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Christmas Lights

Got stuck on the roof putting up Christmas lights AU from this list. I really should write some Jily drabbles with actual Jily happening in them sometime. Naming sense still needs an improvement.

James Potter sat on a roof on a frosty Saturday morning, measuring the gutter with his thumb and pinkie. Wiping his hand on his grimy tracksuit bottoms, he pulled out another meter of Christmas lights. He ripped yet another piece of tape with his teeth as he draped the cord over the wall. Securing them tightly, he exhaled.

Kneeling back, James admired his handiwork. He’d been out here a good hour at least, and he’d gotten around a good third of the roof already. He’d be finished with the framework by the time Sirius gets home from work, when he can kill the git for taking both the spare keys from under the doormat and the Drunk Garden Gnome.

James cracked his neck, once on each side, and rolled his shoulders back. He turned to grab his next handful of lights when…

CRASH!

His arm collided with the ladder propped up against the wall, and it fell to the ground before he could catch it. He looked around himself, down at it, and swore. It was a quiet, icy December morning, and no one was out for him to call to for help.

James sighed. Laying himself flat against the tiles, he looked over the gutter, where a window ledge stuck out unpromisingly. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get himself down to there…

-

Lily Evans hugged her wooly jumper closer as she trudged out the front door, shivering. If she could just find where the damned newspaper guy had flung the paper today, she could get back inside to her waiting mug…

Hearing a gasp, Lily looked up and screamed.

“SORRY! Sorry!”

A boy, roughly her age, swung dangerously upside-down from her grandmother’s roof, eyes wide in panic. Grasping the gutter with both hands, he stabilized himself. He looked down at her.

“Um,” he said.

“Um,” she agreed.

He pulled himself back onto the roof, exhaling a puff of white mist. He rubbed his palms on his ratty joggers and bit his lip.

“Hi. I’m James. I live next door.”

“Lily. Prudence’s granddaughter.” She frowned, eyeing the neatly-kept house over the fence.

You’re Grandma Prue’s-”

“Grandma Prue?”

“Right.” James smiled. “Sorry. We kind of adopted her.”

Oh. Nan had been telling Lily over the phone the past few weeks about how some nice boys had moved in nearby, and that she really ought to meet them. They came over often to mow her lawn or to clean her windows, apparently, and apart from their angry taste in music, they seemed to be stellar neighbors in Nan’s view. And they’re so handsome, Nan had gushed, earning a roll of eyes from Lily. You’re lucky I met them after I married your Pop.

The last nice boy Nan had had Lily meet had been some kid from church, three years her junior and reeking of pineapples.

Lily squinted back up at the guy, the one that wasn’t the serious one or something. His jet black hair was tousled maniacally, and the cold winter air had tinted his nose an alarming shade of red. Nan wasn’t wrong. He was pretty hot, if a little unconventionally. She’d bet he was tall, too, though with him trespassing onto her grandmother’s roof, it was kind of hard to tell. His deep hazel eyes stared into hers, unblinking, observing.

After a moment, Lily raised an eyebrow.

“Um,” she said, “so what’s got you hanging upside down from someone else’s house on a freezing Saturday morning?”

James blinked. “I went and got myself locked out of my house, so I thought I’d get started on Gr- er, Prudence’s Christmas lights.”

“I can share, you know,” Lily smirked.

“Sorry?”

“I’m willing to share Nan.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

James’s gaze shifted from her face, and she watched as his eyes widened. Lily looked down too, at the red jumper Nan knitted her this year.

She looked up to find that James was sporting an identical one, except in blue.

“She said her granddaughter was in need of a sweetheart,” he said faintly.

Of course. She should expect nothing less from Nan Evans. “At least you smell alright,” Lily muttered with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah,” James agreed, then frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lily shook her head.

Lily turned away and, spotting the newspaper in the flowerbed at her feet, she bent to pick it up. Dusting it off, she lifted her face again.

“Well. It was nice to meet you.” She gave him a polite smile and turned to walk back inside.

“WAIT!”

Lily turned back.

“I almost forgot, I kind of can’t get down,” James explained apologetically, pointing to the ground, where Pop’s old ladder lay.

“You really know your way around, don’t you?”

“She is the best cook I know, so, you know. I come to earn some cookies from time to time.”

Lily lifted the ladder with both hands and leaned it against the wall. James grinned in thanks and swung his legs over the edge of the roof. He quickly climbed down as Lily held it steady. A light brush of his fingertips on the back of her hand as he reached the bottom made her stomach flutter, but she stubbornly pretended not to notice.

