#james and sirius and remus are qpps

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Day 2 - Prongsfoot Week 2023

What’s your favorite type of Prongsfoot Story?  And if you’ve written it - link it?

oooof okay. very very repetitive, perhaps even boring, answer.

1. outsider pov.

i know, i know, everyone is fed up of me saying the exact same thing every time but i just!!! can’t get over it!!! these two are so ripe for random people being baffled/awed/horrified by their relationship 😭 i love an outside-in perspective on how they are bc for them, everything is routine, it’s just how things are. it’s only when u pan the camera out that u realise no, they’re the exception not the norm.

i’ve written one—from remus’ pov. this one from lily’s pov kinda also counts. id put both of them in the qpp side of things tho tbh.

2. omegaverse

spicing it up a lil this time ;) even tho i’ve not read many, i’m just. a sucker for this universe and omega sirius with alpha james will have my heart always <3

3. genderbent j/s

id blame dani and our arranged marriage fic for this but to be fair, i’ve always loved genderbending. keeping true to the characters while making such a broad change is just. delicious. and i love it when m/f friendships r transgressive n u just know prongsfoot will be exactly that. there’s a fic (two?) where jamie and sirius r bestfs and they still sneak into each others dorms/beds and act basically the same and it’s the best. i love it.

4. james coming back to life

i’m very sure that every single person who has this in their answers today is in this position bc of em and their wonderful fic and i’m not an exception but gosh, what a top tier trope. james coming back, being all protective and righteous and ready to fight for sirius in a way no one has done before. it’s just. exquisite. the perfect mix of angst and maybe age gap and love.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

what if...

Sirius and Remus “die” during the first war and James is in mourning and is kind of lost and then one day like three years afterwards he finds them alive and well in a Muggle coffee shop. They’re married and have four kids, all Harry’s age (Draco, Hermione, Luna, and Newt), and James is ecstatic to see them. But they have no idea who he is or what magic is. The Death Eaters that captured them Obliviated them and subdued Remus’ werewolf so they’d believe they were Muggles, making them the ultimate punishment to the Potters for killing Voldemort - Remus and Sirius would be left alive, but always just out of reach.

[aroacehogwarts]

Demiro ace Indian James in a qpr with Sirius (who is in a romantic relationship with demiro bisexual Remus)?

This one’s depressing with implications of child abuse, so even though it ends on a happier note, I’m just going to go ahead and stick the whole thing under a read more. Hope this is okay!

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James has seen his loved ones in all sorts of bad states. Dad didn’t talk for a month after his younger brother died. He barely ate, barely got out of bed. He lost so much weight that he became noticeably gaunt. The shadows under his eyes were so dark they seemed drawn on. James had worried that his father might die, but his mother gave him strained smiles and told him it would be all right, and eventually it was. With everlasting patience, support, and strength, mum had kept it together for everyone until dad processed his grief enough to start living again. Remus, of course, had his furry little problem, which also brought about bouts of depression, not to mention how physically torn up he would be for days after. James had laid awake many a nights worrying that his best friend would tear himself apart too much to recover. Yet Remus kept on trucking, something James was thankful for every single day. Lily had been in a bad way when her sister disowned her, running away from school for a few days while James worried she had killed herself, until he tracked her down at the Hog’s Head, an absolute mess - but alive. She talked horridly about herself for the next month, as James channeled his mum, trying to help her through her grief.

But James has never seen any of his loved ones in as bad a state as Sirius is now. His arm is certainly broken and his nose is dripping blood and he’s even walking funny - and that’s just what James can see - but none of this has stopped him. The bang outside their house and rattling of windows had dad sitting up and asking “The Knight Bus?” and not a moment later had there been frantic, angry knocking at their door. Dad had insisted on opening the door, barely stepping back in time to avoid being barreled over by a furious Sirius. He’d arrived half an hour ago now and had not stopped ranting nor pacing since. James’ dad had quietly backed out, putting a gentle hand on James’ shoulder. “I think it’s for you,” he’d said, then left, perhaps to call mum, who was visiting her ailing parents.

James couldn’t understand much of what Sirius was saying through the snot and tears and the ugly way his voice kept cracking. He’d never been so terrified for a loved one before. He worried about his qpp over the summers, knowing his family was, to say the least, disappointed in Sirius’ choices and beliefs, but he had never outright feared for him. It hit him suddenly that perhaps Sirius had not even begun to tell him how his home life really was. He was afraid Sirius might end up killing himself if he did not sit down and rest his injuries. Touching Sirius was out of bounds right now - his body language was all wrong, worse than when he usually became averse to touching, and could set him off worse. He didn’t seem to hear a thing James was saying. Desperate, he kneeled down to the fireplace as Sirius ranted behind him. He threw the floo powder, stuck his head in, and shouted for Remus.

The Lupin household was dark and quiet. “MOONY!” James yelled, the situation hitting him hard in the silence of his friend’s house, causing tears to prickle in his eyes. “MOONY, IT’S SIRIUS! HE NEEDS US! PLEASE, MOONY!” he shouted, becoming more and more panicked, suddenly feeling like he needed to check and make sure Sirius was indeed still at his house. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and Sirius’ angry, upset noises flooded back.

Sirius was his qpp. Why didn’t he know what to do here? His hands balled up in fists, as if to fight off his own helplessness. Okay, touch and hearing were out of the question. That left sight, smell, and taste. With shaky hands, James stood, telling his qpp, “Sirius, I’m here. I’m just going to the kitchen. You can follow me if you want, but I can probably still hear you from there.” Even though Sirius wasn’t responding directly to him, James still felt he should try. Sirius did not follow him to the kitchen, where he put on some water to boil, then rifled through the fridge. Hogwarts didn’t have much in the way of Indian food (which was currently all of what their fridge was stocked with), so he wasn’t sure what Sirius might like. He picked the yellow curry to be safe and pulled out the big tub of it. James had pulled out a pot and was dumping all of the curry into it when Sirius wandered into the kitchen, still ranting and pacing. 

