#quill kips

[sciroccoorion35]

@starwritingbri ❤️

Lockwood and Kipps - Orange Juice by Noah Kahan

Anyway, I am feeling feelings about the concept of Kipps having been a friend of Jessica's, and thus witnessed the immediate aftermath of her death, and thus knowing Lockwood on a level nobody else can, despite the long running rivalry okay bye—

[happygoosebird]

Finished The Empty Grave!!!

[clouds-of-wings]

The real "insane shippers who can't accept reality" are the people who ship Sahra Wagenknecht and the AfD and get upset now that the elections in the East are over and she actually starts criticizing them. I mean if she liked them she'd have joined them instead of starting her own party..? A left-conservative is different from a far right politician. Economic justice and a strong welfare state have always been like her main topic, and the AfD is totally against that.

[sweetyamz1]

✦ court Jester npts pack﹕

names — Jester.　Harlequin.　Fool.　Quincy.　Merrick.　Puck.　Raff.　Tobin.　Bard.　Pierrot.　Rigo.　Finn.　Tumble.　Folly.　Razz.　Trixie.　Jingle.　Caprice.　Raffi.　Quill.　Patch.　Motte.　Grin.　Tilty.　Jingle.　Kip.　Scamp.　Riddle.　Tansy.　Jovie.　Merry.　Chester.　Caper.　Ditto.　Spry.　Glee.　Quirk.　Wynn.　Jiffy.

pronouns — jest / jests / jestself.　quill / quills / quillself.　trick / tricks / trickself.　glee / glees / gleeself.　joke / jokes / jokeself.　flick / flicks / flickself.　charm / charms / charmself.　twirl / twirls / twirlself.　mask / masks / maskself.　cap / caps / capself.　prank / pranks / prankself.　skip / skips / skipself.　tilt / tilts / tiltself.　wink / winks / winkself.　grin / grins / grinself.　whim / whims / whimself.　caper / capers / caperself.　giggle / giggles / giggleself.　quips / quips / quipself.

titles — the fool with a thousand faces.　[prn] who dances on the edge of reason.　the trickster in the king’s court.　[prn] who turns sorrow into laughter.　the master of jest and jibe.　[prn] who wears a smile.　the bringer of mirth.　[prn] who hides wisdom in folly.　the laughter in the shadow of the throne.　[prn] who spins tales.

[thedonutdeliverygirl]

Lockwood: Lucy darling, have you read the morning paper? It appears that they finally caught that shoplifter they've been after for the past month, you know they could have spent at least a small fraction of that that time helping out that local family who's house burned down just a few weeks ago but I've never been one to tell others how to do their job. Could you pour me a cup too dear? Also pack me a couple extra biscuits it's gonna be a long day at the office.

Lucy: well first off darling a "please" wouldn't kill you and second your just whining because that was OUR house that caught on fire because you and George had the brilliant idea to try and grease everything with gasoline, at three and the morning no less mind you.

Lockwood: well in our defense it worked quite well-

Lucy: yes quite well indeed until you decided it was a good night to build a fire in the fireplace which you just so happened to have greased the doors of with gasoline just a minute ago!

their just doing married couple things 🩷

[psystirene]

scabs + slugcat / scab hybrid

some hcs under the cut fdhshcshc

As part of making Rain World's creatures all look like they came from similar ancestry, I try to keep everything with three toes, etc. I think another feature that is common in a lot of Rain World's species is hardened heads, usually these are derivatives of the material known as "living metal". This is what iterators are made out of. It is a living structure like skin but is tough as steel, but has a sort of high metabolic cost (partly due to its weight).

So this is mostly seen in lizards, who can afford it because they are (mostly) solo predators, efficient hunters who basically just eat and sleep (and breed presumably?).

Scavs are probably omnivores, and can't eat directly from carcasses. Over time their living metal components devolved into a more natural sort of carapace, keratin-type structure, which forms the "mask" of the scavs. Probably also teeth and such.

Basically spear-defying lizard heads, dark scav heads & horns, and vulture masks are all derived from the same thing (= the Ancients obsession with masks /hj)

Other fun fact headcanons: - Scavengers have a primordial pouch (think the glob of fat over a cat's stomach. It's for protection) - Scav quills rattle to make a rustling-esque sound and are used as part of body language. - Scavs can vocalize but it sounds really dumb. I'm imagining deer sounds. Please listened to deer sounds. - Scavs do not have external ears, but they have ear holes under where their masks end.

Also realistically slugcats and scavengers could not have a hybrid baby, but I was asked by Kip what I thought it would be like and what I came out with is, basically, a fuzzier slug with ears farther to the sides, more upper body & arm strength, stubbier tail, and probably less pipe mobility but the ability to jump from pole to pole (yippee!!)

[fictionalmenjusthitdifferent]

Mischief Managed ~ A marauders short fic

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Decided to stay up too late watching prisoner of Azkaban, chose pain apparently? So have an AU fic-lit where when Sirius breaks into the castle, he pays Moony a visit before striking out on his own again.