James landed lightly on the ground. “Thanks,” he whispered solemnly, shivering slightly. He pulled his hands into his oversized sleeves.

“No problem.” Letting go of the ladder, Lily looked him over. “You look kind of cold. Care for a hot chocolate?”

James’s face broke out in a wide grin. “That would be great.”

-

Prudence Evans sat by the open window, cocooned in quilted blankets. Her breaths came out white as she stifled a victorious giggle.

P.S. Many thanks to actualdramaqueensiriusblack thehappypuffle coffeecatsconnor whoopdedooimafangirl elabean ooliverwood and a few anons for their track pants expertise.

Merry Christmas

Merry early Christmas, because I’m going away tomorrow and I might not be able to post on the 25th!! x

“Well,” Mrs. Potter exclaimed loudly, peeking out the window, “It’s certainly the heaviest snowfall I’ve seen in a while.”

“It hasn’t even covered the ground yet!” James reached for another gingerbread cookie, which Lily passed to him from her place by the table.

“Ah, but it will,” Mrs. Potter winked. “Just you wait.”

Lily had spent Christmas Eve at the Potters’ this year, along with Sirius, Remus Peter, Marlene, and Dorcas. Sirius lived there now, and the rest had flown back to their Wizarding families on brooms, so Lily was the only guest that remained.

She looked out the window also. Mrs. Potter was right- the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger. Lily would have to hurry if she was going to make it home safely.

“I think I’d better head off home. Thank you so much for letting me come over.” She started to stand.

Mrs. Potter gasped. “Don’t be silly, Dear! You’ll get lost in the blizzard!”

James rolled his eyes.

“You must stay. You can’t even apparate yet!”

Lily smiled. “Thank you. But I don’t have any way of contacting my parents, so I had really better-“

“Actually,” Mrs. Potter cleared her throat. “I fellytoned your mother just before.”

“You did?”

Telephoned, mum,” James groaned.

She ignored her son. “I did. I popped over to the Swynfords’ just across the street. Cordelia’s a muggle, you see.”

Lily nodded.

“Your mother doesn’t want you out in this weather, either, and she didn’t know what apparition was. I got the number off James.”

Sirius snorted. James looked at his feet.

“So she said you could stay, and thanked me most politely. Of course, you can call her too. Would you like to call her?”

Before Lily could reply, Mrs. Potter grasped her arm. With a moment of disorientation, she found herself in a yellow living room. Mrs. Potter thrust a phone receiver into her hand, before leaning out into the hallway.

“Just borrowing your tellyfote again!”

“Go ahead!” A voice hollered back from somewhere in the house.

Lily dialled the number, glancing back at James’s grinning mother. After four rings, her own mother picked up.

“Mum? It’s me.”

“Lily! Tell Mrs. Potter thank you from me again. This is so nice of her.”

“You’re okay with this?” Lily’s eyebrows shot up.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t let me sleep over at Marls’s because she had a brother.”

“I wouldn’t let you sleep over because your room was atrocious.”

“Right.”

“Besides, James is a nice boy. He brought me flowers last time.”

“What does that have to do with-“

“You have fun. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The line went dead.

“Done?” Mrs. Potter beamed. 

“Y-“ Lily started, but with another firm grasp on her arm, Mrs. Potter apparated back home. 

Lily landed heavily, swaying slightly, but Mrs. Potter propped her upright. 

“Poor dear, not being able to go home for Christmas morning! The weather should be better tomorrow.”

Lily took a deep breath. “Right. Thank you so much.” 

“No problem, love. You can have the guest bedroom up by James and Sirius’s.” She turned to the boys. “No funny business!”

“No, ma’am.” Sirius smirked. 

Mrs. Potter looked him over. “Oh, that’s right. No funny business, James!”

James flushed scarlet.

-

Lily startled at a knock on the door. 

“Yes?”

The door swung open as Sirius dragged James in purposefully. 

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting up to meet Santa.”

He shut the door behind him with a foot, and seated himself cross-legged opposite Lily. James, frowning, took the only open space left next to her. 

“So,” Sirius said, “How did your mum get convinced that it was a good idea to let their beloved daughter have a cute little sleepover with two deranged wizards?”

“Actually, I think she told me to use protection.”

James choked.

“Good for her! Better safe than sorry.” Sirius grinned.

Lily rolled her eyes. “So? You were saying before. What did you get Remus for Christmas?”

