deerly beloved

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                         “ — are you nearly done or are we going to spend all day here? “

           fingers reach down to pet the cat   &.   small coos of affection are silenced when the other walks into the apartment   ,   a heavy sigh sits on his lips as he knows there is nothing to stop this from happening. he crosses the apartment   ,   not caring if the glass shards from the graveyard of wine bottles that have found their end smashed against the walls dig into his feet.   ❝  no   ,   just got back an hour ago.   ❞    he sits on the couch    ,   reaching for the pack of cigarettes that were tucked under a stack of unopened letters from his mother. the sound of the lighter flickering echos in the room as silence seems to bleed from the baseboards.    ❝    i hung out with a group of muggles in bibury   ,   pretended that i was some art major from kings college.   ❞    he ashes the cigaret on the coffee table    ,   the ash filling in the groves of the carvings that litter the wood. names   ,   dates   ,   a dog   ,   &.   phrases etched into the wood so that he may not forget.    

“Remind me that I’m your favorite auror,” Alice teased, holding a coffee just out of reach for James. She was surprised to see him in the office before her and had been planning on simply leaving it on his desk, but this was more fun. “Any reason you’re in early today,” she asked, handing over the coffee. @elaphxs​

“I was just providing some very careful supervision to make sure it didn’t go to shit. If you died under my watch, I’m pretty sure Lily would murder me.” A shit-eating grin appeared on his lips as he lazily laced his fingers together then rested them behind his head, stretching out further on the couch now James had moved. “Was this couch not made specifically for Padfoot? Weird. He was going to scare your cat away so at least there’s only dog hair, not a combination of both.” 

Sirius reached over to take a sip of the whisky before his lips quirked back up into his smile. “You’re right, I’m very much in love with my captor. I can’t believe you got married to somebody who isn’t ME. And I also can’t believe you’re out here being all domestic with somebody else, leaving me alone. My heart is broken.” 

      Shaking his head slightly, “ I don’t think I could’ve killed myself with just  screwdriver and a hammer, ” James sighed, “ I’m offended you think so lowly of me. ” He enjoyed nights like these with Sirius. James constantly worried about his friend – his brother, knowing he was at least right infront of him eased his worries slightly. “ Leave the poor old cat alone. I might just have to use my screwdriver and hammer to build Padfoot a doghouse out back if he keeps it up. ” James spoke sternly, though the playful swat with his foot at Sirius’ leg showed the true playful nature of his words.

It was the small things that made Lily love James as much as she did. The way he knew exactly what she needed without her even having to ask, the way he naturally moved to comfort her, the soft touches and even gentler tone he used as he reassured her that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Fair enough,” she hummed, trying not to give into the dark concerns that plagued her mind. “That’s not true – there’re plenty of people who can do those things just as well as I can. I do love you, James, but you have to admit your biases are coming through.” She laughed lightly. “– And Sirius? He’s okay? I didn’t see him tonight, myself. Which is odd, you have to admit. It might’ve been the first time in weeks that I didn’t see him for a whole day. Sometimes I wonder if we should’ve gotten a bigger place, since everyone’s over all the time.” Lily paused. “Then again, if we did, that’d just mean we’d have more painting to do.”

           its a dog   -    eat    -   dog world out there   ,  lightning rods clipping up the seams as the shock can be felt in every turn of the world. his head is vibrating with the synth waves of the songs of the future. he was a ghost last week   ,   wandering the countryside with a group of students. the sound of the locks turning echoes in the space between them when will open the door.  ❝  i can or cannot confirm if william is here.   ❞    his lips pull into a small smile when grape wanders from between his legs to greet the other. there was no lights on the apartment    ,     papers stuck against the windows to block the light. for a week   ,  he was loss itself   ,   the lament in between foreknowledge   &.   being.   ❝  i would invite you inside but i got mold in my fridge i think?  ❞   from the gaps in the paper    ,   small light streams through to give the apartment a hazy light. wine bottles littered across the coffee table   ,   pictures nailed to the wall   ,   scratches on the dinning table of dates   ,    &.   shattered glass in the corner.  

The Potter cottage in Godric’s Hollow was already one of Sirius’ favourite places in the world. Despite the fact that there were still cardboard boxes filled with James and Lily’s lives, it was already perfect and homely and Sirius just wanted to move in with them. Even though he’d had his own place since he was seventeen, it was still fairly barren because he hated being there. He hated being alone which was why most of the time he was either crashing out at James’ or Remus’. 

He was sat on the other end of James’ brand new sofa which was squashy in all the right places and gave Sirius far too much joy. Already he knew he’d be spending many nights sleeping on it, finding excuse after excuse to be here. “In some ways, this is the most productive we’ve been since we left school.” He snorted out laughter and then nodded at James’ proposal, a wicked grin on his lips as he heard the clock strike. “What a SHAME, it looks like I’ll have to test out your couch tonight. Sometimes it really feels like you’re keeping me hostage here.” 

