickle a winter break being the going rate by what you have shared.”

Unwilling to lie to the sister who was left out of so much Jewels answered lowly, “I sort of got an inheritance, from my birth parents. Not sure how to tell Mummy and Daddy just yet.”

“Oh,” Petunia said and gave a brief nod. “Carry on then. But do mind Lily, she seems out of sorts you spoiling Severus.”

“I did offer her some spare journals she likes,” then said with a quick grin, “They have a nice quill, I’m getting you one,” a few rows over she hurried and came back easing a curious grin across Petunia’s lips to see the rather fancy looking feather ended mother of pearl pen tipped quill. “It shimmers when you are excited, keep one for my dream journals. Can’t use it at school, but for home you can doodle to your heart’s content. Won’t go dry for five years, least that’s what the advert says. I chose your favorite color.”

“I,” Petunia began to try and refuse the gift only to say at the proud grin aimed up at her, “Thank you. It looks expensive.”

“Oh no, quite the deal, these are the same as five self writing quills and those only last five months a piece in warm temperatures. They do have a fun variety, but I heard from older students there is more selection at Hogsmeade. We get to go there this year, third years up only, whole set of shops similar to this marketplace.” The conversation carried on into Petunia’s own school that was a total mystery to the younger sisters, which she felt a bit more special about attending for how Jewels kept asking for any details she was willing to share on it.

Lunch though would break the shopping and give way to an evening where Severus and Jewels could look through their freshly bought supplies, while not all entirely new some were acceptably worn second hand. But her eyes always seemed to shift back to her schedule for the coming year. Although curiously the time slots for some of the spare classes puzzled her, but not as much as her welcome back to the station.

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On the end of her sleeve Barty’s fingers pinched to give the sleeve a tug to get her attention. As soon as her eyes hit him he said, “Professor McGonagall said we’re to head to her office after supper.”

“I haven’t even gotten on the train yet, how can I have detention?” she asked before she could help it and in a slink of his arm around her back he led her a few steps away from the other students at the luggage car to murmur by her ear. “Not detention, little gemstone, for our class slots.”

“But, we have to choose from the classes?” she asked and he held back a chuckle to answer her.

“No, best to let her explain.” He tried to calm her down only to sigh when she didn’t want to let it go just yet.

“Barty,” he sighed and looked towards the third year car.

“Fine,” hurrying her along to split the crowd ushering comments to everyone in the way until he was able to get to an empty train car one of her good friends who usually sits with them was about to step into. “Rog, hey give us a moment, eh. Need to tell her something.” The stunned teen froze and watched Barty guide Jewels into the car and shutting the door behind him causing other students to lean in around Roger to see if they could see what was going on.

“That-,” she tried to speak but was cut off in her step away out of hold of his arm to face him fully with a confused furrow to her brow aimed at him.

“Time turner.” He said and her brows furrowed more trying to repeat what he said.

“Time-,”

“Shh,” he shushed her and she let out a displeased huff.

Up to his chest his hand moved to tap fingertips there, “My dad works in the Ministry and the school gives names of students who pick classes in time slots that overlap. The Ministry loans out Time Turners to those students, in your case you have to share with me.”

“What’s going on?” more than a few voices gave the same muffled inquiry on the other side of the sealed door Barty kept shut with his free hand and foot.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why not just have the classes in separate time slots.” She asked and he shrugged.

“It’s magic. Doesn’t have to make sense.” He answered and her head tilted in a defeated huff. “But the rule is we don’t talk about the Time Turners to anyone, only each other. Bad things happen to Wizards who meddle with time, so we stick to a schedule and at the holiday breaks and end of term hand it back in.”

“Magic doesn’t have to make sense,” she huffed to herself and turned to plop onto her seat widening a grin across his lips. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone. Not sure why I bother keeping anything but secrets these days… I know the Baron will be a hard one to get past.”

“Oh all the ghosts know about it,” he said and she looked up at him from the floor she’d let her gaze fall to and he nodded, “Promise.” His head ticked to the side in a warning and he stepped back to smile widely and give Roger a slightly awkward hug. “Roger, there you are old pal, come in, before you catch cold in the hall!” ushering him inside so he could take up the usual spot across from Jewels to have the rest of her friends fill the rest of the car still confused about the brief secretive conversation.

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Numerous things had changed this year. Only by letter in her first breakfast the following day would she be welcomed back by Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks, who still wished to keep in touch and help however possible even after their graduation. Regulus had been welcomed by his relatives and new friends by association to said relatives, and James aspired for his first chance at the Quidditch team. Severus as well had a fuller schedule and did not wish to keep up the daily urge for the spectacled teen to be in and out of the Hospital Wing at least until he’d earned it.

Captain Potter was the goal for James, and by the first round of puddings he had smooth talked his way into a secured tryout even though they had a full team. He would be Captain, he would get closer to Lily in the process, and Sirius would have no choice but to be best friends with him again like they were before their last fight.

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“You, are not surprised,” McGonagall said with a sigh and looked directly at Barty who gestured to Jewels.

“She was going to dig it out of me, you just should have sent her the letter, respectfully. Still would have drug it out of me, only she’d have had to figure out I was involved in the first place.” He said a bit wide eyed and gave a nod she tried not to grin or chuckle at his slightly ridiculous self at the moment.

“Truly, well, let us hope you may yet keep a secret from the remainder of your classmates, or the Ministry will be contacting your father.” She replied and he swatted a hand between them.

“Oh no problem, I can lie to the common rabble.” That had her give a shake of her head and move to the desk behind her to lift the sealed box containing the Time Turner to present to Barty.

