Lily and Sirius dancing at every wedding they go to.

Lily eating her cake and Sweet Caroline comes on and she meets Sirius’s eye from across the table and they’re up in like .23 seconds on the dance floor and singing very loudly and James is rolling his eyes and Lily’s about to go back and finish her cake because it was quite good and lemon is her favorite but then Build me Up Buttercup comes on and she whips around and points directly at Sirius as she sings and he’s pointing directly at her and clutching at his chest as he sings and dramatically begs her to not break his heart and then James comes over and asks for a dance because it is their wedding after all and she agrees and they dance and Sirius pulls Peter in for a waltz but then Aint No Mountain High Enough starts to play and James throws his hands up in the air in defeat because Lily screamed because she didn’t see Sirius behind her but she spots him just as the lyrics begin and they start their number and James goes to sit with Remus who hands him a drink and pats him on the back because Sirius has to go to a wedding next week while they’re on their honeymoon and Remus refuses to do that duet so please let him get it out of his system now.

this is really important to me okay

Sirius knew.

When James stuck eye of newt in Lily’s hair in second year, and charmed her books to sing whenever she opened them, Sirius knew he fancied her.

When Evans responded to this by hexing James Potter, Sirius knew she needed some convincing.

When she burst through the portrait hole in sixth year laughing, with snow melting in her hair and James Potter at her heels, Sirius knew. He isn’t sure what he knew, but he’s sure he knew.

When Lily blushes a bright red after James talks himself in nervous circles about how pretty her eyes are, Sirius knew she was coming around.

When Lily gives James a hard time at dinner some nights, Sirius knows it’s because he’s sitting next to Susan Spinnet and not, as she tells him, “Because he’s being an arrogant prick today.” 

When Sirius found the two of them asleep on the couch, the notes they had stayed up reviewing still open, James’ glasses crooked, Lily with her head on his shoulder, Sirius doesn’t wake them up. He knows. Even if Lily and James don’t know it yet.


My heart was beating rapidly, but I knew it was useless. James Potter was my friend, and that was all there was to it. Really. Nothing between us could ever work out. Not that I wanted anything to. But his hands were warm, and his grip was gentle, and at the time, I simply wanted to feel safe. (x)

Infinite List of Maruaders Era Fanfictions that will make you cry

As I’ve said many times, I am a hardcore Marauders fan, and Jily  shipper, so I have decided to create this masterlist on Marauders Era fanfictions. This contains multichapter, AU, oneshots, drabbles, genderbending, smut and many tears. Mostly Jily.

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I’m warning you in advance that this will be quite long. Like incredibly, amazingly, unbelievably long. And also, I hope you enjoy AU - I do, probably way too much, AU fics are my favourites - because there’ll be a lot of those in here.

Anyway, without further ado:


  • The life and times - I’m pretty sure you’ve already read it, but still.
  • Say when - University AU - I need this to be updated right now!!! It’s absolutely amazing. There are just 6 chapters -I think- so far, but oh my goodness, it’s glorious!
  • Fighting fate - Pirate AU - okay, I absolutely love this, okay? pirate!AU’s are my weakness.
  • Every other midnight - Professor AU - if you’re into professor!Potter and student!Lily AU’s then this one is perfect for you. It’s super long -close to 1million words, 82 chapters- but it’s so worth it. The relationship development is wonderful, and it’s incredibly good because not only does it focus on James and Lily’s relationship, but Lily and Sirius’ and Lily and Remus’, even Lily and Hagrid’s, as well. And it’s just beautiful!
  • Petal in the rain - WWII AU- I’m in a love-hate relationship with this one because sometimes I think it’s really good, but then others I feel very disappointed in the characterisations…but well, it’s quite enjoyable. I have to say I still need to catch up with it hehe.
  • Starstruck - Band AU - this one is quite entertaining, you’ll like it (there’s a lot of Lily and Petunia in this one).
  • The curtain call - this is the latest completed, multi-chap I’ve read and I absolutely loved it. Lily’s characterisation wasn’t my favourite but, well, it was adorable, anyways.
  • Summer magic - I read this a long time ago, but I remember I liked it very much, so I thought I should recommend it, as well. Might re-read it with you, too, if you decide to give it a chance.
  • Before the fawn - hmmm I don’t know what to say about this. I like it but I don’t (?). It’s weird. But yeah, read and see.
  • Wind and waves - Pirate!AU - yup, another about pirates for you.
  • If we only die onceLily gets flak for dating James from the blood purists (while still at Hogwarts) and even though she never thought it would bother her, it does, and she gets kinda sucked into the belief that James’ life would be harder with her in it and considers ending things quickly so as to save everyone pain but James finds out and becomes furious - only chapters 1 and 2 so far. You’ll still cry a river, but you’ll love it, so go READ IT NOW!!!


