#Sirius black is a good dad to Harry

[chasingthestarss]

Remus: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Sirius whispering: why are there little handprints all over the walls

Harry whispering: because I have small hands

Sirius: Becuase he has small hands

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Stare

@rosekillermicrofic April 28, word count 282

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Bye, Son!” Sirius yelled after them, waving like a lunatic in the doorway. Evan waited just long enough for one of Sirius’s neighbours to look over at the car before driving away with a red-faced Barty.

“Thanks for that, Evan. Much appreciated,” Barty grumbled, pushing his chin into his fist as he propped his elbow on the car door and leaned against it.

“Any time,” Evan joked back, turning the stern on. It wasn’t far to the property he was checking out, but he still liked to drive with a little background music on. Barty reached forward with his free hand and started to fiddle with it. Evan slapped his hand away and put it back where it had been and continued driving, ignoring the glaring stare Barty was giving him. “Driver picks the music,” he said, without taking his eyes off the road. 

“But you have shit taste,” Barty snickered. Evan could see the sly grin creeping across Barty’s face out of the corner of his eye. 

“Driver picks the music,” Evan repeated, and turned left into the next street. 

It took about another five minutes to reach the house, and Evan sighed as he locked the car. 

“What?” Barty asked, not seeing what Evan saw. 

“The roof is sagging, the chimney needs sorting, I bet it leaks,” he walked closer to the house. “Windows are cracked, and the door looks like one good kick would have it open. 

“Really?!” Barty strode past him and kicked the door in. “Hey, you were right!” Barty said gleefully, walking into the house. 

“For fucks sake Barty! Why, just why?!” Evan shook his head and hurried in after him. Barty clearly needed adult supervision. 

Next part

[hptrash-lookaway]

Idk if literally anyone else thinks about this, but I’m also always thinking about Harry being all sad because people don’t really see him when they look at him, they see the bwl or his parents

And yeah there’s a ton of people who do see Harry as just the bwl, but like,, outside of like,, the order and a couple of others, most people probably aren’t seeing Harry’s parents in him, like Lily and James weren’t famous till they died (outside of James being the sole heir to an old line, although it does raise the question of if people took issue with him marrying Lily since she was a muggleborn, anyways how many people would care that much about James being the last Potter outside of other old family lines?) so outside of the people they personally interacted with, most probably didn’t pay that much attention to them, whereas Harry is hella famous and has been that way for most of his life

Idk if I can actually articulate my point but anyways once again thinking about a lot of people from the marauders generation ending up in the hp generation, and Harry’s all worried about no one caring about him anymore because he thinks most people only care about him as a replacement for his parents, but a lot of the people from his generation are only excited to meet them because they’re Harry’s parents

Idk it’s also funny to me to think about it being like still in the middle of the war and the order really caring about Lily and James being back and feeling more confident, and outside of like Snape, most of the death eaters and Voldemort aren’t fully sure who they’re looking at for a few seconds, like they’ve just been so focused on Harry for so long, only caring about them when that prophecy came out

(and considering it had to have come out around when Harry was born because due dates are so fickle and he was 1 when they were killed, it had to be max a year till they were found, not too long in the grand scheme of things)

Also I’m imagining that this is more teenage James and Lily, so it doesn’t help that they don’t look exactly how they did before dying

(My reasoning for most death eaters not caring about James and Lily before the prophecy is that I believe the theory that most order members weren’t public knowledge, they didn’t have to go into hiding until the prophecy was made (if DE’s cared about them, no way they wouldn’t have been in a protected house from the start), we don’t really know what defying Voldemort means so it could’ve been anything, doesn’t necessarily mean it was in a way Voldemort would’ve cared about till he sat down to figure out which family the prophecy could be about and was like “oh wait”, and some other reasons that make sense only to me and idk how to word them)

(Like I really think they’d be in the same amount of being famous as Tonks would be pre-prophecy, she’s an order member, she’s an auror like James who probably doesn’t take shit from all those death eaters who should’ve been in Azkaban and are now living normal lives, and she has a dramatic family history, her mom was completely disowned from a very well known family for marrying her dad, when they didn’t even completely disown Sirius!! And then she had a baby with a known werewolf, yet there’s not ever really a sense that she’s that famous or that death eaters care that much about her)

[impishtubist]

trick or treat

(this is painfully American and no I'm not taking any criticism about that because frankly I don't care)

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“Daddy, when is Harry coming?”

Sirius glanced at the clock. “In one hour, bug.” 

“How long is that?”

“That’s as long as one nap.” 

Teddy pouted. “That’s a long time.” 

Sirius grinned. “It’s not that long, I promise. Do you have your costume laid out?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ve got your bucket?”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Where are your shoes?”

Teddy pointed at the door, where he had carefully placed his shoes. 

Sirius wiped his hands on a towel. “Do you want to go to the park while we wait?”

“Yeah!” 

The least Sirius could do, he figured, was to try to run off some of Teddy’s energy before letting Harry take him for the night. He bundled Teddy into his coat and whistled for the dogs. They came running, and Sirius clipped on their leashes.

“I wanna walk Bowie!” Teddy demanded, and Sirius handed over the red leash. He had had several stern talks with the dogs as Padfoot when Teddy was a baby, telling them how fragile a human child could be and how they weren’t ever to jump on, pull, or knock Teddy over. The lectures were probably unnecessary, as all his dogs were intelligent and well-behaved, but it made him feel better about the whole thing. Bowie was larger than Teddy, but he walked calmly down the street, not even running after a squirrel when it darted in front of him. 

They played for half an hour in the park before walking back. Well, Sirius and the dogs walked, while Teddy ran ahead of them. So much for burning off his energy. 

Harry was already waiting for them at the house when they returned, and Teddy shouted in excitement.

“Harry!”

“Hi, Teds.” Harry dropped into a crouch as Teddy ran at him, catching the boy in a hug. “Are you ready to go?”

“No! I need my costume!” 

“Let’s go put it on then, shall we?” Harry straightened. “Hi, Sirius.”

“Hi, love. Thanks for doing this.” 

“It’s no problem.” 

Teddy dragged Harry off to his room, chattering at him a mile a minute. Sirius’s heart swelled as he listened to his kids, to Harry’s questions and Teddy’s excited answers. He fed the dogs while Harry helped Teddy with his costume, and then finished cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. 

The doorbell rang, and he went to answer it. 

“‘Lo, you two,” he said, standing back to let Ron and Hermione in. “Teddy’s already got Harry captive.” 

