A/N: got this idea from a news story and then i told @petalstofish who is entirely to blame for this fic lolol. Idk if it will be clear, but my intent is for this to be a muggle AU and I didn’t really commit to a time period, so it could be modern or ‘marauders era’ minus magic (I go with the latter, but whatever you like).
It all starts with an unreasonably un-British heat wave in
what’s supposed to be ‘late spring.’ And
really, they try to be ‘stiff upper lip’ and all, but sweaty ankles in mid
March are just a completely unreasonable state of affairs. So, being the spunky teen he is, James pens a
strongly worded letter to the headmaster – who looks entirely too comfortable to not have a tiny flock
of fans beneath his academic robes – that includes lots of phrases like ‘human
rights’ and ‘student welfare’ and ‘modernizing society.’ Remus convinces him to delete the part that
accuses them of being backward, stuck up, priss-pots, but he still holds it was
the strongest passage. And yet, part of
him knows if Sirius agreed, Remus was perhaps in the right.
And still, despite his rousing verbiage and convincing
arguments, Headmaster Dumbledore soon notifies him that the Board did not in
fact agree with his position and wanted to uphold the ‘long and hallowed
tradition’ of boys sweating their arses off and likely ending up with
heatstroke before summer hols. Or
something to that effect.
The idea hits like a flash the Friday after their
disappointing news while they’re lazing around in the shady grove behind the
ancient looking school, spritzing each other with chilled water and seeing
who’s face melts ice fastest. Sirius has
just claimed victory for the third time when Peter sits bolt upright, face
flush and eyes mischievous, “They want tradition and rules, eh?”
Which is how the four boys end up in their artfully messed
dorm, pouring over James’ leather-bound Hogwarts Academy Rules and Regulations
Handbook that had disappeared beneath extraneous papers and books nearly the
moment first year James had received it.
Remus quirks a brow when the spine cracks like new, and James simply
shrugs, “I prefer the rules I break to be a surprise.”
After accepting a high-five from Sirius, they quickly flip
to the section on ‘appropriate dress’ and scour the paragraphs for a loophole,
but Peter simply skims the page and sits back, looking entirely too smug as he
grins. “Just as I thought, lads. We’ve got our way out.”
Co-managing as Head Boy and Head Girl is a give and take. You have to pick your battles. One of the battles that I picked was to stop James from running plastic tubes all over the common room and placing hamsters inside of them. He was going to call it Tube City. So, yes, I do owe him one.
(I haven’t posted in forever, I’m slowly working on a couple requests right now, so look out for those soon. I hope you like this one! It’s VERY dramatic) The italic indicates a flashback btw
The day Remus Lupin was reunited with his closest mate was one of the best days of his life. Discovering Sirius was innocent was a bittersweet realization. When Dumbledore instructed him to take Sirius back to Grimmauld Place his heart wrenched, he knew all Sirius wanted as a teenager was to get out of that house. Another person was on the forefront of his mind, his wife, (Y/N). You had been best mates since 1st year at Hogwarts and immediately Remus had fallen head over heels.
“So Remus, who did I see you flirting with at breakfast this morning?” Sirius asked with an overdramatic raise of his eyebrows. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t flirt.” He responded, bringing his book closer to his nose. “Her name’s (Y/N).” shouted James across the common room. You looked up from your textbook you were reading in the corner and looked over at the boys, hearing your name. “She seems cool” commented Peter.
Sirius looked skeptically at him, “What makes you say that?” Peter shrugged, “She saved me from some Slytherins the other day. Used some charms I’ve never even heard of, turned their faces upside down, it was hilarious.” “She’s quite clever.” added Remus with a slight nod. They could practically see the lightbulb above James head, “Maybe she could help us with- you know, our little project.” Sirius shook his head, “I don’t know, we don’t know if we can trust her not to squeal, she seems like a goody-two shoes.”
You slammed your book shut, turning all the boys heads. You stood from your seat and walked with purpose over to them. “I am not a goody-two shoes, tell me what kind of project and I will be able to help you but, if I want to is a whole other story” You said as you sat next to a blushing Remus on the couch, crossing your legs. “And why should we trust you?” asked Sirius pompouslly.
“Why not?’ You asked in the same tone back.
“Touché” answered Sirius.
“IIIII like her!” declared James.
You became the fifth and brightest Marauder, and according to everyone besides Sirius, the prettiest. That was until 5th year when Sirius noticed how pretty you were and despite knowing the fact Remus was in love with you, he asked you out.
