#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.”

[thebibutterflyao3]

"Ordinary"

@pandalilymicrofics - 748 words

part seven - part eight - part nine

“Maman? Who are you talking—Oh! Uncles!” Luna swiped Pandora’s mobile and plopped onto a stool at the counter. Immediately, the conversation took a sharp turn.

Regulus’s face lit up at the sight of his goddaughter. “Ma chérie! L'école va bien? Tu as besoin de quelque chose? Tu as des amis?” (My darling! School is good? You need anything? You have friends?) 

“Of course she has friends!” Sirius chastised. “Luna is nature’s child. Who wouldn’t love our moon baby?”

Luna grinned wider than ever. “I do have friends, four of them!”

“You see?” Sirius said, sounding self-satisfied. “She is fine. Stop mothering her.”

“Hush.” Regulus’s voice shifted to a gentle tone as he turned back to Luna. “What can I send you, my sweet? A pretty dress? Oh, I know! you don’t have a tiara!”

Sirius scoffed, “Non! Ce n'est pas une petite fille! (No! She's not a little girl!) She’s a teenager now. You want records and a record player, don’t you? I can send you some of my favourites, ma grenouille.” (my frog)

“Records? You’re a fossil. I have her and Pandora on my Spotify plan,” Regulus said.

Pandora was shaking with silent laughter as the brothers began arguing over the gifts they would send for her birthday. Luna happily watched them bicker with pure, unfiltered adoration splashed over her soft features. They were obnoxiously wealthy and had to be forcefully limited to only sending gifts for holidays. Which meant every ordinary holiday was treated like Christmas and Luna received a pile of gifts. Thankfully, they had excellent taste in clothes and generally bought things that they knew Luna would like. Please do send a tiara. I may have to steal it.

“Hmm, new paint brushes would be nice,” Luna said finally. “I’m working on a mural. Do you want to see?”

“And paint!” Sirius enthused. “Yes! Show us!”

Regulus clicked his tongue in agreement. “Perhaps a smock as well? You're freckled with orange, darling.”

They disappeared up the stairs, chattering like mice plotting to steal cheese from the pantry. Except, she supposed, it was more like mice who intended to fill the pantry with cheese. Pandora huffed at her failed metaphor and focused on the cheese at hand, or rather, on the sandwiches she was making. Croque monsier was one of Luna’s favourites, and her own comfort food.

When the sandwiches were ready, she threw together a small salad for each of them and set the table. Pandora knew that Luna would wander down when she smelled it, so she didn’t bother to interrupt…until she heard the TikTok song that her daughter was singing. Shite. Don’t spin! Don’t spin! 

She rushed up the stairs to find Luna spinning wildly as she sang,

I am an alien. My rocket ship is human bone and skin. I’m something smaller, staring out the skull with a panel of wire and buttons. I don’t understand, spamming every one of them. So does being human mean pretending to know what’s going on. Hello? What’s going on? Ohhhh Ahhhhh Hello? Fine! (“What’s Going On?” by madilynmei on TikTok)

Regulus made a strange noise as Pandora pulled the phone from Luna’s hand, then he started breathing heavily. “I-I’m feeling a bit off. Pardon me, my sweet.” 

He disappeared from the screen and Sirius took over, grinning broadly. “I love that song, Luna! Give me back to her. Let’s hear it again. How’s it start? I am an alien…”

“Fine, but no more spinning when Uncle Regulus is on the screen, alright? It makes him ill, remember?” Pandora said, reluctantly handing the phone over. 

“Sorry, Uncle!” Pandora then launched into the song again, jumping up on her bed to bounce instead. 

Pandora sighed, holding back a laugh when Sirius joined in enthusiastically. He was always the one who encouraged her daughter’s chaotic side, while Regulus tended to prefer her whimsical side. Between the two of them and Evan, Luna had a rapt audience for any and everything that popped into her mind. 

Watching her daughter thrive on her uncles’ attention warmed her from the inside out. The two of them may live alone, but they were surrounded by so many loving people that it never felt that way. Their family had always felt so full, so supportive and loving. In moments like this, Pandora couldn’t help but feel grateful for every one of them who filled the gap that losing Xeno left behind. 

I don’t know what I would do without them. Probably drink. 

[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.

[marauders-bs]

Final - @pandalilymicrofics - word count: 211

Lily scribbled out another line. She genuinely had no idea why she was taking Divination- it was Pandora’s thing, not hers. The final exam might kill her before Voldemort got the chance to. 

“Lils?” Pandora’s soft voice asked, sitting down beside her. “What’s going on?”

“Exams” was all Lily said. She didn’t have problems with her other classes, and of course it was her girlfriend’s passion that she sucked at. Why wouldn’t it be?

Pandora tapped a word with her wand, altering the tense to fit the rest of the phrase. “Love, it might be time to take a break. Do you have any idea how long you’ve been at this?”

“...Long?” Lily offered helplessly.

Pandora laughed softly, plucking the quill out of Lily’s hand. “And you have rounds tonight. I’ll help with the essay, as long as it’s tomorrow. And I don’t want to hear arguments,” she said, predicting what Lily was going to say with perfect accuracy. “You already helped me with Potions. It’s almost lunch time, let’s go have a picnic.”

