Marauders Do It Better

ind., book canon james potter rp fc: grant gustin written by jess

[cdrcdiggory]

“Now, yer mum an’ dad were as good a witch an’ wizard as I ever knew…”

[vivaciousdoe]

Lily wasn’t really sure what her plan had been when she’d said she would talk to him after the game. It was kind of a slip of the tongue, he had been sitting there in his Quidditch uniform, looking so nervous and so excited and all she wanted was to try and get him through the game so that he would win it for them. And she must have done something right because they had won, and anyone who had watched that game knew it was because of him. 

“It was amazing! You played, Merlin, James you were so good! I must admit I was a little worried in the first little bit of the game, the Hufflepuffs are strong this year and they started well with that first goal, but you came back so hard, it was incredible.” She was beaming, alight with the pure joy that came from a Gryffindor win. Lily was so competitive, winning brought out a fire in her that was unstoppable. 

She laughed a little at how quickly he assumed that her wanting to talk meant something was wrong. “In trouble? No, no, nothing like that! But I guess it’s good to know I have that option if I ever do need someone to go to Dumbledore for me… I just like being able to talk Quidditch with you, the girls don’t mind me talking with them for a little while but after a while I can tell they want me to shut up. And I thought you might like to vent after the game.” If she was honest with herself, she liked talking with him in general, spending time with him as Heads had brought her a newfound appreciation for his presence that went beyond the way she felt about her other classmates.

[likeamarauder]

Beaming under her praise, he sprouts like a sunflower stretching toward the sun. His chest puffs out, he holds his chin higher, a smirk replaces his usual grin, and a hand comes to rest on one hip. He glances down instead, though, as if he’s considering being humble or downplaying his achievements. She says so many nice and wonderful things that his other hand wanders to his hair before he knows it, messing it up even more than the wind already has.

He wants to say a lot of things, but he settles for a heartfelt thank you. His previous assumption had been that he should keep the Quidditch talk to a minimum, because the reality was he could dissect every minute of the game and Lily probably didn’t want to hear that. Plus, what if she was in trouble-- But she’s not. She’s smiling, she’s praising him, she’s no in trouble, and it all just comes pouring out of him.

“I am going to kick Hodgens’ bloody arse!” He gestures angrily, slashing through the air. “He missed the first three goal blocks and then our score out of ten was five! Five, Lily! Fifty blood percent, and all he could do was shrug at me and go ‘sorry, James, my head isn’t in the game today!’“ He rolls his eyes, so hard they’re in real danger of falling out of his head. “If he weren’t so bloody long, he’d be off. This third year came to tryouts, Clarissa Gasse, tiny thing, but she’s quick; I told her we’d see-- Next practice,” he decides determinedly, “one on one, every miss goes against you. We’ll see if Hodgens moves his arse, then.”

Finally out of breath, James pauses and offers Lily a half way apologetic smile. “Guess I needed to vent.” And it’s helped, truly, he no longer feels all that annoyance he once felt, itching to break through The Victory High. “I did play pretty well, though. Twelve goal attempts and ten successes isn’t bad. About my average, really, but you’re right, the last half of the game was the best.”

[likeamarauder]

@vivaciousdoe

He probably shouldn’t be talking to Lily when he’s still coming off the high of victory, but he’s a man of his word, and he agreed to meet with her after the game, so he will. He informs his mates he’ll be by later, spends a few emotional minutes saying goodbye to his broomstick, and then heads back out onto the Pitch to find Lily. As he’s recently discovered, Lily actually really likes Quidditch, and so her suggestion to meet at the Pitch made sense, from that perspective. But from the angle of getting him to actually leave the Pitch, it made less sense.

“Hope you enjoyed the game,” he smiles, “Those last ten minutes--” Three goals in ten minutes was unprecedented, even for him and the undeniable talent Hogwarts’ Head Boy had at this sport. He might have broken his own record. He’s on a high, a high even higher than the normal high, and he’s sure that’s why he smiles at Lily the way he does.

She’s completely decked out, head to toe in red and gold. The colors make her even paler, make her eyes even greener, make her even prettier. He might not have thought it was possible for Lily to be prettier, but figures Quiddich lets it happen.

He clears his throat, trying to get his head out of his arse. “Where do you want to talk? Are you alright? Not in trouble or anything, Lily? I’ll talk to Dumbledore for you-”

[dailygrantgustin]

[likeamarauder]

james, holding baby harry: holy shit we made a mini-me

sirius: just don't drop him on his head or anything

james: didn't do you much harm, did it?

sirius: i'm serious!

james: hi sirius

james: i'm dad

[likeamarauder]

“There is so much pain. And I don’t know how to not notice it.”

