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Blithering Mc Gonagall

@blitheringmcgonagall

Until the Very End
She/her
Jily/Wolfstar/Marauders addict
Jily fanart by the great @0kat0
Lily Icon by wonderful @constancezin
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Wardrobe changes

Sirius never wears scarves.

Even in the depths of Scotland’s winter with Hogwarts buried in two feet of snow, the woolliest item he might fathom is a set of gloves. But never a scarf.

Thus, one Saturday as he sits down to breakfast, the bright yellow material wrapped snug around his neck draws attention.

“You’re wearing a scarf,” Peter states.

“Are you a Hufflepuff now, Pads?” James adds, “Yellow’s really not your colour.”

“I can wear a scarf if I want to.”

“I didn’t even think you owned something so practical,” James replies.

Remus is silent. Fortunately, Sirius has drawn too much attention for either of their friends to notice his sudden inability to make eye contact with any of them.

“Just because you can’t pull off such a bold fashion statement,” says Sirius around a mouthful of beans, “doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t.”

But it does not end there.

The length of their cold trudge to Hogsmeade, both James and Peter tease him relentlessly. Did some Hufflepuff girl leave the garment with him? Is there some gossip he isn’t telling them? Is this the start of a radical redefinition of his usually entirely black wardrobe choices?

Remus remains silent. This isn’t so unusual. What is unusual is that Sirius does not try and rope him into their banter.

Soon, teasing alone is not enough. Giggling with glee, James darts forward and pulls at the scarf, exposing Sirius’ bare neck to the frosty air as he dances away.

He does not respond quickly enough.

There, for all to see, a purple love bite marks the soft skin under Sirius’ jaw.

Remus hides his face in his hands.

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Written in response to the December 2023 @wolfstarmicrofic prompt 'Scarf'.

[279 words]

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"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.

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di-daynamic

@jilymicrofics May Day 30: Dawn

Lily Evans sat on the rooftop, looking at the sky, chin resting on her knees around which she’d wrapped her arms.

It was a comforting position. Self-soothing was something that Tuney would’ve sneered at, or called stupid, but Lily found it made an excellent emergency replacement for her mother’s hugs.

Dawn was rapidly approaching. Another new day, more slogging through lessons and eating and homework and pretending the world wasn’t going to hell around them.

She remembered the headlines she’d read recently – both in the Daily Prophet and in the muggle newspapers her mum sent her occasionally – detailing the gruesome killings and progress of the new Dark Lord’s rise to power.

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sandrawstuff
KISS
@wolfstarmicrofic 50 words

“There are two ways to break curses,” Sirius said. “The light of the full moon and a true love kiss. Because the full is only temporary, we’ll have to try the other way”.

Remus shivered. “What if our love it’s not enough?”.

“Then we’ll try until it is,” Sirius grinned.

This microfic was inspired by the book series Secretos de la Luna Llena by Iria G. Parente and Selene M. Pascual
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THE HEADS’ PRIVATE QUARTERS

For @allthosedarlings Prongs Party. Prompt: kiss. Words: 156. Rating: M. Gifted to: @merlinsbbeard.

The dormitory was still. The sun had barely crested the horizon. A cold chill sat in the room but the bed was warm and the duvet was thick and the sheets were soft and it was on mornings like this that James thanked Merlin for the Heads’ Private Quarters.

Mornings when he woke with Lily wrapped up in his arms, auburn lashes splayed across her pale freckled cheeks. She would stir slowly, push the hair out of her face. Then she would yawn and stretch her arms above her head and say “Good morning, you,” and drop a kiss on his smiling mouth.

It was on this particular morning that Lily followed up with, “And happy birthday,” and before James knew it, she was pushing herself atop him and leaving a trail of blazing kisses down his bare chest and disappearing under the duvet as he thanked Merlin for the first of many times that morning.

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spikybanana

After all, Remus reasons, Sirius has always been seduced by betrayal. (His family would attest to it.)

Because betrayal means breaking rank, demolishing all constraints. And thus, it is a magnificent thing. For people like Sirius Black, who thirst for freedom before anything else— betrayal is but another necessary honesty.

