Reverie🇵🇸

im new here and still very awe-struck at the sheer existence of this fandom main: @darlin-collins basically a marauders fic recommendations blog "#rev (insert name/ship here)" is where you find said character x reader fics that i liked i rarely read fics without reader in them

[darlin-collins]

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇩🇿

[sincerelyemery]

peter who shapes himself into what other people want so often that he doesn't know who he really is anymore you are oh so dear to me

[mushroom-enby]

Waiter! I'd like some friends with benefits aspects to my aroacespec queerplatonic prongsfoot please. No, no, not dating. They're just soulmates. But like it's not romantic. And they have sex sometimes cuz honestly they don't really feel sexual attraction but like they still have a libido and once Sirius is like. Hey. We could deal with that together. And James is like holy FUCK you're a genius

Still not romantic exactly but only they know it's not romantic. They're just best friends and soulmates and sometimes have sex,, but they're like not dating cuz they're not really into that. They don't go on dates, they hang out. They kiss only sometimes but it's not romantic, and sex is good and occasional and nice but it's not making love or anything.

In this universe Sirius is like lower libido than James, but he doesn't really mind giving a hand (lol) to his bestie when he needs so. James isn't much into kissing but it's the best way to shut Sirius up sometimes and he doesn't really mind

Just. Not dating. They're friends. Everyone assumes they're dating but only Remus and Peter know how their relationship works fully ok? Ok cool

[reverie-darling]

if anyone has this im beggingb to told

[padfoots-leather-jacket]

okay guys sit down, we need to talk

I don't mind Sirius in skirts/femme presenting, I mind when Sirius is the only one in the relationship who's femme AND he is submissive and he's a "princess" who doesn't know how to do anything and needs his big boyfriend to help him with everything. he's weak, he'a a lightweight, he sits still and looks pretty? (sounds like a song A LOT of us heard growing up no?)

Make Sirius wear skirts, make him ride his motorcycles in them, make him wear his leather books, and his eyeliner and let his hair blow wild in the wind. He will curse the night out, kill three death eaters at one flick of his wand, down a bottle fire whisky with no problem. make him as tall as Remus sometimes, why does the dominant in the relationship have to be taller?

The problems are not headcanons, sure you can have yours, but be mindful that sometimes, we might repeat things we disagree with, even subconsciously.

Of course in the end we are all here to have fun, so don't be mean to anyone

[starry-eyed-moony]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ trains and socks | poly!marauders x reader

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: modern university au. When Remus goes home for the weekend, you put your childhood teddy in his case so he doesn't feel lonely. It backfires, and hurt/comfort ensues.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content: hurt/comfort, slight angst, lots and lots of fluff and petnames, tw: trainline

author's note: not proofread, sorry!! i'm lazy

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Your eyes followed Remus' back as he moved across his bedroom, large hands reaching for his last-minute bits and pieces. The only noise was his footsteps, deliberately as quiet as possible, and Sirius' snores as he pressed his face into your side, somehow halfway down Remus’ bed like usual, slung over you greedily.

The fog began to clear from your rousing brain, sleep blinking from the corners of your eyes as your brows furrowed. Your heart stammered in your chest when you remembered what Remus was doing.

"Rem," you rasped, and felt around the left side of the mattress, as if you would find something that would help you yank yourself free of Sirius.

Remus whirled around at the sound of your voice, his toothbrush sticking from his mouth and his hands filled with the travel-sized toiletries you had bought him a few days before.

He placed it all in his shower bag, slotting the toothbrush in its holder. Remus' brows were tugged together, lines forming on his forehead as he moved closer to the bed, gold eyes hardly visible in the dim light of the lamp by the door.

"What time is it?" You urged quietly, and Sirius crinkled his nose, sighing under his breath and turning away. You took the chance to lazily sit up, Remus' large hands grabbing yours, helping you.

"It's six, lovely," Remus answered softly.

You jolted, your face slightly horrified. "Rem, you said you'd wake me up."

Remus' thumb smoothed the top of your hand. "I know, I'm sorry. I was just running late and you and Sirius looked so comfy. 'Didn't wanna disturb you both until I had to go."

You sent him a half-hearted glare. "I want to spend time with you before you leave."

Remus chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart, I'll be back by Monday."

"So?" You retorted. "That's three entire nights without you."

"How will you survive?" Remus huffed sarcastically. "You have two other boyfriends to keep you company, you know."

"Well, call me greedy then," you replied.

"Greedy," Remus murmured and planted his lips against yours.

He tasted like mint toothpaste and smelled of the expensive sea spray shampoo Sirius bought him. You ran your hand through his waves, sighing as he tore away to press you to his chest.

"I'd love to stay here forever, but I have to finish packing," Remus said. "I need to leave in about thirty minutes."

You frowned. "Why haven't you packed-"

"Because you lot were all insistent we spend our 'last night' together watching films and-and-"

"Having the best sex of your damn life?" Sirius cut in from the pillows, a cheeky grin written across his face.

Remus huffed amusedly and rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Sirius."

"Remus!" James' voice called from across the house. "Rem, I've made your breakfast!"

"How can you stomach food at this ungodly hour?" Sirius asked dramatically, flinging the covers from his body and resting his arm across his naked chest. "I think I'd be sick."

"Not very nice," James appeared in the doorway, slightly flushed, a tea towel in his hands and only a pair of joggers loose on his hips. "Good thing I only made Remus some, then."

Sirius appeared genuinely offended. "Well, what if I wanted some?"

"Remus is the one having to get the train at seven in the morning. You have nothing to do all weekend, Sirius."

Sirius made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat. You giggled, though your stomach felt jittery with the nerves of Remus leaving you all for a long weekend. 

It had been bad enough when everybody had been separated during reading week the month before, and you were already dreading Christmas. Remus’ uncle was getting married up in Leeds, so he had to go home. You all hated it when somebody had to go away, for whatever reason. Home may be different areas of the UK for all of you, but the only real place the four of you felt settled was in this shitty university house. 

Remus followed James to the kitchen whilst you sat on the edge of the bed, weighed down by your dread as if it were an anchor in your belly. You felt a large hand splay across the small of your back and shifted your gaze over your shoulder where Sirius watched you with a concerned smile.

"He'll be right back, darling," Sirius said gently. "Only a few days."

"I know," you exhaled. "I just hate it when we're apart- or knowing one of us is sleeping in a bed all alone. I know that sounds silly. It just makes me feel like I can't sleep."

Sirius cooed and wrapped his arms around you in a tight squeeze, peppering kisses up your jaw. "Doesn't sound silly at all, baby. You know, Rem will probably enjoy a bit of room to wriggle around at night, if anything."

You nodded in agreement, twiddling with your fingers. Sirius kissed your shoulder and then climbed from the bed, purposefully giving you a show of his bum as he headed into the corridor to the bathroom.

Sighing, you stood from Remus’ bed and turned to grab the corners of the duvet, dragging them up to the pillows. You fluffed them all, propped everything in the right position, and started folding the blanket that you kept at the bottom of the bed. You all tended to sleep in Remus’ bedroom, considering he had the biggest bed.

As always, your childhood teddy, Socks, sat in the middle of Remus’ bed, adjusted so she sat across the middle pillow. You plucked a piece of fluff from her ear and then hesitated, your hands lingering on her. You picked Socks straight back up and reached into the bedside drawer where Remus kept a notebook and a pen, and ripped a page down, jotting a few words.

I’ll look after James and Sirius so long as you look after Socks. Love you so much.

You tied the note to Socks’ belly with a piece of ribbon and then placed her carefully beneath a couple of jumpers that Remus had folded inside. It made you feel slightly better that Remus would be with a part of you if he had to be alone. You’d likely sleep more easily.

Hopefully Remus would understand what a huge gesture it was too. There hadn’t been a night where one of them hadn’t woken up to a lump wedged beneath their bodies, and pulled it out to reveal the white bunny. In fact, they were all on a first name basis with Socks— as if she were a pet rather than a stuffed teddy. 

“Darling!” James’ voice called, and you immediately perked up. 

You grabbed Sirius’ fluffy dressing gown from the back of a chair on your way out and headed across the landing into the kitchen. You chucked it at the man who stood behind the stove wearing absolutely nothing with a roll of your eyes. 

“Thanks, baby,” Sirius sent you a wink and pulled it over his body. 

“You are getting far too comfortable walking around here naked,” James chided, and moved a cup of tea across to you as you perched at the breakfast bar with Remus, who had nearly finished eating his egg soldiers—a James breakfast classic. 

“If you got it, flaunt it, they say,” Sirius said and shrugged his shoulders with a teasing grin. “And guess who has it?”

“You do,” Remus grumbled the same way he did every time Sirius prompted them for the answer. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you murmur, lifting the cup to your mouth and taking a swig of hot tea. “Yum. Is this the new stuff? Cambridge Classics?”

“It is,” Remus said, and grasped the box of loose tea leaves from near the empty fruit bowl. “It’s smoky. No idea what the difference is to normal tea.”

You fondly watched him read the back of the box with furrowed brows. Knowing that you weren’t going to be able to have Remus on hand made you miss him before he had even left. You wondered how you always took him for granted—how beautiful he looked when he was reading, or how sweet it was that he indulged in things you were interested in, always making an effort to know more. 

You leaned across and kissed the side of his head. Remus blinked in surprise, but knowingly reached to squeeze your hand. His eyes caught sight of the watch on his wrist and he jumped up, dusting toast crumbs back onto his plate. 

“I have to shut my case and put my shoes on,” Remus said, but still grasped the back of your head in his large hand, bringing you to him so he could press a hard kiss to your forehead before darting off. 

You hovered by the doorway with Sirius, playing with your fingers. James arrived, now dressed in a jumper as well as his joggers, spinning his car keys around his finger. He took one look at you and tutted sympathetically, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“He’s not going to war, darling.”

You made a frustrated sound against his chest. No matter how many times they all insisted it would be fine, it didn’t make the feelings go away. Your routine consisted of spending a lot of time with Remus when James and Sirius were being too full-on. 

