#( i solemnly swear that i am up to no good. )

[pottermagiczz]

HOGWARTS EXPRESS 1971

Sirius: Sirius. Sirius Black

James: Are you?

Sirius: Am I what?

James: Sirius

Sirius: Yes, I'm serious

James: You're seriously Sirius?

Sirius: I'm serious, I'm Sirius

James: Seriously? Well, Sirius, I'm James Potter

Sirius: I, Sirius, am seriously pleased to meet you in all seriousness

James: Oh, Sirius, I'm seri-

Remus, crying from the corner of Peter: CAN YOU NOT

[writteninart]

Unpopular opinion, but I do wholeheartedly believe, that Sirius would NOT mind James dating his brother, at least not the way the whole fandom thinks so. Personally, if it were to concern James' loyalty/treatment I believe Sirius knows BEST just how James Potter is when he loves someone and would personally think his brother couldnt've chosen better. The things Potter did for Sirius himself, the lengths he goes for people, the fierce loyalty and determination in him - you cannot convince me that Sirius would not acknowledge that. I genuinely believe that if he were to have a real problem it would be with Regulus himself.

Thank you to listening to my rants

[alltoounwellll]

when your card declines at therapy so they bring out a wolf, a dog, a deer, and a rat and a random piece of old-looking paper.

[miss-traumatised]

*Sirius looking at remus with puppy eyes*

SIRIUS - Can I bother you for a second?

REMUS - *finally looking at him* If I say no, would you stop?

SIRIUS - No. But I swear it will take a second

REMUS - *eyeroll* sure, It will!!

(p.s - Sirius continued to vent for 2 hours)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Resist

@jegulus-microfic April 23, Word count 648

As requested by @phoenixtears13 there may even be a part 3

First part

James stood by the quidditch stands, absolutely stunned. Sirius’s little brother had just tackled him and slammed him against these very stands. And what had he done? He’d reacted and swung them around, crushing him against them instead.

Regulus had caught him just wrong, right in the massive bruise hidden by his jumper. He’d growled at the boy. But as soon as Regulus had gone limp in his hands, he’d panicked and tried to find help. Regulus had asked him so quietly and sadly to let him go that he’d just dropped him and prayed the boy could hold himself up. 

James hadn’t been prepared when Regulus shoved him, but he stepped back when he realised what he wanted and watched as the strange boy literally ran away from him. 

The main problem James was having, though, was the whiff of night air and dark wood mixed with something lighter, maybe floral, that had lingered after Regulus had disappeared. He couldn’t quite place it. 

He’d smelt that particular collection of scents before, but he couldn’t remember where. He puzzled over it as he made his way up to Gryffindor Tower and the awaiting party. 

“We did it, mate!” Sirius boomed as he hung off James’s neck, a half-drunk bottle of firewhisky sloshing about in his hand. “Ha, did you see Reggie’s face? He was not happy!” Sirius barked a laugh, and James felt his body stiffen at the name. He couldn’t tell Sirius what had happened after the game. He’d do something reckless. Luckily, Remus came over and peeled Sirius off James’s neck to take him to get some water and food. 

James tried to join in with the celebrations, but he had that niggling thought in the back of his mind, and it wasn’t until he saw someones forgotten potions textbook stuffed down the side of the cushion of the chair he was sitting in did the dots connect.     

A wave of pure panic hit him. He must have looked a right sight as the horror of what those scents meant took over his mind. 

He had to get out of there. So he rushed up to their dorm room and locked himself in the bathroom. He started hyperventilating. He’d smelled that combination in potions class when Slughorn had shown them the mother-of-pearl shimmering potion of Amortentia. 

But how could it smell like Regulus Black? Regulus Black, Sirius’s little brother! Regulus Black, heir to the Black family! Regulus Black Death Eater in training! 

He slumped to the floor, head in his hands. How could this have happened? But nothing had happened, had it? 

James took a deep, steadying breath, raised himself off the floor and went back to join the party. 

