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Stupid post dating James Potter things according to Lily Evans

because quite a few people asked me to do a follow up to this

  • arguing over silly stuff like who took whose quill subsequently causing him to do the jaw thing
  • doodling all over her notes and class
  • causing her to pay more attention to him than the professors in class
  • because really, it’s very hard to listen to Flitwick jabbering on about that really interesting charm when James Potter is playing with her hair
  • and playing footsie with her under the table
  • and muttering nonsense in her ear
  • (he does a good- albeit dirty- impression of Slughorn praising her that almost caused her to blow up your cauldron that one time)
  • letting her steal his jumpers even though they slip off her frame
  • and his t shirts
  • especially quidditch t shirts
  • she will never look at that particular stand without blushing again
  • when he gets them tossed out of the library because Mr Potter I’m fairly sure your hands aren’t supposed to be there
  • the jaw thing
  • snogging her in the morning before shaving so that his stubble is rubbing against her skin
  • snogging her in the morning after shaving and taking a shower which she totally WAS NOT part of
  • snogging her on their way to breakfast
  • snogging her after breakfast and claiming it to be dessert
  • snogging in the corridors
  • getting caught by professors snogging in the corridors
  • just snogging in general
  • James Potter’s mouth should be classified as an illegal substance
  • using his lap as a pillow in the common room while he tries to read the prophet
  • SNOGGING HER THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT
  • let’s be real though after he did the jaw thing she knew she was going to be screwed
  • (not in that way you pervs)
  • scaring the morons who go around spewing pureblood propaganda because fucking hell he’s James Potter he might be an awkward little shit at times but he could be downright scary when he wanted to
  • hexing anyone who calls her a mudblood
  • HEXING ANYONE WHO CALLS ANY MUGGLE BORN A MUDBLOOD
  • BECAUSE HE’S WAY TO NOBLE FOR HIS OWN GOOD
  • AND HE’S NOT GOING TO STAND FOR THAT TYPE OF BULLSHIT GODDAMMIT
  • (McGonagall totally turning a blind eye but once a while she might step in and give him a detention which he would spend marking first year transfiguration homework)
  • sending her cutesy notes when they’re sitting away from each other in class
  • sometimes he owls her these cheesy sappy little things
  • her friends find out and teases her non stop about it and she’s all indifferent on the outside but squealing like a prepubescent girl with their first crush
  • HER KEEPING THESE NOTES WITH THE OTHERS FROM BEFORE THEY WERE DATING
  • JAMES FINDING OUT ABOUT HER NOTE HOARDING AND WHILE SHE’S STAMMERING OUT A POORLY CONSTRUCTED EXCUSE HE GRABS HER AND KISSES HER
  • THE PHRASE ‘I LOVE YOU’ MIGHT’VE SLIPPED OUT THOUGH WITH AN EXPLETIVE STUCK SOMEWHERE IN THERE
  • (psh no I have not thought about this psh what)
  • the snogging getting a bit too enthusiastic and the other Marauders wandering back into the dorm only to find them sprawled across James’ bed with their shirts almost off and Lily leaving with tangled hair and a face redder than a fire engine
  • neither one slept much that night
  • because they kept on thinking about what would have happened if the shirts did come off
  • and then what would have happened if other things came off too
  • the stupid notes from before get slightly less cute and slightly more dirty each time
  • she makes sure to keep those away from her mates because even though that joke about her knickers was funny she’s not particularly keen on sharing it with them
  • he comes over to her place around Christmas
  • that was a disaster (her mum doted on him and her dad only wanted to talk about quidditch- 'um hello your youngest daughter just returned from Scotland after 3 months’ 'that’s nice Lily; now James, tell me more about what one does with the waffle’ 'it’s a quaffle dad’ 'hush Lily I’m talking to James’ 'I should’ve stayed in Hogwarts’)
  • she goes over to his place for New Years
  • that was a bit less of a disaster (his mum doted on her and his dad only wanted to talk about muggle things- 'and they don’t use their hands at all in this football thing? fascinating!’ 'dad can I have some time to talk to my girlfriend please’ 'hush James I’m talking to Lily; she’s much more fun than you’ 'told you so, Potter; even your dad agrees’ 'I think you should go back home now, Evans’)
  • trying to spend Hogsmeade weekends together but getting sabotaged by the other Marauders because Sirius doesn’t trust to leave them alone together after the dormitory incident
  • sneaking out to Hogsmeade so that they can actually go on a proper date
  • telling her that she looks pretty and gorgeous and beautiful even when she knows she looks like shite
  • their alWAYS TOUCHING EACH OTHER
  • NOT EVEN IN A SEXUAL WAY LIKE THEY WOULD BE HOLDING HANDS OR THEY’RE SHOULDERS WOULD BE TOUCHING OR SHE MIGHT LEAN ON HIM WHILE HE WAS DISCUSSING A PIECE OF TRANSFIGURATION THEORY WITH REMUS OR PETER
  • taking a leaf out of his book and calling people out on their bigoted crap
  • the two of them making it a game to see who could come up with a more inventive/ original insult whilst trying to stop the whole indoctrination thing
  • (Lily wins because she called someone 'as useful as a fucking bubotuber drenched hat’ and 'as dense as my sister’s wooden clogs’)
  • (James has no idea how she came up with those but they were damn funny)
  • BLOODY FUCKING FOREHEAD TOUCHING
  • forehead touching before their snogged
  • forehead touching after they snogged
  • that one time all the taunts about her dirtying James’ pureblood blood got to Lily causing her to breakdown and cry and he did the fucking forehead thing while giving her this long winded spiel that she is good enough and needn’t worry about what they say
  • him thoroughly snogging her in the middle of the Great Hall the next morning as one gigantic fuck you to everyone who said that she was sullying his blood or that the only reason she was with him was because it would grant her immunity
  • JUST THE TWO OF THEM BEING ADORABLE YET ARSE KICKING AT THE SAME TIME AND I’M GOING TO STOP NOW BECAUSE THIS LIST HAS GOTTEN LONGER THAN THE FIRST OKAY BYE
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Hi love, I hope you’re doing well! Can I request a young sirius x reader where he has a really big crush on her and tries to impress her but he’s all flustered and cute and reader thinks he’s the most adorable dork ever and she kisses him and dazed sirius arghhh, thank you, i absolutely love your writing !!!!!!! - Requseted by Anonymous