There are quite a few because I’ve basically been reading only drabbles/one-shots lately instead of multi-chaps.

I love you, Lily.”

The silence was killing her. It was heavy in her ears and it seemed to echo menacingly off the walls and off the floor. She could feel it swallowing her whole; she wanted to run from it, because there was nothing she could do. For once in her life, she was helpless. She couldn’t even bear to imagine what it was like for him. He continued to stare at her, his grip on her shoulders weakening as the seconds passed by. Though they didn’t feel like seconds, they felt like minutes; really, really long minutes. She watched him swallow thickly. Watching as the hopeful expression slipped quickly from his perfect face.

She watched as the awful thoughts invaded that beautiful mind of his, she watched as they began to destroy him, as they began to break his heart and wreck his soul. She watched helplessly, because she couldn’t move her mouth – she’d tried and failed again and again.

One last, hopeful glint in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, “Lily? Lily, did you hear what I said?”

She blinked, and with all the strength she could muster, she nodded. It was a small nod; it felt so tiny that she wasn’t sure he even caught it. But he did. There was no way he could have missed it. To James it wasn’t a small nod, it was like she’d knocked him to the ground and pulled out his heart through his mouth.

It wasn’t just a nod; it was what broke James Potter.

His arms dropped limply by his side and he exhaled sharply. He tore his eyes away from her and ran a hand through his hair quickly, before covering his mouth. He felt ill - really, really ill. He turned towards the window; there was a lump in his throat and all the had colour drained from his face as he nodded,

“Right,” He croaked out, his hand running through his hair again, “Right, no worries then.”

“James-” She managed to say, her voice sounded nothing like her own. It wavered, it was small, fragile – it was scared. She was scared.

He held up a hand slightly to stop her talking, he struggled to find the words, “Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to explain.”

He’d put a distance between them, and she’d never felt so alone. She could reach out and touch him, but she knew he didn’t want her to, and that hurt more than anything. 

“James – Please…” she whispered, covering her mouth with both her hands as her voice cracked. She wanted to run now more than ever. The look on his face was too much to bear. It was broken. She’d broken James Potter.

“I mean why would you?” He said to himself quietly, with a sad chuckle, “You’re Lily Evans. You’re perfect and witty and clever – why would you love a prat like me?”

“I’m not perfect.” She whispered, tears falling silently from the corners of her eyes.

He smiled sadly as he stared out the window, watching as the snow coated the grass outside, “To me, you are.”

“I’m not,” She argued, not bothering to wipe away the tears as she took a step nearer to him, “I’m a coward, James. I’m foolish and – and horrible and selfish. If I was perfect I – I wouldn’t be afraid to-” she choked, wishing she hadn’t taken that step towards him as he turned around and faced her once more.

“Wouldn’t be afraid to what?”

She sighed, fresh tears fighting their way to the surface as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes broke her heart, it was loving and kind, despite the fact that she had just responded in the worst way possible to someone telling you that they loved you. She expected his eyes to be cold and resentful, but when he looked at her; she felt warm again, she felt at home – and that in itself was what scared Lily Evans about James Potter.

“Do you know how terrifying the idea of loving you is, James?” She asked quietly, her small hand reaching out and grabbing a handful of his jumper, taking another step closer to him, “I know that once I admit it. Once I admit that… that I love you; there’s no going back. I’m going to feel this way forever; I’m going to love you forever. And when you wake up one day, and you don’t feel the same anymore – I’ll just be stuck here, loving you like I do now.”

The silence was back; but something was different this time. It wasn’t cold and suffocating. Instead it was warm, comforting even. She’d finally said what she needed to say, what she needed him to hear. James’ face had softened as he placed his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs wiping the tears off her cheeks,

“You’re right, Evans. You are foolish.”

