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ginnympotter · 9 months

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Very fluffy moment: an AU where Jily lives- ofc-and Hinny tells them about the new baby (can be any of the pregnancies)

LOVE SOME GOOD JILY LIVES FLUFF

"Why are you so nervous?" Ginny asked him, squeezing his hand as they waited by the front door. "You know they'll be happy for us, right?"

Harry shook his head. "That's the problem. They'll be too happy. Remember when we told them we were engaged?"

"Well, at least we're prepared for the dramatics," she assured him.

Just then, the door swung open, James smiling brightly at his son and daughter-in-law. "There's the most beautiful couple in the world," he proclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.

"Never prepared enough," Harry whispered to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. She giggled.

"What was that?" James asked as they broke apart.

"Nothing," Harry waved off. "Hi, Dad."

They stepped inside the Godric's Hollow cottage to see the table fully set, Lily taking out one last thing from the oven.

"Mum," Harry sighed, walking over to her. "I told you I'd help with dinner tonight."

"Don't worry about it, love," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I wanted to give you a break, I know you've been working hard."

"But I like cooking with you," he told her earnestly.

"That's sweet, Harry," Ginny interjected, patting his arm. "But let your mum mother you for the night, yeah?"

"Listen to your wife, kid," James said as he put on oven mitts and picked up a tray to bring to the table. "How are you doing, Gin?"

"Great," she said, smiling. Then, "Pregnant."

The tray slipped from James's hands and shattered to the floor. All three of them were staring at her, Harry somewhat exasperated. Being the only one not in shock, she took out her wand and cleared up the mess, the tray all put together back on the table.

Harry shook out of his stupor. "I thought we were going to tell them after dinner," he murmured.

"Sorry," she responded, though he wasn't sure she meant it. She continued to smile. "You know me. Impulsive. Felt like the right moment."

They looked back at James and Lily, both still looking stunned.

"Surprise?" Harry tried.

"I know you're both pretty young to be grandparents," Ginny said. "But if it's any consolation, you're going to be like, the coolest grandparents anybody has ever had."

The word "grandparents" seemed to do it. James started to laugh and Lily burst into tears.

"Bloody hell," James exclaimed, wrapping Ginny up in a bear hug. "You're having a baby!"

"Mum, it's okay," Harry tried, rushing over to Lily.

Lily grabbed his face and smiled brightly. "You're going to be the most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant father-"

James broke away from Ginny and looked towards his wife. "Hey, hey, hey, what am I, then?"

"The most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant grandfather?" Harry tried.

"Oh god, what do I go by? Grandpa? Grandad? Papa?"

"Absolutely not Papa," Lily intervened, wiping her tears.

"Sorry, right, that's reserved for-"

"Stop!" Harry warned, and all three of them laughed. "Why don't we sit down and eat, yeah?"

They all listened, but as soon as they started piling food on their plates, James started again. "Need name ideas? 'Cause I've got one-"

"Let me guess," said Lily. "Is it James?"

Ginny giggled.

"What?" James asked, feigning innocence. "It's a classic name!"

"We'll see," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

#jily lives #jily lives au #hp #fanfic #one shot #drabble #hp fanfic #hinny #james potter #lily evans #ginny weasley #harry potter

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diana-bookfairchild · 11 months

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@hinnymicrofic June Day 5: Dirty

Harry always came back from his playdates with Ron Weasley extremely dirty.

Molly had tried to apologize to them about that once. Lily had laughed it off. “Boys will be boys,” she’d told her son’s best friend’s mother.

“We’re sorry about Harry getting Ron into all this trouble,” James had added. “I’m sure he’s the instigator.”

Thus had borne the friendship between the adults as well.

This last one, though, had had her eight-year-old son grumbling like never before. “It’s not going to be just Ron and me this time!” He complained. “His whole family will be there.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Lily had said, trying to wrangle him into decent clothes rather than the garish monstrosities he liked to wear at home. James’ influence, certainly.

“It’s not,” Harry whined. “Fred and George are cool, but Percy is the worst. He doesn’t like playing and is all smug about going to Hogwarts and is always lecturing Ron an’ me about getting so dirty!” He sniffed and crossed his arms. “And Ginny’s a girl!”

“What’s wrong with that?” She asked amused. “I’m a girl, I’ll have you know.”

Harry waved it off with childish imperious impatience. “You’re Mummy,” he said importantly, like those things were mutually exclusive. “’S different.”

