#i love jilypad

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

Gimme ur artist james potter hcs NOW

OKAY SO.

he spent a lot of his childhood with doing art (bc old parents who got tired easily)

draws everywhere

people are his favourite actually

out of which, naturally, sirius is his favourite (pale + smooth skin + pretty + very good at staying still)

stenciled sirius' antler tattoo on his v-line and the entire thing was Very Safe For Work

but like whatever,

draws on remus' hands

and peter's clothes

peter is very irritated. all his white shirts have black ink spots

he does, however, appreciate that all his birthday cards include three to seven sketches

james loves sketching !! he barely ever completes anything (unless it's for sirius)

has numerous sketchbooks of just sirius alone

its Very Safe For Work

gay art cousin

ummm

idk

superiority complex goes hard bc everyone compliments his art

first jily kiss was when james offered to draw lily

this was also when lily decided that james would be her husband,

idk !!!!

[enbysiriusblack]

idk why but romantic/sexual jily and romantic/sexual prongsfoot with qpr jily hits.

[jamesunderwater]

I am having extreme extreme extreme jilypad emotions someone help

[madamewalburga]

(warning: jilypad nsfw under the cut. mdni. sirius isn’t here but it’s still jilypad idc. wc 800+. jilypad nation, please accept my humble offering.)

“God, I hate being a girl.”

James huffed on Lily’s neck, sliding his arms around her waist. He met her eyes on the vanity mirror, smiling fondly as he watched her remove her makeup.

“Don’t. You’re a very pretty girl.”

“Not as pretty as Sirius,” she smirked.

“Keep it down, don’t let him hear you say that.” James kissed under her ear, unzipping her dress from behind. He took one sleeve off, kissing the exposed shoulder. “You know how big his head gets with a few silly compliments.”

Lily chuckled lowly. “You’d think he’d be used to it by now, yeah? Being born that pretty.”

James made a noncommittal sound. His hands were still busy undressing his wife. He mouthed at every exposed inch of skin he could reach — not quite kisses, but rather warm exhales that smell heavily like wine.

It had been one of those monthly dinners the Order holds, this time with the Potters hosting. The people pleasing extrovert in James always enjoyed these gatherings. Seeing all his friends and loved ones safe and happy in his home made him feel warm inside. Especially Lily and Sirius. Watching them bask in each other’s presence, invade each other’s personal space, foreheads touching as they whisper so intimately, the way Sirius and James always do. It made James feel very warm indeed.

“Lashes,” he mouthed on Lily’s cheek.

“Hm, want me to remove them?”

“No,” he kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting gin. Sirius’s beverage of choice. “Sirius. Long lashes. They tickle when he gets too close.”

James turned her around to face him to kiss her again, this time more deeply. He licked around her mouth, chasing the bitter and citrus taste of Sirius’s gin. The same brand as the one they nicked from Walburga’s cabinet when they were sixteen.

Lily pulled away with a breathy moan. “That’s true. They’re long and curl upwards too.” She turns back to the mirror, wiping the now messy lipstick off her face.

“Bet that pissed you off,” James smirked, wrapping his arms around her again.

“Pissed the entire girls dorm of Gryffindor, more like.”

Lily moaned as she grinded on James’s erection. She stared at her husband’s eyes on the vanity’s reflection, finding the same intensity of lust mirroring hers.

“I want to know something,” she led one of James’s hands to her breast, his index finger quickly playing with the erect nipple. “Did you ever do it? With him?”

“Do what with who?”

“You know what.”

James bent down to kiss a shoulder. “No,” he replied sincerely.

“Not even some friendly hand jobs?”

“What, you and Marlene did some friendly fingers?” James chuckled.

“Idiot,” she lightly slapped the hip she was touching. Then, hands moving slowly, she started working on James’s belt. “We shared some…photos. Passed it to each other before showers.”

“Yeah, well, we did too.” James helped her push his trousers down, then placed her hands back to her waist, slowly going lower. “Most we did was jack off to the same mag. At the same time.”

“Yeah?” Lily started palming James’s erection, feeling a slight wetness on his boxers. “That happened a lot?”

“Once or twice. Maybe forty times. He stayed the summers at ours, yanno?”

“Hmm.”

They stayed like that for a while, palming each other through their underwear. They exchanged lazy kisses, smiling at each other in between.

“Did you watch him as he touched himself?” Lily whispered between kisses, fingers playing with the garter of James’s boxers.

