moony and the goonies

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[goblackhatwithme]

Marauders Preference - Disney Songs

A/N: Surprise! Marauders preference based on Disney songs! These are kind of short, but hopefully you still enjoy them!

James:

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSsx0PC5yrk) 

So this is love (humming) So this is love So this is what makes life divine I’m all aglow, (humming) And now I know The key to all heaven is mine

You hummed quietly to the radio as you stirred the pancake batter by hand. Sure, you could do it with magic but the motion was relaxing and on a peaceful Sunday morning, you weren’t in any rush. 

You were, however, trying your best to get the food done by the time James woke up. James loved pancakes, especially the ones with chocolate chips and lots of syrup. Unfortunately for him, being a professional quidditch player meant staying in shape. Therefore, his opportunities for consuming pancakes were limited. He only allowed pancakes after a victory. Fortunately for the both of you, he had led his team to a commanding win the night before. 

“Please tell me you’re making pancakes,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway. 

Turning, you saw a messy haired James walking toward you in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. 

“Of course I am. You won last night, didn’t you?” you joked. 

“I was on the pitch, wasn’t I?” he quipped back smugly. 

You huffed as you poured the batter onto the steaming skillet and focused your attention on the eggs cooking on the stove. 

James made his way over to you, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. 

“As much as I love your cooking, I love waking up to you more,” he murmured into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. 

“Mm, well, what’s stopping us from going back to bed after breakfast?” you asked back, eager to spend a quiet day at home with your fiancé. 

“I like the way your mind works,” he chuckled.

“I like you,” you responded, kissing his cheek as you gently shoved him away. “Now, get off, so I can finish cooking.”

He groaned quietly but did as instructed, stalking off to the other side of the kitchen.

You worked in quiet for a few minutes. James watched you intently, etching the way you moved into his mind. Every one of your features magnified in the soft morning light. 

He was pretty confident that he would never tire of this. Spending the rest of his life with you. He couldn’t understand the couples that complained about each other. The ones that seemed to only be together out of necessity or convenience. You and James’ version of love was nothing like that. It was unconditional. It was fights with quick and sincere apologies. It was falling asleep in uncomfortable positions just to be near each other. Late night laughs and comforts after rough days. It was heaven. And James had the key. You.  

Eventually, James grew restless and began to sway around the kitchen, his moves not even close to the rhythm of the music. His terrible dancing sending you into giggling fits as you moved the food to the table. 

“You are, without a doubt, the worst dancer I have ever seen,” you laughed. 

“And you get to call me yours! How lucky are you?” He shimmied his way over to you, hands taking yours and pulling you onto the ‘dance floor.’ 

“James!” 

“Come on, love, it’s my day off! Humor me,” he pleaded. 

“Oh, alright,” you conceded and allowed James to parade you around the room. 

After the song ended, James rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“I love you, too,” you assured. “Can we eat now, though?”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Course we can. Can never resist your food, can I?”

Remus:

There you see her Sitting there across the way She don’t got a lot to say But there’s something about her And you don’t know why But you’re dying to try You wanna kiss girl

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrRbB-qUJfY)

She’s quiet. But whip-smart. A humor that not everyone got. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. A mischievous glint that appeared when no one was looking. No one but Remus it seemed. And god, he liked her. More than he should. He knew she deserved better. Someone more stable. Safer. But he craved her. Craved her like chocolate.

Sitting across from her in the astrology tower, he watched her discretely. He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The way her lips curved upward slightly. The way her eyes were filled with wonder as she examined the nighttime sky. 

“You ever think about how small we are?” she asked suddenly, her eyes never leaving the stars. 

“Um,” Remus started, a bit unsure of how to answer. 

“I mean, like, we’re so insignificant. We don’t even know how big this world is. We’re just a concept. We’re grains of sand in an infinite desert,” she marveled. 

He shook his head as she continued to ramble. His smile was one of fondness. He loved the way her mind worked. The way she seemed to just ‘get it.’ She didn’t get caught up in unnecessary drama or worries. She just lived. And that was something Remus needed. Badly. 

 “Remus?” her melodic voice shook him out of his own thoughts. 

“Huh?” 

“Do you think there’s a reason we met? Like do you think we were brought together for a reason?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to scare her off. “I - I’d like to think so.”

She grinned, “Me too,” before turning back up to the sky. 

Remus wanted her. He wanted to kiss her. Softly. Passionately. Sloppily. He wanted to wake up to her in his arms, her hair splayed across the pillow like a hallow. He wanted to comfort her when she was upset. He wanted to tell her his fears. He wanted her to tell him he was okay just the way he was. He wanted everything about her.

“Y/N?” Remus mumbled. 

“Yes?”

“Can I -” he paused, completely terrified. 

“Can you what, Remus?”

He took a deep breath, “Can I kiss you?”

Even in the dim moonlight, Remus could see her cheeks redden, her mouth falling open slightly as she processed his request. 

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-,” Remus stuttered. 

“Yes,” she said boldly, cutting him off. “Yes, Remus, you can kiss me.”

He looked up at her in surprise. She had a soft smile playing at her lips and was looking at him expectantly. 

Leaning in, their lips met. The kiss was soft. Sweet. Everything it should be. 

When they pulled apart, she kissed his cheek in acknowledgment before asking, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?”

Sirius:

Who’d ya think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to ya Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya Girl ya can’t conceal it We know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl0DMTlwLw4)

“You two are so in love,” Marlene clapped her hands together. 

