#Mauraders

[moriartyyoushouldseemeinacrown]

it's true as anyone who's read crimson rivers will know I'm sorry it's just fact

"James Potter has a knife kink." I say into the microphone. the crowd boos. I sigh and begin to walk off stage.

"She's right" a voice says, I turn and there he is. Regulus Black.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: *Points to Sirius* I hate you.

Regulus: *Points to Peter* I hate you.

Regulus: *Points to his James* I definitely hate you.

Regulus: *Points to Remus* You're cool.

Evan: Reg stop it

Barty: Yeah, don’t worry he only meant two of those

[mezsygfs]

when it comes to the term "sex," Sirius would be the type of person to do anything in his power to use a different term. "canoodle" "tango" "dancing with the devil" ANYTHING but the actual term for it.

[spacegoblin2106]

Sirius Black being the dramatic little shit that he is and pouting at any slight inconvenience.

Remus Lupin taking the chance to peck his boyfriend on the lips every. single. time.

Sirius being unable to fight off a smile and forgetting whatever it was that was annoying him.

[kenjikishimotoswifey]

100000000000000000% AGREED WITH EVERY WORD.

my personal headcanon is that regulus was way more dramatic than sirius, he was just more controlled in public. but he had the capability of making way more dramatic and ridiculous choices in private than sirius could have ever dreamed of.

[love-fictional-ppl]

5 (smut)with remus lupin

AHHHHH DADDY REMMY

Don’t Make a Sound!

Summary: Remus gets a call from his best friend while you’re having sex and tells you to keep going.

Pairings: Dom!Remus Lupin x fem!reader ft. Sirius Black

Warnings: modern au!, language, smut, praise and degradation , use of the word ‘Daddy’, hairpulling, stomach bulge, size kink, face fucking, facials, etc.

Prompts: 5.) *Character A gets a phone call while having sex* “you gotta be good, okay?”

Today was Remus’ day off from work and he enjoyed it the best way he knew how, the two of you spent the majority of the day lounging around without a care in the world.

You couldn’t remember whose idea it was but eventually the two of you wound up on the couch with you bouncing up and down on his cock. Remus did most the work, lifting you by your hips, he would occasionally fuck up into you meeting the set pace. You babbled nonsense drunk on the feeling of him inside of you.

Remus sucked on your exposed nipples while continuing to fuck you on his dick. You let out quiet moans, enjoying the sensual moment with your boyfriend.

“You’re so beautiful,” Remus compliments from underneath you. “Could stay like this forever.”

You grabbed Remus by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a steamy kiss. As you rode the dorky brunette, you could feel the slick dripping down and pooling on the couch and Remus’ lap.

“Mmmgh- I love you, daddy,” you moaned out — eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Aww, I love you too, sweet girl.”

Remus moved his hands from your waist to your ass cheeks. Remus would occasionally land a light smack to your ass. Remus grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you in for a slobbery kiss. When he was done he lifted you up so he could fuck up into you at an angle that had you seeing stars.

You let out a fucked out laugh while also choking on your moans. Suddenly Remus stops, and you quickly realize why; Remus’ phone is ringing. And it’s the annoying ‘who let the dogs out’ ringtone Sirius had set for himself. The lycanthrope raised his index finger to his lips in a shushing expression and grabbed his phone.

“You got to be a good girl for me, okay?” You nodded your head enthusiastically.

Remus accepted the call and pressed his phone to his ear. “Hey, mate,” he spoke into the device. You could hear the faint sound of Sirius rambling ecstatically.

You slowly grind yourself against Remus, you see him visibly restraining a groan. You smile at the effect you have on him. Remus had zoned out of his conversation, which Sirius picked up on because he asked, “You good?”

Remus glared at you, “yeah I’m good, man. I’m just trying to do something right now.” Sirius continued his rambling unsuspectingly.

You hid your face in Remus’ neck to prevent yourself from making noise. Every now and then Remus would respond when appropriate, stumbling over his words.

Remus eventually decided he had enough of your teasing and ended his conversation with Sirius.

