Written for Fifty Shades Of... Challenge and Let's Dig Holes! (Competition) (Sign Ups Open). Yes, this is superhero!AU. I hope you enjoy!
James Potter sometimes liked to think about his life and his choices. He usually came to the conclusion that he had screwed up somewhere awfully. That was the only reason he could think as to why he had ended making a superhero gang (group, as Sirius was adamant about calling it) with the worst people in the world, his very best friends.
They had met at Hogwart's School for Gifted Youngsters when they were eleven years old. They were assigned a room together and somehow they ended up friends. James wasn't sure how that happened, though he had a few theories. Mainly they involved Sirius using a variety of superweapons. Not that surprising when you remembered that Sirius came from a long line of supervillains, each one trying to out due the other's when it came to creating the perfect weapon of trying to take over the world.
The Marauders, as they called themselves, not only had the ability to change into the animal of their choosing, they all had very awesome superpowers. James had the power to see the future, Sirius could control fire, Remus could convince anyone to do anything, and Peter could change any color to pink.
So maybe Peter's other power wasn't that great, but James was sure that it would prove to be useful someday.
Somehow.
The current reason for James's spiral into considering everything that he had ever done was Lily Evans.
Lily Evans was the best reporter for The Daily Prophet, the best newspaper in the country. She was constantly asking the hard-hitting questions, making sure the public knew that superheroes who were born with superpowers were not something to be feared. They were people who deserved respect and who risked their lives saving them on what seemed to be weekly basis. The main focus of her articles were the Marauders, with a focus on Prongs, the handsome, masked superhero who never spoke to her and was the one who always helped her save herself.
Interestingly enough, she seemed to hate James Potter, partial-owner/baker of the local coffee shop (with the base of the Marauders in the basement), though she did love his blueberry scones.
But the reason she had him confused.
Tonight, after he had come to stop the members of Lord Voldemort's group, the Death Eaters from torturing her to get information about Prongs. After he had come to rescue her, already finding her way out the facility, with enough information to devastate this part of Voldemort's operations, she had done something James never would have expected.
She told him that she was closing her eyes, that she would be taking off his mask, and that he shouldn't say anything.
Then she kissed him.
Maybe not everything he did in his life was a mistake.