“You know, I’ve been thinking, Moony.” started Sirius as he plopped next to Remus on the common room couch, pulling him from his textbook, “Wow, that’s new.” commented Remus with a smirk. “Very funny, How do you feel about (Y/N)?”
Remus’s eyebrows scrunched, “Our best friend of 5 years (Y/N)? I think you know how I feel about her.” Sirius groaned, “No, I mean- I know you had a thing for her for a while.” Remus’s face flushed, “Why-why do you need to know how I feel about, (Y/N).” “I just need to know if you’re still bloody in love with her, that’s all.”
“I just feel kind of uncomfortable answering that.”
“Then it’s a yes.”
“I never said yes, Padfoot.”
“If it was no, you would have just said no. So it’s a yes, you’re in love with her.”
“So, I can ask her out?”
Remus’s heart stopped, “What?”
“I want to ask (Y/N) out.”
Sirius shrugged, “I don’t know, we had a moment the other night.”
“What do you mean?”
Remus stood suddenly, his book falling to the floor. “Are you mad at me?” Sirius asked. “No, no, do whatever you want, Sirius, just like you always do!” Remus answered angrily and stormed up the stairs.
You first thought Sirius asked you out as a joke but after a couple dates, you found yourself falling for him.
“So, what if I asked you to be my girlfriend?” Sirius asked, smirking as you two walked back to the Hogwarts Express from Hogsmeade. You took a deep breath, “What are you getting at, Pads?” Sirius stopped, touching your arm, “What do you mean?”
You rolled your eyes, “I mean, are you just doing all this just to shag me because you haven’t shown me anything more than friendship the past 5 years.”
“(Y/N), I really like you, honestly.”
“If you want to do this for real, I know it sounds stupid but for my sake you need to promise not to hurt me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sirius said, looking surprised.
“You need to promise me, Pads.” you said looking pleadingly into his eyes.
After Hogwarts, the Marauders slowly started to drift, with Lily and James starting a family, Remus trying to become a professor, and Sirius focusing on The Order. You lived together in a small flat above a barbers. Even though the place was small, you had no money, and weren’t able to see your friends as much as you’d like, you had Sirius and he had you and that was enough.
You smiled at the sight of Sirius fervently working on papers for The Order at the kitchen table. You bent down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You want some tea?” you asked.
“No, no, I’m good, thanks love.”
“Do you need help?”
Sirius leaned back in his seat. “I’m almost done, I could use a better kiss.” He said with a smirk. You smiled feeling a blush creep on your cheeks. You bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips, as you started to pull back, he stood with you, making the kiss more passionate. He let out a soft moan, you pulled back, chuckling. “I’m going to get some tea for me, you dog” You stood and waved your wand over the kettle. Sirius felt his heart skip as he watched you.
”What do you have planned for The Order meeting?”
You steeped your tea, and turned to face Sirius to see him down on one knee, holding a small box containing a simple diamond ring. You felt the mug slip from your fingers and shatter on the floor. “Bloody hell, I didn’t think it would be that much of a surprise.” he said with a chuckle.
“What are you doing?” you breathed.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen with this war, but I can’t not be married to you any longer. Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” He looked at you like a precious stone.
After Sirius had been taken to Azkaban, Remus was the only one you had left. You became close again like you were at Hogwarts. Remus found it harder and harder not to proclaim his love for you.
You were racked with sobs. All you could do is cling to Remus. “It-it’s gonna be…” Remus couldn’t finish the sentence because he didn’t know. He felt his own tears slip down his cheeks as he stared at the grave. You looked up at him. “I-I can’t go home alone, Moony.” You sucked in a deep breath.
“You can come to my flat, it’s no problem.”
“Thank you, I-I don’t think I would survive without you.”
“I don’t think I would survive without you either.” he muttered before kissing the top of your head softly.
It was you who after three years of grieving for your friends and recovering from the loss of your first love, who kissed Remus late one evening.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Remus whispered breathlessly when he noticed your lips close proximity to his. The lust in your eyes confused him. He had lived his entire life suppressing romantic feelings for you, accepting he lost you to Sirius but, now Sirius was as good as dead and those feelings became harder and harder to push down.
You brought your fingertips to Remus’s face, causing him to slightly flinch. “I think for once, I actually know.” You stood on your tip-toes pressed a simple, soft kiss to his lips.
