#pandalily microfic

[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.”

[outromoony]

Art Museum

@pandalilymicrofics | Word count: 338

"That's my favorite painting."

Lily turned her head to see a blonde girl standing next to her, mesmerized by the same painting. To Lily, it looked like a random splash of colors, a chaotic blend that made no sense.

"Really?" Lily asked.

The girl nodded, her eyes still fixed on the artwork. "The chaos of colors, the way they blend yet stand apart—it’s mesmerizing. Beautiful, unpredictable, and full of hidden meanings."

"Like life," Lily said, meeting the girl’s gaze. Her eyes were a stunning blue, the kind Lily could lose herself in.

"Like life," the girl agreed, her eyes lingering on Lily's face. "What do you see?"

Lily blinked and looked back at the painting. Suddenly, it seemed different, more beautiful, though it still couldn't compare to the girl's eyes. "Pandora's box," Lily said softly. "It feels like an explosion of everything inside, both wonderful and terrible."

A hint of surprise flickered in the girl's eyes. "Exactly," she whispered. "Pandora's box. You know, my name's Pandora."

Lily's heart skipped a beat. "Really? That’s... beautiful."

Pandora laughed softly. "Most people think it’s a curse. But I think it’s about hope—how even in chaos, there’s something worth holding on to."

Lily nodded, captivated. "I think that's beautiful. The idea of hope, I mean."

Pandora took a step closer, their shoulders almost touching. "So, what’s your name?"

"Lily."

"Lily," Pandora repeated, savoring the sound. "Like the flower. Delicate yet resilient."

A warmth spread through Lily's chest. "I- yeah. Yes, I guess so."

Pandora smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Names have meanings, just like art. Sometimes, you just need the right perspective to see it."

They stood in silence for a moment, the chaos of colors on the canvas reflecting the emotions swirling inside them.

"Would you like to see more paintings with me?" Pandora asked, her voice hopeful.

Lily smiled, her heart fluttering. "I’d love to."

As they walked through the museum, Lily thought that maybe they were starting to paint a new story together, one filled with color, chaos, and hope.

[pandoras-boxs-world]

@pandalilymicrofics Prompt 7 (Literature)

Lily was so bored. She may love being one of the top students at hogwarts, but studying was the worst.

"Hey Lils," said Pandora as she came skipping into the library. "What ya doing?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just working on my potions homework"

"Oh, okay, need any help?"

"Okay, yeah, just let me grap some of this schools wonderful literature to read while you finish up your work"

"No I'm good,"

"I'm just gonna go then...."

"No Panda stay, I would love the company,"

Lily's cheeks flushed red. She hadn't quite realised what she had said. She'd never called her panda before.

"Yeah, okay, just let me grap some of this wonderful library's literature to read while you finish up"

Pandora didn't seem fazed at all by the new nickname, but inside, she was jumping for joy. Maybe this meant Lily liked her back after all.

[tsukis-marauders-microfics]

anybody have any microfic ideas?? i’ve been on a kind of slump (and i’ve been busy) so i would love marauders microfic ideas :) (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

[marauders-bs]

august 6- pandalily prompt: surfboard @pandalilymicrofics

Lily's trudging back up the beach towards water and James's judgmental looking boyfriend when someone taps her shoulder.

"Hey, can you teach me to surf?"

Lily's pretty sure her brain short-circuits. Standing in front of her is a blonde woman with a yellow bikini and one blue eye and one gold eye. Madre de Dios, this girl is gorgeous. Like a goddess. Joder, she's beautiful.

"Ah," Lily says, like a real genius. "Yeah. I'm- ah- do you have a surfboard?"

The girl nods, gesturing to it, and Lily is really being stupid because it's in her hands.

"Ah- okay. I'm gonna get some water, and I'll be down. See the five people down there looking like idiots? They're my friends, I'll be over there."

The girl nods and walks down, and her hair is billowing in the wind, and Liliana Evans is such a lesbian.