“A pudding sweater. Matching.”

“Merlin,” James muttered.

“D’you want one too?”

James pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, turning to Lily. “Getting any new muggle magic this year?”

“I’d hardly call Polaroid cameras magic.”

“Well, they don’t move, but they come out on the spot!”

Lily shrugged. “I might ask for a television, for when I move out next year.”

“A telly what?”

“Well.”

Lily stretched her legs out, unintentionally hitting James’s foot. He flinched, just the tiniest bit, but didn’t move away. Lily froze against the warmth. If she moved now, he’d know it was on purpose. If she didn’t… maybe he didn’t really notice. She left her foot there. 

“A television. A little box that shows moving pictures? Like an inconvenient muggle photograph with sound? We have one at home.”

Them?” James looked startled, admiration in his eyes.

“Well, the smallest one there is.”

“Why didn’t I ask for one of them? I’m just getting a new broom.” James sighed. “Someone wore mine out trying to sneak Remus out when he was grounded.”

Lily looked up to find Sirius slumped to his side, letting out a little snore. Toppling over, he curled up in a ball.

With a chuckle, James leaned back on his arms, accidentally placing his hand over Lily’s.

“Sorry.” He moved it away… but not quite.

“Hmm.” Lily didn’t move away either.

They sat in silence for a few moments, fingertips and feet touching. It was awkward. Beyond awkward. Lily should move away. James should sit up. 

Lily should probably start breathing again.

Just then, Sirius gave a gigantic snort, rolling over. His mouth drooped open as his snores recommenced with a vengeance. As Lily stifled a giggle, James slipped his fingers between hers. 

Lily froze. Slowly, slowly, she looked from their hands, up his arms, to his face. She looked into his eyes as she nudged her face up. James, swallowing, leaned down, softly brushing his lips with hers.

“Merry Christmas,” He whispered, and Lily leaned back in. 

-

“James?”

“Hmm?” James pulled back. He opened his eyes slowly, quirking a brow. Lily tilted her head.

“The mistletoe… is over there.”

The twig hung from a neatly tied ribbon above the little sofa, twirling slowly. James looked at it for a second, sighed, and closed his eyes.

Mum.”

Wrong Suitcase AU Part 3

Has nothing to do with wrong suitcases anymore. If anyone has any title suggestions…

Part 1, Part 2

It’s been four days. Four days without any contact, and Lily Evans was going insane.

Was it too soon to call? Lily had conveniently lost her phone for the past three days, but when she found it again, she saw that he had only asked her how her day had been once. She’d replied at once though far too late, and he hadn’t sent anything back.

A click, a slide, and a couple of taps would be all it took to hear his voice again… if he picked up, that is. Unlikely, since it seemed like she’d managed to scare him off. Was it the Wiccan job? The t-shirt-keeping? Her face?

One moment she was walking down the street, glaring at her blank iPhone screen, the next… she was on the ground.

Shit.

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Severus attempts the ALS Challenge

LilyJames and SiriusRemus

“I am Severus Snape, and I have been nominated for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge by James Potter and Sirius Black.”

He pauses for a few seconds, glaring at the camera.

“The rule appears to be to throw a bucket of ice water over myself, or donate $100 to the charity.”

Mulciber turns the camera to the laptop that sits open in front of them. alsa.org/donate is open, and under Select Gift Amount, with a dead face, Snape types $100 in slow, deliberate taps. His fingers hover over the keyboard for a second, before moving to Backspace. He re-types $500, before scrolling to the bottom and clicking Complete Donation.

Snape turns back to the camera, his slick hair illuminated by the screen behind him.

“Thank you for the challenge, and I nominate Mulciber, Avery and Lucius Malfoy to actually make a difference.”

With another meaningful stare at the camera, the video shuts off.

jaseywantsthiseasy  asked:

Jily :3

  • Who made the first move; 

I think it was Lily in the end, like she figured out that she likes James back but he won’t do anything so she just pulls his neck down one day and holy merlin they’re kissing

  • Who said ‘I love you’ first; 

James. It kind of just slipped out one day when they were snogging, and there was this awkward pause where he’s about go just kidding and laugh and go off and cry and feel sorry for himself, but Lily smiles slowly and whispers back,

“I love you too.”

  • How often they fight; 

Only sometimes, but when they did it was followed by sexy times wink wink so it was okay

  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon; 

James is, usually, but sometimes he comes back from Order missions all hurt and tired and slips into bed next to a sleeping lily, who slips an arm around him and he just smiles

  • What their nicknames are for each other; 

Potter and Ev-no, Potter.

