Fuck James Potter For Stealing My Husband And Wife. I Hate Your Bisexual Ass! Fuck You! Who Told You

This poll is being ran purely out of curiosity, and I ask that you please specify where exactly you hc James to be from in the comments or reblogs !!

Edit: I forgot to put both south asian or middle eastern bc I'm an idiot who's bad at geography. If you see him as either, please put other and explain which country(ies) you hc him to be from !! Both regions will be included in the next poll I do

_shooting stars, falling objects_ where james only saves snape from the prank because he doesnt want sirius to get expelled

thats my boy 🫶

"James would get mad at Sirius after the prank." Dude, James is high fiveing Sirius, kissing his cheek, and telling him that he loves the way he thinks while asking him nicely not to murder people.

I know I'm late with this. It took me way too long, but I had already startet it and didn't want to wait until next year, so:

here's how I imagine them celebrating James' 65th birthday. Just sitting in the garden with their loved ones, eating cake and having fun. They are alive and old and grey and happy ok!

i can't get over ianthe trying to convince gideon how fucking little she means to harrow by comparing her to corona; that harrow never loved her bc she didn't want to remember her and ianthe herself would never let go of anything coronabeth. love is a revenant; you keep strands of hair and envelopes and a note that says good morning. because you can't help it.

and then we get fucking hit by magnus telling harrow that her burying gideon in her mind is her keeping gideon's things like a lover keeping old notes. that she's stuffed her away in a drawer she can't look at, that her keeping gideon like that is her version of keeping that ripped-up dance card. and it's so cruel for harrow to hear that abigail has to speak up and try to hold him back.

on joints and movies | frat au prongsfoot | 652 words

It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.

It’s the only thing Sirius has been able to think all day. It isn’t fair, on violent repeat in his head, and it isn’t. Just last night, James had been on top of him— James, with his beautiful brown eyes and his soft honey skin and everything else that Sirius is addicted to— and now they’re back to being friends.

It isn’t fair, but it’s the only way it can be. Because for all the drunken nights and kisses and confessions, neither of them are gay. They aren’t. James runs through girls at a pace that is truly impossible to keep up with, and Sirius— Sirius has had sex with girls before, and it’s not unbearable. They seem to like it, at least, always wanting to spend the night and get coffee in the morning, and that’s more than can be said for James.

“Here,” James reaches over his shoulder, offering the joint to Sirius. He’s sat on the floor in front of the couch where Sirius is perched, watching Superbad for what must be the millionth time. One of the sororities had an event tonight that’s left the house mostly empty, and so it’s just the two of them in the living room.

Sirius takes the joint and puts it in his mouth to take a puff. He’s glad James is facing away from him. All day, he’s been putting forth a very concerted effort to not think about the pit in his stomach or the way his heart skips a beat every time James looks at him, but it’s futile, now. All he can think is it’s not fair, and all he can remember is the feeling of James’ fingers wrapped around him.

It might never happen again— maybe that’s what scares Sirius the most. Last night could’ve been the last time James ever touches him, and he’ll have to be at ease with that. This thing wasn’t ever going to last very long, anyway. James will pick one of his girls to start dating, and Sirius will find one that he doesn’t hate very much, and this entire thing will be a faded memory, a dalliance they might laugh over with their wives. 

Except, as his fingers brush James’ handing the joint back, he knows it won’t. Not for him. James is facing away from him, like he always is, and Sirius is melting into the couch. Sirius is being soaked up by the beer-stained fabric, and James doesn’t notice. Sirius is thirty years in the future still clutching on to the memory of James kissing his neck, and James is married with kids who don’t know that he experimented in college. 

By the time the credits roll, Sirius is doing his best to hold back tears. The weed wasn’t a good idea— it makes everything feel worse, every emotion feel amplified. It makes it all feel inescapable: that he can’t keep brushing off what he feels about James, that it means far more than what he’s been telling himself it does, and that none of this changes the fact that it means absolutely nothing to James.

They sit in silence until the screen fades to black, and even then it takes a minute for James to reach for the remote. Once the TV is turned off, James sets the remote back on the floor and turns to Sirius with those big, gorgeous eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Sirius’ heart stutters in his chest, because this is James. This is his best friend, his roommate, his soulmate. James, who isn’t a distant and apathetic love interest— he’s Sirius’ friend. And he’s right there, right in front of Sirius, and he knows that something is wrong.

“Can we talk about it later?”

They won’t, but James agrees. It’s enough, the little admission that there is something. It isn’t fair, but it’s enough.

Do not pity the dead Harry, pity the living, and above all, pity those who believe that Sirius Black was short, stupid, overly dramatic, obsessed with his looks, weepy, couldn't perform regular functions without help, and needed to be protected by his boyfriend

Kittywater date night. Making a collage about the Drak Lord.

toxic prongsfoot bfs where sirius never feels insecure ever (cuz he’s better than everyone, duh) except he only shows it around james (because james is his equal and he matters so it actually means something; also he knows james wont tell anyone cuz hes like sirius’ whipped puppy) and james fucking loves it, gets off on it, cuz it means hes the specialist little boy

sirius *bullying remus about crying*: you wouldn’t see a Black doing that shit

James *recalling back to fifth year when sirius cried about the pressures of being an heir*: pfft, yeah, wimp! hey, sirius. broom closet?

they were dicks in hogwarts, your honour 🙏 they bullied people to impress each other (and to feel worthy of each other)

i dislike remadora because tonks was a young woman who got pregnant then almost abandoned by her much older loser husband (she deserves the world—charliextonks and fleurxtonks are cute give me more shipping ideas pls)

i like remadora becuase its gets in the way of wolfstar and i hate wolfstar

U hate remadora because tonks 'gets in the way' of your ship, i hate remadora because i think the author did a disservice to tonks's character and she deserves better. We are not the same