#the maraudrers

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

@loaf-of-soup ^_^

Evan looks away from his sisters tristful eyes, brimming with tears threatening to over flow. It takes everything in him not to cave, not to hunt down whoever dare hurt his little sister.

Because this time he’s at fault for Pandora’s heartbreak.

Evan got a stupid fucking tattoo because he chose his best friend and boyfriend over his baby sister. Over himself.

“I can’t save us.” Pandora chokes out, clinging to Evans hand desperately. Like she can stop him from walking away.

“Save yourself.” Evan whispers back, pulling away from her. He knows that if he doesn’t leave now, he won’t ever leave.

“I love you Vee.” Pandora calls after him, and Evan stops where he stands.

He exhales shakily. “I love you too, Dora.”

[lightningmonarchda3]

my ADHD genderfluid ass and my depressed younger trans brother be giving the black brothers vibe

[vxntagedior]

Mafia!marauders meeting reader for the first time at the club and she’s dancing

you were in your own world, your head thrown back, your hips moving back and forth.

catching attention of the three of them, all they watched you like prey, eyeing you from their own booth.

as your set came to an end, gathering up your money and making your way to the back, just as you were about to clean up, you heard a knock.

"dance for you." you let out a quiet sigh, making your way towards the private rooms.

walking inside you were surprised to see three men, three mafia men.

you weren't dumb, you knew who they were.

"did fabulous tonight." james smirked, pulling you towards him, his hands ghosting your waist.

"customers can't touch." you teased.

sirius liked your attitude and spike, "don't worry love, we're special."

[lupinstardust]

remus peacefully trying to take a pic while these two are lovingly ruining it ;)

[rp-partnerfinder]

🫧 ( 28f, EST discord writer, seeking 21+ writers ) — looking for long-term writing partners for discord to write for the marauders era in harry potter. i’m looking to play around with au’s. oc's welcome! the current rotation in my brain for au’s are: victorian era, medieval era, dark academia, titanic, kingsmen secret service, greek history, ghost-hunting, art theft, hunger games, a sports involved one like hockey or f1, bands, basically anything lol. i’m really into building a friendship with my co-writer and i loveeee building on our plots and characters together, so sorry in advance for my hc’s, tiktok’s, and playlists lmao. currently i’m only interested in canon x oc, or canon x minor character, and prefer doubling up. i’m not doing any mlm ships at the moment, but fxf, and nb ships are fine! like this and i will gladly message you.

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[theresthesnitch]

The Marauders reading trashy muggle romance books is so special to me.

[kingcaspian43]

void state??

i've gotten back into shifting recently and i was doing alunirs falling meditation (i had done it when i first learned abt shifting and gotten pretty good results) and i think i may have gone into void state?

i think i felt a person touch me at one point but that’s not even where the crazy part begins. i was at the part where i had jumped off of the mental cliff and i had hit the water and my body got SUPER numb.

it had been tingling before but now i felt almost detached from my body. it was kinda scary but i presisted. i felt floaty, like i had actually fallen, like i was in a black void. hence why i think i was in the void state.

it was super peaceful and kinda pleasant. but then the video ended and i got jump scared by an ad.

i’ve tried again once since then and it hasn’t happened but i wanted to ask the people of shiftblr. do you think it was void state? and if it was how do i shift from there?

any answers/help appreciated. happy shifting!

[valoflunar]

Remus would film every stupid ass moment the Marauders had and show them to the girls.Mary would film the girls and show it to the marauders.Mary would always have more videos and pictures.

I swear the girls were more chaotic then the marauders

Mary:so here’s the video of emmeline,lily,Marlene and Dorcas trying to bake with pandora instructing them horribly in the background which led to almost burning the room down and killing us

Mary:Oh here’s another video of us almost getting killed

Remus: so your saying you guys get yourself almost killed every week?

Emmeline,Lily,Dorcas,Marlene,Mary,Pandora: *all in unison* more or less yeah.

[ellecdc]

Hii! I love your work SO MUCH but i'm not really sure if you're taking requests. Yet i'm here asking if you'd be comfortable to write a marauders or wolf star or any of the ships with reader who has epilepsy? and how they comfort reader after a seizure? i've always wondered what they'd do after my episodes. Feel free to delete this one if jts not your thing and have a great week ahead!!!

thanks for your request, sweetheart! do forgive me if there are any inaccuracies in my depiction of epilepsy as I'm not super well-versed in the subject other than what to do in a first-aid setting! google don't fail me now 😩

poly!maraudres x gn!reader who has epilepsy

CW: depiction of a seizure, anxiety, loss of consciousness, hurt/comfort, Sirius' cooking

You could hear voices murmuring around you - perhaps stationed somewhere above you - though you weren’t currently confident in your spatial awareness. You couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, but you could tell that they were nice; that the voices were lovely.

