James X Sirius - Blog Posts
James: can I try rizzing you up?
Anyone: ..okay-
James: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLESS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PELASE PELSSE PELASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PELASE—
It would have worked, but the person he’s trying to flirt with isn’t catching on..
Walburga: you do not deserve my son.
James: you don’t deserve your son.
Walburga: excuse me.
James: you heard me.
What if I told you James just wants to get proposed to?
In very relationship, any ships, any universe— he gets his lover a promise ring and he gets proposed to.
Can I just say that the Potter men had the biggest and most muscular arms and thighs
Guys what if I told you that James Potter’s lover(s) always sit in his lap?
“The alchemy by taylor swift” but it’s actually just James’ lovers to/about James.
*puts this out to lure prongsfoot shippers to my blog*
prongsfoot kissing in front of the house they just accidentally set on fire
I've come to the conclusion that no matter what ship (as long as its gay) Sirius likes his men tall.
‘You ran away from home?’ ‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’ ‘Where did you go?’ said Harry, staring at him. ‘Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. ‘Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son.’
(and I know this set will probably be confusing to some people since a lot of people like Kristin Scott Thomas as Walburga but she’s always been Mrs. Potter to me)
For my peers who long for a friend group like the marauders ❤️✨
Starprincechaser except it's James and Sirius competing for Severus and Severus could not care less.
Sirius is constantly walking him to class, giving unsolicited answers to tests and such (that are also probably wrong), handing him a jacket whenever it's cold out, etc.
James glares at Sirius while this happens, doing the same the next day (probably different favors), and every day, they meet up with each other and are both like, "hah! I'm his favorite now!"
Meanwhile Severus is so confused, probably staring at a wall, questioning all of his life choices.
prongsfoot after they win a quidditch match :)
anti prongsfoot/lilypad/jilypad are actually missing out on some of the cutest ship names
lilypad is soooo adorable are u kidding
prongsfoot eats and its not even a stretch like quillkiller or nobleflower (not hating, those are my favs ships but if you arent in the know u would have no idea which characters theyre referring to)
we did a thing! @whowhatwhenwhereandwhynot
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63235579
sunshine-james potter has a special place in my heart, but asshole-to-everyone-except-sirius james potter is my drug
the marauders as one perfect found family friend group has my heart, but codependent toxic prongsfoot popular duo with the two loner cowards that follow them around is my drug
yes, they could bully snape because he was a slimy DE creep, or they could bully him mostly cuz they were bored
i want more fics from james/sirius hogwarts age pov where theyre rich, handsome, intelligent assholes who do whatever the fuck they want cuz they are told by everyone constantly that they own the world so damn anyone who tries to stop them from taking it
a sirius that doesnt regret “the prank” and a james that doesnt get angry at sirius for pulling it
sure they mature later on, and have generally always had their heads straight about important issues like blood supremacy and voldemort, but its still fun to duel DEs and its still funny to piss off their collegues and bosses and life is oh so boring if you take anything too seriously
i want more fics where peter betrays them because prongsfoot peaked in highschool and voldemort was simply the bigger, scarier fish in the pond
more fics where remus was a sad old man who married a woman half his age, abandoned his friend’s orphan son, and tried to run away from his own pregnant wife. remus who thought his own friend was a double agent for voldemort and accused him of betraying his best friend
James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.
He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.
Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.
Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?
There.
James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.
More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.
He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.
He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.
“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.
His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.
“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.
James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”
Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.
He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.
He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.
And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.
One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.
He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.
He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.
But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.
Sirius was a womanizer.
He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.
Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.
Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.
But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.
And he was fucked.
Prongsfoot pipeline:
Man, James and Sirius are besties
Prongsfoot platonic soulmates!!
James and Sirius are more than friends, they’re like brothers
James and Sirius would choose each other over their romantic partners (in a brotherly way)
Haha i love it when James and Sirius joke about being lovers and everyone thinks they’re dating, but they aren’t cuz that would be incest, right?
they were each others first “practice kiss”
they were each others gay awakening
it wouldn’t be that weird if they kissed, right?
Wait… romantic prongsfoot is kinda… but like ironically
they’re in love. its basically canon and its taken over my life
James had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the soft touches, roving eyes, and deep kisses. He bought flowers and wrote poems and he got good at it.
He got good at faking it to Lily. He never thought he’d have to fake it with Lily.
He’d gotten so good it at that he almost forgot what attraction really felt like until he accidentally walked in on Sirius stepping out of the shower, wet hair hanging over his forehead.
And James was a good guy, so he told Lily, saying the words for the first time out loud: I’m gay.
It was the most agonizing thing he’d done in his life. After years and years of professing his love, convincing her to go out with him, just to turn around and tell her he never felt a thing at all when she finally loved him back.
What hurt too was that Lily was good. She was beautiful and kind and smart, and she forgave him. But James couldn’t forgive himself for letting that perfect life with her slip from under his grip. The picture perfect marriage like his parents had, the picture perfect kids he and Lily would have had. She would’ve made a great mother.
What hurt most was that he couldn’t confide in his best friend. He couldn’t. But how to keep a secret from someone you shared everything with? When that was the exact reason he couldn’t confide in Sirius; they’d shared everything: touches and hugs and beds and kisses. If he opened up about being gay then he’d have shared that with his best friend too, implicating all of their intimate moments.
James was in love with Lily Evans.
That was a fact of life. At least it was for James, and so it would remain for Sirius.
He’d tell Sirius that Lily dumped him, that she’d given him a chance, but found nothing to come of it. They’d go to a club, get drunk, then he’d make out with some random girl and it would all be okay.
