#jily first kiss also I guess
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The beatles fic
I always thought that "i want to hold your hand" is so jily (James😌) coded!
Hii and thank you ❤️ yes, you read my mind! The pining in the song is definitely James coded lol I also thought this could be a sequel to this!
Her legs are intertwined with his; she's curled around him, and the palm of her hand is resting on his chest.
Their breaths have slowed down and the silence of the room is comforting, in a way. James brings his hand to his chest, covering hers. His eyes are closed, but he's not sleeping: she can tell by the slight crease between his brows that he's thinking. He wants to say something.
“Hey.”
He opens one eye, and smiles at her. He's so beautiful. “Hi.”
“You're awfully quiet. It's odd.”
He laughs, and she blushes. “I know, it's weirding me out, too. I guess I'm just enjoying this moment,” he replies, carding his fingers through her hair with his free hand.
“Committing this moment to memory, are you?” she jokes, but knows in her heart that it's the truth.
She loves him. She knows he feels the same.
He hasn't said it in words, but she recognises the longing look in his eyes; she often catches him watching her from afar with a serious, almost solemn expression on his face, as if he's surrendered to the intensity of his feelings for her and doesn’t know what to do with them, where to put them.
She knows it because she feels it too, and she can't imagine a future without him, and she's terrified.
“Yeah,” he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
“I don't want to leave, you know that,” she tells him. She needs him to believe her.
“I know, I know, it's just— you don't have to go alone,” he looks nervous now, “I could go with you.”
Lily has thought about this a lot, bringing him home for the holidays, but her sister would hate having another freak at her first Christmas party as a married woman.
Besides, they aren't even together. Not really. They've kept it secret for over a month, and spending the holidays together isn't exactly laying low. She was afraid that people were going to judge her for not taking her role as Head Girl seriously, but it all seems a bit stupid now.
“Or I could stay, tell my family that there's a snowstorm and that the train can't leave.”
James snorts. “I'm not that good at charms, Lily, so if you were counting on me to do that I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. And I don't think they'd believe you, there are spells for those emergencies,” he remarks, but then his eyes widen, shocked. “Wait... They're aware magic is real, right?”
He's kidding, of course, and Lily shouldn't laugh at such a lame joke, but she does. “I'm trying to come up with a solution here and you're mocking me? Maybe I do want to leave.”
“Oh, shut up, you,” and before she can stop him - not that she wants to - his lips are on hers.
The kiss is heady; he removes the hand that was previously on top of hers on his chest and she misses its warmth at first, but then he cradles her cheek, and she forgets all about it.
Her own hand reaches his hair, which she tugs gently: he seems to enjoy it if the groan that spills from his lips is anything to go by. She doesn't know how long the kiss lasts, and when he draws away, she knows she'll see the lust, his pupils blown, almost entirely black.
What she doesn't expect, is the profound tenderness of his gaze; his eyes look watery, and she already knows what he's going to say.
“I want to hold your hand, Lily. I wanna snog you in public, I want to hold you close in front of our friends and have them make fun of us. I wanna be so disgustingly in love with you that people think I'm pathetic,” he's caressing her face and sighs when she mirrors him, her hand tracing the line of his jaw.
“I can't promise you that it'll be easy, that people won't talk. But it won't be worse than this, worse than staying away from each other.”
She can't contain her smile as she surges forward to kiss him.
“Yes, James,” she says as she pecks him all over his face. He's laughing too, now.
“Yes?” he sounds - and looks - relieved.
“I was going to tell you this, you just beat me to it. I don't care what they think, these are my last few months at Hogwarts and I'm tired of making things unnecessarily hard for myself.”
James chuckles, and lets Lily straddle him, his hands falling to her waist. “You tend to do that, yeah.”
#jily#jple#jfleamont rambles#beatles prompt game#harry potter#james potter#lily evans#marauders#asks#beatles drabbles
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ES and friends to lovers! Context for this - since ES is more your canon Jily, curious that ES sixth year Jily didn’t become friends/ really didn’t seem to like each other. I guess they’re not really enemies to lovers but would be curious to hear more on your take!
Ohh interesting! So ES was very much born out of the idea for a seventh year, canon-compliant, enemies(ish)-to-lovers Jily. And since they're both in Gryffindor, I had to figure out how to keep them mostly apart and disliking each other in sixth year for plot reasons. All the backstory there was very much a work backward situation — I knew where they started off 7th year, so then I needed to come up with story to justify how they got to that point. (This is also an aspect that I feel like I've done a much better job finessing and getting across in the rewrite.)
Friends-to-lovers Jily is something I've found myself exploring in other canon-compliant fics (for the hope of it all, As Lovers Go, Love for the Summer, the fic that goes with this mood board). ALG and Champion (both staying down right now for posting hiatus—I'm prewriting both) are also my sixth-year fics, where I explore different friendly/FWB Jily dynamics in sixth year. I don't necessarily feel like I have "one" hc for Jily's story, so I love writing them with different little tweaks!
As for making ES friends-to-lovers…my first thought was that it honestly feels like such an overhaul of the whole plot line (stemming from O.W.L.s in fifth year!) that it wouldn't even be recognizable. But then in thinking about it more, I think a remix would essentially be:
They end up with them dating the same people of ES backstory, but just having an entirely different tone. They'd establish a friendship (first kind of uneasy, then more natural), and because of that friendship, they'd push any feelings/attraction aside for the sake of the friendship, and we'd end up with for the hope of it all-esque extreme pining vibes as they both try to find love with other people while they really just want each other but also don't want to jeopardize their friendship.
When it comes to seventh year, obviously they get even closer working together and the tension starts mounting, but they're still fighting it because they think the other person doesn't feel that way about them (because they're dating other people, duh!) and they don't want to risk ruining their friendship by bringing it up. So they both try to date other people some more (hello Garrytt and perhaps an Adelaide relapse?) and these people are the ones that push Jily to their breaking point? Like I can see James bickering with her on rounds about how G's not good enough for her, and Lily's snarking about A, and somehow some way they start getting touchier with each other and then eventually give in to the tension, but then they have to figure out what comes next? Like do they just leave it as a kiss (I think Lily tries to do this, like "I don't want to get hurt") and continue as friends? Or do they date properly and risk losing it all? So there's some back and forth with figuring that out probably.
Honestly it feels like there's so many options and possibilities, and my head's kind of spinning with them. But I also like knowing I can write out those possibilities in different stories/iterations of them 🫶
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Fic List
I have not done an updated fic list in a while, so here it is! I want to finish up my WIP this year, and then in the works I have a Dating App AU Jily fic (Remus is a dairy farmer?); another Oxford Chronicles installment; a massive Jily Hogwarts era thing; a Lily Luna/OC Quidditch AU; and about 19 other ideas.
WIP
A Great Many Things (M, eventual E; Alicia Spinnet/Oliver Wood; canon compliant; probably my favourite OC ever)
Celandine (E; Wolfstar, Jily, Blackinnon, literally every ship ever; open relationships; magical AU)
Coming, Evans? (M, but eventually E; magical AU inspired by Around the World in 80 Days; Jily and Wolfstar)
Highgate Mews (M; established Wolfstar, Jily & Dorlene; Muggle AU; part of the Marauders Map series)
Honeybee Mine (M; Muggle AU; Jily and Blackinnon; James Potter keeps bees)
The Shoelaces Case; or, the many ways to spend your 37th birthday (M; Blackinnon; magical AU; time travel)
Use Your Best Colours (T; canon from Hedwig's perspective; it's so stupid)
Multi-Chapter fics (completed)
In Love and Death We Don't Decide (M; eventual Blackinnon and Jily; Hogwarts era fic)
Miracles series (James Potter as the Boy Who Lived):
A Bitter Little Eucharist (T; established Wolfstar and Jily)
The Marauders' Map series:
Hepburn Avenue (M; text fic; utter chaos as the Marauders meet the girls at uni)
Canterbury Lane (T; Wolfstar; Remus checks Sirius out in a car)
Costa del Sol (T; text fic; established Jily and Wolfstar; the gang go on holiday; currently unfinished for a really petty reason and tbh, probably staying like that)
Caraway Street (E; established Jily and Wolfstar; the post-uni years)
Peverell Hall (G; fluff; James Potter's idyllic childhood)
The Oxford Chronicles series:
The Paintbox (M; Blackinnon, background Jily and Remadora; Muggle AU)
Jily One-Shots
A Little Bloom of Hope (T; Muggle AU; flower shop)
Better Ways (G; pre-relationship)
James Potter and the Case of the Lacy Black Bra (E; everyone lives)
Last Rites (E; canon compliant; emotional smut)
My Heart is Overcome (Gen; canon compliant; fluff and angst)
The Parting Glass (T; fluff)
The Way the Light Looks (T; fluff, but in an angsty setting)
Blackinnon One-Shots
Confession (M; love confessions)
Oceans and Glaciers (E; ok, it's actually a 2 shot, but hey ho; very explicit)
Wolfstar One-Shots
Mosaic (E; 8 one-shots with a lot of different kinks, I guess)
Snowed In (T; first kiss; Hanukkah; Jewish!Remus)
Until It Shines (G; mild angst but also very fluff; canon divergence)
Hinny One-Shots
A Lesson Overheard (E; first time[ish]; canon compliant)
A Place for Hidden Things (T; canon compliant; post-canon; sad but with a happy ending)
Opaline (E; post-war; angry sex and unhealthy coping mechanisms)
Three Gnomes in a Knitted Trench Coat (G; technically canon compliant; a bit of a crack fic tho)
Misc. One-Shots
Afternoon Delight (E; Colin Creevey/Draco Malfoy; yeah, I hate myself too)
Enough Pizza to Feed a Horse (G; canon compliant[ish]; the OotP girls hang out)
Giving Us Doomsday (T; angst; original OotP celebrating New Year)
God Bless the Shed, and All Who Sail in Her (G; fluff and humour; the Potters being Potters)
hoax (G; Marlene/Gideon; angst; implied cheating)
Remember that You are Dust (M; 2nd person POV; the universe addresses the Marauders at the time of their deaths)
The Theory of Relativity (T; established Jily and Wolfstar, previous Remadora and Blackinnon, but not in a misogynist way; Lily is enby)
Rabastan Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy fics
coney island (M; angst; sex; adultery)
The Burning Edge of Dawn (M; angst; who is Draco's dad?)
Collabs
All's Well That Ends Well (even if it takes four years) with a lot of people (E; Wolfstar; angst then fluff)
WIP: The Secret "Oral" History with @jennandblitz (E; 1980s university; lots of drugs; we affectionately call this Coke Fic)
WIP: We Were Electrified with @siriusly-sapphic (M; how the Lestrange twins became the worst people ever)
#hp fanfiction#fanfiction#hp#jily#blackinnon#wolfstar#remadora#james potter#lily evans#sirius black#remus lupin#marlene mckinnon#hogwarts era#muggle au#marauders#stonecoldhedwig#harry potter#ginny weasley#hinny#narcissa malfoy#rabastan lestrange#hedwig#oliver wood#alicia spinnet
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Aurora
Written for @jilychallenge's
December Jily Calendar 2023!
Also posted on AO3.
Hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää! 💙Happy birthday, Finland!
The portkey deposited them into cold and dark and a knee-deep bank of snow. Nausea swelled and lurched in James’ stomach, and he didn’t even notice the log cabin until Lily tugged at the sleeve of his robe. Its rectangle windows glowed yellow into the night.
James waded out of the snowbank, onto the narrow, cleared path leading to the cabin’s door. Lily followed close behind. The wooden door creaked as he stepped into a welcoming warmth. A simply furnished large room greeted him, with a seating area near a big fireplace where a merry fire was roaring, and a wooden dining table flanked with two benches on the other side of the room. Stairs snaked up near an open doorway to the side.
Lily pulled off her snowy boots and started to wander around the cabin, while James stayed near the door, laboriously peeling back all the layers of clothing, from his muffler to his hat.
“It’s a small kitchen,” Lily reported from the room off to the side, then joined James in the main room.
He bent down to pull off his shoes and grimaced at the lingering sense of vertigo. He loathed portkeys. But when they needed to travel across a big distance at a great speed and with little prior warning, there were only so many modes of transportation to choose from.
“There’s a letter.”
As James straightened again, he saw Lily pick up an envelope from the table. He walked over to join her and sat on the bench as she opened it and pulled out the letter.
“Welcome, friends,” Lily read. “Hope you have a nice stay. The sky should be clear tonight and the spirits say that the lights will come. The plants you seek are not far. I made you a map. In the shed outside there’s firewood, skis, snowshoes and a shovel. The broomsticks are in the tall cupboard by the front door. Good luck!”
“I vote for the brooms,” James said.
Lily shook her head. “Of course you do. You’ll jump at any excuse to fly.”
“What time is it?”
Lily glanced at her watch and frowned. “It was a little after 8 when we left and there’s a two-hour time difference... So probably somewhere around 10.30.”
James looked out from the window into the darkness. “Looks more like 10.30 pm than am to me.”
