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The minalima edition of POA definitely ships wolfstar. JUST LOOK AT THEM.
#marauders era#lily evans#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#harry potter#harry potter marauders#james potter#atyd marauders#marauders#moony#padfood#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs
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Remus has problems with his knee because of his werewolf transformation and can't really do the up and down in riding position during sex, so he gyrates his hips and it drives Sirius crazy.
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James,running late for class: "sorry professor, I'm late. My alarm didn't go off"
*the whole class staring at him*
professor Flitwick: "nice of you to join us, mister Potter."
James, walking to his seat next to Sirius
Sirius, staring holes in the back of James' head
professor Flitwick, about to resume his lesson, turns around and says:
"i advise you you don't mistake your uniform with someone elses when you're running late"
James, clueless
"what?" Then whispering to Sirius:"what?"
Sirius, shooting daggers at him
"Prongs, who's Slytherin tie is this?"
James, slowly looking down at the green tie he's wearing, before looking up sheepishly
"haha you're not going to believe this-"
#jegulus#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#the marauders#james potter#regulus black#james x regulus#harry potter#Prongs#Padfood#sirius black#Hogwarts#slytherin
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Sirius finding out about Jegulus:
Sirius: Oi, Prongs, take that
James: What’s that?
Sirius: Oh just something Moony gave me. He said I should give it to you and let you smell it.
James: What the hell did Moony do?
Remus: *enters the common room* Just fucking smell it
James: Kay, Kay… Smells weird. Like… cat…
Remus: Cat?
James: Yeah, cat. A little bit like McGonagall always smells like… that’s weird what’s in there?
Remus: Doesn’t matter, just continue
James: A little bit like pine and old books…
Sirius: Pine and old books? Remus, what the hell did you give him?
Remus: James, just continue
James: Kay. It smells a little like sea salt. Oh, and like mint. And like that one cologne. A little like Sirius but more… different
Sirius: Like me? MOONY NOW TELL ME WHAT THE FUCKING HELL YOU GAVE PRONGS!
Remus: You smell anything else?
James: Flowers. Oh, and Lilys cologne
Sirius: Is that Amortentia, Remus?
James: WHAT!? YOU GAVE ME AMORTENTIA!?
Remus: I might… I’m just wondering who smells like mint, Sirius cologne, sea salt, Minerva, pine, old boooks and Lily…
Sirius: I do. Well, I don’t smell like Minnie and Lily but the rest fits. The whole Black family smells like that. Even my little brother does-
Sirius: PRONGS DO YOU FUCKING FANCY MY LITTLE BROTHER!? MY BABY LITTLE BROTHER!? MY REGULUS!?
James:
Sirius: YOU LITTLE BROTHERFUCKER!
James:
Remus:
Peter: I knew it! Remus, gimme those ten galleons!
Remus: Alright… *hands Peter the galleons*
Sirius: PRONGS I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!
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Moony
I was feeling sad and drew a Remus Lupin. Now I´m not sad anymore. That´s magic.
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the comfort of the moon
pairing: sirius black x remus lupin
summary: sirius hasn’t been the same since he ran away from home but luckily someone was there to keep him company even in his darkest moments
warnings: mature, angst, nightmares, mentions of trauma, references to child abuse, mention of scars, mentions of injury, graphic depictions of violence and torture, hurt/comfort, just a dash of fluff
mentioned spells: lacero - cutting curse, tormensia - similar to crucio but not as severe, impulsum - the bludgeoning curse, crucio - torture curse (unforgivable)
word count: 1.3k
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It had been weeks since the incident. Since Sirius had run away from home. He was living with the Potters now. Thank Merlin, Remus thought. At least he was safe now.
Still, they all worried about him. They knew his increase in day-to-day dramatics and mischief was an attempt to convince them that he was okay — that he was still the same old Sirius.
But he wasn’t. Not really.
It came at night. When he was unable to distract his mind with other things. When he was lying alone in bed, surrounding curtains drawn not quite tight enough to ward off the lurking monsters under his bed.
Remus heard it. The increasing beat of his heart. The opening of his fear-stricken eyes. The stifled cries that followed. Tears that never seemed to cease until the sun was finally back in the sky. Of course he did. He always heard everything, especially in the small space of their shared bedroom.
It didn’t take superhuman senses to know things were not as okay as Sirius insisted they were. James and Peter had sensed it as well. They had also heard the muffled tears, but they knew their friend. They knew Sirius wouldn’t want to talk about it, not to them.
Tossing and turning followed by a string of quiet nos and then, finally, the usually cheerful boy would begin to sob.
Remus didn’t know much about what had happened the night he ran away, other than it was bad, but he had a good idea of what Sirius had been going through all those years.
Lacero. Tormensia. Impulsum. Crucio. Those were just a few of the curses Sirius was more than familiar with, having had them inflicted on him by the very people who were supposed to love and protect him.
