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autistic james fleamont potter headcanons
high masking
worries a lot about being "too much" for people
likes being outside to calm himself down, especially when he's getting overwhelmed
deeply empathetic, especially with people he knows well, but unsure how to comfort people even if he was the one to ask them if they're okay
uncomfortable if he's not in constant motion but scared to stim around people he doesn't know well (for years the only people he's comfortable enough around other than his parents are the other marauders + lily)
has a pile of fluffy blankets he brought from home on his bed because the soft texture calms him down. he likes being wrapped up in it
his special interest is marine biology
after he becomes friends with regulus & the skittles he often sits in their common room to look out the windows into the black lake (he becomes friends with the selkies)
for his birthday in his second year, lily gave james a pair of muggle noise cancelling headphones because she noticed he got overwhelmed in loud places sometimes. this is when he becomes more comfortable not masking around her
gets told "you don't look/act autistic" a lot when he tells people. he laughs it off but it always feels like a punch to the gut
the only people allowed to touch him when he's overwhelmed are mary and lily, they just run their fingers through his hair (which helps ground him)
sometimes has trouble telling if people are joking and takes them seriously, which has caused him to be teased on multiple occasions
hates when people stand up for him after he's teased (he'd rather stand up for himself) but never says so because he's scared of seeming ungrateful (mary knows anyway)
his favorite feeling is curling up with regulus and a fluffy blanket after he's tired himself out talking about his special interest <3 (regulus thinks it's adorable)
90% of his shirts have sea creatures on them. one of his favorites is a shirt with a turtle on it that peter gave him for his 16th birthday
his favorite animals are sea turtles and octopi, he would love my octopus teacher
if i have more i'll add them later :)
#hp fandom#harry potter fandom#hp#marauders era#james potter#jegulus#lily evans#mary macdonald#mwpp#autistic james potter#autism#neurodiversity
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Sirius: why are you here?
Regulus: Remus texted me and said James got hurt. So I brought watermelon and flowers.
Sirius: …why?
Regulus: James loves watermelon and flowers *duh*
James: *hugs watermelon and flowers while crying a little less*
#Sirius is probably offended that his brother knew something he didn’t#Regulus knows stuff#autistic james potter#marauders modern au#jegulus#marauders#wolfstar#marauders fandom#marauders incorrect quotes
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*James talking about his special interest*
Reg: oh wow- ur actually- i mean your tits are huge but ur super smart
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Someone to Care
Jegulily minific
Autistic James has a shutdown and is comforted by his boyfriend and girlfriend.
tw: self injurious thoughts, autistic shutdown, dissociation
The Gryffindor common room was packed. It was filled to the brim with sweaty, excited bodies, languid with liquor, and alight with victory. The Quidditch team had won their fifth game in a row this season, and everyone had thought it the perfect occasion for celebration.
Normally, James would agree with them, but right now, he was drowning.
James took in a deep lungful of air, trying to calm himself, but he regretted it immediately. The air was stale and sour with sweat and breath. It seemed that everyone in the bloody school had come to celebrate with them, save for the Ravenclaw team who'd lost that day. James could feel the swirling tendrils of energy building in his chest, clawing at his insides and begging to escape.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to run, and throw things, and smash everything in sight. He wanted to destroy and ruin. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to hit himself. God, he wanted to hit himself. Just a little punch to his head or his thigh. Maybe bang his head against the wall while he was at it.
Anything to stop feeling like this.
He was ready to crawl out of his skin because the music at this party was too loud, and everyone kept talking to him. How 'bout that win, Potter? And Great game! And Where'd you learn that trick you did in the last quarter? He had to smile and nod and engage in conversation all the while pretending that the flashing lights weren't hurting his eyes, and the music wasn't pulverizing his brain, and the unbearable heat of the common room wasn't suffocating him.
But he couldn't react. People didn't like it. They didn't like it when he complained or cried. They would just call him an attention seeking prat like always.
"Alright, James?" Frank frowned at him, looking at him strangely.
They were mid-conversation and James couldn't keep still. The intense energy in his body continued to grow, and James just nodded his head, trying his best to look like he was still listening to whatever Frank was saying.
But James' breathing was going wonky, and he could feel his hands starting to shake, so he shoved them in his pockets. He wanted to sink to the floor and sob. He wanted to shout for everyone to shut up for one bloody second.
