#lily and sirius brotp

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

I loveeee how you portray Lily and Sirius's friendship in your fics. Truly one of the most underappreciated brotps. Do you have any BlackEvans hcs?

OH DO I

they got blackout drunk one time in 7th year and ended up sleeping together (in the literal sense) in sirius's bed. cuddling was involved and they were mutually horrified the next day. james reminds them at every possible opportunity.

sirius went wedding dress shopping with lily!! she wanted honest opinions and someone who would make her laugh and get tipsy on champagne with her so he was the only real choice.

they both know things about each other that james doesn't know about either of them. it's not an intentional secret-keeping thing, they just connect on things that don't really involve james.

sirius and lily completed more order missions together than any other duo. james and lily did a few, but couldn't always be trusted not to martyr themselves for the other. james and sirius did a lot, but they were a bit trigger happy when together. sirius and lily however played to each others' strengths with excellence.

they were partners in divination third year. she still couldn't stand him but they called truce during that class and had an excellent time making shit up every day. sirius was disappointed when lily dropped the class after third year.

lily never uses any of the marauder nicknames except for padfoot. (yes i know she says wormy in the letter but i don't care) she doesn't use it frequently but it's always tinged with affection when she does.

they bonded in a detention at the end of 6th year. sirius got the detention because he hexed snape for attacking james. lily got the detention because she...also hexed snape for attacking james. that's when they realised they had more power together than apart.

sirius is the least empathic person on earth but he can read lily like a book and correctly advises james on when to back off and when to crowd in.

the regulus/petunia parallels. obviously. sirius teaches lily to stop making excuses for her sister. lily tries to teach sirius to understand regulus's fear.

[yallthemwitches]

“He’s a muggleborn too, I think that’s why she likes him,” James says, now talking to no one but himself and the ceiling. “He listens to all the same muggle music, watches films… they probably go do cool muggle things like fairs and refrigerators… ride airplanes…”

“Mate, I don’t think you do a refrigerator.”

James ignores him, barreling onwards. “Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, basking in the feeling of how soft her skin was on my bloody arm like a fool.”

A little two-part, (sorta) matchmaker Sirius extravaganza because...I love THEM. 

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

“You’ve been in here for thirty seconds and already made two dramatic sighs so just spare me and tell me what's wrong.”

James presses his face into his pillow, arms hanging off the sides of his bed.

“Evans was helping me study for potions.”

“That frigid bitch.”

James turns and casts his mate an icy glare, inciting a grin in return. Burrowing back into his pillow, he cards both hands through the back of his hair, the tips stand completely upright.

“It’s not just that—she laughed when I made a joke.”

“The nerve —”

“And she touched my arm…not grabbed it, but you know…touched it.”

“And I thought little miss perfect Evans would want to save herself for marriage.”

“Padfoot.”

Sirius sighs, throwing the magazine down in defeat. He had hoped sarcastic deflection would get him through this rendition of ‘Prong’s Big Feelings’ but chances were now slim to nothing.

“Look, Prongs,” Sirius says, moving to sit on the side of the bed, “I’m glad you and Evans have worked out some weird, masochistic agreement that resembles being mates, really I do. But unless you have something juicy to tell me, I really don’t need a theatrical play by play.”

James flips himself over to stare at the ceiling, shrouding his vision with his forearm.

“What the fuck are you talking about? This is juicy. She touched me.”

“No—she brushed your arm. Juicy would be if she touched your—”

“Sirius please,” James turns to him, face completely flushed. “Just don’t—for once. This is sacred— Evans is sacred. She’s perfect. She touched me .”

“Yes, we’ve covered that.”

Sirius glares at the door, trying to use whatever bunk he retained from third year divination to will Remus into the room and take James’ wallowing off his hands. No luck.

“Do you think she is still hooking up with Altwood?”

He holds back a sigh. Ever since Remus had caught Evans and Altwood looking at anything other than stars on top of the astronomy tower months ago, James had spiraled into some sort of trench that only got bigger as his friendship with her grew.

“He’s a muggleborn too, I think that’s why she likes him,” James says, now talking to no one but himself and the ceiling. “He listens to all the same muggle music, watches films… they probably go do cool muggle things like fairs and refrigerators… ride airplanes…”

“Mate, I don’t think you do a refrigerator.”

