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bellaxisworld · 25 days

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april 5 @jegulus-microfic prompt: slap. 874 words.

fyi - james is "pushy" in this fic with regulus' boundaries but it is not an issue. if regulus had an actual problem with it, he would tell james. don't take it too seriously <3

cw: swearing.

Barty is playing cards with some random Ravenclaw in the common room when Regulus walks up to him, glancing around skeptically and sulking. He’s always rather tense, Regulus—but he looks like a spiky porcupine as he joins their table, ready to hex anyone who looks at him wrong.

Regulus stops by Barty’s arm and mutters to him, “I made a mistake.”

Barty raises an eyebrow at him. “You made a mistake?”

His lips thin out. “I made a mistake.”

Barty heaves a sigh, nodding. “Where’s the body?”

“No! Merlin, no—I mean. Not yet, but there might be soon.” Regulus folds his arms over his chest, taking another peek around the room. He’s looking for something—or someone.

“Reggie, you are acting more dramatic than Sirius, right now—”

His head snaps up, eyes dancing dangerously with silver flames. “You cunt, I am not—”

“Point proven, Reg. I think the dramatic gene is in your bloodstream.”

Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes. “Anyway. We might be murdering James.”

“Potter?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he hisses. He reminds Barty of an agitated cat, hissing and clawing and angry.

“Right, so we’re murdering the boy you’ve been in love with for a fucking century? Now we’re murdering him, after you managed to bag his ass?”

“Best friends are supposed to support their friends’ murderous intentions, Bartemius.”

“I'm very supportive of your murderous intentions, I just have questions. What did the poor guy even do?” Barty even feels a little bad for James. Potter is just as smitten with Regulus as Regulus is with him, which means he is very far gone for him. So in love it almost makes Barty sick, to look at them. It's a beautiful and gross thing. He can’t imagine James would do anything to massively upset Regulus, he’s too pure of heart.

Regulus grumbles something under his breath.

Barty leans forward. “Hm? What was that?”

“He slapped my ass,” Regulus says louder, and Barty cackles.

Regulus smacks his shoulder as he doubles over in delight. “You don’t get it, Barty, he’s slapping my ass everywhere. All the time. He did it once and saw me—saw me, um, get flustered, I guess—shut the fuck up—and now he’s inescapable.” He leans forward to set his forehead on the table, hiding his red cheeks.

Barty giggles beside him. “So—Reg, I’m sorry, please, oh Merlin—you made a mistake?”

He nods, miserably. “I told him to stop. He took it as a challenge. A personal challenge to find me everywhere and publically slap my ass.”

“I don’t blame him. You have a perfectly slappable ass, Reggie—”

“I’m never coming to you with my problems again.”

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry, let’s go plan his fucking murder or something—oh, oh—” Barty laughs, startled, and Regulus looks up.

“Fuck,” he says, standing up straight and booking it, running around the sofa to keep as much distance as possible between him and the entrance to the common room.

James Potter walks in, bright smile lighting up the room.

Regulus blushes from the mere sight of him, weak in the knees but still tensing up and preparing himself to run.

James struts over to the couch, perfectly calm. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says to Regulus, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness.

Regulus glares, steel eyes shooting daggers at his boyfriend. “How did you find me? I’m hiding from you.”

James smirks. “You sure know how to flatter a guy, Reg. But, you know, I have my sources.” He shrugs, nonchalant. Barty thinks that seems suspicious, but he ignores it in favor of planning an escape for Regulus. He can tell both he and James are gearing up for a little fight, a chase. He would even bet they both like the thrill of it, this game they’re playing.

“Come on, baby, why are you avoiding me?” James asks, leaning over the back of the sofa, eyes soft but glittering in amusement as he looks at Regulus.

“You know perfectly well why I’m avoiding you,” Regulus whispers venomously.

James shrugs. “Are you still going to run?”

“Are you going to slap my ass?”

James chuckles. “You have a truly marvelous ass, Regulus—”

“Potter—”

Barty is about to hex James so Regulus can escape when James jumps over the couch and reaches for Regulus. He yelps, attempting to dart away—too slow.

James catches him by the wrist and whips him around, pulling him close with one hand on his waist, slapping his ass with a resounding smack! Regulus goes red, cheeks pretty and pink as he glares up at James. “You are objectifying me, Potter.”

James kissed him hard, practically manhandling him with one hand on his waist and one on his ass.

“I think you like me objectifying you, baby,” James whispers against Regulus’ lips. He melts against James’ chest, an indecent sound ripping from his throat, tugging him forward for more demanding kisses.

They become rather—obscene, at this point, Barty observes. He chuckles and throws a pillow at them.

“Get a room, you sluts!”

Regulus nods fervently. “Room, a room, James, yes, let’s—yeah.” He drags James out of the common room and towards the dungeons, and James’ hand doesn't leave his ass the whole way there.

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spindrifters · 4 months

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In honor of impmas 2024, I present to you good godfather sirius black and the one and only time I will ever write harry, ft. some groupchat crack treated seriously. happy birthday, @impishtubist!

“Where have you been?”

Harry jumps, the uncanny impersonation of Molly Weasley reverberating through the dusty rafters and black lacquer front hall of Grimmauld Place. Sirius smirks, grabs the lanky fifteen year-old by the scruff and pulls him into an all-encompassing hug.

“Didn’t half scare me, Sirius,” Harry grumbles into his chest, and there’s the whisper of an attempt to pull away, but his heart isn’t really in it. In any case, Sirius doesn’t let him go, just buries a grin into that mess of hair. Lemongrass shampoo and London grime.

“Serves you right, sneaking off in the middle of the night.”

“I wasn’t sneaking.”

“No? What time d’you call this, then?”

“A perfectly appropriate time of night to go for a walk,” his godson continues to grouse. “Needed to clear my head.” Only it doesn’t escape his notice that there hasn’t been another attempt to pull away. And he’s not wrong. It’s barely half eleven, only Harry’s at double risk on his own these days. If not Death Eaters or another bloody dementor, then the press who’ll hound him to the ends of the earth should they catch sight of the Boy Who Lied—fucking cunts—alone on walkabout without so much as his friends for a buffer. There’s a reason the Order’s got about ten layers of protocol surrounding his protection at all times. If it were anyone else who’d caught him slipping in through the front door, there’d be hell to pay.

Harry’s not stupid, though. Far from it, Sirius thinks, that old pride swelling in his chest. And he’s got James’s cloak for good measure, clutched in a hand that smells of hot concrete and pigeon shit.

Harry seems to sag against his chest, Sirius’s hand still wrapped around his nape. Summer sweat of a teenage boy on the brink of becoming a man.

“Knut for your thoughts?”

“M’fine.”

Liar.

These are the things, then. The little tells beyond the way Harry strains toward him like a houseplant yearning for the sun. It’s not the same as sniffing out smells—daffodils and murtlap essence and the endless putrid fecal stench of Azkaban—but it’s just as strong. Pheromones or some muggle toss like that, something he might ask Hermione Granger about if he remembers before she heads back off to school.

It’s something Sirius noticed a long time ago, the change that happened in fifth year when his own heightened senses were lent keener by the dog that now lived inside. He remembers that Prongs was bright and coppery like triumph when he stepped off the Quidditch pitch, or cinnamon-fresh like home. He remembers being sixteen, frustrated and hormonal and knowing he’d die on the spot if anyone caught him with his nose buried in Moony’s discarded trousers to see if there was anything there that might even hint he wasn’t alone in this.

And Harry…

Something sour signaling frustration. Harsh metallic that means fear. Beneath that, the sweet damp scent of hurt. Sirius can hardly blame him. Fuck Peter Pettigrew, if he ever gets out of this fucking godforsaken house arrest, Merline Maitland and the rest of her staff at the Prophet are at the very top of his hit list.

“Go to bed,” he tells him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow, one that smells of rubbish bins lining the streets for the morning to come.

Green eyes flick up, half shock. “Thought I’d get it in the neck.”

“Nah,” says Sirius, guiding him up the stairs. “Just let me know next time. Maybe Snuffles can come along, too.”

“Yeah,” says Harry, though they both know he won’t. Sirius doesn’t need to sniff that out to know. He still thinks he has to protect Sirius just as much as Sirius knows it's not his job to do it.

He’s a good boy, Prongs. Too good. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

And.

You’d be so bloody proud.

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jamesunderwater · 3 months

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1. Tell us why you like James Potter! I want a whole essay please and thank you!

"Why I Love Like James Potter" by jamesunderwater 1/27/24

So, I think an important context for my feelings about James Potter is that (as you know) I am a fandom elder. Which means, I already had an extreme attachment to James Potter and his pals before we ever even got the Snape’s Worst Memory chapter. I just looked it up, and somehow I was only ten when OotP came out, so evidently I was massively in love with Sirius Black and obsessed with the Marauders before I hit double digits. (Jesus, no wonder they’re molded with my identity.) The point being – before he was anything else to me, James Potter was the man who bravely sacrificed himself for his family, whose core feature was defined by Sirius’s declaration that they “would have died rather than betray their friends.” He was the guy who figured out how to become an animagus just to be a supportive friend, and based on the few lines that the Marauders have through the Map in PoA, he was hilarious. And really, the fandom kinda just took that and ran with it. So by the time OotP came out and we got so much more information on him – and his dynamic with Lily (cue me sighing dreamily here) – James Potter was already a venerated figure in my mind. -- OMG I just had a buried memory pop up of the Harry Potter Trading Cards as well, which, I don’t think I had one / there was one for James, but there was one for Lily, where she was holding toadspawn?? Or something? and I was in love with her just based on her cute face and red hair and bright eyes, so obviously I’m gonna also be infatuated with the guy who got to marry her.

Okay I got a bit off the point.

I guess reflecting on it, the way I fell in love with James as a character was very different than how I did for Sirius, and it’s in part due to Sirius being alive in the books, but also speaks to who James is, too. I fell in love with Sirius for who Sirius is, all by himself. I fell in love with James for who he is with other people. I loved the guy who would do anything for his friends. I loved the guy who had this magnetic dynamic with the fiery redhead. I loved the guy who was brilliant and loved by all, and didn’t think twice about sacrificing himself for his family. And I think that this has, for the most part, remained the core of why I love him.

But of course, I’ve grown up a lot since then, and so have my feelings and opinions.

– intermission to say I looked back at the ask and realized it only asks about why I like the character, which…somehow changes some of my answer, but we’re gonna try to roll them together –

Okay, so why I both like and love James as a character now has a lot more to do with the nuances of him. I love that he isn’t perfect. He’s multi-dimensional, and I think his character is a great opportunity to investigate growing up. I think that progression is harder to see in some of the other characters (I have thoughts on why but they aren’t the point right now), but James is just this splendid example of how someone can be so fundamentally good, and also be a fucking kid. He’s messy and that doesn’t make him any less of a “hero” or a “good guy,” but not in your traditional anti-hero or villain arc kind of way. I dunno, maybe it’s in part because I relate to this feeling of not always being a “good person” growing up. I could be arrogant, and mean, and over-dramatic, and stubborn, but people still saw me as a good, likable person, and eventually I did grow out of a lot of the harsher aspects of those characteristics. I love that James gives permission for that, to inspect the dualities within people.

And on a basic level, I think he was kind of the picture of everything I wanted to have and be. His physical looks / physique is what I’ve been drawn to in men, and eventually realized it’s what I wanted to look like myself; he has this found family that he’s built that is truly a family, this best friend who accepts him fully and he accepts fully and they’re attached at the hip; he becomes a person deserving of and complementary to a strong, independent, kind woman; and his kid is Harry Potter, who truly is one of my favorite characters of all time. So.