She gets back down, and the girl- Lily learns her name is Pandora, seriously, can she get any more gorgeous?- does better than any of them on their first tries. Even Marlene, and she moves like she was made for the water.

Later, as the sun begins to set, Pandora smiles at Lily. "I'll be here tomorrow, Lily," she says, and she walks back up the beach.

Sirius laughs at the look on her face and Mary puts an arm around her, and joder, Lily already knows she's done for.

[thebibutterflyao3]

“Leave Him”

@pandalilymicrofics - 601 words

It was a running joke between them for years.

Whenever Lily came into work ranting about her husband’s latest mishap with his friends - an explosive experiment in their kitchen or run-in with muggle police - Pandora teasingly told her to “leave him and run away with me.”

When her own husband printed an embarrassing article in his magazine - questioning celebrity identities or the existence of alien creatures - Lily bumped her hip and said, “You should leave him and open a flower shop with me.”

They were friends. Coworkers at a prestigious potioneers’ lab in Diagon Alley that luncheoned together every week day, shared meaningful looks, and met up for play dates every Sunday at the park with their kids. Harry and Luna were fast friends from their first meeting, when Harry took Luna’s hand and gently led her to the swings.

It was a joke, until it wasn’t.

Pandora stared at Lily in astonishment, her hands trembling against Lily’s waist. She followed Lily into the loo after she’d walked into the office with tears streaming down her cheeks. No words were needed. Pandora didn’t require an explanation to offer comfort.

Then, Lily kissed her. It wasn’t friendly. It was real.

Every platonic thought flew from her mind. The world’s axis tilted the opposite direction, yet still rotated around the same ball of sunshine, Lily. It always was and forever would be Lily.

“What…happened?” Pandora asked, resisting the urge to flee from the volcano of emotions bubbling to the surface. Feelings that she’d repressed for so long now overwhelmed her all at once.

“I ended it,” Lily said, half-sobbing. Her warm hands framed Pandora’s face. “We tried an open relationship for a while, hoping it would fix things. I’ve felt guilty that I couldn’t be as intimate as he wanted, as he needed, really. He found someone who could and I couldn’t continue playing along. I was holding him back, holding myself back.”

Pandora sagged against her, trying to find the right words. To figure out how to describe all of these feelings that she’d boxed up and hidden away. She never thought she could have this. It was a fantasy that she enjoyed in her own mind, a little moment of escapism before returning to reality. Returning to a life that was satisfying, but unfulfilled.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just had to…I don’t know.” Lily’s hands began to slip away, her chin dropping to her chest. “Show you how much I love you? Is that a daft thing to say to a married woman?”

Pandora caught her wrists and lifted Lily’s hands back to where they belonged, cradling her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into Lily’s warmth. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Her own needs were long ago abandoned to care for Luna, but now…now that Lily was here and felt the same way? I can’t lose her.

“Lily, if you’re daft for loving me, then I’m equally daft for loving you,” she said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. Against those lips, Pandora whispered, “We will make this work, I promise.”

“I can’t ask you for this, Pandora. You’re happy with Xeno and have Luna—”

Pandora hushed her gently and wrapped her arms around the curves that she’d only ever dreamed about holding. “Lily, you make me happy. Besides, I think even Xeno, oblivious as he is, saw this coming. He’s hinted at us seeing other people so many times.”

“Please,” Lily pleaded, hugging her tight. “Don’t let me ruin your life.”

“As if you ever could.”

[lily-evans-stan]

“help me” @pandalilymicrofics prompt for june 22!! it’s my second microfic and my first w a prompt so any insights would be so helpful:)))

TW- Eating disorders and mentions of suicide please take care of your self and read with caution

lily had eaten too much.

that much she knew.

pandora had been passing her drink after drink and as lily lost her inhibitions she lost her control.

and she wasn’t allowed to lose control.

control was the only thing keeping her from madness, from destroying herself inside out.

and it wasn’t doing a very good job.

so lily was eating.

so far she had eaten half a cookie, thirteen potato chips and four and a half beers. it was just too much, she was going to cry.

instead she reached out for her fourteenth chip. according to the bag serving sizes were twenty eight chips, lily, in her mind, was getting dangerously close.

as she realized what she was doing she pulled her hand back suddenly.

pandora appeared at her side, “ what are you doing my love?” she hummed. lily flinched and hoped that the blonde girl hadn’t seen the momentary weakness.

