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This one called to me today. They are both disasters but I fear that's only right.

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James peered around the flat that he shared with Sirius. Despite their upbringing and combined vaults at Gringotts being rather substantial, the flat was small. With the war brewing and life in the Wizarding World being as it was, they’d opted to live in Muggle London and Sirius had wanted “the whole experience, Prongs.” And so they lived in a dingy flat with one bedroom, one kitchen/dining/living space and a bathroom. James wasn’t even sure if their landlord knew that they both lived there. It was always Sirius that dealt with the bastard man, and James was very recently aware that Muggles actually gave a shit about two men loving each other - god forbid sharing a bed. 

A bed which was covered in take-away containers. As was the small dining table, the singular kitchen counter and the windowsills. It had been two months since they’d moved in, and James was trying to think of a time that they’d actually cooked something more complicated than beans on toast. 

Well shit. 

“Padfoot! Emergency household meeting. Now!” 

Sirius appeared from the living room, shirtless and bleary eyed. His long hair was tangled around his face and he had pillow marks pressed into his cheek. “Hmm?” he asked, cocking his head. 

For a second, James completely forgot why he wanted to talk to Sirius. He was so fucking cute! Merlin, he was lucky. There honestly wasn’t a luckier man in all of England, in all the god-damn world. He let his gaze trace the inky lines of Sirius’ new tattoo, a pair of antlers just above his hips. The skin was still red and the wrap still firmly in place, but James knew that particular tattoo was going to drive him absolutely mad. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it, trail kisses all the way to-

Nope. 

Badness. Focus James. 

“We have a problem, Si,” James blurted out as he felt his cheeks flush and he gestured to the mountain on empty containers.

Sirius groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing as they caught on the tangles. “We can tidy up.” 

And to prove his point, Sirius muttered a spell and waved his hand, doing some very impressive wandless magic as the containers all flew into the bins. Any cutlery or plates were immediately spotless and back in the drawers, and Sirius was already padding back out of the room, presumably to grab a cup of coffee or a fag. 

Rolling his eyes, James followed him. “Thanks, Pads, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What is?”

“We’re signing up for cooking lessons.”

he begs for harry sleepovers alllll the time after they move him to the nursery so of course lily agrees for father’s day (and birthdays, and christmas, and at least once a week for whatever excuse she can find because she loves it too). they have the slowest, sleepiest morning with breakfast in bed and then the three of them go to the park and lie on a blanket under the sun because summer has finally arrived and it’s a perfect day!

they count the freckles on harry’s face until james worries that they didn’t apply enough sun cream on him and so they head home, stopping to get ice cream on the way. harry goes down for a nap and james and lily plot out all the things they want to show harry this summer. lily insists on making james’s favourite meal for him which is great in theory but it’s really just james’s favourite because he loves making it so he forces his way into the kitchen & they work together instead. harry toddles around in his walker, hitting their shins repeatedly.

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