“Professor,” Jewels asked luring eyes to her, “Do I have to share because I’m raised by Muggles?”

“No, word has traveled however, that you are adopted. Should the notion arise for you to go back in time to learn who your birth parents were, well, now that could spell disastrous. Not just in matters of consequence to time, but for your permanent record.” The Professor said and both teens nodded and listened to the specific rules to follow.

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No matter where they seemed to set up a hiding spot to use the Time Turner Barty could always feel her tense just at the drop of temperature Dolph let off in a room when he came to find her or leave her some unwanted token. Several times she had tried to write to Dumbledore but was told to take it as a compliment to be so admired, and that the older teen should be prized for his confidence with such a sparkling young Witch sure to be the brightest of her age. But it didn’t feel like a compliment, and as much as she hated being the focus of a crowd she hated his attention even more.

The first Hogsmeade trip was coming up and he wouldn’t drop his efforts to ask her to some pink tea shop, much like Sirius apparently had asked some fifth year who hoped to link with the family line off an old family aspiration post dissolved engagement ages ago. She didn’t know what she hated to hear about more over lunch, the planned date of the one she had her first kiss with or the overheard plans of the scumbag who hoped to surprise her on some never to happen date. It seemed he was one of the only students not targeted by Potter, even when she once had tried to frame him for a slight against James, much to her disdain at how this was being allowed to continue.

Irritation and avoidance was palpable to any nearby any interaction of the two, and so as his elder brother tried to wiggle free of his date Regulus laid his own plot to handle the unwanted attention. Freeing up a full day to enjoy the shops for his hopefully sister to be. Him and Barty would move in a team to make this trap inescapable and the teen not to be discovered until the day was mostly over with to prevent any last minute races out to the magical shop filled city.

 …

 “Do you want anything Petunia?” Jewels had asked her sister with hold of the permission slip to Hogsmeade her parents signed for her. Again the words echoed in her ears while she had hold of three Knuts she hadn’t spent after buying a special pack of sparkling quills she wanted that would shimmer the ink the more excited one would get for some fun in keeping her lesson planner, diary and dream journals.

“You have your key, right?” Regulus said turning her head to have her furrow browed at him inside of Gladrags clothing shop.

“How’d you get… the boys snuck you,” and she shook her head at that fact and her having missed on coming here sooner if she’d just have bribed them or something like that earlier.

“Yup, wanted to check on you. You have your key?” Again she looked at him when he asked, “For Gringotts, your dad’s?”

“Why?”

“You can use it here, they’ll confirm it’s real and send the receipt to be settled out of the vault.”

“Like, a credit card?”

“That’s, a Muggle thing, I’m guessing. If it means you get the goods now and the funds are billed to the bank then yes. Vault can’t be bone dry or they wouldn’t give you a key until accounts are settled. Buy some things. Have some fun, just might lure another certain someone over.”

“If you’re talking about that Dolph guy who asked me-,”

His face grew serious and protective at the mention of that name, “That creep is dangling from a tower under knockout draught. Made sure to keep him away from your exploring day. No good that guy. Him and his friend Patricia give Binns nothing but trouble.”

“Well I don’t know who else you were aiming to mean then.” She said and he smirked at her. Instantly making her turn her head away as she pocketed the coins in reach for a special keychain she kept her theater coin and vault keys on.

“Whoever did I mean? We may never know.” He teased and slipped out of sight from a Professor passing by to hide behind Lucius Malfoy, who strode around a display to find some spare Quidditch training shirts he wouldn’t mind ruining, after having forgotten to pack some of his go to favorites before the semester began.

“Does your dad really have a car that can fly?” she asked the blonde, who looked her over aloofly at the out of place question. “Heard he did. Does it use a balloon, or a propeller to fly?”

“My father owns several models. None use balloons or, well, one has a decorative propeller, but he always complains it turns the car when it rains.” He said continuing on to his goal with a simple glance back as if she might be welcome to follow him if she cared to.

“Malfoys are old,” she said, and he blinked at her in the stop of his feet, “Your family records, are just trees, too, right? So you have missing names?”

“Not trees exactly, we have a family ledger and mural of plaques each generation inherits, like a chandelier of sorts to make for easier display. The only missing names we have are Witches burned during the Salem trial separation from the Muggles who sold their names in return for destruction of those who aimed to murder their bloodlines. We know their names, merely honor their wishes to not record them.”

“Oh, that sounds really unique. You wouldn’t happen to know of any spells on uncovering hidden names, would you?”

“You might wish to conference with Rudolphus Lestrange, his father is quite skilled in interrogations in the Ministry and Azkaban.”

“I will, thank you.”

“The day you wed Sirius I look forward to sight of your name etched into the link between the Malfoy and Black lines.” He said confident and smooth, continuing on to the shirts.

“Is your brother telling people we’re getting married?” she asked Regulus, who could only laugh at the look on her face.

“No.” Regulus answered still smiling.

“It is foretold in the stars, Saturn has crossed the Canus Major constellation within models according to Narcissa. Their models are most accurate.” Lucius explained.

He walked away again and she poked Regulus in the arm, “Tell your brother to keep his stars to himself.” Making Regulus chuckle again, “Next thing I know he’ll be buying me a wedding gown and planning a date off some ping pong ball model.”

“Um,” Regulus said following her on her way around a tall rack of clothes, “When he said model, it’s a person,” and she looked at him, “Sounds worse than it is, but they’re put in a meditative trance and they levitate within a circle to be oracle opposite a Kneazle familiar.”

“Kneazle?”

“Magical creature, it’s close to a cat. Your sister’s cat is half Kneazle.”

She reluctantly replied and asked, “Oh, nifty. Does it hurt it?”

