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regglilbean · 2 months
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TW : blood ?
insane love
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close ups
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currentobessionsig · 1 year
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the most gut-wrenching, poetic and beautiful lines I have read have mostly come from fan fiction
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oatswaffle · 5 months
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shhh they’re doing homework!! ⭐️🌙—😴💤
cookies if you know what sirius is writing ;P 🍪
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lifeonmarls · 1 year
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Crimson Rivers typeset: books and their covers
fic by @mayzarbewithyou on ao3
art by @/likeafunerall on ig
typeset by me 😁
volume one is finished i'm still working on the other two since i want to make sure it's perfect i added everything in THIS drive doc 🫶🏼🫶🏼
This typeset is just for the first 25 chapters since i'm splitting up the fic in 3 books so 25 chapters for each volume !
feel free to use these at your own leisure , please send me a picture! i would love to see how they turn out 💘
some pictures to show how some of my favourite pages look like✨
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bentknife · 7 months
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you ever think about a character and how deeply heartbreaking their story is and no one thinks too much about it. and now ur crying in ur office hoping ur boss doesn’t walk in.
yea…. me neither.
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kaydincenerd · 1 year
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The mauraders everyone
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Regulus black most of the time
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Peter agreeing to any one of James and Sirius plans
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Real footage of James in the wild 
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The blacks on vacation
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This is jegulus for ya
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Sirius if he ever became a hippie
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Any photo of Sirius that Remus takes
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percy15 · 9 months
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Over there time at Hogwarts Remus and Regulus had both heard the other talking about how it sucks because it’s almost That Time of the Month ™️ or over hears Sirius talking about how the other is a little grumpy because of it and so Remus assumes Reg is also a werewolf and that’s why Sirius was so accepting of Remus’ condition and Regulus assumes Remus is trans and that’s why all of the marauders were so good about his name and pronouns ect
Idk how this ends but I think it would be funny if they both thought it made perfect sense but were also super confused about the logistics
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vampieteeth · 5 months
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This Parisian Storm And What It Takes From Me
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pairing: sirius black x fem! reader
summary: sirius black takes his lovely girlfriend on an impromptu holiday, but has a hard time dealing with the boredom (and arguably, the horniness) that arises when she decides to work ‘just until the rain stops’. thus, sirius takes matters into his own hands
contains: suggested themes (no smut), she/her pronouns + feminine titles affiliated with those pronouns ie ‘girlfriend’, slightly submissive! sirius black (he likes letting his girlfriend take control), kissing, established relationship, brief regulus black x james potter mention! mentions of sirius black being aroused by his girlfriend, mentions of sex
thank you for reading!
This Parisian storm is unrelenting, Sirius thought miserly. In the premature hours of the morning, he had watched it crack open over the amorous city with lightening so fierce it felt olympian — showering cold rain like he had never seen it before against the cobblestone streets, as if The God’s had finally decided to do away with France. It showed no signs of coming to an end. What rotten luck! He had a million things planned on the itinerary today: namely, taking a romantic stroll down the Champs-Élysées, with cheese and wine (and, if you had wanted, wine and cheese), followed by a lot of perfect sex, takeway, a deliciously hot, lavender-scented bath, and then, of course, more life-altering sex — if only to selfishly keep you away from work for a while.
Which— and he noted this with a very heavy heart — was what had currently beguiled your attention. Leaning against the door-frame, he frowned. There you were, looking lovely, hair put up, drowning in his red sweater, typing away at your laptop. He liked that you were goal orientated because he enjoyed having a smarty-pants, over-achiever, college degree girlfriend, but he absloutely abhorred that it was cutting into your girlfriend-boyfriend vacation time. (It was not often that he was able to get the keys to the Black family’s amenities — because frankly, his mother hated him— but his brother was currently taking his place as the Bad Child of the month because his mother had found out he was fucking Potter. So he had taken advantage of poor baby Regulus’ catastrophe and made haste for the sky rise apartment Regulus liked to holiday in during the autumn, with little to no remorse.)