James ignores him, barreling onwards. “Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, basking in the feeling of how soft her skin was on my bloody arm like a fool.”

Sirius stares at his friend. James is his best mate, smartest bloke in school (well, besides himself), quidditch captain, heartthrob of at least every girl who wasn’t in love with him—and yet he still found the energy to be a pathetic idiot. Honestly, it would be admirable if it wasn’t so bloody annoying.

“You know–you could just talk to her? I mean you claim you are mates now.”

James turns his head to look at him, the sheer mask of pain twisting his features being enough of a response.

“ Or–,” Sirius back pedals, “You could push all your feelings way way down and never talk about them again. Healthy, normal.”

“Yeah–that, that seems better.”

A silence passes between them, calm enough that it almost has Sirius convinced the conversation has sorted itself— almost. He knows James, has deciphered all possible combinations of his mannerisms like translating runes. Silence and James Potter do not cohabitate long.

Five, four, three, two—

“Did I mention she also smells really good—”

“Fuck it, I’m going to go read in the common room.”

He doesn’t wait to hear whatever nonsense James yells after him, taking three giant steps towards the door and bounding down the staircase.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t tolerate his mate’s constant pining—it definitely was bloody better than the quidditch gibberish he otherwise spouted in his free time—but if he was being honest, it was just so boring.

All the ho-humming and pining would at least be interesting if it was impossible for them to end up together, but it was actually entirely plausible and—if he was reading the room correctly– more imminent than his poor, lovesick idiot of a friend could comprehend. Remus might think it was best to let it sort itself out on its own, but he was having a harder and harder time not just taking both their heads and smashing them together.

So maybe that’s why when he finds Lily sitting in the common room he doesn’t kick out the group fo first years taking his coveted spot near the fireplace but sits just across from her, settling in with a piercing gaze that will only take a matter of time before—

“Don’t do that.”

Lily doesn’t look up from her book, flipping the page with a flick of a finger as she chews the inside of her cheek in focus. Her red hair falls gently into her face and she blows a strand away, an action that would make James thump his foot like a rabbit in heat.

“Do what?”

“Stare at me like that—it's gonna make your harem of admirers think you fancy me or something.”

She flicks her eyes over to a corner of girls who had started twittering the second he stepped foot into the room. Leaning over and giving a small wave, the girls bow their heads inwards and a fresh burst of squeals starts anew.

“What if I do fancy you?”

She gives him a hollow, exasperated stare for a couple seconds as though waiting for a punchline but he offers none, letting an unwavering smile grace his face. He waits until she goes back to her book, then continues.

“I just don’t get it, Evans.”

She makes a loud sigh, slamming the book shut.

“Alright Black–you win, you have the floor. What do you want?”

Her nostrils flair, something that he has long learned means she has reached a fighting mood. His favourite Evans iteration.

“I just don’t get how you make all these blokes go absolutely nutter, yet you are just like–,” he makes a sweeping gesture up and down her body, “--sitting here, without a single fuck to give.”

He expects the comment to rile her more, but instead her mouth twitches, a rebuttal already ready to go.

“You’re one to talk—cock tease of Gryffin—”

“How’s Robbie by the way?” He cuts her off, already getting bored of her jab. Lily reels back, eyebrows arching above her fringe.

“Do you mean Robert?”

“Yeah, blonde bloke, yea high, apparently shagging you—”

Lily opens her mouth, then clamps it shut, the cogs in her brain moving quickly. Sirius waits, a calm, innocent smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m not shagging him.”

“You were shagging him, then.”

“No—well, I mean–” she teeters off, frustration growing on her face.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but it was a one time thing. I didn’t want anything else from it and he was ok with that.”

“How very progressive of you.”

“What can I say, I’m a sexually liberated woman,” she quips back. Look at them go—having only a somewhat hostile conversation.

“I gathered from your constant lack of bra.”

A line of blush crosses her cheeks and she crosses her arms over her chest. Sirius' grin falters. Oops maybe too far.

“It’s just odd that a bird like you can have tits like that and a bum like that–”

“Jesus Christ, Black.”