“No, there’s a paper map of stars they touch with their feet where it matters. No pain, just some grogginess afterwards for an hour or so. I’ve done it for Mum before at concerning topics over supper.”

“So, it’s a group thing?”

“No,” he said haltingly, “But you have to be really powerful to do it alone.”

“Do, you die?”

“Worse, or what some would call, worse.” He answered. “You, aren’t you anymore. Something else, anyone else who can link out can link in to your mind.”

“Has that happened before?”

“The stars told our ancestors about it. When we die we join them, why we pick star names, they try to protect us as much as they can.”

“I wonder what my birth families’ traditions were.” She said haltingly.

“We’ll find out.” He reassured her. “We will.”

Once at the registers, Regulus stated in her nervous stance, “She has a vault to play purse.” Having stood there watching her armful of things be rung up to what felt to be a ridiculous sum to hear let alone count out.

Crystal and clear out of a drawer beneath the counter a tube was brought to be split apart at the hinge. Inside of it the key she placed there was secured in the snap shut. At the bleed of a green hue across the tube confirmation of a valid vault was silently voiced and over the receipt the tube was rolled to mark it with the vault information they would send out later.

“Thank you,” she about whispered to the return of the key, the receipt added to a special box that was emptied each day and she simply picked up her bags to move onto the next store.

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“I said I don’t want anything!” Lily sharply whispered back to her sister she left behind in the second hand book shop they’d crossed paths in. Severus however was grateful to have had her add the books he had been mulling over which to choose between them. And when his back was turned she had slipped a few more books into her collection to give away at a later date for gifts.

Sirius popping up at her side when she was looking over a couple jars of special seeds in an Herbology shop next on the walk had her add the repaired jars to her collection that continued to grow. “Found some box sets over here,” Remus said inside the following shop in his try to help her find a way to send a nice gift set home to her sister who was privately enjoying her previously gifted quill.

There was a glow about her in every new discovery, and that was what this was. Not a way to blow an inheritance but a hungered search of this still new world. And no matter the second glances she gave him, or times she tried to point out the girls staring daggers his way Sirius only wanted to see her and this spare time together.

Cocoa was offered, and as a group she accepted. Slightly more amused at the curiosity of how he intended to fit inside a booth with his own collection of bags he’d picked up along the way in not allowing her to miss a single thing that could draw out that same awed smile. No fights were allowed, meaning Barty took up a side job same as Alastor when they’d taken their rounds of the shops in turns to keep an eye out for not just James but now Lily as well after their earlier huffing moment. Nothing was going to spoil the first magical trip here for the girl of Sirius’ dreams.

Well, almost nothing, the explosion of pink shop he’d chosen complete with pink cocoa offered came awfully close. She might have picked him for a first kiss, but this obvious first date go to location almost had her race away to not let him get any ideas. Or her, if she had to be honest, what to think about the perplexing and irritating teen seemed to change by the hour. And that seemed to scare her more than the notion of his hand resting on the table so close to hers in pauses of conversation between refills on the warming rounds of drinks.

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Five more receipts were marked to be sent off and with an amusing amount of bags she walked with her equally amused friends who took the place of the now fled guys who covered Regulus’ trek back to school unseen. When they had split as well to keep savoring free time before supper Jewels alone went up to the Ravenclaw Tower to go through them and ready what she wished to be put away or washed before wearing. Lovingly the gift box was readied, complete with a letter to her elder sister. Secured with enchanted twine to keep it safe that she carried off to the Owelry where inside a parcel shrinking pouch it would be eased for her owl to carry off home.

More trips to Hogsmeade meant some more fun treat boxes to send back home to Petunia, who for no matter how much she wished to complain about magic things in a world she was excluded from, appreciated the gifts all the same at the thought to include her somehow. Smiling to herself Jewels took her time to get back to her room, stopping only at the sound of her sister Lily’s voice. “I can’t understand why you are using all that money from your birth parents. Petunia said that’s where you’re draining those coins from. Should be saving it in case you don’t make it on the stage.”

The tone and bite of Lily’s words had Jewels fire back, “I have more studying to do, just like you should be doing if you want to be an Auror. That has a high educational requirement and you’ve been slacking in classes. Certainly won’t take any OWLS beneath Exceeds Expectations, and you’ve got three A’s on your card I know of.” Lily’s jaw fell slack in a scoff just watching her sister keep on walking back to her dorm to go study. So very far from caving in to doing what was suggested, just in case Jewels had failed at her dream.

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An hour past curfew she’d not noticed blew by Jewels was sneaking out of the library and froze when she saw naked Alastor dart behind a statue at the sight of her. “Why are you naked?” she asked before she could help it and he cleared his throat to answer in a somewhat calmer tone than he felt his body hoped to use at the moment. “Haven’t you been sick the last month? You’ll catch your death and get sent to that Mungo’s place.”

“No, um, see, there’s a leaf you have to use. Under your tongue to become an Animagus for a month. Chose the Potoo bird, but um, you see, forgot the charm to call my clothes to me as I shift back.”

“Oh,” she said and drew her wand to help charm up a painted silk scarf of a set he used to make a sort of kilt to hasten alongside her with her word to keep his secret, but when he caught sight of Filch he shifted back into his Potoo form to land on her shoulder. A normal looking bird until the light of the lanterns ignited the solid black eyes to a yellow ring around a black pair of iris that sat a bit off center to aim outwards on each side. An odd bird that about had her in giggles keeping it together explaining she’d just lost track of time to the man on patrols who was staring right at the bird Mrs Norris was as well at his feet.

