#LILI GUYYYYYY

[franeridan]

law just showed up and I'm already stuck on his intro page crying tears of joy how will i get through this arc at this pace !!!!!

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Twenty Two]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans,

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 3118

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood

Notes: ask if you want taggginggggg

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‘Watch her leg!’ Remus said as the five of them tried to manoeuver through the portrait hole. Daisy was splayed in between them giggling. Each boy had a limb and all of them were trying to move her gently up to bed. They had followed James’ advice and between them had downed two bottles of fire whiskey. All the boys had fared relatively well but Daisy hadn’t had the same exposure and so was now flopping around in their arms. They had managed to get her upstairs uncaught but there was still a way to go.

‘She’s like a ton of bricks,’ Peter huffed. ‘Rude,’ Daisy said. ‘He’s got a point Dais,’ Sirius chuckled. Daisy stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Fine then,’ she said, trying to get up. An echo of ‘wooahhhhs’ put her back in her place. They reached the staircase slowly but surely but then stopped noticing the obstacle they hadn’t anticipated. ‘We can’t get her up the girl's staircase,’ Peter said. ‘Shit,’ Sirius said. ‘Well just have to take her to our room,’ Remus said leading the gang to the left and up the boy's stairs. ‘Well that’s actually better,’ James said with a grunt, ‘cos I don’t fancy facing Evans right now.’ ‘Ooh she’ll kill you,’ Daisy giggled. ‘Don’t remind me,’ James said looking down at her with a cheeky grin. 

After some manoeuvres, they finally reached the fourth floor and entered the dorm.  ‘Where should we put her?’ Peter grunted.  ‘This was James’ idea,’ Remus reasoned. ‘Sirius betted her she couldn’t keep up with him,’ James countered. ‘Sirius was right,’ Sirius said. ‘Was not,’ Daisy said. ‘Shut it, princess,’ Sirius said. ‘Let’s decide she’s getting heavy,’ Remus said. ‘I’m not deaf!! But I do feel sick,’ Daisy mumbled. After a quick look, it was decided.  ‘Sirius’ bed,’ three boys echoed as they rushed forward and dropped her on top of Sirius’ made bed with a thump. Daisy groaned.

Remus moved to the bathroom to get her a bowl in case she was sick whilst the boys sorted some pillows out on the floor next to the bed for Sirius to sleep.  ‘Guyyyyyys,’ Daisy said in a sing-song voice. ‘What?’ James said from where he knelt at the bottom of the bed. ‘I need pyjamas,’ she said. James and Sirius shared a nervous look. ‘Why? Just sleep in that,’ James said. ‘But I’m not comfy,’ she whined. The boys sighed.  ‘Come on there should be something of ours she can use,’ Remus said, placing the bowl on Sirius’ nightstand, ‘I think I’ve got some joggers I don’t use.’ ‘You’re too skinny Rem,’ Daisy giggled, ‘like a pole.’ ‘I think I’ve got some,’ James said.  ‘I’ll have a look too,’ Peter said. 

Between the foursome, they were able to cobble together a pair of joggers (Peter’s), a T-shirt (Sirius’) and some socks (Remus’) which they all threw onto the bed for Daisy to change into. She managed to pry herself up off the bed and started to peel off her jumper and T-shirt. All of a sudden the boys were very interested in staring anywhere but that area. Daisy dressed her top half quickly and climbed out of bed to put on the joggers but suddenly felt dizzy as she stood and fell against the nightstand for support.

‘You okay?’ James said, still avoiding eye contact. ‘I need help,’ she said. Sirius was the first to turn and as he did he found her about to drop so rushed forward to help her.  ‘You’ll be the death of me woman,’ he chuckled, helping her to sit on the bed before he bent down and slid both her feet into the joggers and then the socks.  ‘Thank you,’ she mumbled as she stood up to pull her pants up and then fall back into bed.  ‘Everything clear?’ James said.  ‘Yep,’ Daisy said with a giggle. The boys turned and found her tucked up in bed with the covers up to her chin.  ‘Glad you’re all snug Dais,’ Remus chuckled as they started to get ready for bed.  ‘Snug as a bug,’ Daisy said with a yawn. ‘Looks like our girls zonked,’ Peter said.  ‘At last,’ Sirius chuckled. He was dressed in another T-shirt and boxers now and climbing into his makeshift bed on the floor beside Daisy.

The boys moseyed around for about five minutes or so before they climbed into beds and turned out the lights. Daisy lay in the dark listening to their breathing get heavier and deeper until she was convinced they were asleep. 

