#marauders fanfiction snippet

[that-bitch-kat3]

if you ever wonder how i think the marauders acted with each other here is a snippet from my fanfiction that i will publish in 20 years when i finally figure out the plot structure.

“Wow imagine if I a gave a fuck.” James said. “Really everyone take a moment and picture it.”

Next to him Sirius and Peter made a show of pondering the idea and Remus attempted to hide a laugh behind his hand.

“That would be wild.” Sirius said, well, seriously, and Peter nodded in agreement.

“I know,” James said nodding back, “unfortunately that’s the closest we’ll ever get to it becoming a reality so everyone hold onto that.”

“I’m holding it.” Peter deadpans.

[ecstarry]

snippet saturday! thank you for the lovely tag, it was long overdue @del-stars

“I’m going to ruin Christmas,” Regulus groaned, pulling back to look at James.

He cupped Regulus’ face and offered a warm smile. “Is this the part where you tell me you turn green, furry and grumpy on Christmas Eve?”

“Come on, baby. It’s not funny.” Regulus’ laugh betrayed him, the dreamiest smile gracing his lips—James swore that was his favorite sound.

“Then what was that giggle?” James snickered.

“You won’t be laughing when I tell you this.”

“Try me.”

Regulus hesitated, biting his lip. “I have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.”

James didn’t respond right away. He simply lowered his hands and tugged gently at the fabric of Regulus’ scrubs, pulling him close again.

[courfee]

“I’m gonna spend the evening with my alleged boyfriend and his two best friends,” James says. “I thought we should maybe talk over that again before that.”

“What for?”

“You know... boundaries and stuff.”

“We’ve already had this conversation,” Regulus says with a frown. Twice, he adds in his mind. He doesn’t need another reminder that everything between himself and James works on an agreed upon contract. “Is there something else you haven’t mentioned yet that you don’t want me to do?”

“No...”

“Then just do whatever you want, James. This is a pretend relationship, so just pretend I am your boyfriend for the evening.”

For a while nothing but the noise of the road James is walking along comes through the speaker. It’s silent for long enough that eventually Regulus has to tentatively ask, “James?”

“Yes, sorry,” James answers immediately. “I’ll treat you like my boyfriend. You know, it’s just...” he trails off again.

“What?” Regulus asks annoyed.

“I don’t know how to be your boyfriend,” James admits. “I don’t know what you would want from a partner, how you would want to be treated, how much physical affection you’d want or what kind. I don’t know these things about you.”

“Oh,” Regulus breathes out. It feels a little like a punch to his throat. “I also don’t know.”

chapter 15 of ritardando is here :)

[ultravioletbrit]

“smoke” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 450 words

Regulus is being assaulted by memories of last summer as they sit around the bonfire. Everything is bringing him back to this exact spot exactly a year ago—the smell of the fire, the salt in the air, the sound of the waves that are being drowned out by the sound of the most beautiful laugh.  

Regulus looks across the bonfire and instantly locks eyes with James and more memories crash over him like those waves. The feeling of his hands, his arms, his lips, his body. The sound of his voice, his whispers, his whimpers, his moans.

Regulus has to hold back his own whimper at the memories. The smoke from the fire is stinging his eyes but he can’t tear them away from James. James is looking back just as intensely with a heat that’s not coming from the fire. They gaze at each other for several long moments and then—just like last year—James nods to the empty spot beside him. And just like last year, Regulus is powerless to refuse.  

Regulus sits down beside James and James immediately threads their fingers together in the space between them. “I missed you.” He whispers softly in Regulus’ ear.

Regulus can see their friends glancing at them—trying, and failing, to be subtle—but Regulus couldn’t care less. He turns to look at James for a moment before turning back to the fire.

“I missed you, too.” He whispers just loud enough for James to hear.

They sit in comfortable silence watching the fire. “I don’t think I can do this again, Regulus.” James says after a moment—casually, like it means nothing. Regulus quickly looks at him again and tries to pull his hand away. James tightens his grip and pulls Regulus closer. “I can’t go a year without seeing you.” James’ voice is dripping with emotions.

Regulus looks back at the fire. “That’s your fault, not mine.” He says with more bitterness than he intended.

“I know.” James says then gets quiet for a moment. “I’m moving back to London.” He tells him—again, so casually like he’s not making Regulus’ head spin.

Regulus snaps his entire body to fully look at James. “What?”

“I’m coming home.” James whispers and Regulus feels a lump forming in his throat. “And I can’t go a year without seeing you, love.” James stares at him imploringly with a small, hopeful smile.     

Regulus stares at him for a moment longer before he clears his throat and turns back to the fire. “Well, we might have to do something about that then.” He tries to sound as casual as James.   

“We just might.” Regulus can hear the smile in his voice as he leans closer to James’ side.  

-

[lowlylux]

“A kid?” Barty scoffs, sharp and incredulous. He flicks his gaze to Regulus like he must have misheard. “He said cargo!”

But Regulus isn’t looking at Barty.

He’s staring at the boy.

The kid is small and silent. His green eyes are far too large in a pale face. He has black hair that is a mess of soft curls. Not just familiar—uncanny.

