#good grandfather james potter

[padfootastic]

i keep thinking of prongsfoot grandparents.

james is overjoyed to hold a baby in his arms again. he tries to get harry to leave the kids with him as often as possible, to the point that harry’s like ‘dad, can we borrow our child for a sec pls? just to remind them who gave birth here’ and james just has this huge pout and a put-upon sigh like ‘yeah fine, i guess’

and sirius is like the extremely overindulgent grandfather (he’s still called papa in this universe btw. james is gramps) who’ll buy out entire stores if his grandkid so much as thought out about it. harry’s just like ‘seriously? u did not have to rent out an entire theme park for my five year old. she won’t even remember this.’ ‘sirius i don’t want them to grow up as spoilt brats’ and he’s just like ‘chill. u turned out fine’

and because they’re like, super young, right? u have the classic trope of j&s in public, someone going ‘oh your kids are so cute!’ and them going haha no while lilylu screams ‘gramps!’ in the bg.

(also o k listen. prongsfoot as silver fox babes???) (harry already knows the pain of having people around him fantasise about his extremely hot dads but now his kids have to go through round 2 of their friends doing the same w their grandfathers)

#harry potter #james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot #good grandfather sirius black #good grandfather james potter #i went into the prongsfoot tag and got pissed as fuck #then a couple others and my day is ruined before it’s even begun #so i need to distract myself from screaming into the void #anyway. i don’t think i’ve talked about my love for silver fox daddies on here yet #you cannot tell me the look would not slap for these two #like their default is dilf #and then now they have greys coming in??? peeking out from the temples??? strands woven into curls??? #should i introduce a new tag saying pen’s thirsty lmao bc 🥵 #also james potter with a dad bod is such a precious image #he can still smoke the kids on a broom tho #like u just *know* these would be the fav oldies in the family #‘how dare u call us oldies we r in the prime of our life’ #*proceeds to fuck in the shower & pull their backs trying to prove a point* #that’s a hard one to explain the next day #‘i fell down the stairs’ ‘…u were trying to chase ur youth again werent u’ #I LOVE THEM SM #will someone please write this for me #pen’s notes #pen’s favourites

[impishtubist]

I am reading a book right now where a baby character keeps getting referred to as “Baby J” and now I desperately need fic where Granddad Sirius calls James Sirius “Baby J” please and thank you.

#sirius black #james sirius potter #granddad sirius #sirius black is the best grandfather send tweet #imp fic prompt #good godfather sirius black

[rewritingcanon]

I just ADORE the idea of potter sibs learning lessons from their namesakes and being nothing like them :)

James being calm and studious and kinder than his namesakes

Albus learning how NOT to handle very specific social situations from his namesakes

And Lily is just like "FUCK them kids lmao"

YESSSSS literally.

james is more popular than his namesakes were (i like to think james and sirius were just impervious to popularity&they just gave 0 fucks, although sirius was default popular because of his surname and his attractiveness) because hes more welcoming and less of a dick and a nepobaby, but he’s emotionally distant with his peers and finds it hard to open up to others because he’s always a little suspicious of people (unlike james sr, who was an open book). he plays quidditch because he knows he should and it makes his mum happy and its kinda fun and hes kinda good but hes not that passionate about it. he gets amazing grades because hes studies a lot and not because hes a natural genius (unlike sirius, who didnt have to study hard for anything to pass comfortably). james a perfectionist, by-the-book person who struggles to think outside of the box, unlike his grandfather whos genius lied in nothing else.

albus reminds me more of his namesakes than the other two potter siblings, but he probably would appreciate the comparison the least. he’s quiet and lonesome and angsty with a ‘no one will understand me’ mindset, but severely attaches himself to the people he loves, and carries them with him throughout his life without ever moving on (all exactly like severus). hes cunning and always ready to martyr himself (both dumbledore and severus), but hes way more audacious and simple. he has a ‘1 + 1 = 2 end of story’ mind that he got from his parents that completely goes against severus and dumbledore’ long game of chess. albus does not care for such BS, hes still got that gryffindor dawg in him. he will go against every expectation set out for him on purpose (unlike dumbledore and snape, who will use their reputation to their advantage). also, albus is happy lmfao. its why he commits his life to himself and not to others like his namesakes did. he wants simple things like nicely-cooked dinners, warm houses, and to get married young and start a family. kind of like his dad and grandmother.

and lilyyyyy. she is all over the place. she is the quidditch star, the loud one in class, the person who fakes her report cards so her mum doesnt freak out at her. shes not studious like her grandmother, she attracts people to her and selects the greatest pick out of the litter for friends, and shes got a lot of friends (unlike lily evans, who’s love is so concentrated and loyal to very few, and luna who was socially repellent). she travels everywhere because shes a glutton for experiences, she doesnt plan ahead, shes will never be tied down— not even by true love and the prospect of staying with them forever. shes open like luna but her mind is more of a straight arrow than luna’s genius. lily grows up and never has any kids, not because she hates children but because she just never particularly wanted to. she never grew out of being reckless and impatient and impulsive, and she had always known that those traits would not be compatible with raising a child and she was okay with that (unlike lily evans who had always wanted to be a mother, and had dedicated herself to her baby).

#asp kind of like his namesakes a little bit #except hes not a LOSER like them 🙄 (he is a loser) #didnt mean to yap about them but what elsw do i do on thia acc besides that #harry potter #hp #hpcc #cursed child #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #james sirius potter #scorbus #<- bcuz thats who albus marries obvi #lily luna potter #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #luna lovegood #severus snape #albus dumbledore #ginny weasley #lilysander #jily #ask #anon #rewriting

[siriusblack-the-third]

So, I just re-read your ficlet about Sirius telling Harry about his grandparents and how his eyes look like Fleamont not Lily. Tell us more about Harry's similarities with Potter family apart from Fleamont's eyes in your HCs please. 🙏

Alrighttttt lets goooooooo

People (as in HP fans) often attribute Harry's explosive temper to Lily— false. It comes from James. Who got it from Euphemia. Both of them had been quite infamous for their temper when they had been alive.

