#euphemia/fleamont

[enbysiriusblack]

"Nothing I do seems to work!" James threw himself onto the sofa with a loud sigh before turning to his two amused parents perched into one armchair together, "How did you two get together?"

"Oh", Fleamont flushed slightly, "I'm not sure that would be the best-"

"Please!" James whined, "I'm in love."

Fleamont sighed slightly, and Euphemia laughed behind her teacup.

"We were in our sixth year of school", Fleamont began.

~

"Monty, I will ram your head so far up your arse!" Minerva shouted, stepping off the quidditch pitch, wiping the sweat of her forehead as she chased after Fleamont.

"I'm sorry, alright?" He shrugged, "It was an accident!"

"An accident that cost us the game!" Minerva yelled again.

Rolanda hurried after the two, "Hey, not his fault, we're just better than you lions."

"Oi, piss off, Ro, we would've won if Flea wasn't so stupid."

"Can you not call me that?" The boy flushed slightly.

"Don't be such a baby", Minerva huffed.

"Fighting again, are we?" Poppy folded her arms, discreetly taking Minerva's hand in her own, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was around.

"They always are", Euphemia laughed beside Poppy, the two having just made their way down from the stands.

"Hi, Mia", Fleamont awkwardly waved.

"Monty", Euphemia smiled in acknowledgement before turning away from him to chat to Rolanda, earning an amused laugh from Minerva.

"None of you are injured are you?" Poppy frowned slightly, glancing at the three quidditch players, "Quidditch is such a violent sport, I'll never understand the appeal."

Minerva's lip curled upwards as she glanced slightly down to Poppy, "You saying I don't look good out there?"

Poppy laughed, "Oh, you look good out there, but you also look like you could break a bone any second."

Euphemia grinned, wrapping her arms around her two friends, "You two are so sweet", she sighed, "God, I want a boyfriend."

"You do?" Fleamont's eyes lit up.

Euphemia smiled at him again, "Were you not aware of my romantic endeavours, Mr. Potter?"

"You have romantic endeavours?" Fleamont questioned.

Euphemia snorted, "In my dreams."

"Who do you dream about?" Rolanda asked, ignoring her quidditch team trying to call her over to celebrate in the distance.

Euphemia shrugged, glancing only quickly at Fleamont before turning towards the lake, "I feel like a swim."

"Sudden conversation change", Poppy commented.

Minerva and Euphemia locked eyes on each other, speaking without words.

"Oh no", Poppy sighed.

The two girls grabbed each other's hands and ran straight into the lake.

"Why?" Fleamont groaned.

Rolanda shrugged and ran after them, jumping into the water with them.

"Come on!" Minerva shouted to Fleamont and Poppy.

The two merely walked over waringly.

"This such a stupid and dangerous idea", Poppy tutted, peering down at Minerva, who wore a large grin on her face.

"Hey, Monty", Euphemia called out from the water, waving him over, "Come in!"

Fleamont instantly jumped in, leaving Poppy who had sat down on the edge of the lake, leaning in to have a quiet conversation with Minerva, who had her head rested against Poppy's legs.

The boy swam over to Euphemia.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"What are we doing here?" Fleamont glanced around.

Euphemia smiled innocently, then grabbed Fleamont by the shoulders and pulled them both under the water.

Whilst under, Euphemia quickly kissed him on the lips before the two came back up.

Fleamont's hand shot up to his lips, staring at Euphemia in shock.

"You know, I was planning on doing that at the gryffindor party if we won the game, and then I thought we could go off somewhere alone. Have a quiet talk in the night air, maybe plan our first date."

Fleamont's eyes widened and he quickly swam back to shore without a word.

"What are you doing?" Euphemia shouted after him.

"I'm going to find Coach", He spoke as he squeezed the water out of his quidditch uniform, "Ask for a rematch."

"What we can do that?" Minerva's eyes shot up to him.

"I don't know!" He groaned, eyes flopping by his side, "But I have to try!"

"Fleamont!" Euphemia, laughed, quickly swimming after him, "You don't have to win for that to happen!"

He quickly turned to her as she made her way over, "What?"

"I'd gladly go on a date with you no matter how many matches you lose for us."

"Really?" Minerva frowned, earning a glare from her best friend.

"Really?" Fleamont asked.

Euphemia laughed, holding out her hand for Fleamont to grab.

He quickly stepped forwards and took it.

"Really", she nodded, before pulling him into the water with her.

~

James blinked, "You're telling me I have to lose a quidditch match for Lily to go out with me... I don't know if I can do that."

[ezkel]

tiny baby James Potter trying to help his mother bake his fathers birthday cake and accidentally setting the kitchen on fire somehow

Grown up James Potter-Black coming home from work on his birthday to find his husband trying to put out the fire that baby Harry accidentally set while the two of them baked James' birthday cake.

like father, like son

[moonyswarmsweaters]

James: Hey baby, I think my mum mixed up our owl packages . Look.

James: *holds up note*

Note #1: "I love you so much <3”

Regulus: Oh, that explains this.

Regulus: *holds up second note*

Note #2: "Please be good. For the love of Merlin, don’t get into trouble"

[constancezin]

3 generations of Potter on their wedding day!

Fleamont and Euphemia

James and Lily

Harry and Ginny

[my-castles-crumbling]

mastermind - june 24 - background jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 389

“Alright, boys. Who did it?” Euphemia Potter asked, crossing her arms and looking fiercely at Sirius, James, and Remus, who all stood in front of her with their heads hung. If she hadn’t been so annoyed, it would have been hilarious to look at–three boys, all dramatically taller than her, looking completely contrite and a little bit scared as they listened to her yell.

“It…it was a group effort, Mum,” James piped up desperately, always the first one to break. 

“Yeah, we all kind of…played a part…” Sirius agreed, Remus nodding along with him, though both of them looked just as confused and nervous as James did.

“I see,” Effie said, tone short even as she still forced herself not to laugh. “So there was no clear mastermind, here? Nobody wants to fess up?”

All three boys were silent, eyes glued to the floor.

“And what about the fact that you needed a potion to make this happen, then?” she pressed, gesturing to her bubblegum-pink hair, which now reached all the way down to the floor. “I know all of you boys are smart, but last I checked, none of you are top in your class in potions. Who sent out for it? Are you sure you didn’t do it, James?”

James shook his head, but said nothing. “No, I—” but he cut himself off, looking between his friends, eyes narrowed, like he was trying to figure out who had sent out for the potion.

It was at this point Effie realized they were all covering for each other. And there was a chance none of them had done it. 

“Then who…” she began to mutter, flummoxed. But she stopped short at the sound of a laugh.

The chuckle at this didn’t seem to come from any of the boys in front of her. It took her a moment to place the source, but as soon as she did, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Regulus?” she gasped. “Monty?” 

The two boys were standing in the doorway in silent hysterics, wiping tears of mirth from their eyes. “Sorry, darling, it was just too funny!” Monty laughed, moving to press a kiss to his wife’s head.

But as shocked as Effie was, James looked thrilled. “Reg, you did this?” he asked, eyes dancing with glee. “Baby, I’m so proud!”

[del-stars]

fleamont the type of dad that when james is sweating and shaking trying to say he likes boys his response is “oh i had several gay relationships at hogwarts”

[ccccatttta]

young euphemia and fleamont potter, i take no criticism on this

LOOK AT THEM GOD

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

effie and monty would tell everyone james brought home to call them by their first names. sirius does so almost enthusiastically because he was never allowed to refer to adults like that before. regulus short circuits and physically cannot do call them that because he was never allowed to refer to adults like that.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Like my father {Blurb}

Sirius Black x Porter!Reader

Summary: Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

AN: I needed a break from all the angst I'm writing.

Wc: 1494

Cw: use of Y/N, oblivious reader, idiots in love, not proof read

Part two

“Lily, I implore you to raise your standards.” You snarked as you entered the kitchen, giving your mother a kiss on the cheek and she playfully pinched your side.

“{Y/N} Euphemia Potter!” She scolded and you giggled, hurrying over to your father and kissing on the head.

“Good morning, princess.” He hummed and you smiled.

“Morning daddy!”

“Oi! Pops, she just insulted me!” James shouted across the table and Fleamont huffed, looking up at you. “Be nice to your brother, princess.”

“Daddy you know I can't.” You insisted as you walked across the table to give Lily a hug. Pressing your cheek to hers as she giggled.

“You're way too pretty for my wack of a brother.” You continued and your mother looked at her father fondly, taking his hand in her own, which he quickly squeezed in return.

“You're one to talk, you haven't dated anyone… ever. Not that anyone would date-” James smirked and Lily rolled her eyes, laying her head on his chest and pinching his side as he tried to continue.

“Ouch!”

“Thank you Lily.” You giggled and sat down at your seat, muttering a thank you to Sirius as he handed you your morning tea. Giving a low hum at the smell of the sugars and fragrant tea leaves he shifted for it. “Besides, I have standards that prevent me from stooping too low.”

“Standards?” James scoffed and you hummed as you took a sip of your tea, muttering another thanks to Sirius who began to serve you breakfast- a routine you two picked up at Hogwarts that was getting hard to break. “You have standards? You used to crush on boys left and right!”

“Yes but the second they didn't meet my standards they were gone.” You insisted with a hum and James shook his head with a scoff.

“What standards could you possibly be talking about?”

“Well…” You muttered and began to tap on your mug in thought. Slowly smiling to yourself. “I want a man who loves me like daddy loves mum.”

You could feel the room quiet as your words hung in the air. Your father glanced up from his breakfast, a soft smile spreading across his face, while your mother’s eyes sparkled with pride.

“Now that is a standard I can get behind,” Fleamont said, his voice warm and filled with affection. “A man who cherishes you and treats you with respect is worth waiting for.”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I want someone who understands the value of love and partnership, not just a fleeting crush. Someone who will stand by me through thick and thin, just like you two do.”

James rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning back and throwing his arm around Lily. “So, like us?”

You gave a long sigh before you slowly smiled. “Unfortunately, yes. You were gifted with dad’s love language, it's your only redeeming quality, I fear.”

Lily snickered and James gave an offended gasp.

“I want…” You trailed off as you put your hand to your cheek and crossed your leg over the other. “I want to come home to flowers. And tea made the way he knows I like. I want him to think about coming home to me at the end of the day.”

You didn't even seem to look when Sirius poured more tea into your cup, stirring in some sugar as you talked. Even though everyone else at the table noticed.

“I want a man who gets along with my parents too! And daddy has high enough standards as it is!”

You glanced over at your father, who was smiling proudly at you, his eyes twinkling with affection as he glanced at your mother who seemed to just be eating it up. “I do have high standards.” He mumbled with a playful grin, leaning in to kiss your mothers temple. “But I’m confident that any young man would be lucky to have you.”

“See?” You said, pointing at him with a mock-serious expression. “Even Dad agrees! So, boys, do take note: you’ve got to bring your A-game if you want to win my heart.”

James snorted, not noticing as Lily and Sirius seemed to make eye contact over the table. “What if they show up with flowers but no charm? Or worse, what if they have charm but no flowers? Sounds like a dilemma.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “That’s why I’m not settling for just flowers or just charm, James. It’s about the whole package. I want someone who knows me better than anyone. Someone who knows my favorite flower,” You held up your finger and Sirius smirked from beside you.

“Sunflowers.”

“My favorite movie,”

“Grease.”

“My favorite book,”

“Little Woman.”

“And even my favorite meal!”

“Anything your mom cooks.”

“Exactly!” You turned to face Sirius with a bright smile. “See? It's not so hard, even my brothers best friend can figure it out.”

You smiled to yourself and took another sip of tea, not noticing your parents sharing a look and your brother giving you the most shocked expression.

Sirius just chuckled and picked a grape off his plate. “It's easy when you never shut it, Potter.” He then proceeded to flick it at you, quickly, you caught it and rolled it between your fingers.

“Oh! And playful too! I don't want to be dreadfully bored around the bloke.”

“Playful? So you want someone who can keep up with your incessant snark?” James interjected, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. “Good luck finding that! You’ll be searching for ages.”

You shot him a playful glare. “I’ll have you know that my wit is one of my greatest assets, thank you very much. I need someone who can challenge me, not someone who’s going to sit there and nod while I talk.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Lily chimed in, her voice light and teasing. “After all, who would want to date someone as dull as a rock?”

“Exactly!” You grinned. “I want someone who can banter with me, someone who can make me laugh until I cry; I want to marry my best friend.”

“Do you have other friends?” Sirius sassed and you gave him an offended but playful gasp.

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed, hand over your heart in mock horror. “I have plenty of friends, thank you very much! Just because you’re one of them doesn’t mean you can throw shade like that.”

“Friends who actually like you, though?” Sirius teased, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “That’s the real question.”

James burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Honestly, {Y/N}, you might need to reconsider your definition of ‘friends’ if he’s the best you’ve got.”

“Hey now, I’ll have you know that Sirius is a very valuable friend.” You shot back, your eyes narrowing playfully. “And let's not forget, I was Lily’s favorite Potter first.”

“You still are!” Lily cooed as she reached across the table, James quickly lifting his hands to keep you two apart.

“Hey! Hands off my wife!” He playfully scolded and you laughed, before giving a dramatic sigh.

“I want a man… who’s patient and sweet. Who knows what he wants and will take his time for it.” You nodded as if to agree with yourself. “I want someone who doesn't see me as some fleeting crush. He sees me as someone to work for, who puts in the time and energy.”

James smirked, leaning forward with a teasing grin. “Good luck with that! You’re going to have to beat them off with a stick.”

“I’m serious, James!” You shot back, a hint of frustration lacing your voice. “I want someone who values me, not just for my looks or what I can do, but for who I am. Someone who appreciates my quirks and my drive. Someone who knows all my little weird things.”

“Wow, when did you become so profound?” Sirius said, feigning shock as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Potter.”

“Oh, shut it, Black. I’m just stating facts.” You replied, your tone playful yet earnest. “I deserve someone who sees my worth and is willing to fight for it, just like my dad did for my mum.”

Your father smiled at that, clearly pleased with your sentiment. “That’s right, my dear. Love is about commitment and effort.” He stood up and walked around the table to kiss your temple. “You should never settle for less than you deserve.”

“Exactly!” You nodded, feeling empowered. “I want a man who knows that love isn’t a race.”

“Mhm.” You father agreed before he patted Sirius’s back as he passed. “Good luck, son.”

Sirius felt his face flush and he slowly smirked to himself, biting his cheek.

You looked at him and furrowed your brow, before you mother came over and kissed your cheek and dismissed herself as well.

“What was that for?” You huffed and Sirius shrugged.

“Who knows?”

[curiouslymyown]

Remus introduced Sirius to photo booths who then introduced them to James who introduced them to Regulus and now Fleamont and Euphemias fridge is covered in photos of them all

[siriuscollar]

fleamont potter if anyone cares…….

[prongss78]

at a potter family and friends get together one summer..

monty: well, it was grand meeting you barty, m’boy! such a brilliant young man you are! such a sense of humour on you, i can see why your friends love you!

barty: t-thanks.. um… jesus

-later-

barty: james there’s no easy way of saying this but. yeah, i’m in love with your dad.

james:

regulus: valid

james: what.

marlene: YES BARTY! THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT! you know, if we put our minds together, i’ll take effie, you take monty!

james: what.

barty: you’re on, mckinnon! say hello to your new step-parents little jamie!

james: WHAT

[knighthans]

When James was 16, Euphemia and Fleamont adopted a dog (sirius black)

[sunnysaystuff]

marauders as things my friends have said p1:

marlene, staring at effie: oh my god she's so hot

james: that's my MUM!??!

mary, ignoring james: ugh i knowww she's so damn fine

james: SHE'S ALSO MY MOTHER!!

marlene, also ignoring james: ...do you think she likes girls

james: SHE'S MARRIED TO MY DAD!!

mary, still ignoring james: girl no...she's twice your age...

james, crashing out: and my MUM??

marlene: god was so cruel to me.

james: IS NO ONE LISTENING TO ME???

[lady-stardust1972]

happy father's day to fleamont potter: the man, the myth, the hot dad all his son's friends were in love with

[my-castles-crumbling]

me - may 15 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 304

James knew his mother and father were relaxed, as far as parents were concerned, but he had a feeling if they knew exactly what the sleeping situation was, they might not have been too happy. So, he’d chosen not to ask. It wasn’t like he and Regulus were doing anything bad, anyway! They were simply sleeping together, in the purest sense of the world. Sure, there was a bit of kissing, but it was more about the fact that the Slytherin seemed to relax so much more when he was close to James, and James, too, felt much better when Regulus was nearby. Like he belonged there. Like they belonged together.

Still. James wasn’t about to advertise to his parents that he’d not had his bed to himself since Regulus had run away to the Potters’ a month ago.

It was very late one night in August when Effie found out. Because she always did. James and Regulus had already settled into bed, Regulus tucked into James’s side and sleeping soundly, when a small knock sounded on the door.

At first, James didn’t get nervous. On bad nights, Sirius sometimes snuck in to curl into James’ other side and whisper together until they fell asleep. But his mother had never made an appearance in the night. Until now.

Dark brown eyes met James’s and his heart sank as Euphemia Potter slowly walked through the door and took in the scene, her face the picture of surprise.

She’s going to kill me, James thought, frozen in his bed, his arms still wrapped protectively around Regulus, who was sleeping away obliviously. I’m dead.

Euphemia, however, didn’t kill him. She didn’t move, or yell, or even speak. She just stood for a moment, staring at the two boys with a small smile, before retreating and closing the door silently behind her.