#marauders shoes

[enbysiriusblack]

lily evans shoes

[hellisagemini]

If you know what we are talking about, congratulations, you need to go to therapy

(the photo is not mine, belonging to @/www.y0urmomsgf.com on tiktok)

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

My question is.

Why did we stop making Barty a Ravenclaw, blonde and freckled. Don’t get me wrong I love the punk rock version but the goodie too-shoes easily scared and a wicked genius Ravenclaw version of Barty. I could rant about goodie too-shoes Barty all night to be honest.

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic january 8, converse, 140 words

James has a hopeful smile on his face as he watches Regulus unwrap his present.

Pulling aside the tissue paper, Regulus feels unexpectedly emotional when his eyes land on the pair of dark green Converse nestled inside the box. They’re muggle shoes that James and Sirius have each had for years; Regulus has always liked them but has never even been to a muggle store, let alone knows where he could buy them.

“I didn’t choose green just because you’re a Slytherin and therefore you must like green. But Sirius said that even as a kid it was—”

“My favourite colour,” Regulus whispers, looking up at James with tears in his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

Regulus wears them to death, until even Effie’s best repair spells can’t fix how worn out they are.

[daddysclownboy]

Sirius *T posing on the escalator*

James *holding onto him and singing the music from titanic very badly and loudly*

Remus *dying of shame*

[theprongspotter]

Rip James Potter, you would’ve loved twinkle toes

[fredtheemoplant]

June 6: stay – @jegulus-microfic – word count: 697

Footsteps echo in the dark corridor, as James and Regulus walk towards the come-and-go room. Regulus has his wand raised, a small ball of light bobbing ahead. As they pass, portraits chastise them, telling them to turn out that god-awful light.

James has his cloak, but they aren’t using it. James has been covertly checking the map, keeping a tab on Filch making sure they don’t wander into him. The only issue, however, is that the map doesn’t show animals, so they have to listen for Mrs Norris. James’ll have to bring that up to the rest of the Marauders. Lucky for James, though, she wears a small bell around her neck. An oversight on Filch’s part.

Regulus’ light turns a corner first, then Regulus, and, just before James could follow to do the same, Regulus flings himself back around the corner, and ridding the light, bathing them in black.

“Regulus, wha– hmph.” Before James could finish the question, a slender hand claps over his mouth and a cold wall meets his back.

“ Shut up, ” Regulus hisses out, barely above a whisper.

James wraps a hand around Regulus’ thin wrist, prying it away. “What is it, Reg?” James murmurs.

“Mcgonagall,” Regulus mutters back, wide-eyed.

“If it’s Minnie, we can’t stay here,” James stresses. Mcgonagall will see them if they don’t go elsewhere where.

“We can’t walk away. She’ll hear us!” Regulus grumbles.

“Fuck, okay.” James could use his invisibility cloak, but he doubts he’ll have enough time, and she will hear it. “I have an idea and I don’t think you’ll like it, but you have to trust me, okay?”

“ James, ” Regulus warns, as James grabs his waist and pulls. James knows Mcgonagall isn’t homophobic, and if she sees them she won’t mind, if anything, she will just be surprised. That’s James’ defense mechanism. “What are you- she’s going to see us!”

“That’s the plan,” James grins, and then he leans in, capturing Regulus’ mouth in a deep kiss, just before Mcgonagall comes flying around the corner, her own light following her. The footsteps stop, and for a beat it’s silent.

Regulus seems to catch on quickly, and he really plays it up, making himself look focused and without a single ulterior motive.

“Mr Potter,” Mcgonagall chastises. “I will be entirely honest with you when I tell you this, Mr Potter, I am not even a fraction of what is the appropriate shock of seeing you out of bed, at this hour.” Her eyes slide over to Regulus, who is breathing heavy, and is resting his head against James’ chest. “You, however, Mr Black, have surprised me. Tell me, boys, what are you doing out of your dormitories?”

“Well, Professor,” James says, grinning. “I thought it is rather obvious.”

“Yes, very good, Mr Potter.” Poor Minnie sounds completely knackered. “Mr Black, anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Regulus mumbles miserably.

