#the marauders era

[my-castles-crumbling]

study - wolfstar - September 21 - @padfootmicrofics - word count: 165

"Moons?" Sirius asked vaguely, studying his reflection in the mirror and pulling strange expressions as he tilted his head.

"Hmm?" Remus asked, absorbed by his book that he had balanced on his lap as he lay in bed.

But in a quick moment, Sirius vaulted onto his lap, bringing his face close, face nervous.

"Do I have wrinkles? Right here, between my eyes," he asked anxiously.

But Remus's brain was short-circuiting. Because Sirius was so close, and he was on his lap, and their breaths were intermingling and he could pick out every fleck of color on his grey irises. He wanted to fling his arms around the shorter boy's neck. To pull him even closer, and connect their lips.

"Erm..." he mumbled, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Remus?" Sirius asked, bringing his hand up to brush his jaw. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "You...you look perfect, Pads."

And he was probably mistaken when he saw the light blush spread across Sirius's beautiful cheeks. Right?

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James is the best boyfriend while you're sick.

Genre: Fluffy <3

Warnings: having a cold, germs, mentions of being contagious? really none lmao i'm just over cautious

~ for my lovely 🍓anon! enjoy! ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You're convinced you're dying and no matter how much your boyfriend promises you you're not, you still feel miserable.

"No, no," you shake your head, your nose running obnoxiously as you blow into another tissue—you could start a whole collection by now. "you don't u-understand. My body is crumbling as we speak," you tell him as you're curled up in your bed, under a bunch of blankets and wearing James's warmest and favorite sweatshirt.

James sits by you, one hand pressed against your forehead and he frowns, suppressing a small smile. "Is that so? Guess I'll have to glue you back together again then," he hums softly. 

Your eyes narrow and then you cough loudly, your throat hoarse, "You aren't funny."

James feigns hurt. "Ouch," he strokes your hairline with his thumb, looking at you fondly, and then gives in as his eyes soften. "I'm sorry. I can feel you burning up, I know you must feel very ill, hm?" 

You nod, sitting up against the pillows as you cough again. The sound sounds horrible. James leans closer, his expression morphing into concern. Your eyes widen as guilt dawns on you and you panic, pulling away from him. 

"Jamie, no, I'll contaminate you!" you practically shriek.

James raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Contaminate me? Darling, you aren't diseased." 

You sniffle and whisper, "You don't know that." 

James can't help himself. He laughs, and the sound is a beautiful melody as he shakes his head. Still, he listens and pulls away from you. He sits back and thinks for a moment. "I'm gonna run to the store and grab you some things okay, I don't think this cold will disappear on its own, lovely."

You sniffle again, feeling sorry for yourself as you prepare to blow into another tissue. "If you leave me now, I'll surely perish," you state quite dramatically as James stands. He sends you a look as if to say be serious, his dark curls falling before his eyes.

You sniff, sending him a look in return as if to say, I am serious and James just leans over to kiss your forehead and then press another sloppy kiss on your cheek. 

"James!" You exclaim as he kisses you, alarmed.

"If I'm sick, I'm sick," he states seriously, gently cradling your chin as he strokes your skin carefully. "A silly little cold isn't gonna dictate when I can or can't kiss my darling girlfriend."

Your chest loosens at this and you feel a sense of warmth and relief at his words. You want to protest and tell him he's putting himself in harm's way for no reason. But, instead, you relish in the feeling of his lips on your skin and you sink into the pillows as you wait for his return. 

When he does return, you rouse from your small nap and let out a weak cough. Your eyes are bleary as you blink them furiously. "Oh, sweets, have I woken you?" he says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard and you almost melt.

You sit up and rub your eyes as James sits beside you again, resting the glass of water he'd brought in on the bedside table, and then drops the brown paper bag near your hip. He rummages inside and lays out an array of medicine, candies, and almost four boxes of tissues.

Having been feeling a little better from your sleep, you joke, "I'm not dying, am I?"

James chuckles and hands you some medicine for you. You swallow it reluctantly, pouting up at your boyfriend. He rests his hand on your forehead again, smiling.

"No, you aren't dying," he whispers, "far from it. Your temperature seems to have gone down, which is really good."

You nod, still tired as you reach for James's other hand and play with his fingers. "Can you make me some tea?" you ask bashfully. 

James frowns, smiling a little as his fingers gently pinch your cheek. "Of course, love. Don't be embarrassed. I'd move the moon for you."

You cough again, the sound much lighter already. "Kinds dramatic, no?" you whisper.

"No. Not really. It's all true," James pauses, his voice turning serious, "for you, I'd do absolutely anything." He kisses your forehead again, and this time you don't even want to protest. 

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @fruticake

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biblically accurate james and barty

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / trophy / 198 words / first kiss

“What do you want? A trophy?” Regulus scoffed.