“Thanks,” Alastor said on the other side of the old storage closet he was changing inside of. “Ministry likes to have a record of Animagus forms. Longer I go without registering the better my spying chances are.”

She giggled to herself and replied from her place leaning on the wall outside the door, “Well, look like that you’d need a suited nickname. Mad eyes, that little ghost bird gawking at fiends.”

A step out the door when he’d finished he leaned to grin at her, “Mad Eye, aye, now that is a name to strike a reputation on. Thank you, I think I’ll keep it. Mad Eye Moody. Truly sublime for a man striking out for a career like mine will be.”

“Well, every actor needs a good stage name,” she joked drawing a chuckle from her agreeing friend.

“Now, that it does.” And they both began to walk the shortest way to the split of staircases that led up to both of their house towers.

.

The water seemed to still with the sisters, but to the creep of another Hogsmeade trip and a third secluded trip to the Hospital Wing for Jewels bubbles began to rise to the surface for more than just Lily.

A huff was the warning signal that had Severus inch a bit closer to the library table to focus on his notes for an upcoming exam. Lily in refusal to remain silent anymore in her frustration asked her oldest friend, “What do you think of Jewels spending all that money? You’re from the same town as her, you wouldn’t do that.” Severus chortled at that notion and she furrowed her brows at him.

“If I inherited money I’d go and rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron all summer and never go home again.” Before she could argue he continued, “You should let Jewels buy you something.”

Curtly she fired back, “I want nothing to do with that money!”

“Then tell her now before she goes buying you any gifts or prepare to strike up a war demanding proof of where funds for anything she gives you.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she argued and he chortled again.

Joking back, “Oh really? You wouldn’t let her loan you a quill the other day and had to barter one of your favorite hair clips for a set from that cockroach girl.” The words luring her to reach up to her flaming locks. Particularly the strip by her ear pooling more into her face than usual without the clip normally above her ear to hold it back.

“It’s not the same thing at all! I would never do that for holidays or a birthday, or something, and spoil the party for our family.”

“Sometimes I wish you would act like your family was here,” he sighed, shaking his head in a shift atop his seat to focus back on his notes again and stop talking about this.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked defensively.

“Just what I said, I wish you’d stop spoiling things. If you want to be close again then stop throwing mud on the fence she’s trying to mend, if not then go ahead and keep refilling that bucket of yours.” He answered without looking up.

“You’re not making sense Severus. And I never thought you would go and let someone buy your friendship so easily.” She just about hissed at him bitterly.

Pointedly he looked up at her, hands moving to gather his things to the rise of his body to stand. Without another word he picked up his things and began to leave the library to head to his dorm where she could not follow him without being barraged by insults by the his housemates. Remus though as soon as he exited the door took hold of Severus’ arm to pull him a few feet away to a secluded dip in the far wall between two open bowl lanterns burning hotly to light the shadows filling the hall even though it was not even noon.

“Jewels got taken to the Hospital Wing, third months this year, and two of the girls said this happened last year too! Madame Pomfrey sent me away, said there were special meds to brew up.” A bit quieter in a step closer Remus asked him, eyes flooded with concern, “Did she say I was able to scratch her or, anything else?”

“She wasn’t injured,” Severus answered, but fully grasped the concern Remus felt in hearing this was another possibly long bout in the Hospital Wing no one could seem to get an answer from her as to the reasoning why. “I will go check on her.” Left his lips and he made his way off to the same place he intended to go in the first place. “Ahem,” Severus turned Narcissa’s head from her own notes when he settled on the lounge she’d chosen in wait for Lucius who went to the kitchen for their afternoon tea.

“Hello Severus,” intrigue heavy in her tone aimed at the teen who usually kept his distance to focus on studies except for in group projects or Quidditch practices and games.

“Jewels is in the Hospital Wing, I was wondering if you might be willing to go slip in and see her while I distract Madame Pomfrey. Remus already has been turned away, and this seems to be a growing trend.”

Subtly she smirked at him and replied, “The source is obvious to any girl, Jewels is clearly fertile now and requires medication for unruly cycles. I warned Sirius and he is fetching her treats for Hogsmeade I am sworn to deliver on his behalf. They have a private room for these sorts of troubles and supply rooms for all the female student populace might require.”

“Hmm,” Severus said turning his head to find Lucius re-entering the common room with tea cart rolling behind him on its own loaded with tea and treats, looking to the darker haired teen currently but apparently innocently in his spot.

Narcissa chuckled to herself and added, “Apparently Veela and Morpher blood is complicating the search for a proper treatment, but they are growing closer, last month she was only in bed three days, poor dear.”

“Thank you, enjoy your tea.” Severus stood and nodded to Lucius in their passing so Severus could head to his room and write Remus a note to calm him down as for their dear friend who seemed to have her own monthly troubles to grapple with now. An issue he would also bring up to Lily and be completely perplexed as to how she took her own fairer troubles as sign some of the girls who took refuge in that room were making a mountain out of a molehill. A comment he had snapped at to force Lily to go and check on her sister, seeing for herself just how poorly her condition had grown in a matter of days, and not half as bad as it was without the medication she was given. But like always it would wane and she would have another three weeks to dread it coming on again with a new daily chewy dose to see how that took.

Pt 12

#Marauders Era #Jewelia Evans #Bernadette Claude #Sirius Black #Sirius Black Pining #Not so unrequited #Regulus Black #Lily Evans #Lucius Malfoy #Barty Crouch Jr #Tell your brother to keep his stars to himself #Petunia Evans #Hogsmeade shopping trip #spending spree #just like a credit card #Hogwarts

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

summary: sirius accidentally apparates into your bed instead of his.

w/c: 3.5k

notes: mutual pining, sirius is so jealous of jily, a few swears, suggestive moments, remus likes crosswords, soft! sirius

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sirius felt pathetic.

