They Have All The Colors In Their Love

RIP Regulus I guess

there are tears everywhere. i haven't cried this bad since i read the last olympian not even a month ago. stop this madness i say

The comments y’all are leaving on The Lost Still Walk Behind You are just TOO FUNNY I love you guys 😭😭

yall i'm crying

A marauders headcanon I am unwilling to negotiate is that James and Lily loved Remus so much and vowed both to themselves and to each other that they would take care of him always, and that didn’t change even when things got dark and there were shadows of doubt that he could be the spy in the Order. They talked about it and decided that even if he were the spy, that’s on him, and they won’t cheapen the way they love by acting on an unproven possibility. So after everything happens and Remus is /desolate/ under the grief, and he’s wasted away for months and ignored every knock on his door and every attempt made to check on him, he gets to a point where he knows he’s either gotta kill himself or find a fucking way to survive.

So he gets up and he showers and puts on clothes that he’s positively swimming in with how much he’s shrunken in on himself and he sends an owl to Gringotts to see how much money he’s got tucked into his abysmal savings, and when the owl comes back the balance is tens of thousands of gallons more than he’s ever even seen in it.

And that’s how he finds out that James and Lily wrote him into their wills. That they’d set aside money for him to just in case they couldn’t be there any longer to mysteriously refill his cupboard with canned goods and his fridge with fruit and veggies every time they stopped by, or to bring him sweaters that’d grown out of that just happened to be in his size with the tag still on them, or line the pockets of the private healer that regularly came to tend to him after a particularly bad full moon.

It’s how he’s able to survive the next year. It’s why he decides to. Because even though it feels impossible to be alive in a world without them, they’d already made a plan to make sure he could do it.

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Wife: Order of the Phoenix is on TV, do you want to watch it?

Me: No, because then Sirius doesn't die.

Wife: I don't think that's how it wor-

Me: HE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH REMUS LUPIN THE END!

green - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 204 - TW: MCD

Barty's favorite color is black.

He loves it. His clothes are black, his nails are black, he jokes that his soul is black, though that's more to piss off his dad.

But he's never not liked it. The way it's just unapologetically there.

He's confident when people ask him, he doesn't need an explanation.

Until he meets Evan.

Then, it is harder to say what his favorite color is. Because suddenly, he has an obsession with green.

Not the green of grass- that's too bright. Nor is it the green of the apples that always sit on the table during meals at Hogwarts. It's not even Slytherin green, though he pretend it is for a while. It's paler, but deeper. More intense.

It's the green of Evan's eyes.

He can't admit it for years, he still insists that black is his favorite.

But when he's sixteen, and he finally pushes aside the fear and the self-loathing to admit his obsession is actually yearning, he meets those green eyes seconds before their lips touch in the most mind-blowing kiss he's ever experienced.

And he knows that green will forever be his favorite color.

Until a flash of green light takes Evan away from him forever.

me reloading the ao3 page: is it back yet is it back yet is it back yet is it back yet is it back yet is it back yet is it back yet is it

fbi watching me reload the page for the 539th time: this kid is so mentally ill wtf

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this part of lily evans’ fandom wiki shouldn’t be so fucking funny