Finally Getting To Know His Godson.

Supporting his every step.

her heart was beating fast. 

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“If I’m not mistaken, this is an old edition. Excuse me…” “Sure.” “The information could be outdated. That’s a cute drawing.”

mischief (not) managed! 🐺 🐀 🐾🦌

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.

part v on AO3

He doesn’t need placation. He knows he’s an idiot.

And he will spend hours, days, hoping to pinpoint that moment when his feelings—genuine feelings—started, only to be left wondering if they have simply been here all along. If perhaps they were sparked the moment he saw her across the apothecary, bold beautiful green eyes stealing the breath from his lungs as well as the heart from his chest.

Perhaps a part of him has fancied her from the moment she first looked at him with her head tilted slightly, and he simply didn’t understand it at the time.

All of that time wasted, he wants to chastise himself, but deep down he knows it never would have worked between them then. If he had asked her out that first night at the pub—it wouldn’t have mattered.

She is still looking for more than he’s ever felt capable of giving. She shared her secrets with him and the night sky, and nothing about him has changed since that moment.

Read on AO3 || Start at the beginning

god, words cannot stress how much i miss this dude and his boisterous laughter

holding for jongdae: day [234/546]

» EXO’s CHEN for Dear Happiness, September 2016

listen i hate to say it, but the marauders fandom lowkey toxic! just let people live! everyone can ship whoever they want! u don’t have to read it! and u most certainly shouldn’t hate on people for not liking a ship just because you do. everyone is entitled to their own feelings and ppl should not be harassed for what brings them joy. fanfic brings comfort to a lot of ppl, ppl should not be hated on (especially writers) for reading/writing their own ships. that’s literally what ff is for. putting your own creativity into an already established world!!!

someone yell at me to finish this theogony side-along oh my god

Don’t think about Louis proposing again when he gave Harry back his ring.

Don’t think about Harry eagerly awaiting when he’d get his ring back, but not knowing when or how.

Don’t think about Harry trying to guess and Louis just laughing and being all coy.

Don’t think about Harry knowing that he finally got his ring back the entire time he was doing press in Venice and how giddy he was that even after over a decade Louis still knows how to surprise him.

it's a good day to be a larrie