“Yeah,” Lily agreed. “I knew the days would be shorter this far up north but it’s really different seeing it first-hand.”
“Guess that means we have a few hours to kill.”
While Lily was studying the hand-drawn map, James managed to hook his arm around her waist. She stumbled into his lap, right where he wanted her, and set her hands on his shoulders.
“James,” she chided, laughter in her eyes. “We’re on a mission. We need to focus.”
“Oh, I’m focusing,” he replied, staring meaningfully at her lips.
“You’re an idiot,” Lily informed him. And leaned in to give him a long, lingering kiss. When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against his and flashed him a smile.
James’ fingers dug into the small of her back. It had been a while since the last time he had seen her bestow a smile so carefree; since she’d felt so relaxed in his arms. He stared into her eyes and held her to his heart. By travelling here, to this cold, dark wilderness of the far north several countries away from home, they had stumbled into a small pocket of peace. In this solitary cabin far away from all civilisation he felt safer than he had for months, even in his own home. In this alien winter wonderland, the war seemed just as far away as the British Isles.
James slid his hands up her sides so he could cradle her face. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and kissed her. It was slow and sweet and infinitely precious. A kiss so heartbreakingly perfect that he willed the time to stop. He wanted to freeze this moment, to imprint it in his memory. He wanted this kiss to stay in his heart so that even after they were back home, in the turmoil of life and death, deceit and battle, fighting for the right of Lily’s very existence, he could recall it and lose himself in it. The weight of her in his lap, her fingers in his hair, her heart beating against his, her taste on his lips, the slow teasing sweep of her tongue. And more than anything, the unhurried pace of this long kiss. Because here, they had all the time in the world.
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It was a quarter past one in the afternoon and the sun was setting. It felt like the day had gone by in a blink of an eye, even though their time at the cabin had seemed to crawl as they waited for the nightfall. It had been a nice enough day, just slow. They had sat around and talked. Stared at the fire. Mapped out their plans for how they'd go about this mission. Eaten a hearty lunch. The highlight had been seeing a reindeer meander right across their yard.
But now the night was finally falling — even though it was quite upsetting to see the sun set so impossibly early in the afternoon — and it was time to set out and follow through with their mission.
When James stepped out of the door, shouldering a backpack and clutching his broomstick, they hit him all at once: the darkness, the cold and the quiet. Snow-covered wilderness stretched before him until the treeline of towering spruces and pines far ahead. The silence was so loud it rang in his ears. His breath fogged in the cold air that burned in his nostrils. The darkness would have been absolute if not for the moon and the stars, their pale silver light reflected all around him by the white cover of snow. For a moment, it brought him back to his school years and the snow-encrusted Forbidden Forest up in Scotland, which he’d so often roamed under the glow of the full moon.
Lily came out after him and pulled the cabin door shut. Her breath escaped in a hiss. “Oh hell no.”
She pulled out her wand and cast a heating charm on her wool cloak. Her wand jabbed James’ shoulder and then heat flooded in. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s get going. You can fly and I’ll navigate.”
James mounted the broom. Lily climbed on behind him, her arms snaking around his waist.
“Hold on tight,” he told her, before pushing off the ground.
Up in the air, it was even colder. The charmed cloak was making a valiant effort to keep him warm, but his fingers and the tip of his nose were bearing the brunt of the freezing air. Luckily, they didn’t have far to go.
James followed Lily’s murmured instructions. For a moment, she rested her head against his shoulder, her sigh misting in the air.
“It’s so beautiful.”
James had to agree.
Soon, they landed. James pulled his muffler over his nose for a bit of extra warmth, while Lily compared her map to the sparse landmarks nearby and nodded to herself.
She pulled out the shovel they’d brought along. She’d argued that it was safer to dig up the snow than to try to blast it away with a wand, because with a shovel they’d have more control over the force used and the herbs had a bigger chance of staying intact. James had thought it was very Muggleborn of her to default to manual labour where a spell would work just as well, but he loved how she always kept him on his toes.
The snow crunched as they dug. A point in favour of the manual labour was that after they’d cleared a good patch of snow, James was feeling a lot warmer.
Lily knelt, clearing the remaining inch by hand, gently brushing snow aside with her mitten-covered hands to reveal a tiny forest of bare plant stems sticking up from the frozen ground.
“Are those the herbs that we need?” James asked.
“Yes,” Lily answered.
“They don’t look all that impressive to me.”
“Trust me, they’re very potent. And right now they’re dormant.”
James shrugged. “You’re the potion expert.”
“That I am.” Lily winked at him.
“Now what?”
“Now we wait.”
They settled down just for that. James spread a blanket he’d found in the cabin on the snow. Lily dug out a jar from her backpack and kindled a magical fire inside. They sat side by side, leaning against each other, and gazed up at the dark sky above them. At the pale moon and the spread of the stars twinkling down at them.
James had lost all sense of time. An odd calm had settled over him. Usually, he would have been itching to do something; anything but the torturous drudgery of sitting and waiting. But here and now, with Lily beside her, in the peaceful quiet of the winter night, he could appreciate the stillness. He pressed his cool cheek against the chunky knit of Lily’s hat and closed his eyes, perfectly content.
James couldn’t tell how long he stayed like that until Lily stirred next to him.
“Look!” she breathed out in a reverent hush.
James opened his eyes and there it was. Spread across the sky above them a ribbon of bright, gradient green undulated like a sheer curtain rippling in the wind.
James instinctively reached for Lily’s hand, squeezing it, mittens and all. Something was lodged in his throat so tightly he couldn’t speak. Lily squeezed his hand back. The lights continued their parade, flowing like water, their colour reminiscent of Lily’s eyes.
It was the second most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Wow,” Lily sighed.
He turned and looked at her upturned face and awed smile, at the frost glistening on her eyelashes like diamonds. The love that rushed through him stopped his breath. There she was: the only thing in the world to which even the magic of the Northern lights paled in comparison. The most beautiful thing in the world.
A streak of red joined the vivid green in the sky and an answering glow sprung to life on the ground before them. The herbs were luminescent now, mirroring the brilliant aurora up above. The stems grew and sprouted leaves that slowly unfurled before their eyes. Tiny buds appeared, swelling until bright green bell-shaped flowers burst out, streaked by flowing reds.
“Get the other jar,” Lily told James as she bent forward, carefully cutting the plants with precise flicks of her wand.
James dug out an empty glass jar from his bag. It took a few fumbling tries to unscrew the lid with his mittens on, but as soon as he managed, Lily dropped in a handful of the herbs she’d scooped up.
“There.” She looked up at him, bathed in the green glow that made her eyes more luminous than usual. “Mission accomplished.”
James closed the jar and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.
“Let’s go home.”
“In a while,” Lily murmured in agreement, then looked back up at the sky.
They stayed there for several long moments, hand in hand and smiles on their faces, watching the magical lights dance on the velvet dark of the northern night sky.
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Fifteen
Some pre-relationship baby Jily for this Era. Written for @cruelsummer-ficfest era 4.
Ship: Jily
Song: Fifteen (Taylor's Version)
'Cause when you're fifteen,
Somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
And when you're fifteen...
Lily huffed a laugh as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. It was the third time this week that she'd had to disappear into the Prefect's bathroom to cry. It was getting a bit ridiculous, but the term had been nightmarish and didn't seem to be getting better.
First, she had made a fool of herself at the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, proudly painting her cheeks with Hufflepuff colours after her date with their captain, Graham Porter, the previous weekend. She'd told all her fellow fifth years about their date, and how excited she was for the next one, only to watch him fly off the pitch after their win, and pull Gemma Warwick into a kiss.
After that fiasco, she had struggled to study and had gone into her Divination OWL completely unprepared. She didn't particularly want to take the subject further, but she didn't need a bad grade on her record, especially with the rising anti-muggleborn ideation.
Then there was Severus, who had spat a slur in her face and destroyed 8 years of friendship. She had really believed him when he'd told her he cared about her and didn't care about blood status, and now she was left feeling like a fool after her revealed his true colours. It didn't help that James Potter had been there to egg him on, nor that the rest of Gryffindor tower had heard their argument when Severus came begging for her forgiveness. She was constantly reminded by whispers and gossips that she'd lost her best and only friend.
A loud knock stirred her from her thoughts before the door opened and James Potter walked in.
"Occupied, Potter. And you shouldn't be in here, anyway. Prefects only."
He smiled sheepishly.
"Remus told me the password," he said as he moved to sit next to her on the floor. "And I know I shouldn't be in here, but I needed to catch you alone."
She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall.
"Out with it, then," she responded. "What do you need to talk to me about so urgently?"
"I wanted to apologise," he said simply.
Her head snapped over to look at him, eyes wide and surprised.
"I'm sorry, Evans," he continued. "I've been an asshole to you and to Snape, and you didn't deserve it. I'm also sorry for asking you out the other day, even as a joke. It was unkind and inappropriate. I've tried to apologise to Snape too for the incident by the lake, but he won't let me get a word in. Which is fair, I guess. It's not like I've ever had something kind to say to him before. But I'm babbling, and you don't need to hear all that, so I'm gonna shut up now. I'm sorry, is the point."
There was a long pause as she thought over his words. James shifted uncomfortably, twisting his hands together while she kept staring at him.
"Why now?" she asked eventually. "Why apologise now, after five years of knowing us?"
He scratched the back of his neck and ran a hand through his hair before answering.
"It's a number of things, really. First is that both McGonagall and Remus gave me an earful last week, which made me sit and think about my actions properly. I know I should think before acting, but at least I'm getting closer. Second is that I realised I'm turning into the kind of person I claim to hate, and I don't want to be that. I know we're only 15 and we have time to grow, but I don't want to start in the wrong place. I want to be better than this. And..."
He drifted off at the last point and looked away from her.
"And?" she prompted gently.
"And I really do like you, and I've noticed you sitting alone at mealtimes, and only sitting with Abigail from Hufflepuff in class, and I don't think it's fair that you don't have anyone else. I know you're probably avoiding sitting with me, but that means you don't get to sit with Marlene or Dorcas or Mary or even Remus and Sirius, who I know you're friends with. I don't want to be the reason you don't have friends. I'd much rather be one of them. I care about you."
"Oh."
He got even more twitchy, if it was possible, and began to stand up to leave before she caught his arm.
"Thank you," she said. "For the apology and for caring about me. I appreciate it."
"Any time, Evans."
He started crying walking towards the door, hands stuffed in his pockets and head down.
"I'll see you at lunch?" she called out to him.
He paused for a moment and turned back, half smiling at her.
"Yeah, Evans," he responded quietly. "See you at lunch."
He turned away again, reaching for the door handle before she stopped him again.
"And, James?"
He paused, but didn't respond, looking at her with his head tilted slightly.
"Call me Lily."
He smiled properly then, a grin lighting up his whole face.
"You got it."
#jily#james potter#lily evans#cruel summer fic fest 2023#cruel summer fic fest: the eras tour#era number 4#fifteen#hurt/comfort#I think#fluff
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💔😬(and give me a snippet either here or in chat lkdsjfldsjfsd)🤗🌞⛔⌛🎉
MARY HI. THANK YOU. I DIDNT THINK YOU'D SEND MORE OMG. ILY.
💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?
i always say time lapse is like. the fanficification(? omg typing that made my brain glitch lol) of the worst parts of my journals through the years (in contrast to seven things, which is notably the opposite). so — yeah, that. like, this in particular, for example:
"And when Sirius comes, and Remus too, later, James cries. Cries so hard he can't even feel his body anymore, doesn't feel like a physical being in a physical world. He cries for Lily, for his mum, for Quidditch, and for himself. For the past and the present and a future that's all around him but he wishes were not.
Still, again, it's different this time. It really is. The block’s long chipped, there’s enough space for him to feel. Be present in all of this in its entirety, as bad as it is. It’s bad, god is it bad, but it hasn’t been as wintry as the last game he played, hasn’t been that wintry since Lily fell from the clear summer skies of Mango Moon Street. Things have been chiseling at it — at this thing that’s inside of him — for a while: kisses in orange, in midnight blue, drunken murmurs from the shop’s first floor, cinnamon laughter and apple-grass breeze and a glass of milk on his bedside table. People who will always, always make sure he sleeps eventually; people whose relief and laughter and presence make all of it worthwhile.
It’s different. Something’s different. Despite the remaining heavy block still lodged inside of him, despite all the canceled plans and abruptly changed futures and lost friendships and interrupted dreams and sheer gnawing fear, he notes this difference and hopes, speculates — hopes hopes hopes — that it’s for the better."
straight from old diaries lol.
also the whole 'mudblood' instrospection from lily's pov in bad day wall was kinda based on... real life feelings as well. so. i guess that, too.
😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?
are you kidding me ALL OF THEM hahahaha. probably my bts zombie apocalypse au somewhere out there? or like. the really early jily ones because the writing is terrible :(
🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?
hmm this is really cliche but really do try to write for yourself and don't lose sight of what makes it fun, whatever aspect of writing fanfic that might be for you. like characters, plot, world-building, dialogues, etc. just because it's really so so so easy to get lost in comparisons and making it good enough and getting high traction and, like, craving kudos comments etc, and that's valid and all of course like you need those to thrive, but like for me at some point it just became such unhealthy obsessions and they just surpassed the need to simply tell the story? like it was not fun at all anymore. and then it just got so easy to get disheartened and abandon plot ideas. it's still a struggle honestly. it's a constant effort to remind myself that, like, you know what, you started writing shit with nothing. you wrote the early ones on nothing. beginner-you would have worked on these ideas just out of sheer excitement and curiosity. where is that energy. get that energy back. now you have some readership and you're not writing??? go write, dumbass.
🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?
nope. i write whenever!
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
ugh for jily yes loads. i have this bloodbender lily AU idea in my head that's been in there for sooooo long and i will one day write. she gets paid to kill james (or remus, i haven't decided yet). the black family oversees the benders in town. it's a mess. IWODO (the great jily breakup fic) is scrapped (for now), i'm so sorry. i've also started a hunter x hunter AU at some point i think? and a shingeki no kyojin one???? lots of anime AUs omg.
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
oh my god it can really range from 3 hours to 3 years.
🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?
when i still like it when i read it years after i wrote it. very rare. but there have been a few!
THANKS YOURE SLEEPING NOW BUT THANK YOU
#answering this instead of packing im screwed lol#thanks!!!!!!#BUTTS!!!#mary#asks#writerisms#im sorry for saying “like” so much it's v late and i might have had#some shots of soju lol
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wow this chapter was amazing!!
absolutely loved Sirius and Lily’s interactions, both warming up to the other in their intoxicated states! Sirius proposing to Drunk Lily was a highlight!
But also the line about James wishing Florence would be willing to break the rules to spend time with him on his birthday— flash to Lily’s new criminal reprobate status giving Remus drugs!
But the icing on the cake: I guess technically this chapter was posted very early on Nov. 1st, but when I read it last night, I still considered it to be Halloween night AND WE GOT OUR FIRST JILY KISS IN TLE!!!! oof I’d just been seeing sad Jily edits all day yesterday, but this was chef’s kiss perfection!!
I’m just so excited to read the next chapter, I can’t wait to see Lily’s reaction to waking up in James Potter’s bed!
wow this chapter is incredible and you are a phenomenally talented writer! sending hugs and positive thoughts and thanks your way! (and also apologies for not commenting as much recently, I am also going through it™️ with depression and job/family issues, but TLE has always been a happy note throughout!)
Omg please, you never need to apologize for not commenting! I always love hearing from you but it’s never necessary and always a treat! Thank you so much for this lovely message. i hope things get better for you soon. Sending so much love! ❤️
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hiya ess!👋
ur completely correct. fics based on taylor songs are superior theres just a certain... je ne sais quoi about them. chefs kiss.
and yes! cameron from 10 things i hate ab you! get urself a man who learns french for you and settle for nothing less.
fic rec! take a shot of holy water by pinkpalaceapartments (wolfstar dorlene & jily fleabag au)
tay time! sparks fly, style, & all you had to do was stay🌟
chatting time<3
i know. people thinking the trojan horse was real still baffles me especially since theyre in an UPPER LEVEL classics course. like how do you go through uni reading and learning about the trojan war and the fact that its a FICTIONAL POEM and not a historical account & still think its real. i mean i get it. i wish it was real too.
little women 2019 my beloved <3 forever obsessed with timmy as laurie and flo as amy.
and GOD i know americans can be just. so irritating. you can always tell when tourists are american because theyre SO LOUD! and the stonehenge comment? HUH? they baffle me sometimes.
and omg another cat named pixie! i guess all cats named pixie are just. heinous bitches. buts its okay because theyre cute<3
and ty for the percy/pansy fic rec ill add to my tbr <3 excited to read about them.
u know maybe killing remus is for the best. especially if youre marrying sirius i think that itself would do him in anyways.
the incest chronicles are def super long & honestly, the first main installment of the series is kinda bland in comparison to the prequels and sequels which makes it feel inaccessible bc you have to struggle through the first 6 big ass books but i promise its worth it. ive begged my friends to read it but they all refuse bc its just SO long and you know what. fair!
and yes i recommend reading the book first. i watch the movie only so i can stare at ben barnes and go "hey it's sirius" every 2 mins.
drunk procrastinators!! my bff: dont you have a paper due tomorrow? me, half a bottle of wine down & definitely has a paper due tomorrow: no
omg the scene for the quaffle & the snitch??? best believe i Will be reading.
apple turnovers for breakfast sounds so good. now im craving one.
and 4 tubs of butter?? hey i mean the drunk heart wants what it wants.
PLUTO<3 when was younger & learned that pluto was classified as a dwarf planet and not a planet i actually cried. she doesnt deserve that💔
im glad you at least got pizza out that situation. pizza can help ease the pain of any mortifying embarrassment.
and dancing in the kitchen with wine & jazz? so real. thats like, peak humanity.
yes poutine is SO good. i wont take any slander from americans who eat jello salad (to be fair i think they sell that in canada too</3... i really dont think its popular here thank god)
barty as a ravenclaw is so important to me especially when pandora is a ravenclaw too. my fav lil chaos gremlins who are also honorary slytherins❤️
omg a pink car slay. my bff had a baby blue beetle for a while and it was PERFECt well until it literally broke cause it was so old BUT being a passenger princess / dj / gps in a cute car is always the dream.
& ill watch the apprentice! hyde guy and kim kardashian lady are enough for me so i will .
platonic soulmates <3 liv (my best friend) once said she'd drop everything to take me to a mental institution if she had to (SHE DIDNT HAVE TO I WAS JUST GOING THROUGH IT!!! she did mildly threaten me though. with love ofc<3) id die for her but id also live for her.
YES GEOGUESSR! its so addicting and just really fun and educational ig. like. now i know what the rest of the world looks like! yay! & if ur shoelaces were knotted id gladly untie them for u❤️
v sorry to hear about victoria, she doesnt deserve u !!
and the guy who came out as gay? still kinda funny like. he liked me on & off for 5 YEARS only to realize he didnt actually like girls. like was i a part of that realization?? i have so many questions.
apollo & artemis!! i love them so very much. my fav siblings❤️
fancasts! andrew & ben are great, also dont like dane as peter. YOUR JAMES? i love him. very good fancast. atj & reiky are great too but i also love thomas weatherall as malakai from heartbreak high (he oozes james energy and has like. idk how to describe it but a very "james potter" smile - example here)
and omg we have the same evan and barty fancasts. hugh as evan will forever be perfect to me. hes just So Evan. maxence as barty is also just perfect i love him. elle fanning as pandora & lewis as peter>>> also annalise basso as lily. she showed up in an episode of new girl i was watching and i was like "LILY??" i also love beabadoobee as marlene. but TIMMY AS REG. hes PERFECT. no one will ever be more regulus than timmy. love that he is the one fancast everyone can agree on. also movie reg?? WHO IS THAT MAN?? I DONT KNOW HIM!!
and omg a gryffindor!! lucky. i always wanted to be a gryffindor when i was a kid but im a slytherin</3 not complaining tho. i love my fellow snakes.
orpheus and eurydice kill me ON GOD. getting the chance to save the one you love but that very love being your downfall💔💔
a soldier! i think soldier is the rarest one so thats very cool. or maybe its poet idk. i wanted to be a poet so bad but i got king. (aka eldest daughter syndrome) heavy is the head that wears the crown ig.
phone, purse, bingo tickets, notebook & headphones = essentials for sure. i wont be caught DEAD without my headphones (and phone cause i need that for music ofc) because i have to have music in my ears 24/7 or ill die.
an athena kid! theyre the coolest and i always wanted to be an athena kid. whenever i take the quiz i get either hades or athena so thats cool ig. raising the dead could be kinda fun! i already kinda dress like nico di angelo so that works for me im just missing my embodiment-of-sunshine child-of-apollo partner </3
your top 5 albums>>. tay NEVER MISSES!!
and yes soulmates! i read too much to not believe in them fr.
answering qs!
top 5 albums: (in no particular order except no.1)
the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars by bowie FOREVER my number 1. i love that album more than anything in this world.
hs1 by harry styles
am by arctic monkeys
chip chrome and the mono tones by the neighbourhood
electric warrior by t.rex
(honourable mentions because im indecisive and would put these in top 5 if i could: folklore by tay, hozier by hozier, disintegration by the cure, led zeppelin iv by led zeppelin, & the dark side of the moon by pink floyd. (theres my top 10 then ig!!))
2. slytherin! like i said above i wanted to be a gryffindor so bad so i figured out which questions gave u which results and only answered the gryffindor ones (denial is a river in egypt girl....) but i decided i couldnt lie anymore and embraced my slytherin-ness.
3. erudite! ofc i always wanted to be dauntless cause theyre cool and tatted out and wear black but ig i value knowledge and shit more </3
4. this is def morbid but in ancient rome, where slavery was very much present, slaves had to wear collars (like. dog collars. so fucked up) and if a slave ran away, you could hire fugitivarii which were slave hunters. like basically bounty hunters. slaves were a huge part of roman economy and very important so obviously people didnt want them to leave but man its fucked up. anyway!
5. king! like i said before i wanted poet so bad but got king which broke my heart but yeah. i saw someone on tiktok say that kings are poets who are bound to duty . still trying to figure out what my duty is cause its definitely not reading fanfic and sitting on tumblr for several hours.
6. silver! i love gold jewelry sm but im super fucking pale and it looks bad on me so i prefer silver . i do wear gold sometimes but silver goes with any outfit so.
7. this is such a hard question cause i love them both but i think tay. shes just got so much variety for any mood so she wins. lana does too but her vibes are just different so.
8. CRUEL SUMMER VS DONT BLAME ME??? another brutal question ess youre killing me. theyre totally tied in my heart but for the sake of picking i think...im gonna have to go with dont blame me. i think the vibe of love making you crazy just fits me more. cause like yeah ill go crazy. but cruel summer my beloved you will ALWAY BE FAMOUS!!
9. my tears ricochet vs the great war.. AHHHHHH. i think my tears ricochet. i associate the great war with crimson rivers too much that i cant listen to it without losing it.
10. i love candles sm this is so hard. in the winter i love christmas tree/pine scents theyre so nice. but in the summer i have a lilac scented one that i burn and its lovely. but i also have one named after Rome that smells like fresh cut flowers thats so nice too. (rome did Not smell like fresh cut flowers when i visited, quite the opposite actually but i can pretend<3)
11. SLOW WALKERS! im a really fast walker and if people are in my way i get so frustrated. girl move i have places to be!!!!
12. kind of anything makes me laugh. dry humour and sarcasm especially but will laugh at anything especially if its dumb as hell
13. i do! its isabella which is very bland but what can you do.
14. i dont think ive ever heard anyone say hoser over here, maybe its an old person thing. but they do say eh! moreso in eastern canada. i have family over there and a lot of them say it. you dont hear it a lot on the west coast.
qs for u!
fav random marauders headcanons?
fav season?
fav subjects in school?
if u could visit one fictional world which would it be?
do u collect anything?
cardigan vs mirrorball
divergent faction?
if u were a mythological creature what would u be? (like vampire, werewolf, etc)
if u could live in any time period, which one would u pick?
whats your ideal first date?
do u play any sports?
board games vs video games? (or neither lol)
if u like art, whats your fav painting/work of art? or artist?
thats all for now! ill try not to die in the war. might be hard cause my eyesight is horrible and wearing glasses in a war seems impractical & i dont think they had contact lenses back during the wartimes. natural selection i suppose.
-bee
bee bee bee <3333
YES. Chef’s kiss honestly. I’m going to do one of those one day. Just you wait.
Man who learns French for you >>> (imagining james taking his duolingo lessons for Regulus)
A FLEABAG AU ??? WITH WOLFSTAR DORLENE & JILY ???? on god this is perfect already i love u for hitting all the right buttons on this rec.
tay tay -
spark fly - JEGULUS - ‘move like a full on rainstorm’ = regulus . Regulus is a rainstorm , wholly and fully. ‘kiss me on the sidewalk , take away the pain’ = reg’s thoughts , when he’s always in pain and only james can heal him 💔💔💔. ‘something to haunt me when you’re not around’ the sheer memory of regulus would haunt james , just like cathy haunts heathcliff.
style- JILY- this could go for literally so many ships. like wolfstar , jily , anything. I chose jily , simply because i feel that just like the hook , james and lily never go out of style. and also lily would ask him about reg , and he would tell her the whole truth & nothing but the truth. in a muggle au i totally see them as on and off and on and off until they’re finally on again and this time it sticks forever.
all you had to do was stay - JEGULUS - now, it’s probably pretty obvious. but this song to me is reg singing away after james breaks up with him.and him wishing the fact that he loved james would be enough. and feeling like ‘he had me in the palm of his hand’ and being all ‘mf crushed me by making a fist god damn.’
