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[moonyswarmsweaters]

Mauraders fans

when asked irl who do you tell people is your favorite hp character???

#Probably Remus #”BuT JamEs PotTeR WaS A bUlLY” stfu #That murderer that was mentioned once #that dead one #the dog’s little brother #the dog #remus lupin #james potter #mauraders #wolfstar #jegulus #marauders #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #regulus and evan and barty #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #the marauders #mauraders fandom #dead gay wizards #marauders era #hp marauders #sirius black #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay witches #dead wizards from the 70s #lily evens

[loveyouprongs]

are you awake?

prompt: "are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." remus lupin x reader

upcoming content: fluff! pls lmk if u think i missed anything. 1.8k words

authors note: despite any photos used in the header, it’s important that people of all races can identify with my work so please let me know if any of the descriptive language i use is exclusionary, i’m trying my best!

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you had no idea what time it was, your phone abandoned on the night stand atop remus' book. he had come over in a huff, one hand holding his cellphone, keys, and book all at once, the other holding a warm cup of hot chocolate he had picked up along the way.

"rem, is that you?" you called, fumbling with wrapping a towel around your just washed hair while keeping the other towel tucked under your arms. you weren't expecting to see him today at all, he had, in his own words, a fucking shitload of reading to catch up on and planned on spending the entire weekend holed up in his room.

you understood, having just finished your own finals, so you planned on spending the evening watching movies and finally removing the old nail polish that decorated your toes and repainting them. an easy, uneventful night.

“yeah, it’s me dove,” remus said, bending down to untie his laces, “sorry for just barging in on you like thi- did you just take a shower?”

he snapped his head up and drank you in, your body still damp from the hot water and the ends of the towel wrapped around your chest fell apart against your thigh revealing more of your smooth skin. your face was free of makeup or the tendrils of hair that constantly fell between your eyes that remus always brushed away.

“y’don’t have to do that every time, remus,” you said on your fourth date when his fingertips danced against your forehead once more that evening.

“you have to be able to see, darling, i don’t mind,” he replied as if this was something he was doing as a favor to you and not because he was so desperate to touch you in any way.

you looked beautiful, he thought.

“thank you, baby,” you let out, giggling at the sigh of your boyfriend still bent half over himself, looking up at you as if you would disappear if he wasn’t.

“did i say that out loud?”

“you did.”

“well, it’s true,” he had since walked over to you, setting his phone, keys, book and cup on the table and grasped at your shoulders, stamping a kiss to your forehead. in this moment, he felt all his tension wash away and reveled in the feeling of your warm skin under his and the vanilla scent of your shampoo wafting around him. he didn’t even remember why he was in such an annoyed mood earlier until you asked him how come he came over.

“ugh, i have to move out!” he exclaimed. this is something remus said maybe four times a week, seven if it was really bad. when james left his dishes piled up in the sink for too long, “i have to move out!” remus would say while ranting to you over breakfast the next day. when they went on a trip for a few days and sirius forgot to pack any underwear so he took it upon himself to borrow remus’, you woke up to a text from your boyfriend that simply read “i have to move out.” sent at 2:18 a.m. then “good morning” at 2:19 a.m. and “you better not be awake right now, dovey” at 2:20 a.m.

“what happened this time?”

“was trying to study ‘til those idiots had the bright idea of rolling bottles down the stairs, i mean who even thinks of that?”

you had to bite your lip to keep in your laughter. you had seen that trend all down your social media so you knew exactly where they got the idea from. but your sweet remus who had no profiles whatsoever, -unless you count the facebook page he made when james told him he had to have one at least-

“what do you mean it doesn’t count? you can share photos and talk to people.”

“it’s facebook! only mums use it. i’m making you a BeReal.”

“you’re making me be real?”

“oh, nevermind.”

had no idea and believed this was just another stupid activity his roommates shared brain cell came up with.

“i don’t know, remmy, people are weird,”

“right? anyway, i sat through listening to ‘clunk, clunk, clunk, smash! again, again, again!’ for about fifteen minutes before i had to get out of there so i thought to come here.”

a warmth started growing within your chest and spreading throughout your entire body. he thought to come here, to your place. your lanky, fluffy haired, nerdy boyfriend who you loved so so much thought to come to you. the smile that had spread across your face was so wide you knew remus knew exactly how you were feeling.

“don’t go all moony eyed on me now, sweetness,” he began, “i’m here because i still have a lot of work to do.”

“of course”

“with no distractions, at least for the next few hours,” he was looking down at you with a familiar look in his eye and you couldn’t even bother to feign cluelessness. the image of remus bent over a book, concentrated look on his face and glasses slowly slipping down his nose was irresistible to you and when you two studied together, it caused a lot of assignments to go untouched.

“alright, i’ll leave you be. but i expect some form of compensation for my good behavior.”

“hence the hot chocolate, for you dove,” he handed you the tall paper cup he had brought in with him and you smiled as it was still warm enough to drink.