“You can stop looking so happy now, we’ve been over this at least a hundred times.”

  • Who’s the better cook; 

I think Lily, but James has a few staples that he likes to cook sometimes.

  • Their song; 

Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

“Come on Eileen Lily
Oh, I swear what he means (what he means)
At this moment you mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh, come on Eileen Lily”

  • Who remembers their anniversaries; 

Both of them ohoho

  • Their favorite thing to do together (besides sex); 

Dance around the house with Harry. Come on, they did it.

  • Who ‘wears the pants’ in the relationship; 

Both???

  • How they would get engaged;

James planned everything out and was all set to propose, but then one day, in bed in the morning, james just smiles at her and goes let’s get married. She says yes and wait are we engaged????? 

  • What their wedding would be like;

Small but tastefully done, with their closest friends and family.

  • How many kids they’ll have; 

Three ish. Or they’d plan for three but then number four kind of just happens because you know them.

send me your OTP

Great Expectations

A horrifically late birthday present for the amazing, beautiful, talented (h)ANJ (cinnamoncoffeecharms)! LOVE YOU TO DEATH. Thanks for putting up with my procrastinating self.

(also thanks to ravenclue for the idea!)

Expectation

Lily sits beside James under a starry summer sky, silently slipping her fingers into his weathered hand. She squeezes gently, once, a contented smile settling on her lips. 

“It’s nice here,” she says.

“Yeah.”

James glances down at her. Long shadows cover her face, and her facial expressions are hard to tell. James, though, knows.

They have been dating for two months, but it feels like he’s known her forever. He still glances over at her sometimes, just to make sure that she’s really with him, after so many years of secretly obsessing over her. He’s a lucky git.

He reaches over with his free hand to tuck a stray stand of hair behind Lily’s ear, and she smiles. Looking up at the sky again, Lily slowly leans back until she is lying flat on the ground. With a gently tug on their joined hands, James follows her, shuffling closer as he stretches his limbs out. James marvels at the warmth of her, just there, lying still beside him. Her bare shoulder touches James’s arm, but she doesn’t move away. 

James takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets it out. He tries again, holding the silence out as long as possible, before he bursts out,

“I love you.”

Silence. Lily stiffens beside him.

James holds his breath, not daring to move, waiting. 

After what seems like an eternity and a half, Lily turns to him. She lets go of his hand, instead letting her other hand trail up his arm until it reaches his shoulder. James doesn’t think he can face her, so he starts counting the stars.

“Hey,” Lily whispers.

21, 22, 23…

“Hey,” she tries again.

27, 28, 29…

James sighs, and turns to her. Her emerald eyes search his in the darkness, before crinkling in that Lily way of hers.

“I love you too.”

She reaches up to touch his cold cheek, running her fingers along the edge of his jaw. He turns his face into her hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm.

James doesn’t remember ever being so happy.

-

Reality

“I am going to burn you,” Lily says calmly, adjusting her foot on the point of the roof, “If we make it off here alive.”

James and Lily are hanging off a window ledge on the Astronomy tower at three in the morning, having badly messed up a prank. Fireworks litter the ground, a long way below them, and James isn’t confident that they won’t be next. Lily has managed to put her right foot on the very tip of the roof below, but James has only his Quidditch-trained arms to have faith in. 

 It was a nice two months being Lily’s boyfriend, James thinks. If they’re lucky, he’ll look back on it with some fondness as Lily runs off with some Transfiguration-prodigy git who won’t be putting her in near-death situations in the early hours of some bloody morning. If they aren’t so lucky, they’ll both die, whereupon Lily will find some attractive dead git to run off with, who also won’t put her into life-threatening positions because, well, they’d be dead.

“Fair enough,” James replies. He tries to edge his grip along the ledge to try and support Lily, letting one hand go to reach out to her.

“Save it,” Lily snaps. James pulls his arm back. “I’m not letting go just yet.”

James shuffles back to his original place, cringing as his foot whacks against something sticking out of the wall. His ankle is probably going to be bruised tomorrow. If he lives to see tomorrow. He laughs to himself. Bloody hell.

“James!” Lily hisses. James tries to turn his head to her, but then decides it isn’t a good idea as the wood above him gives an ominous creak. 

“Hmm?”

“Put your foot on that brick, test it for strength, and get yourself back up on that window frame.”

James lets out a breath. “You’re brilliant.”