“Oh, is it?” Lily began tickling her son mercilessly. “I’ll show you what girls can do!”

Harry began to giggle helplessly, attempting to fend her off. “Stop, Mum! Dad! Dad, help!”

It had grown into an all-out tickle and pillow war, with the boys ganging up on her before she trounced them handily.

“Don’t underestimate girls, son,” James had groaned at Harry, who nodded miserably in reply.

They’d sent him off with hugs and kisses through the Floo, and Molly came in their fireplace to announce his safe arrival.

“He loves Ron,” James assured her. “And he’ll get over the others being there. He’ll have fun.”

Lily smiled at him mischievously. “And whatever will we do while he’s there?”

They had plenty of fun themselves, and were waiting for Harry to come through three hours later.

He was practically glowing, despite being so incredibly dirty.

“She’s amazing!” He said, starstruck.

They exchanged a look with raised eyebrows. Their son looked to be in love. “Who is?”

“Ginny, of course!” Harry exclaimed, like they were ridiculous for not knowing when he hadn’t ever expressed anything like this. “She played awesome! She was on my team, and we beat everyone!” He beamed.

“Wow,” James said enthusiastically. “She sounds great.”

Harry nodded wildly. “And she flies really good, Dad. Better than you, even!”

Lily highly doubted a seven-year-old girl flew better than someone who could have gone professional, but amused at their son’s gushing, they humoured him. “Oh really?”

“I’ll have to fly against her, then.” James said, smiling.

“She’ll beat you,” Harry assured them. “She’s the best. I told Mrs. Weasley that she should always be there to play with us.”

“So she’s a better friend to you than Ron?” James asked.

Harry looked conflicted, before his face cleared. Lily couldn’t wait to hear his reply. He adored Ron from the bottom of his heart, but it looked like Ginny was his first crush. She couldn’t believe her baby was so grown up already.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Ron’s my best friend. Like Uncle Sirius is to you, dad!”

“And what is Ginny?” He asked.

“She’s what Mum is to you!” Harry said, obviously very pleased with himself. Lily and James both choked, in laughter and shock. “I’m gonna marry her someday!”

Lily recovered first. “Sure thing, big boy,” she ruffled his hair and he pouted up at her. “But now you need to go wash and get all that dirt off you.”

He nodded easily – he was an obedient child except for his wild streak – and made his way up the stairs to his room. Lily and James stared at each other.

“His first crush,” James said, sounding half-pained, half happy.

“Apparently, he’s going to marry her one day,” she said, experience the same mixture of emotions. “Let’s not tell him kid crushes don’t usually work out.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James grinned at her. “Mine did.”

“Oh, shove off!” Lily grumbled playfully, but she was smiling.

“I was eleven years old when I got my first crush, and I did end up marrying her.” James continued. “Who’s to say Harry won’t?”

“Who’s to say indeed,” Lily laughed, kissing her husband.

Harry and Ginny’s story would certainly prove to be interesting.

Lily couldn’t wait to see that and the rest of her son’s life unfold.

#hinny #hinny microfic #jily #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry james potter #james potter #lily evans potter #lily evans #jily lives #kid fic

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flowerpottlady · 2 months

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More Headcanon Time

Ophelia Rose Potter was born on September 15th, 1982 to James and Lily Potter. Named for James’ Grandmother and Lily’s Mother. Curly dark hair, and little a mouth scrunched tightly closed.

Baby Harry was incredibly excited, wanting to climb on top of his little sister only to be gently pulled away by James, explaining that “Mummy is very tired, and O is very small, we have to be soft and quiet. Can we do that Harry?”

Harry only nodded, watching in silent awe as his baby sister opened her eyes for the first time, nestled against Lily and wrapped in a soft pink blanket.

James thought he couldn’t have ever been happier than the day Harry was born. But this… His wife and son and daughter cuddled in bed together. That feeling was otherworldly.