     James let out another chuckle, “ Productive? I’m the one who did all the work. You just sat on your arse and read the instructions occasionally. ” He scoffed, teasingly of course. He disappeared into the kitchen, coming back a few moments later now with two whiskey glasses in hand. He placed one glass on the box infront of the couch that had become a makeshift table, “ I suppose you’ll have to stay the night, ” he started with an exaggerated sigh, “ just don’t go all canine, I want to enjoy a pet hair-free couch for as long as possible. ”

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     The sun had long gone over Godric’s Hollow, sunrays replaced by moonbeams. The Potters’ cottage stood only a stone throw away from the center of the village. The square usually would have been filled with people on a crisp, clear night like this; but as nine o’clock and the ministry-mandated curfew drew near the village was a ghost town. 

Lily felt more conflicted than ever. She was in a tough spot. If she asked for more information, she might be told something that she didn’t actually want to hear – something that would only worsen the knot that tightened in her stomach every time James left for Order business, these days. But if she didn’t ask at all – then she’d never know. Which was worse? Every time that she thought she had an answer, she second guessed herself. Her hands still in his hair as he looked up at her, she moved to sit on his leg, letting the silence that hung between them do all the talking instead. “They’re going to need to do a lot worse to get to you, aren’t they?” she asked, her arm moving to rest on his shoulder. “Maybe I should’ve gone out there with you, then. – It wasn’t so bad, and nobody got hurt in a way they couldn’t’ve fixed themselves. And, really, someone’s got to keep an eye on you. I wouldn’t want you to do anything stupid or brash and get yourself truly hurt. I –” Lily shook her head. “I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

remus could remember the days where he’d hide behind large books just to keep the world from staring down at him. there wasn’t anything he hated more than being the way he was. from the cursed scar that split his lip to his hands that looked as if they belonged to an elder gentleman. he knew that the scars were the first thing people saw when they met him. though, he kind of felt as if that wasn’t the first thing james saw. he liked to think that he charmed the marauders with his intelligence and his quick wit. ( – his overwhelming kindness was also a plus, but remus never liked to think highly of himself in any account. ) he was a fucking werewolf and even if he didn’t choose that fate– it still felt as if someone was trying to make his life the worst it could possibly be. they hadn’t completely succeeded, because here he was actually happy for the first time in weeks. all he had to do was spend time with james.

he never got personally offended that james was busy now. he was happy for him. so fucking happy and while remus was normally a playful drunk, the warm recollection of his appreciation towards james flooded him like an ocean.  ❝‌   right, like i’m not sappy,  ❞ there was a pause, then a laugh upon the realization that he most certainly was not sappy. remus was sentimental, but hardly sappy. he hated outwardly expressing his feelings in fear of fucking things up.  ❝‌   i just think you’re saying that because i’m a lot less menacing without my furry little claws,   ❞ he wiggled his fingers, clawing at the air playfully.  ❝‌   we should go somewhere super muggle. pretend magic isn’t real for a little bit.   ❞

      Remus was in luck. At the age of eleven, the scars that covered him barely concerned James. He was too wrapped up in actually being around other boys his age. He had been a moving force colliding with an immovable object. Breaking down his friend’s walls had been a long but rewarding task. He wouldn’t trade the friendship he had with Remus for anything. With the end of his auror training coming soon, all sorts of order missions, and his new marriage, James felt like he had barely had time to see Remus, any of his friends really.

James looked tired. Exhausted. Lily wanted to ask him what had happened earlier in the night, but she knew that all of those questions wouldn’t do either of them any good. She could get more information in the morning, when both of them were better rested. Smiling softly as he took the mug from her, she watched as he took a sip, trying not to at least laugh a little when he offered it back to her. “Hmm, so it is,” she hummed after taking a sip from the mug, herself. “More for me, then, I suppose.” His head felt heavy against her stomach; she couldn’t help but wonder what trouble he’d gotten into only hours before. “There are enough of us here who know how to heal people. Right now, I’m the one in need of something.” Lily ran her hand through his hair and placed the mug down before kissing him gently on the head. “You.” She paused for a moment, letting the silence hang there between them. “Tonight – you’re alright, aren’t you? Nothing too…” she wouldn’t let herself finish the sentence. Doing so would only curse them and make her anxieties into reality. “I worry about you.”

Although she intended her words to come across as exactly that, Lily wasn’t going to admit to it straight out. “Oh?” she asked, continuing to pick at her breakfast without taking even the smallest of bites. “I didn’t say it was you, James. If you’re feeling guilty, that’s entirely on you, isn’t it?” She wasn’t mad. It was incredibly difficult to be angry with James, especially over something so small. Frustrated, maybe, was a better word. “Those chocolates were supposed to be for… if I don’t feel well,” she reminded him, hoping he wouldn’t make her say the words she was thinking out loud.

     A small smirk grew on his face, the same one that had been his signature look all throughout their schooling days. “ I’ve only had the two pieces that you said I could have when I asked first, ” he responded before pausing, “ I will admit that I may have taken another one while you were napping the other day. But that’s it! ” he finished, pointing a finger at Lily for a moment. “ Gonna refill m’cuppa. ” James announced as he stood up, moving towards the kettle sitting on the stove. He pulled his wand out from his pocket, and with a flick the ingredients came to life, preparing his drink without him needing to bat an eyelash. James held out his hand has the fresh cup floated towards him. He had put the drink to his lips as she spoke again.