Remus: *comes back home* Pads, I'm back!
Sirius: *sitting quietly with crossed legs on their couch*
Remus: *goes to sit down next to him* What is going on?
Sirius: I know where you have been.
Remus: *starts to panic* Y-you do?
Sirius: Yes, and I really do not approve of it.
Remus: *deflates visibly* o-oh okay...
Sirius: Did you expect anything else when I see you going into a jewelry store with MY BROTHER?
Remus: Pads, Love...
Sirius: You are cheating on me with my brother?!
Remus: We bought a ring.
Sirius: YOU'RE MARRYING MY BROTHER?!
Remus: He helped me buy a ring to propose TO YOU!
Sirius: *slows and then starts to tear up*
Sirius: O-oh-
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*the marauders in the common room playing spin the bottle*
remus: no i am not playing this game.
sirius: oh come on moony, just spin the bottle.
james: yeah come on moony.
remus: *sighs heavily and spins the bottle*
sirius: *is hoping it lands on him*
*the bottle lands on christopher barley*
sirius: *stands and dramatically falls over and spins the bottle again*
*the bottle lands on james*
sirius: fuck the fucking bottle, kiss me remus
*they kiss and live happily ever after*
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 21 – prompt 21: Skele-gro – word count 729
Skele-gro - Regrows missing bones
“How long do I have? Please, I need to tell my friends goodbye!”
“Oh, stop fussing, Mr Potter, you won’t be dying today, I assure you!”
Remus chuckled as Madame Pomfrey’s exasperated voice rose form behind the curtain. He knew Poppy, and the more she talked, the better the news. It was when she silently went to work on whatever wounds she had to deal with that you needed to worry, and he knew that better than anyone else. To be honest, he had worried when James had plummeted from his broom to the ground during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match earlier. Marlene had aimed a bludger at the Slytherin seeker, but Regulus Black had dodged it at the last second while James, who had been right behind him, had been hit at full force. They had immediately taken him to the Hospital Wing, him and Peter levitating him as carefully as they could while Sirius held his left hand as James moaned he didn’t feel his right arm anymore and Marlene followed, apologising every few steps.
The curtain was abruptly moved back, revealing the bed where James laid in his pyjamas, his right arm bandaged and secured around his neck.
“Now stay down, Mr Potter,” Madame Pomfrey said. “You can stay with your friends for a while, before they have to leave but don’t you dare get up, alright?”
The others immediately gathered around the bed, while Remus moved to the nurse’s side.
“How is he?” he asked.
“Rarely seen such a bad fracture,” she shook her head. “I had to vanish the bone and give him Skele-gro to have it regrow from scratch, so he’ll have to stay overnight. But he should be fine tomorrow morning, even if he looks about to make his will right now.”
Remus looked back at the bed, where James was slowly patting Marlene on the head as she apologised once again.
“I forgive you, McKinnon, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said slowly. “You can have my position as Captain when I’m gone. If you want to amend, you can name the first son you and Dorcas will have after me.”
“You’ll be alright, Prongs, we’ve seen worse,” Peter shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“Et tu, Peter?” James moaned. “I lay dying and you betray me like this, trying to make me believe I’ll be back again on my broom, my only reason to live?”
“I thought I was your only reason to live!” Sirius exclaimed from where he was kneeling by the bed, James’s left hand clutched in his.
“Padfoot, my brother,” James sighed, turning to look at Sirius. “Take care of my parents for me, will you? You’ll be the only one they’ll have left.”
“I promise, Prongs, on my life,” Sirius said solemnly.
“Are you sure you’re his boyfriend and not Mr Potter?” Madame Pomfrey asked in a puzzled tone.
Remus just chuckled and joined the others at James’s bedside. As he settled by his side, he felt Sirius lean into him, his tense body relax slightly as the tension of the accident waned.
“You’d better sleep now, Prongs,” he smiled. “Skele-gro isn’t fun, you’d better have some rest while you can.”
“And spend the night here all on my own? On my deathbed?”
“It’s not your deathbed, Prongs” Peter rolled his eyes. “Cheer up, we still managed to beat Slytherin despite your accident!”
“Speaking of,” Remus looked at James. “How did that happen? Baby Black managed to dodge Marlene’s bludger, and you’re normally fast as well yet you got hit.”
James muttered something as his cheeks got red. Remus felt Sirius tense again by his side and he passed an arm around his boyfriend, letting his fingers massage his shoulder while Sirius leaned even more into him.
“What was that?” Peter smirked.
James muttered again, not looking up from his bedsheets, but Marlene shook her head.
“He got distracted looking at baby Black,” she snorted. “It’s been like this the whole match.”
James got even redder and managed to look up from the bed to Sirius, who hid his face in Remus’s shoulder.
“I told you he was walking into walls way more often than usual, baby” Remus chuckled.
“This is not fair, Moony,” Sirius whined. “Is no one straight here anymore?”
“No, thank goodness,” Remus answered, kissing his boyfriend’s hair.
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