#damn you wormtail

[allin1-accont101]

Ik I'm making CRK comics but also sucked in the HP fandom again but in the bathroom, I thought about something for Peter/Wormtail.

I mean... I'm pretty sure at least, most, of the HP fandom would agree on this but I see Peter being Aro/Ace. I can never see him being with anyone or even having any attraction to a certain person but yes, I will support and respect the "× Y/N" ship and stories. But if I were to try and think if I could ship Peter with any character in HP, I can't think of any. Though I do ship him and cheese ☺️ (Lol, only as a joke).

But I'm 100% sure it's most definitely cannon that Peter is Aro/Ace. He isn't attracted to anyone.

#cannon #harry potter #peter pettigrew #wormtail #aromantic #asexual #i like how its 12 am rn and I'm writing this but I have to go to church tomorrow lmao #PETER PETTIGREW YOU DAMN TRAITOR MOTHERFUCKER #midnight #holy motherfucking damn shits bro

[ellecdc]

Hiiii! I have a request, poly!marauders x animagus!fem reader (you decide what type of animal) and everytime it’s full moon she turn into an animagus and watches hboyfriends (kinda lurks around secretly) as they take care of Remus. The thing is they don’t know that she’s an animagus, and what would their reaction be when they found out?

(You’re an amazing writer and your fics makes my day🫶🏻)

this was so sweet - thanks for your request and for your patience in me getting this to you!

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x fem!reader who's a secret animagus

Prongs was very confused.

This was the third moon in a row that he, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Moony had been romping through the woods when Moony seemed to get caught up on something.

He wasn’t sure what had changed; they always followed the same routine: transform in the shack, let Moony out, follow their trail where they can run (and roll, in Moony & Padfoots case) down a large hill, chase each other along the river bank, drink from the edge of the Black Lake, and slowly make their way back to the shack for Moony’s transformation. 

Except, once again, they seemed to be caught up under this unassuming tree.

Prongs looked to his canine companion who offered what he could only assume as a doggy shoulder shrug as Moony yipped and stood on his hind legs in an attempt to see through the lowest bows of the tree.

The first time this happened, Moony almost took one of Padfoot’s legs off for trying to encourage him to leave the tree. 

The second time, Moony could only be convinced to leave as his bones actually started stretching and reorganising themselves as the transformation started.

What was even stranger, though? After both of those moons, Remus woke up in a panic asking where you were and if you were ‘okay’.

It took Sirius shifting back into Padfoot and laying across Remus’ chest in order to provide grounding pressure to his chest before they could get him to calm back down and convince him that you were safe.

James hated seeing this side of Remus; the side of him that none of them had seen since before the Marauders told him that they knew his secret. He felt horribly paranoid, reclusive, and entirely too guilty. 

Guilty for daring to love you even though he felt you deserved better. Guilty for allowing you to love a werewolf. Guilty for not telling you that you were in love with a werewolf. And guilty for lying to you about it every month.

Sirius and James hated the secrecy too - but it wasn’t their secret to tell. They loved you, but they couldn’t take away Remus’ autonomy when it came to his infliction.

But, tonight - the third moon in a row of this nonsense from Moony - and Prongs had had it.

Prongs bowed his head and scooped Wormtail up into his antlers, hoisting him up to the lowest branch of this damned tree Moony was fucking obsessed with and encouraged him to investigate. 

Moony let out a little whine and a huff as he sat and watched the little rat disappear through the bows of the grand pine. 

A squeak alerted the two animagi and one werewolf to trouble when the top branches began to move and out flew a large black crow with a rat trapped in its talons. 

The crow gently glided to the ground about ten feet away from the trio and let go of the rat who quickly ran up Prong’s leg and situated himself in the safety of his antlers. 

Padfoot - ever protective of his pack of misfit toys animals - began stalking toward the offending bird, sure that Moony was just as excited as he was about this impromptu hunt. It wasn’t their favourite - it was not a rabbit - but it would do. 

However, much to both Padfoot and Prongs’ surprise, Moony quickly leapt in front of the crow and grumbled warningly at Padfoot, going so far as to bare his teeth at his pack member. 

Padfoot tilted his head in confusion at Moony as if perhaps the situation would make more sense at a 45 degree angle, but it appeared that it made no difference when Pads ultimately huffed and turned back towards Prongs. 

Prongs wanted to laugh - but deer stags couldn’t do that - so he let out a ‘bleat’ as the crow flew above Padfoot and teasingly landed on his head.

Padfoot, ready for a fight, turned to nip at the bird who simply jumped back up and hovered just out of reach of the dog.

Prongs was suddenly even more confused.

What crow willingly releases a plump, likely juicy, rat from its talons instead of enjoying it as their meal? And what crow willingly teases a large werewolf sized dog in front of his werewolf friend? 

This one, apparently.

And Moony - usually very possessive and exclusionary when it came to the other creatures they came across in the Forbidden Forest - seemed not only accepting of this new addition, but really quite pleased with it. 

But it was time to go if Moony’s flinches and groaning was any indication; the transformation would happen soon. 

Padfoot moved towards Moony and affectionately nudged him with his shoulder, hoping to encourage him towards the Shrieking Shack. 

Moony seemed to understand that he ought to go, but couldn’t bring himself to leave without his newest friend.

Somehow - to Prongs’ absolute astonishment - the crow seemed to understand what the hold up was and flew over to situate itself on Prongs’ antler.

Prongs - far too tired after a night full of romping with a werewolf directly after a full day of classes - acquiesced to being a glorified chauffeur for his smaller friends and led the way to the shack. 

The crow sat quietly on the top of the old fireplace as the Marauders went about business as usual. 

Padfoot convinced Moony to curl up on the bed so he would wake up at least semi-comfortably, whilst Prongs used his antlers to encourage a blanket up around Moony so he wouldn’t wake up completely nude, and Peter ran back towards the castle to give the lovers some privacy. 

Once Moony returned fully to Remus, Prongs and Padfoot took a moment to shift back to their own human forms and started up on the healing process, completely forgetting about their interloper.

With a groan, Remus came to after James encouraged healing potion down his throat.

“I’m sorry, Moons.” He apologised in a whisper as he handed the empty vial to Sirius’ waiting hand.

“Where is she?” Remus croaked. 

“Where’s who, babe?” Sirius asked, sharing a concerned glance with James. 

Remus choked in his attempt to respond and both boys began shushing him. “Dovey.” He finally got out.

