… I have a new fic I’m writing called Camp Hogwarts so maybe check it out if you want 🙈

The Last Time

ssatorudefenderr

on ao3!! Sry link wasn’t working

That’s all good, here’s the link for any prongstail enjoyers!!!

Title: the one where they go on a date Creator(s): wearegods Link: ao3 Square filled: ch. 1 dorcas meadowes, ch. 2 sharing food, ch. 4 social anxiety Rating: T for Teen Warnings: n/a Major tags: modern au, confident remus, pining sirius, texting Summary: Remus thinks Sirius is playing him. Dorcas thinks Remus is an idiot. The boys go out to dinner and everyone is pining in their own special way. Word count: 10k

“So you are just taking me on a date to let me down easy,” Sirius said in between bites. Remus snatched his cone back, and Sirius lingered after it like a kid lusting after a PlayStation remote. “This isn’t a date.” “French restaurant. Gelato.” “You’re just listing nouns,” Remus said.

Alright, here’s the deal. For some reason, I can’t find the prompt list again, I’m so sorry! So if you’ll forgive me, here’s the answer i wrote to prompt #10 (which was also prompted to me by the lovely @sweeethinny) and shoutout to @cellularphoneexplosion for inspiring me to write a ouid fic.

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Also, it’s midnight (11:55) and I’m baked, happy 4/20 y’all!

(cw: drug mention)

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“What’s it called again?”

“Mary Wants Ya,” Sirius said confidently.  

“Marijuana,” Remus corrected, “it’s from a plant. You put it in a pipe or roll it up like a cigarette, then you smoke.”

“How strong can it be if a muggle drug?” Peter said as he eyed the small bag in Remus’ hand, “Maybe it’s like how muggle alcohol is less strong for wizards.”

“Only one way to find out!” James said cheerily. He held his hand out confidently to Remus, who obliged. James removed one of the small, white joints from the bag and lifted it to his nose. “It smells weird.”

“Weird how?” Peter asked with an enthusiastic squeal.

“Like spices,” James frowned as he smelled the plant, “and skunks.”

James lifted the joint to his lips and lit it with the end of his wand. He sucked in a breath of air, held it for a few seconds, then let it out. The boys watched in fascination as the cloud swirled up towards the ceiling.

“Blimey,” Sirius whispered, watching the cloud dissipate, “how do you feel?”

“I don’t feel anything,” James shrugged, “it must not work on me.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Give it a few minutes. Alright, Padfoot, you next.”

Sirius accepted the joint as if it were the Sword of Gryffindor. He took his turn slowly, savoring the smoke in his lungs for several seconds before letting out a long exhale. This impressive display was proceeded by a long, wet coughing fit.

“C-C-hrist, Remus,” Sirius gasped between coughs, “are you trying to kill us?”

“No!” Remus insisted as he tried not to laugh too hard at Sirius’ state, “No, trust me, you’ll feel it more after you’ve coughed a bit.”

“Maybe I should have coughed,” James said grumpily, “I don’t feel anything. It must not work on me.”

“My turn!” Peter cried. He held his hand out for the joint.

“Not so fast,” Remus scolded. He took the joint from Sirius’ outstretched hand, “It’s circle etiquette. No skips allowed.”

Remus brought the joint to his lips, took in a long, deep breath, then exhaled his cloud of smoke in one fluid motion. He coughed once, then grinned up at his friends. “I should have mentioned, this isn’t my first time.”

“Blimey, Moony,” Sirius said, his voice hoarse, “you make that look downright sexy.”

To his horror, Remus could feel a blush creeping up his neck. “Right,” he squeaked as he held the joint out to Peter, “your turn.”

Peter managed somehow to have an even worse coughing fit than Sirius. James, who insisted that he didn’t feel anything and that the drug didn’t work on him, did his best to cough as well on his next turn to try and feel the effects more intensely.

A few minutes later found the boys still in their circle, perhaps a little more slumped in their postures than before. Sirius was staring dreamily out the dormitory window, Remus slumped against Peter’s legs, and James stubbed the halfway-finished joint out into the ashtray on his lap.

“This is bollocks,” James muttered slowly, his eyes unfocused, “I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”

“Prongs, if you say that one more time, I’m going to chuck that pair of socks of Evans’ that you stole in third year out the window,” Sirius said lazily.

James sat bolt upright. “I knew you’d been sneaking in my trunk!”

“Oi,” Peter called from his spot on the floor. He pointed to three dots on the open map that sat between them. The dots were moving with impressive speed. “we’ve got company.”

