Meeting at a restaurant was a mistake, Pandora realized far too late. She’d hoped a public setting would be neutral territory and dissuade Petunia from making a scene. Instead, she’d given Lily’s sister a captive audience and far too many witnesses.
“You must be joking. This is a joke, right? Come on,” Petunia said, rolling her eyes.
Pandora palmed the ring box in her skirt pocket and forced a smile. “I’m not. I just want your blessing.”
“Did Lily put you up to this? She must be having quite a laugh at my expense! Honestly, how ridiculous!” Petunia stood up, loudly scraping her chair on the tile floor. “Well, I am not amused. My family’s values are not a joke.”
“Lily doesn’t know I’m here,” Pandora snapped, unable to hide her disdain any longer. She’d earnestly tried her best to tolerate Lily’s sister, but the nervy cunt was determined to be difficult. “Trust me. If I didn’t respect your family’s values, I wouldn’t have commuted from my home to yours for a year, even after her parents passed.”
Petunia bristled like a wind-ruffled owl. “How dare you mention my—”
“Lily and I could have gotten a flat together, you know. It would have been far more convenient,” Pandora continued, ignoring Petunia’s horrified scoff. “And I certainly wouldn’t be here with you now, if it were up to me.”
“What cheek! You think I wanted—”Â
“Give me one good reason that I shouldn’t ask your sister to marry me,” Pandora said flatly. “We love each other and want nothing more than to spend our lives making each other happy. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Petunia wheezed like a deflating balloon. “It’s unnatural! Even that moron of a boyfriend she had two years ago would be better than…than this!”
“Who? Potter?” Pandora scoffed. “He’s already married to a man.”
“What?! Is this what that horrid freak school did to her? To all of you?” Petunia clutched her neck and stepped back, as if queerness was contagious.
“Not all of us, no,” Pandora felt the curious eyes of every well-dressed diner in their vicinity, but couldn’t care less. “This request is a courtesy, by the way, not a requirement. I will ask her regardless if you approve or not.”
Petunia spit out, “I certainly do not approve! I never have! This entire farce of a relationship is dis—-”
“Your parents approved.”
“M-My parents?” Petunia choked out.
Pandora stood up and pulled out the ring box. She was considerably shorter than Lily’s prudish sister, but she wouldn’t allow Petunia to speak down to her or derail this conversation. Holding the intricately carved wooden box under Petunia’s nose, Pandora opened it.
Petunia gasped.
“This is the ring that your mother helped pick out two weeks before their unfortunate accident. Your father even made the box himself.” Pandora showed her the maker’s mark on the bottom. Liam Evans’ distinctive carpenter’s logo was unquestionably authentic. Even magic couldn’t perfectly forge art.Â
Petunia gaped, eyes bulging from the sockets.
“Now, you have a choice,” Pandora said through clenched teeth. “You can continue to be a vindictive cunt and I’ll be forced to hex you, or you can pretend to be a decent person who cares about Lily and her happiness.”
“How did y-you…it’s not real…that’s n-not…” Petunia spluttered nonsensically.
Pandora arched an eyebrow. “Says who?”
“This is absurd!” Petunia whisper-shouted. “You can’t give me an ultimatum! Lily listens to me! She will do what I say.”
“Not if I have this.” Pandora closed the box and wiggled it tauntingly. “This is all the proof I need to quash your hateful nonsense.”
Even if the box wasn’t created specifically for this purpose, it was one of Liam’s creations. She hadn’t lied about that, or the fact that Jane Evans had picked out this ring with Lily in mind. Both pieces were simply acquired in an nontraditional way. The Evans’ estate solicitor required very little coercion to release them to her. It was worth the effort. Lily will cherish them forever.
“You…You thief!” Petunia was panting now, clearly working out in real time that she’d lost. “I suspected there were missing pieces! I-I’ll tell her!”
Pandora snorted derisively. “Go ahead, but you better be able to prove it. Lily is a stickler for evidence.”
“I-I…can’t—” Petunia cut herself off with a frustrated groan. She slumped into her seat and held her head in her hands. “Why do all of this? Why her?”
