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alexsays-no · 2 days
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Happy Birthday to one of the man I love the most ♡♡♡
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My light my love ♡
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fourmoony · 3 days
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I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC
thanks for requesting, sweetie!
f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie
You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.
James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.
You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.
You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.
James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.
You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.
Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.
"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.
Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.
"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.
You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.
"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.
You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.
"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.
You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.
"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.
His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."
"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.
James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."
You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."
"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.
"How do you reckon?"
"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.
You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.
"You're sweet."
James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."
"Thanks, Jamie."
He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.
He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.
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Lily/Pandora/Sybill/Regulus: You deserve an award for putting up with me. Mary/Xeno/Peter/James: You are my reward. ~~~~ Barty/Marlene/Sirius: You deserve an award for putting up with me. Evan/Dorcas/Remus: Yeah. You can be a real bitch sometimes.
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not-rab · 2 days
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fic idea ~
it’s nearing 9 years after the Marauders, a popular boyband consisting of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, announced they were taking a ‘break’ to pursue solo careers
less than a month before the Grammys, the guest list was released to the public, displaying all four of the boys as nominees for their individual work
this will be the first time in almost a decade that the whole of the band have reunited to the public eye after their ‘divorce’ as it’s known to fans
what’ll the outcome be?
OKAY I DID SOMETHING
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"Jegulus would never be canon!"
No I know.
"But- you-"
Nothing in this entire fandom has remained Canon since the moment it was put down on paper. Canonically, the marauders and their predecessors live in a world of homophobia racism and hate. canonically? James Potter is WHITE. Canonically? Most of them are dead. Canonically? Peter turned on every one of his closely bound friends.
You wanna talk about canonical? Canonical doesn't exist here. It's a loosely bound concept, quite frankly. And not agreeing with one ship? Sure. Absolutely. Agree to disagree. But using the inconsistencies as an excuse is nothing short of hypocritical.
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed my Ted Talk.
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addsalwayssick · 3 days
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james potter who only bruises after he hits something hard, sirius black who could get flicked and would bruise, remus lupin who bruises like a normal person, and peter pettigrew who doesn’t bruise but gets red where there should be darkness
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olympip · 3 days
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"stop saying 'so marauders coded' every time someone mentions david bowie, can you just appreciate his music for what it is??" the classic rock fan in me: so true the marauders fan in me: this is so remus lupin coded omg anything for our moony haha
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dogstarmoonheart · 17 hours
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So like…. season 3?
about a year ago I started on season 1 so this only seems fitting!
this is a song I made ;) ⬇️
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marauders snapchat s.3 pt.1
I’ve missed this so much.
is it super embarrassing and lame to say that i’ve been busy? work-life sucks :D
another season another season <3 and hey, spring is the season for rebirth! everybody knows that XD
missed you loads SEE YOU SOON
*KISSES* / hazel
I do not own the rights to
any of the original images. They were all taken from Pinterest
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dickmastersfruit · 1 day
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The Noble House
Pairing: James Potter x Black!reader
Summary: After being forced to come home for "business" everything goes terrible as you end up on James living room floor unconscious.
Warnings: use of y/n once, abuse, hurt/comfort, some death thoughts toward the end
Wordcount: 2.2k
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The great hall erupted with voices as the owls descended above the tables quickly dropping letters. A thin white letter with a black stamp was dropped into your hand. You looked at the cursive writing that plagued your mind daily.
You wanted to burn the letter and not read it. You wanted to so badly. You wished you could. You sighed and opened the letter trying to prepare yourself for what you were about to read.
Dear Y/N,
You are being required to come home for the winter break. We have important business to tend to. You will finally have to live up to the black name. If you don not show up again we will be required to use our own forces to get you here
Orion and Walburga Black.
Your eyes scanned down the rest of the Slytherin table before meeting regulus's scared eyes. You couldn't bare to look at him, couldn't bare the hurt in his eyes. Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew what business you had to tend to once home.
You could feel eyes on you and you knew who was looking at you. You also knew that if you met the eyes of your older brother and your boyfriend you would crack. You knew if you looked at them you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that threatened to fall.
Instead what finally made you look up was the fact that the great hall had gone dead silent. You looked around confused before your eyes set on the empty space where James and Sirius had previously been sititng.