But Daisy couldn’t. Even in her booze-addled state, she couldn’t get out of her head the way Sirius has talked about the future. The more she thought about it the clearer her head became and as she pushed herself up into a sitting position the room barely spun which she was glad of. Carefully and quietly she hung her head over the side of the bed. Sirius was asleep. His face was pale in the moonlight and deeply boyish when she looked at him like that. His hair was splayed all over his pillow and his arm was tucked under his head as if he were sunbathing. Daisy giggled.

‘I know you’re watching me,’ he said without opening his eyes. Daisy froze startled, ‘what’s up? Or are you so marvelled by my beauty you have to have special late-night viewing sessions?’ ‘I don’t know but they charged me a galleon to get in and view you,’ she chuckled. ‘Humph, and I'm worth at least two,’ he said opening his eyes. Daisy leaned back as Sirius sat up on the floor and looked at her properly. ‘Seriously,’ he said. ‘What?’ She said. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing,’ she lied fiddling with the blanket idly. Sirius sighed and clambered up onto the bed sitting by her legs and watching her curiously. ‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Okay… what you said before...do you really think there’ll be a war?’ she said looking at him with wide eyes. Sirius paused for a moment and then replied, ‘honestly? Yeah.’ ‘Really?’ She asked. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘So we’re screwed?’ She sighed. ‘Not necessarily…’ ‘That’s easy for you to say you’re not a muggleborn,’ she said, ‘there’s a lot more pure blood than us.’ ‘True but not every pureblood believes the bile they’re spewing. It’s the same in any war Dais, two sides fight and hopefully the right one wins.’ ‘You think?’ ‘Yeah and even if I’m not muggleborn I am a blood traitor so I’m as good as. And a family disappointment. And the only one of the long line of Blacks to be a  Gryffindor,’ he said. His voice transformed into a nasal impersonation at the end which made Daisy giggle.  ‘Well I’m glad you are a Gryffindor,’ Daisy said.  ‘Yeah?’ He said. ‘Yeah, what Slytherin would give up their bed for a drunk invalid,’ she said.  ‘That’s less Gryffindor and more my pureblood etiquette classes shining through.’ ‘You took etiquette classes!’ She squealed. From a bed away there was a snort followed by the sound of springs as Peter rolled over, still asleep. ‘Oh, mother dearest wouldn’t have us be  rude.’ ‘What’s she like?’ Daisy said her interest suddenly piqued. Sirius seemed to go rigid for a moment but then carried on as if it hadn’t happened. ‘That’s a nightmare for another day,’ he said slipping back into the floor, ‘we should sleep.’

 Daisy was thrown off by his abruptness but didn’t push the matter any further. ‘Night Sirius,’ she whispered. ‘Night,’ he mumbled. A minute or so passed before she whispered, ‘Sirius?’ ‘Yeah,’ he replied after a beat. ‘Sorry I brought up your mum,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry about it. She’s like a bad knut, always showing up where she’s not wanted,’ he said. Daisy nodded forgetting he couldn’t see her. His breathing started to even out again, signalling he was falling asleep. ‘Sirius?’ ‘What Daisy?’ He sighed.  ‘Thanks.’ ‘What for?’ he said with confusion in his voice.  ‘Just thanks,’ she said. Sirius smiled and rested back against the pillow. He lay there content and trying to fall asleep one last time when he heard Daisy’s small voice say his name once more. ‘What Dais?’ he said sitting up this time. Wide green eyes found him in the dark and full of panic. ‘Sirius,’ she said in a panic as he leapt up to see what was the matter. ‘What is it?’ He said, noticing the dark red splotches that littered his bed and the T-shirt of his she was wearing.  ‘I think I’m bleeding,’ she whispered.

‘Let me get James,’ Sirius said with a panic-stricken voice.  ‘No!’ Daisy said in a loud whisper. Sirius’ grey eyes searched her green ones confused.  ‘You’re bleeding we need help,’ he said. ‘I’ll be fine. I just need you to help me to Madam Pomfrey,’ she said.  ‘But-’ ‘Look, I don’t want anyone,’ she started though her eyes glanced towards Remus’ sleeping form, ‘I don’t want anyone worrying.’ ‘I don’t like this,’ Sirius said though he started helping her out of bed. The shirt he had lent Daisy was spattered with dark red splotches and the patches of clean shirt were getting fewer by the second. She clambered up out of bed leaning against Sirius for support. She had sobered up completely now the pain in her abdomen clearing her head rapidly. She could feel her blood pumping through her making her heartbeat ring in her ears as Sirius gripped her side tightly. 

