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siriuslysnuffles · 2 years
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Reputation Chapter 2: Dress (Part 1)
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this story, and, to be honest, I’m not exactly sure where I was headed with this story when I started it over 3 years ago. However, hopefully it’s still enjoyable! 
This can also be read on AO3 and FFN. 
Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified
–Taylor Swift, the icon
It’s twelve past seven in the morning when she wakes up in an unknown bed accompanied with the worst headache she’s had since the Giant Squid Incident of ’76. She takes note of the sheets adorned in badgers and the stuffed badger she was holding close to her chest, and she recalls the horrors of the night before. Teasing his posh accent, the mischievous look in his hazel eyes as they flirted, her embarrassment after their kiss, and—most importantly—the vast amount of badgers. And yet, despite the badger fascination, James Potter still didn’t even make the top 5 on the list of weirdest guys she had ever gone home with. Although, he did hold the top slot for the most frustrating . . . for more reasons than she cared to admit.
She should be more embarrassed about the previous night, but well . . . it’s hard not to find it endearing when a cute guy takes you home and tries to sober you up, especially someone as incredibly wholesome as James Hufflepuff Potter. She turns over and sees his tousled head that—even in her hungover state—she would kill to run her hands through. Her fingers touch the edges of his hair, which is quickly disrupted by the sound of a chuckle coming from the corner of the room. Her heart rate accelerated . . . maybe she would have to kill.
She quickly sits up—dropping Bludger in the process—not focusing on who the intruder was but rather on protecting them. (This was war.) Despite her wandless state, she begins uttering the first curse that comes to mind, ‘Furnun—’
‘Really, boils?’ The unfamiliar voice interrupts. The sound sending a sharp pain to her head. Bloody. Fucking. Whisky. After taking a moment for the throbbing to slow down, she notices the curly hair and the leather jacket from the night before. Her heart rate slows down, and she feels the body next to her move. So, she was finally meeting the notorious Sirius Black.
She heard stories about him during her time at Hogwarts. Stories about the grey-eyed boy who looked like he wanted to destroy the world, stories about the boy who seemed to hold a hatred for most people. She would hear girls whisper in the loos, comparing his beauty to that of the Greek gods: beautiful with pain and anger. Most people wondered how such an angsty person managed to claw their way into Hufflepuff in the first place (as ludicrous as it sounded, it was even rumored that he bribed the sorting hat itself). However, she hadn’t given him much thought during their overlapping years at Hogwarts, well . . . besides the fact that he hung out with the cute Hufflepuff chaser.
Yet, she could hardly regard him as someone capable of such angst as he made his way over to the bed she shared with said chaser, a grin on his face as his eyes shifted to the stuffed badger.
The corner of his mouth twitched. ‘Really, Prongs? You do that with Bludger present?’
She heard a groan, followed by the sound of the stuffed animal in question being thrown as James shifted onto his side. For a Quidditch player, you’d think he’d have better aim. But, she supposed this wasn’t the first time Sirius Black had uninvitingly disrupted his friend’s peace when the latter had company over—albeit this was likely the least eventful session he’s disrupted. Nonetheless, Lily laughed as she turned onto her side, now facing James. And without a shred of hesitation, she breathlessly—perhaps with a bit of dramatisation—said: ‘How dare you treat Sir Badger that way?’ With a pout, she reached for the wand that lied forgotten between them and summoned Bludger from the space he landed next to Sirius’s leg. ‘He deserves better,’ she said, clutching Bludger to her chest once more.
James eyed her, an eyebrow raised with his lips twitching now, ‘What are you going to do about that, Evans?’
Her eyes turned to him, gazing briefly at his lips. ’I—‘  The sound of a cough disrupted her. She threw an annoyed glanced at the boy who simply shrugged and smirked.
’Seriously,’ James uttered, sitting up and glaring at the unabashed party. ‘Don’t,’ James warned as a twinkle in Sirius’s eyes grew.
‘You’re no fun.’ Sirius pouted.
‘As much as I enjoy your company first thing in the morning, Padfoot, is there a particular reason you decided to grace us with your presence?’
Lily noticed the quick glance he shot her way before saying, ‘We’ve been called in to work.’ She took his raised eyebrow as an indication that it was time for her to get going.
She saw the pair of them exchange glances and quickly got to her feet.