“Alright,” Remus breathed, and stopped by the door with his suitcase and a backpack slung over his shoulder. He sent you all a toothy smile. “Are you ready, James?”

“Yep,” James said. “I’ll go and heat up the car whilst you say goodbye.”

Remus nodded thankfully and turned to you and Sirius. Sirius was the first to reach up and wrap his arms around Remus’ neck, dragging him in for a fierce hug. You waited anxious for your turn as they shared a kiss, a few murmured words and face pats, and then Remus had all of his attention on you. 

“Sirius and James’ll take care of you,” Remus murmured into your hair, stroking your back. 

“I don’t need looking after,” you insisted. “If anything, I’ll be taking care of them.”

Sirius and Remus laughed. He released you hesitantly and kissed you hard on the mouth. 

“I’ll phone you once I get there,” he said. 

“Okay,” you breathed, nodding and squeezing his hand until he was forced to drop it, heading for the door. “Yeah. Let me know when you get there safely.”

“I will. I love you both.”

“Love you too,” you and Sirius chorused back, and then the front door shut behind him, and with a soft click followed dead silence.

Sirius sighed and squeezed your arm as he headed back to the kitchen. “C’mon, baby. Let’s make us some food. I actually fancy some now.”

You forced a smile and sat back at the barstool, watching Sirius hunt for the egg carton. 

“I hate missing people,” you said. “It’s really annoying.”

“It is,” Sirius said. “Maybe we can use this to give Remus a surprise when he gets back, hm?”

You raised a brow. “That sounds nice. Like what?”

“We could organise his bookshelf like he keeps meaning to,” Sirius suggested. “Or bake him something to come back to. Maybe plan his favourite dinner?”

You beamed. “I like that idea, Siri. Sounds nice.”

Sirius smiled proudly to himself. 

· · ─ ·✶

Once James returned from dropping Remus off at the train station, the three of you spent the rest of the day watching films, completing the wordsearch at the back of Remus’ daily student paper, and making a hefty dinner. You sat around clutching your stomachs afterwards as Sirius flicked through the channels, trying to decide if he wanted to watch the documentary channel or one of the new DVDs he had bought last week. He was starting to build an impressive collection in the TV stand. 

“Please, just pick one,” James urged him. 

“Well, Film4’s just playing the same shit as last week,” Sirius said, “and I actually do fancy a film. That’s a new episode of Gogglebox, though, actually… No. I want popcorn, so it needs to be a movie. There’s nothing good on the film channels. Ugh, I watched this documentary last week. I already know the lion wins.”

“Put on the second Superman film, then,” James said. “I like those ones.”

Sirius sighed heavily. “Y/N, what do you think?”

They both glanced over at you, but you were sprawled across the large armchair, tapping your foot on the wall, eyeing the phone sitting on your lap apprehensively. 

“Darling, he’ll call when he gets to his dad’s,” James said softly. “Please, try to stop worrying about him. Remus is a grown man, and he’s perfectly capable of looking after himself.”

“I know,” you groaned. “I’m sorry. I just can’t relax until he phones, so I know he’s safe. He’s supposed to be there by now, isn’t he? I sent him a text, but he hasn’t replied yet.”

James checked the watch on his wrist. “About now, yeah.”

Sirius sighed as your face fell further. “Come here, sweetheart—help me pick something. You can choose.”

You climbed down onto the carpet beside him, in front of the telly, but Sirius grasped your waist before you could settle, redirecting you to sit in his folded legs instead. He opened the small cupboard beneath the television stand, revealing the stacks of DVDs he’d been collecting from charity shops and car boot sales. 

“What about James Bond?” James asked. 

Sirius huffed and ignored him. “You like Jaws, don’t you?” He asked you softly and picked it out, rubbing your back. 

“I made us watch that a couple of weeks ago,” you dismissed him. 

“We don’t mind,” James said quickly. “Whatever you’d like.”

You smiled and nodded, taking the DVD from Sirius. Just as you started to snap the box open, your phone began to ring from the armchair, Bowie’s Starman playing. Remus’ ringtone. You jumped up, and Sirius yelped, quickly grasping the DVD from you protectively. You raced over to the phone, holding it to your ear immediately.

“Remus!” You announced breathlessly. “Oh my gosh, I sent you a text an hour ago!”

Remus’s laugh rumbled down the other end, and you grinned, teeth and all. 

“Baby,” Remus’ voice replied softly. “How’re you?”

You sighed. “Missing you already. We’re about to watch Jaws.”

“Again?”

“Mhm. How’s Leeds, Rem?”

“It’s all grey and rainy,” Remus replied. “But it’s nice to be back up here.”

You hummed. “Oh, did you pack your coat?”

“Yeah,” Remus said, but then he sucked in a breath and clicked his mouth. “But I don’t have it with me.”

You frowned, brows furrowing. “How come?”

Remus huffed. “Well, that’s why I’ve not replied to you yet. ‘Been running around like a headless chicken. Some wanker must have stolen my case off the train. I put it on the luggage racks like I normally do, and I only sat a couple rows away. I think someone took it when it called at Doncaster.”

Your heart stammered. “You’re joking!” You cried. “Oh, Merlin, Remus! What did you do?”

“I reported it to one of the conductors when I got off in Leeds, but there’s not much they can do when it’s disappeared into thin air. They can’t find anything on CCTV, so I had to file a police report if I wanted compensation, which took fucking forever. Spent an hour waiting in the station offices in case it turned up, but nah. It’s gone.”

“What about all of your toiletries? And your clothes?” Both Sirius and James sent you concerned looks, and then glanced at each other. “Was your laptop in there?”

“What’s going on, doll?” James asked as Sirius climbed to his feet and headed over. 

“Nah, my laptop was in my backpack, so that’s okay. I’ll just have to buy some new stuff before the shop closes,” Remus said. “Dad’s house has soap and stuff. I’ll live. I’ll see what stuff I left in my wardrobe at home. I’ll have to make do.”

“Oh, Rem. All your jumpers,” you said meekly, and you couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to lose your belongings, things you obviously needed and cared about, when—

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. Socks. 

You could briefly hear Remus rambling on the other end of the line, something about going into Boots later for a toothbrush, but all you could focus on was the pounding of your heart and the sweatiness of your palms. 

“Let me speak to him,” Sirius urged. 

You handed over the phone without any argument, unsure if Remus was halfway through speaking or not. James went to catch your wrist, but you took off so quickly that he missed you by inches. 

You disappeared into Remus’ bedroom and shut the door behind you. You stared at the place where his suitcase had sat that morning, as if maybe he had just forgotten it entirely, but alas, all that was there was the rug. You pulled up the duvet—maybe you’d imagined putting Socks in his case since it was so early— but she was not there either. 

Instantly, tears began to stream down your face, hot and fast and silently, as if somebody had turned on a faucet. Your fingers trembled as you wiped them away, feeling incredibly stupid and embarrassed, and you sank to the carpet down the side of the bed, burying your face in your hands. 

You felt awful. 

Socks had been with you since the day you were born. She was your first friend—one that you had taken on every supermarket trip or new place you visited, where your parents would photograph you with her. You had refused to part with her even as you went to university, spending your most homesick nights cuddled up in your first year dorm with her tucked into your side. 

In no way were you still dependent on the stuffed bunny for emotional support, but she meant a lot to you. There was still a childish part of you that felt your stomach drop if you woke up and she’d ended up on the floor in the night, and a part of you that smiled when you caught one of your boyfriends absentmindedly cuddling her as they lay in bed. 

You’d planned on keeping her forever, and yet you’d been so stupid as to put her inside Remus’ suitcase for a long journey. 

You lifted your jumper to your eyes, hiding your face from the empty room as you cried. You weren’t sure how long you sat like that for, but it must have been only a few minutes when the bedroom door slowly creaked open, and you heard James’ gasp.

“Baby,” James panicked, and rushed over to you, an arm immediately sliding around your back, a hand cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. He cooed at your wet cheeks and brimming eyes, tucking hair out of your face with a concerned frown. “Baby, why are you crying?”

You tried to get the words out, but it was as if they were stuck in your throat like a lump. Your head met his chest as you cried, a rerun of your best moments as a child with Socks replaying over and over again in your head. You remembered when you lost her in the shopping centre as a child, and how you had refused to leave until you had her back in your arms. 

You remember your first day at university—when your parents had helped you unpack your dorm room and then made the drive back home, leaving just you, Socks, and the impending doom of loneliness. You’d curled up with her that night, tears of fear and worry making the top of her head slightly damp. 

Even last night, you’d smoothed her ears out of habit—and taken great comfort in the soft material that always soothed you through every heartbreak and mishap. 

“James?” Sirius worried, looming in the doorframe as if he was afraid to enter, scared he would see something he didn’t want to. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” James stressed. “She’s too worked up to say. Is it about Remus, darling? Are you feeling sorry for him? He’ll be fine—he said he’s off to the shops now, and he might get that jacket he’s been eyeing up from Marks and Spencer's.”

“That one he thought was too expensive for him,” Sirius agreed. “You remember? The one made him try on.”

You lifted your head from James’ chest and found Sirius crouching inches away. His face fell when he saw the state of yours, his hand hesitantly reaching out to hold you, as if terrified that he might make you worse. Usually, Sirius looked at what Remus was doing when you were upset, and he did his best to replicate. 

“He’ll look so good,” you murmured tearily, and the boys couldn’t help but laugh in a mixture of amusement and adoration as they cooed you further. 

“See? He’ll be okay,” James said, stroking your face. “He’s not worried, so you don’t need to be. There wasn’t anything in the suitcase he couldn’t replace.”

You sniffled. “That’s not true!”

Sirius rubbed circles on your arm with his thumb. “No, no, it is, doll, he’s—”

“I—I—” Your lip wobbled, guilt nearly eating you alive. You felt sorry for your younger self as well as, childishly, Socks, who would most likely end up in the bin as soon as someone rummaged around Remus’ belongings for anything worth selling or keeping. “I put—I put Socks in there!”

