#marauders icons

[sexymoonmansslut]

lily mf evans.

the only woman ever.

[tigrrliily]

I present: Even rosier and Pandora Rosier 🌹🐼

I decided that I wanted to draw more of the characters within the marauders era. I had to draw the Rosiers as fast as possible after being forced to work on uni assignments for so long🥲but anyway, I hope you like them as much as I do 😊

[enbysiriusblack]

sirius and james every morning in the dorms:

sirius and james spying on the slytherin quidditch practice:

james visiting sirius during detention:

[outromoony]

Bed Sharing

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 256

"We only have three beds, and there are four of us. Whoever gets the red chopsticks shares a bed," Sirius declared.

"Or you could just sleep on the floor," James teased, but Sirius waved him off.

"Anyway... Moony, you start."

"Why me?" Remus complained, eyeing Sirius suspiciously. "How do I know you didn't charm the hat to give the red chopstick to the first person who chooses?"

"Are you doubting my honesty, Remus Lupin?"

"Yes, I actually am."

"Fine," Sirius rolled his eyes and plunged his hand into the hat. "I'll go first, but then it's your turn, Moons."

Sirius took his time, as if by touch he could discern the color of the chopsticks. Moments later, he withdrew his hand, revealing a red chopstick.

"Ha, seems you're losing at your own game, Padfoot."

"Yeah, whatever." Sirius remained unphased, more focused on passing the hat to Remus. "Your turn, Moony."

Remus shot Sirius one last skeptical glance before reaching into the hat. When he pulled his hand out, a bright red chopstick lay in his palm.

"Well, that was quick," Peter laughed.

"It's decided, then." James noticed Sirius trying to suppress a grin. He started to grow suspicious. "Moony and I are sharing the bed. You lucky bastards can have your royal suites all to yourselves."

An hour later, while his friends were engrossed in a game of chess, James found the hat under Sirius and Remus's bed. Unsurprisingly, when he opened it, all the chopsticks inside were red.

James chuckled to himself. That clever idiot.

[nyxstherapy]

remus, angrily: ARE YOU- sirius: fucking remus: KIDDING ME, YOU- sirius: fucking remus: PIECE OF- sirius: shit remus: I HOPE YOU- sirius: fucking remus: TRIP, OVER YOUR- sirius: fucking remus: LACES james:........what the hell was that? sirius: lily has forbidden remus to swear, so I'm helping him out a little bit

[vampiristar]

j’aime juste dessiner Sirius

credit if you use it :)

[adharastarlight]

sirius, wearing eyeliner and just existing

someone: you know, that makeup is like... really aggressive

sirius: really? these two little lines of pigment... intimidated you?

[aithusarosekiller]

I feel like if you put Lily, Dorcas, and Reg in a room together for about an hour they'd have a plan to kill voldy

Give them an extra few hours to carry it out and the war's over

That's all they needed icl

[rudamaruda520]

[freshly met rosekiller about to have sex]

Barty: wait... before we gonna do that... what's your body count?

Evan, visibly abashed: oh... I didn't think you would care about such thing... umm... you're not the first guy I've brought from the club...

Barty: Oh honey... You misunderstood me... I couldn't care less... it's none of my business... your sex life is just yours... I meant like... murder... I just have a habit of bottoming for guys who have killed more people than me...

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 21: attack / word count: 641 cw: slight nsfw

The moment Sirius hears a stressed Regulus on the other end of the phone, he knows something is wrong. His usually cool and calm younger brother has almost given him a heart attack by asking him, in a tense and overwhelmed voice he has rarely heard before, to get to the hospital as soon as possible, along with the insistent sound of an ambulance siren. When he tries to get more details, he just tells him that he'll explain everything when he gets there and that everything's fine. Oh, and to bring Remus with him.

As he explains the situation to Moony, who has been looking at him expectantly throughout the phone conversation, worry creeps into his face. 

"Let's go now, I'll drive," is all Remus says as he gets up and grabs his keys.

As soon as they pull into the hospital's car park, Remus's phone rings with a message notification, which he pauses to read for a moment. The cackle of laughter he emits leaves Sirius completely baffled.

"What's going on?" Sirius tries to ask, but the taller one has trouble controlling his breathing in the middle of a fit of giggles. "Remus Lupin, my baby brother could be dying in there and you're laughing your ass off in here?"

"Trust me, he's not the one who's going to die!" he replies, when he manages to regain some composure.

"What do you mean?"

"My love, I need you to stay calm, okay?" the taller one asks, grabbing him by the shoulders. "I can assure you Regulus is fine, I promise, but I'm going to let him explain to you the reason we're here."

"He told you and not me?" Remus simply nods.

"Are our parents hospitalised?"

"I wish, but no."

After another failed attempt to get more information, they both meet Regulus in the waiting room.

"James Potter's family?" a nurse asks before Sirius can even ask what's going on. "He's stable now, you can come in and see him." 

James?

Still disoriented and once inside the hospital ward, Sirius can name four things he doesn't quite understand. The first is why James and Regulus (who seem to hate each other) are here together, the second is why everyone except Remus, who looks rather amused, is avoiding eye contact, the third is why his best friend is wearing a neck brace, and the fourth is why his younger brother, who knows nothing about soccer, seems to be wearing a rather familiar Arsenal jersey that barely covers the bruises on his neck. Wait, bruises?

