#maraders era

[hedgehog-troops]

no because i think this is a meissuebut when i read james speaking my native language brokenly in a supposedly hot scene i shrivelled up and died

obviously no one expects anyone to spen ten hours ust researching but with how diverse our fandom is, you can literally find a desi person in 5 minutes and they'd help you

no one wants their culture and identity misrepresented.

a desi kid iscloser to being thrown out of the house than they are being hugged at the prospect of them being queer.

NOW FOR THE QUEER THING!!! it definitely depends on the timeline.

pre or during early british empire, through poetry, or atleast Pakistani poetry, we see alot of well-known male poets writing about male lovers and it was acceptable.

but afterwards, it became entirely taboo and frowned upon to the point where none of my family likes me because i have shoulder length hair. yes, it is usually that serious.

theres so much depth to our culture, as nuch as i love it im not blibd to its faults and i recognise them. they should be incorporated into literature and art with respect.

ALSO this does go for religious characterisation too. don't make your characters of a religion only to shit on it, or to have THEM shit on it, or for them to go sgainst its teachings

cultures, traditions, religions, and identities all deserve to be respected and valued with intense deliberation. never take on a challenge too mighty for your shoulders, either drop it or learn to carry the weight.

im so so so tired of seeing people use james latin identity as an accessory but NEVER doing the actual research to make him even slightly accurate to ANY latin american country.

STOP USING OUR CULTURE AS A FUCKING COSTUME IN YOUR FICS. IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY LATINX FRIENDS TO HELP YOU, THERE ARE ENDLESS RESOURCES OUTSIDE OF GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR YOU TO WRITE HIM RIGHT

[ducky-sav]

Rosekiller talking about Regulus

Photo from Pinterest

[irism00ny]

Regulus " i would kill for you " Black and James "i would die for you " Potter

[percyweasleyapologist]

guysssss

are there any big popular valkyries centric fics??

bc i always see the marauders centric ones and they're good! It's just i wish there were more content for the girls :(

But i think a longer school years fic could be really cool! Maybe focusing around Lily? And perhaps Jily as the main ship?

Idk- i just need more girl content lol

Any recs?

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 13 - Shine | Jegulus | word count: 460 | @taylorswiftmicrofic

James loves that he can bring out the little kid in Regulus, even years after being together. To release the part of him that has been locked away for years under his mother’s iron fist. But now—even though he protests that twenty is far too old to be acting like a child—he is unlocking these key childhood experiences, and James can’t wait to share them with him.

A key Christmas memory from his childhood, was the time his parents brought him to a muggle town to look at the decorations. That had been a smaller, less densely populated town—his parents were paranoid about being discovered as though it was the Pendle witch trials. But for Regulus, to give him this piece of childhood back, James hasn’t held back.

He's brought him to a muggle village, one that draws tourists from all around for the spectacular lights shows and festive decorations. Lights adorn every storefront and tree, some even stretching across the street. Wreaths decorated in baubles and pinecones are on every lamp post. Festive music plays over speakers lining the streets. It locks everybody into their own private bubbles, where the music is loud enough you can only hear each other, but not too loud where you can hardly think.

Regulus, who claimed to have no interest in muggle culture, is currently exhibiting contradictory behaviors. He is stunning like this, when the scowl leaves his face, and awe and youthfulness takes it’s place. His jaw is slack, lips slightly parted. The seemingly permanent wrinkle between his brown is softened. His critical eyes are shining.

James watches the shine of the Christmas lights reflected in Regulus’ eyes. They are the perfect canvas to capture the world as he sees it. James can’t wait to read whatever poem Regulus is concocting in his head right now. Because he always does. Whenever he feels overwhelming emotion, whenever he feels so full that his inhibitions leave him, that is when it is easiest for the words to fill his mind. to speak in the language of the poets rather than the language of the common man. And James loves this side of him, wants to release him from his prison of expectations his mother has forced him in, and let him always be the poet.

