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unedited! haven’t posted writing since i’ve been busy so here
Remus wakes up slowly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he opens them to an unfamiliar room. He startled a bit, but the dull ache in his stomach combined with the lingering exhaustion, even after a full night of sleep, made him not want to get up.
He takes in his surroundings, at the crates lining the walls of the- was it a bunker? -that he was currently in. On the left side of the room, he spots a person. They’ve got their back towards him, currently slumped and looking at something in their hands. They’ve got shoulder-length slightly wavy black hair, pale skin from what he can see of his arms.
The person turns around, apparently heading the blanket rustle as Remus tried to look properly. They’ve got startlingly light grey eyes, the kind of eyes that made you want to look at them. As Remus watched, the color swims and he finds himself trying to decide whether it’s more blue or grey, then more green or blue, then is that silver? Remus quickly shakes himself out of his trance, opting to look at a different part of their face.
They smirked at him, as Remus found his eyes tugged to the soft, red lips currently pulled into a slightly mocking expression. “Well hello there, sleeping beauty,” The person remarked, they’re voice a mix of a British accent but somehow a southern drawl? God, they’d already made Remus question so much and he hadn’t even properly met them.
“Where am I?” Remus asks unsteadily, ignoring their snarky remark before. The person just raised an eyebrow.
“Proper introductions first. I’m Sirius Black. …Male.” He draws out his hand, something stiff and formal and not at all what Remus would expect from them.
He awkwardly move to pull back his hand after Remus doesn’t take it for a moment, but Remus grabs it at the last second. “Remus Lupin.” Remus says, glancing at a sliver line across Sirius’ palm, but deciding not to mention it, knowing how many scars he had and how he wouldn’t want to be confronted about them either.
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birthday treats
belated gift for harry’s birthday: starchaser dads and harry’s first birthday! [and not when they die. that’s for another time 😈]
Regulus is pacing through the flat, furiously muttering to himself and checking things off on his fingers, the same thing he’s been doing for the past 20 minutes.
“Love, relax,” James says from the couch. “He’s one, he won’t even remember it.”
Regulus gives him a look of pure exasperation. “That’s not the point! You aren’t helping! It’s not just him, it’s everything. And what about the photos? James, go check the kitchen.”
James trudges slowly into the kitchen. “I’ve already checked it twenty times,” he mutters, then, so Regulus can’t hear and get any more angry, “Sometimes I wonder why I married you. You were never this bitchy when we were dating.” It’s not entirely true, but close enough.
Instead of going to the kitchen, however, he walks upstairs to wake Harry, figuring that seeing him might cheer Regulus up. Harry, as quite a happy baby, wakes without much protest.
As James walks back down the stairs and into the living room, he slowly walks toward Regulus, seeing as his eyes soften seeing his son and grinning inwardly. His plan was working.
Regulus takes Harry into his hands, cradling him like he’s as fragile as glass, and James takes a moment to admire the sight. He smiles, and then nudges Regulus. “C’mon, we’ve got ten minutes, let’s play with Harry?”
James can tell that he wants to protest, about the mess of toys and the unchecked kitchen, but he doesn’t, instead opting to sit on the couch and ask Harry what he wants to play with.
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birthday treats
belated gift for harry’s birthday: starchaser dads and harry’s first birthday! [and not when they die. that’s for another time 😈]
Regulus is pacing through the flat, furiously muttering to himself and checking things off on his fingers, the same thing he’s been doing for the past 20 minutes.
“Love, relax,” James says from the couch. “He’s one, he won’t even remember it.”
Regulus gives him a look of pure exasperation. “That’s not the point! You aren’t helping! It’s not just him, it’s everything. And what about the photos? James, go check the kitchen.”
James trudges slowly into the kitchen. “I’ve already checked it twenty times,” he mutters, then, so Regulus can’t hear and get any more angry, “Sometimes I wonder why I married you. You were never this bitchy when we were dating.” It’s not entirely true, but close enough.