James turned the stove all the way up to get the curry re-heating and aromatic, then busied himself with picking out a nice, fragrant tea. He set the tea to steep, placing it on the table, closer to Sirius. He’d just sat down at the table and picked up one of the mangoes from the bowl in the middle of the table, playing with it to keep his hands busy, when a flash of green burst from the living room. A shabby, sleepy looking Remus appeared in the kitchen door, looking panicked and terrified. His expression did not improve as he took in the state of his boyfriend, but James felt the weight lift just a little. Remus finally looked at James. “How long?”

“Less than an hour. I haven’t gotten any response from him yet. Touching is definitely a no. I put on the food and tea hoping that might help, um, be more calming than I am.”

Remus nodded. “Sirius?” he asked. “Sirius?” He tried standing in Sirius’ path, but Sirius walked around him twice before seeming to acknowledge his presence. Perhaps it was simply Remus being there or maybe the comfort of tea and food finally registered or perhaps the adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was catching up, but Sirius finally stopped. He stared at Remus, confused where he’d come from. James saw the exact moment that Sirius broke, then, saw it in his eyes. Without even realizing he was moving, James darted out of his chair towards Sirius, barely managing to catch him and protect him from the fall as he fainted. Remus hovered anxiously over James’ shoulder.

“Here, I’ll go get the couch pillows,” Remus offered, as James nodded, relieved that Remus had made the choice of whether or not to move Sirius. His qpp was likely to still not want to be touched when he regained awareness, and James didn’t want to make it any worse. Remus came back with what seemed like every single pillow around James’ house. They worked together to prop them around Sirius, trying to make sure he was comfortable. As Remus fussed with the pillows, being especially careful of his boyfriend’s arm, James got up to stir the curry and turn it down. He got out three mugs and placed them at the table.

Sirius’ eyes fluttered, and he groaned, making James’ heart lurch in his chest. Sirius had always been there for James. He’d been there every time Lily had turned him down, been there when other students murmured racial slurs beneath their breaths, been there when he figured out Remus was a werewolf - even though Sirius had not been as open to accepting their friend’s secret as he himself had been, been there when James had come out as asexual and again as demiromantic after he learned it from Remus, who was also demiro. James had been there for Sirius, too - as much as his now qpp allowed him, but he’d never known how bad it was for his friend and never had he felt like a bigger failure than he did now.

“Sirius?” Remus was gently asking, waiting for awareness to really seep back in.

“Moony?” Sirius finally responded, after full minutes had passed, sounding small and weak.

Remus choked on a sob, and James knew he’d been just as terrified.

“Where’m I?”

“James’ house. In his kitchen.”

“Oh.”

They gave Sirius a few more minutes to recuperate. Sirius closed his eyes. James suddenly felt as though the lights were too bright. Walking as quietly as possible, he pulled out some candles, lit them with a tap of his wand, and turned off the lights.

The silence ate at him. “Sirius? Do you feel up to being looked at yet? I think your arm is broken. I’m sure Moony and I can take care of it.”

Sirius slowly shook his head no.

“Well, how about some food or tea? It’s all ready.”

Sirius took so long to answer, James thought he might have fallen asleep. But finally, thankfully he nodded. Both James and Remus hovered around him as he worked on sitting up. When he could make it no further, James simply served him on the ground. He brought over some for Remus and himself as well. They ate holding their bowls and setting their cups on the floor, but for Sirius, James set a tray to hover in the air for him.

Trying to keep his hands busy to avoid fussing over Sirius, James finished off three bowls of curry as Sirius slowly worked through his first. Finally, Sirius sighed and slouched down. He gently pushed at the tray. “Remus?” he asked, as James sent the tray to the table so it wouldn’t be kicked over. Remus scooted behind Sirius and let him slump back onto his chest. Sirius’ eyes closed.

Knowing he’d never ask for help, James eagerly offered it. “Ready, mate?” Sirius nodded slightly. Remus simply held him up, careful not to overstimulate with touch. James set about slowly looking Sirius over, making sure to verbalize everything he was doing so that Sirius wouldn’t be surprised. He set his arm first, then straightened his ankle, fixed his nose, and mended his ribs. “I’ll be right back,” he told Sirius and Remus once all the bones were fixed to the best of his abilities. 

Mum always kept pain relief potion and bruise healing salves and sleep aid elixirs around (”never know when you might need them!”). James grabbed almost everything and brought it back down to Sirius, giving him the pain relief straight and the sleep aid in another glass of tea. Then he worked on gently applying the salve. Hopefully it was all enough until either Sirius let them take him to St. Mungo’s or - more likely - let Euphemia’s expert mother’s eye look him over and spruce up anything James’ hadn’t done quite well enough or had missed.

Sirius really hadn’t needed the sleep aid, but James wanted to make sure he got at least a full night’s sleep. He drifted off before James had finished applying all the salve. Remus quietly watched him work. When he finally finished, Remus whispered, “bed or couch?”

“Bed,” James decided. It would fit the three of them better. Remus nodded, working on slowly shifting from a holding position to a better position for carrying Sirius. James grabbed his legs, and they slowly worked their way to James’ room. They could have levitated him - and perhaps it would have been better - but neither of them really wanted to let go of the boy they loved so much.

Sirius was placed in the middle of the bed, again surrounded by a multitude of pillows. Remus watched over him as James gave a perfunctory cleaning of the kitchen. He came back to his room with a couple glasses of water, as well as a couple mangoes. Just in case they were needed. He set a couple on the nightstand by Remus’ side of the bed and a couple by his. Then James claimed his own spot on the bed. He and Remus lay close to Sirius but not touching him through the buffer of pillows. They sat up a bit so they could see over their friend to talk with each other.

“Gave my dad a right heart attack,” Remus said, a faint smile on his face. The relationship between him and his father was a complicated one.

“Sorry,” James says sheepishly. “Thanks for coming.”

“Always.”

They sit in silence, both of their hearts still pounding too fast to allow them to relax and drift off just yet.

“You know,” Remus breaks the silence, “I was a little jealous when you first asked him to be your qp partner.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” James teased. Remus had been a little extra snarky and possessive that week. He’d come out to Sirius the month before as bi, to which Sirius responded by immediately asking him out. It was still a new and developing relationship. James knew he’d been a little overeager in asking Sirius to be his qpp, but to be honest… “S’okay. I was jealous, too. Why do you think I asked him when I did?”

