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whump-town · 3 years

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Red Fish, Blue Fish

This is for @genevievedarcygranger (i'm sorry you deserve better than whatever this is)

Hank chilling with Hotch but it's sad bc I don't know how to do happy

On Thursday Hank sits out on his front porch with his banana mushed in his right hand and his sippy cup in the other. He waits, as he does every Thursday, for the sound of Hotch’s old Jeep to pull into the driveway. The car doesn’t look like anything he’d drive but it’s one of the last things he has of Haley’s - the Jeep they bought together in Seattle. Her dream car. He drives it now for practicality and because as he gets older silly things make him sentimental. And he just loves this old car.

And Hank loves it even more.

Hank grows agitated - a deep feeling in his stomach making him just as upset as the mashed banana he now wants off his hands. Savannah steps out on the porch with him, having left knowing he’d stay put because he’d never miss Hotch pulling in for anything. She’s got a wash rag and drags the warmed cloth over his face and hands. Taking what’s left of the banana and tossing it into the grass for a bird to eat.

“Come on,” Savannah picks him up. “We gotta get you dressed.” Hank goes even if he’s a little confused. Every Tuesday and Thursday for as long as Hank can remember he’s spent the work day at Hotch’s. Occasionally, (if Hotch has a doctor’s appointment and when Jack has breaks from college) that planning gets mixed up and Hank doesn’t take it well. They come rarely because over the last three years Hotch just doesn’t schedule appointments for those days and Jack is nearly twenty-one and spends his breaks doing other things. Not hanging with his dad.

Hank realizes Hotch isn’t coming when Savannah starts to draw him a bath. He fights her even though he typically loves baths. “No mama,” he tries to push himself out of her arms. He wants to go back to the porch. Hotch can’t come unless Hank is down there to watch for him. “No mama no!” He cries when she’s triumphant and places him down in the tub. “Hops,” he reminds her with fat tears rolling his cheeks. “Hops comin’ mama. Hops.”

She washes the rest of the banana off of him, sighing, and trying not to get upset herself. “Hops isn’t coming baby.” He hadn’t come last week either but Hank had been too distracted by Uncle Spence making a surprise visit to notice. Which was entirely the point of Spencer coming on Hotch’s normally scheduled days. Savannah knew she wouldn’t be as lucky this week. Hank had noticed, he’d realized how long it had been since Hotch came around. And she’d still let him think Hotch was coming this morning. She needed the hour to gather herself, to call Derek, and be certain. To reassure herself of what’s happening.

Hank stops fighting her. His little shoulders drop and he sniffles pitfully as he lets her wash his body back off. “Not comin’?” he mumbles. Hotch always comes. He picks Hank up from DayCare early and they go to the park for ice cream. All it takes is one phone call and, even with other plans, Hotch will diverge his path to get Hank. How many lunches has Hank been to? Eating a banana muffin, seated on the ground, and leaning against Hotch’s leg while he and Emily talk over coffee in some dusty cafe’s bookstore. How many prestigious academy lectures? Laying on the floor and coloring while Hotch guest speaks in one of Reid’s classes.

Savannah stops and looks at her son. His little eyes are full of far too much sorrow for someone so small and typically full of such overwhelming joy. She wipes one of his tears and frowns when he sniffles, rubbing his nose with the back of his chubby fist. “We’re going to Hops’ house,” she tells him, “but you can’t see Hops. Not today, okay?” She cups his cheek, “Hops is sick.”

He didn’t tell anyone. Not Emily the Tuesday after he found out over their weekly coffee. He couldn’t. Not with Hank sitting in her lap and struggling to identify words he recognizes from One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. Not when he’d dropped Hank off knowing the treatment plan he agreed to would probably mean he’d eventually be too sick to take Hank every week. But he couldn’t say it out loud and make it true.