(yes there should have been way more discussion dialogue, ik ik, I was writing this for tear factor. This is set late at night, Remus is grading papers in his office.)

⚠️ANGST (so bad it made my best friend cry)⚠️

The person who leaned in the doorway was the very last Remus expected, not a student, or a professor, no. A soft, teasing smile pulls at the man's lips, even as tars brim his eyes watching his friend bent over the desk. His voice was a broken, breathy whisper, but as warm and comforting as a balm to Remus' aching heart.

"Hello Moony..."

Hazel eyes snap up from the papers scattered across the oak, filling instantly with tears, a choked sound bubbled up in Remus' throat, his quill falling from his scarred hand, his lips part.

"Sirius..."

Sirius had never heard true desperation until that moment, not the prisoners begging for freedom in Azkaban, true desperation was found deep in those tearfilled hazel eyes, aching with loneliness Sirius could only grasp whispers of, twelve years of imagination couldn't have prepared him for the raw brokenness of a man who had lost everything, but not just any man. Remus. Moony. His Moony.

"Remus..."

Remus nearly knocked his chair over in the scramble to get to him, he couldn't cross the floor fast enough. Warm, strong, familiar arms grasp onto Sirius', shivering, emaciated frame, pulling him tight against his chest. He clung, nails digging into his back, hands fisting in his jumper, he smelled of books, and parchment, and chocolate, and home.

"You shouldn't be here..."

Remus sobs into his hair, tears running down his flushed, scarred cheeks like diamonds flickering in the firelight.

"I know..."

Sirius whispers, voice laced with tears, burying himself further into his friend's neck.

"But I had to see you... I can't stay away when you're so close..."

Remus' shoulders shudder at his words, he clutches him tighter.

"But you can't stay... it isn't safe..."

He gasps softly, Sirius' knees threatened to give out at his soft tone.

"I know..."

Remus pulled back enough to look at his face, his beautiful, tear stained, pale, gaunt face. He cradles his cheeks in warm palms.

"I don't think I can bare to say goodbye..."

Remus whispers, voice thick withe emotion, touching his forehead to Sirius'.

"Not again..."

Sirius' lower kip trembled he didn't think he could bare it either, his fingers grip at Remus' wrists.

"Then don't..."

His voice broke, and he could feel ghe shudder go through the other man's body.

"Say something else..."

Remus sucked in a trembling breath as fresh tears roll down his cheeks, his voice left his lips in a soft, almost inaudible whisper.

"Mischief Managed..."

~

[paintlesscanvas]

hello! any mail boy/girl/enby id packs? /nf!! tyvm if you accept!

and, just wanted to say..

UR BLOG IS GEN SO HELPFUL HELP LIKE ITS SO NICE AND COOL??? LIKE THERES SO MANY STUFF ON THE LISTS I CANT/pos

✉️ . MAILPERSON SNPTS . .

System Names: carrier doves, the mailboys, the mailgirls, the mailpeople, the travelers, those that walk through the city, those that run away from dogs, the deliverers of packages, those that tip their cap, the package pigeons, the stamp collection, the postpeople, the envelope senders, the satchel carriers, letter lovers, dove coos, pigeon squawks, those at the post office, those sorting through letters, the package receivers, the mail truck drivers, those that open mailboxes, carriers of gifts, deliverers of surprises

Usernames: mail4you, wowtherestrees, runfrmdogs, wavetopeoples, down.town, enveloves, pooostoffice, parcelpigeon, penciiilpals, quiet.townn, ghostatthepost, postprince[ss], carrierpige0n, stiiickersss, penpaaaals, flimsypaperrs, doodledanny, envelopunny, maaailbox, inkyyprints, cloudy.town, deliverydutyy, flutteringd0ve, deliverydove, givingdove, giftsfromyrstruly, doodlesforyoodles, no1postman, penmanshiip, heresanote, pitterpatter, boxesrsoheavy, owboxes, writemealetter, smilingparcels, scaredofbarrrks, atthepostoffice, darlingparcels, packagepirate, envelopes4youu, st.ampsss, inkstaaiins, no1letterlover, siillynotes, sentfromaway, organizetheoffice, summerstrolls, envelopesfrmyou, parcelpwr, lettersletters, ilovemail, messyletters, sendingstuff2you, youvegotmail, letterlvr, lovelylettr, mailmale, smilesformiles, parcelfromadove, writingacrssthewrld, prrttymailgrl, prettyparcelsss, g1ftg1ftg1fts, greetingyouu, dizzypackages, ssillystamps, scribblesilly, dancingletters, mailbooooy, hidinginurmailbox, notesfrmthesky, brightdaaay, proudserviiice, in2urmailbox, bewareofd0g, mailtruckdrvr, openbxes, sootcasee, stackofletters, boxoflovers, envelopeoflove