Only a few hours, you’d said, kissing him on the cheek, trying to placate him. I’m sorry baby; I have a deadline. I’ll stop when the rain stops.
And then it never did. Sirius had tried to occupy himself. He read an entire Herbology journal— yet there you remained. Then, he had taken a long conversation with Remus via the fireplace in the bedroom (Remus was thinking about adopting a second cat; Sirius was against it) yet there you remained. He had even taken an hour long shower, and still— there you remained! It had been hours. Now, it was evening. It seemed as if you hadn’t noticed how long you had been typing. This was very in character for you, who could work until the flesh eroded from your bones— if he let you. Often, he did. Though he was growing incredibly impatient (translated: he was a little hungry and very horny) and he was struggling to see the good value in Muggle malarkey such as, ‘Christopher Marlowe’ or his (frankly disturbing) poetry, at all.
Thus, putting his Very Good Bullet Proof Plan Of Seduction into motion was a necessary evil. With conviction, he stunned his cigarette in the ashtray. Then, he began.
He cleared his throat. He readjusted the fluffy towel around his waist, to wisely display a salacious snippet of his happy trail. He undid his hair, still wet, and let it fall down his back. He cleared his throat again, and crossed towards that beautiful black-glass dining table that you had transfigured into a work station.
“Hello love,” he said, in his most sultry bedroom voice.
Much to his chagrin, it hardly warranted a glance his way. This did not dissuade him. Sirius licked his mouth, put his big hands on your shoulders, and squeezed.
”Doll,” his large, calloused thumbs smoothed against the nape of your neck, easing out the tension they way he knew you liked. Surely you would not be immune to that, he thought. “Baby, you look like you need a break.”
The tap, tap, tapping of the keys slowed, but did not halt completely. A smile pinched at your lips, regardless. It was rosy in aura, soft, amused, if not a bit lethargic. He pressed his lips against the top of your head.
“I’m almost done. Almost—” the tone of your voice was dulcet, like the crème brûlée you’d fed him off your spoon yesterday, succeeding diner.
Sirius kissed lovingly at the soft space behind your ear. It pleased him that you shivered at the delicate touch. “Sweetheart,” he all but purred, sliding his hands down your arms. This produced wonderful results: a sigh of relief. Pleasure. He liked that. Something stirred in his stomach. “Angel. Let’s take a break, hmm?”
It was then that you noticed his attire— or — lack thereof it. It delighted Sirius when you looked at him, especially like that: through your lashes, lips parted, like you wanted to devour him as much as he wanted to devour you. Except, you were a little more tactful with it.
When there was a lack of protest, Sirius artfully rotated the swivel chair so that you were facing him entirely. He took you in. The chandelier light looked marvellous on your skin; your hair, made you glow like a star. The strap of your velvet green bralette poked out of his old Quidditch Jersey. His dick stirred: he couldn’t tell if he wanted to take it off of you or have you keep it on eternally.
While he contemplated this with much thought, you rested your hand at the nape of his neck and stroked at the wet curls there. Sirius hummed, pleased, bracing himself on the table behind you, arced over you like a half-moon.
“You look so pretty,” you said.
“For you,” Sirius replied rather coolly, taking your face into his rough hand, to keep your gaze on him. Like a cat in the sun, you pressed your silken cheek into his palm.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, Paddy.”
”If you are,” Wantonly, Sirius smiled, leaning in precariously, so that your lips were inches from his own. “Make it up to me.”
Because he was a gentleman, Sirius let you lead. His dark lashes fluttered closed, took a palm to your thigh, and squeezed all the way up to the fat of your hip. A quiet mewl of a hum rings in his ears. The glossy petals of your mouth press kindly in his.
