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James and Sirius finally hype each other up to confess to their respective crushes only to have Remus and Peter walk in, faces red but hands gripping each other tight, blurting out that they're dating now - have been for the last month or so.

And just like that.

Hearts shattered.

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James: *ducking his head into the dorm* Hey, so do I bring the corsage or do you want to?

Peter: What?

James: For the ball.

Peter: The ball? What ball? We’re going to the ball?

James:

James: Ohh, I knew there was something I forgot to ask you last night.

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And James’s mouth tasted like syrup and everything crackled like a bursting flame against his skin. Slow warmth trickled down Peter’s chest. Quietly, he pulled away. James’s eyes fluttered open. Like he was the moon and the stars, James stared at Peter in gaping awe. Like he was something to marvel at.

“Marry me?”

Peter snorted. “Ask me again when we’re older,” he said. Thirteen years old was far too young to get married.

James caught his cheeks in both hands and pulled him in again. “Okay.”

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James Potter, at the tender age of 11, was introduced to Peter Pettigrew, an unremarkable boy who's biggest highlight was that he tried his absolute best and held his head up in moments where hanging it low made sense, and wound up crashing head over heels in adoration for him in a matter of seconds is the only marauders headcanon I will ever believe in.

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James getting nowhere when he flirts with Peter, leading him to overcompensate when he flirts with Lily, leading him into a complete and utter turmoil because one won't get it and the other thinks he's just doing it to be a prat.

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Peter: How about this? If we’re both single by the time we’re forty, we get married.

James: Okay. Will- will we have to kiss with each other?

Peter: What? No! Of course not.

James: *dejectedly* Oh, good...’cause I definitely... didn’t want to. Right.

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Summary:

The first time Peter officially met James Potter, he was eleven years old and nervously tucked into Remus’s side. Remus was also eleven and just as tucked into Peter’s side, though less nervous and much calmer. At the time, James was just as old as they were, if not a month or so older than Remus and two months or so younger than Peter, and was attached to Sirius, who was still ten and hanging off of James’s arm.

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[It felt disgustingly unbearable, the realization that I had to come to terms with the fact that I was nothing like who I had wished to become.//or/and//The plum bloomed small pruny sprouts as the signals of summer drowned its image in the sweltering surface of the pool water.//or/and//Peter kept an eye on James who had gone all rosy from his drinking and had kept yawning for the last ten minutes.]Couldn't decide. Don't even know if they count as fic- could only come up with dark stuff somehow

Did all three!! :D

It felt disgustingly unbearable, the realization that I had to come to terms with the fact that I was nothing like who I had wished to become. It is the terms of the conspirator and the Devil who we wish upon but can never rely for our dreams to become reality, I noted.

In my hand I held what could only be the final remnants of a dream I once owned. Coveted. Longed for in a way that no man should.

And in the end, longing appeared to be my, and his, untimely undoing.

The plum bloomed small pruny sprouts as the signals of summer drowned its image in the sweltering surface of the pool water. Gin burned, like the summer sun, against her throat and she coughed hackingly as she ducked her mouth away from the rim of the bottle.

“Agh,” Pidge groaned, staring horrified at the bottle. “That- That was disgusting. Why do people like this?”

Lance ducked under the water and eased his way over to where she lounged at the edge of the pool. He broke across the surface and, gripping the rough concrete lining of the pool, pulled himself up enough to easily lick his way into her mouth. Pulling back after a few seconds, he grinned savagely, falling into a back float, and asked, “Better?”.

Peter kept an eye on James who had gone all rosy from his drinking and had kept yawning for the last ten minutes. James had the tendency to pass out into a sleep deeper than death when he got too drunk and he weighed more than Peter, Remus and Sirius combined could carry. In the low light, Peter could see his mouth was bitten red and arched an eye when James turned to smile softly and sleepily at him.

“Ready to head off, Prongs?” Peter teased, taking a swig from his glass.

James turned to him, face still grinning mad and wide. “Yes,” he said so sternly before cupping Peter’s face in his hands and dragging him forward for a sudden rough and sloppy kiss.

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