The Potter Family Heirs have an affinity for Death Magic and Necromancy. That was one of the main contributors to Harry ending up as the Master of Death; only the direct descendants of the Peverell Line have the ability to possess all three hallows at the same time. Others who try either go insane or suffer a painful death— which is what happened to Harry's great-great-great-grandfather, who had married into the family.

The shape of Harry's wrists is all Euphemia. They're bony and veiny and almost delicate, but perfect for sharp flicking movements that are an essential skill in magical duelling. Euphemia used to be an Olympic Duelling Champion who specialised in dark-leaning Grey spells— Harry's magic is more similar to hers than either of his parents.

Talking of Harry's and Euphemia's magic— they both see their magic as a living entity separate from themselves. In their mind's eye, their own magic is a coiling, hissing, venomous green serpent. Dangerous, ready to strike at any minute. It is why both of them hold back a lot, when they duel. They're afraid of setting that snake loose.

Harry finds out that his grandmother had the same magic as his on his twenty-first birthday, when the Peverell Castle finally becomes legally his and he goes rooting through the house along with Ron and Hermione. A bunch of journals of the older generations of Potters, dating all the way back to when the line was known as Peverell, made up a substantial chunk of the huge library. Some of those journals belonged to Euphemia, documenting every year of her life from the age of eleven.

Harry's gift of Parseltongue comes from both the Potter grandparents. The Peverell line, being saturated with Death Magic and Necromancy, had Parseltongue woven into the family inheritance (snakes being a powerful symbol of the passage of time and of the cycle of death and rebirth). As for Euphemia, she was Indian— a country which has the highest relative population of Parselmouths in the world. (Side note: Fleamont is quarter Indian. His mother's mother.)

Harry's height is half Fleamont, half Lily. Euphemia was short, and so was Fleamont's mother, but James inherited the good genes and grew to be an inch taller than Fleamont, who was already a good six feet. Lily was five foot eight inches (almost 173cm). Harry is a terrifying six feet two inches.

These are all that I have right now, but do send asks!! I love answering them!!

#james potter #harry potter #harry james potter #fleamont potter #euphemia potter #lily evans #harry potter headcanon #harry potter headcanons #potter family #potter family lore #amrut writes #indian potter family #indian james potter #indian harry potter

[chierafied]

Get A Room

Read on AO3.

For the Jily Gift Exchange 2024 by @jilymicrofics Gift for EllieMarchetti, fic request: "An alternative Universe, rom-com vibe fic where Jily are on a school trip and in order to let Sirius and Marlene sleep together they have to share a room despite the fact they can't stand each other."

Let the record show that Lily Evans was no cock-blocker. But Marlene McKinnon really owed her a big one for this, Lily thought glumly as she glowered at her paperback, pointedly ignoring the man at the opposite side of the small hotel room. How was she supposed to enjoy Carrie Soto absolutely owning it in Wimbledon, when this one pillock kept pacing at the other end of the room like a tireless toddler who’d plundered the sweets drawer? Just watching him was exhausting.   

Not that she was watching him! Nuh-uh! She didn’t want to abuse her poor eyes and brain by taking in his sorry appearance. That thick dark hair he kept mussing up or the glasses that never seemed to sit quite straight on his nose. The way he grinned, much too often and just a little crooked. The graceful way he moved in that baffled her. The forearms that always seemed to be on display because he kept rolling up his sleeves. The jawline that was hard not to stare at.  

Ugh. He was an infuriating man. No wonder Lily had so very little tolerance for him. She’d been meticulously avoiding him, ever since the welcoming party for freshers at the start of the school year. She’d overheard him bragging about his rich parents and football team captaincy and his grandfather being an alumnus of their university. Lily had decided then and there that she wanted nothing to do with rich legacy prick like him.  

Only that wasn’t so easy now that her best friend had decided to date his best friend. And of course, this development had sprung to life shortly before the three-day trip to London.   

She’d really been looking forward to the trip, too. As well as getting to share a hotel room with Marlene. In her mind, it would have been a great time reminiscent of the sleepovers of old. But of course, Marlene had chosen a boy over a grand girls’ pyjama party.   

Lily frowned down at her book and wondered if Marlene was planning to stay in Sirius’ room all night. Lily’s plan had been to read her book and ignore James Potter. But she couldn’t concentrate on Carrie Soto’s comeback. And James Potter was, annoyingly enough, the kind of bloke you couldn’t easily ignore. She was all too aware of his maddening presence in the room. The tension brimming in the gulf of silence between them hardly helped.   

Lily sighed. If she was stuck here with Potter, potentially for hours, she’d crack under the pressure of the awkward silence. She snapped her paperback shut and looked up, meeting his stare with resentful resignation.  

*

James wanted to kill Sirius. Or maybe give him a good long kiss. He was undecided, because his emotions were currently swinging a wild, unhinged pendulum between elation and misery.  

The cause of elation was the fact that he was finally, at long last, alone with Lily Evans. It was the kind of an opportunity he hadn’t dared to even wish for. She’d caught his eye way back in the welcoming party at the start of the school year, but he had never managed to gather up his courage to go chat her up.  

Because, and this was one reason why at the other end of the spectrum misery swirled at the ready: James was pretty sure that Lily Evans hated his guts. Even now, when she wasn’t busy completely ignoring him, the glances she sent his way were sharp and frowny. He wasn’t quite sure what he had done to earn her ire, as they’d never exchanged more than twenty words in the course of their light acquaintance.    