“–and apparently only care to...” he turns his head, catching the title of her book, “...read Gravity’s Rainbow, drive my best mate completely nutter, and be good at potions."

He finishes his monologue, expecting to immediately feel the consequences of his admittedly shallow evaluation of her as a person, but instead she just blinks at him, chewing again at the inside of her cheek.

“What’d you mean ‘drive your best mate completely nutter’---James and I just study together sometimes.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Dealing with one oblivious person was one thing, but two. He should be deemed a martyr, get some sort of saintdom for the amount of bullshit he slogs through on a daily basis. Why doesn’t Remus have to deal with this? Where is that lazy arsehole anyway?

“Evans,” he sings, a low teasing tone that he hopes imbues everything so he doesn’t have to elaborate.

“I’m being serious. Him and I are just mates. He told me—”

“Evans.” A little harder now, with feeling.

Lily opens her mouth and shuts it again, looking down at her lap to the book that has long been abandoned. Feelings have never been his strong suit, but he can tell something is working hard in that pretty little brain of hers.

“He can’t still fancy me,” she murmurs, “He was shagging Elodie just last weekend.”

“Excuse me?” It’s Sirius’ turn to look incredulous, brows knitting in confusion.

“That’s what I heard from Mildred—he shagged her under the quidditch stands.”

It would be funny if he wasn’t so taken aback. Not only had James definitively not shagged Elodie McLauren under the quidditch stands (though a hilariously horrible place to do so), but in some sort of twist of irony he distinctly remembers that what James had been doing at the time in question was dissecting yet another study session in which he swore that Lily had changed shampoos because she had smelled “less like cinnamon and more like roses.”

“Fuck Evans, no—Merlin’s tits can’t you girls find better hobbies— James was with me all last weekend. Ask Remus or Pete, they’ll say the same.”

Lily’s eyes blink rapidly, looking rounder than before. Her lips part and a flash of white teeth bite down against her lip. If James was here he would die.

“So–,” she said slowly. “Potter didn’t shag Elodie?”

“No. Not even a little bit.”

She shifts so her feet are on the ground and her elbows are propped on her knees.

“And you are sure about that?”

“Evans, listen—if James stuck his prick—”

“Black.”

“Sorry,” Sirius huffs, “--if James had coitus–, ” he shoots her a sarcastic, affirming nod, “--then I promise I’d be the first to know about it. Trust me, I live with him.”

Lily stares at him as though he has turned to dust, looking past the common room and into some deep unknowable place where all her secrets reside. Things start to click into place, Sirius’ brain piecing things together as though working through an extremely difficult arithmancy equation. A grin creeps onto his face, a real one—the kind that resembles a predatory animal before eating their prey.

“Hey, quick question, Evans. Why are you so invested in James’—”

A thump reverberates into the room and both Lily and Sirius look up. James stands at the bottom step from the dorms, looking like he just showered with his hair still damp. His mouth hangs ajar, eyes flickering from Lily to Sirius, a look of utter betrayal embedded in the hard line of his mouth.

“Pads, we going to Hogsmeade or what?”

He moves slowly towards them, his eyes now focused solely on Sirius, looking more and more flushed with every step. With what seems like a lot of mental struggle, he turns towards Lily.

“Hey Evans–uh, thanks again for the help earlier. Are—,” James stammers, his attention now finding something utterly fascinating in the floorboards. “Are you going to Hogsmeade today?”

Lily straightens up, her book falling to her feet with a clunk. She grasps at the wisps of hair that reach her chest, curling the ends around her fingers.

Honestly, it would be painful to watch if it wasn’t so bloody hilarious.

“Yeah—have some errands to do,” her tone has changed but Sirius can’t put a finger on it. More airy? Amicable?

“Right.”

James turns like a wooden soldier, eyes burning into Sirius.

“Well, c’mon mate. Remus is waiting.”

He turns away from Lily so she can’t see his face and makes a scrunching expression that means What the fuck are you doing but Sirius ignores it, yawning as he stands up.

“Bye Evans—always a pleasure chatting with a sexually liberated woman. ”

He shoots her a smile, and both Lily and James’ faces burn redder than the Gryffindor banners. He knows in about five seconds he will have to pay for it, watching the questions flash past James’ eyes like a conga line-–but what was that saying about begging for forgiveness?

