Marauders era Headcanons
I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline
Masterlist
Sirius Black:
- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.
- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch
- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)
- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)
- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’
- annoyed he has to share James
- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD
- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)
- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally
-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead
- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)
-Touch starved/attention whore
- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask
- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him
- Speaks French
Remus Lupin:
- Poor boy is depressed
- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)
- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)
-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.
-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone
- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.
- Has a book club with Lily
- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how
-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays
- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him
- When he’s high he’s chill
- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk
-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)
-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom
-Man is an uncoordinated tree
James Potter:
- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow
- Takes lots of naps
-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality
- Foot taps
- Holy shit this guy is ADHD
- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie
- The healthiest mentally of the group
- Golden retriever vibes
- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked
-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)
-Obsessed with Babies
- Definition of himbo sometimes
- He’s good at every sport he tries
- Queer
- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year
Peter Pettigrew:
- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)
- Ace
- if Social anxiety was a person
- Bakes like an absolute KING
- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop
- Knows random shit/facts
-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention
- Short king
- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room
- Loves everything fuzzy
- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily
- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius
- Was the first to master turning into an animagus
-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it
-He knew about wolfstar before James
Lily Evans:
-Pansexual
- Politics Queen
- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius
-Stress cleans
- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad
- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)
- Short 5’
- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps
- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)
- Most likely to actually throw hands
- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)
- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)
-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it
- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well
- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia
Marlene McKinnon:
-Lesbian
-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin
- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice
-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)
- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)
-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)
- Roasting people is her platonic love language
-Can play every band instrument
-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas
- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)
-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her
-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously
-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them
- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)
-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)
Dorcas Meadowes:
- Part of the Slytherin skittles
- Non-binary
-Demisexual
- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty
- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)
-Big softy when it comes to Marlene
-Resting bitch face
- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly
- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)
- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am
-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch
- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes
- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public
- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill
-makes a ton of your mom jokes
Mary Macdonald:
- Pansexual or Polysexual
-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her
-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe
- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group
-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship
- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins
-Lily was her first love and friend
- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)
- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them
- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything
-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play
-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)
- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)
-vegetarian 
-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)
Regulus Black:
- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)
-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real
- Demisexual
-trans
-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his
-Writes poetry and short stories
- Plays the piano
-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)
-Speaks French and Reads Latin
-Really into Astronomy
- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)
-Cusses a lot when around his friends
-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it
-Photographic memory
-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)
Pandora, Evan, and Barty
Evan and Pandora are siblings
Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost
What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)
Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro
Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus
Evan is in love with Barty
Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)
I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later
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telephone cord ⟶ sirius black
DESCRIPTION ⌙ sirius black is making his slow return back home to a girl, who, before his leaving, had no idea just how much she'd miss him. PAIRING ⌙ sirius x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.0k
❛ ֪ ׂ and she twirls that phone cord around her fingers as if it were all she possibly had of him ֪ ׂ ❜
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you couldn't stop your deadpan glare directed at one jesting james potter. your friend seemed to enjoy the way you wrapped yourself up in your phone cord, laying like a schoolgirl, upside down on your couch. in complete truth, it was an absolutely horrendous display.
he made one, final, little teasing gesture before both mary and lily tackled him onto the armchair, soft silly little smiles on their faces. you focused back in on the beautifully coarse voice coming through the receiver.
"—this was only after i had walked an hour in the wrong direction. i swear if i don't learn a bit of korean soon i'm going to end up getting sacked." sirius drawls, unaware of the silent drama going on around you.
he was away— had been away for six months— for a touring gig with one of your shared favorite bands. they were outrageously popular now, followed around, as sirius told, "by a gaggle of obsessive people"
but you could tell he loved the job. for, in just the first month he had been promoted from, in his words, "average lights guy" to "the best backstage manager this century had ever seen".
you were beyond proud of him. your best friend getting to see the world with one of the best bands of the modern age.
how you missed him, though.
especially now. now, that you'd let it slip to all your mutual friends just how much you truly cared for him.
you feel your ears go hot at the memory. it was funny, really, how nice it felt to finally tell them— someone— of your universe-sized crush.
it did help that they all seemed to enjoy the information almost as much as you. giving you hugs and suggesting over and over just how much they had always known. you seriously doubted the later. yes they were all happily keen with their newfound knowledge, but none like james, who enjoyed the topic for the jokes it presented.
but even the lighthearted jokes didn't dim your joy. too much.