Which was something James was very much hoping to correct now. But how could he find the right words?   

He stopped pacing the small room and stared helplessly at the gorgeous redhead, just as she heaved a heavy sigh. James jumped a little at the thump as Evans suddenly closed her book. She looked up, finally meeting his gaze. James’ heart skipped a beat, even as the look in those green eyes turned his stomach.  

Shame flooded him, drowning out any joy he might have harboured before.  

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the heavy silence between them. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can leave, if you’re feeling uncomfortable about sharing a room with me.”  

He could always go out for a walk. Have a sit at a Costa or something. Or stay down at the lobby bar of the hotel.   

Evans’ shoulders slumped and she gave an irritated shake of her head. “No. I don’t want to put you out. There’s no telling how long Sirius and Marlene are going to be at it.”  

James grimaced. “I’m trying very hard not to think about that.”  

“Me too,” Evans said, rolling her eyes. “I’m just glad your room isn’t next to ours because it would get super awkward if we had to listen in on them, too.”  

“Oh, god,” James managed, snorting a surprised laugh. “That would be the worst.”  

Their eyes met and they shared a long, wry stare – one brief moment where they finally were in perfect agreement. James risked flashing a hesitant smile her way. The captivating green eyes softened a fraction.   

James cleared his throat and desperate to make conversation, voiced the very first words that popped up in his head. “What are you reading?”  

Lily’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and she glanced down at her book. “ Carrie Soto is Back , by Taylor Jenkins Reid. It’s about a tennis player making her comeback.”  

James blinked. “You’re reading a book about... tennis?”  

And then, the miraculous thing happened. Lily Evans let out a brief laugh; a bubbling sound that James felt all the way in his heart. “I know, right? I’m just as surprised as you are. But it’s really good. And it’s not just about tennis. It’s about family, and grief, and ambition... It’s about fear of failure. It’s about finding joy again.”  

James was entranced by the softness of her tone, the smile playing on her lips. He was staring, helpless and half-way smitten, even as that smile turned rueful.  

“Sorry. If you get me started on the topic of books, I could probably go on forever.”  

“I don’t mind,” James hastily reassured her. “I always like listening to people talking about their interests. And books are great. I really need to start reading something other than textbooks, but the lessons have been keeping me so busy.”  

“The schedule’s really been insane, hasn’t it? I mean I didn’t think uni would be a breeze, but one of these days my brain is going to call it quits on me, I swear.”  

James laughed in delight. Beautiful, smart and funny. Lily Evans was absolute perfection. “I doubt that. You work too hard and are far too brilliant for that to happen.”  

Lily hummed, her gaze turning assessing. “Thank you. Though I’m a bit surprised you have such a high opinion of me, especially when this is already the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”  

James shrugged, helpless to stop the blush heating up his cheeks. “I pay attention.”  

Lily’s lips quirked and curled. “I see,” she said softly.  

There was a spark in her eyes that James hadn’t seen before. And he was afraid that she actually could see right through him. He moved over to the window, turning to look out so he could avoid her knowing gaze as his face flushed redder.  

“So, what are your interests, then?” Lily asked, her tone casual.  

Relief rolled down James' back, the tension in his body melting away. He was grateful for this olive branch, this opportunity to ignore the feelings he was not ready to admit out loud. He let out a breath and turned away from the window.  

James faced Lily, with a smile on his lips, elation in his heart, butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and an answer ready on his tongue.  

#jily #jily fic #jily fluff #jily fanfiction #chie writes #fic: jl

[lilacsbeeswax]

Hi hi hi hiiiiii I'm Grace!!!!!! I saw your post about requesting a marauders thing 😉 and I am here to deliver... if you'd like to accept it obviously!

So I had an idea that like Sirius, who is experienced in the ways of relationships and such things, finds interesting in a person who is new to it all. But they aren't necessarily shy, if you know what I mean. Maybe them having a kiss and afterwards Sirius finds out it what the person's first kiss and he gets all like happy about being their first.

First Kiss

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Fluff

Warnings: Reader is called beautiful, kissing, flirting

Notes: Sorry this took so long but I really appreciate the request, Grace!! 💕 Thank you so very much, and enjoy! 🫶🏻

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It was on January 3, 1977, that Sirius Black had asked you on a date. He asked you by the Black Lake and handed you a colorful bouquet of flowers. His words were confident and he had the sweetest smile on his face. If you weren’t already helplessly swooning you would have been after his show of affection at the word ‘yes’.

This would not only be your first date with Sirius, but also your first one ever so you were nervous to no end.

Overall, you couldn’t have asked for a better first date. Sirius was romantic, gentlemanly, and obviously experienced, who could ask for more? He had planned a meal in an old classroom with a huge window that looked upon the grounds of Hogwarts. Remus Lupin and James Potter had served your food with horribly fake French accents. Fabric had been spread onto the stone floor and candles sat around you giving the entire room a romantic feel.

Sirius had his signature charming smirk on his face as you two joked and got to know each other. Silence spilled over the room as Sirius stared at you over the meal spread.

“What?” You giggled, getting nervous under his gaze.

“You’re just so beautiful,” He replies genuinely, sending a smile your way. He reached over your forgotten plates and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You both leaned in until your lips connected. Heat spread throughout your body like wildfire, the kiss was soft yet passionate. The large grandfather clock in the corner rung loudly forcing you two to pull apart.

Sirius glanced at it and stood up, offering you his hand. “I better take up back to your dorm, it’s almost past curfew.”

He led you up to your house common room hand in hand. He stopped before it’s entrance and shoved his hands in his pockets letting go of yours.

“Well,” Sirius began, “I wish to see you again, that is, if you had fun.”

