Remus: *beams* You like it?

Sirius: I thought you said you weren’t going tonight? 

Remus: Yeah… I… I didn’t have any formal-wear… and I hadn’t asked anyone… but then someone asked me, and James had this suit…  

*shrugs* … It was kind of a last minute thing. 

Remus: *laughs* When do you NOT look like you walked off the cover of a magazine?

Sirius: Of course… she’s liked you for ages. 

Remus: *shrugs* I dunno. 

Sirius: *rolls eyes* Uh hu… you’re oblivious mate. 

Remus: … Who did you ask?

Sirius: … *raises an eyebrow suggestively* She’s french. 

Sirius: … *plasters on a smirk* I’m always ready. *winks and walks past Remus* 


The Three Wizarding Schools:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the Scottish wizarding school, located in the Highlands of Scotland.It takes students from Scotland, England, Ireland, Northern Ireland and Wales.The castle is located in the mountains near a loch.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (French: Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons) is the Frenchwizarding school, located in the Pyrenees in southern France. It takes students from France, Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Portugaland Spain. The Palace of Beauxbatons is a beautiful chateau surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains magically created out of the surrounding mountains,

The Durmstrang Institute is the Scandinavian wizarding school, located in the northernmost regions of Norway or Sweden. The school, which presumably takes mainly northern European students, is willing to accept international students as far afield as Bulgaria. The castle is only four stories tall and fires are only lit for magical purposes. It has very extensive grounds and is surrounded by lakes and mountains.

I cannot believe that actually worked.
—  Remus Lupin (after watching James, Sirius, and Peter bribe Dumbledore into lessening their detention with a huge basket of sherbet lemon candies)
The Ball

Inspired by @asktheboywholived‘s prom date sirius

Remus glanced up from his textbook and swore loudly at the boy standing in front of him.

There were some things in life that simply weren’t fair. Remus knew this. Remus was the master of christ-I-don’t-deserve-this-but-here-we-go-anyway. There were not many moments in the grand cosmic joke called ‘Remus Lupin’s life’ in which Remus Lupin himself stepped back and indulged in a good bout of self pity.

This, however, was one of those moments.

Imagine, if you can, that you’re in love with a boy. Not your average, common garden, run of the mill, spots and strange smells sort of a boy.. A boy with a surreal kind of beauty. A boy with a dark and sultry air about him. A boy who can make you drunk just by smirking at you with his wide, clever mouth. A boy who, really, is not a boy at all. He is The Boy.

The Boy was stood in front of Remus Lupin, wearing a black suit jacket which hung open to reveal the smooth planes of his naked torso. The Boy had his hip cocked and a crooked smile on his face.

‘Alright, Moony?’

Remus Lupin swore again.

The Man Who Loses Everything

Inspired by The Man Who Loses Everything by @asktheboywholived

(( I KNOW I’VE BEEN MORE FOCUSED ON EDITS LATELY BUT I’LL BE WRITING MORE NOW THAT I’M DONE WITH CLASSES. I also repurposed an old piece of writing published on my AO3 account that I do not plan on continuing that does show up here. So enjoy. Also enjoy a very quick edit for Remus that I felt fit with this. )) 

It had all happened so fast.

Sirius hadn’t come home that night; Remus couldn’t breathe.

There was a knock on the door. It had to be Sirius. Who else would it be? But yet, there was a deep fear growing in the pit of his stomach. Hesitantly, he pulled open the door of their shared flat, the rusting hinges screeching as they moved. “Remus Lupin?” Two men he didn’t recognize stood on their welcome mat.


“Ministry of Magic. We’re going to need you to come with us.” His heart fell to his feet.


“So, um…” Remus mumbled. “Why am I here?” Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. He’s hurt. He’s dead. Something had to have happened to him-

“Were you a conspirator in the murders of James and Lily Potter?” James? Lily?

“W-What?” Breathe. “They were murdered? N-Nobody told me.”

“The Potters were found dead in their home last night, by means of an unforgivable curse.”

My friends.  “Both of them?”

“Both of them.”

Harry. Their son. Oh, god. Harry. “What about Harry? Is he alright? Oh, please tell me he’s alright-”

“He is alive. For the child’s safety, we will not be disclosing his whereabouts with you.”

