The first time James saw her, she was frowning. Stood by the Hogwarts Express, with her her fiery red hair plaited haphazardly into two braids, she appeared to be arguing with a blonde girl who he guessed must be her sister. He watched as the aforementioned blonde- who was wearing a particularly sour expression- sneered something at her and stormed off, leaving the red-head’s shoulders to slump as she hugged her parents goodbye. James wondered if her sister was always that stroppy.
The first time she laid eyes on him, he was laughing. Stood outside the compartment she was sat in with Sev, his hair a haphazard mess as he chatted with an aristocratic boy who looked liked he belonged to a rich family. He wore expensive robes and rounded glasses like her father did, but that didn’t fool her; she knew by their smirks that they were troublemakers- boys her mother warned her to stay away from- and Lily hoped they wouldn’t sit in her compartment.
The first time they scowled at each other, she was filled with pride as the hat called GRYFFINDOR! and he watched her hurry over to the table he was sat at. He wondered if she’d come and sit by him, but from the way her nose wrinkled as their eyes met, he figured she probably wouldn’t. Strange, he thought, as she glared up at him from the table. No one had ever disliked him before. He glared back anyway.
The first time they smiled at each other, they had just stopped Mulciber from hexing a Hufflepuff boy in their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Who knew two first years could pull off a Twitchy-ears hex on a third year? As he ran off, red-faced and clutching his ears, they couldn’t help but share a smile. They knew payback would most likely be coming, but they couldn’t help a small moment of victory.
The first time they argued with each other, it happened in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, and had something to do with Severus. No one really understood what had happened over the spitting of insults between the pair, but they couldn’t understand how James Potter wasn’t afraid of the furious red-head, (though he was secretly
marvelling at the pretty girl who was surprisingly as sharp-tongued as Sirius). When wands were drawn, it was Remus who split it up.
The first time they laughed with each other was in third year. After two years of rivalry, it came as a shock to the whole of Gryffindor when Lily Evans and James Potter both burst out laughing at an apparently ‘hilarious’ expression Sirius Black was wearing. The disgruntled victim thought they’d been hit by a cheering charm, which only made the pair laugh harder. They went back to their feud the very next day.
The first time they were partnered up together was in potions class. She decided he was a ‘big-headed idiot’ as they bickered over which ingredients to put in the potion, and he refused to let her stir. He concluded she was a ‘right know-all’, but he couldn’t deny he liked her sarcastic streak- not that he’d ever tell her that. A row ensued when their potion exploded all over their desk, and Slughorn decided he wouldn’t pair them up again.
The first time he asked her out had been in fourth year. It had sort of- somehow- slipped out mid-argument, and after surprise had flashed in her eyes she’d replied ‘never in your wildest dreams’. To cover up his disappointment, James had made it a running joke from then on, though his pride had been hurt for at least a month.
The first time they pranked someone together, their victim was Bellatrix. It had to be- it was, of course, her last day, and she definitely deserved it. The bucket of maple syrup and feathers had been James’s idea, but the finishing touch of the Tarantallegra charm had been Lily’s. James had stated she’d done a “Good job, Evans”, rather begrudgingly. She’d held back a grin.
The first time they snuck out together, it was to collect chocolates for Remus on his birthday, in fifth year. Lily had once stated she’d “never go under Potter’s invisibility cloak”, which he happily reminded her of multiple times on the journey. They may or may not have eaten some of the chocolate on the way back, but Remus didn’t mind. In fact, Lily had never seen him happier.
The first time they cried together was the sixth year, just before they left for Christmas, when James’s father had passed away. She’d found him by the fire and sat with him until morning, both pretending they weren’t scared of this war as they clutched hands. Lily visited him for the first time that holiday, with a bouquet of flowers for his mum.
The first time they got drunk together they played exploding snap in Lily’s dorm until three a.m. The game ended when Sirius and Marlene started making out a little too ferociously, and Peter passed out on the floor, snoring. Remus and James helped carry him back to their dorm and Lily went to bed with her heart beating quickly and a smile on her face.
The first time they went on a date, it wasn’t planned. Well, not by them at least. Their friends abandoned them, leaving them red-cheeked when they cottoned on. They’d gone to the Three broomsticks anyway, and laughed until they cried over a pitcher of butterbeer. James couldn’t help but feel he was falling completely, and Lily decided that maybe her heart had thawed a little for the boy she once loathed. Their friends wore smug looks for a fortnight afterwards.
The first time they kissed, it was Lily who initiated it, surprisingly. They’d been skipping around each other for weeks, and she finally had the guts to do it at a celebratory quidditch party when she was (more than a little bit) tipsy, and decided she had nothing to lose. It was sloppy and haphazard, but Lily thought her insides might explode. James wouldn’t stop grinning.
The first time he told her he loved her, they were seventeen. She was sprawled on the grass, a book in her hand and her hair fanning out behind her. He’d known it for a long time, he realised, looking at the concentration on her face. It seemed to slip off his tongue so easily that he didn’t even realise it had been said. Lily whispered it back as she entwined her hands around his neck and their lips connected.
The first time they had sex it was awkward and embarrassing, but pleasant at the same time. It wasn’t anything like they’d seen in muggle movies; there was giggling, (mostly on Lily’s part, much to the annoyance of James), and low murmurs of encouragement, but by the time they were done both were smiling. The second time was much, much better.