James went rigid, while Sirius deflated.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

His gentle voice made the waterworks start yet again. James held you tighter than before, your heart hammering now that the truth was out in the open. It felt more real. 

“I’m assuming Remus doesn’t know?” James asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You shook your head. “No. I just didn’t want him to feel lonely at night, and now I realise how stupid it was. I can’t believe someone stole his suitcase! Who would do something like that!?”

Sirius sighed. “Somebody pathetic.”

You lay against James for a while. He never once loosened his grip, not until you pulled away yourself, and even then, he smoothed his thumb in circular motions across your skin, his brown eyes shining worriedly as he kissed your forehead.

“Don’t tell Remus,” you said quietly. “He’ll only feel guilty, and it wasn’t his fault.”

“It’s not your fault either, honey,” James assured you sincerely. “Some people are just awful. They have no regard for anybody else.”

That night, falling asleep was particularly difficult. Without Remus and Socks, the bed felt so much colder than usual, even if you were wedged between Sirius and James, as if they were desperate to stop you from thinking about all of the silent gaps. 

The soft snores of Sirius did little to calm your nerves. James slept on your other side, eventually turning away from you. You climbed over Sirius after an hour or two, and crept downstairs into the kitchen, pouring yourself a large glass of cold water from the tap.

You sipped on it and stared blearily out of the window into your uni garden. The fairy lights were still on, very faintly after being forgotten about over a week ago, and all of you were too lazy to go out and flick the switch to turn them off. You’d all sat around the table, playing a game of cards with a case of beers that James had won at some rugby social. 

“Baby,” James’ voice was scratchy with sleep as he pushed open the fire door into the kitchen area, he squeezed his eyes shut at the bright kitchen light. “Are you alright?”

You turned to face him, and sipped more of your water. “I’m fine.”

He sighed, and sleepily moved closer until you were pulled into his bare chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. It did make you feel slightly better. He smelled so nice, like Dove soap, and he was warm and comfortable, and suddenly you actually felt relaxed.

“I know I’m not as good at cuddling as Rem, but I miss you up there,” James murmured.

You sighed into his sternum. “I just…” There was a lump in your throat. “I really miss Socks. I know it sounds really, really stupid.” You chuckled wetly. “She’s my piece of home, and she’s so special to me. I feel so…sorry for her. Wherever she is.”

“Baby,” James whispered, and held you even tighter. “I’m so sorry. Come with me.”

He led you back up the stairs, but before you went into Remus’ room, he paused outside the door and placed a finger over his lips. James disappeared into the room at the end of the corridor, his bedroom, and emerged with a small lion. Its mane was slightly knotted, its head sagging because of its weight, and it was adorable. He held it up to his chin and made it wave at you. 

“This is Lion,” James whispered, mindful of a sleeping Sirius behind the door, though Sirius would sleep through an earthquake, you were all certain. “He’s retired from cuddling, but he reckons he could try his best to make someone very special to me feel a little bit better.”

“James,” your voice cracked, and you grabbed him in a hug, crushing Lion between you both. You kissed him hard on the mouth. “I love you.”

His eyes melted. “I love you too, sweetheart. Come on.”

To your surprise, Sirius was stirring as you both slipped into bed, Lion tucked into your arm. He grasped your waist as soon as you were under the duvet, snuggling his face into your neck. Then he sighed happily, and fell straight back asleep, as if he had never been awake in the first place.

…

Monday couldn’t have taken longer to roll around, but once it did, you felt better than you had all weekend. Every time you thought of Remus, which was very often, you thought of Socks as well, and the amount of anxiety that came with the whole situation had left you with an uneasy stomach and a bit of a headache.

Your shift at the Student Union’s bar ended at around eight o’clock that evening, which was around the same time Remus was due home. You headed to the car park with a bounce in your step, slipping into James’ car. 

“Remus is home, I picked him up,” James said, and planted a hand on your thigh, watching with a fond smile as you beamed brightly. “He misses you like crazy, but he needed a shower.”

“Oo, yeah. Get rid of that tube air.”

“Exactly,” James clicked his tongue.

The radio in James’ crappy car never seemed to work, so the High School Musical 3 CD you put in as a joke during a group ASDA run months ago played on a loop. James hummed along before the song had even properly started. Oftentimes, you caught him singing Troy’s solos when he thought he was alone.

After five minutes of James trying to find a new place to park down your street, which was constantly filled with cars because of all of the other uni houses down it, you were finally home. He held your hand as you walked down the road. He didn’t drop your hand even when you had to walk in front of him because of the bins left on the road, or the mattress that had been there since you’d moved in back in June. 

You fished your keys out, but before you could even pop them into the lock, the door ripped open and Remus stood there, a jumper and his joggers on, his hair slightly damp from his shower. Your eyes bulged as you jumped into his arms, his immediately holding your waist. 

“Oh, I missed you! I missed you so much!” You exclaimed, and squeezed him hard. “Please never ever leave again.”

Remus laughed, and kissed your neck chastely. “I’d never leave you if I could help it. Come on, get in—before Jamie freezes to death out there.”

James chuckled, and kissed Remus’ cheek as he entered. Remus shut the door behind you both as you and James kicked your shoes off to the side. You followed him down the corridor and into the living room/kitchen, where Sirius was standing at the stove, stirring what smelt like onions and garlic. He smiled when he saw you. 

“How was your shift, baby?” He asked, kissing you quickly as you walked by to grab yourself some water. 

“Nothing to complain about,” you said. “Smells good.”

“We’re having your favourite,” he smiled. 

Your face softened. “Any reason?”

“Well, we’re celebrating,” Sirius said, and turned the stove down so he could join the three of you over on the sofas. He sat on the arm, threading a hand through your hair as you watched Remus rummage through a bag.

“What for?” You hesitated, and spied the grin that James couldn’t fight off from his face. “Rem?”

“Well, the boys told me about Socks,” Remus said, and watched as your face fell. “And I couldn’t believe it.”

“I told them not to tell you,” you said, folding your arms over your chest. 

He rubbed your arm. “They just wanted to be sure I hadn’t moved Socks into my backpack or anything. Besides, you don’t think I’d notice Socks was missing when I got back?”

You shrugged. “You might have not noticed,” your tone was suddenly glum at the topic of your teddy.

“That’s offensive,” Sirius claimed. “Socks is a part of us.”

Your mouth tilted up into a tiny smile.

“I harassed Trainline a bit more when I found out,” Remus explained. “And they weren’t replying to my emails because they’re fucking useless, so I thought I’d tweet them, because apparently it makes them reply quicker.”

“Hm?”

“Yeah, and I happened to see somebody else complaining about their luggage being mixed up, and Trainline not sorting it for them, and I thought ‘what are the chances?’ but I DMed them, and it turns out—it was the person who had taken my suitcase. They’d mixed it up with theirs at Doncaster station.”

You gasped. “No way! That’s such a coincidence.”

“Yeah,” Remus grinned, amused because you had yet to catch on. “So I managed to get him to meet up with me at Doncaster on my way back. I got my suitcase back, and he got his from his property.”

“Wait—” It suddenly dawned on you, your eyes bulging as you gasped, and the boys all laughed adoringly. “Does that mean–?”

“Yes!” Remus laughed, and produced none other than Socks from his bag. “Socks has returned with me.”

“Oh, Remus!” You grabbed Socks, squeezing her between you and him as you wrestled him into a hug. “Oh, I am so grateful. Thank you so much.”

“We should all thank Socks,” Remus said. “If she’d never been in my luggage, I’d never have gotten it back.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but smiled. “Yeah, I won’t do that again.”

You clutched her to your chest as James squeezed your shoulder, heading over to the stove to stir Sirius’ burning cooking. 

“Perhaps Socks is safest with you, my love.”

Remus kissed you tenderly, and you sighed blissfully, content now that all five of you were back in the same place. 

starry-eyed-moony ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

[stardefiled]

The first time Remus got on his knees to give a blowjob he couldn't get back up

[my-castles-crumbling]

mechanic shop au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 618

Remus absolutely abhorred bringing his car into the shop.

It wasn’t just the fact that it took time, it was the way the blokes who worked there always seemed to be trying to convince him to pay for something other than why he was there. If he came for an oil change, they asked about the tires. If he was there for the tires, they asked about the filters. If he was there for the filters, then he just had to do something about the coolant.

He knew absolutely nothing about cars, but he knew enough to ask his father when something sounded weird. He also knew that a lot of the time, the people in the shop were just trying to upsell him. He had dates set on his phone to do regular services, so most times, he just waved the people off. 

He also learned that the best response to their comments was ‘Alright, I’ll talk to my boyfriend about it when I get home.’

It was a good response for two reasons: First, most mechanics seemed to be afraid that Remus’s homosexuality might accidentally be catchy, and second, they seemed to respect the idea of a fictional, car-savvy man giving their input before Remus did anything else.

Fucking arseholes.

Still, Remus arrived at the shop one Wednesday afternoon armed and ready with his normal excuse, sitting anxiously in the waiting room as his car, Imelda, had her oil changed.

It was when the mechanic approached him with his keys and a printout that he completely lost his nerve.

Because fuck. This man was devastatingly handsome. Tattoos covering his pale skin from neck to toe, sculpted body covered in tight, oil-covered jeans and a black t-shirt, long, black hair pulled back in a messy bun, face decorated with piercings, the man–Sirius, his name tag said, and God that name suited him–was stunning.

“Hey, mate,” Sirius said easily, stopping in front of him, giving him a smile. “Just finished with the oil. “Just so you know–”

“Whatever it is, I’ll talk to my boyfriend about it when I get home,” Remus said quickly, excuse ready on his tongue, regretting it as soon as it fell from his mouth. He was single. And for some reason, it was painfully important that Sirius didn’t think otherwise.

But Sirius just stopped, tilted his head and blinked his beautiful gray eyes. “Pity,” he murmured softly, causing sparks to fly through Remus’s body.

“Erm…what?” Was Sirius going to say they had a promotion going on, or something? Half off a tire rotation with every oil change?

