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cassiaratheslytherpuff · 3 months

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james lives AU prongsfoot bingo pls? 🥺❤

Thank you for asking! This is one I've been working on recently and hope to finish at some point🤞

It's about what might happen if, instead of dying, when Voldemort came that Halloween, James was temporarily separated from his body and just had to watch what happened without being able to interact or do anything. (Which is probably not good, I think it was supposed to be a fluffy prompt and I made it super-angsty)

November 7th 1982 The Janus Thickey Ward is always quieter than James feels it should be. They moved him here after two months on Spell Damage, and he’s still not used to it after almost a year. He sits on the bed where his body rests and tries to figure out how long he’s been gone this time. It’s happening more often now – and for longer each time. He blacks out, loses time, and wakes up beside his body. It's the only time he comes back to the hospital. The rest of the time he spends with Harry or Sirius, though every moment breaks his heart a little more. When he manages to get back in his body, he’s going to murder everyone responsible for him having to know how long it took Harry to realise no-one was going to come when he cried, to curse them with the pain he felt when he watched his son quiet his own sobs and curl up on himself. James hasn’t heard him cry since, and it breaks his heart with every passing day. He’s going to make them scream for the way he felt watching Sirius turn into Padfoot to howl with grief, because his human voice was too ruined by screaming. He’s going to make them scream for how James sobbed when he realised Sirius wasn’t coming back. He’d been the dog for six months now, and James desperately misses the sound of his voice. Misses how he used to talk to James and Harry to keep sane in his cell. Because James did hear, even though Sirius thought he didn't. James goes to stand from the bed, and for the first time in a year he feels resistance as he does. He looks down at his own face and has to let himself hope. Because that’s the way his existence goes. He watches the people he loves suffer, he mourns Lily, and he forces himself to hope. Forces himself to keep trying, because if he gives up – he can’t give up. So, he has to bear the disappointment when it doesn’t work. He lies down in bed, letting his form line up perfectly with his body. He makes himself focus, matches his breathing with that of his body’s. Tries to feel the sheets under his body, or imagine an itch on his nose. A tiredness beyond words washes over him and he lets it, lets it pull him down until he knows he’ll pass out again if he lets it pull him deeper. And then he strains. He forces his eyes open, forces his chest to draw breath. The tiredness doesn’t abate, and he sighs. He wills himself to Harry’s side, but he stays put. Confused, he sit’s up, fighting the exhaustion. But something is different. He can feel the bed as he braces against it to sit. He hurts. Because his body hurts. And when he looks down at the bed, nothing’s there. An alarm goes off, and in seconds the Healer that checks in on him most days comes rushing through the doors. “Mr. Potter,” he says, eyes wide. “You’re awake.”

#prongsfoot #ask #angst #cw: child abuse #cassiwrites #wip game

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heartfeltletters-written · 10 months

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James and Sirius are so codependent it gets scary sometimes and that's why the teachers would separate them when they got detention. Prongsfoot even platonically is very boderline you need to go to therapy because wdym you can't be separate from each other for more than 5 minutes.

Lily also never had qualms in sharing James she's just the IT girl.

#harry potter #james potter #sirius black #marauders #prongsfoot #best pals who cant survive without each other in a totally platonic way #sirius and james are each others lifelines #i will die on this hill #no one ever was as important to them as each other #with the exemption of harry maybe #he was a child after all and jame's son so yeah he's above all else #but besides him? no else you best believe

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padfootastic · 2 years

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thinking of qpp prongsfoot in their 30s/40s who’d devoted their entire life to harry (and any other potential kids) and now that he’s moved out of the house, have so much free time on their hands that they don’t know what to do with.

so they pick up new hobbies, travel around the world, learn how to live as individuals, fall in love all over again.

#james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot #like i just imagine these two not even taking their eyes off harry bc they’re so obsessed w him #and they wanna see every part of his growth ykno?#they’ve tried to do little odd jobs here and there but the fear of missing out on anything in his childhood terrifies them #so they decided to just stay at home #and delay harry moving out as long as possible #but it does happen and now they’re floundering #empty nest syndrome at its best (worst?)#like literally. they walk around like zombies for the first few weeks bc all their routines are out of whack #and they’ve forgotten how to live a life that’s not centred around their kid #but then like. sirius picks up a new hobby. say baking #and he’s just stress baking all over the place which means james is apparating across the continent #trying to give away the goodies to friends and family & random acquaintances before they go bad #in the process he discovers he actually likes all this travel and hustle and bustle and socialising?#so he drags sirius along with him too #and they get trinkets back for harry from everywhere they go #and slowly discover a whole new world that they hadn’t been able to as kids/young adults raising a child #anyway. yeah. i’m just really here for middle aged prongsfoot being in love ykno?#pen’s notes

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wolfstaridiot08 · 2 months

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Feel like this needs to be done, so ALL of Conan Gray songs as marauders and co relationships (includes girls, and Slytherin Skittles, and black sisters)

Killing me - Remus to Sirius (the prank)

Lonely Dancers - Mary and Marlene (hear me out, they are dating Sirius and Remus and Sirius and Remus are clearly hitting it off in the corner drunk so they both sit there sipping their drink, and catch each other's eye and it's like "well, might as well" no real feelings but a nice one night thing)

Alley Rose - jegulus (Regulus worried James will lose him and then actually losing him)

Winner - Sirius to Walburga

Never Ending Song - A Potter and Pureblood Slytherin (Jegulus, Drarry, Scorbus)

Memories - 3rd book Remus to Sirius

The Exit - Regulus to Sirius (imagine everytime the lyrics say girl, it's James)

Movies - Regulus to Barty (the ex is Evan)