CHATTING <33333
the dumbness of people surprises me sometimes. IT’S A FUCKING POEM DUDE. (i wish it was real too. if it was i think I’d genuinely be like ‘how were they so dumb’ for ages )
TIMMY AND FLO 5EVER
it’s the noise , the accent and the camera for me. it’s genuinely so fucking annoying, why are you destroying such a beautiful place with your fucking flashes and noises ????
pixie is indeed a heinous bitch , and we hate each other but I lover her , really. she a real one for telling it like it is.
(it's actually surprisingly good ! it's one of my new favourite rare pairs along with Blaise/Luna (which I've only read in Isolation & Temptation on the Warfront , but loved anyways !!! ) ( recommend both of those fics btw !!!! I love them vv much !!!)
yes , unfortunately , to marry mr Sirius Black , I shall have to kill remus lupin , because he might die of heartbreak anyways.
u know what , once my mocks are over , I might take a crack at the incest series. they seem interesting , and as long as there's no incest , I'm happy to try it out !
book before the movie 5EVER. (also yes , to me at least , there's something very SIRIUS about ben barnes in dorian grey. that just IS Sirius , yk?)
drunk procrastinators for the win !!!! me , because I handed in my paper 8 minutes before the deadline , but at least I handed it in !!!!
YESSSS I AM VERY EXCITED TO WRITE THAT STORY !!!! I will be on it as soon as doa stops kicking my arse.
apple turnovers are bae - cheap and tasty , all in one <333
No but it was LURPAK. that's the kinda butter the queen (rip bae , I meant the king) would use. and also seven sticks of Toblerone , but that's worth it . Toblerone is also bae . all chocolate is bae.
PLUTO IS FAMILY. NO FAMILY IS LEFT BEHIND . I LOVE PLUTO. I PROTECT HER.
time heals all wounds ?? pswah , nah. PIZZA heals all wounds !!!
it is very much peak humanity. especially because he's taller than me , but I did keep stepping on his toes. don't think he minded too much , but honestly it was such a peaceful evening. like that was THE moment , yk ???
that's it , I shall be finding a food truck and trying poutine. (not jello salad , though. that's a crime against humanity , and whoever made that should be arrested for their crimes)
(Barty and pandora as Ravenclaws slay , but them as Slytherins also SLAY. just slaying all around.)
PINK AND BLUE CARS FOR THE WIN !!!!! lu has a black car , but it has seat warmers , so that kinda makes up for it. and passenger princesses for the win !!!! lu is the driver , and will always be the driver. I shall never learn how to drive , as long as I have him. but sometimes as a joke , I'll leave penny coins as a 'tip'. I think I'm really funny for that.
yes u must. Hyde guy is rlly hiding . like , you'll see what I mean when you see him. when you watch it , do come and tell me how you liked it !!!
platonic soulmates have my HEART. like lu has walked through aa fuckinbg rainfall to bring me a fucking turnover. and he was going to go home too??? like bro , no ???? but he wouldn't come inside , because he was wet and he didn't want to wet the floor too , so I came out and walked back to his house with him. things like that keep my faith in humanity (if he was gone , I think I'd be gone too. he is THE reason.) making me emotional and shit now. (and god damn , 'I'd die for her but also live for her' that's so cute ?? and also I so get that !!!! LIV AND LU FOR THE WIN !!! it's the L names I swear , some spice in them.
I'm actually replying to you after my first game of geoguessr , which I totally flunked , btw. I guessed Wales and the answer was fucking Spain. idk how that happens , but alright. (bro ?? making me blush and shit that's so sweet . I'd buy u an apple turnover :))) )
yes Victoria does not deserve me. I need some nice dude/dudette to do right by me.
nah imagine being someone's reverse realisation ?? like 'I kissed u and then I was gay' like bro u got some sort of power ??/ (and also I agree. very suspicious. I too have questions)
I love Apollo and Artemis too !! (them in rick riordan's books >>>)
Andrew and ben have my heart and soul I just love them a lot. ( dane isn't right , obviously , and lewis is my Peter. he just matches , yk ??) IK I LOVE MY JAMES TOO , HE'S SO PRETTY AND HE'S SO JAMES HONESTLY . (dw I don't comment that , I would never disturb him with that) atj is good for edits , as is reiky sometimes !! (sometimes people use him as desi James though , which - he's not. so I do wish they'd stop , or just say 'Somali James' !) and the smile ??/ on god , that's so jamessss. ( which brings me back to ben barnes. it's something about the way he smiles. very sirius.)
Hugh is honestly winning I love him. maxence too , but Hugh is just EVAN. (to me , at least.) and I so agree , Elle & Lewis >> . love them. TIMMY TIM AS REGGIE REG. LOVE HIM A LOT. MY FAVOURITE. (also movie reg ?? I think not.)
YES GRYFFINDOR. IT'S BECAUSE OF MY BRAVERY AND I LOVE LIONS. jk , but I love the marauders and the trio , so I'm glad to be a Gryffindor. and as u should , your fellow snakes are amazing ( most of them)
ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !!! ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !! LOVE BEING YOUR DOWFALL!! YOUR TRAGIC FLAW !! if u must die , let love be the reason why.
at least soldier is rare. I would've rather been the king , because I want to rule shit , not die on the battlefield. (I think every king on my fyp wanted to be a poet. literally every one. so u are one with the masses.)
MUSIC IN MY HEAD 24/7 OR I'LL DIE . so real of u , I'm listening to work song rn, and humming along with it.
Athena kids are awesome , wise n shit. as are hades kids , u guys could raise the dead. I'm going to make lu do the quiz , because he has the blonde hair n the blue eyes , so Apollo kid right there , isn't it?? let's see what he gets !!!
TAY NEVER MISSES !!! TAY IS A GODESSS !!!!!!
reviewing your q's.
ur top five albums are STELLAR. bowie on top as he should be , love him so much . HS1 altered my brain chemicals , but AMMMMMMMMM AMMMMMM . am has changed the course of my life , istg. (knee socks came up on my playlist literally right now. and lu is literally wearing his blue Lacoste top , too . this is freaky.) I've not actually heard the rest , so I gotta give them a listen. (and yes folklore and hozier >>>>> love them so so much they're so dear to me .)
SLYTHERIN SLYTHERIN. SSSSSS AND THAT. (that is also what I did , but I actually got Gryffindor , so to everyone , I am a Gryffindor. and I am one.)
ERUDITE YESSSSS. miss bee smartypants.
man that's some barbaric shit , honestly.
kings that sit on Tumblr for several hours and read fic are the only ones that should exist. u are a king.
I LOVER SILVER JEWELLERY TOO. I'm wearing both atm , so it might not make sense , but I have gold and silver (prefer gold because expensive and I like expensive things. jk , if someone I love gave me silver , or even PAPER jewellery , I'd keep it forever. still have Lu's pasta necklace from when we were in year 2.)
tay does win. for me too. she just has that range , you know ??? (Lana is still mothering tho. love her.)
I am killing u . u r dead. CRUEL SUMMER FITS ME MORE !!!! I'LL TAKE CS , U TAKE DBM , AND IT'S ALL FAIR!!!
the Great War with cr ??? now I'm scared to read it ?? (my tears ricochet is my favourite song ever. like ever ever , so I agree with this opinion. I love the Great War too , though.)
lilac candles sound so nice oh my god ??? my favourite scent is the fresh cut roses one , I just rlly love that smell. (it smelt like piss , didn't it ?? just tell me now .)
slow walkers fuckin suck . my pet peeve is year sevens. always blocking the halls , the little bitches. (bless their souls , but goddamn , talk to your friends later , u silly.)
ahh Isabella . classic, I myself , have two middle names , and my mum picked one , and my dad picked the other, it's some flowery shit I swear. especially because they're from different countries , so yk.
ah damn I was hoping u would be saying hoser. at least u say eh .
question time !!! -
hmmm. hmmm. I think it's gotta be that remus sat in that carriage on the way to Hogwarts in pot because the marauders always used to sit there , and to sit somewhere else would be blasphemy. also that for a second when he saw that harry had fainted , he thought it was James. heart broke.
winter. I'm a winter baby , and xmas is in winter , so it wins all around.
chemistry ! it slaps my arse , but I prefer it over the other two subjects.
Hogwarts !!! I want a magical wand too !!!
YES. I COLLECT FIFTY PENCE COINS , AND SOMETIMES THEY DON'T HAVE THE USUAL BACK , THEY HAVE SOMETHING DIFFERENT. I HAVE AT LEAST 30£ OF THEM. three of them are from lu , because he knows to give them to me. I will attach a picture of them to my next ask. (I have a Florence nightingale 2£ coin too)
CARDIGAN !!! sorry but stars around my scars > trapeze.
erudite !! just like u. makes sense because I strive for academic validation all the time. going to a grammar school really changed me dude, really really did.
I'm going to go for unicorn. because they're pretty and they can grant wishes n I love them. (sorry remus I love u too.)
if racism n sexism didn't exist , then probably the fifties. I love them , the vibe is really cool. the style , too. my second choice is the roman era , because again , that era seems special ! (and obvious as greek kids , we gotta say greek era. just need to experience it for myself , yk???)
MY IDEAL FIRST DATE !!! pick me up at my door in a nice suit/dress and give me flowers (my fave ones ) , drive me to the restaurant (French or Italian pls) and then the cinema. we watch the movie , then we go to the bookshop , and they say 'buy anything. anything' and then on the way home , they park their car , and we go on a walk and talk about life , for ages and ages , and then we buy stuff from the bakery (they know I like apple turnovers) and then kiss under the stars. if someone does this for me , I'll marry them
no unfortunately. I tried out for netball in year seven , got rejected , took it as a personal attack , and therefore just watch lu play his hockey and football from the stands. that's the extent of my sportsmanship.
BOARD GAMES. Friday is actually board game night for me and lu. busting out the monopoly board means we r no longer best friends for some time. we r enemies.
I do love art !! actually going to the Tate modern on Saturday with lu !! my favourite piece of art is 'cafe terrace at night' . I love it so much it's so special to me I love it. can imagine walking there , hand in hand with my date I love it. (might go there for my grad trip. maybe.
q's for u -
ur ideal first date ?
rep vs lover ?
hozier vs am?
do u play sports ? (pls tell me u play hockey )
favourite board game ?
take me to church vs work song ?
fave season ?
fave food ?
fave marauder hc ?
one ship u hate (hp) ?
your patronus ?
your favourite piece of art ?
ginny or luna ?
favourite restaurant ?
favourite beverage ?
[ beeeeee don't be too long I will miss u too much. I love u. (also glasses?? same ). be safe , king.]
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Claudia — this prompt!!!!!!! 💕✨
1. Two characters haven’t seen each other for a while, one keeps rambling about something insignificant and the other one kisses them because “Shut up you’re rambling just kiss me.”
Omg, M, so excited to receive this from you! 😂💜 And I had a blast writing it, so obviously it got long (1.5k words). Thanks for the prompt. Hope you enjoy!
Glittering Darkness
The Butterbeer is a slide of warm froth down his throat, easing up frozen insides brought on by the biting January cold. He smiles, grin stupid on face, hazel eyes bright behind glasses, and listens to Sirius yammer on about Quidditch and teams and players—
“The Canons don’t stand a fucking chance this season, mate,” Sirius repeats for the thousandth time that week, to the audience of Remus’s rolling eyes, Peter’s enraptured gaze and James’s dazed attention. “I have my bet on the Arrows. I mean, have you seen Crossby’s performance lately? Not missed a single bloody snitch so far in. That’s gotta be some kind of record, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Oi, Prongs!” he snaps, brows instantly furrowed at not receiving James’s immediate response, no matter that Peter’s vehement nodding probably dislodges the boy’s neck. “Someone throw a Confundus at you? That’s a dumb expression on your face, if I’ve seen one.”
James sighs, leans back, embraces the lovely chatter of his peers around The Three Broomsticks. “I’m just having a good day.”
The boys are instantly suspicious, each choosing to express such emotion with a varying degree of subtlety.
“How come?” Sirius asks, sounding almost put off at not being privy to the answer already.
“Well, I get to spend such a lovely afternoon with you lads. What more could I want?”
“To get laid,” says Sirius, a phrase that is followed immediately by Peter’s loud snort of laughter.
“By a very specific person,” Remus can’t help but add, amusement quirking his mouth in that typical way of his.
“Nonsense,” he waves off, another gulp of Butterbeer tossed back. “I’m perfectly content.”
“Okay, I take it back. It has to be a cheering charm,” Sirius ponders solemnly, just as a group of familiar Gryffindors enters The Three Broomsticks, huddling together as they brush off snow from thick robes and gloves.
Such a sight is by no means a rarity, given that the pub has already been crawling with Hogwarts students since the start of day. But James’s eyes are quick to lock onto a very specific person, a flash of red hair, pink cheeks, bright, bright laughter. No one around him seems to notice the tectonic plates shifting under their feet, nor the way that colour splashes, vibrant and sudden, painting the world afresh. No, they carry on with their conversations and snark as if air hasn’t suddenly become easier to draw in, as if her mere presence hasn’t literally lit up the room. He supposes, after a second of reflection, that she’s indeed his personal cheering charm.
