Peter
Peter had been best friends with James Potter for what felt like this entire life.
They were the first of the Marauders to bond and all added members came from their attachment to the two of them.
Because of this, Peter can hardly remember a time when he did not love James Potter.
Perhaps it was the safe kind of love. The predictable kind that only old friends can bring. The kind of love where he never even had to look for James, he just knew where he was. James was, to Peter, unpredictably predictable.
Peter loved Remus in the how could he not kind of way. Remus would always keep him company, whether it was sitting next to him without needing conversation during meals, sitting together in the library, sitting together in the common room as they observed the insanity that was James and Sirius. Remus was, to Peter, a buddy in the trenches of life.
Peter knew, without a doubt, that James and Remus loved each-other. Peter was more observant than Sirius in this. He notices all the little bits of comfort they took from each-other, all the comforting spaces they made for each-other.
Peter noticed them and always felt his heart warm when he watched the two of them love each-other in the silences.
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The chocolate drawer.
For the entire time they had been at Hogwarts, Remus had a chocolate drawer right next to his bed.
During the week of the full moon, it was one of the few things he was able to consume and feel a little better from eating.
Because of this they always stopped at Honeydukes. From the moment they were able to go to Hogsmeade, Honeydukes was a high priority stop. Remus would stock up to refill his chocolate drawer for however long it lasted depending on what was happening.
One day in sixth year when Sirius and Remus had decided to stay at the castle for the day, Peter and James still found themselves at Honeydukes. Maybe it was out of habit, or maybe Peter was craving sweet things, the details don't matter.
They wander the store and take their things to the counter. Peter goes first so he stands off to the side to wait for James. It is then he sees that James is literally only buying chocolate. James does like chocolate, but he's more of a sour candy man.
Once again, he was predictable in this. Every time they would go to Honeydukes, James would get a bag of the most sour candy in the store and peacefully eat his way through it without making any face at all. Years ago Peter had tried one, it still haunted his dreams all these years later.
And yet today, for the first time since Peter has known him, James is walking out of Honeydukes with no sour candy and instead a bag full of chocolate.
"What's with all that? Has Moony finally converted you to chocolate over sour candy?" Peter jokes, nudging James with his shoulder as they walk their way back to Hogwarts.
"Like hell. I've got some stuff left from last visit. Don't worry Wormy, I haven't changed a bit. This stuff is for Moony's drawer." James says, pulling his coat tighter around him as the wind picks up.
"I thought there was plenty left. That's part of why he wasn't too worried about missing this weekend." Peter wraps his scarf a little more snug.
"It's like a third full. It won't last him until next visit. There's not a ton in here. Just enough I can sneak it in and he won't have to stress about getting more."
"Do you do that a lot? Sneak more in?" Peter asks, surprised. He casts a glance over at James and sees he is smiling to himself.
"All the time. Have for years. I've got a small stash in my bedside cabinet. Just enough to not let his drawer ever be empty. He gets forgetful sometimes. Better to ease that burden sometimes."
Peter is stuck thinking about this conversation for the rest of the day. After Sirius and Remus fall asleep, Peter sees James sneak over to Remus' chocolate draw and spill just enough in to not be suspicious.
Peter notices every time he does it in the future. James always smiles to himself when Remus excitedly gets chocolate out of the draw, seemingly oblivious to the fact it is never empty. James preemptively eased an anxiety for Remus without ever looking for credit. Perhaps James is not always predictable to Peter.
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One form of James and Remus' love that Peter had always noticed was the times when James couldn't talk.
It sounds impossible to outsiders. James Potter, silent? The guy who loudly professes his love for his friends in the middle of the great hall? Who is always screaming (literally screaming) encouragements to his team mates on the quidditch pitch? James Potter would never be described as silent.
Except when he is.
It is truly some of the hardest times in Peter life when James is silent. The silence when James can't talk feels somehow deafening.
Peter has come to rely on James' constant prattle. It is the sort of ambient noise that fuels his life. Without it, Peter feels lost.
It comes when James is so overwhelmed by the world around him that he becomes mute. And despite his attempts over the years, Peter continues to have no idea what to do to help him.
Early in their years at Hogwarts, James just disappeared into some corner of the library and sat in the silence all by himself.
Later on, after bonding over many pranks and difficult full moons, James had at some point started going to Remus.
Peter doesn't actually know when it started, but at some point it became natural.
James would just go silent. It could be anywhere in the school or out at training. Unpredictable and impossible to stop.
Depending on the situation, James would sit in it. Some of the professors were good about it. Not calling on him and putting pressure on him. McGonagall in particular seemed to know without any real signal.
When he could get away, James would always find Remus. Most often it was in the common room. It always seemed like Remus was waiting for him.
