#Remus is a giver

[spiritstar477]

autistic!remus where after he and sirius get together he wants to tell him all the things he feels for him but he just doesn’t have the words/doesn’t know how so instead he gives sirius trinkets. some of these include:

- a rock that he found that perfectly matches sirius’ eyes from memory

- a tiny little broomstick he made from a twig and grass while fidgeting

- a single strand of sirius’ hair tied around a single strand of his own (again, fidgeting)

- a misshapen scrunchie he crocheted during spring break with his mum

- a random animal bone from the forbidden forest

- an absurd amount of origami things (made by hand) made from memory from a book at home (more fidgeting ofc)

sirius knows how remus feels because sirius knows remus. and he keeps every single thing he’s given

I wrote this! It’s on my page

[angeloflife]

sanders sides inspired blinkies ( no credit needed they're easy to make )

[deathnguts]

Sugar daddy Moonwater AU where neither are aware of it at all.

Like, Regulus is so rich that he’s never even looked at a price tag before because it’s guaranteed he could afford it and he naturally continues to not do that when he gets gifts for Remus, leading poor man Remus to just have a ton of luxury items out of nowhere. And Regulus has just kind of always been a big gift giver with those he loves so Remus learned early on that being humble or self conscious about regulus spending money on him made Regulus sad so he stopped trying to fight it. And that only made it worse because regulus just starts paying for literally everything he can now, because he has the money and he thinks his boyfriend deserves the best anyway so why hold back? Like, they move in together in either a huge apartment where regulus pays rent or he straight up buys remus’ dream home out of pocket, regulus pays on dates, regulus pays for groceries and gifts and house items and clothes and it takes Remus a while to realize, wait he hasn’t paid for anything in months what the fuck-

And then after he does realize this he can’t stop seeing it and it’s so lovingly embarrassing. Like, he’s 6’5 and the older and less attractive one in the relationship… and he just sits there like an idiot while his pretty little boyfriend pulls out his fucking platinum card. Like, they go out and waiters give Remus the bill because he looks like he’s the ‘man’ in the relationship or whatever and Remus awkwardly slides it to Regulus. And I imagine getting a job is hard for Remus because as either a werewolf for magic aus even just a disabled person in muggles ones he can’t really sell himself or guarantee a schedule or do much hard labor and he also can’t afford college so he’s kind of stuck. But then here’s regulus who’s telling him he actually doesn’t have to work at all, regulus has enough to fund him for life, and if he’d like to get a degree then regulus can either pay for it or if it’s an Ivy League the Black’s have probably donated thousands so if he just puts in a good word then Remus will be fine either way.

And regulus still doesn’t have any bells ringing in his head that this is strange because it literally isn’t to him, why is Remus looking at him like he just answered a prayer or something.

[warnadudenexttime]

Obviously it’s very cute and down bad of Logan to repeatedly ask virgil for more puzzles. It’s also his way of showing appreciation for them, like: ‘this is such a good gift, I’m asking for more because I loved it so much’ kinda thing.

And honestly the fact that virgil did make two shows how well he knows Logan and how much he loves his boyfriend bro, his frienddddd

Like the first gift he made was for Patton and it was a card, which was very cute yk a reflection of the card Patton made for him for joining the group. Yk it’s a pun for Patton but also represents his type of humor, “you’re going to die, of fun.” And Patton loved it, so Virgil is from what we’ve seen a good giver of gifts. But during that first gift he seemed unconfident and nervous about giving it to Patton.

Now the next time around we see virgil give someone a gift, it’s Logan his newspaper puzzle. And while it took him a hot second to reveal his little opening line cause Logan jUST WOULDNT OPEN IT- virgil shows off how confident he is in the fact Logan will like this. Showing off how well he knows Logan. “And you thought I’d just get you a newspaper, who do you take me for” or whatever he says. Like bro is confident in his Logan knowledge. Cause they’re in love best buddies.

Now we don’t know exactly what was in the puzzle. Logan said in livestream, it had simple elements like multiplication and addition- but obviously he really enjoyed it. Because then sjsjsjs he asked virgil every interaction for a new puzzle for any holiday, just as an excuse to get another one- bro got HOOKED! Puzzle addiction.

And eventually virgil does give him another one. As an early appreciation gift, (which he’s known as a side who procrastinates so for him to be early- I’m just saying, says alot) and bro basically wrote a whole Sherlock type detective Logan fanfiction for Logan. He got all the other sides involved in making a portion of the puzzle with their own trials. Even Janus, Remus and Patton! He organized this for Logan, to make him feel special for his appreciation day. Bro isn’t even creativity, but wrote this elaborate story. Bro isn’t even logic, but he wrote this big puzzle for him. Cue the line of “you should thank tonight’s game, to the game master” which is Virgil and Logan says “the detective might have met his match with the game master” YES YOU HAVE CAUSE YOURE GAY- *gunshot*

But clearly by Logan’s own reactions to both the first and second puzzle, bro loved them, he is smitten. And it’s just, this whole puzzle thing shows just how much virgil knows Logan, how much he cares about him. Cause I can’t imagine any other side doing this for Logan, or Virgil doing this for anyone else. It’s just very sweet, romantic or not.

Anyways I love these stupid nerds who are boyfriends :3

[theemporium]

i can not get birthday sex with remus out of my head. like normally it’s fifty fifty in bed with him, but since it’s readers' birthday, all he wants to do is please her. every time she reaches up to touch him, he shoves her arms down gently and is all like, "nuh-uh, dove, today's all about you."

please this is making me so😵‍💫remus as a giver just makes me so feral! thank you for requesting!🖤

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Remus hadn’t let you lift a finger since you had woken up.

You had woken up to him pressing kisses all over your face, a massive smile on his face as you slowly blinked your eyes open before he slowly disappeared beneath the sheets and gave you a gift on the morning of your birthday.

Then he had lifted you in his arms, a bath already drawn with your favourite soaps and a cup of coffee ready for you to enjoy, along with a book he knew you had been dying to read for a while. The kiss he gave you before he parted left butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Then you made your way into the kitchen where your boyfriend—shirtless and clad in only grey sweatpants—was preparing your birthday breakfast. You had tried to help but he kept slapping your hands away, which resulted in you pouting up at him. 

The pout broke him, all the plans he had made for your birthday thrown out the window the second he gripped your hips and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter with ease. 

Now, you were gripping the edge of the wooden counter, the shirt of his you slipped on now pushed past your tits so he could squeeze and grope them as he nuzzled his face between your legs. 

“Remus, please!” you cried out helplessly, your nails digging into the wood to the point you were sure marks would be left on the counter but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“It’s my pretty girl’s birthday,” he murmured as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, which were already slick with your release. “Gotta make sure I give her the best day of her life.” 

