Tolerate - Jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 700
“How do you do it?” Sirius asked.
“Huh?”
“James?”
“Oi!” James’ head popped up from where it had been bent over his Potions essay and he rubbed at the top of his head where something relatively solid had bounced off of it.
“I asked you a question.”
“Soz, Pads, but I still need another foot on this essay before tomorrow morning.” James pulled his textbook towards him. “Give me an hour.”
“An hour?! Eugh! Fine.”
Barely five minutes had passed before James was distracted again. Sirius had started sighing heavily and dramatically. James rolled his eyes and tried to block him out.
After another five minutes of progressively louder sighing and whimpers and fingers drumming on the table, James took a deep breath and looked up.
“What’s up, Pads?” James gritted out.
“Don’t worry about me, finish your homework.”
James knew the morose tone was put on, but he also knew he’d never get his essay finished if he didn’t give Sirius his attention now.
“You’ve got three minutes and then I’m going back to my essay.”
“Okay!” Sirius scooted closer to James side and leaned in conspiratorially. “I asked, how do you stand it?”
“Stand what, mate?”
“That.” Sirius pointed discreetly to the opposite side of the common room.
James looked over and saw Lily looking at Pandora with what Moony would call heart eyes. Lily and Pandora had been openly seeing each other for a couple of weeks now and of all people to have a problem with it, James would never have thought it would be Sirius.
“Mate,” James looked at Sirius with some concern. “Are you not okay with Lil being gay? Cause, that’s pretty fucked up.”
“What? Of course I don’t give a shit about her being gay.” Sirius scrunched his face up in confusion.
“Then why would you think I wouldn’t be okay with it? Do you think I’m some kind of bigoted arsehole? Cause honestly, fuck you if you think that poorly of me.” James started gathering all his stuff together to go finish studying somewhere away from Sirius.
“Prongs, mate, fuck sake, no.” Sirius grabbed his papers to stop him from leaving. “I meeeeean, seeing Lily with someone who isn’t you?”
Ohhhhh. Shit.
“Well, er, not really, mate.” James rubbed the back of his neck and tried to avoid making eye contact with Sirius.
“Why not?”
“Why did you ask me how I can stand it? You had a weird tone about it.” James fired back, avoiding the question and trying to keep Sirius distracted enough to stop prying open that box just yet.
“Oh, well, erm, no reason.” James watched as Sirius’ eyes flickered around the room, clearly avoiding looking at one person in particular.
James watched as Remus sat chatting away to Gideon Prewett, a man who James knew was not in any way interested in Remus and also that Remus was in no way interested in Gid, because he was too besotted with a certain curly haired lunatic sat way too close to James. James had to fight every instinct in him not to just shout at the pair of them most days.
“Mate, is there something in particular you are struggling to be able to tolerate right now?” James hedged gently.
“Me? No!” Sirius blustered. “Let’s get this essay finished, shall we?”
Before James could stop him, Sirius started riffling through his notes.
“It’s alright, I’ve got it.” James made to grab the notes back, but Sirius had already stopped and was staring at something in one of the margins. “Sirius, mate…” James tried again to snatch the paper, but Sirius pulled them out of his reach.
“James,” Sirius took a deep breath before he looked up and squinted at James. “Why is my brother leaving you messages and kisses on your notes?”
James’ eyes blew wide. “Erm…” James started looking around for a quick exit.
“Run.”
“What?” James croaked.
“Run.” Sirius warned one more time as he got to his feet.
James did not need to be told a third time.
He snatched his bag, his papers and bolted out of the portrait hole. Deciding to hide out in his boyfriends dorm until Sirius, eventually, calmed down…
@wolfstarmicrofic - September 5: The Three Broomsticks - Words: 411
“Hello there, beautiful.” Sirius leaned on the counter and wiggled his eyebrows.
Remus stuck his hands a little further down his pockets and pretended not to watch. Sirius had been blinking his eyes at Rosmerta since the minute they sat foot in The Tree Broomsticks. Whatever he saw in that hip-swaying, bust-showing bitch.
