Lily Evans

“Me? Make fun of you? Lily Evans, I would never,” he vowed jokingly, enjoying her sleepy dramatics too much to do much else. They were only slightly different than her usual dramatics, of course, but somehow, the sleepy ones were far more endearing. She looked so happy, and he leaned into her touch, laughing as she declared her right-ness. “When are you ever not right?” he asked, winding his arm around her more properly as she leaned in to kiss him once more.

 His fingers still in her hair, he wound them up in random strands, grinning like an idiot as she shared her own confession. From anyone else, it might have swelled up his ego, but from Lily, oh to hear these worse from Lily just made him more of a lovesick fool than ever before. “Well, I love you enough not to tell you what time it is,” he said, grinning at her, “because that’s one less thing you’ll have to be mad about.”

He nodded at the last point- it had taken a lot of effort not to do so, but it had been a good call. Drunken confessions simply weren’t the same- shifting as she leaned up and over him. Pulling her over top himself properly, he responded readily to her kiss, and wasn’t surprised when she wanted to hear it again. He let one of his arms fall to her lower back, holding on to her loosely, as the other situated itself more firmly in her hair, holding her face steady as he smiled up at her. “I love you, Lily Evans. I’m in love with you. And, the real cherry on top,” he added, winking at her as he raised his head to bring his lips to hers again, “I love you more than I love Sirius.”

“Oh please. Even sleepy I know that’s not true, Potter. If there was ever a day where you didn’t make fun of me I’d worry that there was something truly truly wrong.” Lily and James had been making fun of each other or teasing each other since they first met, and as silly as it was, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Lily smiled, shrugging slightly, “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know if it ever happens.”

Lily laughed when he refused to tell her what time it was, grinning at him. “Ah, clever,” she murmured, “That would probably be safest for you.” She could easily check what time it was but in all honestly something told her she was much happier not knowing how early it was.

She laughed lightly when he pulled her on top of him, running her hands along his jaw as she pressed her lips to his. She moved one hand to his chest, holding her head up as he spoke again. As he told her he loved her again her smile grew and her heart kept beating speedily. She wasn’t sure if it would ever regain a normal rhythm after all of this. Lily grinned, leaning back down to kiss him again. “More than Sirius? It must be true love so,” she murmured, her lips just barely touching his. Lily felt more happy than she even knew was possible. James’ arms around her waist only heightened this feeling, also making her feel safe and secure. She couldn’t think of anywhere she would rather be. Not that she was even able to think about anything other than James in this present moment. 

“I love you,” she said again, just because she could, before kissing him once more.

“You are very welcome,” he said easily. “Be sure to use it often.” It was easy to be calm about a key when it was just a key, but trying to get his words out properly were harder. Normally, he didn’t struggle like this, but hey, it wasn’t every day you asked your girlfriend if she wanted to live with you.

His thumb came up, rolling her lip down and out of her teeth (it was entirely too distracting) as he nodded. “I do, yeah. I mean, we could move somewhere else, if you wanted, but here seems easiest for a start. I want you to move in, yeah.” He was stupid, he knew that, and he chuckled at himself, amused but not ashamed that he was repeating himself, and her, like an idiot. No shame in that, really. He may have been an idiot, but he was her idiot. 

“Really?” His eyes widened, and he shifted on the sofa, his arms tightening around her so she didn’t fall (and remained close) as he sat up a little straighter. “Really, really? You’re not taking the mickey are you, Evans?” He grinned, leaning in to kiss her anyways, because even if she was taking the mickey he was too excited not to. “As it happens, though, I have talked to him about it,” he said, pulling his head back just a little. “And he’s okay with it, as long as, and these are his words, not mine: ‘I don’t want to walk in on you, and you’re not allowed to do it in my room.’ ” He laughed, resting his chin on her shoulder again for a brief moment. “And we always have your favorite in the cupboard. And your favorite biscuits. And your girly soaps in the shower that make my skin really soft. You know, really, I think this is just a formality. I’m pretty sure you already live here, Evans.”

“Because if I don’t keep things interesting, you might get bored and leave me,” he said, winking at her. “It’ll be our new adventure.”

“You’re adorable, Jamesie,” Lily teased as James rambled on some more. In reality Lily couldn’t blame James for being a bit nervous about asking her; Asking your girlfriend to move in with you was probably not the easiest thing in the world. She couldn’t only imagine how babbling and blushing she would be if the situation was reversed. That said, she wasn’t going to stop teasing him about it any time soon. “Absolutely adorable.”

She laughed and nodded her head. “Really, really, really,” she replied-- Or tried to at least. Her words were cut off when he kissed her, barely giving her a chance to reply. Even as she kissed him back she couldn’t get the smile off her face, “And no, I’m not taking the mickey,” she said when she finally did have a chance to properly reply. She rolled her eyes at Sirius’ words but a smile still played on her lips, clearly amused by what he had said. “So every other room is fine, just not his? Got it,” she said with a joking serious tone to her voice. Lily smiled when he talked about having all her favourite things already there, knowing she would quickly feel at home here.

