#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]

pants - jegulus - trans!regulus - cw: period blood, dysphoria - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 606

He didn’t realize it’d happened at first. Not until, still half-asleep, he blearily looked down at his pants while sitting on the toilet.

Blood.

And suddenly, his body was cold, his heart racing.

It happened so rarely. A side-effect of the T, his period had nearly disappeared. But when it did show up? It was awful. It wasn’t just the physical side-effects and the annoyance of dealing with the whole bleeding-from-his-crotch thing. It was the mental parts. The self-hatred and disgust that rolled over him in waves, making him want to throw up and sob whenever it happened. How invalid and disgusting and wrong it made him feel.

And that was during a normal occurrence. Now, this was nothing less than a worst-case scenario. Because he’d been sleeping in his boyfriend’s bed. 

Choking back tears, Regulus finished doing his business and thanked Merlin he’d thought to bring his wand with him. Shakily, he waved it, cleaning his underwear and sleep pants as best he could, though a stain remained. 

Then, he stuck his head out the door.

“James,” he whispered, knowing that Sirius and Remus cast a Muffling Charm around the bed they habitually shared and Peter slept like the dead. “J-James?” Fuck, he hated this. Hated himself. Why was he like this? “James?”

A little grunt told him the Gryffindor had awoken. “Reg?”

“Can–can you c’mere please?” he murmured, pressing his hand over his mouth as tears began to flow.

The older boy must have sensed his tone, because he was by the door in half a second. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, looking like he’d been awake for hours. “What is it? A nightmare? Do you need me to get Sirius?”

Gods, Regulus could’ve lived a thousand lives and never deserved this boy. “I–” he broke, collapsing on the tiled floor and letting out a sob.

Somehow, James was there in the next moment, pulling him in his arms, mumbling soothing words, rocking him slowly. “It’s alright, love. I’m here. What is it, Reg?” he asked, a hand along his lower back, which did ache, now that he thought about it.

“I’m b-bleeding,” Regulus managed dully, still crying, face in James’s old night shirt.

“Bleed—? Oh,” the Gryffindor said, realizing in the middle of his question. “Oh, darling. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” he whisper-shrieked. “I’ve–it’s disgusting! And it’s probably in your sheets, fuck, that’s horrible,” he tried to turn away, nauseated at himself.

“Reg. Baby,” James said calmly, maneuvering him so they were facing each other on the cold tile. “Sheets can be cleaned. Or replaced. All I care about is how you’re feeling right now. What can I do to help, love? D’you need a pad? Tampon? I have some in the other room. I can take you to the Prefects’ bath to relax, or we can skip class for a little rest? How can I help?”

So shocked he forgot to cry, Regulus gaped. “You have pads?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“I…asked Dorcas for some. I know she knows, so I figured she’d help me. Just in case,” James shrugged. 

Overcome with emotion at the idea of his seventeen-year-old boyfriend going up to a girl he only casually knew and asking her for menstrual products, Regulus swallowed, his tears easing. Did James really care that much? “I…I’ll take a pad,” he said, his voice tiny.

“Of course. I’ll be right back, and then I’ll change the sheets and steal some chocolate from Moony’s private stash. You need food and cuddles, yeah?” James said matter-of-factly, standing and offering a hand.

There were no words for how much Regulus loved him in that moment.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[moonstainn]

Happy Remus day 💫

[its-the-vendetta]

The Black brothers getting so incredibly high before a family event they’re being forced to go to. Everyone is just so confused bc suddenly Regulus is acting out like Sirius would and Sirius is in a corner zoning out like Regulus normally does

[fircbolts]

Harry & padfoot <3

[moonstruckme]

Omg please please please waterpark day with James? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I just know he would be so goofy like a little kid. You standing at the edge of the wave pool with a bunch of moms, and they’re like “which ones yours?” And you have to be like “oh the grown man over there.” 😂😂

Thank you so much, gorgeous! Hope you’re having a good day 💖💖💖

Thank you for requesting angel! Hope you're having a good day too :)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 603 words

You can feel the heat of the pavement seeping up through your towel. It warms your bum and the bottoms of your legs, sweat pooling underneath your knees. You fantasize about popsicles and ice cold drinks. 

Nearby, a few women sitting on towels not unlike yours seem to be making friends. 

“Keeping up with sunscreen is such a nightmare,” one says. 

Another hums commiseratingly. “They don’t want to get out of the water to reapply, and then I can hardly keep them out long enough to let it dry before they’re running back in.” 