[babypizzaface]

hp x tbbt

Ron: how do you feel about children?

Harry: they're alright I guess. I mean, if I saw one I wouldn't throw a rock at it

Ron: why would you throw a rock at a child?

Harry: I just said I wouldn't!?

[mk8-fic-writer]

A snippet from Chapter 2 of Going Downhill With You

If someone had told Lily that today would include an impromptu trip to the doctor, a chance encounter with her ex's new girlfriend, and an absolutely terrifying review on her two-page web copy proposal for Sleakeazy’s newest hair oil by her absolutely cantankerous boss, she would’ve absolutely believed you, because life has recently been unpredictable. 

However, sitting at the beach with Sirius in the late afternoon has been refreshing. She plays with the sand and grips it harder each time in hopes that the particles don’t slip through her fingers, but it does much like today’s situations that she couldn’t control. A perfect metaphor. 

The sound of waves coupled with the laughter of kids running along the shore, the smell of seawater, the light late afternoon wind, and the company of a great old friend gives her solace. A bittersweet symphony.  

“I am so glad to have met you again, Sirius,” she says, her voice heavy with inexplicable emotion. 

“I am too”, he responds. His stormy gray eyes twinkle as he smiles, giving her hand a quick squeeze perfectly deciphering how she feels.

[medasavagepotter]

Love the art tbh

But how would it be with james sirius and lily

Tell me that I'm wrong. I dare you.

[pangaeaseas]

Something about Lily, James and Sirius being a power trio during the First Wizarding War always gets to me. Lily and James were married, Sirius was James’s best friend and then became both their best friend, he was the best man as their wedding, according to JKR the three of them were the only ones at Harry’s christening, the three of them also intended to celebrate Harry’s first birthday together before Sirius had to go on an Order mission. Lily and James wanted Sirius as their Secret-Keeper and actively rejected Dumbledore to choose him, Sirius then persuaded them to change the plan and they kept it between themselves. He realized they were dead and immediately wanted to raise their son.

Lily’s letter to Sirius after Harry’s first birthday is so tender because it’s the perfect example of how they worked? James was frustrated cooped up, he tried to hide it from Lily (and was possibly trying to hide it from Sirius), but she noticed anyway and wrote to Sirius about it, telling him to visit because he was the one who could cheer James up. And Lily clearly relied on Sirius as a source of comfort and outlet of gossip for her own sake as well, which is one of the few times a woman in HP actively sought out a male character for emotional support.

Whether it’s platonic or romantic, I think three of them were soulmates.

a+ no notes. as a lover of blackevans/Lilypad brotp I have to say thanks for remembering that aspect of this excellent triad! and I agree platonic or romantic these three meant SO MUCH to each other

[enbysiriusblack]

sirius & lily brotp 🔛🔝

[juniperpyre]

sirius black my king loml

hello i am answering this now. i was obsessed w sirius when i was like 12-16

favorite thing about him

when lily rejects james and james is mildly publicly humiliated and sirius is just like. um. maybe you're kind of a douche.

i like that he still rags on james even tho that's his bestie. and when he tells james to put the snitch away. james is fuckin whipped

i guess what i love is that he's so independent and thinks for himself

least favorite thing about him

def like being a piece of shit to kreacher. i understand why and i don't really blame him for not being able to modulate his emotions in the hell scenario he was in, but kreacher is a slave so i don't expect him to be nice to like. anyone. and sirius being horrible to his slave is never going to be excusable to me

favorite line

"'THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!' roared Black. 'DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!'" damn fucking straight

brOTP is prongsfoot!

