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moonstruckme · 3 months

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heyy :)) would you maybe write something for remus with a reader that sometimes goes nonverbal?? i would really appreciate it, no pressure tho<33

Hi! I had to read up on this a bit, so I apologize for any inaccuracies. Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: reader gets overstimulated

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 767 words

Shamefully, Remus doesn’t notice until you’re asked a question. Sirius has been on a rant about the injustice of him being expected to work while there’s a concert he wants to go to next week (he’s used up all his personal days, and his manager has finally caught on to his strategy of pretending to have diarrhea anytime he wants out of a shift) for the past twenty minutes, and James, sweetheart that he is, has tried to bring you into the conversation by asking if you’ve been to any shows you liked.

Remus looks to you for your answer, thinking you might say something about the small concert in the park he’d taken you to before you’d started dating (or started dating officially, that is. Remus had been flirting with you for weeks before you caught on), but you only smile with one side of your mouth and nod. James takes it for shyness and moves on.

Remus feels for your hand under the table intertwining your fingers with his as he ducks towards your ear. “You alright, dove?”

You nod again, neglecting to talk as you rest the side of your head against his shoulder. Remus sweeps his thumb across the back of your hand pensively. You usually don’t have much trouble with his friends, but they are particularly loud tonight. All overeager, talking over each other and making noisy, boisterous sounds whenever one of them makes a joke or a baiting remark. The tables around you aren’t much tamer, everyone in the restaurant almost needing to shout to be heard. He supposes he should have guessed earlier that it could be overwhelming for you.

“Do you want to go?” he murmurs.

You tilt your head back to look at him, your eyes searching. Uncertain.

“I’m ready to leave if you are,” Remus amends. Then you rub your lips together, nodding. “Yeah? Let’s go, lovely girl.”

He stands, moving so you can slip out of the booth. Your table wails and jeers about you leaving so early, and Remus sets a hand on your back as he fields the complaints, leading you away. He’s not entirely ungrateful for the refreshing quiet as you step outside, either.

Your eyes are on him as you walk to the car. Remus raises an eyebrow at you.

“Do you have your pad with you?”

You look hesitant, but nod.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

You frown, digging the small notepad out of your back pocket. Remus passes you a pen. He unlocks his car and opens the door for you, going around to his own seat while you scribble on the page. Once he starts the engine to get the heat going, you nudge the notepad against his leg.

He takes it, reading silently. Are you upset that I made us leave? We can go back if you want.

He suspects his incredulity shows on his face before he schools his expression into gentleness, looking up at you. “Of course I’m not upset,” he says, making sure to hold your gaze when you shy a bit, self-conscious. “I was ready to leave too, but besides that I wouldn’t want to stay if you weren’t having a good time. It’s never a bother.” He sets the notepad back in your lap, taking your hand in his. “Understand?”

You nod, and the bashful little smile you give him makes Remus’ heart feel too big for his chest.

“Good.” He imbues his voice with exaggerated sternness, rewarded when your cheek dimples. “Glad we’re clear on that. Is there anything else you need? You hardly touched your dinner, do you wanna get something before we go home?”

You stick your tongue in your cheek. Remus recognizes the hesitance and releases your hand, pushing the pen back into it.

“Write it down, sweetheart.”

You sigh as though defeated. Your eyes squint a bit as you write, stopping for a second before finishing and passing the notepad back.

Can we drive through somewhere? I don’t want to have to talk to anyone.

“Yeah, easy.” Remus slides it back to you, shifting the car into reverse and backing out of his parking spot. “Do you feel like a milkshake? We could go by the place just down our street, or whatever you—” You nod eagerly, and he smiles. “Yeah? Alright, just write down your order, okay? I’ll read it out when we get there.” You laugh your ass off when Remus unthinkingly reads your whole order aloud to the drive-thru worker, including the note at the end that says Thanks handsome, love you.

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juleswritesstuff · 12 hours

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Saw a post that said "James' thighs are meant to be ridden" and, well...enjoy 🤭

JamesPotter x Reader

Warnings: smut

It was honestly so unfair.

They were there at anyone’s display, exposed, and under everyone’s eyes. Something that you would've liked to keep only for you, but you knew it would've been rather impossible.

And it was so fucking unfair.

James' thighs were to die for.

They were plump and firm, muscle flexing with every movement as he ran on the pitch screaming orders to pass the Quaffle or informing his team mates on other strategies that might’ve been useful during the game. Inches and inches of soft, smooth and tanned skin that made your mouth water and your head spin.

What did he need all those muscles for ?

He flew on a broom for Merlin’s sake, he didn’t need all of that.

“I really don’t know what you’re on about. There are some muggle athletes that have thighs twice as big as his, why are you drooling- oh my God Y/n, stop eyefucking him right now or so Godric help me”

Well, James was your boyfriend. You had every right to eyefuck him, thank you very much.

Apparently Marlene didn’t think the same things you thought when you even as much as caught the smallest glimpse of James’ delicious looking thighs clad in a pair of shorts during Quidditch practice.

And, well, she was right. His thighs weren't enormously big, you too had seen bigger, but they were muscular nonetheless. They were firm, and sturdy and they made you feel so good when they flexed just right and the perfectly smooth skin made contact with your crotch, sending bolts of pleasure down your spine and to your core.

Because, yeah, James wasn't stupid and he definitely noticed the way you gawked at him when he wore shorts or pants that were a bit more tight-fitting than usual.

The smirk on his face became even more mischievous, pleased even, when he felt your eyes on him.

“You know you can -ah, try if you want to, right ?” he asked you once.

He was sitting on his bed, dorm room empty, Sirius, Remus and Peter nowhere to be seen. You were plopped on his lap, one leg on each side, straddling him with your hands fisting his hair lightly, just how you knew he liked it, your lips slotted in a filthy kiss.

Tongues swirling and teeth biting teasingly as you rocked back and forth right on his taint, feeling the outline of his cock through his shorts, filling more and more with each roll of your hips.

He stopped just for a second, enough time to ask the question through broken whimpers.

“Try what ?” you asked back, taking his bottom lip between your teeth to nibble lightly, swiping your tongue on it right after.

He didn't answer, apparently too lost in the gentle friction of your groin against his, but not lost enough to not be able to grab your waist gently, lifting you up like you were deadweight, and maneuvering your position until you were straddling his left thigh, rather than his waist.

As soon as you sat on it fully a moan ripped through your mouth.

Oh, that felt delicious.

The firm flesh and tight, flexed muscles making contact with your core made your eyes roll.

You still had your underwear on, not even able to fully undress as soon as your mouth connected with James’, but if it felt that good with fabric in the way, even though fine and now completely drenched, you couldn't even imagine how it would feel if that little piece of cloth disappeared.

Just the idea made your insides melt.

So, logically, you took your panties off as fast as you could.

And so did he with his boxers.

When your bare core made contact with the tanned skin you almost came on the spot.

You started to rock back and forth without even realizing it, shocks of pleasure traveling through your whole body.

“Fuck, baby look at you” James let out in a breath, his voice less whimpery, but still strained. His eyes were adoring and veiled with lust.

“How-oh, fuck, how did you know ?” you asked, your arms resting on his shoulders for support and your head tilted back after a particularly good flex of his muscle made you see stars, broken moans falling off your lips.

“You're as subtle as a Bludger in the face, love” he said with an airy laugh that died on his throat as soon as your knee came in contact with his cock, now rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

You wet your lips unconsciously.

Oh, to feel that familiar weight in your mouth as your head bobbed up and down slowly, teasing him with your tongue.

Another time.

“Am I ? And here I thought I was being discreet” you said, the sarcasm in your tone broken by the little sounds of pleasure that kept rolling out of your mouth.