“Please,” you whined as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to where you needed him. 

He laughed lightly, one hand keeping your legs spread whilst the other moved down to your stomach, pressing down to keep you still. “Gonna give you everything you want, baby, just gotta be patient.” 

“I don’t wanna be patient,” you breathed out, your chest heaving and your cunt desperate for some attention. “I just want you inside me.” 

“Nuh uh,” he murmured and shook his head, his hooded eyes meeting your gaze as he leaned down to lick a long, slow strip along your cunt before flicking your clit with the edge of his tongue. “Today’s all about you.” 

“But I want you,” you whined. 

“You’ll get me eventually love,” he murmured before he locked both arms around your legs, keeping you nice and open as his tongue darted out for another taste. “Just gotta make sure you’re all ready for me, yeah? Gonna stretch you out so good.” 

Your head fell back against the counter, pathetic whines leaving your lips as Remus feasted on your cunt like a starved man. “Need you to fuck me dumb, baby.” 

He grinned against your cunt, lightly slapping your thigh until you slowly blinked your eyes open. “I am gonna eat this pretty cunt and then bend you over this counter until you can’t walk, love. I’ll carry you for the rest of the day if I have to.” 

“Shit,” you moaned. 

“That’s it, baby, now lay back and look pretty f’me.”

.

[lexithwrites]

not to sound like a slut but i need more moonwater fucking, thoughts?

ABSOLUTELY we're all sluts here

NSFW below the cut obvs

reg and remus aren't the most sexual couple to me, i feel like they don't always need to be together to have pleasure (we stan self pleasure here) but when they fuck they take their tiiiiime

remus is a giver and reg is a receiver (not in every aspect) especially during oral, reg will just pull remus back if he's sitting on the bed to sit on his face, or he'll open his legs and he hasnt got underwear on and remus just crawls to him AH

and remus gets subby when he gets head bro that boy is whining

reg is an edge king, he'll tease remus for days

i feel like regulus also sometimes wears lingerie but not every time, he can get dysphoric about it, but when he does he wears royal blue, dark green and black because its remus' favourite

regulus has 100% pegged remus before

the only time remus gets into 'dom' mode is if he's jealous, if a guy starts flirting with reg he'll glare and huff and eventually pull reg away to make out with him in a corner and tell him that he's his and no one else can have him and regulus eats that shit up he loves this side of remus because its very rare

they also do cockwarming pretty often i feel like thats one of reg's biggest kinks, he doesn't like moving all the time so he just sits there and gently rocks his hips, or remus does, or they just take a nap with remus inside him

remus is a big breeding kink guy too, ive talked about this before and will again, but he loves cumming inside reg

reg lowkey hates the clean up tho its gross

they've only gotten frisky in the shower one and remus almost broke his arm lmao

regulus once sent a video of him bouncing on a dildo when remus was at work and remus faked being sick to drive home not even 15 minutes later

[luveline]

Hiiii, I don’t know if you’re up for any marauders requests- so no pressure!!

If you are though, I recently sprained my wrist pretty (really) bad at work and have been not great about taking care of it, resting, ect.

If it’s not too much trouble- could I get a lil thing about the marauders absolutely doting on reader over an injury? Like so soft and sweet it could give you diabetes.

Thank you!!!

hope this is okay sweetness! fem!reader, 2k

"She's trying to stand up again," James says, finger hooked in your belt loop. 

You glare at him down on the sofa. "Tattle tale," you scold. It's hard to maintain; he looks very sweet today, everyday, and more than handsome. 

Remus stands in the doorway to the living room, the smell of the honey tea he's making on his heels. "Why, dove?" he asks, sounding amusedly horrified. "Can't you stay still for ten minutes?" 

"I just thought I'd help with the tea," you say, taking a painful step toward him. James gasps and actually stands himself. 

Your eyes widen. James is more of a threat-giver than an enforcer. He loves telling on you or better yet enabling your bad behaviour, but if he's getting up it means he won't be allowing you any further self-detriment. 

"Be gentle," Remus says. 

James raises his eyebrows at you and crowds you, hands on your hips. He gives you a little push. "Sit back down." 

You sit, and your ankle feels better for it immediately, but you cross your arms over your chest and huff so they know you don't appreciate being bossed around. James laughs, more than aware. 

"It's for your own good," he says. 

Remus returns with your tea and you say thanks even though you're pretending to be annoyed with them both. "I would like to be allowed to get my own tea," you say, pleased when James sits back at your side with his own cup of tea, his arm heavy against you. "It's not as bad as you think it is, I promise." 

"You have a bruise bigger than Jersey on your ankle and…" James lowers his voice slightly, "I know it's hurting even when you aren't standing. You get a notch between your brows, right here," he says, tapping the space above your nose. 

"The less you use it the quicker it will get better," Remus says. 

"That logic only applies to injury," says a new voice. The front door closes, and after a second Sirius appears in his coat and jacket. "The more you use me, the better I get." He winks at you. 

You wink back. Delighted, Sirius peels out of his coat and shoes and swiftly takes the empty seat on your left. He kisses your cheek hello, his slender fingers tucked deftly behind your ear so he can turn your face to his. 

"Have you been resting?" he asks. 

"No," Remus and James say at the same time. 

"She's done the opposite," James adds.

"Yes, well, she's not perfect." He shakes his head at you hurriedly, mouthing, "You are perfect." 

You know he's joking but you get all melted, tight shoulders lax, head dipping back against the sofa cushions. Sirius hums his approval and strokes your cheek with his thumb. He's not usually the most affectionate of the boys, but when you're injured he acts like you're on your deathbed and deserving of the world's collective sweetness. 

"How was work?" you ask him. 

"Agony," he says quietly, and he's putting it on, trying to make you squirm. It's working. "I was worried about you." 

"I take offence to that," James says. 

"I know you're taking care of her," Sirius says, "don't be daft, I just know she won't behave. Especially if I'm not here." 

Half of a biscuit soars toward Sirius and hits him in the chest. Entertained, you follow its trajectory back to the source and find Remus in the big armchair, cup of tea cradled atop his knee. "What?" he asks, seemingly chewing the first half of the biscuit. 

"Sirius–" James warns. 

"Prick," Sirius says. 

Remus swallows his biscuit and takes a sip of tea. "Oh, sorry. Slipped." 

"Why have you chucked a biscuit at me?" Sirius asks. 

James takes the biscuit and eats it. You laugh from behind your hand. 

"No reason. Y/N, dovey, do you want a biscuit?" Remus asks you. 

You nod and start to stand to retrieve one, but two arms grab your waist. James' arm, tan, steely without any effort, stops you from getting any further. Sirius', less strong but twice as eager, pulls you into his side with a groan. 