“She’s at the castle, Moons…she’s safe.” James placated.

“No.” Remus argued. “She was there.”

James turned to see if Sirius had any idea how to handle their boyfriend’s insanity when he spotted it behind Sirius.

The crow.

“You.” He whispered in awe, causing Sirius to whip his head around.

The crow hopped down from the mantle of the fireplace and landed gracefully on the floor before it spun and grew back into you.

“Dovey.” Remus groaned. James turned to see there were tears in Remus’ eyes, though he knew not what for. 

“Hiya Moons.” You answered shyly, shooting guilty glances at Sirius who was still staring at you in shock and to James who was looking frantically between you and Remus.

“It’s been you?” James asked incredulously.

“How long have you known?” Remus asked at the same time.

You smiled sadly at Remus and knelt down beside him. “Long enough to become an animagi?”

“You sneaky little witch.” Sirius finally let out with a breath, sitting down unceremoniously at the foot of the bed to look at you.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.” You begged quickly; eyes darting nervously between your three boyfriends.

“You’re worried about us being mad?” Sirius asked disbelievingly. 

“Angel, you’ve caught us sneaking around and lying to you.” James teased with a certain level of sincerity, nudging you with his shoulder. 

“Do you hate me?” Remus whispered, eyes still trained steadfast on you.

You looked at him like he had grown three heads.

“Remus, I love you. That’s why I’m here.” You pressed severely. 

Remus laughed out a sob and covered his face with his hands. 

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck were you thinking?” Sirius asked suddenly.

“What?” You responded warily.

“Casually inserting yourself into a werewolf pack! What would you have done if Moony hated you?” He barked, flinging a hand towards Remus’ general direction.

You scoffed derisively and shot Remus a look like ‘can you believe this guy?’ “I’m impossible not to love, Sirius. Do keep up.”

Your cheek earned you a scoff before Sirius was launching himself at you and the two of you fell to the floor, disturbing layers of dust and causing the particles to dance through the air. 

“You’re so lucky you're cute.” Sirius said in faux contempt as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses. 

James sighed in relief as he looked back over at Remus who was watching the two of you with a look so full of fondness, James was surprised he couldn’t see hearts pouring out of his eyes.

“You okay, Rem?” James asked him quietly, pulling one of his hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Perfect, Jamie. Just perfect.” Remus said with a content smile and a single happy tear trailing down his cheek.

James was more than inclined to agree.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #james potter x reader #james potter x you #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders imagine #fluff #animagus #fem!reader #ellecdc fics

[backbak100]

Sirius (seeing James and Regulus flirt on a quidditch match): Uh Moony, you know what they’re doing? Why isn’t Reggie getting the snitch? ITS RIGHT THERE!

Remus: I think he’s busy chasing Prongs eh Wormtail?

Peter: Dunno but Prongs is to busy talking Regulus to catch the damn quaffle…

Sirius: Holy shit

Remus: Padfoot-

Sirius (materializes a megaphone): PRONGS STOP TRYING FUCK MY BROTHER AND FOCUS ON THE FUCKING GAME

#incorrect marauders quotes #jegulus #regulus black #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #starchaser #James didnt listen #Sirius rallied all of Gryffindor #and they all ignored him for a week #James thought he was going insane #Sirius tried to get Slytherin in on it #but reg said no

[chocoramo-cow]

Re read snapes worst memory and I just have to say holy shit dude the marauders were like actually pretty damn shitty to remus! Wtf you mean “i wish it was a full moon” when your friend who experiences extremely painful transformations which you have seen is right there! Immediately making haha werewolf jokes after the OWLs at your werewolf friend while other people were around???? Also fuck wormtail all my homies hate wormtail but you cannot convince me they didnt keep that boy around for ego feeding reasons (*cough* James *cough*) and on tap bullying (*cough cough* SIRIUS *cough cough*). Anyway James and Sirius were such douchebags and Remus deserved friends that didnt treat him like a novelty for having a horrible incurable disease. (That being said Sirius is still my little meow meow idc)

#snapes worst memory #remus lupin #severus snape #sirius black #peter pettigrew #anti james potter #stuff bambi lmao #hp meta?

[wisteria-cherry]

in which james takes a sick day

“i can’t believe you chose today of all days to get sick, prongs.” sirius complained, laying sideways across his bed, with quite a bit of his legs dangling off.

“it’s not like i chose to be sick.” james gave a pointed stare at sirius before sitting up on his own bed, tucked neatly under the covers, bringing his elbow to his mouth as he coughed into it.

“james, why don’t you go to madam pomfrey’s?” your brow furrows. he certainly didn’t look good— pale, with dark circles under his eyes from a restless night of coughing.

“because she’ll keep me there forever. i can’t stay there, i’ve got quidditch practice tomorrow that she won’t let me attend and we have pranks to execute!” james whined, laying back down. “i just need you lot to steal some sort of coughing remedy, that’s all.”

“we had pranks to execute.” remus corrected.

“yeah, today was going to go in the history books!” sirius groaned. “and now we’re stuck!”

“can’t we just go?” peter looked around confusedly, sitting at the edge of james’ bed and fiddling with his new sneakoscope, which had been spinning all day, much to his disappointment. remus reckoned it broken, but peter was determined to fix it (not that he knew how).

“absolutely not!” sirius looked appalled at the idea. “we can’t just leave him behind, wormtail, why on earth would you suggest that?”

“yeah, c’mon, wormy,” james coughed. “it’s no fun without all of us.”

“maybe wormtail.” sirius sniggered. james laughed, nearly turning into a cough; peter chuckled awkwardly. remus rolled his eyes.

“ha ha.” you roll your eyes, exchanging glances with remus. “well, are we getting the remedy or not?”

“let’s just use episkey!” peter suggested, waving his wand haphazardly about.

“that only works for wounds that broke the skin.” remus shook his head. “we need a potion.”

“then there’s no need to steal from madam pomfrey.” you realized suddenly. “slughorn! he can make us one!”

“would he do that for us?” peter looked around. you grin, and look directly at sirius, who abruptly frowned, and then sat up.

“absolutely not.”

“it’s james’ best shot at getting better!” you protest.

“he’d do it if it were you asking.” remus agreed. “and then james would get better quickly.” sirius hesitated. this had gotten his attention. although he despised most anything that had anything to do with the fact that he was a black, he was loyal to a fault, and would do most anything for his mates.

“…i’m not going alone.” sirius looked around, eyes narrowing. sirius knew that remus knew just how to push his buttons, and he wasn’t happy about it. “you lot are coming with me.”