Instead of going to the kitchen, however, he walks upstairs to wake Harry, figuring that seeing him might cheer Regulus up. Harry, as quite a happy baby, wakes without much protest.
As James walks back down the stairs and into the living room, he slowly walks toward Regulus, seeing as his eyes soften seeing his son and grinning inwardly. His plan was working.
Regulus takes Harry into his hands, cradling him like he’s as fragile as glass, and James takes a moment to admire the sight. He smiles, and then nudges Regulus. “C’mon, we’ve got ten minutes, let’s play with Harry?”
James can tell that he wants to protest, about the mess of toys and the unchecked kitchen, but he doesn’t, instead opting to sit on the couch and ask Harry what he wants to play with.
#marauders era#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#baby harry#harry james potter#harry potter
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I SWEAR IM WORKING ON STUFF 😭😭
super busy rn but im writing a rosekiller one so
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for @jegulus-microfic’s prompt champagne, july 30, w/c 321
Regulus slowly walks up the stairs to the bedroom. James knows this because his footsteps echo as he moves through the house.
James sits up slowly, grabbing his glasses and placing them on his face, world immediately clearer. He hears the footsteps stop directly outside the door, and then a pause of about a minute. Then, a tentative knock.
James calls out a quick “Come in!” And turns toward the door, straightening out the rumpled duvet. Regulus walks in, looking like a dog who’d done something bad and come back with his tail between his legs. James normally played that role in the relationship, so it was different seeing Regulus look like that.
“Sorry.” Regulus mumbles. James looks at him attentively, waiting for him to continue. “I- it was shitty of me not to tell you.” James gives a nod, for no other reason then pettiness.
“And I know Barty wouldn’t have told. But- yeah, I should’ve told you.” Regulus pauses, and James begins to speak.
“I mean, it’s like you expected us to pop a bottle of fucking champagne. Then just move on.” Regulus hung his head, knowing it was true. “And- what was that whole “I didn’t asked to be saved shit?” James adds.
“Not my fault you have a savior complex!” Regulus snaps, face flushed. James just narrows his eyes.
“Okay. Sorry. I just meant, well… I dunno what I meant. I didn’t think. Sorry.” Regulus adds.
“Stop apologizing,” James mumbles. “Sorry as well. For, y’know, snapping at you and such. I was just annoyed.”
Regulus gives a small smile, but he stays in the doorway. James knows it’s a result of his upbringing, the way he never feels as though anything really belongs to him. “C’mere, darling,” James says in a soft voice, drawing Regulus to him when he’s close enough.
He combs his hand through his lovers’ curls, snuggling him to his chest, in comfortable silence.
#marauders era#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#james and regulus#james loves regulus#james brotherfucking potter#regulus x james
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hey! i’ve got a quick update on this and @seventiesdeadgaywizards. i’m currently working on something i’m very excited for, i’ll provide details under the cut, but first. i probably won’t be posting anything there save for possibly ‘Kiwi’, so don’t expect that. I hope to have the first chapter of my current WIP out soon [tomorrow if i stay up all night like i probably will]. just send an ask on this or that account if you want updates, happy to provide! it’ll have snippets here and be fully posted to ao3, where it will be available without an account. thanks for reading!
details: [spoilers! not much but vaguely]
it’s a rosekiller fic, mainly angst, and smut. barty has flight anxiety so warning for that and drinking. the background ships are starchaser, wolfstar, and pandalily, all established. don’t wanna include too many details but yeah! asks are my fav and if you want spoilers, to an extent i’ll allow dm’s!
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heyyyy so
wolfstar furniture shopping for their new apartment but platonic
but ✨tEnSiOn✨
shopping and sexual tension
warnings: suggestive? mutual pining
genre: fluff
pairing: remus lupin x sirius black
word count: 380+
a/n: really liked this one and decided to make it a series so look out for more parts!
