#party marauders

[maladaptivewriting]

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the golden king (WIP 144/160): jegulus, wolfstar, & drarry (playlist)

regulus black goes to school with the golden trio.

solar flare (WIP 22/?): jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, dorlene, & pandalily

a jegulus twilight au.

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Completed

salus excorio (M. 31k words): jegulus, wolfstar, & marylily

regulus is dying, all he wants is to spend his last few months alive with his brother

a memory stolen, a memory gained (E. 30k words): wolfstar

sirius loses his memories, his friends are confused.

one last party (before we meet our end) (M. 51k words): peter/barty

peter pettigrew and barty crouch jr. have to take care of a rapidly de-aging tom riddle after a ritual goes wrong.

scarlet oak (E. 10k words): jegulus

a centaur creature fic

a torment of themselves (E. 16k words): wolfstar

a veela sirius fic

white snakeroot (E. 42k words): wolfstar, jegulus

cowboy remus and vampire sirius

one shots

the moon dog (M. 3k words): wolfstar

remus decides to break sirius out of azkaban, despite his guilt

constant vigilance (E. 4k words): jegulus

CNC one-shot with auror/death eater roleplay

bottom of the inkwell (E. 4k words): wolfstar

slytherin remus + academic rivals to lovers fic

an omen of death (G. 6k words): regulus & sirius

canon compliant regulus black character study

sloppy seconds (E. 13k words): wolfstar

remus watches several men have sex with sirius

honey, don’t feed me (E. 8k words): jegulus

stalker james au

cosmic entanglement (E. 10k words): wolfstar

multiverse wolfstar

secrets, timelines, and missing boys (T. 5k words): marylily

let the right one in au

[tmcficfest]

Follow the Light Home by something_about_mothman

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

[daddiesdrarryy]

*7th Year Party*

Regulus: Okay, now this time, Potter, you’re going to lick the salt off my neck, do the shot, and then bite the lime, okay?

James: …

James: I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anything after lick

[kitsmittens]

[moonyfr]

"They can't all be gay that's unrealistic-"

Yes, bc teenage WIZARDS who can TURN INTO ANIMALS bc of their WEREWOLF friend whom they found in a school for MAGIC is very realistic. Right.

[theliliesofwatersedge]

*In a meeting with the Potters after a certain Gryffindor party*

McGonagall: *Sliding a photo across the table*

McGonagall: Do you have anything to say for this photo Mister Potter?

The Photograph in question: *Depicting the Gryffindor common room bedded out with empty firewhiskey bottles/Alice, Peter and Sirius passed out on the floor/Remus and Lily sharing a joint/Dorcas and Marlene making out against the wall/Frank, Mary and Pandora dancing and finally James in the centre of the common room with one fist in the air and another swung over Regulus’ should with a beer loosely hanging from his fingers as they kiss*

James: Thats not me.

Mcgonagall: Thats not you?

James: Nope...

[mikalilys]

Sometimes I get annoyed at this fandom and then something happens like gilderat and party and I’m reminded why I love it

[kristhething-blog]

Regulus: So I was thinking... How many times can a person touch you before you start reading into it?

Barty: touch you how?

Regulus: fleetingly... Like in passing... As in they are walking past you and happen to touch your arse a bit... But lightly, you know?

Evan: zero?!

Pandora: somewhere between one and seven...

Dorcas: Potter did what?

Regulus: It's a hypothetical question!

Dorcas: well, Potter's hand on your ass wasn't hypothetical. Go ask him out.

[therealbartyjr]

Maturing is realising that barely any of the marauders  era students met in the after life. Regulus’ soul was stuck in the cave. Sirius’ was stuck in the veil. Barty’s soul was with the dementors

[ultravioletbrit]

“desperate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 528 words

“traditions” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 12 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus sighs and slumps back in the booth across from Sirius.

“Stop moping.” Sirius tells him.

“I’m not moping.” He lies.

“You are moping.” Regulus just glares at him. “The Christmas Party is one of my favorite traditions and you moping about it is quickly becoming my least favorite tradition.”

“I’m not moping and it’s not a tradition.”

“You are. And this is the third year you’ve moped about not having a date, which officially makes it a tradition. But I’m putting a stop to it. I’m setting you up with one of my friends and you’re coming to the party this year.” Sirius takes out his phone.

“You will not.” Regulus says adamantly.

“It’s fine.” Sirius waves him off and starts typing. “James doesn’t have a date either and we’re all going as a big group, but this way if people start to couple off you and James won’t be left alone.”

“I’m not having my big brother set me up on a date. Doesn’t that sound a bit desperate?” Regulus rolls his eyes.  

“You are desperate, Reggie.” Sirius sends him a matching eyeroll.

“I am not.” Regulus slumps back again. After a few seconds he adds, “Which one is James, again?”

“Tall, glasses, crazy hair.” Sirius describes.

“The one with the sexy abs?” Regulus asks, sitting up a bit.