Remus Lupin never cried. How could you cry when you didn’t know how? But now, oh now… His lungs were on fire, the pressure behind his eyes was like nothing he’d every felt before. James, Lily… Harry. Sirius. Where was Sirius?

“Mr. Lupin…” He brought his eyes to meet the man. “We’re doing all that we can. We’ve captured the man who carried out the act, he has been charged with the deaths of the Potter’s and Peter Pettigrew.”

“P-Peter…?” Not Peter. No, no, not Peter too. “Why? Who did this!?”

“Mr. Lupin, the murderer has been dealt with.”

“Why won’t you answer my question!?” Peter. James. Lily. Harry. Sirius… Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. “Sirius Black. Is he okay? Is he? Please, tell me he’s okay.”

“Mr. Black is now serving a life sentence in Azkaban for these murders.” Mr. Black is now serving a life sentence in Azkaban. Mr. Black. Responsible for the murders. James, Lily… Peter. Gone. Sirius. Murderer?

“No. No, no, no, no… You… There must be a mistake. Sirius Black would never-”

Hogwarts was huge – far larger than anything Remus Lupin could have ever imagined. A castle; the largest building he had ever seen was a townhouse, and here he was, inside of a castle. Of all the moving staircases and secret rooms, what really amazed him were the ceilings: those mile-high ceilings. He dreamed of flying, of reaching the sky. Nothing would be able to contain him, no cage too strong, no ropes too tight. He would spread his wings and feel the air move through his feathers. One day, he would break free. And on that first night, when the hat pronounced him Gryffindor, after all those years of being contained, of being controlled, he was recognized as the person he was and not the evil that inhabited him. For just a little while, he was freed from the burden that followed his every step. A new moon.

Evening fell into night as the first-year Gryffindors were lead to the dorm halls. Taking a separate route from the females, the male prefect, a lofty boy with dark skin and well groomed hair, made conversation with the crowd of eleven year olds that followed him. His clothes were freshly pressed and he sported a maroon and gold tie perfectly tied around his neck. The fifth year towered over Remus, who, at the time, was very below-average for his age at a diminutive 124 centimeters in stature.

Remus rubbed at his hair, which was once combed down neatly with pomade, but had now returned to its natural curled state. “Well, here you are,” the prefect boy announced. “I assume Missus McGonagall has informed you of your room assignments for the year. If you have any problems, don’t be afraid to come to me; I’m rooming just down the hall. I look forward to being your prefect this year.”

The three boys that accompanied Remus in his dormitory spread themselves out in a circle, a pile of sweets and types of crisps in the center of them (of which they had bought an abundance of from the trolley on the Hogwarts Express). They seemingly ignored the boy with the scar-covered face who sat in silence as he unpacked the few belongings he had brought with him. Remus was never fond of making friends; he deemed himself unworthy of companionship. Who would like someone so ugly? So monstrous. “You fold your socks?” a voice, slightly lower-pitched in comparison to his own, laughed.

Remus’ face flushed like a cherry, his pale scars becoming even more prominent than usual, as he turned on his bottom precisely 180 degrees, keeping his knees tucked tightly up in his arms and his feet lifted a few centimeters off the ground. “I like to keep organized,” he mumbled in embarrassment, unable to bring his eyes to look at his new dormmate.

“Care to join us?”

“Um,” Remus licked his chapped lips, crawling to the center of the room.

“Nice scars,” a second boy chimed in.

“Yeah, they’re badass.”

“…Thank you.”

“He would never…” Sirius Black. His first friend. A murderer? The world was falling on his shoulders. Sirius Black overcame a world of evil and corruption, despite being brought up by a family built on hatred. Sirius Black, the boy who loved, who overcame, who cared. Sirius Black. Murderer? That was not Sirius Black. Sirius Black was flawed. No matter how hard he tried to be perfect. But he was perfect to Remus. And really, nothing else mattered. 

“We have the report here if you wish to hear it.”


“Black was the only one who knew that Peter Pettigrew was the Potter’s Secret Keeper.” He said he was the secret keeper. He lied. Sirius Black. The man who lied. “There are several eyewitness reports vowing that they watched Sirius murder Peter Pettigrew. Those eyewitnesses reported Pettigrew shouting that Black was trying to kill him like he had the Potters. Eleven muggles were slaughtered in the blast and Pettigrew’s finger was found on the scene. Black has no Alibi, and none of the evidence supports his claim to innocence…”

“Thank you for telling me, sir… I have an Alibi. I will give you the names of the people I was with. Feel free contact them. I did not coordinate with the… murderer… Sirius Black.”