Keenly, he noted that you tasted of hot chocolate. One of your lovely hands strolled down his chest, settling dangerously at his waist, curling your freshly manicured nails into the waistband of his steadily unfurling towel. In turn, he inched his hand underneath that Gryffindor Pride Jersey; stroked the fabric of your bralette, palmed gently at your chest.
“I will,” you muttered in between kissing him.
The sex was, in fact, fucking amazing.
thank you for reading! reblogs are appreciated!
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Remus Lupin x fem!reader [2.1K] A lazy, summer Sunday after the full moon. Fluff, softness and shared tangerines.
Sundays were slow at Hogwarts, especially during summer. The Scottish heat made everyone sluggish, lazy and languid, mornings spent in cool showers and afternoons in the shade outside. 
It’s where Remus found you after breakfast, half cast in shadows under an old oak tree on the edge of the lake. Your bag was spilled out across the grass, books with dog eared pages and empty potion bottles, a broken quill and a half eaten chocolate frog that was doing its best to escape with just two legs. 
He sat down without a greeting, close enough that his shoulder bumped yours, his denim covered thigh up against your bare one. Your dress wasn’t doing much in terms of keeping you cool, but the breeze picked at it every now and then, sunflower yellow cotton against the green grass. 
Remus handed you half the tangerine he’d peeled and you accepted it with a hum, glancing out of the side of your eyes to inspect him. It had been a full moon last night and he had a new line across his neck to show for it. The scratch was already healed over, silver in the sunlight, no doubt from Lily’s wand, possibly even Remus’ own, if he’d managed enough sleep. 
You asked him as such, your gaze on the lavender coloured smudges below his lash line. “Sleep well?” 
It was barely ten o’clock in the morning, but the summer sun rose around four and you hoped the boy had managed a few hours of sleep, as restless as they may have been. You’d witnessed him before, just once, slumped between James and Sirius as they led him back through the portrait, half hidden as the cloak started slipping to the floor. There had been some blood, a lot of naked skin, dirt covered bare feet and half lidded eyes, barely focusing on you. Remus was asleep before James had managed to lead him to bed.  
The boy hummed, creased shirt sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows, smelling like citrus and the leftover smoke from the cigarette he probably stole from Sirius’ bedside. 
“Yeah,” he told you, his voice quiet enough that you could hear the owls above, making their way to the Great Hall. You knew he was saying it only for your benefit, a soft agreement that was supposed to make you feel less worried. “Managed a couple of hours, even with James’ snoring.”
You huffed out a laugh, leaning closer, every bit of your side touching his, like if you stayed near enough, you could convince yourself he was indeed safe, that he’d made it through another full moon without the need for a hospital wing visit afterwards. 
“They’re still asleep?” You asked, not needing to specify who you were talking about. There were only two other people who should’ve been lounging around you, talking shit and causing some sort of trouble. “They’re okay?”
Remus nodded, placing the last segment of fruit on your thigh, balancing it in the stripe of sun that came through the tree canopy. “Yeah. They’re safe. Tired, though. Don’t you worry that pretty, little head of yours.”
That was understandable. You’d only seen your friends from afar, from your dormitory window, watching in quiet fear as three shapes made their way to the forbidden forest, two familiar, the third you’d only seen in textbooks, in horror movie posters. James had engaged in too many discussions with you to count, whispered and heated, hidden from Remus until Sirius broke it up and the two boys had to watch you blink back tears as they both told you ‘no’ again, like they always did. 
It was always forgotten about when they visited the girls dorm when they shouldn’t have, shuffling through Gryffindor tower under James’ cloak, knocking on your door with a few chocolate frogs and Sirius’ last bottle of Pumpkin Juice. They said ‘sorry’ and you nodded, knowing. It was too dangerous to help, you were all too aware of that. So the boys aided at night, ran across the hillsides and through the forests, keeping Remus away from anything human and out of sight. And when morning came, they lingered in their dormitory, let Remus come to you, let you look after him in a way that only you could. 
