#marylily fluff

[venus-sqturn]

fleamont and euphemia to james 😭

[miss-star-dust]

Okay, now I've finished Crimson Rivers, does people have fic recs that are full of fluff???

Because CR and the Christmas season as a marauders fan has really provided me with enough angst for a lifetime.

Fluffy fic recs???

Can be any marauders ship idc, I just need fluff overload to balance out the angst.

[saintchaser]

“you’re beautiful,” mary says, and they’re eleven. she looks at lily, at the constellation of freckles dusted on her face, at the pink lips, at her soft skin, at the auburn hair and emerald green eyes and she decides that lily evans is, undoubtedly and absolutely undeniably, beautiful.

“you’re beautiful,” mary says, and they’re fourteen. lily’s going on her first date ever, and mary’s not jealous, but something deep within her wished that the boy lily was going on a date with would be her. lily blew her a kiss; mary caught it, and kept it in her pocket for the rest of her life.

“you’re beautiful,” mary says, and they’re sixteen. they’re only slightly tipsy, and her face is so close to lily’s, she can see freckles again (they fade during the colder months, mary knew that). their eyes are closed, and their lips ghost again the other’s. mary will keep lily’s secret, if this will be their future.

“you’re beautiful,” mary says, and she’s nineteen. she looks at the pictures sent with the thin letter, and lily looks ethereal in her white dress, the veil over her face. mary can see, through it, the twinkle in her eyes, and pink lips (she wishes she could kiss them). she slips the picture back, and she cries.

“you’re beautiful,” mary says, and she’s twenty one. the casket is lowered into the ground.

a single tear rolls of her cheek, staining the hardwood. no one looks at her, no one comes to comfort her. she sees remus, as miserable as she is. neither makes the first step; both grieve.

mary no longer sees the beauty of the world.

[svnflower-writes]

real sweet but i wish you were sober

Description: in which the mutual pining becomes something both Remus and Sirius have wanted for years due to a drunk, jealous slip up on Sirius' part.

ship: wolfstar + background jegulus

warnings: nothing major I can think of—alcohol consumption, so much fluff, unresolved sexual and romantic tension, painfully obvious flirting, james regulus and peter are a bunch of little shits, jealousy

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51762532

authors note: SO MUCH FLUFF and remus is second guessing EVERYTHING. obviously inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray :) they’re not together when this starts and remus is feeling very unsure about a lot of things. sirius helps him out with that though ;) somehow from the dining table by harry styles possessed me to write this in half an hour idk why it doesn’t even give the same vibes but ig it feels like a wolfstar song to me soooo —as always this is unedited and i wrote it at 2am so i might read it later and think it's total shit (but currently this is my fave wolfstar fic i've writen) also this was meant to be like 500 words and its almost 2k lmaooo

Remus was a blushing mess. Sirius had insisted on doing Remus’ eyeliner—saying that Remus would just look ‘so hot’ in it—and who was he to refuse? For Sirius, he would do anything. The problem was, he hadn’t exactly pictured agreeing to this resulting in Sirius straddling his hips, leaning extremely close to his face with his tongue poked out due to his level of focus.

“Merlin, Moony, you’ll be the hottest one at the party.” Well, one of us certainly will be, and it’s not me.

Remus was screaming internally, but he mustered a playful smirk and a quick: “am I not already?”

Sirius sent him a grin as he continued to do his makeup, “of course you are, darling. Anyone who disagrees is blind.”

Remus was certainly not blind when it came to noticing the tiny things Sirius was doing, however. The way he pushed his dark curls out of his eyes with one hand and clenched his jaw slightly in concentration with one eyebrow slightly raised? Fucking hell, it drove him insane. Remus wanted so strongly to just grab his face and smash their lips together.

He didn’t do that, obviously.

“Okay, I’m almost done,” Sirius muttered while he did the final touches to the eyeliner. “You ready for everyone at this party to fall madly in love with you?” I only want you to love me.

Remus swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Sirius, “as long as you’re one of them.”

