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Sirius: have you guys ever attend a family dinner party just so you can start drama and it'll end with everyone at each other's throats.
Regulus: you did that last week and Bella ended up stabbing mother's hand and someone ripped out a chunk of father's hair.
Sirius: I should get Bella a gift for that.... Do you think Bella would like a dagger?
Very concerned James: ...what the fuck-
#very tired Remus: well we chose them#Sirius loves making drama#Regulus is tired but he also enjoys it#james is slightly traumatized#remus is so done#they all love each other tho#sirius black#regulus black#james potter#remus lupin#jegulus#wolfstar#the black brothers#marauders#bellatrix black#the black family#the Black family madness#wally burga#ore ion#ao3
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Let’s be honest here, if James and Sirius were girls (into eachother or not) they would be known as the “lesbians” around school.
As someone who went through highschool as a girl having a very close friendship with a girl (and let’s face it, yes I was desperately in love with her and no it didn’t end well, but that’s bedside the point because these rumours went around before I fell for her) we were Always asked if we were dating and when we denied it people didn’t believe us. And if people didn’t think we were dating they thought we wanted to date, and yeah it was primarily guys thinking that which I’m not even gonna get into because that’s a whole sexist fucking gross thing there, but still!
You can’t tell me, if you’re like gen z or in a generation where queerness is known through your highschool and like not the worse thing in the world, that you didn’t have a set of girl best friends that everyone thought were in a queer relationship.
I happened to be in like, almost all the “lesbian” rumoured relationships at my school because, after the first one, I shaved my head and became the school dyke and then any close female friend I had meant I had to be in love with them and if they seemed smiley around me back it was assumed we were dating.
But like, James and Sirius were That Close, and if they were girls, they Would be The Lesbians. If they were just best friends, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were secretly in love with eachother and never said anything until it was too late, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were dating and just didn’t tell anyone, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were dating and did come out and tell people, no one would be surprised.
I think there’s something special about that. And I know from personal experience being known as the lesbian couple of the school even when you’re not isn’t the greatest, but like as someone who’s experienced that and also experienced it in a more positive way (where people were just supportive and wanted us to date because they genuinely thought we’d be good together and we liked eachother) it’s just something that’s bound to happen.
Apparently you can’t have two girls that close to eachother that aren’t your typical “straight laced “normal” girls” and have them not be cast as the school lesbians.
James was a quidditch captain nerdy smartarse, and Sirius is an alternative black sheep with severe mummy issues. They’re gonna be the lesbians.
And I adore that.
#someone write me a fic about it#and make them kiss and be in love#ALSO no hate to ‘normal’ girls obviously. it’s just there were a lot of girls in my highschool with close female relationships similar to my#own and they were never cast as lesbians because they fit into the typical norm of girl that guys liked. you know they were very feminine#and would hem their dresses to be shorter and shave their legs and what not. I’m talking in the earlier years of highschool too. and they’d#just be very typically feminine and often be involved in boy drama and blah blah blah. where as me and my friends cast in this category were#often seen as weird. or at least I was. we weren’t seen as pretty in the way they were and often had hairy legs still or came to school#without makeup. we were kinda nerdy or had strange humour and less of a fashion sense.#mostly we were just a little bit different. especially me. and so yeah we got casted as the lesbians. especially me because I was typically#undesirable to those mysoginistic sexist teenage boys 👍👍👍#wow I did not mean for this to turn into a little rant#it was just a midnight thought that kinda made me laugh that I could relate too. wow. go to sleep jay#jay talks#prongsfoot#James potter#sirius black#James x sirius#marauders#sapphic prongsfoot#lesbian prongsfoot#lesbian James#lesbian sirius
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@jegulus-microfic | march 13 glare | words: 473
"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!" He could hear Sirius shouting from behind a closed door. After six years with this drama queen in one room, James got used to it. His best friend probably found out about Lily and Pandora and wants to make it look like a groundbreaking discovery.
As soon as the door to their dormitory opened, James set up a little straighter on his bed. "Hello, my favourite star," he said cheerfully.
The glare Sirius gave him caught him off guard. "Oh, am I now?" the shorter boy growled lowly. Behind him, James could see Remus and Peter looking like they were going to die from holding back their laughter.
"I'm confused. What's going on?" He adjusted his glasses nervously. He had an idea what it might be about, but he begged whoever was listening that it wasn't that.
In two fast strides, Sirius stood at the foot of his bed, grabbing the bedposts as if to break them. "Am I your favourite star?" the black-haired boy asked angrily. The two others gave in and started laughing hysterically from the door. Sirius didn't even give them a glance.
"Yes?" James answered, almost certain what was it about.
His best friend leaned towards him and, through gritted teeth, said, "I thought it would be my baby brother since you're apparently fucking him," which made James' eyes widen and his skin lose all its golden colour.
Oh, fuck.
They were very careful. How did he find out? And don't get them wrong, they were going to tell Sirius about their relationship; they really were, but they wanted to wait until Christmas to do it in the safety of their home.
"How- Who-?"
"Remus. Now, I'll give you a head start," Sirius said, and he immediately started counting from five. James ran out of the dormitory and across the common room as fast as he could. In a matter of seconds, he was in the corridor, sprinting to the nearest secret passage. He could hear the other boy close behind him, screaming something about incest and James being a brotherfucker.
Meanwhile, in their dormitory, none other than Regulus Black came out of the closet. He sat there for about an hour and a half, waiting to see what Remus had come up with in revenge for the latest prank he and James had pulled on him (yes, he was in on it now, but he did it out of love, so don't judge him). This idea was shit, honestly: James would simply be afraid to sleep in his own bed, and Regulus would face an irritating scolding from his brother. Nothing impressive.
When he dusted off his jumper and his boyfriend's roommates finally noticed him, their jaws went slack.
"Well," Remus started, after a minute of just looking at Regulus, "that would explain the reaction."
#jegulus#starchaser#dead gay wizards#james potter#james x regulus#regulus black#jegulus microfic#marauders#the marauders#hogwarts au
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it's lily who finds him. he's lying on the topmost bench on the quidditch stands, drenched and on his back, eyes open and narrowed against the rain. he's crumpled that leather jacket he loves so much into a lamentable pillow.
"i don't need your pity party," he says when she reaches him. she almost doesn't hear over the downpour. she wouldn't have if she hadn't seen his lips move, if she didn't know his voice so much that she can pick it up from anywhere.
she rolls her eyes. "you need a fucking umbrella," she points out, casting a drying spell and then sitting on the space beside his head.
sirius glares at the overly bright yellow umbrella now blocking his current best friend: his stupid, unforgiving ocean of nimbus clouds. lily waits for the cutting remark, the blunt admonishment. it doesn't come. he just huffs, and then closes his eyes.
eventually, he says, "my god, i am a drama queen," the ice not quite melting, but noticeably chipping at the edges.
"yes, you are."
"my brother's a fucking death eater though. that's got to be worse, isn't it?"
"regulus is not a death eater."
he flinches at the name. "not yet. but like we all just fucking heard, he's clearly — "
"that's not your fault."
he clenches his jaw. "feels like it is."
"it's not."
"how do you deal with all that shit with your sister?"
lily keeps her eyes on the pitch, but the umbrella sags an inch. this. this is why she sought him after that whole regulus fiasco. because he gets it. maybe she needed the pity party. she says, "well, not by storming off to brood in the rain alone, for sure."
he opens his eyes to raise an eyebrow up at her. when she perfectly mirrors his expression as an answer, he breaks and laughs. "why're you even here," he asks irritably, but he's sitting up now, and he's slackened, and lily doesn't need to answer his question because they both know that he knows why she's here.
he pries the umbrella from her hand and holds it up for them because he's taller. more on her side than his, she notices, but that's because he's already mostly rained down on. when she puts her head on his shoulder, he says, "stupid. i'm wasting effort here holding this up for you and you get yourself soaked anyway."
"shut up."
"if you get sick, james will kill me."
"if i get sick, i'll kill you myself."
that makes him chuckle, at least.
they stay like that until the rain softens to a drizzle, neither of them saying anything. when the mist has thinned and all the greens start coming back through, lily straightens up. "sirius."
"what," he says, in that eternally irate, snobbish tone of his.
"you have more than one brother, you know that?"
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sirius thinks, i've got three more, yeah. i do know that.
he also thinks, and an annoying sister, seems like. do you know that?
and: thanks for being here. i feel like i'm losing my head.
and: it's not my fault it's not my fault reg's an idiot and that's not my fucking fault.
he says, "your hair makes my neck itch."
lily laughs.
—
james, remus, and peter see that laugh. they don't hear it, being too far down, but james knows exactly what lily's laugh sounds like, that one and all the rest, so he, at least, might as well have heard it. he pockets the map and starts walking back inside to the changing rooms. remus and peter exchange a glance before following suit.
"we're leaving?" asks peter, craning his neck while he talks, reluctant to wrench his eyes off sirius and lily.
"yep," says james brightly. "kitchens. let's go."
"but there'll be dinner in the great hall now," says remus, checking his watch.
"those two won't be feeling like dinner in the great hall tonight," says james. "we have to get them the good stuff before they run out."
"but i'm hungry," says peter.
"we can eat there, we don't have to wait for them," says james. "come on."
he slings an arm each around them, and off they go to the kitchens, james smiling to himself all the way.
#jily#jily*#blackevans#marauders#jily fic#jily fanfic#jily fanfiction#jple#sirius black#lily evans#this is for everyone who liked/responded to that blackevans thing i posted last night and were like#THATS NOT A PROBLEM#here's a rewrite of an old fic#also im posting this out of spite because im annoyed this morning and work is kicking my ass lol#apalapucian*
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OH EM GEE LOVED THAT GRUMPY X SUNSHINE FIC WITH JAMES SO MUCH, I was wondering about a grumpy!sirus and sunshine!reader/ sunshine and sunshine protector (omg that trope with a platonic marauders 😩😩) I lvoe your writing so much babe <333
thank you thank you! here is some grumpy!sirius and sunshine!reader. i still don't know that i've got this trope totally down correctly but hope you like it anyway! :) | fem!reader, fluff, 1k
You can hardly hear Remus when you pick up the phone. You check the clock on the wall. It's time for him to be at the pub with James and Sirius, so you're not sure why he's calling.
"Hello?" you say.
"Oh, thank fuck," Remus cries. If he's cursing, you know something is up.
"What's wrong? Is Sirius there?" You expect that maybe he's gotten into trouble with another patron or that he's let his phone die and asked Remus to tell you.
"Is that her? Did you get her? Beg her, Remus. Tell her I'll buy her drinks for a week!" James is shouting in the background to be heard through the phone.
"I'm handling it," Remus calls back. You pull the speaker away from your ear as he does. What is going on? "Sorry," he says, much quieter now. He must have cupped his hand over the microphone. "Listen, can you come out to the pub? Our regular one?"
"But it's boy's night," you say. They invite you round more often than not, but it's important to you that they get to have their time as mates, too.
"I know," he sighs. "But--" There's a bit of a commotion and a lot of cursing and then James comes on the line.
"Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, can you come 'round? Your boyfriend is being miserable and it's going to get us kicked out. And this is my favorite spot!" Your stomach ties itself in a knot. Sirius? He hasn't texted you about anything concerning beyond reminding you that he'd be home later than usual.
"Is he okay?" James must hear your concern because he backpedals.
"Oh, yeah, he's fine, love, honest. We just ran into that tosser Lestrange on the way over and he's a bit sour. Family drama, and all that. Can you just come and get him to chill the fuck out, please?"
You're already reaching for your purse. It still makes you a little giddy that everyone knows you're the one who Sirius responds to the most. For some reason you can always bring him out of a mood, and you like doing it. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes or so."
"Is she coming?" Remus calls from the background. "Can I have my phone back now, please?" You end the call and shove your feet into your shoes and head out the door. You're not really in a pub-going outfit, but it'll have to do. You know that Sirius won't care much.
When you get to the bar you shoulder your way to the back where you know they'll be. Familiar faces call out your name and you wave to them, dispensing smiles and greetings with genuine happiness.
Your heart swells when you finally get to the back booth. Sirius is sat on one side, glaring at the beer in his hands. James and Remus are chatting to some other friends close by. As soon as you take a step towards your boyfriend, he looks up, like he sensed you coming. And his entire body transforms. He sits up straighter, his hands loosening their grip on the glass. He doesn't smile, not quite, but his jaw unclenches and his pupils dilate.
You beam at him. He quickly scoots out of the booth to greet you, hands outstretched as you reach for him in turn.
"My girl," he says, kissing your cheek before pulling you in for a hug. "What are you doing here?" Sirius rarely sounds delighted unless he's talking about how his club crushed their rival or how he managed to trick James into glueing his hand to his face, but this is pretty close.
You shrug in his hold. "Got bored at home." He pulls away and smoothes his thumb over one of your eyebrows.
"Hmm," he says. "Try again." You laugh, loudly and freely, and that does get him to smile. Only a little, but you count it as a victory. His smiles are like treasures and you keep them all in a lock-box in your chest.
"Remus called," you tell him honestly. He makes an annoyed noise, looking over his shoulder to glare at his friends. Both of them resolutely keep their gaze elsewhere.
Sirius leads you back to the booth and you settle in next to him, thigh pressed to his. He drapes an arm around you. Seeing that the danger has passed, James and Remus slide in on the other side.
"I told them not to bother you," Sirius says, frowning. But his hands betray him, one curling around your shoulder and the other resting warm and heavy on your kneecap.
"As if this is a bother," you scold. "Plus, James said he'd buy my drinks." You look at your t-shirt -- and old one of Sirius', and frown. "I wish I had thought to change, though."
"No," he says quickly. His fingers tuck under the collar to press into your bare skin. "No, I like this."
"It's fucking magic," Remus mutters from the other side of the booth. "Unbelievable."
James has his head in his hands. "It's like he didn't tell me to shove my head up my ass ten minutes ago." Sirius flips them off and leans in close, pressing his lips to your ear.
"It's obvious you're wearing my shirt," he says, voice gravely. You flight the urge to shiver. "Got me thinking all kinds of inappropriate things over here."
"Alright, you're going to get us kicked out for a different reason," James whines. You look at him and he winks. It's obvious that you're the keeper of Sirius's happiness and no one minds all that much, considering they love him. You all do. It's the easiest thing in the world.
#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black#sirius black fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#marauders
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fuck it parent trap jegulus au
jegulus having twin girls named aurora jamie and selene leona their nicknames are rory and sel
after the divorce regulus and rory went to france and james and sel stayed in london
sirius, the annoying uncle he is, decided he wants to be in both the girls life and he doesnt care about jegulus’ drama so every summer he gets to have the twins but during separate days
how it works is rory is with sirius the week when summer starts and sel the week before summer ends
(rory goes to beauxbatons and sel goes to hogwarts she’s a slytherin lol)
one summer when sirius was busy both at the start and end of summer (he’s a freelance artist his sched is hectic) he ends up planning the twin’s visit at the same time (he refuses to have to give up one or the other he wants to see them both because he’s loves them)
when the twins met they immediately clicked and pestered sirius for all the details about their family and sirius, the weakman he is when it comes to his nieces, told them everything
sirius never really understood jegulus’ reason for divorce has always wanted to fix their shit for them or at least get them to see each other again because he knows they still love each other
taking advantage of the situation he with the twins planned to get them back together
the plan involves getting james and regulus into his house (he usually travel with the twins to bring them home to their parent)
he started with regulus and he threatened to keep rory in his house forever if regulus doesnt come and pick is daughter up (and regulus promptly replied “sirius we dont need another black kidnapping drama just give me back my daughter you mother—” eventually he let up and said he’ll arrange for an international floo
james was relatively easier all sirius had to do was pout and beg him to come pick his daughter up and that he misses him dearly and james was already packing his back
james arrived before regulus and they didnt need any dramatics and sirius just let the twins greet him and when james saw rory he immediately pulled her into his arms and cried goes on and on about how beautiful she is and he cant believe she has a french accent and is fluent in french (then he hugged sel and proceeded to tell her how proud he is of her scheming)
regulus they decided needed to be prepared so when he flood into sirius house the person that greeted him was just rory
as soon as he settled in rory told him she made a friend and regulus just smiled and said thats wonderful mon cheri and rory just smiled and goes do you want to meet her and regulus nodded of course and almost had a heart attack when his daughter’s new friend looks exactly like her
he freezes and then let out a soft “sel, my darling, my baby” and then he pulls her into his arms and holds her and he pulled rory into the hug as well and he cries because its his girls and he never thought he’ll see them together and he loves them so much and the memory of buying two of everything he buys for rory because he wanted to buy things for sel even if he knew she’ll never get it
and then as he holds him he tells them he’ll do everything to make sure they’ll see each other again and make arrangements with james so he could get to know sel and make sure he’s part of her life again
and rory goes “thats good dad’s here”
and he looks up and there leaning on the doorframe is james potter looking as handsome as ever and all the walls he had built around his heart just breaks he knows he was still hopelessly in love with james
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omg happy happy 3k to you!! :0) could you please write “second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind” with sirius. i can see it so clear in my head with him and his long hair and then he just melts into the caress like pls i can’t
gosh oh my gosh yes. I love love this ask tysm baby! this is just a short lil baby blurb but I think it’s still pretty cute <3
fem!reader 0.4k words
Sirius’ back is firm where it’s pressing into your legs. He’s on the floor and you’re on the couch. He’d insisted you take the couch, even though you told him there was room for both of you. And anyway, you kind of like this position better. It means you get to look at his lovely long hair and big firm shoulders.
James pulls a face as he watches you and Sirius from the other side of the room. Sirius with his hand wrapped around your ankle and you with yours curled around his shoulder.
“Did he like, put a spell on her or something?” James asks, sounding both parts disgusted and amused.
“What do you mean?” Lily asks.
“I don’t know why she likes him so much,” James explains. He watches as Sirius tips his head back over your knees and says something that makes you giggle so loud he can hear it from here. “Eurgh. They’re disgusting.”
Lily tuts at him but Remus is nodding. “No, he’s right. I mean, look at them.”
Though you don’t notice, all your friends are watching as you bury your hand in Sirius’ hair from behind. Sirius practically moans and leans into your hand, allowing you to push your fingers deeper into his thick hair. The sound sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart race. He’s very, very attractive even when he’s not trying. It drives you crazy.