Remus shook his head and shook lightly with contained laughter. “You really had no reason. I may be his boyfriend, but you’re really his ride and die.”

“Nah. We both are.” James shifted so he could hold his hand out to Remus. Over Sirius’ head, they cusped hands, giving each other strength and support.

“He does have a big heart,” Remus said. James nodded and yawned. Remus squeezed his hand once more, then snaked it away. They both moved into slightly more comfortable positions. “So. Your house. It’s not at all what I expected.”

James laughs a quiet, sleepy laugh. “Dad came over for advanced schooling in his mid-twenties, where he met mum. He’s very proud of our culture. I think he’s a little afraid of losing it - or that maybe I won’t have that same pride.” James knows they talk a while longer after that, but he drifts in and out of it, and he’s honestly not sure of all the conversation - what was real and what was dream.

When James awoke, at most a few hours later, his mum was peering over him, gently taking stock of Sirius. She smiled down at James, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You did very well,” she told him. “Your father knew you would. Do not worry, he is with my parents now.” Euphemia performed a few simple spells over Sirius, likely taking away any lingering pain and further smoothing out James’ crude work on the bones. When she finished, she straightened, looking over all of them with a kind eye. She bent down once more to kiss James again, then smoothed the hair out of Sirius’ face and smiled. It was the smile James had come to associate specifically with the pride only a mother can have when she looks at her children and knows how far they have come, even if they have not done something particularly wonderful at that moment. “Go back to sleep,” she commands. James obeys, eyes sliding closed once again. He hears her whisper, “my sons,” into the darkness of the room, and just like that, he knows it’s all going to be okay.

~Hufflepuff Mod

[bisexualharrypotter]

I need more happy queer characters in open relationships, just getting all the love!

Bi Ron’s dating Hermione, Harry, and Neville while bi-with-a-preference-for-men Hermione’s also dating questioning/queer Viktor and enjoys an on-and-off relationship with Ginny. Meanwhile, bi Harry’s also dating Ginny and is in a qpp with Luna. Polysexual Ginny and pan Luna are, of course, also dating each other. Queer Neville is also dating Hannah (who prefers to go unlabeled) while being in a qpp with both Ginny and Luna.

Bi-with-a-preference-for-women Justin is dating Hannah and Susan, who are in a qpp with each other.

Pan Fleur was dating both bi Bill and queer Tonks and is in a qpp with Viktor.

Bi George and polysexual Angelina are married but Angelina is also dating bi Alicia Spinnet and is in a qpp with queer Katie Bell. Alicia and Katie are also dating.

Bi Oliver and polysexual Charlie are in a long-distance relationship while Oliver is dating an ex-player while Charlie is in a relationship with another dragonologist.

And back in the Marauder’s day, queer Sirius was dating both bi James and polysexual Remus while James and pan Lily were dating. Lily was also dating queer Marlene and bi Alice while Alice and pan Frank were together.

And so on!!!

(Submitted by Nonster)

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i'm remus lupin from harry potter looking for sirius, my boyfriend, and james, my qpp! i'm almost 17 jic. um, bonus if you remember me being a trans boy, mentally ill, or autistic! interact w this post and i'll contact you!

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Ten Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

thank you for the tag @ambrxsiaa and @leogichidaa!!!

Foundations of Decay // WIP // Gen // Harry-centric (and Sirius when he gets here!)

It had been raining for four days straight. Since the moment Harry had stepped into Privet Drive, it seemed like the entire ecosystem was trying to commiserate with his mood—the skies were pouring incessantly, flowers were wilted, and weeds were running roughshod over the entire back garden.  

2. and so there were three // James/Sirius/Lily // Jily publicly stake their claim on Sirius.

“Times are grave, we must stand together and—“ 

James slowly slides his glasses off his face, massaging the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger in a vain effort to relieve the ache building behind his eyes. This is the fourth Order meeting of this month—it’s only the 16th—and it is shaping up to seem as pointless as the other ones. When they’d joined the Order straight out of Hogwarts, it was with stars in their eyes and fire blazing in their veins. They were ready to fight for their lives and die for the cause. Now? James can’t wait to get out of here as soon as possible.

3. a labor of love // Gen // Potter family & Sirius centric, love and habits passed down through generations.

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

4. Saudade // Gen // Remus & Sirius have a conversation.

Remus knew he was a coward. 

(He’d shatter)

5. Wife Wars // Jily + QPP Prongsfoot // Lily and Sirius battle for the title of James' premier wife, youtube video format.

The video opens with two people sitting closely on a couch. Both of them are young, in their early 20s, dressed in comfortable, casual clothes. The woman has bright, emerald eyes—visible even through the lens—and deep red hair down to her collarbones, parted in the middle and pinned to the side with large pearl hair clips. There are freckles dotted across her entire face, concentrated mostly around her nose and cheeks, and she’s looking at a point behind the camera. The man has messy black hair, sticking up in the back in stubborn patches. His hazel eyes are covered by a pair of black Boston Model Frames, sitting firmly on the lower end of his nose. There’s a large smile on his face, eerily reminiscent of a golden retriever.

6. the worst timeline // Gen // Harry has a crush on his unnecessarily, unfairly attractive godfather and it's a problem.

“That was a good one, kid,” Sirius clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, squeezing firmly. Harry could feel his cheeks flaming , as if someone had taken a blowtorch to his face. 

“I-uh, it was nothing,” he tried to protest, mentally telling himself to calm-the-fuck-down-this-was-not-the-time-to-blush-like-a-schoolgirl.  

7. baby's growing up (oh no) // Oneshot // Gen. Harry goes to a birthday party and Sirius loses his shit.

The first time Harry asks to go to a friend’s house, Sirius damn near has a panic attack.

8. Hot prongsfoot dads. Tumblr/ao3 crosspost.

“—and and and tha’s a sand cassay and Minnie says it’s the best part of the beach, Siri, did you know?” Harry babbled in his godfather’s direction, hardly even turning to look at him, satisfied in the knowledge that he would be listening. Of course he would.

