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The five times James gave Lily flowers and the two times he didn’t; or, How Lily Evans fell in love with James Potter.

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On her first Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts, Lily received lilies from five different people. She loved them because she knew her friends and that one boy from Hufflepuff had good intentions. She knew they thought it’d be cute to give Lily the flower she was named after. Everyone always thought it would be.

After going through it for so many years, Lily should have seen it coming and warned them. Perhaps she could have worn a sign around her neck starting a week prior that read: I do not like lilies.

But despite how unoriginal the flowers were, she carried them around proudly all day. They were beautiful after all. And she may have woken up too late to shower that morning so their sweet perfume was welcome.

That night she sprawled on her back on the floor by the fire with Mary and Marlene. They giggled about all the couples they had seen that day and the boy who had given Mary chocolates. Suddenly, James Potter’s face was looming above Lily’s.

“What on earth are you doing, Potter?” she exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly smacking her forehead against his. He muttered something incoherent before dropping a flower into her lap and bolting toward the boy’s dormitories.

“What was that about?” Marlene asked. Still lying down, she and Mary couldn’t see what James had given Lily.

“Nothing,” Lily said as she slipped the perfect pink peony into the billowy sleeve of her robes. How he knew her favorite flower was a mystery to her. But even more mysterious was the heat spreading across her face and the pounding of her heart. Stupid James had given her some sort of prank flower that made her feel sick. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

Still. She kept the flower between the pages of one of her transfiguration books.

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Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
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THE MARAUDER’S MAP

Seemingly out of nowhere, a tall boy with messy black hair appeared somewhere just behind Marlene.  James Potter-for that was who it was-pushed past everyone else and in one simple, graceful, and utterly shattering motion punched Nicolai Mulciber square in the jaw.
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The Life and Times by Jewels5

still the best character introduction though

Lily to the boys: Hey! So the other day, Marls asked us girls a question. Answer this honestly.

Lily: If you had to date any one out of you four, who would it be? And why?

James: What? That’s a ridiculous question!

Remus: I’m not answering that.

Sirius: Remus. Because he is hot.

Peter: Remus. Because he is the most sensible of the three.

James:

Remus:

Lily:

Sirius and Peter: *in a high pitched voice* I mean WHAT? THAT’S AN IDIOTIC QUESTION EVANS!

This fool that you have made me

so months ago @lilyjpotter-deactivated20171013​ (did she leave? I don’t know but i’ll credit her regardless) wrote a marvelous fic . I listened to that The Last Shadow Puppets song for 3 days straight. Then, instead of working on the last assignments of my bachelors degree I wrote my first ever fic. Let me know what you think, but be kind.


Fuck, she thought. Her heart was hammering in her chest and a blush was creeping up her neck. Her body was reacting like a lovesick sap. Her mind on the other hand, was ticked off as hell.

He came striding down the hill with his friends, robes flying, laughter pealing, that cocky grin plastered on his too-pretty face. Honestly the nerve.

She looked pointedly away from the hill and back at her friends, who, she noticed, had stopped talking. Instead they wore matching smirks.

“What?” she said, “Pray tell what is the joke this time?”

“Someone’s in an awful mood,” said the blonde.

“I think we know why,” replied the brunette.

The redhead scowled.

“Hey, Evans,” called James Potter.

Marlene and Mary started to laugh. It was only when Lily twisted her face at them did she realize that her features had smoothed into a smile at the sound of his voice.

“You two are imbeciles.”

“You’re in love,” insisted Mary.

“and in denial,” added Marlene.

Lily opened her mouth to correct, not deny, their presumptions when a sturdy arm reached around her waist and pulled her off balance.

“What’d I miss in Charms today?” he asked.

“It’s not my job to go to class for you, Potter,” Lily quipped as she regained her footing, though her voice wasn’t as sharp as she’d meant it.

James smiled sheepishly and shrugged with his whole body. The movement caused the hand sitting on her waist to tickle her, and sent jolt up her spine.

