officially submitting my first ever entry for @impishtubist âs Sirius & Harry Saturday: a headcanon about baby harry using his crayons to try and draw siriusâ tattoos on himself. (thereâs also protective james and prongsfoot friendship and itâs all quite fluffy)
âHarry! What are you doing?â Sirius leaned forward with a laugh, trying to get a better glimpse of his toddling godson, whoâd stripped down until he was clad only in his diaper.
âLookit Siri, Iâm you!â Harry squealed, finally losing the battle against gravity in his excitement and falling forward. Lucky for him, his godfather knew him enough to be prepared with outstretched arms.
Sirius dangled him mid-air in front of him, hands under his armpits. It was the best vantage point to scrutinise the new additions to his godsonâs previously unmarked skin.
Because, somehow, Harry had gotten his hands on a permanent marker and had drawn all over himself. And not just anything, but very specific artwork that Sirius could recognise instantly, shaky as it was.
âYou know your dadâs gonna kill me, buddy,â Sirius mused absently as he shifted Harryâs weight to one hand and ran one black-tipped nail against the runic figures on his pudgy chest and belly. Well, figures that were attempting to be runic, if he wanted to be accurate. Harryâs hand wasnât steady enough for straight lines, yet, nor was his theoretical knowledge good enough to capture them perfectly even if they were.
âNo, I you, Siri!â Harry repeated stubbornly, and by Merlin, what was the allure of Dark Magic in the face of his adorable godson?
He trailed his finger across the jagged lines on his flank, across his arms, up to his shoulders. There were some unrecognisable scribbles on his upper back, like heâd tried to reach back and color in but couldnât. Of course, he couldnât, Harryâs arms were tiny. But it was clear that he was trying to replicate the antlers on Siriusâ back. Unbidden, his gaze fell to Harryâs wrist and sure enough, there was a messy circle with shapes drawn inside it. It was a valiant effort to recreate his familyâs crest. Sirius could feel his heart-melting out of his pores.
âOh, Harry, you little troublemaker, you,â he cooed, bringing his godson into the circle of his arms to tuck him against his chest, biting his lip at how Harry instantly relaxed into him, head tucked under Siriusâ chin.
âYou like my tattoos, huh? Couldnât wait until you grew up a bit, had to have them right now, is that it?â He continued, slightly bouncing Harry in his arms as he walked back and forth.
âSiri pwetty, Hawwy also pwetty,â Harry babbled from his perch and Siriusâ heart melted.
âDammit, sweetheart, I have a reputation to maintain. You canât go around saying things like that,â he mock-scolded.
âThings like what, Padfoot?â Jamesâ voice entered the conversation and Sirius had to suppress his laughter at what heâd say when he discovered the state his son was in.
âOh, nothing much, Harry just wants to be pretty like me,â Sirius said, special emphasis on the âmeâ. âGuess being a carbon copy of his dad isnât quite cutting it for him anymore.â
He turned to face James as he spoke and couldnât stop the laughter bubbling in him at the expression on his face. Siriusâ words were already pulling a very strong deadpan from him but one look at his son, covered in black squiggles and smudges, and it immediately gave way to one of pronounced horror.
âWhaââ Jamesâ words were more of a strangled wheeze. âPadfoot, what did you do to my son?â
âExcuse you,â Sirius said, offended. âI didnât do anything. This oneâs all Harry. I didnât even know what he was doing until he crawled into the room.â
That didnât seem to help. âOh, baby, I knew I shouldnât have left you alone with Sirius, heâs become rather forgetful in his advanced age, hasnât he?â With an exaggerated frown on his face, James plucked Harry out of Siriusâ arms and settled him in his own. The kid was, as always, overjoyed to be reunited with his father.
Sirius tried hard to hold onto his outrageâhow dare James call him old?âbut it was hard, nigh impossible, when he could see Harry rubbing the top of his head back and forth against Jamesâ jaw, like an adorable little kitten.