“emotional support?” you grin.

“call it what you like.” sirius waved his hand dismissively. “but you’re all coming.”

“and leave me alone?” james protested. “i think not!”

“fine. wormtail, stay with prongs, you can listen to all his whining—“

“hey!”

“—and we’ll get that damned potion.” sirius stood up.

“okay.” peter agreed, happy for any excuse to hang out with james.

“come on, then.” sirius sighed, exiting the room, leaving you and remus to follow.

“i hate professor slughorn,” sirius griped as the three of you walked. “he’s always going on about how i’m of the prestigious house of black and how i look just like my mother— does he even realizing how insulting that is? to look like my mother?”

“with that expression, you certainly do.” remus remarked. one of his eyebrows quirked up, and his lips nearly formed a smirk.

“rude, moony. rude.” sirius deadpanned.

regardless, you and the two boys did indeed get the potion from professor slughorn, and you did indeed heal james, thus teaching the five of you a valuable lesson.

that was a lie. no lessons are learned with the marauders. in fact, a few days later, peter came down with that same cough.

“what do you mean, you’re sick?” james demanded. “it’s prank day!”

“professor mcgonagall told me to go to madam pomfrey’s.” peter said weakly, cheeks flushed as he lay in bed, quite miserable, with yourself and the others huddled around him.

“absolutely not! the only time we go to that old bat’s office is after a full moon for moony!” james declared. “anything else is ridiculous! she’ll keep us there forever until no one escapes!”

“prongs, that is not true in the slightest.”

“not now, moony, we have a potion to nick.”

#marauders drabble #harry potter marauders #marauders drabbles #the marauders map #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #young james potter #young remus lupin #young peter pettigrew #young sirius black #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #wormtail #prongs #padfoot

[munacy]

ignorance

@wolfstarmicrofic “Guess what-mph-lads,” Peter starts conversationally, speaking around a mouthful of bacon. 

The passion that boy holds for breakfast meats borders on lunatic, but far be it from James to say anything.

“Wormy, it’s not on to speak with your mouth full, you’ll offend my delicate sensibilities,” interjects Sirius. Bless him; Sirius has no delicate sensibilities of which to speak, so James knows the intervention is on his behalf.

“Sorry!” Peter yelps, swallowing before he’s quite ready and hacking in a way that makes James even more queasy.

“Sorry, sorry. But guess what.”

“If I had to guess…” James wonders aloud. “Your clever little rodent ears have picked up another bit of gossip? I don’t know how you manage it, Petey. Terribly well-informed, you are.”

Peter looks inordinately pleased.

“Quite right you are, James. I’ve just heard that Will Diggory—you know, that Seventh Year Ravenclaw?—well, he’s just come out, and he’s gone public with Devlin Abbott!”

“HA! Wormy, I’m quite sure you owe me a Galleon for that one!” James crows.

Peter scowls. “Not a chance. You only got the first part correct, which I had already agreed with you on, if you remember. Doesn’t count, and you thought he was secretly dating—”

“Now hold on just a damned second,” Sirius frowns, interrupting what is sure to be a feisty debate. “I feel like I’m missing a few things. Come out? Come out of what? Public with what?”

Peter looks bemused, so James takes over, explaining patiently: “Come out of the closet. He and Abbott, who is also gay—” Sirius’ eyes become huge— “have gone public with their relationship. Damn it, you’re right, Wormtail, I did think it was secretly Gregor Klein.”

Sirius twitches. “Huh. I never would have guessed,” he says mildly. “Diggory seems so…”

“So what, Padfoot,” James prompts calmly.

It was an inevitable but fortunately rare byproduct of being raised in an ancient family steeped in ignorance and hatred: sometimes Sirius needed some help opening his eyes to a new perspective. There were assumptions he took for granted because he didn’t know any better, but being a generally kind and open-minded person, the work was not overly hard.

“Well, like such a man’s man. No, no, don’t get me wrong,” he rushes out, seeing the looks James and Peter are giving him. “I’m super happy for him. I say live and let live. But you have to admit that it’s a bit weird.”

“Which par’,” Peter inquires curiously, speaking while chewing his blasted bacon again.

“The part about being attracted to another man. Like, sexually.”

James and Peter go stock-still and make sudden eye contact with one another, mirroring astonished expressions. They’re absolutely trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.

How can it be? He has no idea?

“Oh, I dunno, Padfoot,” Peter says slyly, giving Sirius a side-eyed look. “You can’t think of any bloke you’d hop into bed with?”

The restraint James is using right now is nothing short of torturous.

Sirius laughs. “No, you big jessie! If you want to sleep with blokes, have at it, Wormtail, but I tell you, that’s not for me. Oi, where’s Moony? He ought to be here for this.”

Oh, but he’s almost pathetic.

James can’t resist, so he joins in too: “Hmm….what about William Diggory?”

Sirius sputters. “I mean, sure, Diggory’s fit, for a bloke, but, as implied by ‘bloke’, he’s not got a pair of tits.”

“That’s a good point, Padfoot did break up with Lola Edgecomb last year cos ‘she was too flat-chested’,” Peter informs James in a sardonic aside, making liberal use of air quotes. 

“No, no, Petey, maybe it’s just that Diggory’s not fit enough for our Pads,” James murmurs gravely.

Sirius giggles at their little show, then cries, “Cor! I wish Moony were here right now, and he’d tell you two how silly you are.”

Peter and James share a look again, but it’s lost on Sirius.

“Someone fitter, then, hmmm….” Peter taps a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “What about Professor Jero? All the girls thought he was gorgeous—do you reckon he’s hot enough to warm your bed?”

“Ha! As if! No, but keep going, though, these are funny. I bet Moony would come up with some hilarious ones.”

“Well Pete, maybe it’s not about physical beauty,” James muses theatrically.

“Oh no? The prompt was about sexual attraction, if you recall.”

“Yes, of course, and there’s no doubt that appearance plays a huge role in that, but…”

“But…?”

Sirius watches them volley back and forth, and James recognizes a growing exasperation in his expression. He’s always hated not being in on the joke. 

“But maybe it needs to be a gentleman he knows well.”

“’Knows well’? Just how well should he know them?” Peter inquires with mock wonder, blue eyes big and round. 

“Why, I think ‘extremely well’ would be ideal. In fact—” James turns to fully face Sirius— “I think he’d be most likely to fall for his best friend, no matter their gender.”

