#canon compliant marauders

[moon-meteor-star-sun]

Sirius: Does she make you laugh?

Remus: She doesn’t make me cry.

[labyrinthhofmymind]

a snippet of marylene from my fic! (labyrinth_ofmymind on ao3)

Marlene’s face is lost in Mary’s hair.

“This is nice.” She whispers softly, her fingers curling around Mary’s brown locks. Mary smiles, because it is nice, this, them, what they’re doing right now. It’s been so long since they’ve let themselves be together like this.

“Yeah.” Is all Mary says back, her speech slurred and soft. She finds she’s unable to adequately express how happy she is right now with words. She would much rather just kiss Marlene again.

Because even in the midst of a war, where death and darkness constantly loom at their doorstep, Mary has Marlene, and she’s found that that is more than enough for her.

“You know… we should talk about this. Us.” Marlene says eventually, her head still pressed into Mary’s hair like she’s attempting to hide away from the world. Mary lets her. She not so secretly wishes she could do the same.

“I know. But not right now. Let’s just enjoy this.” Is what Mary replies with. It’s what she always replies with, or something along the lines of that. ‘Let’s not talk about this right now Marls’, or ‘There’s nothing to talk about’ or ‘This doesn’t mean anything anyways’ or ‘I want this but I don’t want what comes next’.

That last one is only said in her head though.

She hates herself for always saying it. For always saying ‘later’ or ‘not right now’. She never lets them talk about it, talk about them. Truthfully, she likes to live in a pretend fantasy where nothing else is real and the only people that do exist are her and Marlene in this bed. It’s much nicer that way.

Marlene doesn’t say anything in response to Mary, and she doesn’t have to. They both know what that means. They both know that Mary isn’t ready. But hey, it’s ok. They’ve got time. In fact, they’ve got all the time in the world. They have time to figure this, and them, out. They have time to build a life and future together in the way they want. And Mary has time to get her shit together and learn to let Marlene in.

She has time. Marlene has time. They have time, together.

Marlene dies three days later.

*nervously posts this like i have snipers to my head*

[alltoounwellll]

wolfstar fanfic is either the longest slow burn ever or they lock eyes for 1 second and decide immediately that they are soulmates

there is no in between

[loonyloopylupin96]

Sirius, who's been dwelling in caves and eating rats for several months, can finally come out of hiding.

He turns up at Remus', and finds it in an absolute state.

Remus, who's having to make the most of a year's wages and to make it last as far as it can, is beyond frugal he's... he's got nothing - just enough to survive. The same book, front page curled beyond recognition because he doesn't want to waste money buying any more, a small bed as the only furniture because it can serve as a seat during the day, the kitchen is the most kitted out place, and even that only has a leaking sink and a hob. Besides that, nothing.

Sirius would rather be in Azkaban than back in his parents' house, but... needs must. He's got the keys. Albus mentioned wanting something for the Order. And Remus... well shit, he could certainly use something with heating.

So, the door to Grimmauld Place is opened again.

What was so bad about where Remus was living that Sirius moved to Grimmauld Place within the space of zero books?

[woefulstar]

is this a safe space to admit that i chickened out of reading choices when i saw the canon compliant tag?

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

“Were you jealous, then?”

“Why would we be jealous? He’s just a bookworm who thinks himself better than us just because he made Prefect!”

“Is he not allowed to?”

Startled, George and Fred exchanged a confused look. “Is he not…?”

“When you win a Quidditch game, don’t you celebrate the win and receive compliments for it? If you do something nice, don’t you want everybody else to know about it? What about your best pranks? Don’t they make you want to boast? So what makes your accomplishments better than his? Is that just because its yours, and not his?”

In Medio Stat Virtus - Lacertae

[ttroubledwaters]

i see canon compliant fics and I genuinely crash out. not because its bad but because WHY must you remind me they're all dead what the fuck

[silent-storms-posts]

Since I got back into the Marauders recently, I noticed a huge shift from what the fandom used to be.

(Yeah I am one of those ‘back in the old days’ people.)