You couldn't help it, it felt so good.

He felt so good.

“I could feel your eyes all over me, my legs and my ass. So much about being-shit, discreet”

“It's not my fault -ah, fuck, do that again please, you're built like a goodamn statue, Jamie”

“Oh, am I now ?” he asked teasingly, but he couldn't keep a string of low groans from escaping his throat.

“You know you are, stop acting all coy” you said in a whisper after a particular roll of your hips had hit just right, exactly where you needed it.

He pulled you closer to him and started to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, every fucking centimeter of your body until he reached your lips and he dived in like a starved man.

“You're the one who looks majestic, baby” he whispered directly on your mouth, your lips still touching “fuck, look at you. Riding my thigh so well. Tell me, why didn't we do this sooner ? How could you deprive me of such a sight ? I know you wanted to baby” he started to stroke his cock lazily, his eyes taking in your figure as you moved sinfully.

His words made you moan again, and again.

His hands on your hips guiding you gently as you rocked back and forth slowly, trying to drag the pleasure as much as you could.

“I- it was embarrassing” you cried in a whimper when his mouth latched to one of your nipples, sucking gently, tenderly, before grazing lightly with his teeth, making you hiss.

“Didn't want to make a fool of myself, if you said no” you explained as rationally as you possibly could with the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“As if I could ever say no to you, Y/n. You know I'll do anything you ask me, baby. I would crawl on the floor right fucking now if you wanted me to” he breathed right on your skin, eyes hazy and filled with lust, but still glued to yours.

“Would you ?” you asked as your hands found place through his hair, tugging lightly, cradling dark brown locks between your fingers. Your hips were still moving relentlessly, swaying in a sultry rhythm that made your veins fill with fire.

“You know I would. I’d do anything for you” he said before kissing you again, till both your lips were red and bruised and you were in dire need of oxygen.

“Ah, fuck. Of course you would, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you ?” you said with a grin and in seconds you got to witness James’ expression crumbling, eyes wide and mouth agape as a sob fell out of his gorgeous lips.

“Holy shit, you know how that gets me, baby” he said, breathless. The grip on your hips tightened slightly.

Of course you knew. His eagerness for praises never went unnoticed by you.

“Do you know why I love to say it so much, Jamie ?” you asked as you stopped moving on his thigh only to get back to you initial position, right over his now completely filled out cock.

You took it in your hand delcatly, stroking lazily, feeling the velvety soft skin and the little veins scattered along his length.

He hissed through his teeth and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Why ? he asked in a broken moan as you kept moving your hand up and down.

When you stopped, it was only to hover right above him, aligning his length directly at your entrance.

Then you tipped forward, lips directly on the shell of his ear.

“Beacuse when I say it you always fuck me so good that i’m barely able to think” you whispered, and after a second you were sitting fully on his cock, bottoming out head to base.

He let out a groan and threw his head back banging it to the wall, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, probably because your slick warmth was all he could think about at the moment. His head was spinning, his breath ragged and he couldn't even form a coherent word.

You rolled your eyes, feeling all of him inside of you. The tip of his cock buried so deep inside you that it caressed your cervix with every single breath he took.

“Fuck-fuck, you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing me, love” he said once his brain started to, barely, work again.

You took a couple more seconds to adjust and get used to the, much more than welcome, intrusion, but, not even a moment after, you started to sway your hips again.

The breath got knocked out of your lungs, your eyes rolled back so far in your skull that, if you weren’t literally fucking yourself on the best dick you had ever taken, you would’ve been concerned.

James’s hands found home on your ass, gripping so hard you were sure there would've been bruises by the next day.

A souvenir you were eager to see.

You bounced up and down mercilessly.

The coil in your belly started to grow stronger and stronger.

But your legs were tired, almost ready to give out and you let out a broken sob at the thought.

But James, wonderful, amazing, handsome, sexy James knew you like the back of his hand and he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

In a heartbeat hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't stop now. He’d been such a good boy letting you ride his thigh, he deserved to come.

You couldn't even utter a word before James’ hips snapped up and he was buried deep inside of you again, filling you up and leaving you breathless.

“It’s ok, baby, I got from here” he said in a whisper before he started pounding inside of you like a ficking machine.

His thrusts were hard and deep, making you see stars, planets and entire galaxies.

Your brain was foggy, clouded with lust and the sounds of your and James’s moans blended together.

“James-Jamie” you whimpered. You were close, you were so close you could feel it in your veins, the fire getting so hot, scorching even.

You just needed-

“Come baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me”

The coil in your tummy snapped, your brain went blank and a drowned out moan fell from your lips as your head tilted back in the most breath-taking of pleasures.

James’ got his release too. Thick ribbons of white painting your insides as you helped each other ride out your orgasms.

You surged forward to kiss him, lazily, languidly, without a care in the world. You nibbled at his lower lip, always so plump and inviting and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Merlin, you really like sucking on my lips” he said, bumping his nose with yours in a cute gesture.

“I like to suck on a lot of things of yours” you mused with a grin. His eyes widened a bit and you could feel his cock twitch, suddenly interested again.

“Shit, baby, you can't say things like that when I'm still inside of you” he groaned in a pained voice, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“So, no round two ?” you asked, acting all innocent, but you had a smirk on your lips that he, still hiding on your collarbone, couldn't see.

He lifted his head so fast that you were afraid he would've broken his neck.

“Aren't your legs tired ?” he asked, while tucking a strand of your hair, messy and a bit matted thanks to him, behind your ear, stroking your cheeks with the pads of his fingers while he was there.

“Oh, yeah. I can't even feel them anymore thanks to you, your amazing thighs and your glorious cock”

He laughed, tipping his head back with a smile that could outshine the sun.

Warmth spread inside your chest and the corners of your lips turned up, mirroring him.

“My ‘glorious cock’ huh ?” he said, his shoulders still shaking with laughter “is it that good ?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

You bent forward, kissing his lips sweetly.

“The best” you whisper right on his mouth.

“Just my dick ? Nothing else ?” he questioned, his hands on your hips as his thumbs drew imaginary circles on your skin and his eyes flicked to you with a mischievous glint.

“Ah, and your thighs of course. How could I forget ?” you said, teasing him.

You really hadn't noticed, but he kept his glasses on the whole time. That meant that he got to savor every single blissed-out roll of your eyes, bit of your lips, scrunch of your eyebrows, and mouth parted in pleasure.

It honestly made you a little giddy inside.

You laughed when a pout appeared on his beautiful features.

“You're not funny, you know ? I knew you just wanted me for my body” he said, but his little smile was teasing and it started to get bigger and bigger.

“I actually wanted you for your ‘O’ in DADA, but, sure, that works too” you said teasing further.

“What ?!” he asked, actually bewildered “really ?!”

You rolled your eyes, fondness gushing out from all your pores.

Merlin, why did he have to be so cute ?

“No, James. I love you because you're one of the best people I know. You're nice, funny, charismatic, smart -well that only sometimes- and you have the biggest heart. You're good. You're so good, baby. Your smoking hot body and you're incredible ability to fuck me stupid are just bonuses” you said as your hands cradled through his hair softly.

Then you left a kiss on his cheek, one on his nose, and, finally, one on his lips where he proceeded to melt.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer, seeming to forget that he was still balls deep inside of you.

You let out a small hiss as you shuddered at his little movement.

"Careful, baby. Sensitive” you said a bit breathy.

“Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry, love. Do you want me to-”

“Don't you even dare move” you told him, keeping him close to you. Arms looped around his neck as you faced him.

A confused frown settled on his forehead.