When Regulus turns his Christmas light dappled eyes toward him, they are brimming with love and appreciation. The sight of the unbridled smile on Regulus’ face makes James’ heart full in turn. So full, he feels fit to burst with it. Instead, he settles on kissing every inch of Regulus’ face he can reach.

“Thank you.” Regulus gasps between kisses. “Thank you for giving me this.”

“Of course, mi corazón. The world is yours to have.”

[spiritstar477]

Sirius: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Remus: baby, I’d make you a lovely little enclosure with all the dirt and compose you’d ever want. I’d hold you and take you places in my pocket and kiss you good night. I’d—. . .

vs

Remus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Sirius: *thinks* yeah, I’d fuck a worm

Remus: *looks at the camera like in the office*

—————————————————————————————————————

James: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Regulus: it depends… were you always a worm or were you transfigured into one? The former, no, we’d never have met. The latter, then yes, and I’d figure out how to turn you back.

vs

Regulus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

James: yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

—————————————————————————————————————

Barty: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Evan: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

vs

Evan: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Barty: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

(bc they’re both batshit insane)

[dorlilymylovesss]

welcome home black brothers

[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.

[ghzstvee]

“Marlene and James like it when people are mean to them” i say into the microphone as

the crowd starts cheering i walk off and i hear this.

“She’s right” Dorcas and regulus say with a nod

[birdiegray01]

James Potter falling in love with younger siblings that just want to be enough for their older siblings but will always fall short due to internalized jealousy and parental issues is something special to me.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Remus: So you lived in a closet?

Harry: Well, technically it's a cupbo-

Remus: I have some experience with that

[pearlynia]

"I beg you don't embarrass me mother fucker"

But make it Regulus taking Barty and Evan to the zoo

[anabunu]

😏😏😏😏😏

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Professor McGonnagall: I am at a loss for words!

freeze frame, record scratch

Remus’ voiceover: Despite being at a loss for words, Professor McGonnagall proceeded to yell at us for the next 45 minutes.

[miryum]

An arranged marriage with James Potter

Something had happened over the summer that made James Potter the most love-sick fool in all of Hogwarts. Purebloods being purebloods, it wasn’t uncommon for children to be paired up early on to secure the bloodline. While this happened mostly between the old-arching Slytherin families, an example being Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, every once in a while, the other houses would participate too. 

Such was the case with James Potter and Y/n L/n. The L/n’s had spanned generations, stretching back to even the Gaunt’s time. But, such as the Gaunt family, the L/n family had run into some bad luck. Stocks didn’t go the way they wanted or something of the sort and now they were in ruining trouble. 

Euphemia Potter was usually one to scoff at arranged marriages, wanting the children to find love for themselves, blood status be damned. However, the L/n’s were good friends of hers and James had written home multiple times about their daughter. From his letters, it seemed as if the two were already dating. It was a perfect coincidence. Euphemia and Fleamont agreed instantly, lifting the weight of a thousand bricks off of the patriarch of the L/n household. 

However, James and Y/n were not dating. Much to James’ annoyance, the only thing between them was his unrequited infatuation towards Y/n. 

So that’s where the pair found themselves at the beginning of seventh year. Y/n L/n trying to fly under the radar and not draw any attention to herself or the new ring on her finger, and James Potter doing everything in his power to show off their relationship and spoil her in front of everyone. 

It began at the start of the year feast. James had an arm around Y/n’s shoulder the entire time. When a third year nervously asked if the two were dating, staring reverently up at James, the boy grinned and looked to Y/n. “I don’t know, love, are we?”

Y/n pushed James’ arm off her shoulder and indelicately said, “no. Take him.” The third year blushed and mumbled their way out of the conversation as James clutched his wounded heart.

During classes, James would loudly correct the professors from Miss. L/n to Mrs. Potter. It earned him wry smiles from McGonagall and Sprout, chuckles from Slughorn and Flitwick, and a cold glare from Y/n. The students all looked a bit confused whenever this happened, but chalked it up to the usual antics of James Potter. 

