#marauders writing prompt

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Jegulus Royal AU idea:

A "princess", who is actually a trans man Regulus, is supposed to be in an arranged marriage. He runs away, meets a group of outlaws who call themselves The Marauders, learns that one of them is his older brother who ran away earlier, joins them, ofc they are super accepting and supportive, and with time, Regulus falls in love with Sirius's best friend James. They get together and stuff, and later Regulus learns that James is actually also a prince (or like someone in high position, I don't know anything about titles, sorry), and he also ran away because he was supposed to be in an arranged marriage. After further inspection they find out that the two of them were supposed to get married to each other.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

[rudamaruda520]

imagine jegulus where James so desperately trying to put them in those painfully obvious "get together" scenarios but fails every bloody time

[in a motel]

James: so there's only one room available so we'll have to share... I sure hope it has two separate beds *crossing fingers*

Regulus: *opening the door* oh yeah, it does, don't you worry 😌

James: 🥲

[in a car]

James: a six-hour trip and just the two of us... I sure hope we don't bond over the long conversation that is ahead of us...

James: Right Reggie?

James: Reggie?

James: *looks at the passenger seat and sees Regulus sleeping with headphones in his ears*

James: 🥲

[in a club]

James: *hires a guy who is going to start aggressively hitting on Regulus so that he can swoop in like a knight on a white horse and save him from trouble*

James: *watches as Regulus flirts back and leaves with a guy hired by James (he probably shouldn't hire Barty for that)*

James: 🥲

[in a small space they "accidentally" locked themselves in]

James: Blimey... it could be hours before someone finds us here...

Regulus: Just a moment... aaaand I managed to unlock the door 🤓

James: Of course you did... 🥲

[oh-phoenixx]

"Discuss" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 415 words

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Regulus was not one to broadcast his insecurities. He liked to keep them all to himself, as if saying any of it would make it too real. Instead of communicating his insecurities with James, talking about his worries, he would drop them casually in conversation and then refuse to discuss it any further. 

Such as: “Well, we’ll probably break up once you leave Hogwarts and I’m still here.”

This one, however, James did not inquire about. At first, he didn’t recognise it as a fear of Regulus’s. He had assumed that Regulus was planning to dump James the second he started his seventh year. And if that was the case, James didn’t want to know. He was happy to have the rest of his last year and then, hopefully, all of that summer with his boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend was ready to leave him the second they were apart. James would take whatever Regulus was prepared to give, and if that was less than a year of a relationship, then James would have to deal with it. 

It wasn’t until two weeks later, when they were lying in bed, not two bodies but a tangle of limbs and a lot of tired, murmured words of adoration, that it came up at all. 

“I wish we could have this forever,” Regulus mumbled into James’s jaw.

“Why can’t we?” James frowned, so close to sleep and so unprepared to talk about losing the love of his life.

“You’re going to break up with me before my seventh year starts,” his boyfriend said, so matter-of-factly that only James would be able to hear the underlying sadness in his tone. 

Ignoring the way his body protested in its exhaustion, James forced himself to turn in Regulus’s arms, pulling back enough to look down at the boy, whose eyes were barely open and whose lips were downturned very slightly. 

“I’m not going to break up with you, love.” James squeezed Regulus’s waist gently as he spoke, wanting his attention.

When Regulus only hummed in response, not entirely convinced, James moved his hands to cup his face. “Reg. Look at me. I’m not going to break up with you.”

And though it was Regulus who was being consoled, James felt as though his own body was much lighter than it had been at any point over the last few weeks.

Maybe they both had trouble voicing their worries. They would work on it. They had time. Neither was going anywhere.

[imheredisappointingmyparents]

James: *writes in Hindi "Will you let me marry your brother?" on piece of paper and gives the note to Reggie* Reg: What's that? James: It means "Did you like your dinner?". You know, we had Indian dinner and I'm teaching you Hind... You can take it and show off to Padfoot. Reg:Ooo, right * goes * Look, look. New sentence. Sirius: What does it mean? Reg: "Did you like your dinner?" Sirius: Yeah, I did. James: Write it down, Padfoot. Sirius, laughing: *writes "Yes" and signs* James: I HAVE THE CONTRACT SIGNED!