âSo, whatâs with-â James ran a hand down Harryâs arm â-all this?â
âHarryâs trying to be like his extremely cool, not-old-at-all godfather.â
James raised a skeptical eyebrow. Sirius ignored him in favour of talking to his godson.
âDonât you worry, love, when youâre old enough, Iâll be right there to take you for your first proper tattoo,â he tapped Harryâs little button nose, making him giggle.
It wasnât enough to mask Jamesâ shocked exhale. âWhat do you mean first proper tattoo?â
âLook at him and tell me heâs not interested,â Sirius pointed at the little bundle of joy in his arms. Absently, he wondered what kind of tattoo Harry would like, if any. Would he be the sentimental kind, like his dad who never put something on his body he hadnât considered fifty times over? Or more like Sirius, whoâd only needed the thought to pop it into his head to get it inked.
âHeâs three and thinks colors, and shapes, on your body look cool. Thatâs- that doesnât mean anything!â
âWell, Iâm just saying,â Sirius shrugged, deliberately keeping his face clear of anything that could give him away. Of course he knew the reaction his words would elicit, that was part of why he said it. âThe optionâs there on the table if he ever wants to. With parents like you and Lily, and me of course, the kidâs on the right track for a few pieces of his own.â
âButââ
âAnd of course, no one except his godfather can be trusted with something like this, right? Itâs basically my magic-given duty to escort him to the tattoo parlour,â Sirius finished with a flourish. One of his hands had travelled upwards to ruffle Harryâs hair, marvelling at the soft feel of the inky strands slipping between his fingers.
âNo- Thatâs not- you are not torturing my baby like that!â James finally found his voice, and what a loud one it was too for Harry was startled out of his lazy doze against his dadâs chest by the deep rumble that vibrated through him. His green eyes were wide open, looking at his dad who so rarely raised his voice, and James immediately shrunkâliterally, Sirius could see the transformation in real-time, the way his shoulders dropped, his face relaxed, and his nose came down from its high perch.
âOh, Daddyâs sorry, honey, he didnât mean to shout,â he whispered in between careful kisses pressed to Harryâs face. âDaddyâs gonna be more careful, okay?â
âOtay,â Harry replied, equally quietly, still staring at him with remnants of shock in his eyes.
Sirius broke the moment with a loud snortâaccidental of course but this was too much for himâand immediately attracted Jamesâ ire again.
âYouââ he started accusingly before darting a quick look downward to see Harry was alright. He was. âYou canât beâHarryâs not gonna get tatted, Padfoot! It hurts too much. I wonât have it.â
âYou wonât have it?â Sirius repeated, amused. âMay I remind you when you got your first tattoo? Or mine, for that matter.â That took the wind right out of his sails.
âEr, thatâs not the point here,â James replied shiftily, dropping his gaze to Harry instead of looking at him.
âRemember the runic tattoos we etched into our skin? Couldâve literally blown ourselves inside out right there in the doââ
James slapped a hand against his mouth, effectively stopping him. âOkay, I think thatâs enough, I get it.â
Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if to say âDo you?â. Harry giggled at his father and godfatherâs antics, happily oblivious to the pinched look on the formerâs face as he realised the precedent his own actions had set. Sirius couldnât wait to have this conversation all over again when he was all grown up and could add his own input. He was looking forward to tag-teaming against James, to be honest.
âYouâyou donât think heâll do something like that, do you?â James asked hesitantly, glancing between the two of them.
âHe is your kid,â Sirius pointed out. âAnd Lilyâs. And a tad bit mine.â
âHeâs all yours, especially when he pulls stunts like this.â
Sirius grinned, wide and uncontrollable, at that, unable to help the warmth that spread through his entire body at those words. He knows James was trying to take a shot at him but it didnât take away from the fact that Harry was his too, has been from the day he was bornâno, since the day James flooed into his house, pale and shaking, telling him that âWeâre having a kid, Padfoot! An actual baby! Can you believe it?!â
For all the jokes and potshots and snippy back-and-forths they had, Sirius knew he would never be able to thank Jamie for allowing him into his lifeâinto Harryâs lifeâlike this. James had always been free with his affections, sharing heart and home without a second thought but Sirius knew that there were many whoâd have put their foot down at the level of involvement he assumed in his godsonâs life, and that James and Lily didnât, wouldnât, do that. He didnât know where heâd be without the Potters today, and imagining such a worldâit was chilling, to say the very least.