“I know.”

“And modest.”

“HURRY UP.”

James creeps his right foot along the wall, pausing when it hits the object. Gingerly, he places his foot on it, shuffling along the wall until he can place a considerable amount of his weight on it. It shifts, just a little, but holds. Here goes. With a heave, James hoists himself up on the window frame. It doesn’t open, but this is better than nothing.

He reaches down, grabbing Lily by the arms. In a single motion, he pulls her up with a grunt to seat her next to him. 

“Now what?”

“I guess we wait to get caught. Or fall and die.”

Lily snorts, leaning back against the window. She watches the skies as silence envelops them.

“The stars are pretty,” Lily comments after a moment.

James sucks in a breath. “Yeah.”

“It’s a shame we’ll never see it again.”

“Yeah.” James laughs quietly. Lily’s frowning lips turn up at the corners.

She shuffles closer to James, pressing her bare arm against his for warmth. James hesitantly smiles down at her, but she is looking out over the forest in the distance. 

“It was a good life,” she continues. “I had fun. I traveled Europe with my family. I made some nice friends. I gave up on Petunia. I’d have loved to have lived to see her marry that cow, though.”

The window ledge creaks under them.

“I made Head Boy. I have three brothers to mourn me. I got you to hold my hand.”

Lily rolls her eyes, crossing her legs. The ledge tilts forwards, ever so slightly.

“Lucky you got that done before you landed us in this mess.”

James blanches. She snorts.

“I’m not joking. I think this thing’s going to give out on us.” Lily looks down, then up at James, an almost amused smirk playing on her pale face. James shifts his weight, and hearing the wood protest, takes a breath.

“Look, Lily. I just… I wanted…” He closed his eyes. “I lov-“

“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, “say something you wouldn’t say to me if we weren’t going to die and if you hadn’t gotten us into this mess.”

There’s a silence, then James opens his eyes.

“I love you, Lily Evans.”

Another silence.

“I’ll consider it,” Lily says finally, “But it will work in your favour if you get us off here without any broken bones.”

“BREAK HER BONE AND YOU BREAK YOURS, TOO.“

A broomstick appears out of nowhere, and James barely has time to catch it as it zooms at his crotch. A grinning Sirius pops up from under the roof below, straddling one himself.

Lily rolls her eyes. “Was that sorry attempt what I think it was?”

“It sounded better in my head,” Sirius admits with a shrug. He holds out a jacket to Lily, who pulls it over her shoulders as James mounts his broom. James holds out a hand to Lily, who ignores it as she swings her leg over behind him. 

As they fly off under the starry sky, debating how to get back inside the building without being skinned alive by McGonagall, Lily leans forward.

“I love you too,” she whispers, tightening her grip around his waist as the broom, surprised, drops.

Righting it again, James smiles. He doesn’t remember ever being so happy.

James and Sirius attempt the ALS Challenge

LilySeverusRemus

“So I’m James,”

“I’m Sirius,”

“and we’re doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.”

Lily raises an eyebrow at Remus. “How many times did they have to practice before they got the timing right?” She whispers.

Remus shakes his head. “They didn’t.”

“Thank you, Lils, for the nomination.” James winks at her, who blows him a kiss back. Peter mimes a retch.

“We’ll be nominating Professor McGonagall, Remus Lupin, and our good friend Snape. You have twenty four hours, or you donate $100. Or both.” Sirius grins at the camera, throwing his hair back.

With that, James and Sirius each takes a bucket of ice-water from in front of them, and Lily’s gaze wanders for a second too long on the tensed muscles of her boyfriend’s arms. Feeling her cheeks redden, she lifts her gaze.

With a nod, the two throw the water over each other’s heads, splashing everyone surrounding them in the process. Lily squeals and jumps back, but is too slow for James; despite her laughing protests, he wraps his arms around her and plants a wet kiss on her glowing cheek.

Remus chuckles to himself, holding his phone up to the scene in front of him. He looks into the screen, and his eyes widen.

“Shit.”

The fact that he was still filming is all but forgotten as he turns and sprints, a grinning Sirius with fistfuls of ice chasing him across the field.

tinylilemrys  asked:

Aah I just thought of a prompt! James Potter vs the electric toaster. I don't mind how it happens, but since at Hogwarts they probably toast things by the fire. I would love to see James practically jumping out of his skin when he makes toast with the toaster for the first time and the toast pops.

Here we go, noonesheretogiveitup. I’m sorry it’s so late (and short), but I hope you like it! 