“oh wow, my boyfriend and a hot chocolate? it’s like my birthday!” you laughed as remus rolled his eyes and started setting himself up at your kitchen table.

“you can’t say that whenever i get you something, you need to have higher expectations for your birthday silly girl, or i really will just get you a drink and that’ll be it.” he said and the last thing he heard was you laughing down the hallway.

hours had passed and your hair was dry, toe nails now a light peachy color, and one and a half movies had been watched. you mainly kept to your room, only coming out to get a drink and set some biscuits out for remus who hadn’t even looked up. you were sure a bomb could off in the building across the street and he wouldn’t notice. he was so concentrated that all you wanted to do was press your fingers to his temples and relieve his pretty face of the wrinkles, surely his eyes were sore as well, but you knew better than to bother him.

it wasn’t until it was dark out that remus had finally slumped against your bedroom door and trudged like a zombie to your bed, face planting right into your lap. his calves were hanging over the edge so you grabbed his face and shuffled yourselves closer to the headboard. remus was laughing, the feel of his lips tickling your stomach, and with that information he only began to blow raspberries on your belly button.

“remus stop i’m serious!” you let out and lifted his head up, your hands pushing his cheeks up causing his lips to reach up into a smile. he looked so soft, and happy, but obviously tired.

“‘m finished with all m’reading, dove,” his speech was slurred, surely from exhaustion.

“i’m very proud of you baby, you’re so hard working.”

he wrapped the comforter around both of you, and flipped onto his side, pressing his back to your front. he must have been really out of it because he never let you be the big spoon.

“but don’t you like being held?”

“i like holding you. besides it just makes more sense that way, i’m much taller.”

“there’s no sense to cuddling!”

“there’s sense to everything!”

“i am hard working! and they don’t care, all they care about is smashing things and making lots of noise. i have to move out.” he grumbled.

you ran your fingers through his hair, letting him mumble on, knowing he’ll soon fall asleep.

“well, you’re always welcome here, my love.”

he sighed and pressed a kiss to your wrist, “i know,” he spoke softly, the two words so full of content he could hardly stand it. he thought every day how lucky he was to have you in his life. a love full of soft kisses and hot chocolates and intertwining under moonlight. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, now get some sleep.”

the night had come and gone, remus sleeping away in your arms and the sun was shining through your curtains. you slowly lifted your arm off him and felt around for your phone, careful not to disturb him. the screen flashed 10:15 a.m., meaning remus had been sleeping for close to twelve hours now.

it made sense due to how tired he was yesterday, but you had done nothing but relax, so your body was ready to get up and start the day. you answered a few messages telling marlene you’d had to get back to her about if you and remus could make it to brunch in a few hours and sending a rolling eyes emoji to james who sent you a number of videos of bottles rolling down the stairs.

remus shifted, unconsciously flexing his back, and you froze. it wasn’t until he began cracking his knuckles individually that you knew he was awake, you still asked though.

“are you awake yet.”

“no.”

“oh, okay, sorry.”

“mmm.”

two minutes passed, “are you awake now.”

“are my eyes open?”

“no, but you are speaking to me, and this isn’t what you usually say when you sleep talk.”

“i don’t sleep talk!” he let out, craning his neck to look at you perplexedly.

“got you to open your eyes, didn’t i?” you said with a wry smile. his look of confusion morphed into annoyance that you both knew was fake and he fully turned so you were both facing each other now.

“i haven’t slept that good in a long time,” he said lowly, his voice still rough from sleep.

“finals are over now, rem, you can sleep for as long as you want.”

he smiled and tangled your fingers together, opening his mouth to say something back when his stomach rumbled loudly.

“that wasn’t very sexy, was it?”

you giggled and shook your head, finally throwing the covers off yourself.

“nope, but that’s okay, marlene wants us to meet her for brunch in thirty minutes, so we better get a move on, sleepy head.”

remus groaned and reached for his designated dresser from the bed and pulled out whatever shirt and bottoms were on the top of the piles. the two of you got ready in comfortable silence and while you were sitting on the floor, pulling up the zipper on your boots, remus realized that he really could see himself moving in here. always doing his course work at your kitchen table, picking up a hot drink for you at the coffee shop two streets away, not because it was on his way to you, but because it was on his way home.

“ready, baby?” you asked, now standing at full height, holding your hand out to him.

i’m ready to wake up here every morning. “ready,” he said, wrapping his hand around yours.

#remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fic #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #mauraders #mauraders fandom #remus lupin fanfiction #maurauders era #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin fancast #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus fluff #remus imagine #remus x reader #remus x fem!reader

[lucydefleur]

Trying my hand at a sweet #wolfstar sketch today – something totally new for me! Gonna drop a test video soon. Always fancied trying out that chill, sketchy vibe like I’ve seen some other creators do.