Names: alexander, alfred, alice, annette, archer, archie, arden, arlo, atticus, august, augustus, autumn, barnaby, bartholomew, basil, beatrice, beau, benedict, benjamin, bennett, birdie, blake, cedric, charlie, chester, cliff, clifford, clive, clyde, cornelius, cory, cullen, darwin, diggory, dom, dominic, dorcas, earnest, edgar, edith, effie, elijah, eliza, emerson, emilio, emmanuel, eugene, everett, fennel, flint, florence, flossie, floyd, ford, gale, galina, genevieve, gideon, glenn, greyson, gwendolyn, harriet, harvey, hattie, hayden, holly, ink, ivan, ivy, josette, josie, july, june, kane, kate, katherine, kay, kendell, kinley, kip, kleo, leo, logan, maeve, maggie, malcolm, marion, margot, marlowe, marshall, matilda, mayfaire, melvile, meredith, milton, minnie, molly, mortem, mortimer, nadira, nancy, nannie, navy, neith, nelda, nellie, nells, nettie, ninette, noah, noel, noemi, norman, note, oakley, odette, oliver, orson, orville, oswald, otto, parcel, parker, polly, posey, presley, quill, quinton, ralph, randall, raymond, reed, reid, rhett, romee, rory, rowan, rye, sabina, sawyer, scout, silas, sloane, spencer, stanford, stanley, summer, susan, tallulah, tatum, thelma, thena, thisbe, thomas, tibby, tillie, timothy, tinker, toby, tom, torin, trey, troy, violet, virgil, walden, walter, warren, willard, willow, winnie, woody

Pronouns: letter/letters, mail/mails, write/writes, pen/pens, ink/inks, note/notes, deliver/delivers, gift/gifts, scribble/scribble, doodle/doodles, carry/carry, give/gives, walk/walks, hum/hums, parcel/parcels, package/packages, box/boxs, stamp/stamps, sticker/stickers, smile/smiles, proud/prouds, newspaper/newspaper, envelope/envelope, sun/suns, mailbox/mailboxs, pencil/pencil, scrabble/scrabble, sketch/sketchs, house/houses, satchel/satchels, bag/bags, hello/hellos, twine/twines, string/strings, wrap/wraps, town/towns, cloud/clouds, clutch/clutchs, send/sends, post/posts, office/office, sort/sorts, organize/organizes, rain/rains, flimsy/flimsys, thin/thins, street/streets, apartment/apartments, greet/greets, pass/pass’, road/roads, home/homes, locker/lockers, wave/waves, cheerful/cheerfuls, joy/joys, old/olds, weathering/weatherings, service/services, dog/dogs, truck/trucks, fence/fences, sign/signs, slot/slots, city/citys, drawer/drawers, pin/pins, 🫶, 🌳, 🍃, 🍂, 🪹, ☀️, 🥖, 🥠, 🪃, 🛹, 🎫, 🎼, ♟️, 🚐, 🛞, 🚦, 🚏, 🗽, 🏢, 🏘️, 🏙️, 🎞️, 📺, 📻, 🕰️, 💵, 🪙, 🩹, 🧺, 🚪, 🪟, 🧧, ✉️, 📨, 💌, 📦, 🏷️, 🪧, 📪, 📫, 📬, 📭, 📮, 📜, 📃, 📋, 🗞️, 🗂️, 📔, 🧷, 🖊️, 🖋️, 🖇️, 📝, 🧳

Titles: the cheerful giver, prn who presses stamps to letters, the delivery thing, bringer of mail, prn who delivers packages, the penner of letters, the deliverer of mail, the mailboy, the mailgirl, the mailperson, prn who walks the streets, prn who drives the mail truck, gifter of deliveries, prn who strolls through the city, prn who gives mail [to those who need it], the mailman, the mailperson, the mailwoman, the carrier pigeon, prn who carries mail through the sky, the carrier dove, prn who drops mail from the skies

[dilfdoctordoom]

What's your preference when it comes to Pete's origins? It's a MESS. Do you think we should just mix everything? Is there stuff you'd prefer if everyone ignored? What do you think his relationship with his father should be like? ...are there any actually good comics dealing with Spartoi?

Look at me anon. LOOK AT ME. Peter Quill's best origin exists for a single issue & it's where he's the homicidal second coming of Christ.

Seriously though, while I do adore that origin and how interesting it is from a meta point when you view it from where we are now or even where we were in the 90s Star-Lord series, I like where we are now. I'm obsessed with where we are now.

It's such a good blend of everything that enhances a lot of mediocre shit in Peter Quill's backstory. Evil J'son has been mostly one-note, but the current retcon that Ewing did, mixed with the story on Morinus, IMO makes Peter & J'son have a dynamic that could be as interesting as Gamora & Thanos'.

As for comics dealing with Spartoi... I enjoy the old 70s Star-Lord comics, at least a little? Like how long J'son has been at war, the family drama of it all, etc, it's a solid base!

