baby harry’s halloween costume 🫶

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 14 || 330 Words || Read on Ao3 —

14 August 1996

“A few more balloons over there, Lil.”

Lily conjures a few more and sends them to the corner of the room before stepping back next to her husband to survey their work. Gold and red balloons line the living room of their Godric’s Hollow cottage, the words ‘CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN’ illuminated and suspended above them, and a small cake with chocolate golden snitch flapping atop it sits on the table.

James lets out a sound of approval. “It looks good.”

Raising on her toes, she leans over and places a kiss on his cheek. “He’s going to love it. What time did Sirius say they’ll be back?”

James checks his watch and casts a glance to the door. “Any minute now. Got his school supplies this morning and then met with Ron and Hermione for lunch. I’d imagine—”

The sound of the fireplace roaring to life cuts him off and the two turn to greet the new arrivals. A shock of orange hair is the first to appear, and Lily steps forward to pull Ron to stand next to her and James, holding a finger to her mouth to urge his silence. When Hermione appears, she does the same thing, so the four of them are facing the grate when Harry appears next, blinking in surprise when met with the chorus of “Surprise!”

Dazedly, he steps out of the grate, his parents coming to hug him on either side as Sirius rounds out the arriving party.

Lily kisses him on the head, smoothing down his hair. “Congratulations, Harry, we’re so proud of you.”

“Second generation Gryffindor captain!” James cheers, high-fiving Ron.

“This is…” Harry beams, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thank you both.”

Sirius clears his throat behind them and Harry cranes his neck. “You, too, Sirius.”

“Look at this snitch!” Hermione gasps from near the cake, and Harry breaks away from his parents to take a look, the adults silently congratulating one another on a surprise well-executed.

Day 2 of @jilytoberfest we have a little fifth year moment! Prompt: A: “If anyone does X I’m going to love them forever.” B: Does X. Word count: 500

Lily stretched her legs under her table, her back pressing into the edge of her seat trying to find a position that was comfortable. She shifted and tugged at her robes before rubbing at her eyes. Letting them focus once more on the translucent form of Professor Binns. She really wanted to like History of Magic! It was a fascinating topic but the snail's pace and monotone droning of facts made it difficult. She could not wait to drop the class after her OWLs. Just one more semester and she would be free of it. When the professor went on his third pointless tangent on the Statue of Secrecy Lily leaned over to Mary sitting next to her. “If anyone manages to make me laugh in this class I’m going to love them forever,” she told her with a sigh and her friend just hummed in agreement, yawning as if to emphasize.

Her unfocused eyes roamed around the room in the hopes of spotting anything interesting. Sev was sitting in a sea of green, passing around notes with the friends that made her uncomfortable. She tore her eyes away, not wanting to let her worry consume her thoughts.

Not that letting her gaze drift further was helping her much. On the other end, she found Potter and Sirius being their annoyingly handsome selves grinning at each other while they sat bent over a single piece of parchment. Her cheeks heated with annoyance when Potter caught her looking, hand in his bloody hair again.

Lily quickly averted her eyes, looking down at the ink that had bled from her quill, bloody unwieldy thing she was only using because Sev gifted it to her. With a quick hand motion she cleaned up her notes, not that there were many and let her eyes return to the front.

Professor Binns had somehow landed on muggle culture and how the way wizen would dress was not dissimilar to how muggle women dressed while describing a dress Lily was certain she’d seen in a museum during a primary school field trip. She scoffed but said nothing.

Much to her surprise Jame- Potter’s hand shot up, waving wildly to catch their professors' attention who grumbled but made a motion for him to say his piece. Clearly, just as thrilled about his contribution as she was.

“Sir, while I appreciate the vivid detail in your description, I cannot help but feel our time would be better spent on the material and not describing the dress you are currently wearing.”

Lily almost slid off the edge of her seat, a hysterical giggle escaping her lips before she could clamp her hand over her mouth. Her shoulders shaking with the laughter she did her best to make soundless.

She was having a great time until she turned to Mary who was wriggling her manicured brows at Lily. “Guess we found the love of your life,” her friend teased, basking in the look of shock that dawned on her face.

Prompt: Slice of life

@wolfstarmicrofic - 152 words

It was an established fact for Harry that the garden was Remus' pride and joy. He always talked about it, emphasized the specific plants and flowers chosen and, whenever the conversation went slow, started to ramble about it.

One could not imagine Harry's surprise on his latest visit that it was Sirius' wide back bowed over the flowerbeds, his hands carefully setting leaves right and watering roots, while quietly singing for them to grow. It was... strange. Harry had never heard Sirius sing, and the low soft rumble was nothing like he had imagined it, much less in a language he didn't speak.

Before he could interrupt though, or run to the house to call Remus out, the very one appeared at his side. “Isn't it beautiful?”

“But...”

