burn through my soul
a fyre festival au because i have 0 chill, set in the ‘marble hearts collide’ universe bc ria asked for like an 80k companion fic, and because 36 of you seemed to like the idea. basically: it’s half fyre and half ust denial jily and a Big Mess.
most of my info is off the snapchat stories, articles and tweets but i’ve also done a lot of exaggerating, so take all reference to the festival with a bit of salt
It’s Sirius’ idea because, if it involves a stupid waste of money and the promise of celebrity chefs, it will always be his idea. And, because it’s Sirius’ idea, James is in.
“It’s ridiculous,” Lily says, scrolling through the festival’s instagram.
“No, it’s luxury,” Sirius says and snatches his phone back, “you wouldn’t understand.”
Remus raises an eyebrow, “she practically lives with you, I think she understands what luxury is.”
“And waste of money,” Peter adds, helpfully.
“I can’t believe I let any of you into my house, when you’ve just come to insult me!” Sirius pouts, throwing himself dramatically back on the chaise.
“Criticise your money spending habits,” Remus corrects, and just manages to dodge a throw pillow Sirius launches at him.
‘What does Potter think, anyway?” Lily asks, looking down at her own phone.
“Why does Potter’s opinion matter?” Sirius retorts.
Lily is definitely avoiding eye contact, “It doesn’t.”
There’s a murmur of disbelief, and Lily scowls at her phone, knowing that if she looks up she’ll be accosted by five raised eyebrows, because only Sirius has learnt how to raise both separately.
“But, seriously, when is Prongs back?”
“Well, Moony, funny you should ask…” Sirius smirks, “he arrived last night.”
Lily’s head shoots up, “but -”
“But what Evans, not happy to see me?” A voice comes from the doorway, and they all turn to see James leaning, not as gracefully as Sirius would have, against the doorjamb with a smirk to match Sirius’ on his face.
“How long have you guys been planning that?” Peter asks, and he’s not as fast as Remus so a throw pillow hits him in the stomach.
Remus laughs, “probably longer than they’ve been planning this festival bullshit.”
“Losers,” Lily mutters, finally looking away from James, pretending that her phone screen is more interesting than the bit of chest his loosely tied dressing gown shows.