#oh james

post Second Wizarding War AU - wolfstar adopting children AU - go here for the rest of the series

"Come on, stop that, what if we get caught?" Anwell whispered as he followed his sister up the stairs of Gryffindor Tower in the late afternoon.

"You really are no fun," Estelle scoffed. "You're Head Boy and in your last year, what are they going to do to you? Besides, it's the boys' dorm, I'm the one who shouldn't be here."

"As if you haven't been caught multiple times in the boys' section," Anwell rolled his eyes, memories of every chaotic moment his sister had brought with her since she started at Hogwarts the year before rolling back.

"That's because division by sex is just dumb," Estelle shot back, finally stopping in front of a door. "So, two of the boys are in the Library, one's on a date and the other one at Potions Club. We should be alright for an hour at least."

"I don't know what you expect to find here," Anwell said as she pushed the door open. "Do you know how many other people have lived in this room after Dad and Papa left Hogwarts? It's been decades."

"You underestimate the Marauders," Estelle started looking around the dorm room, closely inspecting doors and four-poster beds, moving around the very evident clues four teenage boys were living in there, "they surely left some trace of them in the place they lived in for seven years."

Anwell just sighed and moved towards the window. Sometimes he thought his sister was way too obsessed with their dads' friend group from when they were young. Of course, like for him those had been important years for them, especially since both his dads had come out and fallen in love with eachother during those. Still, he didn't really get the obsession of looking for what four teenagers had left behind, especially given the fact one of them had lived only four years more and another had been the cause of his death, of their Papa's 12-year long imprisonment and of their Dad's solitude and survivor's guilt. Still, he snorted when his eye caught a long series of carvings into the column of the closest bed.

"Look here," he called.

Estelle ran to his side and burst out laughing.

"Told you we'd still find something! Godric, Uncle Harry's father really was obsessed with his mum!"

The setting sun hit a very long series of EVANS EVANS EVANS, a long series of LILY, some LILY EVANS, I LOVE LILY EVANS and even a couple of MR JAMES EVANS.

"Look what I found," Estelle said, moving towards the bed closest to the bathroom door and ending up climbing on it to Anwell's horror.

But then she pointed at a carving right by the pillows and he couldn't help but smile fondly.

S.O.B. LOVES R.J.L.

"And here too!"

She moved to the bed closest to the door, where one of the wooden columns still had the initials S+R circled by a heart on it.

"You were right to come look, it's so romantic it's still here," he admitted, thinking of their fathers probably sitting down in their living room at the moment, reading books, drinking tea and holding hands whenever they didn't need them to turn a page or take a sip.

"There's also this!"

He followed his sister to the desk by another window, a lot of etchings in its surface. And there, right in the centre, in capital letters: THE MARAUDERS LIVED HERE.

"They never told us who came up with the name, did they?" Anwell asked, passing a hand on the decades old letters. "Or the nicknames?"

"No, but I have an inkling it might have been uncle Harry's father. Look at the other side of his bed."

And there, on every wooden surface available, there was a string of MARAUDERS, MARAUDERS FOREVER, MARAUDERS AGAINST THE WORLD, MOONY WORMTAIL PADFOOT & PRONGS.

"He really loved all his friends," Anwell murmured.

"Put all of them before himself too," Estelle sighed.

A silence passed, heavy with the memory of someone they had never met, with the remembrance of another era when their fathers were happy and carefree and the war hadn't broken the Marauders yet.

"Marauders forever," Estelle whispered, passing a finger on the etchings.

"Marauders against the world," Anwell couldn't stop himself from adding.

@jegulus-microfic October 17, Word count 260

This was the moment that they had been building to ever since that first stolen kiss. 

“Please don’t go,” James begged him. “Please, Reg. Please,” Regulus swallowed. He’d prepared for this, and he’d thought James had as well. 

“James, you knew this was coming,” He said gently, scratching his left forearm over his jumper. James sniffled. 

“I know, but I thought we’d have more time. Please, you don’t have to go, we can figure something out. Maybe my parents can…” James tried to negotiate with him. 

“No, James, this has been the plan since before I even started school. 

