#marauders birthday

[delulu4marauders]

birthdays ( bc i always forget )

James - 27 March 1960

Sirius - 3 November 1959

Remus - March 10 1960

Peter - 31 August 1960

Lily - 30 January 1960

Marlene - August 1 1960

Mary - September 16 1959

Dorcas - 2 April 1960

Regulus - June 25 1961

Barty jr. - July 9 1962

Evan - June 20 1960

Pandora R. - N / A

Pandora L. - N / A

please tell me if i missed anyone !!

[marauders-brain-rot]

Anybody order some Black brothers angst?

Honestly it’s a shorter chapter than the last few I’ve been writing because I have been bathing my brain in writing so much angst that I’m all angsted out for the moment (I blame @maraudering-times for a huge portion of this, the fucker has had me just completely submerged to my eyebrows in angst the last week)

But despite how short it is I feel like it packs the necessary punch

Maybe

I don’t know

It might be the worst thing I’ve ever written for all I know, but it’s there so read it if you wish

[evyltalks]

Posting two days in a row just because it’s my birthday today

No more sad stuff on may 2nd!!

[sunsfawn]

happy birthday to my fave dilf

[lexithwrites]

64 year old james is sitting in his garden with his dog right now as regulus waters their plants and flowers and he loves his life

[blackdog-ss]

Rip remus lupin, you would have loved being a 64 year old grumpy man that wore the ugliest sweaters and peeled oranges perfectly.

[hidden-for-reg]

august 8: tattoo | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 196

from the august 2023 collection

It was James’ birthday.

Regulus had gotten him a nice cologne and a pair of shoes James had been whining about for months. 

At James’ birthday party with all their friends, Regulus had given James his gift and James had loved it. Back at his flat, James told him thank you and given him a kiss.

But he didn’t know Regulus had another gift for him.

So when Regulus showed up at James’ flat unannounced and wearing his low-rise, baggy jeans that sat on his hips and a tight black crop top, he couldn’t help but smirk when James opened the door and gaped at him.

James pulled him into his flat and promptly shut the door. 

Regulus put his hands on his hips and whispered into James’ ear, “Happy Birthday, Jamie.”

Regulus saw James pupils multiply a million times in size when they stopped to gaze at Regulus’ hips. Where he had a brand new tattoo of deer antlers on each hip bone. The ends of the tattoos snuck under the waistband of Regulus’ jeans.

James dragged his gaze back up to meet Regulus’ eyes.

He held that gaze as he dropped to his knees.

[therealbartyjr]

Maturing is realising that barely any of the marauders  era students met in the after life. Regulus’ soul was stuck in the cave. Sirius’ was stuck in the veil. Barty’s soul was with the dementors

[backsurasy]

James Fleamont Potter.

[ma1dita]

🐥hey babe, thoughts on sirius x reader during hogwarts years? sirius is known for being a huge playboy and reader's a gryffindor and good friends with all the gryffindor girls n marauders. think (best) friends to lovers? he's going out with all these girls all the time searching for a connection and physical affection, but doesn't realize that he has feelings for her until he sees her with another guy (asked to hogsmeade, hanging out at a party, slug club, etc). love ya <33

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

sirius black x reader

a/n: for my lovely nini!! i hope you like it LOL sirius was always hard for me to write

wc: 1.5k

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Sirius Black has everything he’s ever wanted in life.

It’s a bold statement to claim at 17, but after leaving his hellhole of a house, getting good ol’ Uncle Alphard’s inheritance of gold with enough to swim in at Gringotts if he so wishes, and having the best of mates he also has the privilege of calling his family— some may ask what’s next for him, and that’s what he’s trying to figure out too.

Everything will be easy from now on, he thinks— smoothing down his hair and spritzing some cologne while he gets ready to find another girl to get under so that his weekend will have some merit.

“Looking good, Pads,” James grins from his bed as he tosses a quaffle back and forth between him and Peter. The impish boy almost gets nailed in the face, huffing, “Who’s it this time? The girl from Ravenclaw? What’s her name again—Venetia? Violet?”

“Something like that…”

Sirius straightens out his shirt collar and flicks off a speck of imaginary lint from his shoulder—there’s physically nothing wrong with him, but something is still missing.

The door opens with a bang and you brush past him like a hurricane, the boys cheering at your arrival.

“Pretty girl, give us a twirl!” James hollers, and Remus gets up from his bed to spin you around as you giggle with your dress twirling in the wind.

“M’gonna be late because of you lot!” you grin, grabbing James’ bottle of Sleakeasy’s off his dresser and sidling up next to your best friend who’s silent as he stares at you through the mirror with amusement in his eyes.

