the marauders*

sirius and remus retiring together

owning a little cottage somewhere in a small countryside town, away from prying eyes

remus volunteers at the local bookshop and encourages the little children to read books about magic. he even discovers a few young witches and wizards and smiles when they tell him about hogwarts

sirius stays home and restores old motorbikes, sells them on to make money so he can buy remus little gifts and keep affording his husband’s wolfsbane

remus loves gardening and grows strawberries. he spends his summers tending flowers and planting lilies under the apple trees at the back of their garden

harry and his family visit them twice a year and it’s amazing and exhausting and sirius gives the kids piggy backs, even with his arthritis. but both he and remus are glad to be tucked up in bed together at the end of it all

sometimes they even watch the stars together on their back porch, hands intertwined and blankets tucked around both their legs

the two of them are happy. happier than they ever thought they could be

james potter: shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, sharp collarbones, broad shoulders, never has his fucking tie on straight, shit-eating grin, orders for everyone at a restaurant, pointed elbows that rest jauntily on the table, winking, high-fiving, finger-gunning bastard, can never sit still, stops walking in the middle of the hallway to say something because he can’t do both at once, will drink the tea even if it’s stone cold, all his jumpers are fraying, owns a lot of white t-shirts that all have holes in them, has to keep moving, is always moving, because how else is he supposed to feel like he’s doing something

sirius black: blood pumping, sideswept smirk that stops the heart, chin-tilted-upwards-neck-bearing-column-of-throat-show-of-defiance-what-you-gonna-do-about-it stance, cracks his knuckles a lot, strong arms, resting facial expression that is forbidding and gutting all at once, smells like cigarette smoke, wears his tie around his forehead, twirls his wand around his fingers and it drives everyone insane, never has his charms book, finds himself at the top of the astronomy tower at 3am but doesn’t know how he got there

remus lupin: wakes up with blood in the mouth, glint in the eye that betrays his anger, will comprehensively tear you to shreds in an argument, constantly has a bar of chocolate between his lips, cuffed sleeves, reads for pleasure, owns a lot of threadbare, oversized sweaters, will drink the tea when it’s scalding hot just to feel something, nail biter, constantly picks at the hem of his clothing, bites his lip a lot, lies in the dark staring at the ceiling with an instrumental record on in the background on his bad days, he seems to be having a lot of those recently

peter pettigrew: watery eyes, anxious, sniffs a lot, laughs even when he didn’t hear the joke, three-quarter sleeves, frets with his hands, wringing them at the wrists, stress eats, is constantly stuck in the state of waking up from a nap and not knowing what time it is, the best at simple charms, likes being outside with his eyes to the overcast sky and his hands in the earth, can anticipate what james needs before he asks because he’s good at studying people, he’s good at sitting back and observing, maybe he should do something with that one day

Things that I NEED in my Life
  • Coffee
  • To Marry Cisco Ramon
  • A Card with an Unlimited balance to go Shopping
  • The Beast’s Library 
  • A week-long nap
  • Bucky Banes to be my Friend
  • Pablo to sing to me
  • A hug by Brock O’hurn
  • Junk Food
  • Carlos Valdes to be my Boyfriend
  • A Marauders Book
  • NEW SEASONS! (Stranger Things, OITNB, Prison Break, HTGAWM…)
  • Francisco Ramon
  • For Ed Sheeran to write the soundtrack of my life and become my bestie
  • To Travel the world so I can take as many Pictures as I Can
  • Someone to Give me Flowers (just because)
  • A REALLY, Stupidly, Good Music Session
  • A New Tattoo
  • CARLOS.DAVID.VALDES.TO.BE.THE.LOVE.OF.MY.LIFE.

that’s it… that is all I need… thank you for your attention

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 i LOVE your blog! Can i please request a 9 and 45 "will you be quiet" "make me" with Sirius please?

Prompt Request - Prompts List
9. “Will you be quiet?!”
45. “Make me.”

