#the blueprint to my marauders obsession

[aniwahstan]

Writing Wolfstar as the main ship after writing only Jegulus for a longtime is so FREEING bc the dynamic is so different and it feels damn good.

Anyways

Snippet from this dark academia / magical realism AU

(Smut below the cut)

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As if reading his mind, Sirius pulls Remus’ hand, wrenching his body in closer to him.

“I want you,” he finally resolves, meeting Remus’ eyes with an intensity of a storm breaking through the sky.

Remus starts to shake his head, fear and guilt sweeping in like a strong wind pulling leaves from dying trees. He stands, breaking their connection of hands. He rubs at the back of his neck, moving across the kitchen. He can hear Sirius pull a deep breath, thinking he’s going to be left suffering. Left reeling.

Remus stands at the barrier between the kitchen and the thin hall that leads deeper into his flat. He turns and leans in its doorway as Sirius waits by the kitchen island, his head hung before Remus’ voice snaps his attention up.

“Come on,” he says before turning down the hall, not giving himself or Sirius a chance to say more.

He waits just inside of his bedroom wall, arms crossed, the door still ajar as Sirius walks through. Sirius takes in the room with wide eyes. The large oil painting hung over a four-post wooden bed covered in cream-colored egyptian cotton. The centuries-old art strewn about. The eighteenth century trunk at the foot of the bed.

Sirius looks over at Remus and swallows.

“Get on the bed,” Remus says softly, but with a command that he knows Sirius will follow.

And he does. Like a perfect, obedient angel, he walks over and sits at the edge of the mattress. He places his hands in his lap, unknowingly offering his body in a way Remus rarely allows himself to want. Someone willing, eager, and compliant.

Remus moves toward Sirius, standing before him and towering over him as he sits quietly below him. He strokes his thumb up his cheek, his hand moving to his black hair. He pulls at the tie holding that perfect silky mess up and takes it out, letting his tangled waves fall. Sirius licks his lips in anticipation, and even that tiny act of want gives Remus quiet permission to continue.

He drops to his knees, tucking himself between Sirius’ legs. With both hands on Sirius’ thighs, he says the one thing he needs to say before they go any further.

“You tell me to stop, at any point, and it stops.”

A wry smirk makes its way to Sirius’ lips and Remus rises enough to kiss it away before gripping his jaw and forcing Sirus to look at him.

“Say you understand.”

The smirk turns to pressed lips, Sirius’ eyes’ narrowing. “I understand.”

Remus nods once and moves for Sirius’ belt, undoing everything and pulling his trousers and briefs down together so he can kick them off to the floor below. He places a soft kiss on Sirius thigh, a gentle hello. Even the brief contact of Remus mouth pulls a small sound from Sirius above him. The responsiveness lights Remus up from within, a long lost desire ripping to the surface so fast he has to actively work to keep it contained.

When he takes Sirius into his mouth, he revels in feeling the twitch and the hardness start to form against his tongue. Fingers immediately find his hair, gently pulling as he starts to undo the man in front of him.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius breathes out from above.

Remus risks one look up at Sirius through his eyelashes. Sirius’ mouth is parted, his eyes fixed between his legs. The absolute yearning Sirius is displaying in his tense stomach and rolling hips drives Remus to the brink of oblivion.

He’s so goddamn beautiful, and wanting. And Remus gives him every weapon in his arsenal. His mouth works Sirius over, soft and fast and warm. It only lasts a few minutes before the gentle tugging in his hair turns to a true, forceful pull. Remus is hauled from the floor. He stands as Sirius moves to undo his trousers, fingers slipping into the hem on his briefs and yanking them down as he stands on display and steps out of his clothing, kicking them away so fast they land on top of the trunk at the foot of the bed.

A sweet chuckle escapes from Sirius as he places his own teasing kiss on Remus’ hip bone. Sirius returns the favor, his height perfect to take Remus at an angle that has him hitting the back of Sirius throat with ease. Sirius gives almost better than he gets, if that’s even possible. He’s a force of nature, his nails digging into skin and his moans vibrating through Remus’ body.

