wait i was stalking your tags andā¦ maryjames? i have never ever seen them before and while i donāt see it yet, im happy to be convinced. care to share your thesis?
maryjames !!!!!! theyāre so deeply special to me š¤
i have two fics about them!! iām never gonna know you now which is canon compliant & just letters from james to mary between 1980-1981 & oh, how love grows which features girl&boy best friends mary & james who are both trying to woo lily in the first chapter, and emmaryjames in the second chapter !!
lowkey theyāre just my boring little ship.. <3 thereās nothing spectacular about them and thatās exactly why i love them. itās the kind of love that takes time, best friends to lovers, worlds longest slow burn, as in james enters a whole marriage with lily before he figures out how he feels for mary lol because james was always obsessed with the kind of love story thatās supposed to knock you off your feet !!! which is what heās been projecting onto lily since the first day she met and they got off on the wrong foot. it gave him tunnel vision !!! he never knew what he had !!!!!! and for mary, itās all about the girl on girl jealousy :/ always living in lilyās shadow, never being as interesting, resenting her for not wanting james and resenting herself for not being a girls girl, all the girly teenagey angst about never being anyones number 1.
theyāre all about bad timing and long loooong slow burn, and in canon verse they never even get together and instead itās just too late realisations and missed opportunities lol.. think of the book/series/film one day, early 2000s tv couples (mainly seth & summer from the oc or dylan & evie from lovesick), etc etc etc .. š¤š¤ <- theyāre genuinely inspired by like. early 2000s media in general
and once theyāre together, not in canon, itās just easy. itās not overwhelming or a perfomence or a competition or proving anything. itās just as easy as itās always been, only better. best friends but with kissing and sex. comfort !!!! being content !!! every piece falling into place :~) the kind of love where it just feels god and isnāt complicated and confusing:))
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has anybody though of lily being in band class š
WHAT IF WE PUT THESE TWO TOGETHERā¦ā¦ā¦
regulus whoās a āmaleā (nonbinary he/him reg strikes again and wants still wants to wear the male cheerleader outfits, but his hair is done and slicked back and put in a tiny pony tail and thereās glitter on his eyelids) cheerleader and lily whoās in bandā¦..
james in the jock whoās fawning after lily and tries to get her number after every game. regulus HATES them. james could have ANYONE!!!! WHY LILY!!!! why donāt you go after the head cheerleader (mary) !!!!! like a NORMAL jock and leave me alone to pine after lily from afar without doing anything about it ever!!!! <- also james eventually does to after mary obviously because heās been in love with her the entire time without realising it <3 hopeless romantic james met lily first day of school and decided then and there that they would get married. he never considere anything else and doesnāt view lily as anything other than the girl he made up in his headā¦ā¦ until he gets a reality check and understands what a FOOL heās been. maryās been pining for years too watching him trying to make a fairytale come true . huge rom com big romantic gesture coming their way ..
so like. i donāt think reg as a cheerleader would be that popular. so neither him or lily are very popular. lils is popular by extension from being maryās best friend, james being in love with her, etc. sheās the teachers favorite against her will and sheās secretly holding a candle for reg the cheerleader.. the mystery of the school. the quiet awkward menacing reg who doesnāt talk to almost anyone but who goes all in when itās cheer timeā¦. he fucking LOVES it. evan panda barty and dorcas come to the game only to support reg and they just do Not get it <3
god. the pining would be insufferable. the misunderstandingsā¦ā¦ the self doubtā¦.. I NEED THEM !!!!!!!! need them to awkwardly stand around each other not knowing what to sayā¦..
i meanā¦ā¦ yeahā¦ thatās my insufferable annoying arrogant jock and i know for a FACT that i would hate him if i ever met him..,,..,, it would be on sight
personally i donāt think thereās a way around the fact that heās a jock. like heās a jock in every universe and he was a jock in canon. my characterizations are always about looking at the source material with a trusty scalpel in handā¦.
i think itās fun to ponder what sports heād play in modern ausā¦ like football/soccer and hockey are the common aus and im a sucker for them too.. but honestly ????? sometimes i think about him skiing. LIKE ??? COMPETITIVE SKIIER JAMES POTTER ?? he has my whole heart... and obviously since challengers ive been imagining him as a tennis player a lot. a jartylily challengers au would go so fucking hard..