Though she could walk with little pain in her foot she let him guide her and they walked across the dormitory in a stifled silence, trying not to wake the boys. They went down the stairs, out the portrait and hole and through the winding corridors in scared silence, the only sound being both of their anxious breaths and Daisy’s occasional whimper. The doors to the hospital wing were closed when they eventually got there and Sirius banged on them loudly with his free hand. Daisy looked down at her stomach and gasped, ‘Sirius, I’ve ruined your shirt.’  Sirius chuckled though his face remained stony as he said, ‘Dais, now is really not the time.’ ‘Right,’ she said shaking her head as one of the large wooden doors swung open and revealed a sour-faced Madam Pomfrey wrapped up in a burgundy dressing gown. 

‘Mr Black, Miss Evans, what can I, oh-’ she said, noticing the blood on the front of Daisy’s shirt. Without saying anything she beckoned them in. Daisy moved onto the nearest bed with Sirius’ help whilst Madam Pomfrey immediately set to work. She peeled back the now sodden layer of clothes and bandages from Daisy’s abdomen and started cleaning the area. Sirius winced at the sight. Daisy didn’t notice as she scrunched her eyes tightly trying not to cry. 

‘It appears your wounds have reopened Daisy,’ Madam Pomfrey sighed, ‘but not to worry. I can patch them up in a jiffy.’  ‘Did I do something wrong?’ Daisy asked. Madam Pomfrey looked between the pair for a moment suspiciously before she said, ‘Mr Black. I noticed quite the trail of blood from the door and up the corridor, would you see to it?’  ‘But Madam Pomfrey-’ Sirius protested.  ‘That wasn’t a request,’ Madam Pomfrey added curtly. Sirius’ gaze fell on Daisy for a moment, worry in the pit of his stomach, before he nodded and stalked off to scourgify the from the hospital wing to the common room. 

Madam Pomfrey continued to work. Once the wounds were cleaned she layered them in essence of dittany and reapplied fresh clean bandages. Daisy lay and let her work in silence until finally, she informed her she could sit up which she did tentatively. When she opened her eyes the older witch was holding a cup of bubbling green liquid. Daisy took it with no questions. 

‘Thanks,’ Daisy said, sipping it down and trying not to retch at the putrid taste. Madam Pomfrey smiled and took a seat on a chair by the bed watching the witch for a moment.  ‘That’ll help with the pain,’ she said.  ‘Good,’ Daisy said, still feeling tender everywhere she had been touched.  ‘It doesn’t mean they won't still be tender for the next few days but they are healing well…’ ‘I thought so too then just,’ Daisy mimed an explosion in front of her abdomen.  ‘Well there are many things that can cause these things to recur,’ she said.  ‘I didn’t know that,’ Daisy admitted.  ‘Yes well, it’s always good to be mindful of taking care of yourself when injured. For example, no heavy lifting or vigorous exercise,’ the nurse said casually. Daisy laughed.  ‘You obviously don’t know me Madam Pomfrey. I’m not an athletic person,’ she said.  ‘Yes well, there are other things that can cause it...I noticed you arrived with Mr Black,’ she said letting the insinuation dangle in the air. Daisy’s face screwed up as she pondered her words for a moment and then she blushed a deep crimson. 

‘Madam Pomfrey I can hand on heart tell you that nothing like….that,’ she said. ‘Very well,’ she said, ‘if you insist. I will also pretend to ignore the whiff of Firewhiskey on your breath.’ ‘Madam-’ ‘-as I’m sure you would never part take given the fact that alcohol can severely impair how much you bleed should you hurt yourself,’ Madam Pomfrey finished looking at Daisy pointedly. Daisy nodded meekly and took another sip of her medicine before she said, ‘you’re not going to tell Professor McGonagall are you?’  ‘No,’ Madam Pomfrey said with a wry smile, ‘but I will have to insist you do not overexert yourself in the coming days.’ ‘So maybe not walk to the Quidditch pitch and back like I did today?’ Daisy asked.  ‘Precisely,’ she said with a smile. 