“What?” you mumble, cheeks flushing as you lather the potion between your fingers to smooth it into your hair, “Can’t let you be the only pretty one around here, Pads.” He’s pulling on the fabric of your dress teasingly, inspecting you from head to toe, “Mhm, and who exactly are you going on a date with, lovie?”

“None of your business! Don’t want any of you boys meddling,” you say exasperatedly, elbowing him when he laughs, and Peter yells out in protest from the floor behind you. You squeeze Sirius’ shoulder, looking at the both of you in the mirror and noticing that his silvery eyes are still glued to you, cool as steel.

“Do I look bad? Borrowed it from Mary, but it doesn’t really fit me as well as it fits her, no?”

He notices the low cut of your dress and the way it frames your body just as well as he can draw it from memory—from the curve of your collarbones to the plush of your hip it certainly doesn’t leave much to his imagination, he’s just never seen you like this before. Sirius is blatantly ogling you now, and Remus throws a pillow at his head sending every perfectly combed piece of hair in different directions. He doesn’t even move to fix it, his breath growing quicker the more he takes you in.

“Lucky bloke. You’d look pretty even if you wore a sackcloth though,” he mumbles, eyes unseeing when you reach up to smooth his strands with a gentle smile. Sirius moves closer so you can reach, lips grazing against the powder blush you applied on your cheek— though if he got any closer he might’ve felt the heat reverberating from your skin. His finger plays with the tie at your bosom, almost in hesitation, or was it contemplation?

When does Sirius ever hesitate to do anything?

“This dress is just….hmmm…”

“What? Making me nervous… Is it too much?” You turn away to ask the other boys, who watch the two of you dance around each other like an old Muggle film Remus’ mum would send them to watch (Hope Lupin wants to teach these boys a thing or two about how to woo women in a respectful, romantic manner, mind you).

“A bit,” Sirius swallows, pulling at his shirt collar like it’s suddenly hard to breathe. Behind you, Peter grips at his hair almost comically while Remus throws his face into a book and sighs. James is watching through his fingers, eyes darting between the two of you two in anticipation. Groaning, you jab at his torso, taking out the rest of the air in his lungs (though he tries not to choke when he pulls you in and feels the smooth skin of your thighs as your dress rides up in the struggle).

“Shut up, you tosser! And I better not see any of you in Hogsmeade later trying to ruin my date—I actually have high hopes for this one…” you giggle, tossing your head against your best friends’ shoulder as you look at the varying faces of shock that surround you.

“Who said we were going to meddle?”

“Us?”

“We’re good boys, doll, we’d never!”

Sirius’ voice rings clearer over the rest of the Marauders as he whispers in your ear, “My girl’s looking forward to a date? Who would’ve thought….”

You spin in his arms and correct him, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other playing with a button on his shirt, “Your best girl…I’m allowed to have fun too, Pads!”

“That you are.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, inhaling the perfume you spritz on for special occasions and feeling like he’s lost you already even before you walk out the door. You send him off on dates all the time with an encouraging smile on your face. So why is it that after you leave the boys watch him flop into his bed and stare at the ceiling?

Sirius could’ve been there for hours for all he knows— ignoring the boys when they tell him they’re going to badger your date at Hosgmeade, unmoving when his date (who’s name turned out to be Vina) banged on his door for skipping out on her, he laid there, arms crossed and brooding. It’s like nothing made sense anymore.

You come tiptoeing into his room with your heels in hand a little before dinner, pulling back the curtains of his poster bed whispering, “Pads? You okay? What happened to your date?”

Sirius rolls over, looking at your wide eyes glinting in the candlelight, “What happened to yours?” he counters.

“It was okay. The boys sent a Bat-Bogey Hex to my date and snot landed in my butterbeer. He thought it was weird when I laughed.”

“M’sorry, lovie,” he sighs, grasping your hand over his duvet and playing with the rings on your fingers.

“S’okay! Don’t wanna be with someone without a sense of humor. Grown man that can’t take a prank. How awful is that?” you grin, before slapping his thigh, “Move over, I’m coming in.” There should be nothing special about the way you easily find your place against his body, molding against his form in both of your wrinkled dress clothes but Sirius can’t help nuzzling against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your scalp like it’s second nature.

“Why didn’t you go on your date? Heard Vina almost set the common room on fire.”

He doesn’t have an answer to that, nor the way he questions why his heart is beating faster when you draw stars along his spine.

“D’you at least have a good time today? Looking so pretty and all,” he whispers, pulling your chin up so you can look at each other eye to eye.

“Rem said you weren’t feeling well, so I had one foot out the door the entire time. Besides he was boring. Much rather spend time with you here,” you say like it’s nothing of the sort. Shiny lips press a pink kiss onto his nose. Your lipgloss smells like strawberries, leaving a mark on his aristocratic features.

“Doing nothing?”

