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jameskinniesrise · 3 days

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Remus: James have you ever won an argument with Regulus.

James: We never argue. He speaks French and I shut up.

#marauders era #marauders #regulus black #jegulus #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #starchaser #wolfstar #marauders incorrect quotes

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isabel-lillah · 3 days

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"Pandora is my Sirius," Regulus confessed one night in the astronomy tower.

"What do you mean, love?" James asked, not stopping threading Reg's hair.

"She is my best friend, a sibling I never had... my ride or die, my platonic soulmate. The one person who always saw right through me."

Regulus took only a second before he continued: "I would kill, die, and live for her. Sirius is your person. Pandora is mine."

#regulus black #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #james potter #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #slytherin skittles #the slytherin skittles #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 days

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Remus Lupin had to physcially fight James Potter to stop him from proposing to Regulus Black with a flash mob send post.

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moonstruckme · 2 days

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Can you maybe do something with one of the marauders being protective of reader (not poly just a marauder of your choice)

Thanks for requesting!

cw: slightly possessive behavior

roommate!James x fem!reader ♡ 883 words

“Who-oa.” James gawps as you walk past his room, and you turn your head to hide a little smile. “Where are you going so dolled up?”

Your smile slips, brow pinching. “Do I look dolled up?” You backtrack a couple of steps, stopping in front of James’ doorway. “Is it too much?”

“I don’t think so,” he says, regarding you from where he sits on his bed. He leans back on his hands. “You look nice. I only say ‘dolled up’ because you’ve got a tad more makeup on than usual, and you’re wearing that top that makes your eyes look pretty. I guess, ah, whether it’s too much might depend on where you’re going. Which is…?”

“Is the makeup that obvious?”

“No, but I see you every day. Where are you going?”

“Dinner.” You blow out a breath, starting back down the hall.

You hear James’ mattress squeak, and then he’s following you. Down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Dinner with whom, may I ask?”

“A friend of a friend. Have you seen my chapstick?”

“Is this a date?”

You pause for a second in your search before jump-starting again. “Using the word makes me nervous.”

“Sorry,” James laughs, the sound like sunlight refracting off water. It relaxes you slightly. “I thought you hated going on dates.”

“I’m trying to get over it.” You check behind the coffee maker, frowning. “Seriously, I don’t have another tube of chapstick. I thought I left it in here yesterday.”

“Did you maybe put it in your bag when we went for pizza last night?”

James’ eyes crease with his smile when your expression lightens. “You’re so right,” you say, starting back for the stairs. “Thanks.”

“No problem. So, have you met this guy before?”

“Nope.” In your haste you miss a step, but James’ hand is right there to steady you. You keep going. “It’s like an arranged marriage, except instead of meeting him at the altar I’m meeting him when he picks me up.”

“Charming. And when is he picking you up?”

“Any minute now.” Your voice is pitchy with false cheer, betraying the hummingbird-fast beating of your heart.

“Doesn’t it worry you that you’re entrusting your safety for the night to this man you’ve never met?”

Your hands are actually trembling as you grab the chapstick from the bag you’d used last night, sticking it in your pocket. “It does, yeah. Thanks for the reminder.”

You turn back around, but James catches you. His hands are warm on your upper arms and his gaze is kind. Steady.

“Sorry,” he says, “I’m not trying to freak you out. I just want to make sure you’ll be okay. Are you bringing your alarm?”

“It’s a public place, James. Ideally he’s not the type to try anything regardless, but surely he won’t in a restaurant.” He looks dissatisfied. “But yes, it’s in my pocket.”

“Attagirl.” James gives your arms a squeeze before releasing you, flopping down on your bed.

It’s not a second later that the doorbell rings and he’s popping right back up again, hot on your heels as you go down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, batting him away as you go for the door. “Go be somewhere else!”

James holds up his hands in surrender and sits down on the couch, but his eyes are trained on the door as you open it up to greet the man outside.

“Hi,” you say, plastering on a smile.

“Hi.” He smiles back. He’s handsome, well-dressed, and carrying flowers. You’re instantly charmed. “Are you y/n? My friend gave me this address.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, and it comes out awkward and pitchy. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“And you are?” Suddenly James is behind you, leaning over your shoulder.

Your date blinks. He says his name like it’s a question.

“Sorry, this is just my roommate.” You laugh again, the nerves in it even more prominent now, and try to shoulder James back from the door.

Unfortunately, James is an immovable wall of solid muscle. He acts like he doesn’t notice. “Nice to meet you. And your last name?”

“James!” You turn to him, appalled. Tell your date, “Ignore him. I’m so sorry.”

“I just feel like it’d be good information to have,” James says with a shrug. You think he’s trying to look intimidating, but it’s really not a very practiced air on him. His big frame does something to make up for it though, biceps bulging where they’re crossed in front of his chest. To you, he still looks decidedly huggable, but your date appears as though he’s garnered a different impression.