“Oh, Sirius,” You breathed out with a laugh, “I had a wonderful time! Thank you for… all of it!”

He let out an audible sigh of relief and pulled you in close for another kiss. It was quick and light, but sent electricity through both of your limbs. You pulled away first this time, leaning your foreheads against each other and the tips of your noses touching. You kept your eyes closed as you whispered, “Thank you for giving me the best first kiss I could ever ask for.”

Your eyes snap open when you feel Sirius pull away from you. His eyes had enlarged and he looked to be in shock. Though his mouth was wide open you could tell you was smiling underneath.

Anxiety rushed through you as you scrambled out the words, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything!”

He stopped for a second and pulled you in for the third kiss of the night. This time it was longer and more passionate. “I’m your first kiss?” He asked with a huge smile playing on his lips.

“Yes,” You replied, slightly smiling back at him. He brought you into yet another kiss, but this time neither of you pulled away.

It was pretty good first date…

“That is so cool!” He exclaimed and kiss you again. This time, neither of you let go as you wound your arms around his neck and his slithered around your waist.

Neither of you could wait for your next date…

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius x reader #sirius black x y/n #fluff #marauders #marauders x reader #lilacsasks

[gelly-fsh]

Diary of a (smitten) Mariachi

I've been having all types of thoughts about Mariachi James Potter, like you cannot honestly tell me that he would not thrive in it. I think his grandfather would have been a famous Mariachi and he just taught James how to sing and how to play the guitar.

When he was in Uni, he didnt want to depend solely in his parents money so he decided to put his grandpa's lessons in good use and start a small business out of it with a couple of friends and cousins that lived in the same city. They got pretty famous, especially when his cousin Mary decided to do a YouTube channel and a Tiktok account for the band.

And look, in the 3 years he has been doing this, he has come across some weird and scandalous shit. Until now his favorite was when a dude hired them to serenade his wife (apparently they had a fight) but when the woman didn't appear in her balcony the guy was so mad he asked them to come with him to go and serenade his mistress instead.

Yeah, fun times. At least that girl did love it.

Today, they had a morning job for a birthday. The guy who hired him (Barty, if he remembers correctly) gave him a rundown of what he wanted to happen, and James knew almost instantly this was one of those prank serenades. He hoped this Regulus guy didn't beat the shit out of anyone for waking him up with guitars and trumpets.

When they arrived to the house address, he could see they guy that he must assume is Barty waiting for them outside with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I gather that you're James Potter no?" The guy asked

"Pleasure to meet you" James said, shaking his hand "are you Barty?"

"The one and only" Barty confirmed. He quickly explained that his friend Regulus would be waking up in half an hour, so they had to be quick going upstairs (the house was fucking gigantic). When they were outside the door, all of them started to prepare their instruments and do a last check up on their clothes (Mary fixed James hat bc apparently it got crooked). He could see Barty taking out his phone, most probably to start recording everything, and then they went inside the room.

From the first notes of the trumpets and the violins, James could see clearly how the boy that was before sleeping so peacefully jump up so high he almost rolled out of the bed. But when he raised his head to see them, James breath hitched in astonishment.

That had to be the most prettiest boy he has ever seen.

Even bleary-eyed, with a dry trail of drool on his chin, and sheet marks in his cheeks, James could only think that he would really like to sing every love song ever invented to him, isn't that crazy?

"Estas son las mañanitas que cantaba el Rey David..." (This are the mornings that the King David sang about) James started as normally, he has sang Las Mañanitas a thousand times, the Vicente Fernandez version being one of the most popular, but James just didn't want to sing that one, it was to impersonal, so he just decided to throw the protocol out of the window and sing the version he really wanted.

"A los muchachos bonitos, se las cantamos aquí" (To the pretty boys, we sing it to them here)

"Si el Sereno de la esquina me quisiera hacer favor, de apagar su linternita mientras que pasa mi Amor" (If the watchman in the corner would be so kind, of turning off his little lamp while my Love passes by) He could feel the gazes of all the band members piercing through his skull, and for a moment James thought that maybe he shouldn't have sang the more romantic version of Las Mañanitas with a band full if family members and friends who could understand Spanish, he was fucked for the next family reunion, but Regulus face when he saw him sing made it worth it.

Remnants of sleep still filled his eyes, and when the song started he was in the middle of cursing Bartys whole bloodline out, but when he locked eyes with him, James could perfectly see how Regulus entire face turned into a beautiful shade of cherry red. He just sat in his bed with his gaze fixed on James while he sang about birds singing and the Moon hiding out, giving way to the beautiful morning that resided in his eyes.

"Si no estas enamorado, enamoráte de mi" (if you're not in love, fall in love with me) he sang with a small smile in his face, and he delighted himself by how Regulus face went even more red.

He sang the rest of the song effortlessly, and when he finished, James and all of band did a small bow in Regulus direction.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Regulus" James said with a soft smile on his face.

"Eh- ehm thank you" Regulus responded, sounding awfully flustered.

"Well that was no fun, you didn't even make that much of a fuss" Barty whined on the other side of the room "I bring you your favorite Mariachi as a present and you couldn't even give me more drama?, please Reg" James could exactly pinpoint the moment Barty realized he fucked up, did Regulus already knew James?

"BARTY!" Regulus hissed out, throwing a pillow that landed directly in Bartys face.

"You are a fan of ours?" James asked surprised, Regulus type was not exactly their normal audience

"You could say that..." Regulus mumbled

"He has watched all of the videos where you are and-" another pillow was thrown to Bartys face, the beautiful color red coming backbto Regulus cheeks.