Last Monday he arranged for Dave to pick him up from the hospital after the surgery the oncologist thought would be minimal and a successful measure to get the cancer out of his body. With its success chemo could eradicate the rest and Hotch would manage to get through the whole mess without anyone having known a thing - the best alternative, in his opinion.

But his heart never does well under the stress of anesthesia.

“Sick?” Hank repeats and he turns this over in his head. Sick. He knows what to do. He nods his head, “o’tay. Gonna help?”

Savannah stops and refrains from the truth which is that there’s nothing they can do. This is all Hotch and the doctors. They’re only going over to his house - you know, she doesn't even know why they’re going over there. Dave and Emily have taken up a semi-permanent residence. Garcia’s bringing food and with Garcia comes Reid because he won’t say no to food. Derek’s over to put up a bar in the shower and he’ll be sucked into staying for dinner and wants her there so he doesn’t have to be alone. With all their normal babysitters there, Hank has to come as well.

With a hesitant nod, Savannah agrees. “Yeah, baby, we’re gonna help.”

Hank packs a bag to keep himself entertained under the helpful guide of his mother. He refuses the books she wants him to take and informs her moodily that he wants Hops’ books and not trucks. He can’t read the books at Hotch’s house but Savannah caves and decides that’s a problem for later. With his little bag on his back, he leads Savannah to the bathroom. Asks for the bandaids - stickers, he calls them - under the understanding that ouchies and fevers are the same as whatever is wrong with Hops and a bandaid will help. Savannah lets him take three. They’re just bandaids and it’s not a big deal.

His bandaids in one hand and his sippy cup in the other, Hank lets his mother put him in the car seat with no complaint. He’s forgotten his mother’s statement about not seeing Hotch and grows eager, excited as they take the familiar turns to get to Hotch’s house.

Derek meets them outside, his tension apparent to Savannah. He’s upset and she gets out, leaving Hank in the car out of earshot while they talk softly outside. Derek wipes his eyes of the tears trying to boil over, frustrated with himself for being upset and Savannah rubs his arm. Comforting him where he almost wishes she’d pressure him to pull himself together. She pulls him into a hug, holding him for a moment while he struggles to get a hold of his emotions. He’s scared and it hurts to see Hotch like this but he can’t and he won’t leave the team here alone. It isn’t fair and they could all use a little of Hank’s magic right now.

But Hank could care less about any of them.

He wants one person and one person only.

“Hank!”

Hank Morgan has had four-years to understand what everyone else around him leans blindly into. There is no need to knock, no shout in warning as he runs for the door of his favorite person in the whole world. His father can’t understand it, no one really can, but Hank loves Hotch. And after two weeks of missed Thursdays with no playing in the garden and napping to the sound of nature documentaries voiced by people with weird accents Hank is eager. He’s blind, he’s desperate and despite his father’s tone of voice he still fully expects to throw the front door open and find Hotch.

“Hank -” Derek tries to grab his son by the shoulders and stop his rapid pace towards the house. But even on baby legs the second he’s placed down on the ground, he’s running. Derek needs to give him a warning for what lies ahead but Hanks is on a roll with his excitement leading the pack. He slips right past his dad giving an excited little shout as he goes. It takes him a second to get up the steps, his legs too short to just run straight up them.

But Hotch isn’t standing at the front door.

Uncle Dave meets him instead on the other side of the door and cocks an eyebrow that’s humorous and light despite the way that the dimly lit living room strangles any chance at a good mood. “Where are you running off to short stack?” He’s not given a chance to answer as he’s lifted up, smothered in affections that he only pays half a mind.

Hank lets them kiss at his face. He limply goes into Spencer’s arms and just holds still while the genius squeezes the life out of him. Not even a single comment when Penelope has to brush tears from her eyes to accept him into her arms. He goes from person to person, answering their silly questions and sitting still with the understanding that he’ll end up with who he wants. He gets to Emily though and there is no Hops sitting beside her. No grumbling Hank has grown accustomed to hearing when the two of them are in the same room.