Sirius’ face goes blank with surprise, then he scowls and crosses his arms.

“Well I’m not about to bed either of you two idiots, sorry, but I have higher—MOONY!!”

And indeed, there appears Remus, tall and lanky, a gentle, eye-crinkling grin for Sirius that manifests as two dimples nestled in between the freckles scattered across his face. 

“Moony, you’ll never guess what these two wankers—”

“Pads, I’d love to hear all about it later, really, sorry, love—ah, fuck, I’ve made a portmanteau of ‘Pads’ and ‘lads’—I think—wait, no, that doesn’t—never mind that, sorry, I can’t stay, I’m just cutting through the Great Hall on my way to a Prefect meeting!”

“Moony, wait!” Sirius wails, haphazardly grabbing a piece of jammy toast and chasing after Remus’ rapidly retreating figure. “You haven’t had any breakfast, you dolt!”

Sirius catches up to him and shoves the toast in his mouth. Remus pauses to smile hugely and stupidly at him. Then he blinks suddenly and turns about with a wave. 

Peter smacks his forehead. James wonders vaguely if either of them took any notice of James and Peter sitting there throughout that whole interaction.

Sirius returns to his seat, cheeks pink and humming happily.

“Sorry lads, what were we talking about?”

Peter, slumped over in frustration, lets out a groan. “We were hypothesizing whether or not you could ever be sexually attracted to a man, and you kindly let us know that James and I are not up to snuff.”

“Ah. Too right.”

“Say…” James says wonderingly, as if this has just occurred to him. “You know Moony extremely well….Moony’s reasonably attractive, isn’t he?”

Peter sits up suddenly. “That’s right, he is! Tall. Nice curls. He’s alright.”

Sirius scoffs. “I’d say more than reasonably attractive or alright, wouldn’t you? I mean, he’s…he’s…he’s Moony…”

Sirius trails off and starts to blink rapidly, brow furrowed.

“Wow, Sirius,” James sighs unconvincingly, resisting an eye roll with all of his might. “Would you fuck Moony’s brains out, then? Suck his cock? Make him eat his breakfast every morning?”

Sirius has stopped blinking and his eyes appear to have glazed over. He’s gazing at a spot about 4 inches left of Peter’s left ear. James swears he can see on Sirius’ face the moment the realization dawns.

“Oh.”

Sirius swallows hard.

“Oh.”

Part 2: Duck  

Part 3: Anticipation 

Part 4: Thirst

#Sirius black #oblivious sirius #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius is so fucking oblivious #In fact everyone knows except him #and remus #hint of Demi sirius #humor #ignorance #devious James potter #devious Peter pettigrew #feelings realization #they’re both so gone for each other #pov James potter

[magicalfeminazi]

I'm just thinking that Sirius probably has the kind of humor in which you ask a lot of rhetorical questions ('Merlin, Prongs, what are you? A fairy?' 'Damn i wonder just how much more annoying you can get, Wormtail' 'have you read every fucking book in the world, Moony?') and no one would really do much more than roll their eyes because well, it's not by far the most annoying thing Sirius does. But Remus, Remus answers every single question like it's serious. He answer them thoughtfully and intellectually and Sirius fucking LOVES it. He loves a challenge and Moony will not back down.

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #Remus Lupin #marauders era #marauders

[padfootastic]

Hello I have come to you with another Prongsfoot thought: James absolutely losing his mind when he comes home one day (or comes back to the dorm one day) to find Sirius wearing his jersey (and perhaps nothing else hehehe.)

oh but i’ve got just the thing for you, miss imp 😉 this is a headcanon i’ve had for the longest time, because james is absolutely the kind of person who loses his mind when his partner wears his name on them. and we already know anything sirius does is maddening for him sooooooo this is. a deadly combination.

(i’ve posted this before but it’s gotten lost in the Great Tumblr Archival System so i’m reposting it hehehehe)

“Alright, James, this can’t go on anymore,” Sirius said, voice firm, arms crossed across his chest. James blinked, eyes dragging up from where they’d been fixed on his collarbones, unusually exposed in the large jersey, to focus on furrowed brows and suspicious grey eyes.

“What can’t go on anymore?”

“This—whatever’s going on with you!” Sirius threw one arm out in emphasis. “You’ve been acting off the entire day, do you realise?”

James tilted his head in question, silently asking for him to elaborate. He knew he’s been…a little distracted, but it couldn’t have been so much as to call for this intervention, surely?

“James!” Sirius says, exasperated and really, that’s one too many times he’s called him by his full name. He can’t even remember the last time Sirius did that. “You crashed into a wall twice, tripped over Mrs. Norris’ tail and had to hide inside a suit of armor to avoid her claws—then you fell over in the damn thing and got a bump the size of an ostrich egg on your head. Five seconds ago, you almost plummeted off the staircase to your death and now you’ve been somewhere Not Here the entire time I’ve been talking. Seriously, what gives?”

Okay, maybe, put it that way, it sounded quite bad but James didn’t intend to be so scatter brained! He was having a perfectly decent time, had his head screwed on straight and then Sirius had to go and mess all that up! He was not prepared for the sight of him walking out of the shower, a cloud of steam escaping behind him. His hair was half wet and pulled back, cheeks flushed red from the heat and most importantly, he was wearing James’ Quidditch Jersey.

The one that was at least two sizes bigger than Sirius usual clothes. And the one that, when his best mate turned around, had POTTER emblazoned in huge letters across the shoulders. James had just stood there, jaw slack and fingers clenched around his tie, taking in the sight. He knew what his jersey looked like, had worn it hundreds of times, but he never knew it could be like this.

And that had just been the beginning. It seemed like with every passing hour, Sirius looked better in the damn thing than before which—shouldn’t be possible considering how extremely good he looked in the first place. Seriously, if James wasn’t as…confident as he was, he would’ve definitely gotten a complex by now. As it was, Wormtail always looked a bit peaky around Sirius. Just before their first class, Sirius’ had dried into his usual perfect curls, loose strands framing his face. By the time second rolled around, the jersey had slipped off one shoulder, exposing sharp collarbones. James didn’t even know bones could look so- so obscene but here he was, proven wrong. Right after lunch, Sirius had gotten frustrated with how much the fabric was flapping and had casually used his hair tie to knot it in the back.