You dip your head so only he can hear you. “You like that?” You ask him quietly.
Sirius hums, lovelorn, and twists so he can look up at you properly. His dark locks frame his pretty face and his lips are parted. Your eyes meet and there’s this beat of silence where you both decide you want to kiss each other. Sirius acts first, tilting his chin up and pushing himself off the ground just the tiniest bit so he can catch your lips. You reciprocate as well as you can in your awkward position. He kisses you firmly, his hand rubbing up your shin and down again.
Meanwhile, your friends have decided it’s too much PDA for their sensitive eyes.
“Oh, gross,” says James dramatically, looking thoroughly put out. “Why are they making out in front of us?”
“They’re only kissing,” says Lily, who’s always right. “You’re such a drama queen, James. They’re adorable.”
Remus snorts. “Don’t let Sirius hear you calling him that.”
Sirius, unbeknownst to them, has heard the whole thing. He squeezes your leg and then breaks away from the kiss, albeit grudgingly, to set the record straight.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Prongs!” He shouts, grinning like mad.
You giggle and James rolls his eyes. “Shove off, Sirius.”
#★ mal writes!#⭐️ 3k celebration!#ღ sirius#sirius black#sirius black imagine#sirius black drabble#sirius black x fem!reader#sirius black blurb#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black fic#sirius black x reader fluff#sirius black blurbs#sirius black oneshot#sirius black drabbles#✉️
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Heated 🛋️
Married wolfstar au. Words: 600 @wolfstarmicrofic
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Remus kneeled between Sirius's legs.
Usually this initiated more enjoyable activities, but Sirius was in a poor, combative mood and sitting on the edge of their bed with his arms tightly crossed over his chest.
Remus sat back on his legs and patiently stared up at Sirius with big round eyes and a pout. He was trying to look as pathetic as possible to get his husband to spare even a glance at him.
It wasn't likely to happen.
Remus had been an utter, absolute, pathetic prick.
"So... it got a bit heated earlier," Remus began and placed his hands on both of Sirius's knees, trying to meet his husband's glare, but Sirius pointedly looked to the side, at the end of the bed. "I'm very sorry I said—"
"That I was spoiled rotten?" Sirius grumbled.
"I didn't mean to say that," Remus said, shaking his head.
"You've hated that I've 'had it easy' since we were eleven.” Sirius finally looked down his nose at Remus. "Well, I could say the same about you. Tell me, please count the number of times my mother has kissed and hugged me goodbye at the train platform before school."
Remus didn't have to try to look pathetic anymore.
"Tell me how many letters my mother sent me that had nothing to do with what she needed from me as an heir, just to see how I was doing."
Remus looked away.
"And you seem to forget this bit—when I was fifteen, and penniless, and worse, had no mother who wanted anything to do with me while Hope adores you."
Remus dragged his eyes back up to his husband's.
"I would have rather lived in the Shrieking Shack surviving on cold soup if it meant having a mother who knitted me gloves. Or a father who acknowledged my existence," Sirius said, voice raised.
Remus lifted himself up, sliding his hands up along Sirius's thighs, and leaned forward to press his forehead against Sirius's.
And surprising Remus to no end, Sirius pushed his head forward, too, nose bumping Remus's as if Remus was already forgiven.
"I'm sorry." Remus pressed forward, nuzzling their noses like a couple of puppies. "I'm sorry," Remus whispered again. "You're not spoiled, or privileged, or anything else I said to try and make you feel inferior." Remus brushed his lips over Sirius's and said, "I was angry. I get cranky, and I throw tantrums, and I pick the worst words to say because I know they’ll hurt the most. But I don't believe in them. I really don't."
Sirius stopped breathing, simply existing with their faces pressed close, allowing his cheeks to be held in Remus's hands.
Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes. He reached up for Remus's hands and pulled them down, gripping them tight.
Sirius glared, mumbling, "All this drama because I said I didn't want the blue couch."
"It matches with everything in the new house!" Remus whined. "The red one makes me feel like we're fourteen back in the Gryffindor common room." Remus gazed lovingly at his husband, with so much relief. "I love you, and you'll get your red couch if that's what you want." Remus smirked. "My own personal hurricane, I swear."
Sirius rolled his eyes again and replied dryly, "And my petty as fuck newly wed husband who sucker-punches with side-comments."
Remus pulled Sirius up. "Come on, love. Let's go squabble about the cabinets next."
For their first bicker as a married couple, it truly wasn't that bad.
And they ended up with a yellow couch that made them equally miserable.
<3
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What would you say are your more controversial opinions about the hp characters?
ohhhh okayyy. i feel like my opinions on a lot of the characters aren’t controversial because i dont feel super strongly towards anyone in any negative light but here are some i could think of at the top of my head:
i’m glad the malfoys faced more extreme backlash after the second wizarding war. a lot of people in the fandom seem to be very sympathetic towards draco and scorpius for getting dogpiled with the brunt of it (which yeah, it sucks, especially for scorpius) but the prejudice makes complete make sense to me. if i was someone who didn’t know scorpius’ character, and had someone from my family get killed in the second war due to death eaters or something— seeing the malfoys still be wealthy and walk around freely without any jailtime, i would be bitter too. they’re hated on but they’re still one of the richest families ever, so they’ll live LOL
another anon has asked about this and i haven’t responded to them yet but when i do i will link it here for my reasons. basically: the best character in the cursed child is harry potter. i think the way they wrote his character and ptsd carried the play. it was def his story, not albus’.
i do think dumbledore has some aspects of him that may be considered morally gray, but mostly i dont think he is. he does everything for the good of the world, and his complete selflessness leads him to sacrifice anything for it— even himself and the people he loves, when necessary. i completely understand why people wouldn’t agree with his methods though.
james potter isn’t a sunshine character he’s a dickhead. fans of him made him a golden retriever character to be more palatable for modern times. i like him the way he is: an asshole and then less of an asshole 👍 this is what true stanning looks like
pansy parkinson is racist and out of all the female side characters, developing HER is so questionable from fandom
harry had questionable descriptions about a lot of male characters to make people think he could be a little 🏳️🌈 there was bill, there was sirius, there was cedric. but draco is not a part of that list. harry was not feeling draco whatsoever throughout the series but drarry shippers cling to that one ‘obsessed’ line
furthermore, harry rejecting draco’s offer of friendship wasn’t a sad or a ‘what if’ scene. draco was being a classist piece of shit and harry didnt want to fuck with that, there isnt any way in any timeline he wouldve accepted draco’s friendship.
slytherin sucks just generally lol. people want so bad to pluck anti-heroes out of a series that was written specifically with the mind to make all the characters suck.
hermione and ron’s drama isn’t as toxic as people make it out to be. yes, this includes the time hermione sent birds after him. people act like its the end of the world but she was tackling puberty and the end of society soooo i give her a pass to tweak out.
mostly every harry potter character has horrific names. like literally mostly everyone. even the name harry potter 🙁
movie romione wasn’t that bad LOL
severus snape’s ‘redemption’ or whatever was so ass. he bullies kids for five years and then everything is chill because… true love? on harry’s mum? are you kidding me 💀
weasley family angst goes hard but people (especially percy stans and some ron&ginny stans) acting like they’re the most toxic family to walk the earth make me want to rip my hair out and eat it. molly loves her kids guys shes not evil. jesus.
genuinely trying to think of more but i can’t right now…. maybe i will reblog and add to it. i feel like most of my opinions aren’t that controversial though 😭
#i feel neutrally about a lot of the characters so its not like i have huge things to say but…#the james one…. he can be a sunshine character post redemption arc after hogwarts but most of the fandom ignores his need to redeem himself#-in the first place#romione#harry potter#hp#hpcc#cursed child#scorpius malfoy#albus severus potter#marauders#james potter#molly weasley#anti drarry#draco malfoy#pansy parkinson#severus snape#albus dumbledore#percy weasley#hp golden era#bill weasley#sirius black#hermione granger#ron weasley#ginny weasley#cedric diggory#rewriting#ask#anon
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Can you write somenthing about just Sirius being extremely romantic and making his love language very clear?
𝗠𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Sirius Black
𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
Genre: ✓
Paring(s): Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend has made up his mind, he was going to smother you in his love.
Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Alcohol
THE GREAT HALL buzzed with animated chatter as the teenagers filed in, eager to partake in the spread of breakfast delicacies adorning the long, stretched tables. Amongst the bustling crowd, Sirius Black found himself seated alongside his friends James, Remus, and Peter.
As they animatedly discussed their latest pranks, Sirius's mind wandered, consumed by thoughts of his girlfriend.
Y/N had been unwell for an entire week, depriving Sirius of her presence. The mere notion of being separated from her for such a prolonged period left him feeling starved for her company.
Y/N had gone to seek medical attention from Madam Pomfrey, who imposed strict restrictions on visitors, further intensifying Sirius's longing to see her.
James, ever observant, nudged Sirius gently. "You alright there, mate? You seem a bit lost in your thoughts."
Sirius snapped back to reality, a wistful expression on his face. "Just missing Y/N like crazy. It's been a week of pure torture without her," he lamented with a hint of melodrama.
His friends couldn't help but chuckle at Sirius's theatrics. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he dramatically draped his body, leaning on Remus for support.
"Oh, Remus," he sighed with faux despair, "Wake me up from this endless slumber when my love finally returns."
Remus, playing along with a smirk, gently patted Sirius on the back. "I'll be sure to give you a good shake when that moment arrives, mate. But until then, you'll just have to endure the heartache," he replied in a teasing tone.
James chimed in, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Or we can try to sneak you into the hospital wing disguised as a nurse. What do you think?"
Sirius's face lit up at the thought, his dramatic demeanor momentarily forgotten. "Now that's a brilliant idea! We could cause some serious chaos," he exclaimed, enthusiasm brimming in his voice.
Peter, always ready to join the fun, added with a grin, "Count me in! Operation 'Nurse Padfoot' it is!"
The friends shared a boisterous laugh, their playful banter providing a lighthearted respite from Sirius's lovesick state.
As Remus let out a thoughtful hum, his eyes instinctively turned towards the grand entrance of the Great Hall. The heavy doors swung open, revealing a figure that instantly caught his attention.
There stood Y/N, looking well and radiant, stepping into the bustling hall.
Sirius, still draped dramatically over Remus, followed his friend's gaze and gasped dramatically. "Remus! It's a miracle! My love has returned!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with exaggerated joy.
Y/N, spotting Sirius among his friends, couldn't help but smile at the sight of his theatrics.
She made her way towards them, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lovesick Sirius in need of rescuing?" she teased, a hint of mischief in her voice.
Sirius quickly sprung to his feet, his dramatic demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine excitement. "Y/N! You're back!" he exclaimed, his arms outstretched, ready to embrace her.
Y/N matched his enthusiasm, closing the distance between them and enveloping him in a warm hug. "I missed you too, you big drama queen," she whispered with a playful smile.
Their friends watched with amusement, sharing knowing glances as the reunited couple exchanged heartfelt greetings. The Great Hall seemed to come alive with the energy of their joyous reunion, their playful banter filling the air with laughter
“Hey, boys," Y/N greeted with a warm smile, settling herself beside Remus.
Before she could fully settle in, Sirius swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and gently pulled her onto his lap, settling them both down.
Remus playfully raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's finally back to grace us with her presence," he teased, his tone filled with mock surprise.
Y/N leaned back against Sirius, snuggling into his embrace. "Oh, you know you missed me, Remus," she retorted, playfully poking his side.
James, joining in the banter, chimed in, "It's good to have you back, Y/N. Sirius has been quite the lost puppy without you."
Sirius pouted dramatically, his arms tightening around Y/N. "Hey now, I wasn't that lost... okay, maybe I was a little bit," he admitted with a sheepish grin, earning him a chorus of laughter from his friends.
Y/N leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius's cheek. "Don't worry, my drama king. I'm here now, and I promise to keep you entertained," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The group erupted into laughter once again, their playful camaraderie filling the air with a joyful energy.
"Oh, Remus," Y/N began, attempting to extricate herself from Sirius's tight grip, his face still buried in her neck, unwilling to let go.
“Do you think i could borrow your potions book?” She spoke, as she pressed her palms against his chest, gently pushing back.
She then gave up trying to escape his hold.
Remus chuckled, watching the amusing scene unfold before him.
"Ah, the perils of being loved by Sirius Black," he remarked, shaking his head with a smirk. "And of course, I've got you covered. I have that potions book you need, and I've already prepared some notes for you."
Y/N's eyes lit up with gratitude and relief. "Remus, you're a lifesaver! You know how bad I am at taking notes," she confessed, shooting a grateful glance his way.
Sirius, finally releasing his tight hold on her, feigned offense. "Hey, what's wrong with my notes? I'll have you know, my doodles are quite informative," he protested with a playful pout.
Y/N laughed, ruffling Sirius's hair affectionately. "Oh, your doodles are a work of art, no doubt. But I think I'll trust Remus's comprehensive notes this time," she teased, earning herself a mock offended gasp from Sirius.
As the laughter subsided, Remus passed the potions book to Y/N with a smile. "Here you go, Y/N. Consider it your ticket to catching up in class. Just promise me you won't let Sirius doodle in it," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Y/N grinned mischievously, looking back at Sirius. "No doodles, promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger for him to make the pledge.
Sirius, feigning innocence, wrapped his pinky around hers. "I solemnly swear, no doodles in your precious book," he declared, giving her a cheeky wink.
Sirius let out a theatrical sigh, his arms tightening around Y/N as he declared,
"Unfortunately, my dear Y/N and I won't be gracing the classrooms with our presence today." He punctuated his statement with another exaggerated sigh, feigning sadness.
James raised an amused eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. Peter, engrossed in his pumpkin juice, seemed unfazed by the announcement.
Meanwhile, Remus, engrossed in his book, couldn't help but listen to Sirius's proclamation, albeit with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"And why is that, my dear Padfoot?" James inquired with a playful grin, struggling to suppress his laughter at the perplexed expression on Y/N's face.
Sirius dramatically shifted his gaze to Y/N, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, you see, dear James, it's a matter of utmost importance," he began, pausing for dramatic effect.
"Y/N here requires an emergency session of cuddles and laughter to cure her severe case of class-avoiditis," he declared, earning himself an incredulous look from Y/N.
Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter, swatting Sirius playfully on the arm. "Class-avoiditis? Is that even a thing?"
Sirius feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Of course, it is! I'm Sirius Black, expert in all things mischief-related and made-up illnesses," he proclaimed proudly, flashing a playful wink at his friends.
James chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I swear, you two are a never-ending source of entertainment."
The group dissolved into laughter, their lighthearted banter filling the air with joy and camaraderie.
As the laughter subsided, James was quick to seize the moment. He wore a mischievous smirk as he spoke up, breaking the silence. "You know what, guys? Maybe we should all just skip class today," he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Remus playfully shook his head, a feigned look of disapproval on his face. "Oh, James, you're always the instigator of our rebellious adventures," he remarked, though a small chuckle escaped his lips.
Peter, finally tuning into the conversation, perked up with curiosity. "Wait, are we really going to skip class? I mean, I don't want to be left out," he admitted, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.
Y/N glanced around at her friends, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, if the Marauders are in agreement, who am I to resist the temptation of a little adventure?" she declared, playfully nudging Sirius.
Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That's the spirit! A day filled with mischief and laughter awaits us!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.
Y/N paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she contemplated her response.
With a playful sigh borrowed from Sirius, she dramatically feigned a cough. "You know, guys, I was just sick for a whole week," she announced, her voice filled with faux exhaustion. "I think I could use a relaxing day in the comfort of our dorm."
Sirius blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Y/N's unexpected suggestion. "But... but mischief and adventures!" he protested, a playful pout forming on his lips.
James grinned, nudging Sirius with an elbow. "Come on, mate, even the Marauders need a break once in a while," he teased, winking at Y/N.
Remus, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "Y/N does have a point. We could use a day to recharge and just enjoy each other's company," he suggested, giving Y/N a supportive smile.
Peter chimed in, his excitement slightly subdued. "I guess a relaxing day sounds nice too. We can always plan our next epic prank later," he suggested, trying to hide his disappointment.
Y/N smirked, reveling in her small victory. "Alright, then. It's settled. A day of relaxation it is," she declared, playfully pointing her finger at Sirius. "But I expect some top-notch entertainment from you, Mr. Black."
Sirius playfully saluted. "Consider it done, my lady. Prepare to be entertained!" he proclaimed with a theatrical flourish, earning a round of laughter from his friends.
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The Marauders gathered in their dorm, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. James and Remus were seated on the floor, engrossed in a friendly card game.
Peter observed them, scratching his head in confusion. "How do you guys even play this?" he muttered to himself, determined to crack the code.
Y/N found herself comfortably nestled in Sirius's embrace on his bed. He held her tightly, as if afraid to let her go even for a moment. "No moving allowed," Sirius playfully declared, flashing a mischievous grin at Y/N.
Y/N giggled, playfully squirming in his hold. "But I can't breathe, Sirius!" she protested, her voice laced with mock desperation.
Sirius responded with an exaggerated gasp, dramatically clutching his heart. "My poor, suffocating princess! How could I be so cruel?" he exclaimed dramatically, feigning a look of deep remorse.
Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, please. You're lucky I enjoy being in your suffocating embrace," she teased, poking him in the side.
Meanwhile, James looked up from his card game, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hey, Peter, want to join us? We can teach you the ropes of this highly complex card game," he offered with a cheeky grin, motioning for Peter to join them.
Peter's eyes widened, his face lighting up with excitement. "Really? That'd be great!" he exclaimed eagerly, quickly scooting over to join James and Remus on the floor.
Y/N dramatically threw her hands up in the air, pretending to be in distress. "Oh, James, save me!" she cried out, feigning desperation as she clung to Sirius's arm, preventing any chance of escape from his tight embrace.
James, always up for a bit of theatrics, playe along with a dramatic gasp. "Fear not, fair maiden! I shall rescue you from the clutches of this evil captor!" he proclaimed, raising an imaginary sword as he approached the bed.
Sirius grinned mischievously, holding Y/N tighter to him. "Over my dead body, Prongs!" he retorted, pretending to shield Y/N with his body.