@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: thirst
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Wolfstar Microfic: Lust

“Truth or dare,” Sirius said out loud, eyes fiercely focused on Remus. 

Remus hated this game, hated everything about it.

“Truth,” he muttered, hoping he could get this over with quickly.

Sirius grinned. He didn’t take his eyes off Remus, which was somewhat unnerving. 

“Who was the last person you lusted after?”

A bunch of people in the circle giggled or cried out, but Remus couldn’t keep track of who said what, because he and Sirius still hadn’t broken eye contact. 

Sirius’ eyes were boring into him, a cocky smile at the corner of his mouth. 

Remus wanted him to look away; it would make lying easier…but Sirius didn’t. He didn’t even seem to blink.

“Who are you horny for?” one of the girls in the background called out. Remus still hadn’t torn his eyes away from Sirius, and Sirius didn’t seem inclined to either. He looked pleased, and confident, and sexy.

Emboldened by…whatever was happening between them in the moment, Remus just raised one eyebrow.

“Him,” he said, pointing one finger directly at Sirius. 

Sirius pounced.

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kay-elle-cee

Oh no I can’t turn my brain off and I had this idea pop up (also felt bad for giving Lily pain on her birthday)

@jilymicrofics January prompt 22: Rumour

The rumour started as most rumours do: with a modicum of truth.

Lily Evans and James Potter showed up late to Charms on Thursday. Together.

That was the incident that set off whispers all next week. ‘Potter’s shagging Evans?’ ‘I heard McGonagall caught them in a broom closet.’ ‘It’s apparently been going on for years, including when Potter was seeing that Ravenclaw bird, Fiona.’ ‘Well that’s not surprising, is it? She’s Muggle-born… you know how they are.’

The truth didn’t matter to the school: that the Head Boy and Head Girl had been late because they’d been breaking up a fight on another floor. It wasn’t salacious enough.

Never mind that there was a truth much more intriguing if people just looked a little harder: The glances, the innocent shoulder bumps, the smiles they shared that lasted a little too long…

Lily Evans and James Potter were together, secretly, both teetering on the edge of love. A respect, a friendship, a relationship had bloomed out of the ashes of their long-forgotten animosity, and with it the quiet understanding that they could weather whatever storms they faced together.

And that truth meant so much more than a silly rumour.

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oxydiane

Brilliant Mistake

‘Huh…’

‘I’m sorry,’ Sirius repeats for what it must be the tenth time in the past ten minutes. ‘I really don’t know what got into that damned house elf’s head—‘

‘It’s alright.’ Remus cuts him off and they stand in silence.

They stand in silence in front of the only room in Grimmauld Place that had been cleaned and set up for somebody to sleep in. The room they were supposed to sleep in until the rest of the Order caught up. Sirius’ childhood bedroom, which had only one bed.

‘I can sleep on the couch—‘ Sirius starts, frantic and unsure at the same time.

‘Don’t even think about it.’ Remus says easily. He didn’t know whether this had been another one of Kreacher’s attempts at pissing Sirius off or just a honest mistake.

Remus’ eyes glint. If the latter was the case, it was quite a brilliant one.

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The polaroid

(For @jilytoberfest, prompt #1, smile!)

The camera had been a gift Sirius had bought himself in a Muggle store to supposedly celebrate the end of the term, but so far James hadn’t seen Sirius take one photo from himself. Rather, Sirius was motioning people, arranging them in funny poses, having the time of his life.

"Sirius looks like a director," said an amused voice next to James; Lily had just thrown herself on the couch next to him.

James tried to ignore the way his heart raced.

"Director?"

"Movie director," she explained, watching him with the same amusement. "You know, those Muggle animated photos I told you about?"

"Oh, sure. Cinema."

Lily smiled; her smile was brighter than the flashes of the camera as far as James was concerned.

"Everyone seems to love it."

James blinked. "What?"

She moved her hand, showing around. "The Polaroid." Lily chuckled. "It’s funny how wizards have moving photos and yet a Polaroid is making everyone crazy to take a picture."

