read it platonically read it romantically idc, just appreciate our beautiful boys <3

“how about breakfast at one in the afternood?” james asked, sitting crosslegged on the toilet lid.

“‘fy’gopick’tup,” sirius mumbled.

“i didn’t catch that, mate,” he smiled sweetly up to his friend. “and, besides, i thought it was rather impolite of one to talk while their toothbrush was still in their mouth.”

sirius spat out the toothpaste, then cleared his mouth with water. “i said if you go pick it up. and you shouldn’t be the one complaining, shower concert.”

james rolled his eyes. “reckon i could make wormtail wake up and join me.”

“he’s still asleep, so i doubt that,” sirius said, leading the way out of the bathroom and rolling down on remus’ bed. “he’ll just be complaining about you waking him up again.”

“wha’s that?” remus asked, bleary eyed, propping himself up with his elbow, his back still pressed to the mattress.

“james suggested having breakfast at this great hour. oh, and i snogged a girl to the dorm last night,” sirius rolled his eyes, “or so i’ve heard.”

“if you did, poor her, because you fell asleep the second your cheek hit the pillow,” james said, jovially, giving peter a friendly shake. “come on, drag your arse out of bed so we can get breakfast, mate!”

after fifteen minutes of thorough complaining, the two of them left the dorm, closing the door behind them.

“how much time’s that, anyway?” remus asked, his lips pressed to sirius’ already, who pulled himself up on his knees, the mattress dipping under the weight of both of them.

“who cares,” he answered, moving his hand to remus’ neck. ever since they’d started doing that, it seemed like neither of them could get enough of it. which was unfortunate, considering the fact that neither of their friends knew (or, remus suspected, james knew, yet he decided to be sensible enough and say nothing) and that their time alone was extremely limited (and therefore, valuable).

remus chuckled against sirius’ lips, and almost felt him roll his eyes at him.

“so, tell me, who’ve you snogged last night, mate?”

siriue rubbed his face either his palms. “have i, ever before, told you how much i hate how you can wake up at ungodly hours and act like you just drank two coffees?”

“you did!” james grinned, pulling the curtains of sirius’ bed and ruffling his hair. “come on, up! moony’s almost out of the shower, and wormtail,” he nodded towards peter who, grumbling, was pulling on a pair of pants and grabbing his mittens, “is already ready.”

“remind me again why we’re waking up this early during the winter holidays?” sirius asked, stretching out right as remus stepped out of the shower, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, drying his hair with a towel.

“because it’s the first day of snow?”

“what!?” that had been enough to get sirius out of bed and cross his way to the window. indeed, the grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, and the clouds rained snowflakes. sirius turned around to face his friend, (now, he was notably taller than james), grinning.

“good enough to get out of bed?” he asked, hands on hips, looking amused. “this is the perfect moment to let padfoot enjoy a bit of snow, too, don’t you think?”

“completely agree with you, mate,” he said, scratching his side as he passed remus, making his way towards the bathroom. “you’d better not go outside with your hair wet.” he pointed his wand at remus’ head and hot air streamer out of it, drying his hair. “there you go.”

remus looked at his back (actually, his back meant his tousled hair and the dark mark on his neck that he was probably too curious about) as sirius closed the door to the bathroom, grabbing his sweater.

“your mum made that for you?” peter asked, pointing to the green-and-brown sweater remus was holding.

he nodded, pulling it over his head. “why?”

the other grinned. “reckon she can make me one too for christmas? mum tried making me one too, but it looked more like, i’d say, a scarf with sleeves.”

remus snorted. “i’ll ask her. she’s getting bored at home too, you know, so maybe she’ll have the time.” peter showed his a wonky thumbs up as he struggled into his boots.

“i’ll be right back!” james called, already making his way towards the door. “i’m gonna go grab breakfast from the kitchens so we don’t have to sit through breakfast.”

“or because breakfast is already over!” sirius shouted from the bathroom, which earned him a snicker from peter.

“because you slept through it!” he yelled back, then, after james left, he turned to peter, “and i’d be inclined to agree with sirius; this would have been the perfect day to sleep through.”

james potter

sirius black

remus lupin

peter pettigrew

head empty just Regulus who loves to laugh. He doesn't do it much but loves it. He feels the feeling of freedom it brings. He loves the euphoric feeling of it. Regulus loves to have a good laugh that leaves his stomach aching.

As a child, only Sirius could make him laugh. Only his brother could make him break out into little giggles. Maybe it was just the way they were brought up but only Sirius ever understood his humor.

Until Barty came along.

On their first meeting on the Hogwarts Express. Barty made Regulus laugh. He made Regulus break out into little giggles and then into a peal of rambunctious laughter that had 11-year-old Regulus clutching his stomach, gasping for breath.

While their other friends had managed to make Regulus laugh. None would compare to the first time Barty made Regulus laugh.

But Barty didn't just make Regulus laugh. He made Regulus nervous and flustered. He made Regulus' heart fluttered. He made Regulus feel jealousy and pride at the same time. He made Regulus feel human but also like a god being worshipped.

So when Sirius asks, "What do you even see in him?" when he meets Barty. Regulus just replies, "He makes me laugh."

james has a huge grin, sirius smirks, remus has a chipped-tooth smile, and peter has an eyes smile

Just a casual friendly discussion between bros, nothing to see here

sirius’ elbows are resting against the windowsill, a cigarette between the fingers of one of his crossed arms. he brings it up to his face, and inhales, and exhales, and looks at remus.

and invites him to take a drag too. remus takes it between his thumb and forefinger with less elegance than sirius, and looks at him as he exhales through his nose, the smoke coming out looping and twisting in the air.

remus wants to say something. he wants to tell sirius all he feels, or how he loves him, or just kiss him, because sirius is magic. he’s stardust and tobacco and the rain that pours down his neck like a column, he’s the crisp morning air and marble and the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he screams, loud, because maybe then someone would hear him.

instead, he smiles; sirius grins as an answer, and tucks a loose curl behind remus’ ear.

“are you letting your hair grow out?” he asks, pressing his back to the cold wall of the astronomy tower. remus feels small under sirius’ piercing gaze, so he settles on looking at his boots.

“i don’t know.” he shrugs. “haven’t thought about cutting it much. doesn’t really bother me as much as it used to.”

“it looks good,” he said, and remus feels his cheeks heating up, from down to his neck, taking over his ears. “really good, i mean. makes the greens in your eyes more vibrant.”

“thank you,” he mutters, his eyes still not meeting sirius’, now knowing that, for him, looking into remus’ eyes was a regular occurrence, because the green in remus’ eyes wasn’t something all that noticeable.

sirius hums. remus wants to kiss him. he doesn’t.