Remus knew, logically, it was the normal way for a bloke to feel. The way he was supposed to feel. If he hadn’t been a freak in more than one way, he would have probably understood it.
“Even if your presence alone is enough to brighten this gloomy day, don’t you think this weather calls for a honey scotch?” Sirius continued buttering her up.
“You know I don’t serve hard liquor to Hogwarts students. Not worth the trouble.” She said with a hand on her hip.
“Only for us? Your favourite customers?” Sirius fluttered his perfect eyelids and yanked Remus closer to his side.
Rosmerta rolled her eyes and poured two small glasses under the counter. “If anyone asks, this is just cider.”
“Thank you!” Sirius sing-songed and quickly put the money in her hand.
Remus was still fuming when Sirius pulled him with him to a corner table.
“For you.” Sirius slid one of the glasses over the table towards Remus with a keen smile. Remus almost thought his cheeks were a little red already, even though they hadn’t drunk anything yet.
Remus quickly took a sip of the golden liquid, buying some time to rein in his unbidden temper. It was so strong his eyes watered. But it was sweet and left a pleasant warmth in his throat.
“Was it good?” Sirius asked with twinkling eyes.
Remus nodded.
Sirius raised one amused eyebrow. “Worth all the butt-licking good?”
“Not sure,” Remus mumbled and smiled an embarrassed smile. He’d thought Sirius was so occupied flirting that he hadn’t noticed Remus beside him. But of course, he couldn’t hide anything from Sirius.
Sirius laughed a warm laugh and reached his hand over the table, resting it on top of Remus’ and suddenly his anger melted away.
Remus might be the wrong gender and the wrong person for his dreams to be possible. Sirius might not be batting his eyelashes at Remus, as he did left and right when he wanted something. But the soft secretive smile he shared with Remus right now, no one else got. And if he couldn’t get more, that would have to be enough.
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“I’m gonna regret this.” He murmurs shaking his head. “Fine, Pads. Just this once, I’ll kiss you.”
“Moony you don’t have to, I don't want you to do it because you think you have to.” Remus is smiling though and the tension from earlier has lifted.
“Do you want the Casanova experience or not Sirius?”
“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Remus steps forward again and there isn’t much space between them now.
“I’m not uncomfortable.”
“I don’t want to force you. I was just-”
“Pads?”
“Yes?”
“I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“Okay.”
marauders spooktober | day thirteen- haunted mansion I @deadkaywizard | 1,077 words | marauders friendship focus | pre-wolfstar pining
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“It looks scarier up close.” James swallowed, scratching his forearm.
“It absolutely does not,” Remus retorted, “unless you find gothic architecture frightening.”
“It’s inherently frightening, Moons.” Sirius’ smile was wider than their cheeks somehow, Remus’ film camera in their hands.
It was Peter who actually swung open the door to the old mansion, his eyes wide and searching. He ran up to a dusted-over photo on the wall and gently pushed his hand along it, watching as the faces beneath were uncovered and began to move. They all wore suits, even the boy, who couldn’t have been more than three. He smiled. “It’s got to be from the 20s, with fabrics like that.”
Sirius squealed happily, running in and stepping over and over on a particularly squeaky floorboard. “See? This is what I mean!”
Remus groaned softly. “What, just because it’s old means there’s got to be-”
“Don’t even bother asking that, Moony.”
“Well, if that’s true, why didn’t we just stay at Hogwarts?” His voice wavered into exasperation. “There’s ghosts all around the bloody place!”
“Well, these ones are different,” They smiled. “And are therefore cooler. These ones aren’t going to tell me to go to class.”
James kept himself huddled in Remus’ shadow, trying his best to keep the taller’s mindset rather than his own.
“Come on.” Sirius grabbed Remus’ wrist, practically dragging him up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the left, James trodding along behind.
The room was dark, lit only in the center by a faint glow creeping through tattered cotton curtains. Sirius snapped a quick photo before stepping in. When they pad up to the old curtains and touch them, the cotton disintegrates between their fingers, leaving behind only threads.