Sirius had just left your room, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder as he headed out. Your eyes meeting one last time as he looked over his shoulder before he passed through the doorframe. 

“We are not! We’re friends,” you asserted. 

“No,” Lily chimed in, “Sirius and I are friends. We don’t look at each other like that.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, dropping her magazine in favor of teasing you. “Told you!” 

“You two are unbelievable!” you sighed. Sure, Sirius was good looking and a good friend. And maybe, you two had been seeing each other secretly. BUT you were not in love with him. And he was NOT in love with you. 

You knew how Sirius was. He got around. He treated each girl with respect, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a well known ladies’ man. There was nothing about your relationship that hinted it was anything more than a fling. 

And that was why you couldn’t admit your feelings for him. Even to yourself. 

You huffed, “I’m going for a walk.”

Lily and Marlene shared a knowing look, but didn’t stop you. 

Making your way down the stairs, you saw the boys sitting on the couch. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” James greeted.

You waved but kept walking. 

“Where you headed?” Sirius asked.

“Going for a walk,” you mumbled, shocked at how quickly your feelings for him had resurfaced. Upset at yourself for getting so worked up over them. 

Sirius started to respond, but you swiftly exited through the portrait hole before he could finish.

Tears started to well, and you put your head down as you walked down the corridor, no destination in mind. 

“(Y/N)!” Sirius called, running after you. 

Shit. Blinking your eyes a few times, hoping the tears would stop, you paused. 

He slowed to a halt next to you, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing,” you answered, looking everywhere but his eyes. 

“(Y/N),” Sirius tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes. “Talk to me, love. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. 

“Please, sweetheart, say something,” his voice was on the verge of breaking, his eyes worried. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“For what?” he asked incredulously. 

“Getting attached. Falling for you.”

“I don’t understand?” 

“I know that we’re not serious. I know it was never going to be. But I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much. To know this is going to end. You’ll find someone else,” you admitted. 

Sirius was quiet as he processed your words. His face going unreadable for a moment before he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline. 

“Oh, (Y/N),” he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you shouted, pulling away from him.

“No!” he exclaimed. “I’m not laughing at you! I just - I should have told you earlier. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me,” he clarified.

“What?”

“I guess I sort of fell for you. More than expected.” He rubbed his neck nervously, glancing at the ground. 

“You- you did?”

“Yeah. I think I love you, actually,” he mumbled, his cheeks red. 

Standing on your toes, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I love you too.”

The two of you grinned dopily at each other before finally heading back to the common room, hand in hand. Before you’d even made it through the portrait hole, you were greeted by cheers. 

“Called it!” yelled Marlene as Lily high-fived her.

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Seven Things The Movies Forgot About Ron

[accioron]

Book Ron was an interesting, attractive and relatable character, and I feel that the movies really unfairly relegated him to the position of comic relief. The dynamics of the trio had to be simplified into hero + heroine + mascot, and that robbed us of a truly fascinating character. So here are a few things you should remember:

1. He really is poor and it matters. HP may have huge issues when it comes to representations of race and sexuality, but deserves a round of applause for having a character come from a low-income background, with the fact of their poverty not glossed over but made into a plot point. JKR is really consistent about this – about the things Ron eats and wears and buys and doesn’t buy, the way he reacts when Harry unwittingly flaunts his own wealth. Poorer kids who have to go without brand name clothes will see themselves in Ron, and richer kids will learn that poverty isn’t something you deserve. Kids who empathize with Ron because he can’t afford to replace a broken wand are less likely to grow up to be assholes who complain about the extravagant lifestyle of people on welfare.

2. He has knowledge about the world. Out of the trio, he is the only real insider in wizarding society. Hermione is the one who knows magical theory and basically everything that can be found in a library. But when it comes to wizarding society and all of its habits, rules and unspoken assumptions, he is the one who can fill the other two in. Throughout the course of the septology, he does almost as much exposition as Hermione.

3. He is actually quite intelligent. Despite what the movies would have you believe, he is not dumb. He is mediocre in most of his schoolwork, and lacks Hermione’s booksmarts, but he is an excellent chess player, meaning he possesses good strategic abilities. He is the one who keeps a calm head while throttled by Devil’s Snare, and he talks Hermione through saving both their lives. He has decent observational skills, after all he was to one to spot inconsistencies in Hermione’s third-year time table. Seeing his common sense and social insight as less valuable than Hermione’s academic knowledge betrays an inherently flawed definition of intelligence. (Especially since academic knowledge tends to be gendered as male, and social knowledge as female, think of Poirot and Miss Marple.)

4. He is loyal. He is the embodiment of loyalty. The movies erase some of the most poignant moments proving this, and hand some of them over to Hermione. But it is Ron who stands in front of Harry, daring Sirius Black to kill them both, despite his broken leg. It is Ron who repeatedly defies Malfoy and even Snape to protect Hermione from verbal abuse. When his mother believes tabloid lies about Hermione, he takes Hermione’s side. When his brother tells him to stop being friends with Harry because of the political risk, he is so furious at the suggestion that he tears up the letter. He is unthinkingly loyal to his friends, this is why it is such a big deal that he leaves in the seventh book – because it contradicts who he really is.