At that moment Sirius slid back through the door looking particularly put out.  ‘Mr Black,’ Madam Pomfrey greeted, ‘I take it the corridors are sparkling.’  ‘Yes no thanks to that damned cat,’ Sirius grumbled. Daisy giggled, wondering what Mrs Norris had done now.  ‘Well, Miss Evans is all shipshape now and if you would be so kind as to escort her back to Gryffindor Tower,’ she said. ‘I don’t have to stay?’ Daisy asked excitedly.  ‘Not unless you have a burning desire to... but any concerns, straight back here okay?’ she said. Daisy nodded, ‘and come back tomorrow and we can have those casts off.’  ‘Brilliant!’ Daisy said hopping off of the bed and feeling much better all of a sudden. 

Sirius smiled as she moved towards him and held an arm out to link hers. Daisy allowed him to and they started walking back when she remembered Madam Pomfrey’s words. Noticing how still she had become Sirius looked at her and said, ‘you okay?’  ‘Fine,’ Daisy said, trying to shake her thoughts out of her head.  ‘Good,’ he smiled. Daisy’s stomach fluttered. They walked the long corridors without saying much else until finally, they reached the portrait hole. 

‘Liquorice wand,’ Sirius said, allowing room for the fat lady to swing open so they could climb in. They clambered in through the hole and walked across the common room reaching the stairs. Sirius went to go up the boy's staircase, Daisy in tow but she pulled him back. He looked at her confused.  ‘What’s up?’ he asked.  ‘Nothing,’ Daisy lied, ‘I just think I should probably go back to my own bed.’  ‘Oh,’ Sirius said.  ‘I mean I’m sober now a-and I probably should clean up,’ she said gesturing to her blood-stained clothes, ‘besides I bet you’re ready for your own bed rather than the floor.’ ‘Yeah,’ Sirius said though his tone seemed off.  ‘Well, night then,’ she said, going to walk up the girl’s staircase but she was pulled back. Before she knew what was happening Sirius’ arms went around her, pulling her close to his chest. Daisy allowed her arms to snake around him too and they stood like that for a moment, Daisy tucked under his chin comfortably. Then he pulled back and smiled at her fleetingly.  ‘Night Dais,’ he said before he skittered up the boy’s staircase leaving Daisy standing there perplexed. 

The next morning Daisy awoke feeling like she had been hit by a truck. Her head was pounding and her mouth felt as if she had swallowed the inside of Lily’s cat’s litter box. She sat up and instantly felt a whooshing throughout her head which made her lie back down. She could hear movement from around the room until she heard, ‘ah the princess awakens.’ ‘About time,’ Marlene said.  ‘Guys don’t,’ Daisy said.  ‘Don’t what?’ Marlene’s voice said from somewhere nearer than before.  ‘Do this?’ Alice asked. All of a sudden they were on the bed with her jumping up and down and making it rock like a boat in a storm. Daisy sat upright almost wanting to throw up. The girls broke down in a fit of giggles. 

‘Glad you’re enjoying yourselves,’ Daisy grumbled.  ‘They’re not the only ones by the looks of things,’ Lily said emerging from the bathroom and looking at her sister with a disapproving stare.  ‘Well I’m paying for it now Lil,’ Daisy said grimly.  ‘Good.’ ‘Oh charming,’ Daisy said.  ‘Come on Lil it’s just a bit of fun,’ Alice said, ‘even you seemed to have a good time at the post-match party.’  ‘Within limits,’ the redhead said sitting on her bed as she started to dress.  ‘Well, you’ve got to test them to find them right Dais?’ Marlene said getting and walking over to her bed.    ‘And stumbling in at four am is testing them?’ Lily said.  ‘I didn’t stumble in,’ Daisy said defensively.  ‘You kind of did,’ Alice said causing her friend to scowl.  ‘If you must know,’ Daisy said snaking off of the bed, ‘the only reason I stumbled in, if I did, which is still to be proven. It was because I was in pain after being in the hospital wing. And before any of you say anything yes, I am fine. My wound opened up but Madam Pomfrey patched me up good and proper so there’s nothing to worry about.’ ‘You’re sure?’ Alice said with a concerned face.  ‘Yeah, absolutely one hundred percent,’ she said, ‘now if you’ll all excuse me I think I need a wash.’ 

And with that Daisy climbed up off the bed and strutted to the bathroom leaving the girls looking at one another with worried looks. The room was silent until finally, Marlene said, ‘was it just me or was she wearing boy’s clothes?’ 

[myshiki]

Hi guyyyyyys! I haven’t been on here in so long because I went to New York for a week to surprise @thispastiche <33 Crazy week but it honestly changed my life as cheesy as that sounds. 