“Want Hops,” he tells Emily softly because if anyone can tell him where to find his rogue friend it’s Emily. In the way that he knows his mom is always with his dad, that Uncle Spence and Penny arrive in the same car, he knows that, typically, where Emily is there will eventually be a Hotch.

Emily smiles - a smile where her sadness is far better hidden than any of the others - and takes on a teasing tone. “Silly old Hops is taking a nap, ” she tells him with a shake of her head. She redirects him, hopes to distract him. “So, why don’t we go get a snack instead? Penny brought cookies and I think Hops has popsicles.” She kisses his forehead and stands, pulling him along with her. “What’re you thinking? Red popsicle?”

Hank turns over her shoulder, looking in the direction of the living room. He spots Hotch’s room, the door closed and the lights off. There he is, Hank knows. He’s in his room.

“Look—” Emily squeezes him, jerks his attention to the open freezer. “You want a squeeze?” She points to the box of GoGo squeez applesauce. The ones Hotch always keeps on hand for Hank. Typically, he can’t refuse them but Hank isn’t bothered with them. Emily sighs, “alright. Here, let me put you down. We’ll see what he has in the cabinets.” The second that Hank is on the ground he’s walking away. Leaving Emily in the kitchen trying to decide if these smiling gummies are half as good as they look.

Hank goes back to Hotch’s office, fingers trailing down the wall as he goes. He’s heading for the books he knows are for him on the lower shelf. He does take a moment to touch the covers of some of the larger books, ones he can only barely reach. Hotch steers him away from them but Hank likes their deep colors and their golden designs. It only makes him more curious as to what lies inside them. Mostly, he just wants to understand. That curiosity he has to know everything he can about the people around him. How his dad works with a hammer - he’s so strong it’s crazy. What Uncle Dave does with all the foods he puts in the pots and how it ends up tasting so good. And, more than anything else, what’s in these damn books.

Hank has his own shelf full of books that were once Jack’s and others that are a collection of books Hank has left here and ones that Hotch buys him when they go to bookstores. Hank decides on Dr. Seus a yellow book with fish - he has a hard time with the color yellow and as he pulls it down to take it to Hotch he’s excited to inform Hotch on it’s color. Though, he thinks it’s green.

It’s not hard to manage to get back to Hotch’s room, no one’s paying him any attention. Penelope is crying again and Savannah is rubbing Derek’s back, all of them listening to Dave talk somberly. They’re odd, Hank thinks, but that’s okay.

He pushes Hotch’s bedroom door open and is disheartened to find it so dark. No matter how many times Derek assures him there’s nothing in the dark and no matter how many times he’s taken a nap in this very room… he’s scared. Hesitantly, Hank steps into the dark back still close to safety. “Hops?” he asks softly. He can see something move on the bed, the hiss of something softly trailing through the room. Something beeps and it makes him jump and Hank bolts for the side of the bed. Running blindly to the side he thinks Hotch is at.

“Hops,” Hank frantically sweeps his arm over the side. He’s just a little too small to make it up the side by himself but he tries frantically. “Up Hops.”

Hotch coughs, squinting into the dark. He’d heard the door open - removed from himself in a distinctly drugged kind of way. In the back of his mind, the seemingly only alert part of him, assumed it was Dave back with more pills to swallow. Tiny fingers grab his wrist and Hank’s pleading, his fear, cuts through the fog idly. Hotch is pleasantly surprised to find Hank - afterall, he’d been more alert this morning enough to try and fight Dave over his typical day. Dave had been right though, Hotch isn’t well enough to watch after a toddler. Hank hits his side and the world brightens, pulled to focus by sharp pain that steals his breath.

“Please,” Hank cries. “Hops?”