5. He is genuinely funny. In the movies we are more likely to laugh at Ron than laugh with him, and the jokes he makes tend to be somewhat juvenile. But in the books his sense of humour evolves with him and with the reader, leading to this dry, snarky, irreverent tone that is genuinely very enjoyable. Ron is fun to read, and he sounds like someone who would be lots of fun to be around. He jokes a lot, but it is rarely spiteful, and often meant to comfort or distract someone – a proof of emotional intelligence.

6. He is kind. I don’t really how to put this, other than the fact that if Ron was a girl, he would be immediately defined as a caretaker. He stays in Hogwarts over Christmas so that Harry doesn’t have to be alone. He often acts oblivious and selfish on the surface, but ultimately he really obviously pays attention to the wellbeing of his friends. From his words and actions and body-language we can piece together the sort of person who can make life suck less just by showing up, who is always there for his friends even if he cannot do anything specific to help.

7. He has a huge inferiority complex. The movies hardly touch on it but in the books it is his main character arc. He feels inferior to his brothers’ achievements, to Harry’s chosen status, to Hermione’s intelligence. It is explicitly stated in book four that he doesn’t understand how can someone not want to be chosen. The books are far more clear in implying that he gets together with Lavander because he’s insecure about romance. The Horcrux doesn’t get to him through his love for Hermione like it does in the movie, it gets to him through the nagging suspicion that he has never been good enough for anything or anyone ever, including Hermione. And the movie laughed off the scene after the destruction of the Horcrux, when Harry finally gets how much Ron suffered of this fear of being second best and Ron gets that Harry never chose to be chosen. But fear of being inadequate is the primary driving force of Ron throughout the septology, and the movie fails to see value in Ron just as Ron fails to see value in himself: his caring, his loyalty, his wealth of non-academic knowledge and his awesome sense of humour are not tangible achievements, and they are not something somebody notices about themselves.

 Movie Ron is the person book Ron is afraid of being in his lowest moments, an incompetent oaf who makes rude jokes and chews with his mouth open, somebody their friends only keep around out of pity and habit, somebody Hermione would have to settle for out of a lack of better options. But book Ron, for all his flaws, is a loyal, funny and warm person with many valuable practical skills.  Also: I can imagine Hermione regularly thanking her lucky stars for ending up with someone as amazing as him.

[stephenhawqueen]

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

[malfoycat-blog]

neville: *messes up his potion*

gordon ramsay: *holds neville between two slices of bread* what are you

neville: an idiot sandwich

[iamthepureblindraven-blog]

no no no!

Imagine that this is Gordon Ramsay a la Masterchef Junior

Neville: *messes up the potion, realizes it, starts crying quietly*

GR: What’s going on?

Neville: *explains how he messed up*

GR: Oh gosh okay…we can fix this, don’t cry, see, it’s fine now? Just be more careful when you’re adding the Newt’s eyes, all right? Drop them in gently. There we go. No more tears.

Neville: *giggles wetly, wiping eyes*

[mirab3lle]

Yes, he only screams when he’s dealing with people that claim to know what they’re doing and clearly dont, when he’s teaching he’s very kind and patient because they’re still learning.

[wickedbitchofthewestcoast]

He’d probably do the bread thing to Malfoy.

[therewerenorelevanturlsavailable]

nononononono. I get that Malfoy is a bit of a twat, but he’s still a kid. It’d be the teachers fucking up that he’d have trouble with.

Ramsay: All you had to do was treat it with a fucking Beozar! 

Slughorn: It was a stressfu-

Ramsay: How long have you been teaching potions?!

or

Ramsay: So you’re going to raise this boy SPECIFICALLY so he can die as part of your twisted little scheme? 

Dumbledore: It’s for the greater good, professor. 

Ramsay: The greater fucking good?! *holds two slices of bread either side of dumbledoor’s face* What are you? 

Dumbledore: Am I, per chance, an idiot sandwich? 

Ramsay: Yes, you fucking are. 

[marauders4evr]

Okay, now I can reblog it!

[theiguanaamarillaart]

@marauders4evr

[marauders4evr]

Fantastic!

[thebookishgurl]

@alrightanakin

[marisatomay]

I’m in love

[bellesbloggg-blog]

I MUST HAVE REBLOGGED A THOUSAND TIMESSSS

[cameoamalthea]

My favorite Gordon Ramsey moment is from the latest season of Master Chef Jr.

Gordon had run in to help a group of struggling kids with a team challenge and one of the older kids, a 12 year old boy, wasn’t passing attention while taking a pan out of the oven and not only spilled all the food but scalded Gordon.

It’s clear Gordon’s leg is in pain. He’s been badly burned without warning. But he doesn’t scream. He doesn’t yell, not even in pain, and he doesn’t go off on the child who is now frozen in fear. He calmly tells the child to set the pan down and to close the oven, safety first. Then tells him to go restart the food he was making, calm instructions.

My husband and I grew up in abusive homes where any mistake meant parents getting angry (my husband is terrified of spills or broken glasses because that meant beatings growing up, for me, anything going wrong, that could upset my mother, even if it wasn’t my fault meant screaming and emotional abuse).

I didn’t know someone could be so calm. That someone could not get angry, and put aside what they’re feeling (in this case a lot of physical pain) and not take it out on those around them, even when someone around them had messed up, because that person is a child.

Gordon Ramsey is a survivor of child abuse himself and as an adult, the most non-abusive person ever when it comes to kids.

