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★ She/her. Marauders. Wolfstar & starchaser. Tsc - Malec. ★

[starwolf-and-marauders]

Hello! How are you?

Here's some things about me: I'm Ioanna, I'm obsessed with the Shadowhunter chronicles, the marauders fandom and the six of crows duology. I love books, autumn and italian food

On ao3 my username is Starwolfandmarauders

Here are my works:

• Jegulus valentine's date<3 // 1/1 // 2993 words

• The long lost muse // 1/1 // 4140 words //

wolfstar

• The poet and the sun // 1/3 // 3063 words //

starchaser edit: i am going to finish it I've just lost my inspiration about this au oops

• The exit // 1/1 // 2840 words // black brothers // this is a fic for the @conangray-marauders-fest !!

[addamii]

Doing a rewatch because of The Circumstances and I just wanted to put them in outfits

More random pen sketches under the cut

Didn’t feel like fixing these up in digital but here they are

[phillipbrannigan]

Hi! <3

[clfixationstation]

catra and adora caressing each other's faces

[10 Catra -> Adora; 4 Adora -> Catra]

[thestargayzingetherian]

The sound of Catra purring happily in her sleep is what helps Adora finally be able to sleep properly at night after the war.

[queeny-v]

It’s been forever since I’ve done any digital art of these goobers!

[oliviajoytaylor]

[monorailpink]

i think they might be gay or something…

[starwolf-and-marauders]

I think you're into something...

[oliviajoytaylor]

Wanna make out?

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Remus: I remember saying "no we can't" to the bob the builder theme song and that's where the darkness within me began

[outromoonyy]

Sirius always tells Remus every single romantic song is "their song."

[diamondmeadow]

✂️ Show Your Snippets ✂️

tagged by lovely @lovelymasks

I was thinking what to post since a lot of my stuff rn is for fests that shouldn’t be out yet, but…

He’d be lying to everyone but most of all to himself if he said his whole body wasn’t screaming for it. Months and months since they did the deed for the very first time—during that unexpected desperate heat. 

“So, when will it happen?” Marlene threw herself onto the sofa after handing yet another frozen margarita to both Dorcas and Remus, immediately propping her feet onto the coffee table in front of her. 

Dorcas tuts with a sigh, nudging her side. “Marly, let go.” 

Remus sips on his new drink, silent. 

“We haven’t really talked about it,” he mumbles and at the periphery of his vision he can see Marlene’s pursed lips and Dorcas’ worried crease between her brows. 

“You gotta give it a rest. It’s not like they have promised anything. They are together. Together. I’m lucky to even be included.” His tone is defensive, and Remus hates it. 

Marlene huffs and when Remus looks at her, she is gnawing at the straw in her drink, jaw clenched. Dorcas is squeezing her hand. 

“I’m not your…” Remus starts but never finishes his sentence, not knowing what to say really. Your child. Your project. He just looks down at his drink now cradled in his lap. The damp surface of the icy glass is making his fingers all wet as he nervously strokes up and down with them over it. The history would suggest otherwise. 

“What?” she snaps at him, but more than anything else, when he looks up to protest, there’s love staring at him from her bright, blue eyes. Everything inside Remus softens all at once. There’s no need to be like this with his two best friends.

“We just worry about you, Remus,” Dorcas finally speaks up. Her voice is gentle, somehow persuasive, but there’s no need to convince him of their good intentions. Dorcas and Marlene have always been two people he knows he can count on,  people who look out for him no matter what. It’s them who he owes his encountering James and Sirius to after all. He owes his happiness to them. Had it not been for them pushing… 

Remus’ bites down at his lower lip harshly. “Look, I’m happy.” Despite how long it’s been true, the words feel foreign in his mouth. Clumsy. Like a hot potato, burning his soft palate. He’s hardly used to saying them aloud. Still, Remus goes on. “I truly am. It’s been…” His mind wanders to his two alphas, two people who surely care for him like no one else in the whole wide world. Even after all this time, this status quo feels very much new. But Remus doesn’t want to get used to it. After all those years in solitude it seems blasphemous to just accept that now he is a part of something. Something that’s bigger and more comfortable than anything he has ever known. 

And sure, there have been bumps in his unconventional relationship with Sirius and James, something to keep him on edge, Remus supposes. So he truly just can’t stop making an effort now that he seems to have it all. But the more Remus thinks about those, it only seems more natural way to be. There are problems in two-people arrangements, it’s no wonder the three of them bicker about things from time to time. And so, in spite of feeling awkward saying it aloud, Remus is willing to admit to being happiest he’s ever been and just because he hasn’t been formally claimed just yet, well that…that doesn’t change a thing.

“It’s been months, Remus. And you must admit this thing between the three of you is a little… extraordinary, unusual. Marly and I really like Sirius and James, but you’re still our priority, and we don’t want anyone taking advantage of you, you know?”

“They don’t!” Remus’ response comes out louder than he wishes for, but it’s a natural mechanism at play, just like he knows the two men would try to protect him, Remus can’t help reacting this strongly where their honour is concerned. Still, it’s not like him, so he sticks the straw of his drink between his lips and loudly slurps it all up, cheeks burning in shame. Or frustration. Marlene’s brow arches half-amused, half-knowing.

Remus leans forward to set his empty glass on the coffee table, propping his elbows on his knees, head hunched between his shoulders. One of his hands shoots up to his neck, to the spot where he knows his mating gland is, and he rubs the wetness from his fingers in. It’s cool, soothing. Remus closes his eyes momentarily and inhales quietly, shakily.