#jily #jily lives #jily headcanon

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lunamalfoypotter · 5 months

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i like Jily more than Jegulus 🙂

#james potter #Harry Potter #Jily #jily lives

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diandrarumi · 2 years

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had james and lily lived they wouldve been grandparents at around 45 years old

like can you imagine the entire potter clan hanging out in muggle london and people would gush over the babies and they would look at james and lily and say "oh my god your children are just so adorable"

and out of instinct its harry and ginny who answer "thanks"

and james and lily would just look smug as the muggle lady became flustered

"harry you owe me 5 sickles, i toll you these muggle would still think i'm your kids' dad even with you around" james would say, asking his own son for the bet money he just won

#jily lives #james sirius potter #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #hinny headcanon #hinny #jily #jily headcanon #harry potter #hp headcanon

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everdeenxmellark · 11 months

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“it's never over,

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.

it's never over,

all my riches for her smiles,

when i've slept so soft against her.

it's never over,

all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.

it's never over,

she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.”

- lover, you should’ve come over

#jily #lover you should've come over #jeff buckley #james potter #james potter fancast #aaron taylor johnson #lily evans #lily potter #lily and james #sophie skelton #annalise basso #love #true love #soulmates #jily lives #jily supremacy

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thelighthousestale · 2 months

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Rage Against The Dying Of The Light

Chapter 6: Occlumency

My Dearest James,

As I sit down to write this letter, I am overwhelmed with emotions, knowing that I am about to share some of my thoughts on fatherhood. It is a commitment that shapes not just our lives but, most importantly, the future that lies ahead.

First and foremost, let me express the immense joy and pride I feel in being your father. From the moment you entered our lives, my world gained a new purpose and a depth of meaning that words can hardly capture. Every laugh, every tear, every shared moment has been a precious gift, and I am grateful for the privilege of being by your side.

As you know your mother and I tried for a long time, too long many said, to bring a child to our family. We had given up, we were at the age where these things were impossible. But you were our miracle. A gift when we least expected it. I know it has been at times a burden to have parents as advanced in our age as your mum and I are but we hope you know how deeply loved you were all the same. Your own impending fatherhood is just as unexpected, though at the opposite end of the age spectrum. But I have no doubt you are ready for this challenge.

And please be reassured that your parents will be with you every step of the way. You may be grown but you will soon learn that parenthood is a never ending position you will hold in your life.

As you grow, I want to impart to you the weight and beauty of the responsibility that comes with being a father. It's not merely about providing a roof over our heads or material comforts; it extends far beyond that. It is about being a guiding force, a source of unwavering support, and a wellspring of love.

Responsibility, my son, is the backbone of fatherhood. It's about making choices that reflect not just your own interests but the welfare and happiness of your child. It's about shouldering the challenges with resilience and facing the storms with courage that is fueled by love.

You will learn that being a father means being a teacher, a friend, a disciplinarian, and a constant source of encouragement. It's about nurturing dreams, instilling values, and imparting the lessons that will shape your children into compassionate, responsible individuals.

However, my dear, don't mistake responsibility for burden. Yes, there will be tough times, moments of doubt, and challenges that seem insurmountable. But remember, in the crucible of responsibility, you'll discover strengths you never knew you had. Your love will become a guiding light, and your commitment will forge bonds that withstand the tests of time.

Above all, my son, I encourage you to embrace the joy that fatherhood brings.

Cherish the small victories, celebrate the milestones, and savor the ordinary moments that make life extraordinary.

As you navigate this incredible journey of fatherhood, know that my love and support are unwavering. You have the strength within you to be the father your children need, just as I have found the strength in being yours.

Love,

Your most proud and adoring father

#harry potter fanfiction #james potter #lily potter #jily #remus lupin #sirius black #jily fanfiction #jily lives

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startanewdream · 7 months

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Can you just imagine how much smarter and sassier Harry would've been if Jily had lived? I mean, he's got two genius parents who actually care about his schoolwork and would've pushed him to excel. And he definitely would've picked up on Lily's sarcasm and sass even more. I can totally picture Jily trying to ground him for some sassy comment, but Harry, in his usual nonchalant way, would have them struggling to keep a straight face while being stern. Harry would still be the kindest and noblest soul, so punishing him would probably hurt Jily more than him. Oh, and he'd be a Potions prodigy for sure, because Snape wouldn't have been his professor and the kid would have enjoyed Potions because it reminded him of helping his mom when he was younger!

I love everything about this ask, even more that now I am imagining tiny 7-year-old handing Lily an ingredient and feeling so helpful.

#Jily Lives #this is so cute

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hufflepuffronstan · 1 year

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#11 of @hinnymicrofic - New

"I want to introduce you to someone."

Harry hoped he sounded normal and not like an overly excited kid who had just got a new pet.