Lily smiled, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “What in Godric’s name have I done to deserve you?”

“I think it’s what I haven’t done to deserve you, but we can agree to disagree,” Pandora said. 

[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)

[fictionalsimp09]

Ours - Pandalily - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 238 words - AO3

Pandora always thought the best thing to be theirs was their relationship. Just Lily ranting to her about her current books, or how annoying her boys are. Waking her up at five am to watch the sunrise, and having her tangled red hair rest against Pandora’s shoulder almost immediately after as she fell asleep. Helping Lily with her studying so she can get the best grade possible, not that she needed help, just some reassurance that she can, in fact, do it. Going to sleep and waking up next to the same person each day, hopefully for the rest of their life. 

She didn’t expect anything more from her girlfriend. Then they moved in together. Got married. Bought a house. They are living the dream life, and Pandora couldn’t be happier. 

Or she thought she couldn’t be, until the night that changed everything. Lily was lying in a hospital bed, utterly exhausted from the day's events. Even when screaming in pain, sweat covering every inch of her body, she was the most beautiful person Pandora has ever seen. 

A baby starts crying from across the room, and she rushes over to him, gently picking him up before he can wake his mother. “Shh, Harry, it’s okay,” Pandora murmurs, and he soon settles down in her arms. Looking down at his face, she smiles at their son, “You are without a doubt the best thing to ever be ours.” 

[me-is-obsessed]

White Christmas - pandalily microfic - 297 words

Pandora pulled her beanie over her head, the final layer in the outfit that took her twenty minutes to put together. Her wife, Lily, always laughed at her ability to layer clothes to the point that even when the temperature was below freezing, she never needed to wear a coat.

Currently, Pandora had fleece-lined leggings, normal leggings, and skin-colored stockings on under a black skirt, as well as three layers of long-sleeves, two of them fleece-lined, under a blue Christmas sweater.

Pandora finally walked out of her and Lily's bedroom and out of their flat to where Lily and their three-year old daughter, Luna, were waiting for her to finish getting ready.

Luna was bundled up in a coat, hat, mittens, and snow boots, despite the fact that there was not even a bit of snow on the ground. Lily was not quite as covered as their daughter was, but she still had a coat and some gloves.

Her wife laughed at Pandora's outfit before smiling and gesturing for the three of them to begin their walk to the Santa meet-and-greet.

Pandora quickly found herself carrying Luna on her back, holding her up with one arm, while holding hands with Lily with her other hand. Luna giggled every time Pandora hoisted her up to keep the little girl from falling.

Christmas lights blinked on the front steps of the flats they walked by, and displays in store featured toys that Luna kept shouting "That's so cool!" at (after which Lily would sneakily write down what the toy was to remember it) and bookstores that the whole ground would pause to peer into before remembering where they were going.

Even if there wasn't snow on the ground, Pandora was still pretty happy with how her Christmas was going.

[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.

[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.

[thebibutterflyao3]

"Spiritual"

@pandalilymicrofics - 1032 words

part nine - part ten - part eleven

Reminding herself that she had no reason to hurry home, Lily rode the tube to the other side of town. There were a number of queer clubs in London, but she wasn’t in the mood to dance and definitely not dressed for it, so she headed to The Golden Doe. Walking confidently through Leicester Square, Lily made her way to the first sapphic pub she stepped foot in after her divorce was finalized. The Gold Doe welcomed her, as it always did, with a friendly bartender and a few familiar faces. 

Lily smiled to herself and slid off her suit coat, aiming for a slightly more casual look. The black, sleeveless silk blouse beneath with lace across the bodice was one of her favourites. Spotting an open stool at the bar, she tucked her purse carefully into her briefcase and draped her coat over her lap. She decided against the questionable pub floor, resting her briefcase on the foot rail instead. Once she’d finally settled in, Lily sipped her drink and let her gaze sweep over the other patrons. 

“Hello again,” Dorcas said, slipping into the seat next to her. “Where have you been?”

Lily smiled, recognising her voice before turning. “Working, you?”

“That’s always the way, isn’t it?” Dorcas ordered a scotch and soda, answered a text on her phone, then propped her elbow on the bar to face Lily. “Did you come straight from the office too?”

“I did,” Lily admitted. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you since that night,” Dorcas said thoughtfully, circling her index finger around the rim of her glass. “The last time you were here, I mean.”

Lily stared into her pretty pink drink, toying with the plastic sword which speared half of an orange slice. A month ago, she met Dorcas and enjoyed an evening chatting her up. Dorcas was a clever lawyer with a sharp tongue and even sharper wit. They’d ended up snogging in a dark corner for what felt like ages before Lily bailed. It wasn’t a bad snog, but it was more of a battle than she was prepared for. Apparently, Dorcas preferred to lead, but so did Lily. Same problem, different partner. 

“Were you thinking that we are a little too alike?” Lily asked.

Dorcas chuckled. “Something like that. I enjoy a bit of a power struggle, but I wasn’t sure if you were into it. Seeing as how you ended things early.”