“nothing dear,” lily murmured, leaning into pandora’s touch, suddenly imagining what her lover would think had she know how much lily had eaten.

the redhead stiffened ever so slightly, “im going to go to the bathroom.”

lily stumbled towards the bathroom, her mind going over the rules.

one

never eat anything you can’t throw up

two

never let anyone know

three repeat my mantras :

“if she knows then she will never love me again”

“she only loves me because of how i look”

“if i eat so much, i’m going to be fat and then no one will love me ever again”

“i’m miserable now but one day i’ll be happy”

i’m the bathroom lily flung open the stall and kneeled at the toilet bowl if anyone walked in they would think she just had too much to drink. gryffindor parties often got rowdy, especially when all the houses had been invited like they were tonight.

but that was far from what was happening in lily’s mind.

as she stuck her hand down her throat she gagged. and gagged again. and once more but nothing came up. she started sobbing. she was hiccuping and gagging against the hand in her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

what if she couldn’t throw up? what if she has to digest the food?

what if… what if the next time she stepped on the scale she saw the number go up instead of down.

that truly was lilys greatest fear.

she started hyperventilating. she was gagging and blood was coming up and stomach acid was coming up but nothing solid or even that had once been remotely solid. tears and snot were all over her and she could feel the spit sliding down her arm.

that’s when pandora walked in. her eyes took in the scene, the pitiful girl so deep in her mind that she couldn’t even think straight. so tainted with the monster inside that everything she did was traced back to it.

pandora looked at lily and lily looked back. lily was disgusting, she was covered in bodily fluids and was hyperventilating, shaking and still gagging.

“help me.”

with one step pandora was beside her girlfriend, arms around lily. and lily was sobbing into her shoulder.

things would be sorted out, pandora would get the whole story, and everything would be fixed.

eventually.

but for now lily was in pandoras arms and that was enough.

[pandora-mybeloved]

My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars

@pandalilymicrofics (612 words)

The wind howled and scraped against the windows, longing to get in, to escape the biting cold. Windows of a small cottage piled with snow and kissed by frost. Inside, two women sleeping side by side, warm breath, warm skin. White hair against red, brown skin against white.

Pandora’s gray eyes open, but she can’t see Lily. She looks, frantically, grasping at the place where she knows her body is. Panic grips her by the ribcage as she moves, searching. She walks through familiar hallways, places she’s seen but never been to. Pictures line the walls, smiling faces she has seen but never met.

Pandora walks faster, she’s had this dream before and she doesn’t like how it ends.

Someone is knocking on the door. Pandora wants to open it, she knows she shouldn’t. Everytime, the same. Her fingertips prickle, something pulling her towards the handle. There’s bad things outside the door, nothing but pain and sorrow.

Pandora’s head is so cloudy, she just wants to find Lily. What if she’s behind the door? Pandora looks down at the handle. Gold, with a lion. The door handle on their cottage is brass. Pandora engraved a lily on the knob. The two handles converge in her mind and a pain sears through her head.

Where’s Lily?

Pandora opens the door and steps through. The night is dark and her feet are cold, but the front yard smells like summer and fireflies. One foot in front of the other, Pandora stumbles through the wet grass, head pounding.

She hears the door slam shut behind her, but that’s a distant memory now. She’s looking for something. Pandora kneels on the ground, thinking it can’t be too far. She peers through the blades of grass. All the worms have gone underground for the night.

The cottage doesn’t have grass in the front yard, it has wildflowers. Pandora tries to stand, but her legs shake. The street lamps go out. A robed figure walks down the path to the front door. The door with the lion on the handle.