The last hold Remus had on making this slow and careful slips away, the hum and buzz of their bodies melting into each other and creating a field of energy that has Remus pushing Sirius’ chest so his back is flat on the bed.

He crawls on, pulling Sirius’ jumper off his body and taking his own off with one knee on each side of Sirius’ waist. He tosses them on the other side of the bed, keeping Sirius pinned below him.

There’s a moment of hesitation, of shyness, as Sirius stares at the scar that runs from Remus’ chest to his navel. It’s brushed aside when Sirius sits up and runs his tongue along its route, his hands gripping into the dips of Remus’ hips as he travels down as far as he can from the odd angle. It’s unusual for Remus to feel revered like this. On the rare occasion he allows someone into his bed, he prefers to do the worshiping of his partner. Making sure every nook and corner of their body isn’t left untouched. Sirius Black seems to match him in this way, wanting to explore and discover and praise.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Sirius says as he pulls his mouth from Remus’ chest. It’s too much to respond to, so Remus topples over onto Sirius, pressing his weight into him and feeling their bodies slot into an easy connection. He can feel every inch of him below him, the friction starting to create blindspots in his vision. How long has it been since he’s done this?

[moskaisley]

tell me abt ur oc ezra rn im so intrigued

oAaaaaaAaA OKAY ABSOLUTELY

Ezra is a level 5 tiefling arcane trickster rogue!! I made them for a campaign that I started with my friends about a year ago, and I didn’t have much of a background for them other than ‘chaotic neutral cowboy with mullet’ like that was the blueprint that’s all I had in my character sheet LOL. i took a couple things from pinterest and ran with it 

they’re kind of a bastard! a snarky arrogant asshole! can outdrink you. smooth talker, a little bit of a slut, very good liar (high charisma), obsessed with theatrics, a little bit insane and kinda stupid (intelligence and wisdom are Very low). they’re one of those people that feel really easy to write off as reckless, stupid, morally bankrupt. and i think they do that on purpose. tragic edgy backstory below 

Ezra is their fathers name, actually.

He was a highly esteemed scholar and (much to the annoyance of his colleagues) a skilled sorcerer, enlisted into the king’s royal circle. Their mother, in her youth, was a dancer and stage actress. In the peak of their careers, they had a girl and named them Asteria.

After marriage and the birth of her child, she became a courtier and spent her days amongst other monarch wives and raising Asteria. As a result, they became well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as dance, music and theater. As a child, Asteria was charismatic, so much so that adults and other children alike noted their uncanny ability to charm people around them. They were overly imaginative and theatrical, and dreamed of being an actress just like their mother. Their favorite role to play was the dashing marauder who traveled the world fighting bandits and seeking treasure. They’d don their father’s old hunting hat and run around the amphitheater with a wooden rapier.

The Hanans were a line of extraordinary tieflings. Like his father before him, Ezra was adamant on distancing himself and his family from the unsavory stereotypes surrounding his family’s infernal heritage. Yet despite him and his wife’s efforts to be extraordinary, to break the mold, it was never enough. The guards in the king’s employ still kept a watchful eye over him during his work. The court women still gossiped about his wife. The other children still teased his young one in the schoolyard.

One day, he said to Asteria, “They will never see us past what we are.”

He always knew that it would only take one slip up, a single mistake to turn the others against him. Even then, the court’s betrayal still stung. Amidst rising trade tensions with the next kingdom over, Ezra pleaded for diplomacy, arguing that war would displace the city’s poorest citizens, which consisted of a large population of other tieflings. Accused of nepotism, Ezra challenged the rest of the court,

“Is it so wrong to preserve the lives of my brothers? Of others?”

A clergyman laughed, clapping his shoulder, “Ezra, my friend, we both know that their loss couldn’t equate to ours. What else could they have given than disease?”