The doorbell rang.

Lily Evans sat up in bed, bleary eyed. Rubbing her face, she padded over to her bedroom window, where she pulled the curtain aside. Who the hell is at the door at seven on a Sunday morning? She peered down at her front lawn, where a tall, scruffy-haired, bespectacled figure paced.

James.

When he had come to her at the end of term, telling her that his Muggle Studies grades had plummeted and he needed the help of a certain beautiful, smart, all-round fantastic witch, Lily had not-so-grudgingly agreed. He’d told her he only needed to see how some muggle kitchen appliances worked, so he could draw diagrams and hand in an essay. He hadn’t told her he’d be here for breakfast.

Suddenly feeling much more awake, she grabbed a hair tie from her bedside table before stumbling down the stairs. Pulling her hair into a lop-sided bun, she opened the door to bright morning sunlight.

James Potter jumped a little as the door in front of him opened suddenly. He looked up with a smile to find his girlfriend… in his Quidditch jersey. It hung off her petite frame, coming only halfway down her slim thighs and exposing a freckled shoulder.

“So that’s where it went,” he commented, feigning nonchalance.

“What?” Lily frowned, before looking down. “Oh. This. I, yeah, borrowed it.” She blushed.

James nodded, locking his eyes on her face as he tried very hard not to look down again.

“Right. Er… come in.”

James followed Lily into the empty kitchen as she explained how Petunia was at university, and he parents were out visiting a sick great-aunt who won’t be able to make it to the annual Evans family Christmas gathering. She threw him a wink as she washed her hands.

“So, breakfast?” Lily asked, pulling some overhead cabinets open to take out some peanut butter and a bag of bread. She tossed the latter at James, who caught it with one hand.

“Yeah, sorry I turned up so early. Did I wake you up?”

“Yes,” she replied, but she was smiling.

Opening the fridge, she grabbed two eggs and a package of bacon. She got to work, teaching James how the gas stove works. She pulled a frying pan out from under the sink, cracked the two eggs into it, and set it over the flames.

“I’ve heard about these!” James exclaimed suddenly, examining the electric toaster with wide eyes.

“So you know how to use it?” Lily asked, laying the bacon strips on another pan.

“Sure. You just… uh…”

“Pop the bread in the slot at the top, and push the side lever down.”

“Yeah, I know.” James nodded.

Lily smirked, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the eggs, which had burned slightly, sticking to the bottom of the pan. Damn, she muttered, using the spatula to delicately scrape around it.

After a few minutes, Lily heard a gasp behind her.

“Lily! Lily! The bread is actually turning brown! How do muggles think up this stuff without magic?”

Sensing trouble, Lily whirled around. James was peering into the appliance with one eye, when-

POP.

James gave a terrified yelp as he jumped, banging his forehead on the open cabinet door. To Lily’s (slightly amused) horror, he fell to the ground, where he lay still.

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dumbledoresphoenix  asked:

Prompt for Lily telling James that she's pregnant? I don't mind which form it's in hehe, have some fun with it :)

Thank you thefalloftheponds! I’m not entirely sure this was the kind of fun you were thinking of, but here ya go. haha

(If you want something fluffier, just message me again whooo)

Lily watched the dusk settle from the upstairs window, a sad little smile on her lips. Her tea grew cold in her hands as the lampposts outside flickered on, one by one. The room slowly faded into shadows, and yet she sat, unmoving.

“Lily?”

Leaning against the doorframe, James frowned. They hardly ever used this spare room, which stood empty now except for the small wooden chair in which Lily sat with her back turned to him. There was a war going on, and days when friends gathered, when guests stayed, were long since forgotten.

“The snow’ll fall soon,” Lily commented. “Enough to have a snowball fight, or maybe make some snowmen. Then when it all melts, there’ll be flowers. Daffodils, Tulips…”

She turned slowly, and as confused as James was, he felt that Lily had never looked as enchanting as she did now, half her face illuminated by the glow of the streets below.

“Tell me, James, did we plant the Tulip bulbs this year?”

James’s hand reached for the light switch, paused, and dropped back to his sides. He crossed the room in five strides, and wrapped his arms around her.

“Yeah. Just along the fence, see?” They looked out the window together at what was, for now, an empty row of dirt. James paused in thought for a second before he turned, wide-eyed, to his wife. “Lily-“

“I’m pregnant.” She interrupted. Her smile was still there, but was now framed by a streak of tears that ran along her pale cheeks on either side. “We’re in a war, we’re nineteen, we might not live to see the Tulips bloom, and I’m pregnant.”