"Please sit down," he says. 

You sigh and let your head drop onto James' shoulder. "I'm sitting. I just want a biscuit." 

Remus sits on the coffee table in front of you with a funny look on his face, a mixture of love and disbelief. "I was bringing them to you." He squeezes the tin closed in his lap, his eyes resolutely on yours so you're forced to meet his gaze. He's handsome, too, they all are, but Remus doesn't know it, unaware of the effect his eyes have on you, the colour like browned honey and the little specks of amber that surround his pupil. "I'll give you a biscuit if you promise to stop making it worse." 

"Really," James seconds, "we want you to get better, that's all." 

You slouch further into his shoulder, away from their doting concern. "It's not as bad as you think it is."

That's a bad lie. You and Sirius had been walking back up the garden steps after a red squirrel stakeout —the squirrels keep eating from Remus' bird feeders and therefore scaring away the birds— and you slipped in a strange way. You ended up sprawled out on your back and you'd burst into laughter, while Sirius looked down on you absolutely horrified. It was only later, an hour or so afterwards, when you'd been helped up and placed affectionately in bed, that your ankle started to ache, and you found you couldn't put any weight on it after all. Your panicked tears had terrified the three of them. They've been ridiculously lovely since then. 

"Maybe I could have another look?" Remus asks. 

It's a well-organised dance when you're together, and this part's no different. Remus hands the biscuit tin to James as he stands, and Sirius pushes the table back with his foot so Remus has room to kneel down in front of you. James opens the biscuit tin and knows your favourite without having to ask, offering it to you as Remus straightens out your leg. 

"Is this compression thing a good idea all of the time?" Sirius asks. 

Remus pulls it down, humming as you hiss in pain. "Oh, I know, dove. I'll be really quick," he promises. 

"It's not so horribly bruised," James says. 

"I hate that we're all looking at my foot right now." 

Remus squeezes your toes. If you weren't wearing a sock under the compression support you'd have to break up with him. 

"I think it looks less swollen," he says eventually, rolling up your sock and putting the compression back into the proper place. You gasp at the sudden movement and his brows crease in sympathy. "Sorry, dove." 

"Let's elevate it, right?" James asks. 

"Yes, I think so. I'll get you a pillow," Remus says.

He stands up, turns to leave, and then turns back to press a kiss to your temple. 

"Me too," Sirius says, kissing your cheek. 

Having refused to move from James' shoulder in your embarrassment, you're out of the way for James to kiss you too, and it's a good thing. Anymore sweetness and you'd probably melt into the threads of the sofa. 

"I'll owe you one," James says. 

Remus gets a pillow to prop up your foot. James becomes your dedicated human blanket. Sirius looks for a film to watch on the telly while discussing takeaway options, even when Remus claims that he's going to cook tonight. 

"Takeaway is too expensive," Remus says. 

"Cooking makes a mess that you'll insist on cleaning," Sirius argues. 

"Takeaway also makes a mess," James says. 

"We can't cook because I can't help," you declare. "And that's not fair. You guys will all be laughing and flirting in the kitchen and I'll be sat here by my lonesome watching Footloose."   

"Footloose isn't on until ten," Sirius says, looking at the TV info bar with a smile, "you'd be watching Night Rider." 

Remus holds his hand out from the armchair. It's miles from reaching you, but you know he's suggesting an alliance. "How about," he begins softly, "we have a takeaway and those two can do whatever they want." 

"Remus," James says. 

You stand up on your uninjured foot. The boys groan at your moving but don't argue, letting you limp to the armchair where Remus is sitting with little more than a chorus of defeated sighs. He puts his arms out for you, his hands and grip strong as he helps you down into the seat next to him. There's not really enough room for two, but he makes it, his arm crossing over your chest and under your arm to lock you in against him. 

"This is ridiculous," James says. 

Sirius shuffles across the sofa into the gap you've left behind. "We could always hide the menus," he says to James. "Neither of them know the numbers. Plus, she can't walk and he can't be bothered." 

Remus pulls you in impossibly closer. "That's true." 

The two boys opposite spring up from their seats, laughing as they begin plotting a cruel plan. You rub your fingertips up and down the length of the arm holding you, letting your head flop back into Remus' chest as you say, "They'll realise they like us too much to starve us soon enough." 

"I know." His hold on you relaxes. "I really do wish you'd stop putting weight on your foot. Please. It needs time to get better." 

"Okay," you say, a sucker for him when he talks so softly. "Sorry. No more walking around while it heals." 

"Don't be sorry, just get better quickly. I need reinforcements against their nonsense." 

"You love their nonsense." 

James and Sirius return looking pleased with themselves not long after, and an hour passes quietly. When the doorbell rings, you're unsurprised to find they've ordered your favourite takeaway. 

"You're predictable," Remus says.

"Well," Sirius says, lifting his chin, arms laden with cartons, "how else is she supposed to get better? She needs food." 

In an example of extreme overkill, Remus and James act as crutches, helping you walk the short distance from the living room to the kitchen table. You're surprised James doesn't just attempt to pick you up in a fireman's lift, as is his usual style. 

Sirius sets the table. Remus makes drinks. James doles out the portions of food, knowing what everyone wants without having to ask, and you miss being able to help. You're usually moving with them, an integral thread, ebbing and flowing in tandem. It's nice to watch them together, but you miss doing your part. James' hand warm on your hip as he eases you out of the way, or Sirius' childish attempts at tripping you up on the way to the silverware drawer. 

"Sorry for being so useless lately," you say, twisting the fork in your hand over and over. 

Three glares pierce you at once. "Who says you're useless?" James asks. 

"You're out of commission for the moment," Remus says agreeably, "that's far from useless." 

"I feel bad, having you wait on me. I know I'm making it worse all the time by refusing to just rest but I don't like you having to do everything for me, it's not fair." 

Sirius sits down in the chair beside yours, tucking himself in quickly. "You realise that we'd look after you forever, right? Like, if you needed this much help and looking after every day, that wouldn't be a problem." 

You shake your head. "Don't be silly." 

James clears his throat. "No, listen to him. He's right." 

"We don't mind helping you to the table, or carrying your washing downstairs for you, or any of the things we've offered to do for you since you hurt your ankle." 

Remus sits in the seat across from you with a pointed look. James joins him, a packet of painkillers in hand. He pops two out for you, saying, "You're not useless just because we've had to give you some help. And if you were useless it wouldn't matter. So don't say sorry." 

Remus nods. "Exactly. Don't feel guilty about an accident, dove." 

You look at Sirius unsurely. "You really don't mind looking after me?" 

He reaches over to handle your thigh. "No," he says, gaze soft, fingers squeezing into the fat of your leg lovingly, "we really don't mind." 

