#Marauders fan fiction

[wzrd-wheezes]

could i request a short imagine with remus x fem reader, where they’re best friends, and one day in the library while remus is talking about some book he’s passionate about, the reader just kisses him??? thank u!!!

Ink-Stained Fingers - Remus Lupin x Reader.

AN - this was such a cute request and i had so much fun writing it! thank you so much <3

Y/N’s fingers were stained with ink from her quill as she frantically scribbled on a particularly long roll of parchment, desperately trying to finish her potions essay that was due in the morning. Remus sat opposite her, his feet propped up on the table and a book gripped between his fingers.

“How many times have you read that one, then?” Y/N asked, glancing up at him.

“Dunno.” he replied, barely looking up, “Five maybe?”

Y/N smiled to herself, returning her attention to her homework. Remus would usually keep her company on her late night study sessions in the library when she was cramming in her homework last minute. She wasn’t as organised as he was usually.

Remus’ fingers toyed idly with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper as he read. By the looks of it, it was a book that he’d read over and over. The edges of the pages had gone fuzzy like they had been thumbed through many times and his brow furrowed as his eyes danced over the words.

“I can lend it you if you want?” Remus broke the silence.

“Are you feeling alright?” Y/N laughed, “James asked to borrow one of your books the other day and you looked like he’d just asked you to sacrifice your first born child!”

Remus chuckled, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“That was only ‘cause I know he wouldn’t look after it,” he said, “knowing him he’d probably leave it somewhere.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, dipping her quill back into the pot of ink and carrying on writing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Remus reach down to retrieve something from his bag. He took out a quill and ink and began flicking quickly through the pages of his book.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, not looking up from the piece of parchment in front of her.

“‘M just writing you some notes in the margins,” he muttered, clearly deep in thought, “y’know, for when you read it.”

Her eyes snapped up to look at him and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Remus was biting down on his lip as he scribbled down his notes, a crease forming between his brows. It was as if he couldn’t get the words down on the pages quick enough.

“This is one of my favourites, you know?” he spoke, “The characters are so well thought out and the way that it’s written is honestly…”

He went on, telling her every detail of the story telling without trying to ruin it for her. His lips pulled into a smile as he spoke, the words spilling effortlessly out of his mouth. His eyes were wide and shining with excitement and Y/N had lost track of what he was saying, completely in awe of how passionately he was speaking about the book.

Y/N didn’t know why she did it, but before she had even registered what she was doing, she had leaned across the table and kissed him. She caught him mid sentence, his mouth slightly open and his lips soft against hers. Y/N pulled away quickly, her eyes widening and her heart pounding.

“If you wanted me to shut up you only had to tell me.” Remus laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry - I don’t know why I did that!” Y/N panicked, “Shit. you’re my best friend-”

This time Remus cut her off. Leaning over the table and grabbing her face with his hands. The kiss this time was more sure, his lips confident against hers, his hand resting on her jaw. He tried to pull her closer to him to deepen the kiss when all over a sudden they were distracted by a dull thud as something hit the wood of the table.

Looking down, they saw that the pot of ink had been knocked over, the dark liquid spilling across the table and seeping onto the the roll of parchment where Y/N was writing her essay. She let out a gasp, trying to snatch her work away from the ink that was spreading at a rapid pace.

“Don’t worry about it.” Remus said, taking the paper from her hands and dropping it to the floor, his eyes still fixed on hers. The ink had got on his fingers too, and he chuckled as he looked at them. “I’ll help you write another one.”

His lips quickly found Y/N’s again, their ink stained fingers intertwining.

[atlasofearth]

so… wld anyone b interested in an au where i just put james through it 😁

(i.e complex parent relationships , homophobia (both internalized and from others) , an anxiety disorder , and religious trauma!) (and a crush on he’s best friends little brother too:-) )

[deadchaoticcosmos]

i need a drarry fic where EFFIE AND MONTY raise harry

please and thank you

[neverenoughmarauders]

HP canon debater & canon fanfics writer

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, and I am a long COVIDer/CFS/ME and lifelong PoTSer!