The other two follow behind. Remus did enjoy the mullions on the windows. At least there was that. His eyes traced along the beam and into the arches connected.
James’ shoulders bumped into Remus’ as he stayed behind, his body slightly hunched as if to protect itself. He’d never been so quiet.
Sirius set up a small recorder on the windowsill and spun to face them, their hands on their hips. “Right. I’m leaving this here, in case anything comes by to speak.”
Remus scoffed, but he couldn’t bring himself to doubt them this time. Not verbally, at least. He’d never seen them so excited before. Whether he’d admit it to himself or not, seeing that smile on their face made the whole thing worth it.
James saw Remus’ mind disappear, deep into whatever the hells he’d had going on with them, and he whined. “Reee-mus, come on! Say something silly to them right now, won’t you?”
Remus just shrugged, and Sirius smirked. There was something in their eyes as they looked at him. A spark of interest. I’m watching you, Moons.
“Look, as much as I’ve been rooting for this, for Merlin’s sake, can we all just-”
As if to spite the tone of James’ voice, a loud bang sounded from the room across from theirs. Something big, heavy, falling flat on the floor.
James gasped and threw a hand over his mouth, his other arm clinging to Remus’ waist as he hid behind him.
Even Sirius jumped, kneeling off into the shadows. “That sounded like someone threw it,” they whispered.
“Ghosts can’t do things like that,” Remus whispered back, hushed but firm. “If it’s not a creature, it’s a demon.”
“What creature can throw something that bloody big?”
“I made it maaa-aaad!” James was on the edge of crying, hysterical and clinging to Moony for dear life.
Remus groaned and wrapped his arm around the quivering little leach, slowly kneeling beside the open door. Sirius nodded and took the other side. With a silent count off on their fingers, Sirius and Remus leaned forward at the same time that James covered his eyes, and the two snuck a glance into the room across the hall.
The door had been closed when they walked in, Sirius was sure of it, but now it hung just barely ajar, an inch of blue-tinted light filtering through into the hallway. They swallowed, pointed to themself, to the door, and held up the number three.
Remus violently shook his head, making James peek out at him from between two of his fingers.
Sirius only gave one sure nod, counting off on their fingers before standing up. They moved before their nervous system had a chance to respond, their hand pushing the wood of the door just as it swung open, sending them toppling to the floor.
“They have vintage wizard cards in here!’ Peter chirped, his eyes bright. He held up his haul proudly- a shoebox of well-kept cards, six old muggle comics, and an old action figure of a superhero none of the others had ever seen before. “Hidden behind a massive old painting. Must’ve been a collector.”
He glanced beside his feet. “Sorry, Pads.”
Sirius only grumbled, sitting themself back up and dusting themself off in record time. “Yeah, sure. Forget it happened, please.”
At that, Remus smirked, chuckling softly to himself.
“Chut!” Sirius shot him a glare. “I get it, okay? You were right, it’s just some building. You don’t need to be so outwardly amused.”
James finally unlatched from his host, his arms instead crossing over his chest defensively. “Yeah, that was scary, Moony. Admit it or not.”
Remus only laughed harder, waving his hand defensively. “No, not that! It’s just-” He chuckled again. “Siri, there’s no forgetting it, you set up that damned recorder!”
This finally brought a smile back to one corner of James’ face, a small chuckle of his own joining in Remus’. Soon, the two were in near tears, leaving a very confused Peter and a very grumpy Sirius to stare back.
“A recorder?”
Remus had to fight the tape from Sirius’ hands before they could wipe it, for once grateful for the too-tall lankiness his lycanthropy brought him. The recording was his most prized possession, kept in a little box of memories under his bed. Whenever Sirius complained about him being lame for wanting to stay in the dorm and read his books, he threatened to pull it out, until eventually all he needed to do was drop his arm down next to the bed and Sirius was already wrestling him.
Did he abuse this? Oh, definitely- but Sirius didn’t seem to mind it so much, especially with Remus always letting them win.
