a little fic in honor of my dear friend @chdarling ‘s birthday.
When Lily jokingly tells her owl to deliver a letter to “the love of her life”, i.e. Marlene McKinnon, her owl misinterprets the directive and, to her horror, her ode to James Potter’s arms lands squarely in his lap.
Laurennn ❤️❤️ I miss you too!!! I wish work wasn’t kicking my ass right now, but I’m hoping things will cool down in the next month or so and I can return to writing about our favourite idiots 🥹
Ahh @athenasparrow thank you so much for recommending my fics! For anyone who might be new to my stuff, I’d recommend starting with my smutty one-shots Stolen,Vindicated, and A Night to Remember 🫶
More smutty one/two-shots I *highly* recommend are:
I woke up this morning and had this idea in mind. Written for @jilymicrofics. More to follow!
Prompt: Dream Words: 554 Rating: M
“I think we should have sex.”
He promptly choked on his tea.
“Excuse me?”
“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”
Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren’t in lust or love.
I woke up this morning and had this idea in mind. Written for @jilymicrofics. More to follow!
Prompt: Dream Words: 554 Rating: M
“I think we should have sex.”
He promptly choked on his tea.
“Excuse me?”
“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”
Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren’t in lust or love.
He sets the pad of paper and pencil on the desk behind him,
rolling his shoulders in a stretch as if he is deliberating an answer. “Are you
hinting at something?”
“Me? What would I be hinting at?”
“Hmm,” James says, slipping off of his chair, sights set on
his bed. “Dunno… but I’m sure you’re trying to have me read between the lines
here.”
“Doubtful,” she says, stoically; James slips onto the bed
beside her, but she plods on, “I’m very direct. Not subtle at all.”
“Very direct,” he repeats, carding an arm around her waist
as he presses his nose to her neck. “My room is drafty but you don’t want to
put on more clothing. Guess that’s where I come in, is it?”
She laughs, curling her fingers through his hair as he
settles next to her. “See. Very direct.”
James pulls her chin up and plants a pair of kisses on her
mouth, gentle and slow, before pecking her nose. He closes his eyes after,
allowing her to curl into him, face pressed against his sternum. “Better?”