“But anyway, you two have fun.” James smiles. You’d have to really know him to know he doesn’t mean it. “Enjoy dinner, and have her back by ten.”

You and your date both chuckle, though you can tell from your roommate’s expression that he’s not fully joking. He keeps up the affable grin anyway.

“Okay, dad,” you tease, squeezing out the door and starting down the front steps. Your date follows. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you at ten.” James steps into the doorframe, waving. “I’ll be here. Don’t forget that your safety alarm is in your pocket!”

Your face heats. When you get home, you’re going to kill him.

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lovetositinsilence · 2 days

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finally started reading all the young dudes, i wanted to draw these two so badly

(inspired by this vid!)

#istg ethan and andy are so adorable i can't #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #marauders fanart #wolfstar fanart #fanart #my art

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constancezin · 20 hours

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Jilypad love and friendship

#james potter #lily evans #sirius black #jily #marauders #jilypad #harrypotter fanart #my art #zin

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stupiddeepp · 2 days

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Regulus *having a minor breakdown*

James *reaching up to wipe his tears*: Hey, it’s gonna be okay.

Regulus *grabs James’ wrist inches before his face*: Don’t fucking touch me.

James: I love you, do it again.

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus incorrect quotes #marauders #dead gay wizards

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we-r-loonies · 2 days

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hc that once, mary was given a detention for her "obscenely short" skirt.

the next day, everywhere you look, students are wearing skirts. there are even a handful of slytherins joining in.

lily has rolled her skirt up, and raises a perfect eyebrow when the teacher hesitates.

marlene has squeezed into one of mary's skirts, and has made tees with "screw sexism" pasted onto the front.

james and sirius strut down the corridors, skirts hiked up higher than mary had ever dared, flashing hairy legs and muscular thighs.

peter follows them, chin raised high in defiance.

even remus agreed, in the name of equal rights. he wears one of marlene's tees, shooting glares at anyone who even thinks about cat-calling the girls.

from then, mary never got another detention... for the length of her skirt, anyway.

#marauders #the marauders #mary macdonald #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #marauders girls #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #feminism

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julesart04 · 2 days

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#Jegulus!#they’re adorable #fanart #marauders #all the young dudes #harry potter #my art #marauders era #illustration #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #lgbtq

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starboyandmoongirl · 2 days

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sirius in tcoptp

art by me

#marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #coptp #cadence of part time poets

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moonstainn · 19 hours

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Remus Lupin you will always be famous

#fanart #digital art #art #marauders #hp marauders #marauders era #hp #remus lupin #remus lupin fanart #james & peter & remus & sirius #wolfstar #marauders fanart #the marauders

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rmr-mori · 3 days

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stinkers

#fanart #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #wolfstar

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 day

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Jegulus and Wolfstar planning a vacation:

Sirius: Okay, so I'll drive and-

James and Remus: Absolutely not.

James: Nope.

Remus: Not after last time.

James: I've just stopped having nightmares.

Remus: I finally regrew my last toe.

Sirius: But guyyyys!

Regulus: What the fuck happened last time?

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #incorrect quotations #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #james x regulus #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius being sirius #remus x sirius

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moonstruckme · 22 hours

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Hello, I saw that your requests are open and I would like to ask for something pre-relationship with James. You could write in which the reader recently moved into a building/condominium and she needs help with something, like something that needs a specific tool or dealing with a spider and she asks her neighbor (James) for help? I think it would be something cute, like love at first sight. (I'm sorry if you don't want to write, but I saw a video like this and thought it would be cool to read something about it)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

neighbor!James x fem!reader ♡ 868 words

James almost doesn’t hear the knocking the first time. It’s hardly more than a couple of light taps, like someone might have bumped their bag into his door as they went by. Still, it gets his attention. James pauses in cutting up melon for tomorrow’s breakfast, head angling towards his front door.

It comes again, a bit less tentative this time, and he sets down his knife, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before going to the door.

You’re standing in the hall with your arms crossed tight against the nighttime chill that seeps into the building, wearing fuzzy slippers and what are quite clearly pajamas. You give him James a terse smile, looking somewhere between apologetic and panic-stricken.

“Hi,” you say, at the same time as he says, “Hello.”

Your smile blooms a bit more genuinely at that, and James is glad for it. You’re quite lovely when you look at him like that. It makes him wish he was wearing something other than his pajama bottoms or had brushed his teeth after his garlicky dinner.

“Hi,” you say again. “Um, I’m really sorry to bother you this late, but I’ve just moved in next door and I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

“Of course,” he agrees. No context needed. James prides himself on being neighborly, but he thinks he’d probably do just about anything you ask him to. “What is it?”

