Drabble - Sirius escapes Azkaban at the start of SS/PS and swims to the shack where Harry and the Dursleys are staying.

Just a small exercise I used as a writing warm-up :)

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Harry had never received a letter in his life.

This was, to Uncle Vernon, the natural order of things. The post came each day, except on Sundays, of course, and over the years, they received plenty of bills, birthday cards for Dudley, and letters from Aunt Marge, but never a single envelope addressed to Harry.

To say that Uncle Vernon was upset that one finally did come to Harry at number four might have been putting it rather mildly, for in his compounding fury, Uncle Vernon had gone to extremes to find a place to which letters were undeliverable. The fury that Harry Potter had received one letter drove Uncle Vernon to hasten them out of Little Whinging and into the car where they spent several days hunting for a hiding place that would restore the natural order of the universe.

Perhaps they had finally found it. The shack was perched atop a small island just off the coast. The Dursleys and Harry had come by boat, braving the freezing waves to land upon the rocks. As Aunt Petunia urged Dudley into the dilapidated shack, Harry halted at the edge of the island, staring off into the distance where mist shrouded the horizon line.

And then Sirius and Harry lived happily ever after.....said no one ever!

Especially not fanfic writers....who love to put them in difficult heart wrenching situations...

But we LOVE that!!!

"REMUS– bloody buggering fuck!"

James scrambles for the towel, a panicked squeak slipping from his lips. A loud sound echoes through the bathroom when Lily slaps her hand over her eyes and turns her head away, and James feels red hot heat crawl into his cheeks as he wraps the fluffy white cloth around his waist.

"Evans," he hisses, "what are you doing here?"

Lily makes a high pitched sound that seems like she's embarrassed, but her signature firetruck blush is missing. "Why are you naked?"

James gapes at her.

"Do you think I bathe fully clothed?" he asks incredulously.

frown a @jilymicrofics

The greenhouses are teeming with life: plants now overgrown and bathing in sunlight, bugs and beetles crawling about on every leaf or stem or petal, and students all anxious to shed their robes in enjoyment of the warm June afternoon.

James navigates his way through this unusual crowd; despite his height, he weaves easily through the groups of students, taking in their laughter and jokes, a warmth as easy to bask in as the overhead sun. It is courtesy of a folded piece of parchment located in his pocket that he can easily find who he seeks. Otherwise, he would have had to duck in and out of several greenhouses first.

His stomach coils at the sight of her, the familiar sight of his girlfriend hunched over a table, frown clearly visible as she shuffles through parchment. He half considers leaning against the nearest wall, creating a game where he sees just how long it will take Lily to notice that he’s arrived. Before he can decide whether or not to do so, she clears her throat.

“Yes, James?”

He grins, moving forward as if gravity itself is tugging him toward her, he the tides and she the glowing moon. “Thought I’d find you here.”

Lily can’t stop her mouth from twitching. “Funny, that, seeing as I told you I’d be here.”

James comes to rest next to her, but then can’t help but reach out, nudging her shoulder with his side. “Yes, but that was hours ago. I figured you’d be done by now.”

“Got distracted.”

“Get undistracted.”

“Hmm.”

“Okay. Be distracted in a different way now.”

She looks up, finally meeting his eye, and not for the first time (and certainly not the last) does he marvel at the beauty of that green, a startling bright emerald amongst the plants behind her. “A different way? Like by you?”

He grins, slipping his fingers through the loose strands of hair by her ear. “Of course not. I am not distracting in the least.”

She laughs and he returns it in earnest as she stands, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Aren’t you?”

“No.”

Lily’s laughter softens, in its place a searching gaze, the kind he thinks could see straight through him and into his soul if she wished. “Liar,” she whispers, a tease as much as an accusation, and his only reply is the wordless press of his lips to hers.

“You are a distraction,” she will tell him later, when he forgets all about his insistence otherwise, when his guard is down in the complete contentedness of being together, “and the best kind, too.”

For @wolfstarbingo2022 filling my square for “cold shoulder” (Another one??)

A 500 word drabble of domestic fluff featuring a tired Remus and a cold-nosed Padfoot.  Read on Ao3 here or below the cut

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(this was a prompt sent via discord and is really and truly, and i mean this very seriously, hot fucking garbage. a wolfstar meet...cute via butts and wrong text messages)

We're back at the hospital because James lit his butthole on fire again.

