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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.

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someone pls write barty crouch jr imagines

and chronically ill reader

bc i’m a chronically ill reader :)

omg or mobility aid reader, like walks w a cane or something

chat where did all the marauders imagines go

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Peace and Quiet (Remus Lupin x F!Reader)

Description: Easter at Hogwarts brings chocolate, lazy afternoons and cuddles, the perfect medicine for one exhausted werewolf. 

Warnings: It’s really just pure fluff, it does not at all talk about the religious side of easter, it’s just a fluff piece with chocolate and cuddles. 

Tag-List: new tag-list, form his here if you’re interested :)

(A/N: for @ribbons-in-your-hair​ , this was so cute I wrote it immediately after the request thank you xx) 

It’s the creak of the dorm door being pushed open that first causes Remus to stir, to grumble slightly as he twists away from the noise. Instinctively though, his eyes have begun to open to a bright slither of sunlight slipping through a crack in the curtains of the, spilling an orange colour across the room and illuminating every speck of dust as it floats peacefully through the air. 

It’s the sun of an early afternoon, no longer shrouded by the pink clouds that had settled earlier in the morning, when he woke in the shack before being helped back into the castle and being given the Pomfrey seal of approval to be allowed to recover in his own bed. 

He twists back to the source of the noise, expecting one of the boys, coming into the check on him or to grab a forgotten item. However, as his eyes adjust, he’s almost startled to find (Y/N) stood by the door, teeth ground into a winced expression as the door clicks loudly behind her.

“Mornin’,” She smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, I was hoping you were already awake.” 

He sits up, rubbing his fingers to his left temple, easing the headache left by the night prior’s transformation. (Y/N) bites her bottom lip guiltily across the room, his silence filling her with a certain worry that she’s startled him awake, and into a crossed mood. 

“Don’t need to apologise,” He manages through a subtle yawn, “Always got time for you.” 

She lets out a gentle sigh as he pushes himself to one side of his small twin sized bed, flicking the corner of his quilt down as an invitation for her to join him. She kicks her shoes off quickly, skidding slightly across the polished floor in her socks and landing next to him in the bed with a twang of the mattress springs below. 

“How are you feeling?” 

He lets out a small huffed breath, already sinking back down into the pillow, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her with him. He mutters out a soft ‘tired’ as he settles them together in his arms, holding her to his chest. 

“Remus,” She laughs quietly, “But-” 

“Sleep…” 

“But the snacks will melt.” 

He freezes, releasing her with piqued interest. His heart warms at the sound of her light laughter, a peaceful sound to match the soft sun the creeps through the window. She sits up again, grinning down at him as she holds a paper bag up proudly. 

“It’s Easter, Remus,” She reminds, “I have enough chocolate to last us until dinner.” 

He sits up, taking the paper bag to inspect the contents, cracked lips spreading into a dopey grin. He uses his free hand to cup the back of her neck and pull her close to kiss the crown of her head in sheer admiration. 

“You’re brilliant, Love.” 

(Y/N) rolls his eyes, but her smile widens as she empties the bags contents between them, chocolate frogs and chocolates eggs wrapped in the spring coloured wrappers spilling onto the covers.

Remus is suddenly much more awake. 

“Figured we could just spend the day lazing around.” (Y/N) admits, “Just the two of us,” 

“Optimistic of you,” Remus reaches forward for a chocolate egg, “How have you bribed the boys away?” 

“An elaborate easter egg hunt,” (Y/N) explains with a slight shrug, “There only is one egg but the first clue is entirely in a made up language so…” 

Remus barks out a laugh. 

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).” 

“Well if they knew I was coming with enough chocolate for a small army they never would have given us a moment of peace and quiet!” She defends before softening, “And I just want some peace and quiet with you, Remus.”

His grin softens to a loving smile. He’s glad for more reasons than one to be alone with her, knowing if anyone were to witness him now, so shamelessly in love, he’d be teased for the rest of his life. 

“I’m just impressed,” He assures, “Thanks for doing this, (Y/N).” 

“No need to thank me,” She gives him a cheeky smile, “Anything for a day lying in bed and eating chocolate.” 

He tosses the crunched up wrapper from his chocolate egg at her playfully, pulling another laugh from her lips.