âPads?â Jamesâ soft voice interrupted his morose thoughts and he snapped his eyes up to meet concerned hazel ones. There was a silent question in them.
Sirius shrugged wryly. Silently raised his hands for Harry, needing to hold him close, and after another searching glance, James passed the now peacefully sleeping child over. Something loosened in his chest when he felt the familiar weight resting against him. He immediately buried his nose in Harryâs hair, taking a deep breath, letting the scent of baby powder and blueberry shampoo fill his lungs, ground him.
âIâll be the coolest godfather there ever was,â he whispered, feeling a knot in his throat where more words should be. He wanted to say that he loved Harry more than life itself, that heâd always be there for him. The world could tilt off its axis but Siriusâ love for the Potters wouldnât wane. It couldnât, really, not with how deeply they were entrenched in his lifeâin his very being.
âOf course, you will. No one would ever doubt that.â James placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. âBut youâre still not allowed to take my baby to a tattoo parlour, no matter how old he gets.â
if you liked this, i have an entire thing on my ao3 about tattoos and harry and sirius bonding over them postwar >.<
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Marauders Era as Arthur memes
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Lily Evans
Regulus Black
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James and Lily take a detour after the wedding
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okay Iâm going to try and make this short as possible. my parents died, I caught Covid which caused lasting heart issues I still donât know the full extent of, someone hit my car and totaled it breaking my leg, back, and teeth as well as causing many other issues, and I just recently had bronchitis which turned into bilateral pneumonia and was in the hospital 5 days and missed 2 weeks of work and finally was able to go back 2 days ago. I know Iâll need to figure out the 2 weeks of missed work later and it may be easier to make one big post with all Iâll need help with and by when to try and see what can be manageable, but right now I need to worry about the emergency stuff as they come in. Needless to say Iâm at my breaking point mentally and absolutely exhausted but I refuse to give up without trying. I got a rental until my new car comes in a week which is huge as ubering just to and from work was $60. however right now I need to get my heart medication, antidepressant and anxiety medication. I already got my blood thinner, and the antidepressant and anxiety medication isnât too very expensive, but even with GoodRX (not yet on costplus) my heart medication plus the other two are way more than I can afford.
I desperately need help with this as I need my heart medication for obvious reasons, but also because of the issues that arise when I run out of either. I have absolutely no family to turn to and barely received a paycheck from missing all that work. If you are able to help with a donation of any amount my PayPal is http://paypal.me/jpd05 and is preferred but PLEASE SELECT FAMILY & FRIENDS!!! Selecting business is causing them to hold the funds for up to 21 days. I also have KoFi (@toebeens), Chime ($toebeens), and Zelle (message for info). As always reblogs are super appreciated and again donations of any size help!! I will also gladly discuss payment arrangements if I could even borrow anything towards the funds. I have enough of my antidepressant to last until tomorrow morning and heart medication though this afternoon, which is why this is so urgent. Thank you all so much for your time and help!!!
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i got a couple of requests for the marauders soâŚhere!
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"you put me on and said i was your favorite"
(boyfriends sweater, boyfriends glasses; late nights, anythings fair)
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pads & lily 4ever <33
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Ooohh! What about Jily/Marauders drunken shenanigans? *wiggles eyebrows mischievously* đđđđ
Max I don't even know how long ago you sent me this, I know it's been too long. But I was waiting for inspiration, and this isn't quite drunken, but it is a party and they've had some drinks so I'm hoping it's close enough, because I love it and it rounds out my three drabbles this weekend and uses my trope of the moment - names. I hope you enjoy it.
