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So we (darknesshasdrainsrealslytherinchick & me) were talking about how amazing a Teen Wolf & Marauders crossover would be, like:

  • Scott McCall meeting James Potter and they become cool friends because hello he can turn into a werewolf and James into a stag
  • James making Remus meet Scott so that he can give him his Werewolf Jesus speech about how he is good enough and he had nothing to prove because he’s just so cool
  • James learning lacrosse
  • Stiles being annoyed because James looks good and is EXCELLENT AT LACROSSE
  • ”Scott, I don’t trust Sirius, he’s sarcastic AND good-looking: not A GOOD COMBINATION!”
  • They’re all taken with her because ‘She’s a fox! Trickster! Like us!’ and she’s just taken aback with all the attention
  • Peter the rat following the gang around and later becoming Peter Hale’s right hand man
  • Allison teaching the gang how to use a bow and shoot a few arrows; Lily from then on threatening anyone that annoys her with her newfound love for archery
  • Lily gushing over Kira and being besties with all the girls
  • Malia not understanding anything so she just snarks around with Sirius
  • Sirius and Lydia fighting over who’s hotter
  • Stiles being the sarcastic welcome wagon like image
  • Scott and Stiles going to find a dead body and somehow the Marauders ending up with them because where Mischief calls there the Marauders be

I am ALL ABOUT the James/Scott brotp. Those two noble bastards would save the entire town simply because they could.

And you KNOW Lily and Lydia had at least one deep conversation in which literally no one else knew what they were talking about.

And Remus is just so relieved to find a pack of werewolves (and foxes and coyotes and banshees) that work to protect people, who can control (for the most part) their wolfish tendencies during the full moon, and are accepted and valued by those who know about them.

Remus not feeling like such a monster because of Actual Werewolf Jesus. If Scott can be a leader, a good person AND a monster, then maybe Remus can be all those things, too.

Sirius flirting with Lydia just to rile Stiles, then turning around and flirting with Stiles, just to keep them all wondering.

Peter going along with Scott to help give peptalks to werewolves who are struggling to control the change. He tries to help, but he’s awful at it. Scott keeps letting him tag along, though, because his heart’s in the right place.

Derek absolutely hating Sirius because the sarcastic, tragic-backstory, hottie mchotpants thing is HIS thing.




Jily Week: Day 5 (August 1st), Prompt: Music or Dates

"We haven’t been on a date in a while." Lily thought aloud, her head turned on the pillow so she could see James. He looked back at her with incredulity on his face.

"That’s what you’re thinking about when we just finished having sex five minutes ago?" His tone was as astounded as his expression and Lily rolled her eyes, taking his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah. It’s just a thought. What are you thinking about five minutes after sex?”

"Round two." James shrugged, nonchalantly, and Lily snorted.

"I didn’t realise it was mating season." She said, sarcasm lacing her words.

"Very funny." They fell silent for a while, James looking up at the ceiling as Lily watched his chest rise and fall.

"I was only thinking about it because it’s true. We haven’t been on a date in a while.” James rolled onto his side to face her, a soft smile on his lips.

"I remember when you would rather date the giant squid than date me." James laughed softly and Lily felt herself blush. She waited for him to continue, not letting him get away from the thought of a date. "This could be a date." At that Lily raised her eyebrows. Wanting to show her what he meant, James rested a hand on his waist, prompting her to meet his eyes again. "We had dinner, didn’t we? And a lot of dates end in sex.  This could be a date.”

"We had dinner with our ten month old son and then we put the same son to bed, after changing his nappy. Twice. Not really romantic.”

"But the sex was date worthy right?" James winked and Lily punched him in the shoulder. Resigned to not getting her point across, Lily pulled the duvet up to her neck snuggling down for warmth. Her husband pouted - she presumed because he could no longer see her boobs - and poked her stomach.

"I just think it’d be nice to go on a date. A proper date." She added when James opened his mouth to protest.

With a sigh, James moved closer to Lily beneath the duvet, wrapping his arms around his waist completely and pulling her towards him. Their legs tangled together and he pressed his forehead to hers, rubbing his nose gently against hers until she smiled.

"Lily?" He whispered.


"Will you go on a date - a proper date with me?”

"It depends." Lily bit back a smirk at his exaggerated look of hurt.

"On what?"

"On what the date would involve."

"Well…" James titled his head away from hers, training his eyes on the ceiling in an attempt to look like he was thinking hard about something. "What I had in mind was… sneaking into the village with the cloak, going to the pub, getting a drink or two, we could even apparate to the nearest town with a cinema. So, how about it?" He looked back at her, glad to see an amused look in her eye.

"Sounds like something a twelve year old would think of so no points for originality," she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, "but yes, it’s a date." She kissed him again, properly, and James relaxed into the slow and lazy kiss.

"I love you." He whispered when they paused for a moment and the smile Lily gave him then told him that he’d come up with a thousand different dates, just to see her look that happy.

the sexy smiles of james potter (yes they have names)





the smirk

the sly smile

the shy smile

the half grin

the shit eating grin

the i just got off my broomstick and i love flying smile

the angelic idk what you’re talking about minnie grin

the smarmy bastard

the i’m trying to seduce you and i know it’s not working but can i have some firewhiskey anyway pls rosmerta

the arrogant toerag

the i am reformed but sometimes he’s still lurking smirk

the i just won a quidditch match

the we just won the quidditch cup

the unabashedly happy no bullshit toothy grin

the i am going to grimace and bear the shit i’m getting b/c i’m head boy

the seduction of old ladies to get my way placating smile

the can’t stop laughing dimple in the cheek boyish grin

the holy fuck did she just flirt with me

boyish grins okay? with dimples.

the fangirling smile when his favorite song comes on

the holy fuck did she just snog me disbelieving smile

the holy fuck we just snogged for three hours and i can’t feel my lips

the my girlfriend is fantastic and just got me off lazy one side upturned smile

the holy fuck we just fucked contended, satiated smile

the holy fuck she loves me unabashedly happy grin

the waking up with her in his arms eyes closed mouth upturned at the corners sleepy smile

the she said yes

the this is my kid and i am so proud

the he said dada first so there

and so many more but do you see my problem guys?

prongsvssquid i just found this post b/c someone liked it and i had forgotten about it but jjjjaaaaammmmmeeesssssssss and i am formally requesting that you give up your actual real life goals and draw our (your) james doing every single one of these


i would LOVE to do this i’m officially adding it to my to-do list of drawings

this would actually be a really good art exercise for me as well



it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here

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