Well essentially I noticed a huge shift into focusing on Slytherin canon Death Eater characters and erasing their backgrounds and characters and just making them one dimensional dolls and then making them kiss each other. Essentially there is not character development just new romantic relationships.

I think it is a disservice to ourselves and to writing and fanon for characters to be limited by sexuality and romantic relationships.

Taking Regulus for example (one of the most, imo, fleshed out least fleshed out character). He is a year younger than Sirius (canonically), so where does the difference in ideology between them come from (Sirius was against his family from the train ride). If we are switching canon to make it so that Regulus was only pretending to agree with his family, then what do we reason for him to become a DE (Walburga and Orion weren’t and not all DE’s were marked). If we are taking that away then is that even Regulus anymore or an OC.

What I am trying to say is that Regulus exists as a character, and by changing critical aspects of him (naive, obsessive, possessive and malleable) just to make him fit a ship we effectively change Regulus to Reggie and at that point it would be better to just create an OC so that actual Regulus is there for canon compliant (even tertiary) exploration.

(Before someone says ‘why don’t you just make your own headcanons and let people do what they want’ I want to remind that we work in a community and the popular hcs are what I personally have to interact with even if I don’t want to)

If you disagree please feel free to interact in a calm and civil manner :)

[not-rab]

singer au where lily evans is just chappell roan

[bartyism]

honest work. regulus black.

regulus is dead and it is now up to you to defend his honor.

reposted from my old account.

warnings: canon compliant death

pairing: past regulus black x fem!reader

Regulus never told you he was leaving, he never told you his plans. You woke up in a cold, dark, empty room with no one lying beside you. The sheets on his side of the bed were freezing and had been kicked off the bed haphazardly. The night before had been rough, you had ended up arguing over everything you were missing out on while seeking refuge inside the house that was given to Regulus as a graduation gift. His involvement with the Dark Lord had done immense damage to your relationship but it was held together by his promises – promises that things were not as they seemed. 

In return, you had lost your job but, most importantly, your friends who had become family because of your predicament. They were never accepting of your relationship. The younger version of you that got yourself into this mess was naive. You were a sixteen-year-old chasing a forbidden love. Now, as an almost nineteen-year-old, you were in far too deep. Everything that was part of you, or what you owned, was dedicated to and also owned by Regulus. There was no you without him, once everyone else had turned their back on you.

The deepest parts of you still loved Regulus, of course. Your skin begged for his touch and your brain urged to see him and hear his voice. But, he did not align with your beliefs. Any chance of change he had shown in your Hogwarts years had been ripped to shreds the minute you graduated. But, you never left. You had lost everything, and you refused to lose him, too.

Beside you, placed gently on the pillow your lover used every night, was a rolled-up parchment. Your heart sunk at the sight, mind racing.

Unrolling it, you felt bile work its way up your throat as you began to read it.

“Y/n,

I apologize for leaving so abruptly. Sometimes, when the moment is right, you must not let anything stop you. I need you to believe every word I say.

I have found something that may put an end to all of this – this war that I know has put a strain on us, especially your well-being. I never meant for things to become this way.

He has created an object that makes him... stronger than the average mortal. I know where it is located and hopefully, I will destroy it. I know I am being vague, but I swear it is for your protection.

I do not know if or when I will return. I need you to promise me that you will move on, worse comes to worst. The thought of you in pain over my decision pains me more than anything I could face on this journey. My last thoughts will be of only you. I am still as in love with you as I was the first day we met, but I regret infiltrating your life with my poor choices.

With all of my love,

R.A.B.

Please burn after reading.”

Your body shook as you clutched the parchment to your chest. You knew Regulus would not be returning, or else he wouldn’t have left this letter. You would never hold or kiss him again, never have him inside you again. You would never smell his cologne throughout the house or bury your nose in his hair again. 

After the initial comedown from reading the letter, your thoughts were jumbled: had Regulus told the truth? Was he lying when he promised things weren’t as they seemed? The letter seemed to confirm his claims, but what if it was just another lie?

