#Marauders fancasts

[rxsilabeth--er]

oooffffffffffff that reminded me of this post

"i should be tied up with a vibrator on my clit, getting soooo overstimulated from cumming over and over and just waiting for daddy (let it be mommy) to get home from work so he can finally turn off the vibe and stretch open my soaked pussy instead <3"

Like why is that such a slutty thing that Reg would definitely write in his diary and you would read it????

Only if it's okay with you, of course! I'm just a sucker for your writing!

OH MY GAH! I LOVE THIS~ You seriously ate..

I'm just imagining you with Regulus in a submissive head-space who proudly shows off his diary and his works written in and you read them, until you say you actually want to try and he gets all shy and goes,

"No-no, no, mommy I didn't mea-mean it literally! I don-don't even think I can sta-stay like that!" he would whine but not even stop you if you pulled him in and just put a bullet vibrator to his clit and left him there as you turned on some movie, refusing to give him ANY attention as he simply cries, whining and trying to get you to do something.

Until he simply cums, but he doesn't like to cum because you're not paying attention to him, praising him, kissing him or even guiding him no matter how experienced he may be, he enjoyed it when you guided his hips..

Crying he was refusing to let his body cum, but not like he could keep it longer, his cunt gushing over your thigh as he crawled on your thigh, trying to get your attention as you simply waved him, as he came again..

You definitely did not pay attention for the entirety of his orgasms, of-course he would never dare to disobey your words and take off the vibrator, unless it was you who did it.

Until you finished your movie and even a season of your favourite show, did you finally pay attention to him, completely spent, his cunt going numb, as you softly removed the vibrator and shoved your fingers in or you cock, your choice, it's being greedy and so sopping wet. Or you'll just let him ride your thigh and finally pay attention, kissing him while he rode you or your thigh..

At this point, the sofa was soaked and his juice dripping down the leather onto the floor as he cried in your neck, his cunt was hurting but the pleasure was not stopping either..fuck he fucking loved you and loved being fucked by you..

[regulus-smith]

Help me my therapist knows I write marauders fanfiction she just immediately clocked it what do I do now

[wafflinglumos]

“Oh oh Andrew Garfield is the perfect Remus fancast” “No, no! It’s Matt Hitt”

WRONG it’s David Thewlis.

Young David Thewlis, David Thewlis when he played Remus, David Thewlis NOW, I do not care David Thewlis truly encapsulates Remus Lupin but no one’s prepared for that conversation.

[fae-whispers]

someone!! please!! terrence manchester as regulus black!!

[thisisatotallysiriusblog24]

marlene what are you doing here????????

[4remus]

it’s the year of 2023 and we’re talking about harry potter reboot JUST LET THAT POOR WIZARD REST. aside from it ruining millions of people’s childhood core memories it will never be good…..and we don’t want to give that ginger hag more money

and i better not hear people say “they should do a marauders show instead” ABSOLUTELY NOT. imagine me walking in public saying yeah i’m a marauders fan and people’s first thought being oh that new hp subshow…..horrific. plus the marauders fandom build its entire base to absolute perfection it does not need to be ruined by what will be a garbage of a show.

[iloveolivegarden]

Okay but like Lisa Kudrow as a genderbent Remus fancast

[jj-5656]

The Good, The Bad, & The Chocolate  With; James Potter (ATJ)

A/N: Hello again! Another James imagine. This man has a chokehold on me, and I’m not mad about it. This doesn’t end on a cliffhanger, but I’m thinking of making another part to it. We’ll see. Enjoy!

TW: Descriptions of period pain, suggestive humor (Not really proofread yet)

Summary: James goes looking for his good luck charm, and finds her day isn’t going nearly as well as his. 

      James Potter believes he is having one of the grandest days in his life. For no particular reason. In fact, it’s a collection of minuit happenings that has him so cheeky. 

Theres a bold, crimson ‘A’ stamped onto his configurations assignment, one most of his classmates hadn’t done nearly as well on. His favorite breakfast was featured in the grand hall this morning. And he’s got some of the best friends a Hogwarts student could ask for. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and classes have just let out. Leaving the entirety of the afternoon and evening to soak in the beautiful spring weather. Quidditch season. 

Speaking of, the renowned chaser was Gryffindor’s leading man in their win yesterday. Yet another reason to bounce along the bright halls. 