People Watching - Peter (couple in beginning is Jily)

Disaster - Wolfstar

Best Friend - Platonic moonflower (it sounds like prongsfoot, but if you really listen closely it's not)

Astronomy - Nobleflower (it may sound like a Jegulus song but they have one like "socially speaking we were the same, with run away fathers and mothers who drank" that makes it Nobleflower not Jegulus, they're really similar if you think about it)

Yours - James before Lily noticed him

Jigsaw - Bellatrix to everyone (Rita, Voldemort, Her parents, etc;)

Family Line - Andromeda

Summer Child - James

Footnote - Unrequited Marylene

Telepath - Rosekiller

Overdrive - Pandalily

Heather - Regulus to James (Heather is Lily)

Maniac - Quillkiller

The Story - Sirius to Harry (boy and girl is Jily, boy and boy is Wolfstar, me and my friend, Regulus and Sirius)

Wish You Were Sober - Marylily

Comfort Crowd - Platonic moonwater

Online Love - Remus and Grant

Checkmate - Mary to Sirius

The Cut That Always Bleeds - Evan to Barty

Flight or Fight - Sirius arriving after Azkaban to realize Remus has moved on with Grant (this was really hard)

Affluenza - Evan (just listen it's him)

(Can We Be Friends?) - Sirius and James meeting each other for the first time

Little League - The Marauders and co graduating Hogwarts and joining the war (I imagine it's mainly James, Regulus or Remus who are singing) (also the lyric "where did all my friends go" just screams marauders)

The King - Remus to Sirius

The Other Side - Tedromeda (other side is away from the Black family)

Idle Town - The peace of Gryffindor tower

Generation Why - Platonic moonwater (They would totally run away and just do shit or cause trouble) (obviously not millennials but they didn't even exist at that point so 🤷‍♀️)

Crush Culture - Peter (my aroace boy)

Greek God - Mary (Gossip Queen and Casanova of Gryffindor tower)

Lookalike - Sorry for this but Regulus to Sirius about James (other options; Regulus to James about Lily, Sirius to Remus about Grant, Pandora to Lily about Mary, or Lily to Pandora about Xeno)

Grow - The black brothers making it out of the family ("we made it out, it seems, I made it out, it seems")

Fake - James and Lily to Snape (when they say breakup it would be about a friendship breakup)

#marauders #rosekiller #jegulus #jily #wolfstar #quillkiller #tedromeda #nobleflower #black family #slytherin skittles #conan gray #marauders girls #marylily #dorlene #did i forget anything

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solitaire-sol · 2 months

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Daily Prongsfoot Thought

James lives a charmed life until he gets involved in the war, so his outlook is a combination of natural idealism and naivete enabled by his personal experience: His wealthy parents dote on and indulge him, he's naturally smart and athletic and magically skilled, he's good-looking and fun to be around and people like him. He understands, intellectually, that bad things happen, but he doesn't really think it could happen to him, so what looks like rash decisions or impulse problems stems from this unshakable feeling that everything will turn out alright. If something in his world is off-kilter, James is confident that he can fix it. Remus is isolated by his lycanthropy? We'll become Animagi to keep him company. Sirius can't take his family anymore? We'll take him in and give him a real family. James is blithely unaware of the people who approach him with ulterior motives, like piggybacking off his popularity or borrowing some Sickles for the next Hogsmeade weekend or getting closer to that unapproachable Sirius Black, not because James is stupid but because, well, why wouldn't they want to be his friend?

Sirius, of course, is more than familiar with the more cynical side of life thanks to his own family and upbringing, as the Blacks are more likely to engage in wizarding politics and mingle with other pureblood aristocracy while the Potters would be more involved in the local village life of Godric's Hollow. Sirius has been taught to spot people who are out to take advantage because he's been raised to be one of those people, and he's initially bewildered that James hasn't. Sure, the Potters are blood traitors, but how could James' parents send their only child out into the world so unprepared? Sirius initially thinks that James' open, generous nature is an invitation to get played and he finds himself heading off these problems as he sees them, a habit he retains as they get older. If that means warding off girls who only want the prestige of dating the Captain of the House Quidditch Team, or boys who undoubtedly want things our obliviously heterosexual (?) James wouldn't want to give, well, Sirius is just being a good best friend, right?

The first time that James brings Sirius home to meet his parents, Monty and Euphie immediately realize they're seeing something special: James smooths over Sirius' jagged edges, Sirius covers James' blind spots. Before Sirius leaves, when James is out of the room, Monty starts to ask Sirius if he'll look out for James-- But Euphie knows that the question doesn't need to be asked. It's obvious that Sirius already is.

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #daily prongsfoot

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mycupofrum · 7 days

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Oooh would you write Prongsfoot in their 30s, both married (maybe even moth to women) and settled and everything is fine, or not so fine. They begin to fall for each other and question their lifes and need to make a decision. I need them to fall in love in their 30s so bad!

If it's to complex for ~100 words you can change it, or you don't have to do it at all of course 😂🙏🏼but you always come up with great ideas and I will love everything. Get well soon 🩷

Hi! 🤩 Thank you for the amazing prompt!! ❤️ I ditched any word limits right away because this needed to be told in as many words as it took. :D Here you go, Prongsfoot falling in love in their 30s with mentions of James/Lily and Sirius/Marlene.

Rating: T

CW/TW: Cheating. DLDR.

What it's always been

"Want to see my latest invention, Padfoot?" James asked after a scrumptious Sunday roast at the Potter house.

With an easy grin, Sirius agreed, and Lily and Marlene rolled their eyes as their husbands retreated to the garden shed. James loved to experiment with spells and charms, something only Sirius had shown interested in lately.