OTP is prongsfoot! unrequited. perhaps a touch of jilypad, in canon tho unrequited prongsfoot

nOTP is... idk. sirius works with everyone in some capacity. nothing horrifies me aside from like. him and his parents. is there anyone in the series that i canonly see him having a great, healthy relationship with? no.

random headcanon

idk why but i feel like his dick is kind of slender? hate that word choice. not too skinny but not girthy idk idk why. long tho.

unpopular opinion

my man does not follow james around like a puppy dog. he loved his mom. he and james were not immediately bosom friends, it took time for sirius to really trust james. james also did not immediately trust everyone, but he def trusted the fastest

song i associate with him

lets go with landscape by florence and the machine, "born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow, cause it's burning through the bloodline, it's cutting down the family tree"

favorite picture of him

either this or this or this

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My Strange Addiction with your favorite character

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I Want to Marry "Harry" Potter

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Married at First Sight: Pureblood & Muggleborn

Extreme Makeover hosted by Walburga's portrait

[courfee]

Hello babe pls do peter for the character asks <3

i missed this ask hello :((

How I feel about this character: 

i love my little rat boy so much. i care about him a whole lot and i wish people included him more in things, im always a little devetated when its all the marauders minus peter, or all the marauders and peter gets replaced by lily or regulus...

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

honestly i dont really ship a lot in general but i think barty/peter is an interesting ship especially in a canon context considering they both went undercover betraying people they loved and ended up living together for at least a summer looking after voldy. i enjoy the occasional peter/pandora or peter/sybill and especially unrequited peter/james is really quite nice. but you could honestly convince me to ship peter with just about anyone. i honestly also love peter and dorcas as a ship before she realises she is a lesbian and peter introduces her to marlene

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

brotp is marlene and peter. and a little devestatingly i think peter considers james his best friend but is very aware that james considers sirius his best friend. considering james and sirius are so close i think peter and remus would have also been really close friends, to fill the gaps

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

he wasnt all that much into herbology. i feel like people keep trying to make him into some kind of neville variant which he isnt. peter is a maths kinda guy, he would be into astronomy and arithmancy and probably also potions

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i wish peter would have gotten more of a motive for his betrayal. especially considering there is no fucking way james (and lily!!!!!) didnt absolutely trust and love him, cause why else would they trust them (especially lily!!!!) with their own AND HARRY'S safety. like, give him a proper reason why that friendship didnt work out. (or alternatively the route that i like a lot, how that friendship very much did work out and the betrayal still somehow happened and peters switch to the dark side took several years after jilys death)

my OTP:

james&sirius&peter&remus

my cross over ship:

honestly none

a headcanon fact:

im not entirely sure what this means? so imma just give a headcanon. peter learned to play the accordion when he was a kid and his nickname is wormtail because his distinctive animagus trait is that his rat tail has a spirally pattern along it that makes it look like a rainworm

this ask game

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

James finds him in the common room, in his usual spot. He drops into the seat across from him, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, still winded from his sprint back from the Astronomy Tower. “I have a favour. Can—”  James’s words are cut off by Sirius holding up a singular finger, his focus unwavering on the book in his hands. He reclines lazily in one of the armchairs by the fire, his legs stretched out as though he owns the place. His eyes move leisurely down the page, utterly unbothered by James’s interruption, before he turns the page with deliberate care. James leans forward in his own chair, making a loud scoffing sound. “Padfoot.” “Sh.” Sirius’s finger grazes the page as though it’s made of something rare and delicate, his expression one of exaggerated reverence. When he finally reaches the bottom of the page, he delicately folds over the corner before closing the book with a decisive thud. Then, with maddening slowness, he crosses one leg over the other, rests the book on his lap, and clasps his hands atop it. His face is serene, but his eyes glitter with mischief as he regards James. James stares at the folded corner in visible disgust. “All that, and you’re going to defile it by folding the page over? Use a bookmark, you neanderthal.” Sirius tilts his head, his expression mockingly thoughtful. He flips the book open again, looking down at it as if consulting its wisdom. “Huh,” he hums, tapping the spine lightly. “It’s strange because I thought you started this interruption with a request for a favour. But since you’ve insulted me and—” “Okay, okay,” James interrupts, exasperated. He leans forward, swatting the book shut. “I’m sorry. Can we focus?”

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[yallthemwitches]

Predatory in Nature

“No actually mate, it's ok—really, don’t worry about me. I’ll just never forget that my best mate, my brother in arms, my fellow marauder, betrayed me for Lily Evans’ sweet fanny—”

Today and tomorrow will be a double dose of some Sirius antics mixed with some fluff. Written for @jilytoberfest day 17: "It's cute when your face gets red like that."

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“Evans.”