“I always tell mine we won’t stop for ice cream on the way home if they’re not patient,” says a third. She catches you listening and smiles at you. “There has to be some ultimatum, right?” 

The first woman laughs. “I think there’d be a mutiny if we passed that by on our way out of here.” 

“Yeah,” you shrug, “we always end up stopping, too.” 

There’s laughter and sheepish agreement. “Which one is yours?” one of the women asks you. 

“Oh, um…” You try to locate your boyfriend in the teeming pool below. You’ve lost track of him, but he’s not hard to find. A shape larger than all the rest comes bobbing up on the other end of a wave, hair flicking water in all directions. Brawny shoulders rise above the surface as James stands to his full height. The water comes hardly to his chest, whereas plenty of the kids around him are chin-deep or having to kick their feet to stay afloat. 

You let yourself trail off as he grins at you, starting toward the edge of the wave pool. 

“You look warm,” he says, forgoing the ladder on the side of the pool in favor of lifting himself out. You watch a nearby lifeguard have a brief internal debate over whether it’s within her duties to reprimand an adult man for this before deciding to move past it. James sets a knee on the concrete, streaming water as he straightens and comes over to you. “You should come in.” 

You shade your eyes to look up at him, ignoring the women around you now pointedly averting theirs. “I saw a plaster floating around in there earlier,” you say. 

James makes a face as he sits down next to you. You decide not to complain about him getting your towel wet when he begins scrubbing his wet hands up and down your legs, cooling them. “One plaster in all that? What’re the odds you’ll see it again, lovely?” 

You hum, smiling despite yourself. “I think I’m good, thanks.” 

“Fine, fair enough.” James smiles back like he just can’t help himself. He gives your thigh a loving squeeze. “How about we do the Plummet again instead?” 

“Oh, Jamie…” You cast a glance in the direction of the park’s largest water slide. “The line is always so long.” 

“Worth the wait, though.” He kisses your shoulder enticingly. “And it’ll help you cool off.” 

You lower your voice. “I was hoping we could go get ice cream soon. That would cool me off, too.” 

James makes a pensive tsking sound in the corner of his mouth. “How about one more time on the Plummet, and then we can go get your ice cream?” 

“Okay,” you agree readily, standing to begin folding your towel. “Let me just get my things together first.” 

“Yes! Thank you.” James hugs you from behind while you fold, planting a smacking kiss on your cheek. “This is why you’re perfect for me, angel.” 

You roll your eyes, feigning reluctance. As if it’s any sacrifice.

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[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

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

i miss you / i'm right here

[my-castles-crumbling]

loml - may 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 291

“Hey, Reg? Can I use your phone to call mine? I can’t find it,” James called to Regulus, who was lazing on the couch reading a massive novel. 

“I’m shocked,” the shorter man deadpanned. “Yeah, it’s on the table.”

“So mean,” he tutted, smiling fondly at his new boyfriend, amazement that Regulus had actually agreed to go out with him washing over him again, for the millionth time that day.

Grabbing Regulus’s phone and putting in the password, James went to the contacts and typed in his name, too lazy to actually dial his number. As he typed, he saw other names pop up, all filed meticulously under completely accurate first and last names, some with a work title or note underneath. Amber Polumbo, Dorcas’s Ex, Do Not Answer, for example. But as he typed, he realized: the only Potters in Regulus’s phone were Euphemia and Fleamont. 

Furrowing his eyebrows, James changed the screen to dial his number, curious as to what he was saved under. But as he finished typing the number, he paused. Because there, at the top of the screen, it simply said: loml.

He broke into a wide smile.

It had been a joke, when James had taken Regulus’s phone a year ago and saved his number under that contact name. He’d grinned and said, “I promise, love. It’s true.” And Regulus had grimaced and told him to fuck off.

James had never dreamed Regulus had kept it.

Still beaming, he hit the call button.

Moments later, when his phone began ringing in the refrigerator, he picked it up only to find the same exact contact on his screen. He’d saved it like that a year ago, as well.

God, he was going to marry this man.

[outromoony]

I don’t choose ships. They choose me, and then destroy my life.

[moonstruckme]

oh my gosh ¹⁴⁾ trying to cope with a fever during a heatwave with poly wolfstar sounds like the ultimate summer comfort fic 💕 remus would be so good at taking care of u, and sirius would be soooo dramatic in solidarity 💖🌸

Thanks lovely <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 713 words

Remus comes home from work to find your flat a cave. There are signs of life in the living room, displaced pillows and a blanket looking cast aside, but your home is eerily silent. He discovers the cause in your bedroom: you and Sirius, looking like you never left bed in the first place. 

