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apoetsworld · 10 months

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Sirius *who has just been woken up at the crack of dawn*: I think I'm allergic to mornings

James: Come now, no one is allergic to mornings-

Regulus: Yea Sirius, you're just allergic to responsibility...and simplicity, and calmness, and reasonability- yk now that I think about it you could be allergic to mornings

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anyamoons · 10 months

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Wolfstar band au

They are boyfriends that’s canon

#wolfstar #band au #Fanart #the marauders #maurauders era #jegulus #Sirius Black #remus x sirius #Remus Lupin #moony padfoot and prongs

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songofpolaris · 8 months

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-> pairing; reader x Remus Lupin

-> wc; 1.3k

-> warnings; fluff, autumn and mentions of smoking. if any of the previously mentioned sickens or disturbs you, please do not read.

-> a/n; i don't even know when I last posted a good old hopeless romantic imagine that I would normally use to fall asleep to.

Lattes, cappuccinos, mint tea, cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice on everything you eat. Movie marathons, thick fuzzy blankets, rainy nights and cold morning air. Dusty books, poison ivy and poems. Autumn.

For some people, this is the time to hide away and complain that the sun is nowhere to be found while sitting in their houses all day, doing nothing. But not for you. No, for you, this is your time to shine. The leaves are showing your favourite colours each morning on your way to work and the customers come in with hair that’s blown in each and every direction by the winds outside. They smile, grateful to have a place to recharge at for a bit, and are always that tiny bit more thankful when you hand them a warm cup of coffee and a neatly wrapped book. Your autumn brightness lights up their seasonal darkness.

There is also always a switch in customers when this change of season takes place. The summer blonds in flowy dresses leave and the autumn brunettes with thick sweaters take their place.

There’s only one person who keeps coming in, every week, when you work. He’s tall and dark and handsome and all the other cliche book descriptions you wish you could use for someone in real life. But he’s also introverted and not perfect looking. He has scars and messy hair and doesn’t seem to act like he’s anything other than himself.

As you stand on your toes to put the new book series on the shelf, you hear the bell ringing from the door. The door itself creeks enough for you to hear that someone has come in, but the boss won’t fix it for reasons no one can quite comprehend. Something with nostalgia and how the youth keeps on fixing things that do not, ever, need fixing.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in just a moment, just let me put this down.” You greet whoever just came in still standing on the tip of your toes, clumsily balancing three books under your left arm while placing another one on the shelf.

“That doesn’t look like it’ll be done in a moment and if it is, it won’t be because all the books got to their place, y/n.” A low voice answers. You smile as you realise it’s him.

“Delusion is a fine way to work, Remus.” You answer as you try to get even higher on your toes.

You hear footsteps hasting your way as you fall back, realising gravity actually still is with you. However, two arms envelop you before you hit the ground. They slowly push you back into your normal standing position, still hugging you from the back.

“It’s also a way to break your toes or get a concussion, genius.” Remus whispers into your ear. You huff and turn around. His arms leave you and you feel the absence of them immediately.

Remus kneels down and gathers the books, then easily places them on the havened book shelf. His curls fall back from his eyes and the strong jawline gets shown off more than ever. ‘How is this specimen real?’ is all you manage to think. As he looks back at you, you clear your throat and walk up to the register. While walking, you raise your hand to your cheek. It actually feels hot. Is it hot? You let your hair fall into your face to cover up the cheeks, which feel like they might actually be looking like tomatoes.

You duck behind the register to grab the only delivery made this week, which could only be for him. This man reads a new book every week and buys a new one each time he comes into the store. So far, the only week he didn’t come in was the first week of spring break, which later turned out to be because he broke his leg and physically could not make it to the bookstore on his own.

“Emma by Jane Austen this time?” You ask as he comes up to you. He nods.

“I love you for this! It’s actually my favourite book.” You tell him while wrapping it.

Now, a blush comes up on his cheeks. He picks on his sweater awkwardly while starting to lean onto the counter. While looking away he answers; “I know, you told me last time.”