#wolfstar fanart #wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius being sirius #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony x padfoot #mauraders fandom #mauraders fanart #mauraders #gay wizards #harry potter #art wip #sketch #drawing #doodle

[currentlyfandomobsessed]

The canon couple that married and had kids ❌

Shipping one idiot with another idiot and making them fruity af ✅

#booklr #jegulus #starchaser #mauraders #delulu about them fictional characters #these dead gay wizards happen to slay the house down your honour #james potter x regulus black #mauraders fandom #mauraders era #pandalily #pandalily for lifeeee #pandora x lily #underrated ship #wolfstar #remus lupin is da goat #remus x sirius #slytherin skittles #zukka #zuko x sokka

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Lower middle class Lily Evans has my heart. Like, James and Sirius made fun of how poor Snape was, not realizing that she lived only three blocks away. That her robes were second hand and that her parents poured alot of their savings into Hogwarts. Lily's dad worked a factory job along side Severus' dad. Lily's mom work at a department store. Lily worked summer jobs as a waitress so she would be able to buy things on hogsmeade weekends.

I have a fic I started and didn't (and probs won't) finish where one summer Remus and other boys from the orphanage come to the place that Lily works for lunch and it's just a moment of mutual understanding between Lily and Remus that their school self is a persona put on around their rich, well off friends.

I just- I love the idea of working class Lily so much. It explains petunia's jealousy, adds another layer to her relationship with Remus, gives her a bit of grit and helps the audience see why she was so reluctant to be with James "never have or will need to work a day in his life, silver spoon and silk diaper, only child and self proclaimed King of Hogwarts" Potter. Like, you guys don't get how in love with her I am.

#harry potter #mauraders era #mauraders fandom #james fleamont potter #lily evans #remus lupin #atyd remus #jily #headcanons

[callmeyourspecialinterest]

Regulus, frantically and with purpose, walks over to James.

James: Darling, your septum ring is so crooked right now, which leds me to believe whatever you’re about to say will be wildly unhinged. But please, the stage is yours.

Regulus proceeds to monologue/rant about a major character death in the book he’s reading while James listens patiently whilst encouraging Reg to get it all out.

#dead gay wizards #mauraders #mauraders fandom #maurders era #incorrect marauders quotes #james potter #incorrect marauders #incorrect harry potter quotes #jegulus #james and regulus #sunseeker #starchaser

[kittheenby]

being in the mauraders fandom is no longer knowing the difference between what is actually canon and what we have all collectively decided is canon

#mauraders #mauraders era #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #regulus black #harry potter #james & peter & remus & sirius #harry potter marauders #mauraders fandom #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #jegulus #jegulily #jily #wolfstar

[princeloww]

People fancasting young Barty Crouch JR as a blue-eyed pretty boy as if he isn't literally already played by David Tennant in the movies........ the prettiest pretty boy..........

(He is more Remus-y in my mind yeah but HES LITERALLY ALREADY BARTY CROUCH JR GUYS)

#david tennant #maurders #mauraders fandom #atyd #tennantverse

[lenacosse]

“We’re so screwed if anyone finds out” “We shouldn’t be doing this” Smut with sirius x reader.

pairing: sirius black x reader

cw: smut, p in v, light choking

word count: 2,488

(i hate this so much😭 and i also didn’t proof read so if it doesn’t make sense i apologise)

‘then we kiss, and you know i won’t ever tell, yeah

and i could see you being my addiction.

you can see me as your secret mission.

hide away and i will start behaving myself.’

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You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have an attraction to Sirius Black, most girls did. But you weren’t stupid, you could never ever get with your brothers best friend. Usually you never really saw Sirius, only when he and your brother were boasting in the common room about who they tormented that day. But now that he’s at your house, sitting in front of you at the table politely talking with your parents you could have cried. Why did he have to be so fucking attractive?

You find yourself zoning out staring at the boy in front of you, the way his eyes creased when he smiled, how his laugh replayed in your mind and how soft his lips looked. He looked almost kind, that was unlike the Sirius you knew from school.

“(Y/N),” James snapped his fingers in front of your face, his action pulls you out of your daydream and you look at him. His face is contoured with suspicion.

“What?” You furrow your brows at him and glance at your mum.

“What are you staring at?” James replies.

“Uh the wall,” you mock and look down at your plate. You glance up at Sirius to see him smirking at you, you feel your heart skip a beat and you clear your throat. “Im done.”

You leave the table and practically run upstairs. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did Sirius smirk at you?! Was he trying to cause a wager between his friendship with James?

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You lay on the sun lounger in the back garden reading a book as the sun beats down on your bare skin that your shorts and bikini top don’t cover. It was the hottest day of summer and you had absolutely no plans on staying inside. You and James had made a deal, you get the back garden to yourself and he gets the front. He was stupid to agree to that considering the back garden was much better but you wouldn’t be the one to say anything.

Something hits your chest and explodes causing you to become drenched. You gasp and sit up drying your wet chest with the towel you brought out. You get up and march to the front garden where you see James and Sirius laughing.

“Which one of you bastards threw that!”