âHeâs just so oblivious.â
âI know.â
âHeâs infuriating.â
âI know.â
âItâs like he doesnât even have a fucking clue.â
âLily, I know.â
Lily cast a sidelong glance at Sirius, who sat next to her on the windowsill, on the edge of one of the wildest parties that the Gryffindor Common Room had seen in her seven years there. To say theyâd gone nuts after winning the House Cup was an understatement of epic proportions.
âSorry,â she huffed with a sigh. âI know youâve heard this before.â
âFrom both sides,â SIrius shook his head darkly. âYou two are driving me crazy.â
âItâs him!â Lily protested. âYou say he feels the same, but why wonât he do anything about it?â
âAfter you turned him down all those times?â Sirius raised an eyebrow. âWhy donât you do something about it?â
âAfter I turned him down all those times?â She met his pointed gaze with one of her own.
âFair enough.â Sirius thought for a second. His face lit with a grin. âWait, I know.â
Lily felt afraid.
Very, very afraid.
âI feel like I shouldnât ask.â
Sirius tutted, âNow, now, donât act like you're not desperate for my mate there.â
They both turned toward the bloke in question, clear across the common room, who was currently high fiving Remus as they won their third game of beer pong against the Prewett twins. His smile lit up his face, his eyes danced and there was just the slightest flash of toned abdominals as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the silky locks out of his face. He caught Lilyâs eye across the room and winked.
Her head ducked, cheeks flushing even as heat pooled in areas much lower down.
âEvans?â Sirius was watching her, daring her to contradict him. âStill waiting.â
Lily slumped gloomily back against the window. âYeah, alright, fine, have at it.â
When Sirius was finished with his idea, Lily had an eyebrow of her own to raise.
âYou think that will work?â
He shook his head at her uncertainty. âHeâll lose his shit.â
âHe probably wonât even notice.â
âOh, heâll notice. I give him three minutes before he pounces.â
Lily was unconvinced. âItâll take at least five.â
âPlace a wager?â
âWhat are your terms?â
âYou get Marlene to go on a date with me.â
Lily scoffed openly, âWhy do you think I can get her to do that?â
âBecause sheâs your best friend.â Sirius said it like it was obvious.
âAsk her yourself.â
âIs that your terms?â
Lily crossed her arms over her chest. âFine. Sure. Those are my terms. If it works, Iâll get her to go out with you. If it doesnât, you have to ask Marlene out. Seriously.â She pointed a finger, stabbing his chest as his mouth opened. âDonât say it.â
âFine,â Sirius rubbed his sternum. âRuin all my fun. Do we have an agreement?â
She took his outstretched hand, âPleasure doing business with you.â
âLikewise. Now, off you go.â
She was subtle about it. At least, she hoped she was. Lily moved slowly across the room towards the beer pong table. She took her time. Chatted to various fellow students and friends. Got herself a new drink, smirking to herself as she allowed Peter to spike her butterbeer. Liquid courage and all that.
âWhoâs winning?â she asked as she sidled up to Mary, along the edge of the table.
âOur boys,â Mary inclined her head toward Remus and James.
Our boys. She liked the sound of that. Mary only meant it as in their fellow Gryffindors, compared to the Hufflepuffs of Gideon and Fabian, but Lily liked it all the same.
âInsulted you even have to ask, Evans,â James chidded her, as he watched Remus scull a full cup of butterbeer.
âApologies, James, I should have known,â Lily felt her breath catch in her throat, making her words quiet.
He heard them anyway.
James barely seemed to register that the ball heâd just thrown had bounced off the rim of the cup heâd aimed for. He definitely didnât notice the Prewetts crowing across the table as Gideon lined up his next shot. Nor did he spare Remus a glance as his friend sighed and shot him a pained look.
âWhat did you just say?â James spun to face Lily, heedless to the game, the people around them.
âI said I was sorry for doubting you,â Lily fought hard to keep the smile off her face.
âThat wasnât what you said.â He took the beer that Remus forced into his hand, Fabianâs turn having been a success. It stayed in his hand as he took several steps toward her.
