#the marauders

[prongsinrevolt]

behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group

[my-castles-crumbling]

mother - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 353

“I had an interesting talk with your mother today.”

James, who had been sitting in the garden of the Potter home, minding his own business, looked around to see Regulus walking toward him.

“Whatever she said is dead wrong. Senile, that woman is,” he joked, smiling softly as Regulus joined him on the bench he was inhabiting.

“Yeah? She’s wrong to say you’ve been talking a lot about me, then?” Regulus asked, raising his eyebrows and giving James a searching look.

“Er…depends on how you feel about it,” the older boy said honestly, chuckling at the way the Slytherin rolled his eyes. 

“Potter, she said you called yourself my boyfriend.”

The statement was met with quiet, as James tried to think of a way to get out of this one. Yes, he and Regulus had never explicitly defined what they were to each other, but since they’d begun whatever this was…James had only ever thought of himself as belonging to Regulus. There was no other option. 

“I…sorry,” he murmured, avoiding the younger boy’s eyes. “I know we never said. I just…I really like you, Reg. And I was so worried about you, alone at Grimmauld, I think my feelings got all messed up in my brain, and–”

But he was cut off and a small, cold, sinfully soft hand guided his chin, and suddenly, his lips were captured in a gentle kiss. All of the oxygen left his lungs as he lost himself in the intoxicating feeling of Regulus.

“Fuck,” he mumbled when the younger boy pulled back a few seconds later.

“Next time you want to make a relationship-changing decision, let me know, yeah? Because if I find out through your Mum that we’re engaged, I’m not going to be nearly as happy about it,” Regulus said with a little smirk, already standing to go.

James’s brain short-circuited at the idea of being engaged to Regulus Black. It took him a few long seconds to realize what Regulus had meant. Eagerly, he turned around to stare unabashedly at the boy walking away. “Wait, does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

“Ask your Mum!”

[moonstainn]

Happy Remus day 💫

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

jilypad!!

[maxxipadfoot]

sirius and remus arguing about who's last name they want to take

sirius: I'M NOT STAYING A FUCKING BLACK

remus: I'M NOT GOING TO BE WOLFY MCWOLF MARRIED TO DOG MCWOLF

[outromoonyy]

"I'm too pretty for this" is a perfectly valid excuse for Sirius actually.

[deadkaywizard]

Barty: your mom sucks cocks in hell

Reg: no one, not even the demons of Hell, wish to put any of their appendages anywhere near my mother

Barty: you and your brother got created somehow

Reg: spite, she created us out of pure spite

Barty: you know what, that actually tracks

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[artachokie]

propaganda i'm not falling for:

straight remus lupin

the MCD tag on ao3

kittywater

lily evans hate

the marauders hated peter

dumb sirius black

halloween 1981

the new hbo tv show

james cheating on lily

straight marlene mckinnon

[fircbolts]

Harry & padfoot <3

[moonstruckme]

also new idea,

jilly x reader-

reader stayed up all night reading as is clingy and sleepy the next day. but tries to act like they weren’t awake all night and play it off!

Thanks for the request lovely!

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 983 words

Your kitchen smells like warmth and Sundays. James’ trapezius is the perfect pillow for your cheek, shifting every now and again as he pushes bacon around in a pan with your arms slung around his waist. He’s telling you about some thing which happened to Sirius a dozen years ago and is undoubtedly hilarious, but his words hum together with the sizzling of your breakfast into a comforting din. 

You hardly register the sound of your front door opening until Lily is slipping past you to set a pint of orange juice in the fridge. 

“They were nearly out,” she says. 

“Ooh.” James is far too lively for half nine in the morning. “Did you nab the last one?” 

“I did.” 

“There’s our girl.” He transfers his spatula to the opposite hand to reach for a high-five. Lily rolls her eyes but taps his palm gently. James keeps beaming nonetheless. 

Your girlfriend unclips her hair from where it’s wound up behind her head, shaking it out at the roots. You and James stare. 

“I love it when she does that,” he murmurs. 

You hum, transfixed. 

Lily’s eyes roll again—at this rate, she’ll have worn them out before lunchtime—but her cheeks color faintly. “Stop it,” she says. 

“Likely,” James scoffs. “Kiss?”

You spot the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the half-second wherein she considers holding out just to make a point, but ultimately Lily leans forward, kissing him chastely on the lips. She moves to you next. 

“You’re quiet,” she observes softly as your lips part, her thumb stroking down your cheek. You lean into the touch. 

“It’s early,” you say. 

You’re considered by soft, discerning eyes. “Are you feeling alright?”

You do your best to curve your lips into a reassuring smile. “Mhm. Just lazy.” 

“I thought you were falling asleep on me a minute ago,” says James. He gives your hands, intertwined across his abdomen, a loving squeeze. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch, angel? This’ll be ready in just a minute.” 

You sigh as you let him go. “So eager to be rid of me.” 

“I just know she wants to watch her show,” he teases. Lily presses a kiss into his cheek before leading you over in front of the telly. 

Your girlfriend is a current events junkie. Most mornings you come into the sitting room to find her already watching the news, tsking quietly to herself while she munches on a piece of toast. She’ll stay right there until she has to go to work, and on the way she’ll listen to a podcast to catch any highlights she might have missed on the local channel. Sundays, it’s back-to-back-to-back news programs for most of the morning. Lily loves it, and you and James—well, you just love indulging Lily in anything she likes, really. 