“I don't wanna go yet. I like staying like this” you confessed. Your fingers ran all over his face, tracing every nook and angle.

The corner of his eyes, his brows, his nose, cheeks. And finally his lips.

“But your legs-”

“Oh, don't worry, they’re just a bit numb. After we catch our breath a little, I want you to make them fucking shake”

He stilled for a second, and then he was on your lips again ,hungry and even more eager than before, placing a kiss on them after every word.

“You” kiss “are” kiss “so” kiss “goddamn” kiss “perfect”.

Let's just say your ability to walk was severely compromised for a couple of days.

#marauders #marauder's era #the maraunders map #james x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #harry potter #marauders smut #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #smut #marauders map

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forestdeath1 · 3 months

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The willpower and resilience of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in canon and fanon

The main conflict in the characterization of these characters or why those who love the canon Sirius and Remus get so irritated by their fanon versions?

The primary difference between the canon and fanon Sirius and Remus is their willpower and resilience. Not masculinity, femininity, intelligence, beauty, or height. But specifically willpower, resilience, psychological strength, and typical coping strategies.

Canon Sirius

Sirius in the canon has remarkable willpower. Even in Azkaban, after a decade, he looks and speaks like a normal person, whereas other prisoners are insane, sitting in darkness, muttering. Dementors patrol Sirius's door around the clock in Azkaban, but it hardly affects him. Yes, he transformed into a dog, but what primarily helped him, why he didn't lose his mind, is the thought that he was innocent. This thought could not be sucked out by the dementors, but it preserved his mind and self-awareness, and he maintained this thought for many years. He had no strength, no wand, but still, when he saw Peter in a photograph years later and recognized him (good attentiveness even after years in Azkaban), he found the strength to finish what he started.

He retained his sanity in Azkaban for 12 years to make the right conclusions and then find the strength to escape from that prison.

Moreover, he didn't recognize authorities, even years later. He opposes Dumbledore in PoA, stands against his family as a 16-year-old teenager. Moreover, he was the first of the Blacks to be sorted into Gryffindor. He didn't even know if he wanted to be there, but on the train, he thought it would be nice to break the tradition. This was a deliberate act.

Tradition for the Blacks is not an empty sound. Constantly going against traditions is not just impulsive rebellion; it's the ability and willingness to withstand backlash, aggression, abuse towards oneself for disobedience.

Sirius didn't stop at being sorted into Gryffindor. He went further - made "wrong" friends, hung up nude posters, refused to accept family traditions, and eventually ran away. In a closed, strict, and dysfunctional family like the Blacks, it's quite difficult to withstand the constantly looming threat - primarily existential - to your life.

Yes, he lived 10 months a year at Hogwarts, but the threat remained always - he was always the one who was "against", they tried to bring him back, teach him, in Slytherin were his family and childhood friends, who surely interacted with him on a closer-farther level, trying to influence him. Sirius still found the strength to resist. This is a very high level of resilience, and most likely, his psyche always mobilizes in conditions of stress and conflicts. It's as if he gets a second wind.

In OotP, he's locked at home and left to fight not a real external enemy, but his memories. This is a different battle, and in it, he indeed becomes noticeably weaker. For such an active and proactive person, actions are needed; he can't just sit back, especially being locked in a house associated with many traumatizing youth memories. He's trapped in a system that formed beliefs in him that he's worthless by himself and only has value as an heir and representative of the Blacks. And now after Azkaban, he:

couldn't kill Peter,

again does nothing, just "chills" in his house, with Snape, Molly, and even the twins pointing this out.

In this situation, his enemy is within himself, and thus, fighting his internal demons is harder than confronting any external adversary.

Sirius's main enemy isn’t the external foe. The main enemy of Sirius is within himself.

Fanon Sirius

Fanon Sirius is considerably weaker. He's depicted as constantly crying in fanfictions, rebelling for the sake of rebellion (with a dash of sarcasm and odd jokes), and exhibiting teenage snarkiness rather than the ability to intentionally stand up to forces far greater than himself. He cries under parental abuse, breaks down, cries on his friends' shoulders, cries after the Prank, and this is labelled as moral growth.

This isn't moral growth. A person like Sirius doesn't develop morally in this way. It's an attempt to break him within the narrative. The silent treatment after the Prank is also an attempt to break his spirit. Firstly, canonical James would never have given Sirius the silent treatment as punishment (this is a literal fact from the canon). Secondly, canonical Sirius would have taken such "punishment" very poorly, exacerbating his childhood trauma and thrusting him into a vicious cycle of reactivating and manifesting his sense of worthlessness and attempts to conceal it. Why do this to him? Why hate Sirius so much? Why break him when there's another way, a real opportunity to help him?

Canon Remus

Meanwhile, Remus in the canon is entirely different. He too harbours a belief that he's not valuable in his own right. This sense of inadequacy. While Sirius chose a coping strategy of action, which is quite productive, Remus opted for avoidance. Remus consistently avoids, agreeing that yes, he's inadequate. Whereas Sirius prefers to prove that he can indeed be useful, valuable, needed, and important (to those he loves).

Remus stays silent during Snape's bullying, though he doesn't particularly like the situation. He doesn't throw a tantrum after the Prank ("you might" - quite a weak self-defence), while in fanon, Remus reacts like a true drama queen, being offended for half a year and punishing bad-bad Sirius. Remus in the canon avoids! In PoA, he avoids telling Dumbledore the truth because Dumbledore's opinion of him matters, though it's a false opinion since Remus essentially betrayed his trust. That is, Remus is prepared to pretend to be someone else just to avoid disappointment—again, avoidance. The situation with Tonks is the same kind of avoidance. And even when he explodes at Harry, he immediately runs away. Where was Remus after James's death? Unknown. He was roaming the world, perhaps struggling with alcohol (which is also avoidance), not trying to contact Harry. In his interactions with Harry, he also constantly maintained a distance, never emotionally opening up to him.

This doesn't make Remus a bad person, but it's his coping strategy. He avoids. He's not prepared to face a real conflict head-on. He often can't accept it, it's hard for him, he lacks strength. He's willing to die, yes (which is also avoidance), but when it comes to relationships and complex moral experiences, he closes off, dims down, and gets lost. He's quite weak (though sincerely kind and empathetic) in terms of willpower and resilience, fitting well into his secondary role within the Marauders. Again, this isn't bad, and such people are needed in any group; they're softer, they smooth some edges, they're often pleasant, Remus has a good sense of humour, and he's a sweetheart overall. But he's not a strong person in his own right; his coping strategy is not to fight but to retreat into his shell.

Fanon Remus

In fanon, however, Remus has a very strong will, readiness for conflicts, punishments, rescuing, finding solutions. In general, his resilience is increased, roughly speaking, from five to nine. As I've already said, in canon Remus reacted very weakly after the prank, but fanon Remus reacts like a true drama queen, being offended for six months and punishing bad-bad Sirius. That is, in addition to becoming the most important "alpha male" of the pack, he's also the main drama character of their pack, who literally throws passive-aggressive fits for several months waiting for Sirius to realize how bad he is. (The way the Prank is represented in fanon is an excellent example of how NOT to do it)

Conclusion

And it's precisely this difference in resilience, moral and psychological fortitude, and strength that causes the main problems in characterisation and people's attitudes. It's not so much whether Sirius is more feminine and Remus masculine. The main difference lies in their resilience. Sirius has become weaker. He could be feminine, short, and anything else, but remain strong and quite tough morally and psychologically. Remus might be tall, handsome, look masculine, but still remain less resilient.