In the courtyard or by the Black Lake, James would lay his head on Y/n’s lap, even if she pushed him off or was sitting with her knees up. There were roses on her bed and notes in her bag and it got to the point where Y/n didn’t even question how James had snuck into her dorm. 

If Y/n ever went to Hogsmead, James was sure to follow. No matter what she bought, he would pay for. Even if she got frustrated, he would slip the galleons up onto the counter, grinning at the cashier. He wanted to show her that he could provide for her and give her a nice home. As she would walk from shop to shop, he would point out colours of shops, saying, “oh, that would be a good colour for our bathroom. Look at that little cuckoo clock! Y/n, we have to get it.”

He would follow wherever she went, asking what seemed like meaningless questions. Have you ever had any pets? Do you like the country or city better? Any aspirations for your career? What’s a place you always wanted to visit? Y/n thought nothing of it, but to James, her answers were slowly sculpting his future. Would she want a dog or a cat in our home? Where should our house be? I would like the country so our kids could run around more, but we can easily make the city work if she wants. Should I be a stay-at-home dad? Or could we juggle two careers? Where should our honeymoon be? 

Quidditch games were no better, because after every goal the chaser scored – and he scored a lot – he would look to the stands, find his fiancée, and blow her a kiss. Before every match, one of his spare jerseys would be laid out on her bed, a small note attached, begging her to wear it. She never did and he always gave her a pout when he realised it. And God forbid she didn’t go to the games. Once, she had been studying for an upcoming exam and hadn’t been able to make it. James had thrown a fit. Sirius had to drag him away from Madame Hooch before he secured an entire year of detention, but the boy still refused to get in the air. Madame Hooch threatened to start the game and make Gryffindor play a catcher down, but thankfully Remus and Peter had just found Y/n and dragged her to the pitch. The moment James saw her, he beamed and kicked off, broom now in the air. They had ended up winning. James spent the afterparty with his head on Y/n’s lap, arms reaching up to encircle her waist. He continuously reminded her how awful it would’ve been if she hadn’t shown up and only shut up when she began running her fingers through his hair.

And every night, no matter if he went to bed first or she did, James would always go over to Y/n and give her a soft kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “sweet dreams.” No matter where she was, this became a daily occurance in Y/n’s life. At first, she tried to avoid it by sneaking off to the library whenever James began yawning and tossing around the idea of going to bed. But he would find her. She tried the kitchens, hoping he didn’t think to look for her there. But he would find her. She tried being in a group with her friends, in animated conversations. But he would weave his way through the group, step in front of her, and still say goodnight. It was like he had this magical map that told him where she was at all times. It was bloody infuriating. 

Much to James’ dismay, no progress seemed to be made. At least she was staying faithful to her fiancé, the Marauders reassured him as James griped and moaned. He would sling himself onto a common room chair, conveniently in the earshot of his dearest. Y/n would just roll her eyes. 

The majority of Hogwarts didn’t know what to do with them. The girls would swoon when they heard the new thing James Potter had come up with to woo Y/n L/n. The boys would huff and grumble about needing to step up their own game when it came to their girlfriends. James was setting the bar too high. The teachers would sit around, taking time to sip a well-deserved drink, as they complained how if L/n didn’t soon see the boy that was right in front of her, helpless to his love, then Potter was going to have a breakdown.

Yet, Y/n continued to push him away. James could be patient. He had been waiting practically seven years – he could wait a little more, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt whenever she brushed him off. She could’ve said no to the engagement. She could’ve punched or hexed him. It didn’t seem like she truly hated him, more like she was embarrassed and tired of him. 

“I don’t get it,” James said finally one night. He laid out on his bed, long limbs stretching over the place as Peter and Sirius played Exploding Snap on the floor. 

Remus was reading on his own bed. The werewolf sighed, knowing where this was going. “What don’t you get, Prongs?” 

“Why doesn’t Y/n like me?” James murmured, looking at his friends with large, hurt eyes. 

“Mate,” Sirius said. One of the cards exploded, making Peter flinch. “Listen. She likes you, yeah? How else are you able to get close to her? I swear, you were practically on top of her a couple days ago.” He scoffed and laid down a card. 