On this blog, I am (mostly) a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon. I mostly ship canon (especially JILY!!!, Hinny, Romione, Tedromeda, Remadora) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I have a strong emotional attachment to these fictional characters.

My fanfictions:

When we were up to no good - long fic that aims to be a canon compliant interpretation of the marauders - obsessively so, if I might add.

Never saw one without the other: a collection of one shots obsessing over Sirius and James' relationship

First betrayal - first ever fanfic - Jily (borderline Jilypads). Set during the first war as Lily discovers she's pregnant

Jily microfics

When we were up to no good

This long fic consists of 4 parts, and was me very much wanting more fics that are consistent with canon as per this post.

Part 1: I solemnly swear

Quote: 'No friendship is an accident'

We meet our cast of heroes age 11 and follow them as they become the dear friends we know them to be. James and Snape become sworn enemies. This part ends shortly after the big discovery.

Part 2: Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

Quote: 'The best memories come from bad ideas with best friends'

The boys really become that tight-night group we like to call the marauders: they set out to become animagi; Sirius and James become the popular, bullying gits we see in the Pensieve; the Whomping Willow incident happens and this part ends shortly after Snape's worst memory.

Part 3: Mischief Managed.

Quote: 'They say I changed a lot. I say a lot changed me' 

The war has always been in the background, but it's at this point our story takes a darker turn. The Marauders face their last two years of Hogwarts, James does some serious growing up, becomes Head Boy - and of course, starts dating Lily Evans. This ends with our heroes graduating Hogwarts.

Part 4: Until the very end.

Quote: ' Let us live, since we must die' 

One Order, a wedding, two childbirths, one prophecy, lots and lots of death, and one big, heart-breaking betrayal.

[theyrealllesbians]

I'm really in the mood to start writing again, but I have absolutely no ideas (apart from a marauders fic where they all have to escape and hide during the war efforts, im ngl the only scene i have planned is the last one) so!!! if anyone has any ideas that they wouldn't mind me writing let me know!!

[obsidian33]

The Last Song of the Brightest Star: The Rise of the Dark Lord

Chapter 4: First Impression

Sparkling silver light filtered through the windows, and Sirius stood there, dressed in an emerald green suit, his dark eyes gleaming. Numerous pearls adorned his fingers as he twisted his wand, testing its abilities.

"You were saying," he continued.

"I apologise, M-master…" came a shivering voice from in front of him.

"Do you think your apologies serve any purpose?" Sirius' voice was dark, cold, and sharp. His gaze was icy as he looked over his opponent. He rather enjoyed the power and couldn't help but smile a little.

"I… I… am unsure… What else…"

"Unsure. Didn't look so unsure when you faltered. Fraternising with Mudbloods, blood traitors, and half-breeds," he said, his voice silky.

Silence followed, except for his enemy's shivers. Sirius was satisfied to see the floor beneath his enemy was drenched in tears or sweat.

"Very well," he said with finality. "Look me in the eyes."

His enemy slowly raised his head, hands trembling.

"Look. At. Me,” He ordered.

A pale white face, much younger, came into view. Long black hair, once perfect but now shabby and wet. Grey eyes, clouded by an emotion he did not yet know. The features were strikingly similar. With a jolt, he realised it was himself, his younger self!

Before he could stop, the darker version of Sirius cast a spell, and jet red sparks shot out of his wand. Pain, unlike anything he had ever known, consumed him. He lay there writhing, screaming. No one heard him, no one knew where he was. No one cared.

“Sirius! Sirius… W… Wake up!”

He woke with a start and was surprised to see a pair of specs zooming in front of him, bright sunlight reflected in it. 

[youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars]

MY FAVORITE TUMBLR BITCHES I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST

Can any of you rec any fics where it's got moonwater, but in the way that they're like...fwb or purely platonic friends who kiss sometimes or they were each others first times or SOMETHING and then fast forward to jegulus and wolfstar and it's sirius and james finding out that their boyfriends fucked

pretty please???

[a-morningstar-120]

The monsters on AO3 are standing between me and Sirius Time. I will not (will not) allow this.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Yeah sex is intimate and all, but have you ever showed someone your fanfiction where you clearly just projected hardcore onto one if the most traumatized characters?

[latenightreadingpdf]

The Cutest Thing - Sirius Black

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Summary: When you visit the Marauders' dorm to ask Remus for help with your Charms homework, you're surprised to find a large black dog in the room.

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You hurried through the hallways of Gryffindor Tower, clutching your Charms textbook and muttering to yourself. The essay Flitwick assigned was due tomorrow, and you were in desperate need of help. Luckily, Remus Lupin was your go-to for all things academic, and you figured he wouldn’t mind you dropping by the Marauders’ dorm.

When you reached their door, you knocked softly at first, then a bit louder when no one answered. From inside, you could hear what sounded like… barking? Frowning, you knocked again. Still no answer. The barking continued, frantic and insistent.

Worried something was wrong, you slowly pushed the door open.

“Hello? Remus?”

The scene that greeted you was not what you expected. Remus was sitting cross-legged on his bed, nose buried in a book. James was lounging on his bed, tossing a ball in the air, while Peter sat at the desk scribbling something on parchment. In the center of the room was a large, black dog pawing at Remus, barking as if trying to get his attention.

You froze in the doorway.

James noticed you first, the ball dropping to his chest with a thud. “When did you get here?”

You gestured at the dog. “Uh… whose dog is that?”

All three boys froze, exchanging a fleeting, panicked glance.

“Oh, him?” James said quickly, sitting up. “We, uh, found him outside. Poor thing was injured, so we brought him in to heal him up.”

Your heart melted instantly. “Oh, you poor thing!” You crouched down, extending a hand toward the dog. “C’mere, boy.”

The dog—who had been ignoring the boys entirely—turned to you immediately, tail wagging furiously. He sniffed your hand, then began licking it enthusiastically.

You laughed, scratching behind his ears. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And your fur is so soft!”

The dog leaned into your touch, practically vibrating with joy.

James cleared his throat. “Yeah, he’s, uh, a good boy. Aren’t you, boy?”

“What are you going to do with him after he’s healed?” you asked, looking up at the boys.

The dog let out a whine, nudging your hand with his nose.

“Not sure yet,” Remus said tightly, glaring at the dog as if it had personally insulted him. “Probably just let him back out where we found him.”

You frowned, running your fingers through the dog’s fur. “That’s so sad. I’ll miss you so much, boy.”

The dog whined louder, pressing his head into your lap.

James stood abruptly. “Well, it’s getting late! You should probably head back to your dorm now.”

You blinked. “It’s six o’clock?”

“Yep, still, you’ve got a big day tomorrow,” James said, ushering you toward the door.

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” you laughed, giving the dog one last scratch behind the ears. “Bye, cutie!”

The dog barked, wagging his tail so hard it thumped against the bedpost.

The moment the door closed behind you, Remus rounded on the dog.

“Change back, now.”

With a shimmer of fur and a crack, Sirius Black stood in the middle of the room, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

“Did you hear her?” he asked, looking positively delighted. “She said I was the cutest!”

Peter groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

Remus scowled. “You’re insufferable.”

“I can’t help it,” Sirius said, throwing himself onto James’s bed dramatically. “I’ve got the charm—both human and canine.”

James rolled his eyes. “Just don’t get too comfortable, Pads. She’ll find out eventually.”

“And when she does,” Sirius said, grinning like a maniac, “she’ll already think I’m adorable.”