Lily nods to the girls—Mary, Dorcas, Marlene—and points to a booth somewhere at the back. He can’t be arsed to check the exact location; not when it means taking his eyes off a much better alternative. But instead of moving away with them as they take their seats, Lily, curiously enough, breaks off from the group, face blank, easy grace and gait as she meanders off to the loo. Her eyes don’t travel to him, not once.
And yet, James spots that minuscule quirk of lips right before she disappears from view.
Oh.
Very well then.
He’s instantly on his feet, wooden chair scraping back with a loud groan, cutting off Remus mid-speculation as to the reason behind James’s jolly disposition. Three heads turn to him; curious, amused, perhaps even a little concerned.
“Um, you okay, mate?”
“Brilliant,” James replies, feels a thrum of excitement shiver through him, and wonders if it’s openly visible. “Perfectly brilliant. I just need to take a leak.”
“Well, alright, Mr Potter, you’re excused.” Remus laughs.
He takes the time to roll his eyes, but not the effort to dim his smile. It’s probable he looks like a complete loon on a sugar rush, but James truly has never cared about anything less. “Yeah, yeah, have your chuckles, Mr Moony. We’ll see who’s laughing by the end of the day.”
“I genuinely have no idea what you mean, and you sound completely unthreatening with that ridiculous beaming going on.”
James scoffs, walks away from another bout of laughter. “Fuck off.”
The hallway leading to the loos remains mercifully empty; luck that he doesn’t take for granted thanks to the crowd spilling inside the pub. With a quick manoeuvre honed over years of efficient marauding, he pulls out a shrunken invisibility cloak from his robes, enlarges it to its normal size, and disappears beneath the silvery material, feeling its strange softness like a second skin. And then he flattens himself against the wall, scooting around until he’s strategically placed within an alcove near the entrance to the girls’ lavatory—far away enough to give a wide berth to anyone he doesn’t want to alert, but near enough for an encounter with his target.
His target, who he presumes is not nearly as unsuspecting as she’d let on.
It takes only about ten seconds or so before he sees the swish of her robes, witnesses the easy smile on her face as Lily rounds the corner, nose teased red from cold, freckles scattered like stars, and finds the walls of his chest tighten like concrete slabs at the sight.
In a flash of movement, he’s got a hand wrapped around her wrist, sliding to her waist, yanking her firmly against his body without so much as a whispered greeting. Lily’s impulsive screech of surprise dies down the instant the cloak falls over her head, enveloping them both. The tension of her muscles melts away beneath his fingertips, and she’s quick to plant her hands on his chest, brush indelicately closer, space shrinking enough that he tastes the mint on her breath when she speaks.
“Rather indecent of you to accost me like this, Potter.”
He bends down, appreciates the excited gleam in the green of her eyes. His thumb finds her nape, massages gently. “I had something very important to discuss with you.”
“Mm,” Lily purrs. “That’s better. How may I help you?”
“You see,” he starts, chokes slightly when she grinds against him purposefully. “You see, I was just leaving the castle this morning, ready for a lovely outing with my mates, when a witch who looked remarkably like you all but shoved me into a broom closet, declared her undying love for me, and then snogged me into oblivion. And well, you’ve got to understand what that sort of thing does to a bloke’s mental state.”
“Huh,” she remarks, lets her upper lip slide over his bottom one, nothing but a ghost of touch. “I don’t know much about undying love proclamations, but do go on about this snogging into oblivion business, please.”
James drops his head, sucks on the pulse that jumps beneath the skin of her neck. “Oblivion. Abyss. A whole lot of glittering darkness,” he confesses. “And since this witch resembled you—”
“Remarkably,” she moans, soft.
“Remarkably, of course—I thought it only proper to inform you of such an occurrence, y’know, for reputation’s sake. You’ve got that Head Girl image to maintain. Can’t have imposters of you running around making out with the Head Boy. Doesn’t look too good, to be honest. And I’m saying this purely out of selflessness, of course. If, on the other hand, you were to shed some light on this act and admit to...I don’t know...a lack of an imposter, it would mean a whole other thing—”
Lily slams him back against the wall, hand shoving his chest, mouth dangerously close to his. “Shut up, you’re rambling.” She smirks. “Just kiss me.”
And almost as if unable to sustain any patience to allow him to follow the directive, her lips crush over his in a kiss that somehow burns through his every molecule, scorching the very skin he wears, rivalling even the best kiss he’s ever had in his life, which was, incidentally, shared with the same person naught but two hours ago. Lily’s hand curls over his collar, twisting the fabric, giving her purchase to devour him alive. He reciprocates with a tightening grip on her waist, tilting her jaw, slipping his tongue inside to brush over the warm wetness of hers. A mad rush of breath, of gliding mouths and hands and softly uttered moans passes between them, the air under the cloak sweltering despite the cold outside.
Eventually, James wrenches himself away long enough to get the word out; her name. “Lily.”
“Mm,” she manages, lips on his cheek.
“I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.”
The breathless sincerity of his tone gives her pause, and she pulls back, eyes dark and confused. “What?”
“Do you,” he swallows past the cowardice, the thump of his heart. “Is this happening for real? You actually want...me?”
A beat passes, a long one, and Lily stares and stares and stares. Eventually, a smile spills, and he’s reminded of that abyss; glittering endlessly. “Yeah, James. I want you. Wholly. Fully.” She kisses him again, trails the honey on his lips. “I’m just letting you enjoy this outing with the boys, because once we’re back at the castle…”
She’s trailed off, left him to articulate thoughts. “What then?”
Lily grins, glint of teeth so cruelly delicious that it steals his breath, especially when accompanied by the roll of her hips. “I’ll let you fill in the blank.”
#claudia writes#claudiawrites#jily#jily drabble#jily fic#jily canonverse#jily kiss#jily first kiss also I guess#james potter#lily evans#james x lily#jily flash fic#glittering darkness#hodgepodge#mlw10#claudia answers#asks
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another day, another BUNDLE of self-published erotica on Amazon.
if you've waited to pull the trigger on purchasing my self-published erotica from Amazon...now's the time!
here's a link to the box set bundle of all three of my mfm ménage erotic novellas in one place! they're also a part of Kindle Unlimited, so if you have a Kindle Unlimited subscription, you don't have to buy them to read them! (and, if you don't have a KU subscription, they're always offering free 30-day trials! don't mind me, I'm just constantly over there reading smut...)
as last time, I opted not to do a Booksprout ARC (advance review copy) for the bundle this time around. but if you'd like a free copy of the bundle in exchange for an honest review posted to Amazon, slide into my DMs! I can send you a link to a PDF copy here on Tumblr.
in other news, friends, I broke $1k in profits.
I can't thank you all enough. ❤ I'm getting a massage next week in celebration (my first one ever!!), and I'm very aware that you all made so much of this happen for me. I wouldn't have ever attempted this journey without all of the love I've received from my fellow Jily lovers, and I know so many of my purchases on my OG works--and some of my best reviews--are from some of you here. to you guys, I'm more grateful than words can say.
now, I guess...what's next??
find the summary for the bundle after the break. ❤
"Connected. We’re connected, the three of us, and far beyond anything I’d expected going into this."
Two handsome, chiseled men. One beautiful, curious woman. Years of wicked fantasies. One vacation that promises everything…if their relationships can withstand it. Now in a three-book box set.
Books include:
Shared - James, Millie, and Luke
For years, Millie has known it’s wrong to want her boyfriend and his best friend—together and separately—and has battled guilt at every turn. What if she doesn't have to choose?
Competition - Aaron, Cassie, and Kyle
Since their college days, Cassie has spent years reliving a first kiss…with two different men, who were—and still are—best friends with both each other and with her. Will a competition between the two men end with all as three winners?
Corrupted - Bryan, Annette, and Grant
Good girl Annette knows better than to lust after the unattainable. Does she have what it takes to attain her fantasies--in triplicate?
The Beachside Ménage series. Three lengthy novellas, each featuring three points of view and chock-full of dirty dialogue, titillating foreplay, and steamy sex that focuses entirely on the woman with no MM scenes.
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“You’re really warm.” and
“Come back to bed. Please” for jily pls??
I am laughing at for jily like I'm capable of writing for anything else. I promise you, even if it is about two unrelated characters, I'll find a way to make it about jily
Also finally put the drabbles on ao3 as promised so you can read this there as well
Fretting over Lily Evans was nothing new for James, but this time might’ve put him to his early grave after all.
He touches her forehead discreetly, trying not to disturb her sleep. She went in and out of her slumber all night, giving him a scare half the time with her nonsensical mumblings. He doesn’t recall when exactly he fell asleep too, not long ago according to the rising sun, but that’s how he finds himself next to her now.
Blinking his eyes woozily, he gives himself permission for a moment of bliss before jumping into action, pretending they are lying side by side not because she is burning like a furnace, but like he always wakes up next to Lily, this hair tickling his shoulder not unusual.
He can only guess what prompted her to call him last night. A bitter part of him thinks it’s because she knew he would come running, no questions asked. It’s hard to ignore that part when that was exactly what he did, probably before he even hung up the phone. There is, of course, always the chance that it was the side effect of her running fever. One should not underestimate it, he learned that firsthand all through the night.
The pretense falls apart when he feels Lily’s skin, panic rising inside him all over again. He has spent the whole night trying to make sure her temperature didn’t pass 40 degrees, hand ready over his phone for the minute it did. It feels like it has risen again, her cheeks flaming bright to prove his insight right.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss my forehead?”
She startles him, with the question or her half open eyes smiling dozily at him, he doesn’t know.
“Why would I take advantage of the ill, Evans?”
Her smile gets softer, fonder. “That’s how my mom used to take my temperature.”
He’s never been able to say no to that smile.
She closes her eyes with the kiss, looking content and peaceful, not at all like the bedridden patient she is supposed to be. He lingers one second longer than necessary.
He has forgotten the purpose of the act until she looks at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.
“You’re really warm.”
She doesn’t care for his furrowed brows or less than satisfactory explanation when she snuggles into him, purring, “Thank you, so are you.”
“That was not a compliment, Evans.” He tries to hide the fact his breath hitches when she burrows her face in his neck. “That means I am doing something very, very wrong. Are you sure you don’t want me to call anybody else?”
Her hold on him tightens even further if possible. She sounds like a petulant child when she whines her refusal. He can imagine, and feel, her pout.
He tries to untangle himself from her, but she looks so offended by his actions that he feels the need to explain himself. “I need to wet these rags again, and you need to eat some breakfast so you can take your antipyretics.”
She opens her mouth to say something, another refusal going by her displeased expression, but he jumps from the bed before she can tempt her more.
He goes to the bathroom first, thinking maybe some cool water would do him good too. She is already asleep by the time he comes back, hand reaching out to where he once laid on the bed. He places the damp clothes on her forehead with a grin, letting it take over his face while she is not able to see it. The pills he found when he rummaged through her medicine cabinet are put on her nightstand, waiting for his arrival with some food.
Preparing some eggs and toast helps him gather himself a little more, the habitual routine putting his brain on autopilot. The morning feels like something out of James’ dreams with Lily cuddling him in the bed and him making her breakfast, he finds it necessary to remind himself the true nature of the situation as he fills a glass of water for her.
She is awake when he enters the room, following his motions silently as he puts the plate on her side too. He is just about to sit on the chair by her bedside when she stops him with a hand on his arm.
“I promise I’ll eat something in a minute. Can you just… come back to bed? Please?”
His will already weakened since he woke up, he finds that it crumbles completely when he hears her voice so weak, tone so pleading. He lays down on his previous place without saying anything, her head finding his shoulder immediately.
A small hand traces patterns on his chest, nails tickling the heart underneath with every swoop. They could probably live in that relaxed bubble forever if the question nagging inside him just hadn’t popped out unexpectedly.
“Why did you call me yesterday, Lily?”
The finger drawing flowers, stars, and initials never stops its movement. “Because I had a high fever, and I didn’t want to go to the ER.”
“No. I mean, why did you call me?”
He holds his breath in anticipation of her answer, and she stills momentarily too before shaking out of her stupor. “I wanted to be with you.” Her voice sounds so small. “I always want to be with you, you know that.”
There is relief ballooning inside him with her words, mixed with something he dares not name. He hums softly as a response, neither denying nor confirming her assumption.
“We can stay in bed for one more minute, then I’m gonna make you eat that breakfast, Evans.”
“Two, because you just took advantage of a sick person’s honesty and I deserve it.”
“Deal.”
He’ll let her pretend like he won’t do anything she asks for. They both know it’s a lie anyway.
#jily#jily fic#james potter#lily evans#james x lily#jily fanfiction#jily au#senem writes#a sick fic?? in the middle of july???#its more likely than you think
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You have probably already answered this but do you have any Jily fic recommendations maybe something similar to ignite ( I'm so excited for the next chapter 💗)
I absolutely have some fic recs! Let’s go!