Lily huffed an awkward little laugh. “Pass. I’ve been there, done that. It didn’t end well.”

“I understand. Well, if you change your mind…you have my number,” she said, nudging Lily’s elbow. Dorcas swivelled on her stool and lifted to her feet. “Oh good, my friend’s finally here. If you’d like to join us, you’re welcome.”

Lily glanced up with a denial on her lips and froze. It was her. Or, it could be her, if she was real.

Tiny blonde braids were looped around the crown of her head with butterfly clips, but otherwise, the beautiful woman approaching Dorcas was incredibly similar to the one she’d dreamed about. Although, as Lily studied her, she did see more differences. It’s not possible. I’m projecting. Wishful thinking. 

“Hello, love.” Dorcas greeted her with air kisses. “You look nice.”

The woman smiled, then flicked one of the butterfly clips lightly. “My personal stylist insisted I needed a proper ‘going out’ look. Do you like it?”

“Obviously.”

Lily finished her drink in one long swallow and debated her options. She could leave now, take the tube home, and crash into bed before nine like she had nearly every day for the last two weeks. Or, she could buy this woman a drink, strike up a conversation, and see what happens. 

Will it ruin the fantasy if it becomes real? Annoyed with herself, Lily brushed that thought away as soon as it landed. The real quandary here was simple. Did Lily want to pursue someone? Anyone? Was she ready if it was real? Would she be disappointed if it wasn’t, or relieved?

I don’t know what I want, but I can’t risk missing out on this. On her. I have to know who she is, at least!

Decisively, Lily swivelled around in her chair to find Dorcas and the blonde tucked into a booth in the far corner. Her heart sank at once when she realised they were holding hands. 

Am I too late? Did I misunderstand her invitation?

“Another cosmo?” the bartender asked. 

Lily rested her elbows back on the bar and nodded. “Yes, please.”

The longer she watched Dorcas and her friend, the more Lily wished she hadn’t hesitated. If she’d simply followed Dorcas to meet the woman, Lily could have introduced herself without an awkward walk through the crowd that was beginning to fill out the pub. But no, she was busy overthinking everything again and ducked instead of swerving.

Lily sighed and gathered up her suit coat, then glanced down at her feet. If she was going to take a shot, she’d have to haul her briefcase with her. Inane insecurities that she hadn’t heard from in ages popped up now. 

What if I walk all the way over there and she’s not interested? Walking back with her coat and briefcase in hand would be humiliating. Perhaps it was presumptuous to bring everything with her, but she couldn’t leave it unattended. 

What if Dorcas was just being polite? Then, when I show up, I’ll make their girls’ night awkward.

What if Dorcas didn’t mean “join them” at the table, but “join them” in bed? Lily had no idea what she’d say to that proposition. While she was working on being open-minded, Lily wasn’t sure she was ready to be threesome open. 

Her fingers drifted absently over her suit coat as she worked up the courage to approach the table. Which was when she felt it, a hard lump in her pocket that definitely hadn’t been there when she dressed that morning. Lily pulled out the pink stone and stared at it, incredulous. Another piece of rose quartz had appeared in her pocket.

What does it mean? Am I having a spiritual experience or a fever dream?

[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.

[forthesafics]

@pandalilymicrofics - prompt: pressure - 386 words

The clock reads half past eleven already when Lily finally finishes her transfiguration essay. It’s due in a few days, but between being a Prefect, establishing good revision habits, and her other homework, she’s so busy this year that she tries to get as much done in advance as she can.

With a sigh, she puts her things away and heads to bed, careful not to wake the other girls. It takes her ages to fall asleep, her mind racing over every single thing she has to do. The lists make themselves, her week’s schedule clear in her mind’s eye as steady waves of stress make her heart pound loudly.

When the alarm rings the next morning, Lily groggily gets out of bed. Maybe she should’ve been more reasonable and turned in earlier last night. But there’s so much to do, she can’t afford to waste any time.

Mary and Marlene are still in their respective beds when she walks out of their room, the first rarely eating breakfast and the second always arriving late for it.

When she steps into the Great Hall, Lily already has a stomach ache thinking about how much work she has ahead of her before she can go back to bed.

“Hello, Lily,” she hears a familiar voice call from behind her.

Immediately, a huge smile spreads on her face. “Hi, love,” she replies, turning around to find Pandora looking at her with a slightly worried expression.

“What’s wrong?” Pandora asks her.

“What do you mean?”

“Your tie isn’t done properly and you forgot your Prefect pin.” Pandora levels her with a stern look. “Lily Evans, how many hours did you sleep last night?”

“Er…” Lily looks at her sheepishly.

Pandora shakes her head fondly. “You’re going to burn out at this rate. You need to allow yourself to rest!”

“I know, I know. There’s just… so much pressure right now. It feels like I’m constantly running out of time.”

Pandora takes her hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. “Well then talk to me, instead of spiralling. What are girlfriends for, hmm?”

Lily blushes and gives her a quick kiss on the lips, already feeling better. Such is the magical effect Pandora has on her. “Okay. Thank you.”

That night, Lily goes to bed well before her roommates.

[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.

[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.

[lady-stardust-sang]

“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.