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Sirius lay flat on the mattress. They’d come to John Lewis on the underground, getting off at Oxford station. Even though they knew it was way out of budget and they’d probably just use IKEA and Amazon, it was still fun to look. They were moving into they’re apartment building since school had finished, as roommates and nothing more, Remus reminded himself.
Remus was leaning against the wall, watching him as he spreads out then moves his legs together and crosses his arms under his head. “Cmon, Moons, try the mattress!” Sirius says, patting the spot next to him.
Remus sighs, laughing a bit. “Sirius, we both know we can’t afford that.”
“Yes, but they don’t know that,” Sirius says with what he thinks is a furtive glance towards the workers.
Remus laughs again, shaking his head that he won’t come.
Sirius sits up, pouting, and grabs Remus’s arm. He pulls him down onto the mattress, his laying flat and Remus on top. He probably wouldn’t have been able to pull Remus if he wasn’t caught off guard, anyways.
However, they were now in a very awkward Sirius-pinned-against-the-mattress situation. Remus exhales softly, realizing how close their faces have become and how he could close the gap with hardly any effort. Sirius’ eyes seem to widen underneath him as well, and before long Remus is glancing at his friends’ lips, tinted red and plump and fucking bitable.
Remus inhales sharply, trying to clear the thoughts from his head as he sits up with an awkward, “Yeah, I think this mattress is a bit too soft.”
Sirius seems startled by the sudden move, but eventually sits up as well, clearing his throat and fixing his hair. “I like soft mattresses fine,” he says, embarrassed by the way his voice quivers. He’s done this plenty of times. For fucks sake, he’d been a fuckboy. Normally he would have… closed the distance. But with Remus it was- different.
Good different.
Sirius realizes he hasn’t been able to register anything Remus has said in the past few minutes. He glances towards him and sees the taller boy giving him a concerned look. Sirius stands up. “Cmon, let’s go home.” He tries to ignore the way Remus side-eyes him as well as ignoring the obvious tension.
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forever young
Barty’s eyes begin to water, dropping to his knees in front of the prone body in front of him. A few meters away a man was staggering around clutching his eye, but Barty could care less.
He moves Evan’s golden curls aside, but they weren’t golden anymore- they were stained red with blood. “Bee!” Evan squeals, along with a hysterical laugh. “Bee’s here!”
Barty looks down at him, tears falling from his eyes. “Yep. Bee’s here.” He says, quiet, taking Evan’s hand in his. “Hi Rosy.” He murmurs.
Evan gives him an insane-looking grin. “So many Bees! See, one, two, three…” With every number he points at different angles in the air, and at three he points at Barty. Suddenly, Evan’s face contorts in pain. “It hurts, Bee. Hurts so bad.” He whimpers out, hand pawing at Barty’s chest, as if trying to get a good hold on something.
This statement drags Barty’s attention to the thin cut across his forehead. He knows that isn’t what’s killing him, but he can’t bear to look and see what else is paining him. He wipes away the blood. “M’sorry, Rosy. Wish it didn’t hurt.” He takes Evan’s hand in his.
Evan is consoled by this physical touch. “Bee. Bee. I-“ He cuts off his statement, letting out another pained whimper.
“What’s wrong, Rosy?” Barty whispers. He knows knows it’s near the end now, and he’s trying and failing to hold on to his hand and be reassuring. He strokes Evan’s hand, feeling as the sticky blood transfers over. It makes him shudder slightly.
“Bee.. Bee-temius…” Evan does a weak little laugh as he combines the nickname with his real name.
“That’s me, Ev,” Barty murmurs.
“Bee, I love you…” These words are said with such conviction, unlike his recent almost hysterical manner.
Then Barty witnessed something that will repeat on his head for the rest of his life.
His eyes go vacant.
His cheeks go pale.
Jaw slack.
Barty lets put a choked sob, “No! Rosy, no, we had to get married… and have a big house… and finally adopt a cat like you wanted… why the fuck didn’t we adopt a cat?!” Barty wails, tears trailing down his face as he shakes his unmoving body. “I love you, Rosy…” His voice trails off.