Oh. Shit. Sorry

It's a long story

I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room while my friend gets his butt bandaged. I have endless time.

Drabble

For @impishtubist​

“You could not be more wrong,” Sirius stated, scowling at his boyfriend.

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. The fight had gone on for too long, and he was fed up.

Sirius threw himself on the sofa, as James and Peter came into the room.

“What’s wrong?!” James asked, seeing Sirius’s expression alongside the unsettling sight of a werewolf getting a migraine.

“I only asked how long a short story was. Remus thinks it’s 100 words!” Sirius exclaimed, “But it’s under 1000.”

Peter looked thoughtful, and said “I thought it was upto 19,000,” before being hit with cushions.

Love 😈

Fault Lines part 1

@impishtubist (i.e. Best Prompt Creator) threw into the void the world in which Wolfstar separated after Lily/James died and I leaned in. Give me drama, give me exhaustion, give me the struggles of co-parenting because love isn't enough to keep two people together. I'm going to be splitting this up into installments (she says instead of saying chapters because this is still a drabble and not a full length fic. ) to avoid making you all suffer through a wordy-lengthy-ass post on tumblr. (all parts will be posted under the tag Fault Lines)

Because what was supposed to be date night had turned into the first night Sirius could hear it.

The ground rumbling beneath his feet.

The flash of lightning, striking the same place twice.

Their hearts fracturing along identical fault lines for the millionth time.

(about 2k)

pieces of moment

#8: Nice to Meet You

She doesn't remember him, he thinks, when she greets him like a stranger. She welcomes him to the safe house in front of their friends, and they wince, because his own wife doesn't bloody remember him.

"Lily Evans." She holds out a hand to shake. "I don't think we've met?"

Her outstretched palm, her maiden name – it tears at his composure. With one curse to the head, Mulciber has blotted him from her mind forever.

"I'm James," he says, voice thick with hurt. I'm your idiot husband, remember? he wants to add. Instead, he murmurs, "Nice to meet you, Lily."

Little Silver Dog

Little Christmassy drabble 😊🎄 Happy Christmas if you celebrate!

‘No!’ Sirius shouted, slamming his hand on the table, ‘You can’t. You wouldn’t fucking dare!’

‘As if you scare me!’ James shouted back, getting to his feet and advancing on Sirius, a murderous look in his eyes.

Sirius stood too, both men puffing out their chests as they stood almost pressed together, nose to nose.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do,’ James spoke, voice low and menacing, ‘Not anymore. You gave up that right.’

Sirius took a step back, face paling, ‘James.’

‘I mean it Sirius. You can either sit back down and play nice, or you can leave.’

Sirius took a deep breath and pressed a palm hand against the bridge of his nose, ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I- I’ll sit back down.’

‘Good,’ James said breathing hard, ‘Shall we continue?’ Sirius gave a curt nod and took a short swallow of his whiskey. ‘Right,’ James carried on, ‘As I was saying, that’ll be £10,000 please.’

‘Oh fuck this shit!’ Sirius almost screamed and turned to Remus, ‘Moony! Do something!’

‘I’m not choosing sides,’ Remus shrugged, swaying slightly in his chair, swigging directly from an almost empty bottle of wine, ‘This whole ordeal has been unbearable.’

‘Argh!’ Sirius stood and flipped the board, little green and red houses scattering in all directions.

‘My hotels!’ James shrieked, throwing himself across the table, scrabbling to collect as many as he could fit in one hand as Sirius began to throw handfuls of play money across the room, ‘No! You’re not the banker! You can’t touch the money! You didn’t want to be the banker!’

‘Well, as fun as this has been,’ Regulus said drolly as Sirius began to wave handfuls of money in James’ face and then shove them into his pants, James retaliating by throwing tiny, silver figurines at him, ‘I don’t think we should play monopoly again.’

Remus just nodded, his eyes closed as he twisted the lid off a second bottle of wine.

JILYCHALLENGE || v @fangirl2739

Written for the December @jilychallenge

“we're strangers waiting at the bus stop/apparition point when it’s snowing and hey you look cold, here share my scarf”

a hint of possibility

Lily turns to see a messy haired man fighting gallantly against the blizzard as he approaches the bus stop.

“Hi, um… you... I… I was in the pub; you forgot your scarf—” extending the red wool accessory in his hand.