Remus, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. "You lot are something else," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Peter, not wanting to be left out, joined in with his own theatrical flourish. "And I, Peter, shall be the wise sage who advises both sides!" he declared, striking a pose and pretending to hold a staff.
Laughter echoed through the dorm as the friends reveled in their own silly theatrics.
As the night settled and the sky darkened, everyone found their own little corners to unwind and pursue their individual activities.
Y/N leaned back against Sirius, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort of his presence.
Sirius, ever the affectionate one, began peppering gentle kisses along her jawline, neck, and face, savoring the closeness they shared.
A soft giggle escaped Y/N's lips as she felt the tickling sensation of his kisses. "You know, Sirius, you have a peculiar fascination with my face," she teased, her voice filled with affectionate amusement.
Sirius paused, his lips still hovering near her cheek. "Can you blame me? It's the most beautiful face in the world," he replied playfully, a hint of sincerity in his voice.
Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn't help but open her eyes to gaze into his adoring eyes. "Smooth talker," she teased, lightly tapping his nose with her finger.
Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only for you, my love," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of her finger.
As she relaxed into his embrace, Y/N felt the weariness settle into her body, inviting the comforting embrace of slumber. Her eyelids grew heavier, gently closing as she surrendered to the soothing sensation of
Sirius's lips planting soft kisses along her jawline. Each tender touch seemed to lull her further into a state of tranquility.
The gentle rhythm of his affectionate kisses created a lullaby for her senses, coaxing her closer to the realm of dreams.
With each brush of his lips against her skin, a sense of calm washed over her, easing the weight of the day's events and filling her with a sense of serenity.
Y/N let out a soft, contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy. "Looks like I'm about to enter the dreamland," she murmured, her voice tinged with playful exhaustion.
Sirius grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh no, you're not slipping away without me!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around her and gently lowering himself onto the bed, bringing her even closer. He nestled her snugly against his chest, like a protective cocoon.
Y/N giggled, her voice filled with a hint of drowsy amusement. "You're quite the snuggle expert, aren't you?" she teased, playfully nudging his side.
Sirius chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. "Well, it's just one of my many talents," he replied, feigning modesty.
As they settled into their cozy position, their breaths synchronizing, a wave of warmth and tranquility washed over them.
The room seemed to envelop them in a comforting embrace, cocooning them in a bubble of serenity.
James's mischievous grin spread across his face as he caught sight of the cuddled couple. He nudged Peter and Remus with his elbow, barely containing his laughter. “Oi, look at those two," he whispered, his voice full of amusement.
Peter followed James's gaze, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Looks like they've entered the realm of dreamland," he chuckled, mimicking Y/N's earlier words.
Remus leaned in, his lips curving into a smirk. "Bet Sirius is dreaming of pranks and Y/N's dreaming of chocolate," he joked, his tone filled with gentle mockery.
James let out a snort of laughter, covering his mouth to stifle the sound. "Well, they make quite the sleeping beauties, don't they?" he said, his voice laced with humor.
"I know what to do," James whispered mischievously, a sly grin spreading across his face. He scrambled up from his spot on the floor, making his way to his bed. Rummaging through his drawer, he finally retrieved a muggle camera.
Remus raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "What's the plan, Prongs?" he asked in a hushed voice.
James let out a quiet chuckle, approaching the sleeping couple with the camera in hand.
He aimed it at them and pressed the button, unaware that the flash was still on.
A blinding flash of light erupted from the camera, illuminating the room. Startled, Sirius's eyes flew open, meeting James's wide-eyed stare.
Instinctively, he pulled Y/N even closer to his chest, shielding her from the intrusive brightness.
Remus couldn't contain his laughter any longer, a hand covering his mouth to muffle the sound. "Nice one, James," he snickered, shaking his head in amusement.
James sheepishly scratched the back of his head, a guilty grin tugging at his lips. "Oops... forgot about the flash," he whispered, trying not to disturb Y/N's peaceful slumber.
Sirius blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. He looked at James with mock annoyance, pretending to shield his eyes. "Way to wake a sleeping beauty, Prongs," he joked, his voice filled with playful sarcasm.
The room filled with a mixture of laughter and whispered apologies as the friends realized the unintended consequence of their impromptu photo session.
Though momentarily disrupted, the tranquility of the dorm room soon settled back in, with Y/N blissfully unaware of the flash-induced interruption.
And so, the night continued with shared laughter and gentle teasing, a testament to the unbreakable bond between these teenage friends.
In the end, it was just another memory to add to the ever-growing collection of their adventures and the countless tales they would retell for years to come.
-I had to write this in my notes app, i hate it.
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NACIDO DE MUGGLES | Sirius Black × Male Reader.
Summary: During the first wizarding war, muggleborns were stalked day and night. Many of them left their homes and never came back. Sirius' boyfriend was one of them. He was a muggleborn.
Warnings: Angst, Partially based on the cannon (Fuck J.K, btw), Drama, Established relationship, I'm a hopeless romantic so Fluff, but like a sad one. You know, war situation, there is sadness and darkness involved. But also love from two people who care about each other :( <3. Enjoy!
(Also, this may be long). spoiler, it was.
Helloo, this is the first time I'm posting one of my fanfics so I'm kind of nervous. Mainly because English is not my first language and I'll probably make a lot of mistakes when writing. Feel free to tell me if you see any.
It was winter of 1979. It was a cold and dark winter for the wizarding world, who lived terrified under the shadow of disappearances and threats from Voldemort and his followers. The war, which had already started several years ago, was more present and active than ever. Every day a new missing person appeared on the cover of The Daily Prophet. Every day the ministry made new excuses to give people a false sense of hope. Every day Sirius found it more difficult to sleep with the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening in his boyfriend's life.
Sirius and his boyfriend hadn't seen each other in a long time. They went from seeing each other every day at Hogwarts to seeing each other from time to time. It was almost a month since Sirius had last seen [Y/N]. And he worried more every day. [Y/N] hadn't sent him any letters in a while now. Sirius literally had no idea what was going on in his life. And it didn't help that there were more muggleborns missing every day. [Y/N] was one of them, he was also a muggleborn. It was torture for Sirius to read the morning newspaper every day. Thinking that, perhaps, maybe this time his boyfriend would be on the cover of The Daily Prophet, as one of the many missing people that week.
So, on one of those long winter nights when he couldn't sleep, he decided to send him a letter. He knew it was risky. He knew that if [Y/N] had not sent him any letters in all that time it was for a reason. But Sirius couldn't take it anymore. He wanted, he needed to know about [Y/N]. He took a piece of paper and dipped his quill into the ink. He quickly began to slide the quill over the paper, with the delicacy and elegance of a Black. His cursive handwriting was still intact. Sirius was careful not to name [Y/N] or himself. He didn't know what he was dealing with so he decided not to risk it and compromise [Y/N] or himself.
The letter reads:
I hope this letter finds you. I've been worried about you, it's been a long time since you last sent me a letter. If you can read this, please, come to see me. I can't write much here but please, come. I miss you.
Yours truly, your lover for life;
Padfoot.
Sirius sighed, rereading the letter. He didn't care about sounding desperate, the only thing he was thinking about at that moment was letting [Y/N] see how worried he was. He folded the paper and placed it in an envelope, sealing it with a plain stamp. He went to the window, letting his owl out, carrying the letter in his paw. He watched him fly away and disappear into the night sky. Sirius could only hope he would receive an answer soon.
But that didn't happen. It had been a whole week since he sent the letter and he still had not received a response. His owl had returned, without the letter, but also without an answer. At least Sirius knew that [Y/N] had received the letter. So he decided to wait another week. If that week passed and he still did not receive a response he would take more drastic measures. But he didn't want to come to that. So he decided to ignore his concern and be patient. Lucky for him, an owl knocked on his window that week. As soon as he saw her he recognized her. It was [Y/N]'s owl. Unable to hide the smile from his face, Sirius opened the window, letting [Y/N]'s owl in. Gently caressing her head and taking the letter she was carrying with her. Without worrying too much about tearing the paper and with nerves on edge, Sirius opened the letter. Noticing his boyfriend's handwriting on the paper when he unfolded it.
My dear Padfoot.
I've had a difficult week. But luckily, no one has noticed my situation. Even so, acquaintances of mine who are in the same situation as me have received threats. I don't feel safe at all. I have been cautious. I've been watching my steps and who I talk to. I trust my owl to deliver this letter to you and only you. Still, I'm afraid that something could happen to her. Please take care of her and check if she's okay. And please burn this letter after reading it. I can not risk. This letter is very compromising to me.
You know who.
PS. I miss you too. But I can't see you, not right now. I'm sorry. I'll send you a letter when I feel safe enough to meet. I love you.
Sirius' smile faded as he read the letter. An uncomfortable feeling of anxiety filled his chest. He bit his lip, he knew that the situation the muggleborns found themselves in was not easy, but he didn't think (or didn't want to think) that [Y/N] was in such a tense situation. He smiled a little at the 'I love you' at the end.
Fuck, I miss him so much.
He went to the fireplace and threw the letter into the fire. He watched the letter burn for a few seconds and turned to [Y/N]'s owl. “Hey there buddy” He said softly, smiling at the bird. “Did you have a good trip?” He reached out to her and stroked her head. The bird received the petting happily, closing her eyes and letting Sirius stroke her feathers. “Do you think you can deliver one more letter?” The bird looked at Sirius with expectant eyes. “I think that's a yes,” Sirius said and chuckled softly. He took a quill and paper and began to write.
My love,
I miss you and I worry about you. But I understand that you can't come to see me right now. I love you too and I'll wait for you with all the patience in the world. Stay safe, my love.
Yours, Padfoot.
PS. Thank you for answering me, I almost went crazy these days. Now I know everything is alright. Or, well, at least not that bad. I love you.
Sirius smiled softly and put the letter in an envelope. Sealing it the same way he had sealed the previous one. He turned his attention to [Y/N]'s owl and made sure she was okay. He checked under her wings, looking for any wounds or bruises. But he found nothing. The bird was fine. He offered her some water and after a little rest, the owl departed, carrying Sirius' letter in her paw.
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The initial calm that Sirius felt faded as the days passed. Maybe he was being a little demanding by waiting for another letter from [Y/N], but he couldn't help it. He and [Y/N] didn't usually spend that much time apart and when they did they were able to send each other letters several times a day. His record was 24 letters in one week. Sirius was proud of that. Anyway, despite the constant worry he carried with him, Sirius also had a busy week. He had recently offered his parents' former house to the Order so they could meet there. So he had been busy working alongside them. Still, he hoped to receive a letter from [Y/N] soon.
On a rainy day, while Sirius was answering letters from the Order, an owl knocked on his window. Sirius sighed, it wasn't [Y/N]'s owl, so he just thought it would be another letter to the Order. He got up and let the poor bird in, it was all wet from the rain. He took the letter, and without hoping for anything he opened it. The paper was a little wet and the ink was a little smudged, but Sirius could notice a familiar handwriting. He was surprised, he didn't expect the letter to be from [Y/N]. Still, he was happy. Very happy.
Don't send me any more letters. My owl has returned with her wings burned. Someone tried to attack her. I think they suspect she belongs to a M. I have sent another owl to deliver this letter to you. Don't send me anything anymore, don't respond to this letter. I'm afraid I'm not safe right now. Don't send me anything, I'll send you a letter when I feel safe. Burn this letter too.
The letter wasn't even signed. And the fact that [Y/N] hadn't even dared to write the word 'Muggleborn' sent a chill down his spine. Now his worry had increased threefold. Was [Y/N] in danger…? Sirius gulped. Thinking about that made him too anxious. He quickly threw the letter into the fire, as if he were afraid that someone behind him would see it, even though he was alone in the room. Sirius couldn't help but feel frustrated. He, as well as [Y/N], couldn't do anything about it. They simply had to wish for the best and remain unnoticed. Sirius felt a little of stupid, Why the hell do I work with the Order if all I do is answer letters? But he also understood that things were not so simple. So he just sucked in his frustration. He turned his gaze to the owl and with a slight movement of his wand he dried it completely. Sirius didn't know if owls could catch colds, but at least he did something for the bird. He was wondering where [Y/N] had gotten that owl from. When the storm calmed down the bird left, and Sirius returned to his work of answering letters.
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After receiving that letter from [Y/N], Sirius decided to do exactly what [Y/N] asked of him. Wait. Wait until [Y/N] decides to send him a letter. But it was difficult to do so when the days passed and he still did not receive any letter from him. But Sirius held back. He knew that if he were to do something stupid, [Y/N]'s life could be in danger. And Sirius couldn't deal with the thought of something happening to [Y/N]. So he just waited. And the days passed, many days passed. The month had already ended and still nothing. Sirius was about to go find [Y/N] himself. Every day he fought the urge to write him a letter or go looking for him, but he had to control himself. He couldn't risk sending him a letter, and he didn't know exactly where [Y/N] was to go looking for him anyway. So his only option was to wait. And Sirius hated waiting, but he did it anyway. Because [Y/N]'s safety was the most important thing to him
But finally, after controlling his impulse to send a letter to him for a long time, an owl came to Sirius' window. At first Sirius didn't think it was a letter from [Y/N]. It wasn't his owl and it wasn't the owl that had given him his letter the last time either. So he simply took the letter as if it were another one addressed to the Order. But he opened it anyway, and to his surprise, it was from [Y/N]. Without being able to hide the big smile on his face, he opened the letter, finding his boyfriend's handwriting on the paper again.
Hello. Forgive me for not writing to you sooner. I would have liked to do it sooner, but I couldn't. It would have been very risky. I'm okay, I have been hiding these last few months. But I'm fine. Since the incident with my owl I have kept a low profile. I was afraid they were chasing me. I feel safer now. And I want us to meet. I miss you. Behind the letter is the address and time of our meeting. I'll wait for you. I love you. You already know what to do with this letter, burn it. And don't send me a reply. See you then.
You know who.
Sirius was so happy that he kissed the letter. The bitter taste of ink seeped into his mouth but he didn't care. He was smiling from ear to ear, not only was [Y/N] okay, but he would also see him after so long. Sirius turned the letter over, finding himself facing a familiar address. It was in Muggle London. He and [Y/N] had been on a few dates there before, so it would be easy to get there. Sirius smiled again. He still couldn't believe that he would finally see [Y/N] again. It seemed like years had passed. Sirius dreamed of kissing his boyfriend's lips again. He kissed the letter once more and threw it into the fire. In a few days he would see [Y/N] again.
Sirius was finally able to sleep peacefully that night.
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Sirius wishes he had brought a scarf. The wind was strong and freezing in the streets of Muggle London. Sirius was trying to hide his nose in the collar of his jacket. With his hands in his pockets. Trying to rescue some heat from the cold material of his leather jacket. It wasn't the best clothing option. He knew it now. But he couldn't help it, he was a braggart and wanted to look good for his boyfriend. Even if it meant dying of hypothermia.
When he arrived at the meeting point [Y/N] had not yet arrived, so he stayed there. They hadn't agreed on any particular place, so he sat in one of the chairs in the park. Sirius assumed it would be a brief encounter so he decided to enjoy his boyfriend as much as possible. Because surely he wouldn't see him again for a long time after that. Sirius would have liked to have a nice dinner that ended in a hotel room. But it wasn't the best time for that. So he settled for at least kissing him.
Sirius undid his ponytail, trying to cover his neck from the cold winter wind. He leaned back in the seat, his long black hair moved with the wind. Sirius closed his eyes and took a moment to think. Everything that had been happening lately in the wizarding world was crazy. The war had brought sadness and fear to people. Things were no longer the same. Sirius couldn't remember the last time he had laughed out loud with his friends. He couldn't remember the last time he had a butterbeer. For god's sake, he couldn't even remember the last time he had sex with his boyfriend. The war had made his life, and the lives of everyone, sad and boring. This is the world Death Eaters want to live in...? He couldn't help but wonder.
“Sirius?” Before Sirius could continue to mope himself down, he heard his boyfriend's voice calling his name. A smile automatically appeared on his face and he stood up from his seat, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
“[Y/N]!” He said, smiling “Damnit, I've missed you so much” he chuckled softly, holding [Y/N] close to his chest. Not wanting to let go. [Y/N] hugged him back with the same intensity. After a few seconds Sirius pulled away and took his boyfriend's cheeks in his hands, kissing him. Sirius had been looking forward to doing that for almost two months now. He couldn't put it off one more second. [Y/N] received the kiss happily, returning it as he wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist. Tasting Sirius' lips on his. Perceiving a slight strawberry flavor. He couldn't help but smile a little, Sirius had put on some gloss for him.
Sirius would have continued kissing him for the rest of the day, but they couldn't talk and kiss at the same time, so he pulled away. With a silly smile on his face. He looked like a teenager in love. His cheeks had a slight blush.
“It's been a long time since I last saw you” [Y/N] spoke first, taking Sirius' hand in his.
“Too long,” Sirius said, still with that goofy smile on his face. It seemed like they were back to the beginning of their relationship. “How have you been, love?” Sirius spoke again, this time with a more serious and concerned tone in his voice.
[Y/N] sighed “I've been… fine. I can't complain. Luckily no one has laid eyes on me” he said. Sirius cupped one of his cheeks in his hand, a worried expression on his face.
“You must be terrified… have you been in any major danger recently? I mean, have they been targeting muggleborns?” Sirius felt a little dumb for asking that question, but he had to. He wanted to have full knowledge of everything.
[Y/N] nodded “Yes, love… They have been very active. Every day I get news of missing people” Sirius could feel [Y/N]'s anxiety through his grip, he caressed his hand to reassure him.
“You have to take all the precautions you can, my love… you must be safe” Sirius said tenderly.
“I know, I know… I'm being careful. Since they tried to attack my owl I haven't sent any letters... I've also been moving places every two weeks, I have some muggle friends who have been supporting me. I think I'm doing well” Sirius can't help but smile at that. [Y/N] was being very careful and responsible with his safety and that made him happy.
“I'm so proud of how careful you have been, love” He pressed his hand, intertwined with [Y/N]'s, on his chest. “I'm glad you have people supporting you... Are they trustworthy, love?” Sirius asked softly, [Y/N] nodded.
“Yes, yes they are. They are muggle friends, and some wizards. They have been a great help. I fully trust them” Sirius nodded.