“Something like that, yeah,” James took a step closer, a smirk on his face. 

“I’m not patient enough to guess, James.”

“A kiss, Regulus,” he said teasingly. 

Regulus felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and quickly responded before James could notice, “Whatever, get it over with.”

It was like slow motion—he watched as James leaned down, felt his hands finally touch the back of his neck, one hand tangling in his curls, the other gently holding his face. And then, James' lips pressed softly against his. 

Oh.

They had been driving each other mad for months, swearing they couldn’t stand one another. Maybe it had always been this—the denial, the frustration, all building up because deep down, this was what they both wanted. Regulus knew it now, maybe he’d known from the first moment he laid eyes on James Potter, or perhaps from the first time he heard him laugh. But now, tasting him, feeling him this close, there was no denying it. 

James pulled back slightly, their lips still barely touching. “Regulus,” he whispered.

“Not yet, don’t stop,” Regulus breathed.

He wanted James. He wanted all of him.

[a-great-tragedy]

If Sirius hates you, he lets you know. He makes a speech and says it right in front of you, with some interesting vocabulary.

Regulus on the other hand, just gives you a look of judgement and never mentions it again

[melstinybrain]

regulus: did you see that?

james: uhm...

regulus: the correct answer is no, no you didn't. now walk faster.

[sunseekerchild]

Remus: I need you to promise me something.

Sirius: Anything.

Remus: Don’t do anything stupid.

Sirius: …I’m going to need a more specific definition of "stupid."

[allllium]

The Perfect Gift

~ Today is my birthday and I immediately thought about Remus being the best boyfriend ever so here's something short and sweet about Remus being amazing for your birthday <3

~ Fluff, Remus being a little insecure, WC: 963

~ Remus gets you the perfect birthday gift

Remus was really nervous. He often is around you but this time it's worse. Today is your birthday and he got you what at the time seemed like a great gift, but now, after seeing the things you got from everything else, he doesn't feel like it's so great anymore.

All day he has seen you get these amazing, slightly expensive gifts, all of which now make his gift pale in comparison. He decided not to buy you anything this year, feeling like nothing was good enough for you, instead he made you something. More like he tries to make something and ending up needing his mum to help him.

He holds the bag tentatively in his hand. A simple black bag with a ribbon of your favorite color keeping it tied. He makes his way to the muggle restaurant you agreed to meet at for dinner. After spending all day at a birthday party with your friends and family, you went shopping with a couple close friends to get new clothes for a fancy dinner.

"Rem!" You light up when you see him. You'd just gotten there moments before and decided to wait outside until he showed up.

"Hi angel." He greets in a gently murmur, pulling you in for a quiet kiss.

"You got me a gift?" You smile and ask. Of course you expected it considering Remus gets you gifts more often than you can count.

"Obviously. I love any day where I can celebrate you." He begins to walk into the restaurant as if he didn't just make you swoon. You move quickly to catch up and grab his hand.

"What is it?" You question inpatiently. You've been waiting all day for this, not just for a gift but getting a gift from him specifically. You know whatever is in that bag will be much more thoughtful and meanful to you than anything else you've gotten today. Everything else were things that people spent a lot of money on to make up for the up they don't really know what you would want. Remus knows.

"You're gonna have to wait till after dinner."

"Awwww why?" You immediately whine.

"Cause I said so."

"Meanie." You whisper, walking up towards the hostess.

Dinner lasts well over an hour. Well dinner lasted about 20 minutes once you got your food, but you and Remus stayed far longer. You spent the time talking and laughing and on Remus's end clearly procrastinating giving you your gift.

You know he's doing this because he's been fiddling with the ribbon and steering the conversation away from it every time.

"So what's making you overthink this time?"

For a moment he gives you a strange look but he quickly smiles and asks what you mean.

"Well you won't give me the gift which wouldn't matter except you've been really excited about it for weeks. Obviously you're thinking about something and I guarantee you have no reason to." You swiftly explain.

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't get you a gift. I made you one well my mother and I made you one. But I don't know if it'll match up to the other gifts you got today." He shyly says. His face turning a shade of red.

"You made me something?" You grin wildly at him and his overly sweet heart. "Gimme it. Please."

"I don't know maybe I should get you something else."

"Hell no. Hand it over before I come over this table and get it myself." The threat comes out of your mouth before you have the opportunity to stop it. Remus only smiles at you, both because he knows you'll actually do it and it makes him feel slightly better about his strange insecurity.

He finally sighs and hands over the bag. Knowing he really has no choice. He watches anxiously as you carefully pull off the ribbon and remove the tissue paper. Watching as your face drops and eyes slightly tear. For a moment he thinks he was right in being scared but you jump out of your seat and move to his side of the table. Your chair scraps loudly against the tile floor and he winces at the noise.