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A/N ~ just a short little blurb because I’m bored

[ynscrazylife]

seekers get stitches (poly!marauders x slytherin!seeker!reader)

In your opinion, the Marauders are arseholes. They were tolerable as first years, even as second years, but was they grew up, they only got more annoying as their pranks got bigger and bigger. It doesn’t help that they seem to hate all Slytherins, which is the house you belong to. You understand that yes, many of the students have given the house a bad name, but it’s not all of you! Yet somehow, you frequently ended up on the unfortunate end of many of their pranks.

Now, you’ve had the chance to stand up to them, being the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch Team this season. James is the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, giving the Marauders even more of a reason to dislike you. James and Sirius even go as far as to hang around during your team’s practice time, booing you or making jokes at your expense from the stands.

Well, it’s the semi-finals. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Whoever wins this will go up against Ravenclaw for this year’s Quidditch Cup. Everyone is talking about this game — Remus even put his book down to pay attention. Both teams’ chasers have been scouring points, but the crowd’s eyes are locked onto you and James. You can feel hundreds of stares lasered on your back as you race around the pitch. When you finally spot the golden blur of the snitch, you don’t think twice before racing towards it. James follows you and soon, you’re quite literally neck and neck.

“Just give up now, Y/LN! You’re not gonna catch it,” James yells over the wind.

His words vaguely register in your mind, but you don’t pay attention. Everything is riding on this. You’ll either return to the common room as your house’s hero to pat on the back or their villain to torment.

“What, no comeback?” James prods.

You grunt, stretching your hands out. The snitch’s wings flutter against your fingertips. You lean forward as far as possible, one shaky hand remaining on the broom, you’re so close.

But so is James. His hand joins yours. Curse his tall stature, you think. It’s just not fair!

You swear you’re about to have it in your hand when—a bludger beams your shoulder, knocking you sideways and directly into James. The snitch flies away as the both of you fall, tumbling straight towards the ground. Lights out.

//

When you open your eyes, you find the faces of a couple friends staring back down at you. They tell you that you’re in the hospital wing after a Quidditch accident, with a dislocated shoulder, a concussion, and a broken ankle. Madame Pomfrey used a spell to set your shoulder, but you still need to stay in bed and take potions for your injuries, requiring a longer stay here.

“Who caught the snitch?” You ask, the memories hazy.

“I did.”

You turn your head, only to see James Potter lying in the bed next to you. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are sitting by him and they wave. James’ nose, arm, and leg are all bandaged up.

“Caught it right before you knocked into me,” James elaborates.

Your stomach churns, realizing why only your friends are here and not your team. You lost the game for them, they must be disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, unsure of what you’re supposed to say to that.

“Don’t be, it’s the bludger’s fault. James is just being difficult,” Remus says, waving his hand. Out of the three of them, he’s definitely the nicest.

//

As the days go on, Sirius and Remus are there every day. Your friends aren’t. They visit a couple more times, then they stop. They’re busy, they have classes, you understand. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. Oftentimes, you end up accidentally listening to the Marauders’ conversations. James gives Sirius and Remus his plans for pranks, the other two update them on what’s going on around the castle.

They visit a lot.

One afternoon, you wake up from a nap to find them visiting again, though, and talking about you.

“Isn’t it weird that her friends barely visit her?”

“Haven’t seen her team around either. Thought Slytherins cared about their own.”

“Must suck for her.”

“Yeah.”

Your nap wasn’t particularly good, with the uncomfortable mattress and scratchy sheets. You open your eyes, frowning at the trio, in a bad mood. “You know, I don’t need your pity,” you say.

Three heads snap towards you, all looking like deer in headlights (you have no clue that for James, it’s truer than you think).

“It’s not - we’re not pitying you. It’s, uh, empathy,” Sirius rushes to cover them.

You roll your eyes. “Uh-huh,” you say, not believing him. You shake your head, tired of lying in this bed and being in pain and having the three of them sit next to you day after day after day. You decide you’re done here, your arm’s in a sling, your ankle’s almost 100% healed, it’s fine.

