hannah

not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.

neil punching the shit out of riko and wymack having to drag him off

neil repeatedly wanting to hit someone but not allowing himself because he was trying to stay low profile

neil getting back from evermore, realising riko tattooed him, and immediately attempting to carve the tattoo off his face with a knife

neil fantasising about stomping andrews face in at columbia

neil being experienced with guns

neil specifically liking exy because its aggressive and violent

neil grabbing the racket at thanksgiving with the intention of using it as a weapon, then asking for it back after

“Stop.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“I told you not to look at me like that.”

Me: I'm listening

The post: ...before he fell for Remus

It was inconclusive because when his other friends find out about it they tell him it doesn’t count because EVERYONE is attracted to Remus. Sirius, Peter, all the girls agree. Even the girls solely attracted to women are like yeah I’d fuck him.

So James (who never leaves anything incomplete) goes and fucks Sirius about it. Prongsfoot would have the most disgustingly romantic and sweet sex IDGAF. The foreplay would probably be them rolling around and wrestling and beating the shit out of each other though.

But James would literally prep Sirius so sweetly. Like whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Once he’s inside he’d be overwhelmed with how much love he has for Sirius. He probably cums a little fast cause of it.

He’s definitely attracted to men.

When Regulus stopped talking to him, he went to James.

When he needed a home for the holidays, he went to James.

The Potters called him their second son.

​For ten years, "home" was wherever James was.

​And then, on October 31st, he stood in the wreckage of a cottage in Godric's Hollow.