Pandora tries to cry out, warn the people inside, the family. Her voice is gone, trapped in a different world, a different time. She crawls through the yard, trying to stop the monster from baring his teeth.

A flick of his hand and the door flies open. And there it is, the terrible green lighting, streaking across Pandora’s vision, even as she shuts her eyes.

Three flashes, and it’s over.

Pandora collapses to her hands and knees in the grass, entire body shivering. She sobs with no sound, breathes with no air. Where’s Lily? Where’s Lily? Where’s Lily?

Pandora knows where Lily is. She’s in the house with the gold handle, with the grass in the yard, smiling pictures on the walls. Her body is on the floor in front of a cradle, baring her teeth, even in death. Pandora heaves breath after breath, trying to breathe enough for the both of them. She’s so cold, so very cold. The absence of Lily driving away any warmth she ever had.

She looks up and sees a shooting star blazing a path through the sky, and Pandora finds it deep within herself to make one last wish.

The star lands in the grass, flair of dark hair running into the house to make sense of the wreckage but by then Pandora is already surrounded by wildflowers. A voice made of apples and cinnamon calls her name. She blinks snow from her eyelashes, teeth chattering.

Lily is in front of her, cradling her cheeks. Pandora feels tears, frozen over.

“Let’s get you inside.”

***

emo posting on new years eve!! thank u to @seekmemystar @marylily-my-beloved and everyone else who wanted to read this! hope it made u all sooo emoo <3

[theprongspotter]

24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 4

“Christmas Cookies” (Pandalily)

Pandora reaches over and gently grabs the bag of sugar from Lily’s hand. “Wait, that’s too much! Lils, the recipe calls for one cup… were you just eyeballing it?”

Lily shrugs. “Baking can’t be that much different than making a potion, can it?”

The blonde sighs, shaking her head, though a smile is still on her face. “What ever will I do with you, Miss Evans?”

"Whatever you desire.” Lily winks playfully before letting out a laugh. Pandora joins in, too.

“You’re something else, really.” Pandora looks back at the recipe. “Okay, you pour in half a teaspoon of vanilla extract and I’ll pour in 2 tablespoons of cream.”

They do just that, even if Lily spills the vanilla extract everywhere and they spend at least ten minutes cleaning it up.

“How are you so good at baking?” Lily asks as she whisks the mixture, looking at the other woman.

Pandora hums and a smile forms on her face again as if she’s looking back on a memory. “Ev and I used to bake all the time. It started off as just something to do to pass time and kind of escape reality, but then we started to actually enjoy it.” She pauses. “Don’t tell Ev that I told you, though.”

“I’d never.”

Lily puts her hands on her hips as she stares smugly at the bowl of icing. “It looks perfect. I’m basically a professional, now.”

“It looks perfect, but does it taste perfect?” Pandora dips a finger into the bowl and puts it in her mouth. She nods approvingly at her friend. “Tastes perfect, too.”

A smear of icing is on her bottom lip and Lily must be staring for too long, because Pandora raises a curious brow. “What?”

“Dora, you have a little something right there.”

“Where?”

“Here, let me get it for you.” Lily says before quickly pressing their lips together.

Pandora grins. “You sly girl.”

Lily grins back and lets Pandora pull her into another kiss. It doesn’t last long, though, because Lily frowns when a burnt smell hits her nose. “What’s that smell?”

Pandora pauses and then gasps. “Lily, the cookies!”

[moutainrusing]

identity

422 words, @pandalilymicrofics

Online etiquette: don’t interact with strangers. Stranger: a person whom you don’t know the identity of. How to stay safe online would therefore be: don’t interact with people whom you don’t know the identities of.

But that was the thing, that was the catch, Lily did know Pandora’s identity, and fine, she’d never met Pandora in real life nor heard her voice, but she knew her, she knew everything about her. She’d stay up late messaging Pandora, they’d tell each other their secrets; Lily did know Pandora.