For the rest of the night, he kept telling himself it was nothing. Sure, it was a strange combination of scents, but there must be someone else out there that smelled the same, right? 

By the time he went to bed, he couldn’t get Regulus out of his mind. He had to see him. He was sure it was all a misunderstanding. Unable to resist, he pulled out the Marauders Map and whispered to it while tapping his wand against the parchment.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” He watched the inky lines spread over the parchment and reveal the enchanted map of Hogwarts. 

He scanned it, trying to find the little marker that read Regulus Black. He wasn’t in the dungeons or out at the quidditch pitch or anywhere on the lower floors. Surely, at this time of night and after the team’s loss, he should be in bed. He was about to give up when his eyes flickered past a long name at the top of the Astronomy Tower. ‘Regulus Black’, written in Sirius’s elegant script. 

James barely thought about it and, grabbing his invisibility cloak, hurried towards the name. 

Next part

[prostoshtyka]

L - is for the way u look at me

O - is for the only one i see

V - is very very extraordinary

E - is even more than anyone that you adore can...

Take my heart and please don't break it

Love was made for me and you

[vorpalfae]

𝔥𝔬𝔤𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 ‹𝟹

[marauderslove5101520]

The Marauders at their Hogwarts years, Wolfstar!

[life-spire]

@ iyamiphotography

[l0nelylibra]

𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝐶

TW: very brief mention of ED 

masterlist

he´s lactose intollerant

idk why he just gives me that vibe

also he literally does not care/ forgets it all the time

blames his friends for not stopping him when he gets a tummy ache after

“Why didn´t you stop meee”

“Well i tried but you-”

“WELL YOU DIDNT TRY ENOUGH”

early bird (5am type shit) 

and his dorm mates hate him for it

loves quidditch with his whole heart but hates any other type of athletics (except for jogging maybe)

his love language is quality time and physical touch

james always had his parents full attention and love so he´d seek that a lot in his partner

goes absolutely feral if he hasn´t seen his partner in a while

gives amazing hugs 

(especially after long time of not seeing each other)

“Jamie you´re suffocating me”

“I missed you so much”

“We were only apart for 4 hours”

“ONLY?!”

would DIE if anybody gave him the silent treatment after an argument

scared of needles

we all know sirius has tatoos and i feel like james would find them so cool but would absolutely shit his pants at the thought of getting any himself for that exact reason

(ik literally EVERYONE says this but i just agree 100%) 

he´s the mom friend

you didn´t drink enough water? he got you

you´re not feeling well? he got you 

you need someone to vent to? he got you.

goes full confidence (it´s almost annoying) on the outside but secretly needs lots of reassurance and gets insecure easily

this is kinda sad but i feel like james had some struggles with food and his body for some time

he just compares himself a lot i mean he´s always been perfect in his parents eyes but now they aren´t at hogwarts with him and there´s so many people around him who he feels are better than him

cries when he gets angry

can´t stay pissed at his friends for more than 2 minutes

isn´t really into books simply cause he can´t stay focused on one topic

is the type of person to read one page and forget everything on it when he reaches the end (very adhd like)

but really enjoys listening to people remus talk about the storyline of a book because for some reason he can focus better that way and it often calmes him down 

especially after a hard day

would never admit it for the life of him but he gets really homesick the first week at hogwarts

he´s a flirt but if he´s serious with somebody he only has eyes for them

best dad in the world

is the kind of dad who picks up their child at school early for their “doctors appointment” but really gets food with them somewhere instead

“don´t tell your mom”

talking about mom...

mommy kink (shocker)

loves boobs but not just in a sexual way 

he loves laying his heads on them 

thinks they´re really comfy

loves having late night convos with his SO but falls asleep halfway in

“i could stay up the whole night talking or just listening to you that´s how much i love you”

he fell asleep 3 minutes after saying that

modern!james would def be the guy who makes you a spotify playlist

i need a james in my life

in heated situations he´s usually to one who tries to calm everyone down

but when he´s by himself..oh boy

he freaks out so badly and so SO easily

i need to stop now before i write an entire essay on this man but GOD i love him

[rubctosis]

ah-   so   i   didn't   die   -   .   .   . 

