#Pandora x lily

[curiouslymyown]

I like to think that Pandoras sketchbook is filled with lilies she thinks she’s subtle

[tenakiie]

Maybe Lily got a little crush...

[outromoony]

Pandora: I made you a gift.

Lily: Why is it buzzing?

Pandora: It might be slightly alive.

[circebuttbetter]

~the look of love?

(Without doodles and overlay + zoom ins underneath the cut, press for better quality)

[my-castles-crumbling]

yule ball - December 25th - rosekiller - server microprompt challenge ceiling - December 25th - rosekiller - @taylorswiftmicrofic- word count:173

"Got a date to the Yule Ball yet?" Barty asks, staring up to the ceiling as he lays in his bed, unsure why he's so nervous about the answer.

"No," Evan replies flatly from his own bed, mimicking Barty's position.

His heart soars. He won't think about why. "Me, neither. Nobody good enough, I reckon."

Evan lets out a snort of agreement.

It's quiet for a moment.

"Everyone else has a date," Barty says softly, thinking of Regulus and James; Dorcas and Marlene; Pandora and Lily.

"Yeah."

"It's..." Should he say it? He probably shouldn't. He says it anyway. "It's almost like we're going together." He lets out a laugh to try to make it seem like a passing thought. "Stupid, huh?"

Evan turns to look at him for the first time, so he moves his head to meet his eyes. They're appraising, but honest. "Nah. Not stupid." Then his blue eyes move to the ceiling again.

Not stupid.

What the hell does that mean?

And why does it make him so happy?

[moonyfr]

"What's your favorite marauders trope" but it's Peter looking at Evan, while Evan is looking at Barty, while Barty is looking at Regulus, while Regulus is looking at James, while James is looking at Lily, while Lily is looking at Pandora, while Pandora is looking at Dorcas, while Dorcas is looking at Marlene, while Marlene is looking at Mary, and Mary is Asexual.

[justafandomgirly]

Pandora: Lily asked me for the time today so we’re basically married

Regulus: James glanced at me when I bumped into him so he’s definitely in love with me

Dorcas: I hate single people

[willowwtreess]

this might be a hot take but I don’t think Pandora is a copy/paste of Luna. most people characterize her as that, but I don’t think she was.

Luna grew up with her dad, she didn’t have much of a chance to know Pandora. And we’ve seen how similar Luna and xeno are, so I think it’s a fair assumption that she’s more like her dad than her mom.

what we DO know about Pandora is that she loved potions and experimenting, so personally I think she’s more of a mad scientist than people give her credit for. let Pandora do crazy experiments on Barty in the name of science, let her invent crazy and definitely illegal potions!!

that’s all I just wanted u guys to know Pandora is a psycho potioneer and I need more fics where she is !!

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

princess mary and her handmaiden emmeline, who are secretly pining after each other

mary’s best friend lily, who is also a princess and is in love with pandora, who is an outlaw witch and is in love with lily

knight marlene, who is loyal to princess lily and her kingdom, and knight dorcas, who is loyal to princess mary and her kingdom. they are frienemies and are in love with each other

[tenakiie]

Few requested doodles i did on my twt!

[outromoony]

Pandora has a habit of collecting things... pressed flowers, interesting stones, rare books, stray animals. But her favorite thing she has ever found is Lily.

[moutainrusing]

love letters

786 words, @pandalilymicrofics

“Barty, I swear on my dad’s dead corpse, if you carry on simping over my brother, I will stab this pencil through your eye,” Pandora threatened, emphatically raising the fist clenched around her pencil.

“But Evan—”

“Do not. Say his name. Anymore,” Pandora shook the pencil, and Barty sighed wistfully. Fed up with this, Pandora suggested, “Why don’t you write him a love letter?”

“A love letter?” Barty pulled a face. “Ew?”

“How is a love letter more disgusting to you than the way you wax poetic about Evan out loud, to me?” Pandora bared her teeth in frustration. “It’s expressing the exact same thing that you already do in paper format and sending it to the actual recipient, instead of his sibling. Because in case you’ve forgotten, I’m related to Evan, and I don’t want to hear what you think about his mouth!”

Barty rolled his eyes, as if what Pandora was saying made no sense at all. “If I write this… love letter… you must give me something in return. After all, friendship is a business transaction.”

Pandora rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Barty made no sense at all.

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Barty finally decided, “I’ll write him love letters instead of gushing to you all the time if you buy me lunch everyday.”

“Deal,” Pandora shook his hand. She also poked her pencil into his palm while doing so. The jury would be forever out on whether or not that was purposeful.

- - -

Dear the love of my life (Pandora: “Why are you calling him the love of your life?” Barty: “‘Cause this is a love letter? You basically told me to do that?”)

I am in love with you. (Pandora: “That’s unnecessary. It was stated in the first line.” Barty: “Was it though? Do you think your brother’s smart enough to understand if I don’t clarify?” Pandora: “…You make a good point.”)

Love from the love of your life (Pandora: “You’ve written ‘love’ way too many times.” Barty: “It’s a love letter!”)

- - -

“Now slip it through his locker,” Pandora advised.

“Where’s his locker?”

She shrugged, “Dunno.”

“You don’t know where your brother’s locker is?” Barty asked incredulously.