Sirius looked a little taken aback for a moment and Remus could’ve sworn he saw him blush, but he was likely just seeing what he wanted to see. At the look on Sirius’ face, Remus mentally cursed himself for speaking his thoughts aloud. Remus’ worry was unnecessary—as it often was—because a broad smile soon took over his features and he pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “You can count on that.”

Even after he had pulled away, Remus could feel the ghost of his lips where they had been on his cheek, and he refused to look at Sirius because he knew he was a blushing mess.

“Moony?”

This broke Remus out of his thoughts, and he looked up with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

Sirius smirked in amusement at Remus’ absentmindedness and the fluffy-haired boy could only hope that he was unaware that he was the cause of it all. “Could you go check if James is ready? I need to fix my outfit.”

Remus scoffed softly, “Pads, I hardly think your outfit needs fixing.” Sirius was wearing a white cropped tank top—Moony loved it because showed off his tattoos and biceps— with an array of necklaces draped around his neck. He had on his favourite baggy jeans (the ones with stars on them that Remus had helped him make) and a black belt adorning his waist, and the look was finished off with a pair of Dr. Martens.

Sirius winked at him, “well, you know me. I have to look perfect for you, my love.”

The last two words almost resulted in Sirius being pushed up against the wall, so Remus opted for a short: “You always look perfect to me, darling,” before he exited the room as fast as he possibly could.

He found James downstairs in their common room, lying on the couch with Regulus curled up at his side. James was stroking Regulus’ hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ears, and Remus smiled at the two as he flopped down on the seat opposite them. James looked up and surveyed his flushed cheeks, he then asked casually, “so, have you two made out yet?”

Remus threw the nearest book (which happened to be Lily’s current reread, Pride and Prejudice) at him before glancing across at Lily, who was sat across the common room watching the exchange with a grin. “Sorry, Lily. it was for a good cause.”

“No, no. I’m curious too. Are the two of you,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, “getting any action?”

Remus glared at his friend, “shut up. And for your information, no.”

Regulus cooed at him from where he sat with James, “oh, poor Remus. So much flirting, so little of anything else—including your transfiguration notes, by the way. I wanted to borrow someone’s notes for the class I missed, so I asked James, who obviously redirected me to your extensive pile of notes on your desk. That desk is very disorganised, by the way. But alas, no notes. Never thought you were the type to forget to take notes. Spending too much time yearning over my brother in that class, Lupin?”

Remus looked away in embarrassment, “don’t rely on someone else’s notes next time, Reggie.”

“Don’t spend hours on end staring at my brother and I wouldn’t have to call you out for not having your notes.”

Groaning, Remus stood up, “okay, I’m going to get a sweater. See you guys soon!” he began to walk up the stairs but he was stopped when he walked into Sirius walking down. He had redone his hair and put it half into a low bun, and he had gained several rings and had a leather jacket in his hands.

He grinned at Remus, “ready to go?”

“Oh, I need-”

His favourite woollen jumper was shoved into his arms and he blinked slowly as Sirius spoke. “I thought you might want it.”

Remus shifted his weight from side to side as he looked down at the sweater in his hands and he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration for the boy standing in front of him.

He didn’t realise how long he had been staring down at it until Sirius ruffled his hair softly.

“Hey, you okay? You zoned out.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, thanks for getting this. We can go down now, if you want?”

Sirius nodded, taking Remus’ hand and tugging him gently down the stairs. Remus felt his heart beating faster than he deemed normal, but he couldn’t remember anything about human biology at that moment due to his mind racing at a million miles per minute. As the two walked into the common room, he met eyes with Lily and sent her an alarmed expression, to which she smirked at. She tapped Mary’s shoulder and pointed at Sirius and Remus’ entwined hands. Mary grinned and gave a silent cheer directed to Remus.

There were already more people in the common room, a variation of people Remus recognised and people he didn’t (admittedly more of the later group). Sirius led Remus towards James, Regulus, and Peter, who were now sitting upright on the couch. Remus sat next to Regulus and the boy smirked at him.

“You’re a mess, Lupin.”

