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“Never saw one without the other, did you?” 

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‘You ran away from home?’ ‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’ 'Where did you go?’ asked Harry, staring at him. 'Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. 'Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. | Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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@canismajcrs

it’s not even past noon yet, and james potter has already punched someone. if this was during his hogwarts days, that would hardly be unusual ( back then, he used to have quite the knack for getting into physical altercations, after all ). but nowadays, he tries to ask questions first. save the punching for later. admittedly with varying degrees of success, but nonetheless... it’s a work in progress. like most things are. so as they saunter down the now melancholic streets of diagon alley, he almost feels ashamed of himself. almost. he’s not entirely sure if it’s because he should have punched harder, or if it’s because he threw the first punch. started the whole bloody thing. dragged his best mate into it too. but that’s... in the past. hopefully. his focus has shifted ( if only out of necessity ) towards the new problem at hand. the list. “ so what are we thinking? “ he says under his breath, nudging sirius with his elbow. hazel gaze flickers towards his friend, watching him, searching for answers. “ i’ve got the money to spare. but that seems a little too easy... “ he trails off, and his gaze darkens. he clears his throat, and a hand drags through his hair, making it a more ruffled mess than it already is. “ and about earlier. thanks for having my back.” 

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canismajcrs‌.

  an eerie silence seemed to fall over the headquarters of the order. the possibility of there being a list out there that could out every single one of them had tensions at an all time high. still, sirius was ultimately a man of ACTION when it came down to it. which is why he was one of the first to break the silence with his own voice. “ so.. do you think it’s true? “ he asked, asking anyone in the room that would choose to answer.

he has had about a million things on his mind as of late. most things --- related to harry. of course. though james’ allegiance to dumbledore, and his distaste for the dark arts, may very well be the worst kept secret of the century, he now also has a family to think of. he can’t have them become additional targets... so granted, he’s worried. “ dunno man, “ he says, wetting his lips slightly, leaning forward across the table, hands folded in front of him. voice is lowered, intended only for sirius’ ears. “ another traitor among us? “ he whispers, his teeth clenching slightly, jaw setting. “ though, would like to take a quick look on that list myself. see who’s on there. think i’ve got a pretty good idea of some people who are fighting for the other side. “

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@inthemeadowes

  ----- “ wasn’t sure you were gonna come, “ he says, closing the hospital door behind him. a grin that is equal amounts nervous as it is just happy to see her plays on his lips, and he extends his arms into a hug. “ uh, everything’s all right. with the both of ‘em. they’re sleeping now though so... ” that same smile turns apologetic. a little sheepish. 

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lilpctters.

canismajcrs.

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  “ oh.. i don’t know if i should.. “ the male began to protest as he was offered the child to hold. he was so small. so breakable. what if sirius did something that could BREAK him? then what? surely lily and james wouldn’t want him to be the kid’s godfather after that. but, despite his protests, the little squirming bundle was placed into his arms. sirius immediately felt himself go STIFF. “ uh… “ he said, glancing frantically from one parent to the other. he had hoped that he could find some cue of what to do next in their expressions. 

her  arms  immediately   feel  colder  as  her  son  leaves  them  ,  but  her   gaze  softens as  she  watches  sirius  ,  tired  eyes  blinking  slowly .  her  heart  ,   so  full  of  love  ,   felt  like  it was  going  to  burst  at  the  sight  of  james  holding  their  son  and  now  that  sirius   was …  she’s  never  felt  happier  .  “   no  way  ,   you’re  going  straight  into  the  deep  end  with  us  . ” she  was   new  to  this  too  ,  after all .  her  posture  shifts as  she  sits  up  in  bed  ,  hands  waving  in  some  form  of  directions  as  she  mimics  a  cradling  pose  .   “   hold  him  against  your  chest  ,  like  i  just  was  .  make  sure  you’re  supporting  his  neck  ,  though .  have  you  ever  held  a   baby  before  ? ”

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they’ve done practically everything together for so long now, it only feels right that sirius should be the first person to meet their son too. first person, apart from them, to hold him. “ --- course you should. “ there’s a smile on his lips ( a little tired, but still just as warm ), and his hands are stuck into the pockets of his jeans. he’s watching sirius and harry with anticipation and excitement, his hazel eyes lit up with affection. they’re his family --- and though that’s a feeling that he has always had, harry’s the puzzle piece that has been missing, the piece that will make everything fall into place. “ see, you’re a natural already, “ he says, and a quick wink follows his words. the soft sound of the baby cooing makes his heart grow softer, warmer. so filled with love, for the three of them. “ think he likes you. “

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@lilpctters

“ --- could have done this myself, you know, “ he says, his voice lighthearted, but worry lingering right below the surface, making itself known in hazel eyes. they’ve stopped at the baby aisle in the local grocery store, and james is currently balancing two different boxes of diapers in his hands. as if they haven’t stocked up enough already. he seems to decide to get both of them, and tosses them into the cart, attention quickly refocusing on his wife. “ so what do you think? we got everything we need? “

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@canismajcrs // circa 1975.