But gender norms permeate everywhere, and if the fandom wants to see a feminine Sirius, they endow him with a conditionally "feminine" character. Though canonically, Sirius and Remus definitely even physically match their stereotypically gendered psychological characteristics—Sirius more masculine, and Remus more feminine, subtle, and short, as if wanting to disappear and blend in.

Many people's favourite characters have completely swapped places. And while this is interesting to develop and explore, providing additional fuel for the fandom fire (masculine resilient Remus + feminine Sirius = new relationship development options), I personally understand why this irritates many.

Because the primary characteristics, the very foundation of these characters, have been swapped.

Essentially, their very essence has been changed.

#sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black meta #the marauders meta #wolfstar #the marauders #hp meta

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midnightloversmusic · 7 months

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hii, for flufftober, what about muggle!reader doing poly!marauders halloween makeup looks?

(it can be platonic or romantic)

thank you, have a good day!

Face Paint & Kisses

Flufftober day 2

poly!marauders x reader

Hey anon! Thank you so much for requesting I loved this idea so much. I made it romantic, I hope that's okay :)

enjoy!

masterlist

"When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs.

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

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“Sit still”

“I can't,” James says in almost a whine.

The boys had asked you to do their makeup for the Halloween party Marlene was throwing. You had all your boys sit on the bathroom counter while you stood in between their legs.

Remus sat still the entire time, to be fair his make up only included some black face paint making triangles around his eyes and some black lipstick making his smirk more noticeable.

Sirius surprisingly also stayed pretty still. He's used to you doing his makeup and sat still as long as you agreed to kiss him after every step and have Remus hold his hand as somewhat of a reward. His makeup was black smudged eyeliner with shiny dark red lipstick. He wanted to be some sort of seductive pirate.

James on the other hand just wouldn't stop wiggling.

“James, baby, I love you but if you move one more time I might just leave you here with a half done face of makeup”

his pout makes you question your choice of words. You have tried everything from putting on a show behind you to kissing him after each step like you do with Sirius. But James isn't Sirius, he's James and James needs to move.

James wanted the most complicated look of all. He wanted the skeleton makeup look that Tate Langdon wore in American Horror Story. Doing this look on Remus would have been difficult in itself but on James? You really had your work cut out.

“Alright, new strategy!” you yell out after almost stabbing James’ eye with the brush you were using when he jerked his head to the side to see what Sirius was doing.

“Sirius,” He turns to you immediately looking at you with his puppy eyes waiting for instruction. He's adorable, you thought to yourself quickly.

“You go stand on the far wall of the bedroom”

“Yes ma’am," he replies, doing a soldier's salute on his way out of the bathroom.

“Remus,”

He looks up from the book he's reading,

“Yes, love?”

“Can you lay on the bed for me?”

“M’kay” he hums and he leans over your shoulder and places a light kiss on your cheek and a kiss on James's forehead on the way out.

“Now, James”

The poor boy just looked confused now, wondering why his boyfriends had been ordered to leave the bathroom. You find the crease between his eyebrows incredibly endearing.

“I’m going to set a timer for 3:00 minutes and do as much makeup as I can. You can play with my rings while I do it, just try your hardest to stay still. After the three minutes are done I want you to get up, run to the bedroom, go give Sirius a big kiss anywhere you see fit.” You see his eyes sparkle up with mischief “not that” “And then I want you to flop down onto the bed give Remus a hug and a kiss and then come back here and sit back up on the counter and give me a kiss. Sound good baby?”

James was already bouncing in his seat, already wanting to go do his new task. Seeing that you caved and said

“Why don't you go do a practice round real quick?”

“Can you time me please?”

“Of course baby”

With the confirmation he dashes out of the bathroom and promptly jumps onto Sirius who lets out a “hmph” in response to getting the breath knocked out of him. James decided to give him a big wet kiss right on the cheek and he pops off with a comical smooching sound. Right when he's done he runs to Remus, who is already bracing himself to be jumped on, and he flops down right on top of him.

James looked down at Remus with a lovesick expression and whispered a soft “Hi”

Remus just giggled and replied with a soft “Hey baby” although that's all that he could get out before James smothers him in kisses from his forehead down to his collarbones.

He must have remembered he was being timed at some point because he jumped up off the bed and ran full speed at you. You're a giggling mess before he even reaches you, and then when he does reach you he quickly grabs your waist and one of your arms, twirls you (yes he actually twirls you like you were in a romcom) then he dips you down and kisses you. A sweet long kiss that makes your head spin and frankly you're surprised that your legs haven't given out because of it.

When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs.

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

#remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #poly marauders #sirius black #marauders x reader #poly!marauders #flufftober #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #james potter x you #remus lupin blurb #remus fluff #james fleamont potter

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James: there’s a robbery downtown! Team Marauders, ASSEMBLE!

Sirius: I’m in!

Mary: me as well!

Marlene: thank god! I was getting bored for like five minutes and it was awful, let’s do this!

Remus: already working on a plan!

Dorcas: I changed my mind, I’m out.

Sirius: wHAt

Dorcas: sorryyy

Frank: do I have to go?

Alice: YES

Marlene: who do I get to fight?

Sirius: wait why do you get to be the leader?!

James, putting on sunglasses: because I AM the leader!

Marlene: can I fight you?

Lily: we are on the same team! where’s Regulus?

Regulus: I work ALONE.

Mary: have you ever tried talking to the robbers? you know maybe they just need to feel heard!

Sirius: so after this fight, does anyone wanna go to Waffle House?

James: oooh sounds good!

Remus: prongs! Don’t encourage him!

Sirius: come on, dude, chill out!

Alice: that’s not necessary for me because I already made SANDWICHES!

Frank: I forgot to ask, are we getting paid for this?

Regulus: y’all couldn’t handle me.

Sirius: I should be the leader.

James: well, you’re not! Moony, what’s the plan?

Remus: I’ve worked out a fourteen paged way and decision three fared offensive strategy.

James: that’s a lot. How does my suit look?

Regulus, from the corner: looking good from here. *winks*

James: alright! LETS GO-

Remus: I called the police.

James: wHAT

Remus: yeah y’all were taking too long and I didn’t want to fight. you wanna fight about it? *death stare*

James:

Sirius:

Peter:

Frank:

Alice:

Lily:

Marlene:

Mary:

Dorcas:

Regulus:

James: so Waffle House?

Sirius: YES

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lavender-000 · 1 month

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THE BLACK CAT

James leisurely made his way towards his dorm.

Just having finished leading the Gyriffindor practice he felt the heavy weight of exhaustion on his body.

The match against Ravenclaw would be challenging, he knew they were good, amazing even. They have the mind, the strategies, and the skill. All a team needs really.

Truthfully, they will be hard to beat. For this reason, James made sure his team pushed themselves to their limit.

He almost felt bad.

Unbeknownst to him, a small black cat was quietly following him, lurking in his shadow. Invisible to the simple eye.

As James opened the door to his dorm he was greeted by the familiar sight of his friends. With a casual "hi" he nodded in their direction and made his way towards the bed. He let out a deep sigh before collapsing face first instantly feeling the soft comfort of the mattress hugging his body.

In his exhausted state, he failed to notice Sirius' double take at him, or Remus' shocked, yet greatly amused expression.

"Made a new friend I see?" Peter asked after glancing up from his book.

"I thought you'd be happier about it honestly" followed Sirius.

Confused, James lifted his head to but before he could ask what they meant, he found a pair of beautiful gray eyes staring back at him.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, he stared at the Black cat now sitting on the edge of his bed.

The cats gaze was focused on James and only him.

But James could even react, with a blink of an eye he was gone once again.

He quickly made his way out of the open window Sirius and Remus were using to smoke, and jumped into the black night.

Panicked, James hastily stood up in an attempt to follow the apparently idiotic cat.