"Well," started James. Lily was looking at him and that made something as normal as thinking more difficult in his brain. "Wizarding pictures take time to develop. There is something even more magical in seeing your picture right after it's taken."

"I guess--and at least you know sooner if you looked horrible in the photo."

Her tone was teasing, an open invitation to join him in her joke and yet James found himself saying: "I don’t think you could look horrible in any photo, Evans."

There was a moment of silence; Lily’s eyes glinted under another flash, and then it hit James what he had just said.

"I mean," he started hurriedly before she could say anything, "Sirius is a great director, have you seen the photo he took from Remus and Sir Nicholas? It looks as if Remus is a ghost, it was the perfect timing, the head was almost falling--"

His voice died, painfully aware he was just babbling; luckily, after a long second, Lily just let out a laugh.

"Yeah, it was a funny photo," she agreed.

James breathed again. "As you said, Sirius is a director. He should do a movie."

She bit her lower lip; that was very distracting.

"Have you ever seen one?"

"What?"

"A movie."

"No--we almost went during the winter break, but then we missed it."

"Oh, that’s fine." She breathed deeply, then looked around almost distractedly. "The best movies are out in the summer anyway. We should see one."

James wished he could answer that, but he had definitely lost his ability to speak. Was this... Evans couldn't... had she...

It seemed a lot like she had just proposed they went out in a date this summer, and James needed to ask her about this, he couldn’t keep wondering...

But the moment he turned at her, there was a distraction in the shape of Sirius.

"Smile!" He cried, and there was just time enough for Lily to put her arms around James' shoulder before the flash of light blinded James.

He blinked, trying to see through the dark spots in his eyes, but by the time his vision returned, Lily had already stood up, taking the camera from Sirius' hand.

Her face was flushed as she fanned herself with the developing photo.

James braced himself again to ask her what he must, but once more he was interrupted.

"Here," said Lily, giving him the picture. "We don’t look so terrible together."

And with a wink, she departed.

James looked at the photo. They were both smiling, though his smile looked dizzy, as if he had just been hit by a bludger; and Lily -- she wasn’t staring at the photographer, but rather at him. With her arm around his shoulder and the way she was smiling, a bit nervous but also certain, it almost looked as if they were a couple...

James had to agree with her. They didn’t look terrible together at all.

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spikybanana
@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: Persephone - welcome to HoTS ie Hogwarts Theatre Society

“He can’t play Persephone!” Remus blurted, staring wide-eyed pleadingly hopefully-not-desperately at Mary.

“Why not! Sirius has got the looks, the hair, the fanbase,” Mary snorted at herself, “the tragic backstory, and the vengeful mother. It’s perfect.”

“But— you’re casting me as Hades?” It was bad enough that he was bribed into a play of all things, but now he had to “act” in love with Sirius?

“I know, I know. It’s such an honour, you’re welcome—”

But Remus was beginning to feel woozy in the head just imagining Sirius in a flowing dress and with flowers in his hair. “Why would you do this? Why would you put me and Sirius—”

“Oh my god, Remus, calm down, it’s like you’re hiding something.” Mary winked at him, which, infuriatingly, made colour rise further up Remus’ cheeks. Mary laughed knowingly and continued, “Not very in character of you to be so hysterical now! Hades is such an aplomb cynical depressed young man, I think I’m a genius for this one, actually.”

Future decorated director or not, Mary was a menace, and Remus knew that Mary knew how Remus knew exactly what she was doing. “I swear you want me dead.” 

“Well no. that’d be Hades, actually.” 

“You’re not funny.” 

“I’m hilarious. And a genius. By the way, you’re sharing dressing room one, just the two of you. It’s only what the leads of the show deserve!”

Remus groaned. Dressing room one was tiny. “I hate you.”

“You love me, really.” Mary’s guileless grin was bright as ever, “I bet you’ll be thanking me down the line.”