“Thank you, Mr Black, 5 points from Slytherin for being out of bed after hours. Mr Potter, 30 points from Gryffindor for the same reason. Go to bed, boys. Separately.” And with that, she sweeps away, bringing her light with her, leaving a spluttering James and a chuckling Regulus behind.

James wants to check the map to make sure Professor Mcgonagall has left, and isn’t just waiting around the corner – something she’s done before – but if James uses the map now, it would be too dark to see the words, but if he casts a light, Regulus will see it. Not that James doesn’t want to tell him, but it’s not his secrecy to share. So, James will just have to hope she’s gone.

A small kiss to Regulus’ forehead spurs him to start moving again, grabbing James’ hand and charming another light before he begins the trek to the come-and-go room.

Just as they turn the corner a little jingle sounds directly behind the pair, making them freeze. They try to hide from Mrs Norris, but, just as they turn to do so, a rough, croaky voice speaks ahead of them.

“Where are you two off to, then?”

Regulus sighs, dropping James’ hand, flickering his wand, banishing their light. James just groans.

[noirsnonsense]

every morning I walk out barefoot to drop my brothers off at their bus and every morning my feet hurt and I tell myself "tomorrow, I'm putting on shoes." And every morning I forget shoes and wind up walking barefoot on cold concrete.

[noblehouseofgay]

Rain

Jegulus microfic

Fluff

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The rain poured as regulus headed for the changing rooms after practice. He was dripping with water and his shoes were stained with mud. He didn't really mind the rain, made things feel a bit more alive up there in the sky. He heard loud footsteps behind up, someone running through the puddles toward him.

He turned around and saw none other than the four eyed golden boy running toward him. "Reggie!" Regulus sighed. "What, Potter? I'm quite disgusting right now and would like to change so be quick."

"No no of course, I just- wanted to ask if you were busy on Saturday?" "If it's you asking, then yes I'm extremely busy." Reg turned to leave but Potter wasn't done.

"Reg, come on," he smiled brightly, despite the dreary rain pouring on them. "Come to Hogsmeade this Saturday."

Regulus glared. "If this is some sort of trick to get me off my game before the next match, then I swear Potter that's low even for you." "No! No no no absolutely not!" James leaned in a bit closer. "I want to take you on a date. And I mean it. No trick, no prank. I want to take you to Hogsmeade."

Regulus stared, trying to find truth in his voice. He'd unfortunately had feelings for the older boy since- well, longer than he'd like to admit.

So the idea of James asking him out was a dream. And if it was a dream, obviously this couldn't be happening. This would never happen.

Yet here he is. Potter is standing in the pouring rain, asking Regulus on a date. He frowned a little. "Fine. But you're paying." James' eyes lit up. "Wouldn't have it any other way!" With that, he turned and ran back towards the castle.

Regulus watched him, and a small smile crept onto his face. He had a date with James Potter.

[enbysiriusblack]

remus lupin shoes

[bogslob]

Sirius is the shortest marauder

Everyone thinks its Peter coz Sirius always wears platformed boots and Peter has short energy but Peter has like a solid 3 inches on Sirius whose like 5’2 on a good day

[courfee]

starchaser, sunseeker

[moonyklance]

As much as it pains me, I just know Remus is the type of person to wear brogue/oxfords without socks. Letting his slutty ankles fly free but at what cost? My sanity? He’s still hot to me, though.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

currently thinking abt the marylene fic I was working on where marlene was always super jealous when mary hung out with hestia

[theatrescribbles]

Vanilla Ice Cream

When Lily gets ill, who better but her co-Head Boy to take care of her.

Inspired by the songs "Where's My Shoe" and "Vanilla Ice Cream" from the (in my opinion, underrated) musical She Loves Me.

@jilymicrofics Feb challenge Day 3: Care (yes, I know I'm late) (932 words)

Read on A03 (or below)

“Lancelot!” proclaimed a boy with unruly black hair, and the portrait to the Head’s Common Room swung open. The boy did not waste a second to climb through the door and to reach the red-haired (and also red-nosed due to all the sneezing) girl stirring on the sofa, a blanket covering her, with a flask of probably-now cold tea and a huge box of tissues on the table in front of the sofa.

“Oh good, you’re awake” he said “How are you feeling?”