But he was the optimist, the ray of sunshine. People depended on him to look at the glass half full. James had to be okay because he was always supposed to be okay. Right?
The awful pressure increased to a level that James feared he wouldn't be able to contain. The buzzing energy climbed up his chest and into his throat, tearing him apart. Just when he was positive he would burst, a dizzying fog washed over his brain, making his entire body go weak.
He needed to sit down. He needed to sit down right now, or he would collapse. James felt distant remorse for leaving a confused and annoyed Frank behind mid-conversation, but he was too weak and too far away in his brain to fully care.
James collapsed into an armchair, staring unseeingly down at the floor, feeling like he would never move again for the rest of his life. His body was leaden, an anchor at the bottom of the ocean.
People kept walking past, patting his shoulder and asking if he was okay, but he could only shake a half-hearted thumbs up in their direction. He wanted to tell everyone that no, he was not okay. He felt like he was drowning, dying, trapped in his mind, subjected to the continued torture of the heat and the lights and the noise.
But he couldn't speak. Just the thought of producing words was exhausting. He wanted to tell everyone to just stop talking to him and leave him alone, because their voices hurt. Why did everyone have to speak so loudly? But when he tried to talk, pain wrapped around his heart and squeezed, as if he would die if he uttered a single word, so he gave up on that altogether.
Soon, people assumed he was being an attention seeking prat yet again and left him be. They muttered under their breath about how dramatic James was. But how could he be looking for attention when all he wanted was to be alone?
He didn't know how long he sat there wishing for this nightmare to end, when he felt two cold hands gripping tightly to his wrists. The touch was immediately calming because it was firm with decisive pressure, and cool enough to take away the edge of his feverish skin.
"I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" A soft voice intoned. "Lily's gone to make sure the room is ready for you."
Regulus.
Regulus was here, and he was going to be okay.
James wanted to sink into Regulus' arms and his grounding touch, but he still couldn't move. So, he simply hoped the boy knew how grateful he was. Regulus muttered something under his breath, and an invisible barrier descended around them. A personal silencing charm just around James' armchair.
James felt such relief at the quiet, that a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek.
"I know, mon soleil," Regulus tutted. His boyfriend wiped his tear away with a firm hand and pressed his palm against James' face. If James could have leaned into the touch, he would have.
James heard rather than saw Lily join them. The task of processing his surroundings was too great, so he couldn't look up at her, unable to move his gaze from the spot on the floor.
"Everything's ready, Jamie," Lily murmured, careful not to disturb the silence. His boyfriend and his girlfriend always knew what to do when he got like this.
"Can you stand?"
James gave a jerky nod. Regulus and Lily supported either side of him and helped him shuffle towards the stairs. He must have looked in a right state, having to be pulled along like that. The world was still too far away for him to notice, but he heard his two partners dismissing everyone's concerns.
With their help, James stumbled up the stairs to his dorm. Sirius, Peter, and Remus were still partying, so it was quiet, especially with Lily's silencing charm keeping out the raucous noises of the party.
Lily had dimmed the lights, casting the room in a gentle glow. The tension in his shoulders unraveled slightly. Lily had set up silencing charms round his bed too, so he wouldn't have to hear his mates stumbling in later that night. She'd also put up his favorite galaxy charm above his bed. She knew it calmed him to watch the swirling stars.
Regulus laid down first on the bed, dragging James into the cradle of his arms and legs. Then, Lily laid directly on top of him, Regulus wrapping his arms around them both and squeezing tight. James instantly relaxed, feeling buoyed and supported by the steady pressure of them.
They laid there for some time, allowing James' mind to quiet and the clawing energy in his body to settle. Lily ran her fingers through Regulus' hair, while pressing firm kisses to James' collarbone, while Regulus held tightly to both of them, fingers stroking Lily's side.
Finally, James began to come out of it. He still couldn't speak, but he could move easier and at least make noises. And the first noise out of his mouth was a sob.
Lily and Regulus sat up, knowing that James could handle a gentler touch now. They ran soothing hands over him, brushing his hair back from his face and stroking his tear streaked cheeks.
"Baby, it's okay," Lily murmured, wiping his tears away. "We've got you. Let it out."
And James cried harder, glad to have the permission to let go. Regulus dragged his nails up and down James' back, whispering soothing words in French. Even though James didn't understand, Regulus knew that he liked hearing him speak French anyway. Lily peppered kisses over his face and ran her hands through his hair, and he knew he was safe.
