#protective!marauders

[moonstruckme]

I would love if you wrote something with poly!marauders and they just being so protective over reader. Like maybe they’re at a party and one always has to have a hand on her and just like always holding her drink and watching out for her 🥲 maybe reader doesn’t even notice it because it’s so normal until someone else points it out

Thanks for requesting!

cw: alcohol

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 733 words

“Rem,” you nose at your boyfriend’s cheek. “Sip, please?”

Remus pauses his conversation to pass you your cup. You drink out of it for a moment, but the second it’s lowered from your lips he’s reclaiming it, fingers curled over the rim to keep the top safely covered with his palm. 

“He’s so paranoid,” you complain to Sirius, who’s got his own hand wrapped around your thigh and is kneading the doughy flesh absentmindedly. “Where do you suppose James has run off to?”

Sirius takes a languid sip of his own drink, eyes skimming over the faces in the room. “M’not sure, darling. Kitchen, maybe? Oi!” He glares at John Leedy in the corner. “Your girlfriend know you’re looking at other tits like that, Leedy?”

John goes scarlet, and Remus looks up to scowl at him too as Sirius stands, offering you a hand.

“C’mon, babe, let’s go find him. Moons, we’re going to find James.” Remus nods, still holding your drink as he resumes chatting with the others. 

Sirius slings an arm around your shoulders as you walk, casting noxious looks at John over your shoulder the entire way. In the kitchen, you find James sitting on the counter surrounded by half-empty bottles of alcohol and mixers. He’s deep in conversation with Lily and Mary, but his attention swings to the two of you as soon as you enter, his loose, easy grin brightening. 

Mary sees it and turns around to find the source, calling you over. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all night,” she says, hugging you. “Want me to make you a drink?”

You nod eagerly, but James seizes up the booze before Mary can get to it. “No way, heavy-hand,” he teases, holding it out of her reach. “I saw you make your own, it’s at least half rum. I’ve gotcha, sweetheart.” He turns to you with an angelic smile. “What’ll you have?” 

You give Mary an apologetic shrug before batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. “A rum and coke, please.” 

“Coming up, pretty girl.”

Mary watches his pour skeptically, and Lily scoffs when he puts down the bottle, reaching for the coke. “Okay, that was maybe a teaspoon of rum,” she says. “Think you guys could let her off her leash long enough to have some fun every once and awhile?” 

“She’s having fun,” Sirius argues, gripping you around the hips to lift you onto the counter beside James. He pushes up between your legs, giving you a dazzling smile. “Aren’t you, babydoll?”

Laughter bubbles readily out of your alcohol-lubricated throat, and you clench your thighs around Sirius’ middle, giving him a good squeeze. “Whaddya mean, my leash?” you ask Lily. 

“I’m just saying, maybe the reason we haven’t seen you all night is because these ones—” She slaps at Sirius’ hand where it roves the curve of your hip, and he pulls it back with a wounded look. “—won’t keep their hands off you long enough to let you go anywhere.” 

“Nobody’s stopping her from going where she pleases,” James says. “We’re just keeping an eye on her, making sure she can have fun without anybody bothering her or giving her alcohol poisoning.” He sticks his tongue at the other two girls as he finishes your drink, giving the cup a good swirl to ensure it’s all mixed up, but when he turns to pass it to you, he’s all sweetness. “You don’t mind, do you lovie?” 

You take a sip. It’s syrupy sweet and biteless on your tongue. “No,” you say into James’ warm brown eyes, “I don’t mind.” 

“She’s been hypnotized.” Mary throws up her hands, but she’s smiling. “There’s no hope for her now, they’ve got her in their thrall.” 

You laugh, and James grins at the sound, leaning down to press the tip of his nose to yours. “You agree with them, hm? You think we’ve got you hypnotized?”

You press your lips to his, a lightning quick kiss that has your teeth clacking together from your mirrored smiles, and a denial is on the tip of your tongue before Sirius’ hand, the one on the opposite side of you from Lily and Mary, slips beneath your leg. His fingers roam wickedly over skin no one can see, nails just barely grazing your soft inner thigh. 

You swallow, words lost to you, and Sirius grins.

“I’ll take that for a yes.”

