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It was lips against skin, lips against eyelids and collarbones and redness everywhere as if whatever lay beyond his eyelids was burning burning burning. His body was nothing but a pyre, and Severus provided that match that sent him aflame, and James was acutely aware that maybe there was a perverse pleasure of Severus’s end when it came to watching his mortal enemy go up in smoke.

But James was not deterred. Surely the blistering of his soul was worth the sugar spun breath that he took in from Severus’s mouth when they finally collided- lips on lips- not in rage or embarrassment, but in the joining of two hearts that only happens when they’ve admitted that what exists between them is more than an unexpected bout of passion brought on at the very worst possible time, but rather an undeniable attraction that brings them both to their knees in the back of the library stacks.

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Sleeping Patterns || HC

Falling asleep had a pattern to it, and in recent weeks James had altered it, adding things here or there as it suited him- some days he brushed his teeth before washing his face, other days he showered before washing his face. He wasn’t very particular about it all, but before he would drift off to sleep, he started getting there by using hypotheticals.

It started innocuously enough. He’d imagine walking down the hall with Lily on his arm and the imagined jealous stares from everyone that was watching them.

Then came the kiss.

This particular scenario would shift ever so slightly, and instead of looking at everyone’s imagined jealous, Severus’s was the only one he could see. He imagined the seething boy, eyes locked on his arm around Lily and James would feel a swell of comfort, allowing him to drift off into a dreamless sleep. The process would repeat, and that scene would play out every night for weeks.

Until the night of the dance.

The idea was similar, until it wasn’t. Seemingly out of his control, Lily’s body was replaced with Severus’s, and it was other people that were looking jealousy. He could see Rita, seething and scribbling in her notebook, Sirius, eyeing him with curiosity and disgust, and even though the forefront of his mind was protesting it, James felt a calm in the idea of touching Severus where his dreams of Lily had always been pushed by a need to make others, namely Severus, feel envious.

As he drifted closer to sleep the dream shifted to James with a warm back flush against his chest. He realized that it was Severus’s and that his hands were splayed on Severus’s stomach, holding the boy’s bare skin against his own. His fingers traveled along the expanses of marble skin and he heard Severus’s breathing in his ear, only encouraging him on his exploration of the boy who had been wracking his brain for weeks on end. The tension in James’ fingers were rising, and his felt his hands slide against the V of Severus’s hips as his lips found the dip in the boys collarbone. Only a couple of more inches and-

“James?”

As if he had been doused with cold water James shot up in bed, his hair disheveled and his face on fire. “Wha-huh?” A blurry image of Remus stood a the food of his bed, and James could just barely make out the concern in his features.

“Are you okay? You were making noises.” Remus had to bite his lip- he hadn’t been sure if the sounds coming from James’ lips had been from pain or pleasure, but the blush creeping up his neck confirmed Remus’ suspicions.

“Yeah ‘mfine” James mumbled, throwing himself back onto his bed and into a night of sleepless rest.

#i don't even know what this is i'm sorry

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Another night, another set of circumstances that required the Marauders to haul themselves up the stairs, leaning on the stone walls more than one another. It a strange turn of events, James found the Peter was the most gone, being held up by only James’ and Sirius’ willpower.

They laid him on the bed, though it seemed to be more of a toss than anything, and James pressed his lips against Peter’s cool forehead “G’night Pete- Love you.” before collapsing on his own bed

#;peter #wormfail

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June 2024

“Oi!” James’ bark echoed through the whole of the pub, reverberating off of the garrish wooden panels and back at the hen party that surrounded him- although with a fair mixed ratio of people, perhaps referring to them all as hens was a bit preemptive. But it didn’t stop James from standing on his chair, sloppily raising his stein in the air and effectively pouring half of it onto himself.

“As you know, the love of my life, the pit to my avocado, my most definite wife, had we not turned out to massively flaming-” He winked at Mary “Is getting married in a few weeks time. So I ask you, my dearest comrades in arms, let’s send her out with a bang!” He tripped off of the table and onto Mary’s unsuspecting lap, which led him to his next greatest idea- covering her face with wet beer kisses. “Better you than me, Macdonald!” He said, laughing as she pointed at the ring that was now a permanent fixture on his finger. “Shhhhh” He said, running his fingers over her mouth to silence her. “Don’t tell him I said that!”

“Your animal instincts have served you well, I think. I don’t mind the company at all.” Pandora took a sip of the punch he had handed her, watching as he went for his own and smirking at his touch. She hardly ever took the time to be nervous, and tonight was no different.