“i feel pathetic,” sirius whined, throwing himself on one of the potters’ cushy sofas. he buried his face in a decorative pillow and kicked his feet against the couch cushions.

“quit your little temper tantrum,” lily said, rolling her eyes. “it makes you look more pathetic.”

“which is shocking, because i didn’t think it could even get worse,” remus piped from his seat at the kitchen island, where he was doing yesterday’s daily prophet crossword.

“what’s a six-letter word and starts with an ‘s’ that could be similar to cowardly?” remus tapped his quill against his chin.

“scared?” said sirius.

“sirius?” said lily.

“hey, i’ll have you know that i am in fact a gryffindor, despite what my parents have to say about it!” sirius retorted, throwing his pillow at lily’s head blindly and missing.

“what the-” you were hit in the chest by a flying pillow as you wandered into the sitting room, looking for your friends. you identified sirius as the culprit. “are you serious?”

“why yes, i am!”

you rolled your eyes but with no real malice; instead, discarding the pillow to the side and flung yourself on top of sirius’ back with full force. he oomph’d at the sudden weight.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tucked your knees into his sides to pin him down. he protested meekly.

lily giggled as she watched sirius squirm under you as he pretended to be upset while you clung onto him triumphantly. sirius could’ve easily pushed you off, or even flipped you over, but he wasn’t going to complain about how close you were to him. no, sirius didn’t mind it one bit.

loud, thunderous footsteps could be heard bounding down the stairs as james made his presence known. euphemia trailed behind him, wary but amused.

“james, you can apparate now,” she chided. “why do you insist on causing such a ruckus every time you use the stairs?” 

“but muuuuum, last time i crashed into the clock and you were all upset. i’m just being cautious.” james smiled guiltily.

euphemia waved him off. “your friends combined make less noise than you do, james.” she sighed happily as she watched her mosh of children settle soundly into her home. remus was sleepily humming a muggle song, james had taken a seat by lily and was resting his head on her lap, while you and sirius continued to smother each other.

“remus, feel free to head upstairs anytime,” euphemia said sweetly. she looked towards your crowd. “and you all as well. there’s no rush, but it’s getting late and fleamont and i will be heading to bed soon.”

there was a chorus of thank yous as euphemia left, leaving the lot of you alone on the lower level. lily looked at you and quirked her head.

you nodded. “i think lily and i will start washing up as well; goodnight everyone!”

lily kissed james’ forehead. james’ blush was apparent even in the dimness of the evening.

sirius perked up as you slid off from his back with a laugh, hoping for a kiss too. the two of you were normally affectionate anyway, so it didn’t seem so demanding.

when you made no indication of giving sirius a goodnight kiss, he sat up and pouted theatrically. “what about me? can i have a kiss too?” he whined, pointing his chin at james, who looked smug.

you appraised sirius for a minute “hmm, let’s see. have you been a good boy today?” you tapped your chin like you were deep in thought.

sirius’ heart raced.

“i think so, yes,” you decided, stepping closer to the anxious boy. you pressed three fingers to your lips—it was better than nothing, sirius decided—and slapped him (gently!) across the face.

“there’s your kiss!” you grinned mischievously.

james and lily laughed, even earning a snort from remus, who was half-asleep already.

“hey, that wasn’t- you slapped me!” sirius stammered, feeling cheated. “look how nicely lily gave prongs his kiss! you conniving little minx!” sirius crossed his arms.

“ah, well lily and james are dating and we are very much not. you’ve got to be promoted to the boyfriend level to earn that kind of salary.”

lily nodded solemnly. “that’s true. and your resume must be strong, too. job offers can be very competitive these days, y’know? and your girl has a lot of applicants.” lily winked at you.

your girl, sirius thought. he liked that. “well, how can i apply?” sirius joked, looking up at you with raised brows.

you pinched his cheek endearingly. “oh sirius, you flirt. now goodnight, all.” lily took your hand and pulled you up the stairs, hushed whispers trailing behind you and the occasional giggle from lily. sirius sat on the couch, dazed.

“what in merlin’s name happened?” james hissed loudly. “what do you call that, pads?”

remus rubbed his eyes blearily and sat beside james. the two boys stared down sirius from their couch like they were courtroom judges and sirius was being interrogated. in a sense, he was.

“i- i don’t know! she just slapped me and then ignored what i said!” sirius exclaimed.

james shushed him. “you’re going to wake up the entire house!” 

remus sighed disappointedly. “are you two daft? she clearly thinks you’re flirting with her-”

“-i am!”

“-as a joke. you flirt with everyone, padfoot. coming from you, flirting is almost like… platonic behavior.”

“that literally makes no sense, you realize that, right?” sirius scoffed.

james hummed and shook his finger as he came to realization. “no, no. moony’s right-”

“-when am i ever not right?”

“-you flirt with all your friends. if you want to make it obvious you like her, you have to treat her differently. for you, that wouldn’t be flirting. it’d be more like…”

remus butted in. “domesticity, i think. little, genuine things that let her know you’ve been thinking of her. nothing too theatric; that’ll make her think you’re doing it jokingly too. you’ve got to be personal with her… vulnerable, even. yes, that’s it. you should be vulnerable. everybody knows loud, annoying padfoot-”

“-i am not annoying!”