A/N: Aw, thank you - I hope you’re doing well, too. And thank you so much, that’s way too kind of you! I’m glad you like the writing, it means a lot, so thank you! x

If there was one thing you knew about Sirius Black it was that he had a way with the ladies. That he could smooth talk his way out of pretty much any situation without so much as batting an eyelid. This, however, was not the picture of him that you often saw. Whenever you spotted him he was talking loudly to his friends, making a show of picking on their latest victim – nine times out of ten it was jinking Severus, or irritating Lily.

And yet sometimes you spotted him just watching his friends, lounging back on some seat looking rather handsome and just watching. The way his eyes lit up, the pride which you saw behind them, was something which warmed your heart.

But the change didn’t spark anything in your mind until one day. You’d wandered pas the Marauders with your best friends, Gideon and Dorcas. She was determined to find out who you were crushing on, since her latest date had gone sour. Eventually you’d sighed and admitted that you didn’t know, but a guy that could help you with that Animagus homework that McGonagall had set? Yeah, that’d be useful.

So you were a little shocked to see Sirius in the hallway one day, teaching a little cluster of excited third years about the transformation which McGonagall had just done.

‘It’s a really difficult spell,’ he said, idly twirling his wand. ‘I mean, it takes months of preparation and you’ve gotta – oh, hey, (Y/n).’ He turned his attention towards you, a small smile on his face as he went to lean against the wall. He misjudged where his hand was meant to go, and fell against the wall – almost toppling onto some poor child.

‘Hey, Sirius,’ you said, suppressing a grin at him. There was something endearing about seeing him like this, a large book by his feet. There was a slight blush rising up his cheeks. ‘You giving private lessons in –’ you tilted your head to look at the name on the spine of the book ‘– Animagi?’

Sirius nodded, running a hand through his hair. ‘Oh yeah, loads and…’ he said, but petered out at the sight of the smirk on your face. ‘I mean,’ he coughed, shrugging somewhat dismissively, ‘I know a little.’

‘Reckon you could help me with it all?’ you asked, tilting your head to one side. ‘I mean, this homework McGonagall’s given us is terrible!’

Sirius nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d anticipated.

‘Eight in the library?’ you asked, grinning at him.

‘Y-yeah,’ he said, sounding a little flustered. ‘Sounds brilliant.’

‘It’s a date,’ you said, winking at him before wandering away.

To say that the study session had gone well would have been somewhat of an understatement. He really hadn’t been joking when he said he knew his stuff on them. The way he spoke about it all, the little smile which lit his face as he looked away from the book to talk to you, all of it was adorable. And somewhere in-between he seemed to get a little flustered by all the attention you were giving him.

‘Thank you so much!’ you said, grinning at the end of the session, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. ‘I really appreciate it.’

He waved a dismissive hand at you. ‘It was nothing,’ he muttered, looking a little flustered. And that’s when you did it. You moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips.

You pulled away a few moments later, and noticed that he followed you a little way – well, that answered the question to if it was the right thing to do.

‘What – what was that for?’ he asked, looking a little dazed as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. There was a wide grin on his face though.

You smiled back at him, feeling your own blush beginning to rise. ‘I – I mean,’ you stuttered, letting out a long breath. ‘I just wanted to say thank you.’

He chuckled slightly. ‘I think that covers it,’ he said, smirking at you, his fingertips ghosting his lips slightly, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners, I just found them on Google.

Solas x Lavellan: An End, Once And For All (Mass Effect Crossover)

In the next few hours the forward operating base would be overrun. If they had any chance of getting up to relay, if they could dock the Crucible to the Citadel. If Commander Lavellan could get to it and use the power of the mark as the Catalyst and destroy the Repears they might survive this damn war. Or at least the galaxy would. Those fighting to get her there would not. So many were already dead. Lavellan stared at the blue beam and cursed the wandering marauders, banshees, and ravagers protecting it. The relay was right there. The Citadel loomed overhead, and it was a clearly visible backdrop to the hopeless fight above.

Ships of all make fell like dying wishes against the night sky as the Reapers tore through the galactic fleet. Lavellan’s heart sank. Each ship represented months and months of desperate negotiations, now burning as they hit Earth’s atmosphere.

How many people on how many ships were killed by Harbinger itself? How many more would go down before it realized they were just a distraction? They were running out of time.

Lavellan turned to Admiral Rutherford, who was barking orders at the ragged remains of once mighty squadrons. He looked exhausted. They all did, and she was about to ask even more out of them. “I need a plan, Cullen.”

He sighed and wiped dust from their map of the area, hand cutting through projections of blue buildings crawling with a lot of red. She thought he was about to set down careful battle strategy like always. It was his way. Instead he pointed not to the map but to a cracked and broken road. It led straight from the base to the relay. Her stomach turned at the bodies already paving the way. So it was to be a direct assault then.

“Is there no other way?”

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