Or perhaps there wasn’t any voices at all, perhaps it was just a presence; perhaps it was just a lovely presence. Either way, you were sure you felt grateful for it. 

“Easy dove, there you are.” You heard whispered as a breath was forcefully exhaled from your lungs. “There you are, you’re alright sweetheart. You can stop the timer, Pads.” 

You hadn’t realised you had started crying until someone was shushing you and wiping tears away from your cheeks. 

“Remus’ll be right back, angel; he just went to get you some water.” A voice explained from above you; James, it was James’ voice. 

It was James’ voice and you were on the floor; how had you ended up on the floor?

You were having dinner; Sirius had made dinner for you all - roast chicken and potatoes. It was supposed to be roast chicken, potatoes, and broccolini, but he had burnt the broccolini. 

It had been a lovely meal until it wasn’t; it had been a lovely meal until your mouth started to taste like metal. 

“You feeling alright, sweets?” Sirius had asked when you abruptly stopped talking and set your fork down beside your plate.

You were upset - and perhaps a little scared, though this certainly wasn’t anything new - and you hadn’t been ready to admit what you thought was about to happen; not right then, not aloud. 

You simply shook your head no. 

“Is it Pads’ cooking? Because we can order take away.” James had offered in jest, only cluing in that something was wrong when Remus gently nudged James’ elbow with his knuckles.

“Seizure?” Remus asked simply.

You squeezed your eyes shut - in embarrassment or fear, you weren’t entirely sure - and nodded your head yes.

It was like a switch was flipped and they all fell into business mode.

“I’ll go move the coffee table.” Sirius proclaimed as he hurried from the table towards the living room and James was at your side to help you up.

“I’m sorry.” You gritted out miserably, earning you a sad sigh from James who was all but carrying you into the next room.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

And you could only trust that this was true as your consciousness began to fade just as your body was lowered onto the carpeted floor. 

It had been a seizure, you had a seizure. 

“Hey dovey.” You heard above you; a slight breeze prickling your skin alerting you to the fact that Remus had just returned.

A spike of worry surged through your core as you let out a few quick breaths. “Rem.” You sobbed.

The sound of something being set down on the coffee table, James shifting away from you to make room for Remus, and two strong hands cupping each side of your face.

“I’m right here, love. Can you open your eyes for me?” He murmured softly, rubbing at your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

A few quick puffs of hair left your lips again, but you were distracted from your panic as you felt gentle fingers press into your calves. 

“You’re alright, we’ve got you. Open your eyes, dovey.” 

You tried to take in a deep breath as you relented; opening your eyes to have your vision swimming with the sad smile of Remus. “There you are; you’re alright.” He promised you. 

“Anything sore?” Sirius asked uncharacteristically quietly for your arguably most boisterous boyfriend as he continued tracing soothing circles on your Achilles tendon. 

“I don- I don’t think so.” You whispered through a hiccup.

You heard James whimper in sympathy as his hand appeared on Sirius’ shoulder. 

“D’you think you can manage a shower or bath?” Remus asked then, encouraging your eyes back to his as he seemed to survey your face. 

You considered the welcoming warmth of a bath or shower, but your stomach seemed to roll at the thought of doing anything other than laying down for the next foreseeable future.

Your face seemed to give away your decision as Remus sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Cuddles it is then, hm?” 

James was suddenly behind you pressing an upside down kiss to your forehead before he was encouraging your shoulders upwards into a seated position.

“Water,” Remus started as he placed the glass into your hand. “And paracetamol.” 

You took the tablet (as a preemptive solution for a potential headache) and drank the glass of water dutifully earning you two more forehead kisses by Remus and James and a squeeze of your foot by Sirius before James was helping you up and ushering you to the bedroom. 

Time seemed to move oddly as someone helped you change into a pair of pyjamas and ease you under the covers of the bed.

“Jamie and I will clean up, m’love; you cooked.” Remus murmured quietly to Sirius who seemed painfully uncomfortable as his eyes darted nervously between you and Remus.

“I think it should be you who stays, Rem.”

James sighed as he rested his hand on the juncture of Sirius’ neck and rubbed at the column of his throat with his thumb. “You know Y/N gets anxious after a seizure, Pads; just like Moony is always the first name you call out after a nightmare, yeah?”