“-but if you let her see you without all the exaggeration, she’ll know you really mean what you say.”

james and sirius looked at lupin, impressed. james shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts. “when did you become so wise, moony?”

remus smirked. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

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sirius couldn’t sleep. well, he was restless most nights, often plagued with nightmares or a constant stream of thoughts, but tonight he was simultaneously battling james’ snoring and remus’ rolling and shuffling around.

sirius groaned quietly, draping an arm over his eyes. he needed a break. with a quick breath, he apparated himself into the potter’s kitchen and poured himself a cup of juice, sipping quietly as he leaned against the counter.

living at james’ house was like living on the moon. at home, sirius never got to decide when he wanted to sleep. he wasn’t allowed to brush his teeth with his friends and get foam all over the counter, or nibble on a secret stash of sweets at midnight, much less leave his room to raid the fridge.

when sirius finished his juice, he wrapped up his late night escapade with a quick scourgify and a quiet sigh. once again, he apparated upstairs to avoid the creaky staircase.

sirius had made a grave error.

“what the-” you sputtered for the second time that night. “sirius?”

sirius looked down at your sleeping figure. this time, he was the one sitting on top of your body, though he was considerably heavier than you were.

“lumos,” you whispered. “sirius, what the hell are you doing here?” you tried to sound scolding, but your voice came out slurred and bleary as you tried to blink yourself awake.

“i- i don’t know! i tried apparating back to-”

“shhh!” you furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing him by the neckline of his shirt and pulling him into bed beside you. “you’ll wake lily! thank godric she’s a deep sleeper.”

you huffed, pushing yourself upright. while the boys were crammed into james’ room, you and lily were sharing the guest bedroom which housed two larger twin sized beds. there was just enough space for sirius to move off your chest and to your side.

“i’m sorry, i went downstairs for a drink and i must’ve apparated to the wrong place or something-”

“clearly! how on earth did you manage that?”

“i don’t know! i’m tired, alright?” he punctuated his words with a big yawn.

“you know,” you began, a smug look growing on your face. “you have to envision where you want to go when you’re apparating. thinking of me in bed, are you now?”

sirius gulped, burning with nerves at your close proximity. “n-no! i mean, it’s not that i haven’t thought about- shit, i mean- uh, i can go now, if you want.”

you laughed breathily. “you’re good, siri.” you yawned. “maybe… maybe you should stay here for the night. i don’t want you to splinch yourself if you’re tired.”

sirius chewed his lower lip, admiring the side of your face as you fiddled with the edge of your blanket. he was wordless as he tried to steady his breathing.

you turned your head suddenly with wide eyes and met his. “you don’t have to, of course! i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, i just thought-”

“no- oh no, i mean, yes! yes, i’ll stay. i’d love- like to stay. i appreciate it,” he smiled, eyes flickering across your face. you hadn’t realized how close the two of you really were; you could easily kiss him bump heads if you leaned in. of he shuffled a bit closer to you and his thigh brushed yours. “sorry, the bed’s a little small.”

your mouth formed a little O as you scooted over as well, making more room for him. “i hadn’t realized—here, you can have some more space. you’re bigger anyway.”

the two of you awkwardly adjusted as sirius slipped under the covers. he punched the pillow a few times and cozied into a comfortable position. his body faced yours; his breath fanned over your skin.

“hey,” you whispered giddily.

“hi,” he echoed, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too largely. sirius’ face seemed to melt into something soft—it was a vulnerability you’d never seen from him—as he gazed at you. he almost seemed to marvel at you.

“you’re so beautiful, y’know?” sirius murmured, brushing a few loose hair from your face. when he was finished, he didn’t pull his hand away. instead, he let it cup your cheek gently as he began to rub little semicircles into your skin with his thumbs.

“that means a lot, coming from the prettiest boy i know.” you placed your hand on top of his, hooking his thumb between yours to stop the movement. “my pretty boy, hm?”

your eyelids fluttered. sirius wasn’t sure if you were fully present; you looked half asleep. still, your words made his heart flutter, even though he knew he shouldn’t take them to heart.

“my best girl,” sirius cooed, slipping his hand out from under yours to wrap it around your shoulder instead. he pulled you closer to his chest and you eagerly obliged until the two of you were completely pressed together. you sighed in contentment.

sirius pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “g’night, lovely. i- i love you.”

you responded with a soft snore.

--

click! a bright flash and twinkling laughter made you open your eyes. you squinted at the harsh light—had somebody left the blinds open? you groaned, making a note for tonight.

you buried your head into your pillow, inhaling a deep breath of the potters’ laundry detergent. you knew the family was rich, but were they so rich that their detergent smelled this heavenly? they must’ve put some sort of spell on the bedding. it was rich; a little smokey, with notes of spice that reminded you of christmas cooking. you smiled to yourself, nuzzling closer. the potters were sweet to invest in something that’d make you feel welcome in their house. you’d never felt so at home.

click! another flash. a chuckle, but deeper and decidedly male. you hummed with annoyance at the interruptions.

your pillow was moving. did the potters enchant the pillows as well?

“dove?” sirius’ raspy morning voice mumbled into your ear. the vibrations tickled your skin and sent goosebumps running down your arms. 

“sirius?” you exclaimed. the ‘enchanted pillow’ was not a pillow at all, it seemed. it was your best friend longtime crush, whose body you’d been cuddling up to all night. well, shit.

“did y’get a good one?” james’ voice floated through the room.

“oi, shut up, prongs. ‘m trying to sleep,” sirius grumbled. he didn’t seem to care about the intimacy of your position. instead, he only tightened his hold on your waist and even brought his other arm to rest at the name of your neck, which allowed him to settle his chin on the crown of your head. you could hear—and feel—the steady thumping of his heart.

as you awoke, you became more aware (and more horrified) at how you’d fallen asleep. one of your legs was bent over his, and his hands were carded through the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“holy shit,” you muttered, pulling sirius’ hands off of you. “sirius, wake up. i think they’re taking pictures of us.” you looked up at james, lily, and remus. “-those little shits.”