“There’s a cockroach in my living room.” You deliver the news with a grave face, like his revoking his offer of help is predetermined. “I’ve been trying to put a cup over it for, like, twenty minutes probably, but it’s too fast and I can’t really corner it by myself.”

“Ah.” James steps outside, closing his door behind him. “Alright, yeah, I’m sure we can take care of that. Lead the way, lovely.”

You take a bolstering breath before stepping into your apartment, making him grin. It really is just right next to his, and this knowledge seems like a dangerous thing to have. James is going to have to start playing his music a tad lower and making sure he looks decent every time he goes outside.

Just inside the door, there’s a broom propped against the wall. You take it up.

“Okay,” you say, awfully serious for someone in fuzzy slippers wielding a broom, “I was thinking I’d get him into that corner there, and then you could put the cup over him.” You nod towards a cup turned facedown on the coffee table. James picks it up. Some of the determination slips from your expression, eyebrows twitching towards each other, as you look at him. “Sorry to drag you into this. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s really fine,” James laughs. “This isn’t the first time someone has called me over to take care of a bug, and you live a lot closer than my mate did at the time.” In the period in between James and Sirius living together and Sirius moving in with Remus, his friend had forced James over to his flat at least twice a week so that he could trap spiders under cups while Sirius shrieked “Kill it! Kill it!” from atop his kitchen table.

You grimace. “Well, it’s good to know you’ve had practice. Okay, last I saw him he was under the couch. Ready?”

James nods, holding the cup in his hand.

You sweep the broom tentatively underneath the couch, starting at one end at working your way to the other. Just when James is starting to come to terms with the idea that the roach has moved to an unknown location, it skitters out from that opposite end.

You go after it with impressive grit, blocking its attempted escape underneath a nearby chair and herding it towards the corner.

“Ready?” You don’t take your eyes from the bug for a second, but James nods anyways as he steps forward, cup held aloft.

The roach runs into the corner, and James descends upon it. He lowers the cup quickly, not wanting the small creature to catch on and rebel against its eviction, but the thing moves quicker.

It flies towards him.

James makes a not-super-dignified yelping sound and trips backward, landing fortunately in the chair. You shriek and swat at it with the broom, missing by a meter. You both track the cockroach as it lands on a wall.

“Fuck,” James breathes. He’s aware that he’s not making a great impression right now, but he feels like he’s just been attacked. “You didn’t tell me it was one of those flying ones!”

“I didn’t think it was!” You’re clutching the broom handle in a white-knuckled grip, your eyes wide. “It wasn’t doing that earlier!”

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay, it��s fine. We’ve still got this. Just, ah, if you decide you’d like to abandon this, sleep at my place, and call pest control in the morning, I’m just saying right now that’d be more than alright with me.”

You meet his eyes. “Think I’m gonna try a bit more first, but I might take you up on that. Thanks.”

James grins. “No worries. Always good to have a backup plan.”

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incandescentwarmth · 2 days

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I think my favorite wolfstar trope is Remus braiding Sirius’s hair

He did it for the first time when Sirius got sick. The curls were sticking to his fevered skin and he wanted to make sure it was out of his face. It was a lose plait in the back that looked pretty terrible and didn’t hold but it did the job and was appreciated.

A few days later, Sirius left the door to the bathroom open when he was getting ready. Remus was watching him quietly, not wanting to disturb, and saw Sirius mess with his hair before getting frustrated and brushing it back out. He did this a few times before giving up and dressing for the day. Later in the afternoon, the two were lounging on the grass in the sun and Remus asked him to sit in front of him. He made two braids on either side, they weren’t fancy but he took his time and they were clean and framed his face nicely. James came out to find them and stopped in his tracks at the smile and blush adorning Sirius’s cheeks.

Sirius never asked Remus to do it but they both knew how happy it made him to have his boyfriend’s hands in his hair so Remus was never hesitant to volunteer. It was always the simple braids though until Marlene got back from quidditch practice one night with two dutch braids that were starting to come undone from the flying. He snuck up to the girls room that night and asked how she did them.

He failed at the fancier styles the first few times, the hair would get tangled or just not sit right. It wasn’t until one night in the common room that Lily was leaning back against Mary’s leg who leaned over and whispered to Remus to pay attention. She did a long French braid down the center of Lily’s hair, going slow enough for Remus to observe. The next morning, Sirius came down for breakfast with two perfect french braids looking at Remus like he hung the moon.

#wolfstar #fluff #fluffy fluff fluff #marauders era #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin

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leftwiththeriverr · 19 hours

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remuuuss

#remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #sirius black #marauders era #marauders fanart #remus lupin fanart #moony #my art #the marauders #harry potter #i lov his skin #😜😩

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