Sirius's smile disappeared as he closed the door behind him. Their eyes locked.

"Something on your mind, Prongs?"

"I've been thinking. About last time."

A week ago, they kissed for the first time in twelve years. One moment, Sirius was praising James for his brilliant spellwork, the next he was interrupted by a brief, tentative brush of the lips. Then another, and another, until they were gasping, hands in each other's pants.

They used to do it for fun, a bit of adolescent experimentation before anything could be taken too seriously. Before their marriages, and before James became a father, and Sirius became Harry's godfather. Before their jobs and responsibilities. Before life became so predictable that it sometimes threatened to suffocate Sirius.

"And?" Sirius's voice didn't quiver, despite his heart's unsteady flutter.

James took a step closer, his gaze lingering on Sirius's mouth. "We shouldn't have done it."

Sirius's expression remained unchanged, but his nails dug into his palms. "I agree. So, we'll forget about it?"

James, now standing right in front of Sirius, reached behind him to lock the door.

"I didn't say that."

His warm breath on Sirius's chin sent shivers all over his body before their lips crushed together. Sirius barely heard the thud as his back hit the door; there was only James, his tongue in his mouth and hands in his hair. His hard, lean body pressed against Sirius's, their hips aligned, and a soft moan escaped from James's lips, which in turn caused Sirius to groan.

James. His only breath of fresh air, the one constant he never grew tired of.

"Fuck. This feels good. You feel good," James muttered, his body shaking beneath Sirius's touch.

"I love you." The words slipped out before Sirius could stop them.

James froze, taking a shuddering breath and leaned his forehead against Sirius's temple. "Are you sure?"

Sirius merely nodded.

"Shit." James caressed Sirius's hair, his lips brushing Sirius's cheek. "That's what this is, then? What it's always been."

Sirius clutched James's shirt, the only lifeline he could hold onto as his heart filled with hope and a twinge of guilt stung his insides, the two contradicting emotions equally as strong.

Sweet Marlene, ten years his senior, passionate and opinionated. They'd chosen a life together, child-free and happy, until the last few years when their words cut a little too deep and clashed a little too often. Still, she didn't deserve this. Neither did Lily.

"I love you," Sirius repeated because it was the only truth that remained.

James's glasses were tilted, and he hastily removed them before rubbing his eyes.

"I love you too," came his broken reply. His hand fell down, revealing a pair of misty eyes. "This changes everything."

Sirius, similarly shaken by the sudden revelation, sighed as his hand found James's, their fingers interlacing.

"I know."

#my writing #prongsfoot #bambibelle #sirius black #james potter

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forestdeath1 · 3 months

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Poet

@prongsfoot-microfic

January 23, 1977

James lies with his eyes closed on the dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack, his nose buried in Sirius's waist. His left hand casually rests on his friend's thigh. Sirius, leaning against the headboard, is flipping through the pages of some yellowed book, faintly illuminated by the dying light of sunset seeping through the cracks of the old windows.

"What's that you're reading?" James mumbles sleepily into his friend's shirt.

"Some muggle poetry. Lily gave it to me," Sirius responds.

"Why does Lily give you books?" James lifts his head slightly.

"Because, unlike you, I'm not a toerag. I can actually talk to her without making a fool of myself, you know?"

"Oh, shut it," James exhales, lightly hitting Sirius's book with his hand before rolling onto his back. "She likes me."

"Of course, she does," Sirius agrees, without looking up from his book. "Everyone does."

"Right," James pretends not to hear the irony in Sirius's voice. Or maybe he genuinely doesn't.

"Muggles can write beautifully, did you know?" Sirius asks a few minutes later.

"Nah," James answers lazily, yawning and stretching. Today he had to get up even earlier than usual – Stone had set a penalty training for their team for "improper conduct on the field."

"Listen to this," Sirius starts reading, sliding his left hand into James's hair.

Sirius twirls a lock of James's hair around his finger while his voice fills the room with the dramas of human lives, clothed in rhymed lines. James looks at the log ceiling, studying the patterns of darkened grooves and scratches, listening.

Sirius has a beautiful voice. He even makes poetry sound interesting. Poetry? Since when did James care about poetry? But with Sirius, even poetry seems fascinating.

Well, it's not like he's genuinely into poetry, but he likes how Sirius reads them – like he's the hero of these stories, not just a bystander. If any of them has a refined soul, it's definitely Sirius, though he'd never admit it.

This boy has a knack for finding the hidden poetry in the prose of life – something James has always lacked. Sirius – a lyrical child of the night. Daunting, dark, and dangerous, but only to those who haven't yet learned to understand it, who haven't seen that he is a reflection of the most dazzling white light.

"Do you like it?" Sirius asks after a while.

"Yeah," James whispers, turning back towards Sirius and pressing his face against his side, slipping his hand under the shirt to rest it on Sirius's chest. "Write me a poem," James looks up, smiling slightly.

Sirius laughs softly and clears his throat dramatically.

"Oh, James the Magnificent, greatest of the great, brightest of the bright..." he begins theatrically, extending his hand in a caricature of a gesture.

"And who's making a fool of themselves now?" James sighs, suppressing a chuckle, and lowers his head back to Sirius's waist. Sirius flicks him on the head in response.

They lie like that for a while. James hears the rustle of turning pages and the howling of the winter wind. He feels the warmth of Sirius's body under his palm. They're always warm, both of them. Moony often jokes that they can use them instead of warming charms for their dorm.

"Actually, I found a poem here," Sirius suddenly says, "just needs a little tweaking..."

"Tell me."

Sirius pauses for a moment, then flips through the pages and stops at the right one. James raises his gaze to him, looking up – Sirius has always dubbed this particular expression as 'the deer look'.

