#moony padfoot and prongs

[myrows]

Wolfstar college AU

The perfect Plan — part II

[vent-mon-hyperespace]

Sirius: I've already sent good vibes your way —they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Remus: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

[liquorcoconut]

Moony: "So what? Give up, Black, I've won this duel."

Padfoot:" Ooooh, I lost.... What a pity)"

Tadaaaa, here's a full-fledged art in the marauder universe, I hope you like it very much 🥰

[radios-silent]

Do you think that Remus likes baking- specifically cookies, and when one of the other Marauders are sick he makes a fresh batch, and James makes soup, but if James is sick then Moony finds the recipe and tries his hardest to make it right, and even if it's not 100% there (cos he's a baker not a cook), James would love it anyway and not bother to criticise it- idk I thought 'bout this while eating toast 4 ways and went hey, who knows

[that-bitch-kat3]

if you ever wonder how i think the marauders acted with each other here is a snippet from my fanfiction that i will publish in 20 years when i finally figure out the plot structure.

“Wow imagine if I a gave a fuck.” James said. “Really everyone take a moment and picture it.”

Next to him Sirius and Peter made a show of pondering the idea and Remus attempted to hide a laugh behind his hand.

“That would be wild.” Sirius said, well, seriously, and Peter nodded in agreement.

“I know,” James said nodding back, “unfortunately that’s the closest we’ll ever get to it becoming a reality so everyone hold onto that.”

“I’m holding it.” Peter deadpans.

[theprisonerandthebeast]

sirius black <3

[ssolnyshka]

[the-stars-were-his]

rare - @padfootmicrofics - 112 words

it was rare for sirius black to show his true emotions, if you asked the people around him.

it was rare for sirius to snap, to give in to all the pressure around him.

it was rare for sirius to let himself cry, to "let it all out".

but they didn't know.

they didn't know.

that it wasn't rare for sirius to want to boil over in rage, to scream and shout and yell.

that it wasn't rare for sirius to just want to react, to break something, to hurt someone.

that it wasn't rare to bottle up all his emotions.

to put on a mask.

to be "carefree".

to be "happy".

[sparkledbun-random]

No but you're losing me is so adult remus after sirius went to azkaban (wolfstar pov obvi), and it breaks my heart even more

[songofpolaris]

Imagine: Scribbled notes

masterlist / navigation

-> pairing; reader x Remus Lupin

-> wc; 1.3k

-> warnings; fluff, autumn and mentions of smoking. if any of the previously mentioned sickens or disturbs you, please do not read.

-> a/n; i don't even know when I last posted a good old hopeless romantic imagine that I would normally use to fall asleep to.

Lattes, cappuccinos, mint tea, cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice on everything you eat. Movie marathons, thick fuzzy blankets, rainy nights and cold morning air. Dusty books, poison ivy and poems. Autumn. 

For some people, this is the time to hide away and complain that the sun is nowhere to be found while sitting in their houses all day, doing nothing. But not for you. No, for you, this is your time to shine. The leaves are showing your favourite colours each morning on your way to work and the customers come in with hair that’s blown in each and every direction by the winds outside. They smile, grateful to have a place to recharge at for a bit, and are always that tiny bit more thankful when you hand them a warm cup of coffee and a neatly wrapped book. Your autumn brightness lights up their seasonal darkness. 

There is also always a switch in customers when this change of season takes place. The summer blonds in flowy dresses leave and the autumn brunettes with thick sweaters take their place. 

There’s only one person who keeps coming in, every week, when you work. He’s tall and dark and handsome and all the other cliche book descriptions you wish you could use for someone in real life. But he’s also introverted and not perfect looking. He has scars and messy hair and doesn’t seem to act like he’s anything other than himself. 

As you stand on your toes to put the new book series on the shelf, you hear the bell ringing from the door. The door itself creeks enough for you to hear that someone has come in, but the boss won’t fix it for reasons no one can quite comprehend. Something with nostalgia and how the youth keeps on fixing things that do not, ever, need fixing. 

“Hello! I’ll be with you in just a moment, just let me put this down.” You greet whoever just came in still standing on the tip of your toes, clumsily balancing three books under your left arm while placing another one on the shelf. 

“That doesn’t look like it’ll be done in a moment and if it is, it won’t be because all the books got to their place, y/n.” A low voice answers. You smile as you realise it’s him. 

“Delusion is a fine way to work, Remus.” You answer as you try to get even higher on your toes.

You hear footsteps hasting your way as you fall back, realising gravity actually still is with you. However, two arms envelop you before you hit the ground. They slowly push you back into your normal standing position, still hugging you from the back. 

“It’s also a way to break your toes or get a concussion, genius.” Remus whispers into your ear. You huff and turn around. His arms leave you and you feel the absence of them immediately. 

Remus kneels down and gathers the books, then easily places them on the havened book shelf. His curls fall back from his eyes and the strong jawline gets shown off more than ever. ‘How is this specimen real?’ is all you manage to think. As he looks back at you, you clear your throat and walk up to the register. While walking, you raise your hand to your cheek. It actually feels hot. Is it hot? You let your hair fall into your face to cover up the cheeks, which feel like they might actually be looking like tomatoes. 