Remus remembered Sirius once describe kissing you like melting, but he thought it felt more like flying. Back at Hogwarts he would always find himself watching your lips as you told a story or murmur the words of a textbook under your breath. Sometimes he couldn’t help but indulge himself in thinking about kissing them but guilt would soon overtake him. This time he didn’t feel guilt, it just felt right. You pulled away slowly, still an inch from his lips. Remus took in a shaky breath, bringing his large hand up to rest on your jaw. “C-can I..” he asked, gaze flicking from your lips back up to your eyes. You nodded your head quickly, Remus ducked his head and attached his lips to yours passionately.
It was 9 years later and you and Remus have been happily married for 5. He loved you more than ever, and somehow you got more attractive and irresistible everyday.
Remus was visiting Sirius in Grimmauld place for the first time since the Shrieking Shack. He ducked through the fireplace and was immediately knocked back by Sirius’s embrace.
“Oh, Moony. I bloody missed you.”
Remus hugged him back. “I just saw you, you git.” He said jokingly.
“For a second, then you went all mental werewolf.” Sirius said chuckling as he gripped Remus’s shoulders.
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him. As well as to be expected, I suppose. I think he’s planning on staying with the Weasley’s for some of the holiday.”
“Good, good. Molly’ll take good care of him.”
Remus nodded in agreement. A strange awkward silence fell, he could tell Sirius wanted to say something else but just gestured to the grand kitchen table.
“Sit, Mate. Can I get you something?”
Remus sat across from Sirius at the table
.”No,no. I-I ate before I came.”
The silence fell again. Remus didn’t understand why he felt tension but he could cut it with a knife. “Kreacher, two firewhiskeys please!” Sirius shouted over his shoulder. All that was heard was Kreacher’s disgruntled murmuring.
“Can ask you, Moony?” Sirius asked, his previous excitement depleting. “Anything” Remus answered before taking in a shaky breath, anticipating the question.
“Are you uh… still in contact with (Y/N)?”
Remus’s heart dropped, “Uhh.. yeah, yes I-I am.” He cringed at the awkward choppiness of his words.
Sirius sighed with relief, sinking back into his chair. “Mate, you don’t even know.” He ran his hands down his face. “She’s all I can think about.”
Remus didn’t know what to say, he opened and closed his mouth but was cut off by Kreacher shoving two glasses on the table. “Thank you, Kreacher” Sirius said with a smirk before turning back to Remus.
“Does she know I’m innocent yet?” He asked. “She always knew you were innocent.” Sirius smiled, “I mean does she know I’m here?” “No.” Remus said quietly, sipping his whiskey.
Sirius took in Remus’s expression, noticing something wasn’t right. “S-she isn’t seeing someone, is she?” He asked leaning forward.
“She’s married, Sirius.”
Sirius’s expression was unreadable. Remus felt like his heart was going to jump out onto the table.
Sirius’s voice became very low, “To who?” he practically growled.
“Me.” Remus answered breathlessly, staring at his glass.
Sirius stood suddenly from the table, his chair falling behind him. He looked as if he was going to lunge at Remus but pulled himself back. Remus stood slowly, “I’m so sorry, you were as good as dead, Padfoot. We thought you were gone forever” he whispered, locking eyes with Sirius.
He saw his anger start to subside into sadness.
“The thought of coming home to her kept me alive.” Sirius spoke shakily. Remus didn’t know what to say.
“You always loved her…” Sirius started quietly.
Remus nodded, “After that day we were both in so much pain, all we had was each other.”
“And she loves you?”
“And you’re both happy?”
“More than I’ve ever been. I’d like to think she feels the same.”
That silence fell again. Sirius looked at him, his eyes full of unrecognizable emotion.
“Can I see her?”
“Of course.” Remus answered with a sigh.”I’ll get her now.” Remus headed to the fireplace but stopped and turned to Sirius, “Can you ever forgive me?” Sirius said nothing, but was staring at a scratch on the table. Remus turned and floo powered to his and your flat.
“Grimmauld Place? Why Grimmauld Place?” You asked as Remus tried to usher you to the fireplace. “Dumbledore says it’s the safest place for the meetings.”
You shuttered, “Merlin, I hate that place. Who’s going to be there?”
“Dumbledore, Tonks, Moody, maybe Arthur. C’mon, we only have to go for a minute.”
You stumbled through the fireplace, practically falling onto the grand table. Remus couldn’t help but chuckle at your clumsiness. You slapped his shoulder playfully, then turned to take in the house.
“Where is everyone?” you asked.
“Um, I don’t know. Sit, I’ll look in the bedrooms.”
You sat, drumming your fingers in the table. You had awful memories you couldn’t bear to think of in this house, being a muggleborn and meeting Sirius’s parents for the first and last time. You stood suddenly, tired of waiting and walked down the hallway you knew the bedrooms were on.