I dunno, I feel like this isn’t as eloquent as I wanted it to be… I’d be very curious to hear other people’s thoughts added onto this (yours and others’!) because I know there’s so much more that I’m missing that other people would say.

I got to nearly 850 words, though, so hopefully this essay is sufficient enough to earn me a B, at least.

[Submitting for Extra Credit: Photo of the frogspawn card from the Harry Potter Trading Card Game]

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prongslvl · 10 months

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HEARTSTRINGS - sirius black

PAIRING sirius black x rockstar!male!reader

SUMMARY after a much prolonged period of waiting for the time to make his move, sirius went with remus to find the one thing he needed to contact you— a telephone.

previous chapter (2/2)

a/n: last part of heartstrings! hopefully you guys liked reading it as much as i loved writing. I actually have a first draft for this, i wrote a phone call scene. let me know in the comments if u wanna see it lol

The city of London was bustling with people, cars, and double-decker buses, which Sirius learned to love. He paid no mind to those, though, and kept his attention on the nearest electronics shop, as Remus called it.

"There's usually a lot around here, so just keep looking," the boy instructed, sucking on a lollipop he had bought for the both of them. It wasn't the first time Sirius had tasted the sweet candy from all the gifts and souvenirs from Lily and Remus. But the one thing he was never familiar with, despite how many times the two had talked about it, was a telephone.

Apparently, he didn't even need to buy one with how many telephone boxes they pass. Before Sirius could venture further into the search for the shop, Remus kept on insisting that he just use them.

"I need to get a permanent one, Moony! How else will they contact me again?" Sirius reasoned to his friend, who refused to move from the box.

Remus shrugged. "You can owl him?"

The long-haired boy could only groan before he shoved him off the telephone box, apologizing to the person who was waiting behind them to use it. As the man entered the booth, Sirius glared at his friend, who raised both hands as he did. "It's not like he'll be weirded out by it; the guy knows all about it. Lily must've told him about how the whole owl system works."

"Probably, but that's not the point. Wouldn't it be weird to keep sending my owl to the muggle world for a muggle? Not even Hogwarts would let it go, nor would the Ministry of Magic."

"Will they? But you and James sent so many letters back then."

Sirius rolled his eyes, continuing to walk along the pavement while Remus followed behind. "You're a Hogwarts student, Moony,"

The taller boy managed to catch up with him as he nodded. "Right, I forgot about that part."

The two novice wizards had been looking around the streets for about 30 minutes when they finally found an open shop with various electronics that Sirius could see through the glass windows. Remus hurried him to the establishment, the door opening with a ding, announcing their entrance. The man behind the counter smiled at them kindly and introduced himself as Grant.

"Good evening! Take a look around and feel free to ask any questions, if you have any."

"Oh, I'll definitely have a lot of questions about these things, Sirius whispered to his friend, feeling slightly overwhelmed with how many options he had.

Another thing he wasn't very familiar with in London were the shops. He's been inside some, mainly for food, but never for materialistic things like a telephone. He wasn't told how many colors they all had. But Sirius wanted something discreet—a size and hue that he could easily hide.

He also needed it to be strong enough to withstand magic. There were only a few days before they came back to school after the holidays, meaning he'd be in Hogwarts 24/7 with no electrical outlet that could plug in a telephone. James' dad, Fleamont Potter, was luckily a very enthusiastic man when it came to mugging things, so their home was pretty much the same as Lily's. He'll be able to call whenever he likes, back home and, hopefully, in school too.

He and Remus were too engrossed in a conversation about what model to choose to notice the bell dinging once more. Their eyes only peeled off the telephones when they heard Grant say his spiel once more, turning their attention to the familiar face.

"Remus! Sirius!" Your voice resonated in the long-haired boy's ears, his eyes widening at the sight of you. His gaze wandered to your outfit, which practically screamed musician from head to toe. It looked like you were about to hop on stage again, but minus your guitar and the fact that you're in a telephone store.

You approached them with a smile, "Enjoying the city?" Your question made Sirius go back to reality, blinking away his thoughts of you, "Uh, yes, yeah! Me and Moony, we're just having a look around."

"Mostly him, though," Remus pointed at Sirius, "I'm just a tour guide right now."

You chuckled at his response before glancing at him expectantly, though he had no idea what the look was for. He turned to the brunette, who only gave him a shrug.

He coughed into his head, repeatedly telling himself to play it cool as he turned back around to the telephones. "I was thinking of buying one for future use, y'know? That sort of thing." The smile you gave him almost made Sirius choke on his own spit. He watched as you moved closer, took a quick inspection of the models, and grabbed a black one.

"These are the ones that I used. Easy to keep under the pillow, from personal experience. But it's just a suggestion. There's a lot to choose from."

"That's actually the problem—there are so many to choose from that I don't know what to buy." The two of you chuckled. "But if you praise that one so highly, I can try it out." Sirius reached for the telephone in your hands, his fingers brushing along yours. Your fingertips were rough and calloused, just like his palm from holding his broom whenever he played quidditch, but they were warmer compared to the last time he saw you.

The memory of the pub was a bit blurry. Remus told him he had too many drinks with James, causing both of them to get knocked out in the middle of the night. Next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the Potters living room couch while James was on the floor, still asleep.

After a few days, contemplating whether to owl you or not took over his mind, but he never found the guts to do so. As the holidays slowly got shorter, Sirius knew he had to make his move before he got holed up with homework. Five days after that night, he finally asked Remus to help him.

Deep down, he was a tad afraid to call you, even if he had the telephone. The thought of you forgetting him and only being seen as one night flirting bugged him to no end. But seeing you in the flesh and clearly remembering them, his heart swelled up, beating too fast for his liking.

"Well, I am one of the most trustworthy telephone users out there. Aren't I, Grant?

"Sure you are, mate."

You grinned at him as the two of you, including Remus, who could only watch the scene quietly, walked towards the counter. Sirius tucked the bag that had the new telephone inside, exiting the shop.

"Can I ask you something?" Your sudden whisper startled him, clutching at his heart. Sirius smacked your shoulder for the surprise, but you nodded nonetheless as you chuckled at his reaction.

He watched as you awkwardly fiddled with your jacket before speaking up, "Have you lost my number?"

The boy wanted to respond humorously, maybe joking about a dog eating it before he could remember the number, but your tone seemed genuine with how carefully you asked him.

"It's just—you never called or owled me after; I thought you forgot me." You buried your hand inside the pockets of your pants, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

Sirius almost got whiplashed at how fast he shook his head. "Merlin, no. Why would I forget about it? I mean—" He paused, feeling embarrassed at what he was about to confess. "I thought you might have forgotten about me, actually.

You looked surprised, almost dazed. Sirius can tell you didn't expect his words. Your rockstar aura suddenly depleting into what felt like a lost puppy finally seeing his owner entertained him a bit.

"I guess we both thought of stupid things?" The half smile on your face turned into a grin, which weirdly reminded him of James when he realized he wasn't actually in trouble after being called by Lily. The sight of your expression and his thoughts made him chuckle.

"You both definitely did," said Remus. "One can say you two are too idiotic for the world."

A burst of laughter erupted between him and you, the brown-haired boy, who was shaking his head in disappointment for just realizing their situation. "Despite how much I hated thirdwheeling just now, it did tell me what I needed to know."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "And what's that?"

"Maybe entering a shop without actually buying anything meant something."

He felt even more confused. He was about to pry even further before he heard you coughing, turning his attention back to you. If Sirius were none the wiser, he would think you had caught a cold. But seeing your shifting eyes and sudden demure action, the scattered pieces of the puzzle began fitting into each other.

This time, Sirius' cheeks were warmer than in his dormitory during the summer.

"There he is." Remus voice was nothing more than a whisper, but with how heightened his senses were right now, he was able to hear it.

"I wasn't stalking you or anything," You said, rubbing the back of your neck. "I was on my way to buy stuff for a gig with my mates ("Oh, they're the ones sneaking glances at us when we went out.) and I thought of greeting the two of you." The explanation helped Sirius recollect his thoughts, or was it the sound of your voice that did it? Lily's words of you being angelic kept repeating in his mind.

He wanted to answer, to reassure you that he would've done the same—the thought of engulfing you in a hug flashed through his mind, stopping further into that when he saw himself getting a tad bit closer to your face. But he couldn't. Would anyone be able to talk casually when it feels like a hammer is thumping against the walls of their heart?

Sirius glanced at the telephone inside the bag he held, then asked himself what kind of expression you had when you saw him.

Did you immediately disregard your current agenda just to make it seem like you accidentally met them? Sneaked out of view of your friends so you could approach him? Or maybe you thought of Lily, wondering why she didn't inform you of his presence as soon as you saw hum yet brushed it off; frozen in your spot yet eager to get even closer—just like Sirius did the first time he saw you on the stage.

Sirius was never decisive with choices that involved the good things in his life: accepting himself as Gryffindor, befriending the people that were never included in his mother's list, and finally, leaving his home for good. His friends sometimes think that personality trait of his can end up with a wand to his face, but he never gave it up. This moment made him thankful for himself.

"You did more than just greet us though." He finally spoke, giving you a smirk. He could tell you didn't expect his reply as you chuckled. Sirius wanted you in his life, and he's done pretending he didn't.

He began to walk again, feeling Remus loom over to his right as he followed, along with you on his other side. You faced the view of the sun setting behind the buildings, squinting your eyes with a grin.

"Got a bit excited," You replied.

"So much so that you ditched your friends."

"They're big boys; they can manage."

Sirius turned his head and said, "What a good friend you are."

You shrugged and said, "Somethings are more important right now. You paused for a second, making eye contact with him. "Like you."

Sirius couldn't contain the smile on his face, even though his life depended on it. A tinge of blush covered both of his cheeks.

"I hate the way you talk," He joked, making sure you knew it was a joke as you laughed. He liked how good you were with your words and how easily he swooned over them. Experience with lyricism gave you that advantage—Sirius needed to hear more of it.

He lightly shook the paper bag, the machinery inside knocking against itself. "I might come to like it if you tell me how to set up and use this thing."

Remus, who was letting himself be the third wheel again, spoke up all of a sudden. "I thought I was here for that." Sirius knew his friend too well to know Remous would rather be at home and laze around their last few days of vacation than be tutoring him how to put someone's number on the telephone.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Your job's been taken, unfortunately." Deciding to play along, he pretended to feel bad for him, even patting him on the shoulder to console him. The fake disappointment on the boy's face made you laugh.

"So sorry, Remus. I'll make it up to you." You joined, putting a hand to your heart.

"No! Nothing will ever recover me from this. (Y/n), you have wounded me," Remus said.

"I can lend you pictures of Lily trying to make herself fly and, might I add, failing at every click of the camera."

Remus' solemn expression went away as fast as the Golden snitch: "You got yourself a deal."

The exchange and the conversation made Sirius laugh, holding onto his stomach.

At the moment, he knew your presence in his life was permanent. He swore that in a blink of an eye, he could see you casually hanging around the rest of his friends, freely showcasing their spells in front of you. While of that's happening, you'll be at his side as much more than the boy who sang a song that immediately hooked him for life and taught Sirius how to use a telephone.

