#marauders musings

[papillon-mechant]

late night encounters-[R.L.]

summary: the pastor’s daughter meets a local delinquent (pastor’s daughter!reader x dealer!remus)

checking your watch, your eyes grow wide at the time, 11:30. bible study had ran later than usual today, so you were forced to walk home due to all the bus stations being closed.

you glance around at your surroundings and notice a familiar candy shop on the corner. you sign in relief, knowing the shop was only a few blocks away from your house.

upon turning the corner where the shop stood, you crash into something hard, stumbling backwards and holding your bible tight against your chest.

you gasp loudly, expecting to fall back and crack open your skull. but instead, you feel a large pair of hands grab hold of your waist, catching you just before you hit the pavement.

“oh my goodness, i’m so so sorry sir. it’s really dark out here and i wasn’t watching where i was going and-“ your rambling stops when you finally look at the face of your “savior”

he was definitely older than you, at least 25. he had golden brown waves that fell lightly over his eyes. his hair, however, doesn’t cover the large scar that crosses his face.

“doesn’t that bible of yours say anything about staring being rude?” he teases, a devious smile crossing his face. your breath hitches as your words get caught in your throat.

he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, lifting your body back into a standing position. you hadn’t even noticed that he was still holding you. you awkwardly clear your throat, eyes glued to your mary janes.

“um, i’m sorry. thank you for catching me.” you laugh nervously. he hums in response, slowly eyeing you up and down, making you quite flustered.

“it’s a little late for a little lady like you to be out here all alone don’t you think?” he asks, leaning against the brick wall, “especially the pastor’s daughter.” He smirks.

you gasp, “how did you know-“ he cuts you off with a small laugh.

“everyone around here knows who you are sweetheart.” your face burns with embarrassment at his nonchalant use of another pet name.

“well i was just heading home so, thanks again.” you mumble, starting to walk around him. but he stops you with a hand on your arm.

“i meant it when i said it was too late for you to be out here alone,” he speaks sternly, sending a shiver down your spine, “hop in, i’ll give you a ride.” he nods towards the old truck parked on the corner. you nervously bite your lip, contemplating your decision.

sure you’d just met him and know nothing about him. bud it was so late, and you hated walking in the dark. so you nod your head, turning to follow him to the truck.

during the ride, you try your best to ignore the strange smell of his car. it smelled almost like a skunk, but you’d never seen one in the neighborhood before.

you notice a small bag in the side of the door, seeing what looks like pieces of chocolate inside the bag. you bite your lip, nervous to ask.

“um, c-can i have one of those chocolates?” you mumble shyly. the man smirks, shaking his head at your request.

“sorry little one. i don’t think those are the kinds of chocolates the pastor’s daughter should be eating.”

you sigh, a small pour crossing your features. you endure the awkward ride for a few more minutes before you reach the street where your house sits.

you exit the car, thanking him shyly, “thank you again-“ you pause, realizing that you don’t even know his name. he catches on to your confused expression quickly.

“remus, my name is remus. but you can call me moony.” he smirks.

“okay um…moony. thank you for the ride. i appreciate it. also, i think you may have hit a skunk.” you say to him. he smiles, holding back a laugh at your innocent comment.

“thanks for the heads up sweetheart, i’ll be sure to check.”

credit to @gxtitobxby for helping w/ the concept. this ended up being longer than i expected lol

ik i said i wouldn’t be posting but this is the first thing i’ve had inspiration for in forever so i had to write it before i lost the motivation.

#remus lupin blurb #remus lupin #🌸remus #marauders musings #dealer!remus #pastor’s daughter!reader #dealer!remus x pastor’s daughter!reader #remus lupin x reader

[cndarts]

hes a masterpiece covered with art

#totally just a tattoo study #AGAIN #hes my muse #my babygirl #marauders fanart #marauders #mwpp era #sirius black #wolfstar #padfoot

[lexithwrites]

Remus uses his camera everywhere, he rarely leaves home without out, but has a habit of taking photos of Sirius/with Sirius in. And Sirius never really knew why, until their wedding night when Remus gives him a huge scrapbook of hundreds of photos of them and Sirius and they’re all labelled and there’s small passages from big anniversaries, when they graduated university, when they moved in together, getting their first pet etc and Sirius is in tears he loves this man so much

#Remus being a quiet photographer is my weakness #Sirius is his forever muse #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

[siriuslygay1981]

James- Draw me like one of ur French girls

*Bats his eyelashes with a grin*

Regulus- You're an idiot

*James grinning as regulus yanks James's collar, pulling him into a kiss. James pulls regulus closer by the hips*

Regulus-Take ur clothes off

James- Wha-what?!?

*Regulus backs up and takes his sketchbook out*

Regulus- You asked, so deal with it. Take em off.

