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A fic that starts with the day Lily and James meet: 4,443 days before they die. It ends with their last day alive.  

Actual excerpt of a fic I was going to write with this concept:

“Padfoot gets back from his assignment tomorrow,” Lily tells him, eyes on their calendar.

James pauses in trying to convince his son of the merits of pureed beets. His eyes drift towards the day on the calendar circled in red. Lately, they’ve taken to marking their calendar with the events of their day, if only to make the days seem more distinct. August 27th: ‘At 3 o’clock, Harry said his first full sentence.’ September 12th: ‘At 6 in the morning, the cat brought James a present and left it in his mouth.’ Tomorrow, October 31st, is a rare date that marks the future.

“Good,” he says. “I was hoping he’d be back before his birthday.”

A small, hopeful smile blooms on her lips. “Perhaps we can finally give him a nice celebration. I know Moony is still underground, but Wormy said he’d stay close by. I could bake him a cake.”

uhhh...I reblogged this meme like three months ago, but okay. 

Sephiroth has a bad habit. He’s done it since he was a child in the labs. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night, wide awake and certain that something terrible is happening. He has to check through everything before he can fall asleep again. 

He felt embarassed about it when he started dating his boyfriends, so he pretended like he’d gotten over it and did his best to not wake them when he woke up. For a while it worked. One night when he and Cloud were sleeping alone, Cloud woke up when he left the bed. Cloud was concerned at first, but just sat out and waited for him to finish his check. Sephiroth kept apologizing, but Cloud wouldn’t have it. 

Lily and James are both astronauts training for the same mission. They’re planning on getting married, but know if they disclose that to their superiors then they won’t be able to go on the same mission so they’re hiding their relationship.

Fake excerpt:

“You sure you can handle being in a confined space with me for months and not being able to touch me?” asks James, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’ll sort of be our honeymoon.”

Lily waits, and when he doesn’t add anything, she asks, “It’s killing you right now not to make a space joke, isn’t it?”

When James and Sirius are twelve years old, they try and fail to make an unbreakable vow to protect each other for life. Sirius reflects on it post-Azkaban. 

Fake excerpt: 

“Do you think this’ll work without a third person?” asks James, clasping right hands with Sirius. 

“Dunno,” says Sirius with a shrug. “But Lupin wouldn’t do it and Pettigrew’s shite with charms, so this is our best bet.” 

James’s knees are starting to hurt from rubbing against the dormitory floor. “You’re probably right. Pete’s one of my best mates, but I don’t reckon I want my life in his hands.”

Lily and James are battling Death Eaters; James gets severely wounded and Lily’s been disarmed so they don’t know if he’ll get help before he bleeds out.Fake excerpt:

“This is where I ask you to hold me, right?” James says, too breathless to be lighthearted.

“I could,” Lily says, her hands pressing more firmly against him. “But I’d have to take pressure off your abdomen and you’d die.”

Lily and James are fooling around in her room when her family comes home and they have to dress quickly. In the scuffle, James can’t find his pants and his jeans are definitely too tight for her family not to notice so he just spends the entire night trying to obscure his crotch.

Fake excerpt:

“Lily,” he whispers, panicked. “Your dad wants to play football with me. I can’t keep my hands folded in front of me like this.”

Lily tries not to laugh. “Just say you’re too tired.”

James shakes his head. “We just laughed at how Vernon would never lower himself to such a common sport. If I back out now, I’ll look like an arse.”

James is getting married and moving out of his flat with Sirius and they fight over who gets to keep the sofa. Sirius is not above using sticking charms. 

Fake excerpt:

Sirius crosses his legs. It’s an awkward motion, as his rear end is now stuck to the cushions. “I’m losing my best mate. I think I’m entitled to keep the one object in this flat that brings up fond memories of us together.” 

“First of all,” says James, tugging on Sirius’s arm, “you are my best man.”

“Secondly,” interjects Remus, tapping James on the shoulder. “Why are Wormtail and I here?”