Remus smiled. “Can't get enough of the sight. And he never lets me praise him. But he allows me to praise the flowers.”

au in which james is an elementary school science teacher who takes his class on a field trip to a wildlife sanctuary and wow holy shit the volunteer with the red hair & beautiful green eyes who's teaching the kids all about the wildlife and their conservation methods is the prettiest woman he's ever seen and now he's panicking

it has been stuck in my brain so i drew it

may 10 - suspicious - @jilymicrofics - 237 words

James was acting suspicious, she knew something was up.

Lily Evans Potter knew her husband very well, she knew when James Potter was hiding something. It was near their third marriage anniversary and Lily believed it was something to do with that.

Every year, James did a beautiful and romantic thing for their anniversary. She loved it, it made her feel so very special.

Her friend’s husbands did so little, a gift card and flowers, but James always went so over the top. They were the “if they break up, love does not exist” couple to everyone they knew.

Lily was always grateful for her opportunity to marry a man as lovely as James Fleamont.

For their first wedding anniversary, breakfast in bed and a party with all her friends, James hired her favorite band to serenade her. She danced with him all night, the love of her very life.

Last year, James got someone to fly a plane over her work, with a banner reading JP+LE. She had rolled her eyes, grinning and flushing like she was a teenager again. Her coworkers found it adorable.

Lily’s eyes flicked to the side yard as she walked onto her porch after her day of work. She spotted James braiding flowers into an arch and grinned to herself.

She wouldn’t tell him what she saw, she’d see the finished product in three days, false surprise on her face.

serenade in the common room

Hello my son!

It's you and me now

Let's mama sleep a bit

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In the summer's golden light of an early morning in Godric's Hollow, a shared moment out of time between a boy and his son.

little unfinished remus thing

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve Summary:

1980: Remus tries not to look like he’s in love, Sirius tries to figure out why Remus is hiding in bed after sneaking out on New Year’s Eve. A/N: ACTUALLY I’m writing another Trope Mash-Up story but it’s turning multi-chaptered because well what can you do with those delightful prompts, and this morning I just felt like writing a bit of seasonally appropriate R/S that might even be called FLUFF. So here you go.

Traditions (2/12)

December 1972

Second year was tough for Sirius. Regulus was finally with him at Hogwarts, but across the castle in a different house and refusing to be seen talking to his brother. They still spoke, but Regulus insisted on hiding in broom closets and leaving separately, lest someone report back to their parents that he had been seen with the traitor.

His parents were getting progressively more insufferable. At first, they had sent him a weekly Howler, bemoaning that he couldn't be more like Regulus and that he kept getting into trouble. Thankfully, that didn't last very long. By his thirteenth birthday, they were completely ignoring him, not even sending a note for the rest of term, even though he knew they'd been told about the Marauders' latest antics.

The next he heard from them was a short note, just one sentence sent by owl the day before winter break began.

"Your presence is neither required nor welcome home this holiday."

He showed the note to McGonagall immediately, added his name to the list of students staying over the break, and watched with resignation as his brother left with everyone else to go home for Christmas.

His only saving grace was that he wouldn't be alone in Gryffindor tower, as Remus was staying over the holiday too. The full moon fell too close to Christmas for his comfort, and his parents were visiting his great-grandparents who he had never met for the holiday, so he had opted to stay at school too.

There weren't any other Gryffindor students staying behind, although there were a few scattered between the other houses, but Remus and Sirius had the tower to themselves. They spent their days playing in the snow and warming up by the fire in the common room, playing endless games of chess. They once again made a gingerbread house and ate the whole thing just the two of them.

The problem came at night, when Remus was already asleep and Sirius found himself wide awake, staring out the window and wondering what was going on at home. Was Regulus having fun? Did he know that their parents had asked Sirius not to come? Or did he think it was his brother's idea? Had anyone asked about him at all?

On Christmas Eve, Sirius found himself in the same place as midnight drew closer. He knew he wouldn't be receiving any gifts from his family, not even Reg, and for the first time wondered if he should just suck it up and try to be a better son.

"Sirus?"

He jumped and turned to see Remus staring at him groggily from his bed.

"Why're you 'wake?"

"Couldn't sleep," Sirius whispered back. "Go back to sleep, Rem. I'll be okay."

Remus shook his head and sat up. He rubbed his eyes before reaching for a book at his bedside and gesturing for Sirius to come over.

He obeyed easily, going to sit next to Remus, leaning against the headboard. Remus pulled the covers over their legs and opened his book to a dog-eared page.

"My mom used to read this to me before bed every Christmas Eve," he explained. "It would help me sleep even though I was overexcited about the next day."

He shifted until he was lying down properly and pulled Sirius, indicating that he should do the same.

"Close your eyes, Sirius," he whispered.

Sirius stared at his friend across their shared pillow for a moment, grey eyes meeting brown in the dark dorm. Finally, he closed his eyes and Remus began to read.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

fic: sandcastles in the sand

Wordcount: 9996

Chapters: 1/3

Fandom: Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling (ew).

Rating: General Audiences.

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply.

Relationship(s): Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin.

Characters: Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Background and Cameo Characters.

EVERYONE GO READ THIS FIC AND THEN COME SCREAM WITH ME

Me too, please!!!