[regeditt]

James: i'm so tired of listening to sirius and moony hooking up

Peter: i'm so tired of listening to you and regulus hooking up

James: don't talk about my regulus like that

Peter: no, i meant, in the sense that-

James: it's awfully quiet over on your bed, isn't it?

Peter: ...

Peter: now that was just cruel

[severussnapemylove]

(Looking at a list of Order members names)

Y/N; “Wait, for real? (looks at Sirius) Sirius Orion Black? Your initials are S.O.B? So you’re a son of a bitch by name and by nature.”

Severus; (chokes on his drink)

[y0url0verb0y]

*The Marauders in the great hall for dinner*

James: ...

Sirius: ...

Remus looking between the two: ...

Peter: uh soooo how bout that quidd-

Remus: PETER SHH

Sirius slamming his fork down: you mean the quidditch match where prongs KISSED my BROTHER after SLYTHERIN won?!?!

Remus: ...

Peter: ...

James: ...

James mumbling: it's not that deep-

Sirius standing up: not that deep?!?! NOT THAT DEEP?!?! Hold my motherfucking earrings moony

James: -insert loud girly scream-

meanwhile at the slytherin table

Barty and Evan: -laughing uncontrollably-

Regulus hiding his face: ...I hate them both

[my-castles-crumbling]

Reblog if James Potter

[stareggie]

regulus: who hurt you?

james: do you want a list?

regulus: actually, yes.

[ultravioletbrit]

“adore” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 453 words

Regulus is sitting in the library trying very hard not to roll his eyes for a fifth time at a girl that just cannot take a hint and will not leave him alone.

“Your presentation was just so good. I love how passionate you are. And I adore all the witty comments you make.” The girl annoyingly swoons then places her hand on his forearm. “Not to mention how classy you always dress; it makes you look so sophisticated up there.”

“Yes, okay, thank you.” Regulus pulls his arm away. “I really need to get back to work, so can you please leave?” Regulus asks her bluntly. 

“Right. Wouldn’t want to distract you." She winks. "I’ll just talk to you later.” Regulus can no longer suppress his eye roll as the girl stands and finally walks away. 

As soon as she’s out of the chair, James very quickly slides into it and pulls it closer to Regulus.

“I just love your passion, I adore your wit, you’re so classy.” James mocks in a high-pitched voice adding an eye roll of his own. “What was that about?” He grumbles and crosses his arms.   

“I gave a shitty speech on a topic I hate and made snarky comments the whole way through. And she apparently thinks I’m a genius.” Regulus deadpans then turns sideways to face James with a smirk. “Why? Jealous, Potter?”

“That some girl was blatantly flirting with you for the last ten minutes? Yeah, I’m a little jealous.” James pouts.

“Do I need to remind you of the multiple reasons there’s absolutely no need to be jealous of her?”

“No.” James huffs. “I just don’t like other people running their hands all over you.”

“She put her hand on my arm. You’re acting like she put it down my trousers.”

“I am not.” James scoffs.

“James.” Regulus tilts his head to the side.

“Fine. I might be overreacting a little.”

Regulus raises an unconvinced eyebrow, and James rolls his eyes and slumps down in the chair.

“Is she still looking?” Regulus asks.

“Yes. Obviously.” James answers without needing to check.

“Good.” Regulus grabs James’ shirt and pulls him in for a heated kiss. “Better?”

“Hmm.” James hums and leans back towards Regulus. “Just a little more.”

James kisses him again and slides his hand around Regulus’ waist before slipping his fingers under the waistband of his trousers.

“James.” Regulus pulls his hand away. “Do not put your hand down my trousers. We’re still in the library.” Regulus scolds him with no real heat as he quickly packs up his things.

“Can I do it when we get home?” James smirks.

“Yes.” Regulus tries to hide his smile.

“Are we go home right now?” James raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

[villain-crown]

Regulus, when James asks him out: I don’t get any nicer than this and some of my needs aren’t easily met.

James, texting Remus later: If he meets my parents on Friday, I can propose on Saturday, and spend all of Sunday absolutely railing him.

James: Looks like I have weekend plans ❤️❤️❤️

Remus, giving up: you know what? RIP when Sirius finds out what you’re doing, but you honestly will deserve it.

