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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 day
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sirius: i’m never going to get married! it’s an outdated and stupid tradition! and it’s EXACTLY what my parents want-
james: okay hear me out
james: what if you married remus
sirius:
james:
sirius: holy shit you are so right
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padsmoony94 · 2 days
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"Not all men."
You're absolutely right. James Potter would never treat me this way.
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fruity-individual · 3 days
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Ghost Stories
Remus and Sirius go camping
“Moons?”
A decidedly sharp elbow jabbed the small of Remus' back as he stirred on the blanket beneath him—the only thing separating himself from the bumpy, cold, hard ground in the woods.
“Yeah, love?”
Sirius shifted, nudging his shoulders over until Remus felt his cold nose brush against his neck. They hadn’t considered how cold it would get when the sun set (“Yes, Moons, I think it’s the sun that makes it hot during the day, you see.”), so they had taken every blanket and quilt and coat from Remus’ rinky-dink car in order to combat the chill.
“I’m freezing my bloody bullocks off.”
Remus couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. His hot breath grazed over Sirius’ face, as his fiancé was now peering down at him, just inches from his lips.
“Sounds painful.” Remus shot up to give him a cheeky peck before tucking back in quickly.
Sirius sighed the sigh of one incredibly scorned but much too exhausted to put any true tone into it. He instead settled for laying atop Remus, tucking his face against the warmth of his neck and letting his arms encompass Remus’ upper body completely.
Remus had been rather grumpy since they’d set up camp. A damp chill had settled on the low-lying dip their tent rested on the moment the sun began tucking itself behind the horizon. The cold made his joints ache and his nose cold, and his mind wander towards thoughts of July and ice creams and Sirius in a white t-shirt, eyes closed as he lazed on the thick grass of Hyde Park with the sun toasting his skin and warming his bones.
The soft sounds of Diana's fountains washed around them like the distant sound of rain, and Sirius’ eyes had flickered open, blinking slowly, a lazy grin sweeping across his face, drawing out those precious laugh lines and turning the corners of his bright eyes upwards.
He had stretched his arms above his head languidly, letting a bit of skin peak out below the hem of his shirt. And Remus had taken the small, velvet box out from his jean pocket. And Sirius didn’t look surprised by the box, by the question, by the unimpressive size of the ring. He simply looked warm and happy.
But, then again, Sirius was summertime.
And Remus was glad to have him draped across him as they both slowly warmed under thick blankets, with only the sounds of breeze running through bare trees and the hoots of owls cutting through the dark silence of the woods.
“Moons?” Sirius breathed against his neck. Remus was happy to find his nose no longer cold. “Tell me a story?”
Remus, as per, took a bit of time before answering. He let a hand find Sirius’ back beneath layers of covers and clothing until his fingertips felt soft, warm skin. They whispered against it, taking their time stroking up and down. Sirius had always loved being touched like that—lightly, delicately, just because, just because Remus felt like touching him.
When they’d been idiot 16-year-olds, rooming together at a school in the north, totally unaware of what brewed between them, Remus would wake up in this very position—Sirius draped over him, his breaths brushing his neck, as his hands would roam Sirius' back beneath the covers.
He loved watching Sirius' eyes slowly open and hearing his soft groans as he woke completely comfortable and at ease draped across his very good, very platonic friend.
Remus delighted that Sirius would slowly wake while Remus’ fingers whispered against his skin. And Sirius would smile that same lazy, warm smirk. And Remus wished he’d never wasted time—that he’d been braver, that he’d known what his feelings were for Sirius sooner.
“Moons?”
Remus hummed in reply, Sirius’ elbow again stirring him from his thoughts. “Once upon a time, in a scary, horrid castle lived an absolute fucking idiot, who roomed with another fucking idiot. But this other idiot was rather lovely, in every definition of the word—”
“Ugh, c’mon—”
“Oi, shush,” Remus laid a finger against Sirius soft lips. “So, the absolute fucking idiot one day decided to don his armour—oh, and he’s a knight—so he put on all his what-nots and walked over to the lovely idiot and stuttered his way into a date with the lovely sod.”
Sirius hummed against Remus’ shoulder. “You’re talking about the date I didn’t actually know was a date?”
“No,” Remus laughed. “The date you pretended not to know was a date.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “This lovely idiot was a lovely fucking coward.”
Remus fervently kissed the top of Sirius’ head, breathing in the scent of his coconut shampoo. “Don’t talk about him like that.” His hand resumed its trailing. “Now, the lovely idiot had shown up to the pier on the Black Lake looking quite fantastic—wearing that black button-down, and his hair. Well, back then—”
“Oh, this is a ghost story, is it?” Sirius quipped. “Sounds horrifying.”
“Love, shut up,” he said, giving his head yet another kiss. “All-in-all, what a couple of idiots. But they figured it out, huh?” Remus hand climbed up to meet Sirius’ which rested on Remus’ chest. Remus’ fingers fiddled with the thin band wrapped around Sirius’ slender finger.
“Yeah, I did.”
@wolfstarmicrofic
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lolregulus · 2 days
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Regulus trying to cheat in uno because he knows James will beat him. (He still loses anyways)
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regulusblacksworld · 2 months
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Remus: *writing with his left hand* James: wOah I thought you could only write with your right! Remus: Remus: I’m ambidextrous Sirius: OMG SO I HAVE A CHANCE
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marauderstars · 1 month
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Sirius: I thought we said bros before hoes!
James: But my hoe is your bro!
Regulus: I’m literally standing right here…
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mooomoony · 3 months
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James: Did you have to stab him?
Regulus: You weren't there you didn't hear what he said to me.
James: *hands on his hips* Well what did he say?
Regulus: "What are you going to do Baby Black? Stab me?"
Barty: That's fair.
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adharastarlight · 4 months
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James: hey Rem, can my parents adopt you?
Remus: what? why?
James: because then when Sirius finds out and goes "youre sleeping with my brother!?!" I can go "well so are you!" and flash him the certificate as proof.
Remus: Prongs that is a ridic- YOU'RE FUCKING REGULUS!?!?!
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quill-q · 4 months
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Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs - a Gentlemen’s Evening
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prozmal · 27 days
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just me being emotional about them. again
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jegulus4life · 1 month
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“Falling implies some sort of speed and destination. If anything, Regulus is rotting.”
(Choices, Messermoon)
This wasn’t really inspired by choices but once it was done I thought it really fit this quote 🥲
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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 day
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marlene: marriage is such a stupid and outdated idea, like why would you bring contracts into love? that’s so dumb-
lily: okay hear me out: what about marrying dorcus?
marlene:
lily:
marlene: oh my god you’re so right
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olliemc13 · 2 months
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jegulus fic writers be like “oh yeah it’s a little bit angsty” and then write the most heartbreaking tear jerking rip your heart out and throw it off a cliff pieces of writing that have me randomly crying for days
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yogirl-willow · 9 months
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You know it’s love when they swallow 💀
Some promised Jegulus content (and finally drew Reggie!)
Comic inspired after this text post by @dadfootandmoonyy
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fyodarling · 4 months
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James: what if I-
Regulus: no
That’s it. That’s their entire dynamic.
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marauderstars · 2 months
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James: Look, as a straight man, I think-
Sirius: Wait, what did you just call yourself?
James: …a straight man?
Sirius: Oh, so we’re just saying things now?
Sirius: As a toaster, I-
James: Shut up Sirius.
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