Remus would be settled on the common room couches, or if it was around a full moon or exam time he would be in the dorm rooms relaxing, with a book in hand. If Sirius was with him he would quickly move out of the way when he spotted James to allow him space for whatever company he needed.
James would go immediately to Remus. Sort of like a magnet. Depending on how he is feeling about being touched with all the overwhelming stimulus, he would sometimes just sit on the other end of the couch from Remus.
Most times though James would curl into Remus' side, curling himself into a ball and tucking himself against Remus. Remus moved them around so James' head was on his lap and then would read to him.
Even when the common room or dorm room was absolute chaos, the two of them seemed to form a bubble of comfort.
Every time it happened, Peter was amazed. Remus so effortlessly and wordlessly comforted James at his most vulnerable. And James always looked to him. Always knew he would find a safe space with Remus.
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Remus is forgetful.
Shockingly forgetful for someone so intelligent.
It's not big forgetfulness. It's small. Forgetting a hat on a cold day. Leaving his quill in the dorm. Losing his bookmark. Any and every small thing he can lose or forget, he does.
The other Marauders had found ways to work around it. Peter tasked himself with picking up everything Remus put down. This meant that Remus did not leave a trail of belongings behind around the castle. It's not a perfect system. Peter can only get some of the things left behind. Previously it had been Sirius picking up after Remus, but Sirius turned out to be just as forgetful and was instead given the task of cheering Remus up whenever he realised he had forgotten something.
James however, James had the most significant job that he assigned to himself. Extras.
James carried at least two of everything. He always had two hats, two scarves, and two pairs of gloves. Before they set off in winter, James would stop them and the door of the castle and checked what layer Remus had forgotten. It was always something, and James would always pull his extra layer out and put it on Remus. It worked out great for Peter the few times he had forgotten his scarf.
James carried at least five bookmarks. He had found that with Remus, two wasn't enough. Peter had actually gone shopping with James one summer to get a pack of nice looking bookmarks that he could carry around. Every time Remus went to set a book down and began searching for something to mark the page, James would wordlessly hand him the bookmark.
James carried six quills. Two for himself, one for each of the Marauders, and one extra. Sounds excessive, but Remus had a way of making them disappear right in front of his own eyes. Peter always grinned as quill after quill came out of James' pocket and into Remus' empty hand.
Essentially, Remus forgetting something stopped being a problem because James always had his back. James who could hardly remember to tie his own tie properly in the morning, always carried extras of everything for Remus with no complaints.
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Truly the sweetest way James and Remus show their love for each-other is in the middle of the night.
It's probably the most infrequent expression of their love. Or maybe it is frequent, but it only happens late at night.
Peter doesn't exactly know the details. He has only actually seen it twice over the years, and both times entirely by accident.
It seems to be when Remus has had a nightmare or is in some way struggling to sleep. Sirius is a deep sleeper, almost impossible to wake up, so he never wakes up when Remus is tossing and turning. Truthfully, Peter is a pretty deep sleeper himself. He only saw Remus get out of his bed when he had been randomly awake himself.
He watched in silent amazement as Remus slipped from the spot beside Sirius, tiptoed quietly across the dorm, and crawled in next to James.
James was the lightest sleeper in the dorm. Seemingly always one too loud gust of wind from waking up. Any time Peter got up to get water or to use the bathroom, James would sit up and check he was okay. It worked in favour of everyone in the dorm (probably except James) because Sirius always had company when he cried over a letter from his parents, Peter always had someone to toss an extra blanket over him when he did not want to get up in the middle of the freezing cold night.
And when Remus cannot sleep, James is always on the brink of awake.
Peter watched James sit up to watch Remus' approach to the bed. Watched James flip open the covers in the bed and then tuck it back around Remus. Watched James open his arms and pull Remus in until Remus' head is resting on James' chest and James is drawing soothing circles on Remus' back. No matter how bad the nightmare, or how much Remus was previously struggling to sleep, a few moments in James' arms and he is out like a light.
Peter feels privileged to have gotten to see the affection at all. Getting to see how Remus did not hesitate in seeking comfort in James. Getting to see how instinctual it was for James to pull Remus in and soothe him. How the simple comfort was able to lull Remus back to sleep.
Truly it demonstrated the way Peter had come to understand their love for each-other. James and Remus loved each other in the steadfast way Remus and Peter loved each other. They loved each-other in the instinctual understanding way Peter loved James. They loved each-other in all these ways and more.
More than anything, they loved each-other when they needed love the most. James and Remus were loved in the loud and busy by Peter and Sirius. The two of them had struggles in the silence. Times when the world was far too loud. Those silences were where their love resided.