[moonydoodlez]

Buying gifts - @noblehouseofgay - Word Count - 167 - 25 days of Jegumas

Regulus had never been bad at buying gifts. He always seemed to know just what everyone wanted. However its the first time he's had a boyfriend for Christmas and he suddenly feels like the worst gift giver ever.

Sure he found things he would like but Regulus wanted to get him something he loved. He wanted to make sure his gift could measure the amount of love he had for James. Which made it impossible.

"None of this is right" Regulus groans as him and Sirius leave yet another store.

"Come on Reg we can find something.. he's so easy to shop for" Sirius laughs, trying to lighten up the boys mood.

"James deserve the best gift ever and nobody seems to sell exquisite things anymore" He deadpans.

"Quite the dramatic one you are" Sirius jokes slinging his arm around the taller boy and guiding him into another store. "We'll find something"

"Well what did you get Remus" He questions.

"Oh you know jewelry" He said vaguely.

[grassyhorizon45]

Birthdays.

Marauders x Shy!Reader celebrating her birthday :D

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Words: 643

a/n: To my dear friend FaithfulSummer (@Quotev | Ig: a_corner_of_solace), Happiest of Birthdays <3

“Haaaapy birthday to you~”

It was the first thing Y/n heard as she woke up that morning. Dazed as she was, the corners of her lips still managed to twitch up into a shy smile.

Sirius climbed into her bed, running a gentle hand through Y/n’s messy hair. James and Remus stood by the bedside, one holding a nicely decorated chocolate cake while the other held the biggest freaking present Y/n had ever seen. 

“Y-You guys didn’t have to……”

“But we wanted to,” said Sirius smugly.

Remus nodded, “You mean a lot to us, bunny–”

“No day better than your birthday to express that, no?” James added, grinning.

What the boys didn’t know was that Y/n wasn’t the most comfortable with the idea of an entire day revolving around her. She hated unnecessary attention with her life and birthdays fully contradicted that.

The four cut cake and ate together in the shared dorm as per Y/n’s request.

“Open the gift, open the gift!” James beckoned, practically bursting with excitement.

Another thing Y/n avoided: Opening presents in front of people. She was terrible at reacting to things, which she realised would sometimes disappoint the giver……

“I’ll open it later. Th-Thank you Jamie.”

Remus smiled knowingly as he took another bite of cake, “How about if we all close our eyes while you open it?”

Y/n paused in the middle of taking a bite of cake. 

“Y-Yeah… Th-That would be okay.”

The three put hands over their eyes, following Remus’ suggestion.

“Wait– I don’t get it. Why do we need to cover our eyes?” James whispered as if Y/n couldn’t hear him.

“So we’re not watching her when she opens it, stupid…” Sirius playfully whispered back, earning a giggle from Y/n and a chuckle from Remus.

Y/n made her way to the spot where they’d left the massive gift. She opened it slowly, careful not to rip the wrapping paper.

“Just tell us when you’ve finished, okay bunny?” Remus said attentively.

Minutes passed of the three having their eyes shut and Sirius trying to blindly shove cake in his and James’ mouth.

“You can open your eyes now…”

Sirius, James and Remus were met with the sight of Y/n sitting on the ground, beaming from ear to ear. In front of her were the gifts they’d previously decided to wrap all together like a giant gift monster. The stack of novels from Remus, a lovely necklace from Sirius and a freshly polished broom— Comet 260 to be exact, from James.

Y/n’s smile was enough of an indication of how much joy was coursing through her veins right that instant.

Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad after all……

The rest of the day was warm and merry, feeling a little like Christmas came early with the amount of butterbeer Y/n, Lily and Marlene had at Hogsmeade. Not to mention the presents…

There was So. Many. Presents.

It wasn’t like this the previous years; being the marauders’ special one meant Y/n had a whole lot more social connections now and of course her new friends were kind enough to make this special day even more special for her.

Even Sirius’ brother, Regulus, got her a pretty notebook.

Y/n’s day would’ve been very different had the marauders not fallen in love with her first. She was grateful for them and how much their love had influenced her life.

* * *

“Hey Y/n…” Lily tapped her shoulder before passing her a neatly wrapped gift. “Got it from Dorcas, who got it from Pandora… who said it’s from Barty but he was lazy to– Nevermind. It’s for you from—”

“Happy Birthday Y/n!” 

Y/n read the pretty green card, eyes going wide as she continued reading.

“Hope you had a good one. Love from… 

“Severus Snape???”

what do you think Snape's present is? :)

[interstellarlyinlove]

Trunk (September 30th)

word count: 760

@wolfstarmicrofic

One thing about Sirius that is surprising (a lot of things about Sirius are surprising– this is a fact that delights Remus like very little else) is that he is the worst gift giver Remus knows. 

This is surprising because Sirius is thoughtful and considerate and he loves in a way that generally ends with his heart on his sleeve on fire with the weight of all that love.

Absolute horrendous gift giver, though. 

Remus has every single thing Sirius has ever given him, ever since they were eleven and awkward around each other, and he loves all of it a stupid amount. The ugly t-shirts that he sleeps in, the neon band-aids that Remus uses after full moons, and an especially ugly painting of him that was one of the reasons he stopped hating the way he looked when he was fourteen (at least he didn’t look like whoever Sirius thought he drew) are a few of his Sirius-gifted prized possessions. 

“I got you something,” Sirius says as he enters their dorm room. 

Remus looks up from where he’s sitting on Sirius’ bed (sue him) and sees a huge box instead of his pretty boyfriend. “Did you get the continent of Asia by chance?”

Sirius puts the box in front of Remus on the floor and grins. “Why Asia?”

“Huh?”

“Why not another continent?”

Remus blinks then giggles. “It’s the biggest one but that’s not– do they not teach you geography if you’re a fancy wizard?” Remus then blinks. “What is this?”

“This is your new favorite thing, darling,” Sirius says and he starts ripping the box open. “So, you know how you want to travel around after we graduate?”

Remus flushes. He doesn’t know why it’s embarrassing but it is. “Uh-huh.”

Sirius stops trying to rip the box open and just waves his hand, and the box is gone, and in its place is a large light leather trunk.

Remus blinks. He loves how magic to Sirius is as easy as breathing, engraved into his very bones. Sirius doesn’t even use a wand half of the time and Remus loves it.

Remus looks at the trunk and realizes suddenly that this is the most thoughtful thing in the universe. Remus has maybe mentioned wanting to travel around twice, if that, and it was more wistful rambling than anything else. But Sirius remembered and he got him a suitcase and Remus loves him.  

