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james got contacts for the sole purpose of wearing them while having sex with regulus because he didn’t want to miss a single detail
Sirius was genuinely confused why his animagus form was a dog.
He expected a lion, or a grim, or just something fierce. Something dangerous.
Instead, he’s a giant, shaggy, over-affectionate dog who just wants to be petted.
He feels embarrassed by it at first. It feels too soft. Too needy.
But then, as Padfoot, he realizes he can do things Sirius Black is "too cool" to do.
He can rest his head on Remus’s ’s knee. He can lick Remus’s ’s cheek when he’s sad. He can curl up at the foot of Remus’s ’s bed.
And when Remus scratches him behind the ears and whispers, "good boy, Pads," Sirius feels a rush of affection so strong it nearly forces him to transform back right then and there.
He realizes the dog isn't a mistake. The dog is the part of him that just wants to be loved.
remus: this is a bad idea
james: bad ideas are kind of our brand
regulus: speak for yourself
james: babe you’re literally here
james assumes everyone is his friend until proven otherwise. sometimes even after they’ve proven otherwise.
james has zero sense of danger but an incredible sense of timing. he always says the worst possible thing at exactly the wrong moment.
james is the type of vampire who refuses to drink from blood bags because “it tastes like watered-down sadness,” but also refuses to drink from people because “that’s unethical, sirius.” so he spends half his immortal existence dizzy, dramatic, and leaning against walls like he’s about to faint.
hc regulus has a secret window alcove on the third floor where he escapes from everyone. the marauders found it once. sirius felt like he entered a sacred ancient temple. james immediately sat on the sill like he owned it.
james potter has the type of optimism that is both inspiring and deeply concerning. like he’ll fall off his broom, tumble twenty feet, crash into the stands, stand up with grass in his hair and go, “that could’ve been worse :)” and everyone is like “james, YOUR ARM.”
Remus: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?
Mary: What? No, I—
James: *enters room*
Remus: *jaw clenches*
mary macdonald gives the marauders unsolicited skincare advice. she threatened to put sunscreen on sirius by force.
james: do you want a kiss
regulus: i want peace
james: okay but like… a kiss?
remus absolutely has a “professor voice” he unconsciously uses when he explains things; sirius finds it stupidly hot and james finds it stupidly funny.
regulus's pet peeves are: loud chewing, people breathing too loudly, sirius wearing his clothes, sirius existing near his things, being ignored when he knows he is right and sloppy spellcasting
james: can we talk about our feelings?
regulus: no.
james: okay. want to hold hands?
regulus: …yes.
remus owns a cardigan that sirius loves so much he basically steals custody of it; they pass it back and forth like it's a relationship contract.
sirius: why can’t you two act normal
regulus: i’d say ask james, but he can’t talk with his mouth full
james: SIRIUS DON’T LISTEN TO HIM HE’S A LI—
lazy morning sex with sirius sprawled over remus (*•؎ •*)