9. Godfather Sirius vs Confused Potters // Oneshot // Jily, Gen.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”

10. i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) // Oneshot // James/Sirius. % times James made Sirius blush.

“You’re so pretty ,” James Potter, heir to the old Potter family, of Sleakeazys’ fame, and notoriously mischievous party guest, said in the most awed tone Sirius had ever heard. 

no pressure tagging @narcissa-black-supermacy @mycupofrum @spindrifters @jmagnabo92 @siriuslystarbucks @gracelesslady23 @benjamin-ovich @siriusly-sapphic @prongsfootandco @roalinda (apologies if you've already done this hehe)

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hello! welcome to my page <3

i’m padfootastic everywhere, but i go by penny online!

this is a no terf zone. we don’t support that kind of hateful rhetoric here.

ask box + inbox are always open! i love talking, even if im a bit terrible at the actual communication bit itself, so drop by whenever u like. prompts are always welcome too 💜

my favorite characters are—no surprise, i’m sure—sirius, james, and harry! the sirius & harry dynamic is my favorite thing to write about. prongsfoot in any capacity, but especially qpp, is the love of my life <3

i’m a scorpio (so uh, heavy projection on sirius sometimes. beware)

i’m trilingual! english is teeeeeechnically my third language, so that often bleeds into my writing as well. ignore any weird issues & metaphors & SPaG errors pls n thx 🙈

my posts are like icebergs with most of the fun stuff being buried down in the tags so. keep an eye out for that haha

My Works

foundations of decay - gen. ongoing wip! set post-gof, ft. independent, smart harry taking charge of his life. sirius & harry bonding.

glimpses of us - collection of all my tumblr drabbles/oneshots. featuring harry, sirius, james, next gen kids, random OCs.

like slow cooking a lobster - a jilypad fic where sirius swoops in to rescue newborn parents james & lily, eventually moving from godsend babysitting godfather to full time member of potter residence. lotsss of pining-but-oblivious sirius, fun & flirty lily, and enabler james. fluff and max cuteness.

(everything on tumblr’s under ‘pen’s writing’ and ‘tumblr works’)

since a list of everything would be tedious and take too long—i deal mainly in oneshots 🙃—i’ll just link my favourites!!

a home for you (for me) - 6.2k. Gen. A nebulous universe where qpp James & Sirius coparent Harry who wants to become Harry Potter-Black.

shovel talk - 2.4k. Background Jily. Sirius gives Lily Evans a shovel talk : )

i fall to pieces (when i’m with you) - 6.5k. Prongsfoot. James makes Sirius’ blush, that’s it. The whole fic is just that.

go easy on me (i was still a child) - Gen, 13.8k. Postwar, Sirius-returns-from-the-veil and discovers already Harry has a tattoo when he tries to take him for what he believes is his godson’s first- cue feels and emotions and tears.

i won’t ever let go of you - Gen. 8.4k. Set in OoTP. Molly says the wrong thing to Sirius and protective!harry erupts. Lots of bonding and affection.

home is wherever you are - Gen. 3.5k. Set in OoTP. Sirius’ scent—cigarettes; clove and tobacco and smoke—has always reminded Harry of safety & home.

it’s always been you - Gen. Set in OoTP. Sirius finally stands up for himself when Molly accuses him of treating Harry like James.

where you go, i’m going - Gen/QPP. 3.2k. Prongsfoot!!! and tattoos!! Outsider Remus POV into the close knit bond between James & Sirius.

Sirius Black: The Godfather - Gen. 7.7k. Mostly pre-canon/canon compliant. Background Jily but mainly focusing on s&h. a series of one shots highlighting the godson-godfather bond. (the first time i delved deep into my fav duo!)

okay, i’ll stop here 😭 but! i have a lot of assorted one shots on my ao3 so check it out if any of this sounds interesting. my motto for writing is ‘read what u wanna see in the world’ hence why everything is so…self-indulgent.

thank u for being here!! i appreciate everyone who reads/interacts so much i can not put it in words :”)

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Things I Have Thought About Harry Potter And Its Fandom Over The Past Few Months

What about a story where they go through all that shit and Hermione’s the one that kills Voldy what about that

James calling Sirius baby just as his QPP is my entire fucking life rn -

I really DON'T wanna go to Hogwarts, I mean, all the essays and frog choirs and uniforms and communal showers and those STUPID hats I mean what about all the shit from all those fucking pets jezus fucking cryst also who the fuck wants to go to a school where you're THAT LIKELY TO DIE I mean -

Jeverus is just the gay revamp of Megara and Hercules sorry I don’t make the rules

Sirius and Severus should’ve become friends in sixth year after the Prank and the Incident because they both know what it’s like to lose the love of their life to their own stupidity

Can someone. Somewhere. PLEASE. Make a Marauders/Wolfstar edit that is HAPPY -

James and Lily shouldn’t have gotten married or had a baby, at least not nearly as young as they did, fuck

I would pay actual money to see the Marauders freak out over a cellphone

Why didn’t Sirius and Remus just steal a Time Turner and use that to save James and Lily and arrest Peter that feels really obvious and it's not like they're DUMB oh wait

Okay okay but hear me out: Sirius and Remus = Astrid and Hiccup

Harry is a Hufflepuff and Hermione is a Ravenclaw sorry I don’t make the rules

Okay but like,,,,,,,,, what about Fleur Delacour as a POC???

Hating someone based on which fictional characters they like is the equivalent of telling someone they’re a bitch because they don’t like apples AKA stupid AKA illogical AKA leave us the fuck alone and take your toxic bullshit elsewhere just let people live their own lives and don’t be a dick, okay?

Regulus deserved better

Loony Luna Lovegood Lupin is the FUCKING BEST also I love Newt Scamander and I will protect him with my fucking life and soul -

I. Am. So. TIRED.

Severus Snape is my favorite person in the world and I will defend him to the death no matter what anybody says. I'm a kind, strong, smart person who can make my own decisions and won't let anyone bully me into changing, because I deserve to have my own opinions and enjoy what I enjoy, even if it bothers other people, because I'm not going to attack anyone for disagreeing with me. I know who I am. I know who Severus Snape is. And I know that he's a hero and a good person.