You throw the blanket aside, standing up, only to stumble. It’s not your ankle, it’s your head. Damn concussion.

“Woah, woah,” Remus says, both him and Sirius getting up to approach you. “You should sit back down.”

“I’m fine,” you say stubbornly, taking a couple more unbalanced steps only for Sirius to grasp at your arm.

“Come on, don’t make us tell Pomfrey on you, it’d really hurt my reputation,” Sirius says, smiling.

You snatch your arm away, anger flaring up. “Like I give a bloody hell about your reputation!” You exclaim.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” Sirius asks, putting his hands up.

“My problem? You guys are the ones who have a problem with me! You’re always asses to me, then you talk about me behind my back . . . I don’t even see why you care where I go or what I do. I’m a Slytherin, remember?” You say.

That quiets the Marauders. They’re not sure how to respond because, well, you’re right. Slytherins are easy to hate, so they hate them.

“Y/L/N, back in bed.”

Crap. It’s Pomfrey. You sigh and do what he says. The Marauders don’t say anything else.

//

After a couple more days, James is out of the hospital wing, managing to talk Pomfrey into releasing him. You’re still stuck there, as the concussion’s giving you trouble.

It’s lonely without their chatter. As much as they annoy you, you miss it. You miss them. Just a little bit. When they’re not hating on Slytherins, they’re . . . Nice. Fun.

It’s just your luck that they come around again, to visit you.

“Hey,” James says, Remus and Sirius behind you.

You huff. “Hi,” you say, making a tight line with your lips. What are they doing here? They don’t care.

“We wanted to see how you were doing and, uh, talk, if we can?” Remus says, politely smiling at you.

“If it’s more bullshit on pitying me—” you start.

“It’s not. We don’t like Slytherins, okay?” Sirius says, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to you. James and Remus follow.

You take a breath and stare, waiting for the explanation.

“A lot of them believe in all the Death Eater shit,” James says.

“But not all,” you point out.

James nods. “Not all. But we’re pranksters. We prank Slytherins because it’s easy. We also prank other houses but you’re right, we like to target Slytherins. There’s no reason for that other than that we can. It’s-it’s easy to not like them. To convince ourselves that they deserve it. For you, it was easy to . . . To not like you, either. Quidditch rivalry, right? But you have a point. We shouldn’t . . . We shouldn’t be so, ah, mean to all of them. The ones who aren’t into the Death Eater shit,” he explains.

You’re a bit surprised, a bit suspicious. Is this really the truth?

“Not so easy to convince yourself anymore, is it?” You ask.

“No, it’s not,” Sirius affirms.

“We brought cards,” Remus offers, taking a deck out of his pockets. “Figured you were pretty bored in here.”

“Prove it to me that you’re being honest, then I’ll think about playing cards with you,” you say, putting on a brave face. You have no clue that if they’ll actually do it or not.

But they agree to your terms. They start being real, not targeting random Slytherins. They stop being mean.

Eventually, you do agree to play cards with them. You’re almost out of the hospital wing, too. In fact, it’s your last night there, you’ve just beat them all in the game, when you decide to ask them why. What compelled them to come seek you out after James got out of the hospital wing, if not just feeling bad?

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asks, grinning. “We’ve all fallen for you, love.”

That sparks the start of something new for the four of you.

[atlasofearth]

finally finished writing up chapter 10 of astrologia and i would like to announce the first ship of 4? 5? idk HAS GOT TOGETHER!!! 😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏 i didn’t wanna detail any getting together that wasn’t jegulus bc i wanted to avoid repetition but this scene wrote itself idk

tune in guys… coming Soon

[deadchaoticcosmos]

trying to study in the libary was a.normal thing for regulus but what happens when he hears something he doesn't like and is furious but along the way accidentally spills a secret or two?

i actually posted the micro-fic i posted here on ao3 if anyone cares

@ducky-sav inspired all of this so thank you:)

[neverenoughmarauders]

You're not anti-muggle-born, you say?

