#drunk marauders

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Established Relationship

@wolfstarmicrofic May 20, word count 546

“Godric, I love you,” Sirius moaned into Remus’s ear as he clambered onto his lap in the booth they sat at with their friends in the three broomsticks. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Marlene burst out, grabbing the back of Sirius’s robes. “It is too early for sappy Sirius to make an appearance. I am not sitting next to you speaking sweet nothing's into Remus’s ear at full volume because you can't figure out whispering when I am this sober.” Sirius reached over and pushed a glass of something that smelled like paint stripper in front of Marlene. 

“Then hurry up and get drunk, so I can make out with my boyfriend.”

An hour later, they were all a bit worse for wear and Sirius had somehow lost his shirt. He couldn’t even see it. He turned his bleary head to look behind him and found himself eye to eye with Dorcas. She was sitting on Marlene’s lap, giggling as she whispered something into Marlene’s ear and stroked her fingers up and down Marlene’s arm. Marlene had her hand splayed across Dorcas’s thigh, the tips of her fingers disappearing up her short skirt. 

“Oi,” Sirius complained. “If I can’t be soppy,"

“I said sappy,” Marlene corrected. 

“Whatever,” Sirius stuck out his tongue. “Either way, if I can’t be, then neither can you.”

“Oh hush, we’re nowhere near as bad as you two when you get going.” Marlene scoffed. Sirius turned to grin wickedly at Remus, who stole a kiss from his boyfriend and winked at him before he took another sip of his drink. 

“I don’t think you can chastise us, Marlene, when James and Lily are at the same table. Together, the four of them looked across the booth. James’s glasses were hanging on for dear life from one ear. His hair was completely upright and looked hilarious and Lily, like Sirius, and Dorcas, was sitting on her lover's lap. She had her hands fully pushed under James’s jumper and pressed into his chest. 

Sirius grimaced, he was almost certain he’d just seen James’s tongue pushing against the inside of Lily’s cheek. 

“There isn’t enough alcohol in Hogsmeade for me to sit here with that going on. Fancy a stroll, my love?” He asked Remus. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” Remus replied, gathering their things, Sirius’s shirt magically reappearing. He threw down a few Galleons and they made their escape. 

“Hey! Wait for us!” Marlene cried out and raced across the pub and out the door, dragging Dorcas behind her. James and Lily were blissfully unaware that they’d been ditched. 

Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius and Sirius snuggled in close to his warmth. 

“Shall we head back to the dorm while James is otherwise engaged? There’s something I want to try.” Remus had that look in his eye that drove Sirius wild. 

“Bye guys,” He called over his shoulder as he allowed Remus to lead him towards the edge of the village. He was so lucky to have Remus in his life. He felt so loved and wanted in a way even James couldn’t give him. Why did the castle have to be so far away? He wanted to know what Remus had planned. Whatever it was, he knew it would be fun. It always was.

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

James, drunk: MOONY! I PROUD YOU

Remus, also drunk: AWWWW THANK YOU PRONGS, I PROUD YOU TOO🥹

Sirius, surprisingly sober: WHAT ABOUT ME?!

Peter, very drunk: DONT WORRY PADS! I PROUD YOU, SO SO SO PROUD YOU!!

Sirius, starts tearing up: AWWW! thank you wormtail, I proud you too, so proud you!

[ecstarry]

regulus being an absolute menace when drunk, he has never heard of personal space, not with james. there is nothing that will stand between him and his man. like clingy does not cut it, he is fully attempting to climb james every chance he gets but james loves this so much, he's happy to be a tree for reg to climb, his lap's only purpose is to be a seat for reg and he does not need his hands for anything other than touching his boyfriend all the fucking time

[the-original-gays]

James, drunk: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?!

Stranger: What does he look like?

James, bursting into tears: BEAUTIFUL!

[courfee]

felt the need to jegulusify two posts i came across

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

james potter’s OG Hoes™️ (some of them ain’t loyal)

close ups and the sketch bc i like it a lot:

[we-r-loonies]

james: i wasn't even that drunk! i was barely tipsy!

regulus: sweetheart, you sent me a voice message and got upset when i didnt say "i love you" back.

[ultravioletbrit]

“defend” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 346 words

James is watching a movie when the flat door opens and a very drunk Barty stumbles in. He makes it about three steps then leans against the wall and slides to the floor.

“Hey, Barty…” James greets as he’s getting up from the couch.

Barty mumbles something incoherent then closes his eyes as Evan walks in the door. Evan is not nearly as drunk as Barty, which is good because he is supporting a very drunk Regulus. Once they’re inside, Regulus stumbles towards James and Evan goes to Barty.

“You are completely pissed, love.” James states the obvious as he steadies Regulus.

“In his defense, he—" Evan starts.

“You don’t need to defend me.” Regulus whirls around to look at Evan petulantly, then turns back to face James. “He doesn’t need to defend me. I was playing the James Potter drinking game!” Regulus says proudly with a dopey grin.

