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here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can · 20 days

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being a marauders fan is a red flag.

it’s also an orange flag.

and a yellow flag. and a green, a blue and a purple one.

you’re gay.

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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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Hi lovely!! Firstly I want to say I love your works 🥰🥰 always happy to see someone keeping the poly!marauders tag alive! Could I request poly!marauders with fem!reader who just got her wisdom teeth out? Or some sort of procedure where they’re under anesthesia I’m not picky 😭😭 it’s always so cute to see reader all loopy and their bfs like “she’s so cute I want to eat her 😍”

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t vibe with it!! Love you loads 🎀

Thank you so much baby! I relate to this so much because in the two ish weeks I wasn't posting I actually got mine out! Love you loads as well! fem!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: surgery, pain meds, anesthesia

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“C'mon, sweet thing. Let’s get you inside.” James coaxed, gently. He was basically holding you up as you stumbled over the threshold of your home, still spacey from the anesthesia and pain medicine.

“W- we’re home!” You slurred, muffled by the gauze in the back of your mouth. You tried to struggle free from James’ grasp, but he held fast to your arm. He was far stronger than you in typical circumstances, but in your inebriated state it was like a bunny trying to tug on an elephant.

“Easy, love.” Remus chided, placing the hand that wasn’t holding your prescriptions on your shoulder.

“I can do it myself.” You pulled against your boyfriends’ hold again, missing Sirius' lovingly annoyed expression in your determination.

“I’m sure you can, baby.” Sirius placated. “But then you would be denying us the pleasure of helping you. Don’t be mean and let us help you, yeah?” He rubbed up and down your arm through your thick sweater.

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.” You said, voice wobbling with misery. Remus avoided the strong urge to swat his boyfriend.

“You’re never mean lovie,” James cut his eyes to Sirius before fixing you with an awfully kind look. “Pads is just being a git, yeah?” He encouraged you to lie down on the bed.

“He’s not a git!” You shot back. “I love him!” Sirius thought he could cry from fondness on the spot.

“Aw, I love you too, baby.” He knelt down to stroke your hair and resisted the urge to kiss your swollen cheeks. James helped you under the covers while Remus set the bag of care supplies on the dresser. You made grabby hands at Sirius, trying to pull him on top of you. (sober you would die before being that blatant in wanting)

“Gentle, dovey. You’re fragile right now, don’t hurt yourself” Remus gently scolded.

“B- but I wanna cuddle!” You whined. James wondered if your words right now were just your internal thoughts all the time, he kind of hoped they were. Sirius gently moved you over enough for him to crawl in, holding you to lie on your back while he wrapped his arms around you. Remus was still by the dresser, reading the instructions again and setting out your medications. James leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for doing this.” He whispered, stroking the taller boy's hair.

“Don’t mention it. I just know when she wakes again she is going to feel awful.” Remus winced.

“She’s a trooper, though.” James added. “Remember they had to wheel me to the car when I got mine taken out. I also sobbed the whole way home and had a death grip on Pads so much he had bruises.” He recalled from his operation.

“Yeah, you were a big baby, huh?” Remus teased.

“Exactly,” Sirius piped up, holding onto your now sleeping form. You were out cold, some of the meds still clearly in your system. “At least she’s a cute baby.”

“Oi! You said I was cute!" James said furiously.

“You were, love. You always are.” Remus said, cheeks flaming. James sighed, looking at you.

“She’s so precious I could eat her.” He said, lovelorn.

“Don’t think she’s gonna want that for a while, Prongs.” Sirius teased, still stroking your arms and hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” James scolded, walking over to the bed and flopping down on your other side, Remus close on his tail. He kissed your head chastely, steering clear from any sore areas. You stirred in your sleep, not discontentedly, but rather reveling in their hold.

Your boyfriends didn’t know if they could survive this amount of fondness, but they weren’t complaining.

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ellecdc · 3 months

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hear me out - a remus fic but set in come back be here, like maybe a muggle and remus is instantly smitten but has no idea how to navigate but everyone is pushing for him to actually go for it and it’s just chaos but in the best way possible… regardless come back be here was AMAZING

CBBH Remus x muggle!barista gn!reader

(Pretend they have phones for this okay? Thank you lol)

CW: just fluff, swearing, self deprecation, making a fool of oneself - you know, the remus lupin special

Remus would describe himself as many things.

He was a wizard. He was a werewolf. He was a business owner. He was an uncle. He was a friend. He was a war hero.

He was also, apparently, a coward.

He knows this to be true because he’s sat in the same spot that he’s been haunting all week – a chair in the far back corner of the café – pretending to look over ledgers in his notebook while he actually watches you work.

It’s fucking pathetic, is what it was.

He watched as you smiled politely at every customer in line – even the ones who weren’t as polite to you as Remus thought they ought to be.