This led to two things. First, his hair was now free to tumble around his face, leaving James with the strongest urge to run his hands through it, or perhaps even tick strands behind one ear. He only avoided doing so by utilising pressing his fingers into his palms to the point of pain. The second, more maddening, one was that now, it wasn’t just his unnervingly attractive shoulder but also his waist that was on tantalising display. Every time he stretched, or raised his hand in class, or ran a hand through his hair—the jersey would ride up until Sirius’ pale skin peeked through and honestly, was it really a wonder that James almost walked off the moving staircases the first time he got a glimpse of that happening?

The entire day was an exercise in making him lose his mind, he was certain. Somewhere, he had pissed off a deity and they wanted him to suffer because there was no other explanation for this. James had never been one to feel possessive. In fact, he loved sharing everything he had with the people around him. Their joy was his joy and all that. Hell, Sirius and him had been wearing each other’s clothes since first year when Sirius hadn’t had anything except uncomfortably formal robes for Christmas morning, which was an atrocity because everyone knew you wore ugly sweaters on the day so he’d given his to Sirius and DIY’d one for himself. Of course, as James started playing Quidditch and bulked up harder and faster than anyone could’ve predicted, it had decreased until the only things they really shared were robes and ties.

But seeing his name on Sirius? Plastered across his body, marking him as James’? He just knew, right there and then, that he could never go back. Now that he’d felt what it was like, that burning heat deep in his gut, the dizzying feeling of seeing Sirius look so…delicate—there was no way he couldn’t crave more of it. In his head, James had already started making plans for now he could, inconspicuously, get Sirius’ in his jersey more often. Because it absolutely has to happen again, James hasn’t had nowhere near enough of the sight.

“Jamie? James!” A hand waved in front of him, ripping him away from his pleasant daydreams of seeing Sirius in nothing but his jersey. His face flamed red, not even realising the direction his thoughts had travelled in until he blinked and saw Sirius standing in front of him, looking bemused and dressed perfectly respectably (James was trying very hard to ignore the skin visible just above his waistband.

“Er—sorry,” James said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Went away for a second there.”

“That’s exactly what I mean! You’ve been drifting away quite a bit today.”

“It’s not—Seriously, nothing’s wrong—“

“I never said it was,” Sirius said, shrewdly, making James immediately choke on his words as he tried to backtrack.

“No—That’s not…I mean—“ James’ teeth snapped shut with an incriminating ‘clack’ as Sirius steps closer to him, toed shoes touching at the tips. Close enough that they were breathing the same air, for James to see the shades of grey in Sirius’ eyes. Close enough that he could feel the movement of Sirius’ chest as he breathed deeply.

“Si?” he croaks, throat too dry all of a sudden.

“Won’t you tell me what happened, James?” Sirius’ voice was soft, pitched low and James had to strain his ears to hear him properly. He gulped unsteadily, eyes tracking the way Sirius tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, leaving a maddening shine behind.

“Si,” he said, again, tone matching Sirius’. One of his hands had, without his permission, travelled to the waist he’d been eyeing for the better part of the day. It was featherlight, barely even a touch, really, but the way Sirius shuddered when his hand made contact with warm skin was entirely too much for James’ already fraying self control. His fingers twitched, hard, in an attempt to stop but in the next second, they’d wrapped themselves entirely around the body in his arms. James’ forearm was pressed tight against Sirius’ back, their noses were mere inches away, and Sirius’ eyes were more than halfway shut.

James took a deep breath himself and let his hand press imprints into the curve of Sirius’ waist. The only response he got was the feeling of Sirius’ forehead pressing into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him in return.

It was then that James let his own shoulders unclench, let himself relax like he hadn’t the whole day. A soft smile lifted his lips as he thought about where to go from here

“You’ll wear this for me again, won’t you, darling?” he asked, pressing the question into Sirius’ dark curls with a kiss. He didn’t get a reply but he didn’t need one. Sirius’ hitched breath was enough of an answer for him.

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot #this is from months ago #but it’s one of my fav things #i’m so glad we’re on the same page here miss imp #bc james is just. floored. #also the light dom james vibes r *chefs kiss* #i love how shameless i am these days #not just reblogging but entirely reporting old stuff lmao #guess that’s what happens when ur in a ~dry spell #oh well #this scene of course leads into an established relationship where sirius stars doing this on purpose #WHILE wearing nothing else underneath #and bending over whenever possible (and even when not) bc he knows how much it affects james #especially in public #and love seeing him trying to hold onto his control (almost always unsuccessfully) #there’s a little vein that starts popping in his temple and his forearms flex delicious w how hard he clenches #yum #(miss imp pls never stop the asks/prompts—you’re my one source of inspiration lol) #pen’s asks #pen’s writing

[impishtubist]

Just popping by to say 1) thank you for all your Sirius Black content, so good to see canon accurate Sirius who loves his godson and is a fantastic godfather. 2) Do you have any thoughts for how it would have gone if Wormtail hadn't escaped and it proved Sirius innocent? I just think you'd have a really good take on that and I didn't see anything looking through your blog. 3) Aromantic Sirius as a platonic life partner with Jilly (or just James, tbh, really but Lily is there, chilling) Thoughts?

Thank you so much! I'm always happy to talk about canon Sirius and how much he canonically loves his godson! I know everyone is here for the Wolfstar, but like I've said before, Sirius didn't break out of prison for Remus (and never would have). It's also stated canonically that Harry is the person Sirius cares about the most, not Remus. Yeah, yeah, I know, fuck canon and all that, but you have to have some canon as a foundation when you're writing fanfic. Otherwise you're just writing original stories with the names Sirius and Remus slapped on them. Anyway, Sirius loves Harry the most <3

I do have many thoughts about this! Unfortunately, most of those thoughts are contained in a 30K Raising Harry fic that I've since removed from AO3. But if Wormtail hadn't escaped that night, Sirius would have gotten his freedom and immediately petitioned for custody of Harry. He would have fought tooth and nail for it, fuck what Dumbledore thinks is best. He would have gotten it, too, and he would have figured out a loophole to keep Harry out of the tournament, and he also would have solved the whole Horcrux thing, rendering the last two books pointless. Honestly, JKR had to keep him from getting his freedom and then kill him off because he was too damn smart and would have ended the series after book 4.