**********

“You, darling, are most definitely my good luck charm.” You roll your eyes, fondness full in your features as you let James play with the red and gold ribbons braided into your hair. Marlene insisted on the new hairstyle, spending most of the morning pulling your strands into refined weaving. You feel pretty, and James can tell. He absolutely adores it. 

“I believe it’s a game of skill, and not luck, Potter.” His eyes narrow at your opposition, the moon to his sun, he regards it. He strokes your cheek, swiping the pessimism away. 

“I’d beg to differ. I play better when I know you’re in the stands.” The prick says it not only because it’s true, but because he knows it’ll make you blush. 

“Oi, Potter! Are we playing quidditch or flirting with our girlfriends?” James waves off one of his teammates from the sidelines, pressing a kiss to your lips in a steadfast farewell. 

“Stay by the boys, yeah? You look too pretty for me not being around.” There’s a peck on your cheek, but you barely register it, absolutely flustered. James straightens his padded shoulders as he walks away, most definitely aware of his effect on you. Bastard.

**********

It’s a quick walk to the girl’s dormitory, James humming all the way. He catches Marlene’s attention as she exits your shared room. 

“Marl’s, let me in?” 

“Miss her already, Prongs?” 

“It’s an obsession, I know.” He smiles from ear to ear, and your best friend does all she can not to gag. She looks to him, the door, and him again. Seeming unsure. James frowns. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Just not...Entirely sure she’s up for visitors.” He quirks his head, concern written all over his face. Marlene waves her wand anyway, granting permission to the charm that blocks boys from entering the girls’ corridor. He mumbles a distracted ‘thanks’ before going inside. 

You believe you’re having one of the worst days of your life. For no particular reason. In fact, it’s a collection of minuit happenings that has you so miserable.

There’s an incessant, stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. And a dull throbbing at the back of your head that’s lasted all day. You’ve been bleeding heavier than usual, and it’s already costed you a 5am trip to the laundry. A stack of assignments taunts you from the desk across the room, but you haven’t managed to get out of bed since you’ve applied the new sheets. Your heating pad broke last night, and left you groaning in pain and sleepless. On top of it all, you feel awfully deprecating. A common symptom of your menstruation. 

“Dove, where are you?” James sounds scared, Marlene must have warned him. You’d just managed to wave your doting friend off, seeking to wallow by yourself. There’s a short knock at your door before he lets himself in, not waiting for permission out of anxiousness. When his eyes find you, safe in bed, a wave of relief consumes him. 

“Hello, lovely. Where you been all day?” James only has transfigurations and astronomy with you, and they don’t fall on Wednesdays, and therefore is unaware you’ve skipped today’s classes. This period has been especially harsh, so you’ve allowed yourself a day of rest, after your roommate’s stern insistence. 

“Here.” It comes out froggy, croaked with lack of use besides soft whimpers of pain. James crawls on top your bed, brows furrowed with innocent confusion. He looks so pretty, all the time. Even when he shouldn’t, bruised and filthy after a game, a grueling practice, or even when he’s sick. James Potter always looks effortlessly gorgeous, envy consumes you. 

“Everything alright? Are you not feeling well?” He lets some of his weight rest on top of you, craving affection. Regretting it immediately when you suck your teeth and push against his broad shoulders. He practically reels back, horrified he’s harmed you. 

“Just cramps, I’m fine.” He pouts, and you fight the urge to kiss him despite your misery. 

“You’re not fine.” He asserts, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. The rest of it is still in braids from yesterday, loosened and a tad frizzy. You still look beautiful as ever. He’s guilty at the thought, reminded of your discomfort when a sudden wince crosses your face. “Shark week, then. No fun at all.” You look about ready to kill him, half-heartedly rubbing away the apologetic kisses he presses across your face. 

“I’m sorry, lovely. Not funny, I know.” 

“You’re a meanie.” 

“Am not!” The corners of his hazel eyes crinkle at the banter, pressing another kiss to your neck because he can’t help himself. “Have you eaten today?” It’s incredulous, already unbelieving. You turn away from him, huffing a sigh. 

“Y/n.” It feels odd to have your name on his lips, usually substituted for an array of other endearments. You only silently shake your head in answer, having been nauseated most of the day. 

“Haven’t been hungry, honest.” James knows you become particularly self conscious on your period, though you’ve never outwardly admitted it. 

“Well you have to eat, darling. Your body needs it, especially this week.” You grumble, fairly irritated. “Maybe I can grab something easy from the hall. Soup, maybe. Or some of that pasta you love-”

“I’m not hungry James, I want to be left alone.” It’s harsh, laced with an uncharacteristic venom. All the light leaves your boyfriends face, and you swear you feel your heart break in two. 

