#{ interaction: lily evans }

[jjameslily]

i lost it, but someone made a post recently about what if it had been lily on the staircase and james rushing baby harry upstairs and how it would have changed the trajectory of the story

and now i can’t stop thinking that voldemort would have still given lily the choice to get out of the way instead of killing her outright like he had james and her sacrifice possibly would have protected both james and harry and james would have to live in a world without the love of his life but oh my god harry would have grown up so loved and so protected by his father

and james would have made sure to tell harry at every opportunity just how beautiful and extraordinary his mother was and take him to out of the wizarding world often to make sure harry was connected to the part of his mother’s world that she fought so hard for. not only to provide harry the type of upbringing that lily had wished for, but also so that james could feel closer to her in small bookshops and neighborhood parks and flower stands of local farmer’s markets because even though she was gone, he would spend his whole life loving her and honoring her memory and waiting for the day he could meet her again

[wrenswreath]

"I love this fandom it's so inclusive 🥰" Of queer people? Absolutely. Of women? Uhh... about that...

[sunnami]

marauders era — the interactive story. [sneak peek.]

experience the thrill of being sorted into your hogwarts house all over again! who will you be in this story? a daring gryffindor, a generous hufflepuff, a clever slytherin, or an inquisitive ravenclaw?

will you be kind? reserved? bold? or, perhaps, mischievous? the choice is yours!

roam the castle corridors, attend your favorite classes and build your stats—go on a path that YOU choose!

spend your time at the library, or discover the secrets of the castle. develop your magic—do you like herbology or defense against the dark arts?

but more importantly, befriend students from other houses, or keep to your own circle, make enemies—or even fall in love!

(includes options for pronouns, any romantic path for the reader to pursue, etc.)

interact with these characters: lily evans, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon, gideon and fabian prewett, frank longbottom.

narcissa black, regulus black, lucius malfoy, barty crouch jr.

xenophilius lovegood, amos diggory, and more!

your story is yours to write!

snippet:

(this is a work in progress. a very, very rough draft that will undergo a long period of coding, writing, and editing!)

i have ALWAYS wanted to write an interactive story, not one based on votes—but one where a reader can stumble upon it months later and still be able to make their choices. when i was younger, i bought an interactive fantasy book, and it was the most magical novel i’ve ever read. i am so, so, excited to share this with everyone! it will be my first ever interactive story, so i only ask for a bit of patience, ueuue.

this is a gift for my friends, my wonderful readers, who have been so kind and generous to me, and so this is my show of love for everyone! 🤎🤎

feel free to leave any suggestions, comments, and feedback as i go through the development stage! i’ll be sharing progress and snippets every now and then.

again, thank you all so much!

— sunny

[rewritingcanon]

idk why im in such a bad mood rn but it actually PISSES ME TF OFF how the entire marauders fandom collectively decided to take this bum-ass loser character with one discernable impact on the storyline (regulus. im talking about regulus) and make him a super complex, three-dimensional MAIN character in the era that’s being literally paired with JAMES POTTER(???) when they could’ve taken a character who AREADY has existing complexities and everything they could ever want and develop them. but they won’t because that character is a fucking woman ☠️☠️

the way the black sisters would have the entire fandom in a fucking chokehold if they were boys. do you actually think sirius and regulus would be as cherished as they are now if they were women? hell fucking no, regulus would be hated on so badly. the way we were given narcissa and fucking andromeda too? here’s the entire fandom yapping on and on about how cool regulus is for rebelling against the dark lord when narcissa was doing it and fucking getting away with it too (because she’s better and doesn’t suck ass). here’s andromeda going against her entire bloodline ON HER OWN but yet shes still so overshadowed by sirius (who literally came after her). then you got bellatrix who is canonly one of the most powerful (and cuntiest) witches in the hp-verse and you decide to go and develop BARTY instead. think about it. they’re both crazy except one is more of a loser and is a male so of course the fandom will choose him.

and then. of course. lily evans who is literally the mother of the entire verse itself is still out here fighting for literal recognition and development from the fandom. and those mfs still give it to regulus instead ☠️☠️

[yallthemwitches]

“He’s a muggleborn too, I think that’s why she likes him,” James says, now talking to no one but himself and the ceiling. “He listens to all the same muggle music, watches films… they probably go do cool muggle things like fairs and refrigerators… ride airplanes…”

“Mate, I don’t think you do a refrigerator.”