Despite what she was saying, despite it all, James felt a grin slowly splitting his face. His eyes travelled down to Lily’s still-flat stomach where her hands lay, and back up to her expectant face. Gently brushing a lock of red from her forehead, he knelt.

“We are going to live. I sure as hell didn’t labour in that garden to not be around to see the results.” He managed to make Lily snort, despite herself. “We’re going to live; we’re going to see that I may or may not have accidentally planted a red one among all the yellows over there. The bulb was on the floor and I just planted it and I might have mucked up the whole colour scheme.”

Lily laughed. “That’s probably from the packet I opened before.”

“See? There we go. The flowers will be mismatched, they will wilt, the rain still won’t stop, and our baby’s crib will look out over the dreary lawn because Merlin forbid there ever be a proper summer day in England. We’re fighting this war so that our child, children, can make snow angels without fear of any of this. And as for being nineteen,” he smirked his signature smirk, the right corner pointed up in that sexy little way of his, “We’ll be the young and cool parents that everyone’ll be jealous of.”

Lily rolled her eyes, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “You already sound like my dad, you know.”

James chuckled as he stood up. He took the teacup from her, held his other hand out to Lily and pulled her out of her seat. “Let’s go make some soup.”

“You know,” Lily said as they walked out the room, “I think it’ll be a boy, with annoying hair like his father.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, and smirked at her. “Really? I think it’ll be a girl, with a temper like her mother.”

Lily smacked her husband playfully on the arm. Their laughter carried down the stairs as lights popped on, their bright orange glow filling the house.

The door to the baby’s room was left open.

Lily attempts the ALS Challenge

James and Sirius,  Severus, Remus

“Hi, I’m Lily, and here’s me doing the ALS ice bucket challenge! As well as filming this, I’ll be donating $50 to the charity.”

Lily Evans grins at the camera, adjusting her loose white t-shirt by the hem.

“Thanks, Mary, for the challenge, and I’ll be nominating Marlene McKinnon, James Potter, and Sirius Black.”

“Oi!” Sirius protests, lowering his iPhone, before Remus quickly pulls his arm back up. Lily throws him a wink.

With a heave, Peter and James lift the large container of ice water, and shuffles up behind the tensing girl. One, two, three, they mouth, before the contents are tipped over her head.

With a squeal, Lily jumps up. She flicks her dripping red hair back, laughing, and James is struck by how cute she looks, right there, with her gleaming grin and wet lashes and the tempting cling of her now see-through shir-

James feels the sharp sting of an ice cube hit his cheek. He blinks, and looks up to a smirking Remus, who stands beside Sirius with a quirked brow. Smug git.

anonymous asked:

Remus Lupin+books

  • Remus Lupin reads the most books out of anyone he knows, except maybe Lily
  • Wizarding books are cool, but Muggle stories are what he grew up with
  • He’s the Official Marauder Librarian
  • And someone always gets him a novel for his birthday
  • One day when Sirius gets mad at life, Remus hands him The Catcher in the Rye with a look and walks off 
  • Sirius NEVER reads, but goes through this book from cover to cover
  • Two days later, he hands it back with a small peck because the book just understood
  • Remus grabs Sirius by the neck and kisses him back, surprising everyone but most of all himself
  • From then on, they’re inseparable

octaviajoanramalan  asked:

How about Dramione (Draco and Hermione) ?

  • Who made the first move; 

Draco. Like:

H: WELL IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, WHY DON’T YOU-

D: I DON’T HATE YOU. I LIKE-“ shit "L-LOATHE YOU, YOU FILTHY-”

H: what

D: what

H: WHAT

D leaves without a word, but awww he’s blushing so much his face is like 10 shades darker than his hair and he looks like a bona fide tomato the cutie

  • Who said ‘I love you’ first; 

Hermione. Draco thinks he’s a monster after the war because of the whole, ahem, dark mark thing, and so hermione just tells him that she loves him so he should snap the hell out of it

  • How often they fight; 

All. The. Time. And neither give in, they just forget about it.

  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon; 

I can imagine Hermione being a clingy big spoon when she’s asleep, and it annoys Draco but at the same time he thinks it’s really REALLY cute

  • What their nicknames are for each other; 

I feel like they’d just call each other by their given names.