Hotch can’t pull himself upright but he can vaguely make out Hank by his side. Little fingers holding onto the blanket. “Easy, ” Hotch whispers. He offers Hank his hand, grunting when the toddler quickly attaches himself to it. He’s sniffling, still crying as he grunts and struggles to climb up the side of Hotch's bed. His legs are a little too short but he makes up for it with determination. “Almost there, ” Hotch praises, moving his hand and giving the back of Hank’s pants a little pull to get him the rest of the way up.

Hank melts straight into him. Pushing his face into Hotch’s side and holding him, both arms around Hotch’s chest and holding tight. Hotch places his hand on Hank's back, rubbing it until his little sobs die down. “What are you crying for?” Hotch holds him close, ignoring the dull ache across his chest. After being stuck in this room, drugged and laying in the dark, he needs all the help he can get. He needs Hank with all his little questions and his snacks.

Hank calms down, sniffling sadly as he pops back up and rubs at his eyes. He looks down at Hotch, taking in this new situation. There’s a tube snaking around him and Hank can’t tell where it goes in or if it does but he frowns because he knows it must hurt and he doesn’t like that. Even the canal running Hotch’s nose. Gently Hank leans forward and touches it, frowning. “Hurts?”

Hotch shakes his head, “no. It doesn’t hurt.”

With a grunt, Hank adamantly accepts this. Hotch doesn’t lie so Hank trusts him but… it looks like it hurts. Hank leans against Hotch’s chest, curled up facing him. “You takin’ nap?” Hank asks.

Hotch nods his head, “something like that…” He keeps one hand on Hank, keeping the boy from getting too excited and rolling off the bed. Hank settles down close to him, scooting as close as he can. Half sitting on Hotch’s left side facing him. Hotch reaches up, ignoring the pull of his muscles, to place his palm to Hank’s face. “You gonna lay down with me?”

Hank grins and shakes his head. “Nuh-uh!” He pulls out his book, setting it down on Hotch’s chest. He scoots himself along the side of the bed, all clumsy baby movements, until he can move Hotch’s arm around him and lean against Hotch’s side. Putting his back against Hotch and laying his head on Hotch’s shoulder. Pulling his hand around him and into his lap. “Read?” he asks, cracking the book open and showing Hotch the page.

He hasn’t got a lot of energy, feels himself slipping with the simple strain of talking and watching Hank move in the dark of the room. He’s ashamed to admit, to even think, that he can’t sit up and hunt down his reading glasses and get through a simple children's book. Not even with Hank twisting around to look up at him like that. “You know the words, buddy.” Hotch has read it to him so many times and Derek even more. He gets a kick out of saying the words before them, and knows what each page says. “Why don't you read it to me?”

Hank frowns, looking at the book, and back at Hotch. He wants to read the book but he doesn’t know how. “You’ll help?”

Hotch smiles and nods, “of course I will.”

Hank settles back down and opens the book. The room isn’t really bright enough but Hank can see the page well enough. He skips the first page. There are big words and not enough pictures. “One fish,” Hank touches each fish as he goes. “Two fishes. Red fish and blue fish.” He looks back to Hotch and he nods, he’s right. “Black fish and blue fish and old fish and baby fish and green--”

“Yellow,” Hotch corrects softly. It’s not important that he’s getting the words wrong so much as the color. “It’s a yellow fish, see?”

Hank nods and repeats after Hotch. “Yellow fish and fish with a car.” He flips the page and lays his head down on Hotch’s side, curling up closer. He sits up, “can I have blankets?”

Hotch nods and Hank cheers softly and sits up. It takes him a moment but he scurries down beside Hotch, tugging the blanket up around him. “Comfortable,” Hotch asks and Hank frowns, trying to figure that out. It takes him another moment and Hank knows what it is - he sits up and pulls Hotch’s arm around him. Letting him lean back and he nods. It makes Hotch laugh a little, smirking. “Good.”

Hank lays his head back down on Hotch’s side and opens the book.