Come at me. I'm ready.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Fifteen people who found out about James, Sirius, and Remus and the one person who never did

To clarify: James, Sirius, and Remus are queerplatonic partners in this case, or QPP's. This means that they're essentially special friends, ones who indulge in physical and emotional connections that are typically thought of as beyond platonic.

ONE: Peter Pettigrew

By fourth year the Marauders are legends. Everyone knows them as the fun-loving band of brothers without any cares in the world. Only the four of them know the true nature of the Marauders - bloody, battered, and bruised.

One day Sirius and James are fighting, an explosive sort of argument where Peter hides behind his curtains while peeking out through a crack in them and Remus reads calmly on his bed. Then suddenly the shouting stops, and Peter’s jaw drops open while Remus looks up from his book.

There, in the middle of the room, are Sirius and James, Sirius’ hands on James’ face and his mouth on his lips. Sirius pulls away before James can respond, covering his mouth with his hands and tearing up while James blinks in shock and Peter stares.

Then, Remus starts laughing, and James drags Sirius into a crushing hug, pressing kisses all over his face before finally pecking him on the mouth and then letting go. Peter squeaks out a garbled question when Remus rolls his eyes and says, “What, no love for me?”

Immediately, Sirius and James tackle him onto the bed, the three of them collapsing into a mess of laughter and kisses while Peter stares and stares and stares.

TWO: Marlene McKinnon

In an act of drunken desperation to forget her own confusing sexuality (girls are super hot but the idea of being in love makes me wanna throw up, for reference), Marlene flirts with Sirius at a party. His eyes are dark and alluring and he’s addicted to dancing, so it’s not exactly difficult. But just as her hand snakes up his arm, Remus appears, wrapping himself around Sirius and kissing him happily, Sirius melting against him.

Marlene steps back in her shock, creating just enough room for James to stumble over tipsily and start making fun of Sirius’ ears; that is until Sirius leans down and kisses him too just to shut him up, pulling back with a laugh so loud it rings in Marlene’s ears as she runs for the comfort of Dorcas, who simply smiles and slips her hand through Marlene’s blonde curls and kisses her until she can’t feel anything anymore.

THREE: Minvera Mcgonogall

In fifth year, Mcgonogall is awoken by a bawling James Potter at her door, sobbing uncontrollably and blubbering about something she can’t really understand. Eventually he calms down enough that she manages to get that he’s upset because he just found out that Sirius and Remus are dating.

Mcgonogall is terribly confused - haven’t the three of them been dating for years?

“No,” James says. “We’re just friends. Friends who kiss and love each other more than anything but aren’t in love with each other. I know… I know that doesn’t really make sense. I’m just… I’m just scared that since they’re boyfriends, or whatever, they won’t… they won’t…”

Mcgonogall opens her mouth to respond when Sirius’ voice cuts through the chaos -

“Won’t what? Love you? Because if you think that my being in love with Moony means I’m going to stop snogging you at every available opportunity then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought, Jamie.”

James looks up with a grin even as the tears still stream down his face, taking in the sight of a grinning Sirius and Remus, whose hands are tightly clasped between them. Mcgonogall watches, blinking in shock, as James bounds over to them and laughs as Sirius dips him in a kiss and Remus rolls his eyes.

“Come on, you morons,” he says, dragging them away as Sirius tries and fails to kiss him silly, laughing.

FOUR: Severus Snape

Sixth year is when shit first hits the fan. The Prank is a tear in their carefully cultivated tapestry, one that sends all three of them exploding in different directions. Severus is on his way to the infirmary for some more dreamless potion from Madam Pomfrey (and to check on Remus after the traumatic mindfuck that was last night’s full moon) when he sees the shitshow begin.

Remus is lying in a hospital bed, confined by bandages and fatigue but looking no less terrifying as he bites insult after insult towards Sirius. (The only one of these Severus remembers is “I thought you loved me, asshole!”, and only because Sirius had fled the room in tears after it was spoken.) James tries to sit down at Remus’ bedside, but before he can Remus breaks down in tears.

James reaches out to hold him, but Remus shoves him away, screaming until James leaves, his head hanging low in defeat. Severus approaches carefully, holding out one of his bottles of dreamless sleep.

“Here,” he says softly. “So you can forget, for a little while.”

Remus looks up at him and smiles weakly.

“Thanks,” he rasps, and Severus leaves with a nod, deciding it’s better to quit while he’s ahead.

FIVE: Lily Evans

Despite all of the horror of the Prank, it is less disastrous than one might think. There is a war coming; Severus has sworn to Remus himself that he will never tell and has also started searching for the cure for lycanthropy while he’s at it (not that he’s found it; he never will); and Sirius Black and Remus Lupin love each other more than words can say and will no matter the consequences, everybody knows that.

And Lily, she misses Severus - no one else understands that, but she does. She loves him.

She’s studying with Remus one day, their backs against the wall and knees to their chests, and ends up asking him how Severus is doing, eventually winding them down a conversational path about lost love and finding hope anyway. Remus, however, collapses into tears talking about Sirius and how much he misses him and loves him, still.

Lily doesn’t know what to do; Remus Lupin does not cry, at least not in front of anyone. Before she can panic too badly about it though, James is there, on his knees in front of Remus and whispering quietly to him, taking his hands and kissing his knuckles in between murmurs of affection. Sirius stands behind him, hands clenching in and out of fists as he tries desperately not to touch, but that only lasts a few moments before Remus is laughing through his tears, making grabby hands for Sirius.

Sirius squats down hesitantly, gently wrapping his arms around Remus, who pulls him down by the neck and jaw and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him as James smiles tiredly, passerbys whoop and stare, and Lily looks at James and feels her heart flutter in her chest. He smiles at her, and she flushes, then stands and heads for the opposite corner, where Severus is leaning against the wall, his nose in a book.

No words are needed between them. She pulls him in by the tie, and there’s a single feeble whoop for them, too - Lily smiles at the sound of James’ voice, hope sparking in her chest as her eyelids flutter closed.