"despite how much i'd like you back here, start using those maps i sent you! now is not the time to swear off navigation." you smile.
sirius chuckles, "would you believe me if i said i was using it, just a little bit upside-down."
"merlin, you're pitiful pads. really— that's borderline worrying." you joke, closing your eyes. you try to imagine him in the streets of seoul with nothing but an upside-down map and a carton of cigarettes.
but then again, this is the same sirius orion that, until sixth year, couldn't for the life of him find a way around hogwarts without trailing behind james and remus.
"yeah, yeah poke fun all you want, love," he pauses, "speaking of stupid, how's james? he forgot to call me back tuesday and i'm starting to worry."
you spare a look at the newly twenty-two year old, his glasses sliding down his nose and face scrunched up in a faux kiss— somehow still worried about trying to tease you.
"he's gotten worse since you left. somehow. not even lily can quell him, it's disastrous really." you sigh, eyes devilish.
james perks up, "are you talking about little ol' me?"
"has he always been that loud?" sirius mutters and you laugh.
james is quick to crouch beside you, trying to speak into the phone, "sirius, my heart, we miss you! you missed my birthday, i'm starting to think i'll see twenty-three without you."
"just two more countries dear friend, until i'm back in your arms." sirius replies to him, somewhat earnestly, causing you to make a face of faux disgust.
james smiles and sticks his tongue out to you before whispering, "tough competition, miss heart eyes."
you almost hit him with the heavy handset, but settle for a stern middle finger instead, knowing that your phone call is nearing the end.
"where to after korea, pads?" you ask, already knowing the answer. you were acutely aware of just where and when he'd be— because, honestly, you could barely wait for his return home.
"japan! the sound guy told me they've got a great car scene, but really i'm only leaving my hotel room if someone's got a bike. you know how i am." sirius replies.
japan soundly lovely to you. sounds even more lovely if sirius is involved.
"lucky you. and here i am bored and stuck with prongs." you giggle, "and after japan?"
you knew this one too, because it was marked on every calendar in your home, since the minute he left. england. he'd finally be back home.
"oh come on, as if you're all not planning me a rager as we speak." he says, tone dripping with mirth.
there's a smirk on your lips, "you don't have enough friends for a rager."
he laughs lowly, "you're a vile little thing— i'm wounded." his tone is playfully sardonic, "also—"
you cut him short, "you need to go. sorry, i kept you so long, but, have a wonderful show! we all miss you like crazy!" your voice is cheery but the look on your face is dim.
you hate hanging up.
sirius hums, "i miss you too, love. i'll phone later tomorrow— keep prongs in line for me. i'll see you soon, i promise."
you nod, to yourself, before replying, "i'll take your word! see you soon, pads."
and with that, the line goes dead. you stay in place for a moment, the phone cord still somehow, impossibly, wrapped around you. your eyes are shut, but you can still make out the bright light coming from your open window. you sigh, loudly, and follow it up by sliding off of the couch and onto the floor.
"you have to tell him, ya' know." lily says pointedly, and you open your eyes to stare at her. she's smiling down softly at you so give her one in return.
"not over the phone." you reply, simply.
mary removes the throw pillow she'd been using as a sun shade from her face, "obviously, better yet, how doesn't he know it yet."
james sends her an uncharacteristic reprimanding look and then says, "forgive pads for not being able to see the way she flounders for him through the telephone."
you shriek, "i do not flounder!"
the three of them look at you before breaking out with vindictive smirks, "oh— you most definitely do."
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days pass after your last phone call with sirius, with no fault to him. no, you had become wrapped up entirely with work. all you'd know for the past few days was countless due dates and passive, yet direct, requests for you to stay "just a bit later."
but finally, here you were, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your barstool staring expectantly at your phone.
it was late already, as you had, again, stayed over at work. it was already eleven when you got home, so despite your microwavable dinner and rushed shower, time only seemed to fly forward.
but sirius had said he'd call before leaving japan. he had sworn on the voicemail.
so here you sat, towel wrapped around your hair, eyes heavy, and desperate to hear his voice.
almost on cue, the phone rings— and you let four go by before answering, "hello?"
you could hear chatter and hurried steps in the background, "hi love, sorry it's late. show went late, but i'm waiting for my plane now."
"you're fine! tell me about toyko— any bikes?" you question, noticing how coarse his voice came out.
he chuckled, "absolute shit. i saw one, puny little thing though. jax," he stops to explain who exactly jax is, "he's a sound guy— he took me to a street race the next day, but it's hard to enjoy any of it over all the fumes."