You ignore the awkward change of behaviour and push your hair back out of your face. You couldn’t hide that heat in you even if you did try, so why would you. You look at him questioningly.

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. Anyway, even if I did forget the conversation, I have a list of books you recommended to me.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing on the planet. Sure. Everybody is this attentive. Every single person on this planet is this kind of attentive.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about your opinion and trust it.”

“Can I see it?”

“Why are you only asking questions suddenly?”

You lay the neatly wrapped book in front of him, tilt your head and look at him.

“Can I?” Is all you say, still keeping a hand on the book. He looks down at the book and then focuses onto your eyes.

“No.”

“Why in the world not?”

Remus shakes his head. His glasses are crooked and he smells like cigarettes and peppermint. There’s only a register between the two of you that’s really just 17 inches broad. That gives you a good sense of someone’s smell when they lean up to it.

“Fine” he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and takes out a folded piece of paper, “but don’t start thinking I’m a stalker or anything now, alright?” He says as he hands it to you. You nod and unfold the paper. On it, titles are scribbled and quotes stand behind the ones he has read.

“What are the quotes for, smokey?” You ask jokingly. Not that it reflects how you feel in any way, shape or form. Truthfully, you’re tearing up and trying to hide it with a stupid comment.

Remus seems to hesitate answering this question. Though the weird nickname always does make him show that lopsided grin of his.

“Unless it’s a state secret, you can tell me.” You add.

“They’re quotes I see you in.”

“But these quotes…Remus”

“Yes, y/n?”

“I know you have read these, but have you?” You say perplexed. This can not be real. Outside of the store, you two have run into each other some time and each time it was amazing, but it didn’t feel like he thought much more of the two of you than just people who sometimes coincidentally run into each other and talk about books outside of that. The quotes seem to think otherwise. And they’re all ones you love and annotated yourself.

“Y/n, please say something. I swear I’m not some obsessive person, I just really enjoy spending time with you and thought this would… I don’t know. Give me more to talk to you about? Understand you better?”

You laugh. How can someone think this is going to make you see them as anything less than amazing. Less than wonderful. Less than perfect. You move around the register and then you’re standing right in front of him. His chin actually hits the top of your head when you stand closer to him. You move back and move your hand to the back of his head.

“I’m going to stand on my toes again, alright? So you just hold me.” You whisper as you stand on your toes and your lips slowly, delicately touch his. His arms wrap around you. You have never been more steady than this.

“It's such a happiness when good people get together.” Jane Austen - Emma

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myrows · 2 years

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James and Sirius lost a bet with Mary and now they’re wearing adorable play boy girls costumes.

(Sirius lost on purpose eheh)

Oh and Moony and Reg are here too

(I’m going to hell I know)

#marauders #marauders era #jegulus #starchaser #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #james x regulus #harry potter #regulus black #hogwarts #mary mcdonald #sirius being sirius #moony padfoot and prongs

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siredtodeadgaywizards · 8 months

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James, to Remus: Are you fucking serious?!

Remus:….

James:….

Remus: …yeah?

James: GODDAMN IT MOONY

Sirius: It’s not like he’s lying tho..

James: *starts tearing his hair out*

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hanakin-starwalker · 7 months

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Regulus: Oh my gosh, puppy!

Padfoot, what is this child doing?

Regulus: You are so soft.

Padfoot, kill me now, please.

Regulus, *petting the black dog not knowing it’s really Sirius*

Padfoot, this actually feels nice.

Regulus: You can be my secret best friend. Well, I’m sure I can tell my other secret friend about you.

Padfoot, I’m your brother, you little goofball.

Regulus: His name is Remus, he’s nice, he gives me chocolate.

Padfoot, why, Remus?