[owleensnest-deactivated20220718]

im going to cry can gordon ramsey be my parent this sound so beautiful

[ohmytheon]

Please take a moment to picture Gordon Ramsay taking over Potions when Snape becomes the DADA professor (instead of Slughorn) and not only being horrified when he realizes how terrified the students are that he’ll verbally abuse them when they mess up in Potions class but when he overhears how Snape treats students. Like can you IMAGINE the level of RAGE and CONTEMPT that Ramsay would harbor towards Snape? The asshat wouldn’t have made it to the end of HBP. Ramsay would’ve hexed his ass to kingdom come.

[berkcastteam]

Rebloging ALL of this because Chef Ramsay is THE MAN!

-HC

[xtaticpearl-deactivated20180118]

Chef Ramsay would have become the kids’ favourite teacher and you can’t take that away from me.

[tullegf]

fun new thing reblog this and put in the tags what kind of student you’d be at hogwarts !!!

[sirius]

I can see a hella cute, fluffy fic featuring Remus using 25 and 44!

25. “You’re mine. I don’t share.” and 44. “Cuddle me.” 

I went overboard with this and had to finish it quickly. Christmas in July…right? I might turn this into a fic later on around Christmas. 

Prompt list | request

Christmas certainly was the best time of the year. Hogwarts basked in the festive glow that Christmas usually inspired; the hallways were infused with the scent of baked goods, decorations adorned classrooms and the great hall, from sparkling fairy lights to the grand Christmas tree that stood, flaunting an array of small, beautiful ornaments. You couldn’t think of a better place to spend Christmas at. Especially when you’d spend the day with the Marauders.

“Rise and shine, darling,” whispered a soft voice and your eyes flew open to find Remus hovering over you wearing a small, boyish smile, “Merry Christmas, love.”

You beamed up at Moony, admiring his elegant beauty and benevolent eyes. “Have you been watching me sleep this entire time?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, “Maybe not.”

You gave Remus a sleepy smile before Peter came into your peripherals and you focused your gaze on him. He wore a bright green sweater with a very creepy-looking-Santa emblazoned across it with the words ‘He sees you when you’re sleeping’ scribed across the top of it.

“Peter!” you giggled, “What possessed you into wearing that creepy sweater?”

“James and Sirius,” Wormtail replied, quite simply, “They made It especially for me…”

“Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas, bitches!” boomed a voice and before you could blink, Sirius Black burst through the door. He wore a bright red Christmas sweater which showed an upside-down snow man. Two golden bells hung just below the snow man’s long, orange nose, depicting a crude picture of a man’s…well…crotch area. Across the top of his sweater were the words ‘Jingle my Bells’ that he had charmed to flash in different colors. You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“I’ve been working on this baby all year…” Sirius retorted, proudly.

“It’s true,” Remus added, “he has.”

“Oh I believe you,” you shook your head, a broad grin still curving your lips, “Never ever decide to pursue a career in the fashion industry, Sirius.”

“Why, don’t you like it?” Sirius wanted to know in mock offense. “Can’t you handle my acute fashion sense?”

“No,” you laughed, “I don’t think the world is ready for it yet. It’s a good thing you’re pretty…”

You let out a laugh before you were joined by the third Marauder, James Potter, who pranced into your dorm looking ridiculous. He, too, had an ugly looking sweater, this time he wore Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, whose notorious nose was glowing red. James had animated Rudolf so that he could move and the reindeer was just as proud as his maker. He held his gigantic head high and batted his eyes at you, checking you out in a not-so-subtle way.

“Like my sweater?” James asked, clasping his hips and strutting toward you.

“Oh you have no idea.”

“There’s more,” James added, excitedly, “Look.” He spun around and, on the back, was the rest of Rudolf’s body. His fluffy tail wiggled excitedly while, just below, hung two very large Christmas ornaments, an exaggerated display of Rudolf’s…balls. “If you caress him, he gets all happy. Sirius, play with his balls!”

You choked on your laughter as James spun back to face you and Sirius obeyed James’s stupidly immature command. You watched Rudolf’s face contort with pleasure and that enticed more laughter, so much so you were convinced that you had cracked a rib.

“I don’t know whether you two are genius’ or idiots,” you remarked, “because I feel both amused and violated by the sight of your sweaters…”

“Wait until we show you Minnie’s” Sirius smirked, “She’ll love it…”

As a matter of fact, Minnie, better known as McGonagall, did not love the sweater however she couldn’t bring herself to dish out detentions on Christmas. Dumbledore, however, saw the humor of it and chided James and Sirius for not making him one.

After a say spent gallivanting in the snow, (in which Sirius tried several times to dangle mistletoe over you in a poor attempt to make you kiss him. Remus kept shooing him away) the five of you returned to the common room where you lounged in front of the fire. Sirius and James sat on the floor, immersed in a game of wizard chess while you watched from your seat on the long couch beside Remus. You rested your head on his shoulder as you refereed the game, Remus playing with your hair absentmindedly. Peter sat on the armchair, watching with a bowl of candies.

“James is making you his bitch, Sirius,” you observed, laughing lightly at Sirius’s expression.

“I know,” the Marauder grumbled. Rudolf beamed at you before sending you a wink.

“Oh and James, Rudolf keeps hitting on me,”

“Can you blame him?” James smirked. Remus suddenly wrapped a tight arm around you.

“Come on, Moony, please tell me you’re not jealous of my Christmas sweater…are you?”

“N-No,” Remus stammered.