Feet pounded down the hallway, and Teddy ran into the room. Or, rather, a pteranodon with Teddy’s face ran into the room.

“Ron!” he cheered. “Hermy!” 

“My goodness,” Hermione said, taking in the elaborate costume that Sirius had spent hours magicking into existence using some clothes Teddy had grown out of. “What kind of dinosaur are you?”

“Not a dinosaur,” Teddy said, sounding offended. “‘s a flying reptile, Hermy.” 

“And what’s it called, Teds?” Sirius prompted.

“A ter-an-don.” 

“Pteranodon,” Sirius said.

“That’s what I said!” 

They went outside so Teddy could stretch out the wings of his costume and Sirius could take pictures.  

“Alright, Tedster.” Sirius knelt in front of the little boy. “You have fun tonight, okay?” 

“I will.”

“Good. Can I give you a hug?”

Teddy allowed a hug and a kiss, and then he ran to Harry, taking his hand and tugging him down the street. 

***

Sirius never visited James and Lily’s graves on Halloween.

He visited the cottage instead. 

He knelt in the entryway where he had found James’s body. He climbed the stairs to the nursery where he had found Lily’s, where he had scooped a bleeding and sobbing Harry from the wreckage of his crib. He sat in the kitchen, where he’d spent countless afternoons having Sunday lunch with his best friends. He lingered in the living room, where he’d played with Harry on hands and knees while James watched fondly from the sofa. 

He wandered the cottage like a ghost, haunted by the lives that had never unfolded here, by all the futures they could have had. 

After, he returned home, lit a fire in the fireplace, and sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. The dogs joined him--Bowie draped across his lap, Sasha and Zephyr curled up on either side. Demeter wandered out of Teddy’s room and leaped on the back of the sofa, purring as she rubbed her head against Sirius’s cheek. It was the only day of the year she ever paid him any attention. 

By the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned with Teddy, Sirius had had a good cry, finished his wine, and made a batch of hot cocoa for everyone. Teddy was only wearing half his costume, and Harry carried the other half while Ron carried his candy bucket.

“Daddy, look what I got!” Teddy exclaimed, running up to Sirius. Sirius hoisted him onto his hip and inspected the bucket.

“Very nice, Teddy,” he said. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I wanna go again.”

“Next year, bug.” Sirius kissed his cheek and set him down again. "Let's get you some hot cocoa, you're freezing."

The kids then settled on the floor in the living room in a circle, Teddy on Harry’s lap. 

“Okay, Teds, let’s see what you got.”

Teddy upended the bucket on the floor, and sweets scattered everywhere. The dogs all lifted their heads, eyeing the sweets curiously. Sirius flicked his wand, and the candy all gathered in a neat pile.

“Three pieces only tonight, Teddy,” Sirius said. 

“Five?”

“Three.” 

“Four?”

Sirius dragged a hand down his face, trying to suppress a laugh. “Teddy.” 

“We can choose three,” Harry said. “Come on, Teds, we’ll help you pick out your three favorites. Then we’ll put the rest away for other special occasions. You remember how sick you got last year? That wasn’t any fun, was it?”

“No,” Teddy said sullenly. He heaved a great sigh. “Fine.” 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent the next half hour sorting through Teddy’s candy with him, separating out the toys and trinkets that some houses had handed out instead, and discarding the candy Teddy wouldn’t eat. Sirius retreated to his study but left the door open, warmed by the joy emanating from the other room.

“Teddy, where did you get all this licorice?” Ron asked at one point, laughing. “You hate licorice. Here, we’ll throw them out--” 

“No, Ron! Those are for Daddy.” 

“Sirius does like licorice,” Hermione said, and Sirius could hear the shrug in her voice.

“Yeah, an’ Daddy’s sad. So he gets licorice.” 

There was a beat of silence, and then Harry said, “You think Daddy’s sad?”

“Yeah, Halloween makes ‘im sad,” Teddy said. He lowered his voice and added, “I think it’s ‘cause he’s scared of the costumes.” 

“Maybe you’re right, Teds. Why don’t you go give him his candy to make him feel better?”

“Okay!” Teddy scampered into the study, holding a handful of licorice. “Daddy, I have presents for you.” 

“Thank you, Teddy.” Sirius absolutely was not going to cry again. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Teddy’s head. “I feel better already. Why don’t you go eat your treats, and then have Harry help brush your teeth? It’s almost time for bed.” 

In the end, Ron helped Teddy with his bath, Harry brushed his teeth, and Hermione read him a bedtime story. Sirius almost felt guilty about letting the kids take over so much tonight, but Harry had given him a stern talking-to two years ago when Teddy first started trick or treating. For one night, he and his partners could handle Teddy while Sirius gave over to his grief. 

Teddy was half-asleep when Sirius went to say goodnight to him. Demeter was curled up at his side. She flicked her tail lazily when Sirius came into the room, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him. 

“Good night, Teddy,” he whispered, drawing the dinosaur-patterned blankets up to Teddy’s shoulders. “I hope you had a good Halloween.” 

“Daddy,” Teddy said sleepily, “will you come next year?”

Sirius stroked Teddy’s curls. “You want me to come with you?”

“Mmhmm.” Teddy snuggled into his pillow. “You can dress up.”

“Oh? And what would I dress up as?”

Teddy blinked open his eyes and gave him a perfectly innocent look. “Stubby Boardman?”

Sirius huffed. “Your big brother has been putting ideas into your head again, I see.” 

He leaned down and kissed Teddy’s cheek. “Sure, baby. I’ll go with you next year.”

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(Remus isn't in this because I didn't feel like writing him. He's probably dead, but you can imagine they're divorced and this is Sirius's week with Teddy if that makes you feel better. Also Harry is definitely dating both Ron and Hermione okay bye).

[neongreenllama]

sirius who goes into politics, not because it's fun, not because he wants to, but because it is necessary. because he sees something that needs fixing, because he sees injustice, because he can't stand to sit by, because he wants a better world for harry and teddy and all the other kids, because he knows what it's like not to be allowed to be himself and he wants everyone to be able to be themselves. because he knows he has the means. he has the intellect, the confidence, the rhetoric, the wit, the money, the power, the bite it takes to be heard and so he fights for those who are not heard. he listens, he sees, he is their voice and he is LOUD. he destroys everyone in debates, he never backs down when he knows he is right. and it's not easy, because he is a controversial figure. some people love him, many people hate him. he gets backlash and death threats and those are the only reason he ever thinks about stopping, not for himself but because sometimes he gets scared for harry and teddy's safety. sometimes he thinks it would be easier for them if he stepped down, but he also knows that he has to continue FOR them, for their future, and so he keeps going.