James ignores him, barreling onwards. “Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, basking in the feeling of how soft her skin was on my bloody arm like a fool.”

A little two-part, (sorta) matchmaker Sirius extravaganza because...I love THEM. 

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

“You’ve been in here for thirty seconds and already made two dramatic sighs so just spare me and tell me what's wrong.”

James presses his face into his pillow, arms hanging off the sides of his bed.

“Evans was helping me study for potions.”

“That frigid bitch.”

James turns and casts his mate an icy glare, inciting a grin in return. Burrowing back into his pillow, he cards both hands through the back of his hair, the tips stand completely upright.

“It’s not just that—she laughed when I made a joke.”

“The nerve —”

“And she touched my arm…not grabbed it, but you know…touched it.”

“And I thought little miss perfect Evans would want to save herself for marriage.”

“Padfoot.”

Sirius sighs, throwing the magazine down in defeat. He had hoped sarcastic deflection would get him through this rendition of ‘Prong’s Big Feelings’ but chances were now slim to nothing.

“Look, Prongs,” Sirius says, moving to sit on the side of the bed, “I’m glad you and Evans have worked out some weird, masochistic agreement that resembles being mates, really I do. But unless you have something juicy to tell me, I really don’t need a theatrical play by play.”

James flips himself over to stare at the ceiling, shrouding his vision with his forearm.

“What the fuck are you talking about? This is juicy. She touched me.”

“No—she brushed your arm. Juicy would be if she touched your—”

“Sirius please,” James turns to him, face completely flushed. “Just don’t—for once. This is sacred— Evans is sacred. She’s perfect. She touched me .”

“Yes, we’ve covered that.”

Sirius glares at the door, trying to use whatever bunk he retained from third year divination to will Remus into the room and take James’ wallowing off his hands. No luck.

“Do you think she is still hooking up with Altwood?”

He holds back a sigh. Ever since Remus had caught Evans and Altwood looking at anything other than stars on top of the astronomy tower months ago, James had spiraled into some sort of trench that only got bigger as his friendship with her grew.

“He’s a muggleborn too, I think that’s why she likes him,” James says, now talking to no one but himself and the ceiling. “He listens to all the same muggle music, watches films… they probably go do cool muggle things like fairs and refrigerators… ride airplanes…”

“Mate, I don’t think you do a refrigerator.”

James ignores him, barreling onwards. “Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, basking in the feeling of how soft her skin was on my bloody arm like a fool.”

Sirius stares at his friend. James is his best mate, smartest bloke in school (well, besides himself), quidditch captain, heartthrob of at least every girl who wasn’t in love with him—and yet he still found the energy to be a pathetic idiot. Honestly, it would be admirable if it wasn’t so bloody annoying.

“You know–you could just talk to her? I mean you claim you are mates now.”

James turns his head to look at him, the sheer mask of pain twisting his features being enough of a response.

“ Or–,” Sirius back pedals, “You could push all your feelings way way down and never talk about them again. Healthy, normal.”

“Yeah–that, that seems better.”

A silence passes between them, calm enough that it almost has Sirius convinced the conversation has sorted itself— almost. He knows James, has deciphered all possible combinations of his mannerisms like translating runes. Silence and James Potter do not cohabitate long.

Five, four, three, two—

“Did I mention she also smells really good—”

“Fuck it, I’m going to go read in the common room.”

He doesn’t wait to hear whatever nonsense James yells after him, taking three giant steps towards the door and bounding down the staircase.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t tolerate his mate’s constant pining—it definitely was bloody better than the quidditch gibberish he otherwise spouted in his free time—but if he was being honest, it was just so boring.

All the ho-humming and pining would at least be interesting if it was impossible for them to end up together, but it was actually entirely plausible and—if he was reading the room correctly– more imminent than his poor, lovesick idiot of a friend could comprehend. Remus might think it was best to let it sort itself out on its own, but he was having a harder and harder time not just taking both their heads and smashing them together.

So maybe that’s why when he finds Lily sitting in the common room he doesn’t kick out the group fo first years taking his coveted spot near the fireplace but sits just across from her, settling in with a piercing gaze that will only take a matter of time before—

“Don’t do that.”