#marauders era #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards from the 70s #harry potter marauders #hp marauders #marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus incorrect quotes #jegulus #jamespotter #james fleamont potter #james x regulus #regulusblack #regulus a black #regulus arcturus black #artist regulus #james teasin reg cuz why not #james is regulus' muse #also thought of this cause i saw a video of this guy pulling his gf in by the waist #and all i thought was wow regulus so has a slutty waist #and james cant keep his hands off of it #also i constantly think of memes in my head #and bam thats the post

[incorrectwolfstar]

in their little friends with benefits denial phase

sirius: we said we’d be better off as friends, right?

remus, naked in sirius’ bed looking like a painting: not that i can remember

sirius: fuck me neither

#merry christmas #sorry for not posting #wolfstar #incorrectwolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #incorect quote #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius x remus #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect remus lupin #incorrect sirius black #remus lupin is a painting #and sirius is the muse #atyd marauders #atyd #crimson rivers

[messrmagpie]

You can cry now there's nothing to feel

No one's noticed our loneliness

Remember when you should have teased

And made us scream eternal joy

I believed that you'd always be here

And once you promised a life with no fear

Please don't break my ideals

And say what's fake was always real

Hope was the one, now I'm gone

Take me back again

#marauders #marauders fanart #atyd marauders #moony #padfoot #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus loves sirius #atyd #all the young dudes #harry potter #harry potter fanart #anything for our moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #muse #illustration #fanart

[jamesunderwater]

Glimpse - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

“Pads, it looks great, leave it,” James said, swatting at Sirius’s hands as they fidgeted with the bowtie. He dropped them, his frenetic energy shifting to his feet instead, where they began to bounce up and down. He kept glancing around the room as if something in the corner of the walls would settle him, and when it didn’t, he’d return his gaze to the mirror. There, an image of himself stared back, face pale with nervousness, hair lovingly moussed by Lily, shoulders broad and squared neatly by his tux. He looked good, he knew that—this wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he couldn’t figure out what the problem was. His stomach continued to eat itself.

Still staring at his reflection, he stuttered at James. “I think—maybe there’s—did we forget—oh, the setlist!” He glanced at his best friend then, suddenly relieved that he might have found the missing piece causing his unease. “Did we ever—?”

James cut him off. “Yes, we gave the band the setlist. Everything’s settled, mate. There’s nothing left to worry about…” James’s voice trailed off, a hint of concern in his tone. He’d been eyeing Sirius with that same concern for the last thirty minutes, secretly trying to puzzle out what was going on inside his best friend’s mind. Sirius knew this, as if he were in both his own and James’s mind at once. Usually, knowing James that well was a reassurance, but right now the echo of his own anxiety was not helping.

He slumped, running a hand through his hair, and turned away from the mirror. “Right. Maybe I just need some air. How long have we got?” He toyed with his cufflinks while James checked the time, letting him know he had ten minutes.

“Oi, I’m trusting you not to be a runaway bride, alright? Go get your air, but just know, I’m sending Lily after you if you’re not back in 8 minutes.”

Sirius couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the threat, nodding. “Got it.”

Leaving the room, he wondered at where he was actually headed. For air? For an emergency exit? Was he actually considering a runaway? His nervous feet moved without thinking, carrying him down the hall to the other dressing room, where he stopped at the closed door. This is what he really wanted. Just a moment with him, to remember the person he was choosing. He felt sure that would settle his raging stomach, just to meet his eye for a moment. But they’d discussed this at length, and Remus wanted the moment. He wanted his first look at Sirius today to be the moment he was heading down the aisle toward Remus. That stupid romantic git.

Sirius deliberated for a moment. If he was quiet…Remus could still have that moment. All he needed was a glimpse, really. Carefully, he reached for the doorknob and turned it as noiselessly as he could. The door was mercifully quiet, and he managed to open it an inch without making a sound, revealing a bright room. Lily’s red hair was the first thing he saw, directly in front of him, blocking the view of the taller body in front of her. Without noticing, he held his breath, waiting for her to step aside.

The moment he saw him, Sirius let out an audible sigh. He felt all of the tension in his body drain away, the gnawing in his stomach immediately turning into a lurching need to wrap his arms around the man before him. Remus was smiling brightly; everything about him seemed to glow, in fact. His hair was just the kind of messy Sirius liked, his strong hands working on closing the buttons of his coat, and he gave no indication of anxiety. In fact, he seemed to be joking with Lily about something Sirius couldn’t quite hear. And Sirius felt it, that settled feeling he’d been searching for. Rooted again by this simple glimpse, he closed the door gently, and returned to the room where his best friend waited.

“Ready,” he breathed, smiling brightly.  

#i am incapable of writing short things oops #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfiction #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #my writing #ch: padfoot #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #wolfstar microfic #muses #wolfstar microfic* #wolfstar*

[pregnant-piggy]

April

The Artist’s Muse series (one part left!!)