“I know.”

“You’re foolish to think that I’m ever going to wake up and not love you.”

What I really want right now is a long, well-written fic where James Potter either somehow survives the third encounter with Voldemort that night, or wasn’t there to buy Lily and Harry time. Lily still died for her son, Harry was still left with a scar, and Voldemort was still reduced to something barely alive, therefore ending the first war with one backfired curse.

The only difference is that James Potter was still alive to raise his son.

I want a fic with James struggling to be a good parent despite becoming a 21-year-old widower and a single father in one fell swoop, and dealing with the fallout of the wizarding war at the same time.

I want a fic where James is a complete wreck after losing the love of his life after only being together for four years, and after hearing about Frank and Alice Longbottom, and everything else that happened during the war, while also trying to keep it together enough to take care of a one-year-old infant.

I want a fic where Harry essentially has 3 very young, very clueless dads who love him dearly and spoil him rotten despite not having any idea what they’re doing.

I want a fic where Harry grows up in a loving household knowing who and what he is and being able to use that knowledge (and his family) to help him along the way.

What Did I Do


What just happened?

Did I just…DID I JUST?!


No. No. No I did not.

I did not do that. There’s no way I did that.

…But I did.

Holy crap I just did that.

Why did I just do that?

Okay, you KNOW why you did that. But, really though, WHY DID I HAVE TO DO THAT?

But also…

It was bloody fantastic.

No, Lily! No it was not.

Those thoughts are not allowed.

…But it was.

It really was.

Oh my God it was.



You don’t have any time for that, Lily!


Okay, this isn’t a big deal. This is totally fine.

We kissed, so what? It’s not as if this has to change anything.  We just kissed.

Okay, fine! You kissed him!

Oh sodding hell, you snogged James Potter!


Holy hell, I snogged James Potter.

And he kissed me back.

Quite a lot, really.

He’s the one who pushed me against the wall…

Well, no.

I’m the one who pushed him against the wall.

Jesus Christ. I pushed James Potter against a wall and snogged him.

Alright Lily, you need calm down. Just think about this rationally, go through step by step.

One: James and I were working in the library on our potions assignment.

Two: We decided to go down to the kitchens for a milkshake.

Three: I haven’t gotten a milkshake.

Shoot, I really want a milkshake.

Okay, okay.

Four: We were talking about Quidditch.

Five: He rolled up his sleeves.

Five: He rolled up his sleeves.


Six: I pushed him against the wall and snogged him.

Seven: He snogged remarkably well.

Damn, Potter really knew what he was doing.

Eight: I realized what I just did.

Nine: He smirked.

Nine: He smirked.


Ten: I snogged James Potter, again.

Eleven: He snogged remarkably well, again.

Twelve: I pushed myself away from him and went to the other side of the corridor.

Thirteen: He said, and I quote, “I’ll give you a second.”

Fourteen: I said, and I quote, “It’ll be more than that, Potter.”

Fifteen: Here we are.

Lily, he is sitting on the floor now.

You have literally been pacing for five minutes.

Get it together.

“Are you alright, Evans?”

Shit. Not this again.

“Don’t call me that.”

Seriously, James. Do not say it again, please.

“What are you talking about Ev-”


How am I supposed to figure out what to do when he calls me by my surname? It’s physically impossible!

“Just…just hush.”

Okay, Lily. What do you want?

Do you want to never talk about this again?

Do you want to deal with it and move on?

Do you want to date Potter?


Why do I have to fancy him? It was so much easier before!

Holy crap, I want to date Potter.

When did this happen?

Woah, it’s been a while.


It’s so obvious! I always sit next to him. I laugh at his jokes, both good and bad. I pick fights just to talk to him. I take strolls right when his Quidditch practice gets out. I DON’T HATE IT when he runs his hands though his hair.

I like it.

I like it a lot.

I like him a lot.

“What do you want?”

No, Lily! That was so stupid! Why did I ask him that? What if he says he wants to be friends? You just realized you fancy him! Let that sink in first!

He probably wants to just be friends. I bet James regrets the whole thing.


Oh wow.

Good answer.

Well played, sir. Well player.

Average human: 0
James Potter: 1

“What do you want, Lily?”

I want James Potter.

“I really want a milkshake.”