" ----- sure would be a shame if someone hexed all the slytherin robes to be pink again, wouldn’t it? “ he says, tossing his feet up against the coffee table, leaning himself back in one of the chairs of the gryffindor common room. he doesn’t bother biting back the grin that is forming on his lips, and an eyebrow arches suggestively at his mate. “ isn’t it basically tradition at this point? i can’t think of any reason why good ol’ snivellus shouldn’t wake up tomorrow to find all of his robes have magically changed color.  “

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@mxrlcne

there’s a slow laziness to his walk as he enters the ministry of magic, hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders hunched a little forward. a stench of cigarette smoke surrounds him ( not entirely unusual, but it has been a while since he came in smelling like he has smoked an entire box of cigarettes. seeing how he has been trying to quit, and all ). dark circles line his eyes, and there’s almost a sickly quality to him. he doesn’t look quite well. yet, there’s still half a smile ( more of a smirk, than anything ) playing on his lips as he saunters down the corridors of the ministry. but when he spots her, it fades. instead, it is replaced by a far colder look, darkness slipping into eyes that are usually so warm, so inviting, almost always playful. all of that disappears, when he looks at her. “ mckinnon, “ he says. very matter of fact. he gives her a quick nod, which is seemingly the extent of his courtesy. really, he shouldn’t be too surprised to see her at the ministry. after all, they both work there. them running into each other was bound to happen... eventually. he’s just about to continue past her, when he stops himself. “are you happy? i.... read about you in the papers,” he says, voice lowered, barely audible. his tone is curt, a little harsh. all politeness washed away. he doesn’t know what answer he’s expecting. what answer he wants. james has little room for forgiveness when it comes to those who’ve picked the wrong side, especially when it’s a former mate --- it’s a betrayal that cuts so deep that it never quite heals.

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lilpctters.

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“ maybe   we   should   just    stay  home     today  ,    take   the   day   for   ourselves    .   ”   not  to    mention   she  probably   should   have   been   confined   to    bed   rest   weeks  AGO  .  she   hums��  into  the   pillow   ,   eyes   still   drowsy   from   sleep   lost    .   lily    would   NEVER   voluntarily   miss    a   day   of   work   ,   but  getting   out   of   bed   just   seems   like   an   impossible   feat   that    morning   .   she’s    tired   ,   hasn’t   slept   well  for   weeks  ,  and  it’s   finally  catching   up   to   her   .   it’s    early   ,   so    much  that   the   sun    is    barely   up   in   the   sky   and    only  small  fragments   of    morning     light   are   streaming   through   the   window   .   limbs   are   still    tangled   in   the   sheets   ,    hair  falling    around   her    shoulders   as   she   pushes    herself   up   by   her   palms  .   her   back    rests    against   the   pillows   ,    fists   rubbing   at   her   eyes   with   a  small  yawn   .     “  who    knows   ,   he   could   come   today   .   we  need    to   be   prepared   .   ”   a   phrase   she’s   been   uttering   for   the   past     week    or   so  ,    more    out   of   anticipation   than   anything   else  .  it  was   driving   her   absolutely   mad   .   everything   they   planned   ,   discussed    ,   hoped   for    was   all  boiling   down  to  a  moment   not  that  far   away   anymore   .   and  lily   didn’t   want  to   wait  any    longer   .   “   what   do   you   think  ,   potter    ?   think   those   aurors   would   give   you   a   day    off   ?  ”

eyelids  slowly flutter  open  at  the  sound  of  her  voice,  and  a  soft  smile  grazes his  lips  as  he  wakes  up,  still  a  bit  groggy.  he  most  definitively  stayed  up  too  late  working,  last  night.  again.  a  hand  reaches  out  on  instinct, searching  for  her,  their  fingers connecting,  becoming  laced  together.  there’s a  slight  groan  as  he  pushes  himself into  a  sitting position  (  ribs  are  still  bruised  from  his  latest order  mission,  and  they  seem  to  intend to  make  themselves known,  make  him  feel  exactly how  poorly  their  mission  went  ).  back  leans  itself against  the  bed  frame,  and  he  studies her  carefully,  slowly blinking  away  exhaustion from  hazel  eyes.  “thought  i  was  supposed to  be  the  bad  influence,” he  says,  and  his  voice  is  still  a  little hoarse  from  sleep, yet  radiating  the  same  warmth (  and  slight  mockery  )  that  it  so  often  does.  he  has  never  been  one  to  like  being  cooped up,  stuck  in  one  place. he  prefers  being  on  his  feet,  in  the  middle of  the  action (  the  danger, the  war  ).  but  with  her  -  it’s  different. he  can  bear  it.  “  well,  when  you  put  it  that  way...  “  he  pauses, a  finger  waving a  circle  in  the  air  (  making the  tea  kettle start  brewing  downstairs ).  “  if  i  tell  them  i’m  gonna  be  a  dad  today,  i  don’t  see  how  they  could  make  me  come  in.  “  that  same  old  mischievous glint  that  plagued his  time  at  hogwarts  appears once  more  in  his  gaze,  and  he  gives  her  a  small  nudge.  the  low  sound  of  the  tea  pot  whistling  can  be  heard  from  below, but  he  doesn’t jump  to  his  feet.  he’d  like  to  stay  like  this,  for  a  little longer.  a  few  more  minutes, of  it  just  being  them.  the  world  so  very  far  away.   “  so...  do  you  think  today  might  be...  the  day?  “  he  asks,  suddenly  becoming a  little  more  serious.