“Oh, alright. I’m sorry, darling. I’ll come back later to check on you, then.” He backs off your mattress, trying not to look as defeated as he feels. He barely makes it three steps toward the door before tears are streaming down your face. 

“No, James. Please, don’t leave. I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracks, wracked with pitiful sniffles you can’t control. He’s back on you in seconds, vehemently relived yet concerned. 

“Dove, it’s alright. I know you meant no harm. You’re in pain, it’s okay.” He pulls you into his lap, entirely unsure of how to handle this sudden mood change. 

“Stop being so nice. I was just so rude to you and all you’re doing is trying to help.” You wipe at your eyes with his sweater you’re wearing to no use, the warm tears keep falling. He shushes you, rubbing circles into your back because it usually helps. Honestly, he’s having difficulty navigating all of this. The same hand goes under your (his) sweater, aiming for your lower stomach in hopes the warmth will ease the pain. You jolt, unexpecting of the contact on your bare skin. 

“Hey, hey. What’s up with the jumpscare?” Admittedly, the heat from his calloused hand feels great. So you allow it despite the stream of judgemental thoughts rush through you. 

You shake your head. “I’m just sorry. I feel crazy.” 

“Stop that, lovely. I know you’re not crazy, don’t be mean. Crazy about me, maybe. I’d understand that.” You whine at his teasing, pushing your face into the conjunction of his neck and shoulder. 

“Stop teasing, I’m vulnerable.” 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He sounds less than sincere, you can feel the prick grinning as he speaks against the shell of your ear. You heat even more, groaning. There’s a few beats of silence, and he can’t help but feel like you’re holding off on him.

“What’s on your mind?” You cringe, hoping he wouldn’t have read into the quiet.

“I haven’t been able to bring myself to do any of my assignments. And Sirius is throwing a party Friday night and I promised I’d help. It’s supposed to be fun, too. There’s your game Saturday, then HogsMeade Sunday. I have to get it all done in the next two days or else I’ll have no time.” He pulls the hands apart that are picking at your nails, an anxious habit of yours he’s been trying to break. 

“We’ll get them done, lovely. I can help.” You hiccup into his shirt, overwhelmed with the kindness of his heart. He pulls his arm tighter around you. There’s quiet again, and James finally stops biting his tongue.

“Have I told you you’re beautiful yet?” You pull your head back, facing him with fond confusion. Potter has a tendency to read people, especially you. An annoying tendency, really. You bite anyway. 

“You always do.” You run a hand through his hair, biting back a tired smile when he hums with eyes closed in content. You’re trying to distract him. 

“But do I say it enough,” he licks his lips, hesitant. “Do you believe it? Because I’d hate to have you being mean to my girlfriend, I’m quite fond of her.”

“James.” It’s a warning

 “I mean, you should see her. She’s got these beautiful eyes, the longest lashes-”

“James.” It’s a plead. 

“Her hair too. Looks effortlessly perfect, you know? I quite like her lips as well. And Merlin, that body is just to die for-”

“James Potter!” You strike his chest, both all smiles as he clutches your wrist. Bringing your knuckles to his lips in half-hearted apology. “You’re impossible.” 

“I’m lucky. I’ve got the prettiest girl at Hogwarts wrapped around my finger.” It earns him another smack, and he’s not even sorry. You’re attacked with sloppy kisses, yelping the entire time. James is on cloud nine, more than happy to keep kissing you if it means he’ll keep hearing that laugh. He only stops when something short of a whine passes your lips, another shooting pain pulling your brows together. Potter looks like he’s genuinely experiencing it with you, snaking his hand just below the waistband of your joggers. Scrunching his nose in satisfaction when you hum. 

“Better?” You only nod, pressing your smaller hand over his. You tilt your head up to kiss him, emanating all the gratitude you can’t seem to find words to express into it. James can’t help but grin as his free hand goes to hold your jaw in place, gladly accepting any affections you’ll grant him. He pulls away for only a moment, lips puffy as he  sits back on his knees and bends at the waist. Coming to face the lower part of your abdomen. “You leave her be, you hear?” It’s so ridiculous and endearing you can only giggle and pull him up to kiss you again. 

There’s a soft knock at the door, and a growl sounds from the back of Potter’s throat. Wanting to curse out whoever’s audacious enough to pull your attention away from him. “Ignore it and they’ll go away.” He fights against the hands that press against his chest, unwilling to share. 

