#merry marauder

[cracksh0t]

crackshot and merry marauder mashup

[masoncarr2244]

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic december 25, ideology, 449 words

James is in the middle of writing times tables on the board when Evelyn says, “Mr Potter! You have a visitor.”

He glances to the door of his classroom, trying to hide his smile when he finds Regulus leaning in the doorway watching him. “Oh, good afternoon, Mr Black. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you had any laminating sheets I could borrow? I’m out,” Regulus says.

James doesn’t point out that there was no need for Regulus to cross campus to his second grade classroom just for laminating sheets; he’s pretty certain the senior school has laminators. But he’s not mad about the interruption.

“Yeah of course, they’re in my office,” he says, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. A little pointless; Regulus is not a stranger in James’ classroom and knows exactly where his office is. “Help yourself.”

The entire class, James included, watches Regulus as he crosses the room, only returning to their lesson once Regulus has left the classroom with a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Mr Potter,” Bernie calls out. “Do you have a crush on Mr Black?”

James deliberates for a moment, before sitting on the edge of his desk and whispering, “I do. But it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”

The class breaks out in a chorus of giggling ooh’s and teasing aah’s.

“But Mr Potter, he always looks so serious!”

“Well, Roland. That’s because Mr Black teaches boring things like civics and political ideology.”

“You mean he doesn’t get to do any arts and crafts?” Lizzie asks, a horrified look on her face.

James shakes his head, putting on his saddest expression as he says, “Never.”

The kids become a bit obsessed with Regulus after that, asking about him almost daily, breaking into a chorus of giggles any time Regulus comes by the classroom. Regulus has clearly caught on, dropping by more and more frequently, asking to borrow anything from a stapler to sometimes something as ridiculous as a piece of paper.

One day, just as Regulus is about to walk out of the classroom with a wave, Lacey calls out, “Mr Black! Do you have a crush on Mr Potter?”

He stops in the doorway, corner of his lips lifted in a smirk as he replies, “Why do you ask that?”

“Because he has a crush on you, obviously.”

James buries his face in his hands for a moment, shoulders shaking with laughter, looking up as Regulus says, “Oh, I definitely have a crush on him, that’s why I married him.”

He’s pretty sure the entire school would be able to hear the way his classroom screams and cheers in celebration.

[delssen]

A lil Wolfstar drawing for Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

[waltzedintherain]

what could’ve been, would’ve been, what should’ve been you

[incorrectwolfstar]

sirius: so what did you get me for christmas

remus: nothing

sirius: .

remus: my presence is a gift by itself

[redadidassneakers]

Regulus: so this is Christmas?

James, Peter, Sirius and Remus: WAR IS OVER!!

[souryam]

I personally think this idea that severus' bullying was justified bc he supposedly was already a death eater at age 11 (prodigy!! omg!!) so stupid bc the implication that james and sirius, both rich purebloods, bullied snape relentlessly bc he, a poor halfmuggle, fell for a cult that didn't have his best interest at heart is just so ludicrous... like bullying him is the least appropriate thing for you to do if you actually cared about the problem 😭

[eyra]

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup - eyra - Harry Potter [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 9/9 - COMPLETE Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Marauders Era, Non-Magical, Christmas, Winter, Cooking, Food, Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Sirius Black (+ please check ao3 tags before reading) There's something blazingly incongruous about Remus in the wintertime. He's golden: sunshine and honeybees, caramel curls and freckles like dappled sunlight. Even his clothes seem borrowed, and temporary, as if he might've just thrown on an extra layer for a moment in the knowledge that his own innate aestival nature would be quite enough to stave off the worst of the chill. Something at home in long balmy nights, and mornings when the gardens teem with life and song. Wonderfully out of place in the winter: a happy visitor to the season, an ember in the frost. Christmastime in the Cotswolds: cold hands, crackling fires, and Remus's indefatigable quest for parsnips.

Finished! 🥄❄️🧅

Thank you so much to everyone who's been reading along with this story - I really hope you like this last chapter. And for those who've been waiting to start reading: welcome in! Bring a spoon, enjoy! x

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Evan to Barty

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Prongsmas

I like to believe that The Marauders called Christmas: Prongsmas. It became a joke when every Christmas they saw many deers as decorations and teased James saying: "Prongs, is this you?"