She’s endeared by his nervousness, snowflakes caught on his glasses obscuring her view of his eyes.

“Oh, that’s not mine… did you just nick some poor old ladies’ scarf?”

A hand jumps to his neck, eyes darting back to the closed door “Shit, I—”

She laughs, a tinkling sound like sleigh bells, her head thrown back, bare neck exposed.

“I’m just fucking with you —” accepting the item in question, warm from his hold on it.

He laughs too, cheeks rose-tinted — from embarrassment, or the winter chill, or both.

“Thank you…?”

“James” extending his arm.

Sliding her hand into his, she feels a surge of electricity, “Lily”.

He removes his glasses with his free hand, hazel sparkles under the amber streetlamp. Relinquishing her hand, he buffs his glasses on the shirt beneath his coat, swiftly returning them to his face.

Lily’s breath catches as their eyes meet once more, as though he can see straight into her soul.

“You look cold, here… share my scarf”.

Even on her tiptoes, he needs to duck for her to reach around his neck, her touch grazing his skin eliciting a trail of goosebumps. It’s hardly long enough to reach down to her height and around her own neck, bringing them closer than two strangers would normally stand.

“Thank you” his voice low, audible only in her nearness.

She takes another step towards him, fully pressed against his chest, her hands between them holding both ends of the scarf, he doesn’t feel like a stranger, she feels like she’s known him forever, perhaps she will.

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The Old Shakespeare - chapter one

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Snow falls on the rooftops of rows upon rows of monochrome buildings, the monotony broken only by a singular, white-topped evergreen draped in long strands of blinking holiday lights. It sits crookedly, propped against the frosty window of a hole-in-the-wall pub. An off-kilter sign identifies it as the  Old Shakespeare.

Despite its bold claims, the pub doesn’t quite live up to its namesake.

The walls had once been painted some cheery color, though time has faded it, like everything else in this town, into gray dullness. The countertop, stacked high with cloudy glasses still sloshing with brown beer, sticks out like a sore thumb in an otherwise uninteresting space. Several round tables fill the rest of the cramped room, chairs strewn around haphazardly like the arrangement had been delegated to a five-year-old with a keen eye for chaos.

The door is pushed open with a loud thud . The chill of the biting winter air immediately settles around the shoulders of any nearby patrons like a particularly cold blanket.

The visitor is a particularly tall gentleman with a shocking mop of untidy black hair and a warmth — surrounding him like a cloud of buzzing bees — that brings out a certain degree of interest in those who catch sight.

He steps forward, brow furrowing as he takes in the humble establishment.

Lily sets down the threadbare rag, clutched in her hand a moment back and now tossed onto the table unceremoniously, her knuckles relaxing for the first time in what feels like hours. She smoothes down her skirt — black, pleated, too short for her comfort — and fixes the guest with what she hopes is a passable smile.

“Hi,” she says cheerily. “Can I help you?”

The man startles, eyes raking over the scene before him — a scratched-up table, a wet, gray rag, and a redheaded barmaid in a daring outfit — before offering her a polite smile.

When he smiles, Lily can make out the shine in his eyes — hazel — behind his glasses — rectangular and lopsided on the bridge of his nose. He touches the middle of the frames with the tip of his middle finger, pushing it upward.

The man opens his mouth to speak, and the odd fluttering in her navel passes quietly.

A Snow Angel

“What are you doing, Evans?”

The voice was both amused and annoying at the same time, more so annoying to the one being spoken to than the one doing the speaking. Opening her eyes, Lily squinted up at the irritation standing over her as she lay on her back in the snow, arms and legs spread. “What does it look like I’m doing, Potter?” She asked, arching an eyebrow as she began to move her arms and legs again, making the motions that would create the image of an angel in the snow once she got up.

She didn’t let him answer, figuring she probably didn’t want to hear whatever he could come up with. “I’m making a snow angel.” She informed, moving her arms and legs one more time for good measure before sitting up and attempting to climb out of the impression she had made without messing it up. “See?” She gestured down to the angel shape in the snow.

Cocking his head slightly, James studied the snow where she had been laying. “An angel. Huh. Of course, you made it.” He turned what he thought was a charming grin on her. “What else could it possibly be?” He moved to walk around the impression, eying it from every angle. “I like it.” He decided, stopping and grinning at her one more time.

