#maradeurs

[ksu-shusha]

All the young dudes

this moment sunk into my soul the first time I read ATYD, and finally I drew it

I'm not crying, it's just the rain...

[burdenof-dutyandwinter]

I want Sirius to act just a little like Regulus. Maybe when he's angry, maybe when he's sad, maybe without realizing it.

It wasn’t often, and it never lasted long, but in those rare moments, Sirius would catch himself. There was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes, something that looked a little too much like his brother: the cold detachment, the sharpness, the intensity.

His temper, usually so...all over the place, would shift into something more controlled, more dangerous. The words that escaped his lips were precise, cutting, each one like a dagger thrown with perfect aim. His gaze would become distant, as if he'd removed himself from the situation, leaving behind only the sharpness of his anger.

It was a fleeting transformation, gone as quickly as it had appeared. But in those moments, there was no denying the resemblance to Regulus: the same coldness, the same distance from the emotions that were otherwise so clear and easy to grasp to Sirius.

It scared him because it meant becoming more like his parents, his family, too.

I want Regulus to act a bit like Sirius. Maybe when he's happy, maybe when he's warm, maybe when he's feeling rebellious.

There were moments when his control slipped, when the weight of the expectations, the family, the life he had been raised into, became too much to bear. In those rare instances, he would find himself doing things that felt utterly unlike him: making jokes with a rare humor, speaking with a passion that startled him too, or expressing emotion without the usual mask of disdain.

Sirius had always been a symbol of everything Regulus had distanced himself from—wild, unrestrained, free. But in those moments, when Regulus acted like him, he could understand why Sirius chose the life he did.

Because, in those fleeting moments, he didn’t just act like Sirius—he felt like him. And the possibility of that scared him, more than anything else.

The Black brothers were just that after all, brothers, raised the same, but such opposites they were, followed completely different paths, they did. That always so interesting, isn't it? Because they both ended up in the same place.

Death is an interesting creature indeed.

!! dont expect all good things about reg from me. I am not a Regulus fan, and only enjoy his canon character. Greatly dislike fanon Regulus. Also, I no longer post about Marauders !!

[moonyviiew]

💔💔 everything works out nice in the end

[futurecorps3]

Hii, could you maybe write Remus with a big titty gf? I’m obsessed with the James one btw, I love the way you write the boys!! <3

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!

See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3 (Sirius’ is up!!!)

oh my baby boy <3 I LOVE THIS OFC!! Now I gotta do a Sirius one too hehe. Tysm nonnie! Hope u like it

-We know Moony’s partner would have one of his sweaters at all times, right?

-He loves when you wear his clothes and how your tits look in them BUT

-HE ABSOLUTELY ADOOOORES HOLDING THEM WHEN YOURE WEARING HIS SWEATERS

-“For comfort, love. Helps m’sleep” he says as you’re about to take a nap in his dorm, voice deep and laced in tiredness “‘Course baby”.

-You think he’s just saying that but they do help him sleep, they’re warm and soft and :(

- While James is more of a buries his face in them, Remus just kind of

-Holds them gently, maybe even kneads them a bit

-He’s a smug, teasing bastard so he loves how you squirm when he moves his hands a bit too much<3

-“You alright there, luv?” while home smirks like PLEAAAAASE

-He’s not one to do stuff near the boys but

-He THRIVES when the boys stare at them but try to look away to be respectful!!!

-LIKE YES THOSE ARE HIS WHAT ABOUT IT

-Now if someone else is staring

-He gets so protective over you and so SO angry

-I think Remus has a very quiet anger, he very rarely blows up so he stares at them first (kind of like a Henry Winter stare iykyk)

-Then says something like “The fuck you staring at, mate?” but SO CALMLY ITS SCARY

-The other person usually gets so nervous they have no other option but to leave

-I feel like

-He loves seeing you in tight sweaters rather than clothes that purposely show your cleavage like crop tops

-If you like to wear those go ahead by all means, he enjoys the view! But yeah, he loves a good black turtleneck or knitted sweater that fits tightly to your pretty tits <333

-He likes when you sit on his lap, real close to him because your boobs push all the way up into his face

-Remus Lupin lays on your chest when he needs to relax

-What’s not to love about it? He can hear your heartbeat, read his books or hear you talk, maybe even doze off if he feels like it

-Lover boy is so very respectful ofc, if you don’t feel comfortable with any of those things he’ll understand

-But if you do, know he’ll always have time to take care of them or you, even when that means putting his assignments on hold for a while<3

[unhinged-as-hell]

Okay but a bit of a rant here. People have their spaces in a fandom I can accept that, but people on both sides go into the spaces they shouldn't be. I did this before too, I know that, but I learned something called fandom fucking etiquette, for which I have seen an ungodly amount of people(especially in the jily tag) not follow.