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roalinda · 10 months

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if we're talking book prongsfoot material, i have a fond spot for their first meeting in Hogwarts Express. James liking Sirius' ironic wit, the way Sirius backed James up against Snape (and Lily btw). James being childish, open and bold, and Sirius taken by it so naturally. And like, we almost get to see the moment Sirius' life turned, 'breaking family tradition' said as a joke yet, as 'maybe', but we know few more hours with James and it's Gryffindor, baby XD

The train scene is so unique and has such a great impact that can be easily acknowledged as the start of their - quite the double act - which later they became infamous for, even between the teachers. They did it unknowingly yet so in sync despite their young age and their different backgrounds. They simply matched and clicked, like two pieces of a puzzle, soul mates. ♡

Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin is a complicated thing. He has that quick wit and sarcasm of the Slytherin House members, proven by his quick sarcastic and harsh come back to Snape in the train when he called Gryffindors - brawny than brainy - , telling him that he has none. He didn't say it in a way an eleven years old Gryffindor boy would bluntly say, he said it in a witty stinging way, the Slytherin way.

BUT, here is the difference, he did it to back up Gryffindor, despite the Black family being Slytherins for generations. He didn't care about the views of his family, their pureblood culture or Snape's comment, he did what he wanted to do and what he felt was right, he did what naturally came to him.

I think James' presence indeed influenced in Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor but I also think that the sorting hat didn't do it just for that. Sirius was a pureblood from an ancient family with probably a vast magical knowledge for his age when he came to Hogwarts, so there is no way he didn't know about the history of the four Houses and their values and motto. (Unlike Harry who didn't know anything and based on what he had heard, asked the hat not to put him in Slytherin.)

To me, the fact he says that he may break the family tradition half-jokingly, shows his Gryffindor side. Slytherins don't kid about their sorting like that. They have the aura of I-am-better-than-you, be it about their roots or magic and wit. Sirius is indeed haughty and arrogant, but not in the Slythrin way. He is arrogant in the Gryffindor way which is scarier. I believe that the sorting hat saw more Gryffindor traits in him than Slytherin. Sirius is brave, protective, rash, a massive rule-breaker and some one who hurries to help his friends in cases of emergency, without thinking or coming up with a plan beforehand, which is very Gryffindor of him and certainty not Slytherin.

I think that is what makes Sirius Black a horrific force of nature, someone whose friends have his complete loyalty and foes his stormy wrath, because he is a Gryffindor who has heavy Slytherin traits sleeping deep within him. It is a monstrous power and in all honesty I think the books did Sirius dirty for not showing his full potential when the reader can easily assess that by putting two and two together.

But let us not forget that in sorting there is always a choice, - it is the choices that shows one what truly is, not their abilities - as Dumbledore puts it about sorting, and I think HERE is James' role. Sirius' heart chose James, and that means Gryffindor. But here is the thing, James' heart chose Sirius as well, so personally I think he would have ended up anywhere Sirius was too.

If there is a love at the first sight notion in the HP series, it exclusively belongs to James and Sirius. The deep platonic love is canon and the romance is very close to canon, easily to be seen between the lines and if you ask for my humble opinion, I daresay that prongsfoot makes sense more than most HP pairings. It is a tragic tale of love and loss, something so grand that cannot be put into words.

Thank you for the ask ♡ talking about prongsfoot always makes my day brighter ♡

#Prongsfoot asks #Prongsfoot #James potter #Sirius black

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author's note: chapter 10: reared & chapter 11: hatched 🐣🎇

thank you for reading chapters 10 and 11 of beasts (and especially for being patient with the bumper doubled up author's note). this time, ginny has a bad new year's eve (attends the world's most triggering party, slops booze down her old love rival, loses to her boyfriend at butterbeer pong) and then an even worse new year's day, featuring boggarts, the hangover from hell, the inevitable consequences of her own actions, and cormac mclaggen. nightmare. if you slog through all this you'll get a sneak peek of chapter 12 so that's my ploy to try and get you to endure my takes on liberal subjecthood and girlhood again. shameless! alright - let's do this.

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut ✨

writing notes and headcanons:

parties: i almost called chapter ten party animals. you can be glad that i didn’t. but wow writing parties is hard! you have to keep track on like 30 different attendees! it ends up like choreographing a musical number. and then i had to come up with costumes for all of them AND fun drinks names. nightmare. never again. i only did it to make all the memes

haunted house: ‘they have a house party then ginny gets trapped in the house with both her ex boyfriends, her boyfriend’s ex and also cormac mclaggen’ was a chapter concept i mentally wrote back in february lol. it’s too delicious. i wanted the teenageness of it - the sloppy lazy hangover vibe the day after a house party, but added all these layers of fear and the waiting game with all the left-behind characters. the garden as relief was important, but also the wild overgrownness of it, unmanageable untamed. i have lived in flats in the kinds of london townhouses grimmauld is based on and they very often have these big scooped out brick walled gardens below street level that are just so atmospheric and oasis like but also usually kind of a mess and overgrown. so count this as a love letter to a london garden

ginny and sirius: in these two chapters, the flashbacks are entirely ginny’s memories of sirius black - specifically, of teenage ginny’s attempts to connect with this veteran, someone she canonically cares for and admires, who i think would be something of a god in her eyes, partly because he’s hot/cool/can turn into a dog (slay) but mostly for his enormous self-sacrifice and martyrdom for his friends and for the cause, even before his actual death. i’ve talked about the canon parallels between these two characters in the first of a two part meta here, which lays out my thinking behind sirius and ginny’s relationship as rendered here (ie. sirius would quite like ginny, perhaps see shades of james in her - hence the snitch - but she would always care more about him, and about impressing him, than he ever would about her). one of the most important lines of sirius’ in canon for me is the one he yells at the weasley children the night their father is attacked: they (understandably) just want to go and see their dad, but sirius, as kindly but as firmly as he can, tells them that this is both naive and also counter to what the order of the phoenix exists to do: a resistance organisation that is all about self-sacrifice for the greater good (“This is how it is — this is why you’re not in the Order — you don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!”) through sirius, we learn, ginny began to form a set of ideas about some very important things for her: about how to survive, how to preserve a mind, and about what it means to fight, especially when being held back and deliberately kept out of the fight. all pretty formative in ginny weasley’s book, i’d say. i wanted ginny’s memories of sirius to be very triggered by place, trapped back in this very claustrophobic, very sensorily dense and evocative house. i knew i wanted moments where we have ginny actively drift off into reminiscences in the present timeline (getting caught drifting off fleabag style by ron before the party) or seek out spaces to remember (going into walburga’s bedroom). where previously the flashbacks have been less active and less visible acts of ginny remembering, more standalone cutaways than examples of a character actively going into a memory, it was important to me to start to show memories becoming much more like intrusive thoughts ginny can’t push away as her defensive coping mechanisms come under increasing assault.

animagi: one of the big things ginny first badgers sirius about is how to become an animagus. ginny’s interest in becoming an animagus does, at first, come from a place of childlike awe (especially from an animal lover). but, as ginny eventually hints to sirius, it’s also a reflection of young ginny becoming very interested in possible survival strategies to get out of facing awful memories she’d rather not think about every time a dementor comes to town. she sees sirius becoming the dog as an escape both from literal prison and from the prison of the mind. sirius suggests it’s not quite as simple as that. we’ll be returning to these ruminations in due course….

traitors: as @ashesandhackles’ gift of a question suggests, one of the big themes at work in these chapters, particularly chapter 11, is betrayal and - particularly - the figure of the traitor. as ashes points out, we see a whole lot of traitors mentioned to varying extents (from canon: pettigrew, percy, regulus, sirius himself, marietta, mundungus, kreacher, xenophilius, snape, andromeda…). in c.10 these themes are more dormant, little passing asides (the banality of evil, lol, and geri halliwell betraying the spice girls aka the worst act of treachery in 90s britain). but in c.11, we see the memory of past traitors and the prospect of future ones come to bear: the DA’s interrogation and fear that dean might not be all that he seems, and then rabastan lestrange getting killed by his own brother for, as harry suggests in his analysis of rabastan’s murder, betraying a set of ideas and a worldview that pre-existed voldemort and now survives him. so far in the fic, we’ve seen ginny reflect on questions of the soul as an inherently moral entity, its existence imbuing all who have a soul with the capacity for good, if not compelling them to always do it. here, i wanted to start introducing questions of where the choice to do bad comes from, the big nature vs. nurture, question, because i think this question would not just interest ginny given her own set of experiences (and you can speculate what those might be, because we will be returning to them!), but also because it speaks to a broader set of themes and questions that beasts is trying to expand upon that thread through canon. i don’t want to spoil too much for a future plot point, but needless to say this is a fic that tries to ask questions about selfhood, people’s nature, about motivation, intent, and choices, about childhoods and why people grow up to be who they are and make the choices they make – and also about wizards’ claim of superiority over all other magical beings because they have a monopoly on morality, on conscience, on justice, and therefore, as the most rational, civilised, self-governing political subjects, have the right to make and enforce law over other magical species. the existence of the traitor, for these characters who made moral choices to resist during a war fought over right and wrong, is a fascinating litmus test for any society grappling with the enforcement of justice, what it means to try to do good, and the circumstances under which people choose not to do good - as kingsley’s speech at the end of c.11 suggests, what it is in a person’s development that might lead them in one moral direction or another. “is this who we are?” kingsley asks, and the answer really might be: yes, actually.

the girls’ getting dressed: a) it’s literally always the best bit of any party and b) yes it’s important that hermione granger not just looked hot but wanted to, and that her and ginny had the first meaningful conversation they’ve had with each other while they’re pulling on hoe fits and doing sleakeazy treatments. female friendship arc engaged. also nymphadora tonks just definitely had hot cool 90s clubbing fits don’t know what to tell you (recs below)

the DA: what was fun about writing the party, though, was getting to try and show ginny among her fellow soldiers, and, especially, harry getting to see it. we know that canon ginny is popular and well liked by her classmates pre the war, but the experience of the DA under the carrows (as future flashbacks will show…) would be an intense bonding experience for many, and, i think, of the three leaders (neville, luna, ginny), it would be ginny that would become perhaps the most important emotionally to her fellow soldiers on the basis of her personality, compassion and empathy. in these chapters, you see those who *were* at hogwarts during the war have their guard up, exercise stiff safety procedures, and those that *weren’t* - especially harry - start to clock how much the war changed the DA from duelling fight club to a resistance organisation with military capabilities and procedures. what this means for hinny, of course, is harry, knowing that ginny is keeping things from him, starting to put together that that persecution and torture neville spoke breezily about in the hog’s head tunnel that time might actually have been, er, real, and that ginny might have had her own direct experiences of it that she hasn’t shared with him…

the slytherins: @titaniasthings sent me this ask ages ago about slytherins and i very rudely banked the ask to talk about another day. and i'm not even going to answer it now! i am hugely sorry about that, but i will answer it in due course, so this is me publicly apologising and basically promising to get back to this question, because i think it’s both very interesting and also one of the weakest points of canon that fanfiction can help right in really interesting and productive ways. for now, let me just say theo nott and daphne greengrass’ presence at the party is me flagging that i DO think there are ways that slytherins would have engaged with the DA and with resistance during the war, for lots of different motivations, and look forward to developing this further as this lovely little inquiry gets underway…

deamus: is this deamus or is it dean/rio ferdinand (unrequited)? who’s to say

cormac mclaggen: yes everyone is under attack from a renegade bunch of vigilante wannabe death eaters but you should never let that stop you from going to pound town

cho and ginny: me, posting a sneak peek that looked like it was ginny dialogue but it was actually from cho… 😈

i’ve talked a bit about my thoughts on cho and ginny’s relationship elsewhere, and had this scene written for ages, because i a) think it’s funny when surprising characters call the protagonist out on their shit and impart the most useful wisdom (michael and cho have both played this part so far lol) and b) i wanted ginny’s insecurities about cho, which are understandable but come from a place of teenage rivalry and are quite juvenile, to have to give way to something more mature between them, as part of a coming of age growing up arc. in c 10 we get their petty interactions, judging each other for their outfits, clearly frosty, but in c 11, we see ginny and cho accidentally have probably the most important conversation ginny's had with anyone in ages. ginny has to face up to the fact that since 1995, cho chang has grieved and lived with a reality that ginny fears enormously - the death of the boy she loves - and also all the repercussions that came with it, including the impact of it on her own quidditch ambitions. the cho we see has done a lot of work on her own grief and now has a remarkably healthy reflection on what it is to grow up and to both forgive yourself and release yourself from dreams you had as a child, while also recognising it’s ok to mourn the future you hoped you’d have when life gets in the way. for hinny purposes, i also wanted the memory of cho’s distress and harry’s inability to handle it to resurface before the hinny fight, because i think cho’s weepiness and attempt to ask harry for emotional support would be pretty influential on ginny’s decision to try to avoid doing that at all costs. (ashes also pulled out my agenda behind the cho changing in front of ginny moment: “the difference of Cho's comfort with changing in front of people i.e women vs Ginny - it shows how differently each have built friendships and at what stage in their lives”. cho chang had close female friends before ginny or hermione really ever did and it shows!