You walked to the door you saw open, hearing voices. You turned through the door and stopped in your tracks.
Your jaw dropped and eyes widened. Your mind went wild until it settled on the reason you were seeing Sirius Black standing in front of you.
“Tonks, that’s not funny! Cut it out!”
You felt anger boiling. You couldn’t believe she would do this, she knows you’re sensitive when it comes to the past.
“Tonks, change back!”
You were infuriated by the clueless look in her eyes.
“Love, it’s not Tonks.” Remus said softly. Your face flushed and you felt your heart pumping out of your chest.
“Pads?” you asked quietly, scared he wasn’t the real thing.
Tears slipped down Sirius’s cheeks, his voice was croaky “It’s me, (Y/N).” You glanced at your husband, he was looking away, staring at a stain on the wallpaper. You looked back at Sirius and stepped to him, touching your fingers to his cheekbone. He looked pleadingly into your eyes, it was obviously physically hurting him to not slam his lips onto yours. You didn’t really know what to say, you just slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead on his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him, a deep breath leaving his chest he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Even though your eyes were shut you could feel Remus watching you pensively, anticipating losing you to Sirius once again.
The rest of the evening you tried to come up with excuses to avoid having to spend much of the night with Sirius Black and his group of horrid friends. You tried everything, you mustered up all of your acting skills and took to the hospital wing, attempting to convince Madame Pomfrey that you were seriously ill; she, of course, saw right through you, and you left the wing feeling defeated and shameful. You even went as far as to provoke Professor McGonagall, hoping that she’d give you detention for the evening, but all you got was a scolding and a 2 foot essay.
“Emilyyy,” you whined mere minutes before you and your friend were supposed to head to the Gryffindor Common Room, “I seriously do not want to go.”
“You have to go, (Y/N), I refuse to go alone.”
“You can find someone else to go with you, I’m not going.” You felt bad for going back on your promise to your friend, but you could think of nothing worse than having to spend an entire evening in the same room as Sirius.
“(Y/N), it really would mean a lot to me if you went. I understand you don’t want to go, but as my friend, I would appreciate you being there,” Emily added sincerely, “plus, you’re getting two chocolate frogs as compensation.”
“You’re right, Em,” you gave in reluctantly, “sorry to try to back out on you like that, something about Black just really bothers me.”
“I know, (Y/N), and that is why I appreciate you coming with me so much.” Emily put her arm around you and gave you a friendly squeeze. You both grabbed your books and left the comfort of your own common room. Most non-Gryffindors had never been to the Gryffindor common room, which made it ever more surprising when Emily seemed to know her way there with no need to stop and ask the living portraits for directions. When you finally got up the tower, you found James standing beside a colorful portrait of a lady dressed in the gaudiest pink gown.
“Well,” James began, the ever-cocky sound of his voice annoyed you more than you dared comprehend, “look who decided to show up, it certainly took you long enough to get here.”
“Oh, please, Potter,” Emily rolled her eyes, “we’re here on time, if not early.”
“I suppose you’re right,” he winked at you, which triggered you to fold your arms across your chest, already regretting the decision you made to go, “c’mon in then.” Potter opened the portrait and you followed Emily inside. The common room was warm and inviting, a large fire crackled inside its hearth, and the whole area seemed to give off a golden glow. Near the center-right of the room there was a large couch and a couple armchairs; it was there that the four boys had set up their studying materials. Peter and Remus were sitting on the floor thumbing through textbooks, dog-earing any important pages, and Sirius was lounging nonchalantly on one of the chairs, his legs thrown over one of the arms. On his lap sat a large piece of unfolded parchment, he looked at it once, then looked directly over to where you, Emily, and James had just entered the room. Smiling slightly, he tapped the parchment and shoved it in between the cushions of the chair he was sitting on.
“Hey, girls, glad you could make it.” Remus said, and motioned for you to join them at the table. You sat in one of the chairs, as far away from Sirius and James as you could. Emily settled in on the floor close to the table, setting her books and various studying supplies on the table.
“What are we going to work on first? I’ve had the most difficulty with identifying the different kinds of myrrh and frankincense, but I also want to work on…”
“Woah, woah, slow down there.” James interjected, you felt the heat of anger rise in your face, feeling furious for your friend who was just interrupted.
“James,” Remus began annoyedly, “we’re, well I’m supposed to be helping them, and you might be better off getting some help too.”
