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they go back to paris. once the seine is in your veins, it stays there. 

but they take the boys when they go back, and james’ mum comes and visits and james takes her on long walks through the green green gardens, holding her hand.

(when she dies, they fly her body back and bury her next to his father, but after that, james has nothing left for him in england.)

the boys become a part of life in paris, with their own flat (a lot bigger than lily and james’) and they meet lily’s friends

sirius doesn’t fall helplessly in love with anyone, but he and marlene do go shopping for ridiculously priced clothes and spend days eating macaroons 

james paints and paints and paints, until all of paris is in his sketchbook, until all of paris is in their flat, lining the walls, so when lily wakes up she doesn’t see her kitchen table but the palace of versailles and when james takes a shower he looks at the arc de triomphe through the steam

he gets a tiny gallery…. so small it’s barely noticeable from the street

but people come. people can’t stay away. 

they come for paris and they come for her 

the girl in the paintings with fire on her head and trees in her eyes and who seems to radiate from the canvas, burning burning burning 

sometimes people see her in the gallery, smiling, holding james’ hand, radiating in real life as well

but not all of his paintings of her hang on walls

some of them stay private… just for them… the one of her sleeping, naked, gently, looking like a nymph wrapped in cotton sheets… the one of her laughing, cupping her tea in her hand and laughing so hard he’s scared her ribs might crack…. the one of her and his mother, holding hands and leaning together as if they know something the rest of the world doesn’t…. the ones where lily takes up the whole canvas, when james has to go out and buy more red paint once, twice, three times a day, the ones he can do in minutes because he knows her so well, the ones he slaves over for days because he wants to get her perfect

yes. these ones stay private. for them and only them.

and when he’s ready, he gets down on one knee and asks her to let him stay forever

‘blow my heart out’

#4: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

For some reason I actually have inspiration??? probs because I’m meant to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, here ya go!

canon (sixth year)

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his arse.” Marlene says loudly, too loudly.

Lily rolls her eyes, “He’s not going to treat me like shit.”

“Who’s going to treat you like shit, Evans?” Potter has appeared, of course, and Marlene smiles because that’s what she wanted.

“None of your business,” she says, trying not to look at him.

They’re on their way to Hogsmeade, the first trip of the new year, and Potter has jogged to catch up with him, abandoning the other Marauders several metres behind. They catch up now, Sirius scowling at James.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit it is!” Potter sounds indignant.

“Who’s treating her like shit?” Peter and Remus ask in unison.

“Davey Gudgeon,” Marlene supplies, ever the traitor.

Potter splutters. “Gudgeon? Davey Gudgeon?”

“Jealous?” Peter asks, because they all know it’s true. Except for Lily, who just speeds up.

i have been tagged by the goodness itself, aka my beautiful chloe @chovchang and even though my participation is late, here it is!

i’m way too lazy to do this SO thank u to u camille dear and also shoutout to @lilychosejames and @dancingjily for sending me their love <3