“I got injured at Quidditch practice this morning and it took most of the period for Madam Quinn to fix me up,” he explained, and then quickly added after seeing Lily’s reaction, “I’m fine, see? All five fingers accounted for and in working order.” He flourished his left hand to demonstrate.

“Honestly, it’s just a sport, no reason to nearly kill yourself before lunch,” she reprimanded.

James smiled, “You want us to beat Slytherin this weekend just as badly as I do so don’t even start,” he finally let go of Lily to ruffle his hair with his right hand.

Lily noticed that her friends had joined up with the other Marauders, and were doing a terrible job of pretending that they weren’t constantly peeking back at them and giggling mischievously. She shot them the V.

“So, Charms,” continued James.

“Right, er…” Lily tried to recall Flitwick’s lesson with little success, “I’ll have to check my notes.”

James laughed, “Lily Evans has to check her notes for Charms? What’s next, Head Girl, are you not a natural ginger?”

“You wish your hair was a brilliant as mine–”

“–the hair is off-limits, Evans,” his hand shot back up to his head.

“–I’m allowed to have an off-day, I can fill you in during rounds tonight.”

“It’s a date.”

“It’s rounds.

“Sure,” he said, and slung his arm around her shoulder as they reached the Greenhouses.

By the time they made it to the tables inside, their friends had paired off in a blatant maneuver to keep them together. Whether they noticed it or not, James and Lily filled in the open station just as Madam Sprout clapped her hands to signal the start of the lesson.

Herbology had never been Lily’s strongest subject, but she and James worked in a perfect tandem that had long silenced any doubt that they were the right pair for Head Boy and Girl. James was still the trickster that made him the half of another dynamic duo with Sirius, but now Lily was in on the jokes that they volleyed across the greenhouse. Professor Sprout didn’t scold them like she would have in earlier years however, because now the antics didn’t interfere with the lesson.

The warm comforting glow that surrounded Lily dissipated at the end of the period when James left to join the Marauders for lunch. After helping her tidy the station, he caught her arm and looked down at her face. Gently, his other hand reached up to brush her cheek. Her stomach fluttered.

“Got some dirt there,” he explained with a small smile. Her face reddened. “See you, Evans.” He walked off.

Disoriented, Lily quickly glanced around for the girls. Mary and Marlene came to collect her before heading up to the Great Hall. She continued to ignore their smug expressions.

“I wonder what Potter and his friends are up to,” she couldn’t help but muse aloud, “they ran off so quickly.”

“I’m sure you’ll see him at lunch,” said Marlene, “don’t let your separation anxiety get to you.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” she huffed, “I’ve survived the past six years without him, I can make it to lunch.

“Lily, this has to stop, just go snog him already before your delusions get so intense you end up hating him again,” Mary exclaimed.

“These mood swings will only be amusing for so much longer,” Marlene added.

Lily admitted the validity of their input, but only to herself. She wasn’t used to being flustered and confused and…aroused all the time. She barely recognized herself and didn’t want to agree with them for fear of her loony transformation becoming permanent.

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James was running late to rounds and Lily was pacing in frustration. Really he was only a few minutes behind and she had been early. Nevertheless, she was wearing a hole in the stone floor of the corridor and her pinkie nail had been bitten down to a stub.

“Evans,” she jumped at the sound of his voice. She silently cursed herself before turning around to face him with a weary smile.

He was grinning and winded and had probably just come from doing something Head Boys were supposed to discourage other students from and suddenly Lily was very aware that her legs were liquid and her expression was rapt.

“James,” she stammered. His brows shot upward but he said nothing. She decisively turned her head to stare down the corridor and carefully willed her feet to move forward so they could begin rounds.

They walked in a heavy silence for a moment before James broached the issue of Charms. Lily had indeed poured over Marlene’s notes after classes (she had, to her utter shock, forgotten to take any herself) and quickly caught up on the lesson. With a neutral subject to discuss Lily became more at ease. Charms was her best subject for a reason and diving into the theory and explanations allowed her to act like a real human being instead of the fool that seemed to appear when a certain Quidditch Captain was around.

James, for his part, demonstrated again why he made top marks without ever seeming to do much work. He paid close attention when Lily was explaining how to conjure a small snow cloud above their heads. After watching her cast the spell once, it took him only a couple of tries to replicate it.