Sirius and James shared an exasperated look before Jame’s knight trapped Sirius’ queen and, thus, ending the game. James cheered, jumping to his feet and parading around the common room, Rudolf and Peter joining in his celebrations. Sirius rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet.

“Losers. I’m going for some fire whiskey,” he announced loudly before leaving with a teasing James in tow.

You moved to get up but you felt Remus’s arms circle around your waist, pulling you back onto the seat. You laughed and snuggled into his embrace while he rested his cheek on your head.

“Cuddle me,” Remus demanded in a soft voice and you chortled before he wrapped his arms around you protectively, “You’re mine. I don’t share. Not even with weird, sweater Rudolf”

[unfortunatelysirius]

♡♡ BEING IN LOVE WITH SIRIUS ORION BLACK WOULD INCLUDE ♡♡

[1 of 3 — Dating the <G O O D> Marauders]

⁕ He wasn’t just the boy you loved. Oh, Merlin—he was so much more than that. ⁕ When you met, the first thing out of his mouth was, “You’re sodding gorgeous!” All you could do was blush, and James had sat in the background, body shaking with stifled laughter. ⁕ It became a tradition—him calling you beautiful. A day never went by without him calling out to you, proclaiming you the prettiest maiden in the land. While Lily thought it was immature and Marlene thought it was ridiculously idiotic, you thought it was sweet. ⁕ To him, you really were the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts. ⁕ He’d use any excuse just to touch you, whether it was throwing a tired arm over the back of your chair in class or sitting too close for comfort in the Great Hall. He’d even stretch out on the couch in the common-room just to make sure you were touching him when you decided to go there in the evenings. You couldn’t deny the simple pleasure of smiling at him anytime he did so. ⁕ When Sirius finally worked up the guts to ask you out, he made it into a big thing—a really big thing. He got all the Gryffindor table in on it, excluding you and your dorm-mates. There was a musical number and all sorts of cheesy pick-up lines being handed out left and right. When he finally asked your hand for a merry date at the Three Broomsticks and a leisurely ride throughout the Quidditch Pitch, you were too tongue-tied to respond. To seal the deal, you gave him a huge hug and a kiss to the cheek. ⁕ On your first date, Sirius wouldn’t stop holding your hands. He’d always fiddle around with your thumbs, constantly looking up at you for assurance that it was okay. ⁕ Fight me on this, but Sirius was an absolute slut for constant validation, okay? He always wanted your approval in anything and everything he did, so he even had to have your affirmative to kiss you goodbye or do something with his mates. ⁕ He knew the feeling of being neglected and thinking he was unwanted; he didn’t want the same for you. ⁕ After a while, you began to feel more comfortable with the rest of the Marauders, which ultimately led to you becoming a constant in the group. Like Sirius, you were an avid fan of pranks—though, you were a lot less forward or active when it came to partaking in them. You and Remus were more of the background characters and the evil masterminds, choosing to watch plans unravel instead of participate in them. ⁕ After three months of dating, Sirius finally broke and told you the truth on his mysterious outings every full moon. Though you were a bit irritated that he’d had to lie in order to slink past her radar, you quickly found yourself sympathizing with the boys, especially Remus. ⁕ You were the helping hand they called upon when Madam Pomfrey was too preoccupied or the Hospital Wing was made too public. You were training to be a Healer, which made it a lot easier on the Marauders—it was a lot more practical, too. ⁕ In those months following the big reveal, you and the Marauders grew closer than ever, and two other secrets were revealed—James’s invisibility cloak, and the Marauders Map. ⁕ You and Sirius were stuck together like pieces in a puzzle in your sixth year of Hogwarts. ⁕Your favorite places to have dates at were the kitchens, the Quidditch pitch, and the Room of Requirements. Any alone time you had was enough for you to share a few kisses and talk about the things that made you happy. ⁕ «I love you so much, Sirius.» «I love you more.» «I love you most.» «Impossible.» ⁕ When seventh year arrived, your relationship was still strong. ⁕ The two of you absolute adored each other; sometimes James and Remus would conspire theories on how you were both infected by a love potion. ⁕ On Christmas Day, Sirius’s gift to you was a promise ring, and till your dying breath, that ring would not leave your finger. ⁕ «I pledge myself to always be there for you.» «S-Sirius—» «Shhh.» ⁕ You were the first to congratulate Lily and James on becoming a couple, as you were also the first to know of Lily’s feelings for be bloke. ⁕ Three days after you graduated Hogwarts, Sirius finally proposed. He had a ring specially made to have roses on them, as well as the name “Black” carved into the middle. ⁕ You obviously said yes, and there was a party held at the Potter household to celebrate the engagement. ⁕ Everyone was absolutely ecstatic. No one could quit smiling. ⁕ A year later, you two were married, you sporting a very noticeable baby bump in your white gown. You invited several of your professors to the wedding. It was the first time you’d ever seen Professor McGonogall cry. ⁕ After hearing about Lily’s recent discovery of a baby and the immediate decision on who was to be appointed Godfather, you made Remus the Godfather of your newborn daughter, Elizabeth Black. ⁕ You three were a very happy family, full of love and laughter, until a day came where nothing was quite alright anymore. ⁕ At least your daughter would hold the legacy of your lives—the happiness, the bravery, the sacrifice—until her own last dying breath. Elizabeth Grace Black.