He looks exactly like James and Lily, which is impossible. This must be a sick joke. Peter must be pulling his leg.

He doesn’t say anything. Just watches.

Peter doesn’t bother waiting for a response. “The Death Eaters need him, alright? Just get him out of Privet and you’ll get all the galleons you want.”

Still, Regulus doesn’t move.

Of course he’s staring. What else is he supposed to do?

He kneels, slow and deliberate. He meets those impossibly bright green eyes. Those hauntingly familiar green eyes…

“What’s your name?” he asks, voice low.

The boy hesitates, looking to Peter as if the man will offer guidance. But Peter does not offer him any. He then answers, “Harry.”

Regulus goes still.

This—this has to be a sick fucking joke.

-Through The Valley | Chapter two

[thessynyx]

Snippet of my jegulus fic! (james is known as “the doctor” because regulus doesn’t know his name at this point)

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Regulus hums, putting his arms around Remus’ neck and swaying to the music. He feels the Doctor come up from behind, his hands on Regulus’ hips and his chin hooked on Regulus’ shoulder.

Remus bites his own lip again, gaze jumping between the two of them. “Am I the only one feeling a vibe here?”

No, Regulus wants to answer. But he keeps quiet and waits for the Doctor’s response.

The Doctor just laughs, quietly, his breath tickling Regulus’ ear. “This wasn’t an invitation for a threesome, Remus.” Obvious disappointment shows up on Remus’ face, and the Doctor adds, “Not that I’d be…anyway. My point is, I think I know someone better suited for you.”

“Who?” Remus asks, excitedly.

“Not telling,” the Doctor replies with a smug look.

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Link to my ao3 in my bio! The fic is called Jai Guru Deva, Om.

[sorrowful-wallflower]

Snippet Friday Saturday

Thanks for the tag @bradleysass

This is from a rosestarkillerchaser one shot I'm working on.

"Can you prove you were here?" "Considering I have cameras all over this place and employees I was dealing with, yes I can. If it's that damn important, you can come back when I'm closed." James pushed off the desk and opened the door. "Now get out." "This isn't over," Albus remarked, walking past James. "We will be back." "I'd be more surprised if you weren't," James drawled before closing the office door once they were out. The officers grumbled something to each other that James didn't bother to listen to over the music before they left the pub. James headed back behind the bar and continued to help customers as if nothing happened. "What was that all about?" Evan asked after it slowed down a little. James glanced at Regulus and Barty. "Seems the boys didn't listen." "Ahh."

Np tags @thebibutterflyao3 @calamitoustide @lulublack90

[moonysentropia]

sunday (monday for me) snippet!

thanks @mybelovedmoon for the tag :)

I’m working on my (delayed) Remus’ birthday fic rn, so I’m going to share a bit of that

Crazy, to think that Remus Lupin, the boy who refused to have nothing to do with "that stupid Marauders things" for the first months in Hogwarts, has been tamed by the same arrogant rich boy who would not stop following him around during that time. What can he say? Sirius has a good ass. No one can say no to that.

tags: @m00neroni @waltzreprise

[somecluelessidiot]

I shouldn't spoil what I want to include in my fics in the future, but I'm sooooo excited for the end of this one (it hasn't been published yet, don't come at me) that I just had to share my thoughts. This probably won't be the final version, but we'll see...

TW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEATH

Barty stares at the Dementor as it slowly creeps closer. He should be scared in the face of death. It should terrify him, chill him to the bone like all those years in Azkaban did. He should be scrambling around, pleading with his father, begging for his life to be spared. But he can't find it in himself to act as such.

Maybe, many years ago, he would have been afraid. He would have screamed and cried and sobbed because there were things worth clinging onto. Perhaps he never would have been so foolish in the first place, or maybe he would've been so blinded by love that he would've acted even more recklessly.

Still, he doesn't beg. He won't stoop to that level. He's the last one left. The last of the ones he cares about, anyway. Regulus was the first to go. He was young, too young - they all were, really - and perhaps Barty is too. Perhaps there's something equally as tragic in dying now as dying sooner, when there were still people to mourn you.

At least he'll get to see them again. Barty has wished for this sweet relief for years, the only thing keeping him going being his need for vengeance.

He should've wished for death sooner, before the insanity crept into the edges of his mind and he lost all semblance of himself. He should've died while Barty was still Barty, so full of life and rebellious to a T , doing anything in his power to get his own way.

This is not Barty. This is a ghost of a man, a hollowed-out shell where the soul used to be. Barty died when he first set foot in Azkaban, he just didn't realise it. There is no fear the Dementor can drag out of him, nothing he hasn't already seen. Death is mercy. He longs for it.

He only wishes Evan didn't have to watch from above as he changed into who he is now.

This is not the Barty that Evan loved.

This is someone else.

Barty hopes he regains his spirit in the afterlife. He hopes beyond all hope that someone is there, waiting for him, and he hopes that that person is Evan Rosier, for there is not another soul that could compare to the joy that boy brings him.

There are none like Evan Rosier, and Barty can't wait to see him again.