Derek finds them ten minutes later. Hank is just looking at the pictures, humming softly to himself as he traces the fish with his finger. Hotch is asleep, breathing not sounding any better than it had before but the room feels brighter. Things not so dense.

"I wondered where you ran off to," Derek whispers as he steps in.

Hank looks up from his book, "found Hops."

Derek nods, "yeah, I see that." He won't move Hank just yet. It's as calm as Hotch has been since he came home and Hank is being good. It keeps both trouble makers out of everyone's hair. "Will you watch him for me?" Derek asks playfully. "Seems like you're doing a good job."

Hank nods, attention going back to his book. "Yeah, I'm watchin'."

Derek leans over the bed and kisses Hank's head. Stopping for a moment and just looking at Hotch. His face pale and his breathing still not right.

"Hops is okay, daddy."

Derek clears his throat and nods. As he's walking out he hears Hank start the book over. His soft voice reading out, "one fish, two fish--"

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hank morgan #derek morgan #savannah morgan #emily prentiss #david rossi

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dameronology · 4 years

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anakin skywalker fluff alphabet

as requested by @drinksomecoco {happy belated birthday!💕)

i wrote this on my phone bc my laptop charger is broken (thank fuck for amazon prime) so pls excuse any grammar errors, i have proof read it but a few might have slipped through

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

anakin likes to spend time with you in either your quarters or his. when he’s in his own space and away from the noise and stress of the jedi temple, he can really let his guard down. his favourite thing is to hang out with you after a long day and catch up (and sometimes he’ll attempt to cook).

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

anakin being anakin, he would admire it when his s/o has a bit of a rebellious streak or the courage to go against the rules. that doesn’t mean he expects you to be as blatantly insubordinate as him, but he’ll always have your back if you get into a bit of trouble.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

anakin’s main concern is always you, so he’ll drop anything and everything when you need him. he’ll wrap you in a blanket and bring you tea, usually telling you stories of missions he’s been on to distract you & when you’re ready to talk about it, he’s all ears.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

anakin thinks a lot about moving away from coruscant, maybe to the outskirts of the city or even to a new planet entirely. he didn’t have the best childhood so he dreams about having kids of his own and giving them what he didn’t have. he knows it’s unrealistic, but he has moments where abandoning the order to start over with you feels so worth it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

he’s got a very head-strong personality, so anakin probably comes across as the dominant one without meaning to. with that said, if you call him out for it, he’s quick to act on it.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

anakin is so blindly in love with you that he’d probably forgive you for just about anything. with that said, he’s known to pick fights just for the hell of it if he’s in a difficult mood; they become rarer as your relationship progresses, but he can be very difficult.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he doesn’t show it everyday, but anakin is extremely grateful for you. you’re the only thing that stops him losing it completely some days; when he’s in a particularly soft mood, he’ll hold you for ages and whisper softly to you about how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

anakin can’t stand lying to you. he tells you everything; literally everything. it’s a symbol of how much he trusts you and the fact he can come to you with anything is one of the many reasons that he adores your relationship.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

on the whole, you make anakin a much brighter person. he has a tendency to be grumpy and difficult when he’s in a bad mood, but when he so much as thinks about you, his mood increases ten fold. he also becomes much less reckless given that coming home to you is his number once concern.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

anakin is usually very sure of himself but his biggest fear is you leaving him for someone who’s not a jedi, for someone who’s not so busy, for someone who’s not got so much on his shoulders. that can lead to him becoming quite insecure and skittish around people who show an interest in you, but it’s usually trumped by the fact he has total faith in you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

the first kiss was probably a little awkward, especially given that he has little experience, but once anakin has got it, he’s got it. he takes note of what you like and he puts it to use.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

anakin would just sit you down and tell it to you straight. he’s not the kind of person who beats around the bush, but he’d probably stumble on his words a little bit.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