[moonysgoonies]

Second chance (Siris Black x reader)

Request: Your last imagine was great! I wanted to know if you could write an imagine set in the order of the phoenix were the reader is an auror and she was one the few people that believed sirius was innocent (most people thought it was because they dated in highschool) and when the kids go to the ministry instead sirius dying it’s bellatrix instead? And when sirius comes back that when he decides to marry her? (if possible with young sirius instead of gary oldman thank you!) A/N: ... *throws this out of the virtual grave and goes off to take a nap*

Sirius Black was many things: troublemaker, obnoxious, frustratingly immature, unwaveringly loyal to his friends, a cheater to his lovers. He was not a murderer.

Some could say you believed this because you dated him, dated him for a respectable amount of time (an uncharacteristic feat for Black). Granted you were kids, still in your sixth year at Hogwarts and emotionally floundering. And yet.. five months and three weeks were not a fling. And even now you looked back on the relationship with fondness, despite Sirius dumping you for a bustier Ravenclaw. 

They lasted three weeks, by the way, the average life span of a relationship with the infamous Sirius. 

...Some could say you were still a little bitter about it, not that you would give anyone the chance to...

But anyway, you mourned the lost potential for that relationship and moved on. You assumed that any connection you had to Sirius Black had been stuck in Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, life always seems to have other ideas than what we plan.

"Come now, you look like you've seen a murderer," Sirius teased with a low rasp in his voice as he took another long swig of his drink. 

His chair teetered dangerously as he leaned back with arrogant nonchalance. It was signature Black, though you couldn't stop noticing the plaguing shadows under his eyes.

You had heard The Order had a new safe house that would be used as the primary base, you barely registered the news until someone had mentioned to you that the clubhouse belonged to Sirius’ parents. When you had asked why we got to utilize the house now... 

Well, it took you less than 2 minutes to apparate a block away from 10 and 14 Grimmauld. It took you less than 13 minutes to decide to walk inside.

And now you were standing in front of Sirius Black in the same home he used to be desperate to run away...

You swallowed, surprised at how tight your throat was. Consciously you relaxed your muscles, forcing yourself to walk closer to the table. You refused to show hesitation as you spoke, "The only way you could kill a person is by cooking them dinner."

Sirius fell forward, slamming the front chair legs on the floor as he laughed good and loud. His whole expression seemed to color a shade more human. “Good ole, (Y/N).” He grinned, “You haven’t changed a bit.”

Suddenly his eyes flashed in wonderment at you. Your chest ached briefly. How much did the dementors take from him? His voice was confident, “Remember that party after I won the House Cup?” 

You scoffed instantly, “I believe it was Potter who made the winning shot.”

A distinct glimmer was in his eyes as he stretched his arms to rest his hands on the back of his head. “Only because I managed to get the path clear for him,” he reasoned. Classic arrogant, balloon-brained nut. Your smile grew wider.

“By trying to turn the beater bats into snakes?” You inquired, fondly remembering the faces of both Slytherin beaters. 

The cheering swarm was heading back to Gryffindor tower, you followed them up near the tail end when a distressed cry turned your head. The Slytherin beaters had just dropped two curling snakes and you knew just who was responsible for it... There were actual tears in your eyes as you laughed so hard, trying to walk up the hill when out of nowhere Sirius managed to sidle up next to you. Suddenly his voice was in your ear, “See? I paid attention in Transfiguration.” Your cheeks burned at the heat of his breath against your ear.

Before you, Sirius outright beamed. “Hey, at least I didn’t do it during the game, as you know.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit, your smile a bit confused. “Yes, because I watched the game,” You explained plainly.

Somehow he grinned even wider. Your eyebrows narrowed. 

“What?” You almost had to restrain your outcry.

“You don’t even like Quidditch games.” 

Your eyes widened in realization, his eyes closed in cool triumph.

“I-It was an important game!” 

“And yet you’ve gone to every game before that.”

Your cheeks flared. The arrogant buffoon was right again. Damn him. “Now you’re criticizing me for going to social events?” 

His smile was devious and crooked, “And I quote, 'There are more useful things to spend time on than chasing a ball on a broom.’” 

Oh. You did say that to Sirius, in your sixth year, which he surprisingly answered with a pause before laughing it off and pulling you in for a kiss. Well-

Sirius grinned wider. ...Screw him.

“I never said that,” You crossed your arms and shifted away from him slightly.

He stood up. You refused to watch him, instead opting to listen for the creak of the wooden chair being pushed back, the shifting of his clothes as he neared you. You prepared a pointed look and aimed it right at him.

He was closer than you anticipated and you shivered, entirely still as he stared deep into your eyes. Suddenly he exhaled, beaming, “It’s really good to see you.” He said it with a tenderness you didn’t know he had, a tenderness he probably didn’t have... couldn’t have before...

Your eyes softened, taking in all of him. It was like walking into a ghost story, and that didn’t just refer to the banshee screams from Sirius’ dear mother either... Seeing Sirius was quite literally unbelievable, but then again Sirius was usually unbelievable. 

“You-” You whacked Sirius again! “-are-” Whack! “-bloody unbelievable!”

“Ow! Geez, woman!” Sirius flinched as your fists bellowed against his arms, his chest. He ducked his head, crying out, “Not the hair!”

“Who would’ve taken care of Harry if something were to happen to you!!” You yelled. 

You were quite oblivious to the small auditorium of colleagues and Hogwarts students gathered to hear you chew out Sirius Black. The looming Veil stood just a few feet away from your argument, and it took just a perfectly timed glance at Sirius to notice that Bellatrix would’ve collided him through the gate had you not hit him with a jinx that knocked him out of death’s hands...or curtain or whatever.