Lily doesn’t look up from her book, flipping the page with a flick of a finger as she chews the inside of her cheek in focus. Her red hair falls gently into her face and she blows a strand away, an action that would make James thump his foot like a rabbit in heat.

“Do what?”

“Stare at me like that—it's gonna make your harem of admirers think you fancy me or something.”

She flicks her eyes over to a corner of girls who had started twittering the second he stepped foot into the room. Leaning over and giving a small wave, the girls bow their heads inwards and a fresh burst of squeals starts anew.

“What if I do fancy you?”

She gives him a hollow, exasperated stare for a couple seconds as though waiting for a punchline but he offers none, letting an unwavering smile grace his face. He waits until she goes back to her book, then continues.

“I just don’t get it, Evans.”

She makes a loud sigh, slamming the book shut.

“Alright Black–you win, you have the floor. What do you want?”

Her nostrils flair, something that he has long learned means she has reached a fighting mood. His favourite Evans iteration.

“I just don’t get how you make all these blokes go absolutely nutter, yet you are just like–,” he makes a sweeping gesture up and down her body, “--sitting here, without a single fuck to give.”

He expects the comment to rile her more, but instead her mouth twitches, a rebuttal already ready to go.

“You’re one to talk—cock tease of Gryffin—”

“How’s Robbie by the way?” He cuts her off, already getting bored of her jab. Lily reels back, eyebrows arching above her fringe.

“Do you mean Robert?”

“Yeah, blonde bloke, yea high, apparently shagging you—”

Lily opens her mouth, then clamps it shut, the cogs in her brain moving quickly. Sirius waits, a calm, innocent smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m not shagging him.”

“You were shagging him, then.”

“No—well, I mean–” she teeters off, frustration growing on her face.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but it was a one time thing. I didn’t want anything else from it and he was ok with that.”

“How very progressive of you.”

“What can I say, I’m a sexually liberated woman,” she quips back. Look at them go—having only a somewhat hostile conversation.

“I gathered from your constant lack of bra.”

A line of blush crosses her cheeks and she crosses her arms over her chest. Sirius' grin falters. Oops maybe too far.

“It’s just odd that a bird like you can have tits like that and a bum like that–”

“Jesus Christ, Black.”

“–and apparently only care to...” he turns his head, catching the title of her book, “...read Gravity’s Rainbow, drive my best mate completely nutter, and be good at potions."

He finishes his monologue, expecting to immediately feel the consequences of his admittedly shallow evaluation of her as a person, but instead she just blinks at him, chewing again at the inside of her cheek.

“What’d you mean ‘drive your best mate completely nutter’---James and I just study together sometimes.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Dealing with one oblivious person was one thing, but two. He should be deemed a martyr, get some sort of saintdom for the amount of bullshit he slogs through on a daily basis. Why doesn’t Remus have to deal with this? Where is that lazy arsehole anyway?

“Evans,” he sings, a low teasing tone that he hopes imbues everything so he doesn’t have to elaborate.

“I’m being serious. Him and I are just mates. He told me—”

“Evans.” A little harder now, with feeling.

Lily opens her mouth and shuts it again, looking down at her lap to the book that has long been abandoned. Feelings have never been his strong suit, but he can tell something is working hard in that pretty little brain of hers.

“He can’t still fancy me,” she murmurs, “He was shagging Elodie just last weekend.”

“Excuse me?” It’s Sirius’ turn to look incredulous, brows knitting in confusion.

“That’s what I heard from Mildred—he shagged her under the quidditch stands.”

It would be funny if he wasn’t so taken aback. Not only had James definitively not shagged Elodie McLauren under the quidditch stands (though a hilariously horrible place to do so), but in some sort of twist of irony he distinctly remembers that what James had been doing at the time in question was dissecting yet another study session in which he swore that Lily had changed shampoos because she had smelled “less like cinnamon and more like roses.”

“Fuck Evans, no—Merlin’s tits can’t you girls find better hobbies— James was with me all last weekend. Ask Remus or Pete, they’ll say the same.”

Lily’s eyes blink rapidly, looking rounder than before. Her lips part and a flash of white teeth bite down against her lip. If James was here he would die.

“So–,” she said slowly. “Potter didn’t shag Elodie?”

“No. Not even a little bit.”

She shifts so her feet are on the ground and her elbows are propped on her knees.

“And you are sure about that?”