She echoed his movements and turned back towards the crowd, cocking her head as she watched everyone at the center of the room. “I think it’s absolutely spectacular. I’m not sure I have the words to describe it.” Her voice sounded as if caught in the middle of the dream, and she inched towards him in a way that could have been interpreted as accidental, so their shoulders were just touching. The sweetness in her tone turned almost impish at his next question. “Hmm…it’s hard to say. The night isn’t even close to over yet. Who knows what fate has in store for us all?” She paused with a meditative sigh. “What do you think, stranger?”

James was pleased that she was receptive to what he was putting out, smiling smugly when she shifted so that their shoulders were grazing each other. “Probably trouble.” He dared to look at her, an eyebrow raised through it wasn’t visible through his mask. This was going to take some adjustment. “All of us running around, free wheeling with nothing stopping it us but a mask?” He let his hand graze her purposefully for a moment before adjusting his jacket and winking at her., feeling himself warm up into this practiced part. “Someone life you? Definitely trouble.”

#c:pandora

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“I could,” Lily admitted, a hint of pride creeping into her tone, “but I wouldn’t worry about it now. That kind of thing is third date material.” It was so tempting, to try and pry details about the boy’s identity from him. He was familiar in a strange way, but trying to pin a name to the face was completely a shot in the dark. “I feel like we know each other,” she added, squinting at him. “Like. We’ve hung out before. Do you feel like that?”

At the mention of a slew of children, Lily subtly checked on her dependents as well, feeling the usual anxiety kick up in her chest when she couldn’t find a few of them. She tried to remind herself that this was a party, people were out having fun, she should do the same. “People also tell me I’m an old soul. Less because of the dad jokes and more because I color code my sock drawer, though.”

He felt himself smirking. “Already thinking about the third date? Didn’t know I was that charming.” He winked at her under his mask and immediately worried that would give him away. His smarmy bastard routine was only one of a few he knew existed at Hogwarts, and even from knowing her for a few minutes, she seemed too grounded to enjoy that type of thing. And there she was, saying the things that had been pressing him since they’d started speaking. “Actually, yes.” he admitted. “I don’t feel like I’m getting to know someone new- more like getting to know them again.”

She was a kindred spirit, whoever she was, and James found himself thankful that he’d ended up paired with her instead of someone less savory. “So I guess the real question is: how did the two grandparents of Hogwarts get paired together without their knowledge?” He paused. “Wait- you color code your sock drawer?!”

#c:lily

He rolled his eyes at James’ indignant denial of him kissing back, but in a way, Severus wondered if they were both aware of the fact that it was a lie. Otherwise, why would James have reacted in such a way? But then again, why did Severus even care? He didn’t care what James thought of him, or of what happened, or anything that mattered in Potter’s life. “Yes, I’m aware of the fact that I made the mistake of kissing you, of all people out there. Something will haunt me for the rest of my life. We covered that about two minutes ago. Or did you forget already?” he replied matter of factly. He could feel his cheeks may have been starting to feel flushed once more, but surely it was from the exasperation over anything else.

“Use magic on you?” he echoed. “And risk you punching me in the face again? I’ll pass,” he replied carefully, though he knew it was a lame answer. But he didn’t have an answer to James’ question, because in truth, he didn’t know why his first instinct had been to kiss James Potter in the middle of their fight, over anything else. It frustrated him and made him angry and disgusted all in one swoop. And as much as he thought he should try to come to the conclusion of what motivated him to do so, there was another side of him that wondered if he should let it be. “Besides, I figured you of all people would understand doing something idiotic without thinking it through, considering that’s how you approach your entire life.”

Severus let his voice trail off, before he belatedly realized that even though he’d attempted to put space between the two of them, James has all but eliminated it when he grabbed onto his robes. “I thought I told you to get your hands off me,” he repeated lowly, glancing down at where James’ hands were still fisted into the fabric of his robes, before looking the other right in the eye. Although he wasn’t above physically pushing James away, he was aware that this was a library and doing so would just manage to draw more attention to them - as well as the fact that the two of them engaging their last physical altercation was how they ended up in this mess right now. “Was there a reason as to why you felt the need to talk to me like this, because if so, then get to the point now.”

James sputtered, rage coloring over the little bit of sense that was trying to keep control of the situation before him, “How can you ju- Doesn’t it bother y- Why did-” He couldn’t find the right words, and his frustration was pouring out of his eyes at the Slytherin before him, praying that even though it was an unreasonable and completely unfair expectation, that he might understand. For too long James had been carrying around the weight in his chest, only becoming aware of its strain after Severus kissed him- what the other viewed as a mere silencing tactic was a gateway for James, and now he didn’t know what to do.