[outromoony]

"But it's not canon that Sirius was abused by his parents—" Let me stop you right there because I don’t know what your definition of child abuse is, but this definitely qualifies as abuse.

Sirius talking to Harry about Regulus and how he was constantly reminded that Regulus was a better son than him:

Walburga's portrait yelling terrible things at Sirius. If she's saying these things to him while dead, I can't imagine what she said while alive:

Kreacher (who hated Sirius since he was a kid because he was "hard work" for his Mistress) repeating things Walburga used to say to Sirius:

We also have this official article from Pottermore where they compare Harry and Sirius, confirming that Sirius had a miserable childhood and was hated by his mother:

And of course, the fact that he had to run away from that house at 16 and was disinherited (which is also child abuse). The mere fact that Sirius said he hated the lot of them and that being back at Grimmauld Place was something he never thought he would do—and that he hated it—is enough to understand the situation.

[chasingthestarss]

Regulus: How does the look? *spins to show off outfit

Sirius: Horrible wear something else.

Regulus: oh… I thought this was nice.

Remus: Sirius, he is 22 you can’t make him change because his shorts are short.

Sirius: I can to! My baby brother will not be showing off all of his goods!

Regulus: So I look fine? This is just protective older brother shit?

Sirius: I guess…

Regulus: I’ll change, you’re right, only James gets to see me look this good.

Sirius: that made it worse.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely! could i pretty please get a blueberry muffin (part 2) with this fic:

https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/727381518213857280/not-sure-if-youre-taking-requests-buttttt

thank you!! 🫶🫶

Thanks for requesting <3

part 1

cw: concussion, vomit mention, maybeee some d/s dynamics? in the soft sense though

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 812 words

You’ve forgotten your sandwich again. It stays suspended in the air, halfway between your mouth and your plate, while you stare at the coffee table like there’s a riddle in the scratches on the wood. 

“Sweetheart,” Sirius prompts you. You look over at him, lost, and he nods to your sandwich. “Are you full?” 

“Oh.” You shake your head. “No.” 

You take another bite and press your lips together hard as you chew. Sirius worries you might cry again. It’s been on and off tears since they nabbed you from Marlene’s and if your aim was to cut through Sirius’ anger about you going when you shouldn’t have, you’ve done it thoroughly. He feels like he’s being cleaved open with each one that rolls down your cheek. 

“Does the paracetamol feel like it’s working?” Remus asks you. 

You nod, swallowing. 

Remus repositions himself in the arm chair, propping his chin on his hand with a sigh. James stops midway between the bathroom and the sitting room, his hair wet from the shower. 

“Uh oh,” he says. “Are we talking?” 

“We’re talking,” Remus confirms. 

James makes a face but sits down. His knee immediately begins bouncing. 

As ready as Sirius was to tear into you earlier, he feels for you too. You look into your lap as you pull the sleeves of Remus’ jumper over your fingers, waiting for someone to start. 

“Dove,” Remus sounds exhausted with this already, “you knew why going to that party was a bad idea for you.” 

“Yeah,” you say quietly. 

“Then why did you?” 

You’re picking apart the knit of Remus’ sleeve. Sirius takes your hands in his, stopping you. Your eyes linger on them. “It’s Marlene’s birthday,” you say. “She’s my friend.” 

“She is your friend, angel,” James says gently. “Do you think she really would have cared if you’d missed her party if she knew how awful it was for you to be there?” 

You look like you’re chewing the inside of your lip. “It wasn’t awful.” 

“You got sick on the drive home,” Sirius reminds you. Okay, it’s possible he’s still a little angry. “Do you mean to tell me that was the result of you having a good time?” 

He immediately feels like shit when your expression twinges painfully. 

“I know you wanted to be there for Marlene,” Remus cuts in, “and to make her happy, but I don’t think it was worth making yourself miserable.” His voice is calm. Sirius doesn’t know how he does it; Remus was the most upset when they learned you’d gone to the party, but somehow he manages to keep his tone gentle, his expression kind as he talks you through the fallacies in your own reasoning. “You need to be more considerate of yourself, dove.” 