“Evans, listen—if James stuck his prick—”

“Black.”

“Sorry,” Sirius huffs, “--if James had coitus–, ” he shoots her a sarcastic, affirming nod, “--then I promise I’d be the first to know about it. Trust me, I live with him.”

Lily stares at him as though he has turned to dust, looking past the common room and into some deep unknowable place where all her secrets reside. Things start to click into place, Sirius’ brain piecing things together as though working through an extremely difficult arithmancy equation. A grin creeps onto his face, a real one—the kind that resembles a predatory animal before eating their prey.

“Hey, quick question, Evans. Why are you so invested in James’—”

A thump reverberates into the room and both Lily and Sirius look up. James stands at the bottom step from the dorms, looking like he just showered with his hair still damp. His mouth hangs ajar, eyes flickering from Lily to Sirius, a look of utter betrayal embedded in the hard line of his mouth.

“Pads, we going to Hogsmeade or what?”

He moves slowly towards them, his eyes now focused solely on Sirius, looking more and more flushed with every step. With what seems like a lot of mental struggle, he turns towards Lily.

“Hey Evans–uh, thanks again for the help earlier. Are—,” James stammers, his attention now finding something utterly fascinating in the floorboards. “Are you going to Hogsmeade today?”

Lily straightens up, her book falling to her feet with a clunk. She grasps at the wisps of hair that reach her chest, curling the ends around her fingers.

Honestly, it would be painful to watch if it wasn’t so bloody hilarious.

“Yeah—have some errands to do,” her tone has changed but Sirius can’t put a finger on it. More airy? Amicable?

“Right.”

James turns like a wooden soldier, eyes burning into Sirius.

“Well, c’mon mate. Remus is waiting.”

He turns away from Lily so she can’t see his face and makes a scrunching expression that means What the fuck are you doing but Sirius ignores it, yawning as he stands up.

“Bye Evans—always a pleasure chatting with a sexually liberated woman. ”

He shoots her a smile, and both Lily and James’ faces burn redder than the Gryffindor banners. He knows in about five seconds he will have to pay for it, watching the questions flash past James’ eyes like a conga line-–but what was that saying about begging for forgiveness?

[vinylfoxbooks]

September 29 - Miss | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 530

“Is there anything that I can do to help out right now, Mr. Black?” A gentle voice that has rapidly become familiar says, just behind Regulus.

The teacher quickly gives his instructions to the student that he’s watching over before turning to the woman, “Not that I can think of, Miss Potter, but thank you.” 

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she smiles, “It’s Evans now, the divorce has been finalised and I wanted to go back to my maiden name.”

“Of course, we can work that out with the school’s system at some point this week, I’m glad things have all been sorted out. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you and Mr. Potter divorce?” 

The woman smiles softly, “Oh Harry’s obsessed with his father, you’ve probably heard the world of him.” She shakes her head, “It’s nothing bad, we just… our love wasn’t romantic like it used to be.”

“I’m glad that everything was amicable then, things like divorce can be hard on children, and while I doubt that you’ll be giving him any issues, I’ll make it clear that I can be a listening ear for Harry.”

“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you, Mr. Black.” Then she furrows her brows, quickly leaning down to help a child with the craft that they’re working on, “You haven’t met my hu- ex-husband have you?”

Regulus shakes his head, “I don’t believe I have. I understand that he was helping out with today, but I don’t think he and I have crossed paths.” 

The woman takes a moment to gesture to where a group of kids are sitting around playing with some of the water toys at a table. With them is a man seemingly explaining how putting a block in the way of a channel of water stops the water from flowing, “That’s him.” And Regulus feels nearly frozen watching the man. He has a kind smile on his face and he’s talking to the kid with such kind patience. They’re near enough that Regulus is able to hear the man’s echoing laugh when the kid says or does something. He’s broad, clearly fit, and looks dorky in the outfit that he’s wearing alongside round glasses that sit low on his nose. 

Lily seems to pick up on his thought process, as she lets out her own gentle laugh, “He gets that a lot.”

“How did you manage to not get jealous all the time?” Regulus blurts before shaking his head, “My apologies that were… unprofessional.” 

“Your brother is dating my best friend,” Lily smiles, “I don’t think you need to worry about being all that professional with me. And to answer your question, I just had to get used to it. That man is loyal, almost to a fault, and incredibly oblivious to people flirting with him so I never had any reason to be… nervous about people flirting with him. And I mean, he was my husband, I understood.”