Sirius thoughtfully shifts his gaze from the book to James, smiles with one corner of his mouth, ruffles James's hair, and, returning his grey eyes to the book, quietly says:

"He is my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I think this love will last forever: am I not wrong?"

"What did you change?"

"Just the last line. It's originally about loss. 'I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.' But I like my version better. You?"

"Me too," James lifts himself on his elbows, presses against Sirius's ear, and whispers, "I think this love will last forever," then kisses him, moving lower down his neck and deeper, sliding his hand under the shirt. "You are not wrong."

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October 31, 1981

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #james and sirius #prongsfoot microfic #the marauders #prongs #padfoot

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saintsenara · 2 months

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Oooo thoughts on remus/james? :0

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

my preferred version of the marauders' dynamic is that james is the central figure in each of their lives [and that, without him, peter, remus, and sirius don't... automatically gel] and absolutely integral to each of their senses of self.

which means that, when it comes to shipping them, i am very much of the opinion that james potter and his three boyfriends is canon.

but i also think that there's a subtle difference in each of the marauders' platonic relationship with james, which would impact how any romantic relationship with him functioned.

and with wolfbucks i think you have - in comparison to prongsfoot, which is so rampantly codependent, and to wormbucks, which will be influenced by the resentment and jealousy of james which must lurk under peter's outward affection for him - a relationship in which a constructed, flawless version of james is worshipped by remus and the james who actually exists is never approached by his friend as a real person.

we see this in canon - that, while sirius' grief for james feels more visceral and raw than remus', sirius is also able to acknowledge the reality of james much more openly, while remus chafes against the idea that he might have had any negative characteristics at all. remus is the person who dismisses the tension between snape and james as snape's jealousy of james being talented and sexy in prisoner of azkaban; when harry confesses having seen his father being a bully in snape's worst memory, sirius who cops to their behaviour, while remus attempts to protect james from harry's anger.

i think there's something really interesting which can be done with the idea of remus' adoration of a perfect james who doesn't really exist having to careen headfirst into the reality of james as a human boyfriend, with all of the accompanying faults and flaws, that could either be really toxic or genuinely moving if an author wanted to take it in either direction.

but i think there's also something really interesting in the idea that james would want to maintain the flattering image of himself which remus had invented, and that he would, therefore, go out of his way to indulge remus' more straightforwardly negative characteristics in order to maintain his status in his lover's eyes.

[i do, in fact, think that this characteristic - in terms of wolfbucks' platonic relationship, at least - is canon. remus' shock in deathly hallows when harry is furious at the suggestion that he might just walk out on his pregnant wife and unborn child heavily implies to me that james would have just said "yep. do what you want, king" in the same situation...]

and so, while i would certainly say that wolfbucks would be much more deeply rooted in artifice in prongsfoot... i can't say the potential for total mess it contains doesn't compel me...

and it certainly compels me more than wolfstar.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #wolfbucks #remus lupin #james potter

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runwiththerain · 4 months

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an introduction to the marauders

for @gently-decaying-flowers

follow up posts will be made for the valkyries and skittles

james fleamont potter

also known as prongs

important canon information:

dead, died on october 31st 1981 defending his family from voldemort so lily could protect harry

his parents are fleamont 'monty' and euphemia 'effie' and we love both of them

his animagus is a stag

was head boy and a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team

had a mutually antagonistic relationship with severus snape

fancast information:

original fancast was aaron taylor johnson

second fancast was reiky de valk

my personal fancast is gabriel.stewart

other fancasts include nickisnotgreen and thomas weatherall

common fanon traits:

is known as the sun and a golden retriever character, wears red converse, swiftie, quidditch obsessed, early morning riser who tries to force other people too (doesn't work), loyal, hero complex, hopeless romantic, mischievous and loves pranks, often is desi or latino, would take a bullet for anyone in his life, definitely strutted and is a therapist friend, has a hard time opening up

ships:

jily/sunflower/flowerpott: james and lily evans

jegulus/sunseeker/starchaser: james and regulus black

prongsfoot: james and sirius black

moonchaser: james and remus lupin

sirius orion black

also known as padfoot

important canon information:

godfather to harry and best friends with james

left home at 16 to live with the potters

was wrongly accused for the betrayal of lily and james

served 12 years in azkaban before using his animagus form to escape

his animagus is a black dog

was killed by his cousin bellatrix lestrange

fancast information:

original fancast was ben barnes

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is conan gray

other fancasts include louis seriot and eren m güvercin

common fanon traits:

drama queen, massive david bowie fan, rides a motorcycle, experiments with makeup, genderfluid, compulsive and mischievous, gay, owns and wears a leather jacket, he thinks his initials stand for son of a bitch, short king, gets jealous easily, no concept of personal space, mommy issues, daddy issues, family issues, pretty crier, french, likes to paint his nails

ships:

wolfstar: sirius and remus lupin

blackinnon: sirius and marlene mckinnon (widely unaccepted now)

prongsfoot: sirius and james potter

remus john lupin

also known as moony

important canon information:

his nickname of moony came about due to his "furry little problem" (being a werewolf)

in prisoner of azkaban he taught d efense against the dark arts at hogwarts

has a child called teddy with nymphadora tonks

was killed in the battle of hogwarts

fancast information:

original fancast was andrew garfield

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is p4perback

other fancasts include paul ahrens and matthew hitt

common fanon traits:

always wears grandpa sweaters, craves academic validation, best friends with lily, grumpy around full moons, loves chocolate, the mastermind behind all the marauders pranks, goes to a study group, is a massive nerd, tall but it took ages for him to grow, self worth issues, raspy voice, swears a goddamn lot, welsh and no one can understand what he says

ships:

