Fuck The Who Fell First/who Fell Harder Trope, Who Had To Break Up But Never Moved On, And Who Was Heartbroken

the black brothers were both stars but one loved the sun and one loved the moon

this was inspired by a @/avesinhogwarts tik tok she’s made like AGES ago

tbf, the real rizz lord is remus, followed by marlene and peter

in the end the “few days” turned out to be barely 24 hrs lol

reg: what the fuck the universe trying to teach me right now

james: *remembering regs favorite class and defending him when people say its stupid to love astronomy*

remus: *hitting him in the back of his head* How to take a FUCKING hint thats what

RIP Black family. You would've loved Conan Gray.

(thank you @padfootastic for the brain assistance with this and giving me the headcanon that harry definitely calls Sirius by his proper title to annoy him)

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"It's fine, Sirius," Harry said for the third time and Remus snorted behind his cup of coffee.

"You tripped getting into bed last night, Harry."

"I trip all the time!"

"Over clothes? That should be not on the floor?" Sirius pointed out and Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed back from his chair at the kitchen table. Lunch disrupted by a disagreement.

"I mean, sometimes. It's my space! You said it's my choice how it looks and everything, and I say its perfectly clean!"

Sirius sighed and looked at Remus for the slightest bit of assistance. Harry's door had been left open that morning and Sirius had happened to walk by, immediately wishing he hadn't. Wishing he was just oblivious to the disorder of his godson, and the pile of dishes on his nightstand. The curious case of the missing spoons had been solved in a single moment, glancing at the leaning tower of midnight ice cream bowls in Harry's room with accompanying utensils.

"I don't pretend to be the neatest person," Remus started, "But I do know that...you're verging on unsanitary territory."

"Am not! It's f--"

"It's not and this is finished. Dishes come down here, all of them, pick up your floor, laundry goes in the hamper or in your dresser. Got it?" Sirius told him firmly in a tone that didn't leave space for argument, Harry's eyebrows immediately knitting together, "When was the last time you wiped your bathroom counter?"

"...Do you want to know the answer to that or is this a rhetorical moment?" Harry asked, having the decency to look a little sheepish at the claim Sirius had made.

"I'm not expecting perfection, I'm just--"

"Yeah okay," Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever you'd like your Highness. Your grace, Your majesty.."

"I'm serious," Sirius attempted to continue through mild annoyance, especially as his godson began bowing.

"No, no, don't be modest, you're Lord Black, of the House of Black, most Noble and Ancient, ruler of--" Remus snorted again, his mouth turning up at the corners.

"Knock it off, Harry, I'm asking for a little bit of effort here."

"Of course, Lord Black. I only live to serve, to appease you!" Harry responded with a bow, "I am banished to my quarters until they shine like the top of the Ministry Fountains!" Harry threw his hands into the air, flourishing them dramatically as he exited the kitchen. Sirius inhaled deeply and looked at his husband who was smirking still.

"Am I being unreasonable about this? He's going to have mold growing--"

Remus gasped, "Mold! Oh no! We can't have that in the Most Noble and--"

"Oh, fuck right off, Moons."

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About an hour later, Sirius heard the door to his godson's room open, followed by the bang of a firecracker, and a horn sounding off. Sirius jumped flat off Remus's lap at the sound, Remus immediately moaning at an elbow that landed in his stomach.

"Watch where you put those things, baby," Remus muttered

"What--"

"LORD BLACK, I HAVE FINISHED CLEANING MY CHAMBERS AND IT IS AWAITING YOUR INSPECTION!"

"Can I punish him for being obnoxious? Is that forbidden?" Sirius asked Remus, "Can I give him extra chores just for annoying me? Or will that get my Worlds Greatest Godfather trophy revoked?"

"Revoked."

"Damn.

"AHEM--IT IS AWAITING INSPECTION FROM THE LORD, SO THAT ONE MIGHT BE ABLE TO ENJOY THEIR RUDDY SATURDAY WHILE THE SUN IS STILL OUT!"

Sirius shook his head, apparating up the stairs to meet Harry who was standing outside his bedroom door. Sirius immediately hooked an arm around his godson's shoulders, messing up his hair roughly.

"HEY, STOP IT, NO FAIR--"

"Plenty fair, maybe you should hit the weights more," Sirius released Harry from the hold, grinning as he looked around the much neater room. Harry had even made his bed.

"Is my room up to par, Lord Black?" Harry asked teasingly, "Shall I fix anything that isn't up to your standards? Post-haste?"

"Post-haste?"

"It means--"

"I know what it means, nutter," Sirius said nudging Harry with a small grin, "Thank you for cleaning, it looks much better."

"Anything to appease the Master of the House," Harry said with a cheeky smile back, though he let Sirius palm the back of his head without pulling away.

"I know...I can be a little paranoid about cleanliness," Sirius said, catching Harry's eyes, "And I hope I haven't made you feel like you need to...keep up to that standard. My standard because sometimes I'm not even clean enough for my standard. I don't want you to feel like that, yeah?"

"I was taking a piss, Sirius. My room was gross. I'm just stubborn."

"Mm. Thought so," Sirius said and kissed him on the side of the head, "Go enjoy the rest of your ruddy Saturday."

"I HAVE APPEASED LORD BLACK, MASTER LUPIN. I HAVE BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO SEE THE GREAT OUTDOORS FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE AFTERNOON, A JOYOUS DAY!" Harry shouted and Sirius cracked a smile, shoving Harry just hard enough to send him off balance.

unexpected meetings in the astronomy tower and an improbable alliance

fake dating au but it’s *actually* fake and they just want to make their lovers jealous? anyone?

(i might make more simpler parts bc i have like a whole fic in mind LMAO)

also page three and four are low quality bc i have a toxic relationship w procreate, so don’t zoom in too much.

close up and jily icons:

When you look up all the Marauder’s name’s in Urban Dictionary:

Gang gang

everyone at hogwarts knows about harrys gay dads but some people hear about these two older gay men and for the first time in their lives feel seen. some people, like a certain fruity slytherin kid.

basically draco would have been much less of a twat if he had a positive gay influence in his life, or at the very least someone to tell him he doesnt have to listen to his dad

"Remus and James bonding over liking the Black Brothers" blah blah, give me Regulus and Sirius muttering to each other in French whenever either of their respective crushes does literally anything. Give me the Black Brothers being so beyond fucked with who they like that they turn to each other