andrea

she/her | 23 | remus lupin you will always be famous

[loverboy-lover]

absolutely go crazy for the house tie switch trope. like the idea that it was common knowledge that if you wore a house tie from another house you are basically telling the world you and another person are absolutely getting down? fuck yeah give it to me now

[heartcooksbrain6]

sirius orion black,,,,,

i wonder whos hand that might be

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

i just know sirius was SUFFERING being an eldest child in a friend group with only children

[hopelessvalentines]

“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.”

[chimboliosis]

saw this and instantly thought WOLFSTAR, loser remus my beloved

ac: likeafunerall

[remvs-black]

first-year sirius always found excuses to talk to remus and one of his favorite ways was by offering—or more accurately, insisting—to carry remus' bag for him. “you look like a strong breeze could knock you over, remus,” sirius would say, his voice teasing but his eyes soft as he reached for the stack of books in remus' arms. remus, perpetually exhausted from the toll of the moon and too kind to refuse, would smile sweetly, a little bemused but secretly very touched by sirius' persistence. he didn’t realize it at the time, but this was eleven year old sirius' clumsy way of flirting with him and after sirius found out about remus' lycanthropy, the gesture became second nature—no longer a question, but a given. without a word, sirius would swoop in, slinging remus’ bag over his broad shoulders or tucking his books under his arm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and although remus was used to it by now, he still could never stop himself from blushing ♡

[outromoony]

I just think Sirius Black is good at everything, actually.

"He had bad grades, and Remus had to help him study" wrong. He was actually one of the best in his year without even trying, while others had to kill themselves studying. He was amazing at Quidditch, even without waking up at seven a.m. to practice like James. Just a few tries, and he got it.

"He didn’t care about school" wrong. He did, just not in the way people expected. He didn’t take notes or study like Remus, but he listened. He remembered things. He got into debates with professors—not just for fun, but because he deeply cared about the topics. Sometimes, his points were so sharp they had to pause and rethink their own arguments.

"He was terrible at cooking and almost burned the whole place down every time he tried" also wrong. He rarely did it because he was lazy, but when he did, he didn’t even need to glance at the recipe. Somehow, whatever he made always turned out incredible.

"He was all talk and no skill in dueling" wrong again. He was fast, instinctive, reckless, yes, but brilliant. He didn’t just memorize spells... he understood them, twisted them, made them work for him in ways they weren’t supposed to. Always calculated.

And people always thought he never took anything seriously, but that’s the most wrong of all. He was talented, yes, but he also observed, learned fast, adapted. He didn’t practice like James, but he watched, took in details, and adjusted. He made up for what he didn’t know and made things look easy because he refused to let anyone see how much he cared. About winning. About proving himself. About making sure no one ever saw the cracks.

[my-castles-crumbling]

fate - february 16 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 320

“No fucking way,” Regulus murmured, staring at the schedule for Prefects’ Rounds. He felt his heart begin to beat faster, his breath start to come in little gasps. He wasn’t excited about this at all. Nope, he was…he was mad. The way his face was warming into a blush and his chest was filling with a bubbling feeling? It was because he was annoyed. Because he was scheduled to have rounds with Potter for the fourth time this month. And that was bad.

The last time they’d had rounds together hadn’t been horrible, admittedly. Actually, it’d been…it’d been really nice. They’d ended up laughing together for most of the time, Potter telling ridiculously cheesy jokes that had Regulus clutching his stomach as tears rolled down his face while he desperately tried to keep up the facade that he thought the whole thing stupid. And when they’d said goodbye…well, for a moment, as they looked into each other’s eyes, Regulus had felt the horrifying urge to hug the older boy.

But then they’d just said goodnight and Regulus had stood there for several minutes, confused and a bit worked up.

So now as he looked at the schedule, he tried to remind himself that more time alone with Potter was bad.

Until a low voice behind him said softly, “Hmm…together again? Almost like it’s fate or something.”

And he turned around to look into the teasing grin of James Potter, who was smiling at him so brightly that Regulus had to make sure his knees didn’t give out.

“I don’t believe in fate,” he snapped, rolling his eyes and ignoring the way his heart tried to escape his chest.

But Potter just grinned bigger. “That’s okay, Reggie. I do. See you at seven on Wednesday.”

It was only after James sauntered away that Regulus realized that James, as Head Boy, made the damn rounds schedule, and had purposely put them together.

[thebibutterflyao3]

James Potter did NOT answer the door without his wand on Halloween 1981.

- In Ch 17 of Deathly Hallows, we see from Voldemort’s POV through the window of the cottage.

- James was playing with Harry on the sofa in the sitting room when Lily came in the room and collected him for bed. He left his wand on the sofa to follow her and Harry upstairs.

- Voldemort waited until they were out of the main room to blow open the door and rush inside.

- James sprinted down the hallway at the noise and was immediately attacked. One Killing Curse and he was struck down. Having his wand was unlikely to have helped him much. He didn’t even know that the Fidelius Charm had fallen.