if you’re down, so is he. anakin is very much aware of the risks and he knows what would happen if the council found out, but for you, it’s worth it. with that said, he doesn’t see it to be completely necessary; you guys are very much committed to each other, with or without a legal binding.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

sweetheart would be his number one nickname, and baby if he wants something

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

anakin is adorable when he’s in love. it’s a stark contrast from his usual emo attitude™ & everybody notices it. the only person who actually suspects love being the reason for it is his master, but he’s much happier and brighter.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

anakin is down for very low-key pda; he’ll have his hand on the small of your back or your fingers gently intertwined. he can be a little bit risky sometimes, pulling you behind pillars or into closets, but he’d never do anything unless he was certain you could get away with it.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

anakin skywalker has your back, no matter what - seriously, he’s the best ride or die you could ask for. nothing is too big or too small; you guys are a team, and he’s always looking out for you.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

anakin is romantic in the every day sense and the traditional sense. his main concern is looking after you; he’ll do little things to make your morning easier like bringing you coffee or laying your clothes out the night before. then, in a bigger sense, he loves bringing you flowers and surprising you with dinner.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

referring back to the ride or die thing, anakin will support you through anything and everything. your goals are his goals and he wants to see you do well and succeed, so he’ll do whatever he can to help you.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

anakin actually appreciates a little bit of routine; his job is pretty crazy, so he likes having a constant. with that said, he has a taste for adventure and sometimes he loves taking you on random getaways to different systems and planets.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

anakin knows you like the back of his hand. he’s a very observant person and he’s very quiet about it but he sometimes surprises you with how well he knows you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

there is nothing he holds in higher regard than your relationship. when he met you, everything else he used to consider important suddenly seemed so trivial.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

anakin likes to be the little spoon sometimes. for the most part, he’s usually the one holding you but when he’s had a rough day and needs a break from everything, there’s no place he’d rather be than your arms.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

when he’s in the right mood, anakin will refuse to let go of you. he has days where he’s super clingy and he just wants to hold you. seriously, you will have to make your plans work around him because the boy isn’t going anywhere.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

anakin is always a bit worse-for-wear when he’s missing you, and he’ll become a lil grumpier than usual, but your force connection is strong. he can always feel your presence, even when you’re not with him.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what's the limit?

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #star wars imagines #star wars x reader #star wars fluff #star wars preferences #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic

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ajokeformur-ray · 7 years

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Pt.2 Poly!RemusxSiriusxJamesxYou

Co-written with @80s-addict - TW FOR NSFW AHEAD! My writing is normal and her’s is italicised.

- Sirius and you do each other's hair

- James absolutely will not let anyone near his hair (Unless of course, one of you is tugging on it and moaning)

- Remus doesn't really mind bc he's not overly concerned about it but appreciates the attention

Siriusly you and Sirius will sit for HOURS and brush/braid each other's hair. Sometimes you'll sit on the floor, others on your bed, kissing and talking and listening to your favorite muggle bands all the while.

- Sometimes you both get so relaxed you just end up falling asleep, Sirius' head in your lap or yours in his chest, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled, snoring (you'd never admit to it though), with beautifully intricate braids and flowers woven into them.

- Remus and James roll their eyes at their dorks but oh my God you're so cute they can't stay annoyed and *click* whoops "Turn the flash off you dolt!" "Sorry" You and Sirius wake up in each other's arms with enchanting hair and the sound of your husbands bickering and smile at each other and decide to go back to sleep. "AW, THEY'RE SO CUTE MOONY!" "SSHHHUT UP, PRONGS" *thwack* You and Sirius peep an eye open and share a light laugh as the two continue to argue as they leave you to sleep

- You are always wearing someone's shirt

- Like always

- It's rare if you don't (unless you're going out)

- And when you don't Sirius pouts Like straight up this grown-ass man is sticking out his lower lip and giving you the puppy dog eyes because you're not wearing one of his shirts

- And you turn to the other two but James is also pouting (not as much as Sirius, but it's still a lot)

- Exasperated, you turn to Remus, ever the voice of reason, but even HE is pouting at you!