Remus Lupin x reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: James and Sirius try to convince you Remus is in love with you and you don’t believe them. but buried feelings are bound to explode one day and when they do...

warnings: some nice making out ;)

check out the playlist here

A shy sun was falling through the store-front window of Muses on your shoulders, warming up your body through your cardigan. You looked at the mess around you, a pair of scissors and left-over scraps of paper, a string of fairy lights, yesterday’s newspaper of the 29th open on the advertisement for Muses’ one-year anniversary tomorrow, May 1st , the remnants of Remus’ breakfast, the cardigan that you’d thrown aside. You figured you’d clean later and looked up.

“You’re wrong, Rem.”

Remus turned his head, looking down at you, and quirked an eyebrow. “Wrong?”

“Yes.” You got up from the ground, where you had been cutting flyers. “It would look better above the check-out.”

Remus let go of the banner that was still waiting on Sirius’ offer to be painted and crossed his arms over his chest. You tried very hard not to stare at his biceps in the t-shirt he was wearing. You were sure you were doing a very bad job.

“Would it now?” Remus asked and the smirk he gave you told you that you had in fact been doing a terrible job trying to hide your gaze. “And why, if you think so, didn’t you tell me before I climbed on top of this wobbly chair?”

You shrugged. “And miss out on this view? I don’t think so.”

Remus jumped down and stood in front of you, a little too close for friendly innocence. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting back a smile when his eyes flickered down to your lips.

“Fine,” he said, his voice so low you could feel it in your chest. “But we’re switching positions.”

He pushed the banner into your hands, leaving sparks wherever he touched your skin. You took a deep breath and turned around, heading straight for the check-out counter so Remus wouldn’t see how flushed you were.

This was how it had been going for a month now, shameless flirting, lingering stares, always being a little too close together. You were treading dangerous waters, crossing boundaries you had set for yourself, but it was so fun. You loved seeing the blush on Remus’ cheeks, loved the elevated feeling in your stomach when he let his hands linger longer than necessary, loved how despite the insecurities and fears it brought along, it felt safe because it was Remus.

That didn’t mean that it was all sunshine and blue skies, however. Because while you didn’t know where Remus was standing, you were falling hard. With each smirk, each gaze, each nickname and joke, you were falling more and more in love with him and there was no way you could stop it.

You were unsure what Remus thought of you; if he considered you as a friend and just went along for the jokes or if there really was something more to his smirk and glances. The constant doubt was tiring and on top of the already long and exhausting days you were having while preparing for the one-year party at Muses, you ended most of your days in a deep sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

After positioning the banner above the counter, you looked over your shoulder at Remus, who was too late to pretend he hadn’t been staring. You ignored the burst of butterflies in your belly and tilted your head to the side.

“And?”

Remus leaned back on his elbows, watching you. “You were right.”

“I told you it would look better here.”

“Sure, that too.”

You rolled your eyes at him and lowered the banner, dropping it on the floor next to the check-out. Then you turned around and pursed your lips as you looked down on the ground. Climbing on top of the counter had been fine, but you weren’t so happy to jump off it. You’d probably twist an ankle and with the party so close you didn’t want to risk it.

It turned out you didn’t need to. Within a few seconds, Remus was standing in front of you, hands wrapping around your hips. You barely had the time to hold yourself onto his shoulders before he lifted you off the counter and you were up in the air.

You tried to fight it but you couldn’t and a loud giggle slipped from your lips as Remus placed you back on the floor. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his arms and heat flushed your cheeks as you touched the arms you had been staring at all morning.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, staring at Remus’ chest before looking up into his eyes.

He gave your hips a soft squeeze. “No problem, love.”

You were sure you were melting under his sweet smile so you quickly pulled away from him and picked up the banner. “I uhh—I’ll bring this to Sirius. It’ll be… It’ll be done tomorrow morning.” You glanced over your shoulder on your way out of the store and caught Remus watching you with an expression that you couldn’t place.

“Alright,” he said, his tone strangely flat.

“Should I bring anything? Coffee? Tea?” You raised your eyebrows. “Orange juice?”

A smile broke on Remus’ face and internally you did a little dance. He shook his head. “Have you watched Notting Hill again?”

“Of course,” you said, opening the door and stepping through. Then you peeked back in and smirked. “There’s just something so sexy about a man owning a bookstore.”

- – - – -  

After Sirius had put away the banner with the promise he’d paint it as soon as he got home, he started on your coffees and asked you, “How’s it coming along?”

You groaned and dropped your face in your hands on the counter. “There is so much we have to do. No way we’ll finish in time.”

“Sure you will,” Sirius said, laughing at you over his shoulder. “If you stop flirting all the time.”

“We’re not flirting all the time,” you huffed, lifting your head.

Sirius turned around with the first coffee. He placed it in front of you but as you went to grab it he held it back. “Darling, when I look through the window there is always one of three things happening. One, you are staring at Remus—”

“I am not!”

