Updated To Include AO3 Handle :)

Updated to include AO3 handle :)

Ah OK I'm nervous about self-promo, but here goes nothing. If you enjoy my work then you can find me on AO3 under the handle WeasleyKitten01. I currently have on offer:

A long-form Perciver fic (from 6th year through to after the war so very angsty in places) [WIP] - I just wrote chapter 27 for this and hoo-ee let me tell you, it's gonna take me some time to get over that one

An A/B/O AU Wolfstar fic [WIP] - NSFW and fluffy

An angsty Hogwarts era Wolfstar fic [WIP] - some angst, heck-tone of NSFW

A Rosekiller 2-parter [complete] - just pure filth

A Hogwarts years Starchaser fic [unposted WIP] - coming soon to a phone screen near you

All of the above are rated E and all of the Marauders Era ones are no Voldy AUs, just to make you aware. I also have a smutty coming-out Dron fic on an old Fanfiction account that I'm considering re-writing on AO3, if this is something you'd like to see then hmu.

Anyways, thanks 😊

3am in the Marauder's Dorm:

Sirius: I SAID HEY!

James and Peter: HEY!

Sirius: YOU!

James and Peter: YOU!

Sirius, James and Peter: GET OFFA MY CLOUD!

Remus: Holy shit I have never been closer to triple homicide in my entire life you three better shut the fuck up and go to sleep or so help me God -

Y'all ever just wandering around, going about your day, and suddenly your brain provides you with Jenna Marbles' rendition of 'No Tears Left to Cry'?

OK so I've been seeing some chats about how the boys' appearances have changed over time and I have some feelings.

I feel like Sirius had the most robust jaw out of the Marauders. Like that thing was fucking strong as hell, and he had these sharp cheekbones too that just made him look angular and sinister, even when he grinned. Especially when he grinned. But that doesn't stop me from believing that he would absolutely melt when Remus would grip his chin to tilt his head back and make him meet his gaze.

I also am a very firm believer that Sirius was an ATHLETE. Like, all of that Quidditch that James made him do, he had to have some muscles on him. In my head, he always rolls his shirt sleeves up, then complains that they're too tight around his biceps. Bitch, we get it, you could crush walnuts with those things. But for all his strength and agility, the moon would still give Remus the advantage, even if that only lasted for like 4 days out of the month until he went back to being a weedy, chronically fatigued lanky boi.

Like I am one hundred percent here for masculine Sirius. I just genuinely think that he turned into a soft little puddle of goo whenever Remus so much as breathed in his direction, and that shouldn't automatically feminise him.

HOWEVER, if fem Sirius gives you absolute life, then by no means do I want to take that away from you 💜

3am in the Slytherin Dorm:

Barty: *whispering* Rosie

Evan:

Barty: *louder whispering* Oi, Rosie

Evan:

Barty: *straight up just talking* Rosie Posie, rosiest apple of my eye, my rose that by any other name would smell as sweet, oh Rosie my -

Regulus: *irritable and groggy* Merlin and Morganna both, Rosier, put me out of my misery before I do it for all of us and answer him

Evan: *completely awake* What, Bat?

Barty: Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?

Evan:

Regulus:

Barty:

Evan: This is your fault for encouraging him to read, Black.

AU, no Voldy, everyone lives. London, 1986.

26 year old Sirius Black, alone in his and Remus' flat, waiting for Remus to come home from work. He's in boxers, one of Remus' baggy t-shirts and fluffy socks. He has a cigarette in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other as he dances around the kitchen. On the record player, as loud as it will go, is The Smiths' album The Queen is Dead, and Sirius is screaming the words, 'Now I know how Joan of Arc felt!'