rodolphus lestrange: ‘a huge day for rodolphus nation’ - aka just @saintsenara. i have never bought the idea that rodolphus is pure flop and bellatrix is the instigator in their marriage for them joining the death eaters - my personal take is that the lestranges are the gateway for the black sisters being drawn into the orbit of death eaterdom, and am especially a fan of a big age gap between bellatrix and rodolphus, meaning that rodolphus was in the first wave of death eaters/voldemort’s school gang or at the very least an early follower, and that that’s how bellatrix gets drawn from low key pureblood supremacist politics of the black family into the paramilitary activities of the death eaters. i *like* the idea of death eaters who aren’t just thugs for hire but have a real political worldview and a programme that they will continue to pursue after voldemort’s death, and am excited to explore that in the fic (and what it means for plans for postwar reform and societal rebuilding). slay from roddy, basically

ginny’s boggart: thank you to this lovely anon both for the regulus-ginny parallels note and also for asking about ginny's boggart! i am however going to be an arsehole and stay zipped lip on this one for now (we will find out i swear), but just for now to say: i wanted the boggart to both add atmosphere and a lovely sense of oppressive dread (hiding in a broken clock, a forever waiting game), but also ginny’s inability to bring herself to draw it out and face it to be a sign of her struggling to force herself to process dark memories that are proving stubbornly haunting…

the hinny fight: you all have had the patience of saints waiting for this scene fr. pls know this fight took me absolutely bloody ages to write lmao. fights are hard when you want people to be flawed but neither person really be in the wrong! here we have ginny, finally letting out seven years of resentment at being left out, patronised, and over-protected: harry, calling her on the fact that she’s clearly trying to protect him from things that really bothering her, letting her know how hurt he is that she’s excluded him from her ongoing ordeal - but also, in getting her to finally tell the truth, having to face up to the thing he hasn’t wanted to face up to, the possibility of ginny’s enormous sufferings during the war that he literally broke up with her, naively, to try to avoid. it’s a long scene – 4k words lol - but i really wanted the fight to have distinct stages, a crescendo, a cooling off period, building ultimately to a quiet moment of confession from both characters. harry finally says out loud what ginny has become to him, his fears about what happened to sirius happening to her, how lost he feels in a world where he is no longer the chosen one, and the hopes he has for him and ginny as a little family around which he wants to build a future amid uncertainty about literally everything else. ginny finally admits what it is in her past that has shaped how much she is prepared to trust and confess to another person about her fears. and so we leave them having finally aired out things that needed to be said, but lacking direction about how to resolve them. they’ve got work to do, baby (and i’m super excited to share how they’re going to do it). will be posting part 2 of the sirius and ginny meta v soon, which discusses in more depth how the memory of sirius, and especially of his death, influences harry’s ideas about familial love and especially his overprotectiveness when it comes to ginny. stay tuned for that. it’ll be real sad, sorry!

harry left holding all of his eggcups once ginny’s gone back to school:

songs from the playlist for these chapters:

i would personally like to take this opportunity to call out ginny weasley for having such a sad adolescence that i had to write about it and listen to phoebe bridgers the entire time and therefore fuck up my spotify wrapped. that is all

the songs for chapter ten (party party party) are wall to wall bangers. two tribes, with siren, right before the auror alarms go off! yesssss. also slow show is the most romantic song ever written about a party and a person’s dick (‘standing at the punch table swallowing punch’, ‘you know i dreamed about you/i missed you for 29 years/before i saw you):

playing around before the party starts by childish gambino | i predict a riot by the kaiser chiefs | paint it black by the rolling stones | two tribes - we don’t want to die version by frankie goes to hollywood | slow show by the national

the songs for chapter eleven are much more subdued, quiet (hangover-proof), songs for a waiting game. the mitski song is this chapter's manifesto and also is the harry-sirius-ginny arc anthem, i will not be persuaded otherwise (you're an angel, i'm a dog/or you're a dog and i'm your man/you believe me like a god/i'll destroy you like I am). i wanted duets, too, especially men and women duetting together, to echo the conversations that happen across both of these chapters (between sirius and ginny, dean and ginny, and then harry and ginny). and had to have auld lang syne cos it’s bloody new year for GOD’s sake:

ps. the new beyonce song could easily be harry to the DA at the end of chapter 11. get the fuck out of my house!!!

reading list:

on tonks being a hot girl with party streak and a wardrobe that is major:

Leather by @saintsenara/asenora (self-rec! embarrassing!) dead ends by whinlatter

on dean and his mum:

Lifelike by @evesaintyves

on sirius and grimmauld place:

Toys in the Attic by @ashesandhackles and thecat_iswriting Lux Aurumque by @saintsenara/asenora

on peter pettigrew:

All I ever wanted was a life in your shape by saptashati

on cho chang:

overemotional: in defense of cho chang by dirgewithoutmusic

plus the smallest of sneak peeks of chapter 12, coming in january...

They're different, his letters. She knew they would be, though it doesn't make it hurt any less.

#beasts #author's note #all i do in these author's notes is say: wait and see #because i am: annoying!#sorry for the sneak peek i know you said you wanted COMFORT but i'm afraid i only heard HURT #hinny #sirius black #cho chang #peter pettigrew #wizarding politics #meta #hp meta #analysis #ginny weasley

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I wasn't expecting you.

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March 19 Prompt: I wasn't expecting you. | 1205 words

Enjoy some pure fluff!

James was ecstatic. He had been waiting his whole life for this day to come. His wedding. His parents always told him stories about their wedding or well their whole love story really and he couldn't wait to have his own. James loved openly and loudly. His heart was always on his sleeve and he refused to have the person he fell for think that they weren't loved. No matter how stubborn they ended up being.

James was standing in his dressing room at the small church that they found. When James pictured his wedding when he was younger, it was in a big church surrounded by all of their family and friends. Oh, well. To be in love is to also compromise, according to his father. And James would do anything for the one that he loved the most. He looked in the mirror again before Lily showed up in the doorway.

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready, Lils." James smiled easily.

Lily was one of the bridesmaids, which should mean they were focused on the other groom but his groomsmen weren't that responsible. At least not according to Lily, who, if you ask her, had spent way too much time making sure everything was ready to leave it to Sirius to fuck anything up. Sirius had been losing his collective shit for the last week leading up to the wedding.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. You've been ready since your parents told you about their wedding when you were seven," Lily mocked with a wave of her hand before she looked out the door. "Let's go. The music is going to start soon and you know that he will be pissed if you aren't there waiting for him."

"Yeah, I know."

James shrugged on his suit jacket and tugged on the lapels with one last look in the mirror before he buttoned it and followed Lily out of the door. The double doors were held open for him and his father was waiting at the end of the aisle right in front of the altar. James turned back to Lily, who gave him an easy smile and James couldn't have been happier about what he was about to do.

He stood up at the altar with his father unable to contain his smile. The music started and all attention was focused back on the double doors. James' heart was doing flips in his chest in anticipation. Remus walked down the aisle with Lily first, then Pandora by herself. Little Luna and Harry walked down next, with Luna throwing the rose petals everywhere she saw fit and Harry holding on to the rings like his life depended on it. They were the most adorable twins that James had ever seen and he loved to babysit them when Lily and Pandora wanted to have a night out.

The music changed and James held his breath as he looked back at the double doors to see the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. Regulus was whispering to his brother before he looked up and caught James' eye and smiled fully. James melted instantly and it was a surprise that his knees didn't give out underneath him. Regulus and Sirius made their way up the aisle and James stopped breathing altogether when Regulus was in front of him. James figured that Lily and Pandora would have put makeup on him but he didn't expect the stars that adorned the corners of Regulus' eyes.

Sirius was saying something to him but James couldn't hear him over the litany of Regulus, Regulus, Regulus going on in his head. It took a minute and somebody smacking him upside the back of his head before he came back to the present and glared at Sirius who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You can ogle him after you are married," Sirius laughed before adding, "preferably when I'm not in the room."

Yeah, yeah," James mumbled before Regulus turned towards his brother for a second.

"You know, Siri. I'll make it my mission to have him ogle me especially when you're in the room."

Sirius gagged and shook his head, probably to dispel the thought before he stood next to James and Regulus took his spot in front of him.

"That won't be a hard mission, love," James whispered before he pressed a chaste kiss to Regulus' cheek.

Monty cleared his throat to get everybody's attention. The church was quiet aside from Monty speaking and the low music playing in the background. James couldn't hear any of it as he watched Regulus as if his life depended on it.

"James," Regulus said quietly as he laid his hand on James' cheek, pulling him from his albeit, increasingly dirty thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Your vows," Regulus chuckled before he glanced around at everybody waiting with bated breath for James to speak.

"Oh, oh yeah. Sorry," James laughed nervously as he ran his hand along the back of his neck.

They had written their own vows and Regulus hadn't heard them yet, actually, nobody had heard them yet and James didn't know why that was. He supposed that he wanted to keep it a surprise. James pulled out the piece of paper, simply for something to hold onto. He had them memorised. James looked at the paper for a minute and changed his mind, putting it back in his suit jacket and grabbing a hold of Regulus' hands instead. Regulus smiled sweetly.

"Regulus," James stopped and cleared the lump in his throat before he continued. "Regulus. When I was younger, I had always pictured my wedding and the love story that I wished that I would have. I used to wish that I could have a love story like my parents did but that didn't happen like I had planned when I was a mere seven years old. I had always thought I would marry a nice girl and live in a big city full of life but as soon as I met you, that dream changed. You came out of nowhere and I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't expecting you."

James smiled easily before he continued again, gripping onto Regulus' hands tighter, "You challenged everything that I thought I knew about love and relationships and I am forever grateful that you did. Yes, we had our ups and downs, but what couple doesn't? What I'm trying to say is that if I had been given the chance to go back and have the life I thought I was going to have, I would have told whoever gave me that opportunity to shove it up their ass. You are the love of my life and I couldn't imagine spending another day without you in it. I love you, Starlight and I will always love you until the day I day and in every lifetime after that. There is no getting rid of me now."