“—Two, Remus is staring at you.”

“Sirius!”

“Or, three, you’re both staring at each other and we can feel the sexual tension all the way back in the kitchen.” Sirius looked at you intently and then pushed the coffee over. “And I’m not saying that to make fun of you. Or… maybe a little, but what I mean is that it’s obvious you like each other.” He got started on the other coffee.

You shook your head. “I appreciate you saying that but I’m sure Remus doesn’t feel the same way. It’s just fun.”

“Okay.” Sirius dropped the coffee beans he was filling the machine with back into the jar and turned around. “Listen up now. We didn’t want to get involved because it’s your life and your choices and whatever, and as much fun as it has been watching you and Remus make fools of yourselves these past months, it stops now. Remus is in love with you, darling, and it’s about time you finally realise that.”

You blinked at Sirius, opened your mouth to react, but then closed it again. You took a deep breath and said, “What?”

“Remus. Loves. You.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you quickly said. He couldn’t, could he? Could Remus, the person you’d been falling for hard and fast, your best friend, could he love you back? “No. You’re joking.”

Sirius sighed dramatically and pointed at the door that led to the kitchen. “In. Now.”

Quickly you ran into the kitchen, where you nearly collided with James. He looked up from the cookies he was decorating—you recognised Muses’ storefront on them—and frowned. “What’s going on?”

Sirius, who’d followed after you, gestured at James. “James will explain that Remus loves you and I will not let you out until you accept it.”

“But—”

Sirius lifted a hand and silenced you. “I know you have a lot to do, so you better hurry up.”

He left and you stood there in the kitchen, mouth open and head a chaos. You spun around to James. “What the hell is going on?”  

He watched you with a funny smile and gestured for the stool next to him. “You might want to sit down for this.”

- – - – -  

The walk back to Muses wasn’t nearly as long as you needed to sort everything out in your head. There was no way. Just no way.

Of course you had let the bud that was planted inside of you on New Year’s Eve grow out into a full flower of hope, but that did not mean you had actually expected it to happen. It was more of a fantasy you’d kept alive, nothing more than a what if.

But now Sirius and James had thrown the truth into your face, or at least tried to. You still weren’t sure if you believed it. Not because you thought they were messing with you, but because your head couldn’t wrap around the thought of Remus loving you.

James had tried to explain it but you’d sat through his monologue in shock, only getting half of what he told. Your mind was full of doubt. If Remus remembered the kiss on New Year’s Eve, why hadn’t he spoken to you about it? And if he had been hurt by you going on a date on Valentine’s, why had he seemed so happy for you? If he was in love with you, really loved you, why hadn’t he shown it? Why did he pull away from you, looked away, kept you at a distance?

Before you had any answers, you’d reached the door of Muses again and you took a deep breath before plastering a smile on your face. As long as you didn’t have clarity, you couldn’t show anything was off. First there was the anniversary party, and then you’d deal with the mess in your head.

You pushed the door open and were met with the familiar scent of books, the smell of home. In the past year, Muses had grown from the place you worked to a home that you loved even more than your own apartment. Stepping inside was like having a blanket thrown over your shoulders on a cold day, a hug from a loved one when you were feeling down. You adored every single corner and shelf, the books with their colourful spines, the dust collecting on the top of the bookcases because you couldn’t reach it but were too proud to ask Remus to do it, the plants on the windowsill and the check-out and the shelves and the floor. There wasn’t a thing that you didn’t love, but maybe what you loved the most was that it was your and Remus’ all alone. You had built this together. You had gone on this wicked adventure and now it was a year later and it was better than you’d ever imagined.

And there he was. Your best friend. Your companion. The person you were meant to have in your life forever.

He turned around upon hearing you enter, somewhat of a worried expression on his face, but it cleared quickly. “What took you so long?”

You swallowed, felt the heat creep up but bit it back and flashed a smile. “You know how Sirius is. He wouldn’t stop talking about his ideas for the banner. But I got a free coffee out of it, so…” You shrugged and walked over to Remus to hand him his drink. His fingers brushed yours.

“If it’s that easy, you should always be the one to get coffee,” he joked, wrapping his hand around the paper cup to feel how hot it was. Considering it had been well over fifteen minutes since Sirius had made it, you figured it was almost iced coffee now.

“It’s a gift,” you said, tearing your gaze from Remus’ hands. “You couldn’t do it.”

Remus took a drink. “Hmm,” he hummed before swallowing. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“No? So if you walked over there right now and asked for a free coffee, you’d get one?”

He looked from the coffee in his hand to Hot Stuff across the street and then to you. He grinned. “Why would I do that if I already have someone who can do that for me?”

“You’re just scared,” you huffed. “You know you can’t do it. You don’t have the gift.”