They both point to each other and you sigh. Don’t be fooled by the two boys who were in their final year of school, they were complete children still. You spot their bucket of water balloons and when they’re not looking grab two, you hit them both square in the face and sprint back to your sun lounger. You get a minute to sit before James and Sirius come chasing after you and throwing multiple water balloons at you. You run back inside with them still at you, that is until your mother stands in front of you with your arms crossed. James and Sirius stand behind you, trying to hide the water balloons.

“What is going on?” None of you respond and she looks directly at you.

“James and Sirius are chasing me with water balloons, they just randomly done it.”

“You two leave her alone.” Your mother Effie warned. James nodded in response as did Sirius.

“Sorry Effie.” He says walking past, after winking at you. You feel your cheeks heating up as you bit back a smile that was creeping up your face.

“Come on you know better than that.” Your mother says.

You look up with a puzzled face. “What are you talking about?”

“He is James’ best friend darling. Don’t ruin your relationship with James because you have a crush.”

“What the hell. Sirius? Merlin no. I’d never..” You fumble your words and give her a very concerned look, she returns you a knowing expression and you just scoff. You go up to your room and change, you knew she was right but Sirius was getting under your skin.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was a player, he has girls all around him constantly but you also knew he wasn’t stupid enough to go for you. You didn’t even want to think about what James would do if he found out, you ultimately conclude that he would never ever speak to you or Sirius again. And your mum was right it wasn’t worth it. But the way he smirked and the way he winked at you, you wanted nothing more than to have him pounding into you whilst you gripped his hair listening to him whisper dirty praises into your ear.

You lay on your bed thinking of Sirius and his hands, how his veins flexed as he moved his fingers. You could only imagine having those fingers inside of you whilst you fell apart on him, you imagined him kissing your neck and pinching your nipples. You imagined him bending you over and using you as a prop… you had to distract yourself as you were dripping with arousal and one scenario away from cuming in your pants.

You decided it was best to stay in your room for the rest of the afternoon until dinner time, you trusted yourself enough. Dinner with your parents, James and Sirius, there wasn’t even room to feel attracted to him. Or so you thought. Once you hear your dad shout up for you you leave your room to make your way downstairs, on your way downstairs you walk past Sirius. His hair dripping wet and his shirt soaked, you bite your lip looking down as you pass by. His wet arm skims yours, you look back to see him also looking back with a cocky grin plastered across that beautiful face of his.

“See you at dinner Potter.” He nods at you before winking and going into the bathroom. You stand still on the stairs trying to cool yourself down, your hands were sweaty and you felt overwhelmed. He knew what he was doing and you fucking hated that. So you decide to make him flush.

Halfway through dinner you slide your foot up his leg, running it up and down his calf. You smile sweetly as he glances at you, he wasn’t flushed just taken aback. You moved your foot back and leaned forward to reach across the table to get the jug of water, giving him a full view of your lacy bra, luckily your parents and James weren’t paying attention. You winked at Sirius as you sat back down, you could tell you were getting under his skin. For the remainder of dinner you pulled little things that made him slowly more and more rigid. Finally you get your dessert, a bowl of raspberry sorbet. You glance at Sirius and he already knows what you’re about to do, he shakes his head at you ever so slowly to which you smirk. You make eye contact with him as you put the spoon into your mouth and exaggerate licking it clean. You see him shift slightly in his seat and you smile to yourself knowing you’re now even.

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A hand grabs your arm and pulls you roughly into the front room. You gasp in response and turn around to see Sirius towering over you. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“James nearly saw you acting like a fucking whore.” Sirius snarls.

You scoff and shove him back. “Im a whore? I’m doing to you what you done to me.”

“I smirked at you. I didn’t fucking make you get a hard on at dinner.”

You feel your whole body heat as he says that. It shouldn’t have the effect that it did, you bite your lip and look up at him. “Sorry.”

“No. Don’t. I’m being fucking serious (Y/N) stay away from me. I’m not doing that to James.”

With that he leaves the room and you feel nothing but overwhelming embarrassment. You thought he wanted you to do that but you were wildly wrong. For the rest of the night you stayed in your room out of the way, you couldn’t face Sirius again it was far too humiliating. You wake up uncomfortably warm and in dying need for a drink, your clock reads ten past three in the morning. You sneak downstairs wearing nothing but your pyjama top and underwear. You turn on the kitchen light and nearly jump out of your skin to see Sirius standing at the counter with a glass of water. He looks at you then quickly looks away, you feel uncomfortably aware of the fact you’re wearing next to nothing.

“Um can I get into the cupboard..” you reluctantly say standing next to Sirius who’s standing in the way of the glass cupboard.

He passes you down a glass, “here.”

“Thank you.” You fill up your glass and turn to leave.

“Sorry for calling you a whore.” Sirius said.

You turn around and look at him. “…it’s fine.”

“What were you trying to achieve?”

“Nothing. I was just- I don’t know.”

He slowly walked towards you. “Fucking wish you weren’t James’ sister.”

You set your glass down and cross your arms, “why?”

Sirius leans down to whisper into your ear. “Because if you weren’t I would rip your underwear off and fuck you so hard.”