They weren’t strangers, even if they had only connected thanks to Pandora texting the wrong number. But then they’d kept texting, and now every time Lily saw Pandora’s contact appear upon her phone, her cheeks flushed and her chest felt warm. She was replying immediately with a grin stretching across her face, everything was burning up and all she could do was wait in jumpy anticipation for Pandora’s response.

There was always a response.

Their conversation was seamless, they never got bored of each other, in fact, they remembered things about each other. Lily would go as far as saying that Pandora was her best friend, except she couldn’t say that.

They’d never met.

But Lily wanted to. Her fingers were trembling and her shirt felt hot, humid, heavy as it clung to her body. She opened their conversation and stared at it, closed her eyes and the memory of the screen was imprinted onto her brain, as if she would savour what they had forever. Even though they had nothing. It was all online. She wanted to…

Through her nose, she inhaled deeply, felt her breath rattling around her chest. All her emotions were too big, they were churning an earthquake within her ribcage, tossing her heart in the winds until it popped open like an inflated paper shopping bag, raining confetti of used, damp tissue over the floor of her feet. Again, she took a breath, and tried to slow the race of her heart. Where was it trying to go? Just stay. Stay calm.

Ever so calmly, Lily texted, Do you want to facetime?

Immediately after pressing send, she chucked her phone to the side and buried her head in a pillow, trying to drown her hot cheeks in soft cushion and ending up warmer than she already was.

When she finally emerged, she pressed her nail to her bottom lip and winced as she opened her phone again.

Then she beamed. Pandora was typing, adding on to her reply of, Yes.

[outromoony]

Library

@pandalilymicrofics | Word count: 239

"Your book is upside down." Pandora jumped at the sudden voice beside her. She looked up to see Regulus staring at her, eyebrow raised.

"You know, when you said you were going to the library, I thought it was for studying, not for staring at Evans."

"I..." Pandora glanced down and realized her book wasn't just upside down but also in a language she couldn't even recognize. She cursed herself internally. "It's not what it looks like."

"Sure, of course it isn't," Regulus sighed, taking a seat in the empty chair beside her. "Quite a coincidence she's sitting right there at the next table."

Pandora looked up at Lily, who was absorbed in her book, her brow furrowed in concentration. She seemed remarkably serene, a stark contrast to her usual bustling presence around the castle or reprimanding third years for rule-breaking. Lily was always vibrant and energetic, but in the library, she exuded a calmness that Pandora found captivating. It was as if she allowed herself a moment to simply be herself, away from the pressures of perfection everyone attributed to her.

"She's definitely a beautiful coincidence," Pandora replied, unable to tear her eyes away from the redhead. Regulus made a disgusted noise beside her, and she chuckled softly.

"You're hopeless," he shook his head, sighing.

"Maybe," she grinned. "But isn't that where the best stories come from?"

Regulus looked at her like he didn't agree in the slightest.

[marlsswrites]

June 27th

“Leave him.” - @pandalilymicrofics - words: 698

Lily has been on her fair share of bad dates in her life, but this had to be the absolute worst.

His name was Severus Snape, really? That’s the most stuck up, trust fund baby, prick name ever. He even lived up to all three of those insults.

He was slimy, disgusting, dry, and a certified douche bag.

She scooted her chair away from the table with a squeak on the restaurants wooden floor, claiming she had to use the restroom.

After locking the door, she pulled out her phone and dialled the one person she knew she could count on.

Pandora Rosier.

The truth about her and Lily’s relationship was a mystery, she was one of Lily’s best friends, also the girl she’s been in love with since she was 17.

Now, at 23 years old, Lily goes on date after date trying to find someone who could compare to Pandora, but no one ever did. The beauty and perfection of Pandora Rosier was unmatchable.

“Dora.” Lily sighed into the phone as Pandora answered.

“Lils?” She asked in a worried tone.

“You know that date I had going on tonight?”

Pandora didn’t respond straight away, Lily swore she could hear the deep breath the blonde girl took before talking in a slightly less steady voice. “Yeah?”

“You have to help me love, he’s disgusting.” She spoke out, gagging at the end of her sentence to prove a point. “What do I do?” She whined.