Suddenly you jumped as two boys set there hands on your shoulders.
"Lets go" Sirius demanded as everyone stared at the three of you.
You swiftly got up as the the three of you exited the great hall. The minute you left you could hear the sound of chatter start up again.
"What's up" You smiled pretending that everything was fine.
"They want you home don't they" Sirius asked.
You sighed biting your lip. "Yeah, and I can't skip out on it this time".
"Why.. you haven't been home in years" James asked.
You really didn't want to explain. You knew James knew about your home life from the story's Sirius had told him. You also knew that Sirius tended to make them seem happier then they were, not wanting anyone to know the full truth of went on inside those dark walls.
"You don't understand I have to this time... I need to be with Reggie" You started. "Sirius was there when I needed help but Sirius was able to get out completely. Some of us weren't so lucky" You looked over at Sirius who had guilt etched into his face.
"I just hate knowing your gonna be with them and we wont be able to talk to you" James sighed. "What if something happens".
"It wont" You say assuring James as you looked over at Sirius. You both knew you were lying right through your teeth. "It will be fine... just watch. Plus maybe I can sneak you a letter" You smile before leaning up to kiss James cheek.
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The five of you sat in a carriage together barely fitting in the tight space.
"Will you stop that" Sirius groaned kicking your leg as you tapped your foot up and down. You stopped the action and gave him an apologetic smile as the train came to a slow stop.
"Oh god" You whisper seeing your mother waiting for you at the platform with an annoyed look. Her face is sharp and and cold as she stares at the train that has now come to a complete stop.
You, James and Sirius walked off the train together, your hand in James's. Your mother stared down Sirius and James before her gaze moved to your hand. Suddenly she grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them, almost knocking you down in the process.
A few bystanders watched the scene unfold between the black family and the Potter kid.
"Still associating with others less than you i see." She griped, her harsh grip on your wrist never faltering as she scolded you. You rolled your eyes trying to release her grip. Instead it tightened as she pushed you closer to your father who was now walking toward the group.
You rolled your eyes as you watched Regulus walk over. His face was flushed as he gave you a small smile and kept quiet. At least he knew not to say anything, you on the other hand couldn't keep quiet.
"Still being a bitch to everyone i see" You mocked staring at her. You were waiting for some reaction or a foul comment. Instead she smiled down at you and told you to come along as the three of them started walking away.
Your face dropped as you looked at regulus who had started following them. You had a chance to leave right now as nobody was watching you. However by her reaction you knew you were in deep shit and you would end up in more pain if you left.
"I love you" You said to James quickly trying to cover the fear that wanted to be realeased.
"I love you too my pretty girl" He murmured as Sirius faked gagged.
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The house seemed more daunting than ever as you slowly walked in the door. It seemed darker and colder as you stepped through the door. There were groups of people in every corner, there cold glares sending shivers down your spine. There were a few faces you didn't recognize but they clearly knew who you were.
You kept your head down for once, and even when you wanted to talk you had this heavy feeling and no words would come out.
You and Regulus were standing in front of your fathers office waiting for permission to enter. You could hear the voices flowing through the house, but none were loud enough for you to figure out why you had been summoned.
"What do you think he wants" I whisper to Regulus.
Regulus stared at the giant dark oak door not wanting to move a muscle. "I don't know, but it's not good" He started. "I can feel it" He shook his head slowly letting out a deep breath.
Father opened the door and your mother stood right next to him. Her cold glare freezing your body to the point of exhaustion.
"Follow... Now" She demanded walking away as you watch your brother be pulled into the office forcefully.
You were guided to another office. One with large bookshelves and a beautiful fireplace that took up the back wall. There was an emerald green couch, and a coffee table as dark as the night sky. Your mother took a seat on the couch and stared at you.
"What..." You began before a screeching noise filled the house. You looked back at the closed door trying to comprehend what it was.
"Is that" You whispered to yourself. "What are you doing to him" You yell at your mother who sits there with a malicious smile.
"No. No" You yell as you run to open the door. You knew she had locked it but that didn't stop your efforts. You pounded on the door till your hands were red. You could feel the the warm liquid leaking down your hands. The door and your hands began to be painted with blood as you cried and screamed.