“Once or twice. Maybe forty times.”

“Did you ever want to touch him? Make him come undone?”

James paused. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing.

Staring intently at his wife in the mirror, he asked. “Why are we talking about Sirius?”

“I want to know.”

“Lily—“

“Tell me,” she faced him. She kept her eyes open as she kissed him. Staring at him. Daring him. “Tell me.”

Never one to back down from anything, James put both hands on the vanity table behind her, caging her between his arms. He bent down and kissed her slow, eyes open, as he grinded against her. Staring at her. Daring her back. “Once or twice.”

Lily smirked, finally putting her hand inside James’s boxers. “Maybe forty times?”

James smirked back. “I don’t want to lie to you, love. It’s probably more than that.”

“Probably?”

“Definitely.”

“And?” Lily whispered. She stroked James slowly and watched the pleasure on her husband’s face. She briefly wondered which behaviors and mannerisms Sirius would share with James during sex. Does he dip his head towards the left side like James when somebody touches him? Does he scratch his thighs as well when somebody takes him in their mouth? Are James’s mannerisms in bed a mirror of Sirius’s? Or was it an unaware response to his endless desire to cater to what Sirius wants?

“How did he look?”

She already knew how James looked above her, as he thrusts his love into her. She wanted to know how Sirius would look under James, as her husband overwhelms with love and pleasure.

James smiled slowly at her. He bent down once again, making sure he was eye level with his wife this time as he slid his finger inside her.

“Still prettier than you, babe.”

[slitheringghost]

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dracula, bram stoker // harry potter and the deathly hallows (see more hp and dracula parallels in this post)

[resident-gay-bitch]

“james, love…” lily puts her hand soothingly on james’ thigh. it’s soft, and small, and smooth, and almost delicate in her touch. everything about lily is so right to james, in every sense.

but gosh, sometimes he wishes that hand were bigger, rougher, scarred and pale with long bony fingers and black chipped nail polish.

james doesn’t even know why he feels that way sometimes. he loves lily. he really fucking loves lily. she’s everything to him, and five times out of ten he’ll yearn for her hand and her touch and her love.

but those five other times…

fuck, it hurts. and it’s so goddamned confusing. james drives himself crazy thinking about it.

actually, he drives himself crazy trying not to think about it. he doesn’t want to think about it. he can’t hurt lily. she’s the love of his life. so wonderful, she is, the brightest witch of her age, and she’s sassy and challenges james and doesn’t put up with his arrogance but also loves when he gets a little snobby. she’s so wonderful, and his parents adore her, and they’re engaged. to be married!

james doesn’t think life could get much more perfect than her.

oh, but his heart, it’s a terrible fucking thing. it’s the worst thing in the world, he’s beginning to think.

everyone’s always told him he has the most pure heart they’ve ever seen, that he has so much love and wears it on his sleeve. james potter has a wonderful heart, so good and lovely.

but james potter thinks his heart is so horrible, the betrayer. why? why would it do this to him?

it loves lily so dearly, and he’s certain of that. so why does his heart race so fucking fast when those long bony fingers reach out and tickle his skin. why does it ache and yearn for james to look into ice grey eyes and embrace another? if his heart so full of good and love, why must it hate james so much?

his body quakes when her delicate touch gluides over the meat of his thigh, the covers kicked down to his shins. her nails are painted a pretty pale green colour, and they look lovely, sitting in the place where his boxers end. he usually loves the sight of her hand there, so perfectly placed, her freckled skin contrasting against the tan of his own.

but not tonight. not right now. right now it’s his hand that james wants to see there. it’s his bony pale fingers that james wants to see spread out over the thick muscle. it’s his touch james yearns for.

he convulses, caving in on himself more. he’s distraught, arms wrapped tight around his almost bare body, snot in his nose, hot cheeks covered in tear tracks, his glasses all foggy.