One of the things I did while I was in New York was see one of Alexa’s friends who is a tarot card reader. One of the cards laid out for me was one of a person handing someone smaller than them a pot of lilies. (I looked it up..it’s Six of Cups card). She said, in lamest terms, that this means to her that I need to take my past experiences or idk..gained knowledge and share it with others. Just to share myself or help look after others is kind of what I got from that card. Alexa mentioned to the tarot reader that 1. I’m a nanny so it was kind of fitting and 2. I have a blog that I share my life on and that I’m very vulnerable on it and that “a lot of people respond to it.” I think Alexa was just being too sweet about that considering I only get like 3 notes per post, but I’m going to keep sharing myself on here anyhow. And if it helps anyone along the way, I’m so happy.

As soon as I got back to Texas my life became hell, because for only a couple of days now I have been in the beginning stages of one of the hardest times I will surely ever have in my life. Being with someone for around 3 years, not including the “talking” stages before that for like 2 years and then having that all change suddenly is terrifying- especially when your lives are so intertwined the way ours are. Her and her sister are who I have been closest to for YEARS now and their whole family became my family. We share an apartment. We share a car. I have so much to figure out. It would be easier if I could just focus on healing my heart and dealing with the emotional side of things, but having to figure out stupid details that have to do with having a roof over our heads and transportation at the same time is overwhelming to say the least. Also, it doesn’t help that their mom is angry with me for wanting to make mine and her daughter’s lives healthier so she’s being petty and really trying to make my life worse on purpose it feels like.

This is what I do know- I will be okay. Everyone involved will be okay. 

I am constantly shitting. (we’re all family here..) and I haven’t had much of an appetite for days now. Two days in a row I either threw up or dry heaved into the toilet from the nerves and anxiety. It has already been rough and it will probably get harder once we stop seeing each other as much, so here is a list of the things that have helped me get through shit so far.

1. During my hardest times- when my mom died, when Duy broke up with me, and now this- I struggle to feel like things are real. My anxiety and fear take over and I feel like I’m fucking floating, but not in a magical way. Yesterday I sat on my couch and thought to myself “I have legs. I have arms. I can move around. I got dressed today. I can drive my car.” and saying the most obvious things like that made me realize 1. I am existing and moving so I am going to be okay. There is no way I won’t be okay 2. I am grateful to be a human and to exist even if I get waves of thinking “I am going to die” and wishing I was dead because I definitely have gotten those.

2. Once I repeated to myself “it’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad.” Idk what “it” is referring to, I guess the breakup or life but that was the first thing that came to my mind and I repeated it until I was a little more calm. I have also repeated to myself “it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”

3. Today I had a blunt wave of “stop feeling sorry for yourself” and that actually had me snap out of sadness really fast. Until 20 minutes passed and I was back to being sad again. haha. But honestly, a lot of the time my sadness is because I feel so sorry for myself and sometimes that’s just fucking dumb.

4. Driving calms my nerves better and faster than anything else. Almost to the point where they don’t exist. I crank music up and just drive and idk, the whole drive I’m just in a state of wanting to cry of gratefulness because I’m like “wow, okay. I’m going to truly be okay.” 

5. Listening to music!!!!!!!! Which like, duh..but Post Malone’s new album has and will continue to get me through this shitty period of time. It is just dance-y and happy enough to not make me wanna die but also angry enough to make me feel better? I might have to listen to Billie Eilish today even though that’s a much sadder approach. (I am nannying soon and have a 30 minute drive to work and I can’t wait for that drive).

6. Taking care of other things or people or animals. Nannying is therapeutic for me because I am taking care of other people and not myself. It is a huge relief to get out of my own mind and think “how can I best keep these kids alive (lol) and make them as happy as I can.” I don’t have any pets currently, but when I live with my dad for a couple months which will eventually happen, I will help take care of his hyper ass dog, his 2 cats, all of his chickens, his plants, etc. And I think that will really help me.

7. Hanging out with people who are 100% looking out for you and will let you be as emotional as you need to be without making you feel like you’re too much or being a baby. (But if anyone makes you feel like that anyway, you should drop them fast as fuck). It helps to be around people who love you. There are more of them than you realize. 

8. Drinking helps some nights. haha

But that is my list for now. Like I said, this is only the beginning and I’m probably going to be posting some sad as fuck posts on here, or I might eventually discover more things that are helpful getting through hard times like these ones. 

If you’re reading this, I love you. You are going to be okay. You are a bad bitch and don’t let anyone make you think you’re not.