“You’re better than me.” Regulus hums, but leaves it at that, tearing his eyes away from the man smiling and playing with the children to help out the kids that he himself is watching over.

[jadedgravity]

*Baby Harry making James pretend food*

Harry: what do you want

James: can I get a burger and fries

Harry: we don't have fries

James: then can I get a burger and-

Harry: we don't have burgers

James: what do you have

Harry *holds up fake spatula*

James: well can I have that

Harry: no I need that to cook the burgers

[foursaints]

is women's hockey a thing? cause i can totally see aggressive no-nonsense hockey player lily who had a brief thing with barty and tries to woo fairy princess figure skater pandora out of spite but actually finds she really likes her. bcs of that forced proximity shit or whatever barty and lily are not on i-catch-you-in-public-ill-rip-out-a-vital-organ terms anymore.

i'm sorry because the pandalily content in this ask is legit amazing but... the way that figure skater!barty & hockey player!lily would interact is making me fucking INSANE

no-nonsense women's hockey player lily. she's this hassled team leader with a lucky mouthguard and a sweaty ponytail. and barty keeps gracefully (gracefully!) swanning up with his fuckass thermal pullover and tongue piercing? to condescendingly pat her head??

she throws a dasani water bottle at his head in the middle of olympic village and it goes viral on snapchat. his hotel room is right next to hers and he always makes sure to be LOUD AS FUCK when kicking his nightly hookups out. they keep catching each other doing insomniac stress-stretches in the hallways at 3am?

i think SHE calls HIM "princess" but is continually surprised by how fucking built he is whenever she sees him at the village gym. he's an entire foot taller than her. he has an Adidas sponsorship & hers is with Nike but they both want to swap. she looks unfairly adorable putting KT tape on her calves? they definitely have a blood feud but he ended up being the person sitting with her in the nurse's office when a puck knocked her tooth out during practice?

[jaylienpotter]

Lily: what's your favourite colour?

James: orange.

Lily: orange? No one's favourite colour is orange.

James: it is! It's the colour of the sun, I mean, the real colour. It's the colour of the sunset. The colour of the leaves during autumn, symbolosing change, a cycle, a new beginning. *pause* It's the colour of your hair. *looks at her and smiles*

Lily:

Lily: *smiles*

[ofqueensandwitches]

I don’t mind fan theories and shipping anything you want (even the toxic ones because that just shows me the kind of person one is), but it still makes my eye twitches when I see a 13 year old TikTok saying how James had never loved Lily and he only married her responsibility because he accidentally knocked her up after sleeping with her out of grief from losing Regulus. And the kid, who apparently never read the books, only watched some of the movies, and only ever saw the (admittedly really cool) edits, wouldn’t accept anyone telling them otherwise

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

HOW DO I GET JEGULUS OFF OF MY FEED? HOW? I’M HERE FOR WOLFSTAR AND SUNFLOWER AND DORLENE NOT JEGULUS PEASE HELP.

[jfleamont]

Hey for your jily muse, out of order <3

Okay this is unforgivable, I know. You sent this prompt over two months ago. TWO. This ask has been sitting in my inbox since the 18th of January, so you probably won't even remember sending this but I promise you I've been thinking about it constantly and waiting to have free time to work on it and I have this tendency to leave things unfinished so this is me working through that as well lol

Without further ado, here it is ❤️

Out of Order - 744 words

Evans is in the boys' bathroom. She's in the boys' bathroom and she's crying.

One of her hands is gripping the sink, while the other fruitlessly wipes the tears that keep escaping.

She hasn't noticed his arrival, and Sirius doesn't bother clearing his throat. “I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for this.”

She makes a startled noise and turns to face him, her expression a mixture of anger and sadness. It's comical, really, so Sirius laughs.

“There is,” she mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jumper. Her voice lacks the edge she usually aims at him— and at James, too, though Sirius can't help but notice a slight difference there.

He walks towards her and hands her his monogrammed tissue - he's never used it for this purpose specifically, but it has proved to be useful during the occasional prank or after a rough full moon - which she grabs immediately. She doesn't thank him, but he doesn't expect her to.

“Ah well, that's all I needed to know. It's not like you're invading my personal space or something.”