âWell, no, not word for word,â Lily shifted her weight back, her heart rate increasing as she saw the flash in his eyes, the smirk on his face.
âJames, itâs your -â Remus was cut off as James thrust the cup back at him.
âGet Peter.â
âWeâll lose, weâre on a streak, you canât -â
âI donât care. Get Peter,â James didnât even look to see how his friend reacted, his eyes fixed on hers.
Lily swallowed, trying to force her heart back into her chest as she took more steps back, away from Mary, away from the table, away from the throng of beer pong enthusiasts.
âNot like you to give up a game so easily,â she tried to jest, but the words came out soft, too soft.
Jamesâ lips twitched, just slightly, just enough to relax her shoulders. âDepends on the reason.â
âWhat was the reason?â
âBetter game started.â
Lily stopped in her retreat, not moving even as his toes lined up with hers. Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at him. âThis a game, is it?â
James shook his head, âNot really. Not to me.â
âNeither,â she was reduced to a whisper as his hand curved around her jaw, fingers spanning her neck, thumb brushing across her cheek.
âSay it again,â he whispered, forehead almost on hers.
âIâm sorry for-â
âNot that,â he cut her off harshly, his other hand squeezing at her hip where she hadnât even realised he held her. âThe part where you said my name.â
Lily looked at him, at the hazel that danced with gold, at the earnestness, the longing in his expression, mixed with hope and light and lust. She looked at him and realised everything else had faded away.
âJames.â
She didnât wait for him to respond, pushing straight up into his arms, threading her hands into the soft silky hair sheâd admired to bring him down to her. He needed no such encouragement, meeting her exhale on his inhale, taking the breath from her lungs their mouths sealed, a perfect fit. It was hot and damp, and her skin tingled everywhere it met with his. James sighed into her mouth, his tongue tracing the edge of her inner lip before finding hers to play with.
âShit,â she whispered, when they finally pulled apart, though neither moved very far.
âThat bad, huh?â James leant back toward her. âI can try again.â
âNo,â Lily shook her head, pressing another three kisses at least to his lips before she could pull away again. âNo, not you.â
âThen what?â Jamesâ hand had found itâs way under her top, and began traced to skin along the edge of her trousers, raising goosebumps along itâs path.
It made it difficult to focus, to say the least. She let her fingers trail down his neck to squeeze the defined muscles of his shoulder, was gratified by the groan that escaped him, that she wasnât the only one feeling so much right then. It made it easier to think.
âIâve got to figure out how to get Marlene to go on a date with Sirius, thatâs all.â Lily looked up at James, smiling invitingly. âHow do you feel about double dating?â
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Shag, Marry, Kill
Prompt 12 of @jilytoberfest: One overhearing something they're not supposed to
âShag, marry, kill, Marlene go.â
âShag Benjy, marry Remus, Kill Rosier.â James halts his search in the Transfiguration stacks of the library. Through the bookshelf he can see the table of Gryffindor 6th year women cramming for their end of year exams.
âEveryone wants to marry Remus,â he hears Mary giggle.
âShag, marry, kill, your turn Mary,â Marlene selects the next victim of the game.
âShag Gideon, marry Fabian, kill Sirius.â Mary answers easily to a snort of giggles around the table.
âYouâre sick!â Dorcas cackles, âShag one brother and marry the other?â
âDefinitely twisted in the head,â Lily agrees.
âItâs called taste,â Mary shrugs unabashedly with a flip of her hair, âBesides Remus was already spoken for.â She rounds on Lily, âAlright Evans, shag, marry, kill.â
âOh this will be interesting,â James could practically hear Marleneâs eyebrows wiggling and the rustling of robes on tables indicating the girls were leaning in as he did the same.
âJason Bones has been looking pretty fit,â Dorcas teases.
âCome off it,â Mary says with a laugh, âSheâs only got eyes for one bloke.â
âBut where will he end up in the line-up I wonder,â Marlene pries.
Anything but kill, anything but kill, James pleads to her silently.
âShag Potter,â Lily begins.