“Alright, I gotta let you go. I’ll talk to you sometime later, okay?” Remus spoke into the speaker. The two men said their goodbyes and Remus tossed his phone to the floor

Before you knew what had happened Remus flipped you on all fours. He pushed his hand into your lower back to force you into an arch, Remus then grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head back.

“You think that was cute?” Remus asks harshly. “Fucking whore.”

You moan, harsh words and pain going to straight to your pussy. You clench around Remus’ cock, feeling how much deeper he was at this angle, you could feel him in your stomach. Remus slammed into you at an impossible pace, your eyes rolled into your head — Remus fucking you dumb.

Fucked into oblivion, you pleaded to Remus, “Please! Please- I’m sorry! Daddy!”

Remus pulled your hips back to meet him in his thrusts. Remus groaned feeling how tight you clenched around him, sucking him in with a vice like grip. The brunette continuously hit your sweet spot, making you twitch.

Remus threw his head back and chuckled, “f-fuck, you feel so good around me, sweetheart.”

Remus lifted you so back was pressed against his chest, both of you on your knees. Remus grabbed you by the hair to force your head to look down, down at the bulge of his cock is your lower stomach.

“Fuck, you see me in your tummy?” Remus spoke in a raspy voice.

You could feel Remus twitch inside of you, enjoying the sight. Remus knocked the wind out of you with the force of his thrusts — bullying your poor sweet spot. You felt your stomach tighten, the familiar sensation of an orgasm approaching.

“Remmy! Please I need to cum!” You begged for release.

Remus looked down at you displeased, “that’s not my name. What’s my name, slut?”

“Daddy! Please, daddy!” You were begging pathetically, “I wanna cum!”

“Much better,” Remus praised.

The brunette looped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up, fucking into you at an even more intense pace than before. Your head fell back on Remus’ shoulder and you came with a cry. You continuously thanked your boyfriend through your orgasm.

Remus slowed his thrusts and eventually came to a halt as you came down from your high. Remus pulled out and laid you on your back before straddling your chest.

“I didn’t cum yet,” Remus states looking down at you. “Open wide, love.”

You opened your mouth expectingly, Remus wasted no time in working his cock in between your lips. You placed your hands on Remus’ waist, needing to hold onto something. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling aroused from the desperation of the man.

Remus held a hand in your hair and bucked his hips into your face wildly, he used his free hand to attempt to hide the moans and groans he let escape his lips. You hallowed your cheeks to add to the pleasure and massaged the underside of his shaft with your tongue, tracing the prominent vein that ran up to his tip.

It didn’t take too much longer for Remus to blow his load, he pulled out and you stuck your tongue out for him. Spurts of cum landed on your tongue, cheek, nose, and forehead. A full blown facial. Remus stood up, allowing you to lift yourself up, he disappeared to the kitchen and grabbed a wet rag to wipe your face.

But, little did either of you know, Sirius never hung up and was listening to the entire thing. Sitting in his room he imagined fucking your tight cunt whilst fucking his fist. After cumming in his hand, he hung up as he should have done in the first place. Now Sirius had to live with the guilt of jacking off to his best friend fucking his girlfriend.

A/N: sorry ending was a little rushed. This has been in my drafts for a minute now but I finally finished it!! If anybody would like to be added to a taglist for Remus, or any HP character lmk! Not proofread.

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: star 05/11/12 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 464

"I don't get it," Evan said, looking at the piece of parchment Barty had handed him. He had read it three times, and all Barty did was stare expectantly.

"It's my divination work. We're doing star readings," Barty explained at last. He took the paper back and pointed at a diagram of different stars labelled with different times and dates.

"This one here" he pointed at a constellation label 01/09/72 12:34 "is when I met you" he grinned widely, digging in his pocket and slotting a green apple lollipop in his mouth. He spoke around the sweet as he continued to explain.

"See because... I don't know if some air and fire sign was aligned with mercury when we met. That means we're actually soul mates, " he laughed, taking the lollipop out his mouth and offering it to Evan. Evan took it and tucked it safely between his lips, raising an eyebrow at Barty's explanation.