He felt silly, really, watching you like a creep. He shouldn’t be here to begin with. He had stumbled upon this café completely by accident two weeks ago whilst in the city to pick up more muggle literature to add to his bookstore on Diagon Alley.

It was here he saw you, as if you were a siren calling him to this sodding caffeinated inlet to damn him to hell.

What a willing victim he was.

But he shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t get caught up with you. It was unthinkable. Most witches and wizards would have a hard time coming to terms with someone like, well, someone like him.

He was a burden. A risk.

It was selfish to think he could entertain the thought of you.

Suddenly, as if she’d known he was talking poorly of himself, his phone buzzed.

Remus tried to steal himself as he took a deep breath.

Right Lupin, you’ve done scarier things before. He thought to himself. You’ve run with wolves, you’ve gone undercover into enemy bases, you’ve deceived the dark lord right in front of his slimy fucking face, and you’ve even told Sirius once you thought his hair looked weird. By all means, you can talk to a barista.

Except...well...he really kind of couldn’t talk to a barista. He had made it all the way to the counter, even smiled politely at you as he stepped up to the cash register and...

And then words left him. Failed him. Completely abandoned him. He even thinks there may be a little stickie note in his brain that says ‘resignation effective immediately’ where words should be because he’s staring right at you with your gorgeous eyes and lovely hair and perfect features and for fuck sakes why isn’t he saying anything!?!?!

“Is there something I can get for you?” You asked so sweetly like this bloke wasn’t standing with his mouth agape at your cash register making a sure and utter fool of himself; like you had all the time in the world for the poor bastard.

“Uhm, uh...” He tried finally as if only now realizing he had functioning vocal chords.

“Uhm, fuck, I’m so sorry uhm...”

You chuckled at him. Holy shit you chuckled at him. It was the most beautiful sound Remus thinks he may have ever heard. He hoped you’d do it again, though, at the rate he’s going it was really very likely.

“I’m so sorry. I swear I’m not usually like this. Uh,” He apologized awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I think you’re lovely and would, uh, like to get to know you. You don’t have to say anything now!” He interrupted as you began to interject. “In fact, for my pride's sake, I’d prefer if you didn’t. But I’d like to leave my number here for you, in case you’d like to text me some time.”

He offered you the kindest smile he could muster as you took the now crumpled and sort-of-damp-from-his-sweaty-palms note in your hand with a smile of your own.

Now, Remus wouldn’t say he ran out of the café, per se. He would describe it as more of a jaunt, or perhaps a brisk walk. But he did nearly take out a woman with a pram as he all but flung the door open in his haste to get away.

You stupid ridiculous bastard. He scolded himself as he made his way to the closest apparition point. If Sirius could see you know, you’d never hear the end of it.

His phone buzzed and Remus nearly dropped it in his haste thinking it might be Sirius having somehow actually seen what just took place.

Then he nearly dropped it again as he saw a new text from an unknown number.

Perhaps Remus wasn’t such a coward after all.

#marauders come back be here #come back be here one shot #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #moony #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfiction #Remus Lupin ficlet #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #reader insert #self insert #ellecdc fics

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wisteria-cherry · 6 months

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in which you decide to make a list of all the nicknames sirius calls you

sirius x reader, jealous sirius if you squint

although you had been friends with the marauders for quite a decent amount of time— not so much as each other, but still considerable compared to the other few people they chose to hang around— it had never really crossed your mind just how many nicknames sirius used for you. the only natural solution to this was to take a tally.

at the beginning of the day, when you were sitting in the common room waiting for the boys to arrive, sirius was last down. this wasn’t uncommon; sirius spent the most time getting ready of the four (james a close second).

“morning, dove,” sirius greeted you, stretching his arms up above his head. you smile in reply, scribbling down the name in your notebook (a muggle invention that was far more practical than keeping scrolls of parchment. lily had given it to you as a gift). “whatcha writing?”

“yeah, what is that, huh?” james looked over your shoulder curiously.

“nothing.” you wave dismissively, standing up as you shut the notebook to properly greet the boys. “hurry up, we’ll be late.”

“yes, mum.” sirius groaned dramatically (as always).

your first class was history of magic— which was unfortunate, really, because the tiring class did nothing to help your already tired state. sirius and remus were on either side of you, and you were sitting with your head resting in your arms.

“tired, darling?” sirius whispered, snickering under his breath.

“who wouldn’t be?” you mumble, adjusting your arms on your desk. ah, that’s right. you made a mental note to add “darling” to the list.

“go ahead and sleep.” remus mumbled as he scribbled down notes. “you can copy my notes later.”

“this is why you’re my favorite, rem,” you bury your head deeper in your arms, letting your heavy eyelids finally close.