[pottermagiczz]

While Moony naps in the Common Room

Sirius: A wema way a wema way a wema way a wema way...

Remus: no

James: In the Jungle...

Remus: nO

Peter: The mighty Jungle...

Remus: NO

The other three, altogether: THE WEREWOLF SLEEPS TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Remus: Go

Remus: To

Remus: Hell

[solumsblog]

Marauders making up my entire will to live recently

[aurus-3d]

Happy Birthday to this double-trouble

[littlespace-soldier]

Remus, walks into the common room absolutely soaked: Hey guys.

Sirius, goes into mom mode and smothers Remus in blankets and gets him a hot chocolate: MY BABY

Remus, actually loving the attention: I-... Pads.

Sirius: hush, go to bed my child.

[douevenbleachbro]

Ichigo and Rukia Get A Room (Finally!)

Day 5: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Rating: E/M (It's smut ya'll. No plot lives here)

Not many knew of the Room of Requirements. Those who did know, knew that the room would show to those who found it whatever they needed. Some needed a place to hide, others a quiet place to study, and some wanted to simply be back in their bedroom at home because they were homesick.

Right now, Ichigo and Rukia needed to get a room.

Fresh off of Gryffindor's Quidditch win, Ichigo had slid out of the common room post-game celebration, trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be having his hair and face. It didn't help that he had become the most notorious 7th year in Hogwarts for his stellar gameplay and excellent grades, as well as his head-turning good looks. Girls at Hogwarts seem to have a hard time keeping their squealing and giggling to themselves. He did not like the attention, preferring to keep a low profile.

Which is what he needed right now. He needed to make it to the 7th floor unnoticed. He slung his hood over his bright hair and tried to slip away without alerting the Fat Lady in the painting. Luckily for him, she was distracted by a fellow painting, so he sprinted away as stealthily as he could. Reaching the bottom of some stairs, he pulled out a tattered map and tapped the parchment three times.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no person (or ghost) was around. Ink started to swirl and snake around the old parchment, forming paths and words. The once empty piece of parchment was now an intricate map of all of Hogwart's visible and hidden places. It also showed him where everyone was. There, on the 7th floor at the end of a hallway was the room of requirement, and inside was the name 'Kuchiki Rukia.' Ichigo smiled. Of course, she would already be there. He knew better than to think her eager. He knew better than anyone how Rukia would organize and map out every single step she took in a day, especially the days they would meet. They didn't get many opportunities to get time alone, what with finals and Quidditch and trying to figure out what they were doing after school was done and over, so it was important to Rukia to ensure every meet-up was as efficient and productive as possible.

"That's not very sexy Kuchiki," Ichigo had said one particularly rainy afternoon they had spent at Hogsmeade. She simply shrugged, sipping her butterbeer.

"I don't have one of your fancy little maps, so I do what I can," she chirped, eyes closed and chin up. She would've looked very dignified if she hadn't had a full foam mustache.

Darting up the stairs, Ichigo kept to the dark corners and empty rooms, making sure to dodge and avoid any teachers or unfriendly ghosts. He almost had a run-in with As-Nodt, the creepy groundskeeper, but managed to dodge him by scuttling into a hidden room on the 5th floor. After some more weaving and dodging, Ichigo finally reached the 7th floor. The Room of Requirement materialized before him and he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. He tapped his map with his wand once again - "mischief managed"- and took a deep breath, before entering the room.

He was greeted by the soft scent of freesia and fresh snow. The room was warm and toasty thanks to the big fireplace burning at the end of the room. The large windows that took up most of the walls were covered in snow and the corners where the light of the fire couldn't reach were lit by floating candles. There were plants and flowers all around the walls, and cushions, rugs, and pillows everywhere on the floor. It was truly a soft and cozy place they had made up for themselves.