She knows that sing-song voice from anywhere. Sirius Black lopes his way across the common room to take the seat across from her, grin looking downright sadistic in nature. 

“Yes Black?” When she doesn’t look up from her parchment, he leans down onto his folded arms, craning his head to force eye contact upwards at her bowed head.

“I’m feeling very perturbed and I need you to assuage my fears.”

Lily tries to keep writing but he plucks the quill out of her hand, throwing it behind his shoulder. 

“The fuck.” He ignores her annoyance, eyes setting into a firm stare. 

“Are you snogging James?”

The room temperature increases and Lily now feels the sudden sensation that she is being hunted for sport. 

“No–”

“Ok–Are you shagging James?”

Lily sputters, cheeks going rosy. “N-No.”

Of course the real answer is yes on both counts. A loud resounding one. It had been months of build-up, hours spent skiving off the last part of her patrols to lock themselves in various empty classrooms and passages, safely undiscovered from the comfort of darkness. But like the slow march of time, this moment was inevitable: that Sirius, the angel of death of all discretion, would come calling with suspicion. 

He leans further against the table top. “You sure about that?”

She scoffs knowing well that her body language is betraying her. To cover, she tries to rip her parchment out from under him, but he smacks his hand down against it, not swayed by her antics.  

“It’s cute how your cheeks get red like that when you're lying. So—once more for emphasis: are you or are you not snogging and/or shagging James Fleamont Potter—really dig deep here Evans.”

She leans back in her chair, eyes looking down at her lap. Of course he already knew the answer. This interrogation was just a formality—probably for his amusement more than anything else. Still, there was no use fighting it. She had been silly to even try.  

“Maybe,” her voice teeters off, hands fiddling with the ends of her hair. “A little?”

Sirius blinks. “A little?”

She breaks, his whittling down of her defenses an annoyingly effective tactic. 

“A lot! Alright, Black? You happy?” She gestures wildly into the air, face flushed. 

“Son of a bitch.”

Lily starts to open her mouth, ready to capitulate, but he cuts her off, running a hand down his face.

“I mean—what an absolute tosspot—I didn’t want to believe Remus but—.”

“Wait–excuse me?” Lily drops all exasperation to squint at Sirius, absolutely confused. She expected lots of things from his discovery of her and James' relationship, but anger was not one of them. 

“I mean, this is just rich—that bloody traitor, I mean this really stings.”

Lily stares at him, watching as Sirius shakes his head in discontent, running his hands through his hair. Her whole face is devoid of color, feeling like her body has gone numb.

“Sirius—if this is some god awful way of saying you fancy me—”

Sirius rears his head up, eyes maniacal. 

“No Evans!—stop being egotistical and fucking keep up—”

He slams his hands onto the desk, before lowering his head as well, his long hair shrouding his face.

“James is keeping secrets—from me!” He says, voice like an animal that has been kicked by its owner. Lily blinks at him but she can’t hold back the laughter that bubbles up from her chest, keeling over. Sirius lifts his head up to watch her through his hair, face twisted in a scowl. 

“It’s not funny, Evans! This is serious!”

“You are completely mental–” Lily chokes out between breaks in laughter. “That is your takeaway from this?”

“What? You think I care if you are banging my mate? I mean, I’m happy he’s getting laid and it’s you but—,” he puts his head back in his hands, “why in the fuck would he keep it from me…”

The portrait hole swings open and like a sixth sense, both Sirius and Lily’s necks crane to watch James enter. He is still sweaty and out of breath from quidditch and he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of the two of them, eyes darting from one to the other as though he needs no further information to know what is going on. 

Sirius wastes no time jumping to his feet and stalking towards him, finger guiding him until he is poking it into James’ chest. 

“First of all, how bloody dare you.” James looks down at Sirius' finger and frowns before casting a pleading, withered look at Lily.

“Pads I–”

“You didn’t think I’d find out? Me? You know, your best mate who also happens to have access to–” his voice gets lower, hissing, “--a certain artifact that lets me know what you are up to?”

James stares at his mate, mouth a perfect o. Sirius pulls away and slowly stumbles back, waving a hand dismissively in the air. 