Other than that. Um. I hate to say it, but I guess it'd Legendary Star-Lord Annual #1. It's no secret that I hate that series but with Victoria, there's at least an attempt to explore what life would actually be like for someone on Spartoi - specifically, a person of color on Spartoi.

Bonus of the 70s stories though, they feature Kip & Sandy who are my everything!

[bampirehd]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Search for Answers Chapter 1 Part 1 script

Qwill: ugghhh… my head… wha-where am I?  

(slowly opens eyes and sees Kipster staring at him)

Kipster: *gasp* YOURE AWAKE

Qwill: AAAAAAAAA 

Kipster: YES YOURE AWAKE YOURE AWAKE :D

Qwill: Wha-what a talking mudkip??

Kipster: (offended) Hey! I may not know a lot but i do know how to talk

Qwill: Wh-what is happening? Wh-where is-where is my family? Where is my (begins mumbling to himself)

Kipster: Uh, you okay?

Qwill: (mumbling to himself about wanting to go home)

Kipster: umm… did you hit your head? Did you climb that large tree over there and fall? Wow even I haven’t hit my head that hard…

Qwill: Please PLEASE just tell me where I am??

Kipster: Uhh… the woods?

Pippy: You’re in Willowy Woods

Kipster: Oh hey there Pip! Can I join your team?

Pippy: Well, actually I was kicked out.. Thought they could do without me. They said I was ‘too cocky’. They made a huge mistake with that.

Kipster: Oh kicked from your own team, ouch… 

Hey then maybe WE can form our own group!! :D  

Pippy: Hold on there Kips, who’s this?

Kipster: Oh uh, I dont know I just found them. This Pokemon is weird. I think they hit their head from climbing that tree

Pippy: They don’t look okay. (walks up to Qwill) Hey, you alright?

Qwill: (quietly to himself) please please let me go home please

Pippy: uhhmm.. I see what you mean. You know I haven’t actually seen a cyndaquil around here.

Qwill: A-a WHAT?

Pippy: Oh no, they mustve hit their head real bad.

Qwill: What are you talking about? Neither of you are making ANY se-(looks at himself in the reflection of a lake) 

AAAAAA (faints)

(at the hospital)

Qwill: ughhhh…. (opens eyes)

Kipster: Theyre awake!!

Qwill: Huh? (thinks: Oh, it wasn’t a nightmare…)

Pippy: Will they be okay?

Nurse Chansey: Yes, we just need to give them one more night here.

Kipster: (to Pippy) So, about that group-

Qwill: Will anyone PLEASE explain to me WHAT is going on here???

Chansey: Well, Pip told me you hit your head from climbing a tree, but you’ll be alright.

Qwill: Has anyone seen my parents? How far is this from, wait where do I live again? 

Kipster: I don’t know???

Pippy: Oh dear…

Qwill: Oh my gosh… my parents must be worried SICK. (starts panicking)

Chansey: Woah woah calm down deep breaths deep breaths. How about we introduce ourselves first? I’m Chansey, I’m the nurse here in Tranquil town and I’ll be here whenever you need help.

Pippy: My name is Pippy, but you can call me Pip. Nice to meet you!

Kipster: And I’m Kipster! :D

Chansey: So, what’s your name? 

Qwill: ..Well, I don’t really remember much.

Chansey: Well do you remember your name at least?

Qwill: Umm, uhhh WAIT

my name is, my name is Will.

Kipster: Qwill? *bursts into laughter*

Qwill: No no I said Will.

Pippy: (annoyed) Kips!

Kipster: (tries to calm down) Sorry sorry it’s just that you’re a cyndaquil and your name sounds like quill.

Pippy: You know what? Qwill does have a nice ring to it.

Qwill: *facepalms* Oh my gosh…

Kipster: Or how about I call you, *puts on posh voice* Sir Qwilliam *laughs*

Qwill: (annoyed) Oh my gooosh.. I’d rather have you call me Qwill..

Kipster: Ok, ok Qwill it is.

Pippy: Welcome, Qwill.

Qwill: *sigh* you know what, I appreciate you two helping me out, it’s just that, I have no idea what happened. It feels like I just appeared here out of nowhere.. Well I guess I shouldn’t try to think much about it huh, so I don’t freak out again..

Chansey: Yes, I recommend not worrying about that for now. If you have any questions you can ask them later on but for now you should get some rest.

Pippy: See you, Qwill!

Kipster: Good night!

Qwill: Good night…

(in the morning)

Qwill: *yawns* 

Chansey: Good morning Qwill! You’re free to go now.

Qwill: Ok, thank you.

(outside)

Qwill: Oh, hey, you two.

Kipster: YAY You’re out!

Qwill: WOAH what happened to you?

Pippy: Caught him playing in the mud again.. What are you Kips, a swinub?

Kipster: Come on, that puddle was begging to be jumped into!

Pippy: Well, anyways, didn’t you wanna ask him something?