- "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, IT'S LAUNDRY DAY!" All 3: "But Y/N!" "Ugh, FINE. *Under breath, but with a small smile* Children." You march back upstairs, angrily throw off your shirt and blindly reach around the closet before you find something in the back.

- You throw it on and head downstairs. "Better now?" They're all staring at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "What?" James: "M-Moons? Cancel our dinner reservations." "Why?" Sirius: "Y/N, did you look at yourself?" "No...?" James: "You-YOU'RE WEARING MY BUTTON UP. YOU LOOK SO HOT. IT HURTS." Sirius: "Smooth, Prongs." James: "Did you SEE her??!" Remus: "I'm with James on this one...Y/N you do look very attractive in James' shirt." Sirius: "C'mere, Sweetheart."

- ...you don't make it to dinner. Or the movie. Or the reshowing of the movie. ...or breakfast.

- When any of you is upset, the other 3 know

- They just know

- And it's a day filled with gentle reminders, soft touches, chastise kisses, and small smiles

- You'll all cuddle around whoever is upset

- And just talk, sleep, or read

- Maybe watch their favorite show

- Comfort snacks, fuzzy blankets, and pillows all around

- The other 3 naming their favorite qualities of whoever is down

- Their personality

- Their talents

- Their intelligence

- Their looks

- Just lots of gentle touches and "I love you"'s and quick kisses to persons perceived "problem areas"

- The night ends with you all a tangled mass on the bed, the person who was the center of the attention now in the center of the cuddles

- And said person maybe

- Just maybe

- Smiles a little and whispers a small "thank you" before falling asleep surrounded by the 3 doofs who will do (and have done) literally //anything// to cheer them up

- The other 3 hearing them bc they were pretending to sleep - no way they were sleeping while their lil bean was upset - and sharing a quick, tired, but relieved smile and blown kisses before passing out from exhaustion

- ((Sometimes slow, sweet love-making is required because one of you is really down on your body. So the other 3 take turns kissing all over and focusing on their favorite parts until the Upset Person starts to believe them))

- One of you getting a wild hair and formulating a plan with the other two one day to pounce Unsuspecting Person with Triple The Head Person is random but always almost dies BC HOW ARE ALL OF THESE FUCKERS SO GOOD AT THIS

- Sometimes it's James when he's been an egotistical shit and needs to be taken down a peg

- Sometimes it's Remus when he's stressed about an upcoming full moon

- Sometimes it's Sirius when he's insecure about himself//his abilities and/or is being a tease (more than usual - it's his natural state, but sometimes he can be a bit much)

- Sometimes it's you when you're stressed about an upcoming event or exam or when you've felt down lately

- Always it's whoever thinks they're not good enough one day or seems to be extremely jealous because "Shut up, we love you, and we're not going anywhere. Now hold still."

- I love the idea that like during your school years you basically lived in the Marauders' dorm

- And like McGongall and even Dumbledore knew

- But never said anything BC they secretly were impressed that you four came up with your situation and seemed to be handling it well

- And maybe were a little jealous bc you all just looked so happy

- So when you graduate Sirius buys a flat

- And over the summer renovates it with you all

- And when you're done he asks you all to move in with him, rent-free because "Your love is enough"

- And just

- There's lots of spare bedrooms bc you all created one really big master suite with a big double king bed

- And just

- You and Remus gushing about your new domestic life James and Sirius watching you and scoffing bc "What dorks" but secretly really loving it too

- You and Sirius arguing over drapes and sheets much to Remus and James' dismay bc according to Remus "Loves, they're both nice. Let's get both!"

- But you insist on the 100% cotton blue gray sheets while Sirius wants the 100% silk dark red sheets and James has had it bc "THEY'RE JUST SHEETS? WHAT DOES IT MATTER? THEY'RE PROBABLY JUST GOING TO GET CUM ON THEM ANYWAY, SO JUST GET A BUNCH OF THE CHEAP ONES."