Taking a bit of a guess as to what “similar to ignite” means. These are all rated M or E, which shouldn’t be a surprise.
Canon, Jily get together story
Eternal Summer by @missgryffin
WIP, 25 chapters, 391,776 words
James Potter just spent his sixth year trying to get over Lily Evans while, unbeknownst to him, Lily Evans just spent her sixth year trying not to fancy James Potter. Now, they just had a drunken near-kiss that neither one remembers, they've been named Head Boy and Girl, and they're both wondering how they'll survive their final year at Hogwarts in each others' presence.
Earthquake Drills by @efkgirldetective
WIP, 17 chapter, 171,340 words. Sequel to Summer Girl, and a must read first (though Earthquake Drills is more like Ignite, IMO.
You have to practice before an emergency: When the ground starts shaking, you have to know what to hide under, who to hold onto.
1977. Summer is over. Lily Evans and James Potter are in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The world around the castle shifts, unmoored. Love and friendship become urgent, imperative concerns—become, perhaps, the difference between life and death.
Voyeur by @scriibble-fics
Completed, 26 chapters, 389,102 words
As his seventh year begins and the First Wizarding World grows outside Hogwarts’ castle walls, James Potter has one goal in mind: to finally win over Lily Evans. The only problem? Accidentally seeing her with someone else, of course—but it’s not like that will stop him. [L/OC to L/J; Marauders seventh year/intro to the First Wizarding War]
Canon divergent
Eighteen Again by @scriibble-fics
WIP, 26 chapters, 444,533 words - Set a few years after they get out off Hogwarts, and it’s a finding each other again fic.
After Hogwarts, things fell apart for Lily Evans and James Potter. Three years later, when she shows up in his life to work for the Order, James finds himself pushed back towards her in a situation that's not only dangerous for his life, but also his heart. [First Wizarding War; Second Chances AU]
Enemy Within by @tiffanytoms
Completed, 29 chapters, 188,875 words - Dark!James, but so, so good.
This shouldn't keep happening. She was a Mudblood. He was a Death Eater. So how did Lily Evans and James Potter keep ending up shagging each other in the deserted nooks and corridors of Hogwarts? Dark!James and Spy!Lily, Turns very smutty
AU, but smutty and angsty
Jingle--Holy F*ck by @theesteemedladydebourgh
Completed, 24 chapters, 131,771 words
Lily Evans and James Potter fell in love, broke apart and graduated Hogwarts. Ten years later, one failed engagement (her), a prestigious career as an Auror (him), and a diverted flight that lands them both in the middle of Muggle Ireland right before Christmas might be the thing to bring them back together.
An unreliable car is procured, emotional baggage is tossed in the boot, snow is forecast and it’s jingle all the—oh look, a detour.
Don’t forget the sequel, The First Time Divorcees Club!
Hope these help! If anyone has any other similar fics, please let me know!
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Prompt 4: Jily in the rain for @jilytoberfest
(AO3)
They are 11 and the autumn rain catches them unaware on the way back from the greenhouse. They run as fast as their short legs can carry them, but by the time they reach the Entrance Hall, they are both drenched, a pool forming beneath their feet. They looked at each other, taking the sight of the other (his hair is falling languidly over his eyes, her usually impeccable uniform is all messy) and then a laugh escapes one's lips (Lily thinks it was his happy laugh first, James thinks it was her sparkle one) and the other joins, the sound reverberating in the hall.
They are 14 and they are returning from a Quidditch match that ended with Gryffindor losing the Snitch but still winning because of all his goals. James is in the arms of the crowd, laughing, rejoicing in his victory, oblivious to the rain that fell during the game and still falls heavily. He cries, louder than the rain, and then he sees her, walking with her friends, the red and gold paint in her cheeks melting under the rain, as oblivious to the rain as everyone else. Lily is smiling also and when their eyes meet, she winks at him, mouthing something that might be "good game", before she turns away. His heart skips a beat, and the feeling of winning is replaced by a sudden longing.
They are 16 and James messed up hugely. The last week of classes finds Lily miserable (Mudblood) and James ashamed of himself (you're just as bad as he is), worlds apart from each other. She doesn't care about it, though, or for anything at this moment; Lily stands still watching the lake at night--away from where everything happened--even when the first drops of the rain ripple through the lake and later when the heavy rain falls. It's good; the rain mingles well with her tears, hides from prying eyes. The sound of footsteps over the wet ground alerts her to someone. She turns, but it's not a person; a beautiful stag approaches her almost timidly. It's an impressive beast, but rather than be afraid, she lifts her arm, waiting until the stag is close enough to touch his head, the wet fur. The stag looks at her with more comprehension than it should be reasonable in a beast and Lily hugs him, sobbing, letting him warm her against the coldness of the rain.
They are 17 and helping a group of Third Years to reach back safely the castle during a storm that interrupted a class of Care of Magical Creatures, casting Drying Spells and Warming Spells when it hits her that this is the only kind of spells she sees him doing these days. To help others. And when he joins her back at the castle, trying to dry his glasses in his even wetter clothes, she smiles and offers him her help, having stayed warm and dry because James volunteered to venture outside. She approaches him, using the sleeve of her robe to dry his glasses, before giving him back; they are so close she can see each drop of water in his face as if he is sparkling. James smiles at her in thanks, putting back his glasses--his eyes are hazel, this beautiful combination of green and brown--and her breath catches. Before she can do anything, he runs his hand through his hair, splashing water everywhere, a mischievous grin on his face and Lily has to laugh too, trying to pretend her heart isn't racing in her chest.
They are 18 and it rains heavily on the day of their first date, but neither wants to give up. It's actually a good thing. They have to remain close together under an umbrella, the shops are empty due to most students giving up and they get a table in the Three Broomsticks without any problem. And later, when the wind takes away their umbrella, when they run across the grounds trying to catch it (Sirius is very fond of this umbrella), they turn to each other, their amusement fading away to be replaced by curiosity and longing; their lips meet under a curtain of water and this kiss is as wet as it can be, but they don't mind (Sirius complains that they could have cast an Accio and still snog, which is fair).
They are 20 and it rains on their wedding day but someone says that is a lucky sign and no one dares to question it.
They are 21 and Godric's Hollow feels more and more like a prison than their house. James spends as many hours outside as he can, feeling the sun on his face, the breeze of the wind, and he doesn't move when the first raindrops start to fall. Lily opens the backdoor, Harry in her arms, and calls him; James can't move. He watches as she leaves Harry in his baby carriage (their son loves to sleep under the sound of the rain) and walks towards him, the rain drenching her clothes in seconds, mud messing her legs. Lily doesn't mind; she joins him, lifting her head to accept the rain and James thinks there is nothing more beautiful in the world than this image of his wife under the rain. "I love you," he whispers, and she turns to kiss him. "As I love you."
They are 25 and the rain starts when they are outside attending to their small garden. Lily casts an Impervious to keep him dry and turn to Harry, but there is already a faint silver light around him; she guesses James already charmed him, so she just keeps explaining the herbs they are planting, Harry watching with attention. A distant sound makes her turn around. James and Sirius are running from the street, bringing bags from the grocery store; they could have cast a spell as well, but Lily thinks they are having too much fun. Then she blinks, turning to her son; if she didn't cast the spell and neither did James… "Your son just did his first magic," she tells James when he reaches her, and he hugs her, beaming.
They are 50 and the rain has just started. They watch from the porch, calling their grandkids to enter the house, hearing their laughs as they splash water at each other, enjoying the summer rain.
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Blackevans would be ace but any marauder/jily combo that works for you :) thanks!
Thank you! Hope you enjoy :)
also found on AO3 - can be read on its own but is a continuation of 'Just a Touch'
Lily faltered. She had walked down to the common room to sit in front of the fire and read her new book, she was hoping no one was around at this time of night.
But there sat, the one thing she had been avoiding.
Sirius Black was lounging on the sofa, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping, Lily could see his fingers tapping up and down on the armchair.
She took a deep breath and walked over, curling herself on the other side of the sofa. She faced him, knees tucked under her bum.
She had always gotten along with Sirius, something about them both having a terrible home life, they often found each other sitting up late at night and sat in each other's silence comfortably. It was nice to not have to explain why she was angry or upset, like Black understood her need to be sullen and contemplative.
They hadn’t done this in a long time.
“He’s why you’ve been avoiding me” Sirius’ voice broke her out of her thinking. He had opened his eyes but his head was still resting on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry we didn't tell you” she whispered.
“I just don’t understand why he didn’t tell me.”
Lily pursed her lips. She had always found Sirius easier to talk to when it was just the two of them, he was actually very wise when he wasn’t joking around. She liked how he could smile at the serious moments while also throwing some sage advice her way.
“I told him not to tell anyone” she whispered.
“Remus knew,” he snapped.
He wasn’t lounging back anymore, he had lifted his torso off the sofa and was now resting his forearms on his knees.
“He figured it out, caught us one time” Lily said softly.
“My own boyfriend didn’t tell me” he muttered, “Why couldn’t anyone trust me?”
“We do trust you,” Lily said sternly.
He looked at her, his eyebrows drawn together.
“I asked James to keep it from you until we knew what we both wanted. I don’t think I could handle you being disappointed in me”
“Disappointed?”
“You were always the one to tell me to give James a go, what if I fucked it up? James has me on a pedestal, so do you! What if I tried to date James and it didn’t work? Everyone would blame me! James would never give up on dating me” Lily rambled, her nerves getting the best of her, the truth, her own thoughts spilling out.
Sirius looked at Lily bemused.
“You can’t honestly tell me that you were worried about disappointing me? Sirius Black?” His voice was teasing and Lily narrowed her eyes in response.
“Well I care about what you think, you’re my friend. Aren't you?”
Sirius furrowed his brows.
“Well yeah but James is my best friend and he didn’t tell me that he was dating the love of his life?” he balled his fists.
“It's only been a few weeks, we were still trying to figure things out before telling you properly. I think James wanted to prove that he was serious about me” Lily thought out loud.
“Only a few weeks?” Sirius asked, surprised.
“Yeah” Lily bit her lip, trying to keep the smile appearing on her face as she remembered jumping on James only a few weeks ago. She had been crushing on him for a while but was worried she wouldn’t live up to his expectations but then one day after their rounds, he had said something so sweet and honest, she couldn’t help but kiss him.
“You’ve only been dating for a few weeks?” Sirius' tone was laced with humour and got Lily confused.
“Yeah?”
“And you’re already shagging?” Sirius’ eyes were now sparkling with humour.
Lily bit her lip, stopping the laugh from escaping and encouraging Sirius’ teasing.
“I couldn’t resist?” Lily shrugged, giving him a smirk.
Sirius burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking, his hands squeezing his knees.
Lily couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was the thing with Sirius, once he laughed, everyone was laughing alongside him, it was infectious.
“So you made the first move, not James?” Sirius said between gulps of laughter.
“Yeah, at first he kept trying to stop me from putting my hands down his trousers”
Sirius bellowed another laugh.
“Merlin, Evans” He huffed between small bouts of laughter.
“Will you forgive us? Forgive James, at the very least. He loves you” Lily said softly.
Sirius nodded.
“He loves you more though,” Sirius whispered. He was staring at the roaring fire, his elbows still resting on his knees.
“He really doesn’t'' Lily smiled. They hadn’t said the ‘I love you’s’ yet, and she knew deep down in her heart that James did love her because she loved him too. But the love he had was different, it was deeper, more cemented, he was his brother.
Sirius looked at her, one eyebrow raised.
“Evans, he’s been pining for you for years. I should have known that something was happening, he hasn't begged me to talk to you about him for weeks”
“He used to beg you to talk to me?”
“Yeah” Sirius huffed another laugh, “I told him I would only say something if you brought him up, I wasn’t going to force the conversation about that specky git” he grinned, his famous Sirius Black cocky smile.
“He’s pretty great though - James. I get why you love him so much” Lily said wistfully.
Sirius leaned back, finally relaxing into the sofa. His grin turned mischievous.
“You love him don’t you”
Lily faltered, again. She wasn’t going to tell Sirius before James.
“It's only been a few weeks,” she whispered, more to herself than Sirius.
Sirius nodded, but gave her a knowing smile.
“So -” Sirius perked up, his eyebrows wagging, Lily narrowed her eyes waiting for his usual mischief to make an appearance after such a look, “-how did he handle himself when he saw your starker's for the first time?”
All Lily could do was laugh. The type of laughter that made her bones tingle and relief rush through her chest. She was hoping Sirius wouldn’t begrudge her for telling James not to tell him straight away. Sirius Black was too good of a friend.
“Black, you should have seen his face. Never seen him turn so white” she said between giggles.
Sirius grinned, chuckling softly.
Lily yawned and picked herself off the sofa. She stopped behind the sofa, just behind where Sirius sat.
“Are you going to forgive him?” Lily asked.
Sirius turned and smiled softly.
“I’ll always forgive him Lils, just do me a favour?”
Lily cocked an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell him, I want him to grovel a bit more. He’s writing my Charms paper as we speak”
Lily grinned cheekily. Before she could reply, James came tumbling down the boy's staircase.