Because,” he stopped, and held my arm to keep me from moving,“Lily, because you’re you. You work your arse off twice as hard as anyone else just to be recognised, and I don’t think you mind it all that much. You had your best friend of six years call you a Mudblood in front of the entire school, and then you bounced back from it. You’re fair, and you’re just, and you’re smart. You tutor Second Years, and stop to help when a scrawny, annoying Firstie drops their books. You found out about Remus and you never shut him out. After what Sirius did, you were the only one who never gave up on him. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, actually. And that, that right there, is why you are the obvious choice. Because you don’t give up on people, ever. You always see the best in everyone, even when they don’t deserve it.” - Fate Works In A Funny Way

anonymous asked:

Could you make a short story about when lily and james are alive and sirius isn't I azkaban and all of them plus remus are giving harry love advice

This sort of ran away from me a bit…

They were all gathered in the Potter’s kitchen for Sunday morning breakfast, as it had become something of a tradition. Lily was making fresh orange juice and Sirius was at the stove, cooking bacon and blueberry pancakes. James was seated at the table, feeding mashed bananas to his two year old son.

“Is Harry awake yet, dear?” Lily asked, slicing another orange in half.

“I believe so.” James said, wiping some of the mush off the toddlers face with his knuckle and then licking it off. Lily made a face at him, but he didn’t notice. “He leaves for Hogwarts in three days, I don’t think he’s slept much at all since his letter came.”

Sirius laughed, “Little tyke can’t wait to get away from you two.”

“That’s not funny, Sirius.” Lily frowned.

“Oh pish. I’m yanking your chain, love.”

“Morning mum, dad, Uncle Pads.” Harry said with a large grin on his face as he sauntered into the kitchen. “I tried to wake up Jane.”

“And?” Lily prompted.

“Well,” Harry looked around the kitchen and held his hands out. “Do you see her?” Sirius laughed and Lily clicked her tongue. 

“Don’t speak to you mother like that, young man.” James said. “And you haven’t said good-morning to your brother yet.” Harry rolled his eyes and walked up to the drooling toddler.

“Good morning, David.” He patted him on the head and David shrieked with excitement and started banging his fists on the table.

Lily cocked her head to the side and smiled. “He’s going to miss you.”

Harry grinned a bit, but tried not too. “I suppose I’ll miss him as well.”

I won’t miss you.” Jane snapped, marching into the room and angrily taking a seat next to her father. “Prat you are, waking me up at eight o’clock.”

“Good-morning, sunshine.” James lent over and kissed the nine year old on her cheek. She crossed her arms and slouched over in her chair.

“Is Uncle Remus coming?” She asked.

“I’m not good enough for you?” Sirius asked, twirling around and waving his spatula in the air. Jane and Harry exchanged a look and then both started laughing at the same time. Lily patted Sirius on the shoulder and tried not to let him see her smile.

“Remus should be over here soon.”

“Is he bringing the funny lady with the pink hair?” Jane asked, now completely over her morning funk.

“Not this morning.” Lily said. “You like her though, don’t you?”

“She can turn her mouth into a duck’s mouth.” Jane giggled. “And she has pink hair. I like pink, so I like her.”

“Sounds reasonable.” James said with a nod. “You want to finish feeding David for me?” Jane agreed and James stood up to get the plates out of the cabinet. “So, what are you most excited for, Harry?”

“I don’t know. Everything!”

“Sounds about right.” Sirius laughed. “Though your dad and I have to have a talk with you before you go.”

“What kind of talk?” Lily asked, raising an eyebrow at her husband.

“Relax Lily, we’re just going to talk to him about girls.” Sirius shrugged. Jane and Harry exchanged yet another look, Harry’s face had gone slightly red but Jane looked confused.

“I can tell you about girls, seeing as how I am one.” She flicked her red hair over her shoulder and sat up straight. “Girls are sweet and nice and better at everything than boys are.”

Lily bit her lip and started shaking with silent laughter as James nodded along with his daughters words. “I’d like to add that they are also always right.” James said. “Always. Even when they are wrong.”

“That’s very important.” Sirius said solemnly.

“Morning everyone!” Remus walked in through the back door and walked up to Lily, kissing her on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”

“S’fine.” Sirius smirked. “How’s Dora?”