You squeeze your thighs together as he says that, he notices and smirks. “No one has to know.”

He grabs your waist and backs you up against the counter, smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue pries your mouth open and you find yourself breathlessly making out. Your hand hand slides up his shirt feeling his light abs, fuck he was hot. You bite down on his lip and he grunts into your mouth, he lifts your hips and puts you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer as your hands slide into his hair tugging on his raven locks.

You feel his bulge press up against you so you move your hips for friction, making you whimper in response. He pulls back from the kiss and attaches his lips to your neck, he kisses and nibbles at your neck.

“We’re fucked if anyone finds out. So stay quiet.” Sirius whispered into your ear, you nod and lift his shirt off. You attach your lips to his collarbone, kissing softly. You leave a small love bite and he glares at you. You wink and he kissed you again.

The kiss is urgent and demanding, his fought for the dominance and you easily gave it to him. He slides his hand up your pyjama top and rolls your nipple with his fingers. You hiss at the sensation dropping your head back to rest upon the wall cabinets. He kissed along your jaw as his hand moves down your body, he rubs your clit through your underwear. You gasp and put your hand over your mouth as you left out a quiet breathy moan. He smirks at you and moves your underwear to the side, without warning he shoves two fingers into you. You moan into your hand as your eyes prickle with tears.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sirius taunts, you grind on his fingers whilst he pumps into you, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. You grab his face and pull him forward kissing him aggressively and moaning into his mouth. You felt yourself getting closer, suddenly it hit you what you were doing and you pulled back from the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You bite your lip, Sirius looks at you and stops moving his fingers.

“Should I stop?” He furrows his brows. He goes to pull his fingers out.

“Fuck no.” You grab his wrist and hold it steady, he picks up the pace again and you dig your nails into his back, scratching down as you do. The pleasure coursing through you was other worldly.

The coil in your stomach builds and builds and builds until it snaps. You release over his fingers, your back arching as you come down from your high. Sirius pulls his fingers out and the look he gives you turns you on all over again, his eyes full of complete lust and his lips turned up into a cocky smirk.

In an instant your bent over the kitchen island, your cheek pressed against the cool marble. Considering you were uncomfortably warm it actually feels good. He makes quick work of removing your underwear and spreading your legs. You eagerly anticipate what’s to come, the sound of his shorts hitting the floor has you clenching around nothing and your heart racing.

“Hurry up.”

Sirius grabs your hair, tugging on it as you softly whine. “So fucking needy.”

You feel his tip against your entrance, you lift your head to look over your shoulder, you watch his face as he slides into you. He grunts and bites his lip.

His hand comes to your neck, and lifts your body up so your back is arched against his front. His hand tightens around your throat and he pounds into you, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the moans you’re releasing.

“You’re such a fucking slut Potter, I’ll be thinking about how you feel for a very long time.” He whispers into your ear. You could’ve died right there, everything about him was attractive. You also would be thinking about this for a very long time.

Sirius’ pace gets harder, your bodies are colliding rapidly together and the fear of getting caught makes everything more thrilling. You were aware that if anyone woke up they’re hear you, but you couldn’t care. Being in this moment was too good and you’d be a fool to ruin it. Sirius had your eyes rolling back as he started to rub your clit, with him pounding into you and the absolute filth he was whispering into you you weren’t sure you’d last much longer.

“Sirius..” you whine.

“I know. Just let it happen.” He sucks on your pulse point and you can’t hold it back any longer. You body goes practically limp as you cum around him, you were quite literally seeing stars.

Sirius bent you back over the table and grabbed your hips as he slammed into you faster. Within seconds he came into you, coating your walls white. The sensation was heavenly. Slowly he pulls out and you turn around. He helps you put your underwear back on and gets dressed himself.

“James can never ever find you.” You say sternly.

“Agreed.”

You go back to your room into an absolute haze as you try to figure out what the fuck just happened. You weren’t complaining at all, it was probably the best thing you’d ever experienced. But you really didn’t think it through, because Sirius was here for the entire summer. It was currently the first week of july…

#sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x james’ sister #smut #mauraders #james potter #effie potter #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #mauraders fandom #mauraders fanfiction #request

[flyingtacoturtle11]

@kiwibirb1 Reblog and add tags of all the people in amphibia.

#mauraders fandom #mauraders #mauraders era #maurader brainrot is real #amphibia #jegulus #starchaser #wolfstar #marylily #pandalily #jily #ao3 #art heist baby #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #evan rosier #rosier twins

[mildlyanxiousverge]

JEGULUS FANFIC READERS!!! PLS READ!! I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC

So basically it was James asking Regulus to write poems(?) for Lily and Regulus is in love with James and Lily becomes Regulus friend(?) I HAVE A VERY CLEAR MEMORY OF THE DESCRIPTION OF THE FIC AND I THOUGHT I DOWNLOADED IT BUT I CAN'T FIND IT SO PLS HELP ME IM LITERALLY DESPERATE

#regulus black #hp marauders #jegulus #marauders #regulus headcanon #james potter #hp #black brothers #starchaser #regulus x james #sunseeker #jegulily #james x regulus #james & peter & remus & sirius #mauraders #mauraders fandom #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fanart #jegulus fanfic rec #PLS HELP ME #I BEG YOU ALL

[moonyswarmsweaters]

”I’m tired, I think I will go to bed”

She said, opening yet another fanfic about dead gay wizards form the 70s.