"Well I am honored" James chuckled softly, before deciding that he might as well be bold, even if it was deeply unprofessional "Its not all days I find out such a beautiful boy is a fan of what I do"

The compliment got him exactly what he wanted, which was a small gasp and more of that beautiful blushing, oh he was down bad. Regulus opened his mouth to say something, but Mary used that moment to (rudely) interrupt them

"I am deeply sorry to interrupt, but today we have another job in the other side of the city, so we should get going" Mary interjected softly, looking a mixture of amused and regretful (as she should be, why is he interrupting hid attempts to woo the love of his life???) "Happy Birthday again Mr. Regulus"

All the band echoed the congratulations, before softly taking the instruments and leaving the room. James almost wished Barty had payed for more than one song. Mournfully, he gave Regulus one last glance before tipping down his hat and saying "Happy Birthday, Amapolita dorada" before leaving the room.

While going down the stairs, he was being teased by Mary and the others about how obvious his little crush was and how annoyed they where that he changed the song version at the last minute (they were not really, but they do sure liked to whine).

It was not until he was going out the door that he heard frantical footsteps going down the stairs, and James just stood there at the door, hope filling his heart when he saw Regulus disheveled form looking at him.

"Listen, I probably am reading the situation wrong but-" Regulus said breathlessly "If you like, wanted to go out or something..."

James never accepted something so fast in his life "absolutely, I want to see you again"

He could hear Regulus breath hitch, breathing out a soft "Oh, well" before pressing a piece of paper in James chest "it's my number, text me ok?"

"Oh I will" James smile was blinding, he got the interest and the number of one of the most handsome guys he has ever seen, and he was not wasting this golden opportunity so easily. In an act of chivalry (and maybe stupidity) he softly took Regulus hand and slowly took it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss in the dorsum of his hand "Until we meet again, Regulus"

"Until then, James" Regulus sounded breathless, and James smirked in delight at the knowledge that Regulus did know him before the performance.

Since then, everyone could see that James Potter sang love songs with a bit more sweetness to it, as if really really knew what he was singing about. With the beautiful muse that he had, how could he not?

#jegulus #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #marauders #starchaser #mariachi James #I have so many thoughts about this AU I just scrathed the surface of my brainrot #Regulus loved to watch James YT videos and the Tiktoks too #Barty knew about it and bullied him constantly #hence his bday present James #Regulus ripped Barty to shreds over him hiring his crush and make him sing to him while he was in PJs #this was longer than i expected #microfics #yeah Mary and James are cousins #yall the version James sings here is the Pedro Infante version of Las Mañanitas #but commonly the version people sing is from Vincente Fernandez #pls google both versions so you can really see the differences and why James sang the one he sang

[queerregulusablack]

The thing is, Regulus does believe in love.

He believes in the platonic kind, obviously. While his true, lasting friendships are few, they are important to him, and he values them extremely highly. He would do unspeakable things to protect Pandora, would help Dorcas at the drop of a hat if she asked him, would follow Barty and Evan to the ends of the earth, through hell and high water, and do horrible, awful things if it means he could stay at their side.

The romantic kind is more complicated, but he still believes in it. He knows Narcissa loves Lucius, and he knows it’s real, and good, and true. He knows his grandfather, Arcturus, loved his wife to the point of his own downfall; that the loss of her broke him apart, and that it’s because he loved her that Regulus has not seen Arcturus since he was a small child. He knows it’s real, and powerful, and if he feels the flutters of it when he looks too long at Sirius’ best friend, well, that’s no one’s business but his own.

His life has seemingly been ruled by familial love, and belief seems like a paltry term to attribute to hit. He loves his parents against his own better judgement. Walburga is a tyrant and Orion is a ghost but he loves them completely, entirely, and is desperate for their love in return. The way he loves Sirius eclipses every other experience of love he’s ever felt; Sirius is the person he would die for. For Sirius, he would give his life without ever needing to be asked, or any expectation of thanks, or even acknowledgement. Regulus believes in familial love the way someone ‘believes’ they have bones, or blood; the proof is irrefutable. He is made of the stuff.

But Regulus’ every experience of love has proven to him that just as real as it is, it is also painful, and destructive, and if possible to be avoided.

Arcturus’ love for his wife destroyed him when she died. Andromeda’s love for Ted Tonks took her away from her family, and in line with that, Narcissa and Bellatrix’s love for their sister caused them immeasurable pain when she left.

Regulus loves his parents, but they hurt him over and over and over again.

Nothing has ever hurt him or made him more miserable than the love he feels for Sirius; and it was the love of Sirius’ friends for his big brother that gave him the confidence to leave. The reality of how fiercely Sirius is loved by people who are not Regulus is precisely why Regulus is left alone, in a house with parents who do not love him but who he loves fiercely.

So he washes his hands of it. Of the love he can help feeling, of the squishy, pathetic romantic kind that makes Narcissa soft and Sirius stupid, the kind that he can anticipate in butterflies in his stomach and strangle before it takes a hold of him, he washes his hands entirely.

It always hurts. Loving people always ends with him hurt. So Regulus refuses to do it.

It would take someone incredibly stubborn and determined to make him change his mind. Someone who believes in love just as much as Regulus does, but has evidence to prove it doesn’t always cause you pain.

Luckily - or unluckily, depending on who you ask - James Potter has a reputation for being particularly hard to get rid of.

#headcanon #about regulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #james potter x regulus black #been a while since I last slapped together a headcanon #and I was stuck thinking about this one all night

[artemisia-black]

If Orion had lived to see Sirius go to prison do you think he would’ve left him in Azkaban?

Oooh anon I have thought about this one alot.

First, I think the Blacks would need him to comply and be who they want him to be before they agree to help.

Second, I also think Sirius very much felt like he deserved Azkaban and only attempted escape to save Harry from Peter. He even says in the Shrieking shack that he as good as killed James and Lily indicating the depths of his guilt. Additionally he’s just there to kill Peter and eliminate him as a threat not to hand him to the authorities to clear his name.

