#the marauders

[moonstruckme]

congrats on 7k!! I humbly request ⁶⁾ scraped knees with remus and shy!reader. I loooove a good hurt/comfort fic!!

Same here babe!

cw: mention of blood

Remus Lupin x shy!reader ♡ 503 words

Remus’ eyes catch on your knees the second he opens the door. In fairness, red is the most eye-catching color. 

“Sweetheart.” He feels like the air has been knocked out of him. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, though your voice is small and you’re chewing your lips so badly Remus worries they might bleed soon too. 

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding. Come here, come inside.” He ushers you in almost against your will. The way your expression twinges when you walk on your poor battered legs doesn’t escape his notice, but you go where he tells you. 

“I’m sorry, I only meant to bring you back your book.” You fish in your bag, holding it up for him to see. “I just, a biker startled me when I was crossing the street, and I fell…” 

“Oh, dovey,” Remus coos. You look embarrassed. He accepts the book, setting it down on the table before taking you gently by the elbow to lead you down the hall. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry that git ran into you.” 

Your shoulders come up. “It wasn’t really his fault…”

Remus guarantees it was. Even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t care. “Sit here, darling.” He pats the counter by the sink. 

He can tell the pet names are flustering you, but it’s almost like Remus can’t help himself. He just feels for you so terribly, it‘a as though all his affection is rising to the surface and he has no control over where it chooses to pour out. Your fault for coming here all sad and injured. You’ve done him in. 

“I don’t mean to keep you,” you say, voice getting smaller as he pulls supplies and bandages from a drawer. 

“You’re not. You’re never keeping me, I’m always happy to see you. Well,” he amends, “in the future, I’d prefer to see you whole and unharmed, but even so I’ll take what I can get.” He smiles up at you as he crouches in front of your knees. When you return it tentatively, it warms his whole chest. 

He’s gentle as he cleans you up, staying as far from the mess of your knees as he can for the time being and instead taking care of the blood trailing down your shins. You watch him silently, that poor lip of yours still trapped between your teeth. Remus decides that he has to pick his battles. 

“Sorry, this might sting.” You tense despite his warning, taking a quiet breath in through your nose. Remus has the urge to kiss you all over. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry,” you giggle wetly. You look terribly shy, your shoulders nearly up to your ears. “I don’t know why I got so surprised.” 

“You’re pretty torn open,” he says. “I’m sure it hurts.” 

“It’s not so bad.” 

Remus tsks, indulging himself in a kiss to the unhurt skin beside your knee. “Poor love,” he murmurs to himself. 

You hide your face in your hands.

[my-castles-crumbling]

DADA class - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 200

The door flew open with a bang! causing Remus and Sirius to pull apart. The light of a wand seared their eyes, which were used to the dark, and both of their cheeks burned red as they quickly tried to look like they weren't in such a compromising position- Remus's shirt rucked up under his arms and Sirius's hands still plastered on his bare chest. Their kiss-bitten lips and the blooming bruise on Sirius's neck certainly weren't doing them any favors, either.

"Boys," Professor McGonagall greeted them mildly, blinking at their obvious discomfort. "Care to share the reason you're in this broom closet at one in the morning on a school night?"

Remus cleared his throat, evidently too embarrassed to speak, but Sirius was much better at talking himself out of difficult situations.

"Just some late-night studying, Professor," he grinned, pulling his hand from Remus's body and straightening his own clothes.

"Studying," McGonagall repeated dubiously, looking like she couldn't decide whether to yell or laugh. "For?" Apparently, her curiosity won out.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor," Sirius smirked. "I was familiarizing myself with werewolf anatomy."

Between McGonagall's face and Remus's choked-off laugh, the detention was well worth it.

[jamessluttythighs]

feign - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 348  - 14 September

“Don’t feign innocence, you prat, I know you took it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?!” James whispered, looking slightly panicked. He had been sitting across from Regulus in the library, pretending to study. He couldn’t let the younger boy know that he had been pining over him for the past two months. How could he? Regulus was his best friends’ little brother for crying out loud.

But sitting in the library, next to the massive window, late afternoon sun bathing black curls in golden light. The look of concentration plastered on his face. The slight stain of ink on his fingertips. The little fist pump and smile that only he could see when he remembered a fact correctly. James was enamoured.

Now as Regulus pulled him up out of his chair, his steel-grey eyes scoured the older boy. James felt only slightly less enamoured and maybe a hint of a fire starting in his stomach. “I know you took it, Potter,” Regulus accused.

“I promise I have no idea what you’re talking about. Swear.”

“My journal! That’s probably why you’ve been hanging around. Sirius put you up to it, didn’t he?”

Regulus’ hands started patting James down. Fingers exploring his muscular abdomen, trailing down to his thighs to feel his pockets. 

“Reg,” James said breathily, almost letting a soft moan escape his lips.

Regulus faltered, looking James in the face. His eyes darted toward the brown-skinned boy’s lips. It was only a second but James noticed it. James' gaze darkened, the want that had been building up over the months spilled to the surface.

Regulus cleared his throat violently. Blinking, he backed away as though burnt. 

“James,” he shook his head, “Potter, stay out of my stuff!” He didn’t bother to pack his bag, just grabbed what was on the desk and exited the library.

Stumbling into the nearest classroom, slamming the door, Regulus pulled his journal out of his pocket. “You have got to find a better method of getting Potter’s attention,” he said to himself. Pulling out a pen to recount what just happened.