She lifts an eyebrow and eyes him curiously, looking more like her usual self. “I'm sorry, is there a plaque or an inscription that I haven't noticed? Does House Black monogram bathrooms as well as tissues?”

“Not that I'm aware of, no. Don't give my mother ideas, though, she might actually try to do that.”

She makes an attempt at a smile, but it quickly turns into a quiet sob.

“Apparently there can only be one crying girl per bathroom, and Myrtle has claimed the one across the corridor as hers so it's out of order,” she explains as she tries to regain control of her emotions, “and I thought this one was empty since everyone is heading down to watch the match.”

“You were right... for the most part. Why aren't you going then?”

“No reason,” she replies, her voice even, but she's not looking at him.

Sirius thinks he knows why. He suspects it has to do with the good luck kiss that Cornelia Kettleburn gave James at breakfast and how quickly Lily disappeared after that.

“Cool. I'm not going either. Fancy going to the Astronomy tower for a smoke?”

She looks taken aback. “I— wait, why aren't you going?”

In truth Sirius wants to go, and James is going to kill him for this, but lately he's been claiming that he no longer has feelings for Lily, and Sirius hates being lied to, so technically this is just payback.

“James got on my nerves so I'm skipping the match in protest,” he adds with a shrug and it's the truth, because it wouldn't be fair to lie. “So, are we smoking or not? Got a fag I can borrow?”

She's not an idiot: she knows this is an olive branch of sorts. Sirius can tell she's deciding whether to believe him or not; after a moment she sighs, and Sirius knows he's won.

“Haven't you got your own? Merlin, you're cheap,” she says while producing a pack of cigarettes from her satchel and handing it to him, a smirk on her face. He's glad to see that she seems to have calmed down significantly.

“I'm trying to quit so I stopped carrying them around,” he replies and grabs one, putting it in the breast pocket of his vest.

“Looks like it's working,” she notes as she fixes her appearance in front of the mirror and readies herself to leave the room.

“Absolutely.”

“Why are you mad at Potter anyway? Thought you two were inseparable,” she asks as she walks towards the door, a step ahead of him so that he can't see her face.

“Can't tell you, it's a secret.”

She huffs. “You lot are starting to sound ridiculous with all these secrets,” she whips her head towards him, her disapproval clear on her face, though he's almost certain this is just another way of disguising her curiosity. “Is this little group of yours a cult or something?”

“It's a counterculture,” he explains as he exits the bathroom, “how else are we going to beat those bigoted dickheads? The only way to fight a cult is with another cult.”

He's just joking, but the idea doesn't sound half bad to his ears.

Apparently Lily disagrees, because she snorts. Loudly. “Not sure about that logic but you do you, I guess.”

“Thanks for the support.”

“Anytime, Black.”

[dorlilymylovesss]

who I would be from the marauders era based on my perfumes

[sleepymimixx]

spoiler crimson rivers !!

regulus and james are victors and the game has ended but i think im even more scared to continue now bc at least with the game i knew who was going to die and more or less what i should expect… but the black brother have hugged and regulus and james are alive 😿😿 i love them so so much 💓 i hope we will see more of remus bc he always is my favorite ever, i love him more than anything and im so scared for him 😿 i swear i keep saying that but this fic is one of the best i have ever read, the cadence has a rly soft spot in my heart and i rly thought nothing could come close to it but i think cr is climbing its way next to it 😿 and to think that i wasn’t going to read it bc i’ve been such a jegulus snob… that is shameful haha i get it now but i hope to see more of lily too and to see her get her happy ending, my baby deserves everything and what we’ve seen so far isn’t rly comforting �� i still have tears in my eyes frol sirius watching his brother die 💔😿

[rewritingcanon]

collecting a scorbus, romione, hinny and jily following list is the best feeling

[luv-x-liv]

i need a fic where sirius, remus, and lily are part of a band, with sirius being the lead singer (and guitarist on occasion), remus is the electric guitarist/bassist (gonna be honest guys i do not know the difference 🙏💀), and lily is on the keyboard, and everybody ships wolfstar (as they should) including lily, and there's this one song where remus does a solo, so like he's just letting every emotion he's ever felt out onto that poor instrument and sirius is like "omg bf material" stares at him like he's the only person in the room, and forgets when he has to start singing again and yeah, i didn't really think it through that much tbh