 The afternoon is spent in conversation, filled with laughter and adorned by the sweet smell of chocolate. It’s rare Remus feels so alive after a full moon, and part of him wonders if it’s the sugar rush, or the sun perhaps, but he’s almost certain it’s the girl sitting next to him. 

It’s her laughter, the warmth of it that brightens the room, it’s the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his own beneath the covers and her voice hushed for only him to hear even in an otherwise empty room.

It’s her.

By the time the afternoon begins to come to an end, they’re almost asleep, conversations slurred into sleepy ramblings and hums of agreement. It’s as they’ve finally fallen silent, tangled beneath covers still littered in empty wrappers, that the dorm room door swings open. 

“Oi, (Y/L/N)!” Sirius’ voice startles them upright, standing with two similarly unimpressed boys at the end of Remus’ bed, covered in what looks like slimy green scum from the lake.  “I have a bone to pick with you and you’re nonsense clues-” 

Remus nearly falls off the bed with laughter. 

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James Potter: 

“Hello.” You chirped, a bright grin tugging on the corner of your lips as you pulled yourself over the benched seating of the Great Hall dining table. “Hello, darling.” James beamed, his arm automatically finding its home around your shoulders. “You slept well, yeah?” Were his next words as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah. I was with you, of course I slept well.” You murmured bashfully, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. Even from your position you could feel the smirk on Sirius’ lips. “Oh, sod off.” You grumbled, a playful smile playing on your lips. You pulled away from James and you rolled your eyes at the whine that fell from his lips. “You have to eat, my love.” You laughed, but it was cut short when the faint sound of screeching flooded the Great Hall. “Oh, I didn’t realize mail was coming in today.” You mumbled, a small frown quickly adorning your features. Although you weren’t on bad terms with your parents, you didn’t necessarily get along with them. But who knew, especially cause they loved to attack you with their letters. James was quick to slip his hand into your grasp, giving it a loving squeeze before he pulled them to his lips and pressed a kiss your knuckles. There was a chorus of thudding as owls galore dropped parcels and packages across the four large tables. You sucked in a deep breath, your heart palpitating in your chest. There was a deep thud on the table in front of you and you could feel that palpitating heart of yours drop into the pit of your stomach. A red parchment envelope was stark against the soft manilla of the other letters. “I uh..” Quick to remove your hand from James’, you scrambled to grab the letter before anyone else could notice. However, you knew the efforts were fruitless when the eyes of the four marauders were trained on you. “I-I have to go.” The words flew from your lips as you swung your legs over the bench and ran out of the Great Hall. Your hands were quivering, breath shaking and your heart racing. You slipped into an empty hallway, and before you could even manage to open it yourself, the hissing began. “(Y/N) (L/N)! If you think for a SECOND that we sent you to this FOOLISH school to have affairs with a BOY, you are in for a treat. If I find that you’re continuing this relationship and not focusing on your studies, your abilities to attend the school will be REVOKED and you will be PUNISHED! When your father gets his hands on you, child...” The rest of the words fell numb to your ears when you realized that your attempts to hide were foolish; every word that flew from the letter had reached the ears of every student and teacher of Hogwarts. A familiar warmth crept up the sides of your necks and travelled all the way to the tops of your ears. There was another hiss and the letter ripped itself to shreds. Your eyes travelled to the left, where James was hurriedly rushing to your side in an attempt to make sure you were alright. There was a faint ringing in your ears, and before you could even register what was happening, tears were pouring down your cheeks. “J-James.” You choked out, your deft fingers curling into the soft material of his onyx sweater. His hands were quick to pull you into his open chest, and he was careful as he brought you to the ground when your knees buckled. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He crooned, quickly pulling you closer into his embrace and sponging kisses all along your hairline. “I-It hurts.” You stuttered, your frame shivering in his hold. “S-So bad.” James hummed something in response, and you weren’t able to register it, but you were quick to whine when he pulled away to pull off his sweater. He pulled down it and over your shaking form and gently cupped your face to kiss your forehead. “You’re gonna stay with me and the ‘rents, yeah? We’ll have our own little party with Pads.” He cooed, pushing back strands of hair that had stuck to your damp cheeks. “B-But..” “No buts. Butts are for sitting.” 