[ecstarry]

Regulus: I didn’t know what you wanted so I ordered you a gin

James: Are you trying to seduce me?

Regulus: I’m trying to sedate you

[ultravioletbrit]

“murder” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 312 words

“I want a crow.” Regulus announces as he passes the last of a joint back to James.

Regulus and James were bored. It’s a Sunday night, they don’t have any classes tomorrow, all their friends are busy, and James had a joint left over from the party last weekend.

One thing led to another and now Regulus is lying on his back on the floor with his hands in the air. He interlocks his thumbs and is flapping his hands like a bird.

“You want a what?” James giggles from where he’s lying on the couch.

“A crow.” Regulus repeats. “You know… like the bird.” He flaps his hands in James’ direction for emphasis.

“Why do you want a crow?”

“Because they’re really smart and if you’re going to get a bird, you should definitely get a crow.” Regulus tells him.

“Who said I wanted to get a bird?” James asks.

“I did! Right now. Aren’t you listening?” Regulus drops his hands and rolls on his side to look at James.

“Sorry, love. I thought you wanted a crow.” James smiles at him.

“We should both get crows. We should get a whole murder of crows!” Regulus says excitedly as he crawls towards the couch.

“You want to murder the crows?” James asks with wide eyes.

“No, silly, that’s what a group of crows is called.” Regulus giggles and climbs up on the couch to snuggle in beside James. “We should get a whole group of crows, and we can feed them, and they’ll bring us little gifts.” Regulus yawns and cuddles even closer to James.

“Will they, now?” James says sweetly and wraps his arms around Regulus.

“Yup. That’s what they do.” Regulus says but his words are slurred with sleep and his breathing evens out almost immediately.

James squeezes Regulus one more time before he also falls asleep and has a very weird dream about crows.

[writing-chats]

your playlist guide 101 (writers, readers, etc.)

note: credits go to (ofc) the original artists + compilers

emotional sad

last time together

waiting for the one who doesn't come

pov. heartbroken mermaid

slowly losing grip on reality

fight scenes

instrumental music for writing and fighting

you call it revenge, i call it returning a favour

all thrones come at a cost

comfort

a hogwarts comfort

you're studying with the dead poets society

and suddenly, we were strangers again

before sunrise

tension

realising we're living in a dystopian reality

you built an empire on the streets of birmingham in the 1920s

a little more dark academia

fine, make me your villain (darkling)

pleasingly dancing for your hot enemy in a private room

cool

it's 1998 and you're drifting through tokyo

among all the stars and infinite galaxies, how lucky am i to have met you

we're just used to this already (honkai star rail)

the playlist finds the cool kids

it's an old money summer at your house in europe

all my demons dance through the nighttime

office wave 1986

lost nostalgic

maybe in another life

what it feels like to be a memory

it's summer again, the days are blurring and the nights are sleepless

calm

lost in space

you exist for a reason (dreamcore)

a dreamlike peace

quiet autumn days

the calm before the storm

time periods

"it was not your fault but mine" greek mythology playlist

1920s

1940s

1950s

1970s (marauders)

1980s

1990s (supermodel)

[dearggntlereader]

Nr.14 Kissing under the Guise of a Mistletoe ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Mattheo Riddle x reader CW: picture does not represent the readers looks, i tried a bit of my old writing style so please give me some feedback

“Come on,” Mattheo drawls, his voice low and teasing as he drops his head onto the table beside you, his dark curls brushing against your arm. “Just one. It won’t kill you.”

The corner of your mouth twitches, betraying the sharp glare you aim at him. It only fuels the smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m working,” you say firmly, trying to ignore how his dark eyes are roaming your face.