At this point, I've felt more hate from this fandom then anything fuckin fun anymore because if you don't ship a popular ship and follow particular headcanons for a character, you can't interact with 90% of this fandom. I have been called homophobic three times because I don't like Jegulus, and it makes me feel like shit.

I'd bet you 100 bucks that someone would call me racist if I said I didn't like the Desi James hc, or fatphobic because I don't like the plus sized Lily hc, despite the fact that I am both Desi and fat. Hell I don't like most of the 'diversity' hcs. Am I gonna be bitchy about it? No, because those hcs aren't the end of the world. I still interact with content with hcs that I don't personally hc. But some people do act like it's the end of the world, and apparently that's my fault.

Now I've noticed this fandom has "Take the characters back from JKR" mentality, hence the diverse hcs, and I will ask you this, you know that's not gonna work, right? You can't take the characters from the person who wrote them. They still belong to her, it doesn't matter if you change everything about them, they still belong to her. She's a bitch and I hate everything she stands for(i am everything she stands against), but it's not doing anything, I have trans and queer friends who recognize it's not doing anything, because they are still her characters, and you can't take them away from her.

Now I mention this because people(people like me) who don't ship ships or hc which are diverse get hate for it, even if we don't support jkr. But we're the same. We are reaching the same destination, which is nowhere. I've said it before, if the fandom ever starts dying down I wouldn't be surprised if she becomes more of a bitch to bring it back.

I genuinely don't feel safe in this fandom anymore and I've seen plenty of people that don't either.

[viccyzsasz]

🧥“Bad Advice, Good Trouble”

Humor | Fluff | Sirius Black x Reader | Gryffindor Common Room Mischief

summary: A TikTok trend sneaks its way into Hogwarts—well, sort of. You decide to test the waters by giving Sirius some questionable advice loud enough for him (and half the Gryffindor common room) to hear. But Sirius Black never lets a prank slide… especially when it involves you.

warnings: mild swearing, pranks, Sirius being dramatic, playful tension, mutual pining

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The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with noise—chess pieces shouting at each other, the fire popping in the hearth, and Sirius Black holding court on the couch like he owned the place. His legs were sprawled, a cocky grin stretched across his face as he told James and Remus about some “brilliant” plan to sneak into the kitchens again.

You, however, had something far better in mind.

Leaning close to your friend beside you, you made sure your voice was just loud enough to carry across the room.

“Honestly, if your boyfriend is being annoying, you should just—kick him in the shins. Hard. That’ll like.. fix it!?”

James choked on his butterbeer. Remus’s book lowered suspiciously. And Sirius? His head snapped toward you like you’d just suggested throwing his beloved leather jacket into the fire.

“What the bloody hell did you just say?” Sirius barked, sitting up straighter, grey eyes narrowing at you.

You feigned innocence, shrugging. “What? It’s good advice. Very effective.”

“Effective?” he repeated, scandalized. “You’re giving advice on assault, love. Actual assault.”

“Not assault,” you said sweetly, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. “Correction. Motivational correction.”

The common room erupted in laughter. Sirius’s jaw dropped as he pointed an accusatory finger at you. “You can’t just—say things like that! People might actually believe you.”

“Maybe they should.” You tilted your head, fighting a smirk. “Maybe you, for example.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” Sirius was already standing, marching across the room with exaggerated steps. He stopped right in front of you, towering, arms crossed. “You’re trying to prank me, aren’t you? Think I wouldn’t notice?”

You leaned back on the couch, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe I just think you deserve a good kick in the shin.”

“Try it,” Sirius dared, leaning in until your noses almost touched. “I’ll catch your foot before it lands.”

The common room collectively gasped. James muttered something about “Merlin, just snog already,” but you ignored it, matching Sirius’s grin with your own.

“Careful, Black,” you teased, your voice low. “I might take that as a challenge.”

His smirk softened, eyes glinting with something warmer than mischief. “With you, darling, everything’s a challenge.”

The laughter in the background faded as Sirius straightened, still smirking, but you caught the faint pink dusting his cheeks. You were about to call him out for it—until he ruffled your hair and sauntered back to the couch, leaving you flustered in front of everyone.

James shouted, “Sirius one, Y/N zero!” and the whole common room roared.

But Sirius, throwing you a wink over his shoulder, whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

“Don’t worry, love. Round two will be in private.”

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round two

[mikhardwheat]

I'm at this point in life when you consume media solely based on the amount of fics ao3 can offer.

[debbyswann]

Academic rivals

(short imagine/scenario between a Ravenclaw student and Regulus Black)

(rivalry to more???)

