#sirius&james

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“i never snogged someone,” james said, flipping through his “quidditch through the ages” as sirius lied down next to him, reading a book he had borrowed from remus for the summer.

sirius snorted. “never? for someone as attractive as you, i’m surprised.”

“you know i’d have told you if i had,” he chuckled, “when have we not shared that kind of stuff?”

“we always have.” sirius nodded. “you curious?”

“kinda,” james shrugged, taking a hopeful (no, actually, it was curious, obviously; why would it be hopeful?) peek at sirius as he sat up, hooking their legs together., slotting their bodies together.

“you wanna see what it’s like?” he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at james. “i’ve been told i’m wicked good at it.”

yet, his answer did not come verbalised, but as making his and sirius’ lips meet, which he instantly responded to by cupping james’ face and deepening their kiss; he carded his fingers through sirius’ hair, his thumb rubbing at the flesh of sirius’ neck. sirius slid his tongue into james’ mouth, teeth and lips clashing for what felt like an eternity, james’ heart hammering in his chest.

“you’re utter shit at it,” sirius chuckled when they finally broke apart, his face flushed and hair tousled.

“you just don’t want to admit good at it, too,” james winked, lightly jabbing sirius in the ribs with his elbow.

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Lily Evans' best friend

Lily hurriedly left her bed, not bothering to wash up or carefully pick out her outfit like usual. Instead, she grabbed yesterday's uniform, pulled her shoes on, and quietly left her dorm to not disturb her sleeping roommates anymore than she had already done in her hurry to leave.

She practically ran down the stairs, almost slipping over on her way to the hall. But she made it unscathed and pushed the great hall's doors open with more flurry than she meant to.

Her eyes instantly found James Potter. He was sitting in his usual place at the gryffindor table, one of the only students eating breakfast at this ungodly hour.

His eyes found hers at much the same time, and a grin fell onto his lips.

"Morning, Lily", he spoke as soon as she walked over, "Uh, what's with the hair? I know I look dashing with my messy, bed hair look but it's not fitting for everyone, you know?"

She glared at him before taking a seat across and folding her arms.

"I was in a hurry to get down here."

"So I'm not your style inspiration?"

Lily huffed, ignoring his question, "I have a bone to pick with you, Potter?"

James' grin dwindled, "Potter? Thought we were past that now?"

"No. I'm annoyed."

"At me?"

Lily sighed, banging her head against the table rather dramatically.

"At Sirius, which is basically the same thing as being annoyed at you, I suppose."

Her words were muffled against the wood, but James seemed to understand as he nodded, poking her head before speaking.

"And why are you annoyed at Sirius and, by association, me?"

Lily glanced up to him, bright green eyes glaring at him.

"He's my best friend."

James blinked.

"Sirius?"

"Yes."

"Sirius is your best friend?"

"Yes."

"Right", James matched her glare, "And why in Merlin's name is that a thing to be annoyed at him for? He's a great best friend."

"I know that", Lily rolled her eyes, "But I'm a competitive person, as you well know."

"So?"

"So", she huffed again, "If Sirius is my best friend, then that means I'm competiting for him with you! And guess who is and will always be winning that? You! Why couldn't you just have him! I'll go be best friends with Marlene!"

James laughed, "Well you wouldn't win that one either, she's been cozying up with Dorcas Meadowes lately."

Lily sighed, resting her head against her hand, "I'm perpetually losing."

"Why can't we just share?"

"Because you're just as competitive, if not more, than me, and you know it."

James grinned, "Hm, true. Guess you're stuck losing to me then."

"Great", Lily glared at him once again.

"Are you going through some sort of crisis, Evans?" A voice barked in laughter behind her.

She turned around to change the object of her glaring.

"Jeez", Sirius laughed again, taking a seat next to her, "Just a joke."

"I'm annoyed at you."

Sirus blinked, turning to James to look for an answer.

James grinned, "She's realised you're her best friend and is very upset that she isn't yours."

"That's a stupid thing to be annoyed about."

"You're such a git", Lily turned away from him, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "It's stupid because you are mine too."

"What?"

"What?"

Sirius' smirked as he glanced between James and Lily, the same bewildered look on both their faces.

"You know people refer to me and James as this joint entity?"