“Just leave him, flower.” Pandora suggested with an even softer tone. “Tell him it’s a family emergency and run away.” She laughed that beautiful laugh behind the phone. “I’ve pulled that stunt multiple times.”

“Yeah-“ Lily was cut off by the rustling of keys and the click of a door lock. “Where are you going?”

Lily swore she could feel Pandora’s smile through the phone. “Picking you up of course, silly. Send me the location.”

It was such a small gesture, the two did things like this for each other all the time, yet it still made Lily flush up to the tips of her ears. “Right- sent!I’ll see you in five?”

“See you soon, flower.”

-

“Are you sure you’re fine letting me stay here?” Lily said warily.

Pandora had offered Lily a place to stay at her house tonight, due to Lily’s total fed up mood and an obvious bad date. Pandora just wanted to make her friend happy, make sure her friend was okay.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Friend.

If only they were more, Pandora constantly thought.

Admittedly, it was rather painful to watch Lily go on date after date, every time was spent with Pandora wishing she was in whoever the lucky and unworthy man or woman it was who went out with the Lily Evans. Pandora could treat her so much better than them, if only Lily knew that.

“Of course.” She replied casually, throwing on another few pillows onto her double bed for Lily. “Remember those sleepovers we used to have as teenagers?”

She heard Lily’s sweet laugh from behind her. “Those were good times.”

Five minutes later both girls were changed into something to sleep in, Pandora in green silk pyjamas and Lily in one of Pandoras oversized t shirt and a pair of fluffy pj bottoms.

The image of Lily with her red messy hair pinned up into a bun, her body covered up to her thighs with Pandora’s massive t shirt and a shy smile on her face made Pandora feel slightly faint. Only slightly.

“Goodnight Dora.” Lily sighed as she sunk into the soft mattress of Pandoras bed.

“Goodnight flower.” Pandora whispered as she watched her flower drift off to sleep. “My flower.” She corrected when she thought Lily was fast asleep.

-

Lily, in fact, was not asleep.

That is how she woke up with her limbs tangled with Pandora’s, her shirt wonky and her shorts completely discarded on the floor. Her messy bun half fallen out, and last nights makeup smeared.

Pandora was a mess too, not really though. She looked perfect, ethereal, magical. Like she always does, now Lily can truly admire her like she was born to do.

[pandoras-boxs-world]

@pandalilymicrofics -Prompt 11 (Discipline)

"I can't believe you, Pandora. This is the third time this week you've been late to my lesson, " snapped professor Mcgonagall,"if this happens again, you'll have to be disciplined"

"Huh umm...yeah of course, professor."Pandora said quietly.

She took her seat at the back of the class.

"As I was saying before Miss Rosier rudely interrupted us. This is Lily our new student"

The new girl waved and gave the class a small smile.

"Lily go take a seat"

The only seat left was next to Pandora. Lily slowly sat down next to Dora and stretched out her hand.

"Hi, I'm lily well you already knew that, but ya know." Lily gave out a small awkward laugh.

Pandora looked into Lily's beautiful eyes. They were like pools of emeralds , Pandora could look into them for hours. Lily's hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and her hair was a beautiful tangerine colour. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and freckles ran across her cheeks.

"Hello there, I'm Pandora," Pandora said gently shaking her hand.

Maybe Pandora wouldn't be late to class anymore.

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

Prompt 2 - Lipstick - @pandalilymicrofics - 325 words

Lily was waiting anxiously outside the Ravenclaw common room. She had gotten ready quickly and arrived earlier than she had anticipated. Lily was fighting the urge to bite off all her nails in her nervousness.

Luckily, Pandora didn’t need much time to get ready, or at least that’s what Lily knew. Today, she was being thoroughly proven wrong. It was their one-month anniversary two days ago and by chance, they had stumbled upon a Hogsmeade weekend. Lily was convincing herself that Pandora couldn’t have gotten cold feet that quickly.

When Pandora finally exited the common room, Lily was taken aback so heavily that she didn’t even realize that her jaw was hanging open. She could only gape at the breathtakingly gorgeous girl in front of her.

