Ok But Like Can You Imagine After The Wedding Sirius Calls Lily “Evans” Because Of Force Of Habit

hii im so sorry ive been inactive lately!!! just preparing for college :) i have a jily fic up my sleeves that i am insanely excited to share with u all very soon, and i will say that it’s based off of my favorite audrey hepburn movie (roman holiday, 1953). hope u all are staying safe and healthy! love u <3

ah, to be an unfinished jily fic from eighth grade...

Prompt: James is a fantastic hugger and Lily, more often than not, gets caught up in his spell.

"You look like you need a hug, Evans. And I'd be happy to offer you one."

Lily glared suspiciously at James. He grinned angelically. "Please?"

Sighing, Lily reluctantly allowed herself to get swept into James's arms. James wrapped his hands around her and rested his chin on her head.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely adorable, Evans?"

"Bloody flirt," Lily murmured into his shirt.

She could sense him smiling. "I try."

There was silence as James tightened his hold around her waist. Lily involuntarily found herself cherishing every moment of the hug, never wanting to let go —

James finally broke away, leaving Lily weak-kneed and dazed. She already missed the comfort and warmth of James's arms, as corny as that sounded. Lily did not understand why the hug made her feel like this. In all logical senses, a hug from James Potter was supposed to be as repulsive as he was.

But it wasn't.

In fact, the hug was good. Great, even.

And that's what scared Lily the most.

James beamed at her as she regained her senses. "Feel better?"

"Worse," Lily lied through clenched teeth.

"Want another hug?"

Yes.

"No."

"Your loss."

True that.

"So." James put an arm around Lily's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "What's new?"

Sirius : Dear santa, I've been good this year.

Sirius : Most of the year...

Sirius : Once in a while...

Sirius :

Sirius : Nevermind, I'll buy my own stuff.

Lily rejected James. Again.

he knows whats up

Severus: Potter.

James: Snape.

Sirius: Sirius.

James: Okay, you just said your own name, mate.

Sirius: It was the only one left.

When they finally have a flat of their own, James carries Lily through the threshold in his arms, and they survey the walls that will soon contain their small family. Boxes litter the house, spilling out over here and shoved in corners over there. But that doesn’t stop them from enjoying their newfound freedom.

Hand in hand, bodies pressed together, James and Lily dance around the empty hallways, twirling in the living room and dipping in the kitchen, sliding on the wood floors with their socks. The record player is packed away, so James supplies the music, humming an off-key melody teeming with laughter and effervescent smiles. For a few hours, nothing else matters but this; Lily’s auburn hair swaying around her shoulders, her green eyes shining bright in the fading sun, their future together, exhilarating and endless.

Remus helping the rest of the Marauders study for the O.W.L.s

"Okay," Remus said slowly, making sure his friends were following along. "Let's go over this one more time. If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venemous. Got it?"

"I think so. . ." James said, trailing off uncertainly.

"Wait! I have a few questions!" Sirius yelped. "What if I bite it and it dies?"

"That means you're poisonous," Remus responded dryly.

"What if it bites itself and I die?" Sirius asked.

"That's voodoo."

"Okay, but what if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Remus was starting to get annoyed. "That's correlation, not causation."

"All right, but what if I bite it, and neither one of us die?"

"That's. . . kinky?" Remus said uncertainly. Peter laughed.

lily evans

Peter: I never know what to say to people at funerals.

Sirius: Oh, just say "I'm sorry for your loss" and then move on.

*a minute later*

Peter: I'm sorry for your loss. Move on.