Remus had seen the scars and even tended to Sirius when he returned to school with fresh wounds. He’d wiped away the blood and pinched healing potions and salves from Madam Pomfrey.
It wasn’t long before Remus found his legs moving for him as he quietly climbed from his bed and began to tiptoe across the room. When he reached the side of Sirius’ bed, he hesitated as he reached out for the curtain.
Finally, he allowed his fingers to curl around the fabric and he pulled it back, open just enough for him to climb in. Sirius, in this time, had rolled over to his other side, turning away from Remus as he sniffled to himself, halting his tears.
Remus had expected Sirius to tell him to go away so he was surprised to find the older boy didn’t so much a move when he climbed in behind him. He drew the curtain closed again, sheltering them both from the world outside and after a moment, carefully placed an arm around Sirius, who still didn’t make a single sound. It seemed to bring some comfort to him though, because he did not cry again that night.
The next morning, when he awoke, Remus was already back in his own bed.
This became a sort of routine for them after that, although neither spoke of it. Not while they lay in bed in each other’s arms, nor when they resumed their day as normal come morning. There was a silent understanding between them, a hushed promise.
Every night now Remus found himself in Sirius’ bed. He’d creep over after James and Peter were asleep, getting into bed with his best friend in an attempt to keep the nightmares at bay.
They still came though, no matter what he did. Night after night. Memories of pain, suffering, anguish. He’d feel the burn in his scars as if they were still fresh and weeping bloodstained tears. Fear would strike through him, his eyes bursting open with the image of his mother’s cruel wand still flinging vile curses at him fresh in his mind.
“Crucio!” she cried, turning her wand on her eldest son.
He screamed, knees buckling as he collapsed to the ground. His father scowled down at him, his greatest failure. Regulus tried to look away as his brother’s body contorted on the ground, twisting in pain. The perfect son, a coward who could do nothing in the way of saving his brother from torment.
Sirius screamed until he no longer recognised his own voice. He screamed still as his voice began to give out, pained cries fading to silence. Still, tears continued to pour across his pale cheeks.
His body jerked forward when he finally broke free, the nightmare still all too real. He was sitting up now, hands moving to wipe the tears from his face. Remus was already sitting beside him, hand resting softly on his back as he coaxed him out of the past.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, voice oh so gentle, “I’m here… I’m right here.”
It was the first time either of them had ever spoken a word during their recent nighttime visits.
He knew the other boys had woken. This time he’d been crying out in his sleep, “No… no… mother… mother, please... please, stop… it… it hurts…”
They had heard him. They too were sitting upright in their beds. They’d have already come to him if they hadn’t realised Remus was already there, already by his side.
Only when his breathing slowed back to normal and they heard rustling as the other two boys lay back down, did Peter and James finally allow themselves to go back to sleep.
They knew now so there was no need for Remus to go back to his bed in the morning. Sirius began to grow used to the warmth beside him, engulfing him entirely when his sleepy eyes finally peeled open.
Still, no one spoke of it. Sirius didn’t like to be pitied, after all. So, when the sun finally rose, things went back to normal. They laughed and joked and got into all sorts of trouble.
Then the shadow of night fell over them again but no matter how bad the nightmares got it was okay because he was there. And, after a little while, they stopped coming so frequently.
It all became so much more bearable because he wasn’t alone anymore. He wasn’t trapped in that godforsaken house surrounded by people who loathed him. No, now he was with his friends. He was with Remus.
They never spoke of their feelings. Not once during all of it. They probably wouldn’t for some time still. It was a difficult thing to put into words, especially after everything they’d been through. Still, even without words it was known. To them and to their friends.
He rolled over, already feeling calm again after yet another painful dream. Remus was already awake, his sleepy eyes softening when Sirius’ head fell back down onto the pillow beside him.
With a gentle thumb, he wiped the tears from the other boy’s eyes.
Without words, Sirius shuffled closer, nuzzling his head under Remus’ chin. The younger boy pulled him close, wrapping his arms around his warm frame, and began to run soothing fingers through raven hair.
“Thank you,” the elder mumbled, although there was so much more he wanted to say.
Later. He would tell him later. Tell him how thankful he was. Tell him how safe he felt with Remus by his side. Tell him how much he loved him.
For once, the blanket of darkness that came with the setting of the sun didn’t seem quite so bad. Because the stars weren’t alone anymore. Now, they had the comfort of the moon.
In the morning, James smiled down at his friends. Not the least bit surprised to find the two of them entangled from head to toe, completely wrapped up in one another as they slept. Sirius snored quietly into Remus’ chest, arms draped loosely around him.
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I don't care if no one ever loves me as long as sirius black and remus lupin are head over heels for each other somewhere
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Sirius' favourite class to be in is History of magic beacuse he can have his beauty sleep he looses while doing Marauders shenanigans
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Saw this short video (https://twitter.com/Yoda4ever/status/1746939047870906653) and thought of wolfstar & their werepuppies 🥺🥺 Padfood bringing Moony treats 🥺🥺 and then cuddles 🥺🥺 sorry just wanted to share
Awwwww!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 the way he flops at the end 🥹🥹🥹 so padfoot and moony!!!