Kipster: Huh? Oh YEAH do you want to form a team?

Qwill: A… team?

Pippy: Yeah, you know, like a rescue team? 

Qwill: Umm..

Kipster: Basically what we do is go around dungeons and help Pokemon out! 

Pippy: And try to not get lost.

Kipster: (offended) Hey… *sighs* Yeah, that too.

Qwill: uhhh…

Kipster *pleadingly* PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE

Qwill: *sigh* sure how could I say no, besides you helped me (quietly, to himself) and it’s not like i have anything else to do around here.. (out loud) I’m IN.

Kipster: YAAAAY WE HAVE A TEAM NOW!! :DDD 

Pippy: Welcome to the team.

Qwill: Thank you guys so much! *stomach growls* Ugghhh I’m starving

Kipster: Oh right you haven’t eaten since you fell haven’t you?

Pippy: Here, have this apple.

Qwill: THANK YOU *devours apple*

Kipster: Woah he ate it faster than I usually do

Qwill: Ahh that hit the spot.. So, is there anywhere we’re gonna stay?

Kipster: Oh, you could join us in Pip’s place!

Pippy: *groans* Kips you do know that you are banned from my place after you wrecked it, remember? Besides, I don’t let just anyone in my place, no offense, Qwill.

Kipster: aww… well you’re free to stay at my place if you want!

Qwill: Uh, sure, thanks Kipster..

(@ Kipster’s place)

Qwill: (Wow, this place is messy.. And tiny) 

Kipster: And here’s my place! Cmon lets sit.

Qwill: Uhh, where are the seats?

Kipster: The what?

Qwill: Alright I guess I’ll sit here. 

(silence)

Kipster: So, you said you don’t remember much from before. Well, what do you remember from before you hit your head?

Qwill: Well, uh, believe it or not I don’t think I’m actually a Pokemon.

Kipster: (silent)

Qwill: *sigh* Yeah, I didn’t expect you to believe me.. (quietly) This is stupid, I bet now you think I’m ins-

Kipster: Wait, you mean those theories are TRUE?

Qwill: Wh-what???

Kipster: YEAH I’ve been reading these books about these ‘humans’ and how some of them turn into pokemon. Pip tells me that it’s just made up but now I could FINALLY prove her wrong!

Qwill: Uhh, well yeah, we’re not made up.

Kipster: (excited) So, tell me what do you remember about being a human? What’s human life like?

Qwill: Well, I think me being a human is the extent of what I remember, and having a family. 

Kipster: (disappointed) Aww…

Qwill: ..Yeah, sorry. I’m just as lost as you here. I just wish I could remember what I was doing before appearing here..

Kipster: Well we could tell other pokemon about this.

Qwill: Well what if they don’t believe me? I mean I know you do but what if other people, er, pokemon think I’m crazy? You just told me Pip thinks humans are a myth.

Kipster: Well, maybe someone will?

Qwill: (looks unsure)

Kipster: Wow, it’s getting dark out already.. I don’t think you should worry about this right now. Tomorrow morning we should tell everyone about this! Good night.

Qwill: Umm, do you have another bed anywhere around  here?

Kipster: Oh, uh. How about you lay on that rock over there?

Qwill: Oh… okay.

Kipster: Sorry, there’s not much here, unless you wanna lay down on that pile of bags in that corner.

Qwill: I guess.. Well, thanks for letting me stay here.

Kipster: Of course! Now, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow, creating a team and telling people about you being a human! I can’t wait! Good night.

Qwill: Good night.

Qwill: (Well, this is my life now I guess. Tomorrow will surely be interesting.. I’m scared, I just hope somehow everything goes well so I can get back to my normal life.. I guess staying awake thinking about it isn’t gonna do me any good so I might as well sleep now.)

[absolutely-existing]

vote for quill kips!!

Battle of the Gingers Bracket B Round 2

Quill Kipps (Lockwood & Co. (books)) vs Nausicaä (Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind)

The above picture is Quill from the show but he's described as ginger in the books

[author-main]

*Stares in disbelief and disgust*

[sarcasticmudkip]

astor kinnie... maybe you are quill after all

Steel don’t try to pin this on me you chuchu simp :gun:

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Kipping up into a standing position as adrenaline manages to get him through the intense pain. The need to survive, not just for his own sake any more, is the main thing that's keeping him going in this fight. As everything lights up around him, Scourge screams in pain as the hellfire sears him. Gloves in flame and shoes burning again, once again the hedgehog's skin is blistered and burnt, a growing amount of his fur singed and charred. As the surface beneath him crumbles into nothing, Scourge manages to spin dash up into the air.

"Right back atcha, bitch!"

It hurts like all hell to curl up like this with the state his ribs are in, only exacerbating the injuries Rosy has inflicted, but it's the best he can manage in terms of what to do in the moment. Quills hardened and sharp as knives, he spins so fast that it warps the air around him as the flames that have caught turn him into a wheel of flaming blades. The usurper homes in on the witch at full force, meeting her in the middle of the air between the two floating chunks of the earth.

