#the marauders

[outromoony]

Books: Main characters must follow the plot.

Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?

[corwnvus]

Some more lily

[my-castles-crumbling]

baby - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 355

"Regulus doesn't get embarrassed," Sirius argues, rolling his eyes as he sips his drink. "It's infuriating. As his sibling, it's my job to embarrass him, but he just gets all...huffy and disappointed."

"Well, you are rather disappointing, acting like an idiot," Regulus drawls from his spot on the other side of the loose circle of friends, sending Sirius a smirk.

"But it's inhuman! I mean, I've tried everything! Embarrassing childhood stories, yelling at you in front of a crowd, sex jokes, everything!" Sirius whines, leaning into Remus's side dramatically.

"It's true," Barty nods emphatically. "I don't think I've ever once seen him blush. Even that time I gave him a lap dance during breakfast! It's like he's made of stone or something." He grins for a moment, "Or maybe he liked it."

"I certainly didn't like that," Regulus snorts. "I just didn't care. You were the one being obnoxious, not me. I'm not going to be embarrassed by your antics, that's your job."

But James decides he needs to set the record straight. Because Regulus certainly does blush. "I'm sorry, but Regulus blushes all the time!" he says loudly, grinning at bit as everyone looks at him.

"James," Regulus hisses, immediately frowning, looking like he wants to kill him. "No, I do not."

Sirius, however, is grinning from ear to ear. "Oh? What gets Ickle Reggie to blush, then?"

And, spurred on by the challenge, James crawls slowly over to Regulus, who is giving him a death glare, and leans to whisper in his ear, making sure to speak so quietly nobody can hear him.

"Hi, baby," he murmurs lowly, allowing his breath to tickle Regulus's skin. "You look gorgeous today."

The effect of the pet name is instantaneous. Immediately, Regulus turns bright red and lets out a little noise, stammering as he looks down to the floor. James laughs as he pulls back, grinning triumphantly, and Sirius yells out, "What did you say to him?"

But he'll never tell. "Nothing," James grins, already heading back to where he was sitting, enjoying the fact that he's the only one that can make Regulus Black blush.

[moonstruckme]

Hello! I've recently read your 'Remus x hearing impaired!reader' and it was sooo sweet and I adore your writing so much ;-;

Do you think you'd be up to write bf Remus x reader who was born deaf, but never had the option to afford hearing aids or a speech therapist as a kid, so they've also been mute for most of their life - but they work hard on themselves and one day, when Remus comes home, they greet him verbally, like 'Hi, Remus' with a bit of a nervous smile? Like the first thing in their life they decided to say was his name? ;-; I would melt ;-;

Take your time (and feel free to skip this ask!)! Hope you're having a great day lovely!!! <3

Ty for requesting <3

cw: reader is (mostly, or at least up until this point) selectively mute, and while reader in this fic has decided she really wants to use speech I do also want to emphasize that Remus would be perfectly happy and just as in love if she never did

Remus Lupin x hearing impaired!reader ♡ 460 words

When Remus comes home, he finds you first thing. It’s part of his daily routine. Sometimes you make it easy for him; you’ll be in the kitchen or at the table by the window, and the movement of his entry will catch your eye. Other times Remus goes in search of you, finds some gentle way to get your attention and let you know he’s home. Today, you seem to have been waiting for him. 

Your book is cornered by the time he steps inside. You set it down on the coffee table while he closes the door behind him, and Remus watches you as he sits to take off his shoes, bemused. Expectant, though he doesn’t know of what. 

He signs hello. 

You keep your eyes on his, a little smile taking you before you open your mouth. “Hi, Remus.” 

Remus freezes. His lips part, and for a moment no sound comes out. Your words were slow and unsure, but they were your words. And his name. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Remus remembers to sign only belatedly, but you must read his lips, your grin spreading as he speaks. 

He finds himself standing with one shoe still on. He walks as if in a daze to where you are on the couch, sitting across from you on the edge of the coffee table. 

He signs, throat tight, “Where did you learn to do that?” 

“I’ve been practicing,” you sign back. You’re smiling big, beautifully proud of yourself. Remus finds his own smile irrepressible. “I wanted to surprise you.” 

His eyes burn. Remus laughs, wiping underneath them. “You said my name.” 

“I wanted it to be one of my first words.” Your eyes are warm with earnestness. 