“Good, good..” They both look into each other's eyes for a moment. [Y/N] had a dismayed look. Sirius couldn't help but feel sorry for him. “It's okay, my love” Sirius said softly, trying to comfort him. He leaned down and placed a small, soft kiss on his forehead. [Y/N] sighed.
“It's been a hard month for me, Sirius… I'm exhausted. Every day is an uncertainty.” Sirius took notice of his boyfriend's appearance, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. Sirius felt a small pain in his chest. It hurt him that his boyfriend had to go through all that.
“I know, my love, I know…” One of Sirius' hands went up to [Y/N]'s cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “But we have to keep being strong, you're doing very well. I'm so proud of you” He smiled softly at him. But worry remained in his soft blue-gray eyes. [Y/N] returned a weak smile and nodded gently. There was a small silence between them until [Y/N] spoke again. “I've heard rumors that Dumbledore is building an army… Do you know anything about that, love? Are you involved?” He asked curiously.
Sirius was a little taken aback when he heard the question. It was supposed to be a secret, how had it leaked so quickly? Anyway, he smiled nervously at [Y/N]. As if he had been caught in the middle of a prank. “Well, you know Dumbledore, he has always liked my rebellious nature” He said and chuckled nervously. [Y/N] chuckled along with him. Sirius was adorable. “Yes, my love, I'm involved” He said in a more serious tone this time. But his smile remained on his face. “I wanted to fight to protect you and others like you.. As long as I can fight for the things I believe in, I'll be there... So, yes, I am involved.”
[Y/N]'s lips curved into a smile, his eyes full of love for the man in front of him. He took both of Sirius' hands “Thank you, love… for fighting for me.”
Sirius held [Y/N]'s gaze, seeing the love in his eyes as he looked at him, he couldn't help but blush and smile nervously.
“No need to thank me, my love” He said, the soft red on his cheeks making him look even cuter under the snow. “I'll always be here to protect you and fight for what's right.. I do it because I love you, [Y/N]. You're my love and I can't imagine a life without you.” [Y/N]'s smile grew even bigger (if that was possible) at those words. He brought Sirius' hands to his lips, kissing them.
“I love you so much, Sirius… thank you, my love… you're wonderful.”
Sirius smiled and shook his head, looking at the ground. Blushing even more. “I'm far from wonderful, my love. But you know this better than anyone.” He looked [Y/N] in the eyes. Sirius was sure that the man in front of him was the love of his life. A warm feeling flooded his chest and he couldn't help but say: “I love you. I love you very, very much. I'm just grateful that this war allowed me to realize how much you mean to me. And I don't regret this decision. I was meant to fight for you and protect you and I would do it a thousand times again.”
[Y/N] stared at him, speechless. Suddenly, all the emotions he had been repressing that month came to the surface. And without making a sound, tears begin to fall from his eyes. “...Thanks” That's all he managed to say.
“Sweetheart…” Sirius said, somewhat surprised by the reaction and quickly wrapped [Y/N] in his arms. Letting him cry on him. [Y/N] quickly followed suit, hugging him tightly, crying quietly into his shoulder.
“I'm sorry” He muttered “It's just that… I'm scared, Sirius” He confessed in a weak voice. “Every day they torture people... I'm afraid that... The next person to disappear will be me.” He clinged to Sirius, trying, somehow, to feel him as close as possible. Seeking safety in his arms.
Sirius felt his heart break as he listened to his boyfriend cry. He had never seen him cry like that before. It was a part of [Y/N] that he didn't know. The vulnerability of him. Or at least not to that level. [Y/N] sounded completely sad, and Sirius felt weak from his crying. He hugged him tightly, trying to think of what to say or do to comfort him. But [Y/N]'s sadness was contagious and a feeling of anxiety began to invade Sirius too.
The fear of losing him overcame him. Still, he tried to maintain his composure. “Don't... don't say that, my love. The next one to disappear” He stuttered nervously “The next one to disappear will not be you. I won't let it happen. Not to me, not to you. Okay? You'll be safe... I promise.” He said and placed a kiss on his hairline.
[Y/N] pulled away. A little embarrassed for having started crying out of nowhere. He was just overwhelmed. He quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks and tried to catch his breath. “Okay…” He nodded “...I'm fine” He was trying to convince Sirius by saying that, but he didn't seem to succeed. Sirius still had that worried look on his face. “It's just… it's hard to keep hope... Every day Vold… He becomes more powerful... Every day more people join him, every day more people like me disappear... It terrifies me to think that the worst is yet to come... What will I do if... If he wins? If he takes control?... I don't want to think about it.” Sirius held him close, feeling the same fear and anxiety. Sirius tried to reassure him but it was difficult when he also felt the same uncertainty.
“I know it's hard, love, but let's try to stay positive, okay? It's the best we can do” Sirius said softly. His arms were still around [Y/N]'s body, as if he didn't want to let go completely. His hands gently caressed him, trying to make him feel better.
[Y/N] nodded softly. “Yeah, I guess I can only hope for the best… I hope what you're working on turns out, love, I trust you” [Y/N] looked up, looking Sirius in the eyes and giving him a small smile “I'm hopeful” He added. Sirius smiled along with him. Knowing that his boyfriend had so much trust in him filled Sirius with a warm feeling that only [Y/N] could give him.
“I won't let you down [Y/N], I'll always fight for you, for the future we could have together, and I think... no, I know we're going to succeed… All this will pass, love, I promise” Sirius smiled softly. His eyes were full of tenderness. Sirius loved [Y/N] like he had never loved anyone. And he knew he would do anything for the man in front of him.
[Y/N] smiled, he couldn't help but feel calm. Sirius had always had that effect on him. He just made him feel safe. And [Y/N] loved that, he loved Sirius. He loved how Sirius made him feel. “I'm glad there are still people who support us... I'm glad there are wizards... pureblood wizards, who support us.” Sirius took his hand and squeezed it. Trying to say non-verbally that he supported him unconditionally. After all, he knew that [Y/N] meant him as 'pureblood wizards'.
“Of course I support you, love, I'm doing this for you, for you and others like you… This is a noble cause, I know that if we all unite against Voldemort we can stop him” Sirius looked at his boyfriend, trying to see his reaction. Hoping that his words had brought him some comfort. But that didn't seem to be the case, [Y/N] had an expression of surprise and fear on his face. “...Love?” Sirius asked, confused. [Y/N]'s reaction was out of character. He didn't understand if maybe he had said something wrong.
“...don't say his name” [Y/N] said almost in a whisper, as if he was afraid of being heard. Sirius was stunned. He had forgotten it, he had forgotten the taboo of the name. Suddenly Sirius started to feel embarrassed, like he had screwed up.
“I'm.. I'm sorry, love” He quickly apologized “I didn't do it on purpose, really, forgive me.”
[Y/N] shook his head softly “No, love, it's okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose” He smiled slightly, embarrassed. “I know it's a stupid thing... the taboo... But, you know, I can't risk it.” He said, looking for some understanding. [Y/N] knew that, although he loved Sirius with all his being, Sirius was a pureblood wizard, and he had never experienced the discrimination that he had. And much less the persecution he had been experiencing in the recent months. [Y/N] was feeling a little stupid and paranoid. He thought he knew better than to fear the stupid name. But, to his surprise, he found himself afraid to even hear it from someone else. The fear was too real, the missing people were too many. [Y/N] couldn't help but feel afraid.
Sirius shook his head “It isn't stupid, love… And I get it, right now everything is... chaotic, so it's best to take all possible precautions.” Sirius looked at his boyfriend “Your life is important, [Y/N], don't be ashamed to look after it as if it were a treasure” Sirius said and smiled softly at his boyfriend. Every word Sirius said came from the depths of his heart and affection. Sirius loved [Y/N], like he had never loved anyone or anything before. He would do anything to keep the boy he had fallen in love with safe. But he couldn't do it, at least not directly. So [Y/N]'s safety depended entirely on [Y/N] himself.
[Y/N] smiled “God, what have I done to deserve you?” [Y/N] said and Sirius chuckled a little embarrassed. Sirius could be a shameless flirt but when it came to [Y/N] he was a teddy bear. And Sirius liked that. [Y/N] knew a part of him that not everyone knew. Sirius had learned to pretend to be braver than he was (or he thought he was) in life. And that had made him hide his vulnerability behind a cocky smile. But with [Y/N]... with [Y/N] he could be everything he couldn't be with anyone else.
“You make me very happy, [Y/N]” He couldn't help but confess “You just… you make me very happy." He repeated, not knowing what else to say. The words seemed too simple to convey all the complex feelings he felt inside. But for now he'd settle for that.
[Y/N] smiled tenderly and hugged him. Sirius hugged him back, wrapping his arms around his lover's body and hiding his nose between his shoulder and neck. Sirius loved him, Sirius loved him so much. He felt the heat of [Y/N]'s body on his. He felt his lover's arms surrounding him. He felt [Y/N]'s heartbeat against his body and he felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with [Y/N], overwhelmed with love. In the most beautiful and painful way possible. Sirius was sad. How could he not be? Fear had become a part of his life since the war had started. Sirius was afraid of losing him, of losing the love of his life. Of losing [Y/N]. The fear followed him everywhere. At every moment. It was a nightmare. A very realistic nightmare that left Sirius unwilling to sleep. [Y/N] hugged him tightly, needing to feel Sirius against him, to feel his body against his. To make sure that he was there, with him, and that he was safe in his arms.
[Y/N] felt a small pang in his heart when he felt Sirius begin to cry against his shoulder. He held him in his arms, letting Sirius hold him in his. Sirius didn't usually cry, or at least he didn't usually show it. But at that moment they were both afraid, and the only thing they had was each other. War brought out the worst in people. War takes everything that mades people live and puts it on a tightrope, torturing them with the uncertainty that, perhaps, all of that would disappear forever. That's what Sirius felt. Maybe his life wasn't as in danger as [Y/N]'s, since he was a pureblood, but [Y/N] was like the air in his lungs. If he wasn't there Sirius was incomplete. Empty. Sirius had become so used to the happiness [Y/N] gave him that it had become his everything. And without it he was nothing. Sirius didn't want that, Sirius didn't want to be empty. Sirius hated sadness, he hated loneliness. He was afraid of loneliness. Sirius would rather die a thousand times than live a single life without [Y/N].
“Sirius…” [Y/N] spoke softly, with sadness in his voice. He desperately wanted to comfort Sirius but he didn't know what to say. “Sirius don't–”
“I don't want you to leave.”
[Y/N] felt warmth and pain in his chest at the same time. He wanted to stay with Sirius, he would do anything to stay with Sirius. But he couldn't. It would be an unnecessary risk. An unnecessary risk for Sirius. [Y/N] was not only in danger, he was also a danger to others. The muggleborn hunting was not limited to just muggleborns. Those people who hid and sheltered muggleborns were also persecuted. And [Y/N] would never forgive himself if something happened to Sirius because of him. Because the only thing that was more important than his own safety was Sirius' safety. It breaks [Y/N]'s heart to have to reject his boyfriend in that state, but he had to do it.
“Sirius, you know I can't–”
“No, listen to me” Of course, [Y/N] was naïve if he thought Sirius was going to give up so easily. “Listen... if you stay with me at the Order base... they can protect you, the Order can keep you safe, I can keep you safe, you can stay there with me” Sirius said almost desperately.
“Sirius no.”
“[Y/N] please.”
“No Sirius, it's unnecessary…” He said softly, trying to make Sirius understand “I'm fine by myself, I don't need to be a burden to what you are working on… And besides, it's not safe for you either.”
“No, [Y/N], you don't…” He sighed, he had to let it out. The words were stuck in his throat “Listen, I... I can't lose you, okay? I can't lose you, I can't… I won't” He trembled at the uncertainty. “A-And I can't stay here doing nothing, not knowing where you are or not even knowing if you're still alive… I can't, okay? I can't live like that, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything… Just let me protect you, [Y/N], please” [Y/N] looked at him for a moment, then shook his head without saying anything. Sirius sighed in frustration. “Oh for god's sake [Y/N], just let me do this for you.” He said irritated “Damnit, can't you see I'm doing this for you? Don't you see I don't want you to die? What?, you have a death wish or something?” Sirius couldn't help but be a little harsh, he was frustrated.
“Sirius…” [Y/N] looked at him sadly, he didn't want to do this. Sirius was too stubborn for his own good. Things were already difficult and painful enough, why did he have to make it even more difficult? “Just stop it.”
“God [Y/N] please” He said almost like a plea, he didn't know what else to do or say to convince him. “Don't do this to me, not now” Sirius sounded hurt, he looked like a little boy crying.
“...I'm sorry” [Y/N] said and Sirius sighed in defeat. “I'm going to be okay, love, really.” He said, trying to comfort him, “I've taken care of myself all this time and I'll continue to do so… I'll be fine Sirius.” Sirius looked at him. He knew that if there was a person in the world more stubborn than him, that person was [Y/N]. He had already given his last word, and Sirius knew it was impossible to change his mind. He sighed.
“...you promise?”
“I promise.”
[Y/N] said and Sirius nodded softly. A part of him wanted to keep fighting and not give up, but he knew it was in vain. He hugged [Y/N] again, this time more gently. He was saying goodbye.
“...When can I see you again?”
“I'm not sure, love.”
Sirius sighed “Will you at least send me letters?”
“I'll try.”
Sirius nodded although none of [Y/N]'s answers comforted him. “...take care of yourself... God, please take care of yourself.”
“I will, Sirius.” He gently caressed his back.
Sirius continued to hold him for a few more minutes and then let him go. Sirius was defeated and sad, his blue-gray eyes still had traces of tears in them. “You have to go now?” He asked quietly. A part of him still hoped that [Y/N] will change his mind. But [Y/N] just nodded.
“Yes, I have to go,” He said softly. Sirius didn't say anything, just accepting it.
“...will you give me one last kiss?”
[Y/N] smiled “Of course my love.”
[Y/N] kissed him like they had done thousands of times before. But this time it felt different. Sirius kissed him as if it were the last time, and [Y/N] noticed. But he didn't say anything. He let Sirius kiss him because in the back of his mind he also feared that it might be the last time. Sirius' kisses were always amazing. He and Sirius had the ability to speak to each other without words, and kissing was one of those ways. [Y/N] surrendered himself completely to Sirius' lips and Sirius cherished every part of him almost possessively. They both gave themselves to each other completely. And for a moment the war took a backseat. Lost in their world, lost in the other
“...be careful, [Y/N]” he whispered against his lips.
“I will,” He whispered back.
Okay, this ended up being way longer than I had planned. I'll leave it here for now. I will do a second part, even a third if necessary. But I hope I can finish it in less than three parts. I hope you enjoyed it!
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february 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: fireside. word count: 768.
The Gryffindors hosted a weekly game night in their common room that Regulus had managed to avoid for the entire first term. Sirius pestered and nagged him about going, but he always talked his way out of it. Regulus simply didn’t want to deal with the noise, or the drama, or the spectacle that always came with being in the presence of Gryffindors.
Most of all, Regulus did not want to deal with seeing James Potter.
Sirius didn’t know that bit.
Unfortunately for him, Regulus was a hopeless, lovesick fool for James Potter. He couldn’t stand to be in the same room with James without practically drooling all over the floor. And he certainly didn’t feel like making a desperate, sorry mess of himself in front of James and everyone else. He’d never recover.
So, he typically avoided game nights.
But, today was weird. It started with Sirius tracking him down in the library.
“Reggie,” Sirius sang, and flicked him in the forehead.
“Ow, Sirius, what the fuck?” Regulus smacked Sirius’ hand away.
He grinned down at him. “Come to game night,” Sirius pleaded.
Regulus sighed heavily. “I can’t, you know—”
“James wants you there.”
And Regulus promptly shut up. He stared up at Sirius with wide eyes for a second too long. “I–what?” he managed to choke out.
Sirius was practically giggling, eyes dancing with amusement. “James. He asked for you.”
Regulus tried not to be too hasty with his response, lest Sirius get any ideas.
“I’ll be there.”
Sirius threw him a look as he strutted out of the library, and Regulus realized he was in deep shit.
Well, he’d done it to himself. Make your bed and lie in it, as they say.
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Regulus had been in the Gryffindor common room for fifteen minutes and he was already overwhelmed by the existence of James Potter.
He was sure he couldn’t have been more obvious, staring at James with fucking heart eyes, but James really was a magnet for Regulus’ attention, he couldn’t help it. He knew the girls were whispering to each other and giggling about him, and he felt like his life was over. All he’d ever be known for was having a stupid, adolescent crush on James.
The games bored him and Sirius was off flirting with Lupin, so Regulus was stuck staring at the crackling fire in the fireplace, feeling sappy and yearning against his will.
His attention was yanked from the fire to the person who had just sat beside him on the couch, cushions dipping and pushing Regulus into their chest.
Regulus heard a chuckle. “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.”
He froze. James was sitting beside him, and Regulus had just practically fallen into his lap.
Regulus made a surprised noise and bolted up, putting as much space between them as the small couch allowed(which was very little space). James was grinning at him, and Regulus’ heart was aching, he loved that smile.
“Oh, um, I–”
“You came to game night,” James interrupted him.
Regulus just stared at him. He always found it hard to look away. “I did.”
“Why this time?” James was quiet, and fiddling his sleeve.
Regulus gave him a look. “Really?” he asked. “Are you going to play dumb?”
James shook his head quickly, “No, I just wanted to know—”
“Sirius said you asked for me.”
James stared at him, eyes a bit wide. He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He leaned in towards Regulus, closing the already minimal space between them. When he spoke, his breath ghosted over Regulus’ cheeks. “So that’s why you’re here, then? For me?”
Regulus was actively fighting every atom in his body that was telling him to lean just a little bit closer and kiss James silly. He was right there, and Regulus wanted.
He breathed. “I’m not here for Sirius,” he said, like a confession, baring his very soul to James.
James smiled, his whole face lighting up. “Then it's okay? If I do this?” He was swaying closer, and Regulus held his breath, eyes fluttering shut, body bracing for the fucking impact.
It never came, and after a moment of silence, he ripped his eyes open to find James just one breath away, still looking at him. “Use your words, Regulus. Tell me if it’s okay—”
Regulus groaned. Insufferable bastard, being so respectful. “Yes, fucking hell, yes, kiss me—”
James surged forward, catching his lips, and he melted into him. There were whoops and yells and whistles in the background, but Regulus wasn’t paying attention, because this moment was his.