“That you’ve got a boyfriend. I was going to say, I put my number on the receipt. Just in case you have any…questions,” the man winked, clearly indicating that Remus’s questions did not have to be car-related.

And now Remus was floundering. “I–no!” he gasped, shaking his head.

Sirius blinked. “No? No questions?”

“No! No boyfriend!” Remus was quick to clarify. Fuck, he kept getting distracted by the oil on Sirius’s hands, the way his biceps peeked through his shirtsleeves. “I just…you know, I don’t know a lot about cars. People try to sell me things, it’s easier to say I’m dating someone who knows cars…gets them to leave me…alone,” he finished pathetically, wanting to melt into the linoleum of the waiting room.

But Sirius just wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a smudge Remus had the ridiculous urge to wipe off with his tongue, and grinned. “Well. If you ever need help with the car…or with dating a bloke who knows cars…my number is here. And the oil change is on me, by the way.”

He walked away with a wink, leaving Remus gaping.

[messformoony]

Sirius "you are too much" Black and Regulus "I'm never enough" Black are actually two ends of my sanity spectrum

[ladymacbethisasmash]

Anatomy nerd Evan Rosier freaking out everytime he sees Barty reach for anything because he gets to see all the muscles in his back and shoulder move.

[fleurisole]

Secret Admirer / Regulus Black

Summary: Regulus had always harbored a soft spot for a particular member of the Potter family. This individual stood in stark contrast to James, and being a Slytherin only seemed to fuel Regulus's obsession with the sibling who exuded a delicate scent of orchids.

P.S : English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any minor grammar errors. Enjoy!

Regulus had no intention in falling in love. Or was it all in his head? 

God forbid he would need an excuse to glance in your direction or steal a look every now and then. The young man wasn't about to let you slip out of his sight so effortlessly. First, he had to admire every inch of your body, from head to toe. You were now his target, his prey.

He was well aware that this endeavor wouldn't be a simple one, especially considering you were the notorious sibling of James Potter himself.

Understanding your brother's protective nature, being associated with the Potter name wasn't exactly favorable, particularly from an ethical standpoint. Being a Slytherin only intensified matters, as it made you a target for Dark Wizards, much to James' dismay. For Regulus, this meant that even initiating a conversation with you posed a significant challenge.

Regulus remembered the very first time he had met you. Like every love cliché stories, it was during your first day at Hogwarts when your brother had been the light of everyone interest and Regulus had the chance to see your beautiful face exit the train and your hair seemingly blending itself with the wind. It was in that very moment that Regulus knew what falling in love was like. 

Being a Black meant enduring Sirius's teasing at his whim, and with his family's significant legacy, observing his close rapport with the Potters, one might have considered themselves fortunate to easily encounter you during Potions class. You were slightly smaller than your brother, inviting mockery from him and his friends when reaching for higher objects, coupled with a persistent plea until the class's final moments. However, one time, Regulus seized the opportunity to intercept them before you. It was also the moment when both of you heard each other's voices. Your small “Thank you” and the smile you bestowed upon him were enough to stir butterflies in his stomach, followed by inevitable teasing from Sirius later that evening, as it became evident that your brother's attention was on the two of you. 

After the initial encounter between Regulus and you in Potions class, James couldn't help but notice you two’s interactions. To his surprise, he found himself growing increasingly concerned as rumors circulated about Regulus's association with the Death Eaters, and perhaps even darker affiliations. As your brother, naturally, he wanted the best for you, but witnessing the potential dangers of Slytherin influence, it pained him to imagine you being ensnared by such influences. Little did he know, he was mistaken from the outset. 

Regulus was undeniably a good person, a fact known to everyone. Yet, there was something about him that intrigued you even more. You couldn't help but notice from the outset the subtle glances he stole in your direction during class. Your friends occasionally teased about someone showing interest in you, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it, especially with your brother's constant reminders about keeping your distance from men, especially Slytherins like Regulus. Despite all this, Regulus was keenly aware that you were conscious of his attention towards you.

Despite your efforts to maintain complete innocence regarding your brother's request, you couldn't deny the temptation or the inevitable encounter with Regulus. Which meant, he couldn't resist drawing your full attention to him, resorting to leaving notes in specific places where you frequented. With his signature R.A.B.

As a result, you couldn't help but become somewhat frantic, eager to uncover the identity of your secret admirer. This lead to an interesting investigation between the two of you. 

This though first was brought up during lunch at the Dinning Hall. While he was away in his book, he couldn’t help but to notice and hear clearly his name being whispered from your own mouth. From this very moment, he couldn’t stop but to think— think about the endless dreams longing to hear your voice murmuring his name, begging to hear it, before it vanishes in echoes completely. How he would hold your hand seemingly, wondering off away from Hogsmeade to deep in the forbidden forest to admire the beautiful beasts you long wanted to discover amidst admitting it during class one time. Something he had not forget and it was these little details Regulus made sure of when the possibility of a real encounter. 

The encounter unfolded within the confines of the Library. As you embarked on your quest to locate a book recommended by your teacher, one that aligned with your fascination for magical beasts, fortune smiled upon you as remnants of the coveted tome remained available. Despite its widespread popularity for research purposes. Your satisfaction was tinged with frustration as the book eluded your grasp, just beyond your reach. Regulus, perhaps guided by destiny, seized the opportunity to intersect your paths. As he reached for the book he sought, a familiar fragrance enveloping him—the scent of fresh orchids that had captivated him since your initial meeting. “Perhaps a little assistance is in order.” He remarked, his voice resonating with familiarity, reminiscent of your encounters in Potion class.

However, on this occasion, instead of flashing your customary smile, your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected presence of the boy who might be your clandestine paramour. Despite the initial shock, you swiftly pushed aside such thoughts and donned your smile. Yet, your cheeks betrayed a different sentiment, flushing with warmth at the tender touch of his cold yet inviting fingers intertwining with yours. It had been an eternity since you had been in such close proximity to Regulus. Despite your inner turmoil and unspoken desires, you couldn't deny the longing for his company, and the warmth of his attentiveness towards you.

“Thank you…” Your voice, gentle and familiar, whispered to his ear, betraying your unmistakable affection for him. Regulus returned your smile with confidence, yet beneath the facade, a sly smirk danced across his lips as he handed you the book, placing it securely in your grasp. With a casual glance at the title, he feigned surprise, though inwardly he had anticipated your newfound research interest. “A fan of magical beasts as well?” He inquired, his tone softened, a deliberate effort to win the approval of your brother, something he knew he must secure to further his intentions.

“Yes.” You affirmed, though the realization of once again finding yourselves drawn together in such close quarters was a surprise even to you. Despite the shared space, your presence seemed merely a distraction to him, your brother's attention firmly fixed on Lily Evans. Nonetheless, Regulus seized every chance to revel in the pleasure of your company, carving out moments for just the two of you. The burgeoning attraction between you was becoming increasingly apparent. “Looks like we always meet in times when I am deed.” You confessed, acknowledging the truth of your words, yet Regulus finding this statement to be nearly impossible to resist the allure of such intense desire, passion. And intimacy with a man who embodied all these qualities. 

As tempted as you were to acknowledge those thoughts, and even to acknowledge Regulus's correctness, you merely shrugged with feigned innocence. It was a quality that had captivated Regulus from the moment he first laid eyes on you. He longed to possess you entirely, to the extent that he would endure your brother's fury or the sight of the Potter girl tangled in Slytherin affairs. Regardless, his sole focus was to ensure that you belonged to him and him alone. 

And much to his liking, James being in the same room just a few tables from afar your study had take knowledge of Regulus’s presence. How his thumb would be casually caressing your chin and lifting up slightly to have a the opportunity to feel his lips against yours. Just this once, and perhaps even more. 

“You know…” His voice deepened, his warm breath grazing against your skin. In that moment, you realized you had been momentarily blinded by his actions, yet a stirring within you suggested that perhaps, like him, you were in love. In love with a man who sought justice and, undoubtedly, someone to cherish—a person with whom he could find solace and belonging. Regardless of your brother's approval, he remained unconcerned. “A little bird informed me that you've been receiving letters from a secret admirer. I couldn't help but be curious about their identity.” He confessed, his tone betraying a mix of intrigue and oblivious.

His voice, smooth as butter, dripped with both passion and curiosity, eager to uncover whether you knew the identity behind the mysterious letters. Despite harboring your own suspicions, you simply shrugged, a casual yet teasing smile playing on your lips. As he reciprocated with a gentle touch, his thumb grazing your chin, you sensed the tension radiating from your brother, torn between throwing a punch or holding back. Simultaneously, you were aware of your brother's intense gaze fixed upon you, even though your back was turned to him. In that moment, it was clear that he faced a choice: intervene or allow Regulus to kiss you.

“Don't,” Sirius mouthed the words silently, fully aware of Regulus's capabilities. If there was one thing he couldn't deny about his family’s qualities, it was the sincerity of Regulus’s feelings and intentions, especially when it came to the person he loved. Despite the complex dynamics between the Blacks and the Potters, whether as friends or foes, James couldn't bear to witness his sibling's sadness and envy once more. And so, with a resigned sigh, he chose to let it be. “Fine, but if he dares to break her heart. I won’t hesitate.”

As Regulus observed your eyes flickering from his gaze to his lips, he sensed a spark igniting between you. The way he spoke to you, the words conveyed on paper—it all pointed to one undeniable truth: your secret lover was none other than Regulus himself. A delicate smile accompanied by a soft chuckle escaped your lips, leaving Regulus slightly bewildered, prompting him to tilt his head in curiosity. “Though I may want to play the part of the suspicious and oblivious recipient of secret admirer letters, I believe I've unraveled the mystery.” You confessed with a hint of amusement.

Your confession alone was convincing, but it was Regulus's sigh that truly affirmed the man standing before you. He was undeniably your secret lover, unafraid to show his affection openly, even in the presence of your own brother. Regardless of family legacy or expectations, he cared not. As he drew near, the library eerily empty, his eyes never straying from yours, you felt the gentle brush of his lips before they melded into a long-awaited kiss—a kiss you both had yearned for, dreamed of, and finally shared.