Regulus chuckled lightly and James beamed so bright that he could probably light up the entire church from it.

"I have no intention of it, mon soleil."

The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch and James couldn't be happier to call Regulus his husband now.

Also on Ao3: To Have and To Hold

#marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fanfiction #regulus x james #sirius orion black #jegulus microfic

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Harry Potter characters I headcanon somewhere on both/either the Aromantic or a Asexual Spectrums as retribution for the fact Lord Voldemort is literally the only aspec character in the series(as much as I love the books few people talk about how Aphobic they are)

Charlie Weasley: a classic. Charlie is the second oldest Weasley and the only not-dead Weasley child to have never been married. I headcanon him as both Aromantic and Asexual. Non-partnering obviously.

Harry Potter himself: Harry has very few crushes for an alloromantic/allosexual boy his age. This is actually pretty common in fiction because books generally do not have enough page time for getting into that many crushes/minor attractions, but for my purposes he is both greyromantic and greysexual.

Hermione Granger: This one is mostly based on vibes. I headcanon her as demisexual.

Sirius Black: Sirius is never canonically confirmed to have any romantic relationships. He also had a very close relationship with James, his best friend. “Do you remember who his best friend was?” “Naturally,” said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here — ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!” “Harry had the distinct impression that Sirius was the only one for whom James would have stopped showing off.” “Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed”“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell — also, Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.” “This is a two-way mirror, I've got the other one of the pair. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.” I headcanon that he and James had a queerplatonic relationship. Obviously they wouldn’t have called it that because it was the 70s, but just because there’s no word for an experience doesn’t mean it didn’t exist prior to the word describing it.

Minerva McGonagall: She doesn’t have a love interest in the books I headcanon her as aroace and aplatonic

Albus Dumbledore: The man fell in love once and then never again. Some say that was only because he was traumatized by Gely, which is true, but Aro people can have relationship trauma and that doesn’t invalidate their identities. He is greyromantic. This has nothing to do with the fact he is one of my favorite characters.

Luna Lovegood: I think a character named “lovegood” being Aromantic is funny. Romance repulsed.

Remus Lupin: I headcanon him as asexual, no reason, just vibes. I think he was a afraid of having sex for a long time, and was feeling meh about what was happening during Teddy’s conception. Not that he doesn’t love Tonks deeply, he does, he’s just indifferent to sex for the most part.

#Post #lgbt headcanons #harry potter #sirius black #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #hermione granger #luna lovegood #remus lupin

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Bro if you're able can you do sirius black x female reader, they're both stupidly drunk and sirius is trying to teach y/n traditional dancing like a waltz or something. Idiot james walks in and is like oh well done pads you finally told her about that crush then, cue drunken blushing awkward sirius with homicidal tendencies towards james bubbling up and reader is like sirius calm down don't kill him you should thank him cuz now I feel brave enough to confess that I like you and if it weren't for james we'd both have kept our mouths shut so really we should be thanking james. And then the two drunk idiots thank james and James is just so smug and proud of himself

(Don't worry if you have too many requests to do, like it blows my mind how much you manage to write like honestly I'm astounded so if you don't have time for this request that's honestly fine. P.s I love your writing and make sure you take some time to take care of yourself 💚)

He loves you silly...and she loves you dingus

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: While Sirius teaches Y/n how to dance James makes a surprise appearance, and his slight misunderstanding of the scene leads to some confessions

Warnings: swearing, first kiss ish (you'll understand at the end), drunk reader and sirius, drunken confessions, getting together, best friends to lovers, James being unapologetically James x

A/n: 1.1k words, aww thank you so much, don't worry i'm taking care of myself x thank you for the request, enjoy!

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“No Siri…Siri…ow” your hands slip when you try to sit up and make your point, causing you to fall face first into the mattress

“You good darling?” Sirius asks although it’s more like a laugh, his arms looping around your body to pull you up

You lean into him, back now against his chest as you look around “No I’m upset” you whine a small giggle escaping your lips near the end

“Why?” he matches your energy, his tone almost teasing in your drunken states

There a delay in your response, only a few seconds, but each of you savour them. You were definitely drunk, moving from a fifty-fifty chance of remembering to zero pretty quickly. Drunk enough that both of you were slipping with your act in hiding your respective feelings and being just friends

“I can’t dance Siri!” you exclaim, pouting like it was the end of the world

“What kind of dancing?” he inquires, holding you a little closer before he taps your nose, heart-warming at the scrunch

You trace his face with your eyes

“Ballroom” you say, shifting around on the bed, grabbing his hands in yours making them dance around “Like the waltz and…the…the waltz” you repeat…even in your sober state you wouldn’t remember any dances

He chuckles sweetly at you “I can do the waltz and the the waltz” he makes fun earning a playful shove but you grow excited when his words register fully

“Really?!” you move onto your knees, bouncing up and down on the bed

He could have kissed you there and then, he should kiss you…but as usual he’s too scared

“Yeah, come on darlin”

He not so gracefully climbs off the bed, almost falling flat on his face but acts like he didn’t and holds out his hand

You do something similar to him, pretty much falling into his chest, and you both burst into giggles

“Still with me darlin?” he cups your face, checking to make sure you hadn’t become too drowsy for this

You give a firm nod, eyes a little glassy and he could trick his mind into thinking you where admiring him, really admiring him in the way he was you

You let out a hum “Perfect” you almost whisper, a double meaning as you meet those stormy eyes of his “Now teach me” you bounce on the balls of your feet

He smiles at your enthusiasm

“Okay darling, take my hand and…place the other on my shoulder” he gently instructs and you do as he says, face warming as his hand slips down to your waist

“Now what” you ask, chests brushing

“Watch our feet” he looks down, you wearing his socks with little dogs on them and he wearing yours with little bunnies on them “As my foot steps forward yours steps back, so pretty much you are doing the opposite of mine…” he half explains, when you were sober he’d teach you properly for now this will do

You follow his instructions, mirroring his moments, both of you laughing and teasing each other as you go.

Your eyes were fixed on your feet while Sirius’ was on your face. Observing the way you bite your lip in concentration, looking so beautiful just like you always did. In that moment, once again, he felt the urge to kiss you, any part of you, and he succumbs to it just a little

As his lips meet your forehead the door opens revealing a James “Oh that’s where you two got too” he says when he first sees you before noticing the position

Sirius’ nose in your hair, lips against on your forehead, holding each other close in a small waltz

“Oh finally told her! About time…” he chuckles shaking his head “…thought he’d never confess”

His laugh and grin fades seeing your eyes widen and Sirius give him a death glare, his mouth dropping open as he realises what he just did

“Con…” you hiccup, drunken state catching up with you “Confess?” you look up at Sirius with a huge grin on your face, detangling yourself from him

James cracks a smile too, he knew you liked him back but the confirmation still made his heart warm, although the smile was laced with nerves as Sirius looked like he was going to kadvra him

“Y/n” Sirius doesn’t and won’t look at you, too scared to see your reaction “Umm” his cheeks slowly going red “The thing…thing…I” as he struggles to even form a sentence

James can’t help but laugh at the normally smooth-talking boy reduced to incoherent noises and babbles as he gets all flustered. His sniggers finally pull Sirius away from his embarrassment though

“I’m going kill you” he steps forward but is quickly stopping by two hands clasping around his wrist

“Leave him…” another hiccup “…be” you say, a lazy smile on your face

“But…” Sirius turns back to look at you, doing a double take when he realises your smiling “..but…” he can’t help smiling

“But nothin” you pull him towards you, an adorable angry pout on your face

He wiggles his arm out of your grip and cups your cheeks “Why shouldn’t I kill him?” he asks with a grin, slowly inching his face forward, both of you completely forgetting James who wishes he brought popcorn…or maybe the others to watch…or even just a camera

“Because if he didn’t say anything then I wouldn’t know you liked me” you smile, nudging your nose with his

“I don’t like you” he corrects and although his heart aches at your sad look he knows you’ll be happy in a second “I love you silly, always have….” he kisses your forehead “always will”

The way your face lights up again makes him fall in love all over again, although he doesn’t have much time to admire it as you launch forward and peck his lips again and again, words slipping out between kisses

“I…love…you…too…dingus”

You start giggling during the kisses which have been getting progressively longer until eventually Sirius holds your face in place so he can properly snog you.

James smirked as he leant on the doorframe. The kiss wasn’t the perfect drunken moviesque kind, it was messy, real, yet it remained sweet to watch especially after the countless years of mutually oblivious pining.

He raises an eyebrow as he watches you both stumble towards the bed, wondering if he should leave or maybe even stop you both. Luckily Sirius and yourself seem to be growing tired the moment your bodies collide the mattress, kisses getting slower, until eventually you and he are whispering soft sweet nothings, promising dates and finally goodnights as you drift off.

James smiles at the scene moving to help tuck you both in before he realises something. You and Sirius had snuck off during the parties on more than one occasion and He would usually find you both cuddled up in Sirius’ bed by morning just like this.

He lets out a couple of chuckles at the notion of how many times you and his friend had liked confessed only to forget in the morning, and it was this thought which led him to grab a quill and quickly scribble a note on both yours and Sirius’ arm so you didn't forget

He loves you silly

and she loves you dingus

Thank you for reading 💛

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trashland-llamas · 1 year

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Grrrr?

Sequel to Meow?

Remus kept feeling something was off about their feline friend. There was something oddly human about it's mannerisms, lately acting like it had a crush on him. More hot and cold than the usual cat. 'Remus!' Head popping up in the direction of Sirius' voice. Confused, he followed Sirius' glance, jumping back when he realized he'd over-poured the usual amount of milk needed for his cereal. 'What's got you so out of focus?' James piped in. 'Have you notice anything weird about that black cat that appears out of nowhere around us?' Sirius pretended to ignore him, making the decision to not interfere as he couldn't reveal his brother's secret. Wasn't his place either. 'Beside it being awfully loving towards you? Not really, why?' James' response did nothing to quell his nerves. 'Speak of the devil.' Sirius met Regulus' cat eye, a silent conversation happening between the brothers. The conversation dissolving into thin air.

Regulus' nerves were noticeable to his friends, causing them to ask more questions. 'Lily said she never saw you in the library yesterday.' Severus deadpanned. Raising an eyebrow when Regulus coughed, scrambling to slam a textbook over his parchment. 'Realized I had already done the potions essay when I got there, went to the black lake instead.' Biting his tongue so he didn't release the elongated hiss he wanted to. 'Okay.' Severus walked away, aloof as ever. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' Whispering to himself, Regulus quickly ran to his dorm. Dumping all his books onto his desk, except for the parchment. 'Better not be in there for an hour!' Barty shouted, banging on the bathroom door for effect.

'Follow me.' Remus read aloud the parchment in the cat's mouth. 'I better not end up getting murdered because of this.' Once again with the oddities, the cat's shoulders moved up and down as if it were laughing at him. Sirius, knowing of his brother's plan, watched the map. James giving him a confused look when he flailed his feet before throwing himself back on his bed. Proudly thinking to himself, 'my brother's getting himself a boyfriend!' He'd definitely be pinching the younger's cheeks the next time he saw him. Taking a trail familiar to Remus, they stopped halfway before reaching the Weeping Willow. Regulus directing them out of sight from the Slytherin's entry window, only wanting Remus to see what he was about to reveal. Nudging the werewolf's wrist, directing him to turn the parchment. It explained what was about to happen.