James thinks his legs will give out from under him, as he swiftly inhales.
âMarry Potter, Kill Potter.â She finishes.
Yeah, that checks out, James can hardly contain his grin as he continues on the search for his book.
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Can you explain to me how claiming that writing Dark James is the same as Nazism and therefore no one should do it isn't the same as censorship? Because I'm pretty sure it is.
That's a pretty nonsensical take for someone who's supposedly on the "right side". BTW, Nazis used censorship during the rise of Hitler.
Ohmygod not this repeating myself until red in the face but okayâŚ
I never said that âwriting Dark James is the same as Nazismâ OF COURSE I never said that and also WHO would say that and try to defend it đ I said writing James as a Death Eater (not just Dark James as a concept) and having him in love with Lily (and vice versa) sets up an uncomfortable oppressor/oppressed dynamic that suggests a Nazi-coded/Jewish-coded romance where there wasnât one in canon by default, and does so by unnecessarily twisting his character. Itâs impossible to pretend that you are writing a nuanced, thoughtful redemption arc when itâs fanfiction about people your readers consider soulmates, so you absolutely will romanticise this even without intending to. Personally I find writing this to be distasteful, as it centres anti-Muggleborn prejudice as some kind of thrilling, sexy plot point, or worse, an obstacle Lily needs to overcome in her attraction to someone who is fundamentally no different from Hot Rich Snape.
Look at the amazing number of qualifiers in that statement â itâs almost as if any point worth making is more complicated and less idiotic than claiming writing fanfiction is equivalent to Nazism. Again, NO ONE said that.
Also, telling someone not to write something isnât censorship. Yâall are bonkers. There are stories not all of us are equipped to tell as they should be told, full stop, and there are stories that donât need to be told at all using certain themes or perspectives. This is literary advice handed out all the time to every author ever. It is not censorship. It is called criticism.
Personally I think this trope is in bad taste, like a lot of tropes I find to be poorly thought-out, and yeah, Iâd probably live a more mellow life if these stories didnât exist. But I am not even suggesting (and never once suggested!) these authors even take down their fics. All I asked was that they, and the readers of this trope, consider more carefully what they find so exciting about this dynamic, why it might be uncomfortable for some, and why it should be written with Jily at all (and again, personally I think it shouldnât as it makes no sense). I also asked that people who are so pressed and defensive about it that they donât even want to listen please unfollow me, because I donât want them reading my writing.
So we can all breathe a sigh of relief, as Iâve established I donât in fact share this nonsensical take â the âright sideâ lives on, etc. I canât believe you would cap this ridiculous ask off with the most obvious statement about historical fact that is so utterly irrelevant since no one is censoring anyone here, but I think I neednât counter it. It speaks for itself.
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James: So, whatâs youâre type?
Lily: Brown eyes, dark hair, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor.
James: Sounds kinda like meâŚtoo bad weâre just friends.
Lily: Did I mention oblivious?
James: Yeah, why?
Lily: Okay, just making sure
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Iâve noticed that when I remind people that âwomenâs issuesâ affect men too- periods, pregnancy, abortion, higher sexual assault, etc- they react very dismissive. Like, âoh yeah, trans men too, i guess.â And itâs because they donât view trans menâs issues as menâs issues, they view them as a subsect of womenâs issues. People, including many, many allies, just straight up do not conceive of trans men as men. They certainly may believe us when we say we identify as men, but in their minds we are always just a different flavor of woman- and I know this because I have gotten this point of view in my own head, where I have to remind myself that my issues are, in fact, menâs issues. Not womenâs. Not ânon-menâs.â Abortion is a menâs issue. âPink taxesâ are a menâs issue. These are things that affect men.
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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)â¨
Late reply đ but omg hi, Isa!!
5 things I like â¨
1. Creative af
2. Smart af
3. Manifests things đ
đť
4. Latina af
5. Gets distracted easily, which somehow results in like 3 fanfic ideas đ
(PS: the last chapter you posted got me through finals so thank you!!)
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Lily and James by *FernNM
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