“Do you like my new look?” Pandora asked expectantly twirling from side to side to show her whole head.

“It’s pink,” was the only response Lily could come with in such short notice.

“Yeah, it is,” Pandora smiled deeply.

“It’s amazing. You look like a fairy,” was the answer Lily gave as she took a strand of highlighted pink hair in her hands. Lily absolutely loved the new look. The pink in Pandora’s gleaming blond hair made her look surprisingly more heavenly than usual. Lily didn’t have words to describe Pandora. But I do. Pandora resembled a goddess descending from the unknown depths of heaven willing to grant all your earthly wishes true.

As Lily finally let go of Pandora’s hair after her deep adoration, she noticed pink pigment on her fingers, “Is that lipstick?”

“Yeah. I tried transfiguring it but I couldn’t get the right shade so I had to improvise. It’s the reason I’m late. I’m sorry,” Pandora replied.

“No issues darling. You can take as much time as you want to look like my dream,” Lily added in her best attempt at flirting.

Pandora laughed heartily. Lily couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

[marauders-bs]

pandalily- august 7 prompt: summer @pandalilymicrofics tw: idk some heavy trauma on dora's part, dead bodies mentioned, dora has a vision

this is a long one folks

Pandora hasn't felt alive since she left her parents' house. Everything she's ever done has felt like someone else is controlling it, probably because her parents were controlling it. Even if they're not now, she can still feel it.

"Get the fuck up, Panda," Barty says randomly one day. Pandora looks up, and her roommate looks incredibly pissed off. "You've been wallowing and I am not having it. That's Reg's job, not yours."

"What do you want me to do?" Pandora asks, not really caring.

"I don't know!" Barty says angrily. "It's fucking summer. Go to the beach. You know what, that's exactly what we're going to do. Reg's brother and his friends are going to be there."

Pandora just shrugs. Barty looks angrier still.

--

Pandora still doesn't feel alive, but she feels present, and that's a little better. Mary and James have control of the stereo, but she doesn't mind much.

Lily Evans is there. She's gotten prettier somehow since they left school.

Regulus and Sirius appear to be bonding. That's good, Pandora thinks. A bridge, mending.

--

She's walking to buy chips, Lily beside her, when she feels it. The snap, the sort of pain. The Rosier curse, kind of. Visions, prophecies.

Images flash. Bodies- dead bodies. Evan's, then Reg's, then James's, then Lily's. Peter. Barty. Fire, water. Green. Silver. Black, accompanying rasping breaths.

"Pandora? Dora!"

Pandora wrenches herself into the present. The vision is already slipping, and she's grateful. She doesn't need to know how she dies.

Lily is holding her.

Lily is holding her.

"I'm alright," Dora mutters. "I'm alright."

[thebibutterflyao3]

“Sun Cream”

@pandalilymicrofics - 958 words

Tw: Very Slightly NSFW

“How long have we been friends?” Lily asked, gently smoothing sun cream over her shoulders.

Her movements were elegant even now. The way her fingers curled around the soft curve of her shoulder and danced across her collarbones made Pandora want to trace that freckled skin with her tongue. Why did she have to wear the halter top suit?

Pandora tore her gaze away, forcefully refocusing her attention on her surroundings. The private beach. The ocean. Their friends swimming. Lily asked her a question. What was it? Something about being friends?

“How long?” she echoed.

Lily nodded, then lifted her arms over her head to smooth the white cream on her neck and upper back. “A few years now, yeah?”

Their annual girls’ only holidays started three summers ago, about six months after Dorcas and Marlene’s wedding. The wedding she and Lily were bridesmaids in, and where she met this stunning woman for the first time at their hen party the night before. Has it really been that long?

“Mm-hmm, almost four years now,” Pandora said. She flipped through the book that she’d been pretending to read for the last half-hour or so while she stared at Lily from behind her sunglasses. Like a creep. “Hard to believe it’s been that long already.”