Is she really this dense? Pandora wanted to brain this maddening woman with the chair she was sitting on. Petunia was infuriatingly obtuse when she didn’t like the truth.
Lily was Pandora’s entire world, start to finish. The air she breathed, her heartbeat, and the blood rushing through her veins were all Lily’s to claim at any moment. After all, she’d saved Pandora’s life twice during the war.
My knight in fluffy cardigans.
Pandora returned to her seat and folded her hands on the table. “I already told you, Petunia. I love Lily and I want her to be happy. There is no ulterior motive.”
“But to-to threaten me? To steal from us?” Petunia hissed.Â
Leaning forward, Pandora met her gaze with an intense glare. “I will do anything to make Lily happy. There is no limit, there is no boundary I won’t cross. Do you understand me? No one will stand in my way, least of all you.”
“You’re a monster.”Â
“I can be, if necessary,” Pandora said. “Don’t test me.”
“Fine! You have my blessing, just…leave me alone!” Petunia fled from the restaurant, tripping over her own feet to escape.Â
Pandora smirked as she lifted her tea cup to her lips. As if Petunia actually had a choice in the matter.
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My entire childhood, up in flames.
The besieged house hissed and spit, as if it was fighting the flames out of pure spite. Centuries of dark spells had left traces on the walls, as had the echoes of Pandora’s ancestors as they single-mindedly pursued power and fortune. Lily was right, there was no redeeming value.
Pandora’s memories, scattered as they were, were generally good ones, but there were so many lost to time. Trauma that buried itself deep in the soul, out of reach, was still scraping away at her hopes and dreams. She couldn’t move forward until she faced the past.
“How long will it take?” Lily asked, squeezing her hand.
“A few hours, I think.”
They remained vigilant, monitoring the carnage that Pandora had once called home, determined to see it in cinders. No one would ever defile this sacred ground again, she would see to it that a thriving forest swallowed it whole. But first, the manor house had to be cremated. The wondrous luxury that she was born into had been too thoroughly corrupted to be saved.
This cursed family line ends here, with me. As it should.
A small part of her had felt homesick when she and Lily had apparated onto the estate. She hadn’t returned home since her brother’s funeral. Even then, her heart cried out more from nostalgia than actually yearning for her childhood. Those memories no longer held the same power that they used to.
Instead, Pandora chose love. Not just any love, but the love of her life. She chose the woman who dragged her out of a spiral of misery and made her life worth living, when she no longer cared to live it.
Lily turned to face her, the amber lenses of her protective glasses masking emerald eyes as sightless as they were lovely. She had sacrificed so much for Pandora. Too much. “Describe it for me, Panda. Please.”
For you? Anything.
“As it is now or…”
“No, how you remember it,” Lily clarified, blinking slowly.
Pandora lifted their joined hands, kissed Lily’s knuckles, and sighed. “The house was filled with history. It was a living museum devoted to my family’s ambitions. The house was lavishly furnished and displayed more antiques than any of the drafty castles around here. My room was yellow and I had painted tiny clusters of flowers and sprites on the walls where they would peek out, like behind my bureau and headboard. It was an enviable, pampered life, but a lonely one too.”
“So, you created a fairy garden to keep you company,” Lily said, smiling wistfully. “I wish I’d seen them.”
“Would you really like to?”
“Yes.”
Pandora lifted her wand to her head and tapped her temple. With a sweeping swish and a sharp flick, she gathered the memory around her wand tip and transferred it to Lily. It wasn’t truly the memory itself, but a reflection of it. The clever magic was Lily’s own design, and it allowed her to experience a world she could no longer see for herself.
“Oh, Panda,” Lily said breathlessly. “This is so sweet.”
“Should I paint them in our cottage then?” Pandora asked.
Lily nodded, her smile bright. “Yes. I would love to live in your fairy garden.”
“Then, you shall have it.” Pandora slid her arm around Lily’s waist and leaned into her shoulder. “And I’ll raise them a bit from the wall, so you can find them.”
“Perfect.”
Just like you.
Lily pressed her cheek to Pandora’s hair and hummed thoughtfully. “Our cottage sounds nice.”