James groaned loudly and exclaimed, “but I’ve tried everything! Hell, we’re literally engaged! I can’t go through an entire marriage like this. Especially not with the woman I love.”

Peter piped up, smiling sincerely at James. “Hey, I’m sure she’ll realise it soon enough. I think she loves you back. She’s just scared.”

“But I’m me!” James shouted out. “I’m not scary!” He looked around wildly at his friends. “Am I?” he asked pathetically.

“I think if you have to ask if you’re scary,” Remus pointed out, “then you’re not scary.”

Sirius grinned. “Excellent point, as always, Moony.”

Remus sighed and gave James a pointed look. “Perhaps, the best thing to do is talk to her. Since she is your future wife, after all.” 

“I do talk to her!” James argued. “I ask her about her day and tell her about our pranks. She- she responds. She’s very sweet, you know, but she never shows any affection.”

“Maybe you’re pressuring her,” Peter commented. “By being all lovey-dovey. You could try being her friend first?”

James didn’t think he could do that. He already thought of Y/n as his wife. He already thought of her as one of his best friends. But what else could he do to get her to feel the same way?

The next week, James took Peter’s words into consideration. Instead of leaving flowers in her dorm, James asked if he could join her in the library for a study session. Instead of blowing her kisses during Quidditch games, he just waved. Instead of envisioning their future, he focused on the present. 

It wasn’t until three weeks had passed that James noticed the results. Y/n began coming to him with some questions on schoolwork. Y/n waved back at Quidditch games, shooting him a thumbs up in encouragement. Y/n wouldn’t fiddle with her engagement ring nervously, as if worried someone would spot it. 

The girl noticed her changed behaviour too. On a random Thursday, when James came to kiss her goodnight, she paused her conversation and whispered back, “sleep well,” angling her body so he wouldn’t have to reach as far to kiss her temple. Soon after, she excused herself from her friends, flustered. Y/n paced around her dorm, twisting the ring back and forth. 

A knock came at the door. “Hey,” James murmured as he pushed open the door. “Are you okay?”

Y/n turned to face him. “You actually care about me, don’t you?” she whispered. 

James couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course,” he replied. “Why on earth would you think otherwise?”

She shrugged. “It seemed fake, you know? Like this one big prank to single me out. But then you actually seemed excited and willing to marry me, James. Marriage. This is the rest of our lives and we haven’t even kissed!”

James cracked a smirk. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I can fix that really easily.”

“But you think you’re in this for the long run?” Y/n asked desperately. “For- for the fights? The late nights? The chores? And we haven’t even talked if we want kids or not!”

“Love,” he interrupted her spiral. “Have you thought about the waking up every morning in my arms? The dancing in the kitchen for no reason? The anniversary dinners where I profess my love over and over again?” He stepped forward, placing his warm hands on her arms soothingly. “And if you want, I would love to have mini replicas of us running around, waking us up in the middle of the night because of a night terror. I would love for them to disrupt our dancing in the kitchen by demanding they want to dance too. And I would love for them to groan when they see me being all sappy towards my wife.”

How could any girl say no when James Potter was standing before her, promising her endless devotion? The kiss was slow, James’ lips slowly moving against hers. He revelled in the warmth of her body and how her head tilted to him as he cupped her cheek gently. All short and lovely and sweet, the kisses were exactly how James had dreamed. 

The couple parted and the boy stared down at her. His finger went up to brush her bottom lip before murmuring, “will you marry me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

[spiritstar477]

James: *after he and Regulus start dating* so y’know when you’re dating someone

James: like dating a girl but they’re a boy

James: like I’m a boy and I’m dating someone that’s a boy but in the same way I’d date a girl

James: like two boys in a relationship

Remus: like being in a gay relationship?

James: yeah! y’know what that’s like?

Sirius and Remus: *Sirius sitting on Remus’ lap with his hands in his hair and Remus’ hand subtly (not subtly) up Sirius’ shirt* …