“Lils,” he said, shocked at her presence. His face lit up and made Lily smile instantaneously. He turned his attention to the room, finding his best mate sitting on the couch. Looking between the pair with wide eyes, he coughed awkwardly.
“Hey Padfoot. Um - uh-”
Sirius sighed loudly, and rather dramatically Lily thought.
“It’s alright you know, you don’t have to hide from me anymore - or did you get off on not telling anyone?” Sirius said, his teasing tone had vanished.
Lily narrowed her eyes but before she could say something, Sirius winked at her as James turned his gaze to his girlfriend.
Oh.
“Um, no of course not. Mate you know I wanted to tell you but we were taking it slow” James said with a sigh.
“Mhm, alright.” Sirius said, waving his hand dismissively.
“Look, let me help you with that Defense essay as well. I mean, it's the least I could do. I’m really sorry mate you know that” James rambled, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.
Lily had to really bite down hard to stop her grin.
Sirius pretended to think about James' proposition, tapping his fingers against his chin.
“I mean, it's the least James can do,” Lily added, squeezing her boyfriend's arm. James turned to give her a tight smile, making her heart leap and second-guess this little joke Sirius was playing out. But then James turned to Sirius and Sirius smiled.
“Fine, I guess it's the least you could do. Maybe you could also name your first born after me?”
Lily scoffed.
“No way”
Sirius grinned at her.
“Ok, can I be godfather?”
Lily smiled, watching James nodding furiously.
“Who said we were having any children?” Lily joked, narrowing her eyes at Sirius.
James flipped his attention to his girlfriend, his mouth wide open. He was so nervous, flipping his attention back and forth between Sirius and Lily, Lily couldn’t help but giggle.
“Um-” James said.
“Better get to that essay, Prongs” Sirius nudged his friend up the staircase.
James nodded obediently before giving Lily a kiss on the cheek and running back up the stairs.
“Wait James!” Lily cried out, making James stop.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come visit you later tonight? Maybe we could practice making those babies?” She smiled innocently, trying to keep the laughter that was begging to be spilled as Sirius bellowed loudly behind her.
James tripped up the next step at Lily’s words, his face bright red.
“Fuck” she heard him mutter, “yeah, definitely, uh huh” he mumbled, giving her a sweet smile before running back up the stairs and too his dorm.
“Nice one, Lils” Sirius said, leaning over and holding up his hand for a high five.
Lily smiled before slapping her palm against Sirius, watching Sirius smirk and wink in return.
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Homemade Rings
A/N: I am on a roll with these fics. Heres another Draco fic for all you Draco lovers, my next fic will for sure be a Sirius x reader. I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Give me feedback on it, I want to know ways on how to improve. Anyways, send in some requests. I wanna hear your ideas!
Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Potter! Reader
Summary: Draco’s parents find out about his relationship with Harry’s twin sister and they do not like it.
Warnings: Lucius being an abusive prick. Jily is alive (obviously) and some Wolfstar, if you squint.
Word Count: 3k
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(Not my gif, credit to whoever made it)
Waking up, the smell of bacon hits your nostrils. You sit up on your bed and stretch out your arms, letting out a loud yawn. Looking around your room, your school books were sprawled out on your desk from last night. To prepare for the upcoming OWL’s. your teachers assigned work for the summer and expected all fifth years to have it complete by September. It was utterly rubbish but you wanted top scores, so you dealt with it.
Leaving your warm bed, you made your way downstairs and entered the kitchen, “Good morning dad, good morning mum.” You said, giving each parent a kiss on the cheek. You sat down at your regular chair, next to your dad.
“Y/n, be a dear and call your brother downstairs.” Your mum said while placing pancakes onto your fathers plate.
“Harry, get your ass downstairs! Mum made breakfast which dad and I are gonna eat all if you don’t come eat now!” You yelled, making Lily jump and your dad earning a glare from her for laughing.
“Not like that Y/n and watch your language. Merlin knows where you get those words from.” You laughed mumbling a ‘uncle Sirius’ and began nibbling on a piece of bacon. Harry made his way downstairs and sat down next to you.
“Did you really have to yell? Your annoying voice probably made the whole house shake.” Your twin rubbed his eyes, as he was still half asleep.
“Awe did I disturb the dream you had about Ginny?” You teased taking a bite from your piece of toast, a light blush formed on his face.
“How was your dream about Dr— Ow!” You kicked him in the leg before he could finish his sentence, sending him a death glare as well. Your parents didn’t know about your relationship with Draco, the both of you made an agreement to wait to tell each others families. The only reason Harry knew was because he caught you and Draco making out in the quidditch locker rooms, which he deeply wishes he could erase the memory of his enemy having his sister against the wall.
“Dreaming about who now?” James asked, looking at you suspiciously.
You put on your most innocent smile and turned your gaze to him, “No one daddy, Harry is just being an idiot. Isn’t that right Harry?” You asked, turning back to your twin brother.
Harry nodded his head in agreement while rubbing the area where you kicked him. James stared at you for a few more seconds, then began talking about any recent quidditch news. When he found out Harry joined Gryffindors quidditch team in first year and you joining in your second year, he was over the moon. He bragged about it to anyone who would listen and made sure to attend every game you two had. Which also meant that you and Harry had to have practice outside of school whenever you were both home. Thankfully this summer he took it down a notch on the training since he heard Oliver Wood put the Gryffindor team through rigorous training day and night. You could still feel your bones being sore even if its been months since then.
After breakfast, Lily made you and Harry clean up which only resulted in an argument involving who would wash the dishes. You ended up throwing water at Harry, who did the same the to you. Lily sent James to stop the two of you but that only made James join in on the water fight. It ended once Lily walked in and made the three of your clean it all up, without magic.
“I asked for two kids and I ended up with three!” She exclaimed after shoving a mop into your dads hand and left the room. The three of erupted into a laughing fit and began to clean up.
When Draco woke up that morning, he knew something was going to happen that day and his guts were giving him the indication that it wasn’t something good. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. Going to his nightstand, he picked up the ring you gifted him for his birthday on the train ride back home. The minute you gave him the ring, he loved it. It was one of the only items he owned that was handmade with love. You told him how you made it with your uncle Remus. He placed it on his right ring finger and walked down to eat his breakfast.
He saw his mother already sitting down with a book in her hands and a cup of tea to her left. He sat down and his breakfast was placed in front of him.
Narcissa looked down, noticing the ‘new’ ring on his finger, “Where did you the ring from?” She questioned.
Draco looked down and stared at it while his spoke, “Oh um a friend gifted it to me as a birthday present.” He avoided his mothers eyes, she always knew when he lied and he hoped she would drop it. It wasn’t a full lie either.
“Friend as in girlfriend?” A smile grew on her face, Draco looked at her now. “You don’t have to hide it from me Draco, tell me about her. Oh! Lucius dear, Draco was just about to tell me about his girlfriend.” Narcissa spoke, becoming more eager to hear about the girl who stole her sons heart. Lucius sat down across from his wife and motioned for Draco to start speaking.
Draco’s palms started to sweat and his face began to redden. “What’s her name?” Narcissa asked.
“Her n-name is Y/n.” He stuttered, he wiped his hands on his trousers. Last time he felt this nervous was when he asked you out.
“And her last name?” Lucius asked, growing interested. He heard the name before, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. Draco knew his parents weren’t going to drop the conversation until they were satisfied. He sighed, preparing for the outcome. He looked over to his mother, who was smiling and waiting for him to respond.
Draco looked back down to his ring, “Her last name is Potter.”
Narcissa’s smile quickly turned to a frown and Lucius dropped the fork onto his plate.
“Don’t play jokes, Draco. They aren’t pleasant,” Draco shook his head at his fathers words, “well then I guess you’ll just have to end it then. We cannot be associated with blood traitors, especially the Potters. They are awful people.”
Draco began growing angry at his fathers words, gripping the fork in his hands tighter. Although he didn’t like Harry and was annoyed by his presence, Draco simply couldn’t categorize your family as awful. Suddenly a wave of confidence hit Draco and before thinking, he stood up to Lucius.
“You’re the awful one father, you’re simply judging Y/n’s family because you didn’t like her father back in school. I love her a lot and I refuse to break up with her.” Lucius stood up abruptly snd forced Draco to stand up. Holding him up by the collar of his shirt, Lucius slammed Draco against the wall. Narcissa let out a yell.
“You will not speak to me like that in my own house! You will break up with her Draco!” Draco flinched at his fathers shouts but he hasn’t about to back down.
“I’m not breaking up with her.” He looked directly into his fathers eyes and tried shoving him off.
Lucius threw Draco onto the hard floor, the side of his face began to pound in pain as it hit the floor. “Then you can leave and never come back.” Lucius walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the silent house.
Turning to face his mother, Narcissa simply turned around and left the room. Draco wiped away the blood that was running down his, now broken, nose. He quickly made his way up back to his bedroom and began packing. He’d much rather lose the two people who made his life miserable rather the girl who showed how to love others and himself. He left his bedroom, he debated saying goodbye to his mother but decided against it. He didn’t want to make the situation worse.
Arriving at Godrics Hollow, he ignored the people giving him weird looks. No doubt that they were all confused at the boy who appeared like he just got out of a rough fight and was walking around in none summer clothing.
He stood in front of your house feeling stupid. He shouldn’t have showed up here and instead went somewhere else. He’s never meet your family, only your brother of course. What if they didn’t want him there? What if you didn’t want him there?
His felt as if he lost control of his body because now he found himself knocking on the front door, 'too late now’, he thought. He could hear loud laughs coming from the other side of the door, his heart swelled when he heard yours. Draco also began to grow sadder, those laughs were coming from everyone inside the house, something he never got to experience in his. Knocking once more, he started to hear footsteps approaching the door.
You and your family were seated in the living room, eating cookies that your mum and you made together the night before. Your brother and dad were no help of course, along with your uncle Sirius. You were quite surprised he hasn’t showed up yet, Sirius was there almost everyday and Remus could only stop him so many times.
Laughing at some stupid dad joke James made, knocking was heard in the living room. James got up to answer it. He immediately recognized him as Malfoy’s son, the platinum blonde hair was also an obvious factor.
“Draco, what brings you here?” James grew more concerned when he saw Draco’s bruised face and blood coated nose, “here come in, come in.” He helped Draco into the foyer and called out to Lily. He couldn’t help but let his mind go back to when Sirius was in a similar position when they were 16.
You and Harry looked at each other confused, were your ears playing jokes on you or was Draco actually at your door? Your eyes widened and were filled with concern when your parents brought Draco to the couch. Almost as a reflex, you made you way to him and cupped his face with your hands. Draco winced at your touch, tears began to cloud your eyesight. You never seen him like this before, the only time you saw get hurt was back in third year with the hippogriff incident.
“Harry, go get the first aid kit and my wand,” you looked over to your brother as your mother spoke, he was frozen. His face filled with shock, he knew Lucius could be mean but he never thought he would hurt his own son. “Harry now please.” Back to reality, he nodded and went to grab the items Lily asked for.
Words couldn’t form in your mouth, you wanted to ask him how this happened and why it happened. In the back of your mind, you felt as if you already knew the answers to your questions. Draco wiped away the tears the spilled from your eyes with his thumb, you smiled sweetly at him. Your brother came back and handed the things to Lily, Harry moved you to give your parents space to heal Draco.
Once they finished, they left the room to give you two space, your closeness to him already confirmed that you two were together. They noticed the ring you made on his finger, as well. Silence surrounded the room as you laid next to him. Neither of you wanting to ruin the quietness.
“It was father,” Draco spoke softly, you looked up and stared at him, “mother saw the ring and started asking questions. I told them about you and father got angry. Mother didn’t do anything, she didn’t even try to stop him when he kicked me out.” His voice breaking as he spoke, tears that he held in, were now streaming down his face.
You held him tightly and let him cry it out, it was rare to see Draco like this and you knew he needed all the support he could get right now. You helped him enter your bedroom and laid him down on your bed. Harry let him borrow some of his clothes, as much as he didn’t like Draco, Harry knew this wasn’t about him and he knew he had to be friend not an enemy to Draco right now.
You let Draco fall asleep, whispering reassuring words to him. Once you were sure he was sleeping, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner. Lily noticed you walk in and motioned you to help cut the vegetables.
“How long have you guys been together for?” Your mothers soft voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Nearly a year and before you get upset with me, we both wanted to wait till we told our families. We were just worried that something like this would happen.” Lily simply nodded and gave you a smile.
“Well you two look well for each other and I couldn’t be more grateful.” The two of continued to cook in silence.
Draco woke up from your bed and he saw a note on your nightstand, ‘Don’t worry love, I’m in the kitchen helping mum with dinner. Feel free to come down and sit in the living room, love you.’ He smiled and looked in the mirror, he face looked a lot better but it was still bruised.
He left your room and looked around in the hallway, Harry’s room was across from yours. The door was slightly open, he noticed a few posters on his wall. Mostly of quidditch. His parents never allowed him to put posters on his walls, they thought it was ugly and didn’t match the aesthetic the Manor held.