The murderer, Sirius Black.

Sirius Black. The man who lied.

The Disaster in Pink

Prompt:  Your stray red item turned my whites pink.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lily Evans, Sirius Black, James Potter
Setting: Modern day all muggle AU
1,000 Words

Lily’s soft humming turned into an abrupt scream the moment she opened the washing machine’s hatch and saw the sea of pink.

“No!” she shrieked, diving in to pull out her wet laundry. “No!”

Every single white item of clothing – including her favourite cardigan and her cream sundress – had turned pale pink strongly reminiscent of candy floss.

“How the hell…?”

Lily was certain there had only been whites in her laundry basket. She was particular like that; Marlene wasn’t completely wrong to joke she had an “Overly meticulous Cow Disorder”.

But being careful hadn’t saved her clothes from their pink doom. Not that she had anything against pink – it just wasn’t her colour.

Her fingers scraped against the machine’s metal drum and pulled out a pair of bright red trunks that most definitely weren’t hers. Neither she nor Marlene were seeing anyone – there was no way men’s underwear could’ve got into her laundry basket. And even if they had, she would have noticed them when loading her clothes into the machine.

Frowning at the trunks, Lily came to the conclusion that whoever had done their laundry last had accidentally left them behind.

Gritting her teeth, Lily balled the red trunks in her fist and grabbed her laundry basket. She marched out to the corridor to inspect the board by the door to see who had reserved the laundry room before her. It took her a moment to decipher the careless scrawl of handwriting, but she managed.

“Potter,” she hissed, consulting next the list of flats. Fifth floor.

Lily could’ve taken the lift, but it was far more satisfying to stomp up the stairs, fuming with righteous anger over the sorry fate of her poor innocent clothes. By the time she reached the fifth floor, her arms were growing tired from the weight of her laundry and her breathing was coming heavy – but her indignation blazed brighter than ever. Her gaze flitted, inspecting each door until it zeroed in on the Potter standing next to Black on the door to her right.

Her lips forming a thin line, she crossed the landing and jabbed at the doorbell.

It only took some seconds but to Lily they felt more like minutes. Then the door opened, revealing a man wearing a band shirt whose black hair was tied in a bun and whose grey eyes were sparked with annoyance.

“What?” he barked as a greeting.

Her temper flaring at the rude welcome, Lily’s arm moved before any rational thought could catch up with the sudden impulse, flinging the wet underwear which he promptly caught – with his face.

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It was irrational, Hermione told herself.

They had nothing in common. He was wild, dangerous, reckless….

She wanted him.

When Sirius Black offered to take her for a ride after he caught her biting her lip staring at his motorcycle, she blurted out “Only if I get to wear your jacket.”

He smiled that crooked grin that made her go weak in the knees. “Anything for you, kitten.” He shrugged it off effortlessly, revealing his fitted white t-shirt, and the intricately designed tattoos that clung to his arms and flowed up his neck. He swung it around, covering her bared shoulders, the sundress she wore wouldn’t offer much protection from the wind. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

Hermione batted her eyes and looked up at him through long lashes. Her cheeks tinted pink as she blushed. The jacket was still warm from his body. She had to push the sleeves way up before her hands finally poked out.    

His grin widened.

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Move Together
  • When Remus and Sirius move in their new flat it is completely unfurnished except a mattress on the floor in the bedroom.
  • For several weeks they are living on that mattress like in the nest, covered and surrounded by their unpacked belongings.
  • Remus sings lullaby to Sirius his mother used to sing to him when he was small.
  • The day they buy a couch is the day they fight and Sirius ends up sleeping on their mattress alone.
  • He comes to the couch where Remus sleeps holding his pillow in his hands, shifts from foot to foot anxiously, then slips under covers next to Remus and murmurs apologies in his ear until Lupin tells him to shut up and let him sleep. Sirius smiles.
  • They spend evenings on the couch, Remus reads - sometimes aloud, Sirius murmurs songs and flicks through channels.
  • Sometimes when it’s getting dark and they are too lazy to turn on the light, they dance to the sound of old record player.
  • In the morning Sirius always makes coffee with cream and two sugars for himself and tea with no sugar for Remus. And he waits for his lover to wake up.
  • Their kitchen is tiny and their knees bump under their small table when they have dinner.
  • Remus leaves grocery lists on the fridge for Sirius and Sirius leaves love notes for Remus.
  • Remus grumbles about Sirius’ hair all over the flat, but Sirius just laughs.
  • They clean windows and open them, letting chill spring air creep in the rooms.
  • On Sundays they lay in bed till noon, Remus whispers nonsense in Sirius’ ear, tickles him, squeezes, nuzzles his neck, making Sirius giggle and kick legs in the air.
  • On Mondays Sirius holds Remus in his arms tight not letting him get out of bed and go to work.
  • Remus chases Sirius with the spray he uses for his flowers and stops only when Sirius is soaking wet and there are puddles on the floor.
  • Sirius wraps them into the blanket while they are sitting on the window sill watching first star to appear. He kisses Remus’ temple and feels completely happy.