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The library was a supposedly quiet place where you could focus on your studies alone. At least it was until Sirius showed up, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“Oh there you are Y/n. ’Ve been looking all over for you,” he said, the mildest hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“And where exactly have you been looking?” You questioned, looking up from your note-taking and raising an eyebrow. “C'mon love, you know… just around…” He sighed as he looked at your unamused expression, “Fine, I used the map.” You nodded, “That sounds more like you.”

Sirius grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside you, looking over your shoulder at the book that laid open in front of you.

“Wow, this seems boring, love. Couldn’t you do something more productive with your time?” His voice was low in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You forced a blush away as you nudged him.

“Sirius I’m trying to study here. Could you please just either do the same or leave,” you said, dipping your quill into the ink pot.

”’S not very nice of you to say to me now is it?” He fake-pouted at you as you rolled your eyes, however you were still focused on the book in front of you.

Unsatisfied with the lack of attention, Sirius moved back to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses across the side and back, then across your shoulder. You could feel your heart beginning to race, but refused to give in to him.

“Love, please… Want you. Want you badly, right now,” Sirius’ hand crept across your thigh, squeezing it as he lightly bit your shoulder. You gulped, however moved away from him, turning to look into his dark brown eyes.

"Please stop doing that, I need to study,” you told him firmly. Sirius stood up and walked over to the nearest bookcase, pretending to inspect the books.

"I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t want me, Y/n. You should just give in and let me take you now,” he said casually, taking out a book, glancing at it and placing it back.

"Sirius Orion Black I swear to Merlin. We have exam season coming up, and I need to do well in it! Unlike you and James, I can’t just wing them and hope for the best. I actually need to study! Now please, for the love of all things good and pure, will you be quiet?!

Sirius smirked at you lazily, leaning against the bookcase with one leg slightly crossed over the other.

Make me.”

"Oh I will!” You jumped out of your seat and made your way towards him.

He had a cocky grin on his face as you grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down to kiss him.

Sirius’ hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he slowly turned you around to press you into the bookcase. His lips left a trail of hot kisses across your jaw as your hands reached for his belt.

"Knew you couldn’t resist me, love.”

Imagine studying for your finals with Remus. It would not just be the fact that he could explain difficult topics to you or that learning with a partner might be easier in general sometimes, but Remus would somehow always manage to calm you down.
When you’d get stressed or just worry too much in general, Remus would take the time to pull you away from your textbooks, sitting you down on one of the couches in the common room with a cup of tea and some chocolate.
He would tell you not worry, trying to help you relax a little.
”Look, Y/N, I know you are stressed but you need to know that there is no need for you to worry a bit. You made it this far and you are doing great. Wearing yourself down like that isn’t what you need right now. Your grades don’t tell anything about you and however your exams will turn out, I am incredibly proud of you”
And even if sometimes you’d do an all-nighter in the library, guess who would be right beside you.

–okay so remus dating that Prewett guy was fine. Him and remus were just friends so, logically Sirius should not be fuming when he notices Remus’ red cheeks as he enters the Great hall followed by Gideon.

-absolutely not fuming.

-Sirius was fine. Really.

-if he was aggressively shoving food in his mouth, coincidence. Nothing more. Nothing related to Remus making doe eyes at that redhead.

-honestly there was a time Sirius though Gideon was a decent guy

-all lies and slander

-”honestly mate, you should stop glaring at him. You’re the one who could not manage the guts to ask Moony out.”

-Sirius decided right then that glaring at james was a better idea.

-and really what does he mean?

-he never wanted to ask moony out! And he says so to James

-but he only rolls his eyes and shares a look with Peter, who shook his head in sympathy

-but that got sirius thinking

-after a whole week of analysing his feelings, huge amount of time spent staring at remus, Sirius has come to a conclusion. He likes moony. Likes likes Moony.