You thought you could hear her yells but you could only focus on Regulus screams and the way your hands had gone numb. A sharp pain flooded your head as your mother grabbed you by your hair spinning you around to look up at her.
"Listen to me child" She yelled yanking your hair closer to your scalp, the pain flooding through your body. "You will listen to me" She screamed sending a hard slap to your face.
"No stop get away from me" You sobbed trying to kick at her. Eventually you were able to kick her legs making her harsh grasp leave. You looked around the dark room trying to figure out a way to escape.
You noticed green powder by the fireplace. It was stuffed in a little jar that sat lonely on the floor. She clearly knew your plan as you ran to the other side of the room trying to reach the fireplace in time. You threw yourself into the fireplace not caring about the pain you felt from the bricks.
You watched her pull out her wand as you grab a fistful of floo powder. The powder coated your hands green as your head snapped up to give your mother a last look.
Suddenly she shouted "Crucio"
Your body withered as you felt your heart stop for a moment. As your heart raced the shooting pains wracked your body. Every part of you felt like it was being crushed to death with lightning bolts. Your body writhed as you let out blood curdling screams.
Even though you couldn't move you managed to drop the floo powder hard enough for it to transport you. Your body felt numb as you were thrown out the other side of a fireplace. You took in the smell of pine trees and vanilla and knew you were home.
You were so out of it as you ended up on James living room floor. The only thing you heard was James yelling for help, and the soothing touch of his hands before you fell unconscious.
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The silk sheets grazed your skin as you laid on a bed. The ends of your fingers and the bottom of your legs were numb. You tried to move, but nothing would move as you laid there. You started to freak out and your throat felt tight as you tried to control your breathing. There was nothing you could do. You wished you were dead in that moment.
That was until the warm hands you had learned to love and appreciate touched your arm. You opened your eyes to stare at the beautiful man who wore a sad smile.
"Your ok my love, your home" He whispers. His soothing voice making you melt into the bed. Your breaths slowed as you slowly regained feeling in your body.
"Did they do what I think they did" he asked, his voice shaking with worry.
You remained silent and that alone answered his question.
Regulus's screams replayed in your mind over and over. He was hurt and you knew it, and now there was no way to get him out of there.
"They did it, they gave him the mark" You croaked, your tears spilling faster than a waterfall. "Oh god my Reggie" You sobbed.
James parents and Sirius walked into the room for a checkup. You watched there faces drop and you could see the tears that had stained Sirius's pale skin.
"Oh honey" Mrs. Potter cooed as she walked to the side of your bed opposite of James.
"I have to go back" You declared. The four of them looked skeptically at each other before Sirius scoffed.
"You may hate him, but I dont. Our parents hate us and that's our fault not his" You say loudly. Loud enough that your already sensitive throat made you start coughing like crazy.
You watched Sirius fiddle with his fingers as he just stood there silently. "I want to save him... but I can't" You whispered admitting defeat. In reality you knew that now there was nothing you could do to save him. He was already marked.
"They marked him, and i had to listen" You made eye contact with your brother. He just sighed as he stared at his feet. You could tell he didn't want to admit it but he still cared more about Regulus than he liked to admit.
"Do you mind if I just be alone" You asked looking at Mrs. Potter who was moving your hair behind your ears.
She smiled softly brushing a tear off your cheek. "Well you heard the girl, git" She laughed ushering the boys out.
"Wait James, stay please" You whimper as he started getting up. "I need you here with me".
He nodded sitting back in his chair. he leaned forward placing a kiss on your temple as the two of you were left in the room alone.
"Do you wanna lay down" You ask softly starting to shift over so he could get under the covers with you.
"Oh sweetheart I dont know" He responds hesitantly. His eyes flickering between yours as he rolled his lip between his teeth.
"You wont hurt me, trust me you could never" You assure before he slides under the covers carefully. Trying not to accidently apply too much pressure on any part of your body.
"You can touch me, its ok" You whisper reaching out for his hand. You held his hand in yours slowly bringing it up to your cheek. His warm hands contrasting the coldness of your face.
His other hand slowly came up to the other cheek as he held your face in his warm delicate hands. He moved the dark curl that covered your eye.