"S'a good job, I already knew that," Evan joked, frowning as Barty continued to drone on about divination, not even acknowledging the hilarious joke he had made.

Barty had taken all 12 OWLS and seemed to enjoy every subject equally and was physically unable to shut up about every assignment and tidbit of information he learnt. Evan wouldn't have been shocked if he could pass all 12 just from having to share a room with Barty.

After far too long of listening to how the universe allegedly was certain that he and his boyfriend were meant to be, something he had to listen to a slightly different explanation of everytime Barty came back from divination, Evan had grown slightly bored. It wasn't that he didn't love Barty - he loved him to bits and peices, and he did love watching Barty talk about things he found interesting and how he was not so subtly showing his love for Evan even if it was in an odd way. But you can only listen to your boyfriend say mercury is in the microwave, and that makes us soul mates so many times before it feels like overkill.

"Bee..." Evan said, taking the near gone lollipop from his mouth to speak "Bee" he repeated himself after Barty didn't listen. "For fucks sake.." Evan grumbled under his breath, leaning foreward and pressing a short kiss onto Barty’s lips.

"I love you, but please, can we talk about anything but divination?" Evan half pleaded, trying to come off light and joking.

Barty took the lollipop back and nodded, biting down on the remains of the candy and thinking for a moment before tossing the marked work aside and grinning madly - his teeth stained slightly green.

"Did I tell you I read this book on necromancy..." Barty began, and Evan was content to just listen.

[loonyloopylupin96]

Next time you think your Christmas is bad, it'll never be as bad as Remus' last Christmas at Hogwarts!

[beataylorsversion]

jegulus may not be real

but the tears i cried for them definitely are

[wolfstargazer]

5th November - The Three Broomsticks - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 498

It had been Sirius that had pushed it but now as he, James and Peter sat unobserved at the back of The Three Broomsticks, watching as Remus, flushed from the cold outside and the heat of the fire, waited for his date to arrive, Sirius felt a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was having difficulty ignoring.

"Budge up, Padfoot," Peter complained, straining to see over the heads of their classmates crowded around other tables and obscuring his view. "I can't see!"

"There's nothing to see," Sirius snapped, surprised at his own surliness.

"I wouldn't be so sure," James said as he nodded discreetly in the direction of the door.

A petite, fourth-year Hufflepuff girl with her hair in a plait entered, looking around nervously before her eyes alighted on Remus sitting by the fire. She gave a shy smile.

It was the same smile Sirius had seen every time she had watched Remus enter the History of Magic classroom, unnoticed by Remus who had a habit of not quite meeting anyone's eye apart from the Marauders.

Remus had been very perplexed when Sirius, feeling devilish one afternoon, had pointed it out.

"She's looking over again," Sirius had whispered as Professor Binns had floated languidly past.

"Who?" Remus asked.

Sirius had nodded slightly in her direction, and Remus had looked over. The girl went pink and hurriedly turned away, asking a question of the girl beside her.

"I think you'll find she was looking at you," Remus replied.

Sirius sighed. Sometimes, Remus' modesty could be intensely irritating.

Sirius hadn't let it drop. All Remus needed was a little push. So Sirius had found invisible ways to throw them more together. He'd even roped James into his schemes. And it had worked. Finally, about two weeks ago, the girl had plucked up the courage to ask Remus if he'd like to meet her in the Three Broomsticks on their next visit to Hogsmeade.

To all of the Marauders' surprise, Remus had agreed.

Sirius was pleased for his friend, he told himself. He watched Remus stand on instinct as the girl approached, polite and a little old fashioned.

James gave a snort.

"Shut up," Sirius hushed, bad tempered, as he watched them both sit down. Remus must have said something that set her at ease because she gave a coy laugh and took off her scarf. Their heads were close together as they talked.

"I'm bored of this," Sirius suddenly announced, downing the remnants of his Butterbeer.

"This was your bright idea!" James retorted, but standing and pulling on his coat. "What if Moony needs our assistance? What if he needs to escape?"