“Y/n, darling. I thought you’d like some chocolates. You weren’t in potions today and Mary said you’d skipped.” James groans even louder, face falling into your neck in defeat. Another, much less gentle voice rings out from behind the door. 

“We know you’re in there too, Prongs. You two decent? Cover the appendages, we’re coming in!” Sirius bursts through, pushing past the taller, sandy-haired boy in the doorway and making a bee-line to you. James is practically fuming when he’s shoved off of you.

“You leave my best girl be, you dog. She’s not feeling well and you’re attempting to defile her!” You’re beaming at the sight of them, watching as Remus waves a container of soup and a bag of his chocolates to you before setting them on your dresser. 

“Fuck off, Pads. You’re the dog, literally.” James crosses his arms, pouting like a child now that he’s sharing the spotlight. Corners of his lips upturning when your laugh sounds at his wit. 

“How’d you know I wasn’t feeling well?” Sirius stokes your hair, having a glaring match with your boyfriend as Remus cocks his head. 

“Well it’s cramps, isn’t it?” He steals one of your chocolates, swallowing before he elaborates. “Its on my calendar.” James whips his head toward him at that.

“You have my girlfriends period marked on your calendar?” 

“You don’t?” Remus looks to you with a ‘he’s hopeless’ not noticing your own shock.

“Is that what those red hearts are scattered around each month?” Moony shakes his head, rolling his eyes as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Y/n’s the green hearts, Prongs. Keep up. The rest of the girls are the other colors. Seriously, you two need to start paying more attention.” He can only shake his head at the boys, tossing you a foil-wrapped sweet. 

“I think I’m the most spoiled girl in school.” The pair offers you a cheeky smile at this, and James only reciprocates when you nudge him with a socked foot. Craving individual acknowledgment.

“We’ll leave you to it, then. Y/n, rest up. Party’s on Friday, we’re getting wasted on behalf of all women.” Sirius presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “keep your hands off, Prongs.” The raven haired boy sticks his tongue out and avoids the chasers swinging arm with ease. 

“Feel better, love. And eat, please. Not just the candy.” Remus points a stern finger in your direction, ruffling James’ hair on his way out. 

“They’re insufferable.” 

“They’re sweet.” 

“I’m sweet, they’re menaces.” James reaches for the chocolate in your grasp, feigning offense when you clutch it to your chest. 

“When your uterus is attacking you, you can have some candy.” 

“I happen to know that uterus very well, and she thinks it should be shared.”

“James!”

[catcheroflies]

my marauders fancast so far

[siriuslynettey]

MASTERLIST

Books

Platinum

Blurbs

Sirius Comforting Remus After A Bad Full Moon

Two Boys, One Scarf

Mischief and Mumbles

Sirius asks Lily to come to the boys’ dormitory to give him advice about a dream he had

[morganablack]

I have a wolfstar and jegulus AU idea so hear me out

One day Sirius and Regulus get into this huge fight at Hogwards and it goes like “You aren’t my brother anymore, I hate you” etc

And Regulus gets so mad he finds a time turner to go back in time to make Sirius a slytherin so they can be brothers

Anyway I need to work more on the introduction, but here comes the angst

Regulus manages to make Sirius a slytherin so he goes back to his timeline only tho find that Sirius became a bully, a villain, wearing the dark mark proudly and basically torturing students left and right

James tries to stand up to him, but Sirius humiliates him (cut horrified Regulus because he just can’t see a world where Sirius and James aren’t best friends)

Remus is a ravenclaw and struggles alone with his lycanthropy, being bullied by Sirius, with no friends whatsoever ( cut scene where Regulus find Remus in the astronomy tower after Sirius threw a horrible prank on him, only for Remus to be sobbing about how alone and tired he was

“I’m so tired, Black, I have no one! Do you know how it’s like all your life being afraid that someone will find out about your secret and you will be put down like a dog? DO YOU?! I’M NOT BRAVE BLACK, I NEVER HAVE BEEN BRAVE A DAY IN MY LIFE!” Remus sobbed, hugging himself like he would break apart at any second.

Maybe he was already broken.

Silent tears streamed down Regulus’ cheeks.