Lily hummed in agreement as she unfolded from her beach chair and lifted to her feet. Without another word, she shooed Pandora’s legs off of her chair and sat on the foot rest. Handing the bottle of sun cream to her, Lily dropped her chin to her chest and waited. As if it were completely normal for Pandora to touch her.

“Oh, right,” Pandora said, squirting cream into her palm. “Just your shoulders or…”

“No, all of it. I burn so easily, it has to go everywhere.” Lily swept her long, plaited hair in front of her shoulder.

Pandora tentatively pressed her fingers to Lily’s warm, impossibly soft skin. As she spread the cream around her bare back, she made sure to apply it liberally everywhere the suit didn’t cover. When her fingers drifted down to the base of Lily’s spine, Pandora shifted backwards to squeeze her thighs together. Do not make this weird!

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’ve ever thought about us.”

Her hands paused amid the delicate swirls she was creating, but Pandora managed to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Us? What do you mean?”

Lily shrugged lightly, then glanced back at her with a small smile. “I’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

“You’ve thought about us? As in…” Pandora prompted, searching the depths of her bold green eyes. “What about us?”

“You know, us. Us us.”

Thank you. Now it’s as clear as mud, Lily.

“Us us.” Pandora frowned as she returned her attention to Lily’s back. “What does that mean?”

Lily’s sigh was well beyond exasperated. She lifted up and slid back, wedging her body between Pandora’s legs. Startled, Pandora held her hands out to the sides like a sun cream soaked scarecrow.

“Like this. Do you ever think about us like this?” Lily asked, trailing her fingers over Pandora’s knees. She glanced over her shoulder coyly. “Surely you’ve considered it?”

Pandora choked on her own spit. “W-What? With you?”

“If you want to, we could.” Lily hesitated, then clasped her hands in her lap. “Or not, if you don’t.”

She started to move away before Pandora’s brain clicked back on again. Mindlessly, she reached for Lily and hauled her fully into her lap by the hips. Lily snorted a laugh as she turned to face her, but Pandora had already launched forward to kiss her cheek, meeting her grinning mouth instead.

The kiss was terribly sloppy, with Lily giggling at Pandora’s overeager response and their mismatched heights. Lily was several inches taller and straddling her lap, so she towered over Pandora. Worse still, her wandering hands created a disaster all on their own. It wasn’t until she pulled back to try again that Pandora realised she’d smeared sun cream all over the wrap tied at Lily’s waist.

“Oh! I have too much…” she trailed off, frantically spreading the cream on Lily’s arms. Rather quickly, she realised there was more on her hands than any one person could possibly need. Her cheeks heated as she rubbed it in on herself too. “May have overdone it a bit.”

Lily’s grin turned wicked as she hitched up one bare leg. “Plenty of skin left. Go on.”

A pitiful whine escaped before she could stop it. She’d dreamed of this so many times, even created elaborate scenarios that led to her hands exploring every inch of this gorgeous woman’s body. Pandora cursed under her breath as she stroked her hands over the thick thighs she’d admired all afternoon. Every nerve in her body was a live wire, bursting into sparks wherever their bodies met.

“Now?” Pandora asked breathlessly when the sun cream was finally gone. Her hands gripped Lily’s thighs, desperately trying to contain their wandering. “We can go back to the beach house if–”

“Relax, Pandora,” Lily whispered against her lips. “We have all weekend.”

This time, the kiss was perfect. The slide of Lily’s strawberry lip gloss against her own lips sent a delighted shiver down her spine. Pandora melted into Lily’s arms as their tongues danced together for the first time. Yes! This. More of this.

“About time,” Marlene snarked, flopping in Lily’s chair. She leaned over and flicked water at them. “Oi, let the girl breathe, Lils. She’s going to pass out.”

Lily nipped at Pandora’s bottom lip as she pulled away. Then, she smoothed over the spot with her thumb and grinned. “Alright?”

Pandora stared up at her, mind hazy and eyes unfocused. “Brilliant. You’re just…brilliant.”