“huh?” sirius jolted awake, his arm never leaving your waist. “what in merlin’s name-”

james snickered. “you two seem to have had a good night, eh?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“shuddup, prongs,” sirius retorted. “get your head out of the gutter.”

“sirius…” lily ribbed, pursing her lips in amusement.

any annoyance on sirius’ face vanished and was quickly replaced by pure terror. “oh fuck,” he grimaced, before throwing the sheets off his body and running awkwardly to the bathroom while adjusting his pants.

your face heated. lily came by your side, practically in stitches, and you squeaked in shock. james went jogging after sirius, yelling suggestive comments unabashedly.

“so, what was that?” remus probed, sitting on the corner of your bed where sirius had just been laying.

“he was wearing clothes, alright? stop- don’t make this weird,” you pleaded.

“we didn’t say anything about states of undress,” lily chided, looking triumphantly at remus, who sighed.

“what’s it to you, anyway?” you pushed yourself out of bed, fussing with your hair momentarily as you tried to tame your bedhead. “‘s none of your business.”

“oh, but it is. james owes me three galleons,” lily announced. “and remus is coughing up eight sickles.”

“you bet on me?”

“well, not on you, perse,” lily backtracked. “on you and sirius’ relationship. so technically, that’s not either of you. it’s a relationship. aaaanyways, remus thought you were going to get together before summer break, i guessed during the second day of staying here, and james guessed at the end of our stay. and i was right! well, i was a couple hours off. but i still win.”

you closed your eyes, unable to process the audacity of your friends. “you lot are cheeky assholes, y’know that?”

“oh, we know. but these ‘cheeky assholes’ have blackmail now,” lily smirked.

“or, photos and a good story for your wedding,” remus piped in. lily nodded her head eagerly.

“i didn’t take you for a romantic, lupin,” you mumbled, beginning to dig through your clothes and change out of your pajamas. “what time is it, anyway?”

“nine-thirty!” lily chirped, placing emphasis on each number. “we let you two sleep in. it was cute.”

“we aren’t cute.”

“aha! so there’s a ‘we’ now!” james cheered from the doorway. sirius had returned in his normal clothes, still looking a little flustered. you averted your eyes.

“‘m gonna change. goodbye, twats.” you shuffled down the hallway. as much as you pretended to be annoyed by your meddling friends’ antics, you smiled uncontrollably as you heard them interrogate sirius next, who did a much worse job of hiding his feelings.

feelings. were there feelings? and james’ question still stood. was there a ‘we?’

“i’m starving,” james whined, clutching his stomach dramatically. “if we keep pushing off breakfast, i’m going to be too weak for quidditch season next year.”

lily rolled her eyes. “you big baby. c’mon remus, let’s leave the toddler here and make something for ourselves.” lily linked her arm through remus’ and made a big show of trotting away, with james scrambling after them desperately.

when you came to the kitchen, your friends were still fighting playfully over lily’s taunts. “i am not a big baby!” james complained.

“you’re literally throwing a fit right now!” lily laughed, shoving him with her shoulder. you laughed alongside her as you watched james stumble.

sirius, though he’d always found james’ embarrassment to be funny, didn’t laugh. he was watching you, smiling hopelessly at the way your laugh seemed to pierce his senses more sharply than the brightness of the sun, noticing the way your body shook a little from the enthusiasm of your happiness, and staring longingly at your parted lips.

remus thwaked sirius in the back of the head with the most updated copy of the daily prophet. “stop staring like a fucking idiot and do something,” he hissed. sirius found himself pushed off his chair as remus slipped in with a pencil in hand, already immersed in his crossword.

“siri, y’alright?” you giggled, noticing sirius’ unusual quietness and the odd, hazy look in his eyes.

“yeah! ‘m all good.” sirius startling slightly. “thanks, dove.”

sirius made his way beside you and again, wrapped his arm around your waist. you shivered. “are you cold?” sirius asked.

“ah- no. you’re just- you make me nervous,” you said hesitantly. 

sirius’ words were slow, calculated. “in a good way or bad way?” he looked down at you and raised his eyebrows questioningly. he bent down and lowered his voice. “‘cos i’m really hoping it’s a ‘sirius black, you give me butterflies and i’m madly in love with your charisma, luscious hair, and gorgeous face,’ type’a way.”

“ugh,” you groaned, pushing against his chest playfully as your face burned. sirius only strengthened his hold on you. “you wish, black,” you sniffed, tipping your chin up at him haughtily. but then your teasing smile dropped into something intense and genuine. you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

so, sirius did the speaking for you. cupping your pointed chin in a delicate hand, sirius lowered his head until his lips brushed over yours—just barely. he smilled, his breath warming the planes of your face as he held himself still.

pulling sirius closer down to you by the fabric of his shirt, you dusted your lips across his for a fleeting moment. you pulled away almost immediately, panicking at what you’d just done. sirius shook his head, amused, and pulled you in once more, pressing his lips against yours firmly and holding you there, supported and assured, until you melted comfortably into his mouth.

“siri…” you gasped, pulling away. “oh my merlin, sirius?” you called, chewing your kiss-swollen lip as you watched sirius sway hazily in his spot. he was muttering silent words.

“pads!” james hollered. “way to go, padfoot!” he slammed his hand into the back of sirius’ head.

“ow, what the fuck, mate?” sirius rubbed the spot that james had attacked.