(I’M SORRY THEY KEEP GETTING LONGER I CAN’T HELP IT)

Sirius Black: 

“Well, in all honest, Jane, I don’t think you should be scared to go for it, he obviously -” Your conversation with your roommate was cut short with a curt knock to the mahogany wood of the door. “I’ll get it.” You frowned, sliding off your plush mattress before carefully opening up the door to reveal a disheveled Lily Evans. “Oh,” You let a smile dance on your lips. “Hey Lils! What’s up? On a normal occasion, you would have been more than happy to see her, but it was quite late in the night and it was unusual for the ginger to be coming to your door at this time. The girl shared a weak smile with you before ushering you outside. “It’s Sirius. There’s something wrong.” The smile that once adorned your features dropped, and it felt as though the air in your lungs vanished. A plethora of different worried flashed with your mind and it was as though Lily could see the pain in your eyes because she was quick to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “He’s okay, don’t worry. Well, physically. James came and got me. There’s something wrong. I don’t know any details but-” You pulled her into a quick hug. “Thank you for getting me. You have no clue how much this means to me.” Although you weren’t extraordinarily close with the girl, you were good friends, especially because the two of you were dating the infamous duo of Hogwarts. You hurried down the porcelain steps that lead to the girls dormitories, but you were soon running up the ones to the boys dorms, Lily hot on your heels. You disregarded James rushing over to Lily, Remus trying to find his wand to help, and the absence of Peter. The only thing you could focus on was defeated-looking boy with the disheveled raven locks and the lost look in his grey eyes. “Sirius, baby?” You carefully dropped to your knees and cupped his face in your hands before you situated yourself on his lap. “You okay?” You cooed quietly, your fingers brushing away the strands of hair that had managed to fall into his line of view. “Come back to me, my love. Come back. I’m here. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You murmured, all the while pressing soft kisses along the planes of his cheeks. You watched as he finally peered up at you through is waterlogged lashes to only break down again. His broad shoulders shook with every sob that racked his body, and you could all but watch as his hands traveled up to cover his reddening face. You gently pried them off and kissed his palms before pulling him into your chest. His arms wound around your waist and tugged you in closer, impossibly closer. In the midst of brushing your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him, you looked up to see Remus standing above his bed with a bewildered look in his eyes. “What happened?” You asked quietly, glancing down briefly when Sirius’ sobs grew louder. “You’re okay, darling. Take deep breaths for me, yeah? You’re okay.” You crooned, and looked back up at Remus. “I-It was a nightmare. He had finally gone to bed early, or fell asleep early, and he was fine. He was fine..” His voice trailed off to a whisper. He cleared his throat. “A few hours passed and he woke up in a cold sweat. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t do anything but sob and cream and cry out for you.” He sighed, sitting on the bed. “When we finally managed to calm him down a little bit, he mentioned it being his family.” He sighed, running his hands through his sandy brown quiff. Your tongue peeked out from its hiding spot and it ran over your plump lips. While you and Remus were talking, Sirius had managed to catch his breath. He was still shaking a bit, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. You slowly pulled him away and cupped his face to get a better look into his eyes. “S’gonna be okay. I’ll stay tonight, alright? We’ll get through this.” You carefully coaxed him to his feet. “Promise?” His voice was small. “On my life.” 

(again.. i’m sorry.)

Remus Lupin: 