“excuse me, love,” sirius whispered indignantly, poking your bicep. “i’m hurt.”

“you, too, sirius, i guess.” you groan indifferently. you hear sirius exhale, satisfied with your answer, before feeling the weight of what must have been his robe across your shoulders. your shoulders relaxed as you felt his hand following, scratching gentle circles on your back.

“that’s what i like to hear, hm?”

sirius woke you up seconds before the end of class. you weren’t sure how he kept track so well— he probably only did it so he could count down the minutes til he was free (at least until his next class)— but you found it useful, as you were more so the type to cope until class ended as a pleasant surprise.

“wake up, love, class is nearly over.” sirius poked your head, maybe a little too hard, before brushing the hair out of your face carefully, probably to compensate. “oi.”

“m’up, black.” you lift your face slightly to eye professor binns finally wrapping up the lecture. “merlin, already?”

“yeah, already.” sirius hummed.

“where’s moony?” you tiredly look to sirius before looking the other way to see if remus was there.

“finishing your notes for you.” remus replied, eyes glued to the board as he scribbled down dates from it. remus set his pencil down with a satisfied tap and rolled up the parchment just as professor binns dismissed the class. you stood up and stretched before gratefully taking remus’ notes to copy down later.

“thanks, rem. this is why you’re my favorite.” you exhale.

“oi, i thought i was your favorite!” sirius protested. you cast him an amused glance.

“you didn’t copy notes down for me.”

“i would’ve given you mine if you asked.”

“your handwriting is horrid.”

“come on now, you don’t really mean that, don’t you, pretty?” sirius slung an arm over your shoulders as you roll your eyes.

“yes, i do. come on now, i’ve got to get to class.” you tell him, following as remus began to walk out.

“you should skip.”

“and do what?”

“hang out, obviously, sweetheart!” sirius groaned. “merlin, you’re dense sometimes.”

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you raise an eyebrow.

as soon as you sit down in your next class (sirius and remus had indeed skipped, much to remus’ annoyance, as he had charms, which he quite liked. you and sirius had potions, so you couldn’t blame him for skipping), you whipped out your notebook, scribbling down the names before you forgot.

darling, love, pretty, sweetheart.

you hummed contentedly. a considerable list. you decided not to add mum. you look up from your notebook as professor slughorn studied the room.

“(l/n), child, where is mr. black?” the pudgy professor frowned.

“erm,” you hesitate, startled by the sudden question. “in— in the library, sir.”

“do fetch him, won’t you?” slughorn tutted. “such a rebel. but i do enjoy him; his family are fine people.” you sigh. sirius was one of slughorn’s favorites, even though sirius wanted nothing to do with him, as a conversation with slughorn meant talking about his family.

“yes, sir,” you stand up, leaving the room as your classmates stared after you.

you found sirius in the library with the other marauders. you had been expecting this; you knew that remus’ condition for skipping classes would be that they go to the library. sirius was slumped dramatically over the table.

“moony, this is horrible! what’s the point of skipping class if we’re just going to go to the library?” sirius was whining as he caught sight of you. he brightened immediately, and, upon seeing sirius’ face light up, the other three boys looked up as well.

“finally decided to join us, eh?” james grinned.

“in your dreams.” you roll your eyes. “i’ve come for black. professor slughorn wants his star student back.”

“i’m failing potions on purpose, i’m not his star student!” sirius groaned.

“that’d be lily.” james nodded solemnly.

“pushover.” remus snorted quietly. james punched remus’ shoulder.

“his words, not mine.” you shrug. you watch as sirius packs up his things for a moment before turning to leave, assuming sirius would follow after.

“aw, come on, pads, stay!” james protested.

“yeah, you don’t really wanna go to potions, do you?” peter added insistently.

“nope. gotta go, the missus calls.” sirius said, popping the ‘p’ as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “so long, mates.” remus waved goodbye politely as the other two continued to protest, until madam pince gave them the same withering glare that they had found you also had sometimes— the one that shut them up.

“the missus?” you raise an eyebrow as sirius falls into step with you (somewhat, as his long strides were no match for your short, quick steps).

“yeah, the missus.” sirius hummed, looking ahead as he answered. he seemed to sense through your silence that you wanted clarification. “what about it?”

“that’s new.” you shrug. sirius only grins, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“well, i had to start getting creative since you’re writing them all down.” he says smugly.

“wh-“ you sputter, stepping out of his grip to look at him in shock. “you knew?”

“you’re not very discreet, lovely.” sirius snickered. you sighed. this was true.

“fine.” you groan, reluctantly allowing sirius’ arm to snake around your waist as you continued to walk.

“y’know what else i reckon you ought to add to that list?”

“what?” you ask halfheartedly, knowing full well it’d be a foolish answer.

“mine.”