James kissed and kissed and kissed him by the fireside, and Regulus didn’t miss a single game night again.
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🔥 anything about sirius because i am being a little hater towards some characterisations too
i've already talked your ears off about this on discord but i'm happy to talk to about it again bc i fucking HATE new sirius black with a burning passion. i hate him as much as i love my sirius black that marauderstok can pry from my cold dead hands bc i'm not letting him go. i don't know when it happened and why but marauders fans are particularly persistent on taking away any interesting traits sirius had and leaving behind a whimpering pathetic twink that cries when someone looks at him the wrong way. sirius has been scrubbed clean of any morally grey traits he might've had (he's not allowed to care for his family (unless it's regulus) or long for them bc they are bad, he's not allowed to have any prejudices even though he was literally raised with pureblood mentality and taught he was superior to everyone else from the day he was born, he's not allowed to be an asshole bc he's not like his family guys!! and when he is an asshole it's always used to victimize the character he's being an asshole to and sirius is painted as the villain with mommy issues that can only be fixed by getting dicked down apparently)
i cannot stress this enough: LET THIS MAN BE A COMPLEX CHARACTER!! and no, giving him mental illnesses that miraculously disappear when he gets together with remus and making him attempt to kill himself post prank because he feels bad is NOT making him complex! you're just weird. you're just romanticizing mental illnesses and i can't believe you don't see anything wrong with it. giving him bipolar to justify his actions is?? not??? representation??? it's offensive to people who actually have to deal with these issues in their day to day lives and yet here you are using something that will impact their life forever as a plot device for your uwu sadboy mlm fanfic.
and that's what new sirius boils down to. he's a plot device, an accessory to everyone else's story that's never given much depth other than "oh his mom used the cruciatus on him and now he's traumatized". no hate to jegulus but hate to specific jegulus fics that turn sirius into an overdramatic caricature of his former self for the sake of drama and angst.
also, some of these wolfstar shippers... wtf are you guys on?? idk when and why (that's a lie i do but i'm not gonna say it) remus became sirius black in a werewolf costume but here we are. oh sirius was cool and effortlessly smart and handsome and girls wanted him? well guess what? snatches all of those character traits and throws them onto remus they're his character traits now. ignore how it doesn't make any sense for the werewolf child who was isolated from the rest of the world to be a smooth talking alpha casanova who plays basketball actually. while we're at it, ignore how unrealistic it is for a boy who was raised in a family that believed they were superior to everyone else based on blood status, who was raised to be the perfect heir and checked off all the traits needed to be one to be insecure?? and unsure of himself?? and stupid??? and a loser??? i don't understand what the point of flipping the wolfstar dynamic was when you're left with a shallow copy of the original but ok. you do you ig.
to summarize, my sirius is cool and effortlessly smart and egotistical and a complete asshole who thinks he's the best thing ever. is it an act to cover up how damaged he thinks he is because of his family? possibly. but i also fully believe sirius thought he was a god amongst men and everyone should be glad to be in his presence. he talked down to other people because he considered himself smarter, he rolled his eyes when students asked stupid questions and made fun of them when they got an answer wrong. he's a teenage boy let him be a dick with no excuses.
(also i find it funny when people write about sirius getting into a fight with james or remus and crying because they said something mean. as if sirius wouldn't throw hands the moment someone started criticizing him. he's toxic and that's what makes him interesting. that's his purpose! characters exist to make stories interesting, to start drama, not to be your moral guide on how to act. stories become so much more fun once you let go of the need to make every character a good person. also liking a character doesn't equal liking them as a person. i love sirius but i would hate his guts irl)
#i feel like i can never fully write what i want to say and i hate it#wish i could take you guys on a tour of my brain. it's crazy up in here#thank you for letting me talk zandra it's almost like you knew what was bothering me znjzjzj#it's really not that deep (i say after writing an entire post about it)#(it's not i just like to talk to myself and hope someone will listen bc i am very very passionate can you tell?)#sirius black#mwpp#marauders#marauders era#nymph answers#hating hours 🔥#just to be safe#tw mental illness#tw sui attempt
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You had one job Weasley!
Fred Weasley x fem! slytherin! reader
Summary: Fred and Y/n are on opposite sides of the war, engaging in a dangerous game of sneaking around, but will their luck run out when the final battle is upon them?
Warnings: swearing, angst, sad and happy fluff, mentions of war, death, murder, injuries, blood, grief as well as Greyback and Bellatrix being ruthless, established relationship, secret relationship, hurt/comfort, kissing, remus lupin lives, only proofread once x
A/n: 6.5k words, Timothy Greengrass and Joey Taggert are my OC's, wolfstar implied but if you ship remdora it's written neutral x thank you for the request, as you can see I missed writting for freddie and hence wrote alot, please enjoy xx
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Your leg bobbed uncontrollably, paranoia seeping through your brain at every small noise you heard, even the wisp of the the wind had hairs standing up. This wasn’t how you pictured your late teens, you expected some drama sure, maybe some minor life threatening when your original plan to run away with your boyfriend was discovered, but a war, becoming an order spy, having to shield your thoughts constantly from the darkest and most powerful wizard of your generation? Yeah…maybe paranoia was an understatement
Currently you were deep down a lane off diagon alley yet you could just about see the orange hue of your boyfriends shop shining down the far end. You checked yours…well actually Sirius’ pocket watch, it was 4 in the morning. Fred was likely not awake yet you hoped the light of your patronus was enough to wake him through the window.
There was a risk George or Lee may see it, but they wouldn’t connect it to you. Deatheaters were known to be unable to cast them, only exceptions were you, Timothy and your late friend as you highly doubted a man like Snape could do it. On top of that there was no words, no message with it, because Fred would know it was you, just like he always did
“Please come” you whisper, hugging yourself as the winter cold cut straight through your jumper and jacket
You probably should have worn something more, but you loved this jacket, it was cool, Sirius wherever he was now would totally approve. In fact the jacket was his, given to you from when you did run away. Yet less than a year later you would lose him and be forced by Snape and Dumbledore to return to your parents and the dark wanker himself. You would go on to convince them you were only doing as the former told you in order to gain their trust and to do that you had to make it completely believable.
Your parents were typical slytherins, yet even though you pretty much knew most slyhterins were arseholes you were proud to be one. It took a while for people to trust you.
Sirius trusted you the moment you arrived at his door, you’d later understand why as he did the same thing when he was your age. Remus followed his friend's suit and Harry trusted his godfather.
The Weasleys were cautious and all but Fred remained so, his trust grew quickly much like your crushes, to the point you were a couple by the time your final year began.
Hermione never trusted you, to the point you and your friends weren’t invited to the DA, even after Fred went off on her for it. You didn’t blame her, nor argued your way in, yet you felt sick that she was probably revealing now about how she was right. How everyone would say you were this monster just like Peter. How Sirius would be so disappointed in you now. How you…
“Hey”
You dart around, extending your wand
“Just me love” Fred lets out a chuckle
You let out a shaky breath, heartbeat returning to normal
Lowering your wand you took a second to admire him, he looked the exact same. Same light in his eyes, same goofy smile…same terrible colour scheme…orange and blue fred? What are you an Irn bru can?
Fred may have looked like he was joking, taking things slow and letting you come to him. Yet in reality all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and never let you go. He was constantly worried, to the point that not even George knew he was meeting with you, everyone in the world saw you as a traitor but not him.
“You just gonna drool over my banging physique or are you gonna kiss me?” he gestures to himself
He watches you let out a small laugh at his joke and it kills him. The light in your eyes had almost faded into nothing but a mere sparkle when you looked at him. The girl that was his underground agent back in his last year of hogwarts was now in the major leagues, risking her life more than he or most of the order were, his radio and missions child's play compared to you
Snape had tried to break his heart, told you there could be no loose ends but you refused. Instead you told him everything and offered to obliviate him if he wanted after, giving him the choice. That choice made him love you all the more, he knew remembering was dangerous, but in no world he wanted to forget you, hate you, if not for himself but you as well.
“You want me to come to you?” he offers and you nod, upper face scrunching like you want to cry but have no tears left to fall, the war had sucked you dry
He wraps his arms around you, nose nudging into your hair. It was greasy and tangled, swept back in a clear attempt to hide it. He didn’t mind. You still smelled like you, the same thing he breathed in every night as he kept your scarf, well his old scarf that you stole, on the pillow you should be sleeping on. It was even charmed to hold your scent, and above all your place until you could return to him
“Hi” you mumble into his jacket, arms clutching onto him like he’s going to disappear
“Hi” he whispers back, holding you that little bit closer before he pulls back
Your hands still cling onto him but your head tilts up so you can see his face, leaning into his hand as it cups your cheek. His eyes flick over your face, lips parted as his thumb glides over your cheek
“What are you doing?” You ask softly, a little shy under his gaze
“Memorising every inch of you….just in case” he answers truthfully, you both knew by now it was likely one or both of you may not make it through this so you savoured every moment like it was the last
He leans in and kisses your forehead. It’s lingering. His heart aching that this was the way it had to be. That everytime he sees you he tries to remember every feature, blemish, indentation, that little hue of colour in your eyes you can only see up close. When you leave it’ll replay in his mind every night, hoping, praying to gordic himself that he won’t be replaying it for the rest of his life and he’ll have a chance to see you once more
You find yourself doing the same, eyes tracing over trying to remember every detail, the slight wrinkles caused by laughter, every freckle that scattered his face, the shine of his hair…
“I love you” are the first words that escape your lips, hands trying to pull him just that little bit closer
He melts, but it’s in a soul crushing way. Your voice is beautiful, the one he heard late at night when he purposefully stayed up too late, his over tired mind finding it easier to imagine you beside him, assuring him his family and friends would make it. That you would make it. Return to him. Start a life together. Grow old together
Fred’s eyes are watery when you meet them “I love you so much” he says earnestly before cupping your face and leaning in to rub his nose against yours “How long do we have?” he whispers
“10 minutes” you give him a sad smile
“How would you like to spend them?” he asks, trying to smile as crying together would a waste
“Hold me”
He manoeuvres backwards, sitting down on a small ledge and gently pulling you onto his lap to hold you. His arms hold you securely, heads tucked into the others necks, your arms wrapped under his arms, clutching his shoulders. The ground is crisp, his arse soon growing numb as do your knees yet neither of you care, all that matters was these few minutes. They would pass slowly and quickly, there would never be enough time, even forever would never be enough
“You think he’ll be proud of me?”
You don’t have to say his name and Fred knows, pulling back to look at you, one hand moving to fiddle with your jacket
“Yes” he nods firmly “And if he was still here he would be proud to call you his daughter”
“A few more weeks and I would have been” you look down “I still have the papers hidden under the floorboard” you confess
Fred presses a kiss to your hair line “You could always change your last name to his” he offers and you look back up, nodding with a mournful smile
“Or become a dog” you let out the smallest of laughs
He joins you “You’d make an adorable dog” he nods
“Imagine the mischief” you laugh again, its freer and Fred’ heart swells
“We’d be unstoppable” he chuckles
The giggles soon die down, the cold alley quieting again as you pull a small bit of paper from your pocket. Fred watches you fiddle with it for a second, before you open it up and smile. He can’t see the contents until you turn the paper around, his hand coming up to take it
“You drew this?” he asks as his eyes trace over, instantly recognising himself
You nod, eyes growing glassy again as you talk
“You know Joe used to give me and Tim these stupid sketching lessons back at Hogwarts” you let out a breathy laugh “We’d always fluck them, drawing silly things instead” a tear falls “We found all his scetchbooks after he…” you can’t say it “Me and Tim decided to continue filling the two he had bought for us but never had the chance to…” you look back up at Fred I’ve drawn lots of you, and Sirius…and him from memory” you sniffle “That ones my faviourite” you point to it
Fred stares down at it before looking up again “Why give it to me?” he asks, heart heavy that this was you saying goodbye
“Because then you can give it back to me”
He folds up the drawing, carefully placing it in his inner pocket before bringing your lips to his. The kiss is slow, made up of multiple little kisses with whispered ‘I love yous’ slipping out in between them.
The kisses last a while, until your both hugging each other close, noses buried in each others neck
“I need to go” you murmur, placing a chaste kiss to his skin
His heart drops but he nods, letting you off of his lap and accepting your hands as you hold them out. Even after he’s stood up his hands never leave yours, neither of you can let go.
Not just yet
“I’ll see you again” he says, holding your hands tighter, nodding
I’ll see her again
You smile as much as you can, nodding as well “Until the next time”
There will be a next time
“Until next time” he repeats your words, reluctantly letting your hands slip away
You turn away, beginning to walk when you look back, staring for a moment before running backup for one final embrace
“Next time” you whisper before pressing your lips to his
“Next time” he kisses you once more but a little harder, thumbs caressing your face
You kiss him one last time, softly, before parting and walking off quickly, knowing if you look back again or stay you would never leave.
Fred watches you walk away, taking his heart with him while yours remains here with him. As his hand moves to wipe the tears that fell the moment you turn the corner he feels something sticking out of his jacket pocket
It’s a piece of paper similar to the one you gave him earlier. Opening it the years fall harder, it was a drawing of you while you’re laughing, it’s so beautiful, and in the corner is your writing
Joey drew this the week before he died. I want you to have it. It's been six months since I last saw you. I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other again, if we see each other again, so I want you to remember me like this. Happy.
I love you Freddie
Always
“She’ll come back” he holds it to his chest “She going to come back”
The next months were hard. In fact hard was an understatement when yourself and Timothy were paired with Greyback and his snatchers.
During that time you met Ted Tonks once more, a man you respected, yet you couldn’t let him go free and that was a decision that would haunt you and Timothy forever. Greyback was the one that did it, something that was so cruel, so horrific it was beyond words. He waited until the full moon, set Ted free and hunted him like it was a sport. Bellatrix arrived the following morning but only to cackle over his body while you and timothy watched
You saw many things that made you lose faith at times. Timothy was always there though, and although Joey was gone you had his drawings, even the ones which held old conversations from potions. You would talk to them sometimes, perhaps it was on set insanity but it helped.
It kept you going
Now you were back at Hogwarts, shaky hands as you waited for Snape to give you both instructions that weren’t a vague be within the castle walls as soon as you can
“Where have you been?” You ask a little on edge Tim as he enters your old common room “Oh no what?” you notice his face
“It’s happening, Harry’s here and the order has arrived too” he replies, looking beyond nervous "I think they've taken over the great hall but I didn't stick around to check"
You nod slowly taking a few breaths, heart racing that Fred was so close “Guess that’s why he wanted us here” you take a seat on your old spot on the couches and Timothy joins you, leaving a space in the middle for where Joey once sat
You both look at the empty space and then each other
“He should be here” he whispers
“Yeah” you nod “Though if he was he’d tell you that shirt looks terrible” you can’t stop the giggle
He scoffs “Well fuck you too” he starts chuckling too, looking down “Salazar it is terrible isn't it…why'dyou let me wear this?” he shakes his head
“You didn’t wash any others” you shrug
“Can you transfigure it?” he pleas “I can’t die in this”
You let out a shocked laugh “I can’t believe you just said that!”
“What it’s true! Doesn’t matter if both sides are gonna try and kill us, when they see this monstrosity they’ll be like let’s kill the wanker in the shit coloured shirt”
You giggle at him but then your face falls a little “You aren’t going to die…we’ll make it out” you say, looking serious before you crack a smile “Cause Joe will never let us live it down if we die”
“Yeah" he laughs "He’d rip the pish out of us the moment we got there, wherever there is”
“And say that shirt is a crime against fashion” you giggle, taking your wand and muttering some spells to change the shirts colour
“Better?”
“Much thanks” his fingers fiddle with the soft green material “Matches my eyes…well one of them”
“I’m not making the other half blue Tim. Then you would look like a right wanker”
You both chuckle for a little while. Enjoying the small bit of normal you always found in each other. That was until you spot a bright light out of the common room window. Standing, you both make your way over, watching the light stretch down through the water to the bed below
“It’s weirdly beautiful” Timothy notes watching the shimmer
You hum in agreement “I know it’s always been real. The war I mean. But now it feels…”
“Really real” Timothy takes your hand “Like it’s the beginning of the end”
"Yeah" you squeeze his hand before looking up at him “Just hope it’s the end we hope for”
“It will be” he stares out of the window for a second and takes a deep breath, then he turns to you “Love you” he gives you the best smile he can muster
“Me too” you nod
“You love yourself?” he teases earning a playful hit
“Arsehole”
Fred made his way up the stairs, following Remus, Tonks, and the elder of his family, George walked beside him but it was quiet. Air feeling so thick it was almost suffocating. Everyone he loved was here except you, he had no idea where you were. Where are you in the castle? Outside the barrier? Worse?
“You alright?” his twin whispers as they get to the top
He wants to say no, I’m not okay, I have no idea if the love of my life is alright, but he can't, instead he lies
“Yeah…you?” he asks, walking outside towards the balcony of the tower
“Yeah” George gives a firm nod, hands finding the wall “Nice view”
“Seen better” that makes George chuckle
They watch the spells hit the barrier. It was beautiful in its own way, like the calm before a storm, yet the storm is always inevitable and rips away everything
But you can only hope its not everything
Georges drift to the side “Looks like someones trying to cheer us up” he chuckles drawing Fred’s attention
“Wha…” he starts to ask when he sees it, a patronus, your patronus
He smiles
“Kinda looks like Sirius’ in his dog form” George notes “Think it’s Remus’ they were thing once weren't they?”
