OK, So I Read This Dead Poets Society Fic A While Ago. I Can't Remember The Name Of It For The Life Of

The thing being Remus' wolf actually being an omega, so he's blushing furiously every time the jokes are made, and he subconsciously sighs and nuzzles back when James is breathing him in. And Moony is always suggling up to Prongs during the moons.

Remus Lupin stress bakes so his house always have some kind of treats around (quite often more than one kind)

My obsession with top gear is still going strong and I'm like...

What if Jeremy Clarkson took one look at the height differences between him and Richard Hammond and was like this is comedy gold and hired him on the spot. Yes, he took into consideration everything else, but he couldn't stop thinking about the height difference between them and all the short jokes he was going to make.

Rosekiller that casually rest their hand on the others crotch. Like, they will be sitting together, and Evan will wrap an arm around Barty's waist and end with his hand cupping Barty's crotch. And Barty, in return, will snuggle in close, placing his hand on Evan’s crotch, without even meaning to (some of the time), it was just to keep his balance.

Evan, whenever they do this, will always cup Barty and Barty always without fail, will close his legs around Evans' hand so he can't leave.

Most of the time, it isn't even a sexual thing, it's their own form of casual intimacy.

Y'all, what happened to Emmeline Vance, or however her name is spelt, like did we just up and forget about her existence, like I swear she use to be in marauder fan fiction but she just up and dipped. 😭😭

Justice for Emmeline ✊️

Drift

Sirius burst into the Gryffindor dormitory after detention and nearly fainted.  

“Moony…” Sirius stammered, his voice cracking. “That’s…that’s mine.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Remus yawned. He was curled up on Sirius’s bed wearing a pair of red plaid pajama bottoms, gray wool socks and…

And Sirius’s quidditch jersey.

“But…” Sirius’s tongue felt heavy and his brain felt sluggish. He couldn’t make words. He could barely make coherent thoughts.

“Sorry, do you want me to take it off?” Remus asked, sitting up slowly and moving to pull the jersey over his head.

“No!” Sirius said, practically diving across the bed at him. He didn’t know what would be worse for his predicament, seeing Remus in his jersey or seeing Remus without his jersey.

“I just was so tired after my shower,” Remus said sleepily, snuggling back onto Sirius’s pillow. “I couldn’t find my pajama shirt, and your jersey was right on your bed, so I put it on. Then I laid down, and I think I fell asleep, and…I hope you don’t mind.”

Whether or not Sirius “minded” was not really the problem. The problem was how cute Remus looked with the oversized jersey slipping off his shoulder, his fingers just poking out of the too-long sleeves, and the name “BLACK” emblazoned across his back. The problem was how Sirius’s pillow would smell like Remus’s woodsy scent of tea and moss and parchment, and the drowsy rasp of his voice making little shots of electricity fire up Sirius’s spine.

Normally Remus was all sharp sarcasm, standoffish mischief, and dry jokes, but in the days before the full moon, he was constantly exhausted and could drift off to sleep anywhere. His friends joked that he could probably sleep through a dementor attack. The Marauders would often find him curled up asleep in ridiculous spots, like the curve of the stairway up to the dormitory or on a window ledge in Gryffindor tower with his face planted in a book, and Sirius and James would take turns scooping him up and depositing him onto his bed.

Sirius had diligently ignored the bubbling, fizzy feeling he got in his stomach whenever Remus nestled his head into Sirius’s shoulder when he carried him across the dorm or when Remus laughed at one of his jokes at the lunch table. Remus was his friend, a Marauder, and there was no way—no way at all—he’d think about Sirius in any other way.

But now Remus was all adorable in Sirius’s quidditch shirt, laying on his bed, and now he was—no, Merlin, this was terrible—he was motioning for Sirius to come over.

“Spoon me,” he demanded through a yawn.

This was another thing that happened to Remus before the full moon. His usual “don’t touch me, don’t look at me” demeanor melted into a need for constant cuddles. It was James who usually obliged, and Sirius knew it was partly because James was essentially a hug in human form and partly to spare Sirius the mortification of having to snuggle the boy he was trying not to be in love with.

But now, James was in a separate detention with Peter, and Remus was pulling Sirius by the wrist onto the bed, and Sirius had no choice but to kick off his shoes, slot his knees behind Remus’s, and let his arm be dragged across Remus’s waist. Remus sighed contentedly, and Sirius felt the sweet little sound vibrate through his chest, making his skin tingle.

“Can I just sleep here tonight?” Remus mumbled into the pillow. “You’re a better cuddler than James or Pete.”

“Sure, Moony, whatever you need,” Sirius whispered, kissing the back of his head before he even realized what he was doing.

“Tomorrow, too, then,” Remus hummed back.

Well, Sirius thought, it’s official. I am truly screwed.

Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt, "drift"

I just wanna know if I'm not the only Lesbian who does this. But when entering a fandom, do you ever just get insanely attached to a male character/s, and you get really confused about your sexuality but you know that irl you'd never be with a guy ever.

the beauty of remus john lupin

pale looking, delicate features, long face covered in freckles and scars, slightly crooked nose, astonishingly big, almond shaped, hazel eyes with flecks of gold, thick, long, curled eyelashes, chipped tooth, soft rosy lips, curled light brown hair, slutty waist, thin fragile wrists, long hurting scarred fingers, 6’4 feet tall, too skinny, ill looking, bandaged hands tightly gripping a cane, a warm gentle smile, a mellow voice that sounds just like a song, a scent of blood, honey, deep green forest, burning candles and old parchments, a lit cigarette always between his teeth, a warm jumper and haunting sad gaze.

Remus: Well, Peter's asexual, James won't be pulling anyone any time soon, and Sirius is too in love with me to do anything with anyone else.

(Remus says to Regulus, who is complaining about how Barty and Evan have started fucking and dont know what a silencing charm is).

I'm genuinely thinking about making a 10k, multific on moonwater, and their 10 children look alikes. Going through all the pregnancies. And potentially, time during the kids' time at hogwarts. Is it something people would want. (Honestly, I might do it either way)

i think one of the things i love about the marauders fandom is how important music is

whether it be david bowie, or queen, or t. rex, or whatever other bands/artists, they're all worth so much to us

i know a lot of people get into older music from the marauders and its so amazing to me (especially as someone who loves music with my entire heart and soul) that part of our community is entirely centered around that