“Bit better, head’s still throbbing a bi-choo!” The boy smiled down at her. He couldn’t believe how adorable she was, even when she was ill; even when her hair went in all directions and was frizzy, even when her nose was as red as said hair, even when despite the red nose, the rest of her skin was almost ghost white and there were dark circles under her eyes; even with all that she was still the most beautiful thing in existence.

He's loved taking care of his very ill friend; he would do it for the rest of their lives if she let him.

The girl looked around to the window outside, and must have noticed the sun was on the verge of setting….

“Oh Merlin! What time is it?!”

“Nearly half past 6. Don’t worry, I’ve brought you up a snack-“

“WHAT! Why didn’t you wake me up before, Ja-choo! I’ve got to go for rounds! I can’t be late for the first Heads-round of the year!” Lily stood up threw off the blanket and started rummaging around the floor, though he swore she swayed a little bit while doing so. “Where’s my shoe?!”

James looked at her bewildered, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Lily,” he said calmly “Do you honestly think you can go on rounds tonight? You look awful.”

“Of course I ca-choo!”

“You’ve been asleep all afternoon, you’re still in your pyjamas!” Very cute ones he would add too.

��I’m much better now”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course I am! Where have you hidden my shoe?”

“I think you should lie back down Lily-“

“Don’t just stand there, help me find my other shoe!”

“You can barely stand up. You’re still shivering”

“Don’t lie to me James Potter, where’s my shoe?!”

“Evans, you’re hysterical! Sit down!”

“I will not sit down Potter until I have found my God-damn shoe!!”

Right, James thought. That’s it; and before she knew what was happening, James picked her up, almost flinging her onto his right shoulder. Lily struggled wildly against him, kicking ferociously and batting her fists against his back.

“Put me down Potter! RIGHT NOW!!”

“No way Evans. Not until you realise that there is no way you would be well enough to step out of the common room door, let alone go and do your usual rounds all over the school!”

Almost instantly she stopped kicking and almost seemed to sag into his shoulder.

“ACHOO!”

Well that was it then wasn’t it? She knew when to give up. Almost instantly, Lily felt herself being gently dropped from James’ hold back onto the sofa, laying her down. He draped her tartan blanket back over her, and she felt an instant warmth from it. She hadn’t realised just how cold she had been without it draped over her and she left out a huge shiver.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered quietly. “But who’s going to do rounds if not me-choo!”

James laughed. “Don’t you worry about that Flower. Anyway, I’ve got you a present.”

“Have you really? I bet its homework”

“Better than that! I know this is your favourite flavour, so here you are, sorry if it has melted a bit…” And from his robes, James pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. A little bit of colour returned to her pale face, blushing from her cheeks.

“Where did you get this?”

“Kitchens. One of the House Elves served my parents before we set him free to help Dumbledore here. So I always like to pop down occasionally.”

He handed down the tub of ice cream to Lily, coincidentally brushing her hands. She started looking at the packaging on the ice cream, gingerly turning the tub round and round in her hands.

“When I was little” she said “My mum always used to give me this when I was under the weather. That’s why it’s my favourite” She took the spoon from James hand and took a small scoop of the now very soft ice cream. It was delicious.

“Thank you James”

He beamed down at her.

“Now, you get plenty of rest and eat, you’ll feel better. Oh, and don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything” He bent down and gave the top of her head a light kiss. “And you’re welcome.” He got up, dusted down his robes turned around but paused.

���James are you ok?”

“Under the weather?”

“What do you mean?”

“What does ‘under the weather’ mean?”

Lily laughed. “It’s just a Muggle saying. Sorry, I shouldn’t blurt them out like that, I forgot you don’t always understa-choo!”

James sent one last smile her way before heading out of the portrait door hole.

Lily reached out for the ice cream again and started eating, and with each mouthful of sweet vanilla, she felt a little better, she could feel it; though by the time she got to sleep, there was something that still bugged her – she still couldn’t work out why her head was tingling just as much as her tongue….. She was simply stunned!

[hyperfocuscentre]

WOAH WOAH WOAH I JUST FOUND A DORLENE PJO AU ????? THIS AUTHOR IS A LITERAL GOD OMFG