wolfstar: remus and sirius black

moonwater: remus and regulus black

moonchaser: remus and james potter

moonrosekiller: remus and barty crouch jr and evan rosier

peter pettigrew

also known as wormtail

important canon information:

traitor to the marauders

was james and lily's secret keeper but ratted them out to voldemort hence resulting in their death

his animagus form is a rat

hid in his rat form in the wealsey family as 'scabbers' until discovered by sirius and remus in the prisoner of azkaban

fancast information:

original fancast was dane dehaan

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is lewis capaldi

other fancasts include maxwell acee donovan and jacob batalon

common fanon traits:

friendly and sociable, plant dad, needs validation, great cook/baker, indecisive, cheeky, amazing at chess, not the smartest academically, childhood friends with james and marlene, quick thinker, unintentionally funny, wants nothing more than to fit in, sometimes forgotten, has a really healthy dating history, sometimes has the best pranks and suprises the others

ships:

pebill: peter and sybill trelawney

unknown ship name: peter and james potter (usually a one sided crush)

unknown ship name: peter and remus lupin

partyvan: peter and barty crouch jr and evan rosier (this is mostly made as a joke)

#rwtr.txt #marauders #marauders era #char tag 🐈#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #the marauders #marauders headcanons

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cassiaratheslytherpuff · 3 months

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Please tell me more about Rarrydraft w prongsfoot!! Two sets of best friends - that can only be good ❤️

Thanks for asking! 🩷 I had completely forgotten I even started this. It's about Harry pining for Ron and finding Sirius's diary when cleaning up Grimmauld Place for Ron to move in with him.

I'll share a couple of snippets, maybe it'll motivate me to finish one of these days.

“I’m a patient guy,” Ron said. “I mean, you’d call me patient, right? When Hermione left right after the war to get her parents from Australia I waited patiently, didn’t I? In fact, I wanted to join her! Hermione, I said, we’re partners now, you don’t need to do this on your own. But no, she HAD to go off on her own.” Harry grabbed the nicest of his two bottles of Firewhiskey and climbed onto the counter to get the magickly charmed whiskey glasses from the back of the cabinet. At some point he’d owned six Charm-Chilled glasses, but after summoning them one time too many he only had too left – something about the pure rage in Ron’s voice made him decide this wasn’t the time to risk them. “And then after she finally finished at Hogwarts,” Ron continued when Harry focussed back on his voice, “I thought, this is it – now we start our lives together for real. But of course, then she decided she had to get that bachelor’s degree. And I offered to upend everything and come to Glasgow with her, because the only thing I really wanted was to bloody be with her.” Harry poured the Firewhiskey and handed Ron his glass, but he was too busy talking to take a single sip. “But it was all noo Ron,” Ron twisted his face and voice into a mocking imitation of his girlfriend, ”you’ve got to stay here. Your family needs you, Fred needs you at the shop. Harry needs you.” Harry winced at that, the idea that Ron might have stayed behind for him. “Of course,” Ron said, “now I find out the real reason.” In a single breath Ron seemed to deflate in front of Harry’s eyes, his shoulders sagging and his eyes turning worn and sad instead of fiery. Harry grabbed him by the elbow and directed him to the living room, carrying the bottle of Firewhiskey and his glass in his free hand. He sat Ron down on the sofa, and this time he went willingly, staring morosely into his glass before draining it in a single swallow and holding out for Harry to refill it. “What’s happened?” Harry asked again, thinking this time he might get an answer. “She’s going back to Glasgow for her masters degree,” Ron said. “I thought when she got back this summer that we could finally start our lives together, but after just seven months of living with me she’s off again.” “Why don’t you go with her?” Harry asked, refusing to acknowledge how much the idea hurt. “That’s what I suggested,” Ron said. “I mean, everyone’s got their own thing now – nobody really needs me to stay anymore.” Harry thought briefly and wildly, I do, but bit down the urge to speak.

And the diary

Diary of Sirius Black. July 1st, 1979. So, James and I moved into our flat today, and I figured it was a good day to start using this bloody diary Remus got me. I know, I know, I’m a dude I should insist it’s a journal, but sometimes it’s just nice to call a wand a wand, you know? I figure Remus thought I should have someplace to put my thoughts, because although I’m almost sure he has no idea what’s rolling around inside my head he does know there’s a lot in here I don’t talk about. Speaking of, I should ward this book if I’m going to write down all the things I refuse to say out loud. If James ever read it… OK, I’ve warded it. So we’re safe. I can write anything here now, but honestly I’m not sure I want to. Maybe seeing it in black and white will be too real? How about I tell you another secret? My childhood was… pretty terrible. They never did anything physical, but I’m starting to believe James when he says that doesn’t make it ok. It was alright, I suppose, until I sorted Gryffindor. At some level they must have known it was going to happen, but I still managed to make them ‘shocked and appalled’ as they said. I stuck with it for another five summers before I ran off and moved in with James’ family. That’s not the secret. The secret isn’t that living with James’ family felt more like a home than Grimmauld ever had either, though it did. It was brilliant, his mum kept hugging me and even though it took me ages to just relax and enjoy it she never gave up. They’re brilliant. Or they were brilliant, fuck I still can’t believe they’re gone… Anyway, I was talking about my secret. The real reason I finally couldn’t stay with my own parents anymore. The thing is, they found out, and I don’t think either of us could survive being in the same house after that. They couldn’t stand me, and I couldn’t stand being so thoroughly hated for every part of me. Maybe Mr and Mrs Potter wouldn’t have minded if they knew, but I was never willing to risk it. I suppose it’s the same with James. He might be fine with it, it might not change a thing except make us closer – but there’s always the chance it’ll ruin everything. The thing is, I’m queer. Shocker, right? Not really, I know. Feels obvious to me, but I think the only one who’s ever come close to suspecting it is Remus.