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velarisian · 1 year

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my top sirius x reader ao3 fics.

reasons for making this list: show love to authors, keep tally + accessibility for my fix.

updated as and when i come across good stuff. i'll do a tumblr one as well.

stars imply kudos to their prose composition/plot/emotion delivery

my preferences: (one shot, not 1st pov) character studies > angst> fluff> dialogue/random > smut (don't care much for it)

by the stars (single-handedly destroyed me, one of the best under his tag. i cried hard. Show them love pls!) ☆

three infinities and a reunion (simple yet does the job of making me emotional) ☆

See Your Death (intriguing, i cried a bit after pondering more on this) ☆

Hellhole Out Of Commission

Crazy Cousins and Where to Find Them

He Found Them

Deductive Reasoning

Tattoo

Reverie (a pleasure to read, cried, DESERVES ALL THE KUDOS) ☆

Company & Comfort (Fawned over) ☆

Lost Pages

Worse Than Nicotine (adorable!!)

Confession

Sweet Bakes (kicked my feet up and giggled.)

loving stares (pulled at my heartstrings) ☆

Welcome Home

#big thank u for the writers for existing and writing these #my literal comfort #sirius black x reader #sirius black #marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader #marauders era #ao3 #fanfiction #harry potter recs #harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #moony padfoot and prongs #moony padfoot wormtail prongs

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prismolovesfanfiction · 2 months

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james' petnames

James: Lily flower Sirius: Flour? Remus: Eggs Peter: Preheat oven to 180 Lily: ....

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flowerpottlady · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Mummy

In honor of Lily’s birthday, I woke up with this little scene in my head - and could not rest until I had it written out. It’s just a little snippet of what will come in A Turning Point, and a very sweet little moment of James and Lily as husband and wife - and as parents!

Here it is!

Happy Birthday Mummy

“Lil?” James whispered into the darkness of their bedroom tentatively. He took in the small, still body in the center of their bed. Auburn hair gracefully falling toward one side, her porcelain features peaceful as her eyes scrunched in her sleep.

“Shh Harry, it’s alright mate.” James whispered again, to his red faced infant son - screaming in his arms. He took a small step forward opening the door wider, as he guiltily brought the wailing baby into the room where his wife slept.

“Lily - I’m so sorry to wake you love.” He said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand on her shoulder as she stirred slowly. “I was trying to let you sleep in - I’ve tried everything but he won’t take a bottle.”

“S’alright,” came her voice - thick with sleep - as she shifted slightly, sitting up and pulling up the bottom of one of his old Quidditch shirt that she had fallen asleep in.

Her eyes barely opened, as she stretched out her arms -her hands making grabbing motions - while her heart wrenched at the sound of the cries coming from her baby.

“Happy birthday Lily.” James said softly, placing Harry in her arms and pressing a tender kiss against her cheek.

“Mmm, thanks.” She whispered with a smile, her baby struggling for just a moment until he settled against her bare chest, latching on and cooing in content as he finally got what he had been needing for the last hour. “The joys of parenthood,” Lily laughed softly, cradling Harry against her, and sinking her back further into the pillows.

James then sat fully on the bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and placing his chin on her shoulder - relishing the sight of his son’s sweet face, his dark hair sticking out in chaos. “You do this so perfectly.” He murmured into her neck.

“Hmm… what?”

“Being his Mum.”

Lily turned to face him, her eyes now fully opened, and twinkling brightly at him. “That’s sweet of you.” She responded, kissing him fully on his mouth before she turned away - chuckling slightly. “I should probably stop pumping though - there’s no point really. It’s just going to waste.”

“It makes sense - why would he want a glass bottle when he could have a boob in his face.”

“… and the sweetness is gone.” Lily laughed, rolling her eyes, and looking back down at the six month old. She could scarcely believe that the little person she carried inside of her for nine months was nearly half a year old. Every moment with him was precious; the way he lit up looking at her, how he craved her touch, the hair pulling, the baths, the feedings. Watching him learn to hold his head up - to sit, to roll. The way he laughed the sweetest little noise whenever he looked at James. All of this, being a mother and a wife, was magnificent, and she wouldn’t give up any of this - her husband or her son - for anything in the world.