‘Fine,’ Sirius said before turning around.
She shot James a puzzled look. ‘He doesn’t happen to be a legilimens, does he?’
James laughed as he got up as well, stretching his arm in a way that would have had anyone drooling. Really, men with attractive arms had an unfair advantage. She could image lic—. His reply interrupted her train of thought. ‘No, he’s just been around me for over a decade, so he basically knows my reactions to most things.’
‘Your fellow Hufflepuff.’ She picked up her shoes and dress from the floor before meeting his eyes again. ‘Does he have extensive Hufflepuff decor in his room, too?’
‘Oh, it’s much worse.’ He enunciated as he came closer to her. ‘Puts the entirety of Hufflepuff house to shame . . . I’ll ask him if I can give you a tour sometime, if you’d like.’ He ruffled his already distraught hair.
Bloody fucking hell, even his sheepishness was cute. That was not fair, no one should look so cute that her ovaries were at risk of exploding. Fuck.
‘Anytime.’
***
‘So, Lily—‘
‘Said the funniest thing,’ Sirius interrupted three weeks later.
James pouted from his place on Edgar Bones’s sofa, ‘That’s not what I was going to say.’
The former arched his eyebrow, ‘Oh, really?’
‘Well . . . she did owl me a funny story the other day. You know how—‘
Sirius sighed heavily, ’Just ask the bird out already, Prongs.’
’It’s not that easy. It’s not like I can just say “I think you’re brilliant and would love to take you out, but I’m actually a member of a super secret Anti-Voldemort organization and might be called in for secret missions at any moment. Also, the hours are terrible.”’ Sirius laughed. ’Plus,’ James continued. ‘Have you seen her eyes, Sirius? They’re so green. Like I have no bloody idea how I held it together that night.’
‘Post-mission adrenaline?’
‘Unless you slipped me some liquid luck.’
Sirius scoffed. ‘You think I would waste liquid luck on your love life?’ He shook his head. ‘No amount of luck could help you there.’
‘Oi, don’t make me jinx you,’ James teased.
‘What’d Padfoot do now?’ Remus asked, taking a seat next to James. Peter followed suit, taking a seat next to Sirius on the floor.
’The usual,’ James said at the same time that Sirius uttered, ‘Why do you always think I’m up to something?’
‘Because we literally made a map that says we’re up to something,’ Peter reminded him.
‘And, we’ve met you,’ Remus said with a knowing look.
Sirius pouted. ‘Prongs is in love with the bird he met at the pub a few weeks ago, and—like a good friend—I’m encouraging him to ask the bird out.’
‘I’m not in love,’ James objected as more Order member began infiltrating the livingroom.
All three of them shot him skeptical look; all three of them had experience with how fast and headfirst James fell in love.
‘I’m not,’ he repeated as Dumbledore began the meeting.
James’s mother had always had a saying about being careful what you say because things so easily become a reality. Had he known that, he would have said her named a long time ago, would have prayed it even.
The room quieted as she made her entrance. Her green robes appearing to swoosh around her, her red curls seeming to bounce energetically, and James couldn’t imagine anyone not instantly falling in love with her.
‘Lily Evans,’ he whispered.
‘Oh, this should be good,’ Sirius chuckled.
‘Ah, I’m glad you could join us tonight,’ Dumbledore said as Lily took a seat next to a tall, slender lady with striking, platinum blond hair. ‘I’d like all of you to give your warmest welcome our newest member, Miss Lily Evans.’ She gave a small wave and looked around to observe the other members. She thought she’d recognized a few members from Hogwarts—Professor McGonagall, of course . . .  a boy with mousy brown hair . . . and a boy with sandy brown hair who she thinks had been the prefect a few years her senior. She was a moment away from looking away before she noted the boy next to the former prefect.
‘Oh god,’ she whispered as she heard Dumbledore introducing her as a former Head Girl and current potioneer at the Ministry. Her hands began shaking as their eyes locked, their secret moment in the crowded room going unnoticed as Dumbledore continued with whatever logistics he had been discussing before her arrival.
‘All right, Evans?’ he mouthed. Everything stop around her for a moment.
Finally, she responded. ‘All right, Potter,’ she mouthed back.
She turned back to focus on Dumbledore, but a ball of anticipation bounced around in her stomach as she waited for the meeting to be over.