[padfootastic]

dear miss padfootastic: harry learning he's gonna be a dad and promptly losing his mind and going to the only person he can think of for dad advice: sirius.

gosh miss imp i have so many thoughts about this!!!!!! (i wrote almost all of this and realised that i did it post birth lol bc that’s the moment that made the most sense to me but we can easily doctor it to be pre birth as well!!)

- the first time harry holds james sirius in his hands, he has to dip out in three minutes flat to puke all over the nearest washroom. it’s sirius holding him, brushing his hair back, and soothing him on the dirty hospital floor. tells him that he did something super similar when he held harry for the first time too. it doesn’t hit harry then.

- when they’re all back at home, the first few days, it’s all a sort of frantic autopilot where he has no time to think. it’s only when things calm down a bit that he realised how his hands shake and his pulse races when he thinks about being a father. it’s not…debilitating bc it’s his duty, one he asked for, and harry’s never been one to back down from a duty. but it’s still—he doesn’t want to be a passable dad, he wants to be a good one.

- so he goes to the best one he knows: sirius.

- the thing here is, harry thinks he’s gonna be a terrible dad. he was abused and neglected in his most developmental stages of life, never really knew what unconditional love felt like let alone parental, and does not trust himself around a vulnerable defenceless child. knowledge of his anger and it’s consequences does not help.

- but also to consider: sirius had almost an exact similar experience. he was equally terrified to be a godfather for harry bc he never trusted himself w delicate things. so he knows, intimately, what’s it’s like to fear yourself.

- it doesn’t get better with one conversation. sirius knew this going in. what he does, instead, is help harry become confident by being there, always, without fail. makes him see that he’s got this down pat, and his child loves and trusts and adores him and there’s no greater privilege than that. he’s there every single time as a safety net, to tell harry that nothing will go wrong, yes, but also to prove he doesn’t need anyone else.

- it’s also a whole lot of ‘omg this is so difficult, you did this for me?????’ and just. realisations about ‘omg u changed my diaper??? i peED ON YOU??????’ that basically make it impossible for him to look sirius in the eye for a few days.

- another point to consider: harry sees sirius with jemmy from an outsider pov yeah? and he can finally see what others have all this time: how sirius looks at someone he loves wholeheartedly, how much he adores his children. and it’s humbling and awe-inspiring and a bit terrifying. imagining the full force of that love directed towards him, making him wonder what he did to deserve it

- there’s a loooooot of midnight/asscrack of morning firecalls/mirror calls etc for emergency assistance bc ‘are babies supposed to sleep like tho at! he’s been farting all night sirius iTS SO BAD! omg his poop is green padfoot is my baby toxic?????’ ykno. normal new dad stuff.

(and this is random but there’s also one,,,,forbidden conversation with sirius about it he’d ever hated him bc harry had some very unsavoury thoughts in the beginning when he had teddy that he hates himself for to this day and if he has to hear his godfather say he didn’t want him to get rid of them then he’ll do it. it’s a tough but necessary one)

[atlasdoe]

Lyall Lupin didn’t need an invitation to enter the flat. Unfortunately for Remus he had been given a key for emergencies and apparently this classed as one.

Remus was asleep when he walked in. During that time his dad made them both a cup of tea in what he knew was Remus’ favourite mug, tidied round the flat and lit a scented candle which he had brought from the shop on his way there. He put up the Christmas decorations and hid any and all signs that Sirius Black had ever lived in the flat to begin with. Every picture had been taken down and replaced with others, Sirius’ records had been moved out of the flat along with his clothes and other belongings, and he had even taken the sacrifice to unlock the shower drain of any of Sirius’ hair. The flat had never been cleaner, but Remus still refused to get up to see it.

“You have to get up eventually,” Lyall said after Remus had told him to go away for the fourth time. “Cariad, I know this hurts. But staying in bed isn’t going to make it any better.”

Remus sighed and shook his head. He didn’t want to be as rude to his father as he wanted to be to Dumbledore and McGonagall earlier. His dad had never failed him like they did. His dad had been close to perfect in raising his children, and now Remus was the only one left. It wasn’t just him that lost his family when The Howling Wolf burnt down but Lyall did also. Remus didn’t want to push his father away. He wanted to curl up into his arms and let himself go back to a time where he believed that his dad could protect him from anything.

Maybe if it hadn’t been for those months spent with the werewolves Remus would’ve done exactly that. But at that moment all he could think about when he looked at his dad was just how happier he could’ve been if he didn’t have a werewolf for a son. In a few weeks it would be his first full moon alone in years and the last thing he wanted was for his dad to feel some kind of responsibility over him.

Remus knew his dad very well. He knew that if he told Lyall that he wanted to move in with him that he would be welcomed with open arms. He knew that if he needed him, his dad would always be there.

But Remus was an adult now and he had just lost everyone and everything he ever had apart from his dad. Lyall Lupin was the only person left for Remus to protect, and in that moment the only way to protect his dad was for him to stay far far away.

So Remus stayed quiet. Lyall stayed for four hours. Once it started to get dark he made Remus a cold dinner that he could eat at any time, kissed his forehead and promised to be back the next day before leaving.

The moment Remus heard his father leave, he broke down into sobs.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

hypothetically let's say getting struck by the killing curse is similar to getting stuck by lightning

now with that we can say that hypothetically baby Harry Potter could lose part of his hearing from that so may I introduce deaf Harry Potter

from age one to six he can't hear at least 80% of what people are saying. He gets by. The Dursleys always yell at him and aggressively point at what he was supposed to do. After a while he generally understands what's going on by catching a few words from their yells and context clues. He got glasses but only because he kept missing the edges of doorways and earning bruises that raised teacher's eyebrows. They worried about them assuming they were abusing him (obviously not look he's wearing glasses 🤪) Harry taking speech therapy at school bc his parents don't like the way he talks

Seven year old Harry Potter getting kidnapped by an Azkaban escapee and a book keeper covered in scars. Sirius and Remus assuming Harry just didn't like them or trust them because well they did kidnap him. They thought for weeks that Harry was just giving them the cold shoulder. They only figured it out when Harry would stand real close to the speakers attached to the record player and bounce to the bass.