Peter walked around the back of the couch to whisper in Remus’ ear, “I say just kiss and be done with it. This flirting is sickening.” Remus gently slapped Peter’s shoulder with the hand that wasn’t still clasped in Sirius’ ring-clad one and the other boy lightly gasped. “Well, they do say love makes people crazy.”

Remus groaned loudly at Peter’s words, and Sirius turned to him. “You okay?”

“No, he’s in-” Remus pressed his free hand over Peter’s mouth with a warning expression directed at the shorter boy.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He smiled at Sirius, who looked unconvinced and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Remus almost melted right then and there, and Peter snickered at the interaction.

James stood up abruptly, “alright, who wants some firewhisky?”

Sirius cheered, standing up to follow James and pulling Remus to his feet by the hand he didn’t quite want to let go of just yet.

Ten minutes later, Remus was leaning against the wall with a half full glass of firewhisky and a small smile on his face as he watched Sirius participating in some stupid dare. The long-haired boy kept sending little glances over at Remus to see if he was watching and letting his teasing gaze linger when they made eye contact. Somehow, Sirius had convinced Regulus to participate in the game, and the two brothers had light, carefree smiles on their faces.

Remus felt another presence next to him and looked over to see James, watching the Black brothers with a yearning look on his face similar to the one that was probably adorning Remus’ face. Smiling at Remus,

James muttered, “oh, our stars are so pretty.”

Remus nodded in agreement, “so pretty.”

The two stood there with adoring expressions painting their features for another ten minutes minutes before Remus felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, warm breath alarmingly close to his ear. He was overcome with an immense feeling of discomfort.

A sultry feminine voice whispered, “well, aren’t you a handsome specimen, what if I-”

The voice didn’t even get a chance to finish before Remus felt a well-known hand grab his own. “What if you piss off and take your wandering hands out of my boyfriend’s personal space?”

Remus did a double take.

His eyes widened slightly and he glanced at where James had been with a confused expression, only to find that his friend had disappeared. When he finally mustered the courage to look at Sirius, he was surprised to find him with a deep blush covering his cheeks. They met eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t know how else to get her away from you—and you were so uncomfortable, I couldn’t just stand there and watch. Plus, I didn’t want her touching you– I’m sorry, I’m rambling, fuck.”

Remus had the best idea he had had all night long. “Who said it was something to be sorry for?”

Sirius froze. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?”

Sirius looked into Remus’ eyes for a few moments before grabbing his face and smashing their lips together. It was a messy kiss, all teeth clashing and hands grabbing at hair.

Remus pulled away suddenly, “how drunk are you, exactly?”

“Not drunk enough to be making this up, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“Sober enough to remember it in the morning?”

“Well, if I don’t, we can always recreate it.” Sirius winked playfully and squeezed Remus’ hand.

“Hmm, can’t say I’d be opposed to that, darling…” Remus trailed off slowly as he pushed Sirius against the wall, bringing their lips together in another kiss. This kiss was slow, sweet, and a stark contrast to their first kiss. Remus had one hand resting on Sirius’ cheek and another tangled in his curls, and Sirius’ had his arms draped over Remus’ shoulders.

Remus’ eyes suddenly caught the metal glint of a necklace hanging around Sirius’ neck, and he raised an eyebrow as he pulled slightly away from the kiss. “Is that mine?”

Sirius scoffed, “you never wore it, anyway. It was wasted on you.” Remus smiled softly and wasted no time in bringing their lips together once again.

[bunbunbl0gs]

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[psychesart]

merry christmas and happy (late) birthday to my dearest @cornishpixiez <333

[froggisarethebest]

this might get me sent to the trenches but i have to say it….. i miss good old Jily. i miss the unintentional academic rivals of Lily wanting to excel and James being naturally good at everything, and it’s an un going battle between them as they grow up.

I miss James with a huge crush who would stare at Lily completely awestruck and make a fool out of himself trying to get her attention because he is just a thirteen year old boy with a crush on the smart, radiant, beautiful Lily Evans. I miss Lily perhaps drying James even has a crush and not fathoming the idea because why would someone like JAMES POTTER like her??

