#dead wizards from the 70s

[notenoughdramaaa]

Me out here building two insane timelines and fixing all the time-travel messes just ’cause nobody wanted to write a fic where Regulus goes back, saves himself and James, keeps Sirius outta Azkaban, and makes a whole new Voldemort-free universe so he and James can be happy. Like, c’mon, fanfic writers—you already let me down once. Don’t make me write my own Jegulus version of While You Were Sleeping too

[atsro-slut]

I'd love love love either James/Remus with fem!reader who is very sensitive to loud noises and sounds. On a Christmas/ New years party with the gang, it gets loud, and they protect/accomodate reader (subtly?) like it's as normal as breathing for them and reader absolutely dying because no one has ever done that for them? 🫠 Thanks loveee ☺️

Gentle Sounds

JAMESSS MY MANNN

I love James Potter if you can't tell...

James Potter x female!reader

When the Marauders throw a loud New Year’s party, Y/N’s sensitivity to noise leaves her feeling overwhelmed. But James, always attuned to her needs, subtly shields her from the chaos, offering a quiet space where she can breathe—no fuss, no questions asked.

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:☆

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement as the Marauders—along with nearly half of Hogwarts—celebrated the arrival of the New Year. Glittering streamers hung from the rafters, and the warmth of the roaring fire contrasted with the chilly December air. Music played loudly, a cheerful mixture of wizarding tunes and Muggle hits, filling the room with upbeat energy.

Y/N, however, was sitting by the window, away from the crowd, nursing a half-empty glass of punch. She wasn’t antisocial, but the sheer volume of the party made her feel dizzy. She had always been sensitive to loud noises, her ears acutely attuned to every sound. The laughter, music, and chatter felt almost overwhelming, making her head pound slightly.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention, and she glanced up, half-expecting one of the Marauders to join her. Instead, it was James Potter. He was wearing his usual grin, but there was a softness in his eyes when he noticed her.

"Hey, Y/N!" James said, his voice light and warm. "Mind if I join you?"

Y/N smiled, nodding. "Of course, James." She shifted slightly on the windowsill, making room for him to sit beside her.

As he sat down, he glanced toward the rest of the room, where his friends were engaged in a loud game of wizard’s chess. "Quite the party, isn’t it?"

Y/N nodded, her fingers tightening around her glass. "It’s... a bit much, to be honest."

James tilted his head, studying her expression. He was no fool—he had known her well enough to pick up on her subtle cues. Her posture was slightly hunched, as if she were trying to make herself smaller. Her smile was genuine but strained.

"Yeah, I get that," James said softly. He leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. His gaze flickered toward the group, but it was clear that he wasn’t keen on being a part of the loud festivities. "So, how about we enjoy the quiet for a bit?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You don’t want to be out there with your friends?"

James shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a subtle shift in his tone. "Not really. They’re having a great time, and I’m happy to let them, but it’s... a bit much for me too, honestly."

Her heart warmed at his words, though she didn’t voice her gratitude. It felt nice to know she wasn’t alone in her need for a quieter space, though she still felt out of place.

James, noticing her discomfort, shifted slightly closer. "Want to take a walk with me? Just around the castle?"

Y/N’s eyes softened. "That sounds really nice, actually. But won’t they miss you?"

"Nah," James said, flashing a wink. "I’m sure they’ll survive without me for a bit. Besides, I think I’m better company than some noisy music and shouting."

Y/N chuckled softly at his teasing, but the laughter was brief. She quickly looked away, focusing on the dancing light of the fire, suddenly aware of the sounds around her—footsteps, shouts, glasses clinking. It felt like everything was too much.

James noticed the change in her, and without missing a beat, he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his touch light but reassuring. He didn’t make a big deal out of it. To him, this was as normal as breathing—being there for her, without needing a fuss.

"How about we get some fresh air? I’ve got an idea," he said quietly.

Y/N nodded, too grateful to speak, and James helped her to her feet. His hand brushed lightly against hers as they walked toward the door, his presence somehow making everything a little easier to bear.

As they stepped out into the hall, the loud noise from the common room faded. The air in the castle was crisp, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly in the stone corridors. James led the way, taking slow steps, giving her space.

"You know," James said after a few moments, his voice low and calm, "I’ve always liked the quiet parts of Hogwarts. The corners where you can just breathe and think. I think you’ll like it too."

Y/N smiled at his words, feeling the pressure of the loud party starting to lift with each step.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, passing the occasional student who was either heading to or from a party. Y/N’s mind cleared as they continued down the corridor, the gentle sound of their footsteps the only noise.

Finally, James stopped by a small, rarely used staircase that led to the Astronomy Tower. It was quieter here, away from the festivities. He turned to her, his gaze softening with affection.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently.

Y/N nodded, grateful for the calm. "Much better." She let out a soft sigh, leaning against the cool stone wall.

James stood beside her, arms folded across his chest, a look of quiet contentment on his face. He didn’t push her to speak, simply allowing the silence to settle between them.

"You know," James said after a long pause, "I noticed earlier that the noise was bothering you. You’re really good at pretending it’s fine, but I can tell."

Y/N smiled weakly, not surprised that he’d noticed. James always had a way of reading her—of noticing the things others overlooked.

"I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it," she admitted, looking down at her feet. "I don’t know… I just always feel like I’m overreacting when I say something about it."

James’s eyes softened, and he reached out, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "Hey, you’re not overreacting. Not at all. Everyone has something they need to feel comfortable, and yours is just... quieter spaces. Nothing wrong with that."

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. No one had ever said it so simply. So kindly.

"Thanks," she whispered. "I think it’s just hard sometimes, you know? I’ve always had to hide it. Pretend I’m fine when I’m not."