She begins salivating, drool slowly sliding down the edges of her grin as sharp teeth eagerly grind together. Oh, this if fucking delightful, his pain, his agony, having him at her mercy. It's a wonderful addicting thrill that she can't get enough of, she can't fucking wait to bring down this pathetic little world. Have everyone crumble at her feet, pure adrenaline courses through the pink hedgehog as he grip tightens on her hammer

She barely noticed the kick until it hit her.

Scourge succeeds, throwing her off as she lets out a furious screech. Hammer still in her hand as she's thrown off one floating platform to another, a growl as if he literally poked a sleeping bear. "You ain't gettin' rid of me that fuckin' easily!" she spins this time, throwing it at the piece of ground not only to completely shatter what Scourge was on but to set it a flame, immediately throwing herself at him afterwards, sharp claws completely breaking through her gloves at this rate.

Whether it was intentional or involuntary due to her own especially unhinged insanity at the moment was unclear, honestly the distinction barely even mattered at this rate.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

My Gallant Lad - Part I

So I got a wonderful anon today telling me this is their favourite Lily Rescues James fic, it’s part of my canon marauders fic We Can Be Heroes. But, because it works as a stand alone, I’ll be posting it in 4  parts here. I hope you enjoy it (Lily is very BAMF here but tbh so is James). Set during First Wizarding War...

James slammed the palms of his hands down on Dumbledore’s desk.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he said, his eyes a hot mess of emotions.

“Get your oafish hands off my desk, now!” Lily said, recovering from the initial shock almost immediately with a flash of anger.

“Your desk?” James said, taking his hands off the desk, nevertheless.

“I’m using it now, yes, I need to get these mission forms finished and signed before bringing them for filing in the Room of Requirement,” Lily said, looking back at James angrily. “What the hell is your problem, Potter?”

“My problem?” James was furious. “I’ll tell you what my problem is, Evans. My problem is that my bloody wife thought it sensible to visit Walburga Black, the same woman who thinks nothing of throwing a Crucio at her children, whose husband tried to kill Sirius, who detests muggleborns, who tried to – oh fucking hell, Lily! What the absolute, ever-living fuck possessed you?”

She had never seen him so angry. She folded her arms defensively and glared back, wondering how he had found out.

“I’ll tell you exactly what possessed me, Potter,” she said coldly. “My problem is my dickhead of a husband who nearly got himself thrown into Azkaban by the Blacks, but then thought it sensible to attend a Black family funeral, and to top it all, decided to call over to chat to Orion’s heir, as you do! Do I need to explain it further? What exactly was I meant to do? Let you read the letter and let you waltz back in there so that bitch could finish you off, once and for all?”

She was standing up now, and he couldn’t quite understand how someone so slender and uncommonly kind could look so intimidating and fierce within the space of a few seconds.

“That letter was addressed to me, damn it!” James said, his voice rising with irritation. “You had no right opening my post!”

“I don’t care!” Lily said, looking more agitated and feeling guilty. “If you think I would have let you just go there, you’re even more stupid than I gave you credit for!”

“You’re a muggleborn, Evans, fucking bloody fucking…” James’ words ran out as he waved his arm about with rage. “You could have been killed, do you understand me? Killed, damn it!”

“Yes, well, so could you, at least I have more sense! Remus and I knew what we were doing!” Lily shot back, feeling angrier by the second.

“You clearly didn’t, Evans! What you did was grossly irresponsible and wilfully sly! I don’t care what you say, you could have been killed, Evans, for fuck’s sake! When I see Moony, I’m going to kill him!”

James made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and slammed his fist against the wall. Damn it, he was furious and livid and scared out of his wits and fucking sick of this shit.

“Remus didn’t have any choice, I told him I was going, and he decided to come with me, surely a safer bet! Don’t you dare drag Remus into this!” Lily said.

“Don’t you dare, ever, ever go behind my back like that again, ever, do you hear me?” he shouted.

“You can scream all you like, Potter, you don’t get to tell me what to do!” Lily said, her voice rising angrily.

“Don’t you dare act like you’re the innocent one in this Evans, for fuck’s sake!” James said.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Potter!” Lily said. “Get out!”

Her voice was starting to wobble which made her even madder.

“You know what? Fine!” James said, gripping his wand tightly and watching as furious sparks flew from his wand tip. “If you want to tell yourself that this is my fault, if you want to lie to yourself so you can  – ugh! Lily, don’t you dare defend this!”

“I’m not listening to your ranting any longer!” Lily said, slamming the book shut and flinging her quills and parchment into her well-worn bag.