“You’re good with spells, Snape.” He mumbled, “You could’ve stopped me and we both know it.” James didn’t dare bring up just how good with spells Snape was though, his memory still haunting him of how he had used a spell of Severus’s creation against him only a short time ago. Where the though of Severus Snape dangling by his ankle once brought him a perverse pleasure and ego trip, now it merely caused him to feel waves of shame washing over him. There was so much pressure on James to be twelve different people at once,and none of the pressure on him was to be the big bad wolf, a role he had willingly chosen against someone who hadn’t asked for it.

He looked down at his hands, knuckles gleaming white in comparison to the stark black robes. Almost immediately James released him, his face turning into that of disgust at his own hands. What was wrong with him? He looked at Severus, eyes wild and pleading and though he knew he was asking too much of Someone who owned him less than nothing he couldn’t help but open his mouth and let it come out regardless. “I don’t understand why. I need to understand why- and I think it was more than what you’re saying” He hated the desperate edge to his voice, and knew he was only allowing it of himself due to their circumstances. “It’s just important, okay?”

#c:severus #my heart

“But at least it’s not just me fondling myself,” Sirius sing-songed, before he fell over the railing alongside his best friend. He laughed as the spitball slammed into James’ face, blowing a kiss Mary’s way, only to sputter out a curse when the remains hit him instead. He shoved at James’ shoulder, wiping at his face frantically. “You’re absolutely disgusting, Prongs,” he said, aristocratic nose wrinkled up. He rolled his eyes, looking over at the other boy with his upper lip slightly curled. The expression failed just as quickly, blossoming into a smile that he could never stop when it came to James. Being here, hanging out with his friend, was nowhere as bittersweet as the taste that lingered in his mouth when he left Fabian’s side, but there was an ache to it all the same. After all, James would never look his way.

“If I’m disgusting, then what’s left for you?” James returned the smile that his best friend gave him, happy to have a moment between them in all of the madness that had happened lately. “Are you ready for the ball? I got the masks for the guys.” He rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder for a minute. “You would not believe how difficult it was to find rodent mask that wouldn’t make Pete look like something out of a child’s nightmare. I went with Owl for Remus tho- figured it’d be a bit better than wolf given the time of the month and all.”

#c:sirius

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There wasn’t a single moment of her life when Pandora wasn’t fully prepared for someone to fall madly in love with her right then and there. This radiated from her– she was equally poised and proper as she was warm and approachable. Tonight, in addition to her usual easy confidence, she reveled in the added power and ease that anonymity gave her.

She found herself standing alone, as she often did, standing somewhere against a wall, near a table. Her fingers twiddled, however gracefully, at her chest as she stared off at the beauty of the ball, the gowns twirling in the center of the room, masks obscuring people’s identities but not their smiles. It was breathtaking and she took the moment to experience the elegance of it all, instead of dwelling on the fact that she was once again alone.

In a moment, the peaceful daze in her eyes turned to joy as someone walked up to her. She accepted the glass with a nod and a smile. “Thank you very much, deer,” she curtsied slightly and tapped the tip of his mask. “You mustn’t be so hard on yourself, though. Your suit is lovely and you’re perfectly charming. And I must say the mask was a bold choice.”

“Ah, a punny girl- quite the rarity these days.” He reached past her, brushing her arm as he reached to grab himself a glass of punch. She was receptive to him... That gave him courage and blustered him up to a point where he felt himself grinning. “Why thank you, mystery woman. I thought, what the buck, why not try something a little out there?”

He turned so that they were standing next to one another and he followed where her eyes had been, watching the dancers. “So what are your thoughts on the evening? Did you meet your perfect match?”

#c:pandora

Unlike the deer mask resting on his face, for this moment James was every inch the predator instead of the prey. He’d been granted a moment of reprieve, away from his date and his brothers. Maybe it was the thought of what had happened in the library, or the fear that James was losing his tenuous grasp on everything that he’d been holding onto for years that prompted him to seek out a girl who could give him that familiar thrill of power.

He found her standing alone near the drinks- it was interesting. Most girls who stood on their own exuded a regret of such a fact. This girl stood there matter-of-factly, as if she knew that someone was going to approach her. Well that someone was here. He sidled up to her, pouring a glass of the punch.

“Punch?” He extended a glass to her. “You look positively radiant, though I might be biased because we match.” James gestured to their respective hues of gold. “Though you pull it off better.” He added with a wink.