“love…” she whispers again, her perfect, sweet voice. james loves the way she chants his name, weather it be soft, or tender, or loud, or excited, or desperate, or angered. he loves it all. he loves how perfect the melody of everything she says sounds to him. but he wishes for the deeper baritone of someone else to call his name in all the same ways. someone who’s not supposed to call his name in all the same ways.

james can’t even look at her. cant bring himself to look at her. he can’t hurt her the way hes hurting himself. cant believe he’s feeling this way. it’s horrible, guilt sinking it’s claws into his chest and tugging everything out until there’s nothing left but empty pain.

he can’t tell her, or she’ll leave him.

he can’t tell him, or everything will be wrong.

he can’t lie, or he’ll feel even more guilty.

he can’t be honest, or things will get messy.

he can’t rot like this forever, or hill drive himself to insanity.

they’re getting married next week, for fucks sake. and james loves her so much, and he’s so happy, and so excited. they’ve been taking about kids, about life. james got so excited about the thought, he impulsively bought a tiny pair of baby sneakers he saw in the store one afternoon.

so why is it, on his bucks night, of all nights, that he’s getting cold feet? why is it now just hitting him harder than it ever had before, these horribly betraying feelings?

had it been because those ice grey eyes looked at james with such pure affection and softness it made his heart want to explode? had it been because calloused hands felt good wrapped around james’ biceps as he had to be hauled back up to bed? had it been then kiss left on james’ forehead from pretty pink lips that didn’t belong to his fiancé? had it been the quiet words muttered into the night, when james was presumedly asleep, that had been playing on an insistent loop since they’d been whispered?

she can give you everything i can’t, amour. be happy, please.

or did it only really hit him, how horrible this all is, when he heard lily get home right as he was leaving. when he heard them talking downstairs, unable to decipher what they were saying, but sobered enough in the head to know they were talking for a while, taking about good things and bad.

or is it worse, because james feels the way he does, and he knows it’s bad and that he shouldn’t think on it, but sometimes he notices those ice grey eyes drift over to look at the soft curves of lilys figure? is it anger, he feels, for his friend to look at his fiancé like that? is it jealousy that he feels, when he notices her looking back? or is he jealous that those ice grey eyes aren’t always set on james?

“james.” lily whispers once more, moving herself closer to him on the bed, her hand shifting from his thigh to his cheek where she wiped his tears and held him. her makeups smudged, her hairs all messy, and he has a gaudy feather boa on. she wanted an all muggle henz night, and it looks like she had a wonderful one. and now james was here, ruining it because his heart yearns for a second.

why isn’t she enough for him? why can’t she be enough?

“i’m sorry, love.” james splutters out, surprised he can actually string his words together.

“oh, jamie.” she whispered, the soft pad of her thumb swipes over his wet cheek, flicking away more tears as they spilled. she leant in close to kiss his forehead, so delicate and warm, her kisses. so perfect. not enough. she smells like champagne, and sweat, and her floral perfume. it’s nice, comforting, it’s her and assurance she had a good night.

james sobbs more, they rip through him like waves; a never ending stream washing him away, and he aches.

“i love you so much, darling.” she whispers again, “and you love me?”

oh, more than anything he’s ever loved, almost. besides that one other incessant, irritable, beautiful, perfect disaster. he loves the both of them equally, he thinks, which is wrong. it’s so wrong. pick one, he tells himself. you can only love one person at a time.

“of course.” he nods, bottom lip wobbling as he speaks. “oh, i love you so much, lily, you have no idea-“

“i know, my love.” she smiles, so pretty, so perfect. “but your heart… it’s not only mine, is it?”

james stills, his said heart stops still in his chest. he isn’t entirely sure he’s actually breathing for a very long while. how would she know such a thing? how can she know? how- how… oh how?

“oh, my love.” she giggles, so softly. it sounds so familiar, like a warm summer breeze, and it settles something deep in james’ chest. it provides him comfort, as she always does, and he breathes again. “don’t panic. i’ve known for a while- for years, james. before we started going out, you know?”

“i’m so sorry.” he breaks, slumping into her arms and almost wailing against her chest. she holds him tight, soothing her hand over his back and petting him there, another hand sifting through his hair as she kisses his crown. she’d make a wonderful mother some day, james knows it. but now he’s gone and fucked it up, hasn’t he? “i don’t want to hurt you, i love you, lily, so much-“

“i know, james.” she sighed, kissing his crown once more, “you don’t have to be scared. not with me. you know you can tell me these things? i’ve been waiting for you to tell me years, thought maybe once we tied the knot you would.”

“you’re not… mad at me?” james peaks up at her, his eyes stinging from crying so much, his glasses askew. “why are you not mad at me?”

he’s terribly lost right now, his heart practically on another planet already with how fast it’s moving.