James and Lily stared at him, blankly for a moment.

"Well?" James asked, his eyebrows raised, his eyes twinkling.

"It's Ginny."

Lily, not wanting to waste the opportunity to tease her son, shrugged feigning disinterest, "We have already met Ron's little sister, she's a nice kid."

James nodded along with her, "And a wonderful Chaser"

"Well -um -shesmygirlfriendwearedaring!" He let out in one breath.

"Didn't quite catch that, bud. Can you repeat that? Maybe, a little bit slower this time?" James chuckled, enjoying himself immensely.

Harry gritted his teeth, "I said I'm dating Ginny Weasley. She's my girlfriend and it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She makes me the happiest and I hope you can see that."

Lily and James started laughing while Harry stared at them, puzzled and a little hurt.

Seeing Harry standing there, shoulders drooped and a frown on his face, she walked to him and hugged him.

"Darling, I might be a little older than you but I am not blind. It was hard not to notice your face lighting up whenever you saw her. She's a really nice girl. I'm really happy for you."

Harry nodded to her shoulder, his eyes tearing up a little.

"Not to spoil the moment, but can I just say, I KNEW IT!?"

Harry looked at a thrilled James, grinning widely.

"Sorry Harry, I love you but being subtle is not one of your strengths. You have no idea how hard it was for me to be silent and not give you my expert advice on how to woo a girl, watching you make a fool of yourself." Lily rolled her eyes, patting Harry's back.

"Thanks, dad." Harry grumbled under his breath.

"If it hadn't been for your mom's unfair orders, I could have helped my only son win the affections of the girl of his dreams months ago. But that's over now, you've overcome great struggles to reach here. Now let me tell you that if you need any help in the future -best date ideas, what to gift your girlfriend for her birthday, for Valentine's day, best surprises, how to be a spontaneous-"

Lily came and stood besides James, her hand stroking his arms, "James, I think Harry got the idea."

"Yes, thanks, dad! I really appreciate it." Harry replied dryly.

James pulled Harry into his arms, crushing him, "Really, Harry. Any tips you need, don't hesitate, just ask, I'll be more than happy-"

"Well, dad, we've been dating for more than six months. I think I got it handled."

James looked at Harry, gobsmacked, "SIX MONTHS?! YOU HID IT FROM US FOR SIX MONTHS!? SIX SODDING MONTHS!?

#hinny #hinny microfic #jily #harry potter #ginny weasley #james potter #lily evans #harry x ginny #jily lives #ginny x harry

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moonymoonsthings · 11 months

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When Harry started wanting to speak Lily, James and Sirius bet which word he would say first.

Lily was sure it would be mommy, James dad and Sirius bet 100 galleons that it would be Pads.

What they didn't know that while they were arguing about it, Remus taught Harry to speak Moony.

Everyone was very shocked when Harry's first word was: mo-moony

Remus: give me my money bitches

#marauders #remus x sirius #wolfstar #marauders era #the marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #lily evans #remus being remus #remus fluff #harry potter #baby harry #lily x james #jily lives

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lolathestoryteller · 13 days

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inquiry at breakfast (April 10th prompt; Date) @jilymicrofics

„So, Harry…“ Lily inquires, breaking the silence that hangs between them as they, including James, sit around their kitchen table, currently enjoying a late breakfast. „How’s Ginny?“

Harry, being in the middle of lifting a spoonful of cereal to his lips, instantly freezes. „Huh?“ he looks up at her with wide eyes.

James watches them, humming amusedly. „You got home pretty late last night,“ he implies. „Must’ve been a good date?“

Harry‘s cheeks could not have gotten redder if he tried. „What? That’s not—“ he shakes his head hurriedly, undoubtedly flustered. „We weren’t on a date. It was just quidditch — Ron and the others were there as well.“

Lily, despite her best efforts, can’t hold in a chuckle. „We know, darling,“ she replies mercifully, not able to watch her son‘s hopeless stammering. „We‘re just teasing you.“

„I don’t know, Lil…look at him,“ James goes on, leaning closer to Harry to study his flushed cheeks. „He‘s completely smitten with her — aren’t you, Snitch?“ he asks, wiggling his brows at his son, who looks thoroughly embarrassed.

„Dad! She’s Ron‘s sister—“

James shrugs. „Wasn’t a no, now, was it?“ he smirks.

Harry groans, dropping his head into his hands. „I really don’t want to talk about it.“ he mumbles into his sleeves.