He threw himself to the window once his shock disappeared and searched for the gray eyes.

To his pleasant suprise, he found them staring at him by the window of one of the neighbouring dorms.

The whole encounter lasted no more than a few fleeting moments but that did not stop James from grinning.

With a quick turn back to his concerned friends he laughed "I told you guys, strays love me".

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I've been in a massive slump recently this has been sitting in my drafts for ages might still edit it later but decided I need it out of my drafts.

If you guys enjoy the previous 2 parts are on my page x

Have a great day!

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #fic ideas #dead gay wizards #remus lupin #sirius black #james x regulus #animagus #reg as a cat #regulus x james #cute #james potter being ridiculous #james adopting everyone

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razzledazzle-pop · 5 months

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Logan time!! *smacks him with a metal bat*

Personal headcanons/design things:

The de-facto leader of the sides. Although Character!Thomas is mostly governed by his morality and creativity, Logan is the best at keeping the peace and good relations amongst all the sides. Even before Virgil joined he had amicable relations with the dark sides. Friendly? No. Practical? Yes.

You know what? Yeah. I’ll get a little silly with it. He helped Remus and Janus orchestrate the whole “send Virgil over to the Light Side” thing; He understands those sides of Thomas are sides that are repressed and Repression! Isn’t! Healthy!

Patton thinks that he’s the Get Along Guy but really it’s Logan. Patton has weird standards on who is and isn’t “acceptable” (which change drastically later). But initially Logan is the one holding this Whole thing together and he’s holding it all with twine and scotch tape. He’s endlessly tired.

He and Janus are playing chess and everyone else is playing checkers. In that vein, he also views Janus as an intellectual contemporary (though he begrudgingly finds Patton helpful to discuss thought experiments with as well).

Has a mini fridge in his room filled with triple shots.

Has an info-binder on the other sides—their likes/dislikes etc…

He’s extremely observant.

Always stands like he’s giving a presentation 💀

2nd tallest of the sides, after Virgil.

His room has The Archives (copies of all school notes/info Thomas has ever learned)…Every few years or so he does File Closing (shredding) of any info that hasn’t been pulled on in that time. It’s like the burning of Alexandria to him.

He has a very meticulous file system (it’s analog).

Has a 1990’s style computer. It has one game and that game is chess.

I believe in side solidarity so he also enjoys hosting DND one offs with Roman sometimes (Something something combo of imagination and strategy).

One time Remus got ahold of Logan’s sacred Tumbler Cup and refilled it with something absolutely vile. He has not attempted to do so since.

Now I don’t think Logan knows exactly what the dark sides are per se (in terms of their additions aside from Janus—, or what causes them) but he has his suspicions (something something dehumanization).

Somehow has a connection to the Orange side???

#Sander Sides #Logan Sanders #my art #drawing this on my phone Finger Paint Style has Done Things to my hand…Gotta go now brb…💀#might elaborate more later #me with each of these stylizations and headcanons: Oops! I! Projected! Again!!!!#spider!virgil makes a reappearance #sorry I am not immune to that guy #guest redraw appearance of an old doodle from 2020 #yeah #body horror #?#tw spider #Also yeah sorry but I paraphrased that Shakespeare quote…Flow was off with the art

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chdarling · 4 months

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Hii i love love your works they are truly inspiring! I had a few questions if you don’t mind sharing a bit :)

The way your characters „speak“ and what words they use seems so real and i always wondered how you pinpoint their „personalities“? I love you characterization of Lily especially, she always came across like a real person.

Another question i had how you think of these plots and subplots. Do you have a strategy or any inspiration?

Hi! Thank you so much!

Hmmmm. This is always a hard question for me to answer because most of the time it’s just “idk my brain just did the thing and now I have this imaginary person talking at me” lol.

But there are definitely strategies and techniques I’ve employed over the years to figure out voice and (hopefully) get it right. A big one is to give your characters a defining linguistic trait or habit. For Sirius, it’s cursing. None of the other characters curse as much as Sirius, and on the whole I try to use it somewhat sparingly with other characters so it’s more impactful when they do. Remus curses near the full moon when he’s exhausted and annoyed. James curses in serious scenarios, when he’s upset or scared or whatever. But Sirius curses fluently, happily, and with gusto haha.

For James, he’s a bit more lighthearted/frivolous in his language choices. Lots of play on words and always ending things sort of trailing off with “and all that.”

Lily I genuinely don’t have a good answer, I’m sure I did character work on her at some point but these days she just exists in my head as a fully-formed person so I have no idea how to tease that apart 🙈

Ummmm I’m drawing a blank on the others but i know they have specific tells, I’m just sleepy. 😂

Plots and subplots are I think just the result of my brain constantly playing a game of “yes and” with itself. (By which I am referring to the improv technique and not the Ariana grande song lmao.) Pretty much the entire plot of TLE was born from me having a handful of completely unrelated scenes/headcanons that had lived in my head since my teen years, then putting those random scenes in a timeline and trying to make sense of how one could lead to the other etc. And just like…allowing myself to go a little crazy and be like “ok I want a scene where Lily dresses in a Muggle mini-dress in front of James, why would this happen” and then extrapolating from there. Ok so the scene in which she’s wearing a mini-dress needs to be at least somewhat scandalous to warrant the kind of attention I want it to get from James and others? Why is it scandalous? Maybe it’s scandalous because wizards are super conservative. Ok if wizards are super conservative what does that means in terms of how they view Muggles, specifically Muggle girls? It means they’re constantly slut-shaming them. If they’re constantly slut-shaming Muggle girls, how does that show up in Lily’s plot? She gets accused of being a boyfriend stealer. Etc etc etc. So much of the plot so far has been me working backwards from ideas that won’t happen for many thousands of words yet to come 😂😂😂

I guess my biggest tip is just to make time to be very bored and let your brain roam free. Walking is great for this 😂

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers

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thebibutterflyao3 · 4 months

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Day 5 - Prompt: Docile @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 793 words

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Sirius chuckled and shook his head. “Not sure I could envision you as a cat though. It seems too docile. Doesn’t fit your tough guy image.”

Tough guy? Oh, he means the scars.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Remus said with a shrug.

“I suppose that’s true. I doubt anyone looking at James would expect him to be the overgrown puppy that he is.”

Sirius had mentioned James at least a dozen times over the course of their conversation. It was painfully obvious how close they were. Remus would be jealous if Sirius hadn’t referred to him as a brother. James was welcome to that title, or he could fight Regulus for it. Remus wanted a different one.

James is about to be my new best friend. Sorry, Lily.

“You’re not what I expected either,” he said.

“No? Well, good.” Sirius lifted his chin defiantly and it took every ounce of his willpower not to soothe the sudden tension along Sirius’s jaw.

Remus shifted directions quickly to ease back into their previous casual comradery. “Neither is Padfoot.”

Sirius’s expression softened at once. His dog and his best friend really were the bloke’s weaknesses. Remus mentally highlighted and underlined “befriend James and Padfoot.” He was already making strides on both, but he wanted the security of covering all of his bases.

“Yeah, that’s true. My brother is scared of him, can you believe that?”

“Well, Regulus was nearly tackled by him yesterday.”

“That’s a bit dramatic. Padfoot wouldn’t hurt him!” Sirius insisted.

Remus nodded agreeably. “I know, but it’s understandable for him to be nervous around a dog that he isn’t familiar with.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes for a moment, then sighed. “Yeah, alright. I just wish he would relax a bit. My brother has had a perpetual stick up his arse since we were kids.”

“Some people enjoy that sort of thing,” Remus teased, delighted at the opening Sirius gave him.