'Good lesson,' Potter said, grinning widely.

'Potter, how'd you go and transfigure that match?' Macdonald asked, leaning across Remus.

'Magic,' Potter said simply, but Remus caught a quick look between the two black-haired boys that told him that he was missing some private joke.

'More importantly, you weren't really trying to transfigure Black's hand, were you?' Evans asked, looking disapprovingly over at the two, but unable to conceal some curiosity all the same.

'Not his hand,' Potter said, 'his nails. It'd be fun having sharp, metallic nails, wouldn't it?'

'Like claws,' Black agreed.

'But that's - that's - it's completely different,' Evans said, exasperatedly, 'human transfiguration is nothing like transfiguring objects! It could go really wrong.'

'How would you know?' a plain-looking girl with mousy hair sitting next to Macdonald asked, 'you're muggle-born, aren't you?'

'Evans might have opened a book before she came here,' Potter said, looking coolly at this girl.

'Or listened to professor McGonagall in class,' Remus suggested.

'Exactly,' Potter said. 'She might have used her ears. Who are you anyways?'

'Gemma Dawlish,' the girl said, 'and don't look at me like that. I am not anti-muggle-born if that's what you're thinking.'

'You are right,' Black agreed, 'that was precisely what we were thinking.'

'Good of you to clarify though,' Potter said, sarcastically.

'Like you're one to talk, Black,' the girl said, scornfully. 'Your whole family -'

'Oh, I see, you judge everyone based on their families,' Potter interrupted. 'How very equitable of you.'

'Ignore them, Gem,' the girl sitting across from Dawlish said.

'Do that, Gem-Gem,' Potter agreed.

[simp-for-fiction]

We don't talk enough about the strength it takes to pretend you're okay the morning after you've read a gut wrenching fic/ book the night before.

[obsidian33]

The Last Song of the Brightest Star: The Rise of the Dark Lord

Chapter 3: The Sorting Ceremony

As they lined up in front of the Great Hall, Sirius couldn't help but notice the awe and wonder on the faces of some of the students as they looked up at the enchanted ceiling above them. He guessed that most of them were Muggle-borns, experiencing their first glimpse of magic. He thought about what his mother would have said if she were standing next to him in that line.

Filthy mudbloods and—

"Black, Sirius."

For a brief moment, Sirius froze. He hadn't even realised they had started calling out names. Slowly making his way up to the podium, Sirius could feel Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's steady gaze upon him. He gave the elderly man a weak smile, which was returned with warmth and kindness.

Placing the tattered hat upon his head, Sirius heard a voice enter his mind. "Sirius Black." He didn't feel the need to respond and was now more confused than ever about what this sorting process entailed. Was it a game? A test?

"Hmm, quite different from the noble family you were born into. Could it be..."

"Not Slytherin," Sirius silently pleaded in his mind.

"Are you absolutely certain, boy?" The stern voice of the Sorting Hat echoed in Sirius' mind. "Your great-grandfather, Phineas Nigellus Black, was one of the only Slytherin headmasters the school has ever had. It would be quite a deparecogrture for a Black to not be sorted into that house."

Sirius hesitated, his eyes flickering to James for a moment before firmly stating, "Not Slytherin."

"On the other hand, I see plenty of courage and determination. Fierce loyalty as well, I see. Very well, very well," the Sorting Hat continued. "GRYFFINDOR!"

The crowd erupted from the red and gold table on his left, and Sirius exhaled a sigh of relief. He got up to run to take his seat when he heard a shout, “Wait for me!” and saw that it was James. Sirius gave a quick wink and continued towards his seat. As he sat at the Gryffindor table, seated opposite the Slytherins, he saw Narcissa Black, his cousin, go pale white, and he couldn’t help but smirk a little bit.

You shall stay with our lot. Is that clear?

In a way, he did follow his mother’s instructions. He was staying with his lot.