I'm always intrigued by aro and/or ace Sirius! I also don't think Sirius was all that close to Lily or cared about her that much. Yeah, she wrote a letter to him once, but also he was her husband's other half and her son's godfather, she couldn't exactly ignore his existence. He was ALWAYS going to be part of their lives, so she might as well make peace with it. I am totally on board with a situation where James is with Sirius (whatever that means to you - romantically, sexually, queerplatonically, etc) as well as Lily (but Lily and Sirius are not involved with each other.) Even better, I'm here for a situation where James is cheating on Lily with Sirius ;) If it was anyone else, I don't think Sirius would put up with being someone little secret, but when it's James, I think he likes it just fine. Or it might not even be that much of a secret - he's sleeping with her husband and doesn't care if she knows or not. I'd actually kind of like him to flaunt it, now that I think about it.

Sorry, that last one ran off the rails right into toxic territory, but if anyone has a fic rec like that, give it to me immediately.

#imp speaks #prongsfoot #good godfather sirius black

[risetherivermoon]

headcanon that after hogwarts, sirius would give and take away "housepoints" to his friends, depending on the situation.

like:

Remus: no, padfoot, i'm not buying anymore weird word art signs for the flat-

Sirius: 10 points from gryffindor

Remus: Sirius I swear

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Peter: but yeah, the date went pretty well,

Sirius: 10 points to gryffindor for a job well done, wormtail

Peter: yay!

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Lily: hey Sirius— Wait, is that my shirt?

Sirius: possibly

Lily: give it back then!!

Sirius: no!

Lily: it's my shirt!

Sirius: thats 5 points from gryffindor, Evans!

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Remus: you need to put on an actual coat not your leather jacket, it's snowing

Sirius: 10 points from gryffindor, moony

Remus: Pads put the damn jacket on

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Remus: I love you too, i made breakfast

Sirius: ooo, 10 points to gryffindor

Remus: whatever, eat your pancakes

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James: and i love you sirius, you're the greatest best friend i could ever ask for, and nothing, and i mean nothing, could ever change that.

Sirius, sniffling: 50 points to gryffindor

#sirius black #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #harry potter #hp #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus x sirius #lily evans

[shipsgaysfordays]

Get it on, Wish, Heart, Dream, Lovesick, Hate, Beloved, Darling

This is likely going to be a first chapter, I think given this and the last story I wrote (Outside of Madness) I may just be really into the fake dating trope rn.

 They/them pronouns for Sirius.

Using all the prompts listed above from @wolfstarmicrofic

“Do you even have a heart?” Sirius said, rolling their eyes until they landed on the boy across from them. 

“Well Padfoot, we are playing cards, there’s about a 25% chance that I have at least one heart in my hand right now,” Moony spoke matter of factly, gesturing with his cards in his hands. 

“Not what I mean,” Sirius took a sip from their witches brew, mourning the last 4 losses. 

“Then I have no idea what you are referring to mate,” Remus grinned, that sly devilish grin that only comes from a winning streak in cards. 

“What are you talking about, Pads?” James asked, reminding Sirius that them and Remus are not alone. 

Sirius put their hands through their hair, “I don’t think I even know anymore,” their eyes stayed on Remus. Remus didn’t look back, all he saw were the cards. The numbers, the black and red, the spades, the clubs, the diamonds, the hearts, the chance of victory. 

“Well that’s nothing new,” Peter joked. 

A few cards are put down, some groups of kings, I’m fucked, some groups of aces, I’m dead–no coming back from this, and a tiny group of red 3’s added to the pile. 

“How about we make this round just a bit more interesting,” Peter says. 

“What are you suggesting, Wormy?” James almost regrets asking, Peter’s pranks are almost always some sort of embarrassing psychological torture, they love him but damn can the boy be a prick. Then again, he’s almost always at the end of the rest of their jokes.

“The winner and the biggest loser have to pretend they’re dating until valentine's day,” Peter takes a big sip of his beer, which gets almost immediately spit out as Sirius shakes him. 

“No, no, no, no!” Sirius shouts, “look I know we all play some sick jokes on each other sometimes, but we’re not ruining my chances of getting a date this valentines.” 

“Sounds like a chicken to me, what do you think Moony,” Peter turned to Remus, who was as bright red as the pigment on the cards he stared at. 

Remus blinked, “What did you say again Wormtail?” 

“You think Sirius’ being a cowardly little lion about this fake dating shit?” 

“Yeah…sure I guess, I mean it’s not really a dream for me either though. No offense, but we all know I’m going to be the winner, and I’m sorry but the idea of kissing one of you lads doesn’t really pique my fancy,” Remus picked at his sweater threads. Sirius really hates this idea that much, the boy thought, they’re really that disgusted with dating me, I mean it makes sense, but…I thought we might have something. I wish we did.

“And I thought we had some Gryffindors on our hands Wormy,” James leans his head on his fist, staring at the friends around him, “are we in or not?” 

Sirius stared at Remus for a moment, trying to will him to look up at them, to understand. This isn’t how this is supposed to happen. 

“OH, ohhhhhhh, what if the winner has to wear some t shirt, like Remus’ Beloved?” Peter smirks.

“Oh I’m in this now, I don’t think you understand how much I need that shirt, Wormy. I’m playing to win–I mean loose,” James says, glancing back at Sirius. 

Sirius sighs, “No, no, I forfeit,” and with that they got up and left the room, slamming the door. This isn’t just some joke, some stupid prank. This is fucking serious, they’re screwing me over. If I could just speak with James and Pete…just explain a few things to them.

Sirius stomped out haughty, down the steps to the common room, where next they were unsure until setting their eyes on a girl. 

…

“Get it on, get it on!” Peter chants as James pulls over his newly won shirt. 

The two boys proceed to stare at Remus expectantly, his new shirt still in his hands. 

“I hate you all,” Remus says, which he always says but it feels just a bit less like a joke this time.

“You know you love us, but you gotta put the shirt on, them’s the rules,” James smiles. 

After a minute of continued stillness and silence, an exacerbated Peter says, “Get. It. ON. Or I swear I’ll put it on you myself.”

Remus slips on the shirt James’ Darling written across his chest, his eyes light up for a moment and quickly he pulls a sweater on top of it, “Never specified that I couldn’t just cover it,” Remus grins from ear to ear, turning and leaving to the library with a spring in his step. Getting out of the room before any of the other boys could criticize him or change their random rules.

As soon as Remus is out of earshot, James turns back to Peter.

“And now we wait for the two idiots to realize how lovesick they are for each other,” James smiles. 

“Pleasure doing business with you Prongs,” Peter shakes his hand.

#wolfstar #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #fake dating

[prongsfootandco]

Could you please write something for possessive James

Rating: T Ship: James/Sirius Summary: After a run in with Sirius under the mistletoe, James has a crisis about his feelings for his best friend.