check out the soundtrack for this

  • James:Lily and I's ship name should be "jily".
  • Sirius:You're kidding me right prongs, it's definitely "lames".
  • James:NO ITS JILY!
  • Sirius:NO ITS LAMES!
  • James:JILY!
  • Sirius:LAMES! C'mon it bloody fits. You are lame—
  • James:Excuse you.
  • Sirius:I'm excused. And Lily is lame too!
  • Remus:I'm definitely visiting Pomfrey after this.

anonymous asked:

I'd you're still doing the prompts "Is this the same store you don't go to anymore because you said I love you the the cashier" Jilypad pls 😊

“James no stop it.  I need new shoes!  And this is the only shop that has the ones I want.”

James looked at his girlfriend with a kicked-puppy sort of expression.  “No.  I can’t.  Lils I…no.”

Blinking owlishly, realisation dawned on her, and she took a step back, looking frighteningly triumphant.  “James Potter, oh my god.”

“Lils,” he warned.

“Oh this is the shop, isn’t it?” she crowed.  “This is the shop with the cute worker you said I love you to, isn’t it?”

James’ face was flaming hot, and he couldn’t meet her gaze.  “Maybe.  Maybe it is.  And maybe I love this shop but cannot show my face again because I made such a twat of myself.”

“Oh no.  No, I have to see this.”  She tried to grab his hand, but James took several steps away, and she sighed.  “Well I’m going in.  You can sulk out here like the little piss-baby you are.  I’m going to get an eye-full of this cutie and get my new boots.”

James tried to protest, but Lily ignored him as she grabbed the handle, and stormed in.  She was met by a light jingle of bells at the top of the door, the sound almost as soothing as the atmosphere.  She loved this shop, the only place to stock her favourite imports and the newest in high-shoe-fashion.

She had only been in a handful of times though, her schedule keeping her shopping habits at bay.  The only reason the whole James-debacle happened was because he’d been attempting to buy her the flats she’d been drooling over for her birthday.

He came home gift-less, and mortified one–because he’d blurted out I love you to the gorgeous cashier, and two because he’d actually paid for the damned shoes but hadn’t taken them out of sheer embarrassment.  So he was out a hundred quid, and couldn’t show his face again.

Lily thought the whole thing was far too brilliant.

Moving about the displays, her gaze caught the boots, and just as she reached for them, the back door to employee storage swung open.  Glancing up, she knew in an instant it was the cashier who had all-but destroyed James.

They were short, broad in the shoulders but slender in the hips.  Their hair had a slight wave and texture to it, piled high in a messy bun with strands sticking out every which way.  Their skin was dark olive, eyes a fierce grey, smile sharp, with slightly crooked eye-teeth.  They were wearing shiny black leggings, an orange kurta hanging to their knees, about three inches above the very boots Lily wanted to buy.

They met her gaze, and grinned wider.  “Well hello there,” they said.  “You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”

“Not at all,” she replied, glancing at the name badge.  “Er.  Sirius?  Am I saying that right?”

“You absolutely are, love.  And I see you’re going for the boots which I could not be happier about.  Got mine last month and I think I’ve worn them nearly every day.”

Lily felt her heart flutter.  Sirius was damn good looking, she could see why James had lost his head.  Especially if they’d been flirting with James the way James had described it.  A million thoughts ran through her head of getting to know Sirius, convincing them to date the pair of them.  Curled up on the sofa during rainy afternoons, sweet, soft kisses, sharing clothes and cooking on Thursday nights.