“Excellent, thanks for asking.”

“You might want to join this conversation, Remus.” Lily said, an amused expression on her face. “They’re giving Harry girl advice.”

“Isn’t Harry a bit young to be dating?” Remus asked.

“Dating!” Jane shrieked. “Ooooo! Harry’s got cooties!”

“All boys have cooties.” James said, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Never forget that.”

“You can’t tell her that and then give Harry advice about girl!” Lily put her hands on her hips. “That’s not right, James.”

“Yeah yeah, alright. Nobody in this house is allowed to date until they’re… forty.” 

"That’s exactly the kind of overly dramatic proclamation I would expect from you.” Remus laughed, falling onto a seat next to Jane who grabbed her dad’s hand and smiled up at him.

“I don’t want to date anyone. I just want to live here with you and mum forever.”

“If only.” James smiled ruefully and then looked at his eldest son. “But in all honesty, you shouldn’t be thinking about dating anyone until you’re at least thirteen.” Then he looked at Jane and mouthed, “Sixteen.”

“And stay away from the redheads.” Sirius said, slinging his arm around Lily’s shoulders. She rolled her eyes.

“They’re nothing but trouble.” James nodded. Harry, still red in the face, grinned.

“I’m eleven. If I’m not allowed to date for another two years, can we hold off on this conversation till then?”

“Sounds perfectly reasonable. Besides, it’s time to eat.” She brought her pitcher of orange juice to the table just as Sirius was putting the last of the pancakes and bacon onto a plate.

They sat around the table, they joked, they laughed, and most importantly, they were not dead.

She and He

She’s going to tell him today. She has been putting it off for almost two weeks now, waiting to see if the git would figure it out, but all he’s done is fight the bloody war. All day, and sometimes all night. She thinks he has forgotten how to love her.

He is in an unusually (for these days) good mood today. He feels like it’s been weeks since he has properly talked to her, kissed her, made love to her. The war keeps rearing its ugly head. He thinks it’s about time he shows her just how much he loves her.

She finds him propped up at the kitchen table, leaning his chair back on two legs. A vivid memory of a sixteen-year old James toppling off his chair at the Gryffindor table halfway though the usual ‘All right, Evans?’ as the entire Great Hall echoed with laughter floats up in front of her eyes. She stifles a chuckle. He turns his head around and looks at her. She has a fond smile playing on her lips and an even fonder look in her eyes. And it’s all for him. He gets up and kisses her.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him. As their lips collide, their hearts bump against each other, too. It’s where they belong: together. He tastes like the war: rough, warm and smoky. It’s only logical; the war is part of him, now. She suddenly remembers what she needs to tell him.

He entangles his fingers in her hair, relishing the feel of the tangled red locks. No, no, don’t pull back, Lily. Why is she moving away from him? He tries to slip his hands around her waist.

She gently catches his hands and entwines them with hers.

“Sit, James.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Sit, James,”

He reluctantly plops back down on the chair, automatically leaning it back again.


She tries to stall.

“How did the Hogsmeade raid go? I heard you caught a couple of those arsehats in masks?”

He knows she’s not telling him something.

“It was okay. Dumbledore’s taken them to his office. They’d be lucky to come out in one piece, the bastards.”

She agrees, lips curving up into a tiny smile.

“We’re lucky we came out in one piece, aren’t we? That time in sixth year after we’d had that particularly gruesome duel? I was sure we were goners, then,” she grins reminiscently.

“Well, considering the fact that I was covered in singing warts and you were completely orange; I think we did pretty well,” he laughs. “The shade did look rather fetching on you, though,”

She smacks him lightly. “Fancy some warts, James? This time it’ll be “God Save the Queen”, don’t worry,”

He smirks and leans in. Their lips are touching, but not quite. “Try me.”

“I’m pregnant.” Lily whispers, right against his lips.

James falls off his chair.

She knew he would. Truth be told, she probably intended him to. The twit deserved to have some falls, now and again, great big ego that he had. She giggles, and crouches down next to him.

He’s not quite sure what just happened. Did she…had she…was Lily—

“Yes, James. I’m pregnant. About a month and a half down the line.”

He is still sprawled on the cold floor, lanky limbs all over the place. He stares at her, unblinkingly. They were going to—

“We’re having a child, Potter. Now, get your skinny arse off the floor and kiss me properly.”