#rarry #ronarry #prongsfoot #snippet #ask #cw: alcohol #cw: child abuse #at least it's hinted at?#fanfiction #cassiwrites

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petals2fish · 4 months

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Okay okay I hear ya. I'm an OG, 30+ fan who agrees with you on Jily.

But the question I need to know is Wolfstar - virtually canon or a fan fever dream?

Please base this on your experiences as an OG fan and not in the hellscape that modern Wolfstar has become!

I’ve always liked wolfstar, I think it’s fun, but it’s not my be all end all! Also, a lot of the newer wolfstar seems to have changed the Remus and Sirius characters a ton, which is interesting to me because the characters were a good match without the gradual fanon interpretation in the last five years.

Anyways, based on what canon gives, I have my own opinion on all four marauders below:

James is Straight. He dates girls, loves girls, and marries Lily aka HIS SOULMATE. The man honestly took one look at Lily and said “I’m gonna be an idiot for the rest of my life just for her” and I support that jocks choices with every fiber of my being. That being said, I love reading modern AUs with bi James as long as he’s not with R3gul*s, Sn8pe, or other Slytherins who join the DE. I’d be defending Prongsfoot faster than I’d get with wolfstar tbh

Sirius is Asexual. He don’t give two flying fucks. I have one sentence in the entire series to go off of for this so no one get mad at me if you think I’m delulu for this one okay. I like my delulu land where Sirius is asexual even if everyone else in this fandom wants him with Remus or Marlene McKinnon. let me have more asexual Sirius in more fics!!! fellow asexual Sirius writers help me out with this plz!!!!

Remus is Straight. I mean, he doesn’t stand up to his school buds when they’re being dicks because he likes being included, he falls in love with a manic pixie dream girl despite her being younger than him by several years, he desperately needs therapy due to PTSD but doesn’t go, he turns into a wolf once a month but is honestly probably so hairy even when it’s not the full moon, he has a baby and immediately forgets child support is a thing because he wants to run off to war with his dead best friends kid…I mean… idk. Don’t get me wrong I love Remus Lupin, my stupid son, but he screams straight to me.

Peter is Gay. I definitely think closeted so he dated girls to keep up with the straight persona. I don’t think this is a widespread thing that people agree with; I just have a personal head canon that he is actually in love with James due to the way he’s described by the adults in canon HP and the way he is depicted in the flashbacks in canon HP. Plus it makes his betrayal more fueled by something other than being a big baby coward. And I mean he still is a big baby coward, but I’d like more emotional depth with my betrayal plots.

#petals talks #this was probably more than you wanted #I got carried away with Remus for sure #why don’t we have more hairy Remus representation #that man is a WOLF #he must have chest hair like to the extreme

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falling in love (with a feeling) | poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia!au

“My mother taught me that the only way to get over a man is to get under another one.” Percilla said with a devious, lopsided smirk. An hour and a half ago, she’d all but pushed her way into your apartment, making a strategic beeline towards your closet, hauling a pink duffle bag half her size over her arm.

“Of course, she didn’t take different gender preferences into account back then, and she wasn’t exactly a saint in those years either. But ignoring the way she freezes up now, acting like it’s hard business to recall what I see as pivotal moments of her influence on me as a child- I found that it works like a charm!”

She was an almost comical mass of multiple moving parts. Running a comb through your hair one moment, rifling through your drawers and pressing various articles of clothing into your hands the next.

A little black dress, smoky eye, and glossed lips with loose hair and you were deemed ready. ‘Keep it simple and any interested parties will do the rest!’ She’d remarked proudly. Throwing the last of her things back into the oversized bag before setting it in the corner of your bathroom, grabbing her purse and walking to the door with a purpose; the Lyft ride had already been waiting for three whole minutes by then.

But rooms full of inebriated, horny strangers had never been your style, and people you don’t know pose unwarranted dangers while sleeping with them foretold even more. So without a single intention to follow her plan to the last bulletin, you decide to simply enjoy what you could and head home with your conscience intact.

Though instead of her usual stomping grounds, she’d brought you to the more expensive side of town. An A-list club which was guaranteed to house the most well off socialites in the city. The name very faintly registering even if you couldn’t place where, or in what context exactly it had been mentioned.

“Marauder’s Map? Perc, I’ve never been here before. And I definitely don’t have the cash for more than two drinks.” You’d said feeling quite apprehensive but sticking close behind her nonetheless; following even as she exited the car cutting the entire line of waiting patrons and blaring the bright screen of her phone in the bouncer’s face.

Much to your surprise, the towering man does not berate the two of you. Instead his mouth purses to the side, a thick brow arching quizzically as he grimly asks, “And the phrase is?”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Then, without any hassle or need for lengthy explanations, you’re both allowed inside. Granted a smooth entry as she grabs ahold of your hand, expertly guiding you through groups of people like a woman on a mission.

“I haven’t told you,” She speaks in a secretive tone, linking an arm with yours and slowing her stride as she scans the room, and the countless faces it holds, with a discerning eye. “But, I met a guy. He’s rich, like Will Smith or Jay Z and Beyoncé building-generational-fucking-wealth rich. And he’s gorgeous, of course. That has to be a given, no matter the amount of money he has.”

“And you have, or you're actively trying to sleep with him?” You ask, studying her perfectly pretty face with her highlighted blonde hair, overlined eyes and sateen lips- fully thinking that she was just stunning, and crazy, enough to pull off bagging some nameless, New York City billionaire socialite.

She stops walking and turns to you with raised brows like you’re missing something that’s right in front of your face.