Still! Seconds from death and he still had the cheek to annoy you!

“You would be an excellent godmother,” He offered weakly with an amused smile. Your eyebrow twitched from glaring so profusely. “I’m sorry,” He said, despite the smile tugging at his lips. 

“No, you’re not.” You spat at him, pacing a bit in one direction. “You’re reliving your glory days and frolicking in it while Harry has to worry about your soul being sucked through the Veil-What in the witch’s cauldron are you smiling about?!” 

Of all moments, Sirius finally kept his stupid, smiling trap shut. He gently walked towards you, his voice in a reasonable tone saying, “I really shouldn’t make Harry worry.” 

Your cheeks burned as you agreed, “Q-quite right. He needs a responsible role model to look up to.” As Black neared you found yourself leaning away, his presence overwhelming your flow of breathing, igniting every goose bump on your skin. You struggled to stop fidgeting and look him straight in that magnetic gaze. 

“I couldn’t agree more,” He said just above a whisper. “You know,” he began as he leaned his nose in so it barely brushed yours, “I really do think you’d be an excellent godmother.” 

As a school girl, you often daydreamed about the day when Sirius Black would want to settle down. You imagined it so differently than right now if that moment was happening-

And now Sirius was taking your hand and bringing the knuckles to his lips so softly you couldn’t speak even if you tried. 

You watched his Adam's apple as he gulped, surprised to hear his hesitating, “So, how about it?”

“How about what?” You echoed gently.

“Marrying me.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah,” he exhaled a laugh, bringing his forehead to yours. “It was only ever you, (Y/N).” 

You leaned back a touch as his nose grazed yours, causing you both to still. “Then,” you began, “why did you let me go?” 

“Because I’m a moron.” His hands ran up to your shoulders, squeezing them. “James knew how I felt, even if I was too much of an idiot to accept it. I-I thought I could convince myself it wasn’t-isn’t real. As you can see, I failed quite miserably.”

“Quite stupendously,” you agreed in a far off voice. You were focusing on the glow of an almost pale blue in his piercing gray eyes. 

“Someone is enjoying this too much.” He pressed his chest against yours and a smile curled on your lips as his grazed passed your cheek. 

“Yes.” You agreed, a light suddenly glowing within you. You pulled your head back and stared into his eyes. The question was already in his eyes. “Yes,” you answered me. “I’ll marry you.”

An excited cry left your throat as Sirius picked you up and spun you around. You laughed as he finally set you down. 

“You know what this means right?” He spoke with an almost wild ecstacy. 

“What?” You mused, your eyes closed and feeling him wrap his arms around your waist. 

“We get to invite that git Prescott Thompson who took you to the Yule Ball, that slimy-” Whack! 

“Sirius,” You grabbed his collar and forced him to your level. “Do not ruin your proposal or it won’t be your last.” 

Even as you threatened him, he didn’t even hesitate as a dopey grin spread across his features. “I love you.” 

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Zodiac Signs as Schools in the Harry Potter Universe

ㅡ Mahoutokoro (Taurus, Sagittarius, Pisces)

Other Schools: Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny

[ob-viouslypotter]

the boy + his moon // part two (young!remus x reader)

Title: the boy + his moon

Brief Summary: Time of the Marauders. You have always been intrigued by quiet Remus Lupin and his mysterious glances at the moon.

Words: 1,289

Warnings: N/A

People requesting to be tagged in this update ;) : @dangerscenario @remustalk  @tattoos-and-skinny-jeans @peculiarlittlemind 

If Remus Lupin were a cloud, he’d be the kind you couldn’t unpick. Happily floating or awaiting explosion in to rain, thunder and everything in between, you would never know. 

 And mystery was dangerous. Consuming, beautiful and yet so very dangerous. This is what you did know. But that was the thing about the mystery of Remus Lupin, you couldn’t just let go.

 His words sung you to sleep last night; ‘and you’re not any girl.’ And woke you with a jolt at dawn. You watched as light dripped from the tall slit in the stone until the rest of your dorm arose in tired murmurings.

 Even now, listening to Professor Dumbledore’s annual speech on the importance of “trying your best” in the upcoming exams, you drift towards the moon and the boy who likes to drink it. He isn’t the Great Hall. Neither are James and Sirius, only their timid friend Peter sits in the section where four smirking boys should be. Well, two smirking, one twitching and… 

 Dumbledore is interrupted when the doors creak open. You spot him almost immediately, padding quietly between the arrogant stride of Sirius Black and James Potter. You catch the latter wink at a girl with hair the colour of sunsets and her eye roll in response. 

 "Ah,“ says Professor Dumbledore, “Lovely of you to join us.” But he says it with little malice. Professor Slughorn, however, mutters angrily to a dilapidated old teacher on his left.

 "Remus, James and Sirius. Please,“ he gestures towards the empty spaces along the Gryffindor table, "sit down." 

 You watch as they take their places. You and half the school, apparently. A pretty girl with long blonde hair nudges you, "Which one would you have?" 

 And the characteristic blush frosts your cheeks. She giggles behind her hand.

 "I know it’s probably the unpopular choice but I think I’d choose Remus,” she whispers dreamily and you stiffen, “he’s so-" 

 "Mysterious,” you can’t help but supply, watching as Remus unfolds a piece of parchment from his pocket and places it on the table. He looks paler, almost translucent and his dark eyebrows sharpen with his change in pallor. His lips, pinker, provide a stark contrast to his almost shimmering complexion. And if you strain, you are sure there’s a red temper dusting around his eyes. 