But James still had an urge to hit. He could hit himself. Just a little. Just to make himself feel better. He raised his hand to smack the side of his head, but Lily and Regulus pushed his hand away.
"No, mon soleil. Not that."
"We don't want you hurting yourself, Jamie."
He cried in protest, but they guided him to punch the mattress, which he did until he felt better. James punched the bed and cried, loud and ugly, all the discomfort he'd felt for the past few hours bubbling to the surface.
Slowly, he calmed, sobs subsiding into little whimpers, and his partners held him through it. After, he felt exhausted and boneless, all the energy and stress zapped from him. Lily and Regulus laid him back onto the pillows, snuggling close.
James tucked his nose into Lily's throat, breathing in the scent of her, and Regulus curled around his back. He blinked up at the galaxy swirling above them, feeling safe and supported by the two people he loved.
He couldn't speak now, but in the morning, James would thank them. He would tell Regulus and Lily how much he loved them and how much he appreciated them for helping him through this. He knew they would wave away his gratitude, but James felt it overtake his heart. He knew how lucky he was to have people to take care of him. He sighed, and his eyes fluttered, growing closer to sleep.
He loved Regulus and Lily. And he was so grateful to have them.
#autistic james potter#james potter#regulus black#lily evans#jegulily#jegulily fluff#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders fluff#hurt/comfort#autistic shutdown#fanfiction#fanfic#oneshot#autistic regulus black#jegulus#tuesdaywrites
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So many people hc James as bipolar and some write bipolar James but don’t give him trauma?? I want to say that is AUTISM. You’re making him autistic. Bipolar and Autism line up in a lot of ways, the difference is one is trauma based and one is born with. Btw you can have both but stop telling me your James is bipolar and not give him any trauma 😀
#bipolar james potter#autistic James Potter#james potter#I wanna throw my phone when ppl don’t understand this#the marauders#help plz#i have both#lololol
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I love the idea that James is autistic. And the angst of him trying to mask it from the other marauders.
It fits well with the headcannon that he was so fixated on Lily too because of how people with autism fixate/struggle to let go of the particular and domestic way they imagine life, particularly autistic males. Like, one day he thought Lily would be his wife and they would have a couple children, maybe a dog or a cat and he would be an auror; they would live in a nice house with a big garden and the marauders would visit every couple of days and his kids would call them all their uncles and since the first time he had that thought there was no going back for him.
I can imagine autistic James’ reaction to WolfStar would initially be negative. Not because he was against them being together or anything (and not that Remus or Sirius realised that) but because it was a big change he wasn’t expecting and his brain just didn’t like that.
I think along with it would come an ADHD side of James too. Him being somewhat hyperactive and mischievous just kinda fits. Mix the two together and you’d get a James that still loves pranks but has fixated morals that he’s stubborn to let go of and for me it just makes sense.
#autism#autistic james potter#wolfstar#jily headcanon#siriusxremus#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#marauders#peter pettigrew#harry potter#adhd#adhd james potter
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"Shall we go to honeydukes, then? We can go back to school after and I'll go to the kitchen with you. It's too cold here, isn't it?"
"It really is…" James opened his mouth, but closed it again, not saying anything.
“What?”
“Can we just go back to school?” He asked in a small voice. “I’m not feeling well here.”
“Of course we can, James. We’ll go to the kitchen and we’ll have whatever you want to, and if you want to do something after eating, then we will. Whatever you want.”
“For now, I’d really like a kiss,” he smiled. “I’m still not sure whether I like it or not, I think I should try again.”
“Smooth, Potter,” Regulus laughed, but didn’t think twice before kissing him again.
James’ mouth is undoubtedly the eighth world wonder.
#marauder era#harry potter marauders#fluff no plot#fanfiction excerpt#autistic james potter#good james potter#james potter x regulus black#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#young marauders
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modern autistic james potter who started using the reddit tags irl bc he never understood the tone of people and doesn't want others to misunderstand him.
"i really like you're shirt. slash genuine."