[localwolfgoesawooo]

Thank god for James' mother hen tendencies that compelled him into packing some activewear for him, or he’d look a right fool climbing a mountain in his Docs and leather jacket. Sure, he would also look dashing and cool as fuck, but at what cost? 

james would go over sirius’ suitcase and pack whatever he missed he just would

[wannabelilybriscoe]

belated tuesday snippet

thank you for the tag @leavesthatarebrown bb <3

(shameless plug) you're right, i did just published something and that something is a lil sappy one-shot called it's only a four-letter word! it's set in toronto and it's basically 15k words of remus being pathetically in love with sirius.

BUT i do have the next chapter of a song for the end of the world in the works so i can share a lil snip of that. very rough, subject to change:

A day or two before Dad was expected to come home, Mum would emerge from her room with a big smile on her face. “Time for the cleaning fairies to make this place sparkle for Dad, in’t it?” she would announce. Her smile was always peculiar—all tight at the corners. It always made Lily feel uneasy. But she would tamp down the uneasiness and focus on how happy she was that Mum was out of her room. She liked the cleaning fairies game. The three of them would twirl around the house with flannels and feather dusters, removing the layer of “fairy dust” that had settled over the furniture and windowsills, and hoovering up the little dust bunnies huddled in the corners. Mum would turn on the radio while they worked, and Petunia would sing along—she seemed to know all of the songs. When they were finished, Mum would smile at them in a way that almost seemed right. “Well done, m’duckies,” she would say brightly, her eyes all shiny and wet. “You’re such lovely, helpful girls.”  She would hug them tightly and kiss them. Lily would feel lighter because Mum was talking to them, and Dad would be home soon. Maybe it was just because the windows were clean and the floral curtains were drawn, but the sun always seemed to shine a little brighter into the room when Dad was coming home.  But when she mentioned this thought to Petunia once, her sister’s face had contorted into a scowl.  “I don’t see what you’ve got to be so relieved about,” she’d snapped. “It’s not as though they expect anything of you while Dad’s away. I’m the one gotta make sure you’re fed and dressed, in’t I?”  Lily's face had felt hot with shame, and her stomach had twisted with guilt. Petunia was right. She’d told Lily that Dad spoke to her privately. Had told Petunia that when Mum was feeling under the weather, Petunia was responsible for Lily, as the big sister. But it’d felt like she was blaming Lily when she told her that. Like it was Lily’s fault that Petunia had to care for her. It’s not fair! Lily screamed inside her head. I never asked you to look after me—Dad did! It’s not like you make anything other than cheese sandwiches all the time! I don’t need you to walk me to school—you only moan at me the whole way! At night, she screamed into her pillow until her throat felt raw.

np tag: @graverobbber @lifeisabitch-butimcute @severedreamerfox @severedreamerfox @m00neroni

[souptastical]

Sneek peek to the rewrite of Chapter 21 of the first part in my main series: "Shock & A Straggler" now has more excitement, despite not needing any lmao.

The Boyz™️ about to pull some marauders type shit rn

[michimusings]

Little Black Sheep on AO3

[courfee]

James swallows his pride, his throat dry, and dials the number. It barely rings twice before Regulus picks up. “James?” he asks, worry lining his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” James releases a shuddering breath that has nothing to do with his anxiety about the upcoming match.

“Why did you call?”

James stays silent for a breath. “I don’t know,” he admits. He’s only ever reached out to Regulus while having a panic attack. He’s panicking, alright, but it’s only the normal level of panic. He just wanted to hear Regulus’ voice. He associates it with calming down. With being safe. With doing things right.

“Okay,” Regulus says softly. “That’s okay.”

chapter 13 of ritardando is here :)

[flightlessfinch]

jealous james, my beloved

[ecstarry]

Fic: Mine

James Potter was an expert at identifying his feelings, easily naming them and pinpointing their origins. At 22 years old, he believed he had experienced every emotion he was meant to, convinced that no new ones would surface. 

‘Astonishment’ wouldn't suffice to describe the overwhelming sense of inadequacy that washed over James as a new emotion coursed through him at the sight of a graduate student looking at Regulus as if he were prey. He swiftly began to process his emotions: a searing heat akin to anger, a fierce protectiveness, and an unexpected pang of hurt reminiscent of his first heartbreak at sixteen. It was jealousy—the unexpected and unwelcome guest in his emotional repertoire. 

Now, mortification was the perfect descriptor for his current state as the realization dawned: it was Regulus, Sirius’ little brother, who sparked this new, unexpected emotion. Before James could process his feelings, he hurried over to where Regulus was talking with Evan and Pandora. Towering over the crowd, his striking good looks drew the attention of the graduate student who had been eyeing Regulus. James winked at him as he placed an arm around Regulus, gaze fixed until the man adverted his gaze. 

Regulus, oblivious to the display of possessiveness enacted in his defense tilted his head up at James, “Potter what are you doing? You startled me.” Still, James didn’t withdraw his embrace and Regulus didn’t retreat either. 

“Oh sorry, force of habit,” he gave Regulus’ arm one last squeeze and put his hands on his pockets. 

James would be experiencing this new emotion more frequently in the weeks that followed.