sons rebelled

play the bugle, play the taps and make your fathers proud raise your rifles to the sky boys fire that volley loud James Potter, 17, louder than a lion and certainly more handsome.

[mxschievous]

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A global blackout has crippled the globe, our muses who were lovers online must face all perils to find one another from across continents and seas.

Note: Idek wth this AU is but I like it and fuck yeah I’m writing it because it’s Sirius/James, why the hell not. We all know they’d be lovers in another life. 

—— Though the streets lacked light, it filled itself with the panicked voices of ordinary citizens. They came to each other for support during this blackout, creating survival plans just in case the blackout decided it should stay for the long run. 

James watched blankly from his second story window. Though everything physically lacked light, something else was missing. 

Perhaps it was the buzz of his phone in pocket that he missed - indicating a new message. Or the cheerful ping of a new Skype notification, to be followed by a requested video chat. All signs that made James…happy, either jumping to reach his computer, or pulling out his phone and eagerly reading the sent message. 

He tapped his fingers unconsciously on the bulge of his pocket, where his phone hid, knowing it was no longer useful, at least not in the current situation. Some part of him, some shallow part that threatened to reveal itself onto James’s surface, wished that it would vibrate with a new text notification. 

[ If only just to say that he was o k a y. That he was safe & sound. ]

And there’s a painful tug in James’s chest as he attempts to remember Sirius’s smile - his grand smile that never faltered when they were video chatting. James manages a smile himself when he recalls how his lover had winked at him, and he nearly swooned at the action (nearly, because as much as James loved Sirius, he would never allow Sirius to see how much power he truly had over him, and how weak at the knees he had James become ever since he caught sight of that unreal, godlike hair, flowing from his skull like an actual angel’s). 

The man was handsome, he’ll leave it at that. Not only so, but strangely comforting. Should a strand of his hair fall into his face during a video chat, James often thought of pushing it back behind his ear, before he would remember that a computer screen acted as their barrier and that there would never be any real physical touch. 

And now, it could actually be never. 

He pursed his lips and shut his eyes. There was a deep gnawing within his chest that had him want to crawl into a corner ——  he had to know that Sirius was okay. He didn’t have to see him again (though that’d be preferable) ——  he just had to know. Perhaps he could share a last thought with him as well. They were kindred spirits, always thinking alike - it was one of the reasons James had been drawn to him. No one ever quite understood James and his mischievous antics. It was always “James! Stop that noise!” or “James! You’re so bloody obnoxious!” That is, until Sirius came along. 

His saving grace, Sirius was. And in this time of literal darkness, James was certain that Sirius was the light in it all, as he always would be. 

[simplyxmoony-deactivated2015013]

Reaching up he rubbed a hand over his face and shook his head while trying not to laugh. “Oh yes, pure jealousy. Because that’s what I want, to be in charge of all the prefects and planning all the events and such. Have fun with all that.” Remus laughed knowing that James was going to have a hell of a time being Head Boy. “Nahh I ate earlier with Marlene, then I went to the kitchen and stole some food so I wouldn’t be hungry later on. Oh no you can have the title of stealing other people’s food all to yourself, well unless Sirius ends up doing the same thing.”

[mxschievous]

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, mate," said James through a mouthful of food. It could be a bad thing, he supposed, but he wanted to appear optimistic –– no more of that dull, teenage sulking that had ruled him during all of sixth year. Besides, organizing Hogsmeade trips so that it fit his own schedule could be a benefit. "Stealing food from the kitchens? Doesn't that make you a food thief then? 

[simplyxmoony-deactivated2015013]

Walking back towards the hall and smiled as he took note of the students that were still wondering around. Licking his lips he scanned the area for James or Peter. He had caught up with Sirius earlier and was currently looking for the last two Marauders. Scanning the hall he chuckled to himself as he spotted James sitting at a foreign table reaching for some food. Walking over he placed his hands on his mates shoulders before taking a seat beside him. “And what in the bloody hell are you doing over here oh great wonderful Head Boy?” He asked with a small smile and silent laugh.

[mxschievous]

There was something about the chicken that made it taste a lot better than that of his own table; perhaps it was the sheer fact that it wasn't his to take. Before he could ravage the Yorkshire pudding taunting him from across the table, there were hands on his shoulders, causing him to jolt. 

His mouth still full, he turned to see none other than Remus. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone, Moony?" James chuckled at the ridiculousness - he knew his friend had not a trace of jealousy within him, though he couldn't help teasing. "Eating. Have you come to do the same? Sooner or later, we'll be known notoriously for not only our pranks, but for stealing others' food." Grinning despite all the food in his mouth, he offered Remus a drumstick. 

[mxschievous]

–– He appeared as a giddy child, a slight skip among his steps as he wondered the hall aimlessly. The chatter amongst the room was loud enough so that he couldn't hear his own nonchalant whistling, but it didn't matter to him - he wasn't entirely sure he could whistle correctly anyway. 

His eyes scanned over to the tables, watching as food reappeared for the others - and yet, his own area at the Gryffindor table was empty as ever. Perhaps the elves were getting tired of replacing the Marauders' food after five minutes, knowing the rate at which they eat. No matter, James had thought, there was plenty other food to go around; he only must find someone willing to share. 

Eying some roast chicken to his right, he settled (more like jumped, really) abruptly onto the empty seat of the foreign table. Reaching across the person sitting besides him, he grabbed a generous heap of the chicken, smiling widely. "Don't mind, do you? The elves have given up on us Gryffindors and I haven't had a chance to have a drumstick."

[herroyaldarkness]

Without looking, put a number between 1-42 in my ask box! [grab bag edition]

So you all know how these go, below the cut is a list of 42  RP prompts that came to me. If you’re feeling extra brave, reblog without looking! This list has a nice mix of shippy, non-shippy, fluffy, cracky, angsty, nsfw, and sfw and such forth. Who knows what you’ll get?  *Also gender and sexuality neutral!

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[unforgivablehq]

Alecto hovered by the staircase outside the hall. She had lost her brother in the crowds filing out and she lookd around for him now, wondering if he had gone on without her. Someone brushed against her side and Alecto, turned around to them, never one to let things go.  ”Oh— Perhaps you should look where you’re going.” Her voice was laced with venom, although her face did not give much away, and she hadn’t even stumbled.

[unforgivablehq]

[mxschievous]

There was a sort of pep to James's walk - a tiny bit of a jump between steps, if you will - that was caused by a good amount of optimism within the lad. Quite the opposite from the year before, where James sulked around the Great Hall during the first feast and rushed up to the dorms as quickly as possible. However, tonight, he urged his mates to go on without him, as he needed to have a chat with dear ol' Headmaster about his recent Head Boy appointment. 

All that said and done, James headed towards the Entrance Hall, his hand sneaking into his robe as he did so. He pulled out the map ever so slightly so as just to take a peek - but before he could, there was a bump to his side and he jolted backwards, head shooting up. His hands scrambled to stuff the map back in hiding. 

He heard the voice before he saw the face, and there was not a doubt within him that it belonged to Alecto Carrow. 

"Sorry, miss," he said, a teasing emphasis on the word miss. "Perhaps you shouldn't linger around the Hall then, yeah?" For fun, he added — "Don't be out too late, young lady." Grinning widely, he pointed at the Head Boy badge pinned onto his robes. "I'll have you for it."