 "Yes,“ the blonde girl sighs, "so mysterious.”

 You ponder over his change on your slow walk to transfiguration, careful to take the outside route to glimpse at the emerging flowers. There are several pink blinking ones and a few new patches of shrinking violets and you find yourself smiling at the purple shapes diminishing to a seed before sprouting full size again.

 And you don’t notice he’s standing beside you until there’s a slow intake of breath.

 Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

 Neither of you speak. Both just aware of two things; the flowers and a heavy silence punctuated by ragged breathing. Remus appears almost to be in pain and you turn slightly to look at him. Up close his complexion is so pale you can see the blood pushing through his veins. The skin around his eyes is stretched like a fragile piece of parchment and it’s true, there are delicate scratches of red trimming his waterline.

 You know you’re staring too long but suddenly even the blossoming flowers shrivel in comparison to the face of a boy etched in mystery. His bright lips part to allow air, a vein in his neck straining as if trying to burst.

 Merlin, he’s beautiful.  

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[marauder--harder]

Fate, Misunderstood- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 1)

A/N: Sorry this wasn’t up sooner. I don’t know if I really like it all that much, so I’m sorry for that too. Hope you enjoy, lovelies. 

Request from Anon: would you please write some remus x reader where sirius meets reader in one of his classes and starts talking to her because he knows remus has a crush on her and he wants to help them but remus thinks that the girl has a crush on sirius so its all a big misunderstanding

Remus didn’t believe in fate.

He thought it to be too cruel of a concept for people. If fate existed, that means that it was set for him to be cursed as a monster. It was set that there would be a war. It was set that life was harsh and filled with pain. No, Remus refused to believe in fate. Bad things happen to good people, and people make wrong choices. He had convinced himself of this at a very young age; and with the war approaching quickly, it was not difficult to support his claims.

Until he saw you.

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[frittteclerk]

lily evans going home after fifth year and the “mudblood” incident and chucking all her quills away, and showing back up at school in september with a load of pens - pens from the pot on her windowsill; pens she’d found lying around in the kitchen; pens she’d nicked from petunia - because something in her wanted to act as a constant reminder to snape that she was a mudblood. and in any case, she’d never quite managed to get used to quills.

[smaugmas]

#james being riduculously curious about these featherless quills #and finally swallowing his pride to ask her #what the hell they are #lily finding it amusing that he #the great james potter #has no idea what a muggle pen is #and james finally realising he doesn’t have to be a dick #to get her attention #sirius teasing him for it later but also secretly curious #about these pens #both of them going to remus #who is in muggle studies #to learn more about the muggle world

i just needed these tags on my blog

[madelinestarr]

#and later: the nightmare that is james potter with a click pen

[marauderss-mwpp]

Elective Classes (Marauders)

James: Photography; just imagine him getting technical to the point where his geek shows with the shutter speed and aperture and ISO and all that crap. Imagine him getting frustrated because he had the perfect shot and hurried to take the picture and hit the camera with his glasses (resulting in an unhinged temple and scratched display).

Sirius: Creative Writing; what if he was put in the class as a mistake but gave it a go and fell in love with reading short stories. Imagine him staying up trying to compose something and getting frustrated because it ‘just doesn’t sound right.’ Imagine his pride at recieving an A in the class.

Remus: Guitar; again, imagine him being uncertain about the class at first but then becoming really determined to learn all the chords and plucking techniques. Imagine him playing the Beatles and Pink Floyd in his free time but never letting anyone else listen because he’d feel like it would be too personal.

Peter: Religion; imagine me forcing him into it because he needs Jesus.

[solllaris]

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”

After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”

The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

[likeawildthing]

sirius black is 145 days older than james potter and don’t think for a moment that he didn’t hold that over his head

sirius, inspecting his facial hair: don’t worry, prongs. you’re bound to hit puberty soon, i’m sure of it. 

respect your elders, prongs: dumbledore, mcgonagall, your mother, me.

what’s that? i’ve got a watch from your parents before you? 144 more days, prongs. hang in there. 

age before beauty, prongs. no wait, i’ve got that, too. 

as the fairest, tallest, and oldest marauder present, you ought to listen to me.

to lily, when she turns 20: i can’t believe you’re married to a teenager.

how am i one-hundred and forty five days older than you, and i look so young? one of life’s mysteries, i suppose.

to a hungover james: when you’re older, you’ll be able to hold your liquor properly, young buck.

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When I saw the first part I thought this was going to be about in Azkaban thoughts about the age difference and James’ death. I’m glad I was wrong.

[likeawildthing]

no but a fun fact is that james potter died 5345 days before sirius black

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Happy International Women’s Day

[solllaris]

remus lupin / the soft material of an abundance of sweaters brushing against your skin, words from novels pouring out of your mouth before the crackling fire, your lips skimming along purple bruises, glasses perched on his nose with the scratching of a quill against parchment, cheeks painted a blush pink, & and the sound of a click as a Polaroid picture is being taken

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[wizardwritings]

Body Heat

Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something? Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title. Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.

Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.

“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”

She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”

You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”

“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”

Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”

“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”

“I do; he’s my brother.”

A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”

You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.

“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”

“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”

You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”

Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.

“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”

“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.

You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”

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