“Exactly. You’ve been working for hours. One little kiss won’t derail your masterpiece.” His smirk deepens as he props his chin in his hand, gaze now shamelessly wandering over your features, catching on your lips.

You raise a brow, glancing at him with a soft smile. “Like it ever stops at one kiss with you.”

Mattheo groans dramatically, letting his forehead thunk against the table. “You’re impossible.”

He sits up slightly, eyes narrowing in mock frustration, though you can see the amusement dancing there.

Without warning, his hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him just as your pen hovers over the parchment. “Careful, love,” he murmurs, voice dipping into that soft, velvety tone that always makes your heart flutter. “Wouldn’t want to smudge all that hard work.”

You exhale sharply, but the tension melts from your shoulders as his warmth embraces you. He presses feather-light kisses to your shoulder, pecking your skin softly.

His nose brushes against your neck as he buries his face there, his breath hot against your skin. It’s a far cry from the Mattheo Riddle everyone else knows- sharp-edged, untouchable and rude. 

here, he’s all softness and warmth, even if his teasing and smirk stay in place.

A few quiet moments pass, the silence filled with nothing but the sound of shared breaths and the occasional sound of his lips on your skin.

Then, his fingers move across the back of your neck to your hair.

“What do you do with this?” he murmurs, his voice soft and quiet, as he twists a strand around his finger. “It’s so soft, it’s unfair.”

“Matheo,” you warn, but there’s no bite to it, and he knows it.

“Sorry,” he says, though the grin laced in his tone makes it clear he’s anything but. He presses another kiss to your neck, then one near your jaw.

Something flickers above your head, startled, you glance up to find a floating mistletoe, glowing faintly in the dark light.

Your mouth falls open as you shoot him an incredulous look. “Are you serious?”

His lips curl into a grin, wider than his usual smirk, almost boyish in its brightness. Like he’s trying so hard to stay cool but his happiness overwhelmed him. 

“Deadly.” He tilts his head, feigning innocence. “I didn’t make the rules, darling. It’s tradition.”

You press your lips together, fighting the laugh threatening to spill out. “Mattheo-”

“Shh,” he interrupts, brushing a knuckle along your cheek with that hidden gentleness. “No need for words. Just kiss me, and I’ll graciously grant you ten whole minutes of uninterrupted work. Maybe fifteen, if it’s a really good one.”

You bite back a grin, rolling your eyes at his antics, but the warmth in his gaze and the faint blush dusting his cheeks make it impossible to say no.

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[ttroubledwaters]

police officer james potter following a lead on the crazy stalker killer with his partner regulus black who only applied for the job because he fell in love with James after stalking him for the last couple months (regulus IS the crazy stalker killer they're following if that wasn't obvious.)

[mischievous-thunder]

[randommmthoughts]

Wolfstar - "He is just my friend" stage

Remus meets the others again after the vacation, starting sixth year. Sirius has spent his holiday at James'. He is in his very muggle clothes, his parents would die when they saw him. Very tight, leather jeans, boots, crop top. Fucking sexy. Leather jacket. Makes him look very cool. Long, curly waves of hair, neatly applied eyeliner, pretty. And he has piercings now, three earrings in each ear, a helix in one of them too. Went full out. Remus quite frankly does not know what to do or say. Luckily, Sirius is also quite stunned because Remus is so tall now and damn that's hot. And that new scar across his nose must have hurt but that makes him even more handsome. And where has the lanky man gone and who was this hunk?

[dear-theodosia22]

James was not prepared for this conversation to happen now.

It had all started so innocently with James asking Sirius about their potions homework.

From there it devolved into other topics as is their other conversations they've had before.

Until eventually it landed here

"Well?" Sirius asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm, I'm not.. really sure mate..." James replied albeit nervously.

"Well you've gotta know I've seen you recently"

" But I... don't wanna make you upset?" James said, ending with a more question-like response.

" Are you asking me or telling me? Why would it make me mad?" Sirius smirked blowing a piece of hair from his makeshift bun made with his wand

" Erm... telling you?"