Perhaps Orion may try and free him but I don’t see Sirius going along with it.

I have a scene in my Voldemort free AU fic Dog and Deer where Sirius is arrested and the Blacks try and “help” and this is his reaction which I think would also stand in canon:

So you’re just here to give me this information?” Sirius asked, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

Regulus’s ears went red, and he shifted from one foot to another.

“Father may be willing to protect you,” Regulus said hurriedly.

A bark of bitter laughter erupted from Sirius’s chest. And for the first time that evening, rage bubbled through the numb horror inside him, causing Sirius to remember the feel of Regulus’s trachea under his fingers.

“Clearly, Crouch isn’t the only one monopolising this situation,” he spat, his arms shaking with anger.

“Sirius-” Regulus began, but Sirius cut across him.

“How fitting that Father and I’m also guessing Grandfather,” he paused to allow Regulus to nod.

“Have sent their little messenger boy to tell me to either come and play the role of their puppet or rot in prison.”

Regulus’s hands had curled into fists, and a muscle was ticking in his jaw; nevertheless, Sirius placed his forehead against his.

“The dementors can have me; at least they are upfront about being soul-crushing fiends,” he hisse

#sirius black #also shameless self promotion #2 for one haha #orion black

[padfootastic]

WAIT I had another thought about the "show me the thing you're not supposed to have" post you reblogged: godfather Sirius is great, but consider GRANDFATHER Sirius. Harry and Ginny have said no to some toy that James Sirius wants, but that's okay, Grandad Sirius will buy it for him anyway :)

no but miss imp i had the exact same thought literally ten minutes after the rb!!! we absolutely cannot forget papa sirius.

i’m thinking partners in crime jem and sirius; james sirius growing up knowing that sirius is almost always putty in his hands when it comes to things like gifts and cuddles and animals just as his parents have a chronic inability to get mad at sirius which makes for a very favourable situation for little jemmy. so he gets pretty good at playing them against each other (and lbr, even after sirius finds out about his extortionist antics, he’s too impressed/amused to do anything but keep indulging him)

x

“No, James, you just got a Quidditch simulator for your birthday, which was three weeks ago, might I add, and we’d like for you to wait before you get anything else,” Mummy said. One of her eyebrows was higher than the other and her mouth looked like it was in a straight line and James knew that she wouldn’t change her mind anytime soon. He turned to Daddy but quickly discarded that idea when he looked at his face. Clearly, they were in a tag-team mood.

That’s okay, because James had something in mind. So he smiled and ran forward to hug Mummy around the waist. “Okay!” She ruffled his hair quickly and with one quick hug from his Daddy, James walked out of the room with a plan quickly forming in his head.

x

“—and and and it’s twenty seven players and thirty broomsticks and—“

“Why do you needs three extra brooms, kiddo?” Papa asked with a glint in his eye.

“So you can repace one if it gets hurt, Papa!” James answered with a giggle before continuing his well rehearsed sales pitch. “And it has the best costume and they can fly four feet high, which is like, one whole feet more than the sima- the simu- sim-lator and it’s so cool and—“

“Slow down, babe, you don’t need to make yourself faint,” Papa cut in. “Take a breath, enjoy that sweet, sweet oxygen, and let me take care of this. You’re too young to have any problems or those wrinkles on your face.” He smoothed a playful hand over James’ brow and he smiled toothily at the man, knowing his plan had worked out perfectly, just as intended.

x

“Sirius!” Harry had his hands on his hips, an exasperated moue to his lips, and a resigned look on his green eyes. Sirius was thoroughly enjoying this. “There was a reason we didn’t want James to have the damn thing.”

“I know.”

“He literally just got the biggest, most expensive, toy in the whole store not a month ago. The thing’s barely even out of its packaging and the way you keep going on, I fear it’ll never be.”

“Harry, you know it’s my solemn duty to get jemmy whatever his little sneak heart desires,” Sirius said, grinning. Jem had been ecstatic to receive the fruits of his hard earned labor and the tight hug he’d got in return had been more than enough compensation for Sirius to deal with the inevitable tongue lashing (or, well, attempted tongue lashing) he’d receive later when his actions were discovered.

His godson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “…sneak heart?” He had a ‘do i even wanna know’ expression on his face, one Sirius was very familiar with considering all the antics he!d gotten up to with his grandbabies in the past few years, and it never became any less amusing.

“God, Harry, I don’t know how you created such an adorable child—must be the James in you—but he really thought he could trick me into thinking he wanted me to buy it because I’m his favorite and not because you two had said no already.” The sight of his little grandkid, coming through his door with a serious, determined frown and a barely-concealed pout on his face was still clear in his mind. Sirius knew he should at least make an attempt to reign in this behaviour, but could he really be blamed when he had to go up against such a formidably adorable opponent?

“You are his favorite,” Harry countered, a little petulantly, and Sirius finally let himself smile indulgently. Damn right he was.

#james sirius potter #sirius black #good grandfather sirius black #everyone thinks it’s james the first name/spirit or first child syndrome that makes JS kinda arrogant #but they’re wrong. it’s actually sirius black #the kid doesn’t even need to open his mouth before he gets what he wants on a silver platter #like sirius is just so enamoured by everything that kid does #and his attempts to be a baby slytherin are noted but not countered #ginny: ‘control ur godfather harry’ #harry: *latest broomstick in hand courtesy sirius* uh…what? #(dw ginny gets a matching pair too) #sirius just *cannot* help himself he’s so fkn gone for the potters ok? #also baby povs are weird. and a little hard. #tumblr works #pen’s writing

[jmagnabo92]

GGSB Fest 2024 - The Honor of a Name

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt Harry's kids

Harry worries about being a parent, but Sirius is there to support him as a good godfather and an even better grandfather.