At his side of the table you hug him enough to push the air out of his lungs. You grab his face and give him many quick kisses, ignoring the strange looks from people at surrounding tables.

"I love it. I love it. I love you!" You exclaim.

"Are you sure?" He asks, confused by your out of ordinary outburst.

"Remus this is the best gift I've ever gotten. I love you so much." You immediately ask him to put it on you. Lighting up even more if possible when you look down at your wrist to see the gorgeous bracelet. The gorgeous bracelet that your amazing boyfriend, and his mum, hand made just for you. The gorgeous bracelet with carved, metal charms dangling from it. The gorgeous bracelet that somehow fits you perfectly.

"I thought that I could make you more charms as time goes on. Things that represent what we are together, y'know." You look at him for a split second, with tears in your eyes, before looking back down to closely admire the charms you already have. As of right now there's a wolf, a star, a flower, and a sun. The sun is special. You flip it over to see a small engraved heart with both your initials in it.

"You are the most perfect man to exist." You turn to him and say. "Seriously this is the best gift ever."

"I love you." He says. Standing from his chair and pulling you in by the waist.

Putting your head against his, you whisper, "I love you more."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Authentic

@jegulus-microfic September 21, Word count 129

Dorcas held it up to the light as she twirled it around in her fingers.

“Is it authentic?” She asked as the light bounced off it. 

“Of course, it’s authentic! He’s James bloody Potter! Do you really think he’d give it to Reg if it wasn’t legit?” Barty scoffed. 

“It is very pretty,” Pandora smiled dreamily as her eyes watched it rotating in Dorcas’s hold. 

“The big question that you’re all forgetting is who’s going to be his best man?” Evan piped up from the corner, mischief in his eyes. 

Regulus quickly reclaimed his engagement ring from Dorcas’s grasp, slipped it onto his left ring finger and darted out of the room before they could start hounding him. He did have a fiancé to get back to, after all. 

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"once i took your medication to know what it's like and now i have to act like i cant read your mind" but its regulus to sirius once he leaves and he's the heir & walburga's beloved

[my-castles-crumbling]

trouble - september 7th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 211

"Jamie?"

James looked up from his food, concentration broken by the two syllables, eyes wide and almost desperate. "Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, stopping mid-sentence from what he was saying to Remus and turning completely around to see Regulus standing there.

"Slytherin's run out of treacle tart and I want a piece. Can I have yours?" Regulus asked, voice sad, perfect eyebrow raised and face in an innocent pout.

James's reaction was immediate. It didn't matter that treacle tart was his favorite. It didn't matter that he'd been looking forward to this food all day. It didn't matter that he had frozen, fork half-sunken into the delicious treat. He just grabbed the plate and handed it to Regulus, grinning happily and saying, "Of course, baby. Enjoy!"

"Thanks, love," Regulus said softly, smile playing on his lips, swooping in to press a kiss to his cheek before heading back to his friends.

James, of course, sat there, pink-faced and a bit dazed, staring off after him. He didn't move until he heard Remus chuckling. "What?" he asked, turning to look at him.

"Nothing, mate," Remus shook his head, rolling his eyes. "You're in trouble, that's all."

"As if you don't act the same way around Sirius," James retorted, but he was still beaming.

[hlxc23]

Sirius is the stars, Remus is the moon; but Remus is a golden warm color pallet (like stars), and Sirius is a grey cool color pallet (like the moon).

They’re soulmates in every way possible it’s kinda crazy

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regulus who is selectively mute because of trauma. he saw what being loud did to sirius, so he chose to stay silent, not even a whisper at night.

james who's CODA, seeing him talking in sign language with sirius as they get to the train, and going immediately to him to present himself, and just starting to ramble endlessly, hands moving as fast as lightning, sometimes even babbling from excitement.

regulus just stares at him, it's the first time someone has been that excited from just meeting him. it's so unfamiliar and an insane contrast from how he gets treated at home. it's endearing, and james doesn't stop, goes from one topic to another and asks a million questions.

it's so endearing and bizarre that regulus let's out a little laugh, and it definitely sounds weird, voice barely there from years of not using it, but it's still a whisper of a laugh, barely there but loud enough to hear. something he hasn't done in so long he's surprised he can even manage to remember how to do it.

he stops it immediately.

james thinks it's his life mission to hear it again.

[twink-remus-lupin]

pre-dating wolfstar remus is complaining about the lack of available seating in the common room and sirius just pulls him onto his lap so he can read his book

[melstinybrain]

sirius: are you there?

remus: physically, yes. mentally, 's debatable.

[sunseekerchild]

Sirius: Can I ask a dumb question?

Regulus: Better than anyone I know.