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@canismajcrs

he keeps an eye on the door ( half expecting a DOE PATRONUS to enter the wizard bar at any second, any minute.... any day now ), only half of his attention focused on sirius. which usually isn’t the case ---- but he has admittedly been on edge for the past couple of days. the whole not knowing when the baby is coming is... maybe freaking him out just a little bit. especially since he also knows that the baby is 50% him (  ---- aka 50% trouble ). attention eventually reluctantly diverts from the door to his best mate, and he breaks into one of his trademark smiles, any worry swiftly washed away from his features. sirius seems to have that effect on him. “ if you’re having second thoughts about this whole godfather thing, “ he says, leaning forward a little bit, an elbow leaned against the counter, his voice lighthearted. he’s giving him an out ---- a well deserved one ( ----- because godfather or not, sirius has always been there, will always be there ) . so he doesn’t want to burden his friend with something he’s not entirely sure that he wants. especially not after thinking he was SO sure what dorcas wanted. and look how that played out. though --- then again, he has always been more adept at reading sirius ( at this point, they’re one and the same, like brothers ). " meadowes seems like she might want to take over, “ he finishes, and warm eyes gain a slightly amused quality. " last chance to get out, pads. before you’re tied down for good... stuck with us. “

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Billionaire Boys Club (2018) Directed by James Cox

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ppettmegrew.

the corner was dark, voices muffled when three faces suddenly turned to him. “no, no,” he sputtered, hands help up as if to deflect their stares. “i cannot be look out. i’m always shit at look out.” the truth, as he had talent for neither lying nor acting. just thinking about the last time slughorn caught him out in the middle of the night, asking where peter’s lady friend had gone, caused a shudder down his spine. “make remus do it,” his finger pointed at the boy next to him. “he has no problem bullshitting professors. and lily. oh,” his face turned pale. “don’t make me lie to lily, james. your girlfriend is terrifying.” lovely but terrifying. peter, if all possible, sought to stay on her good side. a task made more difficult if he was stammering out a story about why the corridor suddenly went blue and no, i didn’t hear james’ laugh, are we a little obsessed evans and oh fuck they didn’t set the angle right, we have to run. he kept his hands in the air, gaze daring sirius to laugh, “not it.”

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a frown appears across soft features, and he gives peter a long look, questioning if he’s serious. head cocks to the side, and hands dig deep into his pockets as he shifts his weight between his feet. “ pete. you’re the smallest of us,” he says, an eyebrow raising. “ get it? the smallest, “ he adds, putting extra emphasis on the last word. would be some sight, if a full grown deer acted as look out. he supposes that a dog might work, but he’s still easily spotted. nothing compared to a rat, just slithering across the corridors. “ just like, squeak really loud if someone’s coming, all right? “ a slight shrug, eyebrows raising, a wide grin spreading across his face. “come on. it’ll work. no one will be the wiser. pretty much bullet proof plan, this is. so what do ya say? unless padfoot here is volunteering, because i mean... “

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1978, january

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peacvck.

@herotragedy​ asked me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter                    ( new girl, season 5 episode 1 ) // meme

“hold on a second. i need coffee,” says lucius, not making any moves to get himself a coffee. he stands still in stead, unmoving, fingers fixing his cuff links before he looks up again. “oh, wait a second — there’s no coffee near. pity.” a hand runs through his hair, a deep sigh slipping past his lips. “i suppose that means i’ll have to leave before this can turn into a conversation. i desperately need my caffeine fix, after all, and i’m afraid that requires me leaving this shop immediately. perhaps we can converse later?” rather not — lucius doesn’t want to be caught dead having a friendly conversation with james potter, but he’s perfected fake politeness by now. 

" too bad we’re not wizards then, isn’t it? “ he replies, voice a little dry, borderline mocking. most definitively sarcastic. eyebrows raise a little as his gaze wanders across the man, taking in his demeanor ( every last bit of him annoying james to his very core ). what he sees is what he could be ---- what he might become, if he’s not careful. what he most definitively WOULD have been like, if it hadn’t been for his friends, the war and lily. so he gives lucius malfoy a glowering stare, his eyes devoid of their usual warmth and joy. somehow, a bit of amusement still lingers in dark irises, seemingly impossible to completely erase ---- even in the presence of the most infuriating of men. “ so you get your coffee yourself. surprising. “