He took away Remus’ star, leaving him alone in darkness. )

You get the idea anyway

And the jegulus part comes with Regulus trying to convince James to help him because he lost the time turner and he needs to go back in time to fix what he’s done

Feel free to add any suggestions, this is literally the raw scenario that I came up with

[rxsilabeth--er]

the perfect duo FRR ‼️‼️ would love to see his eyes tear up as he begs for a release, cause, come on, he's been such a good girl for you. his hips stutter a lot, trying to pull away so he can just shut his thighs and calm down from the stimulation but you're bringing him to a point where he can see the constellation he belongs to with all the stars you're making him see. -🎸 anon (i'm completely feral for my pretty boy.)

(AHHHHH!!! genderfluid? Regulus? don't know, but usage of good girl for him.)

Regulus shoved his face deeper into the pillow as his hips stuttered but you simply pushed him down, pulling your lips away from his clit taking away all pleasure in a matter of seconds,

"N-no! ngh~....Please, I'm so-sorry, I'l-I'll behave..that's...hah..that's what you want right?! Pleaseee!" he whined, softly kicking his legs out as you simply scoffed, rolling your eyes as you smirked, pushing him down and softly rubbing his lower stomach, your finger softly entering his cunt again as Regulus audibly sighed out of relief loudly,

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! Ah...fuck.." he whispered out as you rubbed his lower stomach, softly moving the finger in and out, "You better behave if you wanna cum." you said simply as he simply nodded, his eyes filling with tears of frustration and became glassy and foggy as he clung to your arm.

Softly you entered the second finger and began moving them roughly inside him, folding them to rub against his spot roughly, you other hand on his chest as you pushed him down, taking his thighs and kissing them as you placed them on your shoulders.

Kiss after kiss, slowly going to his upper and inner thighs before kissing his clit softly as you removed your fingers, making him whine loudly as he threw his head back, crying softly,

"Pleasee! I've...I've been...been good, haven't I?...I..please, I wanna cum!" he whined softly shaking his head as you gently stroked his head before shoving it down sighing,

"Fine, my poor baby. Can't cum? I'm not giving you enough, haven't I? Okay..shh.." you softly stroked his lip with your thumb before he took it in his mouth softly sucking as you mockingly but still genuinely smiled at him.

"Come on, pretty baby, you've been whining like a little girl all this time...shh, be quiet." you said softly before taking your wet thumb out his mouth, your hand completely wet by his drool, tears, juices and previous cum..poor baby.. :(

Softly you shoved your one finger before another before plunging them as deeply as possible, curling them and touching and softly pressing his soft spot. Your other hand stroking his thigh and your lips sucking on his clit as he whined loudly, tears spilling down his red cheeks like a little baby...your free hand snaked from his thigh to his lower stomach pressing down gently and rubbing it as suddenly his noises went a octave higher,

"pleasepleaseplease! I'll be a good boy...Even a good girl! please, iwannacum!" he cried loudly as you smirked, "Oh?", before the smirk dropped as he covered his face with his hands as you harshly slapped his thigh, "Hands off." a command simply made him lose control of his body as both his hands simply held the mattress in his hands tightly, knuckles turning white, "Please...your hand...on...mystomach!! No...." he whined more high-pitched as you grinned and placed it back to press down and rubbing his lower stomach, pretty boy already on edge to cum.

Softly you shoved your fingers again in his mouth, making him clean them before you softly pressed them inside his cunt again, plunging them deeper and deeper, touching places he did not even imagine you could...

Stars appearing in his eyes, even his own constellation as his hips stuttered just as your teeth softly grazed his clit before harshly sucking when suddenly all came crashing down on him...

As he let out a sigh of relief, pulling you up to kiss you as you pushed back his hair with a dry hand, your face dripped with his juices as you wiped your face and shoved your wet fingers in his mouth, making sure he cleaned them well. A smirk dancing on your lips,

"Good girl."

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[regulus-smith]

The Marauders era as conversations I've had with my friends

Barty: *sends tiktok that has Blood//Water playing in the background*

Evan: WELL NEVER GET FREE

Evan: LAND TO THE SLAUGHTER

Marlene: that song is ass

Evan: GOOD!

Marlene: and it's lamb, not land.

Evan: what.

Marlene: yep

Evan: how.

Evan: I've been lied to.

[wordssricochet]

"you're my best friend" 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 "you're the sirius to my james"

[fae-whispers]

hear me out

reneé rapp as marlene mckinnon

[strwbi-laces]

NEW YOUNG BELLA FANCAST !!!!

Dana Foote from Sir Chloe

The vibes, the looks, the songs, all of it fits her so well