“You are a considerate person,” James says. “We love that about you, sweetheart. You’re kind, and you’re always thinking about everyone else, it’s just that sometimes you think about them too much. Marlene getting to see you at her party, versus you getting the rest you need to keep your concussion from getting worse…” He mimes a scale with his hands, making a face. “It’s not a very fair trade-off, yeah?” 

You nod but don’t speak. Your eyes are on your lap, and when Sirius dips his head to try and see you better, your lips are a harsh, tortured line. He squeezes your hands. 

“Yeah,” you say, your voice thin. 

Remus makes a soft sound, reaching for you. “Come here, babydove.” 

You join him in his chair and Sirius sees his boyfriend’s worry finally dissipating as he mushes brief, ardent kisses into your hair. James smiles softly. 

“You’re alright,” Remus promises, voice muffled from how his lips are stuck to your head. He rubs up and down your back firmly while you hide your face in his chest. “We just want you to understand. So you don’t do it again.” 

“I know.” Your voice sounds fragmented, and it’s like ice picks through Sirius’ chest. “Sorry, it’s not you guys, I just—” You take a stilted breath. James moves to perch on the arm of Remus’ chair so he can squeeze your shoulder. “I just really don’t feel well.” 

“Oh, I know.” Remus rests his forehead on top of yours. “I’m sorry.” 

“Do you feel like you could be sick again, baby?” Sirius asks. When you shake your head, he stands. “Then let’s go to bed, yeah? Do you feel sufficiently lectured?” 

Your shoulders give a little shake, and though he already suspects it’s from laughter, James’ grin confirms it. 

“Do you want us to keep Remus away from you?” James teases, giving your shoulder another squeeze. “Would that make you feel better?” 

“Yes,” you say, while winding your arms around Remus’ waist. 

Remus doesn’t even feign offense. Only cups the back of your head and mushes another kiss into your hair.

[lavender-000]

*in the library*

Regulus: Jamie

James: yes reg?

Regulus: is my face helping you with the potions homework?

James: not really no

Regulus finally looks up from his own work but before he can respond James gives him a look causing the words to get stuck in his throat

James: I'll probably fail but at least I learned about the way your eyebrows furrow when youre struggling on a question, the ways your eyes move gracefully reading over the words of the book, the way pieces of hair fall onto your face and all I want to do is reach and brush it back.

Regulus beginning to blush responded with a quite pathetic 'fuck you potter' truly, going back to his roots.

He shields his face away trying to hide his reddening face. To his failure however, James gently grabs his chin making him look up into those beautiful brown eyes. For a moment they sit there, a pile of abandoned books on the table. For a moment it's just them, Regulus Black and James Potter. An unusual pair who complete each other. Pair who know that there's no going back-

Sirius who suddenly came into existence: JAMES FLEMONT POTTER YOU BROTHER FUCKER!

Just like that their moment was gone replaced with James looking like a deer in the headlights (ironic) and Sirius looking as dramatic as ever. Their love however, remains, it will always remain in every universe, every world, until they grow old it will just be Regulus and James together.

[adharastarlight]

Jegulus being forbidden love but honestly its just Sirius being dramatic, will always have a place in my heart

[mydeadgaywizards]

Regulus: *constantly makes fun of/insults Sirius and James*

Also Regulus: *will beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make fun of or insult Sirius and James*

[likeprongstostars]

thank the marauders or i wouldn't learn how to draw animals otherwise

[my-castles-crumbling]

dreamless sleep - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 175

Sirius Black didn't know what it was like to sleep without nightmares until he was sixteen.

Until, late one night in their fifth year, he and Remus both fell asleep on the couch, too tired from the essay they'd been writing to move upstairs.

It was a mistake. Neither of them had meant to. And yet, when Sirius awoke so early the next morning that the greyish-blue light of dawn still shone through the windows, he was confused.

He was not on his bed.

Instead, he was laying on a firm, warm chest, inhaling the scent of chocolate and spices and safety. Enveloped in the feeling of something distinctly calm.

Remus's arms were around him.

Hardly daring to move, Sirius only sank deeper into the heavy weight of the arms, relishing in the feeling of being so protected and loved.

It was the first time ever he'd experienced a dreamless sleep.

Closing his eyes, Sirius chose to stay where he was. He would worry about what he was feeling later. For now, he was warm.