if youāve followed me for a long time then you know that THE james ship for me is maryjames. literally my beloveds forever and ever and i hate to admit that iām not immune to jock!james and cheerleader!mary. theyāre so early 2000s tv show couple who played a huge and irreversable role in my formative years-coded to me. a mixture of sethummer and naileyā¦<3
and if youāve followed me longer than that than you know i also love emmaryjamesā¦ā¦ LIKE IMAGINE james and emmeline on the uni soccer team competing for maryās attentionā¦.. shes the hot sorority girl, sitting on the bleachers chewing her gum and watching them sweat and yell and run and throw themselves across the grass and tackling each otherā¦.. i know for a FACT marys vibrator is working overtimeā¦..:/ sheās playing them like a fiddle and theyāre so weak and pathetic about herā¦ sheās telling both of them to find her at the party later and spends the whole night bathing in their affection and soaking it up before she kisses them both goodnight with tongue and tells them good luck on their next game. eventually she asks them both out on a date, seperately, and then they both show up at the same timeā¦ā¦. competitive emmeline and james you have a my whole heart and maryās tooā¦. and donāt even get me started on the sexual tension during the game between james and emmelineā¦.. like the tackling is just compensating for how badly they want to f nasty
Why? (1000 words) by kamalaism
Summary:
Drunk in a bathtub.
The air is hot, stuffy in here. When the denim jackets of the dancers arenāt itchy against her skin, itās there - brushing, teasing, stifling until she canāt take it any more.
Maryās sigh is exaggerated, her red lips pouting, as she makes her way off the dance floor. Slip. Slide. Step.
So much for that.
Amused, her friends are waiting on her. She pulls herself to sit atop the wooden table they cluster around, the dark cloth beneath her crinkling as she wiggles.
Sirius offers a steady hand to stable her, clammy cold against her hot skin. Thereās no calluses from long hours of Quidditch. Itās like a bucket of ice dousing her.Ā
Words are slow to form, syrupy, āWhereās James?ā
He doesnāt stand in the group, not shooting that sparkling smile to Sirius, not looming beside Remus, not with an arm around Peteās shoulders.
Suddenly, she is acutely aware the feeling of his eyes on her back had long since disappeared in the crowded room. The hairs on the back of her neck are settled. She doesnāt want them to be.
Sirius, the gall of that man, offers her a sharp glint of teeth, āMissing your lover-boy already?ā
Oh, she could strangle him, if that wouldnāt scratch up the long pale neck of his sheād helped him dress to accentuate for a certain Italian.
She settles for cracking her knuckles anxiously, the pop too loud in her ears, āJealousy isnāt pretty, Siri. Where is James?ā
The bastard leans dramatically on top of Pete, using him as an arm rest. His mouth opens as if to speak something infuriating, before Peter shoves him off with little care.
Squawk.
Sirius is on a pile of gangly limbs on the floor, tugging at Remusās trouser leg to crouch steadily. Peter pays no mind, an absolute angel, āI think he went to the bathroom, Mare.ā
Remus interjects, āTen, fifteen minutes ago.ā
Sheās up before he even finishes the sentence. Her heels click clumsily against the floor, and as she sorts herself out, she narrowly avoids impaling one of theirās toes. The shoes all look the same, details blurring - she canāt tell whoās.
Offering a lazy wave, she marches.
āHey!ā
Oh, it was Sirius. Whenād he get back on his feet?
Shouldnāt she be doing something? Oh, wait, yeah.
Ehhā¦ Sheāll apologise later, since itās him.
The steps are daunting, and her knees scraped. Absently, her hands tug her pink patterned skirt down, nails digging into her palms when the tight, thin material refuses to budge more than an inch.
Stumbling down a hall, she barges the bathroom door open with her body, taking a minute to blink.
Itās not lockedā¦.?
Her eyes had automatically averted to the ceiling, what someone insane as Sirius would call prudish. Taking a breath, she counts the tiles for a moment, working up the courage.