“Some people? Or you?” Sirius arched an eyebrow and smirked.

The instant change to a flirtatious tone was exactly what Remus was aiming for. Distract, deflect, and delay was his go-to response to confrontation. It was good to know that the strategy was just as effective with Sirius.

Just step on me already.

“I’m flexible,” he replied with a shrug.

Sirius barked out an incredulous laugh and rolled his eyes. “That was a terrible segue.”

Okay, maybe not “just as effective” with Sirius.

“I never claimed to be charismatic.”

Before Sirius could respond, Padfoot jerked forward. He sniffed the air avidly, then let out a loud, excited woof. Sirius was tugged with enough force to snap his shoulder, he struggled to maintain control of the leash until he started sprinting to keep up. Remus hurried after them, concerned that Padfoot would drag Sirius to the ground in his rush to round the next bend.

“Shite! Look out!” Sirius shouted, gripping both hands around the leash.

Remus saw the impending collision while Sirius was still regaining his balance. He already had one hand around the leash and an arm around Sirius’s chest before he yelled out a warning to the vendors setting up their carts in the centre of the town square. With a grimace, he skidded to a stop. The leash went taut as Padfoot fought the resistance of their combined weight, then slack when the dog abruptly stopped.

A loud yelp sounded at the same time as Remus’s grunt when Sirius lost his balance. They crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and muttered curses. The moment Sirius flailed, Padfoot bolted forward, wrenching the leash from their hands.

“Padfoot!” Sirius elbowed Remus in the face and stomped on his shin in his mad scramble to sit upright. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Not the sausage cart!”

Remus tucked his hands under Sirius’s hips and shoved him up onto his feet, then ducked and rolled away to give him room. His leg smarted from the kick and he wisely opted to get the fuck out of his way rather than attempt to chase after the dog. Within seconds, Sirius was gone. The loud clomp of his boots on the pavement echoed back in a jeering taunt.

He sprawled out on the grass and groaned heavily. One eye was definitely swelling and the sharp pain blossomed out of the socket and spread across his cheek and into his nose. His leg wasn’t broken, but there was likely a bruise there too. If he was lucky, it would be a perfect imprint of Sirius’s boot.

May have taken “step on me” a little too literally.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #wolfstar microfic

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expiredhydrogenperoxide · 2 months

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when you require (and are required)

wolfstar microfic

remus stumbles upon the room of requirement one day while pacing the halls, so naturally, he starts going in there to get away from everything. this would be fine, except that he has to bring the map with him every time. because if he doesn’t? there’s a solid chance that someone will notice he’s not on said map.

one day, after months of successfully sneaking away, he leaves the map on his bedside table. and he doesn’t realise.

sirius is laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing at all. peter was off studying in the library, and james had stayed back after quidditch practice (because of course he had).

at some point, he starts throwing his wand up into the air above his head, attempting to catch it on his finger tip. it’s not going well so far. he has almost poked himself in the eye about.. 4 times?

he’s still trying when peter returns and settles in for the night. he has stopped by the time james has returned and showered. he debates trying some more for a while when he realises that remus hasn’t returned. which is odd. remus is normally back at least half an hour before curfew, and it’s now half an hour past.

moony isn’t his responsibility though, he tells himself. moony can take care of himself. right?

it isn’t until james is well and truly snoring that he thinks to check the map. it’s out of character for remus to ever leave the map behind, but it’s sitting on his nightstand, folded up and blank.

‘i solemnly swear that i am up to no good’ sirius mutters, voice hushed.

his eyes follow as the ink sprawls out across the page, lines stretching out, diverging and meeting again until an intricate replica of the school is spread out before him. there’s one problem though. remus isn’t anywhere. he can’t find moony.

his breathing quickens a little. he wants to pace. he wants to run. sirius has always been restless when anxious.

padfoot’s paws are quiet against the floor as he creeps across the empty common room. this is dumb. he could so easily get caught.

but miraculously, he makes it out and away from the common room without issue. so he runs.

and runs. and runs.

after a full lap of the castle, he finds himself pacing along the seventh floor, one corridor away from the common room. he has circled the entire floor twice now. he debates going back, giving up, and going to sleep. but he's still restless. where is moony?

he moves to head towards the common room again, to check quickly before switching his strategies. but that's when he notices the pair of glowing eyes watching him from around the corner. the fur on his back stands up as he turns back quickly. damn mrs norris.

find a place to hide, find moony, find a place to hide, find moony.

that's all that is on his mind.

find a place to hide, find moony, find a place to hide, find moony. find moony, find moony, find moony.

he startles when he lays eyes on a door. that wasn't previously there. was it some secret storage closet? why hadn't he seen this door before? he could've sworn it wasn't there even a minute ago.

with a quick check behind him (mrs norris is still watching, as if he's some sort of prey) he shifts back, and tries the handle. it turns, and the door swings open. he hesitates briefly.

meow.

oh fuck no. there is no way he's waiting for filch to answer to that calling.

he slips inside, shutting the door as quietly as he can. once it's shut, he finally turns to take in the room. and oh, he could cry.

curled up in the center of the room, on a pile of cushions and blankets, is none other than remus lupin.

he looks so peaceful.

sirius is suddenly painfully aware of the fact that he didn't change out of his uniform. but, as he turns his head, he sees a pair of pyjamas folded neatly on one of the outermost cushions. in fact, he swears that there's a few more cushions and blankets now. it's weird, but he's used to magic, so he brushes it off. he quickly slips out of his uniform and into the pyjamas, leaving it by the edge of the cozy pile.

sirius should really wake him so they can go back to their dorm room.. but moony looks so peaceful, and the spot by moony's side looks so inviting.

remus wakes up with a large black dog curled up against his side. he can’t bring himself to be mad about it, someone else was bound to find this room eventually. he’s just glad it was sirius. he closes his eyes as he runs his hand along padfoots head gently. when he opens them again, his hand is tangled in black curls.

sirius just smiles and wraps his arms around remus’ middle, obviously having no intent of getting up just yet.

that’s fine, they can sleep for a while longer.

#marauders #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #anything for our moony #moony #padfoot #moony and padfoot #remus x sirius #pearlescent souls #room of requirement #wolfstar microfic

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prongslvl · 1 year

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SWEET NOTHINGS — sirius black.

PAIRING sirius black x male!reader

SUMMARY after a long day of being apart, you and sirius accompany each other until you both fall asleep.

a/n: request didn't specify which gender to use so i decided to write something for my male audience (if there's any, hi). happy reading!

it only took five quaffles to the head to make you finally realize it was time to end quidditch practice. the sun was gone and the halls of hogwarts were quiet; that's how long you've been in the field for. can anyone blame you? there's two days left before gryffindor goes against with ravenclaw. your head was only focused on the game— strategies, techniques, positions, and everything else a captain needs to think about.

james, the star player he is, requested an early departure because of his missed classes, which you said yes to, despite the disagreement of the other team. they all knew how laid back you were whenever james was around. he usually carry the team's performance, but with him gone, you went all out, not just on them but on yourself as well.

in all honesty, you were exhausted.

mumbling the password to the fat lady, the coziness of the common room made you sigh in relief. the contrast between the cold weather outside and the warmth inside made you even more sleepy.

you could hear steps on the hard pavement, your eyes traveling to the familiar face of your lovely boyfriend. his hair was styled in a simple ponytail, with strands of hair on both sides of his face.

"good evening to you, captain." sirius teases, engulfing you in a hug. you could feel your sweat sticking to his arm, but you didn't push him away, instead tightening your grip on him. after a quick kiss to his cheek, your arms remain on his waist.

"has james gotten back yet?"

he scoffs, playfully, "talking about another guy in front of your own boyfriend?"