“There you are then.” Lily smiled and shook the snowflakes from her vibrant hair.

“What’s the point to going to class at all if you can just teach me the lesson in a matter of minutes?” James joked.

Lily tried to frown but couldn’t help but laugh. “Who says I’d keep teaching you? This is purely out of pity for breaking your hand earlier.”

“Nah, you like it.”

“You’ve obviously never seen me tutoring the first years, or trying to at least,” she grumbled, “It’d be easier to hold the attention of a niffler with a rusty spoon than those kids with a Charms lesson.”

“We all grow up eventually, I’m sure they’ll get it.”

“Maybe, but not everyone is as uncommonly and annoyingly clever as you are.” It was true, but Lily still bit her lip for letting it slip. She braced herself for whatever arrogant boast would follow the too convenient, if unintentional, set up. However, James said nothing, but smiled tightly as his cheeks reddened.

Humility had discovered James Potter and it suited him as well as his signature smirk.

“You think I’m annoying?” he asked sincerely. She stared at him a moment, trying to discern his meaning. Their interactions over the years meant that this question should have an obvious answer, so he clearly was thinking of something else.

“It’s just so easy for you,” she tried to explain, “Not just because you’re a pureblood–because it took Fenwick the whole lesson to conjure the wisp of a cloud–And Marlene studies just as hard as I do. But you just get it. It’s hardly fair. Maybe you forget because you are a pureblood but magic is…amazing–”

“I don’t forget it,” he said, “I think about it every day. I love magic and being magic…and I think that’s why I get it. I do love learning, just maybe not always whatever lesson is on. I don’t understand all the little details you do, but, I guess, I trust magic, and myself, for it to turn out alright in the end. Well, that and I have a very good memory.” He smirked again, but his constant blush convinced Lily to respond.

“I wish I could trust my magic like that,” she confessed, “Sometimes I think that if I don’t understand every aspect of a spell it’ll slip away from me, I have to convince the spell to work, that I really am a witch.”

“Lily,” James said earnestly, grabbing her arm, “You are an incredible witch, anyone with half a brain can see that. Don’t let anyone, especially those Death Eater blood purists, convince you otherwise. No listen–,” he exclaimed, taking her expression to mean disbelief rather than a reaction to him touching her, “You’re the best witch Hogwarts’ got, you’re Head Girl for goodness sake.”

At first Lily couldn’t think of a single word to say. She blinked until she wasn’t caught under the intensity of his gaze. “I know I’m bloody brilliant,” she said finally, and smiled up at him, “you may be clever but I’m still the teacher here aren’t I?”

James sighed into a smile and released her arm, “That you are.”

With their lesson and heart-to-heart over with, they continued to patrol the halls until it was time to make their way back to Gryffindor Tower.

For all her time spent thinking about James Potter, whether in annoyance or, more recently, in longing, Lily had never thought that he could feel the same way about magic as she did. That it was this glorious thing that was at once bewildering and fundamental to who she was. It made her stomach flutter, that and the fact that he thought she was the best witch at Hogwarts. Even after almost seven years, he was still a mystery.

When they’d made it through the portrait hole and across the empty common room they came to a stop at the bottom of the staircases that split to take them to their respective dormitories. James opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly changed his mind and, with a nod, started on the stairs. But before Lily could begin her own ascent, he changed his mind again, turned, and leaned against the railing.

“Hey, Evans.”

“Potter?”

“Sweet dreams,” he said with a cheeky grin, and blew her a kiss.

Her hand reached up to touch her lips as if to see if the kiss had found its mark. They tingled with imagined sensation before she realized just how ridiculous she’d been for pining.

True Gryffindor courage bloomed in her chest as she called out, louder than she probably needed to, “James.”

He turned, having resumed climbing the stairs, and raised a brow at the sound of his name.

She allowed herself one moment to take in his face. The sharp jaw, now slackened with surprise. The hazel eyes that shone from behind his glasses. And that incorrigible hair that Lily could no longer keep herself from delving her fingers into.