Every curtain is pulled shut, but some daylight prevails, casting the two of you in shades of grey where you lay in your pajamas atop the bedsheets. You’re spread out in every direction, clearly asleep, whereas Sirius seems to be occupying himself simply with looking at you. He glances up as Remus enters. 

“Hi,” Remus whispers. “When did you get home?” 

“Never left,” Sirius replies softly. He nods to you, taking a piece of your hair idly between his fingers. “She’s sick.” 

A quiet, doting, oh drops from Remus’ lips. He sets down his bag and comes to the edge of the bed. “With what? Since this morning?” 

Sirius nods as Remus eases himself onto the mattress beside you. There’s a flannel laid across your forehead. “She said she wasn’t feeling well when she woke up, just after you left. Seems like a cold or something. Wicked fever, though.” 

You shift a bit, their voices evidently causing you to rouse. Remus takes the opportunity to lift the flannel, lying the backs of his fingers across your brow. You are terribly warm. 

Your eyes open lazily. “Hey,” you mumble. 

Remus can’t help but smile. “Hi.” 

“Did you…” You stretch, groaning. “Is work done already? How was your day?” 

His chest aches with fondness. “It was good, sweetheart. What about you? You’re not feeling well?” 

Your lips pull down into a frown. Remus represses a cooish, pitying sound he knows you’ll hate. “My head hurts.” 

He tuts. “We’ll have to do something about that, then.” 

“We have,” Sirius chimes in. He sounds slightly offended. “Exhibit A: warm flannel.” 

“Right.” Remus leans over you to give him a kiss, conciliating. “Thank you, love. What about paracetamol?” 

Sirius hums proudly. “Had it.” 

“Perfect.” Remus takes the flannel from your head, smoothing away some damp baby hairs. “I think we’ll probably trade this out for a cooler one until our temperature comes down, alright?” 

Sirius frowns at this, but you sigh, shifting again like you’re trying to find a cool inch of bedspace. 

“I’m really hot,” you admit. 

“Aw, baby, we know.” Sirius takes your hand, kissing the back. “Good that you’re getting wise to it, though. We bemoan how hot you are all the time.” 

That coaxes a tired smile out of you. Remus has to imagine you really are sweltering. This time of day in the summer, your un-air-conditioned flat is usually at its warmest; it’ll take a few hours to cool off, and the effects are undoubtedly worse when you’re already suffering a fever. 

Remus feels along your face and the back of your neck contemplatively while Sirius coos at you. You seem in a strange enough mood to indulge him, the two of you going back and forth in low, murmuring tones. Remus knows his hands aren’t cold, but you act as though they are. You sigh quietly each time he moves his touch to a new place. 

“How would you feel about having a cold bath?” he asks after a while. 

You look up at him, your eyebrows raised slightly. “That actually sounds kind of nice.” 

Sirius hisses through his teeth. “Yikes, babe. That’s how you know it’s really bad.” 

Remus hides a smile. “Maybe Sirius will even get in there with you, yeah? Would that be nice?” 

“Oh.” You’re well aware of Remus’ game, but you play along, turning your eyes up to your other boyfriend sweetly. “That would be really nice. Would you, please?” 

Sirius’ eyes narrow. “You’re both terribly, undeservedly cruel to me,” he says, looking between you. “But if it’ll actually make you feel better, I’ll do it.” 

“Awe.” Your lips stretch into a syrupy smile as you roll over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “That’s so sweet. Thank you, baby.” 

Sirius pats your back, a smug uptilt to his mouth. “Yeah, well, I’m a giver.” But after a moment his brows furrow, the smirk slipping. “Does this mean you do want me to?”

[maelstromic]

James : GUYS ! PETER IS MISSING !!I CANT FIND HIM ANYWHERE ! Sirius : WHAT !!! OUR PETEY ,NOOOOOOOOOOOO - WE MUST COMMENCE SEARCH AND RESCUE . Peter : Relax guys , I am at this amazing dog show . A labrador in a amazon warrior costume just did an amazing high jump. Remus : Can you steal one for me ? Sirius : Traitor ! How dare you betray me !! Peter : No Moony , you already have padfoot . Remus : sigh * but i really want a chihuaha to unnleash on James .

( also @lonely-parrot got something more for your Peter fixation/headcannons .)

i feel like peter would be that friend who is always on the most random side quests 😭 like they’re all blowing up the gc wondering where he is and bro’s judging a dog show 3 towns over 😭😭😭