He lifts a shaking hand to close his lover’s eyelids, making him look so peaceful he could almost be asleep.
Then he gets up, head angles downward and shadow over his face apart from his mouth. he lunges at the eyeless man from before, stabbing a knife through his arm.
Clean through.
The man looks in shock with his one eye before promptly apparating away.
With one last glance at the body and the deep chest wound he hadn’t allowed himself to look at before, Barty decided he would get his revenge.
He was sure of it.
For Evan lay there.
Lifeless.
Forever young.
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for @jegulus-microfic’s prompt kitchen, july 22, w/c 256
Regulus had just come home from the hospital, and they were arguing in the kitchen. “Why are you so angry at me? I just almost died!” Regulus had told James.
James yelled back, “And you would have been fucking dead if I hadn’t come, no thanks to yourself!”
Regulus knew it was true. “Fuck off! I didn’t asked to be saved!” He didn’t know why he said it. It just slipped out. He hadn’t meant it. Right?
The hurt and pain once again painted against James’ face for all to see caused guilt to spring up inside Regulus. “You didn’t tell me where you were! You wrote this heartbreaking note and said nothing! I looked for the friend you told, the one that you trusted more than me. Well spoiler alert, Bartemius is a fucking death eater! You think I’m more likely to tell than him?” His voice echoes as he yells and he then turns on his heel, walking out of the kitchen.
Regulus stands rigid as he watches him walk out, feeling as though someone had just taken his heart out of his chest, thrown it on the ground and stomped on it. He knew Barty wouldn’t tell. But why hadn’t he told James? He couldn’t think of a good reason now.
His pride was too big to walk after him, but he wanted more than anything to kneel on the ground, to beg for forgiveness, to apologize again and again. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t think of a good reason for that either.
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for @jegulus-microfic’s prompt rest, july 21, w/c 278
Regulus sits up, confused with where he now lays under fluorescent lights in a painfully white room, taking in his surroundings.
James sits in a chair near the wall, his curly hair messed up and looking tired. He was looking back at Regulus, but not saying anything.
“I- is- how did I get here?” Regulus finally asks, running a hand through his hair, which must be an absolute nightmare right now.
“I tracked down your friend Bartemius. He told me where you were, since you wouldn’t tell me yourself.” His voice was cold with slight anger, but there was also- hurt? Guilt? Regulus couldn’t tell.
“Oh. Barty told you?” Regulus says, voice quiet and slightly cautious.
“Yes, he did.” James’ tone was borderline irritated, and Regulus was surprised. Normally he was a bit impatient but never irritable, especially towards Regulus.
Regulus stays silent for a minute. “What happened?” His memory seems to have a few gaps, including the reason he’s currently in a muggle hospital.
“I found a note. Talked to Sirius. Found Bartemius. Found you drowning in a goddamn fucking cave.” James’ voice is full of poorly disguised anger that would be comical in a different situation.
Regulus memory comes back to him like a tidal wave, and be shoots back up so fast he gets dizzy. “Where’s the-?”
“The locket thing you tried to die for? Here,” James says, pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to Regulus. “I’ve got to go. Get some rest.” He adds.
Regulus clears his throat awkwardly. “Alright. See you.”
James walks out, and Regulus feels guilty for the amount of pain on his features, once again registering how tired he looks.
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hellooo
do you think maybe you can do a marlene mckinnon x reader where marlene is jealous of someone who is flirting with the reader and gets all clingy and stuff and reader thinks it’s adorable and reassures marlene she has nothing to worry about thxxx
jealousy
warnings: jealousy, alcohol, use of ‘love’ and ‘gorgeous’ on reader, parties
genre: i guess angst, fluff
pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader
word count: 530+
a/n: i actually hardly ever write marlene so this was fun! and sorry about the name i have absolutely no idea what to call it 😭
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It was late on Friday night at a party, and you’d had a bit to drink. Okay, a bit was an understatement, but you still weren’t fully drunk. You’d told Marlene that you were going to get more drinks, and as you walk over to the bar, you notice a well-dressed Slytherin that you recognized from your Potions class. He’s looking at you, and you try to avoid eye contact, although it’s hard.