"My pretty girl" He whispers with an emotion you can't quite pinpoint. He placed a soft kiss to your pretty pink lips before placing a protective arm around your waist. "I love you" He murmurs.
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im-in-a-love-cult · 3 days
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Remus Lupin is the smallest tall boy ever i can't explain it
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klarolinexluv · 19 hours
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Was reading my own fic on Ao3. The site went down and I was so mad for a second and then I realised I could just open the doc… I’m so fucking stupid
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fourmoony · 2 days
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hey, you could do something with reader telling james (or poly!marauders) that you're pregnant. reader was tense and hesitant about what his reaction would be, as she thought he wouldn't like the idea
thanks for requesting!
f!reader 1k cw: pregnancy
James has his head almost inside the pot of soup on the stove, poking and prodding at it with a wooden spoon as though it may bite him, when you cross through the arched entryway of the kitchen. He turns his head over his shoulder when he hears your socked feet padding across the tiled flooring, glasses fogged up and his smile bright.
"I don't think I did it right." He tells you, forbearing a greeting all together.
His brows hook in the middle when he turns back to the pot, lips pouted just a little. You peek over his shoulder to find a simmering pot of vegetable water and find yourself biting back a smile. Sweet James, your loving and doting boyfriend, always up for a challenge. You don't have the heart to tell him there's entirely too much water and not nearly enough stock in the pot, so you rub his shoulder encouragingly, place a kiss to it, after. "Looks lovely, handsome."
It pulls a warm smile out of your boyfriend, who seems more encouraged by your words than you think he should be. He's so trusting, so loving, leads with his heart and his soul, and nothing else. He puts too much faith in you.
"Remus' never looks like this, but I s'pose thats because he does it in the slow cooker." James placates himself with a shrug, eyes back on the steaming pot.
You hum a mild agreement, pulling yourself up onto the worktop so you're facing James. He likes the company whenever he's cooking. You like the domesticity, the routine, spending time with him whilst completing a task, talking about your day, your friends. It's nice, to be so comfortable with the person you love.
"Did you write down the instructions as he was giving you them? Or are you going from memory?" You ask James apprehensively.
He doesn't reply at first, too occupied with throwing a load of raw potatoes into the pot. They drop to the bottom of the pot with a sickening thud, water splashing over the sides. James winces as a droplet catches the side of his arm and turns to you with a weary look, "From memory. He was going too fast and the landline was crackly."
There's no saving the soup now, so you allow James to continue his ministrations. You'll pretend it's even better than Remus'. Anything for James. Anything to see him smile.
"He said he hopes you're feeling better soon, by the way. Sirius, too." James adds, face dangerously close to the open flame of the gas cooker as he adjusts the heat.
You blanch. You'd mentioned feeling poorly to James yesterday morning, a little tired, a little sick, stiff, the normal beginnings of a cold. The soup makes sense, now. "You asked Remus for his soup recipe because I mentioned feeling a little poorly once?"
James nods, shrugs like it's no big deal.
You've never felt this kind of love before, the kind of care and consideration James has.
"Jamie, I'm not poorly." Your voice is a little unsteady.
You'd wanted to wait, tell him when you'd figured out how you felt about it yourself. Wanted to be sure whether this was something you wanted, something James would want. You know he's a good man, a good person with a massive heart, but you've not been together for as long as you'd have liked, you're not married, there's a list of things that could make James run for the hills and you wouldn't blame him.
But you know him. You know James Potter. He's never ran from anything.
"Well it's too late for that, I've already made the ruddy soup, now." James teases, poking the pudge of your thigh with the tip of the wooden spoon.
"James," You try to garner his full attention, away from the burning vegetable water, "I wasn't poorly."
He frowns, probably trying to pin together the phrase with the way you're acting and comes up with nothing, so he says nothing.
"I'm pregnant."
James doesn't say anything for a minute. You can't read him. Eyes wide, jaw slack, eyebrows lost in the messy tuft of his fringe. Just when you think the silence might choke you, the fire alarm sounds, loud and abrasive. It kick starts your boyfriend's brain and he grabs the nearest tea towel, motioning for you to stay put, and wafts the smoke away from the detector.