AO3

***

Harry had been a nervous wreck throughout the pregnancy, even though he wasn’t the one pregnant.  His wife, Luna, assured him that they would be good parents, even if they hadn’t quite been raised by good parents.  Yes, Luna had her father around, but he was … not the greatest, loving though.  Harry technically raised by the Dursleys (who sucked), with some support by Sirius but between being on the run and dying and coming back later… well, there wasn’t consistent parenting.  

At least he’s trying now.

Throughout Harry’s many, many nights of waking him up and telling him about how he couldn’t do this.  He hadn’t wanted to worry Luna because he knew that Sirius would be able to calm him down, but now, she’s in labor and he’s freaking out and he can’t breathe and it’s –

“Hey, I’m here, Harry.”

Harry looks up from where he was sitting outside her room – she said he was freaking her out and he needed to calm down outside.

“Oh, Sirius, thank Merlin – I can’t – I can’t do this.  I’m not ready to be a father!” Harry practically yells, earning looks from the people in the vicinity.  

Sirius sits next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.  “Listen to me, Kid.  No one ever thinks they’re ready and I get it.  You haven’t had the best examples for parents when you were younger, but – but – you are an incredible young man and you and Luna will make wonderful parents.”

“How can you say that when you don’t know –”

“I do know, though, because I know you and you are an incredible young man that has been through a lot – you manage to adapt to any situation and thrive – the same will be true for this, I promise.”

Harry looks up at him and sees sincerity in his eyes.  “I can’t do it alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Sirius says.  “This baby is going to have two wonderful parents, two grandfathers and a whole bunch of Weasleys to help you out.”

Harry grins and lets out a chuckle.  “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, of course.”

“Now, go in there and keep your wife calm – it’s what she needs from you right now.”

“Of course.”

Harry gives him a hug and says, “You’ll stay?”

“Of course.  Anything for you, kid.”

***

Two hours later, a very tired looking Harry appears in the doorway.  “Would you like to meet my son?”

Sirius grins.  “Naturally.”

He follows Harry into the room, where Luna is looking just as tired, but happy.  She’s holding a little boy that looks remarkedly like Harry – those Potter genes are something special.

“We have someone we’d like you to meet,” Luna says, “Would you like to hold him?”

“Of course, of course.” 

He takes the baby in his arms and can’t help thinking about Harry when he was born.  “He looks just like you, Harry.”

Harry grins.  “And like his grandfather, James.  Who he’s named after.”

“Baby James,” Sirius says, looking up to spare them a smile.  “I love it.”

“You’ll love his middle name even more,” Luna says.  “Harry, would you like to…”

Harry clears his throat nervously, causing Sirius look up.  

“We’d like to name him after you – James Sirius Potter,” Harry says, looking at him hopefully.  

“Oh… oh, Harry… Luna… really?” Sirius says stuttering.  “That’s such an honor…”

“An honor that you deserve.”

Sirius looks down at the baby in his arms, and smiles, nodding.  “Thank you.  I only hope that I continue to do the honor right.”

“You will.”

***

James Sirius Potter is the light of all of their lives, and Harry can’t help grinning at seeing Sirius so full of grandfatherly cheerfulness.  It’s a blessing and a curse.  

There’s a part of him that wishes he’d gotten that with Sirius, but he loves what he has with him, too, it’s different, but lovely.

Just as he’s about to call them in for lunch, Luna comes out of the house where she’d been resting.  Heavily pregnant and meant to be on bed rest, Harry immediately worries, “Is something wrong?”

“I am in labor,” Luna groans.  

Harry nods.  “Better get you to the hospital,” she nods and wobbles away to the car.  “Sirius!”

Sirius turns at the yell and can immediately see the stress on Harry’s face.

“Luna’s in labor, will you –”

“Take care of my grandson?  Yes.”

Harry lets out a relieved breath.  “Thanks.”

“Just worry about your wife, I’ve got everything handled here.”

“You’re the best,” Harry says before disappearing after his wife.  

Time to have another baby.

***

Sirius is grinning as he holds three-year-old James in his arms, and looking at the happy, yet exhausted Harry and Luna.  

The pink bundle in Harry’s arms looking remarkedly like Luna.  

“So, what’s this one’s name?”

“Lily Pandora Potter,” Harry says, grinning.  “We weren’t sure which should go first, but Luna insisted.  

Sirius smiles.  “She’s beautiful.”

“But she’s early, so she and Luna are going to have to stay a few days, would you mind…”

“Watching my favorite grandson – I can say that, ‘cause I only have one – while you’re gone?  Not at all.” Sirius states before turning to James in his arms.  “Jamie and I will have all sorts of fun, right, Jamie?”

“Yeah!”

“There you have it,” Sirius states.  He reaches out his free arm to squeeze Harry’s shoulder.  “I got this; you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

***

Harry smiles as he sits beside Sirius in his backyard a few years later.  Sirius had been a delightful godsend.  Always there with advice, willing to listening about Harry’s woes, or just to give Harry (and Luna) a break – the perfect grandparent. 

“You’ve done well with them, you know,” Sirius offers as he watches Luna chasing them around.  “In a few years, they’ll be off at Hogwarts, and everything will be great.”

“Everything is great – partially thanks to you,” Harry says, smiling.  “Best grandfather ever.”

Sirius grins.  “Thanks, kiddo.”

“Anytime.”