Before you could even catch your breath, your fingers tenderly cupped his face, softly stroking his cheeks as he savored every moment of affection, his eyelids drifting shut. Then, your voice, sweet and longing, broke the silence. “Kiss me. Forever.”

Without hesitation, Regulus complied, pressing his lips to yours once again, unwilling to pull away until he sensed your brother's disdainful gaze. From that day forward, you became Regulus's other half, bound together by love and defiance.

[tsukimirecs]

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

[cherryslyce]

Second Son Navigation | A Regulus Black Series

Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

Warnings: Story is not canon compliant. Includes time jumps. Magic lore is altered/not compliant with canon HP series.

Status: Completed (03.14.23 - 04.24.23)

Main Masterlist

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Chapter XIV

Chapter XV

Chapter XVI

Chapter XVII

Chapter XVIII

Chapter XIX

Chapter XX (Epilogue)

[soniaoee]

Regulus ladies wya

[chewing-on-lead]

[queerautism]

Hey so as the economy continues to get worse in the next few years, gambling companies are going to go extra hardcore predatory as people become more desperate. Yes, even more than they already are. You have to promise me right now you're not going to fall for it. No gambling, okay?

This is going to be especially bad with prediction markets and sports gambling, and it's already really fucking bad. But it also goes for loot boxes, blind box collectables, trading card games, and ESPECIALLY gacha games.

[lady-stardust1972]

remus and sirius grocery shopping, and remus notices sirius lingers a little longer at the makeup aisle

once they have everything on their list, remus remembers one last thing he wanted to get, follow me.

he takes sirius down the makeup aisle, casually picking products up, holding them up against sirius’ face, making a show of humming and hawing over the colours as sirius blushes

they spend the afternoon sitting on their living room floor with a hand mirror propped up on the bookshelf, remus flipping through some magazines they grabbed in the checkout line for their “girlfriends”, helping sirius figure out what looks good, what feels right

[amnmesias]

✶ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

a misunderstanding is all remus and sirius need to confess their feelings for you

your boyfriends pretend to not be interested in your family gossip

remus goes home to find you and sirius (lovingly) wrestling on the couch

more drabbles to come !

[starry-eyed-moony]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ the time turner part three | poly!wolfstar

pairing: poly!wolfstar x reader

summary: PART THREE (FINAL) when Sirius and Remus travel back in time for an Order mission, they come face to face with you: their girlfriend who died during the first Wizarding War

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content warning: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, grief, age gap due to time-turning magic, dark themes, morally grey wolfstar, gory scenes, blood, younger and older wolfstar and there is nothing they wouldn't do for you

word count: 7.7k

author's note: sorry for any mistakes. proofreading was attempted, but i am incredibly bad at it! also, inaccurate canon for time turning magic rules but i really don't care. this is the marauders fandom guys xx

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ navigation

read part one here

or part two here!

Getting the timing right on the time turner proved to be quite the challenge. Remus was already nervous about the amount of time they were warping and messing around with, and Sirius agreed that it was best to cut it as finely as possible—in order to not alternate too much.

However, when time flickered and they blinked back to the past, Sirius’ stomach dropped at the sight of the front door cracked open a little. It was pitch black outside and the lights inside the house glowed warm. The garden was still, not a single sound coming from anywhere besides Remus’ ragged breaths. 

He surged forward. Sirius grabbed his arm. 

“Remus, no,” he managed, “the door’s open. We’re too late in this one."

Remus’ face was strangled, his large hands curling into fists. “What if it’s not too late? We can’t leave her.”

He rushed down the path, shrugging off Sirius’ desperate hands. 

“Remus,” Sirius choked. “You don’t want to see her. You don’t want to see how he left her!”

“Get off of me, Sirius,” Remus snapped firmly, and the slightly shorter man was shoved backwards, stumbling onto the cobblestone. 

He landed on his ass, his hands breaking his fall as he watched helplessly while Remus stormed inside of the house. Sirius swore he could smell the sickly sweet scent of cinnamon from here. 

His heart was hammering in his chest like it had been the time had found you, stuttering and hard, violent and already broken. 

He didn’t hear a commotion inside the house. There was no screaming or punches or bursts of magic. Nobody came running out. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, only at some point, he was shaking from the cold as well. 

You were dead in this version, too. 

Sirius buried his face in his hands. He wanted Remus to come back so they could use the time turner and get out of here, so they could finally save you and maybe, just maybe, he’d never have to see that horrible image of you curled on the kitchen floor again. Maybe he’d forget all about it, and it would feel like it had never happened. 

Remus had been in there for nearly an hour when Sirius forced himself back up from the floor.

He found the confidence to stand by the front door, his fingers trembling as he held onto the door frame. Sirius’ nose curled, his face pulled together in grimacing agony. He forced one booted foot through the door. 

“Remus?” Sirius called pathetically, like a scared child, his voice wobbling. 

His ears strained when he heard what he believed to be a whimper. 

Sirius remembered when he had found you, and how one thought that had occurred to him then, and then every night in Azkaban since: He’d had to deal with it alone. 

He remembered how much he wished Remus would turn up, and how wrong it had felt to grieve you while Remus was off somewhere, none the wiser. He hated every second in Azkaban, with no clue how Remus was feeling, wondering if Remus had also wished he had been there. 

With that thought, Sirius took another step through the door. 

His legs felt like lead as he forced them through the corridor, the smell of baking becoming even more apparent in his nose. Then he saw the streaks of blood that met the kitchen door, and as he grew closer and closer, his eyes wider and wider and less believing, he found himself in the frame, staring at Remus cradling you.

Every nightmare came soaring back, and with it, the indescribable sensation of his heart being ripped from his chest and stomped on in front of him. His knees felt weak again, his whole body heavy as he dropped to the ground. Sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking…

Sirius choked and Remus finally tore his gaze from your face.

Remus’ back was against the kitchen counter, his jeans covered in your blood, his hands crimson as he cradled your body to his chest. Sirius could only stare at you, your bloody chest, your messy hair, your eyes shut. Remus was shaking as he cupped your head. His face was so pale it was almost translucent. 

“How could he do this to her?” He whispered. 

Sirius sat a few feet from them, his face as heavy as his heart felt. “Because in some sick, twisted fucking way, you have to mean the killing curse. He didn’t mean it. Not like he did with Marlene and her family.”

Remus closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. “She loved him.”

Sirius buried his face in his hands. “Rem, let’s go. Please,” his voice broke.

“I can’t just put her back on the floor,” Remus whispered. “I can’t.”

“I’ll find her soon,” Sirius tried to reassure him, though the words felt bitter and he felt sick at the thought that in the world of time travel, there was a version of him who lived in a loop, continuously opening that door and finding his girlfriend in a puddle of her own blood.

Sirius forced himself over and helped Remus to move your body back onto the kitchen floor. He placed his hands over your stomach, and he gently shut your eyes like he had the first time. Remus stroked your hair. 

“We can find her and save her now,” Sirius said quietly. 

“I want to kill Peter,” Remus admitted. 

He had the same dark look in his eye that he wore around the time of the full moon. Sirius wasn’t sure if he was supposed to try and comfort Remus, or if he was supposed to try and talk him out of it. All he knew was that he also wanted to kill Peter. Whether Peter lived or died had never been important to things working out the way they did—it only mattered when he resurrected Voldemort in that graveyard during the second war. Peter had been alive all those years that Sirius had rotted in Azkaban. If he killed him, it wouldn’t make a difference.

But the point was that Sirius couldn’t go back to Azkaban. The point was that he would be free, you would live, and Harry would come to stay with the three of you. Peter would rot in his cell, and the second wizarding war would never happen.

“Azkaban is worse than death,” Sirius assured him. 

Remus gave a small nod. “Let’s go then.”

The front door creaked open. Sirius went rigid, only moving when Remus grabbed him by his shoulders, hauling him into the pantry cupboard nearby. Sirius hissed as his leg caught on one of the corners of the shelves. 

“Baby?” He heard his own scared voice, slightly younger, and a lot shakier. “Sweetheart, why’s this door open?”

He could remember his exact thought process at that moment. Sirius had known something was wrong. He remembered thinking that maybe if he called out to you like everything was fine, then maybe you’d call back and say you’d burnt something in the oven and you were just airing the house out. Then he’d scold you for keeping the front door unlocked during the height of a war, but would ultimately kiss your pouting lips and sneak a slice of whatever you’d made. 

“Come on,” Remus breathed. “You don’t need to relive that.”

He wrapped Sirius’ hands with his around the time turner just as his younger version stumbled upon you. As the younger Sirius began to cry out, words of disbelief growing louder and frantic, Remus flipped back the turner and they were back on the pavement outside. 

 The door was open. 

Sirius turned to Remus angrily, tears pouring down his face uncontrollably. 

“We’re too fucking late, again! Stop making us too late!” Sirius seethed at him. 

Remus looked furious himself. “You know how temperamental this thing is, and it’s hard to get it right when all of that just bloody happened!”

“Wait!” Sirius called, and stopped Remus from grabbing the time turner again. “Do you hear that?”

There was crying coming from inside the house. His heart clenched and he nearly emptied the contents of his stomach over the floor. 

“She’s alive,” Sirius choked. 

Remus hesitated, chewing his lip. “It’ll be too late.”

“Fuck that,” Sirius growled, and he raced through the door first that time, barrelling into the corridor and through to the kitchen. 

Sirius had spent years wishing he could have been even a little bit earlier. If this version of you was already dying, he’d give you someone to hold onto. He couldn’t just leave you there. 

“Sirius!” Remus called after him. 

He could hear Remus’ heavy footsteps, but he did not hesitate. He nearly slipped on the blood in the kitchen, his heart lurching as he grabbed the white frame of the door to stop himself. You were laying there, choking on your own blood. 

“Baby.” Sirius dropped next to you.

Your glassy eyes found him. The crease between your brows made him coo, and he sniffled as he wiped at your wet face. You strained to open your mouth, a bitter smile beginning to form before your teeth clamped down, a wave of pain rushing through you. 

