She Didn't Know If She Helped Him With Her Umbrella Or If She Would Just Look At Him, Completely In Love.

RandomMarauders Headcannons:

all of them listen to ABBA, Queen, AC/DC, and Kiss

when on dates with Remus, Sirius always puts on eyeliner that he stole from either Andromeda or Lily

when at school, Regulus wears black nail polish (was a gift from Andromeda)

James hates orange juice

Remus plays the guitar

because of this Sirius thought himself how to play the bass

Peter is really good at Russian accents

there is no way that Lily and Remus wouldn’t speak about James and Sirius secretly

Remus had doubled joints in both his elbows and thumbs

'Smile!'

For the Day 1 prompt! @jilytoberfest

‘I still don’t get why you bother with that chunky muggle thing, we can’t even move in those photographs!’

‘You know,’ Lily’s sweet tone was betrayed by the roll of her eyes. ‘It’s nostalgic, and I can’t really expect Mum and Dad to frame wizard photos.’

‘Why not? We keep that horrible vase your sister’s given us, they can keep something of ours.’

‘You know,’ she starts again, ‘Muggles don’t usually keep moving pictures around, now I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would mean she’d have to hide it… and I don’t think Mum would want to hide any of us.’

James straightens his back. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we make too good of a family to keep it to ourselves. The Muggles deserve to see the handsomest of them all.’

That makes Lily giggle and peck her husband on the cheek. She reaches for the polaroid camera that lay discarded on the coffee table, James never figured out how to work it.

‘Smile!’ She exclaims, and right before the camera clicks, James starts tickling the small baby sitting on his lap. Lily rejoices, sure she must have caught the moment.

‘Mum and Dad are going to love this.’

James stands up, Harry’s head resting on his chest as he recovers from the attack. ‘I bet, they’re going to make a right fuss as soon as they see how much this little guy’s teeth have grown. Is that right, Haz? Is grandma going to send another letter complaining about how we never bring you over so she can smother you in peace?’ He speaks in an exaggerated silly voice that makes Harry laugh and reach for James’ face.

‘Oh, please, at least they don’t yell! If I get another howler over breakfast from Euphemia telling me we need to visit soon and bring Harry because they have more gifts for him…’

‘Hey, leave her be! You know she gets lonely, alone with Dad in that big house, her two kids away –‘

‘Talking about her kids,’ interrupts Lily, waving the polaroid near her face. ‘Is Padfoot dropping by soon?’

Harry seems to perk at the mention of his Godfather. ‘Pa’foo?’ He asks, big green eyes travelling from his mother back to his father.

‘Yeah, yeah, your beloved will be here soon,’ says James, talking to Harry rather than Lily. ‘I still can’t believe that was his first word.’ He mutters that to himself.

Mere moments later, the telltale roar of Sirius’ motorbike can be heard from outside their home, and the familiar sound makes Harry clap and laugh in anticipation.

‘Talk of the devil…’ utters James, but he was smiling from ear to ear.

Lily’s eyes roll back as she watches her husband excitedly go for the door. She follows them and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet look; watching her son smile big and squish Sirius’ cheeks in his tiny hands whenever his Godfather picks him up does that to her.

‘Heard from a little birdie that little Bambi was missing his Pa’foo?’ Sirius coos while kissing one of Harry’s hands, and Lily was sure that if she tried telling any of their old classmates the Tall, Dark and Handsome Sirius Black actually spends at least three days of the week making a baby voice for her son, they’d say she was mental. Oh, yeah, they’d require proof to believe that.

Struck by an idea, she makes her way back to the coffee table and picks up the discarded muggle camera before quickly walking back and snapping a picture of the scene. Sirius, noticing the click, finally stops fussing over Harry and turns to Lily.

‘I hope that’s not your muggle rubbish, Evans,’ he jokes and Lily laughs freely because she knows he doesn’t mean any of it. ‘I want proper pictures of this baby here, need this charming smile in my wallet to balance the dad’s ugly face.’