“Sirius, I love–”

“No, wait a second,” Sirius says. He summons Remus’ wand. “I’m pretty sure my wand’s with James, sorry, but look–” Sirius taps the top of the trunk twice with Remus’ wand and the trunk opens. Remus’ shirts are neatly arranged in one side and there are drawers that are opening and closing on the other, even Remus’ shoes are in the trunk. Remus looks at the shoes as they titter-tatter out of the trunk and stop next to his feet in awe. 

“I stole all of your closet and things for this. I hope that’s okay.”

“Sirius, how is–”

“But look!” Sirius taps the top of the trunk again and everything comes flying out at once. Remus is in shock as his shirts fold mid-air and stack on top of each other on the bed. All the other small things– Remus’ hairbrush, socks, even scar cream (Sirius really did steal all of his things) neatly get put away in their places (James’ lamp did get knocked down in the process but Sirius waved his hand and it was fixed just like that). 

“It’s charmed to pack and unpack on its own,” Sirius explains. “So there’s one less thing to think about, you know? But that lamp shouldn’t have fallen down so I’ll need to fix the charm a little bit, but don’t worry I can totally–”

Remus kisses Sirius because how could he not? He’s grinning when he says, “So goddamn brilliant, Sirius. Merlin. Thank you, my love. How did you even think of doing this?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius brushes Remus off, flushing. “Do you like it?”

Remus thinks he needs to reevaluate Sirius’ gifting skills and give him a higher score. “I love you and I love it and I’m getting buried next to it I think.”

“Ugh. Why would you even say that, you–”

“Thank you, Sirius,” Remus repeats, his heart so full it doesn’t even fit in his chest anymore.

“I even got it engraved for you.” Sirius shows Remus the R.J. Lupin engraved in gold and Remus’ heart bursts out of his ribcage, then. He kisses Sirius again.

[empress-simps]

Scribbles and Sketches

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

CW: Just two idiots in love with each other and the occasional swearing.

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Summary: Sirius has a habit of drawing in every possession he owns. It also doesn’t help the fact that it’s the way his crush finds out his feelings.

Note: This is inspired back then when my crush (at that time) sat next to me did a sketch of me while in Biology class. Enjoy! Photos used are from pinterest, credits to the owner!

Sirius loves to doodle, whether it was little stars on his converse shoes, some random quotes he found funny that he decided to write in the back pages of his notebooks, or how there’s always a little scribble of ‘S.O.B’ on the first pages of his books (that he never really read, he just saw you once or twice holding or reading as you pass by him).

Walburga hates it, when she saw Sirius’ expensive hard bound books have his name scrawled out messily on the side, she was furious. She called it ‘Vandalizing’ and would punish Sirius back then for acting like a ‘mudblood’ and disgracing the beautiful pristine books with a childish scrawl.

Did he do it again numerous times before leaving to spite his birth giver? Yes, definitely, and certainly.

The night he left, he made sure to splash black paint onto the walls, carpets, and curtains— basically everywhere, he even managed to get the ceiling too. He could only imagine the horrified expression and the shrill scream Walburga did after discovering the thrashed room. A smirk of satisfaction never fails to appear on his face every time he thinks of it.

“Drawing her again, Pads?” James looked over Sirius’ shoulder, wanting to take a peek at his friend’s journal. Sirius hissed, shooing him away. “Go away, Prongs. I’m busy.” James lets out a snort, “Yeah right.”

“Just ask her out already, pads. You’re always ogling at her during classes it’s a bit creepy.” Peter teased, laughing at Sirius’ offended face.

“Sod off, wormtail.”

Remus took a break from reading his book to look at his squabbling friends. Seeing the journal in Sirius’ hands, he got curious. Placing the book down, he walked over to Sirius’ bed where James, Sirius, and Peter are. “That’s actually a pretty good sketch of her, mate.” Remus’ eyes travelled down to the right corner of the page, eyes bugging out at first then emitting a loud laugh.

“My future Mrs. Black? Really?”

Sirius grumbles, clearly embarrassed as a light blush coated his cheeks. “Don’t judge.”

“You’re such a sap, Pads!” James laughed, slapping his thighs repeatedly, finding it completely hilarious.

“Yeah, we’ll see who’s the one laughing on our wedding day.” Sirius grumbles, closing the journal and placing it in his school bag absentmindedly.

“If you even get to speak a simple ‘hello’ to her without tripping over your feet that is.”

The only thing keeping Sirius passing out and snoring in his boring Divination class is you humming next to him as you write in a blank piece of parchment. Merlin, he feels grateful and all that, but really? In the one subject he has no motivation for? Sirius grumbled; if it was transfigurations, then he could’ve shown off to you.

You didn’t fail to notice his grumbling state. Misunderstanding his actions, you thought it had something to do with you. Negative thoughts swirled around your head. Does he not like being your partner?

Putting your quill down, you felt nervousness settle in the pit of your stomach. You discreetly look to your left, seeing Sirius with a bored expression on his face. Alright, maybe you were overthinking things. He probably just finds this Divination class bollocks like you do, but you still folded the paper and placing it back into your bag, feeling a bit paranoid that he might see what you wrote.

Classes soon ended, and students hurriedly piled out, eager to get out of the boring class, muttering among themselves. You began to pack up your things, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sirius standing and about to exit the classroom.

“Sirius, wait!” You hurriedly grabbed him, your hands on his wrist. You blushed, trying to ignore how you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and the tingles that you felt when you made contact with him.

A look of surprise and a light blush coated his cheeks. “Y-yeah...? What’s up?” He stuttered. Sirius heard his friends howl in laughter outside the door, clearly spying on them. Thank Merlin that you didn’t notice (or didn’t care if you did notice) as you smiled warmly at him.

“Um, so are you free this Saturday? I figured it would be best if we both worked together on the essay since... we’re partners…” Oh for the love of Merlin, please have mercy on these two people who are too coward to say they like each other. Sirius blinks—not once, not twice, but three times. You can hear Marlene snickering in the background at the exchange.

Was he hearing this right? You? Asking him out? (Okay, not really, but in his mind, it still counts as you asking him out) He was pulled out of his thoughts when you chuckled nervously, awaiting his reply. “Sirius...? You in there?” Sirius cleared his throat. "Erm, yeah! Yeah, see you at the library then?”

You smiled warmly, and Sirius thought he had been blessed by Merlin himself. “Yeah, see you at 9:00 a.m. Bye!” He watches you go to Marlene and Lily, both looking at him with knowing looks.

“Bye.” He breathes out, still looking at you.

“Merlin, Padfoot is whipped.” Peter shakes his head, smirking.

“That he is.” James laughed, watching a pink-faced Sirius make his way towards them. “Cat got your tongue, Pads?” James teased, elbowing Sirius who tried to shove him off. “More like Y/n got his tongue.” Peter snickered; Sirius turned redder.