“sirius.”

“i’m all yours.”

“quit it, black.”

“as you wish, darling.”

#marauders oneshot #marauders drabble #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #sirius black #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony #padfoot #prongs #wormtail

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hotdamnitsmoony · 6 months

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rip sirius black, you would’ve loved conan gray

#sirius black #marauders #conan gray #sirius orion black #black brothers #marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black would have loved conan gray #i’m currently crying to winner #marauders drabble #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #regulus black #regulus arcturus black

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remuslovebot · 10 months

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remus and reader get into a fight and then he gets super clingy afterwards and it’s just fluffy <33🙏🙏🙏

omg this is perfect!!

I kinda get “Mine (Taylor’s Version)” vibes because the album just came out. thank you for requesting this

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary: you and Remus get into a fight about his lycanthropy.

warnings: angst to fluff, insecure remus. use of y/n and not proof read, because I’m lazy lol.

pairings: remus lupin x reader

“This is not up for discussion,” Remus said, curtly.

You huffed, looking at him like he was crazy. The situation you were in was tough, but all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. You had suggested that you help Remus with his full moons. Remus argued it was too dangerous for you and that he wanted to keep you safe. The lycanthrope though he was a monster and would hurt you if given the chance.

And Remus would not let the wolf get the chance.

“Why? Not? I want to be around. I want to help you,” you said. You knew it was stubborn — deep down. You weren’t an animagus like James, Sirius, and Peter. But you were training with Madame Pomphrey to become a nurse.

“You can’t be around at night. I could hurt you. I’m a monster!” He argued, just as stubborn as you.

“Remus, you are not a monster! What if you get badly hurt and I’m not there to help you in time?” You argued, tears coming to your eyes.

“It’s not your job to be there. You don’t need to be there! Maybe I don’t want you there, have you ever thought about that?!” Remus snapped.

Thunder crashed outside in the storm, as lighting stuck in the distance. A tear fell from your right eye and you quickly wiped it away. You needed to get out of your dorm. You needed to be away from him.

“You know, pushing me away is what is actually hurting me. What you just said, hurt me,” you replied, wiping away tears. You then stormed out of your dorm room and out of the Gryffindor common room.

And I remember that night 2:30 am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands.

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street.

Remus followed you immediately after you left. You ran out into the court yard and rain was pouring down upon you. You caught your breath, thinking this was the end. You felt that that Remus was going to push you away so much that you would lose him.

Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever know.

“Y/n wait!” Remus shouted. He caught up with you and you both were getting soaked from the rain.

You turned to him and looked into his eyes sadly. He continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. I love you and I know you want to make sure I’m okay. But you’re safety is important to me,” Remus confessed.

And you took me by surprise. You said “I’ll never leave you alone”

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine,” Remus said, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you Remus. I don’t want you to feel insecure around me or feel like you don’t deserve love. You are not a monster and I will always be around to help you. In whatever way makes you the most comfortable,” you replied, catching his lips in a kiss.

Remus returned the kiss, passionately. The rain making the moment ever more romantic. There were undeniable sparks flying between the two of you.

He knew he never wanted to let you go again. Remus would never push you away after that night. He clung onto you as much as he could.

Once you were both dried off and snuggled in your bed, Remus had his arms protectively around your waist. Your head was snuggled into his chest.

“I never want to let you go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head and resting his chin on your forehead.

“Then don’t, because I’m never letting you go,” you replied, smelling his warm cotton knitted sweater. He smelled of chocolate and cigarettes. It was comforting and warm. The two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, waking up the next day in the same cuddled position.

A/n- I loved writing this!!!! Remus is the loml. Please send me more requests, I enjoy receiving them <3

#remus lupin #remus lupin x fem! reader #young remus lupin x reader #remus Lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #anything for our moony #all the young dudes #marauders #remus x you #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin drabble #remus x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 1 year

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More hippie Remus x scientist Sirius because I have an unhealthy attachment to them now.

Like genuinely they mean everything to me.

Masterpost here!

Sirius had decided that nothing was going to get in his way at work that day. He was just going to buckle down and finally get the results he needed to get. It wasn’t going all that well, causing him to curse at two of his employees and shout at his microscope to ‘fuck off and die’, earning him a concerned glance from James.

He was honestly reaching his last straw when someone walked up to him, phone in hand.

“Uh… sir?” They sounded nervous, seemingly gauging his reaction and whether or not he should run.

“Somebody better be dying!” Sirius shouted, shooting the person a glare.

“I- sorry, it’s just- someone on the phone.” They muttered quietly. “A… Remus Lupin? You know what, I’ll tell them to go-“

“No, wait.” Sirius grabbed the phone, holding it up to his ear. “Hey, darling.” Sirius’ tone almost immediately softened, tension in his shoulders releasing at the knowledge that he was on the other line. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I had a feeling that you were stressed, so I just wanted to check in.” Sirius smiled to himself, pressing his fingers against his mouth for a moment.