Standing up on shaky legs, you made your way to the desk that Regulus spent many nights hunched over. You began writing a letter to Sirius about Regulus’ death, but you left out all of the parts regarding why it happened. You didn’t think about how Sirius may react. You never expected a letter in return just a few days later, asking you to meet him.

You should’ve expected that James and Remus would also be accompanying him. What you thought would be a deep conversation about Regulus quickly turned into an interrogation. The men in front of you wasted no time with pleasantries, immediately diving into what Sirius had said they would be coming for. “He died during a mission-,” you started. You were cut off by Sirius, who had grown tired of you struggling to find the right words to say.

“Stop telling me that he died! I want to know how,” Sirius demanded. You shook your head and looked down.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Sirius, when I’m not quite sure myself.” you spit out, still not lifting your head to look at him. “He left me a letter. That is all I know and even that didn’t explain much.”

“A letter? So he left, presumably on a mission, and got himself killed doing it. Bloody idiot, if only he’d grown a backbone-,” Sirius started but was interrupted.

“You are so ignorant, Sirius. You know nothing about him and what he was doing. He wasn’t the boy you left behind in that house, he changed. But, you? You’re still an entitled dickhead. You can’t think for one minute that maybe, just maybe, your brother looked up to you. He wanted to escape, too, but he never had the resources you did. He didn’t have loving friends that he could run to. You don’t get it, Sirius, you don’t know how badly he wanted out of there after you left. I am not going to sit here and listen to you when Regulus died to help your cause,” you said. You started crying again and covered your face with your hands. 

The three men in front of you glanced at each other. For once in his life, Sirius didn’t know what to say. Instead, James spoke up. “He died for our cause? What’d you mean by that?”

“He didn’t tell me everything, even asked that I burn the letter after I read it. But, he mentioned something about Voldemort being stronger than mortals and that he knew how to stop him from being so. I figured that if anyone deserved to know now that he’s gone, it would be you.”

You silently prayed to the Gods that Regulus wasn’t frowning down upon you right now. You had gone directly against his dying wish, but you knew this secret couldn’t die with him. Others needed to know that Regulus Black did not die as a cowardly supporter of Voldemort.

“Could you give us a moment?” Sirius asked, turning towards James and Remus. The two boys nodded and got up from the table, finding something else to do. Sirius couldn’t meet your eye, instead focusing his gaze on his clasped hands. “Could you tell me more about him?” he whispered.

You stared at him, shocked. “He was angry at you, but not because of your beliefs. He was heartbroken that you left him in that house, but as we got older, he was even angrier at himself for being angry at you.” Sirius ducked his head even lower and you stopped yourself from reaching out and putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Regulus and I had talked about starting a family. If we had a son, he wanted to give him the middle name ‘Sirius’. We spent a lot of nights talking about our future, in hopes of getting the chance to even have one.” You choked on your tears before continuing, “One of his promises to me was that when everything settled down, he would try to reconnect with you.”

“But, I never even attempted to give him a chance,” Sirius trailed off. You nodded, stoically. You weren’t going to show pity on him. Consumed by your grief, you couldn’t imagine that Sirius was capable of feeling an ounce of what you felt. He had turned his back on Regulus while you did everything to keep him in one piece. Sirius knew nothing. “What else did he promise you?”

You sighed, slouching in your seat faintly. “He promised that we would get married. Part of that promise was that he’d have reconnected with you by then. You’d be at the wedding. He also promised that we would get rid of Grimmauld Place since that place is full of terrible memories. Now, with everyone being dead other than you, it’s yours.” You had to pause before you continued. Sirius looked as though he had been presented with the worst news of his life.

“You were always his older brother. He loved you, Sirius.” You picked up a tissue and tried to rid your face of the tears. Exhaustion had taken its toll on you and you hung your head. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure how much more I can say right now. I haven’t gotten to grieve yet, you know,” you mumbled. Sirius nodded and twisted the rings on his finger, showing his nerves.

You stood up to leave the table, not sure how to end the conversation, but Sirius reached out and grabbed your wrist. “If you ever get overwhelmed being in that house, you can stay at mine. I’m not there much these days, anyway,” he said. 

“As kind as that is, I don’t think I can part with it just yet.”

