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alexsays-no · 2 days
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Happy Birthday to one of the man I love the most ♡♡♡
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My light my love ♡
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ilophilia · 3 days
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Regulus: You...love the moon?
Sirius: Yes.
Regulus: And you associate Remus with the moon?
Sirius: Yes.
Regulus: Hm. Wanna think about that any further...?
Sirius: I'm good thanks.
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pandoraistheloml · 2 days
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no rizz just pretty eyes and a overwhelming amount of knowledge about fictional characters.
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swatchitt · 1 day
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beating the 'sirius is a twink' allegations
new watermark because im insecure
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propussyslayer · 3 days
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remus "oh i think im gay" lupin
sirius "no mate im not gay i am comfortable with my heterosexuality wait wdym remus is going on a date with a rawenclaw how dare after all we have been through what the hell james make him stop" black
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moonstruckme · 3 days
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Hiiii!I hope your doing great I saw your requests just opened and I was wondering if you would mind doing a poly emt marauders with a reader that’s in hospital and they don’t know until they’re like bringing in someone in or something and their like why didn’t you tell us and she’s like oh cause I didn’t want you to worry.Something like that if not it’s fine have a good day!!!🌊
Thanks for requesting gorgeous! Not super sure if this is accurate since I don’t think paramedics usually spend much time inside the hospital but oh well haha. Hope you have a good day too! <3
cw: hospital/emergency room, mention of broken bone
emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 827 words
You’re just on your way out of A&E, feeling sore and shattered and more than a little sorry for yourself, when someone says your name. With an odd mix of relief and trepidation mingling in your chest, you turn. 
Sirius makes it to your first. He takes your face in his hands, eyes scanning it over thoroughly before starting to make their way down your body. “Baby, what’s happened?” 
“Hey,” you say, “what are you doing here?” 
“Um, no.” James gives you a funny-looking smile, amusement tangled up with worry. “It’s fairly normal for us to be here, what are you doing here?” 
“I, um—” 
“Idiots.” Remus bypasses them both, taking your injured hand gently and holding it up where your other boyfriends can see it. “What happened here, lovely?” 
“I broke my finger,” you admit. 
Sirius looks devastated, though with the splint binding your two fingers together you thought it was fairly obvious. “How?” 
“Shut it in my car door.” 
James winces and Remus tsks compassionately, turning your hand so he can see the injured digit from another angle. 
“How long have you been here?” he asks.
You shrug, not quite looking at any of them. “I had to wait a while. A few hours.” 
Remus’ look lets you know your sheepishness isn’t without good reason. “Did you drive yourself like this?” 
You nod meekly. 
“Angel!” James wraps his arms around you, tucking your head underneath his chin, and you go happily. You’ll take his mollycoddling over Remus’ reproachful stare any day. “Why didn’t you call us? I can’t believe you had to sit here all by yourself.” 
“I knew you were busy at work, and I didn’t want to worry you.” Now Sirius is glaring at you, too. You snuggle further into James’ embrace. “It wasn’t so bad.” 
“Did they have to set it?” Sirius asks. 
Your face heats. “Yeah. It was pretty weird-looking when it first happened.” 
James makes a pitiful whining sound. “Poor love.” 
“How long did they tell you it’d take to heal?” Remus’ voice sounds somewhat gentler now. He finally relinquishes your injured hand to Sirius, who starts turning it about and inspecting it in the same manner, like the doctor who splinted it for you might not have done a good enough job. 
“Six to eight weeks,” you say glumly. It already feels annoyingly constraining not being able to bend either of those fingers; you’re not sure how you’re supposed to deal with it for weeks on end. 
The boys exchange a look, and James drops the protective circle of his arms from around you. “I’m going to go find Amelia,” he says, “see if she’s on break.” 
You clutch at his shirt with your good hand. “Don’t leave me,” you whisper. 
Your boyfriend smiles, dropping a kiss on your head. “Sorry, lovie.” 
“I think we ought to feel insulted,” Sirius comments as James walks away. Remus only shrugs. 
He reaches for your face now that it’s not hidden under James’ chin, wiping frownily at something on your cheek. 
“Are you feeling alright now, dove?” he asks, and you veritably liquefy at the tenderness in his voice. 
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrug one shoulder lightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, but it really wasn’t awful.” 
Sirius gives your wrist an admonishing little squeeze. “You have tear marks on your face,” he contradicts you softly. 
“Oh.” You run a finger under your eyes, feeling your face heat. 
Remus tuts and lets his hand against the side of your neck, thumb stroking at your jaw. “We’re only on shift for another hour,” he tells you. “James is finding our friend Amelia so you can stay in the break room with her until we can come back and get you, okay?” 
You shake your head, and his stare hardens but you say anyway, “I don’t need to be babysat. I can get home on my own.” 
“You shouldn’t be driving after having anesthetic.” 
You narrow your eyes. “Wouldn’t they have told me if that were the case?” 
“We don’t want you driving with a numb hand,” Sirius clarifies. When you turn your attention to him, he gives you a stern look. “You should have called us in the first place. Just let us do what we can for you now, okay?” 