  • Who’s the better cook; 

Hermione. The privileged little pureblood probably doesn’t know how food is prepared haha

  • Who remembers their anniversaries; 

Draco, CUE BOUQUETS OF RED ROSES HEHEHEH

  • Their favorite thing to do together (besides sex); 

Arguing. Cute arguing.

  • Who ‘wears the pants’ in the relationship; 

Draco. Hermione. It depends.

  • How they would get engaged;

Again, red roses. Candles. Draco is a romantic. Maybe he nearly sets the house on fire and Hermione has to save the house.

  • What their wedding would be like;

Things are really tense at first bc MALFOYS AND DA CREW IN THE SAME PLACE?!?!?!??!!!??!?!??? but then i think they’d all get along in the end. (I’m kind of imagining Lucius as dead already)

  • How many kids they’ll have; 

A boy and a girl, yes? yes.

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anonymous asked:

james potter + food, sirius black + animals, lily evans + music, peter pettigrew + sleeping, remus lupin + dancing

James Potter + food

  • James is a big fan of food
  • BIG FAN
  • (The kind of fan who gets things thrown at him later in life by a hormonal pregnant Lily Potter- WHY crash DON’T smash YOU bang GAIN oof WEIGHT???)
  • And the Marauders learned back in first year to never ever ever steal his food
  • Sirius took a chocolate frog, you see, intending to pay him back for it later
  • Remus found him hanging off the wrought iron chandelier
  • ANYWAYS
  • When James hands a treacle tart, his favourite, to Lily one day
  • The other three Marauders’ eyes meet
  • Shit just got real.

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anonymous asked:

JILY

  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: James, more often, but it depends ;) ;)
  • who complains the most?: James. James the drama queen. (He is best friends with Sirius and all)
  • who’s the laziest?: James James James
  • who wakes up the earliest?: James, he’s the one with all the early-morning Quidditch practices
  • who does the chores around the house?: Probably Lily, but I see James doing the dishes
  • who is the most protective of the other?: James is of Lily, even though she insists she’s okay
  • who gets jealous the easiest?: James. Or maybe James just can’t hide it as well as Lily
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners:
  • You in that dress
    My thoughts I confess
    Verge on dirty
    Oh, come on Lily
  • “So has anyone actually ever told you how out of tune you are, James?”

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punkkore  asked:

Teddy and Victoire?

  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Victoire. I feel like Teddy’s actually a shy little puppy inside haha
  • who complains the most?: Yeah, Victoire. (And she casually tosses in french words because why not)
  • who’s the laziest?: Teddy, probably. I can just imagine him being told off by Andromeda
  • who wakes up the earliest?: Teddy. And he kind of just lies there admiring Victoire until her eyes flutter open too
  • who does the chores around the house?:I think they’d share responsibilities (cute vacuuming dance routines in the living room aw)
  • who is the most protective of the other?: Again, both. Teddy would be constantly making sure she’s alright, and Victoire would constantly remind Teddy that he is loved
  • who gets jealous the easiest?: Teddy. (And his hair goes moss green. He’s still working on trying to control it)
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: I don’t know! Ho Hey by The Lumineers? Something Indie.

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anonymous asked:

so if you want to write headcanons.... *rubbing hands* uhm... maybe.... Bill and Fleur after reading Rita Skeeter's article :D

  • “Bugger,” Fleur breathes as she picks up the paper 
  • She’d known about her daughter and Teddy from 6 months ago, but hasn’t exactly told her husband
  • She probably has just enough time to go out and find them, and warn them that-
  • Damn,” a voice mutters outside, “Fleur’s gonna blow a gasket when she sees-
  • Bill walks into the tent, the Daily Prophet in hand
  • They look at each other
  • They look down at their own papers
  • They look at each other
  • Blink
  • Shrug
  • ’Ere, ‘ave some coffee.

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anonymous asked:

sirius/marlene xx

  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Both. Marlene.
  • who complains the most?: Sirius, the drama queen (earning a playful slap from Marlene)
  • who’s the laziest?: I feel like they’d both be lazy (like ugh I can’t be bothered going to class, let’s stay in bed instead)
  • who wakes up the earliest?: Marlene. Sirius sleeps like a baby.
  • who does the chores around the house?: Sirius, maybe
  • who is the most protective of the other?: Marlene, of Sirius. Nah, both. I feel like they’re both like you hurt him/her, I’ll punch you so hard you’ll look like that guy we don’t mention
  • who gets jealous the easiest?: SIRIUS BBY
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: U Can’t Touch This by MC Hammer (I don’t even know anymore)

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