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Hot Take that’s not actually a Hot Take:
Sirius and James had that type of friendship where everything they say either starts or ends with ‘bro’.
James and Remus had that type of friendship where they like graphically flirt with each other and nobody can tell wether they’re together or not.
James and Sirius are both kind, but in different ways.
James is sweet and kind. He’s loud and makes it known that he’s a nice person (not necessary on purpose, it’s just how he is). He’s all for grand gestures and big moments.
Sirius is stoic and kind. He does little things for people without even expecting them to know it was him. He fixes things and helps out without making a big deal about it, and people only really notice when their oven is actually getting to temperature or their bathroom door no longer squeaks.
James starts fights, Sirius ends them.
James calls the shots, Sirius does the shooting.
James makes the enemy, Sirius holds the grudge.
Fanon keeps making Sirius the one who looks up to James, and I agree with that to an extent, but I think James was the one looking up to Sirius most of the time (James stopped playing with the snitch for Sirius when he wouldn’t for anyone else; you don’t do that if you don’t look up to someone!).
Imagine James who sees Sirius’ many, many piercings and, even though he’s scared of needles, gets his lobes pierced. Imagine James who sees Sirius’ tattoos and gets a little paw print on the inside of his wrist. Imagine James who sees Sirius’ quick wit and sharp tongue and tries to emulate it whenever people are mean to his friends. Imagine James who sees Sirius leaving his tie undone and starts doing that, himself. Imagine James who sees Sirius and wants to be like him, so effortlessly cool and funny and handsome.
James Potter who knows how to take care of long hair. He learned how to properly section and brush it, how to braid, how to make a bun, how to trim split ends, how to pick the right products, how to clean it, how to take care of curls, all of it. Lily doesn’t understand— his hair is constantly a mess and he only uses high-end product because his dad makes it. Then, she walks into the dorm towards the end of seventh year to see him sitting on a bed, a very disheveled Sirius in front of him, slouching and half-dead looking, while James gently brushes out his freshly-washed, mid-back length hair.
James, being the amazing friend and brother he is, learned how to take care of hair because he knows how much Sirius’ hair means to him, but he gets depressed sometimes and can’t do it, himself.