“You’re like your mum.” James smiles. The words are thoughtless and they carry too much weight and this isn’t the sort of thing he ever wanted to say to Harry, but he’s impulsive and he hasn’t learned to control his mouth with the years. “She feels everything, too. Everyone’s pain, everyone’s sadness. She takes it upon herself to help, involves herself in situations no matter how dangerous they might be because she’s convinced she can take away someone’s pain.” He pauses, memories flooding his eyes, dark recollections tinted hazel--every time Lily runs off to do something like that, all he ever is is worried. “You’re like your mum.” James repeats, lifting his head and meeting Harry’s gaze again. He’s smiling.

Privately, this is precisely why James thinks he and Lily are perfect together. She always wants to help everyone else, she feels everyone’s pain, and he’s always smiling. His support is infallible, just like Lily’s kindness. “Notice it,” he advises, “notice it and do something about it, if you can. There’s no sense making yourself miserable over things you can’t help--so go help.”

[hestiajoncs]

                At this point she’s relying rather heavily on James to keep her upright, if only he’d been standing in another spot, then he wouldn’t be stuck supporting Hestia and stopping her from falling to the floor.   A person pushes past Hestia, she’s apparently blocking their path and she stumbles forward slight before tightening her grip on James….  She needed to sit down, or “sleep” like they did in Scotland, but getting to the floor safely was a rather large problem.              ❝ Well Sirius is a jerk then…  I bet he think we woulda embarrassed him or something if he’d come along…  I mean, how many embarrassing stories could somebody have about him ?? ❞  The answer was, of course, a lot.   ❝ Oh!! ❞  And she’s suddenly remembered the important question James asked her,  the important question that she was /supposed/ to answer.   ❝ Of course I’m ‘bonging’ your best mate, I mean, why wouldn’t I be ?? ❞  And it’s something that’s supposed to sound sarcastic, but the alcohol has diminished her ability to sound anything but drunk. 

[likeamarauder]

He requires time to think, concentration and a quiet place to understand what Hestia just told him and determine if someone here tonight has lied to him, but he can’t achieve any of this at present, with enough alcohol in his system to think a game of levitation quidditch is a good idea. Hestia all but confesses to him--but James is sure Sirius would have told him if they were bonging. Unless the definition of the word ‘bonging’ has changed recently? Or maybe Sirius didn’t want James to get jealous? Maye Hestia is protecting Sirius too, somehow, for some reason he can’t understand right now?

His normally clever brain is disconnected from the rest of him with this much firewhiskey in his veins, and so all his thoughts are simply too much. James starts laughing--at Hestia, at Sirius, at himself, at this entire bloody situation. He laughs so hard that he loses his balance and falls. Hestia’s fate is similar, since she was leaning on him so heavily.

But the ground has the curious effect of sobering James up--any traces of laughter disappear from his body. “I hope you’re not, for both your sakes.”

[likeamarauder]

❝I do not get drunk-- I get awesome.❞

“Such a change would imply you’re ever not awesome, and we know that’s an outright lie.”

[saturnsings]

The Marauders Aesthetic: Lily Evans

“Why is your hair brown?”

“Don’t even ask. Just never play “what does this spell do?” at three a.m with your friends.“

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“I’m not picturing things anymore. Or if I do I can just shut it off.”

“You wouldn’t think I was the weird kid who spent time in the hospital.”

“How is it that you’ve got meaner since becoming a buddhist?”

[likeamarauder]

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[vivaciousandcharming-a]

    “Listennn this is not about comfort!” Lily was far drunker than she had ever intended on being tonight, and thus, all social graces went out the window. She put a hand on James’ shoulder and leaned in closer than what was appropriate. From her point of view, of course, she felt she was being perfectly gracious and conscious of the concept of personal space. Funny how different the world look through a drunken leans. “Bums look better in briefs, the same way tits look awesome in a good bra. Briefs are the bras of male bums and men should suffer the discomfort just as we women do!”

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[likeamarauder]

A laugh booms its way out of James’ throat, interest alight in his face. He accommodates her touch with a slight shift, and this drunk he’s not sure whether it’s a shift toward or away from her. “Are you saying you want to see my bum?” The grin stretching his face is dangerous now. If he’s not careful, his head’s going to swell up like a hot air balloon and he’ll fly away, powered by his ego and the fact that Lily wants to see his bum. “I’ll wear them for you, love. I’m afraid you’ll have to say yes to a date first, though.”

[likeamarauder]

i am sorry friends i am currently studying abroad that’s why activity is sporadic!

[likeamarauder]

vivaciousdoe replied to your post:❝You're so drunk when I'm pretty.❞

SO SMOOTH.

just wait until they’re together lily will recieve a MINIMUM of three outrageous compliments a day

[likeamarauder]

❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

“And I’ve had eleventy thirteen, so I’m kicking your arse, mate.” He slings his arm around Sirius’ shoulders, narrowly avoiding clocking his best mate in the side of the head. “Think you can handle ‘nother?”

[likeamarauder]

❝You're so drunk when I'm pretty.❞

There’s that grin of his, not exactly hard to come by, but somehow different when Lily was the one it was for. Tentatively, he touches her face, the backs of two fingers drifting over the freckles on the apple of her cheek.

“You’re pretty even when I’m not drunk.”