„Oh, come on now, Harry—“

Lily raises a warning brow at her husband, silently asking him to stop teasing their poor kid. He relents, although the grin doesn’t leave his lips as he leans back in his chair.

„It’s alright, Harry,“ she says kindly, running her hand down his back. „You don’t have to worry about such things yet…it’s alright if you don’t feel ready to figure out what you’re—“

„The only thing I’m trying to figure out right now is how to make this stop.“ Harry interrupts her pleadingly.

James can’t help but chuckle as he regards his son with sympathy, remembering all too well the feeling of having such an intense crush on somebody for the first time.

He looks up at Lily, meeting the beautiful eyes of his first real crush.

Lily, in turn, hides her own laugh behind a cough. „Alright, alright, we’ll stop.“ she replies, her eyes sparkling with clear amusement as they meet James‘s above Harry‘s head —

He was right, it seems.

Their son is hopelessly, and very obviously falling for Ginny Weasley.

#harry potter #jily lives #jily microfic #james potter #lily potter #hinny #ginny weasley #jily being so happy about harry‘s crush

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ginnympotter · 1 year

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27 for the prompts?

27. I thought we were family. went with another ridiculous Jily lives idea for this one lmao hope you like it :)

"I thought we were family," said Harry, slightly outraged. "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie, mate," Sirius tried, putting a consoling hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off. "I'm still your godfather-"

"I've been calling you Uncle Sirius this whole time- and you're not even my uncle!"

"Harry, love," Lily chimed in, sitting down beside him. "Family isn't always about blood and technicality."

"Sirius has been like my brother since we started school together," James explained. "And he came to live with me before our last year at Hogwarts, so my parents basically adopted him. His mum, dad, and brother aren't very nice."

Harry looked up at Sirius, guilt etched on his face. "They're not?"

"About as nice as your Aunt and Uncle Dursely."

Harry grimaced at that dramatically. Sirius and James chuckled while Lily sighed. "Hasn't Sirius been a much better uncle to you than Uncle Vernon?"

Harry nodded.

"Gets you much better Christmas gifts, right?" James asked with a grin.

"Loads better," admitted Harry. "And birthday ones."

"And I take you on broom rides, and to Zonko's, and to-" Sirius caught Lily's eye, then cut himself off. "Well, a lot of fun places."

"And he always makes you feel better when you're sad," James reminded him. "When you were a baby, sometimes he was the only one who could get you to stop crying!"

"Really?" asked Harry.

"Well, maybe not in his human form, but when he'd transform into Padfoot, you'd be so pleased."

"Point being," Lily said. "Even though Dad and Sirius might not be blood-related, they're still family. We all are. We love each other like a family should, and that's what matters."

Harry pondered this, looking between all the adults. His eyes landed back on Sirius. "I'm sorry your mum and dad aren't nice."

"That's okay," he told him, offering a smile. "Good thing my godson is."

Harry smiled back.

"Are we still best mates?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Harry thought about it for a moment. "Hmm... Sure. Can you transform into Padfoot and give me a ride around the backyard?"

"That can be arranged."

"After dinner," Lily said sternly.

"Yes, Mum," they said in unison.

#jily lives #fanfic #drabble #hp

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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I love you and I'm not pretending

Summary: Because of Remus's condition, every full moon he's most likely to come back with wounds and scratches he has no recollection in getting. But the reader is always there to take care of him. Every. Single. Time.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Song: I want you by Stephen Sanchez

Warning: wounds, blood, Remus being adorable, Voldy lost the first wizarding war so no one died:)))

Word count: 2k+ words

A/n: the irony is that I'm writing this while I'm sick too but regardless of that, I'm writing cause it's my fav thing to do when I'm sick. This was requested by this ask, Hope you like it<333

Your weekend was spent in your shared home with your boyfriend, Remus, cleaning up his wounds from the previous night at 5 am in the morning.

Most people spend their weekends cuddled up in their beds, sleeping in till noon. Because they had every reason to get all the sleep they could get over the weekend. But that wasn't the case for you.

Though he still disliked having you try to care from him, even after so many years of you doing it. You still do it, even with the occasional protests and refusals from Remus, which you always ignore.

During your years at Hogwarts, he kept a great distance from other people.

When he befriended James, Peter and Sirius, it really blindsided him. He never really planned on making any friends at Hogwarts.