Something in the lake splashed, far away enough that you didn’t catch a glimpse of it, maybe a tentacle from the giant squid, maybe something no one knew about. But Remus took the opportunity to push your book bag away with a foot, long legs stretched out on the grass so he could manoeuvre himself into his favourite position. His head on your lap, sandy brown hair still mussed from bed and the sun slanting over his face in peach-gold coloured stripes, the last piece of forgotten tangerine stolen back between his fingers. 
He held it up to you from where he lay, brown eyes turning honey coloured in the light. You tried to hide your smile with a twist of your lips, an eye roll that wasn’t as casual as you had hoped. Remus grinned, waiting patiently until you leaned forward just a touch, stealing the fruit from between his fingertips with your lips, hoping your teeth didn’t graze him. 
That wouldn’t have been proper. Not at all. 
But neither was the way the boy stole your hand, his curling around your wrist to guide it to his head, humming something sinful when you let your fingers delve into his hair to scratch at his scalp. Remus’ eyes fluttered, lashes casting shadows across his high cheekbones, the sun erasing the reddened shadows under his eyes. He looked less tired then, laid out all pretty in your lap like that, eyes closed, breathing even, a small smile on his lips. 
Peaceful. Like he hadn’t had his body wrecked and cracked the night before, like each of his bones hadn’t splintered and pieced themselves back together before the sun had come up. 
You let him lay like that for as long as he wanted, skin warming under the sun, hand soothing over his hair, across his forehead and along the slope of his cheek until his lips parted in sleepy surprise and Remus turned his head into your tummy, nose nudging there as he slept. 
He woke when James and Sirius found you both later, when the sky was still blue and cloudless, whistling and shouting something awful as they greeted you both with stolen sandwiches and pocketfuls of sherbet lemons. You frowned at the two boys, both as messy and sleep rumpled as the other, James wearing Remus’ stolen t-shirt, Sirius still in all black despite the heat, a split lip holding onto an unlit cigarette as he approached. Then Remus moved, something that saddened you both, but he stayed close, sharing pumpkin juice as you both listened and laughed at how Sirius managed to land himself detention and lost points only mere minutes after leaving the common room. 
And when the boys inevitably stripped off to go for a swim, you made them both sit in front of you first, wand out to heal their own scrapes and scratches, small injuries that made Remus’ lips turn down. James hooted and hollered as he ran down the small hill, ignoring how you yelled about his glasses, ‘cause Sirius was chasing him and soon they were both barrelling onto the cold water. 
Remus stayed, still close, a small and tired smile on his face as he watched you huff at your friends, fond affection creeping over him as you reached for your book. You leant back against the old oak tree, the book in the grass beside you because you saved your lap for him. It took him a second or two before he lay back down, cheek pressed to your bare thigh, eyes looking up at you. 
“Read to me?” He asked softly. “Please?”
And who were you to deny him? You kept a hand on the pages, another in his hair, only glancing away to make sure your friends weren’t drowning. You read until your voice dropped to a murmur, until all the sherbet lemons were gone, the sour sugar a leftover fizz on your tongue. Remus had his eyes closed, awake enough to hum when you whispered his name, tangerine scented fingers drawing shapes over your ankles. You wondered if he could feel your goosebumps, you wondered if he knew what it meant. 
You wondered if he’d let you do this tomorrow and the next day, and maybe the next after that. When there was no full moon to worry about and you could let your best friend lay in your lap just ‘cause he could. ‘Cause he wanted to, maybe. 
When the sky turned lilac, a candy floss pink at the horizon with the setting sun, James and Sirius were dressed again and Remus had slept on you for an hour or two. You could all smell dinner coming from the kitchens, the dull bustling noises from the hall as students gathered. Remus stood as the other boys argued, something nonsensical, a debate Remus was ignoring. He helped you to your feet even though he ached, smiling bashfully with pink cheeks as he stared at you for a beat too long. 