#the marauders #mauraders #dead wizards from the 70s #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #jegulus #wolfstar #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s #barty crouch jr #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #mauraders fandom #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #rosekiller #even rosier #pandora rosier #moony x padfoot #the marauders era #marauders #dead gay witches #hp marauders

[loveyouprongs]

hope we grow old, but we never grow up

james potter x fem!reader

upcoming content: fluff! mentions of reader being anxious in crowds, mentions of just having had sex but not smut, mentions of alcohol. lmk if you think i missed anything :)

authors note: i hope you like this! i’m still new to writing, so i tried my best! inspired by one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists: never grow up by niall horan!🎶 despite any photos used in the header, it’s important that people of all races can identify with my work so please let me know if any of the descriptive language i use is exclusionary, i’m trying my best!

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“I hope we still dance like we're fallin' in love, Hope we still drink like we're back in the pub”

the noise inside the pub was so loud you could feel the floor shake beneath your feet, or maybe it was just your brain making it up. you were getting jostled and a man elbowed your shoulder, causing the cranberry juice in your cup to slosh over the edge. a sharp gasp escaped your lips that you were sure would get lost in the rowdy atmosphere but james quickly snapped his head to look back at you, eyes trailing down to the red liquid dripping down your hand.

“y’alright, sweetness?” big, brown eyes peering at you as the hustle and bustle of the crowd moved on around you both.

“i’m good,” you said back softly, squeezing his hand that had been tightly grasped in yours since the moment you both walked in. today was the final match of the rugby championship and everyone in town was together to watch in anticipation… and drink, no matter the outcome. james had sweetly invited you out with his friends a few nights ago and you of course said yes. the two of you had begun dating a few weeks ago, and you were eager to learn everything about him and spend as much time as possible with him, even if it meant trudging through sweaty, drunk bodies, resisting the urge to cover your ears.

“sirius got here early so he got a table for us already, we’re almost there,” james assured, squeezing your hand back. as you neared the large booth tucked away in the corner, the weight in your chest lifted at the sight of remus rolling his eyes at whatever sirius was saying, waving his hands expressively.

“they’re here! finally!” marlene squeaked and everyone’s eyes turned towards the two of you and they started making room for you both in the booth. you couldn’t stop the tingly feeling in your chest at how easily they accepted you in their tight-knit group.

“mate, where the fuck have you been?’ sirius exclaimed, slapping a hand on james back.

“if you couldn’t tell, he’s already had a bit to drink,” remus muttered in your ear as you leaned in for a half hug around him. when you first met, you were sure he didn’t like you despite james’ reassurances that he was just a quiet person naturally. you understood that, being quite shy yourself, but you still desperately wanted his friends to like you. so when you instinctually gave him a soft hug for the first time and he didn’t pull away, even initiating it the next time you saw him, you were sure you and remus were becoming good friends.

“oh, i’m sure,” you responded, eyes widening at the collection of empty pint glasses that littered the table.

“what’s the score?” james asked, cleaning his glasses against his sweater with one hand, squinting up at the screen, the other stayed wrapped around yours, even though you were both sitting comfortably.

“not good jamesie, why’d y’think i’ve been drinking so much already?” sirius said, taking another swig of his beer.

throughout the night james was intensely focused on the match, going between not even breathing as he stared at the screen to groaning or shouting with sirius whenever his team made a play. you were fine with the fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you, knowing this game was so important to him, and you and marlene were catching up anyway.

“y’having a good time, honey bee?” james asked, looking down at you for the first time in a while, his large arm wrapping around your shoulders, warmth immediately overtaking you. you could tell he’s well past tipsy, eyes alight with bubbly frivolity.

“honey bee? that’s new”

“‘cus you’re so sweet,” his hand that wasn’t grabbing at your shoulder came up to stroke your cheek and you were sure he could feel it warming up under his touch. the subsequent smirk that crawled across his face affirmed your theory, all adoring if not a tad smug, but he was charming enough to get away with it.

“i am having a good time, yeah, i mean, i don’t really understand what’s going on but it’s cute seeing you so focused.”

james laughed and you felt his chest rumble against your cheek as he tugged you in closer, “mm, it’s probably good that you don’t anyway, we’re getting absolutely shitted on.”

“it’s only half time, it can still turn around!” sirius slurred emotionally with his head in his hands, a lot like the other patrons in the bar disappointed at the team's performance.

“keep telling yourself that, mate,” remus said, patting his back pitifully, still reading his book.