- Voldemort KNEW that James didn’t have his wand. He saw him toss it on the sofa before leaving the room!

- James yelled a warning from the hallway to Lily rather than run for his wand, or his life.

He CHOSE to yell a warning to Lily in those last precious seconds.

[thebibutterflyao3]

AND ANOTHER THING!!

Lily didn’t have her wand on her either. She faced Voldemort without her wand, placed Harry in his crib, and shielded him with her body while she begged for mercy and offered herself instead.

They were not being careless! They felt safe. Their little family had been in hiding for around a YEAR. Tell me your guard wouldn’t have fallen a bit in that time.

[sage-black-or-remus-lupin]

Sirius-I love you too the moon and back-Black and Remus- I love you more than the brightest star shines-Lupin

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"he's fragile!" i scream, holding a forty year old man who's survived an abusive childhood, a war, being in solitary confinement for twelve years, a nauseating amount of guilt and self-hatred close to my chest, "he's just a baby!" i yell as they drag me away

[my-castles-crumbling]

minerva mcgonagall - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 425

Minerva McGonagall prided herself on knowing many things that she wasn’t supposed to. For example, she only took a few seconds to realize that Hannah King had cheated on her third year Transfiguration final. She only had to look for a moment before she knew that Barty Crouch and Evan Rosier were trying to sneak dungbombs back from Hogsmeade last weekend. She knew for a fact two Ravenclaw sixth years were always scheduled to do prefects’ rounds together because they were dating, and she also was very well aware that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were both pathetically pining after each other. In fact, she and Poppy had bets placed on who would share their feelings first, and when it would happen.

So it was rare that she was surprised. Especially like this.

She had been walking along a dark corridor late at night– past curfew, mind– when she’d heard the telltale sounds of two students in the throes of…er…passion. And, a bit grumpy, she chose to stop and bang on the door. “Let’s go!” she’d yelled firmly, rolling her eyes even as her own memories of doing exactly the same thing flooded through her brain. “It’s well past bedtime!”

But her annoyance and sentimentality had quickly disappeared when, a moment later, the door had opened to reveal two very red and embarrassed-looking boys that she would have recognized anywhere.

“Shit!” she gasped, forgetting her normally closed-off demeanor as she took in the full scene and the meaning behind it. “Potter? Black?”

Because there, in front of her, were James Potter and Regulus Black, both looking distinctly disheveled, ties askew, hair ruffled, lips red and kiss-bitten. Regulus had the good sense to look mortified but James broke into a cheeky grin.

“Professor!” he said in a chiding tone, “did you just swear?”

But Minerva was still so shocked she couldn’t even properly reprimand him. “I…” she blinked, considering. She stared at the unlikely pair again and thought about both boys’ circumstances, both at home and in the castle. Perhaps this was a secret that should stay a secret. “Go to bed. Now. Before I change my mind,” she ordered, trying to keep a stern face as James and Regulus both broke into disbelieving smiles.

“I-” James started to say, but Minerva was quite done with the entire thing.

“Now!” she repeated, voice louder.

Instantly, both boys ran off, leaving her to stand there, reeling. But she didn’t stay long. Soon, she was walking again with purpose towards the Hospital Wing. Poppy had to hear this.

[starsworth]

canon sirius this canon sirius that canon sirius knew a man who canonically cross-dressed (even if for convenience) & did not bully him, did not mistreat him, did not approach the subject with malice or negativity. canon sirius said, verbatim, "if you want to know what a man's like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." canon sirius asked remus for forgiveness for not believing in the best of him. canon sirius instantly, without hesitation, forgave remus for believing in the worst of him. canon sirius expressed sympathy for barty crouch jr in regards to his father's neglect and entertained the possibility that barty may have been "in the wrong place at the wrong time" when discussing his crime. canon sirius, when he thought he would be a free man, immediately offered his godson a home and a place with him, even without being aware of the neglect his godson faced, even before he had a home to offer, and he did so by prefacing that he would understand if his godson didn't want to, making it clear he would not try to force him. canon sirius could be cruel, and insensitive, and vengeful, and obstinate—but that's not all he was. canon sirius could also be compassionate and sympathetic and forgiving and accepting. canon sirius was complex, and it goes both ways, in the direction of his faults as well as his virtues. btw.

[tolovethemoony]

I'd rather take my whiskey neat (also I am reading tcopt)

[akindplace]

what i loved still lives in me. those I’ve loved still live in my memories. even when the memories fade, the love will always be there. I remember you. you’re still alive and still with me because meeting you changed me. I carry you in me, so if I’m still living, so are you.

[loverboy-lover]

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos, my mind turns your life into folklore, I can’t bear to dream about you anymore

Regulus Black listening to Gold Rush as he falls in love with James Potter, dreaming but never letting himself believe in it because everyone wants james, why would james chose regulus if he could have anyone… but maybe, just maybe… no

So inviting, I almost jump in.

[hopelessvalentines]

i would’ve left the entire world behind for you