He planned to stay under the radar and just go unnoticed the whole time he was there. But that plan obviously flew out of the window. Seeing as he befriended two of the most audacious students in all of Hogwarts.

Another thing that he never expected was that he was going to find the love of his life right in the halls of that very school.

He used to think that love wasn't in the stars for him. But after countless nights and days spent just being in your presence, he started thinking that maybe. Just maybe, there was someone out there for him, and that someone was you.

Obviously, he never wanted you to find out that he was a werewolf. He was worried you'd think he was a monster. Something he already thought of himself.

But one night, on one of your early morning strolls through the castle. You found out about his condition when you spotted James, Sirius and Peter trying to carry an unconscious and heavily injured Remus into the Hospital wing.

Later that day, when he woke up to you passed out with the rest of his friends by his hospital bed, he panicked.

But you assured him with all your heart that you didn't see him any differently. You didn't see him as a monster, you didn't see him as a freak, you didn't see him as any of that.

You just saw him as Remus. You saw him as the boy who helped you with your school work when you didn't understand them. You saw him as the boy who made sure to save a slice of pie for you every dinner because he knew it was your favourite. If anything, you saw him as an angel.

Ever since that night, you made it your mission to be there for him after every full moon. You'd help Madame Pomfrey with cleaning and patching up his wounds, and learned how to brew wolfsbane potions to help him out.

Remus wasn't exactly open to the idea, but he was no match for your stubbornness.

Eventually your friendship grew into a romance. One thing not many know was that you made the first move. But you weren't the only stubborn one in the relationship.

Eventually after tons, and tons of convincing, you finally got him to go on a date with you.

In Sirius words, "Merlin, Y/n, you're giving Prongs a run for his money."

You two would have dated sooner if Remus wasn't so adamant at the belief that you shouldn't be dating a "monster" like him.

Fast forward to four years after the two of you graduated from Hogwarts. After winning the war against Voldemort and saving the Wizarding world from his wrath.

You and your friends were finally living the closest thing to a mundane life you could have as a bunch of witches and wizards.

In your quaint two story home, Sirius and Peter were passed out in the living room downstairs. James was with Lily and Harry in the guest bedroom across the hall. While you and Remus were doing your usual post-full moon routine.

You were squatting on your bedroom floor, holding a warm, wet towel against one of Remus's fresh wounds on his bare chest. You were trying your hardest to be gentle with him because it seemed that the large gash on his chest was quite deep.

Remus's face contorted with pain as he leaned his head back against the cushion of the armchair. "Fuckfuckfuck," he groaned under his breath as he pulled his eyes shut.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry love, just a few minutes more and we'll get this patched up. I promise." You cooed, holding his hand as you brushed your thumb against his knuckles.

You could feel a tight squeezes every time the towel would meet his skin. The metallic smell of the blood filled your senses, but you were used to it at that point. The blood was painting the fabric as you went but all you could focus on was Remus.

You were so gentle on him, it was as if you were scared he'd shatter like brittle glass. Your strokes were soft and swift against his skin. After having so much experience in the practice, you knew the routine like the back of your hand.

Just like you promised, you were done cleaning him up and was already starting to patch him up. The gift of magic made things so much easier for you two. You wouldn't know what you would have done without it.

As you whispered the healing incantations, you could feel Remus look over at you with a strong stare. You were used to his silent staring. It was something he'd actually do quite often but he'd never admit that himself.

But something about that moment felt different to you. From the look on his face, he looked lost in thought and mostly confused. You didn't know what was going on in his head, and you were curious.

"What's wrong, love?" You asked, taking hold of his other hand into yours as you finished the last incantation.

"Nothing, darling- Nothing's wrong. Why'd you ask?" He nervously replied with a tired grin.

"Remus, you know you're a terrible liar." You muttered as you sent him a disapproving look.

Remus let out a stained sigh as he leaned back on the armchair cushion, "I honestly don't know how you put up with all of this."

Those words rang in your ear with a disheartening tone, what does he mean by that?

"Put up with all of what?" You urged on as you tried to find his gaze which was trying so hard to avoid yours.

Finally, as he took in a deep breath, he looked at you with a sad look, "With me, with me being a werewolf, with- With everything about me! Merlin, you're too good to be with-"

"Someone like you?" You blurted out before Remus could go any further.