“Could be” Fred shrugs “I’ll go see, be back in a jiff” Fred pats his twins shoulder as he passes, walking towards the dancing light, following the dog as it patters back into the tower and down one flight of stairs, eventually disappearing behind a tapestry
His heart does a little skip wanting nothing more than to run in but he holds himself back, glancing around to check no one can see him before he enters slowly
“Love?” he whispers looking around until his eyes fall on you, leaning on the small window as you stared out “Love” he repeats a little louder
That gains your attention and you waste no time making your way over to him “Hi” you greet, trying to stop your hands from shaking
Fred takes them in his “Hi” he says, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles
“I love you so much” you can’t stop the tears as they were already falling, your hands slipping out of his and cupping his cheeks shocking him a little but then his own chase yours, grasping your wrists
“I love you too” he squeezes them, worry swarming in his stomach at how broken you look “What’s going on? Do they know you're a spy? They get Timothy?” he asks mildly frantic
“No nothing like that they have no idea…although they’ll know soon enough” you assure him before taking a breath
“Then what is it?” he asks softly
“You know when we said no promises? Because life's so unpredictable there's little chance we’ll be able to keep them” he nods “I need you to not to necessarily promise, but tell me you won’t get yourself killed. That we’ll make it out and we’ll get married and have a life together. A beautiful messy, chaotic life together”
He can feel the tears hitting his hands as he answers “I promise” his own eyes watering
“We’re so close to the end” you say with a shaky voice “We’ve come too far to lose it all now...I can't...” you take a sharp breath trying to compose yourself
“And we won’t" he wipes your tears and cups your face "When this is over, I'm going to ask you to marry me, and you’ll...hopefully..." you giggle "...say yes, and then we’ll move into a weird and wacky cottage, raise children if we want them and then grow old and grey together”
“Good” you smile at him, nodding as your hands fall from his cheek and wrap around his torso while his slither around you, holding you tight
You held each other for less than a minute but it felt like a small eternity. The first and last promise you would ever make to each other spoken in that little hideaway, and when you parted, watched Fred walk back up the stairs and you headed down to meet Timothy again, you both hoped it wouldn't be broken
Because if it was, neither of you would survive it
“Tim!” you shout, flicking a spell towards one of Greybacks snatchers
Running down the hall you found yourself near Gryffindor tower once more, yet you couldn’t worry about Fred. You had to find Timothy, Fred had the order looking out for him while you and Timothy only had one another. Everyone was out for you. In fact you had saved Remus from a death eater only to be spotted by Tonks soon after and almost killed whilst trying to slip away
“Tim” you say mostly for yourself, frantically looking around when you see a flash of red hair
Percy
He was fighting death eaters who had forced their way through what must have been one of the not so secret passages. He hadn’t seen you as you continued down the corridor towards him, hoping Timothy was just behind or in front of you.
You couldn’t head back now there were too many looking for you
You movements stopped though when you saw him “Fred” you see him join Percy's side
Of course he’s laughing, you think as you draw closer…then you see it
A death eater pointing his wand towards Percy and Fred through the windows of the corridors. You didn’t think just ran towards them. Percy was a little closer to the impact zone as the spell hit the wall, blowing up the bricks and sending most of it down and towards Fred and you guessed now, yourself
They hadn’t noticed your approach, reactions delayed until Percy was flung backwards and down a flight of stairs when you were a mere metre from Fred
You turned your body towards the falling wall yelling “Retcuto!” the spell vaporising the wall and the impact of which sending you and Fred flying deeper down the corridor, landing next to one another as smaller debris lands almost softly around you
“Fuck” Fred groans, wand still in his hand as he processes what just happened “Percy!” he shoots up, ignoring the sting as he looks to the side, not seeing his brother but you wincing on your side “Y/n…Y/n!” he says the first in shock and the second in alarm scooping you into his arms
Fred ignores the calls of his name from not only Percy but Ron and Harry who seem to have stumbled upon them, the small well of rubble blocking their view. Your eyes open, panting heavy and he thinks you’re going to say something sweet, maybe a cute a hello, but instead you hit him multiple times in the shoulder whilst sitting up as best you can with his help
“You had one job, Weasley!” you scold him, earning a shocked laugh
“We almost die and you’re shouting at me?”
“Yes, you complete arse” you were laughing now as well hitting him between words while he just chuckled "You promised"
“I know my snake in not so shiny armour” he quips even if his heart hurts that at the idea that without you he would be dead
His joke earns another nudge but then you wince again, face scrunching
“You okay?” his brows knit, smile dropping to concern as his hand moves to your side only to feel some wetness “Merlin” he gasps looking down, realising some of the glass from the window had hit your side
“That isn’t good” you press your hand to the area, feeling the blood seeping out too quickly before looking at him “Freddie I…” the adrenaline was wearing off now, the pain was searing and you were quickly feeling faint “...I feel a little…” you can’t finish but he understands
“Stay with me okay?” he cups your cheek, some bloods smearing across it
“Fred when we call you…answer” Percy starts a little intense and finishes with a whisper “Who?” he can’t quite see your face
“Fred we…” Ron and Harry jog up after throwing a few covering spells “...is that...” Ron trails off
Your head falls into Freds chest, unable to hold yourself up “Y/n love I need to you stay awake” Fred was panicking now, still ignoring his family as tears stream "Please we promised" he whispers kissing your temple when your eyes won't open
“Fred we need to go!” Ron shouts in an almost uncaring manner
“No!” Fred bites back with a tone none of them had ever heard, scaring them “Help me get her somewhere safe”
“Shes a death…”
“One more word and I will never speak to you again” he warns his younger brother while Percy has already moved to help
“If you can carry her I’ll defend you. We can hide behind one of the statues until it dies down enough to go to the great hall, okay?” he says softly, kneeling down
Fred nods, lifting you up with a little help from Percy
“Got her?” he checks and Fred nods
“We’ll help” Harry chips in, earning a thankful look from Fred, a nod from Percy and a baffled look from Ron
“Harry” Ron shakes his head shrugging
“Just come on” Harry doesn’t bother to argue just follows “We’ll talk about it later”
Fred was in the great hall now, crouching by your small bed on the floor and watching Madam Pomfrey work. His family were slowly making their way in, all in sheer panic for a moment until they see him and Percy who was sitting nearby
“Will she be okay?” he looks hopefully at the nurse when she stands
She nods “Yes, the wound isn’t magical nor was it deep so she will be fine. Normally I wouldn’t say she shouldn’t walk when she wakes up but given the circumstances Mr Weasley if she wants to fight she can” the older women tells him before taking her leave, answering quickly as she simply didn’t have the time
“Freddie!” his head shoots up at his twins voice, clambering to his feet to hug him tightly
“Thank merlin” Fred breaths out, pulling back and cupping his brothers face “Thought I'd lost you in chaos”
“Can’t get rid of me that easily” George chuckles, pulling him in for another hug before Fred parts and bear hugs Ginny, followed by Charlie, Bill, Fleur and his parents, whilst percy does something similar
The reunion however is cut short when Tonks approaches with Remus not long behind her
“Why is she here?” the small group looks towards them, the pink-haired women looking rather upset while the ex professor seemed sad
Remus had regarded you in a similar way to Sirius, even if he had grown disappointed in you since your ‘betrayal’, he still felt sick to his stomach seeing you hurt
“She’s a death eater…she has the mark” Tonks points towards the peaking of black ink under your scrunched sleeve
“Dora” Remus says lowly, looking around as the word must draw attention yet no one is looking their way, instead they're looking at some members of the order pointing their wand at Timothy Greengrass
“Lower your wands there is a brief truce” Kinsley commands to which their wands are reluctantly put away “You try anything and Imean anything, I will not be as understanding” he warns
Timothy nods wearing a thankful smile as he walks deeper into the hall. Eyes searching the room before the fall on Fred, making his way towards him quickly to ask if he had seen you when he sees your body laying there
“No” he whispers to himself, eyes widening and not caring about his knees as he hits the stone floor beside you “What happened?” he looks around but mostly towards Fred looking beyond worried
“She saved me from being hit by the wall but a shard of glass was embedded in her side”
Fred glances at his family, few seemed between sympathetic at Timothy and surprised you saved him, Remus evening wears a tiny twitch of a smile. Yet the ones he wanted to be wore no such thing. His mother and twin’s expressions remained hard, although they did waver a little upon hearing the first half
Timothy's face is still painted with worry “Will she be okay?” he asks, relaxing when Fred nods
“She saved your life?” Bill is the first to speak, most level headed as he wraps his arm around Fleur, holding her close to him
Fred nods “She did”
“Why?” George asks a little sharpy
“Because she loves me” Fred answers like it was obvious
Again his elder brothers and Remus seem soft towards it, like they can believe it, his father does as well but he remains neutral due to Molly who scoffs along with Tonks and George. Ginny seems somewhere in between and partially in her own world, her mind most likely preoccupied in worrying about Harry
“No she doesn’t. She broke your heart and ran off to join the death eaters. Since then I have watched you for the last two years mope around over her. She’s a traitor Freddie...please” George pleads like he thinks he doing the right thing but it only makes Fred upset
Fred shakes his head “She isn’t” he says shortly “Neither is Timothy” he adds, earning a grateful smile from the boy as he holds your hand, thumbing circles in it to comfort you but mostly himself
“You’re mad” Tonks states “They’re traitors plain and simple, you’re just blinded by your misplaced affections”
“No” Fred glares at her “They’ve been…” he stops himself, glancing at Timothy who nods, letting him know it's alright to tell everyone now “They’ve been working undercover”
She scoffs along with Molly who seems to only be quiet due to Arthur's hand in hers, while George’ head tilts and the rest of the weasley, plus Remus, listen carefully
“Undercover?” Tonks crosses her arms looking sceptical, while his mothers is closer to disappointment “Didn’t feel that way when their other little friend came after me and your younger brother”
Timothy grimaces at them mention of his late friend, more so at the question thrown towards him
“Where is he anyway?” She looks right at him “Almost killed us along with my crazy aunt”
Timothy sighs, heart aching “He…he didn’t make it” he looks away from them and to you
Remus watches the boy carefully, as does Fred’s elder brothers, Fleur and Arthur, all noting the grief and how he holds your hand just that little bit tighter. Tonks however flushes slightly, guilt beginning to swarm her stomach as she thinks back to the blasting spell she sent his way before she and Ron used the port key
“Who knew you were undercover?” Remus asks calmly, recognising something he felt all too well in the boy before him
“Sirius knew we were to gain info in our final year, but when he died Dumbledore and Mad-eye sent me, y/n and…Joe uncover. Our mission was to imbed ourselves along with Snape, feed the order information and when the time came, turn against them”
“You caused the death of my father” Tonks interjects “If you were really on our side why would you…how could you...” she can’t finish, trailing off but the boy understands what she’s asking
“I’m sorry about your father. Truly. It’s something I can never forgive myself for, nor do I even deserve it for playing a role in it, and I’m so, so sorry” he says so genuinely they all believe it, at least on some level “Not that it helps but Greyback…” Remus grimaces at the name “…the one that murdered him, won’t be hurting anyone else ever again”
“He’s dead?” Remus asks, eyes wide and lips parted
“Yes. I checked myself when he fell during mine and y/n’s tussle with him…but then I lost her in the chaos that ensued afterward. The other snatchers in his pack sought revenge ya see” Timothy explains and Remus looks like a weight has been lifted off of him “There’s no proof besides Fred and of course Snape's knowledge with Mad-eye and Dumblerdore dead. But if me and y/n were being honest we have no idea what Snapes mission really is...was? He was always so...cryptic. We had no idea he would kill Dumbledore, nor that we would be forced to fight against you all in the battle of the potters, or work with the snatchers and that monster”
They all nod slowly, taking the information in while George turns to Fred whose now moved to sit beside you once more, taking your other hand and stroking your cheek gently
“You knew the whole time?” he asks and Fred turns to his brother, his whole family and his friends awaiting his answer
“Just after Sirius’ death and before she 'turned', she sat me down. Explained the mission and everything she had been doing at Hogwarts while we were all off playing hero with the DA. After which she offered me a choice. She could obliviate me or I could remember but never tell anyone”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!” his mother finally speaks up “You could have gotten yourself killed!” Arthur wraps his arm around her, rubbing her back to try and soothe her nerves
“I know but I didn’t mum” he answers simply, calmly, a stark contrast to his usual demeanour and it makes his mother listen “I love her, really love her. She’s the bravest person I’ve ever met” he turns to Timothy “As are you, and of course Joey” he turns back to the other while Timothy smiles “They were the ones leaking information, information that saved more than we lost. They risked everything to help us even after Mad-eye died and they were all on their own, merlin they all were forced to get the dark mark…” his eyes trail down to it, fingers glazing it
“She might have been lying” Tonks says but her voice is softer, less angry than she was before
“Maybe but I believe it” Percy states “I believe you” he says meeting Fred’s eyes
“So do I” Remus adds, earning a quizzical look from Nymphadora before she says a quiet ‘Me too’
“Me Three” Bill winks
“Four” Fleur adds cuddling into her husband
“Five” Charlie says with a nod
“Six” is from Arthur
“Six and a half” Molly grumbles lowly, earning a small chuckle from the small group
“Seven” Ginny smiles
“Eight” George finishes “I believe you” he kneels down next to Fred taking his hand “I always believe you” his head taps his twins
“Thank you” he says mostly to George but then turns to the others "You won't regret it, believing" he smiles and they smile back
Your whine however brings his, and Timothy's attention back, their grips on your hands tightening while the rest of the small crowd step back and sit among themselves, except George who stays by his brothers side and Remus who takes a seat on Timothy's other side
“Y/n love?” Fred calls softly as your eyes flutter open
“Yeah?” your head turns to him, not really aware of your surroundings just yet
“You had one job future Weasley” he scolds lightly and you giggle
“Well if you had done yours I wouldn’t be in this predicament” you clap back before your eyes widen
“What?” Fred asks but your already sitting up way too quickly, side stinging but you couldn’t care less
“Tim! I need to find him” you say trying to stand up when the boy your looking for places his hand on your shoulder stopping you
“I’m here” he assures you “I’m alright, I'm okay”
You sigh in relief, leaning into him a little bit “I couldn’t lose you too” you breath out
“You didn’t…you haven’t lost either of us sunshine” he gives you a smile and then looks toward Fred
Your boyfriend smiles back at the boy before his focus returns to you “We’re keeping our promise don’t you worry love” his nose nudges into your hair
Timothy lets go of your hand then, letting Freds arms engulf you as your head buries itself into his chest “I love you” your murmur so only Fred can hear
“Love you too” he whispers as he pulls back, digging into his pocket and bringing it out just enough for you to see “I’ve carried it everyday. And when we win I’m going to give it back ask you something very important” he tells you
Your heart flutters “Yes” you whisper to which George, who could totally hear everything, lets out a small smile
“You’re supposed to let me ask first” Fred scrunches his nose at you
“Freddie it’s been a yes since we were 17” you inform him, placing a sweet kiss to his lips
“What’s going on here?” Ron asks approaching with Hermione, both staring at your and Fred as you part
“Y/n’s injured” Remus answers for you
Your head whips around to him, surprised “Hi” you whisper, wincing at the idea of how disappointment he must be in you
“Hey” He gives you a warm smile “He’d be really proud you know…I’m proud” he tells you, eyes a little glassy
You nod, heart warming as you turn back to Fred and Timothy, both helping you stand up as they know there would be no stopping you from continuing the fight
“I know she’s injured” Ron replies a little mumbly “I mean why is everyone okay with her...and him here” he motions to you and Timothy, Hermion nodding next to him
“Y/n and Timothy have been working as spies little brother” Bill states, the whole clan turning to look at two thirds of the famous trio
Hermione and Ron look at him baffled, and then eye you and Timothy for a second. They have questions, of course they do, a boat load in fact but their was no time for that right now, their were more pressing concerns
“Has anyone seen Harry?” Remus’ face instantly pales “He went up to Dumbledore’s office but he never came back” Hermione asks, looking concerned as her hand finds Rons
“You don’t think he turned himself over do you?” Someone asks, and while everyone looks at each other in a quiet worry all Remus can think is that’s exactly what James would do
Thank you for reading ♡ I will fix some of the links up top tomorrow morning xx
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Me and My Husband
This includes casting, chapter masterlist and summary
Sirius Black x Remus lupin x reader
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this will also be posted on ao3 - a link to the fic
Chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6
Summary
Sirius Black III the usually flirtatious boy had become completely infatuated with someone he knew he could never have, but tied to someone he never thought he could love.
Remus john lupin the self hating Werewolf who doesn't believe he's worth loving, but his heart aches for two people who he thinks he doesn't deserve
Y/n l/n has hated love ever since she was young, a pure-blood family like hers doesn't get love, they only have to keep their blood pure. But maybe she could make something good out of this
Set during the marauders 7th year and onwards, canon divergent, just changing a few things up to make the fic work a bit better. This fic will be filled with unnecessary angst and drama because I'm a horrible person
Casting
Casting will include movies/shows for a more specific look for major character
Ben Barnes as Sirius Black (Dorian grey)
Andrew Garfield as Remus lupin (Never let me go) and yes this is exactly how I imagine remus to act/talk - A link for a YouTube video since clips of his character are hard to find
Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Potter (kick-ass / Nowhere boy)
Dane dehaan as Peter pettigrew (Kill your darlings)
Timothée Chalamet as Regulus Black
David Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr
Maxence Danet-Fauvel as Evan Rosier
Supporting cast
Sophie skelton as Lily Evans
Alicia Vikander as Marlene McKinnon
Sofia Bryant as Mary McDonald
Louis Garrel as Severus Snape
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Fight & Make Up
marylene minor angst with a happy ending - 7.7 k words
“I broke up with Sirius.” Mary said, pressing the heavy wooden door to the dorm room closed behind her.
From her bed, Marlene looked up in alarm; eyes wide, body still, and the quidditch magazine she was reading had fallen through her hands, down onto her mattress. Across the room, Lily gasped. She was braiding her hair at the vanity when Mary had walked in, and turned around with an expression so similar to Marlenes, however, her eyes had more sorrow than Marlenes had.
Mary shrugged, moving into the room to sit on the end of Lily’s bed, closest to the both of them. She grabbed the fluffy stuffed bunny that had been discarded in the early morning rush and dropped onto the floor, popping it in her lap to play with its floppy ears, “It’s over… He was sad, but I think he fancies someone else anyway. Or at least he’s starting too. As strange as it sounds, I hope Sirius gets his way, they’d be much better together than he and I.”
“Why?” Lily asked, quickly tying off the end of her braid to give Mary her undivided attention, “What? Why…. are you okay, Mary?”
“I’m okay.” Mary gave a half hearted smile, “Well, I’m sad. It was a good relationship, and now it’s over, of course I’m going to be sad. I miss him already, he was sweet… got me flowers and shared his pudding with me… not to mention he’s bloody gorgeous and a brilliant snog.”
Lily snickered, her laugh so sudden that it caused her to make a snorting sound, much like a pig, when she scrunched up her nose. Mary finds it delightful when Lily laughs like that, it’s absolutely hilarious. Across the room, on her bed, Marlene did not make a sound.
