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james: eugh sirius why are you bringing your loser little brother with us?
sirius *shrugging*: idk mum thinks he's a shut in and told me to get him out more. i thought this would be educational
peter: but sirius, pranking is...well, serious business
remus *nodding*: yeah it's not that we don't want him around, but this is an important one!
james: exactly, like we can't fit a fifth person under the cloak to sneak these pixies into the dorms, especially when we still have to figure out all the passwo-
regulus: have pettigrew turn into a rat, sirius you become a dog if you keep to the shadows you'll be fine. james, remus, and i can fit under the cloak
everyone: but how did you-
regulus: do i look like an imbecile? obviously you're animagi. anyways the slytherin password is emeralds, the hufflepuff barrel is to the right-yes sirius of course i know the rhythm, and ravenclaw's puzzle is always easy i sneak in there all the time
everyone:
regulus: also why stop at pixies? that's boring. here i'll call over the bloody baron. we're friends and i think he has a few nastier creatures we can sick on them
everyone:
james: ok, cool. sounds like a plan :)
james *internally*: oh...oh
ok but if the marauders survived think about potions master regulus and dada professor remus going to school every year and their loser boyfriends pining at kings cross, giving them a goodbye far more dramatic than any of the first years’ parents
…
“regulus, please. please don’t go ill do anything ill-“
“moony. moony listen to me. don’t step on that train don’t do it! five seconds, just five more seconds-“
“-i’ll even read that book, yeah reg? right? wait where are you going? WHY ARE YOU GETTING ONTO THE TRAI-“
“moony. my moon. REMUS LUPIN GET BACK HERE! DONT LET GO OF MY HAND YOU DICK-“
*they proceed to race after the train until it’s out of view while regulus and remus share mortified looks*
“floo next year?” remus asked, pale faced.
“yeah,” regulus whispered. a blush was creeping up his cheeks.“definitely floo.”
my favorite wolfstar will always be the wolfstar that didn't get together until after Prisoner Of Azkaban. the wolfstar that had romantic tension in school and pined after each other for years, but never acted on it because they were terrified of their sexuality and ruining their friendship. the wolfstar that needed 12 years of maturity and pain to understand that you've got to take the opportunity before it slips away from you. the wolfstar that had never really looked away, even after all those years.
the wolfstar that reignited in that embrace in the shrieking shack
i also just like old man yaoi but that's besides the point
Marauders MicroFic- HALLOWEEN 1977
Remus left through the portrait hole, vaguely wondering if James had made a run for the kitchens or Honeydukes. It was getting on, a little past one in the morning when Remus checked his watch, but James plundered for food and drink later than that. Remus stepped out into the cool, wonderfully silent passageway and the Fat Lady snorted with indignation. He’d only just walked for perhaps a minute when he found him.
James was walking oddly slow down the passageway. His brown skin looked pale and sallow, his eyes wide, as if he’d seen a ghost. When James saw Remus, he stopped in his tracks. Remus knew something must be horribly wrong and ran forward. His brain flashed terrible images of James getting attacked, perhaps even by the wannabe Death Eaters or maybe by some evil spirit haunting the halls. Remus finally reached James and he immediately collapsed forward, beginning to cry.
Remus was typically not the best with crying people. It made him oddly uncomfortable, a twitch in his eye and a pit in his stomach. He did his best though, guiding them into an alcove and slowly lowering them onto the floor. James’s sobs echoed terribly, and Remus clumsily withdrew his wand, hoping the drunken silencing spell would hold.
Now that Remus was paying attention, he realized James was saying something.
“Did someone hurt you?” Remus asked. “Are you trying to tell me-“
“He’ll never love me, Remus,” James choked out. Remus froze. “Never. Never. Doesn’t even come, he’ll never…”
“Who the hell are you talking about?”
That was clearly the wrong thing to ask because James broke down into sobs again.
“He didn’t meet up with me Remus!” He wailed.
And, ok.
There was definitely a boy involved.
Remus was floored, because James? James Fleamont Potter? The James Fleamont Potter that had been hopeless in love with Lily Evans, who was most definitely a girl, for years now? That James Potter? With a boy? Bent just as much as Remus was? Remus couldn’t wrap his head around it except…actually he could. Things began to clarify in his mind. He wasn’t connecting the dots, per say, more detangling the clumps of red string pulling everything together into clearer focus.
James constantly going out and coming back looking disheveled.
James actually treating Lily like a human, not a prize this year.
James was gay, or something like that, and clearly it was not going well.
“Ok,” Remus whispered to himself, trying to remember how to breathe. “Ok, ok, ok. So. A boy that you like-
“I love him Remus,” James said, his tears still flowing. Remus pointedly moved his arm away from the steady stream of snot emanating from James’s nose.
“Bloody hell, ok. That you love-“
“I wish that I could shout it to the world,” James moaned. “I wish I could say it. Why can’t I tell people? I like him so much.”
“Because it’s dangerous, James.” Remus grabbed the front of James’s robes and shoved him against the wall. James hiccuped and his sobs ceased immediately. Remus knew he was being too rough, but he didn’t care. James didn’t understand, he could never understand. James grew up with love and kindness in a world of horror and hate. It was part of his charm, the happy go lucky, naïve way James was allowed to navigate the world that so many others craved. But Remus knew that one wrong move with this and the rose tint would be knocked right out of James’s tear streaked glasses. Remus couldn’t see the last beaming light of innocence and hope near him get crushed right in front of his eyes. “This, being gay. It’s bloody fucking dangerous. DO YOU HEAR ME?”
James jerked backwards when Remus yelled.
“SAY IT JAMES!” Remus shouted, shaking him. “TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND!”
“I-I understand,” James said. He looked terrified. Remus released him and slumped against the opposing wall, chest heavy. Remus looked miserably at him.
“I’m sorry, James,” he said. “But I can’t lose you, too.”
“Too?” James asked, sniffling. Remus wrapped his arms around his legs.
“James….”
“Oh.”
Remus pointedly looked away. He could feel James do the same.
In the early hours of November first, Remus Lupin and James Potter sat in quiet understanding of a world in which they knew they could never quite belong. But they also sat with a new, gentle understanding of each other.
That was the thing about life, Remus decided as morning light began to creep into the halls and James’s sobs turned to snores. Sometimes the ruined, discarded pieces of larger puzzles managed to fit together in their own way.
hi y'all i'm so so sorry dragon rider will get updated this week but i've got an anatomy lab practical coming up and i recently had to get a second job so i've had no time to myself (legitimately there have been several days where i get up at 3am for the first job, get off w just enough time to go to uni classes then immediately go to my second job until 9pm and study in the tiny pockets of time i have in between and afterwards)
expect a chapter later this week after i'm done w my practical, a chapter this weekend, and then back to our monday chapters next week
this fic is really important to me so even when i have stuff written i want to make sure that it gets edited for quality and things like that
i'd rather have late chapters than shit chapters :)
it always bugs me when people are like 'why was sirius acting so crazy in his mug shot?'
um notice how the mugshot is of OLD sirius? sirius after years in azkaban under false accusation for the murder of his best friend? of course he's insane??
hell for all we know that shot was taken by rita skeeter's photographer when she was trying to interview him for the prophet. anyone would be acting like that 💀
me: omg i'm a pre-vet student working two jobs i've got no time this is awful i'm exhausted i'm dying what even is food i only know caffeine and anxiety i haven't written in days everything is horrible
commenter: oh this chapter was really good! can't wait for the next one!
me: wow you know life really is worth living