“you want another drink? i can go get you one,” james offered and you shook your head, preferring to stay relatively sober so james could have as much fun as he wanted. “you’ll let me know if you do though, right? anything you want, i’ll do it for you.”

for the umpteenth time tonight, and for the millionth time in your relationship so far, james made your heart stop as he looked down at you with his unwavering gaze. you knew he was only offering to navigate the crowded bar for you, knowing your aversion to crowds, but such a declaration paired with the tightness of his grip around your shoulders, how you could feel his heart beat against the soft of your arm if you focused enough. something about this moment, tucked away in a pub booth, felt like it was the beginning of forever.

“i know,” you breathed out softly and james lips quirked up in a small smile, as if instinctively, and with a single nod and press of his lips to your head before he turned back to the screen, you knew he felt the same way.

in a way that could only be described as a miracle, the team pulled through and as the reporters announced a home win, the crowd erupted in cheers. “praise be to god!” sirius cried, reaching for remus’ pint while remus tried to keep him away. he’d been cut off around thirty minutes ago when he attempted to throw marlene’s purse at the screen.

“sit down! you’re not even religious!” remus sighed, wrangling in his wild friend. you could only smile as remus tried to feign annoyance but couldn’t help but laugh when sirius started pressing congratulatory, sloppy kisses to his cheek.

“i can’t believe it!” james cried, wrapping his arms around your front, your back pressed to his chest as he towered over you. you were still sat in the booth but james had stood up five minutes before the match ended, pacing to get his nervous energy out.

you titled your head back to look up at him, genuine happiness radiating off his large form. “that was incredible!”

he looked down at you with a beaming grin, “it definitely was! did you see that last play? blimey, can’t believe we pulled it off!”

as he spoke you twisted on your butt to face him, and he caged you in between his spread thighs. “i know! i don’t know how they do it, i would get so tired- oh!”

you were no longer sitting, now fully upright with your feet dangling off the floor, arms tightly strewn around james’ neck as he lifted you in a hug. you could feel his hair tickle your cheek as he tucked his face into your neck. he spun you both around in staggering circles, having to stop when he felt the alcohol quickly begin to travel back up his stomach.

james couldn’t believe how perfect today was. his favorite team winning, surrounded by his friends, and at the center of it all was you. like a figurine from a snow globe come to life, so charming and sweet. so open to becoming friends with his friends, liking what he likes; he still doesn’t know how or why you agreed to a date with him, nonetheless put your trust in his rough hands, but he could only hope that soon he could carry your heart, and you his.

“this whole day is incredible,” he said, lips brushing against your ear as he set you down.

your guys’ bubble was popped when marlene shook your shoulders, not quite as gone as everyone else, but getting there as sangria glossed her lips “babes do you hear this?!” she let out loudly and you tuned back into reality, music now blasting through the speakers as the patrons danced and sung along happily.

“sorry to steal her from ya, but this is our song!” marlene slurred winking up at james who only shook his head and watched you get dragged to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and jump about with the other girls.

“to doing this all next year?” remus spoke, handing james a glass of water, with one for himself as well.

james chuckled and watched as sirius infiltrated your dance circle, horribly attempting to break dance, but you’d never guess based off of the encouraging woops! and wows! from you and the girls hyping him up.

james could do this again next year, and the year after that, he’d quite like it, he thinks.

“I think that we could be like that, every single Sunday in our Sunday best. Laughin' over nothin' with a full wine glass.”

“honey bee, i’m hopeless with this,” james grumbled, giving up on his tie and falling back against the bed. at your silence he rolled on his side to catch a glimpse of your face through the mirror. your lips twisted at the side, surely holding in a laugh you refused to grant him with, not wanting him to know he’s softening you up again.

“it might help if you button your shirt first,” you said, finally turning to face him. even with his face half squished against the mattress and hair sticking up in all directions he was still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

his eyes slowly grazed up your figure, body he was just ravaging now covered in soft, flowy blue fabric, and your hair was tied up neatly with a bow. James let out a low whistle, heat immediately rising to your cheeks, “well would y’look at you,” he mumbled as if he was speaking to himself, “s’ gorgeous.”

you took a minute to collect yourself, shaking your head at how he still made you this flustered this far into your relationship. “thank you, love. you could look beautiful too if you got dressed.” you now sat primly on the sheets beside him, stroking his cheek.

“too tired,” he said, voice low as he engulfed the hand of yours on his cheek in his and brought it to his lips, “you really wore me out, baby.”

“james!” you chastised, trying to pull your hand away fruitlessly. he smirked against it and pressed a final kiss to your palm.

“what? you did! absolutely mindblowing! that thing y’ did with your hips… oh baby!” he moaned and you slapped a hand against his chest, walking back over to the mirror.

“clearly i didn’t hold up my end of the bargain if you’re able to get dressed s’ fast, lemme make it up to you, honey.”