“Eww. Do not call his abs sexy. And when have you even seen his abs?” Sirius makes a disgusted face.

“I saw a picture of you and three guys at the beach. Lupin, a shorter guy and a tall guy with sexy abs.” Regulus smiles.

“Ewww. Stop saying that.” Sirius looks down when his phone vibrates. “Ewww. Ewwww.” He looks even more disgusted.

“What?” Regulus asks, but Sirius is too busy pretending to gag to answer. “Sirius, what?” Still not getting an answer, Regulus reaches across the table and grabs his phone and when he looks at the text, both his eyebrows fly up. “He thinks I’m gorgeous?” Regulus questions and then smirks as he continues to read.

“Stop smirking.” Sirius scolds him. “Regulus, stop smirking. That is not a compliment.” He says and grabs his phone back.

“When a guy with sexy abs tells you, you have a slutty waist, it’s always a compliment.” Regulus’ smirk grows.

“It is not. And he didn’t tell you. He told me, which is disgusting.” Sirius starts aggressively typing. “You. Are. Disgusting.” He says as he types it.

“I changed my mind. Set me up.” Regulus tells him.  

“What?” He shrieks. “No! I am not setting you up! This was a horrible idea. You two should never even meet. I don’t know what I was thinking. This is a terrible…” Sirius continues to ramble as Regulus sends a text.

“It’s fine. I’ll just text him myself.” Regulus dismisses Sirius’ spiral.

“What?!” Sirius shrieks again. “You can’t. You don’t have his number.” Sirius says with a smug look.

“No. But Lupin does. And he thinks we’re really going to hit it off.” Regulus holds out his phone to show Sirius a text from Remus and a shared contact.    

“What?!?” Sirius shrieks a third time.

“Sirius, will you stop doing that? People are starting to stare.” Regulus says casually as he saves James’ number.   

[maladaptivewriting]

something_about_mothman and i always do solid research and planning for our fic about barty crouch jr and peter pettigrew falling in love and raising baby tom riddle

[xxedenizawesomexx]

Peter Pettigrew core

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

shy reader who really just wants to lie down on the couch with james, but remmy and sirius are over

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you for requesting ♡ fem!reader

"It's, like, exploding eyeliner or something. Every time I use it I look like I've cried my eyes out," Sirius says. 

You linger behind the doorway, hands curled into your shirt behind your back. James, your boyfriend, is lying down on the sofa. You'd been sitting with him until you needed to use the bathroom, and while you were gone his friends came home. 

You can't complain —it's their house, not yours. But you don't know what to do now.

"I thought you changed to pencil," James says, stretching like a cat in the sun, the firm lines of his chest rippling. You're shy, but you can't lie to yourself. James is a catch.  "Like, the kohl stuff." 

"It's hard to put on."

"And take off," Remus says, having splayed beside Sirius on the single armchair. 

Sirius pulls Remus' thigh further into his lap. "So I decided against it for Remus' sake." He must have a better sixth sense than the other two, turning in the chair to smile at you. "Hey, doll. You okay?" 

"I–" You beg yourself not to stammer. "M'okay. How are you?" 

James beckons for you to come in as Remus answers, "Don't ask him, he'll never stop complaining." 

You obey James' ask and try to sit where you'd been before at his feet, but he catches your waist and pulls you down. Your back across his hips, his arm over your stomach, it isn't intimate in the dirty sense but intimate all the same. Your cheeks catch fire instantaneously. 

"I'm quite good, actually," Sirius says. 

"Yeah?" You sound ridiculous. "What about you, Remus? Did you, um, did you finish your new chapter?" 

Remus grins at your remembering. James' hand squeezes approvingly, clearly pleased as well as Remus delves into an explanation of why his novel seems to have stagnated. Your stiff as a rod despite James' nice handling while you listen. You want to lie down with him, your eyes heavy, the light outside fading as the boys talk, but appearances hold you back, even as Remus dissolves into Sirius side like wet paper and kips. 

"You okay?" James asks, hand climbing up to just below your chest. "Lie down with me." 

"I don't want to be, you know, rude," you whisper.

James doesn't laugh nor tease you. "It's not rude, lovely, this is my house, and you're welcome to do what you like when you're here." He's whispering too, careful not to talk louder than the TV. "If you want to lie down, you can. He won't care, and it's not rude. I'll cover you up like a blanket anyway." 

James sits up a little and pulls you gently to his front. You put your legs up next to his and lay back, giving in to the lul of his warm skin seeping through your shirt, the coiled muscled of his forearm where he squeezes you up tight to his chest. 

Sirius looks over at the movement. "We're just cushions, mate," he says to James, grinning. 

James kisses the side of your head with palpable pride. "That's all I was made to be," he says happily. 

[gender-thief2]

now look i don’t wanna ship that rarepair…

BUT THE PARASITES WANT ME TO SHIP THAT RAREPAIR

[curiouslymyown]

pre-transition Regulus Black listening to beautiful boy and crying