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to make do,’ she retorts and shakes the fresh picture as James makes an indignant noise. ‘And it’s ‘Potter’ now, you of all people should know, best man.’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure, let me see that.’ Sirius dismisses the conversation when he notices the picture developing.

Soon, all three of them are looking fondly at the blurry photograph in Lily’s hand and Sirius takes it before turning his attention back to Harry, who had started crying out for him.

‘You know…’ whispers James, ‘We are going to use wizard film for my parents. No this isn’t up for debate! Mum will skin me alive if I send her still, blurry pictures of her grandson – hey, stop laughing!'

Lily and James true ship name is Flowerpot (or Lames) 😤

their last days at Hogwarts.

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James: She didn’t accept my gift… Sirius: I cannot believe it! Lily: Don’t take it personally, she doesn’t accept it from any student. Sirius: McGonagall was his favorite teacher, just so you know. Lily: Should I…? Sirius: Oh Evans, only time will cure this pain. Lily: Good, I’ll only make things worse.

Morning routine! 

happy birthday to dearest Lily Evans. I wish we could all be loved as fiercely as I write you to be loved across every universe, lol.

theogony 9 is coming soon. start burning your pyres and gather your offerings, people.

I got this idea like 5 minutes ago and have been living in Saturday Night's Alright-land for so long, I'm letting myself choose joy.

7th-Year September 1st drabble below the cut.

James hastily waved off his parents with all the sincerity he could muster before he and Sirius started weaving their way through the start-of-term crowd on Platform 9 3/4 for the last time. To Fleamont and Euphemia, this was a momentous turning point, deserving some sort of emotional farewell or well-wishing, but to James it was simply an item on a checklist.

Arrive at platform: Check.

Still, he would've been more sympathetic to his parents' attentions had someone not delayed their arrival by oversleeping.

"Oi, slow down, Prongs. Christ!"

Sirius trailed behind him, navigating the crowds with more care than the other boy, who was charging through the crowd with a fervor that Sirius was all too familiar with by now.

James' eyes flitted rapidly from face to face as he made his way across the platform, searching for those brilliant eyes and the shock of red hair that he hadn't seen in much too long.

This summer had been one for the books, as far as James Potter was concerned, anyway. The freedom of being of-age with none of the responsibilities of school had meant a virtually unlimited choice of ways to entertain themselves this summer. Most evenings saw the soon-to-be 7th year Gryffindors—along with some other classmates—convalescing somewhere or other in Diagon Alley, finding little-known hidden gems of pubs or clubs, cooling themselves off with ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, or just causing general summertime mischief.

It was wonderful to feel so bonded with the others in their house going into their final year, and it had the added bonus of finally sparking that something between he and Lily Evans.

It was nothing serious—not yet. Just little stolen moments throughout the summer: a lingering glance across the table, inconspicuous hand-holding when they found themselves in the back of the group, the occasional goodnight kiss when one of them needed to side-along Apparate the other home. Little stolen moments that had been driving James mad these last few weeks Lily was visiting family and unable to join the end-of-summer hurrahs.

They had been writing each other, however, in her absence. She'd written him excitedly about her appointment as Head Girl, which was completely unsurprising to him as there was no better candidate (and he told her so). He had written back, nervously, and relayed how—incredibly—he'd been named Head Boy, only to be unexpectedly showered with congratulations and 'of course, it's unorthodox, but it makes sense'. They'd exchanged letters about the things they'd miss once Hogwarts was over, their lists of must-do's this year to fully glean the most out of their final year. They'd exchanged 'I miss you's and 'I wish you were here's and 'I can't wait to see you's.

Nearing the other side of the crowded platform, his eyes spotted that specific shade of red that had made this summer so superior to the others. His eyes zeroed in on Lily Evans, hair pulled back, Head Girl badge proudly displayed on her robes as she helped direct what he could only guess was a First Year into the train. His feet halted any forward-movement as his breath left his lungs.

'I can't wait to see you. I miss you.'

Locate Lily Evans: Check.

James moved forward with renewed vigor, her eyes finding his as the First Year loaded onto the train. A smile broke out on her face as he drew near, and gods how he wished he was able to get here earlier just so he could take in her expression that much sooner.