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday

[juniperpyre]

james potter hc (family & childhood)

his parents never punished him, even when he was bullying

he had extended family, but all contact was lost during the war

his parents hid the war from him. the Squib Riots, the deaths, disappearances, what people were whispering about, the meetings they were going to or holding

his father stayed home with him before he went to Hogwarts, his mother worked

his mom for the most part involved in community organizing, giving people who were new to english or magical culture resources

his dad took him on day trips all around the country when he was growing up (his dad is really good at accents, james is not)

because of that he got really good at dealing with Floo dizziness and Side-Along sickness

it's also why he's such a good flier; he has practical experience on top of training for the game

he never met his mother's parents

since his dad stayed home with him he spent a lot of time at his paternal grandparents house

he looked up to his grandfather A LOT, he was a hafiz, he hunted (like an englishman :/), loving husband, well read & told james quranic stories & folklore from southern india & around the world (esp greek, roman, & mesopotamian)

james' favorite story was of rupmati and baz bahadur, which his grandfather... softened

his father's father (henry) died first, when james was eight, then his grandmother when james was 9, they were 104 & 101 respectively

#james potter #text #m #james potter headcanon #marauders headcanon #my hcs #potters

[wweasleyhp]

James Sirius Potter

When James learned of his grandfather and his dad's godfather, he realised the pressure that would come with having the name 'James Sirius Potter.'

Not only was he compared to the infamous Harry Potter, but he was also being compared to James Potter and Sirius Black.

Now, he didn't have a problem with living up to the legacy of James and Sirius. He was a great troublemaker at Hogwarts, along with his cousins, Fred and Dominique.

However, it was hard to live up to the standards of Harry Potter. He was the Chosen One, the one who defeated Voldemort. How the hell was he supposed to make his father proud?

Well, he didn't have to try. Harry always made sure that his children knew how proud he was of them.

That is a good feeling. Knowing that you made your father proud.

#james sirius potter #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #fred weasley ii #dominique weasley #harry potter next generation

[impishtubist]

Listen it’s been an hour and I’m still thinking about grandad Jegulus!!!!

Reg having a little freak out about becoming a grandfather SO young (James Sirius was so NOT planned!! Idc! 😂 he’s was a lovely oopsie! )

Regulus with streaks of white in his curls 😩

Both of them with eye crinkles 🥺

James deciding to grow a beard & it comes in all grey!

Sirius freaking out when he notices he’s getting wrinkles and Reg isn’t but then finds out about the 6 step skin care routine Jegulus does every night and forces Moony to get one with him.

James has a bad knee from repeated bludger hits that Reg massages when it gets cold!!!

The idea is just so good 😭 let them live long and be old men together!!!!

LET JEGULUS AND WOLFSTAR GROW OLD TOGETHER!!!! YES!!!! Sirius and Regulus both having meltdowns when they discover their first gray hair and/or wrinkle and James and Remus having to talk them down. And yes!!!! Bearded Granddad James Potter!!!!

Also lol at Regulus being like "I'm too young to be a granddad! Harry is too young to be a dad!!" and losing his fucking mind. Sirius is just like ??????? weren't you like 18 when you got knocked up with Harry???? And Regulus is like SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH SIRIUS ORION.

#imp speaks #jegulus #wolfstar #wolfstar granddads and jegulus granddads supremacy #we stan dads and granddads here #don't give a shit about anyone else

[seriouslysam8]

James Sirius has always reminded me of his grandfather with larger than life personality, devotion to his loved ones, and sense of humour (of course there’s a good mix of Harry and Ginny too). Do you think he would be Sirius favourite grandchild or Lily and the other Potter girls? I can see girls having Sirius wrapped around their little fingers.

Sirius doesn’t have a favorite grandchild.

Although, when Albus is a little toddler, I could see him really taking to him since he looks exactly like Harry. I could see Sirius getting very emotional while having some carrot tea with Albus.

The girls would totally have Sirius wrapped around their little fingers.

[firinniee]

James Sirius Potter (21/02/2004)  - Gryffindor. - Heterosexual and he/him. 

 - He's friendly and fun. 

 - His cousin and best friend is Fred II. Apart from the fact that they are both in the same year, James is only a day younger! 

 - At first, he and Fred had a rivalry with Peeves, but now they're on good terms. He's sometimes on the lookout when the two boys are thinking about the next disaster. 

 - He is very protective of his siblings and younger cousins. He adores his younger sister. 

 - Plus, he's also good older brother for Albus, but definitely more playful and bit mean towards him. 

 - He's one of the few who really likes to wear sweaters knitted by his grandma Molly. 

 - Besides, he really enjoyed fixing Muggle things with his grandfather. 

 - He doesn't like to dress "elegantly". 

 - Before his first year, he stole the Marauder's Map from his father. 

 - He loves Quidditch like most of his cousins. He had been a Seeker since third year, but after a year he became a Beater and was much better at it. He became captain in his last year. 

 - He instilled in Lorcan a healthy competitive spirit and a love for the sport. 

 - As a child, he was the tallest of his siblings. But Lily is the tallest now and he doesn't like it very much. 

 - Lily, fixated on Japan, infected him with love for this food but did not convince him to anime. 

 - Almost. Sometimes he watches them, but he will never openly admit it. Like the fact that he cries sometimes. 

 - Littke emotional bean. 

 - He's friends with Hagrid. 

 - Like all of the Potter children, he had his own owl, and named it Otto.

- He's very close with Teddy, and when he started playing guitar, James tried his hand at drums. 

 - His wand looks a bit like a drum stick if you think about it. 

 - He's still watching memes and vines. 

 - He got a small seahorse keychain from his girlfriend and since then he always had it with him. 

 - He has a tattoo with her initials (and in the future - son), amateurishly done by Domi's cousin. 

 - His first job was as a summer help at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He definitely loved it, but decided to drop out after high school.

#harry potter #harry potter next gen #harry potter next genetation #hp #jamest potter #James Sirius Potter #art #my art #my characters #anti jkr #firinnie #firinniee