"might i remind you that guy is also your best friend, darling."

sirius shrugs, a sly grin on his face. you laugh at his actions before releasing your grip on him. "as much as i love standing in the middle of the common room with you, i still need to take a wash. i'm sweating down like a pig."

he chuckles, making his way upstairs, "charming."

when you went inside your room, a towel on your shoulders, you saw james, remus, and peter sleeping soundly in their respective beds— unlike sirius who lay comfortably on your bed. you smile at this, shaking your head. you thought you'd get used to it by now, but it was always a surprise to see him there, waiting for you.

he pats the space beside him when you walk up to him with a smirk, trying to contain your laughter.

"comfortable?"

"not quite," the black haired boy grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

you land beside him with a silent yelp, "the bed felt empty without you." he didn't waste time cuddling with you, automatically making you the bigger spoon as he laid his head on your chest. the size of the bed with two of you on it left no choice but to remain holding one another— not that you're complaining.

"how was your day, siri?" you whisper to his ear, eyes closed. drowsiness was slowly overcoming your mind, making it a bit hazy, but tonight being the only time you guys had to properly talk without professors and practice interrupting; you refused to sleep.

"boring. we gave lucius a makeover, though."

you chuckle, remembering the slytherin walking down the halls angrily with dyed hair. "hot pink looks good on him. was that your idea?"

"no, it was peter's, said he wanted revenge for what the bloke did during potions."

"he's been taking a lot of revenge this past week; should we be worried?"

"he's going through puberty, let him be."

you couldn't catch your laughter this time, having to cover your mouth to prevent any noise. sirius' body vibrated against yours, trying to contain his laughter with you. the two of you calmed down after a while, staring into nothing in a comfortable silence.

you run a hand through your boyfriend's locks, carefully taking off the tie. sirius sighs, snuggling closer.

"d'you know you give the best hugs, siri?" you muttered, still combing through the said man's hair. this made sirius look up at you, who had a drowsy smile and half-lidded eyes. "it's addictive," you added, cupping his cheeks.

"better be, love. i've trained my whole life for this." he snorts, leaning into your touch. sirius cheeks squished onto your calloused hands, eyes closed, with his hair slightly draping over his face.

though you always say sirius looks angelic every day, he looks especially ethereal in your arms tonight. you can't help but press your lips on his, catching him off guard for a second before he responds.

the kiss was quick yet sweet, it was enough for you to end the day. sirius was already sound asleep on your chest, and you could hear his quiet snores. your eyes slowly blink before fully closing, your head lying on sirius'.

you were awoken by someone slightly shaking you, and your name was called. you turn your head to look at whoever was waking you, seeing remus in his casual clothes with his arms closed.

"good morning, lovebirds." he greets you, "sorry for bothering, but james has been bothering me to wake both of you up so we can leave for hogsmeade."

right, you almost forgot about that. your eyes land on the boy resting on your chest, still asleep.

you caress sirius' cheeks, tapping them lightly. his eyes slowly began to open, "what's going on?"

"we're going to hogsmeade today, remember?" you answer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ears. he hums, "don't worry, i forgot about that too."

sirius stood up, stretching his body. "goodmorning, handsome."

you gave him a sly smirk, amused at the nickname. "good morning to you too, beautiful."

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders imagine #marauders era #marauders x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x male!reader #male reader #sirius black fanfiction #siriusposting

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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Hey love, im back to plague you with another idea...

A situationship / budding relationship james x reader where shes the Black brothers sister, but every time one of them catchs the two of them alone they physically pick her up and just walk away with that menacing Black stare.

Tysm love x

Thanks for requesting sweetheart!

James Potter x Black!reader ♡ 911 words

“Do you really think this is the best place to hang out?” you ask James, eyeing the closet in his dorm as if you’re brother’s going to come popping out.

“It’ll be fine,” he promises you in that optimistic, sure-footed way of his.

From the way Regulus had talked about Sirius’ friends at Hogwarts, you’d expected James to be insufferable. Arrogant, entitled, the true embodiment of the mask your oldest brother puts on when he’s here at school. But you’d discovered when you’d arrived that Sirius’ goofy friend wasn’t the James Potter you were warned about. He was self-assured, certainly. Confident, but in the years you’ve known him it’s never seemed like anything more sinister than that. James doesn’t walk into every room like he owns it; he walks in like it’s home. He brings that everywhere with him—that feeling of home, of belonging. It seeps into you when you’re with him, and to your brother’s acute repugnance, you’re with him more and more these days.

“Remus is off with Lily, and Sirius got pulled aside by coach after practice, so he’ll be on the pitch running drills for a good hour yet,” James goes on. He sits down on his bed, and you follow suit. “Plus, your dorm is occupied and this is the only other semi-private place I could think of.” His smile goes a bit sheepish as he shrugs, one-shouldered and boyish.

You catch his meaning—the privacy carries implications neither of you are ready to act on—and you’ve got no reason to feel awkward about that but a nervous laugh fizzes up out of you anyway. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you admit. Though Sirius is far from unaware of this blossoming whatever between you and James, neither of you are keen on him finding out through the grapevine that you were seen canoodling in the hallways. Privacy is ideal. “So, I’m guessing practice went better for you than it did for him?”

James shrugs again, the show of humility making you both grin. You can never seem to stop doing that around him. “Yeah,” he says, “practice for a seeker is pretty straightforward. Less strategy to it, so I guess I got off easy.”

“You make it sound like Sirius isn’t just hitting things with a bat,” you deadpan, and he laughs. The sound feels like sunbeams shooting straight into your gut.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” he hedges. “But hey, are you coming to the party after the match on Saturday?”

“Is there still going to be a party if you lose?”

James fixes you with a look. “We never lose, sweetheart.”

Another giggle bubbles out of you, though the joke isn’t really that hilarious. You secretly love when James calls you names like that. It makes your heart do all sorts of funny, acrobatic things. You don’t love that it’s probably not so secret, and he can almost definitely tell. His eyes go warm now, a knowing smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” you say, “I’ll think about it.”

“You should come,” he encourages, leaning his hands back on the mattress. You very pointedly do not let your eyes linger on his forearms as he does so. “It’d make me happy to see you there.”

“You’re always happy,” you tease.

“That’s because you only see me when I’m seeing you.” You must look confused, because James’ clarifies, voice softening slightly, “I can’t help but be happy when I’m with you, sweetheart.”

The combined effect of the words, the tone of his voice, the sweet way he’s looking at you—it starts up more than butterflies in your stomach. There’s got to be a whole ecosystem in there by now, with buzzing bees and jumping frogs and everything. You look down, a half-hearted effort to hide the smile that takes you.

“James,” you murmur, lightly chiding.

The door comes open, and your brother’s eyes widen as they take in you on James’ bed, his hand an inch away from your leg and both of you looking terribly caught. Then they narrow.

“James Potter, zip your pants back up right this instant!”

“Sirius!” you exclaim, and there’s no lightness to this chiding, your face heating with mortification. You glance at James’ zipper, just to be sure—and yup, it’s fully closed, everything contained—and then glance quickly away, horrified all over again that you’d looked.

“We weren’t even doing anything,” you seethe, knowing your stare matches your brother’s as you glower at each other from across the room. “What are you even doing back?”

Sirius rolls his eyes, utilizing that older brother’s insouciance he knows gets under your skin like nothing else. “It seems you’ve gotten turned around. These are the boys’ dorms.” His words drip venom onto the dull red rug. “I’ll be happy to escort you back to yours. Let’s go.”

“No.” You set both hands on James’ bed, feeling ridiculously petulant. Sirius raises a brow as if to say No? but you ignore him. “This dorm is as much James’ as it is yours, and he invited me here.”

