Tracing His Freckles 😭

All The Young Dudes

“I’ve loved keeping your secret, Remus wanted to say, I’d keep a thousand more, for you.”

yes he’s a miserable gay werewolf wizard with scars all over his face but have you ever considered that he’s also my babygirl

this? pain? 𝘆𝗲𝘀

They watched these children, laughing and running through Hogwarts, grow up. They watched students they loved and nurtured and taught grow up to either be monster’s or die fighting the monsters. Generations of students lay before them, either death eaters or fighting against them. They watched little Tom Riddle, who they taught and love, turn into a horrible person. They watched little Harry Potter, always up to something, die in front of them. They watched little Remus Lupin, laughing and running around with his Marauders, die in front of them. They watched their little wizards and witches become bodies and casualties in a war that wasn’t theirs.

I love the possessive Regulus narrative

Regulus whispering mine mine mine as he kisses James

Regulus tracing his name on James' body

Regulus writing his initials on whatevet part of James is close enough.

Its not unusual to find James potters hands inked with the letters R.A.B

To real

My friend keeps asking me if I'm dating someone because I'm "constantly smiling at your phone" and i don't know how to break it to her that I'm reading about dead gay wizards

always my babygirl

regulus, to james, absentmindedly: hey babygirl

remus, confused: babygirl?

james: yeah, i’m his babygirl, remus. keep up

me filling the room with negative energy bc i don’t wanna be there:

45 years since the kiss that started it all. The kiss that made Sirius question it all.

and you ask why I'm crying today 🥰

anyways happy 61st birthday Remu

i finished the hunger games franchise two days ago, i’m traumatized and i kept having nightmares. i felt like this when it’s people i don’t even know you want me to read that about the marauders???? MY people?? my family???

you crimson rivers readers are stronger than me because you’ll never be catching me putting myself through that

NOT TODAY 😩

(minerva and sirius, not ship, (slight wolfstar), just had a test and i got a b on it so it’s ok, attempt at anGST)

no, but just imagine.

it was second or third of november, an ugly, cloudy day and minerva mcgonagall lost her boys. she lost james and lily, great people, with all of their life ahead of them, with a son. it was depressing really, such young people  

she received a letter in which is wrote that sirius was taken away to azkaban. she knows he’s innocent, there is no other way!

and she screamed.

she screamed for the little boy, first year, who formed an unlike bond with a crazy-haired boy called james potter, with a tall, scrawny, scarred child called remus lupin and with a chubby boy called peter. 

she screamed for the second year sirius who came in her who came in her office at the end of the last term and, on a firm voice, he said “i want to take all optional courses”. for a boy that was always in the library that researched animagi “without a reason, i’m just curious.”

she screamed for a third year raven-haired boy who discreetly stared at his honey-colored hair friend and, despite it not being obvious, minerva knew. he fell for remus lupin. and he came out to her. firstly.

she screamed for a fourth year sirius black who excelled all of his classes, who looked in a special way at remus but then shook his head and laughed at one of james’ jokes and pat peter’s back and helped students when they needed it. she screamed for a boy that confessed his feeling to his best friend and, as they walked hand in hand in the great hall, she noticed that was the happiest he’s ever been.

she sobbed for a fifth year sirius who fucked up. badly. she remembers him coming in her office and crying, saying he didn’t think it’d get this far, and she believed him. because that was the truth. she knew he tried stuff he shouldn’t, she knew he cried himself to sleep. and she hugged him. later in life she found out that was the first, loving hug he ever got. and sirius fixed everything. they were the marauders again. and god was she proud when she found out all of his OWLs were all Outstandings and Exceed Expectations.

she cried for a sixth year sirius, now a runaway from home and she had to check up on him because he is her son. and he told her. everything. for a sirius black, all tattoos, piercings, long hair and even longer limbs with a laugh like a bark, who helped first years with directions and with studying. did peter’s charms essays when he couldn’t. he was turning into a man.

she cried for the seventh year sirius, happy and whole. she knew he had nights he didn’t sleep or nights he spent on the astronomy tower but she knew he was happy. he told her. she saw it. of course, he could be lying. but it was true, and they knew it.

she screamed for sirius black. a lover, a son, a friend, a student, a brother, a friend, a warrior with a shattered childhood.

she screamed. for her son.