“It will be, I promise,” Pandora said, and she meant it. Someday, they would have a proper home for the two of them. She would do whatever was necessary to see it happen.
Which is why I must excise old, buried wounds, to allow healing to begin.
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Prompt: “customs” @pandalilymicrofics - 708 words
CW: sexual innuendos/sex toy mentioned
Pandora knew she was caught when the Customs officer patted the lining of her bag with a frown. The false bottom that held her newest acquisition would hold up to visible scrutiny, but certainly not a touch test. She offered a placating smile to the dark-haired man and tried not to squirm under his penetrating glare.
“Ma’am, this bag—” he began, cutting off abruptly when someone cleared their throat behind her. The man froze, then lifted his hands in mock surrender.
“Mr… Moody, is it?”
Oh no. Please don’t pull rank here.
Lily stepped out of line and approached the Customs officer with a stern expression. “Is there a problem with my wife’s luggage?”
He glanced between them, which was when Pandora realized he had a lazy eye. The left one remained on her for a few seconds longer than the other. “Well, I think there’s a false bottom in here, and—”
Suddenly, the bag began to vibrate violently. The man stared down at it as he traced the large, phallic shape under the lining. He jerked his hand back and stepped well away from the table.
Pandora cursed under her breath and hurriedly fumbled to turn the switch off through the lining. She’d meant to remove the batteries before packing it, but had put it off too long. Merde. Oh gods, not now. Not here!
“You have already emptied the entirety of her bag onto the table,” Lily pointed out, ignoring Pandora’s scrambling. She gestured broadly at the mangled mess of clothes and personal effects that Lily herself had painstakingly packed that morning. “I already advised you that I am a British diplomat and that my wife is accompanying me to my new post in Paris, so what exactly are you looking for?”
The officer narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “She’s not a diplomat though. Her luggage is open to search and seizure.”
“This is retaliatory then, is it?” Lily asked, bristling with barely subdued anger. “Politically motivated, or discrimination because we’re sapphic?”
The man blinked, his bluster falling in the face of her accusation. “No! I’m simply doing my job! You can’t bring—”
“Eat now?” whined a cranky toddler behind them for fifth time. “I hungry, mummy.”
His mother tried to calm him, but he was clearly exhausted. In seconds, he was in a full on strop, wailing at his mother and anyone else who dared to look his way.
Lily hadn’t broken eye contact with the guard, however. She stared him down with the same fiery determination that drew Pandora to her years ago. It was impossible to out-stubborn Lily Evans, although she’d given it a go herself.
“Right, well. Go on then,” the officer acquiesced, dumping her belongings unceremoniously into the bag and waving them off.
Lily fumed as she gathered Pandora’s bag and quickly set it to rights. She glared intensely at the man as she handed it back to Pandora, then snapped, “Have the day you deserve.”
He scowled after them, but was immediately distracted by the screeching toddler that was performing an exorcist-level fit in his mother’s arms. The boy’s face had flushed a worrying deep scarlet as he screamed.
As they stepped on the plane, Pandora hugged her bag to her chest and followed her wife to their seats in first class. “Never again. Gods that was mortifying.”
“Next time, I’ll pack it in my bags,” Lily said, graciously omitting the I told you so that Pandora deserved. “It’s not illegal to carry a vibrator in my Diplomatic bag.”
Pandora chuckled, then shoved her valise under the seat. “Perhaps not, but where’s the thrill in that? Did you see his face? I swear he nearly said merciful heavens!”
Lily grinned, her bright white teeth flashing in a well-practiced politician’s smile. “I nearly said that myself when you whipped it out last night.”
“You did say it before you fell asleep,” Pandora teased, kissing her wife’s cheek. “I can’t believe we were nearly caught at Customs with it. Imagine if he’d found the zipper and pulled it out? There would be photos all over the internet in seconds.”
“Rita Skeeter’s headline would be suitably awful,” Lily whispered. “I can see it now. Diplomatic Dyke Disaster!”
“Anal Ambassador or Fanny-fiend?” Pandora offered.