“Did you want to do anything in particular for your birthday?” James questioned, interrupting her train of thought.

“Knowing you, I reckon you’ve got something wonderful planned.”

“Well, of course I do.” He said simply, “but it is your birthday, so we can work in whatever you wanted too.” - it was difficult to make plans, to make her day special knowing they couldn’t leave their home.

“Hmm… chess.” She said, “and it is my birthday so you have to let me win.”

“Obviously… I can make that happen.” James spoke mischievously, kissing her cheek sloppily. It never failed to surprise him, that after three and a half years together, how much he loved her. How lucky he was to have her in his life. And he vowed, years ago - he would always do whatever it took to keep her happy, to show her daily how much he loved her.

“I was planning on giving you breakfast in bed - I haven’t started making it though.” He admitted dejectedly, sighing and stretched out his fingers to smooth across Harry’s soft cheek. “Someone wanted his mummy.”

“That’s alright. I do love being wanted.” She reminded him, nursing her son was not something she would eagerly give up - even if it meant having to wake up before six in the morning on her birthday. “Thank you for trying though.”

“Always love.” He said, kissing her shoulder once more. “When he’s done, I’ll take him and you can go back to sleep.”

“Usually I’d refuse, but someone kept me up late last night.” She laughed, thinking back to their activities the night before. Both of them welcoming sex back into their lives - very happily.

James grinned then, “I’d say it was worth it.” He kissed her again, watching her nodding fiercely in agreement. “We can even have a repeat tonight if you are up for it.”

“I definitely am.”

“I love you.” He said, meaning every word. Just then, Harry detached from her, smacking the milk from his lips and cooing for attention.

“I love you too mate.” James smiled down at him, gladly taking Harry from Lily - placing him over his shoulder and patting his back gently until he released a loud burp.

Harry leaned back, staring at his father until a wide smile of recognition grew across his chubby cheeks. “Let’s say happy birthday mummy!” James whispered excitedly, turning Harry to look at Lily, holding his tiny hands out to her.

“Thank you Harry!” She bent down to kiss his soft head, “you make me feel so special.”

“You are love,” James said, “Harry and I will go start breakfast, you go back to sleep.”

“Harry can’t cook James. He only just started sitting up.”

“Don’t question our son’s talents in front of him.”

“Right - my mistake. Well, be careful with the stove then Harry.”

The baby in question, looked at her curiously, bouncing slightly- ready to get on with his day.

“We’ll be downstairs, Love.” James said, standing up and carefully balancing his son with one arm. He bent down one last time, hovering over Lily as he pressed yet another kiss to her cheek. His warm breath grazed against her ear while he whispered to her, “Happy Birthday Mummy.”

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Read more of A Turning Point on ao3!

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quill-q · 2 years

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Marauders - First Wizarding War

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theitalicsoh · 1 year

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I know everyones upset about bizzarestars deleting their account and works but honestly no matter how much you enjoy those works at the end of the day bizzarestars is still a human being who deserves the respect of this fandom for the time and content they have given us.

A lot of people are starting to take breaks from the fandom because of how toxic it’s become. Let’s not chase off on of the best creator’s we’ve had. Give them time and space to do whatever they want.

If this is seriously impacting your life, my official first responder advice is to turn off the wifi. Take a look at yourself and your morals. If this is a coping mechanism then direct it elsewhere, bizzarestars is not your therapist and is under no obligation to provide content for the fandom.