“Mhm, you could say I’m stressed.” He answered simply.

“I’m out at the moment, want to take a long lunch?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, I’m outside.” Remus said, and Sirius almost wanted to laugh, anger forgotten. Of course he knew, he always bloody knew. “See you in a few minutes? I can show you the crystals I got from Lily.”

“That sounds amazing, Moony. See you in a few. Love you.”

“Love you too.” With that, he hung up, standing up and walking over to his bag, he shrugged his lab coat off. He hadn’t realised that a silence had fallen over the lab, everyone watching him, confused. “If anyone touches my work while I’m gone, you’re dead.” He announced, turning and walking out.

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ikinremu · 9 months

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|| Nsfw || James Potter Headcannons

Loves and I mean loves eating you out - and is incredible at it. He loves the way you taste and the way you react to his tongue on/in you.

Any and all noises you make drive him insane. Knowing how good he’s making you feel just gets him even harder - he encourages you to be vocal too.

A lot of cursing when he’s receiving, primarily reacts with lower grunts and groans but on occasions where he’s feeling particularly sensitive will let out lighter whimpers.

Loves when you grab at his hair when riding him - he’s such a sucker for it.

Fucking you while you wear his Quidditch shirt is one of his favourite things to do - especially when Gryffindor won their game.

|| Aftercare ||

Always so gentle with you after sex - no matter what.

More often that not, he’ll run you a soothing bath afterwards. If not - you’ll likely be falling asleep together.

Always up to take a shower with you if that’s what you want.

Usually grabs some of his clothes for you to put on - he loves the way you look wearing them.

Likes to stay really close with you, but will always understand if you need some space.

#james potter #marauders #smut #marauders smut #james potter smut #headcannons #marauders headcanon #smutty #drabbles #smut drabbles #prongs #x reader #pov #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #prongs x you #p

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caeiestis · 5 months

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THE DEEP RUSTLING OF THE TREES outside is what awakens remus at this late hour. The wind is harsh and the twigs are constantly hitting the window but the coldness won’t get to him, deeply cuddled into the pillows and blankets in your room. Coming to his senses after a while of lying awake he notices the presence at his back and smiles, knowing exactly how you are laying behind him, clinging to his back, not leaving an ounce of space between you two.

Slowly turning— with so much care of not trying to wake you up, he is now facing you, noses almost touching. His smile is soft and he can’t contain himself as he slowly moves his hand upward and carefully strokes your hair. For a while he just admires your sleeping face, the way quiet snores leave your slightly open mouth and the way your brows twitch every once in a while. He admires the way you are here, with him, feeling so safe and natural to just be. The way that there is no pressure between you two to uphold any kind of image but rather just be completely comfortable. Remus knows that this is everything he would ever need. That you are everything he would ever need.

He moves slightly forward and pecks your lips before going back to admiring you—his expression resembling one of someone in a museum, looking at the finest arts in all of history. Eyes full of amazement as if the stars themselves were placed in his irises, twinkling in adoration for you as they usually only do in the night sky.

Maybe they are, he thinks, he would totally understand if their shining light is only for you—everything is for you.

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evermoreismychild · 11 months

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It was first year, Regulus was walking into Hogwarts, eager for his first year.

His mother made it clear what would happen if he got Gryffindor like his older brother did, so he was relieved when he was placed in Slytherin.

He sat down at the Slytherin tables for dinner and struck up conversation with 2 other boys from the table, Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr.

By his 3rd day, Regulus was beyond tired of hearing about how cool his brother was, because frankly, he didn’t care.

So he avoided his brother in the hallways, which wasn’t hard aside from the fact that they shared many classes together.

Somewhere in Reg’s second week of Hogwarts, Sirius came bursting into Potions class, out of breath and disheveled, his hair was obviously just recently thrown up into a mess on the top of his head, “I’m sorry, Professor Slughorn, won’t happen again.” Sirius was followed closely by Remus Lupin, who was doubled over, catching his breath as well, and Peter who seemed a bit more composed despite his labored breaths, there were small traces of laughter coming from them both.

Regulus rolled his eyes, and just before looking back down at his book, in strolled a fourth boy, much more calm than his panicked companions, he seemed to be in no rush at all.

Regulus was captivated, he was sure his face had began to flush and his eyes grew just the smallest bit wider.

The boy pushed his glasses up slightly as he grabbed the parchment from Slughorn and listened to the instruction the professor gave them.

Regulus couldn’t unglue his eyes from the boy in front of him. He looked so casually reckless, his hair was perfectly disheveled and Regulus was completely and utterly enthralled.