Six months later, you sat in front of a grave – one that read “Regulus Arcturus Black.” You had asked for a special inscription on it, “A loved partner and brother.”

It was hard for you to come to his grave, mainly because there was never a body to bury. The first time you came and arranged a small selection of flowers, it felt like you were lying to yourself. Surely, Regulus wasn’t dead? How could you be proclaimed dead when there was no body? You knew you weren’t making sense – Kreature had confirmed Regulus’s death. That was all the proof you needed.

However, as you sit facing his grave today, you finally feel as though his presence is there with you. “I wish things would’ve gone differently, but I’m sure you did, too.” A light laugh slipped from your mouth and you looked at the flowers that had rotted since the last time you were there.

“I miss you every day, Reg. Every morning, I still reach for you. Your office is the same as the day you left it. I can’t bring myself to change anything that was once yours, in fear that I’ll forget the small things about you. I can’t move your opened book on the symbolism of thestrals, or flip the page from the one you left it on. Every once in a while, I find a piece of your clothing that managed to escape the wash – I can’t bring myself to wash them because they still smell like you.” A few tears slipped from your eyes as you spoke. You absentmindedly plucked the wilted flowers from the ground, tossing them somewhere behind you.

“I still love you like I would have if you were here with me. Sirius has started to come around, too. Your death has finally set into him. He regrets how things went,” you mumbled. The wind picked up, sending chills down your spine. Regulus’s hands were always cold, leaving you to almost imagine it was him embracing you.

“This war will end one day, darling. When it does, I will make sure you are remembered for who you really were. I love you,” you said.

[moutainrusing]

afterlife

544 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

Hands intertwined, they died. Remus and his best friend. Tonks and her partner-in-crime.

Bodies intertwined, they were pulled into a bone-crushing hug with James and his soulmate. Lily and the love of her life.

When Remus stepped back, he met the eyes of Sirius.

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek, staring Remus right back. Remus had married his cousin, once-removed, who was much younger than he was, but still of age, and honestly, it should be completely fine, but Sirius felt like he should say something. He didn’t know what. Remus was his friend, wasn’t he? He should make sure that Remus’s wife was above and beyond, someone Remus deserved and more. Remus deserved everything and more. Remus was everything and more.

Tonks was his cousin. She was brilliant, and probably acceptable enough. It was hard to find someone suitable enough for Remus, because he deserved perfection, but Sirius supposed that Tonks cut it.

After all, she was his cousin. Oh, he was supposed to make sure his cousin married someone amazing too. His cousin did deserve the best. Remus was the best. Even better than the best. He approved of Remus as a husband very much. This couple was acceptable.

With his gaze never leaving Remus’s face, Sirius seized him and pulled him into a long, strictly platonic and brotherly embrace.

They were very much friends. After all, friends always wanted to hug each other all the time. Into the crook of Remus’s neck, he grinned, “So, couldn’t survive more than two years without me, huh?”

That was when his cousin interrupted. Really, Sirius loved Dora. Except, he was having a very brotherly moment with Remus, alright? She cut into their hug and teased, “He couldn’t survive without you at all, Sirius.”

Sirius beamed, “Really?”

Remus shook his head fondly. “I am not stroking your ego.”

“But you don’t need to. You missed me.”

“Of course I did, old friend.”

James snorted. Lily burst out laughing. Tonks sighed.

“So… even in the afterlife, they still have no clue,” James muttered.

“It’s okay,” Tonks nodded optimistically. “They have eternity to figure it out now.”

“Not if they firmly believe they’re brothers,” Lily rolled her eyes. “Honestly, James, this is your fault. You literally convinced them that Marauders were only brothers.”

Tonks gasped, turning to pin an accusing finger to James’s chest, “You did what?!”

“Don’t blame me!” James held his hands in surrender. He narrowed his eyes at Tonks, “You literally married Remus! You’re the one who has stunted his emotional growth!”

“Pfft,” Tonks waved a dismissive hand. “We only married ‘cause sometimes best friends do that. And sometimes they fuck.”