(I don't know why I made it Christmas... I'm sorry?) _

James hated Christmas. It felt like blasphemy to say after years of it being his favourite holiday, but this year it just couldn’t be helped. The reason for his sudden change of heart was one Sirius Black, as was to be expected with any great decision James made in his life. The problem was that for the first time in their four year friendship, James had come to realise that he was a little bit in love with his best friend, which was just great. As if Sirius’ ego needed another boost. 

It wasn’t enough that the whole damn school had to be in love with him, but now James was as well?!

The injustice of it all. 

Usually around Christmas time, James could be found trailing Lily in an attempt to try and catch her under the mistletoe, but he’d never been successful. She was too quick, but last time he’d nearly managed it. However, Sirius had barged into him and knocked him out of the way. Sirius had apologised for his clumsiness, and Lily had disappeared around the corner before James could chase after her, leaving James and Sirius stuck under the festive plant. 

And that was where it all began.

The kiss had been chaste, a bid for freedom from the magical plant more than anything else. It wasn’t meant to be life-changing or magical, just a quick peck between friends and then they’d move on with their day. Sirius would continue complaining about all the birds who tried to snog him around Christmas, and James would continue his flirtations with Lily. 

That was not what happened. 

Instead, James fixated on the moment, the scratch of stubble against his chin, the softness of Sirius’ lips, the tickle of his long black hair on James’ cheeks. He imagined what it might have been like if they were lovers instead of friends, would Sirius have deepened the kiss? Would James have let him? Yes. Absolutely. There would be no more rants in the common room about mistletoe or love potions. Sirius would sit with his head in James’ lap, their fingers intertwined as they smiled brightly at each other. 

They could be together. 

The realisation had hit James like a herd of hippogriffs, and now he was stuck with a crush that he didn’t know what to do with. Flirting with Lily was easy. He’d been doing it since he was eleven and too young to care about rejection. Flirting with Sirius was impossible. Everything he tried with Lily, James already did with Sirius as friends… minus the kissing and the dates. But even then they sort of did have dates. Wormtail and Moony both knew to leave the pair of them alone every so often. They would get grumpy if they didn’t get any quality time together. 

Fucking Merlin.

It was like they were already dating, and James didn’t know how to move forward from that. All he knew is that everyone kept flirting with his Sirius, and he did not like it one bit. So he’d decided that he hated Christmas until he could fix this mess. 

If he could fix this mess. 

“Bloody hell, Prongs,” Sirius grumbled as he vaulted through the portrait, his scarlet robes billowing behind him. “Jessica Vane almost caught me earlier. I swear between Valentines and Christmas, I’m running out of time. The harpies are going to chain me down one of these days. Damn holidays get worse every year.”

James just glared at his friend, well not really at Sirius. His rage was directed at those who were trying to steal Sirius from him, but they weren’t here and Sirius was. “Can’t you just tell them to fuck off?”

“Woah there, Jamie. That’s a bit violent, even for you, not to mention a bit hypocritical. Isn’t this exactly what you keep doing with Evans?”

James flinched. Yes. It was true, but he’d not bothered her since the beginning of the month, since his kiss with Sirius, and the school holidays were almost upon them. “Kept. Past tense.”

“Is the great James Potter finally admitting defeat?”

“Shut it, Pads.”

“Merlin, you’re in a mood today,” Sirius teased before flopping down onto the sofa and into James’ lap, his hair fanning out over James’ legs. “What’s got your wand in a knot?”

“Bloody Jessica Vane. No. All of them. Why is it that the girls of Hogwarts all lose their collective mind over Christmas?”

“Some boys too,” added Sirius as he smirked up at James, silver eyes sparkling. 

“It’s stupid. You’re too good for any of them.”

There was a beat of silence as Sirius peered up at him, his eyes narrowed and calculating. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“And who? My dearest Prongs, would you deem good enough for me? Or am I doomed to be a spinster whilst you marry Evans?”

“I’m not marrying Evans,” James snapped. “And you’re not going to be a spinster. You have me.”

“Ah, so a bachelor pad?” 

Urgh. James groaned. Why was Sirius being so impossible? All the teasing and the laughter usually had James in a good mood, but today it just angered him. His jaw clenched and Sirius was pushed to the floor. Before he could listen to Sirius’ protest, James had fled the room. He marched up the stairs to the dorms and pulled the curtains of his four poster bed shut behind him. 

The next day started off just about the same. His bad mood had not faded overnight, and on the journey from the common room to the Great Hall, Sirius had ducked out of the way of no less than three bunches of mistletoe. To make matters worse, Lily decided to corner James after breakfast in the courtyard. 

“Out with it, Potter,” she said, one hand on her hip and her eyes gleaming emerald. “Not that I don’t welcome the break, but what changed your mind?”

James just grunted, but his eyes flashed to Sirius before he could stop them, and Lily Evans wasn’t known as the brightest witch of her age for no reason. 

“Oh, I see.” She clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, good luck, Potter, and remind me to send Black a thank you note.”

“Shut it,” grumbled James, his cheeks aflame. “Oh for the love of!”

In the few minutes that James had been separated from his best friend, the harpies had descended. Sirius was rolling his eyes and smirking at his suitors, but it was clear they were being kept at a distance. 

Only James couldn’t help but remember Sirius’ words from the day before. It was only a matter of time before Sirius chose one, or was chained down in his own words, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Would you all just piss off?!” James roared as he approached the centre of the courtyard. “He’s not interested. He’ll never be interested. Get over him!”

Silver eyes flashed up, one perfectly sculpted brow raising at him. 

James didn’t think. There wasn’t time. He took Sirius’ face in his hands, and crashed their lips together. Sirius wasted no time in kissing him back with the same fierce passion, the pair of them lost in each other until they heard Remus and Peter whistling at them. James reluctantly pulled back, his fingers trailing from Sirius’ cheek to rest at the nape of his neck. 

“Mine,” he whispered as he pressed their foreheads together. 

Sirius chuckled, his breath warm against James’ skin. “I always have been, you idiot. Nice of you to catch up.”

“Mine,” James repeated, pouting at his friend. 

“Yours,” agreed Sirius before capturing James’ lips in another kiss. 

Mistletoe had sprung up around them, and for the first time that year, James didn’t care. Perhaps Christmas wasn’t so bad after all. 