Seven (and a half) year old Harry Potter finally getting hearing aids with his two dads and flipping the fuck out when he hears them for the first time. Harry Potter running around and following Sirius and Remus throughout their daily habits to learn all the new sounds. Birds chirping in their front yard. Remus' laugh and Sirius' whispers of good morning.

Harry Potter pressing his ear against the side of the fridge to hear the hum coming from inside. Harry learning that the vacuum cleaner is a lot louder than he thought it was and ripping his hearing aids off the moment he sees Remus lugging it out from the closet. Harry learning school is way louder than he thought it was and having to take his hearing aids case with him to school in his pocket because he kept taking them off so much. Harry finding out that his parents cooking in the kitchen makes a lot of fascinating noises and accidently burning the palm of his hand on the oven because he wanted to hear the sizzling better. Harry almost giving Sirius a heart attack by the scream he let out from the burn. Harry realizing he makes noise too and what he thought was a silent way to make his chest buzz was actually humming.

Harry Potter and his two dads learning Sign together at a community class in the library. Harry finding more kids like him with hearing aids and some who don't talk at all and only sign. Harry finding all forms of families learning to sign and learning he's not so alone at all. Harry taking speech therapy until he's 12 so he can communicate with his hearing friends at the park too

Deaf Harry Potter wearing his hearing aids with pride as he prances into the great hall for the first time. McGonagall's stomach dropped, realizing she has a combination of James Potter and Sirius Black on her hands now and the next seven years of her career. Deaf Harry Potter teaching his friends curse words in sign and getting his parents called up to the school. Deaf Harry earned no punishment from his parents, both of them laughing their asses off. Ron learning Sign through private lessons with Harry after classes. Hermione scouring the library for books on sign language and learning through the pictures and Harry's corrections.

The Gryffindor quidditch team communicating with Sign in air. Harry over using the "I've heard enough." *takes off hearing aids* joke with the teachers he doesn't like he lands himself detention. Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus adjusting to Harry's flashing light alarm and making sure their curtains are tightly closed. Sirius and Remus used to flashing the light switch to get Harry's attention they start accidentally doing it in inappropriate places. Remus flashes the library lights to get his coworkers attention and causes a whole crowd of preschoolers visiting at reading hour to freak out.

In third year Harry trys contacts because he's tired of his hearing aids and glasses fighting for space on his ears. Harry at the end of third year realizing he hates contacts and goes back to glasses

Deaf Harry signing answers to his friends behind his back when the teacher isn't looking. Harry takes his hearing aids off at home bc he knows he doesn't need them but puts them back on as his dads start making dinner. He always finds comfort in the sounds of the kitchen and when dinner rolls around he keeps them on. He knows dinner is the most likely time he'll hear his parents' laughter.

I'll stop here but like I love him

[ginevrapng]

I saw that you were accepting requests and I was wondering if you could write something about best friends’ dads!marauders x reader or something like that?

If not, I completely understand! <3

i've never written bestfriends!dads before so i hope you enjoy it! i didn't know if you wanted me to include peter but the majority of marauders fics leave out peter and i think this concept works better without him. <3

there was a lot of great things about being harry potter's best friend, one of those things happens to be getting to spend time with his hot dad james, completely off limits dad. that doesn't stop you from thinking about how charming he is though.

you've seen photos of james when he were younger and harry is a spitting image of him. now with age he's changed in all the best ways, his hair less messy, neater with slightly having the appearance of being slicked back and with thicker frame glasses. a distinction between him and harry, both younger and older is his build, james being more built with broader shoulders and more muscular.

he's kind and considerate and always calls you 'sweetheart' making you flush and every time leaves you wide eyed. you've never heard him call anyone else sweetheart so it's always leaving you feeling bashful.

james tells you that you can come and visit and stay whenever you want and you're always welcome so whenever you spend time at harry's you also end up seeing his two godfathers who also spend a lot of time there. whenever that happens you are rather reluctant to leave the house, not just enjoying all the company that they deliver but also how attractive they are, just like james.

remus somehow always memorising you. like when he rolls his sleeves up so you can see his arms or how you swear you sometimes see in the corner of your eye glimpses of him looking at your lips while you're talking. his jumpers and cardigans always looking so comfortable and soft, you wonder what they'd look like on you. you think about his sandy hair that covers his eyes and his beautiful hazel eyes that crinkle when he smiles and how he always looks tired and how you'd happily let him rest and sleep on you. he never talks about his work but it must be pretty rough for him to constantly look so tired.

sirius is ruggedly handsome always leaning against walls instead of sitting down, even when a seat is available. leaving you watching longer than you should as you watch his pose and see him stretching causing his tshirt to rise, exposing a bit of his torso. he has his long jet black hair which now has streaks of grey that he constantly runs his hands through.

you're going back into the living room, where everyone is, after you went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water due to the heat and see sirius moving in a way that momentarily makes you freeze.

"you alright doll?" sirius smirks at you after spotting you. you nod but are unable to stop shifting side to side nervously after being caught, causing him to raise his eyebrow, looking amused as he chuckles at you.

this is the first time any of them has addressed your behaviour towards them but they have all noticed your longing looks and shy glances.

they've all been waiting for the moment to make a move and they're starting to lose their patience. you were none the wiser with their intentions, trying to get you alone, away from your friends and away from harry, asking you personal questions and give you special attention.

"you got a boyfriend or girlfriend doll? sirius asked you out of the blue one day, catching you completely off guard.

you splutter and try to answer while james starts speaking. "you're not dating my harry are you sweetheart?"

"what! of course i'm not! we're just friends." you say probably louder than you should, wanting to defend yourself.

you hear someone coming up behind you, "good." remus clasps your shoulders with his hands, slowly rubbing them and making patterns with his thumbs before he moves away and goes to help sirius with the washing up.

fiddling with your fingers you watch them all clear the table and sort out things that needed to be doing in the house with a small dreamy smile on your face.

[perfect-snaccccccc]

Regulus (whispering in his ear like a devil on his shoulder - is he there is he in sirius’ head? no one knows): now say it in French

Sirius: Who the fuck- McGonagall: Language! Sirius: Whom the fuck- McGonagall: No.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hi! Who do you think was the most special person for Sirius? I love your analysis

James. No question.

Okay, now more seriously: Hi, thank you so much!

But yeah, it was James and later Harry, but Harry was never James in Sirius' eyes. I think I talked about it a bit in various posts in the past but I low-key think one-sided Prongsfoot (as in Sirius was in love with James) is canon. There isn't like, much textual evidence, it's mostly a vibe thing, so I consider it a canon-based headcanon more than a proper theory, but I think there's something there if you want to read into it.