Her crisp voice and bright green eyes penetrate his daze. It finally dawns on him.

She clearly sees the whirlwind of emotions that speed across his handsome face.

Shock, then confusion. Realization follows comprehension. Excitement morphs into joy, until one final emotion dominates his features. Euphoria.

He promptly slips off his elbows.

She bursts into loud guffaws, twisting around to lie down next to her husband.

He rubs his head and shoots her a reproachful look.

“You knew I’d fall off.”

“Of course, love.” She wiggles closer until she’s almost lying on his stomach, and rests her head on his chest.

He tilts her chin gently, so she’s looking into his eyes.

Green to hazel, hazel to green. Just like it’s always been.

“We, are going to be, the best parents ever.” He announces proudly. She beams back.

“Do you know how to change a nappy, James?”

“Why do you think I’m friends with Remus and Sirius?”

“Shut up.”


She kisses him.

He hasn’t forgotten, after all.


“I don’t dance.”

Her hand was still stretched out towards him, and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. She narrowed her eyes, and smirked at him. James almost regretted the influence he’d had over that smirk since they started dating,


“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true.”

“Gryffindor’s golden boy can’t dance?”

“Shut up.”

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thenoiseandthefunk asked:

five times James chickened out on asking out Lilly, and the one time Lilly just did it herself

love in the dark
pairing: james potter/lily evans for thenoiseandthefunk
word count: 4k+ (shit.)
edited: yes, somewhat 

notes: 1) this got really away from me 2) iirc this was meant to be a short drabble but i lost the prompt post so YOU GET 4K 3) this became more “five times james potter chickened out on telling lily how he feels and one time she did it herself” rather than specifically asking her out, but that’s ok too


She’s sitting at the Gryffindor table, poring over her heavy Transfiguration textbook, when James goes down to the Great Hall for breakfast that day. It’s a Hogsmeade weekend, and for once his Head Boy badge isn’t pinned to his chest. He takes a seat next to her, reaching over her book obnoxiously for the tray of waffles, and she gives him a little scoff. 

“Do you mind, James?” He knows she’s just jokingly irritated, because there’s a curve to her lips that he loves to see (even if it’s not so rare). 

"Well,” he says, inhaling through his teeth and putting an over-exaggerated spin on his voice. “My waffles are on the other side of you, so yeah, I do mind." 

"Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize I was such a hindrance to you and your true love,” he imagines that this is where she would have retrieved the tray for him—but instead, she just steals a waffle and takes a bite out of it. 

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“Love is putting the other in front of everything you ever thought you wanted. It’s making someone your number one priority. It’s knowing that ultimately, you don’t need anything else as long as you have each other, and Lily and James are exactly like that.”
Told from Sirius’ point of view. J/L One-shot. Belated birthday gift the lovely rhiannon aka padfootdidit

Sirius was strolling through the castle when he found Lily Evans curled up in the Astronomy Tower, bawling her eyes out.

He had always been very confused as in what to do in the presence of a crying female, but ever since the Mudblood incident, he and Lily had become very close friends, and he actually knew how to act around her when she was down.

In fact, he spent the whole summer after Fifth Year trying to pick up the pieces and turn her into the Lily Evans we all know and love.

Sirius approached Lily’s body carefully. He lifted her chin with his left hand, and placed the right one on her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong Lil?” He asked her. It hurt him seeing her like that, one of her best mates, who was so obviously in pain.

She seemed to struggle to find the words, but nothing could have prepared him for what he heard come out of her trembling mouth. “I broke up with James.”

“What?” He was astonished. “Why would you do that?”

“He deserves the best, and I can’t make him happy.” She was sobbing again.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something where Lily is on the brink of really liking James and he's using a whole bunch of pickup lines on her that he heard from Sirius an even though she wants to be annoyed she finds them and him adorable?

Pickup lines are fun. Thank you anon. :)

“Pardon me, is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I keep seeing myself in your skirt.” Lily’s head shot up and she wasn’t surprised to find James Potter standing in front of her with his hands on his hips and a playful smile on his face. They were in the back corner of the library, the DADA section. Lily was attempting to finish an essay. James didn’t seem to care.