But she was getting ahead of herself.

She flicked a lock of hair behind her shoulder.  “I’m a seven.  Have you got my size?”

Sirius nodded.  “We do, indeed.  Go on and sit, I’ll be right back.”  They rushed back through the door, and Lily was grateful to take the seat, trying to calm her heart.  She pulled out her mobile and sent a text off to James.

Holy shit, I think I love them too.

I told you!  I told you!  Now get out of there before it gets worse.

Oh no.  No way, James Potter.  I am getting my boots and, if I can help it, their mobile number.

James sent a series of distressed emoticons, but Sirius came out from the storage, and Lily banged her mobile down on the bench next to her.

“Mm, dainty feet,” Sirius said, grabbing her now-bare foot in their hand.  “Also your toes are adorable.  Where did you get them done?”

She glanced down at the antlers on her big toe, and she laughed.  “Oh my idiot boyfriend was practising on me.  He’s not half bad for an amateur.”

Sirius’ eyebrows shot up.  “That’s bloody fantastic.  Should have him come do mine, sometime.  I used to get mine done weekly but the shop’s been keeping me nearly every day.”

“That is a tragedy,” Lily said, meeting their eyes with purpose.  She saw Sirius’ cheeks darken just a shade, with a blush.  “You’re gorgeous, you should be out there inflicting your beauty on the world and unsuspecting manicurists.”

Sirius laughed quietly as they slipped her foot into the boot, and did up the zip on the side.  They tightened the laces, then gave her leg a pat.  “Fits beautifully.  Almost as beautiful as you.  I would kill for your hair, you know.”  Boldly, they reached for a strand of her red locks and ran their fingers through it.

Lily swore her heart was going to beat out of her chest.  “It would be a crime against nature to change yours.”

Sirius licked their lips, then shook their head.  “Does your boyfriend know you come in here and flirt with shopkeeps?”

Lily shrugged as she stood up, testing the boot which fit like it was made for her.  “He does.  He’d be in here flirting himself if he wasn’t such a bloody coward.”

Sirius lifted a brow.  “Oh?”

“You’ve met him.  Unfortunately.  Came in, bought me a pair of flats before making a complete arse of himself, blurting out I love you, then running for it.  Without the shoes, might I add.”

Sirius stared, then threw their head back and laughed.  “Oh my god, the adorable Tamil bloke with the cute accent and the tongue ring?”

Lily giggled.  “Yeah.  That’s him.”

“I was wondering…”  Sirius trailed off, shaking their head.  “We were chatting cos my mum’s Punjabi.  I was telling him about the first time she took me to a cremation when I was three, and suddenly he just stares at me, says, ‘I think I love you.’  Then runs for it.”

“He’s got the emotional range of a teaspoon, I swear,” Lily said, shaking her head morosely.  “But he’s a really good guy.  And he actually really liked you.”

Sirius led Lily up to the counter with the boots, and just before taking her card, they reached behind the counter and pulled out a small box with a bow on it.  “I was sort of hoping he might come back.  So I saved these.  Now that I know they’re for you, gorgeous, how can I not give them back?”

Lily closed her fingers on the top of the box.  “If I asked for your number…”

“Been yours since the moment you walked in,” they said, and reached out, brushing the backs of their knuckles across her cheek.

Lily flushed.  “Thank.  God.”

Six Months Later

Lily rushed through the door of the flat, bypassed James entirely, and threw herself into Sirius’ waiting arms.  She feathered kisses along their cheeks and mouth, squealing as she did so.  “Tell me you’re not taking the piss.  Tell me you got them.”

Sirius pointed a polished finger at the sofa where a large box sat.  “Coat and shoes.  Only the best for my gorgeous blossom.”

The noise she made was inhuman as she tore into the wrappings.  James rolled his eyes, coming over to wind an arm round Sirius’ waist, hitching them closer and kissing just under their ear.  “You spoil her.”

Sirius rolled their eyes.  “So do you.  And you love it.”

James hummed, grinning as he watched Lily kick off her flats and struggle into the boots he didn’t want to know the cost of.  The coat completed the outfit, and she spun.

“How do I look?”

“Like a goddess,” Sirius replied.

“Our goddess,” James clarified.  He grinned as she came over and kissed them both soundly.

“I love you.”

“We know,” Sirius said, even as James replied, “Happy Birthday, darling.”