When you get to the bar and begin ordering drinks, the same guy from earlier walks over. He leans against the bar, looking at you, then gives you a flirty grin. “Can I buy you a drink, gorgeous?”
Your eyes widen slightly, but as he says it you realize that you’ve got an opportunity to get a free drink. After a moment of consideration, you answer; “Sure, that would be nice.” You try to keep your response non-flirty but not to the extent that he’d notice.
He asks what you’d like, and you tell him Marlene’s order. He buys it for you, and he exchanges [mostly one-sided] flirty banter with you. You laugh at his jokes and answer his questions, but after a few minutes you can feel Marlene’s eyes on you two.
Once you tell him you’ve got to go, he writes down his number on a napkin and hands it to you, with a simple ‘Call Me’ written on the top.
He was still standing there when Marlene stomps over, death glaring him and immediately grabbing onto your arm. “Hello, Love, who’s this?” She asks, tone possessive and still staring at the guy even as she talks to you.
You have to bite down on a laugh at the adorable pout she makes, nose scrunched up. “I- this is… I didn’t get your name, actually?” You ask the guy, still holding in a laugh.
“Evan,” he answers, expression confused at Marlene’s use of a pet name and the way she just walked over.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Evan.” You say, smiling. “This is Marlene.” You introduce.
“She’s your…?” He trails off with a questioning look on his face.
“Girlfriend.” You finish with a grin, trying not to be too cocky. You then hand the glass to her, still admiring her cute jealousy.
“Oh.” He says, eyes widening. “Okay. Well then. Nice meeting you.” He walks off, towards a group of other Slytherin’s.
You dissolve into giggles at the combination of his reaction and abrupt walking away, and Marlene’s possessiveness.
You turn to her, smiling as she still glares in his direction, clutching her glass with white knuckles. “You look like you want to explode his head,” You laugh.
“I’m trying.” She mutters, still not breaking her staring contest with the back of his head. “He was practically undressing you with his eyes!”
“He wasn’t, Marls,” You say with an eye roll. “Plus, I’d never leave you for him.”
“You say that now…” She says, narrowing her eyes at him.
You press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re so cute when you're jealous.”
“Am not!” She protests, finally looking at you and crossing her arms across her chest.
You giggle. “You’re jealous, and a terrible liar at that. Now c’mon, finish your drink and let’s dance.”
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hey! i’m actually moving tomorrow so if anyone wants to request anything that will be published by tomorrow nows the time to do it! here’s what i write ❤️
x reader:
sirius black x reader
james potter x reader
remus lupin x reader
marlene mckinnon x reader
lily evans x reader
mary macdonald x reader
regulus black x reader
dorcas meadowes x reader
pandora lestrange/rosier x reader
ships:
barty x evan
regulus x james
marlene x dorcas
mary x lily
sirius x remus
barty x james
pandora x lily
mary x pandora x lily
these are just ones i’m most comfortable with but if you request others i’ll probably do them anyways! thank you and appreciate you
#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#regulus black x reader#marlene mckinnon x reader#lily evans x reader#mary macdonald x reader#dorcas meadowes x reader#pandora rosier x reader#pandora lestrange x reader#rosekiller#starchaser#jegulus#dorlene#marylily#wolfstar#darksun#pandalily
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heyyyy i love your work sm!!!
do you think you could possibly do a wolfstar or jegulus wedding anniversary? maybe with baby harry??
thank you sm
have a great day and pls drink water <3333
snowfall and a special day
warnings: one use of explicit language, mentions of food, talk of male! pregnancies
genre: absolute fluff
pairing: regulus black x james potter, background evan rosier x barty crouch jr and remus lupin x sirius black
word count: 1k+
a/n: this is my first request on this account so thank you anon! it was a really cute one and i couldn’t resist with the rosekiller uncles as well as wolfstar. it just made sense to me with james’ friends there would be reggie’s as well
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Regulus had woken up to James gently stroking his hair, Harry nestled in between them, his soft breaths barely audibly. Regulus smiled down at him, not wanting to get up even though he had to, just wanting to stay with their small but perfect family.