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Reading crimson rivers is absolutely a form of self torture because damn.
#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders fanfiction#harry potter marauders#marauders era#padfood#moony x padfoot#jegulus#jegulus fic#james x regulus#regulus black#james fleamont potter#james potter
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How Sirius Tattos started
Sirius drew on Remus' arms and hands in class, and because he thought it was so cool on Moony, he decided to get a tattoo. That's how it started.
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Velvet Bond by Starloversss
A darkness had fallen over the house the moment the streetlights had gone out.
The air on the glass had condensed to become almost ice.
Something was wrong.
Something was wrong.
Something was wrong.
He watched the two most important person in his life.
Lily had to be safe.
Harry had to be safe.
"Lily, whatever happens now, you stay with Harry." And Lily nodded, taking the child in her arms. She probably wanted to argue, he could see it in her eyes, but she was intelligent enough to understood that now was not the right moment.
Maybe never.
Because tonight it was the night he would die.
But it was okay- everyone knew how James was. Everyone would come before him. And his son would make no exception. He would have protected his golden boy. His heart. And his mother.
He was a martyr.
And it was okay.
For Lily and Harry.
"It's him, he's here," he said after a short while, he didn't know how he knew, he just did. He got up to face him; the man was already in the middle of the driveway, already near the door. He had never seen him but he knew.
Padfood was the right choice.
Peter betrayed us.
It should have been Padfoot.
It was the only thing he could think of when he was going to face his death.
Padfoot was innocent.
Peter was not.
He looked into Lily's eyes for the last time.
The we’re running out of time, Voldemort was opening the door and Harry had to be safe. His child. His son. His everything.
“Lily take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!”
Padfoot was the right choice.
He knew it. Even if Sirius was predictable he was not a traitor. He was the best man in the world, even though he came from the worst of the families.
“I’m sorry” he whispered when he found out he hadn’t his wand with him.
“I’m sorry” he whispered when he saw the door open, or better, blow up.
“I’m sorry, it should have been Padfoot. You would be safe right now. Not scared to death.” James was not ready to lose his son, to lose Lily. He was not ready but he was harmless in front of the most powerful man in the wizarding world.
“James!” He heard Lily scream, her footsteps who were going upstairs, with Harry in her arms, trying to find a safer place.
“I’m sorry Lils, Harry I love you”
From Velvet Bond, if you want to read it I’ll be glad!
#ao3#james x regulus#jegulus#marauders#james loves regulus#harry potter#lgbtq#baby harry potter#black brothers angst#sirius and regulus#regulus deserved better#angst#happy ending
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moony, wormtail, padfood and teradine are proud to present to you... the jedi marauder's map????
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Send "dearly held" for your muse to hug my muse close and tightly as if they fear if they let go they'll lose them forever -remus & sirius ( @sioraiocht )
Twelve years. He had kept track of every day with tally marks upon the walls. Twelve years of barely eating and just curling up as Padfoot so they couldn’t take too much away from him. Twelve years of tattoos upon his skin — one that he got specifically for Remus Lupin. Twelve years of rotting for crimes he didn’t commit. He knew who that stupid rat was the moment he was on the front page — a ret missing a toe was no mere coincidence. So he escaped, he didn’t need a bug explosion. Hos malnourished dog form allowed him to squeeze past the bars.
It was a little over a year — and Harry was back in school. Remus had practically moved in, which he had no qualms with at all. His body had returned back to it’s healthy weight. But now he knew why James hated having to hide. Sirius was bored out of his mind. Between the order meetings and waiting for Harry to write back to him, he was bored. Sure; he and Remus were making up from all of their lost time — but even Moony got to leave to go gather supplies or meet people. It was those times when he would turn into Padfood and run around as if he were a stray dog. Only this time, he had almost been caught and shoved into a shelter.
He was panting when he slammed the back door shut — pressing himself against it as he felt that familiar rush he got, one he hadn’t felt since his yesrs at Hogwarts of almost getting caught past curfew. He went to the window — snickering to himself as he watched the muggles look around in confusion as he had turned a corner and disappeared. He didn’t hear Moony’s footsteps so when he was suddenly being hugged from the back he jumped ans gave out a yelp. He turned around — his eyebrows raising and looking down at him before carefully winding his arms around him.
“You’re back early. I was expecting you to be out for longer.” There was a pause as he tilted his head down to press a soft kiss against the other man’s scalp — unaware of the implications of how tightly Remus was holding onto him. “What should we do for dinner?”
#the world isn't split into good people and death eaters || post azkaban#you drew stars around my scars || remus x sirius#sioraiocht
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Early morning cup of tea?
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