The door to the dormitory burst open before the boys had even a hope of covering up the incriminating scene. There stood three eager-looking girls.

“Remus,” Dorcas called from the doorway, “don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Remus’ eyes dashed between each of the three girls. “Erm, forgotten what?”

“That you said you’ve got grass,” Lily said as she stared at the joint that still sat on the ashtray in James’ lap, “alright, Potter?”

“My eyes are up here, Evans,” James deadpanned.

Lily smirked, “Whatever.” she, Mary, and Dorcas filed into the room and took their places in the circle. Lily chose the open spot next to James, plucked the joint from his’ lap, and lit it with the end of her wand.

“Two prefects in one go,” Mary called at Lily as she inhaled, “my my, such rule-breaking.” Lily did not reply but gave Mary the finger as she held in her breath.

“What were you saying about James’ socks, Moony?” Sirius grinned from across the circle.

“Shut it, dog breath,” James snapped as he chucked a pillow at Sirius’ head.

The group continued to pass the joint around the circle until it burned out completely. They sat in silence for a few moments, all leaning against one another or gazing silently in the same directions. Tangled together in hazy unison. At last, Remus spoke.  

“Dorcas, how did you even know that I had it?”

Dorcas snorted. “You told me in History of Magic, dolt. Don’t you remember?”

Remus frowned. “No, I don’t.”

“You ought to be careful, Moony,” Sirius said in a sing-song voice, “they say this stuff will rot your brain and kill your memory,”

“That’s bollocks,” Lily said with a wave of her hand, “nothing wrong with getting a little stoned. Well, unless you do too much at once, that’s no fun.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” James scoffed, “Do too much? How can you do too much? Honestly, I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”

Lily patted him gingerly on the shoulder. “I think that’s enough for you, now.”

“Mmm,” James hummed. He closed his eyes, then leaned sleepily down to rest his head on Lily’s outstretched leg. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and his breathing became slow and rhythmic. He had, miraculously, fallen fast asleep.

The whole circle burst into silent snickers.

“What a lightweight,” Mary hissed from between her fingers as she tried to stifle her giggles.

“Shh,” Lily whispered as she flapped her hand at her laughing friends, trying in vain to keep them quiet, “you’ll wake him.”

“Who would have thought,” Sirius hiccuped as he winked at Lily, “you like him sleeping on you, don’t you Evans?”

Lily stuck her tongue in his direction. “Shut it, you.”

Written for The House Cup Competition - Standard. For this challenge, we were given a list of pairings to choose from and write a story. This is very much out of the wheelhouse of anything I write, so I wasn't going to post it here, but I figure I haven't posted anything lately, and y'all have been leaving my prompt/ask box empty so...

This is a [negative pairing] story about Remus Lupin and Marlene McKinnon. It was so hard to write Remus negatively because I love him. There's not much I know about Marlene, so it was kind of fun to play around with her character! There's a wee bit of Jily thrown into the mix, so I hope y'all give this a chance! It's quite angsty, but I enjoyed writing the Marauders era!

Bad Blood

“Hey, Remus,” Marlene McKinnon called from the other end of the corridor.

Remus cringed as he pretended not to hear her. His feet kept moving swiftly as he made his way to the library where he was supposed to tutor some younger Gryffindors before dinner. Unfortunately, Marlene didn’t give up and leave him alone. 

“Didn’t you hear me calling?” Marlene asked as she sidled up next to him.

“Oh, hi Marlene. I didn’t, no,” he said curtly.

“Are you headed to the library?” she asked. Merlin, couldn’t she take a hint?

“Yes, I’m due to tutor a group of third years, and I’m running late. So if you don’t—”

“I’m heading there, too!” Marlene said quickly, cutting him off. “We can walk together,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Er…” 

Remus always had a hard time saying no. He was the voice of reason with his inner circle of friends, always trying to see the good in people. With Marlene, though, she was getting to be a bit much.

Dismissing his hesitation, Marlene pushed on with her chatty nature. “So, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Haven’t decided,” Remus responded shortly.

Marauder Ink 2: Black and Grey - Chapter 8

Then James was shouting and Lily was talking too, high and fast with no one answering but she kept talking and Sirius couldn’t quite hear what she was saying over the rushing of blood in his ears, and James was still trying to pull on Sirius’ arm but he shrugged it off every single time to punch Greyback in the nose and watch his blood run down over his mouth where he was still fucking laughing. And then Sirius was bleeding too, his head was spinning and pounding and there was blood in his mouth and Greyback’s fist to his jaw but Greyback was still laughing and grinning, like it was all one big fucking game and Remus’ whole life was one big game to him.