“No, you dummy.” She laughs and it’s an airy but fond kind of sound. One that peppers your cheeks with soft puffs of air before jovially filling the space around you. “I’m trying to marry him.”

Oh, you think. Eyebrows lifting before you're the one that’s letting out a quiet laugh.

She doesn’t like that however, releasing your arm and allowing it to slap back down to your side as her lips morph into a displeased frown.

“Perc, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just shocked, is all.” You say immediately after, attempting to do quick and precise damage control. “I mean, you’re younger than me and twenty just seems like an awfully young age to literally tie yourself to someone else. Let alone some guy with as much affluence and cash to throw as you say he has.”

“He’s not just some guy, like I found him at a 7/11 and decided he was the one. He’s one of the most well-known men in the state, not to mention the entire country. And you not being ready when you were my age does not automatically dictate the rest of the world’s timeline. I know what I want, and I will not be laydoned with someone else’s insecurities.” The words slip past her lips like water from a tap and you stand there stunned and quiet; blinking at her, as you think she might as well have just slapped you clean in the face, and saved you the mental gymnastics.

“‘Cilla!” A voice calls out from behind her, ripping the two of you out of the tense space you’d found yourself sunken in.

When the man comes into view, he wraps an overly familiar arm over her shoulders and there's a stark height difference compared to either of you. A few integral inches which make it so that he has to subtly bend his neck to properly look her in the eyes.

His sleek, raven black hair tucked behind one ear as the opposing side curtains his face like flowing silk, caressing his cheeks and resting at his shoulders.

Black slacks with a matching dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleek boots fitted on his feet. Thin, gold chains glint around his neck in the dim light as the open space reveals a multitude of tattoos, the ink continuing down his exposed forearms where the sleeves have been rolled up. He is gorgeous, a true Samson, and you decide then and there, that you hate him. Or, at the very least, feel inconvenienced by him in more ways than one.

“Sirius,” Percilla greets with a warm smile, her mood considerably dampened but seemingly willing herself to perk back up as she reminds herself of the main objective.

“Comment allez-vous? I’m glad you could make it.” He asks before immediately defeating the purpose of speaking, his middle and index finger gently coaxing her jaw so that her neck turns further to face him, making you stand witness to the way his lips interlock with her own.

It ends just as quickly as it was initiated before those steely blue eyes are turning on you and the effect is borderline frightful. His attention makes your skin feel clammy and as though your body is burning at a temperature of 105, and you’re certain that regardless of how needlessly overdramatic the word is, you’re certain that you hate him.

“And who is this?” He asks, oddly refusing to break eye contact with you.

“My friend, the one I told you about? You might not remember.” She answers and you internally blanche.

“No, no. I remember now!” He laughs as he‘s reminded of whatever god awful event or memory she’d previously recounted to him, extending his free hand towards you. “Sirius Black. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Ravi de faire votre connaissance.”

You stare blankly at the larger, outstretched fingers, look back up at him and force your lips to contort into a thin-mouthed smile, “Enchantée.”

Turning to Percilla with the same false glee, you jerk your head towards the bar with a curt, “Don’t let me keep you, I’ll be at the bar.” Before giving him one final smile and departing.

Sliding over a bar stool, you stare at the bartender, aware of the fact that there’s plenty of other people who’ve either ordered or are waiting to order- but after a solid four minutes pass, you’re certain the asshole is purposefully ignoring you.

“Malcolm.” A low voice chimes above your head and with a quick glance you find that Sirius has slipped in alongside you with ease, the bartender nearly breaking his neck with the speed at which he turns in your direction before clearing the distance in two and half steps.

“Now what would you like, dear?” The handsome bastard asks, tilting his head towards you like he could wait all night for an answer. All of his attention and focus circled in on you.

The sexist bartender looks at him, while he looks at you and you peer back with furrowed brows and pursed, glossy lips.

‘Well, at least I can finally order.’ You inwardly grumble, letting out a sigh before breathing out an answer, “Brandy Old-Fashioned, washed with lemon-lime soda. Three cherries, please.”

Sirius continues to lean against the bar on one elbow, legs crossed at the ankles as he looks down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed with the faintest smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he slowly nods, turns and orders as well. “The usual. Both are on me, Malcolm.”

“Coming right up, sir.” The younger man replies before making quick, but precise work of it as though someone lit a fire under his ass.

“You own the place.” You quietly remark, looking up at him as a shot glass is presented in front of him with a soft clank, an even mix of ginger ale and whiskey.

“Partially. One-fourth, split evenly.” He answers, smirking like a human Cheshire Cat.

Your drink arrives, precisely how you asked for it and Sirius gives the boy a curt nod, signaling for him to return to assisting other waiting customers. And maybe it’s the slow way you sip from the glass, biting into a maraschino cherry tentatively, or just the look in your eye, but his mouth switches to a smile as he throws back the shot, emptying it in a single gulp and deftly wetting his lips.

“You’re the style consultant.” He says appraisingly, perhaps verbally jogging his memory. “The one who works in the luxury suit shop, doing fittings and resizing slacks.”

You silently nod, eyeing him suspiciously with furrowed brows. “Yeah.”

“‘Cilla mentioned you a few nights back, said you wouldn’t tell her everything that was going on but she suspected it was taking a toll- that you were stressed.” His eyes were narrowed, a rye smile gracing his lips as he spoke. “She thought a night out would do some good, take your mind off things.”

“Did she?” You ask rhetorically, voice dry.

“Yeah.” He nods, “And is it?”

“What?”

“Is it helping distract you?” He prods, as if it’s any of his business, or concern.

Downing the last of your drink, the ice tinkles melodically as you set it back down. “No. It hasn’t.”