“Careful there, Black. You’ll get drool on your book,” Barty teased from beside him, earning snickers from Evan.

Regulus felt warmth creep to his face and he shoved the boys, “Shut up.” But his eyes were immediately drawn back to the boy standing behind Sirius, now chuckling at something Remus had whispered.

How had Regulus never seen this boy before?

Suddenly, the boy looked up as if he could feel someone’s eyes on him and met eyes with Regulus. Regulus’s eyes widened, and his face felt feverishly hot now. A playful grin touched at the boy’s lips when he caught Regulus’s stare.

And just like that, the boy’s eyes were drawn back to the board as Sirius nudged his shoulder.

Regulus turned to Barty, “Who’s that?”

“That’s James Potter. He’s on the quidditch team. He’s a chaser, I think”

Regulus’s gaze turned back to the boy once more.

James Potter.

#jegulus #marauders #james potter #dead gay wizards #marauders incorrect quotes #barty #remus #sirius #rosekiller #wolfstar #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #jegulus drabble

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here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can · 15 days

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whose handwriting do I have?

(I did cursive too bc I switch sometimes, it’s weird)

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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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hi!!! could i pls request some casual dominance polymarauders 🙈

Thanks for requesting, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders, kinda modern!au

cw: kinda d/s dynamics, boys order reader around a bit. if it's not your cup of tea feel free to skip!

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You were attacked with affection the minute you had stepped foot in the house, but you weren’t complaining. It was like James had appeared from thin air to help you shuck your coat off and hang it up for you.

“Christ, babe. It didn’t know how freezing it was out there. You’ve got like, bits of ice on you.” He fussed, scrutinizing your shaking body and wind-pinched face.

“It wasn’t that bad, the walk was pretty.” You thought that would be reassuring, but James just looked more aghast.

“You walked the whole way here?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t have money for the bus.” You admitted shamefully. It seemed like Sirius had appeared in the room to give you a (loving) talking to as well.

“Then in that case, you call one of us, yeah?” He grabbed your face gently, turning you away from James to look at him. He had his whole intimidation thing going on that made you want to melt into the floor. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger walking in this.” He gave your chin an affectionate squeeze before dropping his hand from your face, you let your gaze fall to the floor.

“I will,” You muttered, barely intelligible. This time it was James who tilted your face up.

“Speak up baby, and look Pads in the eye when you talk to him.” He was gentle but still assertive. You quickly corrected.

“I will call you next time.” Still mousy, but at a discernible volume, and now you could see when Sirius’ usual grin overtook his concerned features. He pulled you into him, giving you a tight squeeze.

“You’re okay, babydoll. You’re not in trouble.” He kissed your neck, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Who’s not in trouble?” You heard Remus’ even tone from the kitchen. You tugged the two men next to you over to where Remus was. He was sitting at the counter, doing some work on his laptop.

“Well it seems like Y/N was determined to give us the fright of our life this afternoon.” James joked (rather dramatically in your opinion), but it’s all good now.

“They will be requiring some hot chocolate, though.” Sirius pinched at your nose, making an awful cooing sound. “Baby, your face is still all cold.”

Remus stood up to rummage through the box of hot drink mixes. “Pads love, could you run upstairs and grab the sweater off the end of the bed?” his voice turned more serious as he looked at you. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re still cold, that shirt likely isn’t doing much to keep you warm.”

“Actually,” You spoke up, ignoring his comment. “Could I have some coffee instead?” James scoffed and Remus rolled his eyes.

“It’s half past five, baby dove. You’ll be up all night if you have caffeine right now.” Remus clearly wasn’t in the mood to be argued with, but you pressed in.

“I’ll be fine! Besides, my head hurts and I need to get some work done.”

“Yeah, well, get that idea out of your head.” James shook your shoulders affectionately. “You’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately, you need a rest.”

“Who needs a rest?” Sirius trotted over to you, manhandling you to get Remus’ sweater over your head.

“Y/N,” James tattled. “They think they’re getting coffee at this hour.” He laughed like you were being obviously ridiculous. “They also have a headache and didn’t tell us.” You must’ve looked absolutely appalled and quickly floundered to control the damages.

“I didn’t think it was important! It’s not bad anyway.”

“Well, let’s try to keep it from getting bad.” Remus handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa, along with a packet of biscuits. “Here, eat these so you can take some pain pills.” He glanced over to James, making the bespectacled boy rummage through the medicine box while Sirius set on getting a glass of water for you.

“I don’t need any medicine, it will go away on its own.” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of biscoff and feeling flustered from all the attention. Sirius clearly disagreed, because the comment earned you a hard pinch on your bum.

“Do what Moons said” He punctuated the order with a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he wasn’t really upset with you. Sirius may play stern, but he was really just silly and enjoyed ordering you around a bit, knowing that it made you heated and blushy.