You've had this conversation with him before. It was before you two even started dating. It was about a few days before one of the full moons and Remus was more emotional during those days and he just blew up one night.

You told him everything he needed to hear, and you were going to tell him again. You'd tell him a thousand times if it meant he'd get message through his thick skull.

"My love, nothing in this would could ever make me stray away from you. You are far from a monster. Your werewolf side is a part of you and when I fell in love with you, I fell in love with every part of you." You went in to hold his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs against his warm cheeks as you saw his eyes start to well up.

You let out a sigh as you continued to hold Remus like he was the only thing in the world.

"You think I got into this relationship without accepting the whole you? I knew what I was getting into, you knew it too. And with every fibre in my being, I'm not leaving you anytime soon. You're stuck with me, Lupin."

Remus chuckled lightly at the sentiment, though it felt a tad bit strained due to the sharp ache from his chest.

"Remus, I love you and I'm not pretending. If I was, then someone give me an oscar cause I must be one hell of an actress."

The two of you chuckled as you started to lean into him. Your lips were dangerously close to his, just barely brushing against the surface. You could feel his breath against your lips. He seemed almost hesitant, almost like it was your first ever kiss.

"I love you too." He whispered before your lips crashed into his.

Though magic existed, Remus claimed a kiss from you was the most magical thing he has ever experienced. He never admitted that to anyone...sober. The minute you get alcohol into his system, all he can talk about is his galactic love for his girlfriend.

The kiss was soft and sincere yet invigorating at the same time. The feeling of his lips against yours felt so familiar, like flipping through pages of a book you've read a thousand times. Something you could do for millions of times and not get sick of doing. You wish you could just bottle how you felt every second you were with him.

You could taste the subtle hint of tobacco in his kiss, something you've grown to like. There was the welcoming taste of chocolate and coffee. The cocktail of flavours made you melt into the kiss.

You could feel Remus trail his hand up your back as he pulled you in, as if the small distance between you was still too much.

You chuckled lightly as you pulled away, pushing Remus back with a grin. As much as you wanted to spend the night kissing your wonderful boyfriend, you knew he needed to rest.

"You've got to rest, love. You've had a long night." You reminded him with a slightly concerned look.

Remus pouted in reply. He did feel the exhaustion start to catch up to him, but he'd rather stay up, kissing you, than go to sleep.

"Don't look at me like that, it won't work." You stated as you stood up from your spot.

"Aw come on! One more kiss, and I'll go to bed. I promise!" Remus pleaded as he looked up at you with a pout.

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, you found the gesture absolutely adorable. You knelt back to his level and sent him a teasing grin before meeting his lips.

Remus savoured in the kiss like it was the last one he'd ever have. That's obviously over exaggerating the situation, but his kiss felt just like that. A savouring kiss that lasted way longer than it should have.

You pulled back with a laugh, placing a quick peck on his nose before rising up to your feet. "One kiss, that was the deal, remember?"

Remus shook his head with a laugh as he slowly sat up as he prepared to stand up.

You bent down to help him up, going as gentle as you could. You knew he was still very weak and in pain from his injuries. It was a few steps from the armchair to the bed.

"Why just one kiss? Can't it be two? You know, since your kisses always help me out whenever I'm hurt." He pouted as he plopped down on the mattress.

You let out a chuckle as you leant down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, whispering "You're such a baby." Before your lips met his skin once again.

"Yeah but I'm your baby." He pointed out with a goofy grin.

You felt your heart burst at his words. You could feel your lips curve into a large smile as your cheeks heat up. "Oh Merlin, you'll be the death of me." You admitted as you climbed into the spot next to him.

"Too bad, I'm stuck with you, remember?" He laughed as he cuddled closer to you.

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Lily coming out as trans to James

“If you could have any name, what would it be?”

“Oh. I guess I’d stick with James.”

“Really?” She made a face.

“Hey! I take offence to that,” James said, knowing his smile betrayed him.

“No but, seriously though, like, you don’t have any nickname you wish had stuck around, or- like you’ve never thought about it?”

James, seeing how this seemed to genuinely matter to his friend, thought about it. “I guess not. I mean, my uncle used to call me Jamie?“

“That’s cute.“

“Cute?” James teased, raising his eyebrows. Flirting as a joke was still okay, right? Just sort of bros being sort of bros. The eyeroll and hint of a blush high on her cheekbones answered for him. As long as he didn’t make things weird. He relented.