“That’s true,” Lily agreed sagely. “Mary and I had a healthy friends-with-benefits relationship.”

James whipped his head to face her. “What?!”

Lily fondly closed his gaping mouth. “Don’t lie, I know that you and Sirius got yourselves drunkenly married and had to file an annulment.”

“That was a secret!” James burst out. He moped, “It was supposed to be Remus and Sirius.”

All three turned to face Remus and Sirius, who were both smiling at each other, hugging at random intervals while they finished each other’s sentences.

All three face-palmed, groaned, and went to annoy Regulus because they could not with this.

[labyrinthhofmymind]

chapter 19 of my mary macdonald/emmary fic is out!!!! i wrote so much yesterday guys i’m very excited about later chapters hehehehe

[g3othermal3scapism]

i think all marauders fans should take every character as their own little doll to customize and play with and project on to and everyone’s should be different. it should be like your avatar in a game or something that u get to show off to mutual fans like ‘mine looks like this :3 urs looks like that?? omg thats so fun’ like they should work like OCs. we are all just playing pretend here and i think we should embrace that

[loonyloopylupin96]

[wolves-and-stars]

Beginner's Guide to Wolfstar (Long Fics)

(here's a list of my top 10 favorite long fics ranging from 259k to 59k words)

Momentum by children_of_the_shadows (ao3) 259k

If you have to ready any canon compliant (mostly) marauders through the years fic, this is the one, Children_of_the_shadows is one of the best writers ever, Top 3 fic authors.

2. Text Talk by merlywhirls (ao3) 141k

Everyone knows text talk, it's basically wolfstar bible, Non Magic AU where the boys meet by accidently texting the wrong number.

3. Time is a Fine Invention by bluepeony (ao3) 105k

Brilliant university non magic au, with the most imperfect and human characterization of both Remus and Sirius, read it if only to humanize the both of them and their relationship. Insecurity in a relationship and Coming of age and all the thoughts accompanying it are perfectly described in this. so much foreshadowing if you read it carefully enough.

It'll make you hate and simultaneously empathize with both characters.

4. Slughorn's Sanitarium for Troubled Boys by MelloPie 65k

TW: discussion of mental health, SA, institutionalization, ab*use, s*icide, self h*rm.

Non-Magic AU, set in a mental institution, where both noys have to share a room. Its one of the first long fics i ever read, so maybe i have a soft spot for this one, and every other fic on this list.

5. The Lad That Loved You. by MollyMaryMarie (ao3) 81k

I've said this once and I'll say it again, mollymarymarie is one of the best writers out there, another top 3 author for me, all of her fics are amazing, obviously including dear you holiness, we can pretend, the only living boy in new york, i might have to do a separate recs list for that.

But, if you had to read just one, i would say The lad that loved you is the perfect one, set in their 6th or 7th year? of hogwarts, they hide their new relationship by acting like they hate each other, and let me tell you, they are exactly, perfectly themselves in this fic, and by that i mean exactly how i imagine them.

There is not one single thing about this fic that i would change. Perfection.

6. Discards by picascribit (ao3) 76k words

I can't make a fic rec without picascribit. Cure for nightmares changed my life. Non-magic AU, Remus meets Sirius in the library he goes to study at, real love isn't always perfect and doesn't involve perfect people, is what i've take away from this fic.

7. ten reasons (to go to michigan) by greyeyedmonster18 (ao3) 59k

Top 3 Fics. If you had to read any wolfstar fic, it would be this one. I've read 100's spanning from 2016 - till date, and this is the best one ive ever read.

Remus is newly divorced, and he meets Sirius Black.

If you've ever lost someone one and had to re-learn how to live without someone you never thought you would have to live without, this fic will encapsulate the gist of it in words.

In one of their notes the authors says something close to 'the hardest thing about losing someone is finding out that the earth keeps spinning and you have to keep living'

8. Dating Remus Lupin by Children_of_the_Shadows (ao3) 83k

Top 3 fics. I can't explain this fic in any words, the writing style is brilliant, the characterizations are unique and wonderful and perfect. Everything about this fic is brilliant.

