If you don’t think McGonagall was invited to James and Lily’s wedding you’re wrong
She was in her office working late one night when she heard tapping on the window; it was an owl, carrying a letter labelled « Minnie »
So of course she knew who it was from
ngl she teared up a little at the thought that Lily and James were getting married, in spite of the war, and that they’d invited her to the wedding
She wondered for a (very short) while if it would be appropriate for her to attend her former students’ wedding, but oh who was she kidding - this was James Potter and Lily Evans, of course she was going
She showed up in a long bottle green silk dress, and a high bun with green feathers sprouting from it
Of course Sirius was the first to spot her when she arrived
He offered her his arm (« you look ravishing tonight, Minnie ») and escorted her to her seat
She didn’t even try to conceal her tears during the ceremony
she was so proud
later Marlene dares Sirius to ask McGonagall for a dance
Sirius looks offended
« I don’t need to be dared to ask Minnie for a dance! I was going to anyway! »
« Minnie, would you care to dance with me? »
« Mr Black, I hardly think this would be appropriate! And may I ask again that you stop using that name! »
« Come on Minnie, you know you love it. One dance? »
*deep sigh from McGonagall*
« Alright, Black. One dance »
Sirius winks at James as he dances with McGonagall
James is dancing nearby with Lily
He looks so betrayed it’s comical
« Excuse me Lily I must go dance with Minnie right now »
Lily rolls her eyes
« sometimes I wonder if you don’t love her more than you love me » she groans
but she smiles and goes off to dance with Alice
James approaches Sirius and McGonagall and clears his throat
« excuse me, Minnie, do you think I could have this dance? »
Sirius looks bewildered (« uh, mate, can’t you see I’m dancing with Minnie?? »)
« Ah, yes, Padfoot, but this is my weeding. I do what I want »
To their surprise, McGonagall nods, « you know, Black, Mr Potter’s got a point.. »
James smirks at Sirius, who stares at them for a second then stomps away mumbling to himself like the drama queen that he is
McGonagall may tell James how proud she is of him while they dance
James may find his eyes to be a wee bit watery for a second
After a while, Sirius reappears
James starts to make a speech about how Sirius should quit trying already (« I am the groom, Padfoot, therefore I am the one who gets to dance with Minnie » *severe eye-rolling from McGonagall*)
but Sirius cuts him off by saying « Prongs, I didn’t come here to ask Minnie to dance with me. I came to ask you. »
« Oh. Well in that case » — he turns to McGonagall — « Minnie, if you’ll excuse us »
James takes Sirius by the waist and they start dancing
Almost half an hour later, Lily sits down next to a grinning McGonagall and sighs « you know, sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t love him more than he loves either or us »
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Summary: Reader x Sirius at the wedding of Lily and James. Both
realise that they are with the one they wish to marry, and eventually end up in
an intimate proposal situation.
You smiled at Lily Evans, your best friend, as she twirled
around in her wedding gown, swirls of white lace and chiffon floating around
her like a butterfly.
“Do I look like a princess?” She asked you, her red hair
falling elegantly around her face and framing her striking green eyes.
“Of course you do,” You said, picking up the small pearled
crown that lay on the side table. “But every princess needs a crown…come here,
let me put it in your hair.”
There was a soft knock at the door. “Lily flower, can I come
It was her Dad. He opened the door slowly and let out a low
sigh as he saw his youngest little girl in her wedding dress for the first
time. “My darlin’… my beautiful little darlin’…”He chocked, tears in his eyes
as he hugged her.
“Ready?” Mr Evans said, offering his arm to his daughter.
“No, not yet… where is Petunia?” Lily asked quickly.
“She’s…. sitting… er… outside… with the other guests….”Mr
Evans averted his eyes from Lily’s hurt ones.
You felt a mixture of anger and guilt for Lily’s sister, whom
you had met on many occasions at the Evans household, but had never been able
to get along with. She had refused to be Lily’s Maid of Honour, and when you
had accepted the offer after Lily asked you, she had called Lily on the phone
to yell at her about being a traitor, marrying a low-life and about always
being a freak. The sisters had not spoken for 8 months since. You were surprised
she had even shown up for the wedding.