You sigh in resignation just as James comes up behind you again. Seeing as no one has taken over hug duty, he wraps both arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. 
“Okay,” you tell Sirius. 
“Oh, excellent. All on the same page, are we?” James turns his head to smooch your cheek. “Knew you’d come around, angel. Amelia’s ready for you, so you can hang in the break room until we get back.” 
“Is she going to baby me too?” you joke, letting him steer you towards the hallway. 
“Probably not,” Sirius says, “but don’t you worry, sweetness. We’ll make up for that when we get you home.” 
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wolvesandshine · 2 days
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I know everyone portrays Regulus as the one with exquisite and expensive taste but listen James was the only child of one of Englands richest and oldest wizarding family. He casually wears a rolex watch without thinking twice and is the type to drop hundreds of dollars on a gift. And the thing he goes about it completely unaware of how absurdly expensive all his things are
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popcornhee · 2 days
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Brothers part 1
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ellecdc · 2 days
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hi!!!!
id love to see a poly!marauders where the reader is muggle born or atlest muggle raised , reader and remus just bond over muggle stuff while the others sit there all confused asking wtf they’re talking about
like music, technology, maybe certain foods, certain slang and books the wizard world doesn’t have.
(ps i love ur blog and everything you write plz keep it up❤️)
hahaha awe so cute - here's a sweet little scene, and thanks for your request <33
poly!marauders x gn!reader who is muggle born
James was not too proud to admit he was rather upset.
And by upset, he meant jealous, terribly jealous. And desperate, so unbelievably desperate. And also sort of pissed off.
The cause of such upset, you might wonder?
Oh, only one of his own sodding boyfriends, of course.
You see, it had been his idea to start chatting with you in order to see where things could go - you know, romantically - between the four of you.
Sirius was eager - which would seem very out of character for the notoriously territorial and stand-offish Black who was wary of anyone interfering with their already established dynamic - but Sirius was equally as enamoured with you as James was from your shared classes and your few interactions around the castle.
Of course - as would be expected - it was Moony that the two of them had to persuade to consider you in earnest. 
“Come on, Moons. Don’t tell me you’re worried that you won’t be the smartest one in the relationship anymore.” Sirius had teased, earning him a glare from the werewolf. 
But of course, James (and Sirius) had been right, and Remus was practically immediately taken with you after James had officially introduced you to his boyfriends at a Gryffindor party. 
It was perhaps very helpful that you happened to be muggle born seeing as Remus had a muggle parent himself, so he was able to bond with you over various muggle things.
And James thought that was wonderful! Truly!
Really.
He honestly did.
But...well, did you guys have to talk about it all of the time!?
And it’s not that James didn’t like you talking about muggle things, or that he didn’t like muggle things in general.
What he didn’t like was that he couldn’t participate in the conversation at all.
And James is sorry, but what in the buggering fuck was a ‘vee sea are’?
James tuned back into the conversation when he began recognizing some of the words you and Remus were saying, though Sirius looked no less confused than he had previously.
“My favourite is probably The Sound of Music.” You admitted somewhat bashfully, features painted with a shy smile as you looked at Remus through your eyelashes.
James didn’t know what you were so shy about, especially considering Remus was beaming at you in response. “Me too!” He agreed readily.
“I love the sound of music!” James chimed in readily, earning him a surprise look from you, a curious look from Remus, and a bemused look from Sirius. 
“Do you really?” You asked sweetly, offering him a hopeful smile.
“I didn’t know you’d ever heard of it.” Remus added quietly.
James scoffed. “Oh, come off it Moons. Of course I love the sound of music! It’s arguably one of my favourite sounds ever!” 
“Awe.” You said sympathetically as Remus barked a laugh.
James looked at the two of you in confusion before he turned to Sirius in hopes for an answer. 
“I don’t know how Prongsie, seeing as they never really asked a question.” Sirius started, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, “But I think you got the answer wrong.”
James harrumphed and fell back into his chair, feeling thoroughly dejected. 
“I’m sorry Jamie.” You apologized, looking particularly distraught at having caused James any grief. “We can talk about something else, if you’d like.”
James waved you off quickly. “No, no. I’m sorry, sweets. It doesn’t matter to me what you talk about, as long as I get to continue hearing the sound of your lovely voice, arguably my second favourite sound ever.” 
James may not know what sounds of music you had been talking about, but he was proud that he did know how to make you blush something fierce with nothing but a few simple words. 
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itmeanssungod · 2 days
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“God I want you in some primal, wild way animals want each other. Untamed and full of teeth. God I want you, In some chaste, Victorian way. A glimpse of your ankle just kills me.”
― Clementine von Radics
Remus paints Sirius' toenails. Sirius watches.
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fourmoony · 3 days
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I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC
thanks for requesting, sweetie!
f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie
You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.
James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.
You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.
You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.
James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.
You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.
Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.
"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.
Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.
"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.
You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.
"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.
You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.
"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.
You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.
"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.
His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."
"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.
James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."
You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."
"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.
"How do you reckon?"
"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.
You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.