"we can't win 'em all," you sigh, "if it makes you feel any better, i forgot to file three patient reports this week, and dr. saion is very focused on me not forgetting it."
you hear him mutter something under his breath before clearing his throat, "he's a grouch, love— however," there was a smile on his lips, and you were sure you didn't need to see him to know, "it does seem as though my impending return is getting you flustered. and although i'm flattered—"
you cut him off, "it has nothing to do with you!" you tone was a bit too serious, so you follow it up with, "not that i'm not beaming for you to get back. i think me more than anyone, obviously."
sirius hums, "obviously?"
you scrunch your face at the word. fuck— no, of course not at all obvious to him.
"i am your best friend, aren't i?" you tease, saving yourself.
he tsks, "it seems you are, little love. oh, and i miss you too. frightfully so, i'm afraid."
you glow at the remark, trying to stifle the feeling out of your voice, "what time are you getting in?"
"god, what time is it there?" he asks, muffled a bit, probably looking around for a clock.
"twenty past two." you sigh.
"love, go to bed! you've got work in the morning, don't you?" he presses.
"fine— after you tell me when you'll be here." you chide, soft smile on your lips.
"if all goes well, half past nine. i promised james i'd apparate straight from the airport and to his. now, can you please get some sleep? finish the week strong, hm?" his tone was caring, and you felt inclined to adhere to his wishes.
"yes, of course, pads. i'll see you tomorrow, please, be safe." your eyes are now drooping, heart determined to talk for as long as possible and head demanding immediate sleep.
"i'm always safe," he chuckles, "but i promise, and i'll see you tomorrow, love. goodbye and good night."
eyes fully shut now and arm barely keeping the phone up, you mumble, "goodnight, sirius. i love you."
your eyes open wide at the words, in pause momentarily. it wasn't what you said that really shocked you— it was the way you said it.
"i love you." as though those words were a rope, tieing you and all of your unsaid confessions together just to unravel itself for sirius.
you pull the handset from your face, listening to the questionary call of your name. you can't say anything, so you just listen. sure that he must know now.
how could he not know?
moments pass before he speaks again, a little quieter this time, "i think you've fallen asleep on me— i, uh, god how do i hang this thing up?"
seconds before his voice sounds again, most of it too quiet for you to hear, "—you when i get home."
then the lines goes dead, the sound blaring into your ears.
when you finally stand up, you feel your head rush. you stand, staring at your phone. there's a fleeting moment where you expect him to call back, and demand an answer to your vibrant display. but minutes pass by with no ring so you head to your bed, a wreck of anxiety.
the covers are pulled over your head, and you're almost suffocated by your own breaths.
you know for certain that hours go by before you're able to sleep.
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waiting with serious worry, you call james' name once more, the sound reverberating in your ear. you had mere minutes before you needed to leave work, and you think now, that it may have been a tad foolish to call james about last night's event.
but it weighed heavy on you all day— so much so that you're sure you've barely said more than four words to your co-workers.
"sorry, i think i just had the best laugh of the year over that." he finally says, voice ridden with humor.
you groan, "what if he..." you trail off.
"you've told him you loved him before? am i wrong here?" he asks.
there's a sigh from you, "it's the way i said it, prongs. i sounded like i belonged in casablanca—"
james interrupts you with a horrible transatlantic accent, "we'll always have paris."
"james." you huff.
"what? it's an excellent muggle film!" he chuckles, "not to worry though, this is the same sirius black, who until very recently, thought that alice and frank were just roommates."
this causes you to smile, "i refuse to say you're right, but, there may be a small chance that you're not too far off."
"merlin, woman, please workshop your gratitude." he jokes.
soon the conversation turns less dire and more excited, the both of you checking all the fine details for sirius' welcome home party. the plan, simple, meet at james' and make sure everything was perfect.
by the time you clocked out, you actually felt better. you gave soft smiles to the other nurses before all of you apparated away.
when you arrive at the potter's front door, you let yourself in.
"hi honey!" lily grabs you for a hug, "how was work?"
you shrug, "long— especially today."
you see both james and remus behind her, bickering over a welcome home banner.
she grins, "i overheard your little confession, you know? james has trouble with private conversations, even more when they're over the phone."
you cringe, "i knew i should've called mary."
lily laughs, guiding both of you toward the kitchen, "he was right though, nothing to stress over."
you lean against the island, "i think i'm more so anticipating how strange it'll be to see him again, now that, well."
your point is mute, but she nods in understanding.