She scoffed when he said it was just a formality, raising her eyebrows at him. “You think so? Now it seems like a good idea so you can keep stealing my shower gel and biscuits but just you wait. Once I start bringing all my clothes over, then you’ll start to wonder if you’ve made the right decision.” Lily smiled softly, shaking her head, “I don’t think things could ever get boring with you and me.” She kissed him softly, “Looking forward to it.” Even if they were young, Lily was more than ready to start another adventure with James. She loved him more than she had ever loved anything and it seemed obvious that they would take this next step together. 

“Wait. No, James, no,” Lily said, pulling back slightly, an almost horrified look on her face. “Does me moving in include my cat? I can’t come without him.”

James Potter and Lily Evans - The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death

“My dad died first. Did you know that? Yeah … Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum.  He told her to get out of the way,  he told her she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run, but, she didn’t move. Dad was already dead, but she didn’t want me to go, too. She tried to plead with Voldemort, but he just laughed….  Be brave like my mother, Professor.”

He was excited, and there was no denying it, especially when she turned to give him that questioning look. He only grinned, biting his lip so he wouldn’t just blurt it out all at once. 

“Yeah, a key. I thought you should have one, you know. I mean, we’re here a lot, and you stay most nights, and I thought you might like to have a key of your own, make it really official, and all,” he said, still grinning. 

He’d been thinking about this for a long time, and had decided it would be best to give her the key first, do the easy part, just in case she wasn’t as ready, or as keen, to take the bigger step as he was. It was a big ask he was gearing up for, and as excited as he was, there was always the possibility that she could say no, and James, for the loon he had always been, had really been working on keeping himself under control a little more.

“The second part, the question,” he started, hesitating a little as he sat up more properly, keeping his one arm around her. “It’s a little bigger, and it’s okay to say no,” he continued, dropping the grin in favor of a softer smile. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I know people think we’re crazy, but we’ve never really cared about that, right? What if we lived together? Lived together properly, I mean. D’you think that might be something you want to do? Sirius would still be here, but it would be your place, too, and I just..  I think about it a lot,” he said, fully aware he was beginning to babble.

“We could wake up together every morning, and I think that’d be pretty close to perfect. Do you want to live together, Lils?”

“Ah I see,” Lily replied, grinned and closing her hand around the key. “Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek. The feel of the cool key in the palm of her hand was keeping quite a big smile on her face. 

She did stay here a lot, more than she stayed in her own place really so it made sense that she should have a key. It would make things a lot easier than waiting for one of the boys to answer the door, especially when they were in the middle of some shenanigan. (Which they usually were). But logic and ease aside it was still nice of him to give it to her. Lily couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach as she slipped the key into her pocket. 

She turned her attention back to him as he started speaking again, noting the slight nervous tone in his voice. “Ah yes, the question,” she said lightly, waiting for him to go on. “Right,” she agreed, with a nod. They had certainly never cared about what people thought-- They were far too in love to waste time worrying about other people’s opinions. But even so, his following question did take her slightly by surprise. 

Usually it was Lily who did the rambling, due to everything from nerves to excitement. But this time it was James and Lily smiled fondly at him as he did so, waiting for him to stop so she could even have a chance to think about what he was asking. Moving in with him. Moving in with him and Sirius. “You want me to move in?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at him, biting her lip lightly. 

The sensible part of Lily knew this was something she should give a lot of thought to. She knew that living with someone wasn’t the same as just being in a relationship with them; it was tougher. She would find out every bad habit he had and vice versa. They would fight over the bathroom and cleaning and cooking. But Lily was also a teenager hopelessly in love and there was only one answer she could possibly give. “Yes. Of course,” she said, beaming at him. “As long as Sirius is okay with it and you promise to always have my favourite brand of tea in the cupboard.” Waking up next to James everyday definitely sounded like her idea of perfect. 

“How do you keep surprising me, Potter?”

He couldn’t help it, he laughed (softly, because this was a quiet time, and Lily sounded mostly asleep as she mumbled at him) at her small rebuttal. But then she was rolling over in his arms, and he pulled her closer, giving her a soft smile and stretching to drop a kiss on her nose.

“I guess that depends on what you heard, Evans,” he teased, lifting a hand to push her hair from her face before letting it trail back down her side. “You’re still, like, mostly asleep. You could have heard anything, I don’t know what goes on in that brain of yours. You’re a total mystery.”

He was teasing now, and having far too much fun messing with his sleepy girlfriend, who likely would have had a go at him for this sort of thing if she’d been more fully awake. He could never help himself; he loved messing with her, almost as much as he loved her.

“If you heard me say I love you, though, you definitely heard me right. I’m sure it’s mad, but I’ve wanted to say it for ages. Almost said it last night, but I’d been trying to wait for the right moment, and I didn’t think either of us would have forgiven me for saying it when I was drunk,” he added, chuckling. “This seemed like the right moment. I love you. Head over heels, think about you all the time, miss you when you leave a room for five minutes crazy in love with you, Lily Evans. And no, I’m not messing with you.”