I miss reading about their nights in the library and during Head Boy and Girl patrol through the hallways, and how James would probably show Lily the secret passages him and the Marauders (Mostly Remus) Have discovered during their years at Howarts.

I miss Lily in her dorm admitting to Marlene, Mary and Alice that she has it bad, REAL BAD, for James Potter.

I miss their dates, double dates with Remus and Sirius, triple dates with Dorcas and Marlene, quadruple dates with Frank and Alice, and the nights they would spend listening to each others favorite music and talking about their families, and their worries, and their shared insecurities over having to be perfect in order to be accepted and wanting so so so bad to be truly and deeply loved but also so so so very scared of doing so.

I miss their huge wedding with everyone there and Sirius as the best man, James tearing up at the aisle as he watched Lily walk towards him, and Flaremont and Euphemia are there, smiling, watching their beautiful boy glow with happiness. And the War has been horrible, taken so much from everyone, but they have each other, and they love so so so so much.

And i Miss the tragedy of it all. James dying first, and Lily dying second. How after all those years of rivalry, pining, confessions, dates, laughter, love love love, they didn’t have much time at all

But i miss the love they did have when they were alive, and how it literally and ultimately was the reason the War ended and Voldemort was finally defeated.

I’m just going to leave that there ….

[marauderswhore4]

Yule Ball

- Jegulus

-Warnings: None, just James and Reg being sickeningly cute

James had just about given up: Lily probably wasn't going to come. Not an hour and a half late. With an aching heart, he began to climb the twisting staircase to his dormroom. They'd been right, of course, Lily wouldn't ever go out with him. He'd been naive to still believe she would.

There was a loud bang. And another. And another. "James?" A yell. He knew that voice. James would always know that voice. It was the one that soothed him when he cried, it was the one that made his name sound like poetry, it was the one that made his heart leap just a little, even though he knew it shouldn't. "James, I don't know if you can hear me, but it's Regulus. Please let me in." There was a worried lilt to his voice, some kind of desperacy that James couldn't understand. Why was Regulus here? Didn't he have a date to the ball?

It took another knock to snap James out of his shock and enable him to hurry to the painting - which of course Regulus couldn't get past, because he didn't know the password. It swung open to reveal a very pretty Regulus Black. If his heart had been leaping before, now James's heart was somersaulting up and down his throat, conveniently blocking his airways.

Regulus was dressed in a perfectly fitting, black velvet tux and had his hair styled in a way which left a few strands grazing his face and the rest combed back. His lips were an alluring cherry pink and - was he wearing eyeliner? James thought he might faint on the spot.

"What are you doing here?" James swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks go red. Here he was, wearing his best suit with a tear-streaked face, when he should've been dancing with Lily Evans in the Great Hall. However, Regulus didn't seem to be judging. In fact, he seemed glad to see James. And James was not-so-secretly glad to see him too.

"Remus told me to come, so I did." Regulus replied with a shrug. "I figured you got stood up?" He stated, but it sounded more like a question, his voice a bit softer than before. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, like he was scrutinising James.

"Yeah, I suppose. So, I guess, why did you come?" James was quick to move on from being stood up by Lily god damn Evans. He should've known.

"It's you." Regulus replied so quickly that he himself seemed to be surprised by the honesty of his answer. His cheeks were tinted the slightest pink, but he didn't seem to regret what he'd said.

"Oh." Was all James could say. "Give me a minute." He added, rushing to the bathroom to press a cold flannel to his very hot face. It was a pity he'd cried, really, he'd looked really good before and now it looked, well, it looked like he'd been crying his eyes out.

Breathe, James, breathe. It's just Regulus. Regulus Black, the cold-blooded Slytherin who put his night on hold to see him. The evil Black brother who had physically relaxed upon seeing him. The boy who had kissed him in the Astronomy Tower.

And now he was stood outside, waiting for him, because he cared. It made James want to cry even more. He sighed before heading back to the doorway where Regulus still stood. His eyes lit up when he saw James reappear, in a manner that made James's heart soar. You couldn't fake that kind of thing. He smiled awkwardly.