“no!” you squeaked, quickly gathering your make up and running to the bathroom, james’ laugh echoing behind you. any more talk like that and he actually would convince you to go back to bed with him for another round. but you promised you’d go to marlene’s birthday dinner and you were really looking forward to it. in the back of your mind, you knew it was a mistake to get tangled up in the sheets so close to when you had to leave, knowing james could be absolutely insatiable when he wanted to, but you couldn’t resist!

for the next few minutes, you both got ready in silence. you applying light mascara and blush, and james trying to manage his hair. “need a haircut soon,” he said breaking the silence as he reached over you in the bathroom.

“me too, i think. but i like your hair long.”

“i know you do,” james remarked back, a haughty smirk donning his features once again, falling into a pure smile as you playfully rolled your eyes. as he combed some product into his thick locks you took in his appearance, a plain white t-shirt that hugged his muscles and framed his arms in a way that made you question if he was really from this earth or a Greek god, and fitted slacks, you recognized as the one’s you bought him a few months earlier, after claiming he had no nice going out clothes aside from jeans and the one tuxedo he had for a friends wedding.

“you look really nice, james” you said and he cast his gaze down to you through the mirror.

“thank you, sweetness,” he said back and two sentences, as simple as that, caused the love in the room to blow up like a balloon. the sultry, teasing energy from before now a pure adoration that hung in the air.

“we’re a good looking couple, aren’t we,” james said as you both finished, now looking at the two of you in the mirror.

a startled laugh escaped you, “i suppose we are,”

“no wonder i always want us to be having sex, i mean who could blame me!” james exclaimed, walking to the door, keys jingling in his hand.

“please get it all out now before we get to marlene’s, this is supposed to be a classy party!”

“oh, alright! but i’ll remember this when you’re grabbing at me later,” he said, holding open the car door for you.

“we’ll see about that.”

the sun was beginning to set, casting marlene’s back garden in an orange glow. she set up tables and chairs, all holding delicious food and wine, and fairy lights were strung along the awning.

“marls this looks amazing! happy birthday!” you said, giving her a hug.

“thank you! i love your dress! potter… you cleaned up nicely,”

“it was hard to find a clean shirt, but this one passed the smell test, didn’t it, love?” he joked back, twin gags coming from you and marlene before the three of you erupted into laughter.

“i want you to come meet my best friend at work, she’s so nice!” marlene said and in a flash you both were gone, pastel skirts flowing in the wind.

“‘bout time you got here!” sirius called, hugging james, “was starting to thing you wouldn’t show,”

“sorry, got caught up at home…”

remus rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.

“…if you know what i mean,” james finished, wiggling his eyebrows, eating up sirius’ wolf whistles and high fives.

“you keep us oddly informed of your sex life, you know that mate?” remus asked, pushing off james’ hand that took purchase in his hair.

“what else are brothers for?”

“ugh!” remus groaned.

“are they bothering you, rem?” you asked, pulling up a chair at their table.

“aren’t they always?” james and sirius let out matching offended scoffs as you laughed.

“y’always take remus’ side, ‘s not fair!” james whined.

“i have to! it takes two of us to watch over the two of you!”

“exactly,” remus laughed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“well in that case, the two of you can stay here, while jamesie and i settle a bet,” sirius said, mischievously, lighting the adrenaline in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“do i want to know?” you asked james, who sent you a blinding smile.

“siri here thinks he’s faster than me. than me! can you believe him?” james said, stretching his calf. his thighs were hugged wonderfully in his trousers and you quickly darted a glance at marlene’s beautiful -yet muddy- garden.

“have to prove him wrong, don’t i?”

“yeah, you can’t be datin’ a loser, a slow one at that!” sirius retaliated and you knew there’s no way you could talk him out of it then.

“just make sure to be careful of your nice clothes, love,” you pleaded, “you look so handsome, the last thing you need is to be covered in grass stains.”

“promise, i’ll try my best honey bee,” james said back, cupping your cheeks so your lips squished together and pressing a kiss atop them.

“c’mon let’s get this race started! or are you scared, pretty boy?” sirius egged and james ran up besides him. as the boys took off you knew it was only a matter of time before it resulted in a friendly yet frantic wrestling match, as most of their competitions did. so you captured the image of your tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, dressed like he just came out of a catalog, running under the setting sun in your head now to look back on fondly. his childish giggles carried throughout the air and you had a pathetic smile on your face despite yourself.

“you’ll just have to hose him off before you get in the car,” remus said, content with sitting with you, watching your loved one's mess about, truly happy.

“it’s my own fault for thinking he could keep a white shirt clean.”

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[lucydefleur]

I saw this pose and immediately thought of these two. Also how well is it coming threw that Pads has a concussion I was going for he’s fresh out of a fight and moony just found him blooded and is about ready to lose his shit but is holding it together for his extremely concussed boyfriend. I’m definitely returning to this fandom any body got good fic recommendations?

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[currentlyfandomobsessed]

Evan, crawling back to Pandora, both of them on opposite sides of the war now, begging for her to help him with her seer abilities while he tips on the edge of insanity.

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[the-tired-trans-guy]

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