"Oh, Prongs you sweet lovely innocent boy, Tell me"

James' eyebrow furrowed, he already knew his answer but he didn't wanna upset anyone. He was beginning to get frustrated.

At that moment the dorm door swung open, revealing Remus and Peter back from the kitchens, their hands piled with snacks and sweets for them all to enjoy

Remus took one look at Sirius and James and turned right back around.

Peter chuckled to himself and left some snacks in the dorm before leaving.

" Good luck lads, hope your friendship with each other can withstand whatever this is"

Sirius looked at Peter before giving James a puzzled glance before going back to their conversation

Sirius cleared his throat, "I think, you already have your answer"

James nervously nodded, his throat bobbing.

"Well I mean your crush can't be too bad. Not like it's Mulciber or Merlin forbid, Snivelus" Sirius says, obviously to crack the tension but having the opposite affect

"What, why would I want to shag them? That's like me wanting to shag your brother" James awkwardly replies with a slight crack to his voice.

Sirius' eyes narrow, turning into every bit the Black Heir as he was trained to be.

"It's Reggie isn't it?" Sirius snides coldy, no longer joking.

James starts to fear for his life.

" Do you love him?"

"Yes, I do"

" Will you do whatever is necessary for him?"

" Erm.... Yes?"

" Even murder?"

" Yes" James replied, because if he's ever been sure of anything in his life it's this.

Sirius takes a deep breath, then smiles all joyful and friendly. " Welcome to the family Prongs!"

"Wha-what, that's it?"

" Yup you've officially passed the Black family test!" Sirius grinned.

" The old croon may have been insane and wrong about nearly everything, but shockingly not that. Though technically she never came up with that." Sirius ponders for a minute but then shrugs as if it was a brief thought.

James wanted to act confused but after years of being Sirius' friend he's used to the Black family dramatics.

Doesn't make it any better to deal with though.

[rudamaruda520]

it's always character A "fell first", character B "fell harder",

but what about:

character A "fell", character B "laughed at them"

[oh-phoenixx]

"Purple" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 405 words

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Regulus loved his boyfriend with his entire heart. Really, he did. But James could not sit still for the life of him. 

Regulus had been too busy for a proper date, so James suggested that they study in the library together. However, James’s version of studying seemed quite different from Regulus’s. For example, Regulus had his nose buried in Advanced Potion-Making, doing research for his Potions essay; James, on the other hand, was reading something called Spider-Man that a muggleborn in his year had brought him. He kept trying to show Regulus how cool it was, as neither had heard of a “comic” before then. 

After finishing the comic, James sat back with a sigh, periodically letting out bored groans, which Regulus ignored for as long as he could. 

James groaned once again and Regulus couldn’t do it anymore. “What do you want, James?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m so bored, Reggie,” James whined. 

Regulus rolled his eyes and got a pen out of his bag, handing it to James along with a piece of parchment. “Draw something.”

This seemed to work, and Regulus got back to his reading. After a few minutes, though, James grabbed his arm gently and Regulus felt something cold dragging along his skin. His head snapped towards James’s hands, finding that he was doodling on Regulus’s arm. His first instinct was to protest, to pull his arm away and snap at James. But seeing the happy look on James’s face (and realising that, at last, Regulus was provided the silence that he needed), he let him continue with a sigh. 

By the time Regulus had finished with his reading and had made all the necessary notes to complete his essay, the entirety of his arm was covered in purple ink; suns, stars, stick-men, James’s own initials (with hearts all around them, of course), and other little doodles coating his skin. 

“Bit arrogant of you to put your initials all over my arm, don’t you think?” Regulus pointed out with no real conviction. He would have those initials tattooed if James wanted. 

James just shrugged, kissing his arm gently and then taking his bag for him as they stood up. “You can wash it off if you like.”

They left the library hand in hand. Regulus didn’t wash the ink away, and was actually quite upset when it came off in the shower. At least he knew how to shut James up now.

[harrysdracon]

drarry but its just them denying they're obsessed...oh wait that's canon