"So what's the plan?" He asked, willing his easy, charming grin to return. Not that Regulus had ever been fooled by that. No, Regulus knew him better than that. Regulus knew him better than he knew himself.

"Follow me." The younger boy held out a hand, which James was more than happy to take. He pretended not to notice how his whole body jolted as their hands touched. Or how Regulus squeezed his hand ever so gently. Or the blush that coated Regulus's cheeks as he interlocked their fingers.

He let the boy lead him through corridors, finally stopping in an empty classroom not far from the hall. The music was so loud that it seemed to fill the room, like the band was playing right by the professor's desk.

"Would you care to dance?" This time, Regulus was the one with the charming grin. It was futile to even try to resist. James nodded more enthusiastically than he cared to admit. Regulus smiled wider as he pulled James closer. They were so close that James could hear Regulus's slightly erratic breathing. So close. So very close.

Regulus let his arms wrap loosely around James's waist, whilst James's hands rested on Regulus's shoulders. They were slow dancing, swaying at a pace that definitely wasn't in beat with the music, but that didn't matter to them.

What did matter, however, was the way Regulus let his head rest against James's chest, somehow pulling their bodies even closer together. He could probably hear James's wild heartbeat, but somehow James didn't mind. It was Regulus.

Author's Notes:

- Requests are open! Check my pinned post for rules <3

-Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

- I'm sorry I fell off the face of the earth, I had a slump and it's currently a high pressure exam year for me so I won't be the most active. Please accept this peace offering Jegulus drabble because they are my comfort ship.

[lovefromremus]

Hi marauders Tumblr!! This is me shamelessly promoting my small-town AU. It's kind of basically following Sirius and Regulus as they move to a small town and meet everybody else, the ships include Jegulus, Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Marylily and them navigating the beginnings of their relationships. I'd say most of the ships are slow burn apart from wolfstar? It's slow but not tooo slow. Oh and Dorlene is already established.

It's not just a ship fic, it's also a plot fic in general which is dependant on the black brothers escaping their parents. I update at least once every week (usually Saturday) but updates have been easier recently! Maybe you'd wanna give it a go?

[moiravim]

Roughen Up Part 3: Reunions

Roughen Up Masterlist

Sirius Black

I'm going to talk to my sister. I need to speak with her. Remus made me realize that. I wish everyone was a little more like Remus.

I jump out of bed, making both Remus and James look at me confused. I walk out before they can say anything. I don't want to make this a big deal.

My thought process backfires because James follows me out. "Sirius. Where are you going? What are you doing? You need to stop running off like this."

I don't want to answer him but I know I have to, or else he'll follow me all the way to the slytherin common room.

"I'm going to talk to my sister, James! Please, just... Leave me alone."

He looks at me with a guilty expression before nodding and walking out. I feel bad, but I have greater problems.

I walk through the halls, walking down to the slytherin common room. I can't get in because the password has changed recently, so I wait for a slytherin to open the door so I can sneak in.

A slytherin boy in the year ahead of me walks up and opens the door. He gives me a weird look, but I follow him into the common room.

The Slytherins in the room see visibily upset that I'm here, but I don't care. I look around for my sister, but I don't see her. Although, I do see her roommate.

"Hey! Dorcas, right? Where's my sister?", I asked. She looks at me with a confused expression before responding; "she's probably in the library. She's always in there. Why?".

I ignore her question, nodding before storming out of the common room. I'm starting to become anxious about talking to her and I wonder if I should go back to my common room. I don't.

I find myself opening the library door.

Regulus Black

I need to talk to someone about this, about me. That I want to be a boy. I can't tell Sirius, he won't support me. I wish Pandora had stayed a little longer. Maybe I would've told her. She seems very open minded, and if things go wrong it barely matters because I just met her.

I can't loose my brother. Or have I already lost him?

I get up and walk towards the bookshelf. I hate these books. I like reading Sirius' muggle books. He has a small collection of them, but from the ones I've read, they're better.

The door opens but I ignore it until I hear the words, "I need to speak to you".

It's my brother, I know it is. I turn around and look at him, confused.