“you can love more than one person, james, and still have your love be pure.” she smiled, so sweetly, so pretty. he wants to kiss her, but thinks this is hardly the time for that. “you can love anyone you desire, as much as you desire. i know your heart is mine, i just share it with sirius, is all.”

hearing her speak his name like that, it’s unsettling at first. it makes james jolt back in shock, looking at her through eyes blown wide. she was never meant to know, no one was ever supposed to know. it’s weird, now she knows- she’s always known, apparently. but since he’s been made aware. why isn’t she angry? why isn’t she saying his name with such distain?

why does she speak his name like it’s something tender, like he’s precious? why does she sound out each letter the same way james would?

“you’re not a terrible person, james. please know that. i only waited so long to bring it up because i wanted you to feel good about it. but i can see it getting to you…” she sighed, smoothing her soft hands over his shoulders, “i love you so very much, no matter how many other people i share your heart with. i think it’s wonderful, how you can love me so strongly and still have more to give. don’t you think it’s wonderful? you do really have the biggest heart.”

james doesn’t know how to feel right now. he doesn’t know what this means. she loves him, still. is glad, perhaps? he’s baffled, actually. and he must show it, because she laughs so brightly at him and wipes the last of his sticky tears away before kissing him kindly.

james sinks into her wonderful, wonderful kiss. oh, she really is brilliant, his lily.

the brightest witch for certain.

“you relax, my love. lay down.” she mutters, pushing james back to lie under the covers again, folding his glasses for him and setting them on his bedside, “i’m going to put on a spot of tea, and then we’ll lay together for a while, and we’ll talk more in the morning about what it all will mean, okay?”

“okay.” james muttered, closing his heavy eyes.

oh he really loves his lily.

he must have fallen asleep, because one minuet she’s laying him into bed and the next she’s making him sip a hot cup of tea. his glasses stay off, too tired to worry much about seeing, too drunk to process much else anyway. he sips his tea, and she sips hers, and smiles at him softly.

“i love you so much, james.” she whispers to him, taking his teacup and setting it on his bedside table. “let’s sleep?”

she doesn’t give him time to argue, shoving him over into the centre of the bed. rather than climbing into her own side, she crawls under the covers on james’ and curls in at his side.

but james can’t focus much on the soft curve of lily, or her pretty smile, or the inviting smell of her; there’s another body climbing into bed behind him.

“shhh…” lily whispers, taking james chin and turning him to face her, as he startled. she kisses his lips again and wipes away the confused furrow of his brow. “not now, love. just relax, okay. let us hold you, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

james nods and turns to look at the other body, and finds pale skin and ice grey eyes looking down on him softly.

“would you like me to hold you, jamie?” he whispers, and james’ heart burns with how fast it’s beating.

james nods, too delirious to question it, if he’s honest. it’s not as if they don’t cuddle, regularly. it’s just… this is a little different, he suspects. lily has this look on her face, like she’s meddling, like she’s happy to be meddling.

james usually loves when she meddles, so he can only assume this is something good. he doesn’t have to worry now, they’ll talk about it in the morning.

for now, he lays his head on his pillow and wraps his arms tight around lily, their legs slotting together with ease, a position they have mastered. she’s curled into his chest, her forehead pressed against the flesh of his, and her hair tucked under his chin.

but tonight another set of arms wrap around them. strong biceps and ink blead into pale skin lay over james’ own. those long bony fingers skate over the back of james’ palm, the one that rests on the meaty flesh of lilys lower back, and they slot between his own. a strong jaw tucks itself over james’ shoulder and nuzzles there, warm breath fanning over his neck.

it’s sirius, pressed up against his back, spooning james whilst he holds his fiancé. it’s so oddly comforting to be sandwiched between the pair, his heart never had felt quite so full.

lily shoots her hand up and shoves sirius’ face away, and she tiredly groans. “your breath smells like cigarettes, dog-boy. don’t breathe on me, or i will kick you out.”

sirius snickers, and james utterly loves the sound. it contrasts the melody of lilys laugh quite strongly, and perhaps lily is right; maybe it is kind of beautiful how his heart can love two entirely different things, so intently, and so equally.

“please don’t kick me out.” sirius grumbles, tucking his face behind james’ shoulder and kissing him there. james’ heart positively somersaults. “i’ll probably have a bigger meltdown than james,” james kicks his foot back against sirius’ ankle, and he laughs before continuing, “i love you both terribly.”

this time lily is the one to kick sirius, right between james’ legs, “shh! don’t ruin it!”

sirius kicked her back, “he’s so drunk, he won’t even remember, mrs. potter.”