SIX: Regulus Black

Regulus, struggling under his parents’ stifling regime alone since Sirius left, can’t say he’s not shocked when Sirius drags him up to a Marauders sleepover in the Gryffindor dorms one night. Peter isn’t there - Remus says he’s staying with a Hufflepuff named Max he’s into - but Remus, Sirius, and James all gravitate towards one bed, Remus lying on his back with James’ head on his stomach, running his fingers lazily through James’ curls.

Sirius beams at the sight of them and jumps in beside them, and James leans up and pecks Sirius on the mouth, who smiles. Regulus’ heart twinges at the sight - his brother has so much more love than he does, and Regulus won’t deny that he’s always been just a little bit in love with James Potter - but then James smiles at him with those twinkling eyes and Regulus’ heart calms.

Sirius draws him close by the hand, pulling him into his side and kissing the top of his head. They laugh and wrestle and joke around until eventually Remus falls asleep in James’ arms, and James is not long to follow. Regulus lies awake long after, nestled into Sirius’ side, the silence comforting like a warm blanket. Until Sirius murmurs, “I love you, Reggie,” and drifts off, and Regulus is left staring at the ceiling, alone.

He knows, Sirius’ hand over his heart, that this is his brother’s way of saying goodbye.

SEVEN: Hope & Lyall Lupin

“Criminals” is not a word Lyall Lupin would use to describe Sirius Black and James Potter, but maybe it should be. Because they break into his house on Christmas Eve the boys’ seventh year, the moon already rising in the sky. Lyall tries to stop them, but Sirius Stupefies him with cold eyes and transforms into a hulking dog right then and there, trotting down the basement stairs as James follows, breaking Remus’ chains with his human hands and ushering him out the door before taking his stag form.

Lyall and Hope watch in shock from the kitchen as Remus turns and Sirius and James tame him easily, the wolf nuzzling them like old friends. By morning, they are still out in the yard, the sun rising, now fully human. At first Lyall worries for his son’s modesty, but Sirius has already wrapped his shirt around Remus’ waist, and Remus, barechested in the sun, is holding James’ head to his, muttering in Welsh as James tries desperately to breathe, apologizing over and over for a gash on Remus’ chest put there by his antlers. Remus smiles, and Sirius hums a Queen song under his breath, and Lyall can’t hear everything his son is saying but he catches just enough -

“Mae'n iawn, fy nghariad. Shhh, annwyl.” (It's alright, my love. Shhh, dearheart.)

EIGHT: Albus Dumbledore

The news that Regulus has died comes on a Wednesday. Dumbledore is the one to deliver it, with a heavy heart and a heavier theory in his head. He notices that James is there, in Sirius and Remus’ home, but does not question it, only offering the story of the Horcruxes to Sirius, who sits on the couch. As the words pour out, dry and frail, Sirius’ face pales to ghostly white. Remus emerges from the kitchen with tea just as the final phrase leaves Dumbledore’s lips -

“Your brother died a hero.”

The tea clatters to the floor as Sirius reaches for his wand on the table, pointing it towards his head and getting out “Avada -” before James and Remus are on him, James wrenching his wand away while Remus locks Sirius in his arms, gently coaxing him down onto the floor and rocking him back and forth as he breaks down. James returns from hiding the wand and wraps himself around the both of them, breaking down with Sirius and pressing tearful kisses to every inch of skin he can find. Remus looks up at Dumbledore with glassy eyes and says -

“Please take your leave, Professor.”

Dumbfounded, Dumbledore does.

NINE: Dorcas Meadowes

Dorcas has lived with Marlene since school - Dorcas was in love with her, and Marlene liked sex and liked Dorcas in a “we can be best-friend-partner-lovers forever, mkay?” way. But no one else can understand that - the fact that they’re physically intimate but not a couple, that they’re married by law and spirit but not in love, that’s not something anybody gets. So when Marlene dies, Dorcas locks herself in their home, for grief and madness alike.

One day, Sirius comes to visit her. She doesn’t know why - Lily is about to have a baby, Voldemort is specifically targeting the Potters, their husband Snape is a fucking spy, and Remus is undercover amongst the wolves. All this and there’s a traitor in their midst - Sirius has no business visiting a grieving woman when there’s a war on.

But war there is, and visit he does.

Dorcas makes him tea, and they converse quietly about Marlene for a time. It’s when Sirius’ apology comes that she snaps -

“You can’t possibly understand what it’s like to lose her. She’s - she was my everything. My other half, a part of me, my - my wife. Not just a friend but not a lover… well, not in anything but the physical sense anyway, but - she was my life.”

Sirius stands, throwing his hands out to the side.

“You think I don’t understand?” He says, laughing and running a hand through his hair. He blinks back tears, then thrusts his left hand her way. “I know exactly what you’re feeling. That grief, that fear, I - I feel that every day.”

Dorcas shakes her head, batting his hand away.

“Remus is the love of your life, not your - your, I don’t know, partner? You can’t -”

“James,” Sirius interrupts, desperately, and Dorcas shuts up. “Jamie. My Jamie. Well - Remus and I’s Jamie, really.”

He smiles - a broken, broken thing.

“I understand, see?” He says, twisting his wedding ring around so instead of a moon it shows a black set of antlers. “See? I know. I understand. I do.”

Dorcas stares, quietly, and then starts laughing. It’s a foreign, unwelcome sound, and Sirius reels back in shock. They stand there, opposing each other, until suddenly the laughs ebb out into sobs, and Sirius pulls her to his front and doesn’t let go.

TEN: Mary MacDonald

The day Harry is born, Severus isn’t even there. He’s deep into Voldemort’s forces by now, only holding contact with Dumbledore out of necessity, and James and Lily are both exhausted, missing their husband with a newfound intensity and knowing Voldemort wants to kill their newborn son. Sirius and Remus are there, Mary too, and as Lily sleeps with Harry on her chest and Mary holds her hand, Sirius and James fight.

Loudly.

(In the hallway, of course, but still.)

Remus is helpless in between them - Mary hears very little of what is actually said. Bits and pieces here and there -

“You can’t protect him by -”

And “We need you, dipshit!”