Lily nodded, "It's always 'James&Sirius'."

"Right", he leaned back in his seat, "But that's not the only joint entity that exists."

"What's the other?" Both James and Lily leaned forwards, curious, and spoke at the same time.

Sirius let out another laugh as he spoke, "It may be more recent, but I think we're going to be hearing a lot more 'Lily&James'."

"Us?" The two spoke again, glancing to each other.

Sirius gave a firm nod, "Right. So really, it's rather impossible to pick between Lily&James, just as much as it is between James&Sirius."

"I'm my own person, Sirius."

"Doesn't mean you can't also be intrinsically connected and irremovable to another person."

James seemed to have a rather red tint to his cheeks as his spoke, "And that's me and Lily?"

Sirius shrugged, rather nonchantly when Lily&James seemed to be half way to a panic attack.

"Course."

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The door was opened for Sirius by James, who was holding his newborn son in his arms, his little cheek pressed against his father’s bare chest.

“Being a dad suits you,” Sirius grinned, stepping inside. James had dark circles forming under his eyes, and a five o’clock shadow ghosted against his handsome features. “You look different.”

James gave him a laugh. “Ha, thanks. I let Lily sleep; we’re taking turns with trying, emphasis on trying, because it’s rather unsuccessful, to put him to sleep. He’s as restless as I am.”

“And he looks just like you, too,” He said, looking at the boy fondly.

James nodded towards the couch, flicking the light switch on. “Come on, let’s sit down. I’ve been pacing around the kitchen for an hour and a half and the most I got was him closing his eyes for fifteen minutes. I wanted to set him into his bed and then, it was over.”

Sirius chuckled, crossing the kitchen and sitting down. He ran a hand through his hair; he wasn’t feeling particularly rested himself. He had just come from a mission, and decided to stop by at the Potters before going back to his apartment in London. He’d been away for nearly a month, and hadn’t seen his godson ever since.

“How are you feeling?” James asked, sitting down gently. “Do you want me to make you a cuppa?”

“Don’t bother. Won’t be around long,” Sirius said, taking off his leather jacket and putting it on the armrest. His godson really looked just like his father; except, of course, his eyes, his mother’s entirely, almond-shaped and emerald green. He was watching Sirius curiously from his safe spot on his father’s chest, propped up by his arm.

“At least he stopped crying,” James laughed, “right after you knocked on the door. Reckon he feels your presence. Come on, do you want to hold him?”

He bit his lip. “Sure,” Sirius shrugged, and the other man sat up slowly, leaning forward towards him their noses almost touched, and placed Harry (because that was the name they had decided on, an ode to James’ grandfather, Henry) in Sirius’ arms.

Harry stirred; then, stretched his arm, and his chubby hand wrapped around Sirius’ finger, the one with the ring that he had been bound to take off for a long time. He gave it a weak squeeze and yawned, his little mouth opening and closing into a content smile. He blinked at Sirius with his green eyes once, twice, then put his hand on his godfather’s shoulder and his head on his chest and closed his eyes.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to sit still for the next two days and a half,” James grinned, pressing a fluttering kiss to his son’s forehead, covered by a tuft of black hair. He stretched, his shirt riding up and exposing the hair on his stomach, and slumped back with a pleased groan. “You’re the only one he sleeps with; Wormtail’s been around, and when he tried, Harry started crying so hard he threw up.”

Sirius winced. “Yikes. I imagine he wasn’t too pleased by that. Remus?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been gone. Left about a week after you did and hasn’t come back yet. He won’t tell us where Dumbledore sends him, though. I’m worried about him.”

The other man tsked, displeased. “Obviously. Whatever,” He said, placing his hand on the small of Harry’s back, “just know that if you ever need me to take any of your missions, I’ll be there to do it.”

James frowned. “You’re already throwing yourself in too much, mate. You’re taking missions upon missions; I haven’t seen you properly ever since Harry’s birth. And, besides, you don’t look like you’ve been taking care of yourself too much.”

He was right; Sirius had lost weight, the dark circles underneath his eyes were even more pronounced than usually and, having seen his reflection in the side-view mirror of a car, he was looking particularly pale and miserable.

He just shrugged as an answer. James put a warm hand on his shoulder.