"it's still sirius." she adds, pulling veggie boards out of the fridge.
you grab a few cucumbers and roll your eyes, suddenly much more interested in the wide array of trays and platters of food, "how much do you think a handful of people can eat?"
she looks down at the nearly cluttered island, "james insisted muggles didn't feed people on planes."
you furrow your brows.
"i find it's best when i don't correct him." there's a smile on her lips at the words.
the two of you slip into a comfortable silence, prepping punch, icing a shabby little cake, and trying to find space for all of the different food trays.
the hours fly by. you enjoy the prep though. you've managed to stop at least two petty arguments— both involving the very headfast james. there's little else to occupy yourself with, so you absentmindedly pull out copious amounts of plastic dinnerware and cups.
upon falling short of finding the rest of said cups, you find yourself outside, searching through james' shed. first bought to house sirius' bike and now used as a catch-all.
just as you spot the cups, there's rustling behind you. you freeze and pray to every god that there are no rabid animals living in this shed.
you turn, slowly, and are greeted by messy black hair, a smug smirk, and his deep voice, "fancy seeing you here, little love."
you hastily attempt to exit the maze of the shed, rushing the tall man into a tight hug.
"you should be inside!" you say, large grin overtaking your features.
sirius pulls away from you, letting his arms rest around you, "and not say hello to you first? never, little love."
you can't hide the way your face softens at his words, "i've really missed you, you know?"
he brightens, "of course, everyone kept telling me."
your eyes widen, "what do you mean?"
"mary, remus, lily, dorcas, james, frank— the whole lot. all the every talked about was you. which, i'll add, did bruise my ego." he admits, light-hearted.
you groan, "i'll never tell them secrets again."
sirius looks confused, "we have a secret?"
his tone is full of faux shock and your shake your head, "no, sir, i have the secret."
he lowers his mouth to your ear, "pray tell, what is this secret i've missed?"
you can't help the roll of your eyes, "don't play dumb, pads."
you feel his smile against you. seconds pass without words.
"i brought you something." he speaks finally, backing away from you to dig into his jacket pocket.
the way he dropped the previous conversation stuns you, so you watch wordlessly as he hands you a small green box.
you furrow your brows and he continues, "i, uh, got it back when we were in sydney."
you smile and open the box.
above plush white stuffing, sits a gold charm bracelet. you lift it up, studying it. only one charm hangs from it— a little telephone with red gems for buttons.
you look back to sirius, a stupid grin on your face, "i love it. thank you, really, you didn't have to."
he takes the box from you, setting it on a lawnchair before helping you clasp the bracelet on, "believe me, love, i most assuredly had to."
you look up at him, head mere inches from his own.
"i meant, or i thought better, to tell you now rather than before i left." he whispers, suddenly so earnest.
"tell me what?" you ask, barely above a whisper. you're far too focused on the way his hand never left your wrist, grasped so gingerly.
he blinks slowly before leaning into you, "just how i love you." his words are said with a smile.
you attempt to say something, but he shakes his head softly, "and how i so desperately want you to say it back."
you waste little time, "i love you too, sirius." your voice is breathy, but by the look in his eyes, you can tell he heard you.
he says nothing else, no, he just pulls you into him. his lips find yours in a soft kiss. it feels endearing, enthralling, something so perfect.
his lips taste of vanilla and menthol— and you're sure those two things shouldn't taste as addicting as they do. but they do.
you attempt to kiss him back in the same enchanting way, but more so, you attempt to keep your knees from faltering beneath you.
when you pull away, breathing heavily, you scan his flushed face. chuckling you admit, "i guess you uncovered my secret."
sirius smirks, "actually, you kept it pretty well guarded," he pauses, "until you told prongs."
you open your mouth, "how long?"
"have i known?" he asks, and you nod, "since i landed in italy."
you groan, "that wasn't even a month after you left!
he laughs, "what can i say, love— james isn't fit with secrets." he pulls you close again, staring at you lovingly, "besides, it doesn't matter. i got my girl."
there's a bright smile on your lips and you close your eyes, leaning your head on his chest.
"though, we may have to switch you out to a landline. if i remember correctly, mary may have something about your multiple phone cord incidents." he teases.
far too focused on the warmth of his chest and the beating of his heart, you smile, "not multiple, possibly three handfuls of incidents."
he kisses the top of your head, "you sweet thing, i adore you."
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