Breaking The Ice - Marauders Au

my name is leo, and this is a collection of my microfics - in non-chronological order - all set in a marauders muggle au at an ice rink

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier all play on the ice hockey team. Peter is centre, Sirius and James are left and right wings, Barty and Evan are defense. Remus Lupin is in goal, having recently filled the vacancy when (James' ex and Remus' best friend) Lily Evans recommended that he gave it a go.

Remus is very intimidated by the team captain Sirius, who has as much energy as James, but channels it with a lot more purpose, and Remus can’t figure out his motives. he’s also a tad intimidated by the two defenders who seem to spend more time flirting than actually blocking the goal.

at the same ice rink, they also have figure skaters. while the hockey team are struggling underdogs who go on the rise with the new goalie addition, their figure skaters are renowned and legendary. their names are Regulus Black and Pandora Rosier.

Regulus, Pandora, Mary and Peter all figure skate (Regulus and Pandora professionally). Lily, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas and James all speedskate (the first four professionally). everyone at the rink is trained by skating coach Minerva "Minnie" McGonagall.

and a lot is about to go down.

ships are: rosekiller, sunseeker, wolfstar, dorlene and pandalily trans reg, mentions of depression and negative mental health, abusive relationships i'm a minor, so no hate please

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When James got a message from Remus telling him to let Sirius know that Regulus Black was staying over at a girl’s house, he was a little curious about who this girl was. That was the only reason he started to watch figure skating, he told himself. Sometimes the beautiful boy danced on his own, always sad and heart-wrenching movements, calculating but melancholy. Other times, they danced in couples, and the boy danced with a blonde girl that he later learned was Pandora Rosier - as in Evan’s twin sister.

Pandora was pretty, gentle, interesting, and their paired dances were always exciting, like trying something new. They fit into each other’s arms perfectly, matched each other’s step. James began to ask about it; Sirius laughed, Remus raised an eyebrow, and Peter didn’t understand, and just talked about figure skating, because he danced too, just not on the same level. Barty mocked James for having a crush on Evan’s twin sister.

The hockey goals were still out from the boys’ practice, and Marlene leant against one as she attempted to catch her breath. Her strategy was always to try and lap early, but sprints were never easy, and always left her feeling as though the air had been punched out of her chest. Across the rink from her, Dorcas finished her laps and then began to skate over.

The shorter girl reached up and began to pull off her helmet – her black hair braided tightly beneath the green and red plastic – just as she reached the goal crease. She didn’t rush over, but glided smoothly, somehow making the long, unwieldy skates seem elegant. Dorcas’ cheekbones were contoured with a slight blush, the only clue to the exertion of her training. Marlene could never quite fathom her partner’s stamina.

It occurred to James that it must have been snowing outside because Regulus’ raven black curls were dusted with a light shower of snow. He vaguely recalled Sirius complaining that his brother was permanently cold but always refused to wear extra layers. James also remembered a week ago wrapping his arms around the younger boy as he shivered, before draping his jacket around Regulus’ shoulders. There was a perfectly normal and platonic explanation for these random recollections. James chose to ignore it.

As Regulus swept onto the rink (thankfully in warmer clothes as opposed to his typical leotard), James was stunned to a halt. A puck could have come flying out of nowhere towards his head, and he would have stood still. Frozen, but grinning like a lunatic – and maybe he was. Maybe he was counting his Christmas blessings that he had been lucky enough to be loved by this boy. Because just then the angel in front of him met his eyeline, and the edges of his lips quirked upwards ever so slightly, in the quietest, gentlest, prettiest smile the hockey player had ever seen. It wasn’t big or fancy, but it felt like the most incomprehensible victory that for once James didn’t have to tease it out of him. That Regulus didn’t feel the need to fight it. That it took no coaxing or pestering for the figure skater to grace James with a candle of a grin.

And although it was the tiniest motion, a glimmer of light, it truly lit up the boy’s face.

In another universe, James Potter was still pining after Lily Evans, not realising that that kind of love was not theirs, not knowing that they could never find a romance that lasted. In another, he did not stop denying his feelings until Regulus Black had slipped away, slipped under, drowned in expectations, and James was as lost in his grief as Regulus was in life. But in this one, the stars and the sun and the moon aligned just so that Potter and Black could find each other before it was too late. And while one star tossed a half-finished Christmas note into a blazing fireplace as his moon gazed heavenward, another star let himself dream for the first time, hope for the first time, wish for the first time.

When James kissed Regulus on the ice rink, it was like scoring his first goal. The surprise, the elation, the shock. The exhilaration made him feel like he was in orbit.

Evan did this a lot. Ignored him. They fell out a lot, as best friends did. But it always made Barty feel so small, so insignificant. Evan Rosier was a rose. Beautiful, timeless, elegant. His cornrows were pale and his eyes a shocking baby blue, but his blood was startlingly red. Burning, bright, like flower petals. Once Evan blocked a puck that was headed for Barty’s chest, and his finger bled. His blood was just so shining and bright.

But roses had thorns. Barty felt one now, digging deep into his chest, twisting with every nonchalant glance Evan threw in his direction. Maybe he was the one that was bleeding. It hurt so much, so bad. If Evan wanted to break up, he could have said so. He didn’t need to move away to the other side of the pitch, as far away as possible. And no explanation either. Evan hadn’t said a word to him all day. Just furtive stares.

Remus sat on the windowsill of the changing room, muscles aching from the hours of extra practice, staring out at the moon. In reality, he was much too tall for this perch, far too gangly and lanky, but he’d sat here almost every evening since he'd transferred here. Since he'd joined the team. He liked to watch the moon wax and wane, disappearing but always coming back.

Now, though, his eyes flicked across the velvet black sky, scanning for the big dog. There it was, the star he sought, twinkling down at him from Canis Major, like that obnoxiously flashy grin.