“Of course. I made it.” Lily rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help a smirk in response. She enjoyed wintertime and fresh snow and snow angels and…even the presence of James Potter couldn’t take that joy away. “You’ve never made snow angels before?” She looked over at him as he raised his eyes back up to her. “Um, no. Never.” He was looking back down at the snow as if the question was one that he had never really thought about and wasn’t really considering now. That didn’t surprise her. She was discovering that a lot of the things she considered normal were not that at all in this crazy beautiful place that was the Wizarding world. While there was so much she was learning…there was a lot she could teach as well.

Stepping up to one side, she reached out to turn him so that he was facing her and before he could voice his surprise and question what she was doing, she shoved him hard so that he landed on his back in the snow with a light “oof!” He lay there for a moment, staring up at her with wide eyes, clearly trying to figure out what had just happened and what was on her mind. Then that infuriating smirk lifted the corners of his mouth and he spoke. “If you wanted me, Evans, all you had to do was ask.”

Rolling her eyes again, Lily moved to lay down on his other side in more of the untouched snow, turning her head to look at him. “I don’t want you. I want you to do something you haven’t done before.” She explained matter-of-factly.

“You’re something I haven’t done before.”

Sighing heavily, she turned her head to look up at the bright sky above them. “Potter…” Her tone was warning, and she didn’t have to look at him again to see the grin on his face. “Okay, okay. Something I haven’t done before. Right.”

“Snow angels.” She clarified, just in case his mind wasn’t following her intentions but lingering on his own despite her clear warning. “Like this.” She began to move her arms and legs through the snow as she had done when he had first arrived, demonstrating what he should do. After a moment that was so long that she thought he was going to refuse and just lay there to be annoying, he began mimicking her movements. “Good!” She couldn’t help the lightening of her tone and the smile that lit up her face as they finally both moved to climb to their feet, careful not to destroy what they had just made.

“Snow angels.” She gestured happily to their creations, face flushed, snow haphazardly stuck to her coat and hair, as she turned to look at him. Only to find him staring at her in a way that brought heat to her cold cheeks, making them even redder than they already had been. “What are you looking at?” It didn’t come out as much of a demand as she intended, more curiosity than anything, and she wasn’t even sure he was going to answer when he continued to just look at her.

“A snow angel.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m great, I swear.” 

And maybe it was the way James’ accent shifted, making a single syllable word into two; maybe it was the way he was looking at her and he was so close she could count every color in his hazel eyes behind glasses; maybe it was because they had been dating over a month and she was his girlfriend but they hadn’t even kissed yet. Because James Potter moved slow. Because James Potter waited. Maybe it was the spontaneous gesture of a date in the Heads Office on a Tuesday, the room decorated with paper snowflakes James made by hand, or all of Lily’s favorite sweets that were shared over conversation that had her cheeks hurting from laughing so much. Maybe it was his handsome face and the way his sweater pulled over shoulder muscles. Maybe it was the fairy lights behind his head and the wine he had got just for her, but she reached up to put her hand on the side of his face, for once thankful she was in heels, unable to stop herself from waiting any more. 

“Am I making you nervous?” she asked, noticing how James swallowed at her touch.

“Always.”

“That can’t be good.”

“It’s the best. Like just before a Quidditch game…or the night before Sirius’ birthday–” Lily laughed a little, “But…better. Because…you’re beautiful and brilliant…and I get nervous looking at you because I can see everything. I see a future and children and a stupid big house with extra bedrooms and a yard…” he said, smiling at her and Lily had to look away, though her hand was still on his face. She had gotten used to James Potter compliments that stole her breath and every functioning brain cell at once. The sentiments that were so intense Lily didn’t think there were words in the English language she could respond with. Her body usually gave her away. 

A flush on her face. 

Her other hand went to the center of James’ chest, his heartbeat racing under her palm.  

“You see all that when you look at me?”

“And…more…but I’ll keep those thoughts to myself for a bit,” he smiled down at her and the flush deepened. James kept looking at her, eyes scanning her face, her hair, her lips, her green sweater, down to the boots she had on her feet. 

“You wait for good things…”

“I do.”

“It’s been a month..”

“Five weeks. Who’s counting though? Certainly not me…”

“Do you not want to kiss me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Familiar words she had said almost a year ago trapped underneath enchanted mistletoe, James leaving her hot and bothered with a single kiss to her hand. She should’ve known then how hard she would fall. How easily she would be swept off her feet by a boy who loved to listen to her talk and opened doors for her and took time to plan dates outside of Hogsmeade. 