That night, the enemy kingdom’s forces stormed the castle, and the king and a few of his court members were murdered in his sleep.In the wrong place and the wrong time, Ezra was the prime suspect, sentenced to death for the crime of deposition. Ophelia was no longer a court woman, and was reduced to a serf, indentured for the rest of her life. Asteria was 13. On the night before their father’s execution, when the rest of the palace was asleep, Ophelia pulled her child back through the servant’s entrance, pushing a bag of everything she could save of her family’s old life– the expensive things that weren’t seized.

“I love you. Don’t forget about us.”

Weaving through the thicket of the forest under the blanket of night, they stopped in a cave a few miles to the north. The summer storms were beginning to roll in. Digging through her bag for food, they found their father’s hat folded neatly at the bottom– the one that they’d use to play all those years ago.

In the distance, they hear a violent crack of lightning. The castle they’d escaped from is engulfed in flames. At that moment they knew, it was their father’s work. A final ‘fuck you’ to the the ones who abused him, and a final goodbye to his family. 

As the years pass, Asteria wanders aimless between realms, getting mixed up with all kinds of wrong people– bandits, mercenaries, outlaws. Yet throughout it all, they remain alone, never settling with one group for too long. On the rare occasion, they come across a good soul, one who offers to take them in and settle down. Sometimes they’re elders, lovers, or other tieflings. But no matter how kind their eyes seem, Asteria always disappears, moving forward without turning back.

Their current source of income comes in the form of bounty hunting and mercenary work. Though it comes with it’s own set of obstacles, it remains less dangerous and nefarious than drifting or thievery. They’ve built up quite the reputation over the past few years– the tiefling kid, the one in the stupid hat. New clients will come to them at the bar, contract in hand and demanding a name. They say the same thing every time.

“Ezra. My name is Ezra.”

In the quieter moments, usually late into the night, they’ll pull out their father’s old notes and study them late into the night, for magic is the last thing that remains of their family. In some distant dream, they see themselves just as powerful as their father was. A real sorcerer. A hopeful part in their heart believes that their mother is alive, and after slaying those who sentenced her father to death, they’d set her free and build her a house and give her a garden. 

But for now, they live contract to contract. Being exactly what everyone wants them to be. A merc. A rogue. A trickster. A tiefling. 

[bchanslvr]

🌹 — heyy!! i’d like a male marauders era ship please :)

— a fact about me would be that uh i procrastinate a lot yet somehow manage to get A’s?

— oh oh and i love the night sky and tea! astronomy is one of my favorite subjects and i could ramble about space for days <3 and tea is just really good,,, idk it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy dfjdk

— i’m currently investing in a nice collection of vinyl records bc i live for that aesthetic <33

— i also fantasize a lot about sneaking out of my home to do stupid shit with my friends :’)

— and and my lover teaching me how to play piano or dancing in a ballroom with them even though i literally cannot dance 💃‼️i need help this is far too unrealistic

— i am very very sarcastic and over the top dramatic lmao!!! i have not yet met someone who can top my dramatic flare ahaha, but when i do, just know that i’ll either fall in love or start a full on WAR.

congrats on reaching this beyond amazing milestone!! you are very very talented and i look forward to your future content :D <3

Hi! Thank you so much!!

🌹, ships - You are literally a blueprint of Sirius. He’s you as much as he is yours. The procrastination that’s him but he still does get A’s because he’s smart. He loves tea because he is a posh piece of shit, and come on. He’s literally named after a star, and he’s obsessed with them. Vinyl records collection he probably has a bunch, I will not take no for an answer. And you’d both probably compare who has the most and best vinyl’s. ‘i also fantasize a lot about sneaking out of my home to do stupid shit with my friends’ Your joking right? That’s literally him, but instead of fantasizing he actually does it. And being the rich pureblood he is and raised in such a family he probably learnt how to play the piano and probably took waltz and he’d love to teach you both. The most sarcastic of the sarcastic, he’s so dramatic too, that’s what makes half his personality. So yes I’m pretty sure you are soulmates with Sirius because you both have so much in common.