You set down your hot drink and half-eaten snack to take the pills and water, swallowing your pills and finishing the whole glass before you handed it back.

“There you go,” James cooed, pulling you into his side. “That’s a good girl”

You groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Remus.

"Poor baby," He teased, clearly not feeling very sorry for you.

It was going to be a trying night.

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prongs-slut · 2 years

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@prongs-slut H.A

*After James said no to buying a bigger broomstick to a 4 years old Harry*

James : *horrified* Harry darling, why did you draw a dead body next to you and your papa ?

Regulus : *trying not to laugh* He sure is from the Black family.

@prongs-slut H.A

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wisteria-cherry · 8 months

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in which you have an argument, but you’re not sure what to do

“i can’t believe you! peter, that was personal!” you groan, dragging a hand down your face.

“i’m sorry, okay?”

“some apology!”

“how was i supposed to know?” peter frowned.

“it’s not exactly something you want go around telling everybody!” you snap.

“it was james too!”

“and i’m pissed off at him, too!” you exclaim. “why is it so hard to keep a secret, merlin!” you whirl around on your heel, storming off. your destination: the library, where sirius and remus, the less problematic marauders, were studying. by studying, of course, you meant that remus was trying to tutor sirius but sirius (ironically) didn’t take anything seriously.

you storm into the library, making a beeline for the two boys. you’re about ten feet away when you stop. you just had an argument. you’re mad at two of their best mates. and you’re coming to them for support? would they support you? they’d take the side of their closer friends.

sirius looked up and broke into a grin.

“hey, over here, love!” he called, waving you over. remus looked up and made eye contact with you before frowning. he could tell something was up.

you turn away. you don’t want to cause a rift in their friend group— your friend group. and you definitely didn’t want to cause any more drama that already ensued in the day to day life of the marauders— sirius being melodramatic, james pining for lily, peter insisting he do everything james does. at least remus wasn’t dramatic.

you make your way to the gryffindor common room, where you plopped down in your favorite seat— the loveseat in the corner by the fire. it was the comfiest spot there, but people never really used it because it was somewhat isolated from the rest. you take a book from the side table and begin to read, not seeing what else you could possibly do. reading was relaxing, anyway, so it helped you get a hold on your anger.

the book was fascinating. it took a deep dive into the science and magic behind wand making, how each material and each creature contributed so much to the very makings of the wand and why was sirius there.

“sirius.” you look up. “what brings you here?”

“i oughta ask the same.” sirius set his hands on his hips, pouting. “i can’t believe you just looked at us and left! we aren’t that bad, you know.”

“oh.” you look back to your book, trying to figure out what to say and half hoping the book would help. however, it turned out you didn’t need to. sirius flopped down on the couch, his legs spread and one of his arms resting on the back of the couch. one slip and it’d be around your shoulders.

“well?” sirius pressed.

“huh?”

“aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“nothing. nothing’s wrong.” you answer, perhaps a bit too quickly as you return to your book.

“i know i look it, but i’m not stupid, lovely.” sirius raised an eyebrow. “and you’re not as good a liar as you think.” your shoulders fall from their tense state, defeated.

“i got in an argument.” you admit. “with peter. and kind of james.”

“kind of james?” sirius snickered. “how’s that work?”

“it was regarding him. and stuff he said.” you shrug. sirius lets his arm drop onto your shoulders, something all but uncommon in your friendship. “you know that… thing i told you all?”

“the secret thing?”

“see, you get it’s a secret!” you exclaim. “but… peter and james didn’t. they told people. everyone.”

“now that’s not fair.” sirius hummed, nudging you closer. you didn’t fight it.

“it wasn’t even that significant, though.” you bite down on your lip, feeling it tremble. oh, merlin. you were gonna cry. please, you begged whatever higher power was out there, don’t cry. not in front of sirius. but you couldn’t deny the tears that were welling up.

“oi. darling, hey.” sirius frowned, before pulling you even closer into a hug that you didn’t dare protest. you were practically in his lap. “c’mere, princess.”

“i was horrid.” you tried to say without sputtering. tears were already running down your cheeks, but never made it to your chin because sirius’ shirt soaked them up. “i was shouting at peter, i—“ you hiccuped, trying to stop crying but failing miserably. you instead chose to grip sirius’ shirt that you already felt guilty for soiling. sirius listened intently in a rare moment of him being quiet.

“peter was just doing what james did. he always does that, it’s just how peter is.” you muttered as sirius ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“mm, he does do that,” sirius agreed.

“and it’s not james’ fault either. it’s not his fault i never said it was a secret. i should’ve. he talks, i know he talks.” you ramble as sirius did his best to calm you down. it was working. in roughly fifteen minutes, you were simply laying in sirius’ arms, not bothering to try and explain what was wrong.