As Remus looked up from the parchment, he watched as the cat turned human. Fur shooting back into the skin, back straightening from his crouched position. 'Regulus? You're the cat.' Remus' face turned red as all the affection he's lavished the cat with came to the forefront of his memory. 'I know this is quite the shock, there's a reason why I'm showing you this.' Glad Remus hadn't ran like he thought he would when his brain short circuited. 'I like you, a lot and I'm not just saying that. I truly mean it but I understand that you only know the cat version of me.' Regulus' hands moving sporadically as he spoke as he carefully chose his words. He swore he'd have Bella remove his memory if he screwed this up, the embarrassment would be that bad.

Remus picking up on the double meaning of Regulus' confession cleared his throat. This quickly silenced the younger. 'I wouldn't mind dating you but we have to start off as friends. I think I'm owed that much.' Nodding, Regulus walked Remus back to his dorm, waving goodbye as he sneaked back to deal with a lecture from Barty. 'Did you know?' Remus tone accusatory.

'Only since last week, James has no clue. I wanted to tell you but wasn't my place.'

'I get it, I truly do. But I still hate you for it.' That sentence being the last Remus displayed regarding his anger. Well, that plus some silent treatment that Sirius took like a champ. The two still keeping James and Peter in the dark though.

#hp series #hp marauders #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #moonwater #moonseeker #animagus #animagi #not x reader #pt. 2

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tiffanytoms · 1 year

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Helloooooo, I know you’ve been having a break (deservedly so😌) however….. I went to a magic Mike show in London today and all I could think about was “imagine James and Lily in this situation” I mean I’m no writer so I don’t know how the story line would go, obviously James dancing on stage and then lily in the audience, maybe Sirius tries to set them up after the show because he sees how much James fancies her? And we all know Sirius would love to show himself off so he could of course be on stage too😍😂 so my question is, would you ever consider writing maybe a one shot based around this? Or know anyone who would be willing? As I can no longer get this out of my head and will be thinking about this for dayyysssss😂😂

Girl, your request possessed me today 🤪 Next time save me a seat!

I give you...

🕺🏻 Magic James ✨

Fic below the cut!

James

“Pads, I’m going to fucking murder you—“

“How is this my fault?”

“Because all of this was your bloody idea!” James Potter cried out to his best friend while covered in baby oil and wearing ridiculously tight football shorts. James loved playing football, and he was good at it too, so he would know that wearing these shorts would actually not make any sense at all in the real world. How were you supposed to properly tackle if you were afraid you’d tear your kit and accidentally show everyone your skivvies in the process?

But that was neither here nor there. Because these were exactly the kind of football shorts you wore if you were a stripper at Magic Mike in London — because that was exactly the point. The more skivvies you showed off — or better yet, bare arsecheeks — the more popular you were.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you voluntarily signed up with me and made a shit ton of cash every weekend for the past—”

“I just wanted to be supportive!” James rebutted, his voice going up an octave. Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth (he’d always been a bit of a showoff and he knew he had the body to match), but it was at least partially true. Ever since Sirius’ terrible parents had cut him off financially, Sirius had needed to find inventive ways to make money so he could stay in university with James. James had offered to just pay his tuition for him, but Sirius had been much too proud to accept that. So James did the second best thing — he went to his jobs with him.

So that was the story of how James Potter found himself stripping on a Saturday night, some 30 or so odd kilometers from campus, presently losing his goddamn mind. You see, while James had a ton of fun dancing for cash while making ladies of all ages incredibly giddy — he still sort of wanted to keep his naughty little hobby a secret. So imagine his horror when he spotted his crush, the gorgeous redhead from his organic chemistry class that he hadn’t been able to shut up to his friends about for weeks, sitting front row in the middle of a bachelorette party. (Not hers at least — thank fuck.)

“Tcha. Sure,” Sirius teased, adjusting the silly, leather, fingerless gloves he was sporting. While James had been branded the jock of the performers, Sirius’ ensemble had more of a ‘bad boy’ vibe. James had doubled over laughing for a solid five minutes the first time he’d seen him backstage in it. “Look, maybe she won’t even recognize you—” It was the wrong thing to say to poor, frazzled James, because the only thing worse than Lily recognizing him would be if she didn’t even care enough about him to remember his existence and didn’t. Sirius, best mate that he was, realized his mistake and pivoted. “Okay. Remember that thing you’re always telling me about how you get in the zone when you play football and nothing else matters?”

“Yeah?” James asked confused, really not seeing the correlation here. It wasn’t like he could just dribble around Evans and score.

“So… just do that. Don’t overthink it, just do what you do best: perform, fuck your opponents up, show no mercy, and dominate.”

James felt like his brain had just melted hearing all his usual sports tricks being used in reference to… her. “You want me to dominate Evans?”

“No, not like that!” Sirius’ expression changed from exasperated to contemplative. “I mean, maybe. If you think she’d be into that—”

“Okay, worst pep talk ever—”

“Prongs, mate,” Sirius said, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Stop stressing. You love this gig; I know you do. And you said it yourself that you don’t know how to break the ice with this girl, right? Well, guess what?” James groaned at the inevitable conclusion to this thought process. “This will be the best icebreaker ever.” Sirius gave James a good ol’ spank on the bum. “Have fun, go wild.” He winked. “Give her a show she won’t forget.”

Fuck my life.

Lily

“Is that… Sirius Black?” Lily’s friend and roommate Mary asked, far too excitedly, by her side after a boy their age walked on stage. The corny, overdramatic announcer had just proclaimed that it was actually, ‘PAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOOOTTTT!’ but everyone knew that was just a silly stage name.

“I doubt our classmates have secret side gigs as strippers, Mare,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth be told, she really hadn’t wanted to come here. These kinds of shows just weren’t her thing, but Frank was her best friend, and Alice was the love of his life — so she was trying to put in the effort by attending her bachelorette party.

Mary had also given her a pep talk after Lily had lamented how degrading this was to the men, saying, ‘Lils. Are you serious? These guys love their jobs. They get paid to have women ogle their physiques and go crazy over them. Even the gay ones get a massive ego boost and get paid to dance and then check out their boyfriends when they perform. It’s really not that deep. Leave your gender studies minor at school and have fucking fun! I promise you, none of them had a gun pointed to their heads when they took this job. Stop being so judgy and let the men do what they wanna do!’ Truthfully, that had put Lily in her place. Just because she wouldn’t be caught dead stripping, didn’t mean that other people felt the same way and couldn’t find it liberating.

“No, that’s definitely him. I’d recognize that bum anywhere,” Mary responded, eyes still glued to the stage.

“Oh my god, I think it is him,” Lily agreed, hiding her giggle behind her hand. Black was a bit of an enigma across campus, being one of the best looking students there, but always seeming too brooding and untouchable to approach. One of the only things that softened and humanized him was his best friend, Potter. With bright eyes, an easy laugh, and a presence that could light up even her most dreary of least favorite classes, Potter was hard to miss. So if Potter, an endless ray of sunshine, found Black to be a good best mate, Lily found that it spoke volumes of his character.

The crowd started going wild as Black, definitely the hottest dancer they’d had yet, started walking around the stage, clearly feeling at home in tight jeans and a vest. Was the look a lot? Yes. Was it simultaneously hot and showing off every inch of his gorgeous body? Also fucking yes.

Lily giggled as she felt herself loosening up, slowly becoming just as invested in this sexy little game of make-believe as all of her friends. She knew Black. He was one of the most stubborn men she’d ever met. No one would ever tell him what to do… so if he was here… He wanted to be here.

When he passed by her and practically twerked his ass in her face, she laughed her own ass off and put a five pound note in his g-string.

“There we go, Lils!” Mary cheered next to her, already having slapped his butt twice like she was playing the bongo drums. Lily guessed it was the reason Sirius seemed to be spending so much time on their side of the stage.

“I’m going to get another drink! Want one?” Lily yelled over the screams as she excused herself, needing a small breather from all the action. Mary was far too enthralled by the show to pay her any mind.

As much as Sirius was a great dancer, Lily was a bit embarrassed about where seeing him on stage was making her mind wander. Because, if she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Sirius up there, she wanted to see her goofy, ridiculous (-ly fit) lab partner strutting his stuff. For the first few weeks of class, she’d found him too cocky and a bit annoying, but the more she hung out with him, the more she realized all that arrogance was a mask for how adorably frazzled he got around her. It was a completely insane scenario, because he looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth, but whatever. She’d often find him staring at her during lectures (and then kick himself) and making up the most ludicrous reasons to talk to her. She knew he was smart, but he’d still ask her for help with lab work. Of course she’d help him, but both of them knew it was all a secret rouse to hang out. Lily just hoped he would eventually work up the nerve to ask her out soon.

(And in the meantime, she was going to the university football games just to catch a glimpse of him playing. He was good. Like really good. He also seemed to go into some sort of fugue state when he played, completely in the zone, so Lily never even had to worry that he’d spot her in his crowd of admirers.)

Basically, Lily was a chicken. And she knew it.

Alas, that’s a problem to sort through another time, she thought as she returned to her seat, exorbitantly expensive drink in tow.

She’d just sat back down next to Mary, who was fanning herself off, when the announcer’s voice blared through the speakers once more: “And next, we have the incredible, looking damn edible, PRRRROOOOOONGGGGSSSSS!”

The next few seconds passed in a weird sort of blur as a few things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, the fittest crush she’d ever had walked out on stage to Sam Smith’s “Unholy” wearing a generic football uniform with a ball tucked under his arm causing Lily to think that perhaps she’d fallen on the steps and hit her head — now dreaming about what she actually wanted to see. Secondly, Mary turned to her and exclaimed, “No fucking way!” the most pleased grin ever plastered on her face. Mary had spent far too many drunken nights hearing Lily lamenting over her crush of the nerdy footballer, so as far as she was concerned, the sooner the two gave in to their obvious attraction to each other and actually went out, the better. Thirdly… damn, Potter was really good at doing little football party tricks. Never letting the ball touch the ground, he’d bounced it on what seemed like every one of his delectable body parts, all while ripping off his shirt.

Oh. My. God.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Lily swore time stood still as the thin — obviously pre-torn, but who the hell cared — fabric of his top gave way to reveal his glistening (why is it glistening?!) chest in the dazzling lights of the stage as he kept, miraculously, bouncing that damn ball. Honestly, Lily didn’t know what to be more impressed with: his fucking toned as hell body, or his obvious skill that came from years and years of loving the sport. It was hot that he’d committed so much time and effort into something. Lily really wanted to be the next thing he committed effort into — his next fucking obsession.

She also really wanted him to get off the stage so she could ogle him all by herself, preferably in the comfort and privacy of her own flat. Now. Please and thank you.

“Put your panties back on…” Mary drawled at her side, completely over the moon to have caught Lily in such a horny state.

“Shut up,” Lily shot back, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t dreaming. Her throat had gone dry as all of her body’s moisture had somehow all drained… elsewhere. Get it the fuck together, Evans. He’s a human. Show him a little respect.

But looking at his body as he did a bicycle kick to rid himself of his prop ball and then somehow jumped forward onto his feet when he’d just been laying flat on his back… maybe she wanted to retract that statement. This man was many things… but a damsel in distress in need of her honorable gaze in order to protect his virtue was not one of them. This man was hot as fuck — he knew it… and he wanted her to relish it.

And who was Lily to not play along with that?