“Siri.” You whimpered; your voice sounding particularly pathetic even to your own ears.

The three boys seemed surprised by your voice, clearly under the impression you’d fallen asleep during their quiet deliberation.

“Jamie and I will clean, Sirius. You’re in charge of snuggle duty.” Remus repeated. And while some apprehension was still obvious in his face, he seemed to concede to your grabby hand and Remus’ imploring gaze.

The two boys left the room as Sirius carefully slid in under the covers beside you.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was often left the most upset by your episodes; when he felt strong emotions (such as fear or worry), he tended to shut down.

“I ruined dinner.” You pouted as Sirius pulled you into his chest.

He let out a teasing scoff with only half the amount of humour he usually carried. “I ruined dinner by offering to cook, sweetness.” 

“You guys didn’t even get to finish eating.” You carried on, tears painfully obvious in your voice which made even more tears well up in your eyes simply in embarrassment for crying.

“No, no baby; none of that now, yeah? I was full, Jamie was ready to order pizza, and I’m pretty sure Remus was feeding the chicken to the cat anyway.” He promised, stamping a kiss to your head and pulling you in closer to his side. “You never ruin anything, ever. You make everything better simply by being there, okay?”

“I don’t mean to scare you.” You whispered, feeling painfully vulnerable and simultaneously wholly safe in Sirius’ arms. 

“You don’t scare me. You don’t scare me; I am scared because I feel useless. I hate not knowing what to do for you baby.” He whispered back. 

You hummed as if in thought for a few as you felt your eyelids growing heavy. “This.”

“Hm?”

“Do this, just this; that’s what you can do for me.” You slurred as you felt the heavy hands of sleep dragging you further into the mattress beneath you.

You could feel Sirius chuckle - both in the form of the air he breathed into the crown of your head and the gentle rumble of his chest - as he pressed another lingering kiss into your hair. “Consider it done, my love.”

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Dear Peter Pettigrew,

thanks for every note you send

Dear Sirius Black,

I’m just glad to be your friend

[lightningmonarchda3]

Headcanon that sirius and harry were always the last to finish their food at grimmuald place.

Tw: mention of child abuse, starvation, azkaban, and throwing up

Harry learned to be a slow eater at the dursleys, so he would eat teeny tiny pieces of his food and chew really slowly to cherish the little food they would give him as long as possible. And that habit never left him, even after all of those feasts at hogwarts.

Sirius has been fed the tiniest block of bland food at azkaban for 12 years, and eating rats and birds as padfoot mostly for another two. His stomach has shrinked due to the starvation. If he tries to eat at a normal speed or amount, he would just throw it all up again. He does eat some bites here and there, but mostly, he plays with his food and listens to others talk rather than eat.

Because of that, they would always be the last ones to finish their food.

[vxntagedior]

aftercare with rem and asking him to hold your hand while on the toilet

"you want me to what?" he snorted, spitting out the toothpaste before turning towards you.

"hold my hand." you sniffled. you were still under as remus took care of you. though you could register your surroundings but you didn't like him so far away.

remus just smiled, coming over towards you, sitting on the edge of the tub, giving you his hand.

wiping some tears away, you held your hand in his, your fingers laced with his.

caressing your knuckles, he smiled in content.

"better now?"

"much." you whispered, giving him a small smile.

[lupinstardust]

this.. this is my favorite marauders joke, i'm not sorry

just a sketch but i had to do it

[tercais]

There's something about werewolfs in Harry Potter universe that's bugging me and i have to share it with someone, so here it goes.

The maraudres, at the age of 15 mastered transformations into animal to help Remus. By the age of 16, he was so "well behaved" it was safe for him to spend his transformations *on school grounds*. You know, basically sorounded by children. What would happened if someone with actual psychology or behavioral education decided to look into this?

I can't stop thinking about therapy animagus, with proper training and education helping werewolf patients with full moons. Hell, it doesn't have to be people, specially trained service dogs could probably do the same job.

How much the wizarding world could improve their understaning of werewolfs psyche? How much they could make this terrible experience better?

But noooo, the only option they have is extremely complicated and expensive potion that majority of werewolfs, people who are basically unemployable, can't afford. Because putting an actual effort into helping werewolfs is unthinkable for this bigoted and rigid sociaty.

[bembembembis]

gideon the ninth maraudrers au regulus is harrowhawk james is gideon

[spikybanana]

“aromantic, asexual, agender... I swear I’ll become a buddhist one of these days.”

-- regulus black, possibly