“They would never do anything to hurt me, you know? They are good to me, Marlene. And it doesn’t matter to me whether I get those bites or not.” 

Remus wishes it weren’t an utter lie. 

When Remus arrives home that night, new home that has very recently turned from his only to theirs, Sirius is already asleep, but James is sitting in the kitchen at a slightly battered, mid-century rectangular table with rounded edges that the three of them found at the flea market in Hackney a couple of months ago and that prompted their moving in together. The window behind him is open, letting in a soft breeze permeated with the beginning of summer. It brings all kinds of smells, flowers from a nearby park and rain that’s about to fall and mixes it with the familiar raspberry. It’s Remus’ favourite fruit now.

James looks up from the documents he’s been studying, pushing his glasses sliding down his nose up with his left ring finger. It’s always left ring finger. Remus expects that by now. They smile at each other, the corners of James’ eyes crinkling in the loveliest way. He lets himself fall against the backrest, tilting his face up when Remus comes closer and reaching for his waist to pull him into his side. 

“Hey, had a good night with the girls?” James asks quietly.

Remus nods, but before he has a chance to say anything James straightens up in his seat and taking Remus’ hand into his big one, he pulls him even closer and right between his legs, his knees falling apart to accommodate him. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

James is too bloody perceptive. Or maybe it’s just Remus’ scent. They know each other scents like the back of their hand by now and there’s no escaping, no getting away with the slightest bitterness in them. 

“Nothing,” Remus realises he sounds less than cogent.

James raises his brow, and Remus is immediately reminded of Marlene. “Talk to me.” Remus can only wish he were just like the two of them, with a propensity for talking through things rather than keeping them all in until they come out leaking through the cracks of his soul under the sheer pressure of their amount. 

“We just talked about different things that made me think,” eventually Remus decides to add to appease the man a little, it’s not like he wants to hide things from James, but this particular issue is hard to bring up. He rests the hand that isn’t captured by James’ onto his shoulder, then moves it up along his strong neck and into the dark mess of his hair. Remus brushes through. There’s more raspberry, and of course, spicy black pepper and vetiver swirling in the air. It’s a good, calming mix, always have been; Remus wishes he could make it into a draught he could just sip onto any time he feels upset. Remus’ mind settles at once. “But it’s really nothing.” He almost believes it as he keeps gazing into James’ eyes. 

This time James comments with nothing and instead moves to encircle his arms around Remus’ waist. “C’mere. He doesn’t need to tell Remus twice. After a bit of shuffling, Remus is sitting in his lap astride, James nuzzling his neck with his nose, then letting Remus reciprocate. “Shall we head to bed? Remus breathes in deeply and nods in agreement. James’ hands are running up and down his back. “Good.” And then, “I’ve got you.” 

“Is that okay?” Remus turns his head to the side, eyeing the documents on the table. “Am I not disturbing?”

“You’re definitely not. It’s past midnight. And it’s the agency stuff. I’d much rather be engaged in activities other than work on Saturday night.” James hands slide down to Remus’ bottom and squeeze which draws a merrier laughter out of Remus. 

“Yeah, y-yeah, I can see that.” This is all it takes for Remus to forget all about what he talked about with Dorcas and Marlene less than an hour ago. How can this not be enough? 

James looks up again and Remus takes the opportunity to cup his cheeks with both of his hands and pull him into a deep kiss. They both whimper a little as they separate for air. “Maybe we can wake the Sleeping Beauty up as well. That’s no way to spend the weekend either,” says James huskily and with the strong muscles straining a little, he gets up, Remus still in his arms, his legs wrapping around James’ waist immediately, and just like that he walks them both into their bedroom. 

Yes, how can this not be enough? 

Low pressure tagging @thistlecatfics @autistic-draco-malfoy @ohyou-pretty-things @tealeavesandtrash @marlenemckinn

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Sirius: Am I the only one that finds it weird that I can transfer data from my brain to someone else's by opening my mouth and pushing air with vibrations in their direction? James: James: How high are you? Sirius: 5'5"

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Marlene: What's it like being tall? Is it nice? Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Remus: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climp 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want Sirius: It was one time!

[kingofthemultiverse777]

Headcannon that Harry’s glasses aren’t prescription (because the Dursley’s couldn’t be bothered) and that his glasses are probably just the ones of some dead relative Vernon dug up from an old drawer, so that even with his glasses his vision is a bit blurry. After the battle of Hogwarts and everything, he decides to finally take himself to an eye doctor and get actual prescription glasses (he still chooses a pair of round frames because he’s just used to them) and is astonished by the level of detail in everything. He’s looking at everything. He grabs Ron’s face and is like, “Mate, you have so many freckles,” and Ron’s just like, “Yeah, duh?” And he goes back to Hogwarts for eighth year (he can actually read what’s on the board and comes to realize he doesn’t hate studying as much when he doesn’t have to hold the book two inches from his face) and all is going well until he spots Draco and just. stops. because Draco bloody Malfoy was not supposed to be that fucking pretty goddamnit. Shut up, Hermione, this is too a big deal Stop laughing Ron You don’t understand why is he so pretty this isn't right he’snotsupposedtobethatprettyMerlinstoplaughingRonthisisn’tfunny

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

No one:

Barty:

[meemoop]

Since y’all loved the sibling dynamic between Draco and Tonks, here you go!