I kind of wanted to make a post about it for a while, so this ask is as good an excuse as any:

So, I want to start by saying James and Sirius are not normal about each other. Their friendship is kind of insane and it's mutual. There's a reason in PoA whenever someone talks about them they forget Remus and Peter and just talk about James and Sirius and how inseparable they are:

“You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta,” murmured Professor McGonagall. “Do you remember who his best friend was?” “Naturally,” said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here — ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!”

(PoA)

Their names are on the same breath for all their teachers & Rosmerta. So much so, that they had to place them in separate detentions. Not that it helped because these two found a way to not be separate for even a second:

This is a two-way mirror. I’ve got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you’ll appear in my mirror and I’ll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.

(OotP)

They literally couldn't spend an hour apart from each other when in school. I completely understand why you "never saw one without the other".

Every photo they took, they took so they were flush next to each other at the center of the Mauraders:

With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognized his father; his untidy black hair stuck up at the back like Harry’s, and he too wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James’s left was Lupin

(DH)

He was the best man in James and Lily's wedding, right there next to James the whole wedding:

He stopped on a picture of his parents’ wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad. And there ... that must be him. Their best man ... Harry had never given him a thought before.

(PoA)

Sirius was Harry's godfather and as I mentioned here, it appears Sirius lived with James and Lily when they were married before they went into hiding. JKR stated Sirius & Lily were living on James' inheritance — not Remus who couldn't get a job, not Peter who didn't get an inheritance from Uncle Alphard — Sirius.

When Sirius had enough of his family at 16, he went to James. It's always James for him. He probably felt he was able to leave his family because he knew he could go to James.

Sirius' plan with the Secret Keeper switch was that everyone would think he was the Secret Keeper so they'd torture and kill him and he wouldn't be able to tell them anything. His plan was to die for James, Lily, and Harry. Sirius didn't think he'd survive the first war if Voldemort really wanted to get to the Potters and it was worth it for him. Because James, Lily, and Harry would be safe, and he expects everyone else to do so too:

“You don’t understand!” whined Pettigrew. “He would have killed me, Sirius!” “THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”

(PoA)

Lily was well aware of how codependent James and Sirius were:

James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell—also Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.

(DH)

She knows that Sirius can talk James into things she can't. She knows how inseparable these two are and how important it is to Sirius to be on Harry's birthday, as she comforts him about it in her letter. I think Lily was more consciously aware of the insanity that was James and Sirius than either James or Sirius. I mean, it speaks volumes that Lily feels the need to write Sirius to talk sense into her husband becouse she knows it would work and that Sirius would do it. Because I'm sure the moment Sirius saw this letter he made the time to come over because it was for James. And Sirius would die for James in a heartbeat, without a second thought. Becouse, yes, it is how his loyalty works, but there aren't many people Sirius Black is loyal to to that degree. Even though he says he'd die for Peter, I don't think he'd do it as quickly and as readily as he would for James or Harry (after all, he makes fun of Peter in SWM in a way he'd never dare to when it comes to James).

When Sirius talks about James in the books, there is so much reverence. The same reverence Snape has for Lily and more. James is on a pedestal on which he can do no wrong in Sirius' mind — and it might've been that way when James was alive too, if perhaps to a lesser degree.

“He kept messing up his hair,” said Harry in a pained voice. Sirius and Lupin laughed. “I’d forgotten he used to do that,” said Sirius affectionately.

(OotP)

When talking to Harry about James' negative traits and behavior with in OotP, Sirius is incapable of seeing James in a negative light. While Lily disliked James' cruelty (I think she was fine with the arrogance somewhat, contrary to what she says), Sirius loved James' cruelty becouse it was James. (Sirius is probably also a crueler person than Lily, but that's a different matter). But Sirius isn't willing to see any faults in James' behavior or traits. James is a good person and his best friend and he knows, objectively, that James did bad things, but he would rather call it being an "idiot teenager" than what it was. Like, this fandom talks a lot about Snape putting Lily on a pedestal, but what about Sirius with James?

James could murder someone in cold blood in front of Sirius for no reason and Sirius would start making excuses for him on why he was actually right to do so. ("no auror, see, this was actually completely justified and the right thing to do!")

“Look, Harry,” said Sirius placatingly, “James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other, it was just one of those things, you can understand that, can’t you? I think James was everything Snape wanted to be — he was popular, he was good at Quidditch, good at pretty much everything.

(OotP)

(I love that while excusing the bullying he sings James' praises, I can just hear the 'good-looking' he isn't saying out loud)

And even when he confesses they were berks for what they did, he spreads the blame on all of them:

“I’m not proud of it,” said Sirius quickly. [...] “If we were sometimes arrogant little berks, you mean,” said Sirius. [...] “Well . . . I thought he was a bit of an idiot.” [Harry] “Of course he was a bit of an idiot!” said Sirius bracingly. “We were all idiots! Well — not Moony so much,” he said fairly, looking at Lupin, but Lupin shook his head.

(OotP)

Sirius doesn't blame James without blaming all of them. And, he continued to justify James as he said it. (I'll add Remus is doing just as much to defend James and excuse all of his behavior, so it's not just Sirius)

“She didn’t know too much about it, to tell you the truth,” said Sirius. “I mean, James didn’t take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her, did he?”

(OotP)

I wanted to note this above quote because it's interesting to me. Yes, it's Sirius not minding James' behavior again, but I find it interesting that James didn't reform completely and hides it from Lily, but not from Sirius — never from Sirius. Kind of goes with how in the letter Lily mentions how James is trying to act strong in front of her, but he probably wouldn't in front of Sirius. Their friendship was just the most important connection to both of them. James keeps secrets from Lily, the love of his life, but not from his best mate Sirius who lives with them.

(Also the "took Snape on dates with Lily" made me think James had Sirius hide nearby on at least one date with Lily to help him out and Lily, obviously, caught them. Either as Padfoot for moral support or sitting in the bushes with the two-way mirror as James holds his under the table at Madam Puddifoot's)

Sirius outright says himself James was the most important person to him:

Sirius frowned at Harry, who was still looking unconvinced. “Look,” he said, “your father was the best friend I ever had, and he was a good person. A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it.”

(OotP)

I also think Sirius had zero experience pre-Azkaban, contrary to some fanon. I mean:

With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn��t seem to have noticed. 

(OotP)

Harry instantly notes how hot Sirius is and how he is getting girls' attention, and yet, Sirius only has eyes for James. He doesn't notice the girl (or any other) because he's looking at James. This is practically text at this point (mostly joking, but also, not really).

