In Their Own World

*after witnessing remus and regulus jokingly flirt for the past two hours*

james: just so we’re clear, you and regulus aren’t actually dating?

remus: no james. you’re free to shag your best friends brother if you wish.

sirius: WAIT. THATS WHY HE CARED SO MUCH? i thought he was just defending me! james potter you WHORE!

regulus: grow up.

sirius: you want to fuck my bestfriend!

regulus: no? your bestfriend wants to fuck me. i’d be happy with your boyfriend *winks*

remus: i’ll dream of you babe.

sirius: leave my friends alone reggie. you’re infecting them.

how i imagine the harry potter characters while reading the books; part 2 :) marauders/young adults edition!

1. James Potter

2. Lily Evans

3. (young) Sirius Black

4. (young) Remus Lupin

5. (young) Peter Pettigrew

6. (young) Arthur Weasley

7. (young) Molly Weasley

8. (young) Severus Snape

James: remember when you told me to go to the pharmacy?

Regulus: yes?

James "they're out of my ADHD meds for 5 days...

Regulus: oh my god

James: it's gonna be a fun week!!!

Regulus: I'm going to my brother's.

James: through sickness and health motherfucker!!

does anyone here actually like jegulus for the relationship and not just because of brother drama?

i am such a firm believer that regulus fell in love first.

sure, james was interested first. how could he not be? reg was a walking contradiction, so completely different than his brother, yet so similar.

but the interest of someone who wasn’t told to be interested, wasn’t forced into it, wasn’t talking to him for any sort of gain, but just being with him for him, was new. as soon as james started paying attention to him, and talking to him, and smiling at him, regulus was done for. 

regulus barely fought as he went under.

"fuck you I am completely fine"

Proceeds to daydream about my favourite fictional character all day

Alphard: Are you gonna make sure nobody picks on your brother?

Sirius: Mhmm

Alphard: You're gonna stick up for him?

Sirius: Yeah

Alphard: What does he have? Do you remember what it's called?

Sirius: Auto-Autumn...

Alphard: Autistic?

Sirius: Autistic!

Alphard: And if kids pick on your brother, what are you gonna do?

Sirius: Kill them

Alphard: ...reasonable

Sirius: You're pathetic Regulus: No you are Sirius: You like my best friend?! Regulus: And you like yours!

(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)

--

"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."

--

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.