Eventually, he looks up at James, whispering as to not wake Harry. “I’ve got work, I’m coming home early though,” James nods with a smile and plants a kiss to his forehead.
Regulus gets up quietly, ignoring Harry’s half awake pouts of “Papa! Come back!”, no matter how adorably they are. He throws on a suit, as he’s been able to ask for the afternoon off and only two meetings in the morning. He was excited, he’d be seeing Barty and Evan for the first time since they moved into their new place tonight. They’d also see Sirius and Remus. When they’d denied having a party because Harry was too young, Sirius had taken it upon himself to insist that they let him bring drinks.
They’d spaced out the visits for Harry’s sake, knowing that both groups of adults would want to see him. They were seeing more friends tomorrow, but today was all that mattered.
Work passed by in a flash, just a whole bunch of nodding along and taking notes. By the time 1 o’clock came along, he was ready to see his husband and Harry again, and excited for their visitors. James had at first been pouting about the fact that he had to work on their anniversary, suggesting everything from calling in sick to blocking the conference rooms in the middle of the night from the inside so oops, looks like I’ll have to go home. Regulus had laughed and said it was fine, even though he had also wanted to just call in sick, he didn’t want to waste a sick day.
He rushed home, loosening his tie on the way in and racing upstairs to get changed, giving James a quick “Hello, love,” and a kiss on the cheek. He pulls on a Tshirt and jeans, before going downstairs as James wakes Harry.
After a few minutes of rushed taking food out and last-minute cleaning, the doorbell rang. Regulus got it, smiling as he opened it. He hugged Barty and Evan tightly, laughing and joking with them. However, Barty soon made his motives clear. “Move your ass, Reg, I’m here to see my nephew!” Evan laughed and apologized for his behavior, and Regulus acted hurt before moving aside and letting Harry run towards them.
“Uncle Rosie!” Harry proclaims, racing on his chubby legs toward the door as Evan crouches down to hug him and lift him off his feet. He’d taken to calling Evan that after hearing Barty call him Rosy, and Evan thought it was absolutely adorable.
Barty fakes deep sadness as Harry chooses Evan over him, and Harry comes over, giving him a hug too. Barty shoots Regulus a look over Harry's hair, and says so Harry can’t hear; “I’m an afterthought. You’ve taught him horribly, Reg.” Regulus laughed.
They talked for a while, James and Regulus asking about they’re move and family and all, and Harry enthusiastically showing his Uncles all of his favorite toys.
At 4:30, however, they have to go, as Pandora was throwing a party the same night. As they leave, they hear Barty tell Evan; “Okay, we need a child.” Evan laughs, then responds with, “You’d be the pregnant one, Bee, and I don’t think you’d manage that.” “Fine, then adoption!” Is Barty’s indignant answer, to which Evan responds with a hum, as though sure, let’s see how long it takes till you’re sick of it.
At around four fourty-five, the doorbell rings again. James opens it this time to Sirius and Remus, letting them in as Harry once again runs to greet the visitors. They hug Harry, laughing. Harry, however, immediately runs to Sirius, one objective in mind: pulling his bun out. Today it had a paintbrush in it of which the tip had been dyed pink after not washing it, and they hadn’t wanted to throw it away.
Sirius, boastful that Harry chose him, let’s out a squeak of surprise as he immediately grabs the paintbrush, effectively messing up his hair. Remus doubled over laughing at his shocked face, mouth gaping, and so did James.
“You look like Moana,” Harry observes in awe, just as shocked but at the sight of him with his hair fully down. Remus laughs again, telling Sirius, “You are as demanding as a princess. But you act more like Maui,” Sirius gasps in offense and shoves Remus with his shoulder. Remus shoves right back.