“Nah, how could Y/n even get his tongue when he couldn’t even get a kiss on the cheek.” Remus laughed, joining in the teasing.

“You guys are terrible mates.”

“We love you too, Pads.”

You bit your lip, looking at both outfits sprawled out your bed. “Lily! Please help me pick one!” The said girl looked up from her charms essay, standing up and walking towards you.

“Are you going on a date, Y/n?”

“No, just doing some divination work with Sirius.”

Marlene perked up, her smirk evident on her features. “Are you sure it’s just divination? Not something else?” Lily scolded her “Oh hush Marlene! Y/n isn’t like that.” She turned to face you, “I think the red sweater and ripped jeans will look good on you.” She smiles, you smiled gratefully. “Thanks Lils, knew I could always count on you. Not like the other person here.” You teased, eyeing Marlene jokingly who pouted “Hey!”

Sirius groans, plopping down his bed. It seems like he couldn’t get a single wink of sleep. He tried everything, even taking a walk outside into the wee hours of the night. Remus throws a pillow at him, grumpier as the full moon is only days away. “If you don’t wanna sleep then at least let us get a fucking good night’s rest, Pads.”

He ignored his friend but kept quiet not to disturb his friends. “Merlin, the things you do to me woman...” he grumbled, rubbing his hand exasperatedly over his face. Opening his trunk, he decided to mull over what he was going to wear for the next day.

“Alright, do I look presentable?” You turn towards your two friends, dressed in the slightly oversized red sweater and ripped jeans Lily had recommended, topping it off with a maroon converse with little flowers and leaves embroidered around it. Pretty basic but eh, it works.

“Kinda meh, let’s put on some make up, yeah?” Marlene gestured to you to sit down, looking at the mirror, you frowned. “I only know how to do blush and lips though...”

“That’s where I come in, let’s make Black drop on his knees and fawn over you.”

Sirius glanced nervously at his watch, uncharacteristically quiet and early; he was a whole hour early, a huge change for the boy who’s always running late and calling it being ‘fashionably late’. By the way he was behaving it looks like he got stood up on a date, which was quite amusing to other students who are seeing this new side of him. Just sitting and having nothing to do makes him even more impatient, so he did what he did best— sketching you.

He took out his journal which he surprisingly brought and took out a pencil and an eraser he stole from Remus. He pictures you in his head, how you hum while scribbling something in a parchment next to him during your last divination class. He started to sketch, expertly drawing you as he did hundreds of times before. It took him about an hour to finish it, even having the time to detail it. He smiles lightly, adding ‘My love.’ in the right corner. It was not just some sketch as he likes to call it, it’s an art piece.

You are his muse— much like he is to your poems.

“Sirius, hey.” You smiled, sitting down beside him quietly, oblivious to a drawing he made that was practically glaring at you, waiting to be noticed. “Sorry I was late.”

Sirius blinks, looking at you “Ah, it’s no problem! I just got here too.” you smiled, pulling out some quills and parchment they would need for the study session as Sirius grabbed the books from his bag. What you both failed to notice was the little piece of parchment containing a painfully obvious poem about him.

Ah, talk about being blindly in love.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. I would seriously drop out of this class next year...” She mumbles, grabbing Sirius’ books without much of a thought.

“I’ll go start with the reading about tea leaf reading then- what’s that?” She stopped in her tracks, staring at what seemed to be a perfect drawing of her. Sirius blanched, feeling his heart drop to his stomach. Shit, you were definitely not supposed to see that. Sirius wanted to cry and disintegrate on the spot.

Your eyes scanned the page quickly, eyes catching the words “My Love” in the corner in Sirius’ handwriting. Your face quickly heated up as your heartbeat went faster, your stomach doing flips. You were speechless, eyes gravitated to the drawing. Sirius quickly slammed shut his journal, pulling you out of your trance.

“It’s not what it looks like!” He tries to save face. Although he immediately wanted to punch himself as he saw you visibly deflate at his statement. He can already feel Remus whacking him upside the head while James scolded him. As if Potter boy would do any better when facing Lily Evans. You bit your lip “Oh.”

An awkward silence ensued for a few moments, Sirius looking anywhere but you and you looking down biting your lip. “Uh, I know you said it’s not what it looks like…” You started, making Sirius whip his head in your direction. “But I just wanted to tell you… That I fancy you.” She saw the poem she wrote during divination class poking out of some of the blank parchments, Marlene and Lily had probably placed it among your parchments. She carefully hands it to him. “I’ll just do the rest of the essay, don’t worry. I know you don’t like this subject.” She quickly packed her things up and headed straight to the exit.

He sat there dumbly, reading the poem you gave to him, eyes widening when he realized it was quite obvious that the love poem was about him. Merlin, he done fucked up his chances of being with the girl of his dreams.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Remus grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a section of the library where not many people are to see the rest of the Marauders with disappointed looks on their faces. “Really, padfoot?” James frowned. “You’ve done it, pads.” Peter sighs, shaking his head.

“Just what the fuck was that, Black?!?” Remus hissed, Sirius bit his lip and looked away. “Lily told me how Y/n was excited, she’ll kill us for sure.” James shivered while Peter gulps “Don’t forget about Marlene.”

“Did your exchange your braincells for your fucking hair, padfoot?!” Remus still hasn’t finished scolding his friend. “I know I know, Moony. I fucked up.” He grumbles, looking at his Doc Martens. “To think that we even planned this with Lily and Marlene…” Remus grumbles.

“What? What plan?”

“Setting you up with Y/n, we thought this will be the perfect time.” James told him, “Apparently not” Remus grumbles. “Y/n’s got a crush on you for ages, Pads.” Peter told him. “And how would you know this?” Sirius found it hard to believe.

“Aside from the fact that she practically confessed to you earlier, Lily accidentally slipped up and told me.” James shrugged. They watch as Sirius practically scrambles out of the library, presumably off to find you. Remus folded his arms to his chest.

“Well at least he saved one braincell just in case.”

“Y/n! Hold on!” Sirius called, seeing you were about to enter the girls’ part of the dormitory. You ignored him, continuing to walk. He managed to catch up, holding your hand to stop you. “Y/n please…” You turned to him, eyes swimming with disappointment. “What is it, Black?” He visibly winced. “I-I take it back.” He told her, you raised one eyebrow in suspicion, “Take what back?”

“What I said earlier, in the library.”

“I don’t need you to feel bad for me.”

“I’m not, believe me.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, conflicted. Should you believe him?