She marched past him, livid and upset and boiling with rage. They hadn’t spoken since. James had slept at his parents’ house for a while and now, with Sirius and Remus gone, James had taken to sleeping in his friends’ bedroom. He didn’t like leaving her with only Wormy for protection. They avoided each other at mealtimes. Peter had cringed and disappeared into the relative safety of his bedroom. There was simply no way he could win if he took sides. They were both still furious.

                                                        ***

“Looks like you swapped into an easy shift,” said Edgar Bones, loosening his collar and placing his cloak over his arm. “Nothing much happening, no handover.”

“Thanks,” said James curtly.

“Lily, James,” Edgar said, tipping his hat at them, sensing something was amiss but too polite to bring it up in conversation.

“Edgar,” said James.

“Bye, Edgar, see you soon,” Lily said, smiling at him half-heartedly.

“If it stays this quiet, I’m going to try going for a kip,” said Frank Longbottom, looking at the fireplace one last time and throwing a blanket over himself.

James nodded absent-mindedly, his left hand restlessly tapping on his thigh, shooting Lily fleeting glances when he knew she wasn’t watching. He hated whenever they fought, and this had been their worst row ever. The night stayed quiet, Lily dozed off on the armchair and James watched her. He was worried about her too, she looked pale and she seemed off her food for weeks now. It added to the leaden feeling of guilt he was carrying. It was his fault. He was right, he was damned well right, and he had nothing to apologise for, but he probably would. Because he knew what he was getting himself into when he married her, didn’t he? And wouldn’t he have done the exact same thing in her place, he told himself for the umpteenth time? He transfigured his jumper into a warm, thick blanket and placed it over her gently, doubling it up and kissing the top of her head tenderly. He watched the magical fairy lights on the tree twinkling merrily. He couldn’t have felt less Christmassy. He fell asleep eventually, having transfigured the rug into a scratchy blanket.

He was woken up by a loud shout emanating from the fireplace.

“You better get your sorry arses down here immediately! I’ve just intercepted intel that a couple of Death Eaters are planning an attack on a muggle school bus in the vicinity of Newcastleton!” Dedalus Diggle’s voice crackled.

“Where’s that?” said James, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Border between England and Scotland. Dumbledore has left a special portkey in his room that means you should be able to get anywhere, immediately. Hurry! There’s nobody else around.”

“Great!” grumbled Frank, sitting up reluctantly, but shoving his feet into his shoes without hesitation. “Typical Dumbledore, never around when you need him!”

“Get some water and rations and let’s go,” Lily said, standing up and sitting back down rather suddenly.

“Alright, Evans?” James said, with a concerned frown.

“Fine, just feeling a bit sick, probably need to eat something,” she said.

“Maybe you should stay behind?” James said.

“No!” Lily said, forcing herself to stand. “It’s fine. We can’t risk it. It’s children, James!”

James nodded immediately. He wanted to apologise, but not in front of Frank.

“Dedalus, can you try and contact a few of the others in case anyone is available to join us? We’ll be with you in a jiffy,” he said.

“No can do, I’ve also had word of another attack planned in Wales, I’m trying to get in touch with Moody as we speak!”

“Got it,” said Lily, looking at Frank and James. “Don’t worry, we’re on it!”

                                                         ***

“This place gives me the creeps,” said James, peering up at the tall trees.

The air felt thick and heavy, the branches seemed to vie with each other to block out the sunlight, suffocating. Thick moss, grey and faded, clung to everything, dried twigs and branches snapped loudly beneath their feet, disturbing the numerous birds whose harsh cries filled the air, as though spying on them, he thought, watching their acrobatic flight.

“Jackdaws,” he said quietly, moving closer to Lily.

Lily gave him a quizzical look.

“That’s their call - a short, loud, ‘kya’ sound, and they have distinctive, beady white eyes,” he added.

“Is there anything you guys don’t know?” grumbled Frank, shooting James a friendly grin.

“Nope,” James grinned back.

He moved closer to Lily, protectively, feeling a threat in the fabric of the forest, ancient memories, secret and forbidding. He had transfigured the portkey into a muggle leather bracelet, insignificant and worthless to any potential Death-Eaters, which he had placed on Lily’s wrist despite her protestations.

“They must be here somewhere,” Frank whispered, holding his wand aloft. “If we just keep walking, we’ll increase the chances of them seeing us.”

“Let’s split up, I’ll hide in there,” Lily said, pointing to a decrepit, large pine, whose gnarly trunk was rotting and held space for one person. “You two get on higher ground. We can all see the road from here. If you spot anything dangerous, send your signal.”

James’ was an owl hooting, Lily’s was the snort of a frightened deer, Frank’s was the harsh screech of a magpie.

“Alright,” James said, turning to look at Lily, feeling awkward and unsure. “Take care, please.”

“You too,” Lily said, her face unreadable.

“I’m glad Alice isn’t on call today,” Frank whispered after a pause, as they moved on carefully. “We just found out she’s pregnant. Bit of a shock really. Took us ages to figure it out, despite her feeling nauseated for a couple of weeks, being off her food, feeling dizzy and tired, you name it!”