“Excuse me?” Lily asked, trying her best to look upset with him. She was finding that that was as task that was becoming harder and harder to accomplish these days however, and she ended up pursing her lips together to hide a smile. It probably had something to do with their new found friendship, her reluctant admission that he was actually a very funny bloke and her even more reluctant admission that she might fancy him a bit. She was thinking that it was the first two though.

“That’s a really nice smile you’ve got there,” James took a step towards her, cocking an eyebrow and leaning forward. “It’s a shame that’s not all you’re wearing.”

“What are you doing, James?” Lily laughed. She didn’t want to of course, but how could she not when he was currently being so ridiculous? And besides, it was either laugh or blush, and one of those were much less incriminating than the other.

“Sirius and I were going over some pickup lines last night.” James shrugged. “Thought I’d try a few of them out for myself.”

“Is that what the two of you do in your spare time? Sit around and seduce one another with vulgar pickup lines?”

“Yes. And those weren’t even that bad. You should have heard some of the ones Sirius was saying.” James pretended to shudder and Lily rolled her eyes. “Hey, why don’t your surprise your roommates tonight and not come home?”

“Oh, we’re still doing this then?” Lily asked. “That’s nice. I’m going to look for my book now.”

“Do you know, your hair and my pillowcase are perfectly color coordinated?”

“I don’t believe that’s true. Gryffindor red and my red are slightly off matched and look horrible together.”

“You’re insinuating that you know what color my pillow is. People will talk.” James looked around the empty isle and raised his eyebrows.

“I’m assuming that it’s the same color as everyone elses in Gryffindor. Because I’m assuming that it’s the pillow that was given to you when you-”

“I’ve got another one that works for muggles and wizards.” James interrupted her completely correct list of assumptions. “Love, are you a broom? Because you just swept me off my feet.”

“That’s a horrible line.” Lily sighed, shaking her head. “No one ever falls for these.”

“Sirius said that they work for him all the time.”

“I think Sirius is taking the micky out of you. Or trying to get you to make a fool of yourself. Which he succeeded in, if that was his plan.”

“There’s a good chance of that.” James nodded. “I’ve got more though.”

“I think I’ve heard enough.” Lily said, pulling a book off the shelf to read through the index.

“One more.” James said, holding up one finger and giving her that look of his. She bit her lip and tried to stay strong. But then she had to admit to herself that perhaps she fancied him a bit more than a bit.

“Alright, one more. But make it a good one.”

James smiled and then cleared his throat. “If it’s true that you are what you eat… then I could be you in the morning.” Lily closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. Unfortunately that didn’t last long and she ended up laughing much to loud for someone in the library. James chuckled appreciatively, and then hushed her so that they wouldn’t get kicked out, which he correctly assumed would only make Lily upset with him.

“That’s horrible.” Lily laughed, whipping the tears from her eyes. “Completely horrible.”

“I know.” James grinned.

“Hey, do you sleep on your front?” Lily asked suddenly, looking back at the shelf of books now. James crinkled his brow and shook his head and her seemingly random question.  

“No. I normally sleep on my back, what does this have to do-”

“Do you mind if I do?” She looked back at him and winked before walking away.

“I see what you did there.” James called after her. “I see what you did and I liked it.” Lily smirked as she sat down at her table and began to write her essay.

He was walking down the street. That was all he was doing. A harmless enough action, that caused so much bloody damage.

Lily hadn’t been the first to see him, it had been Petunia.

“Phwoar, would you look at him?” she muttered, trying to tidy her hair hurriedly. Lily rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look in the direction of Petunia’s gaze. In hindsight, she probably should have.

“Oh my, he is quite lovely, isn’t he?” Her mother fussed. The three of them were having lunch in London, at a café her mother absolutely adored in the center of town, having gotten a nice table outside on the street where they could, as her mother called it, ‘people watch’. Lily merely sipped on her tea, before finally looking up to see the boy in question. She nearly passed out at the sight,

“Shit.” She muttered, feeling the colour drain from her face, trying to place her tea down gently, but instead she made an almighty clattering noise as the china collided.

“What was that dear?” her mother asked softly, turning back to look at Lily, “Everything okay?”

She nodded dumbly, trying to avoid the gaze of the boy.