“I’ve also been hopelessly in love with you, Y/n.” Your eyebrows shot in surprise. He continued, “I… I was so embarrassed and panicked since… my journal was full of you.” Sirius confessed. You were about to reply when he opened his mouth again. “And your poem; fuck, it made me feel things. Merlin, I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry love-”

“If you really are sorry then just shut up and kiss me, Black.”

[uhhlifeig]

Giving - Dec. 12th - word count: 729 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin sat down near the hearth of Potter Manor, holding a plate of pastries and a mug of hot chocolate.

Sirius Black was sitting right next to him in the little circle that his friends had made. Remus smiled at his boyfriend and passed him a Muggle store-bought croissant, grinning when Sirius wrinkled his nose.

“Moony, are you trying to poison me? What is this- this abomination?” Sirius asked, dropping the pastry on the floor. “How dare you hand that to me?”

“Well, Sirius, you were the one who suggested we get some Muggle foods to try over Christmas hols. It’s not my fault,” Remus shrugged.

“How dare you, Moony,” Sirius said, putting a hand on his heart and pretending to faint like a Victorian-Era lady. “That is pure lies and slander, and you know it.”

“Shut up, Sirius. We want to start the gift opening,” grumbled Lily from where she was nestled into James’s side. “Save the dramatics for later.”

“Fine,” Sirius pouted, righting himself. “Who’s up first?”

“Sirius,” Peter sighed, “If you had been listening then you would have realized that it was you first. But noooo, you had to go and faint over a croissant.”

“Hey! It was an utter travesty to all French food, stop defending that atrocity,” Sirius protested, getting up and walking over to the tree to get his gift. 

Lily had insisted on doing something different this year, so she had chosen some sort of Muggle tradition called “Secret Santa” or something like that. It involved slips of paper and also a lot of secrecy, but Sirius was great at secrecy.

Oh, and his gift was for Remus. It may or may not have been a stack of books, but that didn’t matter.

Sirius grabbed the bright red present with his name on it from under the tree and made his way back over to the group.

“Unwrap it!” cheered James, which caused Lily to smack him in the arm. 

Sirius did as told, and was surprised to see a bright red and gold scarf. He picked it up, trying to figure out who had given it to him. 

It must have been Lily, he figured, as she was able to knit and she also liked to make her friends gifts.

“Lily, was this from you?” Sirius asked.

“No, it wasn’t, actually.” She smirked and glanced at Peter, who sighed at her devious smirk. 

“It’s from me, Sirius,” Peter said. “I also charmed it to be durable and also to be warm no matter what, so that Padfoot has something to play tug with that’s harder to break.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Sirius said, pretending to blow him a kiss. “Such a thoughtful lad, you are.”

“Well yeah. It’s the season of giving, after all. Now,” Peter clapped his hands together. “Remus, you’re up.”

Remus made his way over to the tree as well, picking out a deep blue box and going back to the little circle that his friends had made. 

Upon unwrapping it, his eyes widened when he saw first editions of all of his favorite books. Who the fuck would have this much money- Oh. Wait. Sirius and James would.

Remus made a guess at who the gift-giver was. He did have a fifty-fifty chance, after all. 

“Sirius, fess up. Why’d you do this for me?” 

Sirius’s eyes widened, obviously not expecting his boyfriend to guess him first try. “I mean, you said you liked those books?” he said weakly.

“No, no. Well, yes, I do, but these are first editions, Sirius. I expect you know how rare and valuable these are, no? Why?” Remus asked, already doing mental calculations for how much he owed.

“Because I love you? You mean so much to me, and also that was, like, barely a dent in Alphard’s money. I’d totally do it again. When Wally and Onion die then I’ll buy you all the books you want., actually. Make them roll in their graves a bit, you know?”

Remus sat there, shocked, before regaining his senses and pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

A good few seconds into the kiss, Remus heard James gag. “Get a room, you two. Please. You’re dirtying the pastries’ innocent dough.” 

They broke apart, shooting him a dirty look in unison before bursting into laughter. 

“The pastries? Seriously?” Lily said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, love. Siriusly.”

[elilelibeli]

Now, he knows how James like his eggs for breakfast. He knows that he loves red bell peppers but green ones are apparently diabolical.

Before, he knew to not to speak during breakfast, as his mother would get annoyed at the noise in “ungodly hour”.

Now, he knows Remus likes post modern literature. He takes care of his books but you can always tell they are used, at the same time as they are loved, corner of a page folded to mark where he stopped, underlined phrases, cracked spine of beloved books he always goes back to.

Before, he knew how to sneak off to the house library and read books without anyone noticing.

Now, he knows Pandora loves to get messy. He knows she loves jumping in puddles, using her fingers to draw, she isn’t afraid of chaos, of mess, she happily embraces it and creates beauty out of it every time.

Before, he knew how to hide tiniest stains and messes, inevitable small imperfections on his clothes, so he never looked improper.

Now, he unfortunately knows how Evan sounds when Barty is “finally putting his cheeky tongue in a good use”, though he wishes he didn’t know about those particular moments, he knows his two best friends love each other fiercely.

Before, he knew that it was some type of fault, liking athletes from his brother’s hidden sports magazine.

Now, he knows what fun is. Standing on the table singing, playing music loudly, he knows what genuine laughter, love and care means, when it doesn’t need to be hidden. He knows Sirius helps his heart just beat a little more confidently.

Before, he knew about Sirius’s love, though he knew it should have been hidden so it wouldn’t be taken away.

Now, he knows friendship, love, family, happiness, gentle care and near-pissing-his-pants laugh. He knows of sex, cheeky and filthy under the faint light of the moon, tender and slow under the just now risen sun. He knows art he creates, music he plays, rings he buys with his brother, books he discusses with his friends, devious plans he makes with them, laughs he has that fill his heart with joy. He knows his brother, his best friends, his girls, his book club, his secret keepers, advice givers and inside joke makers. He knows of his lover, of peace, of safety, of happiness.

Before, Regulus knew lack of light in everything. Now he knows how much bright light surrounds him everyday.

[kquil]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLE! @ellecdc

i hope you have the best birthday. you're such a dear friend and a wonderful person, and you deserve to be celebrated to the fullest! thank you for being born and for being my friend! thank you for being the person that you are, i and many others, i'm sure, adore you and wouldn't have you any other way ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

this is how i think the marauders would celebrate your birthday with you (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

my headcanon is that Sirius' love language is gift-giving so, of course, he's taking you on a shopping spree

everything is on him

he will buy everything you touch and look at so be careful

he loves spoiling you and says it's his 'thanks' for putting up with him but we know what's really going on  (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)  

this also gives him the perfect excuse to have you all to himself for, at least, an hour -- 'cheeky bastard' is what James calls him for this

naturally, the shopping spree/spoil session for Sirius ends soon enough but he still tries to steal you away from Remus and James while they're distracted

but James doesn't let that slide and easily catches up to steal you back

Remus has his struggles with money but that only means he's an excellent gift-giver

he's paid special attention to your interests and gives you the best, most personal gift for your birthday

so happy with your gift, you give him a big kiss on the cheek, enough for your lipstick to transfer

Remus can't stop grinning and has to hide his smirk behind his hand

it's because James and Sirius are immature and can't stop pouting at you for giving him a kiss and not them too...