(word count: 1070)

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I sit down at my usual desk, students chatting all around me. I look around, observing my classmates as I wait for the lesson to start. A fellow Ravenclaw student sits next to me, and I gently greet them. We’re exchanging a few words, when I hear a group of other students approaching and I recognise his voice. As I slightly turn to the side, I glance at him while he talks to his friends. Perfect curls, charming voice, spotless uniform…Regulus Black. My eyes linger some more, taking in his appearance and demeanour. While I pretend to look somewhere else, I try to listen in and understand what he’s talking about. I can’t hear his words properly, but I’m sure he’s adding a few French words here in there. I almost roll my eyes; does he really need to do that? Now he’s even saying full sentences in French, leaving his friends half confused, half charmed. The girls are probably fawning over him at this point. I get he knows French; I get it. But there’s no need to use it so randomly. It’s not like he doesn’t know how to speak proper English, so he’s doing it on purpose. Yeah, of course he is. He wants to brag about it, the little show-off. God, I can’t stand him when he’s like this. The way he talks, the perfect nasal sounds, the air of superiority…he’s infuriating. I try to ignore the feeling in my stomach as I hear his soothing voice. I’m sure it’s just because he’s annoying, nothing more. Does he really think he’s the only one who knows a foreign language? I feel very tempted to contradict him. How would he react? Maybe he’d do him some good to be humbled for once...oh, and how tempting to see that arrogant smirk fade. I’m slightly nervous to do something like this, but it’s too late now, the words are begging to come out. I turn to my desk mate in order to avoid looking at him and I mutter:

“C’est un peu prétentieux de parler en français seulement pour démontrer que tu connais une langue étrangère.”

I don’t care if I also sound very arrogant right now, I want him to know that he’s not one step ahead of me. Not this time at least. My desk mate looks very confused, not understanding a single word and why I’m suddenly speaking in another language.

I notice Regulus stopped talking to his friends…he’s definitely heard. My voice was not very loud, but loud enough for him to hear, as he is not far away. I knew he would hear me, he’s always very receptive. The silence is almost deafening, and I know he’s looking at me. I can feel his emerald eyes boring into my skin. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of looking his way…or maybe I don’t want to admit that I wouldn’t be able to keep his gaze. I feign nonchalance, as if I haven’t spoken a single word, and I fix my books and pens on the desk. He’s still silent and with the corner of my eyes I try to steal a glance at him…is he surprised? Is he smirking? I’ll never know for sure because I keep looking straight ahead. Before he can properly react to my challenge, the professor comes in and he soon starts the lesson. I silently let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Later, as class comes to an end, students start leaving the classroom, walking to their next class. I want to be fast and disappear before he can confront me. At the same time, though, I hope he says something about what happened. I quickly pack my things and sneak out of the classroom. But as I’m taking the first steps to walk away, I hear a presence behind me. I know it’s him before he even opens his mouth; I recognise his perfume. “T’appris seulement cette phrase ou tu peux vraiment parler en français?”. I freeze on the spot, my shoulders tensing. I slowly turn to his voice, and I see him literally towering over me, his eyebrows slightly raised. I push away my nervousness and slightly tilt my head up as if to challenge him: “Tu penses être la seule personne qui parle français?”

“Bah, oui”

“Bah, non,” I retort.

He smirks at my reply and says: “Seriously though…How do you even know French?”. I know he’s implying he’s surprised that a poor girl like me knows French, so I narrow my eyes and reply: “How do you know French?”. He snorts and then says: “Ah, you know…it’s a family thing. The noble houses always have a certain education, but you wouldn’t know. My mum taught me some, along with private tutors. Oh, and I spent plenty of summers in France…it just comes natural to me. You can say I’m bilingual”. Everything he says exudes arrogance, but I know he’s just telling the truth. “How about you then?” he asks me, now sounding honestly curious. “Oh, you know…same as you.” I don’t know how I found the courage to joke, but I did. And to my surprise, his lips curl up and he snorts lightly, in an amused way. He then looks at me, expecting the real answer.

“Well… there was this French girl in my orphanage, and she taught me a couple of things. Growing up, I wanted to study foreign languages. Then I got my Hogwarts letter, and everything changed. But I still love foreign languages and study them when I have some free time. English aside, I know French, Italian and Spanish…” I see one of his eyebrows going up; he’s genuinely surprised…or impressed even; I like that. So, I add: “Four is not bad, but I’d like to at least learn one other foreign language. Five would be better."

He smirks mischievously and replies: “C’est un peu prétentieux, non ?”

He’s using my own words against me. I’m speechless at first, then I let out a small snort, shaking my head and poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue. For a few moments, we look at each other with a hint of a smile we’re both trying to suppress. He then straightens himself and says: “See you around, Farrow.” And he leaves, walking to the other direction and leaving me staring blankly at the empty corridor.