After, in the silence that follows, he leans over the kitchen sink and opens the window, turns off the stove.
"When did you find out?" He asks, voice unwaveringly calm.
Your heart slams against your rib cage, scared and begging you to run, "This morning."
James nods, "How do you feel?"
"Nauseous. Confused. Scared."
James softens, crosses the distance between you. His hands are soft on your face when he slots between your legs, eyes swimming with emotion. He smells faintly like OXO stock cubes and his normal cologne as he rests his forehead against yours and heaves a deep breath. "You wanna do this?"
"Only if you do." You answer truthfully.
"I love you, you know that?" His voice comes out hoarse, and you realise he's holding back tears.
Tears spring to your eyes, too, when you nod, "I know."
"There's no one else I'd rather do it with."
Relief washes over you like a bucket of cold water, bringing the air back to your lungs, life back to your heart. You're laughing into the kiss that James presses to your lips, giddy and excited. He presses two gentle pecks there, after, and one to your forehead.
"Holy shit I'm gonna be a Dad." He sounds awed, in disbelief.
You laugh, "Yeah. You are."
"And you're gonna be a Mum."
"That's generally how it works, babe." You say placatingly, thumbs swiping over his rounded cheeks, holding his face in place. His smile is like the sun, bright and blinding. You feel warm all over just looking at it.
"I need to phone Sirius." James announces, turning on his heel to make for the landline.
You shouldn't be surprised, not when Sirius is an extension of your boyfriend's being. So, you simply wait until you can hear James ramming his fingers against the telephone, and dump a couple more stock cubes into the soup.
He can thank you later.
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Lily: You guys are our boys. Marlene: Exactly. We love you guys. Mary: And we don't play favourite. James: Slytherins pranked us while you were gone. Lily, Marlene and Mary, in perfect union: Is Peter okay?
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not-rab · 19 hours
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part one of Music and Memories, a Marauders band AU
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part two
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James' and sirius' borderline codependency was cute. Admirable, even. Until it wasn't.
And the saddest part about it all is even with Remus and regulus around James and Sirius will always gravitate towards eachother. James is hurt? Where's Sirius? Sirirus had yet another nightmare? James' name is the first one past his lips. This drives their respective partners mad. Makes them feel like their affection isn't quite enough. What no one understands is for just how long these boys had only eachother to rely on. James was, at the ripe age of 12 holding Sirius while he slept, getting him to eat after Sirius' mother reached her hands across the dining table, down his throat stealing the appetite right from his stomach. Sirius was the one there to rub james' back when, bless their hearts, his parents weren't quite able to understand the ache in their sons lungs. And it's hard, to come down from that high. When you've found your constant. That one person in the world who with no more than a glance can take the thoughts from your head and sop up the pain in your body with a nod of the head and an "I know" and they love their boyfriends, of course they do. But you can't, no matter how hard you may try, writhe your way between the seems of a bond once made by two scared eleven year old boys. Regulus hated James when he was young, despised him even. Because James took his brother away. James stole Sirius attention the moment he'd walk into the room and now, now regulus hated his own brother for that same reason. Remus knew how much Sirius loved him. But the shame he'd fill with when he had to call James up and ask how to handle his own boyfriend. His whole soul hurt when Remus fought tooth and nail to get that poor boy home from Azkaban and the only request when Remus offered "anything. Anything at all." Was James fleamont potter. Remus even often thought that if Sirius really had to choose between them, when it all boiled down to, Sirius just could not live without james. And Regulus knew that James would throw his whole life away for sirirus. He'd give the very blood from his veins to that man, utterly unbeknownst to the idea that the life he gave sirirus may as well have taken the air from regulus' lungs, because sirirus needed James. Bad, sometimes. But regulus needed him too. And he wasnt always there in that way he so consistently could be for regulus' brother. So when James and sirius fall to their knees in that helpless, tearful way they always seemed to, Remus and Regulus can only stand awkwardly off to the side, offering eachother a sympathetic glance over a bond they will never know, and a sort of love that they will never feel.
And it's no one's fault. Because sirius couldn't trust anyone quite the way he did james, and James couldn't quite explain what that meant in any frequency the others could understand.
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Uhm anyways I hope you cried or something.
Cause I did.
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