#marauders lore

[rweyes]

”the marauders dont even make sense it’s all made up by the fans” clearly you guys never shipped jack frost and elsa when you were 10

[maxdibert]

My headcanons for the Marauders fandom:

James Potter is white, and so is Mary McDonald.

Dorcas Meadowes was about 15 years older than the Marauders, and no, she wasn’t a lesbian.

Marlene McKinnon graduated about 6 years before them and was never part of their little group.

Sirius was obsessed with being around James and bullying Snape; Remus only cared if he could get something out of his lycanthropy.

Lily didn’t have any female friends, and after she started dating James, her only friends were her boyfriend’s friends.

Mary McDonald wasn’t even Lily’s friend because when people messed with her, Lily couldn’t have cared less.

No one ever met any “Pandora” because she didn’t go to the bloody school, period.

Peter was basically a cheerleader and nothing more.

The real friendship in that group was between Sirius and James.

Regulus Black was a little bastard and, needless to say, wouldn’t have touched James Potter with a damn stick.

Sirius Black wouldn’t have touched Remus Lupin sexually even with two sticks.

Remus is straighter than James.

Evan Rosier and Severus Snape got along quite well BECAUSE THEY WERE IN THE SAME FRIEND GROUP.

No future Death Eater ever hung out with Barty Crouch Jr because Barty Crouch Jr was too busy pretending to be the perfect son to hang out with Slytherins.

Barty Crouch Jr was a Ravenclaw, by the way.

He never, ever had anything going on with Evan Rosier. Ever. Out. Creep.

Severus Snape was a lower-class half-blood, not your average gold-drenched villain, thanks.

Any headcanon that contradicts mine is invalid because it stems from a lack of understanding of the narrative, the characters, their environment, and the lore — sorry not sorry.

[freenowrightnow]

during an actual conversation i had with my friend where i was explaining the marauders:

me: … and some people headcannon regulus as trans, which i adore

my friend: oh my gosh maybe that’s why jkr killed him off! because he’s trans and she hates trans people!

[tea-biscuits-books]

The Way I Loved You

regulus x reader x sirius

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summary : y/n just can’t seem to stop thinking about the other brother

word count: 758

but i miss screaming and crying and kissing in the rain and it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name

song : the way i loved you - taylor swift

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The sun filters in through the lace curtains of the Black manor’s drawing room, casting golden streaks across the teacups your mother insisted you use. You’re seated perfectly upright, your skirt smoothed over your knees, your hand resting in Regulus Black’s—delicate, presentable, poised. He smiles at you. Softly. Politely. The kind of smile that makes mothers nod approvingly and fathers say things like “finally, someone who’s respectable.”

And you smile back, just like you’ve been taught to

“I’m glad you came,” Regulus says, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Mother’s taken quite the liking to you.” You nod, murmuring,

“I’m glad.” Because everything is perfect. Regulus is perfect. He’s thoughtful, articulate, ambitious. He always brings you flowers—never roses, because he knows you find them cliché. He listens when you speak. He opens doors. He studies hard. He kisses your cheek goodnight, and never pushes for more. Your parents adore him. Your professors admire him. Your friends envy you. But it’s a quiet kind of love. Safe. Expected.

Not the kind that made your heart race at 2 a.m.

Not the kind that ever involved yelling or laughing until you couldn’t breathe.

Not the kind that left you breathless, furious, dizzy.

And you cursed him and his damn name because why was your brain addicted to his name and his memories, drinking them up like liqour.

Sirius Black.

It ended messily, as all things with Sirius did. Explosive, loud, unapologetic. You were fire and he was gasoline. You loved each other with the kind of passion that hurt. It wasn’t built to last, they all said. And maybe they were right. But God, did you feel alive. You remember the first time he kissed you—under the Astronomy Tower, just after a fight with James. His mouth was warm, fast, reckless. You remember how he used to pick fights just so he could make up with you. How he’d grin at you across the Gryffindor table, winking like you were some secret only he got to keep. Dark molten eyes smothered in lust, and he’d look at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Until you weren’t. You remember being furious with him, more times than you could count. But he’d always win you over. Always made you laugh when you didn’t want to. Always made your blood sing, even when he was making you cry.

And you remember the last fight.

How he slammed the door on his way out.

How you didn’t go after him.

How he didn’t come back.

Regulus walks you home that night, his hand in yours. The streets are quiet, snow dusting the edges of the cobblestone path. He kisses your forehead and tells you to owl him when you’re home safe. You nod. He smiles. You watch him disappear into the night like smoke.

And then you turn, your fingers curled into your coat sleeves, your heart beating far too calmly in your chest. It’s not supposed to be this easy.

Later, in your room, you open the drawer you told yourself you’d locked forever. Tucked beneath old letters and worn-out sweaters is a photograph. A moving one. Sirius is laughing—someone (probably James) had just thrown a snowball at him, and he’s mid-retaliation. You’re in the corner of the frame, caught off guard, smiling despite yourself.

He looks at you in the photo like you’re the only thing worth looking at. Your throat tightens.

Because you remember what it felt like to love him.

The chaos. The sparks. The ache. The screaming. The silence. The makeups.

The sweet blinding pleasure, intoxicating, crying his name.

The way he’d hold you like he didn’t know how to let go.

And here you are now—with Regulus. Sweet, calm Regulus. Vulnerable, soft and lonely Regulus, kind Regulus who does not deserve any of the betrayal your mind keeps slipping into. And all you can think about is how much you miss the madness. How you miss someone crashing into your world, not walking gently into it.

“I miss you,” you whisper to the photograph. “But I can’t love you like that anymore.” You don’t cry. You just stare.

Because loving Regulus is good.

But loving Sirius?

That was wild.

That was reckless.

That was real.

You throw the aged photograph to the side, immedietaly missing the worn yellowed paper within your fingers. And you just sit there, gazing upon the wall. You stand, going over to the bathroom. And you vomit.

Right next to the positive pregnancy test.

[afeelingsopeculiar23]

just started making a marauders slideshow for my friend to help her get into the fandom 😝 if anyone has any lore or widely agreed upon headcanons that would be helpful for someone new to the group please let me know!

[conequette]

marauders fans help me!!!!

i really loved the harry potter franchise when i was younger and ive lowk been missing it so i wanted to reread it but then i remembered how much i hate jk rowling and i didn't want to anymore. but ive been seeing some of the marauders fanart recently and i think id rly love it so WHAT DO I NEED TO DO? what are THE fanfics i need to know (im assuming it's mostly on ao3 but doesn't rly matter what site it's on), idk lore videos i need to watch, ANYTHING. id be sososososoosososooo grateful for any responses!!

ari out xxx

[souptastical]

[by: lupinscoffee]

currently crying my soul out👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[colouredbyd]

everyone talks about what it’s like being grant chapman, the boy who stayed, who loved gently, who was ready to be everything. but no one talks about being remus. no one talks about what it’s like to have perfection right in front of you, to be loved with everything they are, ready to give you everything you need and more. it’s easy to feel safe, wanted, with him. yet, your heart remains tethered to another, to the one who can’t offer the same steadiness, the one who burns, breaks, and doesn’t know how to stay. and no matter how hard you try to choose the love that’s right in front of you, you can’t help but keep searching for your sirius in every room you walk into :/