Sirius stole a glance over to where the pair were talking. Remus was smiling a little, that smile that started in his eyes before it spread across his face. Sirius knew that smile.

"He seems fine," Sirius replied shortly, a pang of something he didn't really want to pay attention to increasing the more he looked. "Let's go."

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

THANK YOU I FUCKING AGREE SO FUCKING MUCH DJFHANAJHDHSJA

saw a marauders post and it was like "is stupid acts stupid" (james) "is stupid acts smart" (sirius) and then the other two were the other two options (i think its obv who was who 😍) and i have never actual thought the words Wow I Think You Shouldn't Be Posting Things.v Like Ever. in my life (lie) but uhhh . anyway i hate marauders fans !!! fuck you sirius is a genius & fuck you james is a genius !!!

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: was i really that drunk?

Remus: the police were called because you were so loud and when they asked you for your name, you motioned to your face and said 'google it, bitch.'

[logicalnonsense-smiley]

[mezsygfs]

artists, please draw me sunkiller fanart. "its not gunna get much attention" I will give it attention. "I don't even like sunkiller" but I love sunkiller. PLEASE OKAY. Italian barty with the green highlights and Latino James I need it desperately

[uhhlifeig]

Three Broomsticks - Nov. 5 - word count: 350 - @wolfstarmicrofic

At a small table near the back of the Three Broomsticks, Sirius Black was loudly recounting an exaggerated story to his friends, hands waving wildly.

"So there I was,” Sirius announced, “surrounded by five- no, seven Dementors, and all I had was a chocolate frog wrapper and my charmingly good looks."

Remus snorted, taking a sip of his butterbeer. “Funny, I recall you having both your wand and your full strength. And it was one Dementor.”

Sirius waved a dismissive hand. “Details, details. A good storyteller knows how to embellish.”

Meanwhile, across from them, James was whispering something to Regulus, who rolled his eyes but seemed unable to hide a small smile. The deer animagus leaned closer, nudging him playfully. "Come on, Reg, admit it- you love my dashing bravery."

Regulus snorted, looking away to hide his smirk. “Dashing bravery? James, you’re terrified of spiders.”

“Hey!” James protested, “They’re creepy! They have six legs too many and long teeth!!”

At that, Sirius choked on his drink. “Prongs, you shouldn't have let Reg hear you admit that. He’ll never respect you again.”

Regulus arched a brow. “Oh, I lost all respect ages ago. But I suppose I’ll tolerate it for now.” He gave James a quick kiss on the cheek, making Sirius gag in mock disgust.

“Ugh,” he groaned, “must you be so sappy in public? It’s nauseating.”

Remus snickered. “Really, Sirius? The one who wrote me three sonnets just last week?”

Sirius flushed pink. “Well, those were private! And artistic. There’s a difference.”

“Right,” Regulus said with a smirk, “and how many of those lines rhymed ‘Remus’ with ‘moon’?”

Sirius scowled, cheeks turning redder by the second. “At least I’m creative. Unlike James over there, who probably couldn’t write a poem if his life depended on it.”

“Oi! I’ll have you know, I wrote Reg a perfectly good limerick just the other day!”

“Oh, Merlin help us,” Remus muttered.

The sight-impaired boy cleared his throat dramatically, ignoring everyone’s groans. “There once was a boy named Reg, who, well… he made me want a keg…”

“STOP!” Sirius cried.

James just grinned.

(hey guys!! i won't be posting microfics for the next few days because i have an event i have to attend. yes i'll be active-ish on tumblr throughout the next few days, but no fics. and yes ill post all of the ones ill be missing on saturday when i get back! ily'all!)

[marylily-my-beloved]

Marlene tried her hardest to fit in you know? She dyed her hair blonde, she played quidditch, she let Mary do her makeup, she did everything to fit in, and everything to be pretty. But she never felt pretty. She always felt so ugly, a pig with lipstick, a poser, she didn’t even feel like cutting off her face and putting another one of it would make her pretty. She  just felt so ugly even on the inside that she could never even look in the mirror.