My Remus Is Soooo Mid That He Would Have Invented The Word Mid If He Wasnt So Mid At Being Mid Too

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.

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.

me when prongsfoot is my fav ship but i get sad whenever jily divorce/arent together

My toxic trait is that it's very hard for me not to make jily endgame despite being a multishipper

jilypad!!

sunshine-james potter has a special place in my heart, but asshole-to-everyone-except-sirius james potter is my drug

the marauders as one perfect found family friend group has my heart, but codependent toxic prongsfoot popular duo with the two loner cowards that follow them around is my drug

yes, they could bully snape because he was a slimy DE creep, or they could bully him mostly cuz they were bored

i want more fics from james/sirius hogwarts age pov where theyre rich, handsome, intelligent assholes who do whatever the fuck they want cuz they are told by everyone constantly that they own the world so damn anyone who tries to stop them from taking it

a sirius that doesnt regret “the prank” and a james that doesnt get angry at sirius for pulling it

sure they mature later on, and have generally always had their heads straight about important issues like blood supremacy and voldemort, but its still fun to duel DEs and its still funny to piss off their collegues and bosses and life is oh so boring if you take anything too seriously

i want more fics where peter betrays them because prongsfoot peaked in highschool and voldemort was simply the bigger, scarier fish in the pond

more fics where remus was a sad old man who married a woman half his age, abandoned his friend’s orphan son, and tried to run away from his own pregnant wife. remus who thought his own friend was a double agent for voldemort and accused him of betraying his best friend

i trust walter a far as i can throw him (which is not at all, despite the weightlifting i’ve been doing)

while he is right about how the yellowjackets treat misty—they are shit friends—it’s not his place to say. the healthy response would be to go “hey misty, i really care about you, and i i don’t like that your friends don’t seem to check up on you. maybe touch base with them?”

but that’s not what he does. walter takes the manipulative approach: your friends are fake, i’m the only one who cares about you, i’ve done so much for you, what have your ‘friends’ ever done for you? he’s trying to isolate her from her peers and make misty reliant on him, the stranger she met a few weeks ago who seems way too eager to kill people for her

i don’t think he gives a fuck about misty. i’m not sure what his goals are, whether as a citizen detective he wants to solve the mystery of the yellowjackets, whether he knows someone who didn’t survive, whether he’s a hired pi, or a serial killer, etc…

all i know is he is not to be trusted

Sirius and Marlene naked, chilling in bed after a good round of devil's tango while smoking and looking at the ceiling

Marlene: You would hit James, wouldn't you?

Sirius: Yep.

Marlene: Great. Take him away from Lily for one day, would you?

Sirius, turning to kiss her: Bet.

prongsfoot with james as the cav and sirius as the necro

he pulls a harrowhark after james dies

saint of hubris or courage

no longer sorting my blorbos by hogwarts house or deity parent or whatever. instead taking every duo I’ve ever obsessed over and deciding who would be necromancer and who would be cav and most importantly what would their epithet be if they became lyctors

Combining my two favorite things to ease my brain through it’s love of prongsfoot but desperate NEED for a jily endgame and saying that prongsfoot mutually breaks up because James comes out to sirius as transfem. Sirius is like “oh great now we have to break up!” And James is like mildly scared that he’s transphobic but sirius is like “I’m GAY!” and then they’re besties again and wlw jily ensued

here’s lesbian luke, cuz he was serving femme realness in those chanel boots

dinluke is butchfemme spread the word !!

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Dykes

happy lesbian visibility week; i made obiwan and anakin butch