Coping with the ending of a three year long relationship was one thing. You could learn to do the mundane activities alone again, could get over how isolating it felt to crawl into bed and know there was no one to join you.

Giving up your apartment, figuring out an entirely new living arrangement and shifting money around so that rent and bills could be covered by a job that hadn’t been intended to carry all of that responsibility was another.

Pinching pennies and having to choose between budgeting or enjoying yourself had a way of slowly draining the life out of you until all that was left were irrational anxieties, fears and feelings of hopelessness. You didn’t want to talk about it because you had to live with the reality of the situation every second of the day and you hardly expected someone younger than you to be able to help much, so naturally Percilla wouldn’t know the full story.

“I figured as much.” He agrees, tapping the bar and smiling down at you as you all but glare back. “You've had a drink, why don’t you head home? I’ll keep an eye on Percilla, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble this time around- and send her back to her flat in one piece with a story to tell.”

“Though for you, rest will do you more good than standing around in those high heels will.” He jests cheekily, looking particularly pleased at the way you glower at his poking remark but before you can reply, he’s shooting a wink at you and walking away; his dark form dissolving between the throngs of people.

part II

#mafia!marauders #mafia au #sirius black x reader #the marauders x reader #the marauders #prongsfoot #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius black x reader x james potter #poly marauders #hp blurb #hp #harry potter blurb #harry potter #marauders era #harry potter imagine

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shivstar · 8 months

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I have a guilty pleasure of reading Jegulus fics. Despite I shouldn't because of reasons-

#1 They are repetitive in their characterization. James is never shown as canon James that is cruel, arrogant and intelligent. Regulus is changed to diluted version of Sirius but with some self preservation because the dude went to Slytherin.

#2 I am majorly into Prongsfoot (obviously into romantic James and sirius for all those requiring clarification). So I feel like I am cheating on my babies for reading this fic where james is with sirius's brother.

# I hate wolfstar and Lupin with a passion. And if you had read a Jegulus fic, you will know that that pairing doesn't comes without wolfstar. Like ever. Ever. So, even though I have to suffer through this painful thing, I read it.

Why?

Because of the drama available there. Obviously. You get fluff. You get black brothers, you get strong women characters, you get different tropes and what's ifs, you get an ending where first war has better result as compared to canon.

But I hate it too because -

#1 James will never even look towards Regulus when he has the better black brother sirius right in front of him 24*7

#2 Sirius will never give a damm about remus when James is right in front of him for 24*7

#3 These fics forget that besides from the Wizarding war being about blood purity, it was also about dark wizards fighting for their rights. And Regulus black was a dark wizard. So okay maybe he does not want to be killing people for their status but if he also didn't want to be a dark wizard then you are making him sound like a very disfigured imitation of sirius but only more coward version who is a spineless, worthless follower.

I mean let the dude be a person who does not give a damm about whether other people are killed for their blood as long as he and his people are safe. Let him practice dark magic because he is a proud dark wizard unlike sirius who is a closeted dark wizard and has to hide his affinity to that part of magic just to fit with his friends.

#4 Every single Jegulus fic shows walburga and orion as physically and emotionally abusive parents. When I think it was never the case. I believe that with war on the horizon and with strong personalities, sirius and walburga clashed all the time because of their belief system. Walburga distanced herself when she felt that sirius was lost case and started focusing on Regulus who up until the point was not paid much attention.

Regulus was too happy to make his parents pay him attention, became even more malleable to their belief system in search of that affection while sirius thought that nothing he could do would be any better than Regulus so why try. He was jealous of his own brother. Like any normal child he resented his brother for getting his parents love. It was crystal clear in ootp if people dared to pay attention. {No but we were all busy paying attention to that brotherly hug in poa to have any brain cell remaining to pay attention to other books. Lol}

Why the reasons for sirius running away need to be exaggerated. Look around yourself. Have seen some parent child relationship in which there is no abuse involved, but still miscommunication, expectation, circumstances and belief were the reason of their estrangement.

#5 That point where you are reading form Regulus's pov and he has these abandonment issues because of sirius leaving him alone and not taking him away too and you feel for the guy because he is laying his heart out for his audience to see how much he suffered. He blames sirius and James. I feel that bullshit. First of all I think that Regulus was supper happy that he got to be having the sole attention of his parents. Again my version of his parents were not abusive people just two people who didnt know a thing about parenting. The guy was Slytherin, he liked winning. But he was also hurt by his parents still not being as concerned about him like they are of sirius, even when he is disowned. He hated his brother for having that concern in his parents' mind even now. He wanted to be better. He wanted to make them forget that sirius ever existed. He overcompensates by joining DE, he was not forced. He wanted to be make them pleasantly surprised when walburga never wanted that of her sons. She just wanted them to be bigots like her.

She absolutely despised the idea of her youngest bowing to someone. When Blacks are supposed to be the topmost. Practical royalty.

Regulus when he found out that his parents are in fact not happy with his decision, felt betrayed first and then lost. When he got the actual reality of death eating business, it was too late and he felt that he had no one in his corner. His only friends were all DE and quite happy in it. His parents were silently disappointed.

So when he found out about horcrux. He thought that he can make it upto his parents. But also he did not want to seek their help in his embarrassment. So he seeked to do it by himself and met his tragic end. Also I head canon that he could have fought to survive but his will to survive was lost because he felt adrift with no one to confide the complexities of his life, he felt alone. And he accepted death quite quickly with a relief because he was lonely in the world full of opinionated people.

So the bottom line is that I read Jegulus and then I hate myself for reading it. Because it is bullshit. But it has drama. And fanfics are their to entertain us even if it makes me pull my hair out and gauge own eyes.

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