Sirius and Remus at a Christmas party...(almost).

Sirius would be lying to himself if he said Remus wasn’t the very first thing he saw when he walked in to James and Lily’s apartment. Peter started commenting on the lights and the tree in the corner. Sirius faintly heard Lily’s reply, but he was already scanning the room for sandy blonde hair, for hazel eyes and pinkish scars. He found those eyes almost as quickly as they found him. Remus was standing across the room. He was talking to a slightly shorter boy whose back was towards Sirius. He was dark haired and sported a rather worn out jacket. Sirius glanced down at his own leather one. Remus stopped mid-sentence when his eyes found Sirius’, making his companion wave a hand in front of his face. The gesture caused Remus to flinch in surprise, and Sirius felt his hands form fists at his sides, annoyed by the stranger.

“Sirius.” Lily touched his shoulder, “Sirius.”

He blinked, looking down at her, “Sorry.”

Lily shook her head, eyes worried as she looked behind her at where James was drawing Peter into a conversation with Marlene and Alice. She took his arm, looping their elbows together, and pulled him away towards the quieter drink table.

“Lils, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Lily nodded, “Yes. Yeah, fine, I…” She worried her lip, tugging at a light up Christmas necklace around her neck.

Sirius studied her face, “Is… James…?”

“No. No, it isn’t us. Sirius…” She let out another long breath, “Sirius…”

Sirius let out a breathy laugh, not sure what else to do, “Lils, I’m not really sure—“

“He’s here with someone.”

The shorter boy in the leather jacket. Snapping his fingers in Remus’ face.

Remus’ eyes meeting his. A split second of contact for the first time in months.

Sirius tried to compose his expression, but it was already falling.

He swallowed, again, a third time, trying to rid his mouth of the cotton that had replaced his tongue. He cleared his throat, “Right. Is he now. Right.” His throat felt raw as he sucked in air, his chest ached, “Right. Okay.”

Lily pressed a hand to his arm, eyes sad, “I didn’t want—I wanted to be careful about how you found out, just in case it was… Fuck, Sirius, I’m…”

“No, I’m fine.” Sirius nodded too willingly at her, swallowing thickly again and shaking his head, “I’m fine, really. Thanks for…” He trailed off and Lily nodded in understanding. He gave her hand a slight squeeze, “We should, y’know.” He jerked his head towards the room, “People will think somethings up.”

“Right.” Sirius caught the waver in Lily’s voice, “Yeah, okay. Do you want a drink?” She reached for a bottle and, suddenly, Sirius choked. He couldn’t imagine standing there, right now, drinking some Christmas punch while Remus was two feet away, standing beside some fuck with no idea how lucky he was. Sirius put out a hand to stop her.

“No. No, thanks.” He pressed his lips together, shoving his hands into his pockets and dropped his eyes to his shoes, “Lils, I think I actually might just…”

“Oh, Sirius, no… No, please don’t leave. I didn’t want this to—“ She cursed under her breath, leaning her hip against the table, “Well. I mean, I can’t say I don’t understand.”

Sirius nodded, not quite able to meet her eye. Whether it was guilt for leaving, or the fact that there was an ever building sting behind them he didn’t know.

Lily picked up the bottle anyway, pouring some more red wine into her glass, “Would it help if I told you, in all truth, that he’s a right arse.”

Sirius couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, watery or not. He shook his head, feeling it in his chest, the tears, “Not really. Lils, I really should…”

Lily bit her lip, “Right. Okay. I’ll walk away and you can just…” He nodded, finally meeting her eye. Lily sighed, “We love you, Sirius, okay? Come back tomorrow?”

Sirius nodded.

“Or the next day.”

Sirius sent her a soft smile, and she pressed her hand into his one more time before turning and walking to James who instantly wrapped her into his side without breaking the story he was telling. Sirius took a breath. He forced himself not to look in Remus’ direction. He didn’t want to see, he didn’t want that image any more burned into his mind than it already was. Instead, he turned on his heel, and he went, shutting the door, the party, the music, Remus, out behind him.

He walked down the stairs, carefully avoiding the piles of slush, and out onto the street. He walked through the snow, and he could hear the party, muted through the walls and windows.

Lily Evans finding out she’s pregnant during the war

Lily stared down at her hands. She couldn’t believe it.

All those appointments, all those tests, all a complete lie, apparently.

She was pregnant. There, clear as day, on both the muggle test and the wizard one; positive.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes, her hand coming up to press over her mouth in shock. This day was one she never thought she’d meet; in fact, many years ago she came to terms with the fact that she’d never be able to have a child.