"What do you need?", I respond with an annoyed tone. I don't want to talk to him. But maybe I could tell him how I feel. Would it be worth it?

I try to list the good and bad things that could happen. First the bad things; I'd say I could loose my brother, but he already hates me. I geuss he could out me too.

Now the good things; I could get support, help with transitioning, and possibly fix my relationship with him.

I make my decision, "Sorry. Your right. I need to talk to you, too". He looks at me like he wasn't expecting that.

"Okay... Um... Would you like to go somewhere more private?", he asks. I nod.

We go into one of the private study rooms in the library.

He sits in the chair in front of me and begins, "I don't want to loose you. Your my sister. I miss how things used to be". I cringe at the word "sister".

I think about what to say. Nothing comes out. "I don't understand why you are acting like this", he adds.

"I'm transgender. I want to be a boy. The fact that I'm a girl makes me want to kill myself". Silence.

Dorcas Meadows

The party's been fun so far. Other than a strange conversation I had with Sirius when the party was starting.

I haven't made any friends yet this year, but the atmosphere is nice. Everyone is having fun.

A girl has caught my attention. I think she may be a Gryffindor because she's with Lily Evans. She has blonde hair up to her shoulders, and a bright red dress that matches her lips.

I try to make my way closer to her. I pretend like I'm getting another drink and then I stand by where her and her friends stood.

The lighting was dim and the music was loud, making it impossible for me to talk to her. What's the worst that could happen if I just go up and dance with people I don't know?

I put my drink down on the windowsill and walk onto the dancefloor.

"Hey!", I try to yell over the loud music. This is completely out of character for me, but it just feels right. And I may be getting a little drunk.

"Hi!", she shouts back with a wide smile. Her friends leave, going to do their own thing, leaving her with me.

"What's your name?", I ask, my voice still raised. "Marlene! And you?"

"Dorcas."

We continue to dance. Eventually dancing turns into dancing together. I try to get as close to her as possible without making it too obvious.

I cannot keep my eyes off her lips. She's dancing and I'm dancing. I take a step closer to her and she smiles at me.

I put my hands on each side of her head, grasping her hair. I lean in to kiss her, but then I pause.

What am I doing? I don't even know if she's gay. To be quite honest, I don't even remember her name. Marlene, was it?

What if I'm not her type? Since one have I cared about these type of things. I should just kiss her-

My thoughts are interrupted by her pulling me in and kissing me. We're both smiling, and when we pull away, I laugh a sound of relief.

A/N: Three chapters in a week, this has to be a record for me haha. Hopefully you guys like how this story is going so far. :) <3 Also, sorry for the flashing on the gif. I know it's annoying, but it was just perfect for this chapter.

@jegulusposts @thestarslittleking @doingyourmom069

[remuskinniesblog]

it’s always “jegulus raising Harry” this, “jegulus raising Harry” that - what about MARYLILY raising Harry HUH

[venus-sqturn]

imagine struggling mother lily evans, with a 3 year old harry potter, and she meets mary macdonald, who is a daycare worker and they hit it tf off

[redconversesandrocknroll]

daily update on Enjoy the Now:

- chapter 13 is written, just needs to be edited (HEAVILY i was like half asleep writing that chapter)

- im so sorry for the wait, ive just been studying for my exams and etc and updates might take a moment until winter break starts

- good news tho, i get 4 ish weeks off for break so more writing time!!! yayayayay

- little spoiler for next chapter since i haven’t updated, regulus and james interaction. regulus pushes james up against a wall ‼️

[saintchaser]

mary pressed a kiss to lily’s shoulder. “good morning.”

“to you too,” lily hummed, content. “it will always be good when i wake up next to you.”

[murderoushagthesequel]

ok i fully intended for the first chapter of invisible cracks to be my first ao3 post but! it snowed today and i was inspired soooo enjoy this fluffy one shot of marylily and jegulus raising harry!

oh and @not-rab , you asked about my ao3 posts and there weren't any at the time but now there are!

[l-i-a-n-n-a]

It is the 30 januari. So way havet i sen a singel happy birthday to lily evens.

Any ways happy birthday lily💐