You saw Lily glance repeatedly at the bouquet of flowers she
had on the dresser, which she had brought in hopes of her sister changing her
mind and joining her at the altar. You quickly walked past it, throwing a white
fluffy towel over it.
“Here, let me secure your veil…”You said, standing in front
of Lily, trying to distract her. Once you had fastened the veil to her head,
you stepped back and smiled at her. She looked radiant.
“Potter better know how lucky he is today,” You grinned.
“You can say that again!” Mr Evans chimed in. The three of
“Now you are ready,” You said, seeing the beautiful smile on
Lily’s face. “Remember, this is you day. This is the day you marry the love of
your life. Nothing can ruin it.”
“Thank you,” said Lily, tears flashing in her eyes. “I love
you, (y/n). You are my best friend, my sister.”
“No crying now, you can leave that to the Groom,” You
quipped, tears building up in your own eyes. “I love you too. Always and forever”.
You hugged her tightly and the both of you laughed
foolishly. There was another knock on the door, and Mrs Evans peeked her head
inside. “They are all ready, dear!”
“Deer.” You grinned at Lily and she laughed. You were glad
she was laughing. You intended to keep her this way for the day.
“I guess this is it, huh?” She said nervously.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Daddy?” She said, taking his arm. “Shall we?”
You followed them out of the room, picking up your own bouquet
of flowers and handing Lily’s to her. The three of you stood at the entrance of
the house while Mrs Evans trotted outside into the garden. You heard the mellifluous
sound of the music band start up, and the muffled shuffle of a few dozen feet
on the grass as everyone stood up for the Bride’s entrance.
You stood in front of Lily, slightly nervous. You glanced
one last time over your shoulder at her, and saw her whispering something to
her Dad and giggle. You smiled and allowed them to have these last few moments
alone together as you set off down the stone steps and onto the garden path.
A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X
It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?
You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”
You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.
“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.
“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.
“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”
“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.
“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”
“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”
“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.
You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”
“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”
You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”
“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”
“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”
“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”
“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”
“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”
“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”
“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”
“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”
“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.
“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.
• • • • • • • •
The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.
“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”
“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.
“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.
“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.
“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”
“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.
“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”
“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.
“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”
“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.
Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.
- you’ve been engaged and living together for a while
- and you’re been planning your wedding for a while and it’s all coming together
- “When should we have the wedding?”
“End of May or early June.”
- the best man is Jared and Connor is sulking because he’s not
- but he’s still happy for you too
- Evan has been planning his vows for forever and he’s finally got them all down
- on the night before the wedding he’s super scared you won’t say “I do.”
- “(Y/N)’s put up with you for this long.”
- instead of a wild bachelor party, he just wants to sit around with his bros
- when the day of the wedding comes, he’s flipping out
- but when he sees you walk down the aisle, everything’s better
- and his jaw fuckin drops because you look GREAT
- he stumbles through his vows but it still brings you to tears
- he tears up at your vows
- “I do.”
“You may kiss the-”
- Connor’s just super excited and he cheered the loudest when you kissed
- honeymoon to NYC!
- seeing lots of musicals on Broadway!!
- when you get home, the topic of kids comes up
- you have a long conversation and decide on adoption
- pregnancy and childbirth would be a huge hassle
- or you’re also a guy
- I don’t assume things
- the fact that you’re adopting doesn’t stop you from fucking on every available surface!
- unless sex isn’t your thing (which is ok I don’t like it either)
- you adopt a baby boy and you name him Connor Jared Hansen
- when you tell them this, Connor tries to keep the tough guy act
- “Dude, are you crying?”
“I’m just crying ‘cause your face is so dumb, Jared.”
- group hugging emotional Connor
- Uncle Connor and Uncle Jared!
- baby Connor’s first word is “fuck” thanks Uncle Connor
- Jared loves babysitting
- baby Connor grows up with the best parents and uncles!