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krethes

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-Six: burn

Burn.
Burn fuel, burn calories, burn energy, one in the same. Burn the station dinner because no, a beef wellington really isn't practical or budget friendly and is much harder than Gordon Ramsey makes it look on television.
Burn, because the opposite is to be extinguished, and there is so much to do, so much good left to give the world, so many more adrenaline highs to chase. It would be a lie to say he does his job only because it helps people. Burn, like the thrill of the chase, of not knowing what happens next, of the uncertainty of it all, as addicting as it is damning.
Burn for each other, for the simple moments of bleary-eyed welcome home kisses, of the please be carefuls and the thank fuck you made it backs. Burn like the fire that has staunchly refused to go out after nearly a decade, sending tumbling, fumbling bodies into bedsheets, into worn-in couches, into unyielding tabletops.
Burn, like a hearth, of warmth and love and compassion, welcoming in and accepting all. A table with a spot open for anyone who needs it. A home with two guest rooms for a stray cat or two. Two hearts with ample space to fill with other people, other passions, yet always circling back to each other.
Burn, like the scald of water, painful, searing, just as dangerous as any flame. The water that purifies and condemns, the life-giver and -taker. Burn, like the cigarette in his hand, the sanity-giver, and eventual life-taker. Burn, like the memories of those they could not save, the ones whose legacies live on in the eyes of their children, the grief of their friends, the bitter, unrelenting pain of their parents who never should have had to bury their child.
They are taught to respect fire and to expect the unexpected, to always be five steps ahead with contingency plans to spare, to always be on the lookout for possible danger: a blocked entrance, an overcrowded room, an unattented candle. Fire is unpredictable, but Remus is a steady, constant blaze. A lighthouse, a beacon, guiding him home like the flashlight in his hand, like the light affixed to his helmet, like the bright panic-turned-relief in his voice when Sirius emerges from the billow of smoke, a little girl on his hip wearing his mask and a cat tucked into his turnouts.
Burn, like the crisp agony of toasted lungs, the all-too-familiar ache of smoke inhalation and the temporary sting of the IV going in at the hospital. Like the heat-tight skin of his cheeks, thankfully not actually burned, just too hot.
Burn, like the tears in his eyes because he made it, he fucking made it, and he saved that girl. Samantha. He saved her and her cat whose name is Blaze, of all fucking things. Burn like the overwhelming joy of holding a bundle of blue blankets with a shock of unruly black hair, a godson in his arms, a legacy to remember him by.
He's not extinguished, not yet. He has to keep coming back, keep making it, keep saving people, keep going. For Remus. For James. For Lily. For Harry.
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krethes

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-Four: popsicle

Part four of the firefighter AU (links to come oops). This one is much lighter, and ofc 18+.