He held a hand over your bleeding chest. “You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re alright. Remus and I are waiting for you.”

When all you could form was a raspy breath, Sirius choked. He dipped his head into your arm. Part of him had always hoped that maybe it hadn’t been as painful as it looked. He doubted it, considering the sheer amount of harm Peter had done to you, but it made him ache so much more knowing he’d left you to choke on your own blood, cold on your kitchen floor.

“I know it hurts. You can let go, though,” Sirius reassured her. 

He felt a presence behind him. Remus put one hand on Sirius’ leg and the other in your hand. His throat was bobbing as he tried to control his sobs.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Remus whispered. His voice caught. “Sirius is right. We’ll come and find you.”

There was some sort of recognition in your eyes as your fingertips spasmed in Remus’. Your eyes began to flicker, and as soon as your lashes touched your cheeks, you were gone. 

Sirius beamed wetly, and laughed bitterly as he wiped at his face. Remus grabbed him and yanked him into a tight hug. 

“Fifteen years I’ve been desperate for just that,” Sirius admitted. “Not even to save her—I just—I just always wish I had been there sooner. So she wasn’t all by herself.”

Remus nodded, his words getting stuck in his throat for a moment. “I wanted to be there, too. I wanted to be with you both so badly. I couldn’t—I couldn’t stop thinking of you both alone afterwards.”

“We won’t be ever again,” Sirius swore, and grasped Remus’ hands so tight that he thought he might accidentally break his fingers. “All three of us. We’ll always—It will always be the three of us.”

Remus dropped his forehead to Sirius and nodded tearily. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

Salty water combined at their chins. Joined hands reached for the necklace hanging around Remus’ neck. They turned it, once, then twice.

This time, the door was closed. Sirius sighed in relief as Remus dug through his bag for the de-ageing potion that they had stolen from Hogwarts. 

“We have to be quick about this,” Remus warned, and Sirius only nodded in agreement, accepting half of the drink from him, both men downing it at once. 

The effects of the potion worked quickly. Like before, there was an uncomfortable jolt and then everything began to become slightly brighter, and slightly sharper, too. Sirius patted his face when he was done, blinking to rid the dizziness, and checked Remus over. He didn’t look a day over twenty-two. He pressed a kiss to Remus’ lips. 

“Let’s do this,” he breathed.

Remus smiled nervously, and took Sirius’ hand, leading him down the cobblestone pavement. He pushed the front door open. The aroma of cinnamon had become so normal that he hardly smelt it now, but his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he heard the sound of music playing through the record player in the dining room. 

Your voice chimed in quietly to the soft sounds of Fleetwood Mac, and Remus nearly choked on the memories of your first kiss with him. He always liked to put their self-titled album on because he loved the way you flushed, also remembering back to a time where he had you in his dormitory. Every now and again, after a few drinks, Sirius would put it on and sit back so he could watch the two of you dance in the middle of the living room, as if you were back in the Gryffindor tower.

He shared a look with Sirius, who smiled wearily. They both stepped forward until they were in the kitchen doorframe. The tiled floors were pristine, perhaps even freshly mopped as Remus scanned them, as if looking for drops of blood, despite the fact that you stood with your back to them at the sink. 

You were washing up an abundance of dishes and baking trays, your bright yellow gloves pulled up to your elbows. You grabbed the mixing spoon and stuck the end in your mouth, licking the cake mixture off when you seemed to notice the eyes on you. 

You flinched, your heart skipping a beat. “Merlin’s beard!” You scolded them. “You both made me jump.” Then you glanced at the spoon in your hand, your cheeks flushing as you dropped it into the soapy dish water. “Every great baker tests their treats along the way.”

You always said that. Sirius had forgotten you always used to say that.

Your gaze flickered across both of them, your face softening as you peeled off your gloves. “Are you both going to just stand there and say nothing? I am sorry for trying to force you both to work your argument out, only you don’t realise how hard it is to be in the middle of world war three.”

Remus cleared his throat. “Don’t apologise for that. You should never apologise for that.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “Have you talked?”

“We have,” he said softly. “We talked for a very, very long time.”

“And?” You prompted.

“We’re both the worst,” Sirius concluded. “We’re both irrational and stupid and over emotional, and you must be the kindest, most special person in the whole world to put up with all of our bullshit.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Neither of you are stupid or the worst. Over emotional, yeah. Irrational? Definitely. Especially you, Black,” you smiled. “But you shouldn’t say those things about yourselves. You’re both just scared. I’m scared, too. I’ve not been perfect either.”

Remus shook his head disbelievingly. “You have been perfect forever. Not once have you let us down.”

“Hm. Is that why you both stormed out when I was trying to help?”

Both their faces fell as if you had punched them. You furrowed your brows. The devastation that crept over their features was unlike anything you had seen from them before, and you wanted to ask them why, but Sirius surged forward and squeezed you into a tight hug. 

“We’ll never storm out again,” Sirius mumbled into your hair. “I don’t want to. I really don’t want to.”

You glanced concernedly at Remus, stroking Sirius’ back. 

“You were only gone a few hours. I’ve kept myself busy. I made some of that carrot cinnamon cake.”

When Sirius pulled back, he kissed you hard on the lips. 

“It smells amazing,” he said. He was sure it did, but he knew he never wanted to smell it again after today. 

You smiled softly at him, and then Remus reached across, and you were pulled into another kiss. Remus kept both his hands on your lower back, dragging you up to him, kissing you for slightly longer than usual. You held his jaw as you moved away. 

“I love you both,” you said softly, and ran a hand through Sirius’ hair. “I’m so happy you were able to work everything out in the end. What was the verdict?”

Sirius cleared his throat as you turned back to your dishes. “Erm, that life’s too short to hold grudges against the people you want to spend the rest of it with.”

You turned from the dishes, cooing at him. “Those hours away have made you smarter, Black. You’ve come back a wise old man.”

Remus’ eyes softened even more, if that were possible, and he melted into the back of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head dipping to rest in the crook of your neck. You giggled, but relaxed back into him. 

“This is the song that was playing when you first kissed me,” you reminded him, as he always did. 

Remus laughed quietly against your skin and swayed his hips as he always used to, holding onto you so that you were forced to copy him. He closed his eyes when he felt them start to burn, and tore away from you gently once he felt them threaten to squeeze past his lashes.

You didn’t notice the emotions that had stuck your boyfriend, and finished washing your last dish, placing it on the drying rack. 

“There’s magic for that, you know,” Sirius reminded you softly. He wanted you to stop so he could hold you properly. He was itching to. 

“I like the smell of the washing up liquid,” you said. “And I think the dishes are cleaner afterwards.”

Sirius watched you carefully as you placed the gloves over the tap to dry, and then popped your rings back on from the windowsill. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything came flooding back. Small parts of your routine that had left his head completely came rushing in now, to the point where Sirius recalled exactly which ring went on which finger.

He watched you grab a tea towel to start drying up, and it was then that he realised he hated what you were wearing. Your dress felt like a costume now; part of a scene that Sirius wished had never played out. Once you took it off, he swore he’d get rid of it, and he’d never have to see it ever again—not in the back of your wardrobe, nor in the back of his head.

“I still think that perhaps we should have that conversation together,” you said, a hint of nervousness in your tone. “I think it’s absolutely wonderful that the two of you have made up, but the things you were accusing each other of…” You shook your head, and faced them as you multitasked. “I never want to hear you say things like that ever again.”

Sirius ducked his head, ashamed. Remus was the first to speak, “You’re right. We can have the conversation tonight, if you’d like.”

“I was wrong,” Sirius admitted. “I never should have pointed fingers at Remus. Neither of us would ever do anything to put James, Lily, or Harry in jeopardy, or to help Voldemort in general. I just… Don’t even know what I was thinking.”

“Neither do I,” Remus agreed. “We are so sorry.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to us,” you whispered worriedly, furrowing your brows. “What if you two fight so badly one day that we can never come back from it?”

Sirius swallowed. “You worry about that?”

You nodded timidly. “I don’t want you to feel guilty. It’s just, sometimes when you argue, I feel this horrible sense of dread that one of you will take it too far, and we’ll all have to deal with the consequences.”

Anguish splattered Remus’ face and he couldn’t help but grab you, yanking you into a bone crushing hug. You squeezed him back, one of your hands wriggling to blindly invite Sirius over too. Remus opened his arm when he realised what you were doing, and you both grasped onto him. You felt safer than ever wedged between both men, your head resting against Remus’ chest. You could hear the soft drumming of his heartbeat, like your favourite song.

Your face pressed painfully against something cold and hard. Peeling away, you kept Remus at arms length and clutched at the necklace around his neck, your brows furrowing. 

“What’s this?” You asked, and then you blinked. “That’s a time-turner.”

Sirius stilled. “How do you know what a time turner is?”

“You had one. Back at school…” You said, shaking your head. “It’s all foggy. I’m just remembering now. I completely forgot you had one. Where did you find it?”

Remus pulled it back from your fingers. “I never had a time-turner at school. This isn’t… it’s not a time-turner, sweetheart, it’s just…”

“It’s jewellery I gave him so he’d forgive me,” Sirius attempted.

You scowled and shoved the tea towel at him. “Don’t you dare both act like I am stupid.” You folded your arms against your chest. “What have you both been up to?”

Remus cursed, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, just… Do you remember anymore of us showing you it, or is that all?”

Sirius had never even thought to suggest to Remus that they check his advanced Obliviation spell worked. It certainly couldn’t have been strong for the sight of the time-turner to jog your memory, either that or the laws of time-turning had some sort of effect on Obliviation spells.

You thought for a moment. “I remember Sirius being really upset—wait, no—Sirius was in the hospital wing, he’d been hurt during the full. You were showing me because—no, you were in the hospital wing, too. I was dreaming because I was stressed and…” You glared at the floor, and then back up at them.

They knew the moment it clicked. 

Your mouth dropped open and you backed up further, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. Your eyes darted between them both, suddenly brimming with tears. You held a hand over your pounding heart. 

