I like that you invision James as handsome beefcake majority of Hogwarts (and most definitely Sirius) had as a first crush.
But let's take it step further....James survives and raised Harry and poor Progslet had to deal with his dad being the DILF of his school year's (Lucius Malfoy wishes) and his classmates asking if his Auror dad is stopping by since Harry caused trouble again that year.
hehehe it’s a very indulgent headcanon, i have to admit. ash super believes in this but james’ was more of an approachable hottie whereas sirius was out of everyone’s leagues (and they all knew it) so it meant that a lot of people basically ended up crushing on james at some point in their lives. just like a casual ‘damn look at hin’ sort of a thing ykno? and he was so happy and charming and helpful that it just made the whole thing worse (or better?)
no ok but dilf james is such a fucking mood (have u seen that one art of dilf marauders? 👀) and i firmly believe that harry would be sick and tired of people lusting after his parents (either in a jily or prongsfoot or particularly, jilypad universe) like
‘oh yeah dad’s coming to pick me up’
‘oh i wouldnt mind being picked up by james potter’ *lecherous grin’ ykno?
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Lucius Malfoy flicked a silk covered finger over his immaculate robes, adjusting the clasp minutely before stepping through the entrance. He stopped, briefly, as memories of being a carefree schoolboy assaulted his senses—the various smells of dinner laid out in the Great Hall, the warmth of the stone corridors that stayed so throughout the year, the overwhelming port sites moving around and talking. Lucius wasn’t one to reminisce, but it was hard not to in Hogwarts.
Once his momentary weakness had passed, he started a brisk pace towards his destination—the Dungeons. As he walked amongst the crowd of rowdy children—his Draco would never, he thought with an invisible shudder , looking at someone levitating a piece of gum up another’s nasal cavity—he began to note a sudden increase in whispers and glances. A quick glances around only proved his suspicion- it was him they were looking at. He suppressed a smirk at the look of awe and, dare he say it, appreciation lining many faces.
Lucius Malfoy was a vain man, he admitted it freely. He took great care of his looks and his body and while it wasn’t to impress school kids, it definitely didn’t hurt that such a picky group of brats liked it. He felt his chest puff up a little as he almost made it to the staircase. Maybe he’d invite Severus over for a drink tonight. He usually didn’t bother with the man beyond a professional relationship but the past few minutes had left him in good enough spirits to put up with him.
Suddenly, a boy stepped forward, mouth opening on a greeting. Dealing with these children was another thing Lucius didn’t like, but well, it’s the least he could do, right? He’s sure Draco would’ve mentioned him in a good light, and it’s no wonder they’re so impressed by him. After all, being Lucius Malfoy meant a great deal in the Wizarding World. Lucius had just started saying ‘He-’ when he was rudely interrupted by an unfortunately familiar voice.
“Cedric!” Lucius turned around and couldn’t help the sneer that lifted his lips at the sight of James Potter in all his uncouth glory. He was dressed in his Auror robes which should’ve made him look distinguished but the wrinkles, ill fitting muggle trousers, hideous boots and the visible holster only served to make him resemble a wind dried Hippogriff. “It’s been a long time, mate, how’ve you been?”
“All good, Mr. Potter. Do you—That is—Are you here long?” In front of Lucius’ incredulous eyes, the boy…Amos’ son?…ducked his head shyly as a red flush creeped up his neck. Something fell in place as Lucius noted the reaction, along with Potter’s friendly demeanour and affectionate smile. Another not-very-subtle glance around showed that all the eyes that had been on him so far had instantly snapped to the pair standing a few feet away. More than a few miscreants had their gazes aimed significantly lower than appropriate and this time, Lucius couldn’t help the low growl that escaped him at the realisation.
“Potter!”
“Oh hey, Lucy, didn’t see you there.” James Potter’s infernal grin looked personally designed to annoy him further and Lucius didn’t deign to respond—only stalked off with a pout sneer on his face.
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