"What do you mean, Prongsmas?" Marlene asked them irritably when they told the girls about it "It's Christmas"

"Christmas? Bah!" Sirius answered "Why do you think there are different Prongs around as decoration? It's a Prongs Holiday, sunshine"

"This is nonsense..."

"We celebrate the day Prongs came into this world" Peter added promptly.

"But his birthday is in March" Lily said.

"You remember my birthday, eh Evans?" James winked.

Lily blushed "Whatever... It's... It's... Because you make a whole deal out of it"

"Because James Potter's birthday is a national day, Ginger" Sirius said.

James nodded. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Prongsmas is not the day James Potter was born..." Sirius continued.

James shook his head.

"It is the day Prongs came into this world"

James nodded again.

"You mean the nickname?" Marlene asked.

The boys giggled amongst themselves.

"Prongs! Prongs! Marlene..." Sirius snapped and James tutted "If you don't know the concept of Prongs, then..." he shook his head.

"Prongs is more than a nickname..." Remus added.

"It's a movement..." Peter nodded.

"A life style..." Sirius said.

"A spirit..." Remus added as well.

"You know that Christmas is actually when Jesus Christ was born?" Mary tutted with a smile.

"Oh that Jesus bloke? He is just trying to steal Prongs' spotlight"

"Dear God... Remus, you too?" Lily exclaimed as she rolled her eyes discreetly.

Remus smirked.

"I don't celebrate Christmas, darling. I do celebrate Prongsmas" he hit Sirius' palm.

"We all celebrate Prongsmas" Peter pointed to the decorations around, especially the little deers.

"What about the Christmas tree?" Mary raised an eyebrow.

"The Prongsmas tree, you mean?" Sirius laughed "Come on, Macdonald. We all know where the nickname Prongs came from"

They all remembered when James, in their fourth year, climbed a tree to be able to spy on Lily, and he fell from there. When he stood up, dizzyly, he had two branches that looked like antlers.

The group of friends laughed, except for James and Lily who were slightly blushing.

"Okay, okay..." Marlene sighed "How do you explain, Santa Klaus?"

"That's Fleamont" James answered, making his friends giggle. "Yeah...he..." chuckles "He is Prongs' father after all, my father..." he cleared his throat.

"But for whatever reason they make him seem fatter, with white hair and a bigger beard" Sirius added.

"Yeah" James nodded.

Lily leaned on the table "And he is all dressed in red because..."

"Gryffindor colors" Remus said quickly "Naturally"

"Also Prongs' favorite color" James pointed out.

"And the green?" Mary teased "Slytherin?"

The four boys gasped.

"Blasphemy" Peter murmured.

"Disgusting" Sirius added.

"The green... The green... Is the color of my eyes" James shrugged.

"You don't have green eyes, Potter" Marlene frowned.

"No?"

Sirius chuckled.

"It's the color of Lily's eyes of course" Remus carried on "The woman he loves"

Lily went scarlet red while James winked at her.

"How sweet" Mary commented.

"Yes it is esmelard green" Sirius prompted "Not the disgusting green those Slytherins have"

"And Fleamont delivers presents all around the world because he is rich and generous" Peter added.

"And mostly because he is glorified to have such an amazing son as me" James smirked.

"Prongsmas!" Sirius exclaimed.

Lily was still blushing when she shook her head "This is ridiculous"

"Very" Marlene agreed.

Mary frowned "So it is Prongs or you James?"

James snorted.

"Prongs is in essence James, and James can be Prongs but not quite James, in difference to the previous two but nothing at all..."

"What?" Marlene asked confused.

"They are basically the same but... Prongs is Prongs" Sirius shrugged.

"And Prongsmas is Prongsmas" Remus agreed.

"Ridiculous!" Marlene snapped.

"Prongsmas... Prongsmas..."

The boys started chanting and hitting the table in the process.

"Prongsmas.... Prongsmas... Prongsmas... Prongsmas..."

Lily shook her head but she was smiling "They are impossible"

Mary laughed "Oh my boys"

Marlene rolled her eyes.

"Prongsmas... Prongsmas... Prongsmas..."

It all started as a joke at some point in their teenage years. But it eventually became a tradition amongst friends to make a tiny celebration of Prongsmas.

With family and other people they would celebrate Christmas but between them it would be Prongsmas.