“You said you’d come back to—” You breathed. “Oh, Merlin’s beard, you’re the same Sirius and Remus who visited me that night, aren’t you? You’re from the future. How did I just forget all of that? You said you’d come back to the day I die—is—is it about to happen?”

“It’s supposed to,” Sirius said roughly. “It’s not going to happen.”

You clutched your forehead, blinking rapidly. Remus placed a soothing hand on the small of your back, rubbing circles.

“Peter…” You exhaled. “Peter asked…”

Your legs became heavy beneath you and you slid to the floor slowly, your back against the counter. Sirius gulped at the sight of you, in that dress, on this kitchen floor. Remus knelt beside you, ignoring the clicks in his knees.

“You’re not going to die tonight,” Remus promised through gritted teeth. “Do you remember what we said about Peter framing Sirius?”

“Vaguely,” you nodded. “Yeah. Yes, I do. Sorry. It was three years ago for me.”

“Three hours for us,” Sirius mumbled teasingly, and joined you on the ground. “We’re going to get him tonight, sweetheart. He’ll be the one who goes to Azkaban, and you’ll live. We’ll all be with each other for a very, very long time.”

You buried your face in your hands as you thought hard. Minutes later, your face emerged.

“How will Peter go to Azkaban if he never kills me? He’s not committed the crime, then,” you said.

“He kills the muggles,” Remus said quickly, before Sirius could speak.

“Then surely he goes to muggle prison.”

Sirius’ mouth trembled. “You’re not the only person he gets killed tonight,” he burst.

Remus shot him a furious look. “Sirius,” he scolded scathingly. 

“Who?” You demanded, your voice wobbling, and your heart caught when you saw how upset they both looked, and it all pieced together. “It’s Harry, isn’t it? He gives him to Voldemort, doesn’t he? No. That’s impossible. You’re the secret-keeper, Sirius. So who is it?”

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a long moment. “Sirius was never the secret-keeper. It was Peter. James asked Sirius, but Sirius thought it'd be better for them to choose somebody nobody expected.”

Your mouth fell open and your eyes brimmed with tears. “But—but— So–so Harry dies tonight? Baby Harry?” 

“Not Harry,” Sirius grunted, and turned away in an effort to avoid you seeing his face.

“No,” you gasped, and you grasped Remus’ jumper, and this time the tears poured down your cheeks as if the faucet had been switched on. His thumbs wiped them slower than they came. “No, no, no. Not James. Not Lily! No! No!”

You smacked at Remus’ chest, and he grasped your wrists gently, closing his eyes. Sirius buried his face in his hands, as if to save himself from the sight. He’d never had to watch someone mourn their best friends before. It was like someone had ripped out the stitches he’d so messily patched himself up with.

“No!” You sobbed. “No, no. Remus. Remus, we need to go and help them. Like you’re helping me! We need to get to them.”

“We can’t,” Sirius croaked, and his fists clenched by his sides. You didn’t understand him in the slightest. “Voldemort wants Harry. It’s Lily’s protection that ultimately kills him.”

“You said he comes back anyway!” You bellowed.

You still didn’t understand. How could they just stand here?

“If we save Lily and James, Voldemort won’t die,” Remus said. “He’s winning right now, isn’t he? It’s getting worse out there. Peter is the reason Voldemort’s resurrected in about thirteen, fourteen years. We can send Peter to Azkaban instead of Sirius, and that will be the end of him. No second war. Minimal sacrifice.”

Your lip wobbled and you clutched him tighter. “There has to be another way. You worked it out for me. We can work something out for them, too. What if we can defeat Voldemort? How did Lily do it? Can’t we warn them?”

“It was Lily’s sacrifice that killed him,” Remus whispered. “Nobody could ever recreate such a thing.”

You turned away from them both and paced the room, back and forth, back and forth. 

“We’ll save Harry,” Sirius said quietly, as if that would make you feel any better. “If we’re all here, Harry will have a home.”

“He doesn’t if we’re not?” 

“He gets sent to his muggle aunt,” Sirius scowled. “And she’s awful to him.”

You wiped away tears, and then some more. “He deserves to be with his mum and dad. He deserves Lily and James, not us. I’m—I’m too young. He’ll be so confused.”

Remus hesitated. “Harry suffers a lot thanks to Peter. He lost his parents, but at least he’ll grow up knowing the sacrifice they made, and he’ll live a happier, longer life. We just need to stop Peter.”

You turned away from them, your chest hollow. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye. Lily rang me this morning. Harry was trying to babble down the phone to me, like he does. James was—he was trying to tell me about the costume he picked out for Harry, even though they can’t go trick or treating, and I was just—I was so upset about all of the stuff going on between the three of us that I was hardly listening. I didn’t even pay attention when Lily said she had to go, I can’t even remember if I told her I’d see her soon—or—or if—” you choked, burying your face again.

Sirius grabbed you, and wrangled you into his arms. “We will get through this together,” he whispered. “We will make sure it’s justified. I promise you that.”

You shook your head. “There must be another way to defeat Voldemort. There must be something else.”

“Nobody has worked it out,” he murmured. “Nobody but Lily.”

You rested your head against his arm, relishing in the way he ran his fingers through your hair. Your heart ached painfully, mourning the friends who weren’t gone yet.

“Can’t we work that part out later?” You mumbled solemnly. 

Remus joined you, placing a hand on Sirius’ arm. “Maybe one day we can come back, but… we’re not sure how much that would impact our timeline, sweetheart. The… If Voldemort keeps winning for much longer, there’s a chance he’ll tip the scales completely. James, Lily, and Harry would all die later, we could all die too, in battle. There’s too much possibility.”

“But you’re saving me,” you whispered, and then you pulled away to keep Sirius at arm’s length. “What if that’s the wrong thing to do?”

Remus swallowed. “Your death was completely unjustified and only saved Peter in the grand scheme of things. It damned Sirius, it damned me. It’ll have minimal impact on the outcome of the war, and…”

“A great big fucking impact on our livelihoods,” Sirius finished.

Your silence was deafening. Your eyes were slightly swollen, your lips redder than usual. You brushed your hair from your face and breathed in and out, focusing on the floor.

“How could Peter do this to all of us?” You croaked after minutes.  

Sirius caressed your face. “He only cared about himself.”

You tilted your head so his hand cupped your jaw, and his thumb wiped some water from above your top lip. His grey eyes watched you so softly, so earnestly, and you could see that he was breaking down inside, too. The thought of your Sirius spending the rest of his youth behind prison bars made your skin crawl. It made you want to find Peter and kill him there and then. 

“What’s the plan, then?” You mumbled.

Sirius reached out to kiss your forehead. “We get as far away from here as possible, so Peter can’t hurt you.”

“He’s going to frame you,” you tell him angrily. “Whether you are here or not, Sirius, he will try to frame you for James and Lily’s deaths, if not mine.”

You felt sick as your friends’ names left your mouth. You felt like you were betraying them for not helping. You wondered if Remus was telling the truth about potentially going back in time at a later date to save them once they knew how to defeat Voldemort. For your own sanity, you chose to believe him. 

Remus furrowed his brows. “What are you suggesting?”

The oven began to beep, and all your gazes flickered over. You switched it off so it would stop the noise. 

“Well, Peter asked to come over tonight,” you swallowed, and grabbed the oven mitts, placing them over your hands before retrieving your cake. “I made him his favourite and everything. I suppose it’d be rather rude if I didn’t welcome him.”

Both men felt sick as pieces of an old puzzle began to fall into place. You had invited Peter over that night and baked for him specially. You’d sat with him and talked, and he had killed you anyway. 

Sirius looked horrified. “You want to… do what? Let him in?”

Remus thought for a moment. “You want to trap him.”

“The aurors can deal with him, but if he runs away, we’re screwed,” you said. “And I’ll be damned if Peter gets away with it again.”

“I don’t know how I feel about it,” Sirius said. “You—what if he—what if he gets you again?”

“You two will be here. He won’t know it. I’ll get him.”

“We can grab him,” Remus said.

“No. I want to,” you scowled. “If Peter thinks he’s clever killing his unsuspecting friends, then we’ll have to see how clever he feels when I already know what’s coming.”

“No, no way,” Sirius shook his head. “No. I can’t—I can’t see it happen again—I can’t—”

Your eyes turned softer, and you grasped his face. “I want to get him. I am a capable witch.”

“More than capable,” Remus agreed after a moment, though his eyes were strained. “You should know that he doesn’t use magic.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No,” Sirius spat, and he reached over the counter for the knife that swam in the back of his head every night before sleep. “So I’m taking this. No chances.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly and your stomach flipped. “He—he—” You shook your head, and looked at the time on the clock. “It doesn’t matter. He’s coming over in twenty minutes.”

“Wait,” Remus grabbed Sirius’ arm before they could spring into action. “Remember when we cornered him at the Shrieking Shack? He turned into his animagus form.”

Your eyes lit up and you beamed at Sirius. “How do you fancy a trip up into the loft for that old gerbil cage I had?”

Sirius grinned.

── .✦

Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you heard the doorbell ring. You adjusted your hair in the mirror by the dining table, and nearly jumped when Sirius swooped out of the pantry cupboard to grasp your waist and drag you into a kiss. Your mouth melted against his, his hands shaking as he released you, and then you kissed the fond face of Remus Lupin, too.

“You know what to say if you want us to jump in.”

“I ask him if he wants to try the brownies I made.”

“Good girl,” Remus mumbled, and kissed your hairline. “Get him.”

You squeezed his hand and shut the pantry cupboard door, leaving them both in the darkness with their wands drawn. You exhaled and headed for the door just as the bell rang again. 

You yanked it open and forced a smile at Peter.

“Pete,” you greeted.

Peter smiled at you, a smile that you thought was nervous as you studied it, and entered your house when you stood aside to make room for him. 

“Shoes off,” you reminded him. 

You felt an odd sense of imposter syndrome knowing that you had done all of this before. You wondered if subconsciously you were changing your dialogue or if you had said this all of those years ago in the world Sirius and Remus knew you from.

Peter yanked off his shoes and put them beside a pair of Remus’ Doc Martens. 