‘. . . and, lastly, James and Sirius, Lily will be joining you two on your next undercover mission.’
A torturous, earth gravitating, lovely, fucking bloody hell.
‘Yes, sir,’ she heard Sirius say, a hint of amusement in his voice.
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gottabewolfstar · 2 months
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He's home now. (in this house we love and love their friendship)
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courfee · 3 months
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I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'til forever falls apart
part 2 of my submission for @sillylovesongsfest for the assigned prompted song Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS
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siriussslut · 9 months
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boners at the theater
warnings: semi-public sex, creaming in pants, & scariest of all- prongsfoot. they’re just friends who help each other get off tho so it’s okay xx
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sirius shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his sudden boner so hard it’s painful. he and james are sitting in the last row of the movie theater, and the closest person is in the next row, 7 seats down. the movie lights the theater in a soft red glow. he glances over at james and sees a tent in his jeans too.
he leans down to whisper in james’ ear. “hey, james,”
“hm?” he doesn’t look away from the movie. some hot girl is on screen, drenched head-to-toe, her nipples hard through her dress.
“i’ll help you with yours if you’ll help me with mine.”
“what?” he finally meets his gaze, eyebrows pinched together.
sirius gestures at their laps.
james turns a dark shade of crimson. “…here?”
sirius grins cheekily, placing a hand on james’ erection. he palms him through the denim of his jeans, and james muffles a gasp behind his hand.
“what if we get caught?” he whispers.
he leans closer. “that makes it more fun.” he slips his hand down the waistband of his jeans, feeling his cock through his briefs.
james hesitates and then nods, reaching over to touch sirius. sirius sighs quietly when james’ fingers reach his dick, wrapping around the shaft. sirius mimics the action with james’.
james is softer, slowly sliding up and down sirius’ cock, while sirius is rougher, moving at a brutal pace, ever so often reaching down to tug on james’ balls. james twitches every time he does.
when james’ hand sends him into what feels like heaven, he leans closer to rest his head against james’ shoulder. he can hear his pulse fluttering through his neck, his skin sticky with sweat.
a bubble of pre-cum licks against sirius’ hand and the sensation sends him over the edge. he gasps as he comes, soaking his clothes. james bites down on a whimper, playing with sirius through his orgasm as he finishes himself.
he creams in his pants, dick twitching as he paints sirius’ hand with his cum.
james pulls a shaky hand out of sirius’ jeans, his waistband snapping back against his skin. sirius pulls his own hand back as well, licking the cum off of his fingers. james watches wide-eyed.
“going to the bathroom,” he whispers, stepping away with a grin.
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isabel-lillah · 1 month
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Barty and James being friends and Barty standing up for James
James has been officially dating Regulus for six months now. Barty, together with Evan, found out about this roughly four months ago when they came to their dorm to find James sleeping in Regulus's bed.
Barty was reserved at first. He didn't want to be friends with the obnoxious James 'happy-go-lucky' Potter. However, he quickly learned that disgustingly positive and loud persona was really just that. A persona.
Barty isn't sure why James feels comfortable being himself around him and his friends of all people. Evan believes it's Reg's influence - Barty thinks James just realizes that their Slytherin group (and Pandora) are the last people to judge him for not always being energetic or happy. Despite the popular belief, their friend group communicates feeling like shit really well. They're all aware that people are all kinds of fucked up and that a person's upbringing doesn't determine what issues they have.
That being said, he actually grew to like James. He knows he can always get an honest opinion from him and surprisingly good relationship advice. Because apparently James is more observant than he lets on and he clocked in on Barty's crush on Evan within minutes of meeting both of them.
Not to mention he can be just as unhinged as him if he wants to.
On one memorable occasion, he also let James drag him away from a fight which saved him from a long detention.
A detention like the one he's coming back from right now. It's pretty late, but he's not tired, so he decided to take a longer route than usual while walking back to his dorm. And thank fuck for that, because that's how he finds out that Sirius goddamned Black has been giving James shit for being friends with Barty.
"Sirius, I don't want to fight about this. Not again. I know you don't like him, but he is my friend. I don't force you to be friends with him, so why does it bother you?" echoed through the hall which Barty just stepped on. No one noticed him.
"James, it's Crouch. There's nothing good about him. He's crazy. How did you even become friends with him?"
James honest to Salazar looked so exhausted that Barty worried he would just pass out right then and there.