Ever since Remus had mustered up the courage to tell you of the disease that took control of him every month, he was anxious. He trusted you with everything he had, and thus it wasn’t trust that brought him to tears. It was the doubt and the worry that he would one day hurt you. It was inevitable, right? The beast within, the monster that he knew he was plagued his mind like no other. On a normal basis, Sirius, James and Peter were able to coax him out of the toxic mindset and remind him that he was worth it, and was not a monster. However, this time, he had gotten so far deep into his own thoughts that he was certain that he’d never make it through. The boys had gone out to get some chocolate for him, and here he was, curled up in a tight ball upon his red comforter, anxious tears streaming down his freckled cheeks. He hiccuped in his attempts to breath, and he could barely see his shaking hands through his waterlogged lashes. In a mere coincidence, you were making your way up to the dormitory because you were planning to steal another one of your boyfriend’s shirts. However, as soon as the wooden door swung open, your previous plans flew out the window. “Remus, you okay?” You asked, although you knew the answer to that question. You closed the door behind you and made your way over to the trembling boy. “Talk to me.” You crooned, carefully, peeling his arms away from his legs so that you could get a good look at his features. His eyes were red and puffy, his freckled cheeks were flush with color, his nose were peppered with specks with red, and worst of all, his lips were set into a deep frown. “Talk to me.” You repeated, sliding onto the bed next to him so that you could pull him into your embrace. He was quick to flinch away from your touch, which brought a frown to your lips. It took you a few seconds, but you were able to recognize that it wasn’t you he was scared of, it was himself. Refusing to let him believe this, you pulled him into a tight hug, and didn’t let go. “You are not a monster, you hear me? You’re the love of my life, the sun to my stars, the light of my life.” You whispered quietly, only letting go to run your hands through his hair. Remus didn’t respond, but sniffed quietly, and turned his face to finally peek up at you. Leaning down, you kissed his forehead with a small sigh before you rested your cheek there. “You are so much more than this disease, my love. So much more. You’re the man that helps me get out of bed in the morning, the one who puts a smile on my face; the one who helps me study when no one else will. There’s no reason to be upset about something you can’t control, darling.” You reminded him, your other hand now tracing small circles on the small of his back. Remus continued to remain silent. “So focus on the things you can. Like remembering that you are worth everything and more. And that you have an amazing girlfriend by your side who will support you no matter what.” That comment pulled at the corners of his lips. “Or that you’re a brilliant boy that has an amazing future ahead of him. A boy that’s destined for greatness. You deserve all the happiness in the world, my love. Don’t you ever forget that.” Remus reached up to rub the tears from his brown eyes. “You know that you’re the one thing that truly makes me happy in life, yeah?” He smiled weakly. This brought a blush to the apples of your cheeks. “Then I will always be here. Forever and ever.” You told him, adjusting your positions so that you were face to face. “I love you so much my heart hurts.” You crooned, cupping his face and kissing him softly. The boy smiled weakly and pulled you into an even tighter embrace. “If you think that’s love, you should see what I feel for you.” 

(EEK hope you guys like it)

[heathendolan]

How do you think the marauders will react watching tangled for the first time ( assuming it existed at their time ) ?

oh my god what a damn prompt i love this

“Peter!” Sirius cried, throwing his head back in a theatrical wail. 

“I-I’m coming!” Peter called back, jostling around with armfuls of popcorn bags. “Almost burnt them,” he chuckled, plopping on the left side of James.

Remus sauntered in, eyeing the couch overstuffed with boys. Sirius patted the spot beside him loudly, practically begging Remus to snuggle into his side, and Remus, cool and collected, as usual, waltzed over and slid into the spot easily, despite his excitement.  

“Put the damn movie in!” Sirius shouted, haphazardly wrapping blankets around him and Remus. 

“Sirus,” Remus chastized. 

“Sorry.”

And about halfway through the film, it was clear to James that Sirius wasn’t going to shut up anytime soon. Per usual. 

“Remus, Remus who has better hair, me, or Rapunzel?” Sirius prodded, poking Remus’s side.

“Rapunzel,” James piped in, smirking into his handful of popcorn. 

Sirius gasped. “There’s no way.”

“Sirius, she literally has solid gold hair. You tell me.”

“This hair is worth solid gold,” Sirius sniffed, running a hand through his mane.

“I don’t know, if anyone you’re Flynn Rider,” Peter giggled.

“Flynn- What!” Sirius choked, flinging half the contents in his popcorn bowl over the couch. “Flynn!”

Remus eyed him quizzically, pursing his lips. “Petey has a point. You look just like him, and you’re both awfully egotistical.” 

“I second that,” James snorted. 

“Okay, then who is the princess?” Sirius scoffed.

“You,” the other three chimed in.

“Exactly!” 

“You’re always the princess,” Remus snorted. “You are a princess.”

“But,” James continued on, gesturing to the screen. “I think you’d make a fine chameleon too. And Gothel, too.” 

Remus nodded in agreement, still staring down Sirius like he had a mystery to solve. “You’re a one-man act, Sirius.”

Sirius sighed dramatically. “It’s cause I have more talent than any of you. None of you could ever be fit as such fine characters.”

“Please,” Remus drawled. “The horse screams James.”

“The horse has a damn name. Call me Maximus from here on out,” James smirked.

“Maximus Evans. Oh, how cute,” Sirius sneered, awaiting James’s riot of a reaction. 

“You think so?” James smiled hopefully, reaching forward for the remote and pausing the film. “Just last week Evans was asking around for a quill and low and behold, I had one-”

The other three just groaned.