“Stay the night, Padfoot.”

And so, Sirius did.

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May I request your headcanons to Sirius running away to James? Like, what was the reason, how did he get there and - if you'd bless me - a little writing of him arriving?

the breaking point for sirius was the request to join the death eaters

it was supposed to happen right after christmas, after the family dinners; everything was planned, and it wasn’t what he wanted to do with his life

his bags had been packed ever since before christmas, and he charmed them invisible and sent them to the potters; no one from the ministry would know that it was him who did magic, in an entire house of wizards and witches

he ran away the night of christmas, after his parents were asleep; it was snowing, a thick coat of white on the pavement

he turned into padfoot and ran, ran through the streets until he made it to james’ place

Snippet:

There was a knock on James’ door. Dressed up in a festive sweater, a Father Christmas hat on his head and just a few nicked glasses of eggnog, he opened the door.

Sirius was standing in his doorway. Snowflakes were woven through his hair, and he was still dressed in his dress robes. His eyes were tired, but there was a glint of something different in them, something mischievous, something free.

“I did it,” He said, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath he took.

“How did you?—” James started.

“Padfoot. I turned into Padfoot and I ran. All the way through here. I didn’t know where else to go, James. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Blimey, get in, you’re freezing,” He said, putting a protective arm around Sirius’ shoulders and guiding them inside. “Mum! Mum! Dad!” He shouted, closing the door with his foot. “I’m so proud of you,” He whispered into his ear, and Sirius gave him one of those knowing smiles.

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james’ fingers ran through sirius’ curls. his back was resting against the tall walnut tree in the potters’ garden, and the sun shine on them through the thick branches and leaves.

“i’m glad you’re here,” james said, looking down at his friend, whose head was resting in his lap.

sirius hummed, contentedly, and smiled, his eyes closed. “i’m glad i’m here, too, mate.”

ever since sirius had come to the potters, it was obvious that he was doing better. instead of the ghost-like pallor that he had when he showed up on the potters’ doorstep, sirius’ skin had taken a light, pleasant tan. his hair had gotten longer and his smile wider, and he was no longer glaring at james’ mother and father, instead now making light conversation with them, doing crosswords with fleamont and laughing with euphemia.

and, selfishly, maybe, james thought about himself, too. about how he was lonely during the summer holidays. his parents were great, that was undeniable, and they offered him everything they could; however, he could not, with them, achieve the wordless connection that he only had with teenagers, that he only had with sirius. he thought, within him, that this was good for both him and sirius; sirius finally had a safe place to live in, with people that loved him, and james had his best friend back.

james looked up to the thin rays of sun peeking through. it was bound to be a good summer, he was sure of it.

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james was sure that his wedding would be the best day he would ever live. while they were waiting for lily, he was fiddling with his cufflinks, and remus chuckled at his nervousness.

"you're going to be fine, mate," he said, reassuringly, although a bit teary-eyed.

she was walking down the aisle, as beautiful as always, her face covered by the veil; james could swear his heart stopped here and there until she stepped in front of him, and his smile was so wide, and his glasses were askew, the very same way they always were.

he delicately put his hands on the veil, grinning like a schoolboy, and, pulling it over the head of his wife, he met the face of no one other than sirius.

"kiss me, my beautiful, insanely handsome, husband," sirius whispered, and both of them erupted into laughter.

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“hey,” sirius said, jumping over the couch headrest and landing next to james. “i have a question.”

james hummed, kicking his feet up in sirius’ lap, the two of them taking up the majority of the couch. “what’s that?”

“have you ever wondered what life would be like if our usual form was our animagi? and if we had to turn into humans every day?” he asked, letting his head fall with a faint thud.

james stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing the information. “oh my god,” he whispered, sitting up straight in two seconds’ time and glaring at sirius. “oh my god, what if!”

sirius smirked, leaning against the armrest. “what if,” he mused, watching james’ expression. “what if all of us were animals, and you had to undergo the whole ritual in order to turn into humans.”

james’ eyes widened. these were the usual kind of conversations that he and sirius had, yet they always managed to bring a smile to his face, or an occasional giggle.

he and sirius had this effect on each other, and maybe that was what made them who they were.