Then Sirius offered they go to London’s number one gay club.
James was fucked.
Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.
He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.
He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.
And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.
One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.
He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.
He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.
But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.
Sirius was a womanizer.
He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.
Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.
Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.
But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.
And he was fucked.
nonsexual wolfstarbucks headcanons! (because i’m tired of them always being oversexualized)
this accidentally got really long so everything’s below the cut!
Sirius is Always the middle spoon. he WILL NOT let anyone else be the middle spoon!!! the only exception is if Remus is flaring or James is really upset, aka if they Need it. if they just want it too bad
relatedly any of the 3 of them will whine and complain and be a bit grumpy if they wake up to one or both of their boyfriends out of bed. they all find it cute about each other lol
Sirius and James coddle the shit out of Remus when he’s flaring. at first he pushes back on it bc he doesn’t want to be infantilized or treated like he can’t take care of himself but he grows to realize they’re not doing it for those reasons but because they love him and why should he suffer if they can make it better? one of them is cuddling him At All Times unless he doesn’t want them. they bring him food in bed, they fix his pillows and blankets, they set the thermostat to whatever he needs to be comfortable.
Sirius and James like flustering Remus. it’s sooo so easy and they almost make a game/competition out of it, seeing how red they can make him before he gets away, how quickly they can fluster him by doing the littlest thing. strategies include: kissing all over his face, sitting on his lap, whispering Really sappy things in his ear, both of them kissing his cheeks at once, telling him how pretty he is, slapping his ass when he’s bent over doing laundry or something
honestly generally Remus gets pretty princess treatment. he’s their Baby he’s their princess he’s perfect he gets everythingggg he’s so pampered
James’ love language is..acts of service? and Sirius’ is words of affirmation, but Remus’ is quality time, so he struggles a lot with showing them he loves them in the way that feels most important to them. S & J adjust a lot quicker, they have a primary one for receiving but can slip into any for giving pretty naturally. but Rem struggles and has to consciously plan out ways to give them what they need. for a bit it’s a lot of really awkward “Sirius. you know, ummmm. i love you right?” at the randomest times, whispering really quietly into his ear that he missed him bc he’s too embarrassed to say it loud, etc. and a lot of awkward “do you need help with that?” to J and the strangest little acts of service like, hmm. R tidies up after him and sees that as an act of service; James obviously doesn’t. he offers to do what he thinks is a menial task once but doesn’t know J loooves doing it. he blurts out an offer to drive him to work once but J finds it more inconvenient because then he has to wait for a pickup. in canonverse he offers to chop his potions ingredients but then J is just standing around waiting for him to finish. makes the bed for them every morning but J doesn’t even care about a made bed? idk it’s just Really Awkward attempts but S & J find it really sweet and they don’t mind, they don’t feel like they Need it from him anyways. they’re happy with his love in any form. but they melt every time he tries even if it’s awkward and they can’t say it’s not really really nice once he figures it out.
when one of them is cooking the other 2 (or whoever’s home) are sitting on the counter watching and giving little forehead/cheek/nose kisses when they pass by and yapping and passing over utensils/ingredients.
they have 3 different toothpastes bc they all have Very Strong Opinions and cannot will not compromise. (S like standard colgate bc it’s sweeter/less strongly minty. R likes standard crest for the opposite reason. J likes…crest kids sparkle fun or something insane like that.)
Rem walks around the house in big shirt tiny boxers. S walks around shirtless & tiny boxers. J walks around shirtless & thick oversized sweatpants.
canonverse hc: over time their wands and magic all slowly meld and get used to each other til they can all cast comfortably with each other’s wands. it’s not the same as their own but extremely comfy + natural.
S & J love stealing R’s sweaters, R loves stealing S and J’s tees, socks and boxers are grab a random pair don’t know don’t care whose it is, S likes putting Rem in his clothes bc he looks so cuteeee. eventually they don’t even really have separate clothes tbh it’s just one giant shared collection.
S and J are pretty into PDA, nothing insane but like holding hands an arm around their waist cuddling up to each other a hand in a back pocket cheek kisses forehead kisses chaste mouth kisses, and R is very much Not. won’t even hold their hands sometimes. even their PDA makes him blush. so when they’re in public it often appears as if S and J are disgusting sappy boyfriends and R is the awkward uncomfortable third wheel. their friends think it’s hilarious
they have separate bedrooms! they don’t use them often, they spend 99% of their nights together huddled in one of their beds (all of them have a bed large enough for three) but they like having their own private space for times when they need it. R’s having an especially bad flare and being touched hurts, S is having a bad mental health day and needs to be alone for the reminder that he has his own private safe space now, J’s having a bad body image day and can’t handle being touched, etc. and not just for sleeping, sometimes they’ll hang out in their own room during the day if it’s that kind of day. sometimes they just want or need some space and it makes sense to have that option.
they also use it for one of them’s sick because they don’t wanna get each other sick, even though the other two insist they don’t mind and they’ll almost certainly get sick anyways. and then all three of them sleep in their separate beds bc the sick one will complain that it’s not fair the other two get to sleep together, even if it’s their own choice that all three of them aren’t sleeping together.
Just imagine a Marauders AU based on Julie & The Phantoms.
James, Sirius, Remus and Peter would be the band The Marauders. James, Sirius and Remus die intoxicated by eating hot dogs and 25 years later the ghosts appear in the garage of Lily who is a singer depressed by the death of her mother.
Imagine the potential of Lily And The Marauders.