And Sirius' fixation on James started from day one, from the moment these two met:

“Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him, and with a jolt, Harry realized that it was Sirius. Sirius did not smile. “My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said. “Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!” Sirius grinned. “Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?”

(DH)

Sirius and James just met, the train barely even moved out of the station, and Sirius was upset at the possibility James wouldn't like him now because of his family history in Slytherin. It's the opposite reaction Harry had to Draco about the "wrong sort of wizard" where Harry would rather be disliked by an arrogant berk, Sirius wanted James to like him. Sirius wants James to like him so much that when James says he thought Sirius was "all right", Sirius jumps at the opportunity to prove why James should like him because he won't be a Slytherin like the rest of his family.

I low-key think this conversation affected Sirius' sorting. I think that, loath as he is to admit it, Sirius has some Slytherin characteristics, he has the cunning, the arrogance, and try as he might, he is still, so clearly, a rich pureblood from the House of Black. And he acts it. I think he was a borderline sorting and the hat took his preference. I can see young Sirius going "not Slytheirn" the same way Harry did (I like the mirroring). I think he considered that before, I think Sirius' started drifting from his family before, but I think James' words really cemented it to him.

and, just look how Sirius is with Harry. Listen, I'm the first person to jump to Sirius' defense when anyone claims he sees Harry as a James replacement — he doesn't. But Sirius' devotion to Harry (which is insane, I mean, he lived in a cave and ate rats for months, he returned to his family home which he both loathes and misses becouse it'll help the Order keep Harry safe) is an extension of his devotion to James. Sirius would do anything for Harry becouse he'll do anything for James. He sees Harry as his own person, I don't think he treats him the way he treated James at all, but his love for Harry and loyalty to him is tied to his love for James. James is the initial connecting tissue.

This post was a bit more of a rambly one than a proper essay, but I think the point comes across.

[deswhomst]

Dead Gay Dad (& Others) From The 70s

Prompt by @moonyscribe — Marauders microfic — POV Harry Potter — Minor Wolfstar. Implied/Referenced Jegulus, Marylily, Gilderat. Word Count: 1319

Harry Potter had seen countless strange things in his nineteen years of life. From being thrown into a world of magic to becoming their savior, it had felt like nothing could truly surprise him anymore. He was wrong, of course, and he realised that as he held a portrait of four ghosts that stared back at him as if they were still alive.

“Well?” His father prompted from within the wooden frame. “Who are you?”

Harry was genuinely speechless. He had seen his father in Snape’s memories but this was different. James could see him—acknowledge him. He couldn’t be more than sixteen but Harry had never known any version of him. He will take what he gets.

“Prongs,” Remus Lupin tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. “He looks like you.”

“Right!” Sirius Black agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s like James with green eyes. And a bit older.”

Peter Pettigrew chimed in with, “Maybe it’s James from the future.”

Sirius snorted. “I wasn’t aware that a person’s eye color changes with age.”

The four of them were gathered around in a secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, it seemed, and there was no one else in the frame. They were all dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms as well. At first, when Harry had wedged the portrait from under Sirius’ old desk while cleaning up Grimmauld Place, he had assumed it was a joke of sorts—something Sirius had left behind to annoy his parents, maybe, but the more he looked at the portrait, the more alive it got.

“I’m—my name is Harry,” he forced himself to say. “How are you … I didn’t know portraits could be made like this?”

James grinned, evidently proud of himself. “We didn’t think it would work!” he told him. “We basically trapped our fifteen year old selves in a portrait—it wouldn’t matter if we were alive or dead. This portrait will always have us at this age.”

“We wanted to give it to someone worthy of it,” Sirius added. “But my mother dearest saw it and confiscated it …”

“You are from the future, though, aren’t you?” Peter questioned.

Harry had to bite down on his tongue hard as he nodded. This man was the reason his parents had died, but Harry could not tell them this. If this is a version of them trapped here in time, a happy version of them, then he had no intentions of ruining it. Not because of a crime not yet committed where they are.

“I’m …” Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

James perked up at that. “Are you related to me, then? I’m James Potter,” he said so casually. “Are you my son?”

Harry has been through his fair share of problems but nothing could quite compare to the amount of pain he was in at this moment.

Yes. I’m your son. Hi, Dad.

“No,” he said. “I’m a bit farther from the future … I have a great great grandfather named James Potter.”

The lie was necessary, Harry thought, to ensure that the four of them didn’t find out what happened to them.

“Wait,” Sirius squinted suspiciously. “Do you know about Voldemort? And the war?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah we read a bit about it … Voldemort died, and the war ended ages ago. Everything’s good here in the future.”

It’s not as if Harry didn’t miss Sirius and Remus, too, but he was too distracted by James to notice anyone else’s presence that well.

“That’s amazing!” Peter grinned. “We have been expecting the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s years into the future,” Remus reasoned. “Who knows what happened in between.”

“He must know,” Sirius gestured towards Harry.

“Wait, who did I marry?” James asked. “Was it Regulus?”

What?

Sirius groaned. “James, you’re not marrying my stupid brother.”

“But, Padfoot—!”

“No!”

“You’re just jealous that he loves me more,” James poked out his tongue at him.

“Low bar,” snorted Remus.

Harry kept blinking at the portrait. Regulus? Regulus Black? Why would James want …. what …

“Regulus,” Harry repeated. “What about Lily?”

“Lily?” James furrowed his brows. “How do you know about her?”

“Er— the … the frame!” Harry said. “It has—well, there’s Lily written on it … so I thought she’s your girlfriend or something …”

Sirius burst out laughing. “Prongs, mate, you’re pathetic.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter said, amused. “You’re always wrapped around Moony.”

“It’s Moony,” Sirius winked at Remus, who rolled his eyes affectionately. “And the difference is that he actually likes me back.”

What? What? What the fuck?

“Oh, sod off,” James muttered. “I used to have a crush on Lily but I’m with Regulus now,” he explained to Harry. “Lily is with Mary, too. I love them, we’re all friends so it’s not weird or anything.”

“Regulus isn’t our friend,” Sirius corrected.

“He’s my friend,” said Peter.

“And mine,” added Remus.

Sirius sent them all a nasty glare.

James ruffled his hair. “I’m so confused… I don’t even remember putting Lily’s name on the portrait.”

“Let it go,” Remus said. “You doodled it anywhere you could.”

“I suppose …”

“It’s right here,” Harry said confidently this time. “I’m literally looking at it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “So, you two”— he pointed to Remus and Sirius —“are together?”

“Do you mind?” Remus asked pointedly. “You sound a bit homophobic to me.”

“Doesn’t he?” Peter agreed.

“What?” Harry blinked. “No—no! I’m not … I’m just wondering… I thought you guys are friends.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Do friends do this?”

To Harry’s utter horror, Sirius grabbed Remus’ tie and pulled him into an insanely inappropriate kiss. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus.

“Okay, I think he gets it,” James called out to them. “Stop traumatizing Harry.”

“Why, does two men kissing traumatize you?” Peter asked.

Harry had no response to that. He has been staring at Remus and Sirius, jaw dropped, unable to look away even when the two of them had finally broken apart. He had never, once, considered the possibility of the two of them being more than just friends. Or of his father with Regulus Black. Or his mother with someone called Mary.

“Yes, Harry,” Sirius said. “Are the four us being gay traumatizing to you?”

“N-no!” he instantly defended himself because this was obviously not about that. Harry was more upset at how much of their lives will always remain a mystery to him. “Wait—four of you?” He looked at Peter. “You, too?”

James grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “He’s with this bloke called Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Giledory??? Lockhart??? And Peter???

“Neat,” said Harry, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say to all these insane revelations?

“It is neat,” James nodded. “So is Regulus.”

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius hit his shoulder.

“I’m with someone, too,” Harry said directly to James, because he wanted him to know. “Her name is Ginny.”

“Yeah?” James seemed interested. “That’s a sweet name, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Yes. I think you both would get along!” he said. “She plays Quidditch, and I know you used to as well. She’s a professional.”

“Really?” James matched his smile. “That’s so cool! What position does she play?”

“She’s a Chaser.”

“Like me!”

“Like you,” Harry confirmed. “I play too! I’m a Seeker.”

James laughed fondly. “So you’re like me and Regulus, but opposite.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “And she’s my best friend’s little sister.”

Remus and Peter snickered.

Sirius passed James and Harry a very unimpressed look. “You Potters have it in your genes to go after your best friend’s little siblings, do you?”

James pursed his lips in amusement. “We do, don’t we, Harry?”

“My best friend wasn’t dramatic at all about it,” Harry added just to tease Sirius a bit. “He gave me his blessings and everything.”

“You see!” James jumped at the opportunity. “Why won’t you give me your blessings too, Padfoot?”

Sirius scowled.

Harry and James both grinned.

[impishtubist]

Baby Harry getting all dressed up in his best clothes for Take Your Child to Work Day, waiting patiently by the Floo for Sirius to be ready and being so excited for their day together.

Years later, Harry gets up for work one day and finds Sirius waiting patiently by the Floo in his best clothes. What? It's only fair that he gets to go to Take Your Dad to Work Day!

("that's not a thing, sirius" - "it is now, harry. chop chop.")

[omgrachwrites]

My Oh My (Mattheo Riddle)

Mattheo Riddle x Potter!Reader

Request: Do you do song based requests? I was hoping for a Matthew Riddle x potter!Reader based on the song My oh my and/or Shameless from Camila Cabello. You are so good at writing that tension in between characters that shouldn't be together but want to break that forbidden love trope lol - anon

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, wolfstar being adorable

A/N: I hope this is okay anon! Hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all! xxx

You crept along the silent corridors, hoping to Merlin that you wouldn’t get caught by a ghost, or Mrs Norris for that matter. You would have stolen the Invisibility Cloak if Harry wouldn’t miss its absence, you did always have to remind him that your dad had told you to share it but he wouldn’t listen.

It was well past midnight so it wasn’t likely that anybody was going to be in the Common Room. You grinned as you recalled your earlier activities and your knees almost weakened.

They say he likes a good time (My, oh my) He comes alive at midnight (Every night)

You whispered the password, apologising to The Fat Lady for waking her up and you crept through the portrait hole.

“Where have you been?” a quiet voice came from beside the fireplace making you jump.

“Fuck, Harry!” you swore at your older brother and sighed as he waited for you to answer his question, “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk,” the lie rolled of your tongue so easily that it surprised you.

Harry nodded, your answer seemed to satisfy him, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose, “Hermione woke up and you weren’t there so she panicked. Then, I panicked,” he chuckled, “I was just about to come and look for you.”

Guilt twisted in your stomach as you smiled weakly at Harry, “you don’t have to worry about me Harry, I promise. I’m gonna go up to bed, night Harry.”

“Night, Y/N,” he smiled as you went up to bed. You went to bed feeling like the worst person in the world.

The morning dawned bright and early, and you were walking a little bit behind your friends as you all walked down to the carriages. You were still feeling guilty about the night before so you were keeping your distance. You felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist and you were pulled into the nearest broom cupboard.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, rolling your eyes when you came face to face with the cocky Slytherin. The same Slytherin that you had shared the previous night with.

My mama doesn't trust him (My, oh my) He's only here for one thing But (so am I) Yeah

A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits

“Hello, darling,” he grinned, his hands coming up to grip your waist, “I wanted to see you before we all go home for the summer.”

“Well, you’ve seen me, Mattheo,” you laughed as he rolled his eyes, “people will get suspicious if we’re in here for much longer.”

“You will write to me this summer, won’t you?”

You cupped his cheek, trailing your fingers across the scar that he’d received from duelling, “I’ll try,” you promised.

He nodded at your answer before leaning in to kiss you, you kissed him back gently, your fingers digging through his curls. As he pulled away he bit his lip and looked away from your face, “I like you, y’know.”

You laughed at the flush that spread across his cheeks, “I like you too.”

Your friends weren’t that far ahead so it didn’t take long for you to catch up with them, “are you alright, Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, all good,” you nodded, slightly out of breath, laughing when he slung an arm over your shoulders.

It was a couple of weeks into summer when you walked into the kitchen and heard Harry whining to your mum, “why do me and Y/N have to come though?”

“Oh no, where are we going?”

Your mum looked at you with a sigh as if talking to Harry exhausted her, you knew the feeling, “we’re going to The Three Broomsticks for dinner tonight.”

“What, why?”

“Because,” Lily rolled her eyes, “Sirius wants us to meet his new partner.”

“What’s the point in that when they’re just gonna break up in a couple of months?” since your mum and dad had been in school Sirius held a torch for Remus, but he’d never said anything. Sirius’ relationships barely lasted 6 months.

“That’s exactly what I said,” your dad laughed as he walked into the kitchen.