Remus’ pupils grew bigger as he looked at you. “I don’t need to. I have you.”

You took a big sip to hide your fluster.

- – - – -  

By the time you closed the door of Muses it was dark outside. Everything was as good as done for tomorrow. You had reorganised the space so more people could fit inside, set the table for the caterers—James and Sirius—and box with the last-minute short stories that Remus had written stood in the corner, waiting to be shared with your guests. Tomorrow morning you only had to set everything outside and you’d be ready for the party.

You watched Remus as he locked the door, appreciating the golden shine of his curls in the streetlight. As if everything wasn’t stressful enough, you hadn’t been able to shake Sirius’ and James’ words. Yes, being around Remus did not go without a smile or a stare or a joke, but could he really be in love with you? He didn’t seem as plagued by the butterflies as you did.

“Ready?” Remus asked, holding out his hand to you.

You took his hand and as you did said butterflies began to flutter lively. Internally you sighed; whether Remus was in love with you or not, it was impossible that he had not noticed how you felt about him. And if he, according to James, was in love with you too, why had he never mentioned anything?

It wasn’t hard to draw the conclusion. James and Sirius were wrong; Remus didn’t love you. The flirting was all just fun to him and he had never said anything about your obvious crush because it was too awkward.

Even though you knew, had always known, that falling in love with your best friend was the worst thing you could do, the realisation hit your stomach like someone kicking you.

“Are you alright, love?”

You looked up at Remus, felt his hand still in yours. “I’m fine.”

His eyes scrunched together so slightly that you wouldn’t have seen it if you hadn’t been so close to him and you knew he didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t—he was the one and only person in your life who could always tell when you were lying.

“Because you’ve been kind of off all day,” he went on, giving your hand a little squeeze. “What’s going on in your brilliant mind?”

You gave a flustered huff. “Nothing much. Just… thinking about tomorrow.”

If you hadn’t known better, you would have said the expression that crossed Remus’ features was one of disappointment, like he had expected a different answer. “Okay,” he said slowly, examining your face a little longer before smiling at you. “Let’s get you home then.”

Remus walked you home and while you appreciated the company, you felt your heart break a little more each time he looked at you, each time he called you “love”, each time his hand moved in yours but never let go. Yet you also knew that there was no one else whose company you could have endured at this moment. Even when he was the cause of your heartbreak, Remus was still your best friend and he knew exactly what to do to cheer you up and make you laugh.

When you reached your front door, you felt strangely light and delicate, like you were a ball of glass dangling from a thin thread, not yet broken but close to falling and shattering on the ground. You didn’t want Remus to go yet, afraid that you would fall apart as soon as you were alone, so when you fished your key from your bag, you looked up and said, “Come up with me. I’ve finished that book you lent me.”

If there was any hesitation in his mind, he was good at hiding it, because there was only a smile on his face as he watched you unlock the door and followed you inside.

By the time you’d reached the third floor of your building, you had convinced yourself that inviting him up was the worst decision you had ever made, but it was too late to go back now. You stepped inside your apartment, said something about the book being in your bedroom, and went there without looking at Remus.

But your apartment wasn’t so big that going to another room meant you couldn’t communicate with each other anymore.

“What did you think of it?” Remus asked. “The book?”

In your bedroom, you stood with the paperback in your hands, staring at the cover, feeling all sorts of emotions swirling inside of you. You were sure you were going to be sick.

“It’s—I thought it was alright. Bit strange. Not a big fan of the ending.”

Remus’ deep laugh echoed through your apartment and you tightened your grip on the book. You couldn’t do this. He needed to leave so you could freak out on your own.

“I thought you’d say that,” Remus’ voice went on, unbothered. “I never expected you to love it, but I thought maybe you would appreciate the backward character development. I know you love villains.”

The chuckle that fell from your lips was so dry that it hurt your throat. He knew what you loved. In books, for breakfast, when listening to music. He knew what season you loved the most, what film, which jumper, which flower. He knew everything, but did he also know who you loved?

“Love?” His voice was getting closer and you realised you hadn’t answered. “Is everything okay?” Remus appeared in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

You looked from the book in your hands at him and back at the book. You held it out.  

“Here. You are right. I liked that part.”

He took the book and you quickly turned away, pretending to be busy with something on your dresser. Your hands shook as you straightened the stack of magazines on top.

“y/n…”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Except you’re obviously not. What’s wrong?”

You spun around and were met with Remus’ golden eyes suddenly so close you could count the darker specks in them. He reached for you and cupped your jaw with his hand, thumb caressing your skin softly.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

You thought you saw real concern in his eyes, but you weren’t sure you could trust your own brain anymore. It’s what’d gotten you into this mess in the first place. You wanted to turn off you thinking for a moment, tune down the static that never silenced.