“Get back here and kiss me proper.”

“What?”

“Do I need to make that clearer for you?” Not waiting for an answer, she climbed up to meet him on the staircase.

The force of her kiss sent them back into the railing. James reached out to catch himself before firmly placing his hands around the back of her waist to pull her closer. Evidently he recovered from his shock quickly.

Lily’s lips were demanding and James’ were eager, and it was a while before they broke apart panting, still holding their heads close together.

“To hell with dreaming,” she muttered.

“Right so,” he said, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her back down to the common room to find an inviting couch.

I love the idea of an everybody lives au with Remus and Sirius raising a transgender Teddy. Like just hear me out:

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Teddy would be around the same age as Harry and they would grow up together as best friends.
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Those two then meet Ron when the Weaslys visit or something and the three become friends right away.
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Later in their first year they Meet Hermione, they all find her slightly annoying at first but give her a chance and the four then become inseparable.
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Teddy grows up happy. Sirius and Remus always make sure he’s loved and taken care of, a huge deal for Sirius, and he goes through his first three years happy.
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It isn’t until his fourth year he doesn’t feel right.
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He sees the way his body is changing and he can never get completely comfortable with it and he can’t figure out why.
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He always hears the boys in his dorm talking loudly about getting facial hair or fooling with girls and he never knows why he can’t join in without feeling like he’s lying to himself and he’s so confused.
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Even in the 90s the wizarding world isn’t the most open place for queer people so he doesn’t even know options exist.
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He finally asks Hermione because he knows she’ll help and he trusts her completely.
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He meant it to be an easy little question about what he was feeling could mean but his voice starts to crack when he gets deeper into it and he breaks down in Hermione’s arms because it hurts so bad what he’s feeling.
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Of course Hermione knows about things like this to a greater extent than most and she explains everything she can think of about trans people.
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And Teddy starts bawling again but this time it’s for joy because that’s exactly all he’s ever wanted.
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He tells Ron and Harry the next day.
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They end up being fine with it of course after much explanation by Hermione on what it all means.
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Teddy starts going by she/her around those three. Hermione teaches her the little bit she knows about makeup and cloths. And the feeling she gets every time they say her or she makes her want to tell everyone.
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She starts with her parents. She’s not particularly nervous, she knows they’ll be fine with it of course, but she still feels a twisting in her gut every time she thinks about actually starting the conversation.
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She decides one day, a few before Christmas, at dinner that if she didn’t do it then she never would. So she says it in the easiest way she can think of, “I’m a girl,”. Forks stop scraping and two sets of eyes are on her. She feels tears well in her eyes, though she tries to fight them down. Before she can she feels four big arms wrapping around her and she just cries for what feels like ever.
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From then on she starts going as she/ her everywhere she goes.
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She always has Harry, Ron, and Hermione there to defend her against assholes. And Sirius takes her cloths shopping (“Dad those are from like the sixties no,” “I’m from like the sixties and you never complain about me,” “Dad just no.”) And Remus does research into muggle reassignment surgeries and just ahahahssg I love Trans Teddy au. Also nobody dying is a great thing too.

delta222us  asked:

Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I really like (and thinks it's cool) your art. I know you just uploaded a lily, but I was wondering if you might draw lily reading or studying? I just think it would be really cute! You don't have to! ^-^

I have a softspot for Lily and her occasional pranks.

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character post: Marauders
“We solemnly swear that we are up to no good. On this fortnight of October 31st, 1975, the four Marauders agree to follow each other until death do us part. We also agree to always keep secret the Great Power that we possess. Oh, yes- and one more thing. To make Snivellus’s life during and after Hogwarts a living hell.
Signed (in no significant order),
Padfoot
Moony
Prongs
Wormtail”

-Forever Alive by Mordred

mechengmama  asked:

Wolfstar 💙

I… really shouldn’t say what these two are up to right now.

It’s not what you think.  

No, really.  

*cough*  

No, not that either…

…remushasbeenthrowingaballplayingfetchwithpadfootforlikeanhour.


Send me your fav pairing and I’ll tell you what they’re doing right now

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