“Pads,” James says, not quite softly, but mildly compared to the fiery tones you and your brother are throwing back and forth, “we’re just talking.”

“And now you’re done talking.” Sirius shrugs, stalking toward you. You grip James’ sheets a bit tighter on instinct. “If I recall, you have a potions’ essay to write, and you’re not—ugh.” He grunts, wresting you away from James’ bed using a hold that’s worked since you were kids. James himself offers no help, other than a sympathetic grimace as you’re hauled off. Sirius fixes him with a cold glare in return. “You’re not getting that done in here.”

“You are so immature,” you gripe as he starts tugging you towards the stairs, your feet barely skimming the ground.

“We can talk about—oi, quit!—we can talk about who’s more mature when you stop pinching me, you prick!”

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Can you give us more info about wolfstar being a queerbait, i cannot go there but i am SO CURIOUS

ok so i may have over exaggerated a teeny weeny bit. this ask is in regards to a post i made about how delusional tiktok wolfstar shippers are and how they think them not being canon was a personal slight from jkr. the commenter didnt say explicitly they thought it was queerbait but oh was it implied. they were going on about how remus and sirius were “meant to be together” and how jkr was “too much of a coward” for not making it canon and comparing wolfstar to other hp-unrelated ships that i won’t name because we will be here all day.

but i have heard this from tiktok marauders fans a lot so here’s my take: they don’t know what queerbait is. they interpret wolfstar as a gay couple and then they get sad they aren’t canon, but that isn’t queerbait. queerbait is purposefully trying to hint at a possible queer romance to appeal to queer audiences whilst still keeping the homophobic audiences by never making it canon— thus leading their queer audience on and on without committing to the bit fully. its a marketing strategy and it was all the rage in the early 2010s. god im shivering just thinking about that era, twas a dark time.

either way, wolfstar was not written like a couple at all. jkr may have tried to pander to queer audiences by throwing dumbledore at them, but looking at her track record, she’s not very good at that.

and maybe this sounds harsh (i say this as a wolfstar shipper so i hope no one eats me for this), but remus and sirius are so clearly not gay in the books 😭 like there are some dynamics you can argue have evidence of a queer reading without the creators having the mindset to make them queer, but wolfstar is not one of them. no matter what the actors have joked about.

#shipping something that was never meant to be canon is 100% okay! god these new marauders fans have no balls 😕#BACK IN MY DAY 👵🏻 WE USED TO DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN FANON AND SOURCE MATERIAL 👵🏻👵🏻#harry potter #hp #marauders #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #rewriting #ask #anon #then they get so defensive when theyre called out for it sighh

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obliviate. - a jegulus au by mars.

kinda long so bear with me! so this starts basically in james' second year and reg's first.

"my brother's going to be sorted this year" sirius tells him proudly and james looks as eager as him cause if sirius was this AMAZING to be around, then surely his brother must be the same. and then he's sorted! 'regulus black' - and james sees the similarities immediately,, dark hair, watercolor eyes oh hell he's cute

and in the middle of james' comparison, regulus is sorted into slytherin, putting a barrier between the brothers and a stop to prongs' thought process ab baby black bc at 12, he had that ideology that slytherin was a bad house and regulus was not at all similar to sirius but ofcourse yk time changes everything

third year, he spends more time in the library. regulus does too. mostly silent, pouring over his books. james wonders why he looks so small and vulnerable

fourth year, regulus makes it onto the slytherin quidditch team as their third-year seeker and he's hella good at that, but never show-offy. james wonders why he doesn't like being centre of attention

fifth year, regulus has THE glowup. all baby fat gone, cheekbones that can cut through glass and a sharpass attractive jawline. and was his hair slightly longer too? james wonders why he's never noticed reg's smile before

sixth year, sirius starts talking to his brother more and they bond, spend more time together. regulus seems to notice james for the first time. james still sees the shy little first-year every time he looks at regulus

regulus has a sassy personality, he's mean, he's elusive, he rolls his eyes too much, but james can't see past the fact that his best friend's brother is fucking angelic. james is pretty sure regulus could get away with murder despite having blood on his hands

there's a party, there's laughter, there's drinking. and in the dim lights, the only thing james sees is regulus black because there's nothing more beautiful than watching the candleflames dance like shadows in his eyes, the ghost of pure joy in reg's smile

that year is james' favorite year. they talk, discuss quidditch strategies. when james sees regulus alone in the library, he pulls up a chair and sits with him. even though reg sasses him, he likes that. he learns regulus' favorite color when they're in honeydukes. he discovers regulus' love for astronomy during late-night hangouts. he counts the freckles on reg's face while they spend hot afternoons lying on their backs in the sun. he finds out how perfect their hands fit together like two halves of a whole

they're stupidly in love. regulus starts wearing turtlenecks and no one but remus can tell what the secret glances between james and regulus mean. sirius jokes about regulus hiding a vampire bite on his neck but remus knows it all

james is having the time of his life: secret boyfriend that he's head-over-arse in love with, his best friends, his family, his entire life set before him. everything he could ever wish for. and when sirius finds out, the worst he gets is a smack to the head with a shoe. well, that's the best it gets.

seventh year. regulus is distant, afraid. cheeks hollow, eyes darting, constantly on edge. james worries but never pushes too hard. they still go on dates, of course, but lesser than before - something is holding reg back. "i love you" james says and "i know" he gets in return. and that breaks his fucking heart bc he thinks he's not good enough for regulus. he thinks he's somehow making reg lose interest him and he doesn't want that so he does everything a bit more, tries hard, too hard. pushes himself past the limit.

and regulus can't look him in the eyes when he asks "what's wrong". the sleeve is pulled up, the mark shown, a look of betrayal and not one broken heart, but two. but james has never been one to give up. he tries to convince him but regulus is fixed on it. he doesn't want james to get hurt and live life without him but he doesn't realize that without regulus, james feels like he has nothing to live for.

that night, he's obliviated. that night, the marauders graduate from hogwarts. regulus has another year to come back to, but no james potter. his lifeline hanging by a thread as death and the consequences of his bad decisions loom closer. and james, well, he has his whole life ahead of him, doesn't he?

the paper is printed. the dark lord, vanquished. a young boy killed in service. james thinks he might've known him, seen him at hogwarts but nothing seems to click. he lets go.

james watches his friends get married. he shares their happiness yet, never once looks for his own. too busy as an auror, he makes an excuse - a reason to justify the restlessness of his heart. his friends grow worried.

james forgets a lot. he was once the boy that knew everyone's birthdays, their favorite colors, their everything by heart blindly. now he's a man that can't remember what day it is despite having looked at the calendar a moment before. he's a man that can't remember his own address sometimes. he's a man with strange fuzzy dream of a boy that looks like his best friend. a smile, stolen kisses in greenhouses, holding hands. he forgets his present a lot.

he grows old alone. surrounded by his friends' children. they say he has dementia, a muggle disease. he can't remember who he was sometimes. they wonder why he sits in his armchair in the middle of the night and stares out at the sky, waiting for something he can't remember.

he dies surrounded by his friends and family. it's peaceful, it's quiet. as he takes his final breath and his eyes flutter shut, he feels young again. he opens them again and there's a boy - sirius? no, can't be. he looks younger. an angel? must be. james thinks he's dreaming. the boy holds his hand out with a smile that james had once memorized.

"i'm sorry to make you wait, love."

#jegulus #james potter x regulus black #the marauders #writing #james potter #regulusblack #dead gay wizards #obliviate #marauders au #kinda sad #sorry not sorry #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #my babies #i love them so much

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