“Sure you’re alright?” she asks as you cuddle up against her side, pulling a throw from over the top of the couch. 

Really, sometimes you think your girlfriend is too clever for her own good. Or yours, apparently. 

You twine your fingers with hers, saying, “Mhm,” just as the morning’s breaking story comes on, and then she’s distracted. 

James comes in with breakfast a short while later. He lifts your legs to settle in underneath them, and you hum gratefully as you bite into your bacon. With Lily’s hand clasped with yours and his forearm laying across your calves, you’re the picture of contentment. James makes idle comments about which actors the newscasters look like, and Lily corrects him when he gets all the Chrises mixed up. 

“Surprised you haven’t gone and got that book you’re obsessed with yet,” James teases you as two government types debate a financial issue you don’t think you could grasp on your best day. You’re hardly conscious as you stare at the screen. “You really must be tired.” 

“I’m done with that one,” you mumble. 

“What?” He sounds surprised. “I thought you really liked it.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I did.” You realize what you’ve just admitted. “I meant that I finished it.” 

James’ eyebrows make an appearance over the rims of his glasses. “I forget how quick you are sometimes. Weren’t you only, like, midway through after dinner last night?” 

“Yeah…” 

You can practically feel Lily’s attention shifting to you. “Sweetheart,” she says in a tone both dreading and knowing, “how late did you stay up reading last night?” 

“It was,” you hedge, “a really good book.” 

“Mhm,” she hums, prompting. “And when did you go to sleep?”

Your voice quiets. “I didn’t.” 

Lily seems vindicated, but James’ mouth pops open in utter astonishment. 

“The whole night?” he asks. “You read until morning?” 

“I finished it just a little while before you woke up,” you admit. 

“I thought your eyes looked red.” Lily wraps an arm around your shoulders, laying a heavy kiss on your head. You all but melt into her side. “You should have said, love. It’s the weekend; there’s no reason we can’t have a nap.” 

James rubs underneath his glasses. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” 

“Me?” Lily asks defensively. 

“Oh,” your boyfriend levels her with a look, “don’t think I’ve forgotten that I had to come pick you up from work at nearly two in the morning last month after you wouldn’t come home.” 

“That was completely different!” 

“Never in my life have I had the desire to stay up for an entire night. And to read! Lovie, if you’d been out at least I could understand…” 

“No you wouldn’t,” you say. “You’d still want to come get me.”

“True,” James concedes. “Maybe it is better that I’ve chosen such nerds.” 

“It feels like he’s trying to insult us,” you murmur to Lily. 

She shrugs. “I take it as a compliment.” 

James grins, leaning over to kiss her and then you in turn. “I know you do, lovely.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

caught - jegulus - cw: implied shit home life for Regulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 384

“Professor, you can’t tell his mum.” 

The words spilled out of James’s mouth as soon as he stumbled into McGonagall’s office, harried and rushed. He knew the policy. He’d been caught in out-of-bounds places far too many times not to know. Looking back, they’d been more than stupid to sneak off to the Astronomy Tower. Sure, it was ridiculously romantic, and Regulus had looked at him like he was the actual sun when he’d explained that he’d been learning the more-advanced constellations just for him, but the risk…it was just too great. Because when Walburga Black heard that her favorite son was snogging James Potter in a forbidden area of the castle at two in the morning on a Wednesday night? She’d have Regulus’s head.

“I’ll–I’ll do extra detentions. I’ll give up being Head Boy. Fuck, I’ll give up Quidditch, Professor, just don’t write to his mum, you don’t understand,” James continued to beg, Regulus’s terrified expression at being caught refusing to leave his brain.

McGonagall, who was sitting at her desk wrapped in a thick wool dressing gown, regarded him with a stricken expression. After James’s begging finally ceased, petering off into desperate panting, she spoke. “There’s nothing to tell. The two of you were on rounds, weren’t you? Mister Black is a Prefect, after all.”

James could tell from the Professor’s expression that she knew they were not on rounds. The position she’d caught them in had made that abundantly clear. But he knew better than to say anything to the contrary. “Y-yes,” he nodded, relief flooding through him like a tsunami. “Of course.”

“Well, then the only thing I shall say about Mister Black, if asked, is that he is very dedicated to his position,” McGonagall said lightly. “However, I would advise you both not to get…distracted on your rounds, yes?”

“Yes, Professor. Thank you,” James agreed, nodding some more. 

“Mister Potter?” the older woman asked as he stood, determined to leave before she changed her mind.

“Yes?” he asked breathlessly.

“If I may say. I’m glad you two are…er…going on rounds together. I feel you will both be positive influences on each other,” Professor McGonagall said with a small smile.

James couldn’t help but beam at the approval. “Thanks. I agree.”

“Just be positive influences in private, yes?”

“Yes, Professor.”

[sidawn]

Lily, my love <3

She will forever live rent free in james’ head

[outromoonyy]

A real Wolfstar shipper never speaks ill of Nymphadora Tonks

[conchitamendez]

my man sirius

rot like a saint