In the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, sat Rukia. As expected, she had a huge book open in front of her. She was looking up at the ceiling, her wand raised as snowflakes danced down and settled on her hair. She had loosened her usual side ponytail, her dark hair flowing down her back and spilling around her. It shined against the paleness of her skin and the white of the falling snow. Noticing him, Rukia turned, a wide smile spreading on her flushed face. Ichigo couldn't help smiling back.

"Ichigo, look! I finally got it!" Rukia waved her wand a little too enthusiastically, the snowflakes swirling faster around her, forming a snowball. She gasped and flinched against the cold water that was about to get dunked on her if Ichigo hadn't thrown a shield over her head. Looking up, Rukia saw the water trickle down the sides of the shield. Ichigo kneeled next to her, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I need to pay more attention to my wrist movements."

"Yeah, maybe," Ichigo whispered, his lips already ghosting over her throat, sending shivers down her spine. She huffed softly, the hair on her face flying forward.

"A little eager, aren't we?" She teased, a little breathless. Ichigo pressed his lips and tongue on the skin behind her ears, pushing her back into the plush cushions under them. Her soft hiss of pleasure made him smile.

"Productive and efficient, right Kuchiki?" He nipped at her jaw, his hands now sliding down her thighs. He settled himself between her legs, pressing into her. Her hips responded with a push, making them moan. "Which, by the way, you didn't follow today, seeing as how you're still fully in your uniform," he tugged a her blue tie, loosening it and sliding it off her collar. Rukia's hands started working on the buttons of his shirt.

"I got distracted. I've been working on that bloody spell for ages," she yanked his shirt off and moved down to his pants as Ichigo continued to pepper her throat and collarbone with nips and kisses. He started following Rukia's moves and almost ripped her shirt off in his desperation. "Don't you dare Kurosaki! I don't want to mend another shirt!" He would've answered if he wasn't so busy with kissing her chest and removing her bra. Rukia let go of his pants and opted to run her fingers into his hair as his mouth caught one of her breasts. His tongue laved at her until her nipple was a hardened peak, then moved to the next one. The feeling of his hot tongue on her always set every nerve on fire, making her instantly wet. He could make her come just like that, with his tongue on her chest and his hips grinding into her, but not tonight.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, Ichigo slid up, reaching her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, finding hers. They kissed, deep and hungry, whilst Ichigo slid a hand down to her ass and squeezed.

"Sorry we beat you guys so badly today," he teased, going for her neck again. Rukia rolled her eyes.

"You're not sorry at all, Kurosaki. Besides, our Seeker is shit." That got a huff of laughter from Ichigo, who went to kiss her again.

"So it's not that I'm good, it's that they were shit?" He kissed down her body, nipping at her flat tummy, his tongue circling her navel. Rukia giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"No, no, you guys were good. You were great, actually." Ichigo stopped and looked up, genuine surprise on his face.

"Was that a compliment?" Rukia shrugged and giggled again, the sound making the beating on his ribs skip a beat. Merlin was he embarrasing.

"Credit were credit's due, Kurosaki. Besides, it's the end of the year so, what the hell." Ichigo snorted.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw. Maybe I'll finally get a proper answer to my confession?" He asked teasingly, returning to play at her navel. Rukia laughed.

"Oh, I haven't given you an answer to that yet? How horrible of me!"

"Yes, absolutely ghastly behavior from the Kuchiki Princess," Ichigo bit into her inner thigh, close to where she wanted him but not close enough. He pressed his tongue on the bite, soothing the sting, and continued a path down, down, closer to her center. Rukia's fingers were digging into his scalp, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to pin her, breathing hotly at her now dripping pussy. "I think you deserve a little punishment for that."

"Ichigo," Rukia moaned, parting her thighs further to give him more access. Just the feeling of his breath on her had her head spinning and she just knew he was going to drag this out. He was always in a great mood after winning a match, which meant he would bring that excess adrenaline to her. Not that she minded, but it had been a stressful week and they hadn't seen each other and she missed him and...