And “I swear to fucking Merlin, Jamie -”

But nothing really solid. She watches through the window as they scream, until suddenly Remus reaches out and pulls James into a kiss. Mary drops Lily’s hand in shock, and watches with a gaping mouth as Remus lets go of James to pull Sirius into him, kissing him passionately and without reserve. Finally, when he pulls away, he glares at the two men and seethes something just loud enough for her to hear -

“Listen up, you idiots. That child needs our protection. That means hiding. We know fuck all about the future but this is war. Our baby is not gonna die because the people who love him can’t let him go.”

Sirius and James both nod sagely, James leaning in to peck Remus on the mouth - “Sorry, Remy.” - before he wanders back inside the hospital room. Outside, Remus collapses into Sirius’ arms, the two of them holding each other and rocking back and forth. James looks up at Mary from the other side of Lily’s bed and smiles wryly.

“Shit, huh?” He mutters, and Mary, speechless, nods.

ELEVEN: Fleamont & Euphemia Potter

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter go into hiding when James and Lily do, knowing they could be tortured for their whereabouts despite not knowing them. Remus comes bursting through their fireplace on Halloween, covered in cuts and bruises and coughing with baby Harry cradled against his chest. Through hacking breaths and with glassy eyes, he tells them their son is dead with his wife and Sirius has been arrested for their murder, along with Peter’s and some Muggles’. He kisses their foreheads and tells them to take care of themselves, leaving with the last words he ever says to them -

“I loved your son. So did Sirius. We - I will do everything I can to protect Harry. I promise.”

He disappears through the fireplace before they can respond, leaving them to grieve.

TWELVE: Walburga & Orion Black

After leaving Harry with Dumbledore, who assures him the child will be given to the custody of his living father as soon as he’s emerged from his undercover work (a lie, Remus later learns), Remus makes his way to Regulus’ grave. There’s no body there, of course, but Remus never got to say goodbye to the boy he considered something of a son, and he figures now, when he’s lost everything, is as good a time as any.

It turns out he’s not alone - Walburga and Orion Black, not yet locked up in Azkaban for their crimes, are there already, and spit in his face for daring to grieve their son when he’s a werewolf who supposedly turned their other one queer and heady. Remus stares them down, and in a calm voice with his hands in his pockets tells them -

“I loved Regulus like a brother. As for Sirius… well, he married two blokes. Oh -” He smirks. “And he was damn good in bed, too.”

Walburga lets out a shrill scream, turning her wand on Remus, and he holds his head high as he disarms both her and her husband and promptly kills the two people who made his husband’s life a living hell for sixteen years. As he stands there, staring at their still-warm bodies and always-cold eyes, he can feel no remorse - only a deep ache, loss and regret plaguing him with age long before his time.

THIRTEEN: Molly & Arthur Weasley

Twelve years pass without so much as a breath from Sirius or Remus. James is six feet under and Harry is thirteen, and after the havoc that occurs at Hogwarts his third year, they settle at Grimmauld Place, together. Molly and Arthur are tasked with bringing them essentials and information, and take notice of the fact that the two rarely leave each other’s sides. They’re wearing their wedding bands, which Molly does not fail to notice are marked with antlers as well as moons and pawprints, and Remus has another ring around a chain on his neck with only a pawprint and a moon. They look tired and worn out, Sirius more than Remus, and one day Molly pulls him aside to ask him privately if they’re doing alright.

Remus gives her a wry smile, his eyes twinkling just the slightest bit as he answers, “Yes. Of course.” Molly asks him again, saying she’s worried, and Remus shrugs, looking through doorways to Sirius, at the table with Arthur.

“I’ve had twelve years to grieve. Getting Sirius - getting my husband back was the greatest happiness I could ever ask for. But Sirius, he… he was never allowed to truly mourn. He’s still…”

He gets this distant look in his eyes and startles when Molly touches his arm, offering a small smile.

“I’ve had time to grieve our partner, is all I’m saying,” he murmurs. “Sirius needs time before he can even begin to forgive himself for what happened to James.”

Molly keeps her shock inward, squeezing Remus’ arm once before ushering her husband out the door. Watching from outside as Grimmauld Place folds back into itself, she thinks she sees two silhouettes in the window, melting into one.

FOURTEEN: Nymphadora Tonks

Nymphadora Tonks falls in love with Remus Lupin almost the moment she meets him. He’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s kind and smart and brave - what else could you want? And she thinks he likes her too - even if her cousin is desperately in love with him, which she would have to be blind not to see. But she knows this the way she knows the rhythm of her heartbeat in her chest - Remus Lupin was born to be hers.

So imagine her surprise when his response to her confession is to shake his head and laugh.

“I’m a married man, Dora,” he drawls, standing and flashing his ring towards her around a glass of whiskey. “I thought you knew that. I am sorry to say I cannot return your feelings… beyond my marriage, age, and lycanthropy, you must have noticed that women are not… my area.”

Tonks flushes red, jerking back in shock. So her cousin…

“Is it Sirius?” She blurts, and Remus turns towards her again, his eyes twinkling. He nods.

“Yes,” he answers. “Though, I had a second husband… long ago, and a partner more than anything…”

With a distant look in his eyes, he leaves her heartbroken at the dining room table, but not before she sees him slip into a waiting Sirius’ arms, holding him close to his chest as they dance, their eyes closed and two rings bearing antlers hanging between them.

FIFTEEN: Hermione Granger

She starts to wonder, right around the beginning of her fifth year, why Harry seems to have no interest in hanging out with anyone besides her and Ron. Now, she and Ron, they’re in love with each other; Hermione’s neither daft nor blind. But Harry’s in love with them both too, she realizes, and his closest relationships outside of that are past platonic but far from romantic: she can’t call what he has with Luna or Draco “normal”. The summer before her sixth year, she travels to Grimmauld Place, needing some time alone to think before the war envelopes them all. But she finds, when she arrives, that she’s not alone - there, at the dining room table, is Remus, holding a glass of whiskey and wearing three identical rings on a chain around his neck.

“Professor Lupin?” She asks, and Remus smiles wryly. “What’re you doing here?”

Remus sighs, leaving his glass on the table as he stands and grabs his coat.

