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#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊SIRIUS • until death do us part. )#the boys™#q'd

‘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

#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊SIRIUS • until death do us part. )#im dead #q'd

@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.”

#canismajcrs

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. “

#canismajcrs

@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.

#inthemeadowes

lilpctters.

canismajcrs.

@defeatsdeath @lilpctters

“ 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 ? ”

@defeatsdeath·

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. “

@canismajcrs

#canismajcrs #lilpctters

@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? “

#lilpctters

ohsuestorm

#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊MUSE • the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. )#facts.

@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. “

#canismajcrs #you get another one because i feel inspired

@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.

#mxrlcne

lilpctters.

— › CLOSED STARTER : @defeatsdeath

“ 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.

#lilpctters #the absolute purest of threads #soft pure wholesome #incoming ! baby ! threads !#i die

@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. “

#canismajcrs #incoming ! baby ! threads !

owenelliot

#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊DORCAS • we tell stories of days that will never come / planning for a future that’s already gone. )

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#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊THE MARAUDERS • ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies. )#literally

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Billionaire Boys Club (2018) Directed by James Cox

#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊LILY • i’m yours until the stars fall from the sky. )#q'd

ppettmegrew

1978, january

defeatsdeath

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.”

@canismajcrs @herotragedy @moondefined

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... “

@canismajcrs

#canismajcrs #moondefined #ppettmegrew

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. “

#peacvck #love when dads of iconic lightning era duos interact #!!!!!!!

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