“Mhm. Already having more fun, aren’t you?” you breathe out a laugh into his neck, unknowing of the way he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He comes to the realization then that there’s no other place he’d rather be without you by his side. Nothing’s missing, or wrong with him—he has all he needs as long as you’re pressed against him like this, fingers in your hair and legs tangled under the bedspread.

“I didn’t want to go on my date because I wanted to be with you today,” he whispers into the air. You don’t freeze or jolt back like he expects you to, instead pursing your lips against his jaw.

“Yeah?”

“Is that okay?” he mutters, closing his eyes with the feeling that he’s said something awful, shoulders tensing like how they would when his mother would turn the corner.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay? Siri…” you sigh, grabbing his face to look at you and when he opens his eyes, you suddenly know.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Sirius says shakily, putting his hands over yours in case you’re an apparition or want to leave. There’s a space in his heart that’s in the shape of you, and you smile at him like he wasn’t in on the joke, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“S’okay. You have me.”

And he nods, knowing that’s all he needs.

[lyr-caelum]

✨Happy Birthday Remus🌙

[talesof-old]

bathroom conversations | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): mentions of cheating (not by james or reader), mentions of rude coworkers, reader has hair that is long enough to “lay flat” after being straightened, not proofread or edited

word count: 663

a/n: the second request for my thousand followers and birthday celebration (i still have four slots open!! please request 🙏)

masterlist

james potter + doing hair for a night out + gossiping

Comfortable silence filled the hair, save for the clicking of your flat iron as James helped you straighten your hair. While he was still learning how to properly blow dry your hair, you were more than happy to let him do this part. You glanced up from your book to stare at him in the mirror.

“Should I get the camera, love? You’re staring an awful lot.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching back to elbow him in the ribs, ignoring his laughter. He leaned over your body to press a kiss to your cheek, warm skin pressed against yours. You hummed.

James stood shirtless behind you, claiming that the blow dryer made it too warm in the little area you called the bathroom. Teaching him to do your hair had proven to be great bonding time, if not a little distracting.

“So she was flirting with him the whole time?”

The exasperated expression you responded with was enough to send him howling with laughter. Susan, your least favorite coworker, was most certainly not invited to your birthday dinner, not after her horrid behavior over the past few weeks. First, she’d made moves on one of your friend’s boyfriends. Then she started making comments about James. Yesterday, she’d flirted with another one of your coworkers while he was at the restaurant meeting his girlfriend’s parents.

“Yeah! I mean his girlfriend was just right there, and Susan wouldn’t stop. I felt so bad for that girl.”

He shook his head, giving you another kiss on the temple before moving to the next section of your hair.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say anything, especially after Thursday.”

You huffed. He smoothed out the next part of hair to perfection, letting it fall down and lay straight. You closed your book.

“I wanted to! But then I remembered what she said about you and I would’ve caught a charge, rest assured.”

James snorted, letting down the next parting to have a go at. It didn’t take long to finish as he started to get into a groove.

“I just can’t imagine how she’s had a boyfriend for so long, surely he’d break up with her after realizing what she does?” You tsked, wincing slightly as your hair got caught on one of the clips.

“Sorry.”

You shrugged, letting him work as you contemplated your coworker. She was beautiful, in a conventional way, blonde with blue eyes that she lined like Twiggy. It made her look trendy and cute, but she was a right piece of work. Mean to the point of cruelty and entitled in a way you’d only expect from a small child.

“Do you think she even realizes what she’s doing?” You blinked, glancing up into the mirror to stare at James.

“Maybe? She seems to get a kick out of pissing people off.” He nodded along with your words, making his way through to the last section of hair. You stretched your back, joints popping. James winced at the sound but continued on, soldiering through the battle that was doing your hair. It wasn’t hard by any means, it just seemed to take forever.

As he straightened out the last few partings, you went ahead and grabbed your hair oil. The glass bottle clinked against the counter as you settled back onto the stool that you were sure was going to bruise your arse.

“Wonder if she’s actually cheated on him, the poor bloke. Can’t imagine how it must feel.” You giggled a little.

“He’s just as bad, if I’m honest.”

James clicked his tongue as he shut off the flat iron, setting it on the counter to cool. He pressed up against you again, arms wrapping around your waist to let your hair cool. He was careful to avoid getting your hair wet, his own hair still a touch damp from when he’d styled it.

“Everyone does have a match I suppose.”

You nodded, all but melting into his arms.

“I suppose they do.”

[wzrd-wheezes]

reader who has a hard time cumming and sirius helps with that !!!

That’s It - Sirius x Reader

"What's up, love?" Sirius looked up from where his face was buried between her thighs, his fingers still pressed inside of her, "I can practically see the cogs turning in that pretty head of yours."

"S'nothing, I'm fine." she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.