'you just have to up your gift-giving game, like Remus, and you'll earn yourself a kiss' -- is what you tell them and makes them pout even more which makes you laugh

they started that morning by showing up at your doorstep, loudly singing Happy Birthday with balloons, party hats and confetti ready to shower over you

they deliberately sing off-key and grin ear to ear at your embarrassed self, still in your pyjamas when you open the door only to shake your head at them and try to hide your grin

you're embarrassed but can't walk away, they're too loveable to walk away from

when it's all over, one by one, they open their arms for a hug to which you awkwardly try to give them a side hug but they weren't having any of it

they pull you close and force you to hug them properly

Sirius: We deserve a proper hug, princess *kisses your nose*

Remus: We've earned a nice long hug and that's what we're getting *nuzzles and kisses the top of your head*

James: *completely ignores your attempt to not hug him properly* Happy birthday, pretty girl *kisses your temple*

they present you with a beach-themed, heart-shaped birthday cake and, while Remus gets the candles and Sirius prepares his lighter, James explains how they wanted to bake the cake themselves but ultimately decided that that wasn't the best idea

'thank god you decided not to, i like my birthday cakes edible,' you say and giggle when Sirius lets out a dramatic gasp of betrayal

Remus rolls his eyes and James just gets pouty -- but it's all in good fun

Sirius: Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ)

Remus: (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

James: (ಡ᎔ಡ)

Ending the day, the boys set up a bonfire at a place where there's a really good view and the boys make sure to take care of everything

But you won't sit still and keep trying to help them

They want to make sure you don't have to lift a single finger so James sits down and pulls you into his lap

he's never letting you go, not until Remus and Sirius have everything set up

you get fussy and make the excuse that you’re heavy

Sirius: *from a distance* LIES!

James: Heavy? what do you mean? *easily lifts you princess-style from his lap before setting you down and trapping you again*

Remus: *also from a distance* YEAH! YOU SHOW HER PRONGS!

you get embarrassed but then make the excuse of being sweaty and stinky from the trek up but James is unphased -- he's been in a men's locker room, he knows what real stink smells like

James smooshes his face into your neck and inhales deeply and exaggeratedly before giving the verdict -- 'you smell just fine to me, love. in fact, you smell divine~'

he wiggles his brows at you and you huff in defeat before wrapping your arms around him with a pout, James just laughs and the two of you appreciate the gorgeous view together

earlier, because Sirius and Remus prepare the bonfire, James insisted that he has to be the one to give your bouquet

the guys get a good barbeque cooking before roasting marshmallows and making smores

Remus is the first to start feeding you small bites before Sirius begins doing it too and so does James

by the end, when you're all full of good food and laughs, James sneaks off and returns with a stunning bouquet for you

James presents your bouquet on one knee just to be dramatic and get you flustered again

Remus does a toast dedicated to you and everyone claps with Sirius hooting in your honour

are you guys together or just really good friends? i'll leave that to you, darling (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

this is brought to you by one of my dearest and longest friends on here @somewereinthegalaxi or @thebestofoneshots Lilly has spoiled me so much with her love and generosity for my past birthdays, i'm taking a page out of her book now and spreading that same joy and love myself, she's an angel -- FROM NOW ON MY MOOTS ARE NOT SAFE FROM ME SPOILING THEM THE WAY I'VE BEEN SPOILED! (at least, the moots that i know the birthdays of (ಥ‿ಥ))

i have this scheduled to post at 00:00 on 10th November GMT time so I hope it gets to you okay and that you enjoy it! also, thank you for answering my questions (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎) -- you really helped me with completing my harmless side project hehe~

[labyrinthhofmymind]

some marauders christmas headcannons!

- sirius and regulus hate christmas. like. soooo much. they also buy the most expensive gifts (cause that’s what they saw as children) which the others appreciate but never know what to do with

- james fleamont potter on the other hand loves christmas almost as much as he loves his parents. you best believe he organised a friendsmas AND kris kringle AND gingerbread house making competition AND baked christmas cookies AND cut down a christmas tree all by himself (regulus was frothing at the mouth)

- remus doesn’t really care about christmas, but he loves being able to wear sweaters and drink hot chocolate and stay indoors and not be considered weird to do so

- lily and mary loveeee christmas. lily because it’s time spent with family and friends and mary because of all the shopping

- marlene only likes christmas if she’s with her friends. other than that she does. not. care.

- peter LOVES christmas. he grew up with james so he obviously has the christmas bug. he loves to bake absolutely EVERYTHING, and loves making very personal and handmade gifts for everyone. he is by far the best gift giver of the group cause he’s so thoughtful

[lexithwrites]

MORE MOONWATER HC PLEASE

Okie I’ll try and list some for ya:

- Remus is 6’3 and regulus is 5’9/10 so there’s still a decent height difference

- Regulus is quiet and angry looking and Remus is quiet and sad looking

- both autistic in different ways and like rosekiller go non verbal together

- hand squeezes to communicate different things

- neither of them are hyper sexual but they take their time when they do have sex

- both givers

- regulus loves wearing remus’ shirts and Remus tends to wear regulus’ jewellery a lot

- Remus got regulus into dnd and took him to game nights with the others so he could watch

- Remus also bought regulus his first ever dice set

- both obsessed with having their necks kissed

- have a date night once every two weeks (they love pottery painting, playing video games, reading together, and sometimes getting high together if they have weed on them)

- late night bike rides are a must

- Remus often carries regulus to bed because he falls asleep reading or watching a movie

- regulus is a night owl and Remus is an early bird

- Remus brings regulus breakfast in bed every Sunday from their local cafe

- regulus gives Remus massages go help with his joint pain

- both get jealous but regulus is more likely to call it out

- they prefer slow, deep, passionate sex to hard and fast (they like pulling each other apart and unraveling together)

- one of regulus’ biggest kinks is cockwarming and Remus does this whilst he reads so regulus can fall asleep

- remus’ biggest kink is just having regulus sit on his face for as long as he wants

- their pub drink orders are a cider or rum and coke (Remus) and wine or gin and lemonade or a vodka cranberry (regulus)

- they’ll leave parties early because they’re tired and want to nap

- Remus has a habit of rubbing his cheek against regulus’ like a dog and regulus will often hum if you rub his back, a little bit like a cat