#marauders shoes

[enbysiriusblack]

lily evans shoes

[nareclipwse]

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)

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

pizza party 🐤🛁

Mary: what the fuck…

Lily: Marls…are you high? please tell me you’re high

Marlene: i’m not?

Mary: so you decided to do this sober?

close ups!

[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.

[arkieve]

and if i say sometimes i imagine regulus as blond, what then? regulus, who–when he first tasted freedom–found himself at a gas station buying cheap hair dye, trying to make himself as unrecognizable as possible. regulus, with fried hair from all the bleaching, riddled with split ends, and the black roots coming in. regulus, with chipped nail polish, nails bitten down to the quick and the skin around them red and inflamed from the constant picking.

regulus, with snake bites and an ear piercing that won’t heal because he keeps picking on it. regulus, with a half-finished tattoo on the side of his left middle finger that reads 'Siri,' because getting tattooed hurts like a bitch– and when sirius asks, it was totally intentional and quite frankly none of his business.

regulus, with knees scraped raw and a nasty bruise on his hip bone because, yes, he wears oversized graphic tees, baggy shorts, beanies, and beat-up vans–but it's all for the aesthetic, and he can’t skateboard for shit.

regulus, who shares a shoebox apartment with evan and barty, where moldy dishes overflow the sink, expired take-out boxes cover every surface, clothes are thrown about, and piles of mail sit by the door–now covered in muddy shoe prints because they keep walking all over it. it’s disgusting, really. there's a sour smell in the air, and it’s nothing like what was expected of him. nothing becoming of the former spare heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

he loves it.

every morning, he looks at himself in the mirror; the bloodshot eyes and the bags underneath them, the frizz of his hair–the curls long dead from all the bleach and lack of proper hair care. his chapped lips, the freckles dotting his face, and thinks he can finally stomach what he sees.

[drowninkystar]

I will die on the hill that Regulus is 5'7 (170cm)

[enbysiriusblack]

remus lupin shoes

[mezsygfs]

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.

[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.