“The James Potter drinking game?” James asks slowly. But Regulus doesn’t answer, he’s just tilting his head and curiously staring at James. James chuckles a bit and looks over Regulus’ shoulder to Evan.

“Any time anything reminded him—" Evan starts to explain but Regulus cuts him off excitedly.

“Any time anything reminded me of James Potter, I took a shot!” Regulus keeps staring at James. 

“Oh... that sounds...” James looks back to Evan, nervously.

“Yeah, we switched him to water shots after about eight minutes because we didn’t want him to get alcohol poisoning.”

“Ya know?” Regulus chimes back in. “You kinda remind me of James Potter.” He tells James, poking his cheek. “Barty! Get me a shot! This guy reminds me of James Potter! … Except you are not as handsome as James Potter.”

“Oh, I’m not?” James asks Regulus while guiding him to their bedroom. Evan is dragging Barty towards the couch and just grunts when James says good night.

“No. You are not.” Regulus continues. “James Potter is the handsomest… Most handsome? … Handsomest?” Regulus looks up at James for the answer.

“I’m not sure, love.” James says, fondly amused.

“James Potter would know. James Potter is the most smartest.”

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[del-stars]

”platonic prongsfoot” they’ve been inside each other

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Spirit

@wolfstarmicrofic October 20, word count 509

“Come on, Moony, get this down you!” Sirius bounded across the Potter’s garden where the Marauders had taken refuge from the party James’s parents had thrown while they were back for the Christmas Holidays. Remus had come out of the crowded house after being caught up in a conversation with Uncle Albert about his grandmother's ghoul and how it used to keep him up when he stayed at hers. Remus had been rescued by Monty, and he’d run out of the house. Sirius held up the bottle, and Remus glugged down a mouthful. It was some type of spirit that burned on the way down.

“Fuck!” He wheezed, suddenly breathless. He looked down at the bottle. Firewhisky. “That’s not bad actually,” He huffed, taking another good swig of the fiery drink. 

“Looked like you needed it mate,” James clapped him on the back. “Sorry about Uncle A, he gets a bit carried away,” 

“No worries your dad took care of it,” Remus grinned.

“At least they won’t find us out here for a while,” Peter said happily from his spot on the edge of one of Effie’s raised flowerbeds. 

“Privacy wards,” Sirius supplied while Peter took a tentative sip from the firewhisky bottle. 

They spent the next few hours passing the bottle around and making their way from the piles of nibbles they kept summoning from the dining room. 

“Boys, it’s time to come in,” Effie called from the backdoor. They were all far too drunk to be the polite young gentlemen they were meant to be saying goodbyes to all the guests. Remus looked down at Sirius, whose head was resting in his lap, he was fast asleep. 

“Boys!” Effie called again. 

“Me and Pete will take this one for the team,” James grinned, clapping Remus on the back as he trotted across the grass with a swaying, slightly green-looking Peter following behind. “Try and get him upstairs into bed if you can,” James called over his shoulder. 

“Sirius,” Remus whispered gently, stroking the curls off of Sirius’s face. Sirius stirred. “Sirius, it’s time for bed,” Sirius whined and rolled over, burying his head deeper into Remus’s lap. “Sirius,” Remus laughed. “Come on,” He tried to pull Sirius up into a sitting position. With a lot of effort, he finally came, but before Remus could haul him to his feet, Sirius slid onto his lap and kissed him. “Sirius,” Remus whispered quietly when the kiss ended, needing Sirius to realise who he’d kissed. 

“Moony,” Sirius sighed and sunk into another sweet kiss. Remus kissed him back, earning a deep moan from the boy he’d held a torch for for over four years. “Come on, let’s get to bed before the others come back out to help,” Sirius grinned, sounding more sober than Remus had thought he was and stood offering his hand to Remus. Remus rolled his eyes but took it and couldn’t help the blush that covered his face when Sirius led him by the hand back into the house and up the stairs without saying goodnight. 

[royalthorned]

i need evan to be a bouncer at a club and for a drugged, drunken barty to mistake him as an angel

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

*marauders drunk after a party*

Remus: *points at Sirius* who the fuck is that?!?

James: *gasps* ITS SATAN

Peter: *grabs his wand and a twig and makes a cross* BeNikOpHGRETF! AWAY SATAN!

Sirius: *starts crying* yOu DoNt wAnT mE HeRe?!

Peter, feeling bad: Oh no! I'm sorry, don't go away Satan. I didn't mean it.

James: *also feels bad* yeah! Come join us!!

Remus: ...you know, my boyfriend looks just like you...must be a coincidence. *Shrugs*

[icedcoffeebabyy]

“but it’s not canon” name one thing in this fandom that’s canon…i’ll wait.

[moonjunflower]

Drunk wolfstar doodle (remus is a sad drunk)

[padfoot-lupin77]

*sees a girl with heavy eyeliner*

My brain: oooh marlene mckinnon core

*sees a Queen/Bowie vinyl*

My brain: Sirius Black vibes!!!

*sees strawberry cupcakes*

My brain: so Lily Evans coded!!

*sees a rat*

My brain: PETER?????