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I’ve just had a really long day.”

He followed you through to the kitchen. You were hesitant to have your back turned to him, but Sirius had told you that you had both eaten by the time he had tried anything on you. You clung onto that information for dear life.

“What were you up to?” You asked. “Please, sit down. I made your favourite.”

Peter smiled tiredly. “Thanks, Y/N. Just some paperwork I didn’t finish at work yesterday. Wasn’t really planning to spend my Saturday filling out forms.”

“Something you would have rather been doing?” You asked, your teeth nearly gritted, but thankfully Peter looked too tired and wrapped up in himself to notice.

He shook his head. “No. It’s been really quiet for me lately. I was happy when you phoned earlier. I was going to ask to see you tonight anyway.”

“It’s a shame Sirius and Remus couldn’t be here,” you said. “They would have loved to have seen you. It’s been so long since we all hung out as a group.”

“Too long,” Peter agreed, and you noticed the way his gaze flickered to the table.

You reached for two small plates from the cupboard. 

“Phoned James and Lily this morning,” you told him. “Harry’s really trying to talk now, bless him.”

He looked visibly uncomfortable as you placed his plate in front of him. 

“Do you want a big bit or a little bit?” You asked, and put the cake between you both. 

“Little bit’s fine.”

“Oh, come on, Pete. I made this for you. Rem and Sirius won’t help me eat all of this.”

“Where are they both?” Peter asked, and accepted the large portion you put on his plate. 

“Both went out for a bit,” you said as he ate a forkful. 

“Ah. This is really good, Y/N. Brilliant as always.”

“Thank you, Pete. Glad you think so.”

You ate some of yours as you watched him, and you wondered what you had thought about in the past, when you had been utterly clueless. Had you been filling the space with all of your chatter? That was what you often liked to do with Peter, and then he’d always agree with you and add his own piece. 

He ate quicker than you wanted to. You’d hoped the more he had on his plate, the longer it’d take for him to get to this part. 

“What were Remus and Sirius arguing about?”

Your brows furrowed, confused.

“On the phone earlier. You said it’d be just us because they were upset with one another. Was it just typical Remus and Sirius drama, or was there something wrong?”

You put your pudding fork on your empty plate and pursed your lips. “Between you and I, the rat in the Order is really starting to get to them.” 

Peter frowned. “Who do they think it is?”

“Each other,” you said, and watched him blanch. “Yes, really stupid, isn’t it?” You agreed with a small laugh as you climbed from your seat. “As if good men like Remus or Sirius would ever do something so low and insane.” 

You turned to grab a cloth from the counter, and heard the chair scrape back behind you. You instinctively looked over your shoulder, seeing as this time, you knew what the commotion was. 

“Avada Kedavra!” Peter cried, and for a second you tensed, flinching, but nothing happened. You looked down at your hands, and flexed your fingers across the cloth, dropping it back down.

You began to glare. “Really?” You laughed horribly at him. “You come into my house, I treat you like a friend, and you don’t even have the decency to curse me to my face?”

Peter trembled, swallowing thickly. “Avada Kedavra!” He tried again, and then shook his wand. “Fuck! Why’s it—why—” he panicked breathlessly. “Y/N, I’m sorry—I have to—Why’s it not—?”

“You need to mean it, to kill me,” you snapped, and watched his eyes dart around the kitchen for the next nearest weapon. “You want to stab me, do you, Peter? Why? So you can frame Sirius for everything? So there won’t be an alibi? So Remus won’t defend him? So I won’t defend him?”

Peter scowled at her. “You don’t understand!”

“I don’t want to understand you. You’re pathetic!” You seethed at him. 

He tried his wand again. “Expelliarmus!”

Your wand flew from your grip, and as he moved to tackle you, the pantry door opened behind him and Sirius was on him within a moment, his arm wrapped around his neck, strangling. 

“Yeah, you know who this is,” Sirius spat viciously against his ear. 

“Sirius!” Peter struggled, his hands desperately trying to scratch the other man’s pale skin. “Remus, help—help me!”

Remus was already diving down as soon as Peter began to shrink. He had seen it a hundred times before, the way his clothes suddenly started to become too big. You did the same, rushing for him as Sirius blindly stomped on the pair of trousers. 

“Sirius, we can’t kill him!” Remus warned.

You found his fat little body and squashed him against the floor so he couldn’t bite you with his long teeth. Sirius was quick to grab the tongs he’d left out to pick Wormtail up, and he threw him in the cage, snapping the door shut. 

“You’ll be staring at bars for a long while now,” Sirius laughed. “You best get used to it.”

Wormtail scrambled around, desperately trying at the bars with his teeth and then his little hands, but nothing gave way and he squeaked and squeaked and squeaked. 

“We know what you did to James and Lily,” you croaked at him. “And the aurors are on their way. You’ll get what you deserve, Peter.”

Remus held onto you as the adrenaline wore off and you began to cry again. You cried for Lily, James, and Harry. You cried because Peter, one of your best friends, had just tried to kill you and frame your boyfriend. You cried because the look of relief on Remus and Sirius’ faces was enough for you to realise you had most likely just escaped a truly gruesome, horrible fate: for all three of you. 

── .✦

“What happens now?” You asked as you uncurled yourself from Sirius’ grasp a couple of hours later. “Surely your younger versions will be coming home soon. They’ll have no clue any of this has happened.”

Peter had been taken away in his cage, the most satisfying sight for Sirius who knew that Peter was about to endure the worst years of his life. Now that they knew Peter was an unregistered animagus too, there was no chance of him slipping through those bars the same way Sirius had a couple of years ago. 

Remus thought for a few moments. “We can Obliviate you. It’s most likely the safest option. The less people who know we meddled with time, the better. Once we’re back to our present time, the time loop will complete itself and become full circle.”

“So, when you get back, there will be a thirty-something-year-old version of me with you?”

“That’s the plan,” Sirius squeezed your fingers. “And hopefully we’ll have twenty years of memories to look back on. Ones you need to make for us now.”

You smiled sadly. “I like the way you put that. What if I remember again? It didn’t work last time.”

“I think the time turner may have triggered your memory,” Remus said. “But I’ll be returning this as soon as we are back.”

You hummed. “Alright. It’s strange that I won’t remember today. I won’t know I was ever supposed to die. But I suppose that’s how it’s supposed to work.”

“It’s probably best you don’t,” Sirius said. “We can leave enough memory that you remember stopping Peter, so when the aurors interrogate you, they don’t realise you’ve been Obliviated, and see us here.”

You kissed him on the mouth, your hand tangling with his dark hair. Then, you kissed Remus.

“Do it now. I don’t enjoy goodbyes.”

“You’ll see us both really soon.”

── .✦

You yawned as you finished clingfilming the sandwich you’d prepared for tomorrow, your head unexpectedly bumping backwards against a hard chest. Arms wrapped around you, and your heart skipped a beat when Sirius ducked to kiss your jaw. Your eyes flickered across the room where Remus sat at the dining table, Harry on his lap. Remus read his own book whilst Harry attempted one himself. 

“He’s converting him lame,” Sirius whispered against your ear, and you giggled. “James would be horrified.”

“James wasn’t quite as illiterate as you are,” you told him teasingly, and shrieked as Sirius wriggled his fingers into his ribs the way he did with Harry to rile him up. “Stop! Hey!”

“Siri!” Harry scolded, at the same time as Remus shot him a look. 

“Hey, hey,” Sirius held his hands up innocently. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“You hurted her!”

“I tickled her,” Sirius corrected him. “Shall I tickle you next?”

“No!” Harry laughed. 

“Then mind your own beeswax, mister,” Sirius played, and moved around to ruffle Harry’s uncontrollable hair—already as bad as James’ was. 

“He was just sticking up for Y/N, weren’t you, Harry?” Remus noted warmly, and squeezed Harry’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to stay seated.

They could see the look in Harry’s eyes—Sirius had set him off. 

“Yeah,” Harry said proudly and leaned back with his book. 

“Well, I’ve packed your lunch for tomorrow,” you beamed, and placed it in the fridge beside his yogurt and his fruit—you’d taken him to the shops that day so he could pick out what he wanted. “Are you excited for your first day of school?”

“No,” Harry huffed. “I like being here. With you.”

“I’ll be here when you get home,” you reminded him. “Every day. I’m not going anywhere, Harry.”

Remus stroked Harry’s hair endearingly. “None of us are. How about you run upstairs and get into bed and one of us will come and read to you.”

Harry nodded eagerly. 

“Who would you like tonight?”

“You, Rem. You do the best voices.”

Remus stuck his tongue out at Sirius, who played back.

“Alright, alright. Hurry upstairs then, Harry. If you take too long, I’ll miss my bedtime, and then we’ll both be grouchy in the morning!” 

Harry stood up and tucked his book beneath his arm. He walked over to you and let you routinely kiss the top of his head, and then he moved to Sirius and gave him a hug as always. Sirius jabbed his fingers in his ribs and Harry’s squeal echoed through the house. Remus hissed.

“Run, Harry! Or I’ll get you again!” Sirius called as Harry took off running and laughing. “Remember the only safe place is under your duvet!”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Good luck getting him to wind down,” Sirius smiled smugly at Remus. “Should be a piece of cake for you, considering you’re so good at the voices.”

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled amusedly and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “How bitter are you, Black?”

“Bitter is my middle name, don’t you know?”

“Thought it was Jealous,” you teased, and snaked your arms around Sirius’ thin waist.

Remus laughed and kissed you next. 

“I best put him to bed, then. I guess I have been selected.”

“Thank you, Rem,” you said warmly. 

“I can’t believe it’s his first day of school tomorrow,” Sirius said, and held onto your hands, relishing in the way it felt to have your front against his back. “Time has flown by so quickly.”

“It’s terrifying,” you agreed. 

Remus hummed. “God knows where we’d be without Harry. Wouldn’t change this for the world.” You smiled, and you supposed that, after all of the shit the wizarding war had brought, and with the loss of your friends, this was the best outcome imaginable.

starry-eyed-moony ᯓ★ˎˊ˗