He walked down the stairs and entered the living room, he noticed your dad sitting in one of the chairs, reading a books. Making his way towards the same couch he was once on, he sat down and James looked up from his book, giving him a warm smile.
“Lily and Y/n are finishing up dinner, I’m assuming you must be starving.” Draco gave him a nod.
“I want to thank you, Mr. Potter for allowing me in your home. I know I just showed up without warning, which I apologize for but it was the only place that came to mind.” Draco played with the rings on his fingers.
“Please don’t apologize, this isn’t the first time something similar like this has happened and we can only accept you with open arms, and please call me James. Being called ‘Mr. Potter’ makes me feel old.” James set his book down on the coffee table, “I’m not going to lie Draco, when Harry and Y/n came home for the holidays in their first year and told us about how you would bully them, or more bullied Harry and his friends, I wanted nothing more than to set you straight. But I look at you now and I see a boy who grew up with the wrong beliefs. I can tell now, that you merely were engraved with the wrong words. I remember when Harry told me you and Y/n became friends in third year and although I didn’t enjoy it at first, I knew my little girl would help you become better and see things in a different light.” Draco’s eyes glistened.
“The ring your wearing,” James pointed out the ring Draco was wearing on his finger, “she said she made it for someone special and someone she loved. The second I saw it on you, I knew just how much you mean to her, the way she described every detail on it to Lily and seeing how happy it made her, made me incredibly happy and wonder who was the lucky boy or girl making my daughter gleam with happiness. You are family now, Draco. We will always be there for each other and you are welcomed to stay here for as long as you need to. The Potters will always welcome you with open arms and warm food, clothes, and whatever you need. Don’t feel like a stranger here.”
You stood by the door, as you saw your dad and boyfriend hug it out. You cleared your throat while smiling widely, “Dinner is ready, mum said to call Harry down dad.”
“Harry, dinner is ready! Hurry up or you’re going to miss out!” Your dad shouted, already making his way to the dinner table.
“Oh for merlin’s sake James, not again.” Lily scolded.
You held out your hand towards Draco, “Come love, dinner is extremely delicious tonight.” Draco smiled and took your hand.
Harry entered the room, “Dad please stop yelling, you and Y/n really need to stop doing that already.” Giving a smile to Draco, he sat down across from you.
“Never dear brother, what were you doing anyways? Trying to come up with a plan to sneak into the girls dorms and make out with Ginny?” You teased, Harry threw a piece of bread at you.
“Oh good luck on that Harry, Sirius and I could never figure it out. Let me know how it goes.” Lily hit James’ head,
“Don’t encourage him dad, the last thing mum needs is a later from him explaining how he got Ginny pregnant.” Now it was Harry’s turn to kick you, “Ow!”
“Speaking of which, Draco you will be sleeping with Harry in the meantime while we prep a room for you, I am way too young and handsome to become a grandfather.”
“Of course sir, Harry you won’t mind if I put up some Slytherin posters right?” Draco gave a cheeky smile to Harry, which resulted in Harry’s having a playful scowl on his face.
“Wait dad, I thought you were fifty?” You said.
“Hey! I’m far from fifty!”
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Hello lovely 🧡
So so happy for your 500, you deserve all the good things.
Do you have anything from Chef's Kiss please? I remember reading it and wanting to devour everything you had (I thought there was maybe a sequel but I forget) and was so excited to see when you updated with From Fire to Fire a little later.
hi friend!!! I already cried about it last night but i have never ending gratitude for you and--YOU MADE ME MY OWN TAG ON YOUR BLOG??? WHO DOES THAT I CANNOT??? COMPREHEND???--your support.
Ah yes, my first born! Lol, for everything i write, there could easily be a sequel filled of one shots that take place in those worlds (i.e. for Chef's Kiss i had...one shots of sirius giving piano lessons to draco, study dates for r/s, a lot of jily...) but most of them never see the light of day and the world ends when the fic ends.
BUT--cut from chef's kiss, there was surprisingly not a lot cut? i was so nervous pushing this one out into the world that i didn't spend drifting off into lalaland. here's a deleted Jily though? (i actually have no deleted wolfstar from this, i'm sorry)
As Lily Evans got ready for her date, she was second guessing saying yes in the first place. Not in the usual way. Not in the way she usually regretted it, when she got ready to meet up with strangers from apps in bars or restaurants, that made her feel like she shouldn’t even bother and stay home. No, this was a different type of regret. This date with James Potter had her spinning already because it might actually go well. Lily knew she had the tiniest crush on him, she had since they first met all those months ago. But he was so unbelievably forward Lily thought he had been joking. That, and he was an ex-rugby player and she was placing judgements before he even opened his mouth. But James turned out to be nothing like she expected. He was good and unfailingly optimistic. He was smart, but not in the way that he made everyone else feel stupid it about it. Not in the way most men who studied business were. James had impeccable manners, and caught spiders in jars and took them outside rather than smashing them. He also had the terrible habit of making Lily feel like she was the only person in the room when they spoke. He listened so intently; he responded to texts quickly; and after he had asked her out and she accepted, he was quick to see if they could talk on the phone while they waited for their schedules to open up. Lily remembered that first phone call so clearly. She was in her room, having just gotten out of the shower when her phone started ringing.
“Hello?”
“Hi Lily.” said James, and she sat down on her bed, combing out her wet hair, “It’s James.”
“I know who’s calling me...I did save your number.”
“Is..is that a thing?” he asked, “Do some people not save numbers?”
“Usually if it's a bloke I meet on an app, they have to pass five dates before the number gets saved.”
“But we haven’t even had one.”
“I make exceptions, I suppose.” she told him, which sent the conversation down a path that had butterflies exploding in her stomach.
So here on this first date, that was weeks in the making, Lily had changed her outfit three times and had been staring at her hair for at least an hour, with no clearer vision as to how to style it. She walked out of the bathroom and to the living room where her roommate was on the couch, his hands over his ears as he read through a textbook. He looked up when she entered his peripherals.
"What do we think?" She asked
Remus looked at her and nodded, "You look nice."
"Adjectives, please, Lupin."
"Nice is one! Dress is...very green." He said
"I don’t know how to do my hair."
"I don’t know why you thought I would be helpful with that."
Lily sighed roughly, "Why couldn’t you be the good kind of gay?"
"Sorry. I’m sure Marlene has an opinion "
"She’s not answering! And neither did Dorcas. And neither did Alice or Sirius. You were a last resort. And clearly I need more friends."
"This makes much more sense." He said, "Okay, I’m going to try my best for you," he straightened on the couch, turning to look at her fully, "I think you should put some of it up." He said, "Because...dress is nice and your hair covers it."
"Curly...?"
"No, you’ll just complain about it falling later."
"Excellent point." She said, "Was that so hard?"
"It was actually. I feel like I deserve compensation."
"Let's not exaggerate." She said before disappearing into the bathroom once more to fix her hair. She tied half of it up into a small knot, taking a flat iron to the ends to curve them inwards, her long auburn hair falling below her chest. She took a breath as she put in her gold earrings she always wore. She did look nice. Lily also thought she looked beautiful in green dress that fell just above her knee, made out of silky material. She knew it showed just the right amount of cleavage, and highlighted her waist. She had even put on a pair of heels, hoping the date was very stationary and didn’t involve dancing. She was also hoping (secretly) the date involved kissing and wanted to help with the height difference.
She touched up her mascara once more before grabbing her bag and walking out into the living room. Remus was texting this time, smiling a little as he looked at his phone.
"Dirty text? What’d he say, something about freshly pressed linens?" He was Remus’ boyfriend, who was conveniently best friends with James Potter. They lived together, even. He was also someone Remus had just finished patching things up with after a month that nearly ended in a break-up. Since then, Remus had been making more of an effort to reach out to Sirius. Lily saw Remus putting boundaries around studying where there weren’t any before and making time to watch Grey’s Anatomy in a timely manner with her and Sirius.
Remus laughed, "Organized sock drawer."
"Filthy." She said
"Have fun."
"Do we have a plan if it goes south?" she asked him. Every date Lily went on, Remus and/or Marlene were on standby to rescue her. She had used it a few times, sending SOS while she was in the bathroom, and before meeting James had been on a date where Marlene called her with a fake emergency and gave her an out.
"You can fake a burst pipe emergency."
"But he might want to come help."
"What makes you think James knows anything about plumbing?"
"Oh, absolutely nothing, but he would definitely come to support, he probably knows a plumber. Hell, Sirius is probably--"
"Shit you're right." Remus said, "Sirius fixed our showerheads."
"Is that why water pressure has been so much better?" And Remus nodded, "What was he doing in my shower?”
“He...happened to notice that mine was not...great.”
“What was he doing in your shower?” she asked innocently, knowing exactly why Sirius was in the shower instead of opting to go to his own much nicer home.
“Cleaning it, obviously,” Remus responded.
“With you there? I didn’t know scrubbing grout was a team activity.” she said and Remus noticeably flushed.
“ Anyway. ” he tried and cleared his throat.
“But also, logistically, how does that work because your shower isn’t exactly big. I’m surprised he fits into it but with--”
“I am not talking about this with you.” he said, “Point is, he saw my water pressure was off and then went into yours to investigate as well. Don’t worry, I did not accompany him.”
“Good to know.”
“How about...if it starts going badly, I can call and pretend to be your boss and say you need to cover a shift."
"Brilliant." She said, grabbing her keys off the hook by the door.
"Have fun.”
“Oh...we’ll see won’t we?” she asked and left her flat.
--
James had told her to meet him at his flat. She had been there countless times before and she assumed it was so he could drive to wherever they were going. Not that she was complaining--James drove a very nice car, and she was sure she was going to a very nice restaurant. One of the perks of dating someone who was financially stable in their twenties. She knocked at the door of Number 12 and waited. It took a little but eventually it opened, James on the other side with his messy hair and big smile. James was the type of handsome that Lily would’ve never had the courage to talk to if she met him in any other circumstance. The kind of handsome that usually never noticed her. He was tall and very fit--from years of playing sports in school and continuing an elaborate work-out routine into adulthood. He had smooth, deep golden skin, and hazel eyes that on a few occasions, she had got lost counting colors in them. He had a strong jaw and a straight nose, glasses suiting his face perfectly. She noticed he had dressed up slightly for the date, wearing burgundy trousers and a black dress shirt, dress shoes on his feet.
“Lily, hi,” he said, opening the door for her and she stepped in, “You look so incredibly beautiful.”
“Oh...thank you.” she said looking down and smoothing out her dress, “Should I take off my shoes or are we leaving soon?”
“We’re not leaving, but you don’t need to take your shoes off.”
“...is this not a date? Did I misinterpret something?”
He smiled widely at her and extended his hand, “Come with me.”
Lily put her hand on his reluctantly, letting James lead the way through their flat to the outside balcony, opening the door for her. The balcony, while usually clean and tidy, had been transformed into something different. There were fairy lights strung around the railing and along the walls, illuminating the table that had been covered in a white table cloth. There was a candle burning in the center, the table already set with wine and silverware. There was a record player nearby playing faint music, and Lily looked back at James shocked.
“Did you...do all this?” she asked
“I did,” he confirmed, his hand still connected to hers as he led her to the table. He pulled out her chair for her and she sat down, putting her bag on the back. He took a seat across from her, his smile looking even more charming in the candlelight.
“When you said to meet at your flat, I thought that meant you’d be driving us elsewhere.”
“We can go out if you’d rather, but...I think restaurants are distracting and I wanted to be able to hear you talk.”
Lily bit back a smile, “This is great, James. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Lily looked down at her plate to see a menu. It was clearly a homemade endeavor, white cardstock backed with blue construction paper. The meal was written in neat cursive writing. “Did you make these?”
“I had some help from the kids at work, I’m not very good at cutting straight lines. I know it doesn’t give you options like a real place but I chose things I remembered you saying you liked…”
Lily examined the menu. It was all of her favorite foods. From the main salmon course to the dessert option to the explanation of the wine in her glass. James had been paying attention way more than she gave him credit for, “This…”
“Too much?” he asked, “I made reservations just in case.”
“It’s lovely.” she told him, “And I can take my shoes off here so it’s even better. Did you order in?”
James laughed, “Sirius is...actually cooking. But I promise he won’t be around the whole time.”
“You hired your best friend to serve us?”
“Hired is...the wrong choice of words...uh, coerced might be better? Or even begged until he said yes? This is also his handwriting.” James said, “In exchange I’m doing laundry for the next month.”
“Worth it?”
“Definitely.” James gave her another smile, grabbing his glass. His contents were slightly darker than her own and fizzy. She lifted her glass off the table. “Cheers, to our first date.”
“And good trouble.” she added, taking a sip of the white wine. “Oh that's...really good.”
“Sirius picked it out, but that's probably a given.”
"Did you actually plan any of this?" She teased, "Sirius is cooking, picked the wine, that's his record player..."
"I picked the girl."
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