#james potter#the marauders#modern james potter#reddit tags#autistic james potter#autism#james potter headcanons
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Two times Remus Lupin needed a hug, and two times he got one (they're the same times)
Remus was exhausted. Of course he loves his job, but sometimes he just wanted to climb in bed with his husbands and watch Doctor Who. So when James walked up to him after hours of mind numbingly boring paperwork and held his face like the most precious thing in the world, he sunk into it instantly. Reaching one hand up to hold James' hand where it rested against his cheek, he let his face fall into a small smile as James gently kissed the top of his head, forehead, noce, cheeks, and lips before resting their heads together. As Remus stared into James' deep hazel eyes, he knew that the expression of pure love and adoration was mirrored in his own. A few minutes later, James managed to convince him to come to bed, and they were quickly tangled in eachother's limbs, re-watching Doctor Who for the fiftieth time that week.
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Remus was having a bad day. To remedy this, he made his way to where Sirius was sat on the sofa reading a book. His crutches were silenced by the softness of their carpet as he carefully placed them on the ground where he knew they wouldnt get stepped on and sat accross Sirius, moving his arms to circle him as he did so. Sirius chuckled softly before bookmarking his page and setting the book aside. He wrapped his arms tightly around Remus for a minute before moving them to hold Remus' face in his hands and rub soothing circles into his soft skin. Remus made a soft happy noise when Sirius lightly peppered his face with kisses. He shifted Remus' head to rest on his chest, keeping one hand on his face, and moving the other to run his fingers through Remus' hair as he rocked them both back and forth in a soothing motion. Being held and rocked by Sirius, Remus soon found himself falling asleep as he gazed up at Sirius' beautiful silver eyes.
#wolfstarbucks#wolfstar#wolfbucks#moonchaser#disabled remus Lupin#autistic sirius black#autistic james potter
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Just Different, Apparently - Marauders Fic
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“I guess, it gets tiring.” He says. Regulus hangs off of every word he speaks, watching him as he adjusts his feet on the fire escape. “It gets tiring to be called names, to not be able to understand anything, and to know that I can't do anything about it.” Regulus puts a hand over his.
“I understand.” He tells him. “It's exhausting knowing that there are things about yourself that you can't change. No matter how hard you try. You're just…different.” Regulus says.
“That's what they’ll say.” James continues, staring at the sky. The stars twinkle in his eyes. “They’ll call us different.”
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or a meet cute modern jegulus au w/ autistic james and trans reg. feat. orchestras, cafes, idiot brothers and shitty familes, theatre groups, football, social disasters, and woodland creatures
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desc of a short jegulus fic im writing!
first chapt is up!!
hope yall enjoy
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#marauders#marauders era#dead gay wizards#harry potter#hp#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#james x regulus#marauders fanfiction#my writing#marauders fanfic rec#trans regulus#autistic james potter
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James: would you still love me?
Regulus:
James:
Regulus:
Regulus: if what?
James *sobbing*: no tHaT waS tHe quEsTioN
#marauders#jegulus#autistic james potter#james potter#regulus x james#regulus black#starchaser#sunseeker
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All of the marauders are autistic i don’t make the rules they just are
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Stress on the Beach
Jegulily fluff
Autistic James is feeling overwhelmed at the beach.
tw: overstimulation, negative self-talk/internalized ableism
James loved a beach day.
The sun glared ferociously upon the shore, broiling the sand, and all of the ocean revelers along with it. He liked tilting his face back to feel the warmth on his skin.
He liked swimming in the ocean, splashing with his friends until his curls hung into his eyes. It was a gorgeous day on the coast: sea gulls swooped and shrieked on the air currents, and the salty breeze dripped with laughter.
The sun's rays sent glittering shards of light sparking across the water as people danced through the surf. He couldn't help but stare at Lily in her bikini, all lush curves and dimpled thighs. And he liked seeing Regulus without a shirt, so he could trace constellations in his freckles.
It was good being with all of his friends. They'd been here for an hour already, so after wading in the water together, everyone split off for a bit: Sirius and Remus were sorely losing a game of beach volleyball against Barty and Evan, while Lily and Dorcas refereed, and Regulus was on the shore with Peter and Pandora making sand castles.
James was having fun.
So much fun. Really.
He just needed a moment to himself, was all. He didn’t like being sun-drunk and delirious. The temperature was turning from wonderfully warm to obnoxiously overbearing rather quickly.
He flopped down amidst the pile of his friends' stuff, taking deep breaths. The heat was a physical hand pressing down on him, crushing his ribcage, constricting his lungs. He felt slow and confused, like he was moving through honey in some strange trippy dream.