But by shutting off you logic, your body came alive. Fire spread from Remus’ hand all over your skin, gathering in your lower stomach. There was that pull, the urge to be closer, the tether between your bodies pulling you together. The air around you grew electric and even if you had wanted to, there was no more hiding it for you.

You wanted to give in, to throw all caution into the wind, and see where it’d get you. You wanted to give your body what it had been craving for all this time. You were tired, so tired, from trying to hold everything back. With every word, every gaze and touch it was harder and harder to keep your walls up, when the life was bursting behind them.

So what was the point? You were bound to break anyway.

Remus’ hand was still on your jaw, his thumb stilling when you leaned into his touch. He sucked in his breath and stared at you with wide eyes.

Maybe his expression should have rung the alarm bells in your mind, but there was only a soft sizzling in your ears as you stared at each other. It was everything of New Year’s Eve amplified threefold.

It could have been a minute. It could have been an hour. You could have been staring into Remus’ eyes all night, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that your body unravelled when he breathed out and closed the space between you.

Last time you’d kissed Remus it had been noisy. There had been loud cheering in your mind, a thousand thoughts and feelings bouncing off the walls. You hadn’t really known what you were doing until you’d pulled away.

But now everything was silent and you only thought one thing; Remus.

It was him. Always would be. Even if everything between you two fell apart, even if he never wanted to see you again, it would be him. He was your person. Now and forever.

Remus’ lips were soft but determined, moving against yours in a way you felt in the furthest vein of your body. He tasted like coffee and vanilla and every memory you shared together. His hand on your cheek had slipped to bury his fingers in your hair and his other hand was in the small of your back, pushing you flush against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer even if it wasn’t possible anymore. You didn’t think, your body moved instinctively, like it had always been made for this.

When you pulled apart, Remus took a small step back, hands never leaving your body. He stared at you in shock, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. You were sure that your expression was similar.

For a long second you stared at each other, but your body ached for more and you were in no state to deny it.

“Remus—” you started and he was kissing you again.

His hands travelled to the back of your thighs and he lifted you up on the dresser. “Tell me,” he said hoarsely against your lips. “If you want me to stop, tell me.” He caught your lips in another kiss, hands all over your body. “Because I don’t think I can stop myself.”

You clasped your hands in his shirt and shook your head. “Don’t stop.”

His lips moved, wandering down your jaw, your throat, to the crook between your neck and shoulder. His teeth brushed your skin and you couldn’t help the needy shiver that ran down your spine.

“One word,” he breathed against your skin. “One word and I’ll stop.”

You pulled on his curls while his mouth worked wonders and closed your eyes. You didn’t even realise you’d given no answer, until Remus pulled back.

“Love?”

You opened your eyes. His pupils were wide. You nodded.

“Don’t stop. Please, Rem.”

He groaned so deeply you felt it in your chest. “That name,” he muttered, kissing you so hard you had to hold onto him to not lose your balance.

His hands gathered the fabric of your shirt and he pulled it over your head. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You have no idea,” he said, following each word with a kiss, “how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

You threw your head back, giving him space as he travelled lower. “I know,” you sighed. “I haven’t stop wanting you since New Year’s.”

“No,” he thrummed against your skin. He pulled your head back by your chin and brushed his lips over yours before deepening. “Longer.”

His shirt came off and you took your time exploring his chest, remembering every line and curve until you were sure you could sculpt it from memory. He was gorgeous, fitting to your hands like he was made for you. The invisible string holding you together had wrapped around your bodies, tying you to one another, never to let go.

You let yourself drift away in the heat, tearing the defences down one layer at the time until there was nothing separating the two of you anymore. He was all over you like a starved man and his words rung in your head as you built and came apart together in the dark of the night, getting familiar with all the parts you had never known before, realising that even after all these years there was so much you could learn about him, so much you were dying to get to know.

No. Longer.

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MASTERLIST    

#the artist's muse #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin #marauders imagine #marauders x reader #marauders #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter #remus x reader #remus imagine #moony

[miss-star-dust]

I'm sorry but someone listen to Ghosts (How Can I Move On) by Muse and tell me that it's not about post 1981 wolfstar from Remus' POV

"How can I move on When everyone I see still talks about you? How can I move on When all the best things I have we made together?"

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #sob #rjl #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders era #halloween 1981 #padfoot #moony #remus lupin x sirius black #Spotify #MUSE #wolfstar coded

[papillon-mechant]

I know I already requested and you totally don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but can I ask for skittles and nachos? ☀️

babe you can request as much as you’d like this celebration is quite literally for you

“keep your eyes on the movie.” remus demands, holding your head straight and forcing your sight back to the tv screen, and away from the head full of curls between your legs.

to your left, sirius continues his assault on your perked nipples, biting hard at the one in his mouth while pinching at the one in his hand. the sensation of your raven haired roommate’s mouth around your nipples mixed with the feeling of the boy between your legs, it was enough to have your head falling back in pleasure.

but remus wasn’t having it, he wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your head back up within inches of his face,

“what did i just say?” he grits, lips brushing against yours with each word. you whine, prepared to obey once again when suddenly under you, james shoves three fingers past your dripping hole with no warning, and no resistance.