No one had cried out in alarm. Her ears prickle. It doesnāt even sound as if someone is breathing in here. But, the boys said James was here.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Mary freezes. Her head swings to the steamed windows. The movement makes her topple.
She falls sideways, hip banging first against the side of the bath before sending her lurching in.
Shutting her eyes as she waits for the impact, they reluctantly open as she realises sheās fallen onto something soft.
What a strange bath.
Itās warm, but in the way of an autumn breeze that carries the last ray of summer, not oppressive.
Its soft, like the jumpers she steals, fluff against her skin with that wondrously woody scent.
Itās wrapping around her waist in an embrace.
ItāsĀ wrappingĀ aroundĀ what-
āMare.ā A deep voice rumbles, and sheās close enough to feel the vibrations in his chest. He snuggles closer, messy hair flicking her cheek.
āJames.ā She sighs at first, bewildered, but the more she thinks, the more sideways it seems - a warmth grows in her chest. It branches, tickling all her sensitive spots until sheās curled over giggling, āJames.ā
It really isnāt that funny. His laugh echoing in her ears, his large frame following the curve of her back with not an inch between them, his callused hands supporting her fluttering stomach, begs to disagree.
āJames, what are you doing?ā She asks between peals of laughter, punctuated by a snort.
āSitting in a bath,ā is his deadpan response. His glasses have been discarded to the other end of the bath, where his ankles cross over hers. She wants to see those dark eyes of his bare.
Mary turns, blinking slowly as they come face-to-face. Her nose brushes his, with his head tilted down from when it was resting on her shoulder. He doesnāt move it.
The dark brown really is beautiful, too blackish to be called hazel but with those bright flecks that canāt be anything but. She counts fifteen of them, at least.
They could make a game out of it. Out of staring into his eyesā¦
He mumbles, looking a tad sheepish, his lips stretched wide, āSorryā¦ forā¦ā James makes a vague gesture on her stomach, tracing a faint circle, fingers barely lifting.
Itās only sensible. They need to consolidate warmth after all. Itās chilly, so chilly a shiver wracks up her spine.
āItās fine,ā she replies softly, gaze flickering across his face. āI quite like it here.ā
Thats his cue to grin that dazzling smile, pressed against her neck. Her heart sets a steady thump.
Laughter turns to choking turns to wrestles.
It stays comfortable through the night and into the early hours of the morning, until Sirius stumbles into the bathroom for a leak, dragging a bleary Peter along for moral support to watch the shadows, and the commotion has Remus creeping out his room.
As always, her boy is last to wake. They donāt realise, however, as she hides her soft smirk into his chest whilst he cradles her, fielding Siriusās dramatic questioning.
āWhat do you mean you just woke upĀ cuddling in the bath?!ā
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Nine & a half letters James wrote Mary, between December 1980 & October 1981.
this is the first installment of a canon compliant fic series focusing on the letters between four (miserable) indviduals during the first wizarding war. yay!!
thank u lia @themuseoftheviolets for the tag mwahhhhh
i just looked at my ao3 and i havenāt posted ?????? anything since OCTOBER ??? i barely write these days but i am (slowly) working on a maryjames canon compliant one-shot <3
Dear Mary,
Do you remember back at school when I would always give you piggyback rides between classes? Or, rather, youād demand them. Either way, I think maybe it fucked up my back permanently. I feel it every time I pick Harry up, and Lily always makes fun of me for it. She says Iām too young for back problems. I feel a little guilty sometimes for how comforting I find the ache, though. It makes me think of you. Itās nice having some sort of evidence of you even when youāre not here. Sometimes, when Iām alone, I pick up heavy things around the house just to feel you with me.
I love my family, you know; and I love being married. I love being a dad and Iām good at it. Maybe I still wouldāve been good at it if I hadnāt been in such a rush to get there.
Iām a good husband, Mary. I think I couldāve been a better one if I hadnāt been such a fool. Did you think I was a fool? Knowing you, Iām sure you did.
Iām a good husband, Mary. Maybe I couldāve been a better one if I hadnāt been such a fool. Did you think I was a fool? Knowing you, Iām sure you did.
