10 things in James Potters giant “mum bag”
1. Peter’s Inhaler
2. Individual snacks and food bags for everyone (mostly made up of Effie’s left over cooking)
3. Remus and Regulus’ Meds along with a pack of Pain relief
4. A gazillion pens
5. Sirius’ sketch book
6. Spear reading books incase anyone gets bored
7. Photos (Half of them are just him and Regulus being couple goals whilst all the others are the Marauders&Co doing the most random stupidest shit out there)
8. Hair ties (mostly for Marlene, Dorcas and Sirius)
9. Pack of Joints -cause you never know when you’re gonna need them
10. A bottle of Jack Daniels
53 notes
·
View notes
@wolfstarmicrofic March 8 – prompt 8: Pepperup Potion – word count 530
Pepperup Potion - Relieves and/or cures cold symptoms
“Hold still, Moony… Here we go.”
Sirius carefully poured the Pepperup Potion they had taken turns to brew for the past three days. Peter, being the best at Potions, had started it up, and now him and Remus were collecting it in a vial to bring it up to the dorm, where Peter was keeping watch on James.
“Let’s hope it works, I’d like to sleep tonight,” Remus yawned.
Like every winter, James had come down with a solid cold. And like every time it happened, it had been a tragedy. He had taken to bed, asking for hot tea with honey, lamenting the fact he couldn’t play Quidditch and wondering aloud between coughs if that was it, if this was the year the cold killed him. So the rest of the Marauders had sprung into action and finally the potion was ready. Sirius and Remus left the dungeons and walked back to Gryffindor Tower, not even stopping once to make out in some hidden corner. They needed James to get well soon, for his sake and for their own peace of mind and sleep schedule. Case in point, when they walked back in the dorm James was wondering out loud if he would ever be able to breathe through his nose again and Peter was sitting by his bed, head in his hands.
“Please tell me it’s ready,” he groaned, looking up at them. “Or I’ll get someone to put him out of his misery.”
“That’s spineless, Wormtail,” Sirius laughed. “Why don’t you kill him yourself?”
“Because I’ll be asleep by then,” Peter yawned, getting up from the chair and throwing himself on his own bed, closing the curtains with a flick of his wand.
“Here, Prongs,” Remus said, carefully helping James up and holding the vial to his mouth. “This will make you feel better in no time.”
“Promise?” James whined.
“I promise,” Remus nodded. “Drink this, go to sleep and you’ll wake up feeling yourself again.”
James did as he was told and settled back on the pillows. Sirius watched Remus tuck him in and close the curtains wishing him sweet dreams.
“I’m knackered,” he groaned then. “Nap?”
Sirius nodded and they curled up together on Remus’s bed, not even bothering to change out of their robes.
“You’re really good with him when he’s like this,” Sirius said, resting his head on his boyfriend’s chest.
“I know how it feels to not be well,” Remus yawned.
“I know, but you have so much patience… You’ll be an amazing father if you have kids one day, Moony.”
There was a moment of silence, so long Sirius thought Remus had fallen asleep. Then, a hand threaded through his hair.
“Would you?” Remus whispered.
“Would I what?”
“If I wanted kids one day… Would you?”
Sirius’s heart jolted in his chest and he moved his head up to be able to look Remus in the eyes.
“Have children with you?” he asked.
Remus nodded slowly and Sirius’s heart skipped a beat.
“Merlin, yes,” he breathed.
They fell asleep as they were still kissing.
64 notes
·
View notes
Remus: population growth is just a formal mathematical way of saying, how fast can people fuck?
Lily: it’s also another way of saying, how fast can people fuck and also die?
James: actually it’s more like, how much faster are people fucking than they are dying?
Sirius: fuck to death ratio
Regulus: the future is in good hands, I see
898 notes
·
View notes
Regulus would be the sort of person to nod and hum while you tell him a story, Sirius would be the sort to bitch about the villain in it and gasp an necessary unnecessary amount, while James would do both, promise to not tell anyone and then with his goldfish memory forget it in a day. Buuutttt if he did remember it he would tell Effie. Fight the wall.
40 notes
·
View notes