Set in Year 5, Sirius Black wants a boyfriend and James tells him about the only other openly gay boy in in their year, it just happens to be Remus Lupin. Much to his disdain.

9. Remus Lupin's Guide to Successful Courting by Children_of_the_Shadows (ao3) 87k

Non Magic AU, Remus Lupin finds harry in his yard having escaped from school and return him back to Dr. Sirius Black, who's new to town and coincidently doesn't have an inkling about Remus's past, his eyes clear of any judgement are what make Remus fall for him and pursue him, court if you will.

I again cannot explain this fic. Children_of_the_shadows is the most talented writer, i will make a separate fic list for their other brilliant work.

10. Sex Pistol by ArtificialAorta (ffnet) 86k

Musicians AU, Remus is punk rock, Sirius is akin to the prince of pop, how can they not fall in love?

[siriusblack-the-third]

The Marauders: Pranks!

(in no particular order)

31st October, 1971 (First Year): the idiots somehow managed to get Peeves on their side and messed with the feast. Additives to the food had the entire castle running towards the bathrooms. The pipes were clogged for weeks afterwards. They served detention for the entirety of the duration.

31st January, 1973 (Second Year): Sirius tricked the gargoyle that protected the headmaster's study, got into his library and took several rare tomes. Dumbledore only realised when Sirius marched into his office two weeks later and dropped 14 books onto his table, announcing, "I'll be borrowing your books frequently, thank you." Just for the sheer talent of getting through his protective spells, Dumbledore allowed him to do so. However, detention of two weeks was handed out for breaking and entering.

23rd September, 1976 (Sixth Year): everyone woke up to see that the 26ft bronze dragon statue atop the fountain in the courtyard vanished in the middle of the night. No-one has seen it since. Nobody knows where it is. However, every time James or Sirius pass by the fountain, a small smirk curves over their lips. On another (completely unrelated, of course) note, James has an exquisite new pen, made of bronze and covered in a beautiful, intricate dragon motif.

13 December, 1974 (Fourth Year): the entire castle just. Floated up into the air without a warning. Exactly 77 feet off the ground for 77 minutes. It took all four of them three months to hand carve runes into the perimeter of the castle, and before that it took all of August for Sirius to come up with the right rune sequence that would stick a timer to the magic. They didn't serve detention, only because the rune sequence was such a stroke of genius— fourth year students barely knew how to use single runes in magic, let alone sequences long enough to cover a perimeter.

12th May, 1977 (Sixth Year): any time someone touched a goblet, said goblet would turn into purple butterflies. Very pretty, but very frustrating when all you wanted was a drink after a hot day. It turned out that they had mixed a transfigurative potion into the dishwashing water, and McGonagall made James write a paper about his invention. Technically, he earned his Potions mastery before he got his N.E.W.T. results.

4th February, 1976 (Fifth Year): a vicious storm cloud hung over Hogwarts starting from the 4th all the way till the full moon, making it rain sleet and hail non-stop, 24 hours a day. Everything came to a standstill, including Quidditch (James had to be persuaded for this one). Under the pretense of a month-long detention, McGonagall and Flitwick sat Sirius and James down and had them explain the thought process that went into the spellwork— weather magic not only required obscene amounts of raw power, but the steps as well were notoriously difficult to execute.

21st December, 1977 (Seventh Year): at exactly 23 minutes after eleven at night, the entire castle got wrapped up in huge, terrifying thorny branches. They crawled through the hallways, spilled through windows, blocked the doors and crept over the suits of armour. Huge roses— about two feet in diameter— bloomed all over the castle, dark haunting pink in colour. Waking up in the morning was quite a shock for people when they found out the vines had grown literally everywhere and taken over the dorm rooms. The inspiration was Disney's animated Sleeping Beauty, and Flitwick and Babbling both gave the Marauders twenty-five points each for the creativity. They did serve four months of detention, though.

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WARNINGS

do NOT tag w*lfst*r or j*gul*s i mean it i will block you

I do not want anyone calling Sirius or James stupid

If you wanna argue with any of these, argue with the wall. These are headcanons, not reality. Chill.