Where were his sunglasses? Someone had turned the world brighter, and the sun shining on the water was no longer beautiful, but blinding. He rummaged through his bag, but he could barely see because he was squinting so hard, and why did he feel like he was burning? It was so hot and couldn’t the bloody sun turn off for one bloody second so he could find his bloody glasses?
Had he even remembered to bring them from home? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he would be such a daft little git that he hadn’t brought his sunglasses and he was going to go blind, and he would perish right there on the sand from melting.
He growled, shaking out the entire contents of the bag onto his towel. His phone landed in the sand, and it took all of his strength not to scream because it was so hard to get sand out of your phone, and his sunglasses were nowhere to be found, and fuck wasn't it just so hot, and who allowed the sun to be this bright anyway?
It should be illegal. The sun should be illegal.
James let out a frustrated groan, yanked his towel out from under his things, draped it over his head, and put his forehead to his knees, trying desperately not to cry.
"Jamie?" Lily said, placing a steady hand on his back. "Are you alright?"
James squinted up at her, his vision hazy, his movements still slow. Lily was in front of him, her red hair fanned out around her face, eclipsing the sun, an angel of light.
He wanted to tell her no, he wasn't okay. He was the lazy sod who’d forgotten to bring sunglasses to the bloody beach. But he couldn't make his mouth translate his thoughts into words, so he just huffed a pitiful groan.
"Oh, sweetheart, were you looking for these?"
She plucked his sunglasses from the mess he'd made of his things. James pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Of course they were right in front of him the whole time.
"Thanks," he mumbled, unable to speak louder.
Lily tutted, smiling at him as she slid the glasses behind his ears. "Do you need to go home, baby?"
James desperately wanted to be someplace else, somewhere cool and dim, so he could actually think and speak properly. But he didn't want to ruin everyone's fun.
And besides the fact that his mind was slowing down, the sun was roasting him alive, the world was so bright he could barely see, and he wanted take a nap right there in the sand and never speak again, he was enjoying himself.
Wasn’t he? Yes, he was.
James shook his head.
"Don't lie, mon soleil," Regulus said sternly, appearing out of nowhere and sitting down next to him. He was fresh out of the ocean, salt water dripping off of him, hair slicked back. The water made his skin cool to the touch, so James leaned into him. "If you're feeling overwhelmed, we can leave."
James shook his head again.
Regulus gave him a dubious look, and James cowered under his disapproval.
"Fine. How about I stay here with you, and when you're ready to go, you tell me?"
James nodded.
"Okay, I'll leave you guys to it. I have to get back to refereeing the volleyball game." Lily rolled her eyes with a fond sigh. "Sirius is a bit of a sore loser."
She kissed James and then Regulus, before returning to the game.
"Here," Regulus tugged James’ towel up and over the both of them, so they were tented together, a shady spot just for the two of them.
James felt the world come slightly more into focus.
"Better?"
James nodded.
They sat huddled under the towel, Regulus dripping beads of water onto James' skin to cool him down and pressing kisses into his neck. Regulus talked since James couldn't, and told him all about the insanely intricate castles that he and Pete and Pandora had created that afternoon.
James could think better now that he had his sunglasses and the towel over his head. He'd cooled down a bit, too, but he was still so tired, he could fall asleep sitting up.
"Do you need to go home, love?" Regulus asked, tracing a line of water over James' collarbone. "I promise we won't be upset if you do."
His eyes stung. James always felt so guilty being the one who got overwhelmed, the one who needed to cut the day short. He really wanted to be with his friends and enjoy their company. But perhaps somewhere dimmer and cooler.
"Yeah," he whispered, biting his lip.
"Alright.” Regulus brushed the hair back from James’ face, and a gentle smile pulled at his lips. “That's okay. I'll tell Lily, and we'll go. I'm proud of you for telling me what you needed, mon coeur."
James’ face heated under his praise, and he tipped forward for a kiss. Regulus kissed him back, one hand firmly on his throat, sending his heart fluttering.
"Alright. Let's go home."