-but remus is dating that oaf who does not deserve him but remus is happy. Well he looks pleased pretty often though sirius noticed that he sometimes avoid the ravenclaw prefect

-two weeks later, remus declares very non-chalantly while revising his potions’ notes that he and Gideon are not together anymore

-he does not look at any of them while saying that

-though sirius finds his stomach jump

-james and peter were staring at him intently

-he does not do much

-at least he thinks he doesn’t do much

-howeever in reality, he is spending more and more time with the remus

-he finds that he kisses him more than the other marauders

-they tend to be even more physical than before

-then one day, while they’re cuddling, remus tenses suddenly

-sighing loudly, he moves so that he’s now sitting

-sirius imitates his position

-”okay how long will you take before you admit it?”

-sirius feels his face heating up. He feels he knows what this is about but really, really doesn’t want tp risk it

-”erm admit what” sirius croaks while staring determinedly at a spot on his bed

-he can feel remus’ exasperated expression even without seeing it

-he suddenly feels remus’ hands cupping his cheeks and his warm breath tickling him on the face

-”I am going to kiss you now. Is that fine by you?” the tawny-haired boy asks softly

-sirius feels too stunned to do more than nodding dumbly

-he feels indinitely grateful for that when soft lips meets his own

-he is sure he is smiling in the kiss and remus is doing just the sane

Stress like wax; melting away

A/N) hi guys! This is the written part of a request by an anon from the prompt list. This was fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it! As always, the texts were by @credence-needs-a-hug and @its-always-you–john-watson
And the writing was just by the first one listed.
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Remus rolled his head around his shoulders in a futile attempt to stop the ache. He sighed in agitation. He could barely keep his eyes open, they hurt so much. His back was glaring with pain, as were his knees. He limped down the street, his mind focused on home and home only.

When he came to the door of his and Sirius’ apartment, he pushed his forehead against the cool wood to relieve the heat and sweat that had accumulated there. Eyes closed, he numbly searched for the keyhole and pushed the door open before allowing himself to stumble inside.

When the door was closed behind him, he turned to the living room. Empty. Usually, Sirius would be waiting for him there to ask him about his day with wide, bright eyes and an excited expression. But there was no puppy dog in sight. The only sign of life was the gentle sounds of the bathtub from the back of the apartment. His mind flickered back to the text conversation he had shared with his boyfriend earlier before he wandered back to the source of the sound.

The bathroom was lit only with candles, flickering white and orange over purple wax, filling the room with the scent of lavender. Heat rolled out of the room from the tub, which was filled with water and rose petals, as well as thousands of bubbles and galaxy colors, from what Remus could only assume were bath bombs.

And leaning against the back of the tub with his eyes closed was Sirius. His arm as were resting on either side of the tub, back pressed against the wall, muscles relaxed under his wet, tan skin. His face was completely blank, and the only sign of life was the rise and fall of his chest.

Remus stood there for a minute, taking in the scene. “You gonna stand there and gawk or are you gonna join me?” Sirius spoke suddenly, startling Remus into awareness. He laughed softly. “This is perfect,” he said, beginning to pull off his jumper. “I know, right!” Sirius exclaimed, opening his eyes. The grey irises were shimmering with pride. “I’m pretty great.”

After stripping, Remus walked over to the bath, tentatively placing one foot in the water and immediately melting into the heat. He folded his long limbs into the confines of the tub, laying back against Sirius’ chest and letting out a hum of contentment.

That hum turned into a sigh of relaxation when Sirius’ hands began to run soothing circles into his shoulders and neck. Remus slumped his head forward to give Sirius more room. “Merlin,” he groaned as Sirius worked out a knot in his neck, “What on earth did I do to deserve you?”

Sirius laughed. “You didn’t eat people like all the other werewolf boys.” Remus chuckled gently, eyes drifting shut. “That’s it,” Sirius encouraged. “Relax for once in your life.”

And he did. He relaxed for the first time in months. He let his body slacken and become putty in the water and he let Sirius wash and dress him. And then he was under the covers, aches and pains and worries gone, drained like the water of the tub. And as Remus was pulled into sleep, and Sirius pressed his lips to his forehead, he felt something warm inside. A reminder that Sirius was the love of his life.