“Please,” Tears dripped down James’s face. Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“For crying out loud, James, I’m only going to Edinburgh for Uni. It’s not the end of the world. You’ll visit constantly, and I’ll be at yours over the holidays and the entire summer. We’re hardly going to be apart, plus we have the rest of our lives together,” Regulus squirmed uncomfortably once he’d finished talking and pulled his new jumper off. The wool was itching his skin terribly. 

“I still don’t want you to go,” James mumbled unhappily. 

“I know, love,” Regulus said, cupping his boyfriend's face and pressing their lips together.

“Lord, you two are ridiculous!” Sirius scoffed from his place on Remus’s lap. “Why don’t you just apply to Edinburgh and finish off your degree there?”

“Oh, that could work,” James said, looking to Regulus for his opinion. 

“It’s worth a shot,” Regulus replied, feeling lighter. 

“This is an old Welsh drinking song called Design for Life, hope you like it.”

Ice skating AU, part 9!!

August 11th - words: 696

First part Previous part

Once again, the store was almost empty. It was like this during the day - most people at work or simply wouldn’t waste their time in a bookstore. In Regulus’ opinion, it’s amazing way to spend your day, but according to his friends he’s a bit sad.

It’s not sad, leave him alone.

He likes the store like this, quiet. It finally gave him some time to sit and stew alone with his thoughts. On reflection, that necessarily isn’t a good thing. Once he gets lost in his thoughts, that’s when he starts spiralling, and when he starts spiralling - he literally crashes like a glitchy video game.

“Excuse me?” A sweet familiar voice came from behind him as he turned his head to face James. “What’s this book about?” He held up a paperback copy that Regulus couldn’t quite make out. Squinting his eyes, he snorted when he saw the title.

“Hi James.” Regulus took the book from James’ hands and pointed at the front cover as he crossed his arms. “That’s the bible.”

“Wait really?” He gaped, snatching the book back as their hands touched - it was only a second, shorter than anything really. It was rather pathetic how that one action made Regulus bite back a smile. “I just picked up a random one, I mean well I- oh it actually is. Shit.”

Regulus only started at him while he skipped over his words, a small smirk tucked away in the sweet corners of his lips. “Why did you just pick up a random book?” He queried.

A blank stare along with a hand running through his dark hair, it looked so messy - Regulus wanted to brush his hands through it and weave it through his fingers while he felt the softness at his touch.

“Do you want a re do?” Regulus laughed, failing to hide the smirk that was now present on his face.

James swiftly nodded and slotted the book back onto the shelf. “Uh-uh, yeah.” He snorted bit his bottom lip as his face blossomed into a smile that Regulus could drink up and survive on for the rest of his life.

“Hi, have you got any book recommendations?”

Again, failing to keep a straight face, Regulus looked down at the floor and brushed a black curl behind his ear with a chuckle and looked back at the man in front of him. “I do, what type of things do you like?” He started to walk away from the shelf he was leant on - they were in the cookings section and Regulus doubts that James is here for a cook book. James stayed in tow, following him around as he thought about the question for a moment.

“What do you like?” James asked after a minute.

“Huh?”

“Like- what are your favourites?”

He let out a shocked breath. “Oh, literally so many- uh,”

“I have time.” James spoke with an innocent smile, as if they didn’t turn Regulus into a pathetic puddle on the floor - flushed cheeks and a heart beating so far out of his chest he wouldn’t be surprised if James could hear it.

“Alright.” He shrugged, hopefully looking nonchalant, but in his current state he’s not so sure. “So there’s…”

And that’s how they spent the next hour, talking about books and rifling through the shelves to find ones that he thinks James will love. Normally, people got bored after five minutes of Regulus talking about his interests, but James was the complete opposite. He followed around and seemed to absolutely absorbed in everything Regulus had to say, even offering Regulus more time to go on when he cut himself off.

He knew he could ramble quite a bit when he got into a conversation that he was actually enjoying for once, in most situations he just stops talking and apologies. But not with James, he only frowned and pushed him to carry on talking.

Oh god it is not fair of him to make Regulus feel like this, he wanted to scream, cry, smile, laugh and scream again all at the same time. If he keeps this shit up Regulus doesn’t know how he’s supposed to survive.