There was a crease along his jaw from the hem of your dress, a sign he’d napped all too well. It was a nicer sight to see than the new scars and before you could stop yourself, you ran a finger over the silver line on his throat, the one that went from the nape of his neck and round and down, disappearing into his collar. Remus stilled as you did, hardly breathing as he let you touch him, lips parted in surprise but his gaze fond all the same. 
“Does it still hurt?”
The boy shook his head, standing too close, toes touching. “Nah, m’fine. It’s fine.” His voice was a pretty rasp, hoarse from sleep, quiet as if not to startle you. “Lily fixed me up this morning.”
You’d been right. But it didn’t stop the awful stab of jealousy, a sharp pain between your ribs and bloomed and grew like weeds. You told yourself you were being silly, that you had no reason to feel such a thing. Especially since James had taken to spending his free periods in the library, trailing after the red headed girl, gazing at her like you looked at Remus. 
You cleared your throat and nodded, smiling a little tight as you dropped your hand. Maybe Remus was a little more awake than you’d once thought, ‘cause he bent at the knees a little, just enough to catch your nervous gaze with his and smile at you. He was still sleep soft, all blushing cheeks and tired eyes. 
“Days like these?” He prompted, voice low enough that the other boys didn’t overhear as they made their way to the castle. “With you?”
You could hear your heartbeat, could feel it in your ears, could feel the rattle of your bones. You wondered if Remus could too. 
“They help me a lot, y’know. When it’s finally done and I get back?” He nodded towards the castle, chin lifting to the tower where your beds sat. “When the guys get me home and I can lie down, I always think about you before I fall asleep. What you’ll read to me the next day, what pretty dress you’ll be wearing.”
Your breath hitched and your shoulder bumped into Remus’ arm as you walked, a wide eye stare set on James’ broad back as you trailed behind them. You could feel Remus watching you, could feel the way he smiled. And when you were brave enough to look back, face feeling too warm, you wrinkled your nose and asked:
“Yeah? Really?”
Remus nodded, chin ducking to his chest like he suddenly wasn’t as brave with your eyes on him. “All your dresses are pretty,” he added. “But s’not the point. All of you help me. James, Pads, Lily.”
His hand brushed yours, pinky finger touching your own for a beat too long to be accidental and the boy kept his gaze on the grass as he walked. He cleared his throat, brows stitching together as he tried to find the right words. 
“They all help me. But you help me the most.” A pause, long and filled with something you couldn’t put your finger on. Tangerines, old books, new scars, cheeks pressed to legs and honey brown eyes in the sun. “When it’s all over? When it’s done?  You make me feel like me again.”
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yaras-worldofchaos · 1 year
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have u cried cuz of harry potters dad and his friends or are u normal
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junozz · 29 days
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A little art dump from an animatic I did of wolfstar a week ago GRRR I LOVE THEM SO
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evan-ate-that-up · 1 month
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(Modern Marauders)
In the Gryfindoor common room:
Sirius and James stood on a table:
Sirius: Pardon me are you Aaron burr, sir?
James: that depends who’s asking?..
(Two hours later)
Remus: SHUT THE FUCK UP
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pinguinwings · 8 months
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☆▪︎•°Wolfstar☆°•*○
Kinda obsessively drawing these two lately
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userdagiva · 1 year
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Sweet tea in the summer
Cross my heart, won't tell no other
And though I can't recall your face
I still got love for you
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jehcee · 9 months
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Dorcas: so who's the hottest gryffindor according to you?
Regulus: obviously it's remus.
Dorcas: I thought you are in love with james??
Regulus: yeah you are right...
Dorcas: ???
Pandora: Reggie has a thing for second best things... Something to do with his childhood trauma of being the second son.
James: I COME SECOND IN REGULUS' LIST OF HOT PEOPLE!!!
James: HE SAID I'M HOT!!!
The mauraders (especially remus) had to hear james rant about it for hours
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