Remus is overcome. He takes your face between his hands, kissing you. It’s unlike him—not the kissing you, but affection given so suddenly, so forcefully—but you preen, so he keeps doing it. Kisses pressed to your lips, your face, until he’s working his way down your neck. Remus rests his lips over the center of your throat. 

“You have a lovely voice,” he signs when he pulls away. 

You grin. “Really?” 

Remus nods. “Will you say something else for me? You don’t have to.” 

You look eager, but shy. You wet your lips. “Hi,” you say again, softly now. Remus smiles so hard his cheeks hurt. 

“Hi,” he signs, laughing. “You sound so beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” You look pleased, as you ought to be, your cheeks appling with joy. 

“Thank you.” Remus’ eyes are wet again; he decides he doesn’t care. “I love you. Thank you for the gift, sweetheart.” 

“I love you,” you sign back. Your eyes light with an idea, a look Remus likes very much. “Maybe I’ll learn to say that next.” 

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

James Potter Coded >>>>>

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[outromoony]

James Potter being utterly, absolutely, and extremely obsessed with Lily Evans is so important to me.

[corwnvus]

Jegulus sketch

[my-castles-crumbling]

🆘💃 - January 15 - jegulus - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 398

"Sirius where the hell are you?" James hissed into his phone as he stood backstage. "You need to get here now!"

"I'm almost there, Prongs! Did you get in okay? I left the tickets-"

"At the door, yeah, I got in fine! But fuck, mate, you didn't tell me these dancers were so bloody fit," James whispered, blocking his mouth with his hands as he stared straight ahead at the most beautiful person on the planet.

The man in question was currently sitting on the floor, wearing a leotard and leggings, stretching while laughing with a few other dances. But even though all of the dancers were stunning, this man...he was perfect. His curly black hair was pulled back a bit in a tiny bun, but little tendrils fell onto his face and to the nape of his neck, only accentuating his pale skin and piercing gray eyes. Even as he laughed, James could sense a haughtiness about him that only made him more attractive. And though James prided himself on not just being attracted to people based on their bodies...well, the muscles that wrapped around his arms and legs, evidence of his dancing skill, only made James drool more.

"I mean I only see Remus, so-"

"Well, more for me, then," James murmured, still openly gaping.

But as he stared longer, he started noticing things. Little things. Little familiar things.

"Hey, Pads? Who did you say got us these passes?" he asked, stomach dropping to the floor as the man met his eyes, a smirk forming on his godlike face.

"Oh, my brother, Regulus! He's in the company, he should be back there somewhere.."

But as James panicked, he also started tuning Sirius out. Because the man was standing and walking toward him.

"It's rude to stare, you know." And oh, his voice was like silk, and his smirk cause dimples in his cheeks.

"I...couldn't help it," James admitted, staring into his eyes, far beyond coming up with a clever excuse. His breath, along with his ability to think, was gone.

"Hm," the man's eyes flickered over James's body and his skin heated as nerves and pleasure pooled in his spine. "Well, you're honest. Want to help me stretch, then?"

"Yes," he nodded feverishly, mouth going dry at the thought.

The dancer smiled. "Alright. I'm Regulus. And you are?"

"...Fucked," James answered honestly, already following Regulus away.

[nicossunshine]

This is thee wolfstar art

“Can I kiss the teacher or is it immoral?”

“Sirius, you’re not my student.”

“Yeah, but you’re such a prude when you’re in your teacher mode.”

“What? I’m not!”

“Yes! You are.”

“Ok. Maybe. But… we are not at school… this just our kitchen so…”

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Your account has been such a comfort for me these past few months and I’m so grateful for you! I was wondering if I could request a poly!marauders drabble where one of them calls the reader a pet name but they’re still really new to the relationship so they don’t realize that he’s talking to them?

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 598 words

You take quiet, giddy pleasure in the chaos of all four of you in the boys’ kitchen. It’s not the tiniest of kitchens, but small enough yet that you can’t move about without brushing or bumping various body parts into each other’s. Honestly, you wouldn’t want to. 

You find yourself deeply enamored by the sound of your knife hitting the cutting board in time with James’, by the way Remus touches your back to reach into the cabinet above your head and Sirius sneaks little bites of your unfinished dinner and slips you some too. Your voices overlap and intertwine, making requests or directions while you dice potatoes at a steady pace. 

“Would you call these finely chopped?” 

“Yeah, I’d say so.” 

“Give that a stir for me please, love.” 