“you dog!” lily shrieked, running around the counter to throw herself at you and wrangle you around excitedly. it seemed that your friends were more passionate about the kiss than you two were.

well, that wasn’t true. the two of you were a bit too dizzy to appreciate the excitement of it all.

from remus’ position at the stove, two eggs came magically whizzing through the air and cracked themselves on top of james and lily’s heads.

“moony! what the hell was that for?” lily sputtered.

“i just did a hair mask last night!” james complained.

remus rolled his eyes, nonchalantly waving his wand over the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. “leave the two of ‘em be. i’m sure you’ll have plenty of moments to see them snogging in the future.” remus turned towards the two of you, looking bashful. sirius had given you his hand to hold and you were fiddling with his fingers. he looked very pleased.

remus sighed exasperatedly, before turning back to his eggs. “now you two get out! you’re killing my appetite.”

you and sirius looked at each other, and with bright, childish giggles, you ran out of the kitchen with sirius on your heels. remus huffed grumpily, waving his wand again to scramble the eggs, but unbeknownst to his friends, he cracked a satisfied smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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My fics on AO3

Alright, so I deleted my AO3 account a few months ago (thinking I was done with this) and orphaned all of my works. Well, now I deeply regret that. But I have collected as many of them as I could find here for anyone who's interested.

Jegulus/Starchaser

Temptation Eyes (Now Complete!) - My Jegulus Regency AU. Completed, being posted one chapter twice a week. James enters the London season hoping to find a wife. What he finds instead is Regulus Black, and he never looks back. But as implied by the era, it won't be easy for them. Background wolfstar, shown as a different approach to a queer relationship in the regency era.

Get Regulus Out - 82k, Rated M, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Working Through Trauma, No War/Riddle AU, background Wolfstar, background Marylily. James tries to convince Regulus to leave Grimmauld Place as Sirius once did, and save himself from his parents.

How to Spot Signs of Jealousy - 4k, fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, miscommunication. After Regulus gets fed up with people asking him out because of his family name, he and Barty agree to fake date. For some reason, James Potter seems livid...and Regulus can only guess that it's because he's homophobic. That's got to be it, right?

But Where's Regulus - 1k. James on laughing gas after getting his wisdom teeth taken out and talking about how much he likes Regulus

Waking Up Slowly - 2k. James wakes up in bed with Regulus in the Gryffindor dorm, something Sirius might not take kindly to.

I've Read Your Book - 1k. Two one shots based on the same premise: Writer!James didn't even know Regulus knew about his book, let alone had read it, but Regulus comes up to him and says "I've read your book" aka the most exciting words of all time to start a conversation for a writer.

Little Ball of Fire - 1k. Regulus gets into an argument with Snape. Regulus begins threatening him, so James picks Regulus up and carries/drags him out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

Prongsfoot/Bambibelle

What's in a Name - 5k, Soulmates AU, secret crush. In a world where soulmates exist and can identify each other by the feeling they get when they say each other's names, it's pretty easy to identify who your soulmate is. But for Sirius and James who only call each other by their nicknames, it takes a while to finally know.

The Bachelorette - 15k, mutual pining, Bachelorette AU. Sirius and James are both cast as contestants on the Bachelorette. Although their stated goal was to woo Lily and capture her heart, they don’t quite manage it. They fall for each other instead.

A Real Marriage Under Wizarding Law - 6k, mutual pining, fake/pretend relationship, drunken shenanigans. Sirius and James get a quickie drunken marriage in Knockturn Alley. When they wake up in the morning, they decide not to get it annulled so that they can save Sirius from an arranged marriage.

The Only Transfer Students to Ever Come to Hogwarts - 9k, arranged marriage, hijinx, angst with a happy ending. Sirius is upset to learn that not only does he have to transfer to a new school, but his parents have set up an arranged marriage for him. James assures him that's impossible, but Sirius knows his parents don't make empty threats. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

The Smell of Water - 4k, Amortentia, idiots in love. Sirius and James argue about what they're smelling without realizing that there's Amortentia in the room. When Sirius realizes, he becomes a whole mess about it. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

Wolfstar

Wolfstar Microfics Theme: Love - 8k, a collection of 22 microfics themed around love

6x James Found Out, and 1x Harry Did - 10k. Six ways James could have learned about Sirius and Remus' secret relationship, and one way Harry could have learned about it. *This is specifically ATYD fanfiction, and it's set in that universe.

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Moonstruck - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 138

“So. I heard Angela Martins has a crush on our dear Remus,” James spoke as he settled cross-legged on his bed, beaming at the other three boys.

Sirius felt his head snap up. “What?”

James grinned conspiratorially, completely unaware of the way Sirius’s stomach was doing uncomfortable somersaults. “Yeah. She’s all moonstruck for Moony,” he cooed at Remus, who was smiling politely.

“She’s fit, Remus,” Peter piped up. Sirius resisted the urge to slap him. It wasn’t like he knew. “You should ask her out.”

All eyes turned to Remus as Sirius held back a grimace.

But Remus just shrugged vaguely. “I prefer dark hair,” he muttered, eyes flickering towards Sirius for just a second before looking determinedly down.

It was his heart that was doing gymnastics in his chest now.

What was that supposed to mean?

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james being sirius’ wingman

lily being remus’ wingwoman.

james and lily deciding to work together to get wolfstar together since they’re always pining and it’s very annoying.

lily realizing she actually likes james.

JILY AND WOLFSTAR!!!

#this is all over the place #but like i think y’all getting #wolfstar pining bringing together jily!!! #love to see it #marauders era #marauders #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #jily #wolfstar #james x lily #lily x james #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #flowerpott #james & sirius #remus & lily