"You know what a free will is, right?" Barty finally decided to announce himself, partly to help James dodge Sirius's last question. This is not how the relationship should be outed to him.
"Crouch," Sirius greeted.
"Crouch Junior," Barty and James replied automatically. Barty will deny to his last breath that James correcting his last name like that made him happy.
"Listen, Black. I don't care that you don't like me. I'm not your biggest fan either. But for the love of Merlin, stop acting like an asshole to your best friend just because he got some new friends and he won't stand up to you properly because he cares about you. You take pride in being a Gryffindor, right? Then fucking act like it, suck up your pride and have a normal conversation."
Sirius looked pissed and James looked...relieved? The guy seriously needs to learn to stand up to his best friend when he's being an asshole, Barty decided.
And if, after leaving, Barty stopped behind the corner of the corridor to listen to James finally putting Sirius off a bit for saying shit about James's friendship choices, well, nobody needs to know.
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jamespotterbbg · 2 months
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rip james and sirius potter. you would've dressed in all pink for the barbie movie and cried during the monologue.
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myprongsfootera · 9 months
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This fandom is so funny
Two best friends? Who are completely and totally obsessed with each other? And finish each other's sentences? And need to be together every waking minute? To the point that they invent new ways to pull it off even when they're apart? Because they're that obsessed with each other?
And this is a rarepair????
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We need more Sirius just doing the most fucked up shit thinking its completely normal and James being like... haha... um no we DON'T throw stones at cats around here... actually, its considered RUDE to punch someone in the face... yes even if they pushed you a little in the corridor
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lilyystarr · 29 days
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PERSONALLY !!!
the difference between moonwater and prongsfoot is prongsfoot have only made out and jacked eachother off like once but moonwater went all the way ✋ and that’s my truth
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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months
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Prompt: seven (Taylor Swift) - Pairing: platonic prongsfoot - Rating: T - Thanks @siriuslyverilantheslytherin, hope you don't mind I took this in a different direction!
Dear mum,
Hogwarts is great. It's even better than you and dad described it. It's ginormous and I can't wait to explore. I'm in Gryffindor, I hope you're proud.
I have a new friend named Sirius. He says he's named after a star. Did you name me after something?
I told Sirius all about you and dad but he doesn't like to talk about his family a lot. I think they get mad at him. Like really mad. He got a letter from them the second day of school that made him cry for a long time. Do you know what might make parents mad at their kid all the time? Like maybe some sort of curse? The thing is, Sirius isn't a bad kid. He sometimes annoys the professors but he's smart and he never puts his elbows on the table, like you and dad always get on me about.
I guess I just don't understand why parents would make their kid cry like Sirius cried. He seemed scared.
Do you think he can come live with us? He can share my room.
Love,
James P.
And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry
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lexithwrites · 2 months
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y'all really out here thinking sirius and james haven't hooked up?
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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 year
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sirius and james are those friends who each individually have 3 braincells each, but when they are together they collectively have 5
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ronarry and prongsfoot are so damn addicting because the idea that you can be an asshole, you can show the worst qualities of yourself, you can make terrible mistakes, and someone can still become your best friend and express affection for you and fall in love with you makes my head SPIN
that, guys, is a love that comes once in a lifetime. fuck i love them so much 😭😭😭
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fox-marauder · 26 days
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little did i know when i was thirteen and reading harry potter that i would end up on tumblr writing about harry's dad, his werewolf professor and his godfather escaped from prison.
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why tf does prongsfoot not get more attention
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i dont wanna hear that bullshit excuse "they're just friends!!"
bitch ik that if there was this sort of dynamic with any other two male characters IN ANY OTHER FANDOM IT WOULD BE POPULAR AS FUCK
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i know this has been talked about to death already, but the way such a large part of the fandom characterises the marauders feels so mean spirited like- what do you mean they can barely tolerate each other? what do mean remus is always annoyed and exasperated what do you mean peter’s not part of the group what do you mean james is all sunshine and no substance what do you mean sirius’ existence warrants an apology in and of itself?
legit it’s just. idc if your incorrect quotes are just jokes, they make it look like the marauders are barely acquaintances who don’t even genuinely get along most of the time. if these supposed ‘best friends’ of whom half are supposedly soulmates don’t even seem to they like each other, why do you still claim they’re an iconic friend group??
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