“Where do you guys keep the spices?” 

“Jamie, I’d say that’s more than enough cheese.” 

“Spices are right in that cabinet above you. See? Yeah, there you go.” 

“If, in theory, I forgot to get paprika at the store, would cayenne be a decent substitute?” 

“Do we have chili powder?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Use that.” 

“Would you pass me the thyme, sweetheart?” 

“Sweetheart?” 

You turn only when the kitchen is silent. Remus is looking at you, kind eyes kindly prompting. He nods to just above you. 

“It’s in the spice cabinet there,” he says. “The dried thyme.” 

“Oh.” You blink, reaching for it. “Sorry, I didn’t think you were talking to me.” 

“That’s alright,” says Remus. He takes it from you, a bemused smile playing on the edges of his mouth. “Thank you.” 

“Why wouldn’t he be talking to you?” Sirius asks. 

“I don’t know.” You return to your potatoes, knife thunking against the wooden cutting board. “There are four of us in here, so.” 

Sirius makes a humming sound you know means trouble, and then his arms are needling underneath yours, winding around your middle. His voice is saccharine beside your ear. “Do you not think you have a sweet heart, my love?” 

You laugh. “Don’t,” you say, though you let some of your weight lean backwards into him. Sirius takes it happily. 

“You know you’re our sweetheart.” You may never get used to this, how Sirius can go from teasing to earnest in a second. You can’t always tell which is which, either. He seems to find something worth notice in the crook of your neck, resting his lips there in a long, funny kiss. “Don’t you?” 

You roll your eyes. James shoots you a grin. “I just thought,” you say, “that he might be talking to one of you.” 

Buried beneath your jaw, Sirius makes a noise of disapproval. 

“What?”

“You knew he could be talking to you too, though, right?” James prompts. 

You shrug, moving your eyes back to your work. “I guess.” 

“You guess?” Sirius sets his chin on your shoulder. 

“It just didn’t occur to me in the moment,” you admit. Your potato pieces are getting smaller and smaller. 

Remus laughs. “That won’t do, dove.” 

“See,” you point, smiling, “that one I know.” 

James laughs, too, bumping your hip. “I’d hope so! We’re going to need to start calling you things more often, get you used to it.” 

“I just wasn’t expecting it.” You’re shrinking in on yourself a tiny bit now. Sirius only holds you closer, cooing. 

“Start expecting it,” Remus advises you. 

“Let’s practice.” James raises his eyebrows at you pointedly. “Angel, would you pass me the salt?” 

You huff a laugh, grabbing it for him. “Sure.” 

“Such a quick study!” Sirius praises, mushing another kiss to your cheek. “That’s our girl.” 

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

people at the jily wedding wondering why the best man is so central and why so many speeches reference and both their vows have his name. turns out it's a badly concealed throuple

[aphrcdites]

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

[sage-black-or-remus-lupin]

Harry Potter. While I hate J.k rwoling harry potter changed my life for the better. I never would have started reading in the first place if it wasn't for those books

What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.

[my-castles-crumbling]

baby - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 271

Dinner is going well. So well that Regulus breathes a bit of a sigh of relief as he finally tucks in to his roast and takes a moment to savor the flavors of the meat that Remus must have cooked, because there is no way that Sirius or James could have made something as delectable as this.

And Sirius seems oblivious. Prattling on about his job and Remus's cooking and the pie they have for dessert. So Regulus allows himself to finally believe that maybe, maybe, James can keep a secret from his best friend.

Until the prat opens his mouth to speak.

"Reg, baby, can you pass the butter?" James asks offhandedly, not even looking away from Remus, who is explaining his newest research, to ask Regulus the question.

And Regulus's heart sinks, because he can tell right away that Sirius isn't stupid enough to believe it was just a friendly nickname. And even if he was, the way James immediately drops his knife and Regulus kicks him under the table is kind of a dead givaway.

"Baby?" Sirius repeats, mouth falling open.

"Er...yes, darling?" James asks, evidentially thinking humor is the best way to get himself out of the situation.

At this point, Regulus looks to Remus, who tilts his head to the door with wide eyes, and they both stand slowly and tiptoe out just as Sirius says, "Wait...when you had someone over the other night...the one who was super fucking loud...was it-?!"

Regulus closes the door, leaving James with Sirius, and turns to Remus. "Do you have wine?" He's nearly begging.

"Yeah, come with me," Remus grins.

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning