#I am so Sirius coded

[radiohead-spiderman]

My need to be cool and mysterious is always being thwarted by me not being able to shut the fuck up

[saintchaser]

tiny pants/big shirt and big pants/tiny shirt debate

james, dorcas, lily, remus: tiny pants, big shirt

sirius, peter, marlene, mary: big pants, tiny shirt

[cursedwithwords]

Doing some deeper research on Glass Child Syndrome and Golden Child Syndrome for TBOTS and realizing I have Glass Child Syndrome like 🧍‍♂️

[sachsoup]

james is so good old fashioned lover boy and either reggie, lily, or Sirius would be killer queen like...

[touchlikethesun]

before you come at me for saying i hate sirius maybe stop and think for a little bit that maybe the reason i hate him is because he reminds me of all of my worst qualities while i have none of his good ones, maybe we are so similar in our destruction, of others and of ourselves, that i can’t stand to think about him for any stretch of time or else i’ll spin out, and maybe just maybe that instead of explaining this every time, i just say i hate him so i don’t have to think about any of that. maybe.

[sonwar]

cannot discuss my thoughts on regulus song for midnights because my thoughts do not line up with anyone else’s but if you think mastermind is anything but a sirius black song. you are wrong.

[apricusapollo]

hoax "sometimes giving up is the strong thing" regulus & hoax "sometimes to run is the brave thing" james

[samisamousa]

I am LIVING for deaf Regulus. Just the Black brother sending themselves secret codes during family dinner, James learning sign language the moment Sirius told him Regulus was deaf so he could communicate with his best friend's brother, and the surprise Regulus had when they first met on the train. Regulus teaching all his friends sign language because THEY asked. Then the romance between James and Regulus, and how they communicate in the great Hall without anyone else knowing. And Sirius understanding everything ??? I am breathing for all of these things.

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi can i request a rockstar!remus drabble where he is super touchy with reader and the guys r js teasing them hahah thank you i love your writing🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

“Dove,” Remus’ voice is scratchy and a little worn from all the shows. Singing and playing the bass for almost twenty nine shows in half as many weeks has him worn and a little frayed, but he’s still the same Remus. 

You’re in the hotel room with him, Sirius and James, the four of you having a cup of tea and trying to relax after the last round of shows. Or well at least you’re trying to have a cup of tea, but your boyfriend keeps calling you away from the kitchenette to his side with a pitiful whine and his pretty honey eyes.

“Two minutes Rem,” you’re determined to finish making his tea- a ginger and honey blend that you’re sure he hates but you know he’ll drink it- and yours, a regular black. 

“Give the girl some space, Moony. Haven’t let her have a moment alone since she got here.” Sirius is teasing, a wide smirk on his face as he sips his own tea. Remus doesn’t find him funny though. He also doesn’t see the humour in James’ raucous laugh because this is the first time he’s left Lily alone since she got in and that’s because she locked the door while in the shower. 

“Here I am,” you say coolly before Remus could reply to Sirius with a snarky comment. 

“Thank you dove.” He takes a sip of his tea gratefully before tugging you a little closer and you’re practically fused to his side, with your knees pressing into the space between his back and the sofa. Remus’ hand stays glued to the dip in your waist, slipping under the fabric of your t-shirt to caress the skin there.

“Tired?” 

Remus hums, not caring that his friends are mocking you both now. “Yeah, thank god we’ve got that two week break.” You hand combs through his hair, watching with a smile, behind your cup of tea, as his eyes flutter shut and he heaves a sigh. 

“Look at him, all knackered the second you stroke his head. He’s like a bloody cat.” Sirius snickers and this time Remus chucks a cushion at him even as he cuddles closer to you. 

“Give the man a break Siri, had to be without his girl for a whole three weeks.” James’ comment makes Sirius laugh even louder and you save your boyfriend from any further teasing. 

“Weren’t you the same one begging Lily to stay with you for the second leg of this tour, Jamie?” His cheeks turn red and Remus chuckles, making Sirius shake his head playfully. 

“I’m gonna go see if Marls needs any help,” you snicker, you all know what it’s code for. James follows it up with a, “M’gonna go check on Lils.” 

Remus huffs, a smile on his face. “Oh yeah, go be more lovesick than I am.” 

When they leave, Remus sets both your mugs down, pushing your body to lay flat on the sofa before splaying out over you. 

“Missed you so much.” he kisses your stomach, pulling up your shirt so he can lay his head flat against your skin. 

“Missed you too Remmy, get some sleep love.”

[whorediaries-09]

okay, what if, reader (james gf) got jealous of lily tutoring james and told james abt it and james tells her "i would never date anyone else other than you" and also "you have all rights over me. you OWN me." and then smut where they're kissing, and reader suddenly says stop and james DOES stop to prove that he belongs to her???

hi honey <3 i'm sorry it took so much time to get around the request, but here you are, i hope you like it xoxo.

dark red

pairing(s)- james potter x reader warning(s)- stupid teenagers in love, 18+ content. a/n- uggh it was so hard to find proper pictures for the header, my feed is full of sirius black shit 💀🫢

ps- dark red is so james potter coded. (he dances on chammak challo, don't ask me how i know okay now bye)

masterlist

only you, my girl, only you, babe only you, darling, only you

'hey, darling,' your boyfriends' voice echoes in your ears. your eyes sink deeper into the words printed upon the paper of the book you'd been reading. they seemed like plain words on paper, which made no sense as your mind subconsciously made note that the one you loved so dearly was near you.

he sunk beside your bed, his quidditch sweater hugging his body in a form fitting way. he runs his finger through his curls, the familiar flowery, damp smell escalating off his body which burned your heart. through your peripherals, you see him smiling, a subtle hint of color on his brown skin. you feel the mattress sink beside your legs, as he pushes his legs into the silk duvet you were covered by. his fingers roam over your feet, applying a comforting amount of pressure.

he hums mindlessly under his breath, and you shift under the warmth of the duvet. you flip the book shut, keeping it on your nightstand. you free your feet from james's grasp, sitting up, moving closer to him. you stare at his face as you sit in front of him, knees touching.

'honey?' you whisper, nibbling at your bottom lip. it's like a sudden change of atmosphere, as he places his hand on your thigh, and he's staring at you, his brown eyes scanning yours.

'where were you?' you ask, even though you know the answer. his demeanor changes slightly, as he furrows his eyebrow. he'd told sirius to inform you about his tutoring session with lily. did the prick not tell you, he wonders.

'i was with lily,' he replies. you respond with a curt nod, biting your lip.

'because you needed academic help am i right?' you inquire. he swipes his tongue over his teeth,

'yes m'love,' he responds. you're not sure how to frame your next statement. the air feels stuffy around the both of you, and you intertwine your finger with his curl. his finger draws mindless shapes on your thigh.

'james,-' you begin, a heavy breath leaving your mouth, '-i'm gonna need you to stop these tutoring sessions with lily.' your mouth feels dry as you spill out the words from your throat. his eyes widen,

'i'm in heavy need of help in potions! otherwise i might fail!' he protests. you stare at him, stubborn to not let him dodge your demand.

'you're a fucking illegal animagus. what do you need help with potter?'

'well brewing a sleeping potion- hang on what's all this about?' he inquires, his former statement unheard.

'you know very well,'

'no i don't, enlighten me.'

'god are you really that daft?'

'if you think so, yes.'

'i'm fucking jealous, potter!'

his eyes widen with realization. as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water all over his face. his hands grasp your face in a swift move, his eyes boring into yours. he's breathless, your confession firing a puddle of guilt into which his heart drowns into. he treats you like a fragile piece of glass as if you'd break if he said the wrong words.

'jealous? because i liked her previously?' he questions, his forehead touching yours. your eyes burn with anger, with a clandestine stab upon your heart,

'yes,'

in a swift move, you're on your back, pinned to the mattress, his lips roaming into your mouth, as his mind screeches screams of guilt, an urge which echoes in his head, to prove to you that he was yours. just yours.

he bites your lip, pushing his leg between your thighs, and you moan, the rough fabric of his trouser providing you a lewd friction against your crotch.

'james,' you slur, huffed breaths leaving your mouth. he furrows his eyebrows,

'god,-' he holds your face closer to his, resting his forehead on yours, 'i'd never date anyone but you,-' he plants a soft kiss over your nose, '-god, i love you so fucking much.' he completes. his confession breaks through soft words, paired with broken breaths.

'i love you too, i'm sorry i doub-' he places his finger over your swollen lip, shushing you.

'let me show you how much i love you? let me show you i'm yours? just yours? let me show you how you have total rights over me?' he questions. you nod your head, and with your approval, he unbuttons your shirt.

*****

your nails rake on his bare chest, as he pushes his cock deep into your sopping cunt. you bottom down on his cock, your cunt throbbing. it was like high, as his hand place themselves on your hips, his rutting into yours. your breasts bounce deliciously within his vision, as he thrusts into you.

you pepper kisses all over his chest as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your g-spot so perfectly, you feel like you'd drool. you gasp as his finger rubs over your swollen clit, rolling your eyes back, curling your toes as you feel the orgasm within you bubbling with a vigorous hotness which creeps all over your body. goosebumps erupt on your skin as his hot breath gazes over your skin,

'i'm yours, all yours, my girl,' he assures. you bite your lip,

'you're all mine. fucking mine.' you respond. he gasps at your words, and your walls clench around his cock, as your rub your clit. your orgasm bubbles within you, and consumes you from within, tearing into every cell of your body. it's as if you're on fire, as you feel the coil in your stomach tightens. it's as if you're glowing with lust, as your heart beats against your ribcage. it was like a shattering carnal desire to authorize your ownership over him.

'you're all m-mine- i fucking own you,' you moan, your lips meeting his, as you consume him, consume the feeling of his cock, consume the warmth of his touch, consume the cozy feeling of his words.

'only yours, my girl,' he says against your lips.

it's a dwindling mercurial high, a paradise shaking and pacing with your heartbeats, as the both of you release together, the mixture of cum and yours leaking through your sopping cunt.

[yrluvjane]

thankyou for writing the req. it was so so so sweet. i have like so many ideas, i love that you wanted more. like we know our dear Jamie is a simp, right? like in the best way of course. how about a reader who could give James a run for his money? like it's well known that she flirts with everyone and never means it. it's kind of her personality. very James coded actually. like she looks like she's a little in love with all her friends. and our boy cannot figure out if she likes him or is just being her usual self.

Send them all! Even if I can't write them, I die just reading them! It's a bit late I'm so sorry darling, i had my exams and i just finished them today.

You've always been popular, always the life of the party, always the center of attention. No matter where you went, people always seem to gravitate towards you, drawn to your charismatic charm and energy. And you can't help but be flattered, of course. It's always nice to have so many friends, and so many admirers.

James was always amazed at how you interacted with others, making everyone feel special in their own way.

It's the way you can make everyone feel like the center of attention, the way you can bring out the best in people, the way you can make everyone in the room laugh. It's like you're the master of all social skills. You could chat up a stranger in an elevator, make them feel like a friend in minutes.

At first, James was reluctant to admit - to himself and others - that there may be a chance he was developing feelings for you. He thought it was just another example of your natural charm, but as time went on, he realized that he was falling hard. He always found himself seeking you out at every party or event, hoping to spend just a few more minutes in your company. He found himself longing for your laughter, your smile, your touch.

But then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he saw you smiling at someone else or laughing at their joke. He wanted to be the one who made you smile, who made you laugh.

In the beginning, it was subtle. James would always find ways to touch you - small caresses, quick grazes - to grab your attention, to make you feel special.

He would laugh at your jokes, even the bad ones.

And yet, he could never quite figure out if you felt the same.

And then, one day, he asked you on a date.

James hesitated at first, afraid of what the answer might be, but then he thought of the regret he would feel if he didn't take the chance.

You said yes.

But even then, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. You were always flirtatious, and James didn't know if your yes was genuine or simply a continuation of your open personality.

"What if she doesn't actually like me? What if she thinks i just meant like a friend-date?"

Sirius scoffed, "James, don't be ridiculous. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to go on out with you. And I wouldn't be anywhere near here if I thought all this preparing would be a waste of time. You can't back out now, you've been waiting months for this!"

James wasn't sure if were months but yeah maybe he was counting down the days to this. He had carefully selected his outfit, making sure everything was just right. And he had prepared himself for the date, researching the perfect conversation topics and making sure he had a backup plan in case the conversation ran dry. He's tongue has gone awfully numb from the amount of minty breath spray he'd sprayed and fingers aching from running them through his hair all the time.

He turned and looked himself in the mirror jumping lightly on his heels. "I've got this," James told himself. "I can be confident, charismatic, and charming - just like I am in every other aspect of my life." He rolled back his shoulders.

Sirius stared at his friend in amusement, as James continued his self-motivation. "I'm awesome. I'll show her that."

James faced his friend with a new found confidence, "I'm ready!" He declared as though he would be walking into battle.

"That's the spirt, Prongsie!...Where are you going?"

"To wait for her."

"There's still an hour left."

"What if she arrives early? First impressions are very important. Can't have her think I'm some tardy twat." James smiled and winked at his friend as he walked through the door.

[junipers-archive]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧ GIRLFRIEND ❥ The first time James calls you his girlfriend!! (fluff)

Today was the day you were all able to visit hogsmeade for the first time.

Correction, it was the first time you'd be able to visit hogsmeade with permission. To be fair you'd already been countless of times, after you made friends with James, Remus, Sirius and Pete. They'd taken it upon themseleves to show you all the secret passages they'd found prior to your friendship.

Even your first date with James had been spent sneaking into the very town, holding hands through the passage way and kissing off his butter-beer made mustache.

You were currently walking down in groups, you and James were holding hands slowly watching the others as they conversed.

Sirius was, of course taking as much of the attention he could get by speaking quite loudly, "Well I think we should go to Honeydukes first, I'm all out of chocolate frogs from our last trip!"

Pete squeaked nervously beside him, "Will you keep it down! Minnie will hear you!"

"He's right pads, keep it down, also maybe we should split up? I need to make a stop at Tomes and Scrolls." It was Remus he had been leisurely strolling after Sirius' gallavanting, every so often stretching his long limbs.

Sirius, like a child was the only one who didn't quite listen to Remus when he spoke, no matter how intimaditing he could be. "Fine, but we can't split up, that's against the code moons."

Remus huffed out annoyed,

"Are you seriously bringing that up right now?" James was getting uncomfortable, like he always did when they fought, shifting the arm he had around you.

"Yes. yes I am. and if you follow the code you know, we don't split up. ever."

Even Peter was getting antsy, you'd all stopped at the ridge right before entering the town to continue the conversation . "W-well, do we have to follow the code? Jamie brought his girlfriend for godrics sake, I hardly think its necessary!"

Your heart skipped and your cheeks flushed at being called James' girlfriend, you knew it wasn't exactly the time but you hadn't yet had that talk.

James finally spoke, brought out of his daze by the mention of you, "Pete's right, I did bring my girlfriend and if you lot want to split up go ahead, I'm going with her."

He pulled you against his side tightly, leading you through his friends who were still squabbling about the 'rules'.

Walking down to the main ridge you still couldn't proccess what he said, he'd called you his girlfriend, correct? Not person-he-was-dating, not friend, not anything else, but girlfriend. right?

As you approach the three broomsticks your eyes are still blown wide, asking hestitantly, "Y-you said girlfriend?"

He grinned down at you knowingly leading you toward an empty booth, "Yes sweetheart, I did."

"S-So am I- does that mean-we're-"

He leans down to kiss your temple, silencing you as he smiles and pulls back to see your hopeful face, "Yes' believe it means we're boyfriend-girlfriend now, if that's okay with you?"

When you seat yourself your mouth is still agape answering quickly, "Yea, yea that's more okay with me Jamie!"

He tries to hide the small tint in his cheeks by looking down at the menu the waitress put down, "Good to hear, so what're you having?"

And the rest of the trip is spent perfectly, stopping by your favorite shops, almost never being out of each others reach and buying enough goodies to last you till Christmas. He even lets you drag him into a jewelery store nearby the pub.

Yet throughout it all you're still in a slightly lovesick daze, because James Potter had called you his girlfriend.

[villain-crown]

dust | @jegulus-microfic | words: 864

critical care, part 8 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

James Potter was a catch. 

A brilliant, handsome, charming catch. He was confident boarderlining on arrogant, suave verging on dazzling, one of the smartest nurses in Gryffindor, and god help him, he was not going to fuck up the pass he was attempting to make at Regulus Black.

The very same man who had just texted him his clean STD panel after telling him in no uncertain circumstances that they would be fucking soon and enthusiastically.

[Of course, I expect you to provide the same results.]

Hell, James would take whatever test Regulus asked of him. He’d take the entire nurse licensing exam all over again if he wanted it. And blood results? James would stick himself with a rusty nail if it meant satisfying Regulus’s requirements. 

Play it cool, Potter. Play it cool. 

Not desperate, no; just cool, suave, James Potter. 

He had this. 

[For sure! You’re very organized lol!]

The answer: [I prefer no condoms.]

Holy shit, he did not have this.

“...you think Dorcas would go for that?” 

Sirius was still carrying on their conversation and did not seem to realize that James was about to pass out right in front of him.

“Sure, Pads,” he all but wheezed, fighting to keep a straight face. “Dorcas. Good idea.”

“Really, James, are you okay? You look… weird.”

He waved him off, clearing his throat. “No, no, I’m just… dust! There’s lots of dust floating around.” He coughed pointedly once more. “Keep talking, I’m listening.”

[Does that bother you?] Regulus asked while James was in the middle of saving his number. 

Oh, James was bothered alright. 

After some deliberation, he decided he needed some kind of code name for the Slytherin to be saved under. It would be nothing short of incriminating for someone to see Regulus Black texting him suggestive shit, but he needed something slightly less obvious than Sirius’s Hot Little Brother. He thought back to the little silver chain twined around Regulus’s gorgeous neck. Three letters hug off it: RAB. 

Perfect. 

…This was completely crazy. He was having a straight-faced conversation about possibly the most earth shattering, borderline-pornographic sex he would ever have in his life with Regulus Black and Sirius wanted to stand there and talk pranks.

[You’re so fucking hot. I am fighting for my life here.]

[You could stand to suffer more. So tell me what you’re into.]

Oof, what a loaded question. Well, apparently he was into best friend’s little brothers who enjoyed dirty sex, which was an interest he could do without. 

Good sense made him pause. 

Was he ready to hand over very personal, potentially humiliating information to a coworker he’d just met yesterday? The memory of Regulus’s gorgeous, lithe body standing on his toes as he leaned into James’s space to whisper the things I like might be a bit much for you was the deciding factor. 

Jame Potter would honestly hand Regulus Black a fucking loaded gun if this conversation would just continue. 

But what could he say in response to a question like that? He didn’t want to come off as too much, but Regulus didn’t strike him as the kind of guy that would be satisfied with too little, either. 

Fuck, what to do.

Apparently, Regulus has some ideas.

“Am I not entertaining you here, Prongs?” Sirius snapped loudly, forcing James to look up from reading the incredibly dirty texts that Regulus was starting to send. His best friend was glaring at him.

Suddenly, Sirius lunged for his phone. 

And James, who hadn’t expected it, found that he was too slow to keep custody of it.

“SIRIUS, FUCK OFF!”

“No! I want to know what’s so fascinating on here that you can’t be bothered to listen to me for the last ten minutes!”

He tussled with Sirius to steal it back, but with no luck. At a certain point in the scuffle, James became uncomfortably aware that the family of the patient in bed eighteen was blatantly staring at them. Embarrassed, James backed off, straightening his burgundy scrubs and trying to look professional. Sirius, who could care less what other people thought, didn’t even bother looking up, instead taking his time examining James’s text messages. 

He held his breath, desperately trying to come up with a solid defense for why Sirius’s precious baby brother might be texting him some of the dirtiest shit James had ever been sent. You know, just in case Sirius Realized. 

I was framed.

It was an accident.

He looks like my future husband. 

Weak. Weak defenses, all of them. 

Get it together, Potter! 

“No condom, huh? Wow, what a whore,” Sirius declared with the admiration of one who had shared that title. He glanced through the texts and negative STD results, making James nearly ascend. “I respect him. This guy knows what he’s about! Rab, huh? Who’s this again?”

“I didn’t say.”

Bloody hell, Sirius was going to kill him—kill him twice: once for having a single sexual thought about his little brother and again for letting Sirius say that about Regulus, who, according to Marlene, he believed was an innocent baby angel who could do no wrong. 

“It’s just some guy,” James finished faintly.

“Huh.” Sirius handed the phone back. “Hot. You should fuck him.”

…Well, if you insist.

[just2bubbly]

ok hear me out, 'The Black Dog' is wolfstar coded and not just because of the literal connection with Sirius Black and his animagus but in general. The Dog is very obviously Sirius and the way she goes on building the first verse of long lost friendship and relationship- "I am someone who until recent events shared your secrets with" and that's easy to tell Sirius and Remus were one half of the Marauders and they were friends, lovers and obviously shared everything with each other. The location is the Marauder's Map and it could possibly be a memory that Sirius can't get out of his head while being in Azkaban that relates closely with Remus who is having the same flashback but at a bar or in a deep emotional capacity when he sees a black dog that reminds him of Siri. "She's too young to know this song" is Tonks (no offence to her but ye) the age gap is there, she was there when Sirius was alive and it was a visual representation of Remus choosing her above him. When Remus steals glances at Sirius when he thinks no one is seeing for 'old habits die screaming' and now he doesn't know what to do with this for he feels Sirius is too lost in despair. Post Azkaban Sirius is "moving through the world heartbroken" and with desires of having a friend in Remus if not a lover. "And it kills me, I don't understand"— is very clearly the chaotic mess inside Siri's head as he takes over his life after 13 years of imprisonment. "Now I wanna sell my house, and set fire to all my clothes," is perhaps the disdain with Grimmauld Palace and his past that he tried so hard to escape haunting him like a full circle. "This tail between your legs, you're leaving" is again his untimely death, too soon and a life too short with great regrets and glorious moments.

You can't tell me this song isn't about Sirius Black

[jaylienpotter]

From @jegulus-microfic prompt "skirt" | 600 words

Part 1 of Let them be (can be read as a standalone)

Part 2 >

Let boys wear trousers

Regulus Black hated the Hogwarts uniform. Absolute despised it. He could hide his chest with spells or tight bras or bigger clothes - thankfully he had small breasts already. But he couldn't do anything about the bottom part. He had asked Dumbledore himself to wear trousers instead but he was denied, as it was "tradition" and "the school rules" and Ms. Black was probably "confused" - fucking prick.

He wasn't fully out. His friends knew and called him by the name he chose. So did Sirius and his mates. At first people slipped, calling him by his deadname and used she/her pronouns. It didn't last long, though. And thankfully it barely happened at all with his brother. None of their friends had a problem with it, thankfully. But it was still hard to connect to people. Fully connect.

Tears of frustration were running down his cheeks after he left the Headmaster's office.

"Black?" He looked to his left and faced a tanned Gryffindor with round glasses. Potter was Sirius's best friend. "Black, are you okay?" James got closer to the boy, his voice sweet and comforting, dark eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Dumbledore is a bloody fucking prick!"

"Regulus, what happened?" The people he was out to called him by his last name when in public, but they were close enough that others wouldn't hear.

"He won't let me wear trousers. Transphobe. It doesn't even make sense! Some girls don't like skirts! It's such a fucking stupid rule!"

"Hey…" two big hands rested on his shoulders and he looked up for the first time. "It's okay, we'll fix this somehow. I'll talk to Mcgonagall, she can convince that old man sometimes."

"You can try but it probably won't work…" Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Black pulled himself together. Like he was taught. "It doesn't matter. I'll be fine." That was a lie and they both knew it. Still no one said anything as he walked away.

Pandora was lovely. She did her best to cheer him up in the dorm but the fact that he was sharing with a girl brought him dysphoria. Regulus didn't belong there.

It's an understatement saying that he was shocked when he saw James Potter strutting confidently into the Great Hall for breakfast wearing a skirt. What the fuck was he doing?!

"Potter. Why in the name of Merlin are you wearing a skirt?! You're going to get detention!"

"See, Black, I am protesting. Until girls are allowed to wear trousers, I will be breaking the dress code." He blinked. Regulus blinked twice. His heart stopped and the way he saw his brother's best friend suddenly shifted. He was protesting for Regulus. Getting in detention for Regulus. Most likely would face hate, all for Regulus. Yet he was completely unfazed. Potter wasn't stupid. He knew what he got himself into. But still, he did it anyway?

"But… Why? I mean- where did you even get the skirt??"

"It's Mary's. And I felt like it. Occurred to me randomly. Was bored so I thought 'why not start a protest?', you know?" That was a big fat lie and the Gryffindor wasn't even trying to hide it. He wore a wide smirk on his face. Gosh, how Regulus wanted to kiss those lips. Instead he just smiled. His genuine curved down smile, a rarity.

"You're gonna get in trouble, you know that right?"

"Since when do I, James Potter, the king of mischief, care about that?" That grin again. Black could stare for hours, take in every detail of the handsome Gryffindor's face.

"You're an idiot."

[starrylayle]

I don't think fanon marauders fans realise is that most of us (canon marauders fans) actually enjoy readings of a fem/androgynous/trans/gender-fuckery Sirius Black! I personally believe he is heavily queer-coded as a character and love seeing different interpretations and expressions of such in fics/fanart ~

We just don't like it when u characterise him as a tiny, dramatic whiny bitch. Save that for ur gilderoy lockhart moodboards babes xx

and yeah to all those ppl who say,, "just don't interact with that content!!!!" -- do u realise how many tags I've blocked and filtered out and i still see these oc-fied marauders everywhere?? even my non hp fans see some of that content -- it is impossible to avoid so thus i will complain.

if ur any type of content creater and. u depict sirius in the former pls just ignore me i am a hater but I love all artists. feel free to block me tho lol