His eyes landed on her a second later, and Lily swore that she felt her heart as it skipped a beat. His almost shy smile to his trainers as he threw himself into a daring front flip and landed into some sort of unnatural humping position, held up entirely by his upper half, only amplified all of her stomach’s butterflies.

“Are you fucking… Lily. Lily fucking Evans…” Mary hissed beside her. “Look at him. LOOK AT HIM! If you don’t shag this man in the next five minutes, I swear to—“

Mary didn’t get to finish her sentence, because in the next moment, right after James had finished making Lily desperately pray to the heavens above that she could be reincarnated into a very specific section of laminate, the DJ had switched the song. The whole vibe of the club changed as a very sultry beat came on, Ashlee’s “Alone With You,” and James walked right to the very edge of the stage, and offered her his open palm.

Her. Offered her. Lily looked at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb.

“Go!” Mary roared as she shoved Lily forward into James’ awaiting grasp.

Lily allowed James to pull her onto the stage, eyes wide and heart thudding madly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

Sure, she’d been around him plenty of times before, but chest to (oily, glistening, fucking naked) chest seemed very different. He still had the same eyes off course, promising mischief — but now it was impossible not to know exactly what sort of mischief he was foretelling with those golden specks, glowing in a sea of hazel warmth. His smirk that she’d interpreted as perfectly wholesome before was downright filthy now, and his hair that had looked so windswept in the past currently mocked her former innocence with how obviously it screamed sex. She wanted to run her hands through it, she wanted to pull it, she wanted to absolutely destroy it as she rode him, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she came around him.

Who the fuck was she and what did this magical place do to her?

“You okay with this?” he asked her as he walked backwards, leading her to the center of the stage, clearly about to incorporate her body into his routine if she’d let him.

She couldn’t wait. “Do your worst,” she answered, deciding, fuck it, she was all in.

James’ face contorted between shock, glee, and unmitigated lust all in the span of two seconds. “You sure?” he whispered, body lithe and bare and hers. So hers right here in front of her. He had this errant, dark lock on his forehead, all but challenging Lily to sink her fingers into his hair and muss everything up even further. Why are you so obsessed with his hair right now?

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, Potter.” Lily wasn’t sure where it came from, but she was sure she’d never meant a sentence more.

James smirked, coming completely into his element as he swung Lily around by her hand and caught her spin right in front of chest. “Just keep your body limber, okay?” he hushed into her ear as she was pressed up against him.

Before she even had time to ponder his request, Lily felt James’ large hands — the same ones she’d only briefly touched before as he’d passed her notes and pencils in class — close in around her waist before hoisting her up in the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she supposed that was the point, because a moment later he had her pinned up against a prop wall. There wasn’t an encouraging yell louder than Mary’s in the crowd… and an unknown man’s whooping from backstage.

James did a tantalizing body roll into her, making Lily gasp as she felt his hips lighting up every inch of her core. When she’d put on leggings earlier in the night, she’d been thinking about her comfort during an uncomfortable night out on the town — not donning the perfect clothing to feel her crush’s pelvis as it crashed rhythmically into her own in front of an entire audience.

“All right, Evans?” James asked as he pushed his hips into her further, making her eyelids flutter closed and keeping her steady against the wall so he could grab her left wrist, and then her right, pinning both of them next to her head. Lily didn’t know she needed this rough manhandling in her life until she was literally experiencing it. He was tossing her around like she was a rag doll and she was loving it. His breathing was coming in hot and heavy on the side of her throat, and she had to wonder if it was club protocol for dancers to actually start kissing their marks. Sure, it was only the soft, gentle start of a neck hickey, but the sensation still had her squirming against him, trying to fight herself from moaning his name as his clutch around her wrists tightened. He had to be getting off on this move too. He had to be.

The lyrics of the song talked about not letting him stop right there, and Lily vehemently agreed. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. She couldn’t wait to see what she could push him to do next. “Is that all you got?”

He smirked at her goading, pulling back before sliding her upwards against the wall so he could sneak his shoulders underneath her thighs, pulling her knees behind him as he propped the apex of her legs right in front of her face. Her hands instinctually dug into his unruly locks — in order to steady herself on this precarious perch, or because this move was clearly meant to simulate oral sex and that’s exactly where her hands would find themselves if he’d been doing this for real, she wasn’t at liberty to say. All she knew was that a few seconds later, she felt one strong hand gripping her thigh, keeping her safely in place above him, and another on the small of her back for balance as he spun them from the wall, bringing them back to centerstage. Damn, he’s strong… And fuck did she want to actually be feeling this. As hot as the tease was, as warm as his breath was soaking right through the thin cotton fabric of her leggings, she wanted more, she needed more. She could so easily imagine him tearing her clothes off, ridding her of these pesky barriers, and plunging his tongue deep into where she really wanted it.

How was he making her feel this way? How was he getting her all hot and bothered like this in public?

Her consciousness broke through her lecherous thoughts as she realized just how blinding the stage lights were. It was very different to be staring at James — whose aura could completely drown out the screams of horny ecstasy roaring all around them — than at a white wash alerting her that she was currently a main character in this spectacle happening on a stage being illuminated from above.

As if sensing her concern, James shrugged her off of his shoulders immediately, catching her around his chest before lowering both of them to the floor. For a second, it was just them again, Lily’s mind traveling to some far off scenario where she’d actually had the nerve to ask James out on a date, it had gone well, and they were celebrating together in her bed. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. He was holding his upper body weight off of her making his biceps bulge, caging them in together, but his hips were back to resting against hers as if he truly couldn’t resist her. She had to wonder if the growing hardness she felt there was all a part of the act, or if it was actually just him.

Her eyebrow raised as she caught his gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. “You all right, Potter?” Staying still, just staring at each other, had to be bad for business. She had a growing suspicion that neither one of them cared.

He looked almost sheepish. “Shut it, Evans.”

In a mortifying moment, Lily realized he’d seen just how envious she’d been of the floor earlier when he started repeating the same damn humping motion, holding himself up above her as he used his ab muscles to lower his hips and legs down over her body in a snaking motion again, and again. The coordination it took… the core strength… the way it’s rubbing his clearly hard cock against me over and over.

Lily Evans was a fucking goner for this man. Just as she was admiring one of his football injuries on his collarbone, wondering if she’d get kicked out of the club for kissing it (what could she say? Mary’s yells from the sidelines were making her feel awfully brazen), James fully dropped his body weight on top of her and rolled them over so Lily was straddling his lap. One of his hands found purchase on her hip, encouraging her to grind on him.

“Ride me, Evans,“ he cooed as he found his footing beneath him, bucking his pelvis up and down in waves.

He was so fucking hot. Lily’s hands started on his abs, his unnaturally well defined abs, as his first action had taken her by surprise and she’d needed to stabilize herself (okay, fine, and she really wanted to touch those perfect, perfect abs), but she found herself wanting more intimacy the longer he kept rocking her on top of himself. Even though his free hand was pushing one of hers up his chest, urging her to feel every cut ridge and ripple of his oiled up body, she had her own ideas of what she wanted. Grabbing the hand on her hips, she peeled his fingers off of her and trailed them up her waist, grazing the side of her breast, before she interlocked her fingers with him between their bodies. Their eyes locked, understanding dawning on his face, as he switched up the positioning of their other hands and did the same, squeezing her palms into his own. Something changed in his eyes then, she guessed in both of theirs, as if he too was suddenly living the exact same scenario as she was where this could be real, she could be saucily rolling her body on top of him for real — if only they had the balls to do something about it.

“Go out with me, Potter,” she panted. She didn’t know if it was her actual feelings, or the booze, or the nerves, or her fucking riled up hormones (so ready to fuck the shit out of this boy), but whatever it was, she was so friggin’ glad she’d finally had the guts to just ask.

James’ hips stilled, dropping Lily flat on top of him with an ‘Oof!’

“Are you serious?!” he cried out, oh so fucking happy. He didn’t let her wallow in the terrifying possible connotations of that question for too long, because before she knew it, he’d pulled her the rest of the way down to his level, and kissed her soundly as one of his hands buried in her hair.

“Ehhh… let’s give it up for PRRRROOOONGGGSS!?” the announcer’s voice declared as chaos descended upon the club. About two hundred women had just witnessed one of the sexiest dancers planting a life-altering smooch on an audience member and were now clamoring to be next.

“Oy, shit head! Get off the stage!” Lily broke free from James’ kiss and looked back to see Sirius staring at them incredulously behind the curtain. A moment later, James jumped to his feet and dragged her backstage with him. “What the hell were you—” he stopped himself short and interjected a jovial little, “Hi, Evans,” for her sake.

“Hi, Black,” Lily replied awkwardly, not really knowing where things were supposed to go from here.

“Glad you finally threw this guy a bone. Things were getting pretty desperate,” Sirius said casually before turning back to James. “You’re probably fired, you know that?”

“Yeah…” James replied, cutely running a hand through his hair. Lily noticed his other hand remained firmly interlocked with hers. “I don’t really care though?”

Sirius rolled his eyes before walking back to the dressing room to get ready for his next set. “Tosser!” he yelled over his shoulder.

James turned back to Lily, his eyes glowing with possibilities. “So…” he began awkwardly. Cutely. Wonderfully. “You wanna maybe get out of here?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, fighting off a shit-eating grin herself. “Absolutely.”

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I hope it was everything you hoped for! ♥️

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findroleplay · 6 months

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I only RP on Discord. 21+ peas and ques.

About me: Izzy, She/they, 23 I'm looking for people who can write 2-5 paragraphs using functional grammar. I'm not looking for perfect I just gotta know what you're saying. I only write in the third person and ask that you do the same when writing with me. I work full-time in the school system (yikes I know) and I'm also a college student (double yikes) SO response times may vary. I try to respond daily but sometimes life gets extra lifey and it's once a week. Please do not bug me for responses that being said I am more than happy to have some OOC chit-chat in the meantime. In fact, I love OOC chit-chatting with my RP buddies. Tell me about the books your reading, yummy food, movies or tv shows you're watching. Rec some music. Share the cute fur babies. Seriously I love it and totally do think of my RP partners as friends. By all means, if this isn't your thing tell me to piss off. That's fine. OK Back on track. Plots: I love to write romance, slice of life, action, mystery, adventure, hurt/comfort, crack, fluff, angst, spice. Like all of the things blended into one. I like to have a dynamic plot loosely figured out and then just continue to build on it as we develop characters and their dynamics. I write both OCxCC and CCxCC NO OCXOC sorry! Fandoms I write for are:

Marvel (MCU and Comics): I’m open to OCxCC, CCxCC, ABO, and Poly in this one I love world-building and meshing MCU canon with comic Canon and our own idea’s as well. If we’re doing CCXCC I do have a preference of M/M pairings but I am open to some M/F and F/F and other paring combinations.

Harry Potter (Marauders Era after graduation only): I’m open OCxCC and CCXCC I adore world-building for this one and bending Canon to fit our liking. I do also prefer to have multiple characters and moving parts in these plots in the background.

Criminal Minds: I’m open OCxCC, CCXCC. ABO and Poly ship here as well. I like to have a nice blend of slice of life and other things with a little bit of casework. Basically the reverse to what the show gave us.

Supernatural: I’m just looking for OCxCC here uhmm it’s been a hot minute since I’ve roleplayed this fandom. I think I’ve seen up to season ten for sure? I am planning on finishing it soon. I think my OC would pair up nicely with Dean or Cas but I’m open to your suggestions as well.