Sirius moved to her side immediately, propped up on one elbow as he looked at her quizzically. His chin was still glistening from where he had gone down on her and he made no attempt to wipe it off, clearly proud of how wet he had made her.

"We can stop if you want?" he offered, bringing a hand down to brush a few stray hairs off of her face.

"No!" the word fell from her lips immediately, "It's nothing. It's embarrassing."

"Tell me?"

"I can't cum. It's so stupid, I don't know why because it feels really good but I just can't get there, y'know?" she explained with an exasperated sigh, "And I feel bad because you've been doing it for ages and-"

"Don't be silly." Sirius cut her off, "It's not embarrassing. And don't feel bad for taking a while. I can assure you that I'm having the time of my life." he grinned cheekily.

"But-"

"No buts." he said firmly, "Now, be a good girl and tell me what feels good so I can make you cum, yeah?"

Y/N nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and Sirius resumed his prior position. Sirius was nothing if not determined. If anything, her struggling to cum only encouraged him further. He loved the way her face screwed up in pleasure and how her moans tumbled from her mouth. His fingers pumped away inside of her, pressing upwards with every gasp she made, her eyes fluttering shut.

"That's it, baby." he murmured, "Keep making those pretty noises for me. God, you sound so fucking sexy."

Sirius's hair had fallen messily over his forehead, his eyes glazed over with lust as he lapped sloppily at her clit. He slipped another finger inside of her and smirked against the sensitive flesh as she let out a loud moan.

"That feel good, pretty girl?"

Y/N could only nod in response. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows knitted together and her mouth open as she panted. She rutted her hips upwards to meet Sirius's mouth. He groaned, thrusting his fingers faster and faster.

"Cum for me." Sirius said, his voice husky, "Want you to cum all over my face."

Y/N's moans only got louder as she reached her peak, her hips erratically bucking up into his mouth. She thrashed around on the bed, her skin glistening with sweat as Sirius withdrew his fingers from her and put them into his mouth, sucking her juices from them.

"You taste so good. I knew you could do it." He smiled, sweetly catching her lips with his.

"Thank you. Sorry for taking-"

"It's my pleasure." he interrupted, "Now, how about you return the favour, eh?" he winked at her.

lily's birthday party

[evyltalks]

One of my favorite Remus : Knight Remus !!

My entry for @/ashbee_.art’s DTIYS

Also this is technically a birthday post for the only man I’m allowing myself to really appreciate. Happy birthday Moony, you would’ve loved Noah Kalan

[minksmind]

I am sorry but they are just birthday boy remus and sirius in my brain i cant help it, Everytime i draw them like this i think about BB😩 Birthday boy fic by @greenvlvetcouch ♡

[ultravioletbrit]

“glass” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 371 words

 

“Reg, what are you doing in here?” James asks when he finds Regulus sitting on their bed with all the lights off.

“Sulking.” Regulus flops back on the bed. 

“Why are you sulking, love?” James moves to sit beside him.

“I’m 30, James. 30 years old.” Regulus dramatically throws his arm over his eyes.

“Okay…?” James questions with a smile.

“I’m 30 so I’m sulking.” Regulus says simply.

“Reg, there’s no reason to sulk just because you’re 30.” Regulus moves his arm just to glare at James. James laughs softly and takes Regulus’ wrist pulling him to sit up. Regulus goes willing but then slumps on James’ shoulder. Again, being over dramatic.

“Let me ask you this. Do you feel any different than when you were 29?”

“Not really.” Regulus reluctantly huffs after he thinks about it for a moment.

“And did you love me any less when I turned 30?” James asks and Regulus looks up at him with a mischievous smirk.

“A little.” Regulus says as his smirk turns into a smile.

“Oh, shut it.” James bumps him with his shoulder and Regulus lets out a small chuckle making James’ smile grow.

“Just think of it this way, the older you get, the older Sirius gets.” James tells him.

“He does hate getting old.” Regulus says thoughtfully.   

“Mmhmm.” James hums as he stands and pulls Regulus up. “Now come on, your friends are waiting.”

Regulus huffs and lets James pull him out of their bedroom and trudges after him into the living room. As soon as they enter, Sirius’ eyes light up.

“Everyone raise a glass to the birthday boy!” Sirius bellows and Regulus sends him a death glare. “Everyone lower your glass by request of the birthday boy.” He says much quieter.

James nudges his shoulder a bit and Regulus sighs, accepting his fate.

“It’s fine Sirius. At least you didn’t make me blow out any birthday candles.” Regulus says just as Remus rounds the corner holding a cake with lit candles. Remus’ eyes widen and he quickly blows out the candles.

“You blew out my birthday candles!” Regulus says petulantly with a giant pout, stomping his foot and slapping his arms to his sides. Ever the dramatic.