[cracksh0t]

[marymacdonaldspatronus]

if I see one more “merry xmas (the war is over)” edit istg imma be throwing hands-

[engie-ivy]

Merry Christmas everyone!🎄⛄

Short Wolfstar Fluff as a gift!

(And since it's actually short, for @wolfstarmicrofic 25th: Merry)

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Sirius absolutely hates Christmas.

Just never got the feel for it. Which isn't surprising, considering the kind of Christmases he grew up with.

His mother and father being stressed about all the family members they felt like they needed to impress, constantly snapping at Sirius, already convinced he was going to embarrass them before the day had even started, Bellatrix taunting him all evening, but of course only ever Sirius getting in trouble as soon as he snapped and finally talked back at her.

It always ended the same, with his parents shouting, sometimes striking him, cursing him and sending him to his room. The worse part, however, was when Regulus would appear in his room later at night, angrily asking Sirius why he always had to ruin everything, and they can never have any nice family time because of him.

When he had left his family, Sirius had chosen to stay at Hogwarts alone during the Christmas break, rather than joining the Potters' family Christmas. He didn't want to feel like an intruder on their family traditions, or be confronted with their happy family joy, for that matter.

Now he's left Hogwarts, and everyone's been excited about Christmas for weeks, Sirius supposes there's no escaping it anymore.

As he walks into the living room, Lily is sitting on the couch, staring at the kitchen door while anxiously biting her nails.

"What's going on?" Sirius asks.

"I wish I knew," Lily replies without looking away from the door. "They've banned me from the kitchen. All I can say is that I've heard fire alarm twice so far, but James has assured me it was just 'unexpected smoke development', and the kitchen hasn't burnt down yet, so I think we can believe him. I've heard a few loud bangs, but no explosions, so I must admit it's going better than I expected." She finally turns to look at Sirius and gives him a smile that might've been meant to be reassuring, but looks much too forced.

Sirius frowns. "Lily, what are you-"

But before he can finish his sentence, Lily gets up from the couch and takes him by the shoulders, looking at him intently. "Sirius, we've got to remember that our boyfriends mean well and are trying do something sweet for us, okay? So we just gotta ignore the mess, and if something looks like it'll most likely not kill you, just eat it and pretend to like it."

This really gives Sirius more questions than answers, but he doesn't get the chance to ask them, as in that moment, James’ voice sounds from the kitchen "You can come in now!"

"Here we go," Lily says, taking a deep breath before walking into the kitchen followed by Sirius.

"Surprise!"

Remus and James beam at them, standing behind a set table. The plates and cutlery are covered in sticky fingerprints, there's a basket with mini-croissants in the middle of the table that Sirius is sure are not supposed to be that dark, and there's a jug dripping with orange juice, strangely enough not even half full, while in one corner of the kitchen counter butchered oranges are piled up. Sirius soon spots most of the orange juice splattered over the kitchen tiles.

James is grinning brightly, his crooked grin with his glasses skewed on his face. Many of the tips of his unruly hair are smeared with some kind of batter, his sleeves are rolled up and his arms appear to be sticky with honey or syrup, breadcrumbs, sprinkles and what appears to be pieces of a napkin sticking to them, and he's holding a plate stacked with pancakes, the bottom ones black, the top ones still dripping.

Remus’ eyes sparkle with excited expectation. His face is flushed from the warmth in the kitchen, which is partly conceiled by the powdered sugar sticking to his cheeks, his trousers are smeared with chocolate, probably from absentmindedly wiping his hands on them, and he's holding a plate of small, odd-shaped buns, with some sort of dark liquid leaking out of them.

Remus’ face possibly lights up even more as he sees Sirius.

"You're awake!" Remus says, haphazardly dropping the plate with buns of the table, so that a sugar jar tips over and a few buns roll off and start leaking their odd filling onto the table. He quickly moves towards Sirius, throws his arms around Sirius’ neck and pulls him close, smearing chocolate and powdered sugar in Sirius’ neck and getting stains all over his clothes.

"Good morning love," Remus kisses him softly. "And Merry Christmas."

Sirius absolutely loves Christmas.

[incorrectwolfstar]

in their little friends with benefits denial phase

sirius: we said we’d be better off as friends, right?

remus, naked in sirius’ bed looking like a painting: not that i can remember

sirius: fuck me neither

[lesbians4omori]

All is calm. All is bright.