“Just a bit of reminiscing, my dear,” he says. “No matter. Off we go now, this place belongs to Harry and we have no right to…”

He trails off, his eyes glistening, and Hermione watches his Adam’s apple bob and averts her eyes to the rings, each holding a different two of three symbols: a pawprint, a moon, and a pair of antlers. One of them is the one Sirius used to wear around, always a little loose on his finger from all that malnourishment… Remus must have just grasped it before he fell through the Veil. At the thought, her breath catches in her throat.

“Sirius was your…” She says, and stops when Remus flinches. He gives her a kind smile and nods.

“Yes,” he says. “And James as well, though that was different. More of a… friend, partner - soulmate? -” Hermione coughs. “- than a lover. But, yes. Not that it matters now.”

Hermione’s heart stops in her chest.

“Of course it matters,” she fires back. “You loved him. You loved him, and he’s dead.”

Remus looks down at her, his smile gone, and shrugs.

“All things end, Hermione,” he murmurs. “Especially good things.”

He opens the door and has one foot outside when he turns back to her and says, “Miss Granger?” She looks up at him from her hands, shaking and devoid of rings, and nods.

“Yes?”

Remus smiles, his eyes sad.

“Tell your Harry we love him. All seven of the Marauders, even if some of us never really got to meet him. And tell him… tell him that even if he didn’t die for him or raise him, his father loves him.”

Hermione’s brow furrows, but she nods.

“Of course,” she promises, though she has no idea who the other three Marauders are and could not even begin to guess what Remus means by his comment on Harry’s father. “I will.”

Remus smiles one last time, tips his invisible hat to her, and disappears out the front door and into the night.

ONE: Harry Potter

Remus marries Tonks, but doesn’t love her. Teddy is an accident, and only his in name. Remus will only ever have one son, and his name is Harry Potter.

In the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus Lupin dies with three rings around his neck and a secret in his chest. He does not tell Harry. He doesn’t want to burden him.

Their love, along with them, is dead and gone anyway. But when he sees Sirius and James in the white light, for the split second between life and death -

He wonders.

[aroacehogwarts]

Demiromantic demisexual demiboy Remus becoming qpps with aromantic asexual agender (who still uses he/him pronouns) Sirius, panromantic asexual trans man James, and aromantic polysexual bigender Peter. (After she and James start dating, Lily comes out to all of them as a demiromantic bisexual trans girl.)

Remus was lying with his head in Sirius’ lap, gentle fingers stroking through his short locks, while Peter worked on braiding Sirius’ long hair, babbling away about how he (for today) thought the potions test went. Another of their dormmates had some music on low, which was seriously relaxing Remus. His eyes were fluttering, and he was ready to drift off when James’ burst in.

“Marauders unite!” he yelled, then flung himself on Sirius’ bed, which they were all currently occupying. There went Remus’ peace. He narrowed his eyes at his excited friend, unhappy to be displaced from Sirius’ warm pillow-legs. “Lily said yes!”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. 

“Congrats!” Peter beamed, thumping James on the shoulder in a rare show of physical affection. “Now maybe you’ll stop moping every time she walks by.”

James ignored the tease. “We’re meeting up for Hogsmeade this weekend, just the two of us! And we’ve got a study date for tomorrow night,” he bragged, puffing his chest out in pride.

Sirius laughed. “Oh, Merlin, he’s going to be even worse from now on, isn’t he? Before at least, he had a life aside from Lily, but now it’s going to be all about her, isn’t it?”

“Undoubtedly,” Remus agreed. “Just promise you won’t forget the little people who brought you to this moment, Prongs.”

James rolled his eyes. “We’ve already qpp’d. Besides, I kinda doubt Lily’s gonna wanna spend every waking moment with me. I’m not sure she can handle my energy.”

Peter laughed.

“Very true! And thank Merlin for that!” Sirius said. “But seriously, bud, congrats.”

“Yes, congrats - and thank you. I believe that’s five galleons my way,” Remus grinned at Sirius and Peter, who grumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get your money, Moony - but later!”

“What exactly was the bet, and why wasn’t I let in on it?” James asked.

“Dates by when Lily would accept a date with you,” Peter admitted, looking down at his loss. “My bet wasn’t for another month. I thought you might play it safe.”

James laughed. “Sorry, Wormtail. You should have known me better than that! I bet Remus had inside information and weaseled out of Lily how she was feeling.”

“Hey, I’m no cheater. Besides, you forget how friendly she and Padfoot here have gotten.”

A look of realization and betrayal flittered across Sirius’ face. “She swindled me! She told me she’d refuse you for another week!”

Everyone but Sirius howled with laughter at his revelation. 

“I think I’m in love,” James admitted, still chuckling. 

Bright, young, expectant green eyes brought Remus back to the present. He wanted to tell the poor child in front of him how angry their parents would be at their struggles and denial of identity, something that never would have happened like this if their parents had lived, but that wasn’t what was needed. “Both of your parents were queer, you know. They were both trans, and your dad was a panro ace, your mom demiro and bisexual. Actually... we - the Marauders and your mom - all were - are queer. None of us were - are cis or straight. Has anyone ever talked to you about this stuff before?”

“My mum and dad were... trans? Really?” Harry sounded so young, and it broke Remus’ heart. It almost made him want to go to McGonagall and accept her offer to fight for Remus to stay at school and teach.

Instead, he simply replied with a soft, “yeah, they were. Your dad didn’t come out until his fourth year of Hogwarts, but your mom was out far before she came to Hogwarts.”

“So... so they’d be okay if... I was maybe a girl? Or sort of a girl? Or, at least, am not really a boy?”

“Of course.” Remus placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and looked the child in the eye. “They’d be so supportive of whatever gender and sexuality you were. They would have encouraged you to experiment. They’d have bought you whatever clothes and used whatever name for you. What matters is what’s inside here,” he said, pointing to Harry’s heart. “And trust me, they’d be very, very proud of what’s in there.”

“So what - what did you say? Demiro? Panro? Ace? What do those mean?”

This was not exactly what Remus thought he’d be teaching at Hogwarts, certainly not to his qp and friend’s kid, especially after he’d resigned, but it was also something Remus would never back away from. “Well,” he started, abandoning the idea of packing for now, “let’s start with the basics here.”

~Hufflepuff Mod