All thoughts flew out once Ichigo's tongue pressed hard against her clit. Rukia's head slammed back against a cushion as she moaned loudly. Her nails scraped against his skull, but he didn't care. The sting was a good way to keep focused and not make a mess of himself just off of Rukia's voice. He lapped and sucked and bit at her clit and lips, relishing how wet she was for him. With his tongue still hot on her, he slid a finger into her, then another, pushing and pulling slowly as his tongue continued its onslaught on her pussy. Rukia came hard on his fingers and into his mouth, her back arching off the floor. Ichigo kept his tongue pressed against her clit as she rode her orgasm, the sensitivity making her legs close around his head instinctively. Ichigo kept the weight of his arms on her thighs to stop her from crushing him. It didn't take long for Ichigo to have Rukia trembling with another shattering orgasm with the way he moved his wicked tongue on her. It left her a whimpering mess with her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Ichigo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling wolfishly. He brushed the hair away from her face and forehead, staring at how beautifully her long hair fanned around her. Rukia huffed.

"Stop staring." Ichigo leaned down, his nose brushing hers. He kissed her again, softly first, then deeper. She could taste herself in his mouth, making her blush. His hands roamed her body, running down her spine, brushing the side of her breasts, sliding down her back and hooking under her ass, lifting her slightly. He positioned himself, hard and dripping, at her entrance. Grabbing his dick, he brushed his tip up and down her lips, coating himself with her slick and thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling out her mouth. He rubbed his shaft along her pussy, making her gasp at the mind-numbing feeling of pleasure she felt from having him on her. She was sure the sheets and cushions under her were soaked by now with the way she was gushing.

"Ichigo...Ichigo please..." Rukia keened, her hips thrusting up. He adjusted his hands again to make sure he was gripping her ass tight as he slid slowly into her, stretching her. Rukia's mouth hung open on a long moan as he pushed deeper, filling her. Ichigo grunted with effort as he bottomed out, his fingers clutching her tightly. They were both breathing loudly, adjusting to their positions. Ichigo lowered himself to capture her mouth, kissing her deeply. He could feel her slick dripping around him, allowing his cock to bury deeper. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, ripping a scream from Rukia. Her eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm of almost pulling out fully then ramming back in. He could feel her walls tightening around him.

"Oh fuck, Ichigo, harder," Rukia moaned, her ankles crossing on his lower back to push him closer. He grabbed her legs and hooked them around his biceps, burying himself deeper. All Rukia could do was mumble unintelligibly as she felt his thrusts in her chest. Ichigo moved a hand to her clit and pressed down, moving in circles. He felt another gush down his thighs and got another scream from Rukia. He continued to pound into her, the sounds of their slick skin slapping together and their moaning the only sounds in the room.

Not too soon after, Ichigo felt the telltale signs of Rukia's peak. Her nails were digging into her skin and her voice had gone staccato. He pressed harder on her clit and leaned down to her ear.

"Come on baby, come for me," he whispered, pushing her to the edge. Rukia cried out, her body convulsing as she came, hard. She barely heard his choked-out moans over her own voice calling for him as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Ichigo followed soon after, pounding roughly into her, dragging her onto the edge again, sending her over as they came together, their mouths covering each other's moans. Ichigo spilled into her, hot and sticky, filling her until she overflowed. Their combined juices spilled out of her and onto their thighs, combining with their sweat.

Later, when they lay next to one another with their legs intertwined and Rukia's head over Ichigo's chest, he played with her hair, smoothing a strand down her back, his knuckles caressing her skin, making her shiver. She took a deep breath, stretching over his body.

"Ichigo," she called out in a whisper, sleep taking her under. He replied with a "hmm?" She raised her head to look at him. "You do know that I love you, right? I know I didn't say it before because of exams and my family being annoying and..." She gasped as Ichigo pressed over her, his eyes bright and soft. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her until she was seeing stars. He broke the kiss with a grin.

"I know, Kuchiki, I know. Your brother can be an ass though," he laughed at the small smack she gave his shoulder. She was going to say something else, but Ichigo thought it best to just keep kissing. Nothing else really needed to be said.