James Potter was in the center of muggle London; a guitar slung over his shoulder, a news paper tucked under his arm and a cigarette hanging from his lips. James Potter was in London, and her mother and sister had just found themselves drooling over him. She had to admit though; he did look bloody fit.

He was dressed in a sharp black coat, neat trousers and a worn pair of leather boots. She tried to not stare at him, but the second she managed to tear her eyes away, the damage had already been done. He’d spotted her.

“Evans!” he grinned, waving to her before beginning to cross the road towards them.

“You know him?” Petunia hissed across the table, her eyes were murderous with jealousy.

She muttered what was supposed to be an excuse to leave the table, but it came out an inaudible jumble of words, as she stood up and made her way towards James. She could feel her sister’s eyes burning into the back of her.

The boy grinned as they neared each other, “Wotcher, Evans?”

“What the bloody hell are you doing in London?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow, a question which merely caused him to chuckle softly,

“Had to buy a few more strings, Red. Sirius busted most of them last week trying to play some Hendrix. Turns out the acoustic didn’t handle the electric so well…” He said, motioning to the instrument on his back, “Could ask you the same thing though?”

“Lunch with my mum and my sister.” She muttered darkly, not bothering to look over her shoulder at the pair  

“You don’t seem overjoyed at the fact?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a bemused smirk,

“I love being with my mum, but If you’d met my sister, you’d understand.” She said with a sigh,

“Then let’s go meet her then.” He said, smiling charmingly as he stepped past her and towards the table of women. Lily tried to stop him, she reached to grab his arm, but felt the material of his coat slip between her fingers,

Oh no, oh god no.

It was too late, he’d already introduced himself and had both the women swooning at his lopsided grin. He chatted easily with them, oozing his usual charismatic charm, and Lily stood and watched in awe as she appeared beside him. Finally, after what felt like excruciating hours, he said,

“I best be off, but it was lovely to meet you ladies,” he said with another grin, kissing Mrs Evans’ hand softly and winking to Petunia before turning back to Lily, “It was wonderful to see you, Lily.” He said genuinely, “See you on the train?”

She nodded weakly, and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. You’re still my favourite Evans.” Before waving goodbye once more to the others and disappearing down the street. Her cheeks burnt red and she stared after him, wondering what he was playing at.

When Lily sat back down, Petunia’s expression was murderous. But Lily couldn’t help but smirk right back at her.

Jily fluffy Christmas drabble - it’s 7th year and Lily wants to decorate the Head’s Office : ) (other Christmas-time prompts welcome!)

  “Ja-ames, Ja-aa-ames…” Lily’s voice rang out excitedly as she popped open the box of decorations.

  James purposefully kept his face glaring down at the parchment in front of him, the excitement in Lily’s voice twitching his lips upward despite himself.

  “What, Evans? I’m trying to finish this report for McGonagall sometime before the New Year,” James told her, throwing her a look overtop his glasses.

  “But you promised to help me decorate for Christmas.”

  “I most certainly did not agree to that.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “No, I’m quite certain I did not.”


  James sighed, setting down his quill before running his hands over his face and standing up. He stretched, raising his arms over top his head as his back curved.

  Lily gave him only a short look before becoming consumed once more by the box of decorations in front of her. Christmas was her favorite time of year, and as she was spending her last Christmas, as a student, at Hogwarts, she was determined to decorate anywhere and everywhere she frequented. However, as Professors and Prefects lined the halls decorating corridors, common rooms, and the Great Hall, little was left for Lily herself to do, which was why she had invaded the Head’s Office much to the apparent dislike of her fellow Gryffindor and Head’s student James Potter.

  Nevertheless, James shuffled over to her side, his hands tucked deep into his pockets as he peered into the container of decorations. Lily shifted uncomfortably at their proximity, but worked to ignore the mounting timidity as she pulled out bulbs for the Christmas tree Hagrid had brought into the office earlier that afternoon.

  What did it matter that James hadn’t asked her out this year, despite what she felt to be obvious hints on her part? And so what that he also hadn’t made any indication that he had interest in her any longer. Even though it was often on her mind these days, he was apparently oblivious to it, or perhaps just didn’t care anymore. There were hundreds of things for her to worry about, apart from her fancying a bloke who apparently didn’t fancy her any longer. None of this was important during Christmas. At least that’s what she reminded herself as she watched him from the corner of her eye.

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