“fuck!” you cry out, head falling into remus’ shoulder. pleasure shoots through your body as your orgasm begins to hit you like a train, but much to your dismay all sources of pleasure are gone all at once. sirius’ lips are no longer attached to your nipples, and james’ face is too far away from your legs for your liking.

sirius tisks, shaking his head in disappointment, “not so fast love, only good girls get to cum. now keep your eyes on the movie.”

#mail 💌 #papillon’s flowers 🌸 #jules my flower 🌸 #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders x reader #roommate!marauders #notsfw.papillon #marauders musings #papillon’s moots celebration #papillon’s moots movie night

[mnemosyne-andthenine]

2024 is going to be the year i finally actually write and publish my jily fic, that's a promise i'm making to myself <3

#fic: make a muse out of me #jily #sunflower #flowerpott #jily fic #marauders fic #james potter #lily evans

[motherfuckingmaneater]

I like your headcanon that Bellatrix looks a lot like Walburga...but how do Sirius and Regulus feel about that?

Sirius finds it hard to look at her sometimes. He likes when she snatches a cigarette from his lips and tells him it's a disgusting little muggle habit before she takes a drag and throws it to the floor, crushing it beneath the heel of her boot. He likes feeling her body under his hands, all fine lines and smooth curves. He likes feeling her hair in his fist and listening to her pretty moans as she takes advantage of him, a slave to the rhythm she chooses for them for the night.

But her face. . . it's just like hers and that makes his stomach clench half in discomfort half in sick twisted lust. He indulges in her anyway, reminding himself she is not his mother, she is his.

After Azkaban it's harrowing how much she looks like his mother. A picture of pureblood perfection horror. He barks and she bites, her nails hurt like Walburga's did, her teeth are sharp and her tongue sharper like Walburga's were. She feels divine, but that's all her, he actually loves this one. He didn't love Walburga Black. Or so he tells himself.

Regulus is shy about it. He clings to Bellatrix the older they get. She's easy to be around, she's protective of him and she cares about her family. When Mother is being disastrously cruel Bellatrix offers a comfort he likes feeling. She feels very similar, long fingers and sharp nails that know when to be gentle. . . it's wretchedly divine.

She kisses his forehead and he could just melt into her, his face pressing to her chest, the words on the tip of his tongue 'mother' but they don't come forth. He can't say it, she may reject him. Her eyes are the same, her laugh the same, her lips the same. Sometimes he leans just too close and she watches him. Will he do it? Will he kiss her? He doesn't, but he's so easy to read.

He finds comforts in Bellatrix he never knew he would. She doesn't smell the same though. Bellatrix smells like purple peony and pine forests, Walburga smells like orange blossom and eucalyptus. It's the closest he'll get and he's alright with that.

#i love comparing these two #honestly they should be mother and daughter #maybe they were who knows #walburga black #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black lestrange #the most noble and ancient house of black #sirius black #regulus black #marauders era #maneaters answered #maneaters musings

[bisousbabie]

Marauder's Rockband AU

Frontman!Sirius

Drummer!James

Pianist!Peter

Bassist!Remus

200 Celebration !

#all images from pinterest #moodboard by me! #I freaking love this AU! Can't get over the idea of being the rockstar!marauder's muse #james potter #hp #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black smut #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus x you #remus x y/n #sirius x oc #james x reader #peter pettigrew #peter x reader #dovey's 200 celebration #moodboard #marauders #marauders moodboard #rockstar marauders #rockstar!sirius #hp aesthetic #harry potter

[starwrittenfates]

"Our 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 is in the 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙎...so let's go and search for it!"

#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ─ A mutually exclusive multimuse multifandom roleplay blog featuring muses from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Other fandoms include: The Witcher, Marvel, God of War, Norse Mythology & more! Fated by Serenity (21+) ✩ GOOGLE SITE . INTEREST TRACKER . STARTER CALLS . VERSES . OPEN STARTERS . HEADCANONS . MOBILE MUSE LIST . WANTED CONNECTIONS . WISHLIST✩

#PROMO ;; we are stars #indie rp #harry potter rp #marauder's era rp #hogwarts rp #hogwarts legacy rp #hp rp #severus snape rp #lily evans rp #wizarding world rp #this took me HOURS to make and I'm actually rather proud of it YAY! #I mostly put my main and primary muses up for it because I'm still struggling with Anne and my OC #I tried to give in a scrapbookey kinda feel

[fuckmymunson]

↳˗ˏˋWhat your favorite HP character says about you:ˊˎ˗ ↴

a/n: don't @ me, this is just a big ol' joke, and you have no idea how much I laughed while doing this. These are my opinions and I’m mostly making fun of myself, so keep that in mind! <3.