“But I’m fine with James. Why do you ask?”

“Oh.” The playfulness suddenly dropped from his friend’s countenance, she seemed to be second guessing himself. “No reason.”

“Well obviously there is, you’re doing that thing.”

“What thing?”

“The-” James mimicked her ducking her head. “You do it when you’re hiding something.”

She met his gaze, covertly biting her bottom lip, uncertain.

Softly, painfully gently in true James Potter fashion, he tried again. “What did you really want to talk about? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to now, but you can tell me anything.”

She still seemed hesitant. “Like, even if you asked me about names because you’ve freshly murdered someone and we’re going on the run. I could be John, and you could be... August. Or Cedar, that’s nicer. Or whatever name you’d want! It’d have to be a common one though, we wouldn’t want to alert-”

“Lily.”

“No-- James, who’s-,” James choked out in confusion.

Then:

"Oh. Oh."

“Yeah. Oh.” He’d never seen his friend look less self-assured, downright nervous.

“You- you want to be called Lily? Like, without the murder?”

Lily fiddled with the edge of her shirt but looked James straight in the eye. “Yes.“

“In a- I mean that’s a- you’re-”

“I'm a girl, James,” Lily clarified. Then, she visibly let go of something to speak. “I've always been one, it's just that I got tired of waiting for the world to catch up with that.”

Before James had a chance to react she continued, faster and faster. “And I know there’s a lot of stuff out there about people like me, but all of it is just ignorant hateful bullshit, and I figured since you were raised in a city and you're nice and kind and one of my best mates maybe you'd be the first to understand, I mean, not the first, since you don't know what it's actually like, but, oh my god please say something.” She inhaled sharply, breath catching up with her.

“Lily. Like the flower?”

The worry melted off her like snow, her shoulders dropping.

“Yes. I figured if being trans wouldn’t get me disowned, dropping the family theme would.”

“Lily,” he said again, trying out the vowels like a new shoe. He scooted forward to grab her hand and smiled meaningfully. “That’s a beautiful name, it suits you. And of course I support you.“

Sunshine breaks out on her face. “Thanks, Potter.”

“A lot of things are making sense now, actually,” James said without thinking, because of course he did.

Her eyebrow made a light crease. “Like what?“

Like how I only identified as bi so liking you would make sense. Like how I’ve weirdly thought of you as a girl from the moment I met you. “It has always felt kind of weird for you to be in the same locker room.” is what he decides on saying out loud.

She chuckled ruefully and dropped his hand to fidget with her ring. “For you it’s weird, for me it’s terrifying, it’s why I’ve started changing in the bathroom.”

James couldn’t contain his reaction. “That’s why? We all thought you had a weird birthmark you were embarrassed about or something!,” he said, because of course he did.

They sat with those confessions for a moment before bursting into laughter. “That’s- so - that’s so fucked- up,” Lily managed to get out between bouts of laughter. James was doubled over, head buried in his hands. “We didn’t know! We didn’t-”

The patter of rain on the window had slowed. James, catching his breath, was about to comment on it when they heard the sound of keys turning in the door and startled.

“I should probably-” Lily started. “You could stay if you-” James began at the same time. Neither continued.

Then Remus was pushing the door open and their eyes shot to him. He was looking worse for wear. His short curls were darkened and plastered to his forehead, his mouth hanging slightly open so as not to breathe in the rainwater which was dripping a decent sized puddle onto their floor from his very much non-water-resistant sweater and pants. James cringed.

Remus, or the soaked sweater cosplaying as him, just stared into the middle distance with a slightly lost expression. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He then promptly peeled off his sweater to toss it on the floor with a thud and disappeared with a towel, presumably off to the showers to warm up.

“Poor sod.”

“He’ll dry,” James said. Lily turned back to him.

“I really ought to go now.” She got up and James belatedly copied her, following her the two metres to the door. “Oh, one more thing.” She turned around, James awkwardly bumping into her. They apologised at the same time and stepped away.

“Right, er, just, please don’t tell anyone else about. You’re the first person I’ve told, like, ever.”

James the hand not holding the doorknob and swiped his thumb tenderly over her freckled knuckles.

“Thank you for telling me, Lily. Really. I’m honoured. And I won’t breathe a word.”

She smiled before kissing him on the cheek. While she was walking down the hall towards the staircase, James was left in the doorframe, his face still feeling the brush of her skin against it as if it’d left a mark.

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