Haughtily, Pandora sniffed, “Stop acting like it’s an expectation of sibling relationships to know everything about each other.”

“It kinda is—”

“I think that’s his locker,” Pandora interrupted, pointing to a locker graffitied with ‘EVANS’ in bright red capital letters. Again, she sniffed disdainfully, “He’s the type to graffiti his locker. And miss out the apostrophe in Evan’s. It’s probably Evan’s locker,” she nodded. “It’s been branded Evan’s at least. Without the apostrophe. ‘Cause he’s a degenerate vandal.”

Barty side-eyed her, “I’ll never understand sibling rivalry…” He slid the folded paper through the frame, before the two of them shoved each other past the crowd of students, positioning themselves behind a vending machine to watch Evan’s supposed locker for any action.

But instead of Evan, a person who Pandora recognised very well, with the green eyes she’d dream about and the red hair she’d see while gazing at the person’s back during class, walked up to the locker. Oh. Evans. Lily Evans.

Suddenly, vandalism seemed very cool. And the graffiti was actually grammatically correct, so Pandora could let it slide. Plus, red was an ingenious colour choice, Lily’s taste was exquisite, Pandora was mesmerised by the sheer talent of it, the way the letters were perfectly positioned to spell out the surname of the love of her life. When Lily stood in front of her locker, rivulets of her red hair cascaded beside the graffiti, creating a remarkable gradient, perfectly blending orange into red like the sunset over a beach in the hot, humid summer—

Barty nudged her, probably to say that the mission had been a failure, except Pandora wasn’t really concentrating, so she stumbled out from behind the vending machine, winding up in the middle of the corridor and hovering there aimlessly.

Having read the letter, Lily looked around curiously, and Pandora was just there, staring at her. Eventually, Lily’s eyes landed on Pandora like darts pinning a dartboard, rendering her frozen in place, just looking at each other for an extended period of time, seconds which had slowed to hours, too long, this was dumb, Pandora should move, what was she doing? Then Lily smiled at her, hands fiddling with the corner of the letter.

She made her way towards Pandora, and they were both standing in the middle of the corridor, and Pandora’s heart was a drum beating inside her throat, reverberating through her body, echoing within her bones, loud, aggressive, but it calmed to the sound of waves in a conch shell when Lily said quietly, “Hi, love of my life.”

[skyrigel]

I will sell my soul to devil if my sad gays can have their happy endings

[jameskinniesrise]

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎.

❝your aura needs cleansing barty. go take a shower.❞

[my-castles-crumbling]

secret santa - wolfstar, rosekiller, jegulus, pandalily, dorlene - server microprompt challenge - word count: 458

"Did you get it?" Pandora whispered, tip-toeing into the abandoned classroom and shutting the door gently.

"Of course!" Lily exclaimed, grinning brightly and waving a small green and red bag in the air.

Squealing, Pandora ran forward, sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of the fire Lily had already conjured and plopping a kiss on her cheek, beaming at the way the other girl blushed. "So how do we mess with it?"

"It's- it's easy enough," Lily cleared her throat, blinking a few times as if to clear her head. "I can do the charms. Have we agreed on who gets who?"

"Yes, here-" Pandora beamed, reaching into the bag and handing her the first two slips. "I swear to Merlin if this doesn't push things in the right direction for those two idiots-"

But she was cut off by a creaking noise as the door to the classroom was pushed open.

"Evans? Rosier? What are you two doing in here?" Sirius Black asked accusingly as he walked into the room, pulling Remus Lupin behind him.

"We could say the same to you!" Lily retorted, trying to hide the bag behind her back.

But it was too late, Sirius had seen. "Are you trying to mess with the Secret Santa picks?" he gaped, a grin forming on his lips. "My, my, Evans! I never could have imagined you of all people would do such a thing!"

Sighing, Pandora gave in. "We're making sure your brother and your best friend pick each other. They need an excuse to admit their feelings. Or have you not noticed? They're mad about each other."

Remus chuckled knowingly as Sirius made a disgusted face.

"Oh, stop, Sirius!" Lily snapped. "We all know they're perfect for each other. James is even more crazy about him than he was about me. We're just pushing things in the right direction."

Giving a long-suffering sigh, Sirius sat down next to them, gesturing to his boyfriend to follow suit. "Fine. But make sure Marls gets Meadowes. She won't shut up about her and she needs a push as well."

Pandora felt her eyes pop wide as she beamed. "Really? Cas will be thrilled!"

"Just make sure the rest of us are mixed up," Remus advised sagely. "It'll start to look obvious."

Lily nodded, starting to charm the papers.

But Pandora had a thought. "Wait! We need to make sure Barty and Evan don't get each other."

Three pairs of eyes turned to her. "Why?" Lily asked kindly, her wand frozen in the air.

"You weren't there for Valentine's Day last year," Pandora sighed, trying to push the memory from her mind. "Trust me. No public gift-giving."

It seemed that everyone accepted that answer, so Lily got to work.

[a-great-tragedy]

Pandora Rosier does not like anything, she only gets obsessed. She has hundreds of pressed flowers, bugs, copies of paintings, random antiques, she can’t just have one of something. She needs a collection.

Lucky for her, Lily finds all her collections to be interesting, and even adds to them herself.