"You're ridiculous."
"I'm working!"
"The point remains."
"Bah! Remus, you just don't understand fine art."
"I hardly think sitting half-naked on the back of the fire engine deepthroating your THIRD melted popsicle qualifies as 'fine art'."
"See, that's where you're wrong. I'm mostly naked. And this is my fourth." Sirius, sitting shirtless and in a pair of indecently tiny white briefs, covered only by a helmet between his spread thighs wags the mostly-gone ice pop at him. His lips have been stained red by the popsicle, and if Remus wasn't so cross with him, he might actually find this is a little...hot.
"We're here to pose for a fundraising calendar, not...whatever it is you're doing!"
Sirius leans forward suddenly, pressing the helmet against his washboard torso, and fucking leers at him. "If you're confused, Lieutenant Lupin, maybe I can give you a play-by-play later?" he purrs.
Remus feels his face heat up and has to clench his thighs, willing his body to listen to him and not show, through the robe covering his own mostly-nakedness, the effect that Sirius has on him. Fucker. He advances on him with a little growl, and is pleased to see a flicker of excited apprehension flash across Sirius's face. "You little-
"Captain Potter! How good to see-"
"I leave you alone for three minutes to pee because I'm, if you haven't noticed, massively pregnant, and you're at this again?" Lily snaps as she comes back to the tripod (the camera, not either of them, though Remus thinks Sirius could give it a run for its money).
Sirius does his best to look contrite, but the overall effect is wholly ruined by the drip of cherry popsicle sliding down his wrists. Remus can't look away. He's spent the last half-hour watching Sirius put on this obscene display. Letting Sirius go first seemed like a good idea at the time, because when he gets bored, he gets a little (a lot) chaotic, and there is plenty of chaos to be made in the station. But now, his boxer briefs uncomfortably tight and his mind soaked with images of Sirius taking the ice pop down his throat, sucking and slurping and making the worst (best) sounds deep in his chest... Remus can see he miscalculated.
There's no way he can go on next, not like this. It's a shirtless fireman calendar, not X-rated pornography!
"Cover yourself back up, you menace," Lily scolds, waving vaguely at Sirius's very obvious and helmet-less bulge. "Save your foreplay for when you're off-duty."
"I AM off-duty, as a matter of fact. You're just jea-... Ah, hello, Chiefy."
Alastor somehow pins them both with his one good eye. "Captain Potter, is there a delay? Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there are getting restless and loosening all the caps to the pepper shakers."
Sure enough, Fabian and Gideon Prewett emerge from the cafeteria with shit-eating grins on their faces. They see Chief Moody and Lily and beat a hasty retreat.
Lily shoots Sirius a mutinous look from around the Chief's shoulder. "No, sir, I-"
"It's my fault, Chief Moody, sir," Remus interrupts. Alastor is a good Fire Chief, fair if a bit brusque, but he's had quite a lot to say about Lily still working as Captain during these late stages of her pregnancy. Remus doesn't want to draw any further heat to her than necessary. "Heckling my husband, sir, sorry."
Alastor doesn't look entirely convinced, but he's clearly bored with the whole affair. "You have eleven more to get through, Captain Potter," he says gruffly, and walks off.
In the end, Lily thanks Remus with the night off to match Sirius's, and Remus thinks, or as much as he can with his husband's head bobbing away between his spread thighs, that perhaps the popsicle fiasco wasn't so bad.
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krethes

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Eighteen: saltwater

Saline salvation, soothing the soul, Abolishing all abhorrent abominations Lurking, looming, languid and lingering, Tossing treacherous temptation to the tides. Water wells, whirls, welcomes, Accepting aching angels, allowing the ammo, the arsenal, the animal. Trust to test, to trial, to tether to Every eternity, every era, every eon, Rallying a restoration, a remedy, reconnection.
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whywcd

For @wolfstarmicrofic prompt "roar". Thank you for helping me with this one, @broomsticks!

"We're in a damn war!" Remus growls, blood pounding in his ears as he takes a step closer to Sirius. "It’ll be the end of us all! I'm not taking part in it anymore, I’ve had enough."

At his last words, Sirius shakes his head and huffs out a cold laugh, echoing against the high stone walls surrounding them.

"I should've known it was you," he says, voice vibrating with anger, grabbing Remus by the collar. "Bloody traitor. You've been sharing our plans with them all along, haven't you? Tried to end things a little bit quicker to get your sorry arse out of danger, is that it? Coward!"

Despite being cold and wet to his skin, all Remus feels is hot, boiling anger. Wrenching himself free from Sirius's grip, he throws them both around to pin Sirius against the wall.

"You idiot, s'not me. In fact," he grumbles, fingers squeezing tight around Sirius's wrists, "I believe it's you. Sided with your little brother after all, didn't you?"

"Fuck you!" Sirius roars, foot slipping away underneath him. "Why the hell would I have warned the Slytherins? The ambush was my idea to start with."

“Well, I didn’t tell them, so it must’ve been you! How would they have turned it against us otherwise?”

The door next to them swings open and Remus looks up - a mistake. Sirius sees his chance and tackles him to the ground, locking an arm around his neck.

"Mr Black, let go of Mr Lupin. Now."

They both look up. McGonagall stands on the threshold, lips pressed together in a thin line while she takes in the scene in front of her - the greenish puddles of thick slime on the corridor floor soaking into their uniforms.

"Detention for trying to prank the Slytherins, again,” she says, voice stern. Then, with the faintest hint of a smile, she adds: ”And may I suggest to keep your future plans out of earshot from the house-elves? They do love a good laugh themselves, after all.”

Had me in the first half, not gonna lie.

This was DELIGHTFUL

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