"You're sweet."
James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."
"Thanks, Jamie."
He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.
He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.
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klarolinexluv · 2 days
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SORRY *RUNS TOWARDS YOU REALY FAST* ITS JAMES POTTERS BIRTHDAY *STOPS IN FRONT OF YOU* HES 64! INCREDIBLE! *CONTINUES RUNNING PAST YOU* ITS JAMES POTTERS BIRTHDAY!
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hiddenmoonbeam · 3 days
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Trying out new brushes with lesbian Sirius because this image wouldn’t leave my head...
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amortentia - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 291
The feelings had come on quite suddenly.
The day they all met at the platform, to finally head back to Hogwarts for their sixth year, he felt it.
Staring at Remus, who had grown about six inches and styled his hair in a way that Sirius could only describe as different, his stomach lurched. He felt oddly off-kilter and embarrassed and nervous.
He tried to hide it. To wait until it passed or until he got over it, but it got worse daily. He became a stuttering mess around his best friend, and nothing was to be done about it. That was when he started to suspect.
Because the thing was, Sirius Black was smooth. He was a flirt and he was attractive and everyone wanted him. He was also straight.
So why was he feeling like this?
Well, the answer was simple.
He cornered James after about two weeks of torture and looked him dead in the eye. "Enough's enough, Prongs," he stated, cheeks still pink from a few minutes ago, when he accidentally somehow told Remus he wanted to eat him instead of eat with him.
James threw him a look. "Erm...what?"
"Stop spiking my drinks with Amortentia. I know you probably think it's ridiculously funny to see me make an arse of myself by tripping over Moony, but-" Sirius explained, rolling his eyes.
"Pads. I haven't spiked anything," James said, all sincerity.
And really, James was the only one who could have done it. Who would have thought something like this. So why....?
"You're sure?" He asked, almost desperately.
James only nodded.
"Fuck," Sirius murmured, mostly to himself, realizing. "Oh. Fuck."
James snorted. "Just don't kiss him until Christmas. Wormy and I have a betting pool going."
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valexarts · 14 hours
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REDRAW ✨🌙🐺
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This but wolfstar:
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@wolfstarmicrofic | 27-03: Expecto Patronum | 574 words
“Sir, I— would it be possible to demonstrate my patronus privately?” Sirius asks this years DADA teacher, tone lowered to not catch the attention of the other students as they revised for the mid term examination being held in the second period.
“All students must demonstrate their patronus in the same conditions, Mr. Black.” The professor states gruffly, a little too loud, Sirius looking up to see that they had at least caught the attention of a few students in the first row, as well as Remus, damn his wolf hearing, in the back. He flushes, beginning to stutter.
“But— it… Sir, you must know that a patronus can be quite revealing…”
The professor just stares blankly back at him. “And what kind of life threatening secrets does a 17 year old have, pray tell?”
Sirius frowns, biting back the correction that he’s 18, thank you very much- lip isn’t going to help his case. Instead he just nods at the teacher, and returns to his seat.
He crosses his arms on the table and lays his head down on them, feeling a bit defeated. It had taken him forever to get it, and when he finally did… He huffs, felling sorry for himself, because now he’s going to have to throw the practical exam.
Remus slides into James’ vacant seat- he’s off talking to Lily, or bugging her, more likely.
“You okay?” Remus asks, ever the gentle, caring giant. Sirius can’t bring himself to look at him, he just grunts.
“Have you still not been able to get it? Is that why you…” Remus tries, and Sirius sighs heavily, turning his head to face Remus but not lifting it from his arms. He meets warm eyes and he could just lie, and say he hadn’t gotten it.
Remus’ patronus was a wolf. Not the kind of wolf that he was, but a wolf all the same. Strong, powerful.
But Sirius’ was Moony. Anyone who had been paying attention in their previous years classes would know that it wasn’t an ordinary wolf.
And it’s unlikely Remus would take it for what it was- that Sirius was entirely devoted to him, mind, body, soul and curse— likely seeing it as Sirius not taking the danger being close to Moony every full moon seriously.
“I— I can cast a patronus.” Sirius says quietly, turning his face back down into his hands. He can’t do this.
“Okay…” Remus says, not pushing.
When it comes to Sirius’ turn, he barely casts a whisp. His second try, a poor excuse for a shield.
He can’t risk it.
Later in the dorms, James corners him and asks what happened, because he was the person that Sirius went to when he finally got it, insisting they celebrate. He hadn’t shown him though, and now, James demands to see it, because Sirius won’t even go to dumbledore to explain the situation.
With a heavy sigh, Sirius draws on his chosen memory, and casts, “Expecto Patronum,” a fully corporal patronus of Moony erupting from his wand.
“Oh.” James says,
“Yeah.” Sirius echoes, watching Moony prance around the room.
“So you like. Properly fancy him huh.” James says, and Sirius groans, throwing himself back onto his bed.
“What am I going to do!”
“You could just tell him.” Remus answers from the door he hadn’t even realised was ajar, Sirius bolting up at the sound of his voice with wide eyes. “He might just tell you he likes you too.”
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