Feb 20, 2019
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Proof that I am still alive and writing.
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“Snip, Snip,” said the dragon.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Perhaps it would have been had they met any other way, perhaps they would have been spending days in London on dates or in one of their beds cuddling after a hard day’s work. They could have been spending their nights falling deeper in love rather than him having to watch her come into work after a horrible date or–the ones that tortured him more–lovely dates that had her smitten over someone else. Perhaps if they weren’t Lily and James they could have a love story to rival that of Chandler and Monica or Shrek and Fiona, but he supposed they weren’t meant to be, even if her eyes made his stomach a mess–torn between a feeling of euphoria and one of nerves that assured him that he’d rather fight off a fire-breathing dragon named Ignatius than have to undergo the process of so much as glancing at Lily and falling a little bit in love with her.
guess what i’m writing
“I love you,” she whispered as he shifted in his bed, still asleep. She wished this wasn’t the only way she could tell him, but she didn’t think she could take it if he didn’t feel the same way.
“James,” she said, shaking him softly. His eyes fluttered open and took in the image of her in his bed.
He grinned, eyes slightly squinting. She giggled before reaching over and grabbing his glasses from the counter and lightly fixing them on his face. “Morning, Lil.” She watched as he stretched his arms, his very nice arms. “You look nice,” he said, his hand reaching to tug on the shirt she wore.
“I’m wearing your shirt,” her eyes...
so, i found this in my documents on google drive, and i have no idea what this goes to. i thought it might be for disconnected, but i don’t think it was. so you’ll likely get another drabble on tuesday/wednesday. it may have been a request. it looks like it could work for a morning after so hmm...
Kiss *wink*
She pressed a soft kiss onto his jaw that lingered for a second and left the swarm of butterflies living in his stomach fluttering.
This is a new line added to an older work, which should be posted shortly (and sorry for not answering, I just didn’t have anything new with the word kiss written).
Thanks for the ask!
Marie Lacks Self-Control
So I kind of want to write a kidnapped, brainwashed by Death Eaters Lily (angsty, you know?) But part of me thinks I only thought of this idea because I’m avoiding doing like 10+ pages of essays for Monday. Thoughts?
“I hate you,” she cried out as he held her tightly around the waist. He could hear the sound of the battle in the background, but all he could see was her. Her with the reddest hair he has ever seen and the green eyes their son had inherited. Freckles he had once had memorised. A face that held a look of revulsion at the sight of him which two years ago displayed love for him and Harry. “You disgust me, and I hate you, James Potter. You’re everything that’s wrong with this world.” He felt her struggle in his arms again as he moved towards the apparition spot that had been made by an insider.
“You can scream that you hate me all you want, Lily,” he said looking down into her livid face. “But I know you. I know your eyes shone bright when you first held Harry, that you love having your hair tied back because you get to swing it back and forth, and that you love the smell and sight of rain. I know that you never love half-heartedly and that you’re an amazing mother because of it. Don’t pretend you never loved me, because even if they did mess with your mind, I know you, and we both know you never hated me, not even close.”
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She hated that she loved him, yet she knew that if she could do it all over again…Well, she would, love him that is.
possible quote for a jily fic (via siriuslysnuffles)
‘I hope you know, I’ll never be yours or Avery’s or Voldemort’s lapdog, Snape,’ she said the word with all the loathing she had for him. ‘I’ll never belong to any of you because I will get out, I will rescue my son, and you will all pay for killing James.’
‘Potter deserved it,’ Severus Snape scorned.
‘He’s more of a man than you will ever be. All you are is pathetic boy doing someone else’s work.’
-Excerpts From a work in progress in which James is killed and Lily and Harry are kept as prisoners
I would dedicate this to @scaredofrobots, but she may somehow murder me. I actually figured out a semi-backstory, but here are a few lines of my current work in progress.
It all started with a war. The year changes as do the events that led to the true formation of the Robot-Human negotiation known as “01110010 01101111 01100010 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110100 01100001 01101011 01100101 01101111 01110110 01100101 01110010” to the Robots and “The Soulmate Clause” to the Humans.