“No actually mate, it's ok—really, don’t worry about me. I’ll just never forget that my best mate, my brother in arms, my fellow marauder, betrayed me for Lily Evans’ sweet fanny—”

“Black!” Lily stood up, hackles now raised and bounding for him. “Leave him alone, I told him to keep it quiet.”

Sirius looks down at her with wide eyes, mouth hanging ajar. 

“You did wha—what is wrong with you? Why’d you do that?”

“Because if you knew then—then I dunno…” she teeters off but Sirius waits, expecting answers.

 Something starts brimming under her eyes, and she loses all the momentum she had moments ago, feeling sidelined by emotion. 

“If we told people, it would make it real, you know?”

Both boys stand in stunned silence.

“You don’t want it to be real?” James' voice is barely above a whisper. There is a sudden shift in the room, all of Sirius’ dramatics floating into the background.

Lily staggers towards him, cheeks ruddy. “No—that’s not what I mean. It’s just—we haven’t been talking about it and I’ve been happy when I’m with you—but if we were just mucking around for a laugh…I didn’t want to rock the boat and make this more of something than it is.” She knows she’s babbling, perhaps incomprehensible,��you know—assume you still wanted something more—” 

James steps forward, putting his hands on Lily’s crossed arms. 

“Lily, there is nothing, no one that could make me want to stop doing whatever it is we are doing together,” he pleads, “I’ll keep it a secret forever—I’ll make Sirius too if that's what it takes.” His voice is firm and he reaches for her cheek. “I want…everything with you.”

“Then why did you stop trying to ask me out? You know– properly.”

She doesn’t know how this conversation devolved to this point, how Sirius’ whole friendship infidelity act could have led her to say the thing she wanted to say to him for months now, but here she was, eyes feeling glassy.

“You wanted us to be a secret,” James whispers.

“Yeah, but maybe I want other things now.” Tears are rimming her eyes but James reaches her before they can fall. She lets him wrap her into his chest, nuzzling her nose into his jersey which smells sweetly of his sweat. 

“So you want to? I mean—will you? Go out with me? In public?”

She looks up from his shirt. A grin has broken through his face like a burst of light. 

“Yeah—I would.” 

He presses his lips to hers, still smiling but hungry for her all the same. The world drops away and she feels their hands start to wrap to familiar places when a long whistle cuts through their small bubble of happiness. 

Sirius now sat on top of the back of the sofa. All of the anger, the sadness, the betrayal he had so woefully lamented about earlier now wiped from his being. Instead, a devious air wafted off of him, grinning with the satisfaction of a mission accomplished. 

“Wow–finally. Godric you two are so thick, at the rate you were going, you would have had a whole litter of children before going to Hogsmeade.” He flashes smirk, swinging his torso back and forth with playful ease.

“Sirius–” James warns, but Sirius’ barking laugh cuts through. 

“When you’re married with little baby Prongs’, I hope you look back on this moment and remember I did this,” he plops his feet on the floor, starting for the dorms. The couple track his movements, now aware they are captives in an elaborate trap. “Also, I expect a glowing account of my acting ability to Remus and Peter. They didn’t think I could pull it off. What tossers—I mean honestly.”

[chemicalwildflowers]

sirius!!!!!!!

man of all time

Favorite thing about them: such a badass I could go on and on. Probably his loyalty.

Least favorite thing about them: he can be cruel and careless, which is fun to play with as a writer but isn’t… great?

Favorite Line: “Twelve years of it” is always fun to quote, but also when he calls Severus Lucius Malfoy’s lapdog… like ouch hehe

brOTP: Sirius & Lily or any of his cousins

OTP: Prongsfoot!!

nOTP: idk… i’m getting tired of wolfstar. Also I can get very particular when it comes to Sirius ships. There are like five I’m cool with and that’s it

Random headcanon: even as he rejected his family he never could shake his love for astronomy, which he was taught about practically from birth

Unpopular opinion: tall sirius :D

Song I associate with them: Matilda by Harry Styles and of course Bowie’s Starman

Favorite picture of them: there’s a lot of great art out there, but I prefer the stuff with a more canonical take, just my opinion 🤷‍♀️ and this one is a recent fav: https://www.tumblr.com/chemicalwildflowers/767057163834327040

[starzzmissthesun]

Spare some sirius for the hungry🚬

I love him☹️☹️

Favourite thing about them: I love his devotion a lot... Like I feel like as a nation we need to discuss this more. I think I've talked about it before but that's in the depths of my blog😭😭

Least favourite thing about him: nothing ...he's done nothing wrong in my opinion.