- Everyone is //shocked// You, Sirius, and Rem all wide-eyed and slack-jawed, staring at James and each other

- James doesn't understand what he did

- You 3 working feverishly to get the rest of the shopping done

- James is pleased but still doesn't know why

- You and Sirius stay at the checkout lane, blushing as a very flustered Remus drags James to the car to "Explain some things" to him

- Before they get out the door Rem pulls Sirius by the shirt collar and says he better get in the express lane and you blush even harder and start furiously loading up the conveyer belt while Sirius scrambles to get his wallet

- You come to the car to find the car windows fogged and James leaned back in the driver's seat, shirt unbuttoned and glasses askew as Remus rises to the passenger seat, smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he pops the trunk for you "Let's get home, yeah?"

- Sirius and you in the backseat and he can't help himself so he starts kissing you and sucking hickeys to your pulse point and you're both teasing each other through your clothes

- Remus and James looking in the rearview mirror Remus raising an eyebrow and smirking James has never driven that fast in his life

- James accidentally saying something sexual while you're all at the store

- He doesn't realize what he said was sexual

- Sirius, you and Remus getting flustered and hurting the trip along

- Which pleases James even though he's not sure what got you all moving so quickly bc he hates stopping with a firey passion

- One of you trying to explain to him and getting too flustered

- The least flustered pulls him close and whispers an explanation

- The donning look of realization on his face

- Followed by a shit-eating grin

- Two of you left to finish checking out while the other drags James to the car to get started

- This happening a //lot// At first you think he genuinely doesn't know what he's doing (which is true) but after the 10th or so time, you start to catch on bc he's become increasingly detailed with his outbursts

- You 3 continuing on as if you don't know

- Because it's so much fun

- And sometimes you like to get him back

- By flipping the script on him

- Which he also catches on to

- But does not stop

- Because you're all risk takers and it leads to some of the best sex ever

- Without fail

- Those poor car seats

- Those poor cheap sheets

- The entire school knows you're dating but no one makes a big deal out of it. It just Happened one day and the four of you never look back.

- No one dares to say anything bad about it though because everyone fears the Marauders - you anger one, you anger them ALL and then no one is safe.

- Not even the teachers.

- Borrowing each other's clothes so often that James straight up rips out all the name labels

- Not letting them curse the other students just because they can

- Having a similar speech pattern

- Inside jokes

-Inside jokes of inside jokes

- If one offends the other, the Offensive One will publicly grovel to make the others laugh and get the Offended One to forgive them

- PDA is only A Thing if the goal is to make someone jealous

- You’re all considered to be married to each other

- You have necklaces that are similar and look like part of a set

-James’ parents charmed them with protective spells

- You can say something into the necklaces and everyone will hear it like they’re wearing headphones

- Howlers proclaiming your love

- Howler marriage proposals

- Feeding each other breakfast items

- ‘Accidentally’ dropping beans down Remus’ front

- “Oops. Guess you gotta wear a different shirt now”

- Being sad when Remus is having none of your shit and simply casts a cleaning spell on his shirt

- Sirius rocking a man bun and James sulking because instead of growing out, his hair grows up

- Remus remarking, “You should take a leaf out of your hair’s book, James” when James mentions it

- Remus being so sassy you can’t eat when you know he’s going to say something.

- Remus knows this and takes full advantage

- The boys making you flustered all the time

- Being very protective of each other

-The boys will shield you if someone insults you

- Like, a literal circle

- When one argues, you all argue

- You and Remus are mediators as Sirius and James are the worst offenders when it comes to unleashing their tempers

- Remus does no harm but takes no shit, most especially from, for or to his three loves.

- It’s an unconventional but very loving, nurturing, protective and explorative relationship and none of you would change it for anything

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