You duck behind the register to grab the only delivery made this week, which could only be for him. This man reads a new book every week and buys a new one each time he comes into the store. So far, the only week he didn’t come in was the first week of spring break, which later turned out to be because he broke his leg and physically could not make it to the bookstore on his own. 

“Emma by Jane Austen this time?” You ask as he comes up to you. He nods.

“I love you for this! It’s actually my favourite book.” You tell him while wrapping it. 

Now, a blush comes up on his cheeks. He picks on his sweater awkwardly while starting to lean onto the counter. While looking away he answers; “I know, you told me last time.”

You ignore the awkward change of behaviour and push your hair back out of your face. You couldn’t hide that heat in you even if you did try, so why would you. You look at him questioningly. 

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. Anyway, even if I did forget the conversation, I have a list of books you recommended to me.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing on the planet. Sure. Everybody is this attentive. Every single person on this planet is this kind of attentive. 

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about your opinion and trust it.”

“Can I see it?”

“Why are you only asking questions suddenly?”

You lay the neatly wrapped book in front of him, tilt your head and look at him. 

“Can I?” Is all you say, still keeping a hand on the book. He looks down at the book and then focuses onto your eyes.

“No.”

“Why in the world not?”

Remus shakes his head. His glasses are crooked and he smells like cigarettes and peppermint. There’s only a register between the two of you that’s really just 17 inches broad. That gives you a good sense of someone’s smell when they lean up to it. 

“Fine” he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and takes out a folded piece of paper, “but don’t start thinking I’m a stalker or anything now, alright?” He says as he hands it to you. You nod and unfold the paper. On it, titles are scribbled and quotes stand behind the ones he has read.

“What are the quotes for, smokey?” You ask jokingly. Not that it reflects how you feel in any way, shape or form. Truthfully, you’re tearing up and trying to hide it with a stupid comment. 

Remus seems to hesitate answering this question. Though the weird nickname always does make him show that lopsided grin of his. 

“Unless it’s a state secret, you can tell me.” You add.

“They’re quotes I see you in.”

“But these quotes…Remus”

“Yes, y/n?”

“I know you have read these, but have you?” You say perplexed. This can not be real. Outside of the store, you two have run into each other some time and each time it was amazing, but it didn’t feel like he thought much more of the two of you than just people who sometimes coincidentally run into each other and talk about books outside of that. The quotes seem to think otherwise. And they’re all ones you love and annotated yourself.

“Y/n, please say something. I swear I’m not some obsessive person, I just really enjoy spending time with you and thought this would… I don’t know. Give me more to talk to you about? Understand you better?”

You laugh. How can someone think this is going to make you see them as anything less than amazing. Less than wonderful. Less than perfect. You move around the register and then you’re standing right in front of him. His chin actually hits the top of your head when you stand closer to him. You move back and move your hand to the back of his head. 

“I’m going to stand on my toes again, alright? So you just hold me.” You whisper as you stand on your toes and your lips slowly, delicately touch his. His arms wrap around you. You have never been more steady than this.

“It's such a happiness when good people get together.” Jane Austen - Emma

taglist; @calamitoustide @innerloverpainter

[siredtodeadgaywizards]

James, to Remus: Are you fucking serious?!

Remus:….

James:….

Remus: …yeah?

James: GODDAMN IT MOONY

Sirius: It’s not like he’s lying tho..

James: *starts tearing his hair out*

[vent-mon-hyperespace]

Regulus: Oh my gosh, puppy!

Padfoot, what is this child doing?

Regulus: You are so soft.

Padfoot, kill me now, please.

Regulus, *petting the black dog not knowing it’s really Sirius*

Padfoot, this actually feels nice.

Regulus: You can be my secret best friend. Well, I’m sure I can tell my other secret friend about you.

Padfoot, I’m your brother, you little goofball.

Regulus: His name is Remus, he’s nice, he gives me chocolate.

Padfoot, why, Remus?

[prismolovesfanfiction]

james' petnames

James: Lily flower Sirius: Flour? Remus: Eggs Peter: Preheat oven to 180 Lily: ....

[themoonandtosaturn]

that feeling when u finally find ur people>>

@smql33 @jamespottersversion

i love you guys x

[kenjikishimotoswifey]

I LOVE THIS LMFAO POOR REMUS

I need an outlet for my marauders brainrot, so here I am, crawling back to tumblr

[vent-mon-hyperespace]

Remus, taking a sip of coffee: Why does this taste like water?

James: I made it. How is it?

Remus, frowning: Weak, very weak.

Sirius, *gulps*

Remus: I need strong coffee, filled with more caffeine than one can pack in a cortisone shot. I do, honestly, have to deal with you lot, even around this time.

Sirius: But isn’t cortisone given in pounds?

Remus: Yes, Sirius. I need pounds, and pounds of caffeine.