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter #sirius black #james x sirius #james/sirius #Prongsfoot fandom taking back our tags #they are not brothers #get over it

[phantomgrimalkin]

Lunacy Chapter 11 - Wolfstar raising Harry, Drarry, Wolfstar have a werewolf kid - T

"He needs a marauder name now, of course," Sirius insisted brightly, hugging his godson close after they'd gone back inside, gotten dried off, and settled into the sitting room.  "Well we aren't letting the person responsible for 'Moony' and 'Wormtail' decide," Remus said blandly, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust. "You love Moony!" Sirius complained. Remus chuckled, "I love you, you daft mutt, but as a fifteen year old trying to hide lycanthropy you know damn well I hated being called that."

#harry potter #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter fanfiction #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #draco malfoy #tonks #animagus

[whitevesper]

sirius “i’m the damn drama queen of hogwarts and wizarding world” black

james “that would be fun, i suppose, right?” potter

peter “ - omg we really did it my idea works - it’s my idea wormtail” pettigrew

and

remus “no please not one more time a swear i kill you if you say “everything for our moony” once again” lupin

#marauders #marauders textpost #marauders quotes #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #wolfstar

[folklore-girl]

Dearest Hana,

Merlin it's been a long time since we last talked. How are you? Everything's well here. I am perfect. As I hope you already know. I and Prongs are raising up the standards of pranks around this school. I mean pretty low standards for my liking. Moony pretends to be annoyed but you know him he enjoys them more than us. I still can't understand how in the world he always gets out of detention. Probably because he always gives off the smart vibes and is Minnie's favourite.

Anyway I am thinking about going to the Wizarding world fair nearby. Let's ditch school on that day and be off. Our map will be our guide. It will take some time to convince Moony, Prongs and Wormtail are obviously on board. What do you say love? If you agree he will have to too. I don't think either of you can resist my charm.

Also I covered the transfiguration homework but I am stuck on Astronomy one. Regulus being the dearest brother he is isn't helping me. I am thinking of charming his hair red for that but I do have a will to live. Considering that you are the smart one you must have already done it. You won't mind sharing now would you? Ah of course you are the best. My most sincere regards.

Come back soon. I miss your stupid ass. Don't tell anyone I said that.

Yours truly,

Padfoot.

dear padfoot,

yes, since you went to hogwarts and totally forgot about me. *rolls eyes dramatically* anyways, i am good, thanks for remembering. oh damn, i wish i was there to join you in those foolish pranks. yes, yes i see, moony is an idiot (and you are SO obsessed with him).

great idea!! i’ll join you too then. *grins* yes but you do know he’ll be joining us only because of you, right?

huh, typical regulus behaviour, i suppose. you can’t blame him though, as you never do your homework on time and always beg. but red-haired regulus? marvellous idea, padfoot!! he’d look dashing in that colour, don’t you think? *grins mischievously*

ah, that’s alright, i’ll share my homework with you. but you’ll have to pay me back next time, okay?

awh, and i miss your stupid hair. (that wasn’t a compliment, don’t let that go to your head)

yours,

hana <3.

#THIS #AKHSJKJSSHSJSJ #ELEANOR I LOVE YOU

[akizenyx]

Life Long Friends

623 words

warnings: brief language

Year 1, Chapter 2:

The new group of five friends walked around the castle after being escorted to the common room of where they will be living for the next couple months. As they are all chatting Peter started telling the others a story from a week ago and accidentally mentioned his Animagus, which the 4 boys agreed was not allowed to discuss with others. “Peter!!!” James said quite loudly due to the presence of y/n, the newcomer. Then Sirius clarified that she's fine to know “Chill out prongs, she already knows about mine, she even has one herself. She's also part of this now too, and you know our main rule.” “No keeping anything from anyone” they all said in unison. “So y/n, what exactly is your Animagus?” said a curious Remus. “A dragon. I’ve only really done it to its lowest power though. My dad forbids me from using it in its largest form so I'm unsure of what it looks like then.” “Damn, that's hardcore” replies James. “Just to clarify, James is a buck, so we call him Prongs, Peter is a rat, so he's Wormtail, Remus is a werewolf so he's Moony, and you know mine and I'm Padfoot,” says Sirius. “ I think Scales suits y/n” Remus decides. They all agree and start talking about their home lives, telling stories, and laughing at jokes. All of the sudden, Filch turns around a corner and they catch his eye. “HEY YOU, YA FILTHY HEATHENS, GO TO BED!” he exclaims dramatically. They all run up the stairs that are obstacle like and unnecessarily difficult, laughing more than ever. As soon as they finally reach the fat lady after what feels like forever they are all exhausted with aching legs. “Caput Draconis!” Says James, triggering the painting to open. The 5 of them step inside the common room and it’s surprisingly empty. “Seriously? It's the first day and they aren't throwing a party?? BO-RINGGGG.” Remarks a disappointed Sirius. Remus then scolds Sirius and says “not everyone wants to risk their first impression on Dumbledore to be getting trouble Pads.” Siri rolls his eyes then Peter asks, “Speaking of first impressions with Dumbledore, what happened with the sorting hat and you, y/n?” Looking around, y/n answers with “I honestly have no clue. At first I thought I was getting Gryffindor but the hat kept going. It was weird, I mean, even Dumbledore was taken aback.” “Maybe you're special, like the long lost heir of something.” says Remus, and they all laugh. They continue talking about the upcoming events this year, their classes, and what they think it's going to be like. After a while, James falls asleep and the others decide to prank him because, well, why not? “Peter, go grab some lemon from the cabinet over there. Remus, go grab the dish soap from the sink, and y/n grab one of the red cups from the counter and fill it with toilet water please. I’ll get the saran wrap, BREAK.” 

Everyone gets what they were assigned to and they all meet back at the couch James is calmly resting on, unaware of what's to come. Sirius carefully places a slice of lemon between James’ lips and they all wait for the magic to happen. James wakes up with a jerk, smacks his head on the saran wrap, grabs the cup of water beside him, drinks it, then when he realizes what it is he jumps up to spit it out in the sink but slips on the soapy floor. All of the friends burst out laughing. Everyone except James of course. “Are you fucking serious right now?” he says in a tired yet stern voice. “Well, I'm always Sirius but these guys are simply not,” retorts Sirius. Eventually, they all say their goodbyes and head to bed. Y/n thinks to herself soon before drifting off, ~I think this year won't be that bad. But who knows what tomorrow will bring.~

#james potter #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #young sirius black #sirius orion black #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius being sirius #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders era #70s