“Never mind that though, those things can’t last forever.” Mary shrugged again, sitting the bunny down on the blanket beside her, looking up at the girls again. “I’m glad it’s over, actually. Better now than later, less drama that way. Plus, it’s nice to know that he cried a bit.”
“Sirius cried?” Lily asked, her mouth a little slack, “Hmm, maybe he’s not as much of a gorgeous prick as I thought.”
“No.” Mary laughed, “Believe it or not, the boy's got a heart. He is lovely, Lily. He’s just not the one, you know?”
“God, none of them ever are.” Lily groaned, tipping her head back over the chair, “All the boys here suck. All of them, every single one of them, all stupid gits… annoyingly attractive gits, but gits.”
Mary snickered, lifting a ringed hand to cover her mouth, “Too right, Lily… you wouldn’t happen to be talking about anyone in specifics, would you? Perhaps… one of Sirius’ stupid friend-”
“Absolutely not.” Lily said, turning bright red, “No, I’m not talking about James-”
“I never said his name, Lily.” Mary teased.
Lily went silent, her cheeks redder than her hair as she stared up at the roof. All that could be heard in the room for a short while were Mary’s quiet giggles that she tried to stifle behind her hand.
“Shit.” Lily said eventually, “Don’t you dare say anything.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Mary grinned, holding her hands up on either side of her head.
Lily flipped her off before smiling and turning her head to face Mary again, eyes wide with anticipation, “Okay, so, Sirius isn’t the one, sure… but there's got to be another reason, right? What pushed you to end it now, rather than when you just stopped having feelings for eachother?”
“Well…” Mary smiled softly, her cheeks going red, “You know, Sirius is falling for someone else, so it’s better to let him explore that then stress himself out with me. And, uhm. There's… someone else.”
“Someone else?” Marlene asked, the first sound she had made since Mary entered the room. Though her face still remained the same, eyes wide with shock and worry.
Mary cleared her throat, “Yes. Though, I will not be elaborating.”
“Boo!” Lily poked her tongue out, “Come on, you’ve got to tell us.”
“Absolutely not.” Mary shook her head, stern and sure, “It’s pointless, so… I’d rather just let it run its course, okay?”
Lily huffed and turned back to the vanity, fixing up her braid where it got messy at the end, “You’re boring.” She shrugged, “I am sorry, though, Mary. I’m here for you.”
“Yeah, thanks, Lils.” Mary smiled softly at her reflection. She turned her attention then to Marlene, the two of them staring at each other for a moment, “Well, are you going to say anything? Gloat about how right you were? Dance about how happy you are that it’s over?”
Across the room, on her bed, Marlene paled.
The first moment Mary confessed she had a small crush on Sirius Black in the beginning of fifth year, Marlene had an issue with it. Mary remembered the way her best friend pulled a strange face, scrunching up her nose to ask “Black? Ugh, why? He’s so vain.”
She protested every time Mary thought about making a move, pulled strange faces every time she called him cute, and countered every dreamy comment Mary made about him with her own distasteful one. And when something finally happened between them, just three and a half months ago, Marlene got worse.
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend for sixth year, and after a boring potions lesson when Mary and the girls were packing up their things, the boys were all shoving a pink cheeked Sirius forward with words of reassurance and laughter. He asked her out to The Three Broomsticks, pulled a small bunch of hand picked flowers from his pocket, and kissed her on the cheek, and Mary naturally said yes.
The entire rest of the day she had to put up with Marlene's yapping, unkind words about the boy she had just started to date. She even went so far as to interrupt their date, as they were giggling together in a quiet booth in the pub, Sirius’ arm around her shoulders as he nosed at her cheek.. Right as they were about to kiss, Marlene came barreling over and sat herself across from them, striking up an awfully boring conversation about broom polish and a new style of quaffle that just dropped, Lily chasing after in protest.
It drove a wedge between them quite quickly, the pair always at each other's throats.
If any of Mary’s friends had ever suggested she stopped having an interest in a boy, she’s always listened. Isn’t it the first rule of girl code that you trust your fellow females' judgement? Besides, friends always come first.
However, Marlene never really gave a good, valid reason as to why Sirius was such a bad match for Mary. It was always yaps about his overconfidence, or vanity, or all the stupid pranks he’d pull, or anything else about boys in general she could come up with. Which would have been understandable, if she hadn’t been so cool with Lily’s miniature crush on Remus a few years back, or so encouraging towards her now clear feelings for James; who, in Mary’s opinion, is much more arrogant and overconfident than Sirius.
Besides, Sirius wasn’t even that vain. Yes, he knew he had good looks, and yes, sometimes he used them to his advantage (see; flirting to get his way so the Marauders could efficiently prank), but he wasn’t awful about it. The first time Mary ever called him gorgeous he turned bright red and couldn’t fully form a sentence for three whole minutes he was so flustered.
Not only that, but Marlene and Sirius were actually quite good mates before Mary started dating him. They were practically best friends, getting up to mischief together and pulling James’ leg during quidditch practices. So why Marlene had such a problem with it remains an utter mystery to Mary.
That’s why she didn’t listen.
And Lily thought they were wonderful together, as did all of the Gryffindor (and Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, and even some Slytherin) girls who didn’t have a weird infatuation with Sirius and wanted him to themselves. So it really was just Marlene and her own issues that she was too stuck up about to disclose to Mary.
For a while there, Mary thought she was jealous. Marlene had never really expressed an interest in boys. When they were younger, she found it appalling when Lily and Mary talked about the cute boys in their classes. As they grew a little, she became more accustomed to it, and joined in on their discussions, but never expressed her own attraction to them. So the thought of Marlene having a crush on Sirius was a far away thought, that only occurred to Mary one afternoon about three weeks ago.
The girls had gotten all rugged up in their coats and scarves and mittens to go for a walk around the grounds when they bumped into Sirius outside by the old willow tree. He’d been setting up something for a prank, but finished up by the time the girls had reached him, so naturally, Mary invited him along.
It was only when Mary took her hand out of his to wrap half of her scarf around his neck, and slip one of her mittens onto one of his cold hands, that Marlene had had enough.
She stopped in the middle of their path, staring at the couple for a moment before expressing that “this is fucking stupid” before storming off in a huff of teary eyed anger.
She’d never said anything in front of Sirius before, and she’d certainly never thrown a tantrum like that. It took Lily shyly suggesting Marlene may have gotten jealous before chasing after her, did Mary actually consider it.
She felt awful. Going off and dating the boy her best friend liked, holding his hands and snogging him right in front of her. Oh, she felt so guilty about it, so terribly awful. She talked with Sirius quickly, which he felt very embarrassed about, before running off to find Marlene herself.
She didn’t find her in the end. However Sirius did. And when Sirius and Mary bumped into each other again just two hours later, he told her they had a little chat about it. He told Mary that Marlene very explicitly, and very angrily, expressed she had absolutely no interest in Sirius whatsoever, never has and never would. And she most certainly wasn’t jealous of Mary.
When Mary tried to talk to her about it that evening, Marlene didn’t allow it. She shut down and closed her bed curtains and didn’t talk to Mary for three days.
So Mary remains miffed.
She very wisely did not mention that the real reason she broke up with Sirius was because of Marlene.
One; she knew it would just end in an argument if she brought that up.
Two; Marlene would probably end up on a high horse about it and give Mary another headache.
Three; That someone else that snuck their way into the equation… Well, that’s Marlene.
Through their kind of falling out, Mary realised she missed Marlene more than she thought she would. It felt horrible to have her best friend ignore her, chastising her relationship and throwing silent tantrums whenever Sirius took away her attention.
She was plagued with thoughts of Marlene on the constant, and started to wonder if Sirius really was that right for her after all. She came to one simple conclusion whilst laying in his lap one afternoon after Marlene had strolled into the common room, seen them, rolled her eyes and abruptly left; Sirius is lovely, but he’s never going to be Marlene.
Honestly, the reason why Mary had clung onto Sirius for so long was out of sheer spite.
The way her and Marlene have always worked was a neat push and pull.
Marlene isn’t really like many other girls Mary knows. She’s messy, and loud, confident, snarky. She’s a little rough around the edges, has never cared about her looks for even one day in her life, all she wants to do is fly, and race, and play, and fight and help those in need of it. She’s never given a shit about anyone's opinions, and in first year, when some Slytherin girls told her she was ugly and dressed like a boy, she stepped on their toes and spat in their faces and threw out the only dress she ever owned.
To Mary, who grew up in a house where eyebrow plucking and lipstick and cute dresses were shoved on her from a young age, and a village where a woman's beauty was respected and expected, and a world where the only way she’d ever dream of getting her smart foot in the door was if she dressed the pretty part, Marlene was everything.
With Marlene, she could let go. She could wear baggy trousers around the dorm and look over to see her friend in similar ones, she could go an entire day without makeup knowing Marlene wouldn’t look at her any different for it. With Marlene she could run, and she could laugh, and she could scream, and she could play rough.
They’d argue and throw pillows at each other and chase one another around the dorm until they’d collapse in a heap and laugh together. They’d wrestle over who got to read their new magazine first and end up curled up and reading it together.
They’d argue about silly things, both so stupidly stubborn so it would escalate quickly. Mary would call her a slag, and Marlene would call Mary slut, and by the end of the evening they’d be brushing each other's hair and complaining about homework together as if nothing had even happened.
Lately, it’s been all fight and no makeup. And Mary misses it.
She realised that she only ever started so many arguments so they could make up. Because sure, when they’re kind to each other it’s nice enough. But when they fight, chase and wrestle, Mary can get close to her. She can get up in Marlene's space and touch her, feel her pale skin against the palm of her hand, the soft prick of her leg hair against fingertips, the hot breath that followed her brilliant laughter across her own cheeks.
When they make up, Mary gets to sit there and brush Marlene's hair whilst she narrates a celebrity magazine with extra commentary; Mary can run her fingers through the messy blonde locks and feel Marelene melt under the touch, and she can listen to the comfortable song of her voice and laugh at her stupid opinions about whatever scandal occurs that week and let it calm her.
When they Make up, Mary gets to lay her head on Marlene's shoulder whilst they read together, listening to the steady in and out of her breath, and if the position’s right, her heartbeat. She can let Marlene twist her fingers around the ends of Mary’s springy curls, or even scratch them up against her scalp; she can be wrapped under Marlene's arm and lay there for as long as she pleases. Too many times they’ve fallen asleep like that.
When they make up, Mary gets to lay in bed with her, looking into her crystal blue eyes in the dark, admiring the shimmer reflected in them from the light at the end of her wand. She gets to listen to Marlene's soft whispers of “Sorry, you’re my best friend, I don’t really think you’re a slut. I know the rumours aren’t true and wouldn’t even care if they were. Really, Mary, I love you, I’m such a git”, and feel her warm breath on her face, and inhale the comforting scent of Marlene's coconut shampoo and the remnants of her woody perfume. She gets to hold Marlene's hand, calloused and rough from years of quidditch and getting up to no good, and giggle with her, and lock their ankles together beneath the covers.
And it took Mary losing that, for what felt like for good, to realise how much she needed it.
She needs Marlene.
Though all of their nasty, through all of their dirty, through all of their horrible, Mary needs her. She needs her like she needs air.
She’s in love with her best friend, and she’s very nearly lost her. Over a boy.
Marlene didn’t say anything, she just slowly shut her bed curtains and didn’t come out all evening.
It was stupid of Mary to expect a fight anyway, they hadn’t fought in weeks. They just glare at each other, almost bursting into tears without any words shared between them, and walk away.
She’s so stupid for thinking they could just fight and makeup now. So fucking stupid.
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“That’s it.” Mary said, shoving her book bag down on the end of her bed, storming into the centre of the room, Marlene trailing behind with a scoff.
“Oh, what ails Mary Almighty now?” Marlene rolled her eyes, taking off her own satchal and dropping it on the ground, “What gorgeous, dick having man has fucked and rejected you this week?”
“Marlene.” Lily scolded, sitting down on the end of her bed. She rubs her temples, already gaining a headache from their arguing. The first real argument they’ve had in months.
“What?” Marlene scoffed, “Am I wrong? Have you not sucked your way to heartbreak-”
“Marlene!” Lily said again, her eyes stern as she glared at her friend, “Enough with the slutshaming.”
“Tell Mary to stop being such a whore-”
“I’m sorry, do I make you jealous?” Mary asked, cocking her head. Marlene's words sting, but only on the surface. She knows that Marlene knows all those rumours that get around about Mary aren't true. That she’s only really been on a handful of dates at most and only ever slept with Sirius. But still, your best friend, forward slash current biggest enemy, forward slash the girl you’ve accidentally been in love with for years calling you a whore isn’t the tastiest pill to swallow. “I’m sorry men don’t take an interest in you, Marlene. Perhaps if you’d just put on a dress-”
“Oh, stop.” Marlene sassed, “I don’t want to fucking talk about it-”
“Well, I do.” Mary pressed.
“We are not talking about the lack of men interested in me-”
“No, I want to talk about us.”
Marlene went a little white, staring at Mary across the room for a moment. The silence stretched, tension so thick you could slice it with a knife. Mary held her ground, eyes locked on the other girl with ferocious need. She wasn’t losing this. She needed a fight, so they were going to fight.
Soon enough they’d have to make up.
Hopefully.
Marlene scoffed, rolling her eyes as she turned away, losing that little battle. Mary internally celebrates, knowing things are going her way, finally. Perhaps they might really get somewhere, if Marlene is willing to listen.
Marlene loosens the tie around her neck before shrugging off her robes, tossing them messily onto her bed. Mary has an itch to go over and tidy her corner of the room, as she always used to help Marlene to do. But since their silence, Mary hasn’t helped once, and it really shows with the pile of dirty laundry peeking out from under her bed.
Mary doesn’t remove her robes, liking the feel of the thick fabric on her arms. It’s grounding, something else to grab onto instead of digging the sharp of her nails into her palms.
“Go on then.” Marlene says, sticking her hands sharply into the pockets of her trousers, shoulders tight around her neck as she wobbles on her heels and toes. “Talk. Tell me what tragedies have befallen us, McDonald-”
“Don’t call me by my last name, McKinnon.” Mary sneered back at her, folding her arms over her chest, “And you know exactly what I want to talk about-”
“Well, I’m not really interested, so-”
“Well, I don’t really care.” Mary said, glaring at her again with her eyebrows raised. Marlene gave her an icy look in return, her face petulant, like a child. “I’ve had enough of… whatever the fuck is going on, and I wan’t to talk about it. I’m sick of you ignoring me, Marlne-”
“As if you’re so innocent.” Marlene fired back, “The whole time you were with him you ignored everything I said. What happened to trusting your friends, hmm? I told you he was bad news-”
“And he wasn’t.” Mary retorted, “Nothing bad about him, Marlene. You used to act as if the sun shone out of his arse, half the time, before we got together. So what is it, hmm? What pissed you off so much about Sirius and my relationship?”
“Well, you said it yourself. He wasn’t the one. There’s someone else.” She groaned, spitting out the last part in a childish tone, wiggling her head to make fun.
“Obviously he wasn’t the one, Marlene.” Mary huffed, “He was my second boyfriend! I’m sixteen! That doesn’t mean we can’t date at all.”
“Yeah, well, I was trying to save you from heartbreak.” Marlene huffed.
“Well it didn’t work.” Mary said, her voice tight as she looked at the girl she loved. She looks so tired, big bags under her diamond eyes, her hair a mess from running her hands through it all day in stress. “You broke my heart, Marlene. You broke it the moment you turned against me and didn’t give me one good reason why.”
Marlene's expression drops, looking up at Mary with widened eyes. Her mouth gapes slightly, moving just a little, as if she wants to say something, but no words find their way out.
“What? You don’t like that?” Mary shakes her head in disbelief, “You don’t like the fact that the real reason I ended my relationship with Sirius is because I was sick of my best friend icing me out and getting upset over nothing? Is it so horrible to ask you to be happy for me? It feels awful, every day, to look at you and feel disgusted with myself for something I didn’t even do! I just wanted my fucking friend back, and two months have passed, Marlene, and you still fucking hate me!”
“One month.” Marlene muttered under her breath, the words slipping out of her lips as if she was desperate to say them, “It’s been one month… twelve days.”
Mary looked at her for a moment, unbelieving the words that had just left Marlene's mouth. She laughs, stressed, on the brink of tears as she brings her hands to her face and tugs at her hair, “Fucks sake, Marlene. Not the point!”
Marlene doesn’t say anything. She just stares at Mary, her head dipped, big wet eyes tracking Mary as she paces the room.
“What is it?” Mary begs, stopping and waving her hand out at Marlene, “Just tell me. Tell me what I’ve done that’s so bloody awful that you hate me! I don’t care anymore, Marlene. I just want to know! I want to know, I want to fix this… I miss you. Every day, I miss you, so please, for the love of Merlin, just tell me.”
“I don’t want to tell you.” Marlene confesses, and for the first time in months, Mary feels like she’s finally got something.
“Why not?” Mary asks.
“Because I feel awful about it.”
“I feel awful.” Mary tried, “I feel awful for even knowing Sirius, half the time. Why was it so wrong for me to be with him… to- to like him?”
Marlene closes her eyes and breathes. One deep breath in, and out, followed by another, and one more. Mary watches as she regulates herself, clearly fighting off tears as she clenches her fists at her sides, in the way she does, acting so stoic.
“It wasn’t wrong.” She eventually mutters, so quiet Mary barely hears it. But she does, because she listens. She listens so closely she even hears the tiny sob that rips its way from Marlene's throat before she snubs it with a cough.
Mary watches her, tilts her head to the side and takes in her sunken expression, “What’s your problem, then, Marlene? I’ve sorted through all of the options and I’ve come up dry.” She waves her arms out in stress, “I’m clueless. Absolutely fucking clueless. What have I done that is so awful to you?”
“Nothing.” Marlene says, a quick response followed by desperate eyes; aching with a genuinity Mary quickly finds, “You’ve done absolutely nothing. You’re- this isn’t about you. It’s me. I’m- I’ve done this to myself. It’s… I’ve been so scared, okay? Bloody terrified, so I… I shut you out, made everything worse. And it’s awful, isn’t it? It feels so awful. I’ve got this ache in my stomach that won’t go away, rotten with guilt, and I just keep making it worse.” Marlene clutches at her stomach, nimble fingers twisting in the white cotton of her dress shirt.