#yay for self advocating!#does this count as therapy?#autistic james potter#i just want to give him a hug#jegulily#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#lily evans#autistic regulus black#overstimulation#autistic shutdown#hurt/comfort#marauders#marauders fanfiction#jegulily fluff#marauders fluff#tuesdaywrites
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kinning regulus black is all fun and games until u realise u have all of the autism, depression and insanity but none of james potter's dick
#it's unfair#marauders era#marauders#regulus x james#regulus black#autistic regulus black#james potter#regulus kinnie
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The marauders at a club
James: this is my favourite song
Regulus: good for you, Potter
James holds out his hand and tries again: this is my favourite song
Regulus looks at his hand and raises an eyebrow: ...okay?
James wiggles his hand: you know what im asking
Regulus:
Pandora, whispers: I dont think he does
James: oh. would you dance with me?
Regulus: the song's ending though
James: the next one's my favourite too.
Regulus, fighting off a smile: okay. fine, i shall dance with you, Potter. one song.
James grins and waits for him to take his hand before dragging him onto the dance floor: two
Pandora: someone write down the song name so i can play it at their wedding and piss reg off
#god i love them#they ended up dancing for far more than two bc reg cant say no to james#marauders#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#dead gay wizards#james x regulus#pandora rosier#trans regulus#sirius black#remus lupin#starchaser#wolfstar#james fleamont potter#autistic regulus black#regulus arcturus black
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I was depressed on James' birthday and almost forgot about it, but I still managed to write something silly and post on ao3, but I had forgotten to post it here, so there it is, 502 words of oblivious James
"Good morning, beautiful," James opens his eyes and yelps, seeing Sirius' face far too close. "How are you in this beautiful morning?"
"Moony, your partner is hitting on me again." He hears Remus laughing and reaches out for his glasses, then turns his speech at Sirius. "Hello, gorgeous, what are you doing on top of me?"
"James, stop hitting on my partner. Sirius, stop hitting on my brother."
"Well, your brother is always hitting on my brother."
Peter sighs exaggeratedly. "Your brother is your best friend's boyfriend, Sirius."
"You still didn't answer my question, why are you on top of me?"
All his friends laugh. "What day is it, Prongs?"
"Saturday."
"Alright," Sirius sighs and leaves his bed. "Pete brought breakfast and then you and Moony are going to the library."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
James rolls his eyes and gets out of his bed, sitting down on the floor to eat. They don't talk much, too busy eating. He does, too, what Sirius said, because if Moony needs someone to keep him company, then he'll be this person.
"Why do you need me?" He asks as they sit down.
"I'm having trouble with transfiguration."
"Transfiguration?" Remus nods. "Remus, we're revising first year's spells."
Remus' face turns red and James laughs. "Come on, Moony, what's happening?"
"Oh alright, I wanted to talk to you, that's all."
James crosses his arms and nods. "I'm all ears."
Remus sighs and doesn't meet James' eyes, it starts to get worrying when he starts tapping the table with his fingernails that are too big. He'll tell Sirius they need to start cutting their boyfriend's nails again.
"Moony?"
"I just…" He sighs again. "What time is it?"
"Almost lunchtime already, why?"
"We should go back to the Gryffindor tower."
Before James can even protest, Remus flees from the library so fast that James has to run to keep up.
"Oi Remus, what the fuck?" He yells at the corridor. "Slow down, you're going too fast."
Remus stops abruptly and looks back at James with a smirk. Oh no. "That's what she said."
"Oh fuck off."
Remus smirks again. "That's what she said."
"You're going to be my death."
"That's… Is that what she said?" James decides against answering. "Oh come on, James, I know you like this."
James laughs. "That's what he said." His eyes grow wide. "No, don't tell Sirius."
"Too late." Remus resumes running and they get to the Gryffindor tower panting. "Go on, get in."
"You know the password."
"Just do it, James."
"Alright, rude." As he opens the door, he hears all the voices silencing.
"Happy birthday!"
He blinks and tilts his head. "What?"
Sirius is the first one to walk to him, but Peter and Regulus follow. "What day is today, James?" Sirius asks again. "The number."
"I don't know, I didn't check."
Regulus snorts. "It's the 27th, idiot."
"Oh." He blinks again. "You did all of this for me?"
"Oh, mate," Peter pats his shoulder. "You deserve it."
He smiles.
#marauder era#harry potter marauders#good james potter#jegulus#nonbinary sirius black#fluff no plot#teenagers being teenagers#james and remus are siblings#autistic james potter#autistic remus lupin#but you can't exactly tell#they're autistic in everything I write#james doesn't have the concept of time
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