"If someone doesn't explain to me what's going on in the next five seconds, I'm going to commit arson."

"I broke James' neck," says Regulus, while at the same time James exclaims, "I fell down the stairs. Remus laughs and Sirius finally understands what's going on.

"Enough! I see what's happening. Guys, I told you not to fight over me, you both have my affection eq—"

"I sat on his face, broke his neck and he passed out." Regulus interrupts.

The room falls silent.

"Why didn't you stop him, James?"

"Sirius..."

"It was an accident, right?" asks Sirius looking at them all, "Right, Prongs?"

"We've been together for four months."

"'You brotherfuck—"

And Sirius lunges at James attempting to throttle him.

And the thing is, he's happy for them, he really is, but he's angry that the two bastards made him believe all this time that they hated each other, so he had to keep making separate plans to prevent them from killing each other.

For all the weeks James has to wear the neck brace, Sirius avoids eye contact with him so he won't remember why he has to wear it. This proves to be difficult as his best friend in the world tells everyone about the reason as if it were some heroic feat.

[glassy-eyed-poet]

I am obsessed with the headcanon that James and Sirius snogged one time at a party in fifth year, so Reggie and Remus got together to make them jealous. (Alexa, play Better than Revenge).

[bri-cheeses]

Jerseys vs. Hoodies - Part 3

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 662 | Part 2 can be found here |

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“Merlin, you two are hopeless,” Regulus mutters under his breath.

Evan goes tense and looks over to see Barty’s reaction, but Barty is much too preoccupied with staring at Evan’s torso. It’s slightly unsettling, to be honest.

“Bee?” he prompts. “What are you looking at?”

Barty’s eyes climb up from Evan’s chest to his eyes, causing Evan to shiver.

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” he says.

Evan breathes in sharply.

“Oh,” he manages, then tries his hardest not to stumble over his words as he blurts, “I can take it off if you want. It was just the closest piece of clothing by my bed—” a blatant lie— “and I didn’t look at it before putting it on—” another lie— “and I’m sorry, I’ll take it off right now and—”

Barty’s hand covering his mouth cuts him off before he can start spiraling.

“It looks good on you,” he says, holding eye contact with Evan, who can feel Barty’s heartbeat against his lips. There’s something deeply intimate about the moment, and Evan doesn’t dare break eye contact as Barty slowly lowers his hand and opens his mouth to say something.

“Merlin,” Reg mutters again, because of course, “take the bedroom eyes somewhere far away from me, please.”

Evan immediately wants to scream at him, because that’s the second time today that Reg has ruined one of Evan’s moments with Barty. But the damage has been done, and he can feel the shift in energy before Barty even says anything.

“I mean, we can if Evan wants to.” Barty grins wolfishly up at Evan, eyeing him in a way that’s downright sinful. Evan tries not to feel too disappointed at the change in topic. After all, this is exactly what he had signed up for.

“Not today, Bee,” Evan murmurs as he turns back to his work. It might just be the hardest he’s ever had to try to focus on schoolwork. “I need to finish this essay.”

There’s a beat of silence as Evan scans through his previous work in an effort to resume his earlier train of thought, Barty a tempting distraction to his left. Barty tends to have this effect on him. Especially when he looks at Evan like he wants to drag him to the dorm and not let him come down for a good long while.

“Barty’s feeling neglected, Evan,” Regulus proclaims, breaking the silence.

Evan can’t help it. He looks over to the boy beside him, and sure enough, Barty’s gone back to pouting. Seriously, he needs to stop with this whole “wanting Evan’s attention” thing, or Evan’s going to get the wrong idea.

Evan aims his next words at Regulus, because it’s just easier.

“Tell him to get over it,” he says.

“He says to get over it,” Reg parrots, and Barty glares at him with enough force to make a weaker man wither.

But Regulus just blinks calmly and dips his quill into his ink pot, then writes his name on his essay with a flourish.

“Done,” he pronounces. “Now, I’m going to go get some dinner. Have fun and please don’t burn the library down.”

“Reg, we still have another twenty-ish minutes until dinner starts,” Barty points out, very obviously ignoring that last barb.

“He’s going to see Potter,” Evan stage-whispers. Barty snickers as Regulus’s face goes red.

“You know,” Regulus begins, narrowing his eyes at them, “before you said that I almost felt bad about leaving the two of you here alone together, considering everything going on between you, but now I’m actually pretty interested to see how this all plays out. Have fun dancing around each other like always,” he finishes, gathering his stuff.

Barty and Evan are both stunned into silence as Reg stands up and begins to walk away.

Only Barty recovers in time to call after him as he leaves, “Nice jersey, Reg,” and Evan groans because now is most definitely not the time.

Regulus simply gives them the finger in response, then disappears around the corner.

-

(Part 4 will be coming out on Saturday)

[regulusblqck123]

Happy pride everyone.

Netherlands v Poland tomorrow.

Netherlands is gonna win.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Remus: I don’t know what to do everyone keeps stealing my chocolates and snacks

Regulus: Step one, put a delicious pie in the hidout and cover it with poison

Remus: That's step one? What's step two?

Regulus: Tell their parents they were thieves

[ecstarry]

i need dorcas between james and barty all sweaty dancing in a club to baila morena while reg, pandora and evan are having the biggest sexuality crisis ver

[sugarish]

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