The first time they saw their baby, they were twenty years old. Lily never thought she could love someone as much as she loved James, but oh, how wrong she was. As they held their son between them, she never thought she could love anything quite as much as her two boys, with their messy dark hair and beautiful hearts. She thought her own heart might explode with the strength of her love.
The last time they saw each other she was cradling their little baby in her arms. And, as the wand was pointed at his face, no one could know how James wished he’d turned to look at her just one last time before she’d left the room- even though he didn’t really need to. As his eyes closed, a picture of her was burned into his mind, as bright as the sun.
Late fall 2014 I was going through a dark period and I read nearly 50k+ words of Merthur fic a day. So because someone asked (whybecauselogic) long ago, and because I appreciate these works so much for haven gotten me through that time, here’s my merthur rex. Most are novels! Happy FFWA, all you writers out there!
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words: 46,843 | rating: explicit | genre: romance summary: After the disastrous end of his betrothal to Gwen and the regret of his offer to Princess Mithian, Arthur swears off finding a wife until he’s ready to wed. When Merlin offers himself to Arthur as bedmate, Arthur suggests they hand-fast in secret for a single year of mutual pleasure without obligation. As their year together unfolds, and secrets and betrayals unravel around them, Arthur and Merlin learn there is no such thing as uncomplicated pleasure. Everything they thought they knew can change in the span of a single year.
words: 51,464 | rating: explicit | genre: romance/est relationship summary: After Merlin goes missing, Arthur forges new alliances to repel a deadly threat to Camelot. Nothing will stop Arthur from finding Merlin, and nothing will stop Merlin from protecting Arthur – no matter the cost.
words: 33,448 | rating: explicit | genre: romance summary: Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he’d had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn’t. Arthur wakes up somewhere he doesn’t recognise, but where he clearly belongs.
words: 73,565 | rating: general | genre: friendship/romance summary: In which Arthur is out of sorts. His manservant leaves a lot to be desired, Morgana is scary, Merlin’s ‘luck’ is becoming too noticeable, his knights need to learn some lessons, and they’re beginning to act very strangely. Arthur blames Merlin.
Myfirstattempt at Malec smut (or any smut for that matter).
Summary: Set sometime in the late 19th to early 20th century. Alexander Lightwood is an aristocrat sent to broker a business arrangement for his father with an old classmate with connections in the Far East.
Magnus Bane sat causally in an armchair in his drawing room, his right ankle draped over his left knee. He was wearing a deep plum waistcoat and pressed trousers. The man was reading the latest review of his estate when his butler entered the room.
“Sir, there is a gentleman here to see you. Alexander Lightwood, sir.”
Magnus sat up straighter, intrigued. “Is that so? Well, let him in then.”
The butler nodded and exited the room only to return with a beautiful man. He was tall and slim, his black waistcoat fitted perfectly to his lean body. His black hair was slightly ruffled from the top hat that his butler was holding and his stunning blue eyes jumped out at him, set against his pale skin.
“Thank you, Barnard,” Magnus said, dismissing his butler.
He gestured for the younger man to take a seat. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I do believe congratulations are in order. I hear you are engaged to the lovely Aline Penhallow. A fitting match for the heir to the Lightwood estate.”
The young man flinched at the amusement in his voice and the way his eyes gleamed almost accusingly.
“I’ve come to inquire on a business arrangement, Mr. Bane,” he replied formally. He sat stiffly in the chair. “My father is interested in procuring business in Indonesia and would like to enter into a business agreement with you.”
“And he sends his son to broker this business arrangement?”
“He knows that we are acquainted from school.”
Magnus leaned forward, an almost sinister grin on his face. “Oh does he now? And just how well does he know our acquaintance.”
Alexander blushed and turned away, distracting himself with pulling out the documents he had with him. “The details are all here. I was hoping we could go over them and come to an agreement that is mutually satisfactory for both of us.”
Magnus smirked and the younger man shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, we can most definitely come to a mutually satisfactory agreement. Come, we will take this to my study.”
The young aristocrat followed the self-made businessman through the large house until they finally arrived at the man’s study. Magnus held the door open and waited for Alexander to step in before closing the door securely.
Before Alexander could say anything, Magnus pushed him against a wall, pressing his thigh between Alexander’s legs and holding his wrists up against the wall like the spread wings of a bird.
Record of nursery payments for the young Henry VIII and his siblings
Record of payment of nursery servants. The nursery in question was for the children of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York. The document dates to 17th September 1493 and therefore concerns the welfare of three of the royal children – Princess Margaret (later queen consort to James IV of Scotland), prince Henry (later Henry VIII), and the princess Elizabeth (who died in infancy). Henry VII’s heir, Prince Arthur, was raised in a separate establishment to his siblings. Much attention has been paid on the fact that Henry VIII, unusual for a male of his position, was raised alongside women, including his sisters, female attendants and frequently with his mother. It was customary for infant boys to be raised by women as childrearing was regarded as a female task, however Henry remained in this environment until the death of his mother in 1503. By that date Henry was eleven years old, an age which most aristocratic and royal boys were forced into a male dominated environment to embark on their education. Dr David Starkey has implied that Henry’s upbringing in a female environment had an impact upon Henry’s character, by making him fond of the attention and admiration of women. This of course had explosive consequences later on in life!