I Got Nona

don’t cut off the hardest line: “or hide in the closet”!!

james talking to sirius, and loving him unconditionally. prongsfoot for the winners. i love my babies so much. it actually HURTS.

abt kittywater: YOU GET IT! oml. idgaf abt umbridge and hate current fanon reg (how majority portray) but like kittywater needs to become more popular just to watch those people be upset and when they try to explain their biases (misogyny) is revealed. still waiting for a long fic covering a kitty water slowburn and just popular fics that become so niche and referenced. this isn't just a ship for me at this point

exactly !!! canon umbridge backstory is soooo explainable too. squib brother, muggle mother, poor father. she was ashamed of her family and her own failures to become head girl. so she hustled succeeded at her career before 30. she needs to make sure everything is right and perfect.

she hates harry because hes a rich, smart, successful, famous, pureblood at only 15 and he doesnt give a single crap—hes willing to throw it all away and upset the social order to spread fear and rumours that voldemort is back. voldemort being back is NOT perfect or safe.

of course she’d want to tie herself to regulus: he’d be the perfect cover for her lie about her blood status. hes the golden child to a famous, powerful, rich, pureblood family. the blacks are severe and perfect and structured. she could be proud of her family if she was a black. she’d be safe from blood supremacists if she was a black.

as for reg, we don’t have much canon information, but he was a voldy fanboy so Dolores touting on about blood status and ambition all the time would catch his attention, especially when she starts simpering after him and appreciates his love for kreacher (house elves are basically cats. right?) who is his one true love.

creative writers know the frustration of writing the most robotic, professional essay ever only to be told there’s still “way to much style and voice”

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!

for the fandom that loves drarry and jegulus, and complains that the female characters (and sapphic ships)—specifically lily evans—dont get enough love, theres barely any noise for narcissa x lily

the slytherinxgryffindoor, black family drama, foils whos love for their sons saved the wizarding world

black cat, rich girl and academic weapon muggleborn bond over their estranged sibling dynamics and want for a family to protect and love

the tension between present narcissa and snape (especially when she has him form an unbreakable vow to protect her son) when they both wanted lily but fumbled it to protect themselves

the angst when draco comes home complaining about the potter boy—who, just like in narcissa’s life, lily is hidden within, not in surname but in the eyes and the heart.

the extra weight it puts on the scene where narcissa defies Voldemort in telling him that harry is dead. my son is safe so i will give you the same favour, lily.

both lily and narcissa marrying into families notoriously loud and opposing on the wizengamot—marrying young to the pretty and popular, but also asshole boys from school

narcissa watching draco complain about how harry is dating the cool jock, and then much later watching her son mourn his dead lover

rotating john gaius in my head and how he is both a coloniser and a victim of colonisation and how, when presented with the opportunity to rebuild all of society from the ground-up, chose not to model it after his own oppressed culture, but instead after an aesthetic VERY CLOSELY ASSOCIATED WITH WHITE SUPREMACY (neoclassicism), and how his daughter is the only thing in his entire, expansive empire that he named in his language in ten thousand years, and how he perpetuates the cycle he himself was a victim of. tearing my hair out tazmuir WHEN I GET YOU

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

I fucking hate the "James hates Sirius after the prank" trope. I'm sorry but there's NOTHING Sirius could do that would make James hate him. James would probably kiss Sirius and praise his great prank idea. These two will never abandon each other and that's it.

things we know from the Humpty Dumpty rhyme:

- he fell from a wall

- the king sent an entire cavalry to his aid

- he could not be fixed

- the horses were trusted with trying to fix HD

things we can assume:

- HD ate a shit ton of apples prior since a grand total of zero doctors were called to help

- horses have sentience and intelligence in this world, as well as opposable thumbs

- HD is a prince, since he was so valuable to the king, but also had the leisure time to sit atop a great wall

things we can’t assume but we did anyway for some reason:

- HD is a giant talking egg

first canon sapphic yj couple 🫶 you will always have a place in my heart