“he’s significantly more sober now, dipshit.” she muttered, “sorry, jamie, go to sleep.”

“oh…” sirius muttered, pressing his face into the back of james’ neck, “sorry, prongsie boy. we’ll, ah… we’ll talk more tomorrow. but you can understand, right? waiting so long and all-“

“shut up, pads.” james groaned, hoping neither of them could notice the red smatter of blush on his face or the lovestruck grin he had plastered to his lips, “i’m trying to sleep.”

“right.” sirius muttered, and shut his trap.

silence lulled over the room again, and james mind was so heavy, so desperate to sleep. however, his heart was hyperactive.

this was something.

oh, this had to be something entirely wonderful.

he wasn’t sure he could wait till morning to talk about it further. he just had to get one last word in before he let himself sleep.

“i love you both terribly too, i suppose.”

james fell asleep feeling much better than he had before, lily and sirius sandwiching him in; the shared warmth of their body’s settling comfortably over james. they were here, now, all of them, together. james and lily love eachother, and by the looks of things james and sirius love eachother too; and perhaps even lily and sirius might. but either way, james’ heart is too fucking full of love and he never intends on ridding himself of that.

they both pressed pretty little kisses to james skin in sync, and james certainly dreamed much more wonderful things than he had in a while.

[padfootastic]

exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo

so. let’s have a lil snippet time!

thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”

“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.

“Yeah, regarding tonight—“ Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”

She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.

“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.

“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”

There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.

“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.

“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”

“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.

“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”

“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”

“Oi!”

“So, our room it is.”

Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?

(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)

It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.

How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?

“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.

He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.

[roalinda]

tagged by @plecotusauritus thank you ♡

Last line tag

Jealousy was a green-eyed monster.

James knew that better than anyone because he had married that monster. It was destructive and ugly, an infectious disease resulting in nothing but heartbreak. 

She was a siren, alluring yet nebulous, terrifyingly hideous with her beautiful charm and was devouring him for she was stealing his brightest star, his dazzling dear-heart. 

She was stealing Sirius and James was burning with jealousy.

This a rough draft of my entry for jilypad entry for the fest ♡

tagging @in-flvx @soup-of-the-daisies

@narcissa-black-supermacy @jmagnabo92

@gracelesslady23

❤ feed us with your masterpieces ❤

[mycupofrum]

Send me a request for a moodboard and I'll do the first five asks. Prongsfoot, Jilypad, Drarry, rare pairs, or individual characters. 😊 You can add a prompt/idea if you like and I'll see what I can do.

[padfootastic]

this is literally my ot3 fic where sirius discovers jily on the brink of death as newborn parents and steps in to help out and suddenly he blinks and they’re dating him??? help???

james and lily invited sirius over and aren’t subtle about propositioning jilypad

this was how they sealed the deal on who’d be godfather

[neverenoughmarauders]

Me seeing a Jily post: best ship in the universe

Me seeing a prongsfoot post: nope, this is the best ship in the universe

Me seeing a Jily post: But it’s James and LILY

Me seeing a prongsfoot post: But it’s James and SIRIUS

Me suddenly nervous: is me liking Jily more because of how heteronormative society still is?

Me even more nervous: is me liking prongsfoot more because of how sexist society still is?

Me finally being honest with myself: FINE, I love Jilypad

[annabtg]

SNITCH!!!!!

First of all, I love the Lily POV!! It makes sense how she sees all of them! (The Jily, my heart!)

But also - the Lilypad!! OMG I can so easily see that happening - Lily and Sirius just being so comfortable with each other that getting together comes naturally! One of my favourite ways to picture them, really! This is brilliant!!

would love to hear more about poly marauders please! 👀💖

Copying @annabtg rather than answering twice!

Poly marauders is lilywolfstarbucks (I've never been able to find a name for them that I like!), and is actually a surprise for @krethes's birthday. Considering her birthday ends in about an hour an a half, i've thoroughly failed on finishing it by then (maybe tomorrow... which I think is what I did last year too).

It's actually a lot of domestic fluff for the four of them. Established relationship among all of them, living in the same house. Mildly smutty, unless somehow the explicit smut jumps out before I finish it (which is possible), but mostly just fluff with the teensy-est bit of conflic.