Favourite line: I do NOT remember tbh..

BrOTP: him n lily probably

OTP: wolf star😞

nOTP: guys...Would you still love me if I said bitchkiller🥺🥺 I've tried so hard to hear it out but I literally hate it sm😭😭

Random headcanon: he's a beautiful princess angel... Also hates the texture of most jeans tbh.

Unpopular opinion: idk I think he's pretty chill, not like unenergetic, but not super extreme and reactive

Song I associate with him: prolly Mariners apartment complex, I'm getting out while I can, or Scott street

Favourite picture of him: love this one a lot

Thanknyouuuuu

Ask game

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thanks for the tag @squintclover 🥰🥰🥰! This was hilarious once I figured out what it actually meant (otherwise would all have been from same fic!)

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most hits: We Can Be Heroes my canon marauders fic (jily/Wolfstar) from the prank to Halloween 1981, but with a better ending (canon? Never heard of it, sounds like a stupid, excessively tragic, super-angsty AU to me)

Second-most kudos: it’s actually A Little Risk, but I deleted it as trying to change it into a OF (lol!), so now it’s Nah, He Didn’t which is a Blackevans Brotp where Lily confides in Snuffles about how much she fancies a certain Quidditch Captain…

Third-most comments: it’s my medical!Marauders AU (Wolfstar/Jily) Maybe I Waited Too Long -

Dr. James Potter and Dr. Sirius Black had gotten their lives and careers back on track after the nightmare that followed the collapse of Slytherin Pharmaceuticals, and moved abroad to work in Dublin to get away from painful memories. But they find themselves confronted by their past, their lost loves and arch enemies.

Fourth-most bookmarks: my prank fic Boys Don’t Cry which is written mostly from Sirius’ POV if you’re interested in angsty understanding of why Sirius told Snape about the Whomping Willow…

Fifth-most words: this is one of my favourite things I’ve written but it’s also v sad… This Is The Way The World Ends Remus’ lycanthropy catches up with him… sobbing/you wouldn’t be well after it

Fic with the least no. of words: a cosy, cute baby Harry fic called Minding Harry - baby Harry being looked after by his family 🥰

Tagging @mollymarymarie @therealrjlupin @theresthesnitch @mppmaraudergirl @missgryffin @mabeltothknows @startanewdream @engie-ivy @artemisia-black @stonecoldhedwig @greyeyedmonster-18 and anyone else who wants to <3333

[pangaeaseas]

4-7 for Sirius please

I already did 7 for Sirius so I'll just do 4-6.

4. Stares at character with most bookmarked fics on my ao3...

Again, some of these I haven't reread for a while as I only recently got back into fic reading so I might not agree with all the characterization now.

Obviously the starting point is brilliant difficulty by @slashmarks. The fic that got me back into HP. God tier. And they are one of the best writers of Sirius, anything they write about him is excellent.

I just discovered this one today but I really like it.

This one made Lilypad my BROTP.

This fic by @artemisia-black GETS that Sirius knew how to play the game, he just didn't want to.

And here's an excellent take on Bring Back Black (trope of all time....) by @slitheringghost

This is a good take on Ginny and Sirius bonding.

And this is a classic and good first war fic.

5. hmmm....soooo many....(I am SUCH a Sirius fan LMAO). Let's see: Sirius was a genuine magical genius and the thing he did to be able to Floo Harry from Grimmauld Place was a genuinely revolutionary magical development. After his death the new method of Flooing he invented was used by the Order to destroy the Floo system to deny it to the Death Eaters.

Had he not gone to Azkaban he might have become an Unspeakable. Before he was sent to Azkaban he worked at a motorcycle repair shop.

6. I've very often seen and enjoyed the headcanon that he learned how to duel from Bellatrix and was remembering their old practice duels at the DoM battle.

@slashmarks headcanons him dating Lily for a while which I can get behind though I generally see him as gay or ace myself.