“To him, Mooney!” Sirius exlaimed, and swung his legs off the arm of his chair, “I, for one, would like to study productively tonight.” Upon him saying that, Peter snorted incredulously, which warranted him a dirty look from Sirius.
“Wow,” you began, “Sirius Black wanting to be productive, better alert the Daily Prophet.”
“Oi, (Y/N), don’t be so rude to him, you’ll break his heart.” Remus nudged Sirius’ leg.
“I’d be surprised if that tosser even had a heart.” You stated matter-of-factly; although you weren’t thrilled to be there in any sense, you found it relieving to be able to insult Sirius semi-publicly. Emily gave you a look that nearly wiped the smirk off your face, you could tell that she was not happy.
“Oh, (Y/N), he certainly does have a heart,” James explained, leaning over the gap between the couch and Sirius’ chair and pushing him, “in fact, I’d be surprised if his heart was focused on anything but you.”
“Okay, shut the fuck up, mate.” Sirius growled, obviously tense. You rolled your eyes at his reaction to his friend’s joke. Horrible personality and no sense of humor, what a person, you thought sarcastically.
“He was kidding, Sirius,” Peter piped in an attempt to dispel the growing tension.
“Yeah, whatever,” Sirius got up, “I’m feeling tired anyway, I’m going to bed.” He stormed off, and the three remaining boys exchanged looks. You five continued to study, your head filling with information you hadn’t previously known. James seemed uneasy almost the entire time, and well into the evening he announced that he was going to go upstairs and talk to Sirius. After that, only you, Emily, Remus, and Peter were left. Emily and yourself left close to midnight, and had to sneak your way down the tower and through the corridors in order to avoid being caught by the caretaker.
She first noticed him in produce, digging through the courgette box like there was some hidden treasure at the bottom. She grabbed one from the top of the pile, and her hand entering his field of vision startled him, made him set down the half a dozen courgettes he had in his arms, and turn to look at her, cheeks flushed, as she dropped her vegetable into the basket on her arm.
‘Sorry,’ he said, running a now vegetable-free hand through his untidy black hair, 'my housemate is forcing me to be stupidly particular about my courgette selection.’
Everyone has this headcanon that Sirius was the one completely obsessed with his hair. But whose father invented Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion? Who was the one so bent on keeping his hair looking a certain way that it magically passed on to his son, making it literally impossible for the boy’s hair to be any shorter or lie any flatter.
Description: You were trying on dresses you had for a fancy, outdoor dinner party that night but you were getting really self-conscious of your scars. You got them from being just so damn clumsy. Remus, your close friend, attempts to reassure you that you are still beautiful no matter what. Then, picking out dresses turns into something more.
You walk into the marauder’s room expecting to find Lily hanging out with James, but you only see Remus reading while laying on the sofa. “Where is Lily?” you ask, out of breath from running all the way up there. “Uhhh,” Remus mumbles, looking around him, “Do you really me to tell you?” Your eyebrows go down immediately. “Please tell me she and James aren’t-” “They are,” “Well in that case,” you sigh, “You are my girl for the day, cmon,” “Where are we going?” He asks sitting up and setting his book down on the couch. “Trying on dresses, of course,”
“Wait for a second, I am not going to try on a dress… right?” “Not you, you idiot,” you laugh, “You are going to help me decide which looks best on me. Since Lily is doing… that doesn’t matter, but since Lily is gone you are going to have to help me. And don’t be afraid to go hard on me. I can take it,” “Listen, I’m not sure I’m up for the job,” Remus laughs nervously. “Oh,” you mock, in a sarcastic tone, “So apparently Remus Lupin’s masculinity is way too fragile to try on dresses with his good buddy Y?N all of a sudden!” He just looks at you, smiling and his eyebrows up. “What’s it gonna be macho man?” you ask. He lets out a deep sigh. ‘Fine. But stop saying that we are trying on dresses because I am not,” “Oh, okay” you tease, sarcastically.
((OOC Becci: I’m so very sorry for the quality. I didn’t have a proper editing tool. So I got a new one (that was supposed to be the full version). I edited and saved and wanted to export the video. Sady the program then said “Sorry, I’m a trial version after all :D”… And I just couldn’t find any other way to save it than using a screencapture program. So now it’s a bit lagging and the quality is a mess. I am so sorry. I just couldn’t redo all of it again… For the next time I will look for another program…))
“Merlin, can’t you two wait until you’re behind closed doors?”
When Victoire and Teddy finally announced their relationship, the entire family went crazy. Aunt Fleur had long been suspicious of the two, and James and Fred had even made a bet with Uncle Ron and Aunt Angelina.