Snippet below the cut:

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Of all of them, falling for Sirius was a surprise. She’d fallen for James first. Of course, she did. Loving James was easy. James was made of love and had so much to share. She’d watched from afar as he loved Remus and Sirius, not even suspecting that she could be part of it too until she heard them encouraging James through a date with someone else.

If loving James was easy, falling for Remus was inevitable. He’d waited for her, unassuming and patient, until she’d felt herself pulled to him as well. She hadn't been sure, before then, that she could love more than one man, as though her heart could put a cap on the love she felt. But Remus was kind and sweet, and he cared for her even when she thought she had nothing to return, and she (inevitably, irrevocably) fell for him too.

She’d thought that would be it, and that was fine. Sirius was her friend, and they loved the same men, and that was enough. They called themselves queer platonic and family, but there was no intention on being romantic. 

Except Sirius had always been physical, needing touch to keep those he loved close to him, and that extended to her as well. It was a head on her shoulder when they sat next to each other, or pulling her into his lap when sitting around the table, or even with their fingers intertwined while their lovers were on top of them in bed. The longer they were all together, the more frequent and intense the touches grew. 

One day, while James and Remus were out together, Sirius pulled her to sit between his legs while they watched a movie together. His hands wandered, busying themselves along the strip of skin at her hips, across her stomach under her shirt, down her shorts until fingers dipped inside of her. Lily gasped his name into his mouth when he made her come, and that was it. 

There was no surprise on their faces with James and Remus returned to find Sirius slotted between her legs on the couch, only pleased smiles as they piled themselves into a chair nearby to watch. 

“I thought you didn’t like women?” Marlene asked on the next pub night when Sirius snogged Lily in front of them all. 

“I don’t,” Sirius said, draping an arm around her shoulders, “but I love Lily.” 

There hadn’t been any question about it after that. He was hers, as much as James and Remus were hers, and she was theirs.

[saintsenara]

Also would love to know what you think of Lily/&Sirius as well! I can totally see the slight resentment on his part you mentioned but i loveee the letter Harry finds in DH. AND tell me your thoughts on jilypad bc I just need to dig your brain

thank you very much for the ask, pal!

i know this was prompted by me saying - while discussing jily - that my preferred version of lily and sirius' relationship is one in which sirius resents lily for stealing the love of his life [and i don't mean lupin!] away from him. so i think it's worth clarifying what i mean by this:

because i certainly don't think that sirius' resentment towards lily would be overt - i don't think he'd ever be openly hostile towards her, i don't think he'd do anything to undermine james and lily's relationship, and i don't think he'd ever be anything other than sincerely delighted that james was so happy. he evidently values the relationship he has with lily - enough to have kept her letters somewhere he could retrieve after his sojourn in azkaban [the most plausible date of the letter harry finds in deathly hallows is august 1981, which means that we know sirius wasn't living at grimmauld place when it was written. this is something he's stored deliberately, rather than something he had just lying around.] - and i don't propose that he was pretending.

what i think, instead, is that sirius' canonical tendency towards suffering and abiding would make him actively want to cheerlead jily's relationship. he's someone who clearly believes that it's honourable to make sacrifices and that his own happiness is subordinate to the greater good. and while this is all very noble, it's also an enormous - and somewhat toxic - burden for someone like lily to bear.

i like the idea of sirius - much like his narrative mirror, snape - having an extraordinarily idealised view of lily which the real lily struggles to live up to [which provides an interesting watsonian explanation for why he only mentions her once in canon - the doylist reason is just that the series needs to obscure lily's centrality to the mystery for as long as it can, but it's much more fun to imagine that sirius actually knows nothing about the version of lily he didn't construct in his head]. i also like the idea of him struggling constantly with guilt over how he secretly would like to see james and lily split up, so that he could comfort james with tender forehead kisses [and much, much more...]

when it comes to lilypad as something non-platonic, then, my preferred version of the ship is one in which sirius and lily end up together after she survives voldemort's attack [and is, therefore, able to exonerate sirius by revealing that wormtail was the secret keeper] as an extraordinarily unhealthy way of dealing with the earth-shattering weight of their mutual grief. this doesn't mean that i think it would be an abusive or toxic relationship - nor that it couldn't last - but that it would be a... strange and quite melancholy one, haunted constantly by james' ghost.

which means, i suppose, that it's also my preferred version of jilypad. i don't like it as a triad when it's just written as really happy and flawless [well-functioning polygamy takes introspection, and none of these three strike me as possessing that ability...], but i do like it as a mess.