Lily smiled softly, resting her head on his arm as he kissed her nose, opening her eyes blearily.  “Hey! You don’t get to deprive me of sleep and then make fun of my brain’s ability at this time of the morning. The sun has barely even risen, I don’t think the sun is even awake yet, never mind me. Do you hear that? No? Silence. The birds haven’t woken up yet, but here I am, awake despite my best efforts to sleep.” Lily leaned up to kiss him softly before she spoke again. “Anyway, even my mysterious sleep deprive brain can hear.”

Lily listened to him speak, biting her lip to stop her smile from growing ridiculously big. She moved a hand to the side of his face when he finished speaking, running her fingers along the stubble starting to grow along his jaw. “I knew I heard right,” she whispered, looking up at him. She kissed him softly before she replied, smiling against his lips.

“I love you too, James Potter,” she whispered, because for some reason she felt like talking any louder would burst the happy bubble they were in. “Can’t stop talking about you to the point that I annoy my friends, never want to leave your side kind of love. So in love with you that I’m not even that mad at you for waking me up at whatever godawful time this is and trying to tell me you love me while I’m still asleep.”

“And I love you even more for knowing, even while drunk, to wait until you were sober,” Lily mumbled as she moved to lean on her arm so she was looking down on him instead. She kissed him, her other hand still on his face. “Say it again,” she whispered against his lips, pulling away ever so slightly.

@fieryevans

It had been a long night, and an eventful one to boot. From half cocked party tricks to dancing, to snogging on the wall (he really enjoyed that last bit, there), everything about the night had been festive and fun, and at the end of that very long night, he and Lily had gone home together, fallen into bed, and at some point had fallen asleep.

Usually, when James drank, he was up early the next day- something he considered a curse, and something his mother found hilarious- so when the first rays of sunlight were finally making their way through the window shades, James had rolled over, sliding his arms around his sleeping girlfriend, and snuggled in close, seeing no reason not to snuggle her as he tried to doze for a little while longer.

He loved this, the feeling of his arms around Lily, and knowing that she actually wanted to be there with him, even in sleep. He’d smiled against her hair, sleepy and content, and ready to lay there forever.  James Potter loved Lily Evans, and this was exactly how he wanted to spend his day.

She just about remembered falling asleep in James’ bed which was where she was now, still fast asleep. Lily was a night owl. She didn’t get up early without some sort of alarm, it just wasn’t in her nature. It was especially unheard of for her after a late night with a lot of drinking. She much preferred to spend the whole morning in bed.

So when Lily half woke to James wrapping her in his arms she barely registered it, just relaxing into his embrace. She decided not to open her eyes, wanting this moment to last forever. That, and she was not ready to wake up yet.

Lily almost fell completely back asleep again when she heard James whisper in her ear. It took a few seconds for her to take in what he said due to her sleepy state but before long she realised what he said and her heart sped up. And then he said it again. Lily had a feeling he thought she was asleep but she couldn’t resist opening her eyes, a grin spreading on her face. “If you loved me you wouldn’t wake me up at this time,” she muttered, her voice still sleepy before she turned in his arms to face him.

@fieryevans

Their friends were all gone, the presents under the tree at James’ and Sirius’ flat had all been passed out and opened, and as he sat with Lily on the sofa, her leaning back against him from her spot between his legs, James couldn’t have been happier.

Christmas had been good, it usually was, after all, but this was always better than a pile of presents. Time with Lily was never time wasted, and as they sat here, James’ arms around her, and his head resting lightly on her shoulder as his lips traveled across her neck, he paused, leaning back and reaching down to the floor for his discarded coat.

“I have another present for you. And a question. Present first, though,” he said, pulling out the small box, which held a key, topped with a bow and laying it in Lily’s lap. “Open it.”

Today in particular had been amazing and it was still continuing in that manner. Now that their friends had gone and the festivities had died down Lily was very happy just sitting in James’ arms and had absolutely no intentions of leaving any time soon.

Lily was sitting back against his chest, enjoying his lips moving down her neck when he moved. She curiously waited while he bent down, wondering what on earth he was doing. She frowned slightly when he said he had another present for her. “You’ve already given me more than enough, James,” she said. But even so she took the box, unable to help her smile, “Why wasn’t this under the tree? And why did you wait for everyone to leave first?” But she didn’t wait for an answer, already opening the box.

“Well worrying a lot incapacitates me, worrying a bit keeps me a lot more useful,” she said with a small smile. “It’s… tough.”

“Some people don’t want to see. And it doesn’t matter what happens right in front of them, If they don’t want to know they won’t look,”Lily replied with a slight shrug.

“I am personally fueled by anger and misery and chocolate so worrying kinda transforms into that…aside from chocolate.”