“feeling any better?” sirius asked as he felt your breathing go back to normal. you look up at him, wiping away the last of your tears as you nod.

“yeah. sorry about that.” you mumble. sirius only smirked.

“sorry? love, i just got to hold you in my arms, kiss the top of your head, and feel your hair, and you didn’t even hit me. in fact, you held me, too.” sirius informed you, shit-eating grin on maximum smugness. you instantly revert back to your normal self, shoving him away.

“you git!” you exclaim. “i can’t believe you!”

“after all this time?” sirius grinned. “wow, i thought you knew me, darling.”

“don’t ‘darling’ me!” you huff. “merlin, you’re incorrigible.”

“you love me.”

“no more than the rest of you lot.”

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hotdamnitsmoony · 5 months

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the marauders as conversations i’ve had with my friends pt7

sirius: anyone wanna go stand out in that little play park and look creepy?

remus: yeah, alright

james: nah, it’s kinda cold

peter: yeah, we’ll stay here

sirius: ok! *grabs remus by the wrist and drags him outside*

james: they’re totally gonna shag

peter: in a children’s play park?

james: you think that matters to them?

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remuslovebot · 11 months

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please do a fic where remus and reader move in together and it’s like super domestic fluff. ahhh thank you <33

omg so cute 🥺 hope you enjoy

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summery: you and Remus move into your new home after hogwarts. It is a quite little cottage in the woods, perfect for the two of you. Plus Remus will be able to safely execute his full moons with the other marauders.

while moving in, Remus thinks you and him would make a perfect home here for years to come.

warnings : tooth rotting fluff, some angst if you squint, and the first wizarding war.

pairing : Remus Lupin x reader. Fab! reader implied

Upon stepping inside your new house you took in a breath of relief. The life you wanted was finally a reality. Remus walked in beside you, placing a hand on the small of your back. He kissed your cheek and smiled. “It looks perfect love.”

You blushed, turning to face him. “I think so too. We can add whatever furniture we want to and decorate it however we like,” you smiled, walking into the empty space.

Remus admired the inside of the cottage. It’s cream color walls were bare, but all the boy could imagine was framed photographs of you and him. Maybe a little boy or girl in your arms. Remus had always been reluctant about having kids because of his “furry little problem” but after being with you, he knew he wanted them.

You were a major part of his support system. In the cottage’s backyard there were woods and forest as far as the eye could see. Remus was going to be safe during his full moons and his friends would definitely be there to help him.

He could picture the rest of his life here, with you and it made his heart fill with pure joy.

“I think we should put the kitchen table here,” you said, looking through a large picture window in the dining room.

Remus came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His shoulder chin resting on your shoulder. “It would be perfect. This house is perfect.” He grinned. “I could see us here, eating, drinking coffee.”

You blushed, “Is that so Lupin?” You asked, a smirk growing on your face. Remus flipped you over, turning you to face him.

“Yes. I can see me drinking your amazing morning coffee. Me making breakfast for us…and a little boy or girl sitting a a high chair. You feeding them applesauce.” He explained with a soft smile.

With small happy tears in your eyes, you looked up at Remus with adoration. Thinking about your future with him was a little uncertain, as there was a war going on. You didn’t know how safe the two of you might be.

Remus could see some concern in your eyes and furrowed his eye brows. “What’s wrong, dove?” He asked.

“I’m just worried is all. How do we know this is for certain?” You asked.

Remus kissed your forehead. “I know it’s for certain because we can get through anything.” He said, wiping some of your tears. The actions made you lean into his touch.

“You thought about all of that?” You asked. He nodded, then picking up your chin with his hand.

“I did love. This house is ours. I want to make it a home with you.”

You were speechless and you leaned on your tippy toes to kiss him softly. “I love you Remus. I want to build a home with you here.”

He pulled you into a passionate kiss after you spoke those words, his arms wrapped tight around you waist. You never wanted him to let go and he was never going to.

This was your home for years to come, until the two of you were old and gray. That was the hope and hope was all you two had right now.

A couple weeks later after getting everything set up, you woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon coming from the kitchen. Putting on your bathrobe, you walked into the dining area to see Remus in full swing. There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and coffee.

“Morning love,” he grinned, kissing you on the cheek as you went to pour yourself a cup of joe.

“What’s all this for?” You asked. Remus flipped a pancake, “I though we could make it a tradition, for our new home. Every Sunday I will make you breakfast.” He grinned.

You smiled and took a sip of coffee. It was burnt, as coffee was usually your specialty.

“That sounds lovely Remus,” you replied. “But I think I’ll stick to making the coffee every morning.”

a/n : I hope you liked this one! pls send more I love these ideas <33

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