[marauding-almond]

being in the marauders fandom means constantly seeing the most angsty, horrible, sad shit and just being like 'um no. no, i don't want this' and then slamming the reblog button

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius black is such an “excellent fun till you get to know her” girly.

[wastingawayinmyroom]

the marauders:

desi james potter

welsh remus lupin

french sirius black

high af peter pettigrew

[andromilos]

[dorlilymylovesss]

ac: @| likeafunerall

[marauders-brain-rot]

If you say rosekiller 3 times in the bathroom mirror with only a single candle lit in the far corner Barty and Evan will pop up behind you like some kind of gay Bloody Mary

[peachrtistic]

litte animation 😇 (watch with sound)

silly silly james, what have you gotten yourself into...

[moonstruckme]

happy 7k angel and happy belated birthday✨️ may I please request apple pie & prompt number 1 with my beloved doctor!remus💌 love you lots

Thank you lovely!

¹⁾ cartoon-patterned plasters 

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 328 words

You were trying to do a nice thing by bringing Remus brownies at his work, but as soon as he saw the burn on your wrist he’d dragged you into an exam room. 

“You should have taken care of it as soon as it happened,” he mutters, smoothing ointment onto the small, angry burn with a gentle finger. 

“It’s not a big deal,” you try to placate him. “It’s tiny, I get ones worse than that all the time.” 

“I know.” He gives you an admonishing look. It’s immediately undercut by more tenderness as he raises your hand to his lips, kissing the scars of burns past. “I love your baking, sweetheart, but sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the cost.” 

“You can’t say that when I’ve just brought you brownies.” 

“No, I really can’t.” Remus smiles. He tries to hide it, but you catch a peek as he turns to rummage through one of his drawers. “Do you want Strawberry Shortcake or Scooby Doo?” 

You peer over his shoulder. “Why are they all cartoons?” 

Remus chooses for you, unwrapping a Scooby Doo themed plaster. “When we have a surplus in the budget, we spring for the fun plasters. Sometimes it puts kids in a better mood to choose their own.” He lays the padded part carefully over your burn, wrapping the ends around your wrist and smoothing them down with gentle fingers. 

“Is that why you offered me an option?” you tease. “I need to be put in a better mood?” 

This time he lets you see his smile, kissing you sweetly. “No. You’re perfect. Is that too tight? It shouldn’t rub on it very much.” 

You shake your head. 

“Take good care of yourself,” he reminds you. “Don’t touch it if it blisters, and please,” he gives you a pained look, “be more careful around the oven.” 

“I’ll try.” You ply him with another kiss. “Thanks for taking such good care of me.” 

“I do try.” 

[my-castles-crumbling]

piece - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 159 - TW: religious guilt, homophobia, internalized homophobia

Sighing, Barty sat with his head in his hands, watching as a woman he didn't know the name of left his room and his flat looking sated and happy.

Except he wasn't. Sated or happy.

He tried. Night after night, he took women home, excited about the prospect of finally finding someone who could make him feel good; make him feel something. But inevitably, they didn't. He didn't. And he always reached for his phone.

Barty: u up? Evan: yeah.

Tears in his eyes, Barty laid back, trying not to remember the words of his father; about sins and hell and right and wrong, his anxiety peaking until Evan let himself into his room, just coming from down the hall, and straddled him easily.

"Hey, Rosie," he mumbled, finally relaxing, laying back and inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend.

"Hey, baby," Evan murmured, hands tracing over his naked chest, slowly putting him back together piece by piece.

[angarchive]

super cool caption here

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: Right, I've left you all written instructions for when I'm away this time.

Pandora: Mine says 'no explosives'

Even: mine says 'no hexes'

Barty: mine just says 'no’

[daenysx]

can we have something like cuddling remus early in the morning for the sleepover?? it's my favorite thing to read, thank you 🩷🩷

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <33

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

september comes with soft chill in the mornings, you try to pull the blankets further on yourself to stay warm.

the clock hits 6.03 am, remus is still next to you. he breathes without making any noises, his hair falls on the pillow in gentle strands. he still smells like his aftershave and shower gel from last night. his eyelashes flutter in a tiny second, you put your head on his shoulder.

"morning." he whispers. his morning voice comes out raspy, makes you feel tingly in your belly. he turns to your side, his arm under your neck covering your shoulders as you get closer.

"good morning." you say. "it's still early."

remus kisses your forehead, mumbles something incoherent. he's still sleepy, so soft on his bare chest, and his long legs under blanket. he blinks his eyes open, buries his face in your hair.

"slept well, dove?"

"mm-hmm." you kiss his neck briefly. "let's sleep a bit more."

"as you wish." remus agrees, as if he isn't desperate to stay in bed with you longer.

you drag your hand to his hair, fixing the parts that fall on his forehead. his eyes are heavy but he still watches you, your fingers on his hair making him go lax, maybe a bit more than he wants to be. you play with him until your hand gets tired.

remus stretches his tight muscles, his legs get tangled in yours once again. he kisses your bare shoulder, his mouth feels warm on you. he takes in your sleepy scent, your muffled noises vibrate on his neck. he cups the back of your hand to keep you close.

it's so silent. you can hear his every breath, every heartbeat. smiling against his chest, you get comfier on the sheets. remus kisses anywhere he can find, covering your skin with his soft lips. you don't know when you closed your eyes but you find yourself dreaming once again as his lips curl upwards on your collarbone.

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[outromoony]

Remus to Sirius after the prank