↳- Marauders Era! -༉‧₊˚✧

James Potter: The straight A+ student now suffers from raging anxiety and drools for old men. No, come back, I'm talking to you.

Sirius Black: How are your mommy issues going on, dear? Is this one your favorite because it's cool, or you're just really horny? And, how's that desire to get everyone's approval going on?

Remus Lupin: We get it, you like this one! Shut up for five minutes. How do you cope with your daddy issues? Oh, yeah? You don't care? Then why are you crying?

Peter Pettigrew: How does it feel to be ignored in the group chat? Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

Lily Evans: Mommy issues, probably bisexual, middle sibling vibes.

Marlene Mckinnon: I wanna make fun of you, but is so obviously correct. Also, how’s your relationship with your parents? Do they know you're not straight?

Regulus Black: How do you cope with your depression? How does it feel to have the weight of the world on your shoulders? Why do you pretend everything’s fine?

Severus Snape: Thank you for letting me know to ignore all your future opinions. Please, stop ghosting your therapist.

Bellatrix Lestrange/Black: Officer, is this one, right here. I’m terrified of you, please stay 10 meters away from me.

↳- Lighting Era! -༉‧₊˚✧

Harry Potter: The safest option, maybe a little bit overrated, but is still a good one! You have an insatiable desire for sub-boys. Bisexual vibes but you only date gamer boys, nothing more.

Ron Weasley: You’ll never grow out of this phase. You wear converse and you have a transparent phone case. You order matcha, at Starbucks, with oat milk.

Hermione Granger: This may not be everyone’s favourite, but it’s yours and s’ok. Marina stan, Hermit the Frog on repeat. 

Draco Malfoy: This was a big part of your sexual awakening. Daddy issues. You smell nice.

Ginny Weasley: Book biased? You have worryingly anger issues. Movie biased? Please seek help immediately.

Cedric Diggory: You have impeccable taste. You’re gorgeous, be my bestie, no questions.

Fred and/or George Weasley: Perfect out-of-the-box pick! The quality is just high and enough, and the popularity is low enough. But I know what you read, you want both at the same time, am I right? Disgusting (call me xo).

Luna Lovegood: So true. You’re right, you’re correct. You are insane, your mental illness is getting worse every day, but, at least you have a good sense of fashion. Gay vibes, stop playing with your septum please.

Tom Riddle: Nostalgia makes the good things seem great. S’just a phase, I promise. Is like the default settings when you start reading/watching HP.

Voldemort: This was the perfect outside-the-box pick, like, 10 years ago, but so many people that didn't wanna be mainstream picked it that it became mainstream. Please stop with that superiority complex, you’re a very ordinary human being.

#Omenhel’s musings! #what your favorite HP character says about you #Marauders era #Lighting era #Harry Potter #harry potter scenarios #harry potter characters #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #severus snape #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #ron weasley #hermione granger #ginny weasley #fred and george #fred and george weasley #draco malfoy #cedric diggory #tom riddle #voldemort #luna lovegood #by Omenhel!

[meissalambda]

I'm part of the millennial crowd who grew up on Harry Potter and now as an adult have had it blown to bits by JK Rowling being a horrible person.

But I wanna talk a bit about why I write some of the things I write.

I have 2 accounts on ao3 and I do separate my stuff, not coz I'm weird about it or anything but mostly just coz they're so different.

I've been obsessed with Sirius and Remus for years and like most people took All The Young Dudes to heart and dived into that as a whole new canon without, hopefully, the problematic connotations. When I was growing up, teenaged self wanted to know so much more about those guys. POA was always my favourite. I loved werewolves because I have an invisible chronic illness and there's something that sings to me about people not seeing that in you until they do and people expecting things from you due to your diagnosis. I've been told many atime that i can't possibly be tired because I'm too young etc. I saw Remus tired and struggling and related so hard to that.

Sirius though. I fucking love Sirius. Sirius has a problematic family that I could relate with, a bad relationship with his mother, and friends that he could rely on (which I so desperately wanted). I wanted to read so much about his life and how he survived to see how I could too. He's a dude, I see him punk, wearing black with tattoos and his hair all over and it's just so much like I wanted to be but was sorta scared of the family disapproval?

It doesn't matter so much now I'm older but I don't want to stop writing them particularly because I guess there could be other people who wanted the same thing as me. And the community is still alive and well even though we all agree that she sucks.

But also, I guess, I want to give them some kind of happiness because as an adult I've learned to live with my chronic illness, learned to accept it, have found a partner who is wonderful and it's nice to write about people who are just a bit older getting by in the realest way I can while being in love.

If I can bring someone a bit of joy, that means the world to me. And getting out all of that teenage angst is like free therapy haha.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #atyd marauders #ao3 #writing #muse