[resident-gay-bitch]

multiships + rarepairs for the win

[padfootastic]

How about "thank you for being patient" "you never have to thank me for that" for jillypad, also I love that you are getting out of your confort zone it's amazing 👌👌 you still make my day a little brighter😊

omg ur absolutely one of my favorite people on here 🥺 thank u so much for always being so kind to me, i appreciate it tons!! this drabble is—a bit light on the jilypad, because j & s were too stubborn to budge over for lily, but i hope you like it <3

x

“Thank you for being patient with me,” he says quietly. His gaze is still fixed on the ground, still too ashamed to be able to raise them.

“James—James, look at me,” a rough grip on his chip tugs him forward and for the first time in this entire conversation, James looks into Sirius’ eyes. The absence of any condemnation or anger doesn’t help, like one might’ve thought, no. It only makes it so much worse, because here is James, someone who’s hurt his own best friend, the other half of his soul, every single day for who knows how long. He’s been so selfish, for so long, and Sirius still looks at him like that—like he’s a flower turned towards the sun. It’s not right. He shouldn’t have to.

Sirius pinches, hard, until James comes back to him with a yelp. “You never have to thank me for that, you understand?” When James doesn’t respond, his fingers dig in a little more. “Do you understand, Jamie? I will wait for you, as long as it takes, and you do not get to make me feel bad about that. Nor will you beat yourself up over it.”

“But, Si, I- I was flaunting my relationship in your- it must’ve been terrible,” James cries out, putting himself in Sirius’ shoes—in love with someone who’s never once looked at him, knowing their heart is promised to another—and feeling like utter shite for it.

“I…wouldn’t recommend it, no,” Sirius says, still casual as all fuck. “But it wasn’t this great tragedy you’re building in your head, James. It was just other fact of life. Magic is real, hippogriffs are divas, and I was…am in love with you. Simple as that,” he ends with a shrug.

Simple, James scoffs mentally. If there was ever more proof needed that Sirius was the strongest person he knows, then this is it. Because James lived with the feeing that the person he was in love with—well, the other person he was in love with didn’t think of him that way for five days and he was ready to crack. That one week after he realised his feelings for Sirius were like a hitherto undiscovered form of hell—he was miserable.

It took Lily dragging him into an empty classroom and typing him to a chair before he finally admitted it to himself and her.

He was in love with Sirius Black, and from the look of things, it had been that way for a long, long time now. The only reason he hadn’t suspected anything was because their relationship had always felt so right, so complete that he couldn’t imagine needing anything more.

Until the possibility that Sirius might not be his, completely and entirely his, hits him across the head when he overhears a gaggle of admirers talk about dating him.

In the end, its Lily gives him the courage to do it.

Lily, who takes his hand in both of hers and presses the most tender kiss he’d ever felt. For a minute, he is worried, nay, terrified that she’s about to break up with him and what will he do then? Sirius might be the other half of his soul, but Lily was his heart. He couldn’t live without her nor could he blame her if that’s what he decided to do.

It only takes her a second to read the fear in his eyes before she presses the same kiss into his lips, his eyes, his nose, all over his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, love,” she whispers. “But I think it’s time we bring someone else in, hm?”

(James will never understand what he did to deserve not one, but two soulmates who fit him so perfectly when most people go their entire lives without even finding one but he promises himself he’ll never take it for granted, never treat them less than they deserve)

And so he’s here, two days of unsuccessful avoiding later, spilling his guts out to his best mate who’s just responded with the most heartbreaking sentence James’s ever heard.

“Well, I’ve got you beat there, Jamie. I’ve loved you since second year.”

That’s almost the entirety of the time they’ve known either.

Like he’s said, James doesn’t know how Sirius managed it. Can’t fathom how he was able to be there for him, not just as a friend but a wingman in his attempt to woo Lily. James think he’d rather combust than assist Sirius in picking out clothes for a date and condoms for the night after.

“I always knew there was a reason I liked Lily, you know,” Sirius says, suddenly. James blinks at him in question.

“She’s the reason you’re here, isn’t she?” James ducks his head at the knowing lilt of his words, unable to refute the truth of it.

“Well, will you thank her for me, then, J?” Sirius is leaning forward, eyes fixed on his, intense and heated. “Exactly like this, actually.” And he closes the gap between them.

[seriouslysam8]

WHY CAN’T I VOTE TWICE!?! 😡

I didn’t vote for what you think I did.