"Hey, you," she called lightly as he neared, looking up at him. "Big day for us, eh?"

Now face-to-face with her for the first time in weeks, after thinking only of her for the entirety of the time since she last left his sight, words escape him. Instead, he smiled down at her, at the anticipation in her eyes and felt sure in a way he hadn't felt with her in a long time, and bent down to capture her lips with his own, hand cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch instantly, responding to his kiss with an enthusiasm that caused James' pulse to pound in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the platform around them.

Kiss Lily Evans: Check.

James felt Lily's lips pull into another grin, and he took this as his cue to step back, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her, knowing that the excited glint in her eyes matched his own.

"Well, I meant leading the Prefects' meeting, but glad to know where your head's at," she quipped, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

James shrugged, hand flying to his hair with residual nerves. "Sorry, I was just...excited to see you."

Lily stepped forward, reaching up and pulling his hand down from his hair and lacing her fingers in his. Her eyes lingered on the sight of their entwined fingers as a blush painted her cheeks. "I'm excited to see you, too." Her eyes flickered back up to meet his, eyebrow quirking as she tugged him forward towards the train. "Well come on then. We have a meeting to run."

James followed her, gladly, as they loaded onto the train, feeling a little lighter in his step.

Be with Lily Evans: Check.

how did we as a fandom end up with jily when flowerpott is right there

saw this edit and thought of this prompt— enjoy!

Lily jumps into James’ arms. He stumbles at the impact but he’s able to stay on his feet as Lily buries her face into his neck. He grips her waist, hoisting her up, letting her legs dangle.

“You could’ve died, you idiot,”

“You would like that wouldn’t you, Evans?” he chuckles.

He sets her down when he feels her hold on him loosen.

She steps back from him and immediately punches his chest.

“How could you say that?”

His face falls when he sees that she was being serious. Soon, her nose scrunches up in a way only he knew. She began to cry.

“Evans?” he says, reaching out for her.

She pushes his hand away and takes another step back.

“No. No, I wouldn’t like it if you died, James!” she raises her voice, letting the tears start to fall before she’s sobbing. She covers her face with her hands and before long she feels the distant lingering of James’ hand hovering over her, unsure of what to do.

“I— Lily, I’m sorry, please don’t cry… I was only joking,”

She lifts her head from her hands, wiping the tears on her cheeks.

“Well, I’m not! It’s always fun and games with you! You don’t even realize what you could do to someone if something were to happen to you!”

“You’re not making sense, Lily”

“Do you think Sirius, Remus, and Peter are the only people who care about you? They’re not. I care about you, James…. So you can’t gamble your life away and die on me just to get a quick laugh— not now, not ever— not when I’m—!”

“When you’re what?” he asks gently

“Not when I’m this gone for you, you arsehole!”

James’ eyes widen.

“So— So you can’t just risk your life all willy-nilly like that because— because I love you too damn much to lose you before I can even get the chance to tell you just how much,”

Lily’s breathing is heavy, tears steadily streaming down her face as her chest heaves up and down slowly.

“You… love me?”

Lily could only let a slightly amused breath out, “Merlin, you are oblivious aren’t you?”

“You love me?”

“Yeah.” She answers nodding, “I do. So if— if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, well tough luck, Potter, because I don’t think this’ll be going away any time soon,” She says, bitter smile on her face.

“I never said I wanted it to go away,”

A beat.

“I don’t want it to go away.” James takes long strides to Lily, taking her tear-stricken face into his warm hands and kisses her.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. “I’ve had feelings for you since 3rd year, Evans.” He leans away, bending down to meet Lily’s eyes. “What makes you think I ever stopped, huh?” He swipes her falling tears with his thumb.

At this, Lily smiles but the tears don’t stop. All she can do is walk in closer to him. She throws her hands around his torso, presses into him, and cries into his chest.

James hugs her, one hand on her head, the other on her back. Rubbing her back and leaving soft kisses on the crown of her head until she stopped shaking and her breathing evened out.