#marauders #bizzarestars #zeppazariel #crimson rivers #just lovers #best friends brother #moony padfoot and prongs

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apoetsworld · 10 months

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Remus: YOU'RE CRAZY!YOU'RE A LUNATIC! YOU'RE-

Sirius: I prefer the term "mentally hilarious"

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anyamoons · 10 months

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✨ Blue and Golden Wolfstar ✨

#fan art #harry potter #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #fanart #remus x sirius #artists on tumblr #all the young dudes #moony padfoot and prongs #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

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songofpolaris · 1 year

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Imagine: dancing in the refrigerator light

-> pairing; reader x sirius black

-> wc; 734

-> warnings; fluff, mentions of food and hunger

-> a/n; i haven’t written in fucking forever, but i’ve been trying to get back into it so… i hope you like this

dancing in the refrigerator light, the playlist

You sneak down the wooden stairs, tip toeing on the edges, hoping they won’t creak too loud. They’re old stairs though, they creak any way you walk on them. They would probably be just as loud if you just walked loud and proud on them.

But it’s three in the morning, you’re hungry and you can’t wake everyone else up just because you want that glass of lemonade and popcorn so bad. So you try to respect their non hungry sleep and be careful when you go to make your stomach’s dreams come true.

At the bottom of the stairs you lightly step down onto your feet and go left into the kitchen. Humming your favorite song while walking onto the cold kitchen tiles. It’s a warm march night and just the old shirt you normally sleep in is enough to keep you from being cold.

There’s a soft breeze coming through the delicate curtains hanging before the old window, blowing some of the leaves of the sunflowers you keep in the vase before it into the kitchen. You pick the vase up and put it onto the island, hoping it’ll keep the flowers safe for a bit longer. Sadly, they’re dying. But they look dreadfully beautiful while doing so.

Lily’s painting of them is standing on the counter on her cute little easel. You told her about how beautiful you thought they were and she painted them for you when you were cooking lunch today.

You close the kitchen door and turn the stereo on. A low volume, but good enough to dance to. “Stand by me” comes grating through the boxes.

Climbing onto the counter you go to open the kitchen cabinet, in search of the popcorn. Now that Lily is pregnant you try to hide your snacks as good as you can but she keeps finding them. This time you thought you should hide it in the cabinet both of you can’t reach from the ground, assuming she won’t take the risk. Reaching around in the cabinet you finally feel the container you put them in and grab it. Victory.

“What’re you doing angel?” Someone suddenly voices from the door. You turn around. Eyes wide.

“Did you just stuff your face with popcorn.”

He said it more like an observation than a question. You shake your head while quickly trying to get through the full hand of popcorn you just propped into your mouth.

“I’ll be nice and wait for you to swallow so you can deny it with a full correct grammar sentence and everything.”

You swallow the last bit of popcorn quickly. “Thanks!” And jump off the counter to open the fridge to get the lemonade.

“You want some?” You look over to your boyfriend’s now clear face. He really always is standing in the spotlight, even when it’s just refrigerator light. He shakes his head and grabs your hand. His mouth grazes your ear as he pulls you closer and whispers “What if we just danced?”

You respond with a smile and a loving pinch in his hand. “Don’t you think we’ll wake them up?” You answer softly while looking up at the ceiling. James and Lily are sleeping in the room right above you.

“I’ll wake the whole world up just to dance with you, now come on. Give me this bit of joy my love.” He lifts your intertwined hands up and turns you around, catching you in his arms. The fridge’s spotlight shining onto the both of you, complimenting the boy’s years of painful obligated ballroom dance trainings to impress at formal family events or to woo the elite of the wizarding world.

“I love you, you know.” You say as he sways you around the kitchen. He decided that just dancing in front of the fridge wasn’t enough anymore.

You’re twirling around, taking leaves with you and sprinkling popcorn around everywhere he takes you.

Sirius smiles. A broad smile. With teeth and dimples and a chuckle. The whole cute Sirius smile thing.

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I’ve known for a long time. You’ve known even longer.”

“What did I know even longer?”

“That I’ll dance with you even after my doctor has screamed at me for dancing while needing a hip replacement. That I’ll dance with you until the sun comes up and goes back down again and the stars obliterate and the earth becomes unliveable.”

You smile. “I didn’t know, Siri.”

“Now you do. Now you know I’ve loved you for forever.”

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