Harry, who was slightly tired by his earlier visit, still ran around, showing them everything in the house, including the upstairs and the bathrooms. They didn’t have the heart to tell him they’d seen the whole thing already when Reggie and James had moved in, he was just so excited.
Once it was time for them to leave, goodbyes were lingering as nobody really wanted them to go. They were eventually sent off with a tray of merengues for the holiday season, and when they opened the door to leave, they got yet another surprise. The whole front porch was lightly layered with white. It took a moment to click, but then they realized… snow. The first snow of the season.
Sirius, being Sirius, did all his pouty child complaining about how cold it was outside. Remus, after mouthing I live with a child to James, making him looks in a laugh, just told him, “You’ll survive,” and as Sirius stuck his tongue out at him just laughed.
They thanked them for the dessert and seeing Harry, and left the house and left Harry drained of energy… until he saw the snow. And it was hard to deny him of things, but even more so on they’re anniversary. Which is how they ended up in winter coats after dark at six pm in the park playing with the snow. It was the perfect end to the day.
#➳ requests#✎ asks box#barty crouch jr#remus lupin#regulus black#james potter#starchaser#jegulus#wolftstar#baby harry#marauders era#rosekiller#evan rosier#sirius black
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sirius black headcanons
• he wears makeup, especially eyeliner, everywhere. he was taught how to do makeup by andromeda and she even bought him his first makeup products
• he did a muggle job [scooping ice cream] for the summer once to save up for his motorcycle
• once he got it, he drove it everywhere and occasionally made officers forget he had tickets or that his license was expired
• he owns a leather jacket and leather pants, but he wears the leather jacket everywhere especially riding his motorcycle; and the leather pants were mainly just to look sexy
• he often tucks his wand into his bun and then forgets it’s there [remus: i’ll help you find your wand for five galleons…]
• he is so very much not a morning person. he’ll find excuses including charming his curtains shut and faking-sickness. however, he also hates missing breakfast. it can be a hilarious combination for his dorm mates, especially remus who always wakes early
• he looks at the ‘sirius’ and ‘regulus’ stars on days when they are visible together, but never on the astronomy tower for fear of being caught, only from the dorm window
• he’s effortlessly smart without studying. he’s almost always the first to finish exams and gets amazing grades; till he runs away from home and instead slacks off to anger his parents and because he can’t be bothered
• this man loses random uniform items ALL THE TIME. he owns about three ties by only second year when he’d started out with fifteen. he’s definitely got dress code detentions, but that just makes him unbutton the first few buttons of his button down to annoy them more.
• he smokes cigarettes. he does it relatively often (leave it to sirius black to find a dealer at a wizarding school) and although it’s bad for his lungs - as james and remus often remind him - he does it anyways. either way, it’s kinda hot.
#marauders era#sirius black#marauders headcanons#marauders era hcs#remus lupin#sirius black headcanon#sirius black hcs#sirius black headcanons#marauders headcanon
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[marauders era] masterlist
☾ angst
˖ ࣪⭑ smut
☀︎ fluff
~ characters ~
james potter
sirius black
☀︎ drunken kisses
remus lupin
regulus black
dorcas meadowes
marlene mckinnon
☾ ☀︎ jealousy
mary macdonald
lily evans
pandora rosier
~ ships ~
rosekiller
☀︎ cocktails and confessions
☀︎ unofficial marriages and a sky full of stars
☀︎ [background] snowfall and a special day
☾ forever young
wolfstar
☀︎ [background] snowfall and a special day
jegulus
☀︎ snowfall and a special day
darksun
moonwater
pandalily
marylily
dorlene
bartylus
prongsfoot
☀︎ lego’s and love bites
~ headcanons ~
marauders era headcanons 1
sirius black headcanons
~ microfic’s ~
jegulus
☾ rest
☾ kitchen
#rosekiller#sirius x reader#sirius black x reader#prongsfoot#james x sirius#marauders era hcs#marauders era
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