James nodded, his expression serious for a moment. "That sucks. No one should have to hide how they feel, Y/N."

She glanced up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. James Potter—the boy everyone thought of as the confident prankster—was listening to her. Truly listening.

"I don’t mind the noise, not usually. But tonight, it’s… a lot." She paused, then added quietly, "I’m sorry if I’m being a bother."

James’s eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head with a small, reassuring smile. "Not a bother, Y/N. You’re never a bother to me."

She couldn’t help the warmth that spread across her chest at his words. It was as though the weight she hadn’t realized she was carrying was lifting, piece by piece. James never made her feel like she was too much—too sensitive, too quiet. He simply accepted it as part of who she was.

"How about we just hang out here for a bit?" he suggested casually. "We don’t need to be anywhere else. It’s nice, just the two of us."

Y/N nodded, feeling her shoulders relax. For once, she didn’t feel the need to pretend.

As the night wore on, James and Y/N stayed in that quiet spot by the Astronomy Tower, away from the loudness of the New Year’s party. James told her stories of his pranking adventures and plans for the new year. Occasionally, his voice would soften when he noticed her staring off into the distance, her eyes a little unfocused as she absorbed the serenity. He would pause, waiting for her to return to the conversation, and then continue as if nothing had happened.

It was the small things like that which made Y/N realize how much James truly cared for her—not through grand gestures, but through his quiet patience and subtle attentiveness.

As midnight approached, James stood, offering his hand. "How about we head back for the countdown? We can at least catch the last part of it."

Y/N hesitated, then smiled. "I think I can handle it now. With you by my side, I think I can handle anything."

James’s face softened, and he squeezed her hand. "Good. Because I’ll always be here, Y/N."

Together, they walked back to the common room, where the sounds of the party seemed a little less overwhelming. When they entered, James subtly adjusted their position, standing close enough to shield her from the loudest parts of the crowd. As the clock struck midnight, James gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her.

Surrounded by the noise, in a world full of distractions, Y/N found peace in the quiet protection that James offered her—without asking for anything in return. It was a kindness she never knew she needed, and one that she would cherish forever.

[sunseekerchild]

Barty: I’m going to do something stupid.

Evan: Don’t you mean we?

Barty tearing up: We.

[evanzrosier]

what if regulus would be a worm... james would still be obsessed with him. 100%.

[equippedtolove]

the ones that love us never truly leave us.

we've all got both light and dark inside of us. what matters is the part we choose to act on.

what's life without a little risk?

r.j.l

[notenoughdramaaa]

Guess who just finished their fall semester at college and is ready to hibernate for a week straight? Yup, that would be me!

I got an A in French, which probably means that in a few years the only things I’ll remember how to say are Je ne parle pas français and C’est pas Versailles ici (thanks, Dr. Swanson) so to celebrate, I decided to post two chapters of my Jegulus fic! Chapters 4 and 5 are out now—go check them out!

[eweexiy]

*the black brothers gossiping in french*

sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?

regulus: my james, of course.

sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-

regulus: your boyfriend.

sirius: WHAT-

*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*

*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*

black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;

[starlittragedies]

a lot of people tended to say that sirius and regulus looked alike, but the marauders and their friends never quite believed it. they looked much to different with one brother being so expressive with his facial features and the other wearing a mask that never slips.

it wasn’t until one day when barty had managed to convince regulus to pull a cute little joke on evan which then led to evan chasing them down the halls of hogwarts with nothing but murder on his mind. while running they managed to run into the posse of gryffindors as well as dorcas who was with them, and while passing, the group (bar dorcas) had to do a double take because the boy that had just passed them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face looked just like sirius.

[moonlitkihu]

Remus: Do you wanna know how to make an idiot say how?

Sirius: How?

James and Remus dying and wheezing

Sirius ‘still doesn’t get it’ Black: HOW??!

[littleliterarylesbian]

Sirius: And now! I must leave! My darling Moonbeam needs me!

Regulus: Whore.

Regulus: Oh my god, who said that?

[ghosteccedentesiast]

*Just the slytherin skittles playing truth or dare*

Barty: Truth or dare Regulus?

Regulus: Truth

Barty: Do you want to kiss Potter?

Regulus: Actually dare

Barty: I dare you to kiss Potter!

Regulus: Never have I ever!

Barty: Thats not the god-damn game!

Regulus: *shrugs*

Barty: Never have I ever wanted to kiss Potter!

Regulus, taking out his wand: Silenci-

*The rest just watching in amusement*

Evan: Should we inter-

Dorcas: No, Regs denial is rather amusing!

[percyweasleyapologist]

Pandora: Evan, you need to react when people cry!

Evan: I did. I rolled my eyes.

[sunseekerchild]

Dorcas: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Barty: weak, I sleep with two.

James: you're both pathetic.

Barty: oh yeah? and what do you sleep with?

James: Regulus.

[fox-marauder]

"not all men" you're right remus lupin would never

[equippedtolove]

everyone paints walburga black as this strong, fierce, figure, when we often don't think about how it could be the other way round.

sexism was definitely a raging problem throughout the 70s, and in the house of black itself, women are portrayed as flowers in the tapestry (a show of daintiness and femininity), and don't hold a lot of power in regards to familial or political matters.

walburga could be a bystander. she could look on at how her children are mistreated, and not do anything about it, because she has no power to.

now tell me how much more deeper and conflicting her relationships would be with sirius and regulus. how they can't hate her, because she's never done anything to them, but they can't love her either, because she doesn't protect them from the blows.

how would sirius feel about leaving then? would she would cry? or laugh? or remain impassive to his absence? would she care?

bystander walburga black. forever an observer.