Mary feels her anger, that violent desperation inside of her, begin to dissipate. The desire to rip Marlene's head off and go fishing around her brain for answers no longer lingers, and instead, it fades to a helpless sympathy. She wants to reach out and stitch the broken pieces of Marlene back together, to wipe her eyes with the gentle pads of her thumbs and kiss her.
“What’s got you feeling so helpless, Marlie?” Mary asks, voice gentle like silk, the familiar nickname falling off of her tongue with ease, as if they've already made up and all is well again.
Marlene sobs again, around a saddened laugh, and a few tears slip past her summer eyes. Mary truly does love Marlene's eyes, gentle and gorgeous. She could stare into them for hours, endlessly just admiring the infinite beauty within. She loves them when they’re happy, and she loves them when they’re scared, and she loves them when they’re gentle, and she loves them when they cry.
She shakes her head no, the too long ends of her fringe slipping into her eyes, but she doesn’t brush them away. Mary wants too. If they weren’t fighting, she would.
“Tell her, Marlene.” Lily whispers from her spot on the bed. Mary’s frightened by the suddenness of her voice, she’d forgotten Lily was even in the room with them, the world narrowed down to her and the girl she loves.
Marlene shakes her head again, giving Lily a desperate look,; one that begs for rescue.
Lily stands up and walks over to her, brushing the ends of Marlene's fringe from her eyes, using her sleeve to dab at the tears on her lightly freckled cheeks, and Mary envies her. Just for a moment, she hates Lily for getting to touch Marlene like that, to care for her, to be gentle with her.
Marlene was never gentle, but with Mary, she learned how to be. It’s not fair that she finds it with Lily now too. Mary wants to keep that all to herself, to hide it away in the dark like a filthy secret. She wants to have the gentle caress of Marlene all to herself, to be the only one to touch her tears, the only one to sooth her anguish.
Jealousy rips through her like a flood, threatening to destroy everything in its path. All this build up, all this silence, and Mary doesn’t know how much longer she can keep it under wraps.
“Don’t be scared, Marlene.” Lily smiles softly, taking Marlene's shaky hand to sooth, “Tell her. Let it off your chest. You’ll feel better. Besides, it may not end so terribly, you’ll get through it. I’m here to help you through it.”
“I’m scared, Lily.” Marlene whispered, “I don’t want to lose her. She’s my best friend.”
“You won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Lily promises, giving her hand a tight squeeze, “Tell her.” She nods before taking her leave.
It’s just the two of them, alone together in their big empty dorm room.
“Tell me, Marlene.” Mary whispers, too frightened of something bad happening if she spoke much louder. Her heart raced in her chest, beating so fast she could hear her blood pumping in her ears.
Marlene huffed, taking a moment to catch her breath and very pointedly not looking at Mary. It’s infuriating; to still be avoided when they’re standing right across from one another. They’re the only two in the room, trying to make up, and Marlene is still ignoring her.
Mary could kill her!
“Look at me-”
“I don’t want to look at you.” Marlene snapped back.
“Look-”
“No.”
“Marlene-”
“I’ll cry!” Marlene spat out, looking down at the ground, “Bloody hell, I’m pathetic… I’ll cry, Mary. Please don’t look at me, I’m trying to find the words, okay? Give me a moment.”
Mary sighed and nodded her head, making a show of turning around to face the wall, rather than Marlene, no matter how infuriating. Turned away, she already misses the sight of her; in her grass stained trousers, her wrinkled button up that she never tucks in properly, shaggy hair, her looser than usual tie, the boys shoes she wears for comfort, the silver band she always wears around her thumb.
She’s a walking contrast to Mary, who’s always neat and tidy, who tucks her shirt into her skirt with precision, her hair always neatly done, her tie always tight to her collar, Mary-Janes with cute frilly socks or stockings depending on the weather, and the array of dainty gold jewellery she changes most days.
Mary’s obsessed with her.
“You were right…” Marlene mutters, her voice strained. She’s clearly willing herself not to break down into tears, and Mary feels her stomach ache with empathy for the girl. She wants to turn and run and pull Marlene into her arms, to cradle her and stroke her hair and make it all better.
But she knows better. She’s not stupid. That’s not how this is going to work. So she stands there, facing the wall, and listens to Marlene talk.
“I was jealous.” She sniffled, “I was so… so fucking jealous.”
“Marlene-” Mary feels her heart crack, that horrible guilt sinking back in. She’s an awful friend, she knows it now; how she went so long without seeing the vibrant truth right in front of her. So what Marlene hardly expressed her interest in boys, maybe she’s just shy about them? So what Marlene denied being jealous when she was asked, she’s obviously not going to tell her best friend's boyfriend she’s into him.
It’s worse now though, because Mary knows she’s in love with Marlene. She’s so painfully in love with Marlene that the confession stabs her right in the heart and drags until it bleeds.
She’s just fucked everything up, hasn’t she?
“I’m- I’m so sorry.” She choked out, “I didn’t-”
“No.” Marlene presses, sniffling. Mary can hear her shuffling around, no doubt twitching in her spot. She does that when she’s anxious, hops from foot to foot, tries to balance on one leg before she wobbles and puts it down. It’s strange, she’s so strange, and Mary loves her all the more for it. She loves her, but she can never have. “You just… you listen to me, okay?”
“Okay.” Mary muttered, voice meek and broken. She’s trying her absolute best to not let Marlene hear her cry.
“Sirius and I were best mates- he’s… he was the first bloke who ever treated me as an equal, and not just some girl who wanted attention. When we both went up for beater on the quidditch team, he shook my hand and played against me with ruthless precision, and cheered for me when I hit the bludger harder than any of the other blokes there, and called me brilliant right before going to convince the captain to let me on the team.” She took a deep breath in, “He always pulled me into conversations with the team that I often felt left out of, being the only girl. I knew how he thought, I knew his type, and I knew how the entire bloody quidditch team felt about mesmerising Mary Mcdonald. They’d all ask me about you, what the best way to your heart was, how interested I thought you’d be in them, whether you’re interested in hookups or dating. So the moment you told me you liked him, my heart fucking broke, because I knew he thought you were gorgeous. I knew if you expressed any interest in him, he’d fucking pounce. And he did.”
Mary swallowed the lump in her throat, wiping her tears on the sleeve of her shoulder. Behind her, she heard the bed creak under Marlene's weight. She sniffled and breathed, finding her next words.
“I told him not to, you know? I said it would be a bad idea- that it would fuck everything up. But he didn’t listen, the arrogant bastard. No doubt James’ doing, the romantic that he is. You know, I thought he’d come yell at me, after that first date of yours, after you and I fought about it. But you didn’t tell him. You didn’t tell him how much of a cunt I was being to you, and he had absolutely no idea why I stopped talking to him.” Marlene sighed and stood up again, her feet pattering on the hardwood floors, “You broke my heart, Mary… being with him. I’m in love, and it fucking hurts.”
Mary bit down on her lip and ignored the ache in her chest, her heart cut in two by the jagged knife, wielded by Marlene's tongue, “I’m so sorry, Marlie… I- I had no idea-”
“I know you didn’t. You weren’t supposed to ever know, Mary.” Marlene said, shuffling closer, “You’re not supposed to find out. But I just… I’ve never been good at handling my emotions, and you know I get so hot headed. I’m sorry for the way I acted, it’s unforgivable, and childish, and stupid, and I have no excuse. I just- I… it hurts, Mary… have you ever been in love?”
Mary nodded, looking forward at the poster of a muggle heartthrob hanging on the wall that her and Lily hung up together with giggles in their throats. She thought she was in love with him when she was thirteen, but of course it wasn’t love, it was just obsession.
But this… the way she feels about Marlene, that’s beyond obsession. It’s carnal desire, dripping poison. It aches and it stings and it pulls at her until there's nothing left. It’s love, love she feels so deeply, love she didn’t know she needed until it was too late. Much too late. She’ll never get it back.
“Were you in love with him?” Marlene asked, “Sirius?”
“I don’t know.” Mary sobbed, “I don’t know… but I have felt love, Marlene. I know how much it hurts. I know… I know.”
Behind her, Marlene took a deep breath, “You know how much it controls you then? The pain?”
“Yes.” Mary nodded, “It makes you feel fucking crazy.”
Marlene sniffled, “Oh, you were never meant to know, Mary. This ruins everything.”
“It doesn’t.” Mary sobbed, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she couldn’t contain it anymore. Everything aches, “It doesn’t, I promise. You can… Marlene, if you love him, you should tell-”
Marlene snickered, shuffling closer, pressing her forehead to the back of Mary's head, “I don’t love him, Mary.” She whispered, pressing closer, their bodies so close that Mary can feel the warmth radiating off her. Marlene took a deep inhale, burying her face in Mary’s curls before she let out a broken sob, “It’s not him I love, sweetheart.”
Mary freezes.
Her body goes rigid, tight and stiff, her seemingly endless stream of tears coming to a screeching halt. She feels Marlene let out a heavy breath, the warmth heating the back of her neck. She can sense Marlene struggling, knows her hands are clenching and unclenching at her sides, debating whether or not to reach out and touch.
But Mary is quite simply frozen. Even the two halves of a heart in her chest had stopped still for a moment. It all clicks into place, once a simple answer to this impossible equation; Marlene is in love with Mary, just as Mary’s in love with Marlene.
And all it took to get here were two broken hearts and a five month long fight.
And where is “here” anyway? The hollow dormroom they stand in? In this bubble with Marlene pressed to her back, wondering if she can risk pressing closer? On this bridge between broken hearts they’ve slowly begun to build? Or is it in the stitchings of Mary’s heart as it mends itself back together in her chest? Because Marlene loves her, she’s in love with her, just as Mary is.
“Here”, wherever it is, is the only place Mary ever wants to be.
All this wanting created all this fighting, and now all this fighting means a whole lot of making up.
Mary thinks this makeup is going to be her favourite makeup of all.
“You’re in love with me?” Mary whispered, pure awe dripping from her voice as she reached back to grab Marlene's hands.
Marlene tenses, her hands stiff in place, reluctant to let Mary move her, “Yes?”
“Well, are you certain, or not?” Mary asked, turning her head slightly to look back at the other girl. They locked eyes for a moment, and Mary lifted an eyebrow in mock curiosity, “Because if you’re not completely sure, then you’ve got a really shitty reason to go and fuck everything up.”
“I’m sure.” Marlene muttered, her crystal eyes locked onto Mary’s, “I’m… I love you- fuck, that’s… I never thought I’d say that to you. Romantically. I never thought I'd confess.”
“Why not?” Mary asked, gently rubbing her thumb over the back of Marlene's palm.
“Because…” Marlene furrowed her brow, a sad smile creeping onto her face, “I’m not stupid, Mary. You like boys- and even if you didn’t, even if you somehow managed to be the only other queer in this bloody school, the chance of you loving me? I know it would never happen. I thought I made peace with that, but… Sirius mucked it all up.”
Mary gave her a small smile, “Sirius is a mess like that.”
Marlene nodded.
“You know… you’re not the only queer. They’re everywhere.”
Marlene snickered, “Yeah, sure. Old McGonagall’s a lesbian, is she? Grading papers by day, minge licking by night?”
Mary furrowed her brow, “Marlie… McGonagall is a lesbian.”
“No she’s not.” Marlene said with a smile. Mary watched as it slowly faded, “No she’s not.”
“Why do you think she has that photo frame of her and Madame Pomfrey hugging on her desk- what do you think their five o’clock undisturbed tea times every evening are?”
“What?” Marlene gasped, “She’s not- don’t joke with me, Mary-”
“I’m surprised you don’t know this- it’s common gossip, Marls. Ask anyone.”
“Bloody hell.” Marlene said, swiping a hand through her hair, “Is that why she sat me down and said she sees herself in me- oh Merlin, that conversation makes so much more sense now.”
“Marlene!” Mary laughed, spinning around to face her, “Did McGonagall talk to you about her experience as a lesbian without you… picking up on the fact that she’s a lesbian?”
“Apparently!” Marlene gasped, running her strong hands over her face, “Oh, that’s awful- I’ve got to talk to her. I was so weird.”
“You git.” Mary snickered, “Trust you to miss a massive sign like that.”
“Yeah, I would, wouldn’t I?” Marlene sighed.
“I- uhm… I don’t know how you feel about Sirius at the moment, Marlene, but… if you find yourself being friends again, maybe… you know… keep your eyes open for sign-”
“Sirius?” Marlene gasped, taking a step back, “But you two- he likes girls…. He-”
“You can like both, you know.” Mary said, setting her hands on her hips as she gave Marlene a stern glare, looking down at her, since just a smidgen taller, “You know Bowie? The one Remus is so obsessed with? He likes both, it’s called bisexual.”
“Oh.” Marlene said, furrowing her brow as she looked to the ground.
“Point is… I don’t think Sirius knows that Sirius is bisexual yet, but, uhm… you know, he talked an awful lot about one of his very male friends. And a lot of those conversations consisted of language like handsome, and brilliant, and hot.”
“Oh.” Marlene sighed, “You know, come to think of it, he’s said a lot of similar things about the blokes on the quidditch team. I always assumed he was trying to talk them up for me, and doing a very bad job at it…”
“Poor thing.” Mary sighed, dropping her hands from her hips, “Anyway, you’re not alone, Marlene. Never have been.”
Marlene nodded, the mood suddenly sombre again. She fiddled with her thumb ring, “You… you don’t hate me?”
“Why would I hate you? You’re my best friend. I love you through everything, just as Lily does. You know this.” Mary said, smiling kindly at the beautiful mess she fell in love with.
“Because I’m a lesbian.” Marlene shrugged, “I thought…”
“Well, I don’t hate you.” Mary said quietly, “Never could.”
Marlene nodded, “And I’m in love with you.”
“How’s that any reason to hate you?”
“Because I’m creepy.” Marlene said, eyes wide as she looked at Mary, “I’m… weird. I start fights with you just so we can make up and be close to one another.”
Mary closed her eyes, trying to fight off the most radiant smile she’d ever found herself smiling. It’s embarrassing, really, how smitten she is right at this moment.
They’re hopeless.
Terribly fucking hopeless, both desperately clinging to one another, trying to get all that they can. Savouring every moment shared together, clinging, begging for just a little bit more.
Things don’t feel so hopeless anymore.
“Just so you'll… you’ll brush my hair and run your lovely hands through it.” Marlene whispered, gently taking Mary by the hands, brushing her calloused thumbs over the soft skin of her knuckles. “So that you might lay on my chest, so I can breathe in the smell of you, and play with the ends of your hair- how do you get it so soft, Mary? It’s so soft.”
“Because I look after it.” Mary said with a mocking smile.
Marlene rolled her eyes, a small smile curling up the ends of her pink lips. They’re a little chapped, as they usually are. Mary had gotten into the habit of handing Marlene her lipbalm everytime she happened to reapply, but months apart, she’s clearly severely been lacking in it.
Mary reached into her pocket and pulled the lipbalm out, handing it over to Marlene with a huff.
Marlene rolled her eyes and applied it, smacking her lips together, “Hmm, berry?”
“Gooseberry pie.” Mary offered, “It’s new.”
“It’s nice.” Marlene gave a shy smile, handing the lipbalm back, “Missed your lip balm… yet another reason I’m a creep. I don’t understand why you’re not mad.”
“Marlene…” Mary took her hands gently again, “Why would I be mad at someone for being in love with me?”
Marlene rolled her eyes and grumbled, shaking their joined hands in frustration, “Because I’m a weirdo who only puts your lip balm on so I might know what it tastes like to kiss you.”
“Does it taste nice enough to kiss?” Mary asked, blinking her eyes up at Marlene as she made herself small.
“Obviously.” Marlene sighed, bowing her head in shame, “I want to kiss you all the time, Mary. I’m just… awful- why’d you give that to me? I was getting used to not knowing.”
Mary smiled, shuffling a little closer, “So your lips wouldn’t be all gross and dry when I kiss you.”
“Yeah, righ-” Marlene gasped, the breath seemingly punched from her lungs when Mary pressed their lips together, “Mary!”
Mary pulled back, holding Marlene's hands tight down by their sides, “Marlene?”
“Don’t…” Marlene muttered, “Don’t fuck with me.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Marlie.” Mary whispered, leaning in to brush their noses together again, “You’re the entire fucking reason I broke up with him. Your… infuriating attitude and absence in my life made me realise how much I miss you- how much I need you. I missed our fights, because I missed making up too. I realised I used to start fights, just to get close to you after. I love you, Marlene. I mean it.”
“Double swear it?” Marlene asked, her voice breathless and awe struck.
“Triple.” Mary muttered, “I swear it on Lily’s life.”
“Fuck.” She whispered, dropping Mary’s hands to grab her by the face and tug.
Mary had never had a kiss to earth-shatteringly magnificent. This kiss has nothing on the movies. Marlene holds her tight in her grasp, like a treasure she’s terrified of dropping. She’s pressed so close that the only thing Mary can feel is Marlene, she’s all she knows at this moment. She kisses hard, and desperate, with teeth and tongue and bite. It’s rough and ruthless and so fucking perfect, far beyond anything Mary had ever dreamed of.
She buries her hands in Marlene's tousled hair and tugs, pressing her body into the shape of Marlenes, slotting together as if they were made for one another. Marlene makes a needy sound into Mary’s mouth that has her legs beginning to buckle and her head spinning with want.
They go stumbling back, collapsing down onto Marlene's bed, where they draw the curtains and don’t emerge until morning. It’s definitely Mary’s favourite way of making up now.
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thanks for reading!! comments and reblogs are always very very appreciated and i love reading all that you have to say!
this was my firs wlw centric fic actually so im really excited to be posting it! and i promise im not projecting my own failed lesbian highschool lovestory onto it at all.
anyway, hope you enjoyed the readdddd!!
read here on ao3 :)
#fight & make up#jay writes#marylene#mary mcdonald#marlene mckinnon#mary x marlene#lily evans#sirius black#wlw ship#marauders#the marauders#fic#ao3 fic#marylene fic#rarepair#rarepair fic#mary macdonald#minnie mcgonagall#the valkyries#marauders era#marauders fic#dead gay witches#fan fiction
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