“I definitely do,” he said quickly, a slight tremble in his voice. 

“I really want you to,” she told him, “Because…I’m…a second away from seeing my future in you too and I really need that future to be full of good snogging. And some other things too but…for now snogging seems…important.” She leaned closer to him, tilting her head up as James bent his down, her hand moving to the back of his head. The messy curly hair she once hated, now entirely hers and crept into the back of her mind in the middle of Transfiguration and other inopportune times. 

She could feel James hand cautiously move to her waist, as she pulled him the rest of the way down to her, anything else that could’ve been said lost against their mouths as they met for the first time.

Slow. Gentle. Careful. Warm. 

Easy.

Lily was a package labeled handle with care on every surface and James and his rough Quidditch player hands and heart big enough to fit the whole world into was never going to drop her.

Soft. Sweet. Unbearably perfect. 

They pulled apart, the lights behind James head glowing brighter than before, the colors in the Heads Office suddenly made brand new. 

James smiled slowly, his hand still on her waist, Lily’s hand still on the back of his neck and in his hair, “…Will…that do for your future?”

Lily let out a breathy giggle, moving closer to James if possible, and nodded. “Yeah. That’ll do for our future.”

–

“I am noticing some serious funk on this pinot,” Remus said, swirling the wine in his glass, smelling it pretentiously before taking a large gulp.

“Yes, yes, but not in a bad way!” Lily concluded in a phony accent, that could’ve been an impression of Sirius on his best behavior or one of his stuck up relatives.

 “No, it’s spectucular. Grape notes flashing across your nose. And I’m tasting even more subtle ones of…is that…do you taste the leather? Like you’re biting down on a leather handbag.” Remus finished, throwing back the rest of his wine. Lily nodded in agreement, finishing her glass and putting it in the collection of empty ones.

“But lets not forget about this Syrah imported from the states. Just so velvety and rich…really sparks a memory, you know?” she said, picking up a new glass, Remus laughing beside her. The two of them had long stopped trying to hold in the noise they were making, Sirius and James watching in amusement and the two of them proceeded to get drunk at a wine tasting. 

“I’m also tasting like..” Remus smacked his lips quickly, “a little bit of shame? Like oh did I do something wrong? Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t?”

“You’re getting that from the wine?” commented Sirius, raising an eyebrow, his own glass of red in front of him.

Remus put his hand on Sirius’ face, kissing him quickly, “Absolutely.“

“Every wine has a story, Sirius. Don’t you know anything?” asked Lily, picking up another glass, “Now this one! This Burgundy–”

“I think that’s just the color, love” James offered but Lily put a finger up to his lips.

“Shhh, listen to the story.”

Remus took a sip out of Lily’s glass, “For me it’s like…an angry quidditch team. Just really hot and coming off the field upset and ready to just unleash tension and–”

“Well now youre just making it dirty,” Sirius reached forward taking the glass from Remus’ hand and taking a sip, “I taste cherry, you know, how its supposed to taste. Not anal with an angry quidditch–”

“Now whose making it dirty? I was referring to a lost game!” Remus countered taking his wine back.

“It’s okay, not everyone can have our refined palettes. You’ll get there, Sirius.” Lily said her hand resting on James’ knee, “Now this last one, the Cabernet–”

“Oh! The cabernet!” Remus flourished dramatically, he and Lily continuing to sample and make lavish and ridiculous descriptions.

James nudged Sirius, leaning over slightly, “You think this is what it was like when they dragged us to that art museum?”

Sirius grinned, “Yes except we weren’t drunk.”

“I dunno if that makes it worse or better.” James said, “But like….were in agreement were not doing this again?”

“Come tomorrow morning they won’t want to do it again.” Sirius responded, watching as Remus finished another glass of wine, looking at him from across the table with intention. Sirius sighed–the look wasn’t what it usually was when they were out that prompted a trip to the lav. He raised his arm, signaling for the waiter as they walked by, Lily and Remus erupting with boisterous cheers, and neither James nor Sirius could even pretend to be annoyed or embarrassed when their favorite people were happy.

–

(in which remus and lily know nothing about wine but love making fun of people and sirius and james have more money than they know what to do with.)