He looked excited and pleased.

“Frank!” said James. “Wow, that’s… that’s brave of you, and rather wonderful news.”

He didn’t know what to say.

He stopped short.

Took us ages to figure it out, despite her feeling nauseated for a couple of weeks, being off her food, feeling dizzy and tired, you name it!

The night of Sirius’ twentieth Birthday. They had both forgotten to cast a contraceptive charm. Could that explain…?

“Frank, I forgot something, I need to run back to Lily, go ahead!” James said.

“You okay?” Frank said, seeing James’ face turn grey.

But he was already gone.

                                                       ***

“Lily!” James said, catching his breath.

“What is it?” Lily said, wand ready to shoot.

“Lily, have you done a pregnancy charm?”

“A what?”

“To see if you’re pregnant?”

“No, why?”

They stared at each other for a moment. Understanding dawned on her.

“James,” said Lily, her green eyes searching his anxiously.

“Let me,” James whispered, taking hold of his wife’s slender wrist and turning her palm upwards, he pointed his wand tip at her pulse point. “Gravidam!”

They both watched as James’ wand tip glowed green.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, staring at her.

“What does that mean, James?” Lily said.

“It means… it means you’re pregnant,” James said, running a hand through his hair in agitation. “Fucking bloody fucking…”

Lily’s eyes were wide as his words sank in. As his reaction sank in. She turned away from him and swiped hastily at the tears that fell down her cheeks silently.

“We need to…” James said urgently. “Fucking Merlin… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“I’m sorry, alright?” Lily’s voice broke as she spoke, her lower lip trembling. “I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean this to happen now, God I really didn’t mean this to… I understand if that’s how you feel, James, but I-“

“What?” James said, turning her around to face him and taking her face in his hands tenderly. “Lily, Merlin, I don’t mean –“

The screech of a magpie rent the air and they both jumped.

“Incarcerous!” numerous voices shouted, as thick ropes coiled themselves swiftly around them, James’ wand dropping to the floor.

“Expelliarmus!” a recognisable voice added, James’ wand flying through the air. “Where’s the other one’s wand?”

“Mulciber,” James said, the blood draining from his face.

“I said, where’s your wand, bitch?” Mulciber said, grabbing Lily by the throat.

“I dropped it earlier on,” Lily rasped, staring back at him defiantly. “I can’t find it.”

“Accio Lily Evans’ wand!” Mulciber ordered, pointing his wand at Lily.

Lily’s wand flew out of the thicket behind them. Mulciber leered at Lily.

“Grab hold of them and set anti-apparition wards around them! And get them to de Soulis Castle, now!” Mulciber said to the other Death-Eaters who surrounded them. “The Dark Lord will be very disappointed to find that it isn’t Sirius Black we have captured, just a useless blood-traitor and a vile mudblood. The information we received must have been incorrect.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mulciber!” James sprang forwards in fury.

“Quiet!” Mulciber said, coming right up in front of Lily and grabbing hold of her Jacket collar. “Or she gets hurt.”

James swallowed.

I tried to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I tried to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry

                                                     ***

The weathered remains of the castle loomed, malevolent, as they crossed the bridge over the moat. Fragments of a tower emerged, the holes in its walls reminiscent of a skull. While the forest around it was dry and parched, wilting and unseasonably warm, as they neared the castle gates mist descended on them. The inside of the castle felt damp and cold. Much colder. Mulciber’s breath condensed in front of him as he spoke, frost clung to the corners of the walls, there were no windows in the great hall.

He had seen this room before… where?

The heavy double doors leading into the main banqueting hall swung open, and four men entered, none of their faces were masked.

“Villiers, Wilkes, Rosier, Snape,” said Mulciber, with a cold laugh. “Your very closest allies, I believe? I failed to retrieve the disowned Black heir, but I found these.”

Villiers and Wilkes giggled. Silence descended as another figure entered the room, the five men bowing immediately. Muciber pushed James and Lily forcefully and they fell forwards onto their knees. James watched as Voldemort approached slowly, with a gleeful expression. He zoned in on Snape, Snape who was watching Lily with terror on his face, before carefully schooling it into neutral.

The room.

McGonagall’s grim tones echoed in his mind.

“So, a group of Death Eaters, who appear to have captured Lily Evans, in an unidentified location?”

Divination class. His vision. He had forseen this.

“Lily,” he said quietly, speaking through his teeth. “Do you trust me to get us out?”

He was sure Voldemort could hear his heart pounding.

“If you have an idea, I’m all in,” Lily murmured, watching Voldemort as he drew nearer.

“Leave it to me,” he whispered.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and locked eyes with Severus Snape.

“Fuck you, Severus Snape! You absolute bastard! Stay the fuck away from my wife, do you hear? Don’t you dare go near her, you fucking piece of shit! I despise you, Snivellus! You fucking coward! Bastard cursed Death Eater! Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” James screamed.