ADORABLE AND PERFECT 🥺🥰

A little Marauders sketch, featuring little Marauders :)

Prompt: Lazy

Cowboy Remus Agenda?

@wolfstarmicrofic - 630 words

“Are you gonna tell me where you’re taking me or will you just murder me in stoic silence once we get there?”

They were riding their horses along the edge of the field where the herd was peacefully grazing in the afternoon.

He didn’t respond, which he knew was driving Sirius mad.

“Ah well,” Sirius sighed heavily and continued in an exaggerated Southern accent and an air of ancient wisdom which were most definitely not his own, “You know what I always say. No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.”

Remus fought off a smile and remained silent. Sirius’ pony was the most docile one Remus had ever seen in his life, but despite the fact that Trigger literally did not care where he was going or what was happening to him, ever, Remus still had him tied to the horn of his own saddle. Just in case he decided to buck or run away for the first time in his life.

Because Sirius could not ride a horse to save his life, nor had he ever sat in a saddle until a few weeks ago.

They continued along the fence for a few more minutes until they’d left the cows and the farmhouse far behind them, when Remus stopped their horses and dismounted.

“This is where you’re taking me? A field? Why that’s so refreshing after all that field we’ve been through. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

He turned to hold Trigger still by the halter so Sirius could get down as well, not that the gelding would ever move on his own volition. Sirius did, and not ungracefully for someone who’d lived his whole life in the city, and Remus tied both their horses to one of the nearby trees.

“I thought we were gonna do some cool cowboy stuff,” Sirius pouted, not helping him at all.

“We are,” Remus just said and laid down in the shadow of another tree, tipping his head forward as he leant against the trunk. He crossed his ankles and folded his hands over his stomach.

“You’re taking a nap,” Sirius pointed out from where he was standing.

“Exactly.” He closed his eyes.

“We should get back on them horses and round up them damn cows down yonder. Yeehaw,” he said in that accent again, adding that ‘yeehaw’ in a pointedly monotone voice, still not making a move to join Remus.

“I don’t sound like that,” Remus halfheartedly defended himself from under the brim of his hat, but trying hard to hold back his laughter at the ridiculous nonsense Sirius was saying.

“I don’t sound like that,” Sirius imitated him promptly, laying it on way too thick in Remus’ opinion.

“Just shut up and c’mere,” he murmured and moved from his comfortable position to grab Sirius’ jeans around his ankle and pull.

The other man finally complied, and Remus managed to pull him down half on top of him, losing Sirius’ hat in the process.

“So this is what you cowboys do all day? Nap?”

“Mhh.”

“Mhh.” He removed Remus’ hat to kiss him on the lips. “I think I might be warming up to it.”

Remus pulled him back in for another one.

For the rest of the afternoon they laid lazily in the shadow of the tree, drifting off to sleep in between kisses and watching the horses graze, enjoying the slight breeze in the heat of the afternoon.

The view from the farmhouse was obstructed by the steep of the hill and the trees, and no one was around to tell them what they could and couldn’t do. The horses didn’t mind, and neither did the cows that slowly wandered to this side of the field for fresher grass.

Today’s @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is epic, and this is my apology for my sad post earlier today

(Hint: it’s more hippie Remus x scientist Sirius because this is my new comfort au and I can’t get enough of them.)

(278 words.)

“I don’t bloody care if it was an accident!” James watched Sirius shout into the phone, pacing, shoulders tensed, brow furrowed. “You threw out 2 months of work! On the one day I was out of the lab, you managed to pull a stunt like this! Christ, do you understand how many hours I put into this? How many all nighters I pulled? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

The noise seemed to have summoned Remus, who glided easily into the living room in his long, knitted cardigan and an aggressive amount of crystal necklaces. He walked over to Sirius, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and stopping his pacing. Sirius’ shoulders relaxed, leaning into Remus as his frown melted into a smile for a moment, phone call seemingly forgotten until the smile disappeared again, straight back to anger.

“I don’t need any excuses! I’ll give you a week to go through and replicate what I did, otherwise you’re fucking done, got it? Nope, not my problem now, goodbye.” He hung up and practically tossed his phone onto the sofa, before turning to face Remus, who still had his arms around Sirius. “Fucking Dearborn.” He groaned, dropping his head onto Remus’ shoulder and muffling his voice. “This is a nightmare of bloody epic proportions.”

“Hey, s’alright. Everything’s fine. Just… how about we go and meditate for half an hour or so, then we can enjoy the rest of the day, yeah? Look at everything with a fresh mind tomorrow.”

James almost huffed a disbelieving laugh, then. Of all people, how the hell would Sirius sit through a meditation and just relax when he was that pissed-

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Oh.

That was… new.

You know how sometimes there’s one person in a friend group whom every friend would date if they asked? I’m not saying James Potter was that friend but James Potter was that friend

Definitely

I disagree. I think Remus was that friend. Or maybe frank longbottom

You can feel free to disagree, I’m just going based off what I read into the source material:

In conclusion, I think everyone wanted to date James at least a little bit.