Some other less common fandoms I write are: WWE Yellowstone 911 Lonestar LOTR/Hobbit Almighty Johnsons

Marvel Ships Storm/T'challa Steve Rogers/Wolverine S teve Rogers/Tony Stark Steve Rogers/Clint Barton Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Steve Rogers/Natasha Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Sam Wilson/ Rhodey Sam Wilson/Clint Barton Sam Wilson/Monica Rambue Sam Wilson/ Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson/ T'challa Sam Wilson/Natasha Natasha/Tony Stark Natasha/Matt Murdock Natasha/Bucky Barnes Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse Clint Barton/ Thor Clint Barton/ Phil Coulson Clint Barton/Scott Lang Clint Barton/ Matt Murdock Clint Barton/ Jessica Drew Clint Barton/ Tony Stark Tony/Rhodey Rhodey/Carol Danvers T'Challa/Okoye Okoye/M'baku Polyvengers Criminal Minds Ships Hotch/Emily Hotch/Rossi Hotch/Morgan Morgan/Garcia Morgan/Emily Morgan/Reid Reid/Emily Reid/Rossi Reid/Luke Emily/Tara Emily/Rossi Harry Potter Ships Remus/Sirius James/Lily Remus/Dorcas Meadows Sirius/ Marlene McKinnon Bill/Flure Alice/Frank Longbottom Charlie/Tonks Bill/Tonks Remus/Tonks Crossovers I would be interested in writing. Marvel/Criminal Minds Marvel/Hobbit Marvel/Supernatural Criminal Minds/911 Lonestar Criminal Minds/WWE Other Fun stuff to know I love making playlists, mood boards, Pinterest boards, and just all of the things for RP's, ships, and characters. I'm a menace honestly. If you'd like feel free to message me here or on Discord. Discord: noneherself

#rp #roleplay #marvel rp #harry potter rp #criminal minds rp

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startanewdream · 2 years

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I know you don't believe that is true

From your list 😘

All for you ❤ Based on this scene from The Office!

“I know you don't believe that is true.”

James blinks, not turning away his gaze from the newest edition of Transfiguration Today.

“That sentence doesn’t make any sense,” he says absently (or so he hopes to sound).

Sirius gives him that barking laugh he’s been perfecting all summer. “Moony and Wormtail aren’t here, Mr. James 'I’m over Evans' Prongs, you can just admit it.”

The bookshop is a little too hot in the middle of the summer, so James opens the top button of his shirt; he isn’t sweating out of nervousness after all.

“We are friends, that’s it.”

“A friend you just casually arranged to meet today?”

“The booklist has just arrived, it’s only reasonable—oh, stop giving me this look. We needed to buy stuff, Li—Evans needed to buy her stuff, our shopping day just—”

“Just turned out to be a perfect occasion for a date?”

Now James’ face is flushed, he can’t deny it. “It’s not a date,” he insists. “If it were—I wouldn’t have called you guys.” Trust me, thinks James, though he doesn’t add it.

For a moment, he thinks he rather impressed Sirius with this argument; Sirius seems disconcerted, and James is already celebrating his victory. Then Sirius smirks, the face of a dog who’s just received a good treat.

“So you don’t mind at all that Evans is just behind you?”

His mind yells at him that Sirius is just bluffing, but James can’t control himself; he turns on the spot faster than when he’s apparating, and then all those things he can’t help in the presence of Lily Evans happens at once. Dry mouth, speeding heart, a full Quidditch game happening inside him, and he has to mess up his hair, doesn’t he?

But Lily Evans, face pink and freckled from her summer vacation, hair longer than the last time they saw each other (by the Platform, when she waved at him, flashing him that smile that he replayed over and over), gorgeous in her muggle dress, just grins at him, not seeming to realise how he’s making a fool out of himself.

“TT?” she asks by way of greeting as if they are good friends (which they are, James reminds himself). “Reading an academic journal during summer break? You are such a nerd, Potter.”

He has to smile back, warmth all around him. “Not just a stupid sporty, am I right?”

“You are sporty? I thought you played Quidditch out of Gryffindor duty.”

“Let’s notice you didn’t question my self-declared stupidity.”

Lily laughs, shaking her head, whole face liting up; that’s a good thing, James thinks, because then she can’t notice how he sighs under the sound of her laugh.

Merlin, he isn’t stupid. He’s pathetic.

“You are too clever too be stupid,” declares Lily after a moment. She tilts her head, bites her lips for a moment almost as if she’s considering something, as if she’s waiting for James to say something. Only Lily’s wearing lipstick and the shape of her neck is so tempting and there are no coherent thoughts in his mind. “Did you come—your friends are here?”

James lets out a relieved breath. “Yeah, they—” But when he looks around Sirius isn’t there anymore, and Remus and Peter left the bookshop ages ago. “They are here. In the Diagon Alley, I mean. I swear.” He isn’t sure why he’s babbling, but the place feels too hot now. “I am not alone, I mean, I didn’t—”

It’s a date, laughs Sirius’ voice in his head.

But Lily, bless her, doesn’t seem to notice he’s sweating. “I came with my Mum,” she says calmly. “She stayed in the Leaky Cauldron, though, my sister came with us, and… Petunia is in a hurry.”

She shrugs, but James can notice the lines in her forehead, the tension on her shoulders.

“You know what I was thinking?” He asks, bumping her shoulder lightly. “If I know Remus—”

“You know Remus.”

“—I might just find him by Florean Fortescue, and a day like this begs for ice cream.”

She pretends to consider it, even as they are leaving the bookshop, walking side by side in the crowded street. “Double chocolate ice cream?”

“Triple,” says James gravely. “Plus chocolate chips. And chocolate sauce.”

“You know how to indulge a girl, Potter.” She winks at him. “Nerdy, sporty and a good catch.”

And then she’s smiling at him; there are dozens of people around them, a busy day in Diagon Alley, and yet in the middle of the street, James feels as if there are only him and Lily, and she looks so nice and they are friends but what if her comment isn’t friendly, what if he would just once dive in and feel her lips and maybe, just maybe, she’d kiss him back—

“Hey, Prongs! We got a table!”

His friends have the worst timing in the world.

“Oh, well.” Lily takes a step back, looking suddenly flustered. “You were right, they are here.”

“Yeah.” He hesitates for a second, heart almost jumping out of his chest, and then he asks before he can’t overthink this. “Their table is full, do you wanna—”

“Oh, bugger.” Lily’s frowning now, looking at an older woman coming towards them. “Petunia must be making drama again—I gotta go.”

“Sure.” His hand runs through his hair again.

“I—” Lily seems in conflict for a moment. “I’ll send you an owl later.”

His heart skips a beat. “Yeah?”

“Triple chocolate ice cream, Potter, remember?”

“And chocolate chips,” James mumbles, watching her go away and intercept the woman in the street. They look so alike that James has no doubt that’s her mother.

He turns around, joins his loud friends by the table, where they have a nice view of the street. James' mind is still mushy (ice cream? With Lily? As in a date?), but he notices when Lily she walks close by with her mother towards the exit, and then Mrs Evans throws a curious look at their table before lowering her voice, in a carried whisper.

“So which one is James?”

"Mum!"

A grin finds residence at the corner of his mouth and James is sure that not even his friends' teasing comments will take it down.

#Jily #Rumours starters sentence #James and Lily #writing for the first time in ages #i hope this makes sense <3 #pining James is so pure and soft

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padfootastic · 2 years

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Remus is definitely the most woobified, sugar-coated marauder in fanon. He was so interesting in canon when he was portrayed as a character who was on the good side but with typical villain traits: charismatic manipulator, selfish, gaslighter, etc. His motivations were understandable too. What are your thoughts on him? How do you feel about him in fanon vs canon?

hello 💜 i absolutely agree with you! re remus: i have one super rambly answer here which i still fully stand by. also some more thoughts under a cut so remus fans can skip this one lol

honestly, fanon remus makes me so annoyed i don’t think i can even properly articulate it lol. it’s gotten so bad that people will completely forget how the man acted in the books and then have go and say ‘oh it was completely out of character for him to do x’ when like,,,,no? (i mean, if u don’t care about canon then great, just say that and we’re gucci) like i’ve literally seen people argue him trying to run out on his wife and unborn kid was ooc as if we didn’t get multiple examples of his cowardice (self admitted) and avoidance tactics. like, he was not a saint and he definitely was not a morally upstanding person. he often comes off so much more favourably compared to sirius and james when the man wasn’t any better. all his faults are whitewashed into ‘he was scared of losing the only friends he had’ which is such a shit excuse (even more than the ‘poor werewolf’ one). i once saw someone saying ‘how do you think remus would’ve reacted to harry’s illegal tournament entry’ as an aside to ‘how would sirius have reacted as a free man’ and i remember being completely baffled because…we know how he reacted? which is that he didn’t. the man didn’t even bother to send a letter to harry, didn’t show up before the task when everyone else’s families did, didn’t help him with any of the crises, wasn’t there post graveyard. like, there’s a theme here. remus has no interest in cultivating a relationship with harry (or if he does, he has a very shitty way of showing it). honestly, he’s kind of terrible at relationships in general imo.

i’ve mentioned this before, i think, but also the double standards with which he’s treated coupled with the complete lack of accountability is so frustrating. like, remus can mess up more than anyone else but it’ll never stick. for eg, you’ll have so many people saying sirius treated harry like a second coming of james (and i do blame the movies for that one) but remus’ repeated usage of james as a way to manipulate harry is completely ignored. like that scene in poa is actually cruel. sirius’ forced absence from harry’s life is thrown in his face, but remus is never once questioned. (it’s why him being called a second godfather is a pet peeve of mine tbh). he wasn’t a known werewolf until poa, what the fuck was he doing until then? that’s the thing right, there’s so many gaps in his storyline that u can fill it any way u want. fans will do it favourably, while people like me who don’t like him won’t.

there’s also the whole sirius aspect of it, for me. as far as fictional characters go, i think remus is terrible for sirius. like most people think the exact opposite, yeah? remus is out of sirius’ league, there’s a power dynamic that’s skewed in sirius’ favor, remus’ low self esteem, trust issues blah blah. but i genuinely believe it’ll be sirius who comes off worse in a r/s relationship. so ykno, that just adds to my bias lol.

editing to add: guess it’s the hallmark of a successful manipulative character, though, that he flies under the radar the way he does eh? like that’s the sign of success right there, that he can pull all the shit in the world without it sticking to him so good on him lol

#remus lupin critical #like that man literally tells a 13yo harry that he’s gambling his parents sacrifice away. fuck man. that’s heartless #and it’s not like he did anything to make harry understand why he must be careful. didn’t have one meaningful convo with him did he?#but feels the need to pass judgements like these #i’m sorry if u were expecting a more neutral/balanced answer lol #my dislike for him has exponentially increased in the past few months #i can accept he’s an interesting character bc of how utterly grey he is. but that doesn’t mean i rly like him lol #i think i could’ve? if the remus fandom wasn’t the way it was #clearly they like the fanon version of him better but i just can’t get behind it tbh #it’s just annoying how he’s constantly treated with baby gloves s’all #also!! the fanon view makes it so that the ooc tag is *never* used #so even if u want to escape it u can’t #like i’m sure someone would be like ‘well pen if u don’t like remus just stop reading & bitching?’#but that’s not possible when he’s *everywhere* and u can’t even filter it out lol #and i’m constantly living in the hope that it won’t be that way in a fic #which does happen ngl. just very rarely #pen’s asks

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