Lily sighed but you could tell that she was trying not to laugh, “don’t encourage them, James.”

When you and your family arrived at The Three Broomsticks you noticed Sirius and Remus sitting at the table. There was no one else there and they looked pretty nervous, “do you think…?” you trailed off, looking at Harry.

Harry shook his head, “nah, they definitely would have told us by now,” you nodded but you knew first hand that that wasn’t always the case.

As you walked over to the table, Sirius smiled up at you all in greeting and you sat down, “so, everyone knows Remus, obviously,” he laughed and Remus offered everyone a little wave like you hadn’t known him for all your life.

“Does this mean that you guys are together?” Harry asked what everyone else was thinking and when Sirius nodded, your heart leapt for joy. Two people who you loved more than anything had finally found each other, you couldn’t think of anything better.

Your mum and dad whooped, “yes! Wolfstar is real!”

Remus laughed, looking relieved that everyone was taking this so well, “what the hell is Wolfstar?”

Lily flushed as she looked at James, “it was our ship name for you in school, we’re so glad that you guys are together!”

Sirius grinned, “thanks guys!”

“First round is on me,” James grinned, “come on, Y/N, you can help me.”

“Oh, dad!” you whined as you followed him to the bar.

You didn’t notice the bartender until he came to take your order, “what can I get for you?”

You froze when you realised it was Mattheo behind the bar, he stared at you in turn, his blue eyes widening. Your dad put the order in and when he wasn’t paying attention, you leaned over the bar to speak to Mattheo.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

He shrugged as he poured the pints, “thought I’d keep myself busy,” he hissed, “since the only person I want to speak to won’t reply to my letters.”

You bit your lip, you really did feel bad about that one, it had been a jam packed summer already, you hardly had any time to write secret little love letters, “Theo…” you trailed off as your dad paid for the drinks and Mattheo shook his head at you.

As Remus explained how Sirius finally had the guts to tell him how he felt, you couldn’t help but watch the handsome boy behind the bar as he walked from customer to customer with cat like grace. He grinned at a little old woman and spent a lot of time speaking with her, you wished you could hear what he was saying. You liked him like this, it always seemed as though he had to put up a front in school, you wished he could be himself but you supposed you couldn’t blame him, considering who his father was.

Unfortunately, you weren’t as subtle as you thought because your mum saw you looking at him, “who’s that behind the bar?”

“A boy from school,” you muttered, taking a sip of your Butterbeer.

“He’s Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort’s son,” Harry blurted out.

“Harry!” you hissed.

Lily scowled as she eyed him curiously over her wine glass, “he looks like trouble, I hope you’re staying away from him, Y/N.”

“Of course mum.”

When you spotted Mattheo going outside, you made excuses about how you wanted to get some fresh air as you followed him out. You found him leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette, “those things will kill you, y’know,” you giggled.

“Among other things,” he blew out some smoke, not looking at you.

“Theo,” you sighed walking towards him, “I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing to you.”

Mattheo sighed as he looked at you, touching your cheek, “I understand, you have to protect yourself.”

“I’m not trying to protect myself, I’m trying to protect you! Do you what my parents would do to you if they found out about us? Not to mention my brother.”

Mattheo smirked at you, his blue eyes surprisingly bright in the dark of the night, “trying to protect me huh?” he grinned when you nodded, “I lied by the way, when I told you that I liked you. I meant to say that I really like you,” he flushed and you marvelled at how something like this could embarrass him, after all you would together in The Room of Requirement.

“I really like you too.”

Mattheo flicked away his cigarette as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in to kiss you. You sighed against his lips, tasting the mint of his gum and the smoke from his cigarette, it was an intoxicating taste.

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

He pulled away from you slightly, resting his forehead against yours, “a forbidden, secret romance is actually pretty sexy, Y/N,” he smirked.

“You’re such a prick,” you laughed as you pulled him in for another kiss.

[timdrakemybeloved]

So true but also Sirius calling him other pet names like baby and babe and sweetheart <333

idc what anyone says, u can pry sirius calling harry prongslet and pup out of my cold, dead hands.

[ohcroculus]

❝ squeeze my heart ❞ ― soon.

summary; ideas i have for the marauders!era characters + taglist.

notes; no, i don't write poly!marauders. if you wanna be tagged, be sure to adress with the title (messy ; footprints ; scars and/or rage) and the number (one, two and/or three).

messy ― james f. potter.

¹ 'sleepy': a sunday morning with james potter and harry, your kid. james potter lives ; no war ; happy ending ; fluff ; drabble ; established relationship.

² 'DtMF': you should have took more pictures of him. or maybe of the two of you. major character death ; both die ; angst ; drabble.

³ 'starman': it's his birthday! modern!au ; non-magical!au ; established relationship; fluff ; one-shot.

footprints ― sirius o. black.

¹ 'BAILE INoLVIDABLE': sirius promised you a dance thirteen years ago. post-azkaban! sirius ; hurt/comfort ; one-shot.

² 'pretty eyes': he loves to tease you across the room. marauders!era sirius; drabble ; established relationship ; he's an idiot.

³ 'dancing queen': it's his birthday! modern!au ; non-magical!au ; he lives with james ; good relationship with regulus ; fluff ; established relationship ; one-shot.

scars ― remus j. lupin.

¹ 'thank you': it's his birthday! modern!au ; non-magical!au ; remus is happy ; established relationship ; fluff ; one-shot ; hope is alive.

² 'let's get married': after a long trip, you know that you want to be with him till the moon and back. everyone lives!au ; remus is happy ; post-hogwarts!remus ; fluff ; one-shot.

³ 'parenting': your daughter loves her wolf stuffed toy. everyone lives!au ; post-hogwarts!remus ; fluff ; drabble ; remus is a girl's dad.

rage ― barty crouch jr.

¹ 'praise': bartemius always look for the praise of his amazing partner. marauders!era barty ; ravenclaw!barty ; his dad is not affectionate with him ; hurt/comfort ; one-shot.

² 'violent': after a fight, he needs to calm down. modern!au ; non-magical! au ; comfort ; fluff ; barty is not a player ; drabble.

³ 'vocation': maybe he should be a teacher. marauders!era barty ; ravenclaw!barty ; his ass is actually teaching ; non-death eater!barty ; drabble ; domestic fluff.

stars ― regulus a. black.

¹ 'the one': as you two are in his room, he knows that you are the only one till the end. modern!au regulus; drabble ; he's happy.

a/n; english is not my first language.