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Author's Note: I saw a tiktok where someone did a skit of some of the Bat Boys dealing with one of them coming out as bi to them, and then I slept a few times and wrote a version with the Marauders. So it's not exact, because I couldn't find it again, but that was my inspiration.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: White Stripe; Purple Stripe; La Vie Boheme; Deconstructed; Entitled; My Favorite Things; Gryffindor MC (x4); Magical MC (x4); Neurodivergent (x2); Rowl in Her Grave; Rian-Russo Inversion; Ethnic & Present; Shifter MC; Booger Breath; Setting Sail; Gwen's HP Bribery (Y); Hold the Mayo; Go Fluff Yourself; Lunar Era; Old Shoes (Y); In a Flash; Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 05
Subject (Task No.): Fashion, Textiles, & Tailoring (Task#2: Write a fic set outdoors.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [165](Peter Pettigrew); Fantastic Beasts [04](Facing a Fear);
Other MC4A Challenges: FaB [Space](Prompt); Set [Space](Prompt);Ship (Canines)[SuMic2 (Purple)]; Hunt [Fa WD (Nonbinary); Fa Items (Scarf; Stick)]; Chim [Loride] (Royal Purple); Fire [x3](Bang Bang; White Stripe ; Marauding Marauders); Garden [Duties (Falling; Whistling; Yelling/Shouting)]; TWT (NB Sirius Black; Marauders Era)[Task#1](Purple); Hang [Phrase 02] (n/a)
Representation(s): NB Sirius Black; Marauders as Family; Coming Out
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Professor's Torment; Hot Apple; Turtle-Duck; Second Verse (Muck & Slime; Most Human Bean; Lyre Liar; Grease Monkey; Lovely Coconuts; Deadliest Catch; Car in a Tutu; Brooms Only; Unwanted Advice; Spinning Plates; Zucchini Bread; Nontraditional; Found Family); Chorus (In the Trench; Abandoned Ship; Creature Feature; Unicorn; Larger than Life; Tomorrow's Shade; Mouth of Babes; Peddling Pots; Machismo; Wabi Sabi; Odd Feathers); Demo 1 (Sweetest Burn; Fruit Fly; Lettuce Hold Hands; Easy Zephyr; Under the Bridge; Dog Star); Demo 2 (Mermaid; Hot Stuff; Some Beach; Sitting Hummingbird; )
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: TY (Enfant); War (Ennui; Sanctuary); Mea (Ennui); FR (Evolution);
Word Count: 911 words

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Confessions
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The Marauders were lounging in the center of the hedge garden on the northern edge of the Potter estate. It had taken them most of the morning to get there, and they were getting hungry, not to mention hot and thirsty. Pretty soon they would need to have James call one of the Potter elves for the basket he had asked to be prepared for this excursion, but maybe not quite yet.

Thankfully, some long ago Potter had thought of that and there was a charmed fountain in the center. The enchantments kept it flowing no matter the weather as well as cool and clean enough to brew potions with no matter what might have ended up in it. That was protection from the falling debris from the fruit trees that dotted the courtyard as much as it was from sweat and dirt from four teens who had thoroughly splashed in it before lounging about the space.

"Hey, uh," Sirius started from his sprawl beneath a plum tree. He brushed aside the dangling tail of the royal purple scarf he had tied around his head to keep sweat from getting in his eyes and glanced over the other three.

Peter had his head propped up on a curl of tree root beneath an apple tree, his whistling snore loud enough to be heard over the burble of the fountain. James was in a similar position to Peter, only with his head propped up on Sirius's thigh instead of a tree root and his hazel eyes idly tracing the way the sunlight fell through the canopy of leaves above them. Remus laid face up on the wide lip of the fountain's basin. He had one foot in the fountain and one foot braced on the ground outside of it. At the sound of Sirius' voice, he turned his head to look at him, eyes turning a bright gold for a moment.

Sirius licked his lips, determined to actually say it this time, like he had been trying to say since a month before the end of the school year when he had figured it out.

"So, um," he started again, "I have something to tell you. I'm, well, I'm not straight. I'm bi."

There was a beat of silence filled only with the fountain's sound and Peter's snores.

"Shocker," James said finally in a dry enough tone that Evans would have spared a moment to be proud before hexing him for mimicking her. "What a complete and utter shock. I might have a heart attack and die from this surprise."

"What?!" Sirius shouted. Peter snorted as he startled awake, half setting up from his own sprawl. He flailed his arms a bit as he fell backwards when he was unable to completely set up. His head made an audible thunk as it hit the root again. "You knew? How did you know? I barely knew!"

"Wha's goin' on?" Peter asked groggily. He yawned loudly. "Did Sirius finally come out?"

"Did anybody not know?" Sirius screeched. "I repeat: how did any of you know? I barely knew!"

"Sirius," Remus said sincerely, "we're your best friends. We know you better than anybody." His cheeks turned a bit pink as he paused to clear his throat. "Additionally, we love you."

"Oh," Sirius breathed, getting a little caught up in how intensely Remus was staring at him at the moment, "tha-thank you, Moony. That, that really means a lot to hear—"

"Not to mention you also terrible at hiding it," James interrupted. Peter nodded his head rapidly in agreement.

"Yeah, also that," Peter continued aloud. His nose wrinkled in thought. "Actually, mostly that."

"I was not hiding it," Sirius protested. "I was discovering myself, and even if I was hiding it, I was not terrible at it. I am a master of secrecy and absolute queen of subtlety."

"Oh, sure," James agreed easily, "you're subtle. Say, Remus, for no particular reason, can you take off your shirt?"

"Really?" Remus asked. "Of all the things you could use to prove your point, you want me to strip for it?"

"I'll be sure to throw a few coins your way," James assured him, already sitting up to wiggle his hand into his pocket in hopes that he had at leas sickle or two to do as promised. Remus rolled his eyes but reached for the hem of his shirt. Peter rolled his eyes and picked up a stick to start idly doodling in the dirt with it. Sirius made a choking noise.

"Stop," Sirius pleaded. "I get your point. I get your point. You can stop."

"Maybe he should keep going," Peter suggested. He stabbed his stick into the dirt a few times, not looking up at any of them. "Maybe then they'll stop pining after each other."

"I like this plan," James agreed. He grinned widely, his perfect teeth glinting brightly in the dark tan of his face. "Sorry, darlings. There's only room in this group for one pining fool, and until I can convince Evans to finally date me, it's gotta be me. So make with the kissing already."

"Sirius doesn't want to kiss—"

"Remus doesn't want to kiss—"

Just like they had both started protesting at the same time, they both cut themselves off as they realized what the other one was saying. They ended up just staring at each other in surprise. James thumped Sirius on the back.

"You were saying?"