#the noble and most ancient house of black
unpopular opinions/my accepted head cannons: ✨marauders edition✨
- Remus x Sirius
- James and Sirius were best friends but Sirius was also very close with Remus before they got together
- James x Lily
- Regulus was actually an enemy of Voldemort’s the whole time but acted as though he was a death eater in order to successfully “betray” him
- Marlene was the second best quidditch player on the team (to James)
- Remus was “one of the girls” (he had a special bond with the girl friends that the other marauders didn’t have)
- Remus and Lily had a very close friendship and definitely gossiped about each other’s relationship to one another
- Regulus is bi or pan
- Lily’s smarter than Remus
- Peter was always a bitchass fuckhead
- Sirius paints his nails and sometimes Remus will too
- Sirius does like to wear dresses/skirts sometimes but only around remus, James and Lily bc he gets insecure (poor baby )
- Remus admired James growing up and wanted to be like him until he found himself
- Remus is bi
- James was always kind of insecure but used his cockiness and confidence to cover it up
- Sirius had longer hair all his life bc it pissed off his mom
- Remus and Sirius are both switches depending on the(ir) mood
- Lily is a top
- James is a switch
- Peters a bottom
- Remus and Sirius have a couples tattoo
- The marauders have matching group tattoo
- Sirius always felt guilty for leaving Remus thinking that his best friends were dead and boyfriend was a killer who betrayed them
- Snape never loved Lily he was just obsessed
How I imagine spending Christmas with this fictional family pt. 2 tha Noble House of Black
Source of photos: Pinterest
Andromeda Tonks (neé Black)
Bellatrix Lestrange (neé Black)
Dear Paw,
Today I met my grandmother your mother. Uncle Reggie was there with me. He he held my hand protectively as we - her and me, I mean - stared at each other in recognition and contempt. Her icy glare made me feel so incredibly small. I could only think about the stories I’ve heard behind closed doors, of the pain I always knew was hidden behind those gray eyes of yours. As we walked through that somber house you both escaped, uncle R told me everything. Not that he actually needed to; her disapproving gaze told me of every scar and every heartache you had to endure.
I’ve been crying for hours now. I know you’re worried, you and daddy and uncle Reggie are. You’ve been knocking at my door all afternoon. You sound desperate, ashamed almost. You fought uncle, blamed him for making me sad, for opening “unnecessary scars”.
Daddy has spent two hours, twenty five minutes and twelve, thirteen, fourteen seconds trying to bribe me with chocolate. But, as perturbed as he might be, I know he gets it. He knows I understand you better now. He knows I’m crying because I love you so much, because I can’t imagine a time in which you were both so very miserable and yet it’s the only thing in my mind. He knows because he probably went through it as well.
I know he knows, because my heart feels as broken as that time he allowed me to touch the scar on his forehead and I promised him I’d always have chocolate at hand. I thought foolishly back then that the extent of our family pain could be summarized by the word lycanthropy.
Today I know better. I understand now that I am surrounded by people who have been deeply hurt. Instead of purposely hurting others, you’ve decided to smile at the world, to give back love, to find your own happiness. You’ve protected me and loved me instead. And, as I finish putting my thoughts and feeling in a semblance of order, I realize how lucky I am to have you, Paw. I am lucky to be surrounded by you and daddy and uncle Reggie and Andy. And I hope you’re okay.
Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created
with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred
God, I hope that you’re happier today
‘Cause I love you, and I hope you’re okay.
-(Y/N) Lupin - Black
Art to celebrate one year of writing
Here is some artwork of my favourite chapter of Pietas, created by the amazingly talented @thecat-isblogging-blog/@thecatisdrawing.
‘You didn’t wear gloves,’ he declared with a wry smile while continuing to hold her hand near his lips.
‘I could not find a pair that matched my gown,’ she paused, her dark eyes dancing as they stared up at him, ‘and heaven forbid that my sartorial choices offend you.’
Sirius: Okay, well, I guess I just never think of money as an issue.
Remus: That’s because you have it.
Sirius: You make a good point.
[Sirius ran into his mother after being disowned]
Sirius: It must be nice to be rich instead of having to develop a personality.
Walburga:Shut up, Sirius.
Sirius:Buy my silence, Mother!
Victoire: Gentle reminder not to eat to much candy before bed!
Cassie (OC): No.
Victoire: This was supposed to be a gentle reminder, yet your defiance brings me ungodly amounts of rage.
[Teddy’s seventh birthday party is being held at an arcade]
Narcissa, holding up a minion plushie: I won this ugly yellow toddler. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
James: Why did God create Lily as this beautiful little bitch?!! Why couldn’t she have been as ugly as a toad!!?
Remus: Ohh you mean like that pink simpering bitch Dolores?
James: Urgh… Umbitch?? Oh god no. Maybe just as ugly as goats then?
Sirius: Hey! Goats are cute ok?
Peter: Prongs, I understand. Crushes are just worse than the worst.
Sirius: Hmm. Hallelujah to that.. You know how stupid I behave around my crushes.
Remus, condescendingly: Oh darling, by that standards, you have a crush on everyone everytime.
Sirius:
Peter:
James: That must have hurt, eh Pads?
Victoire: We’re back!
Cassie (OC), running up to hug Victoire and Teddy: Mom! Dad! You’re back! I’m so happy to see you!
Cassie (OC): Really happy! So, so happy!
Cassie (OC): You have no idea how hap-
Draco, who’s been taking care of her: Point taken, kid.
Andromeda: I hate how Alexa is marketed as “part of the family”.
Andromeda: Like, if I wanted a cold, untrustworthy, and emotionless machine in my life, I’d just talk to my mother.
Marlene: I’m so gay for Sirius.
Marlene: By that I mean every time I see him, I get the slightest bit gayer to avoid ever being attracted to that piece of garbage.
Marlene: Screw you, Black.
Bellatrix: This is Soren. She’s adorable.
Bellatrix: She’s also a war criminal.
Bellatrix: But still adorable.
Sirius:Reg, are you talking to yourself?
Regulus: Well, it’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation around here.
My mother cried the day I was born because she knew she could never be better than me.
Andromeda Black, probably
Teddy:Remember when you told me not to burn down the house?
Andromeda: You burned down the house?
Teddy: No! The fire was out almost immediately.
Teddy: This is a success story!
Sirius: So Andy’s doing the right thing instead of the selfish thing?
Sirius, looking at Ted: You did this to her.
Walburga Black had made an art of mourning. She made a striking figure during her daily stroll, dark robes billowing around her, her face shielded by a black veil. There had been a time in her youth when she’d been seen in her house’s trademark green, but the house of Black was one of many storied traditions. For every family member struck from the tree, each disappointing relation eliminated from her life, Walburga donned her mourning attire. She seemed to relish it almost as much as she enjoyed the physical act of blasting a name off the family tapestry, acting out the symbolic deaths of those who had crossed her.
By the end of her life, her husband dead, her son dead, her other son dishonored and imprisoned, alone in her big house apart from her loyal house elf, her mourning clothes were well-worn. And some thought that, perhaps, had she known what was to come, she would not have worn them so cavalierly in the past.