Seven years into their relationship, James Potter and Lily Evans are at a crossroads. What had once seemed fated and gold-plated is now under immense pressure. The question is: are they something worth fighting for?
Did I write another thing? Yes, I did.
Is it complete yet? No, it’s not, but it will be soon.
How would I describe it? It broke my heart to write it.
The idea for this Jily fic came to me after posting the third chapter of Knocked Up By My Ex. I had no intention of writing it or posting it until after I finished the fourth chapter of KUBME, but I found myself typing it out and then suddenly I had finished two chapters.
Consider this a peace offering, because I won’t be able to update Knocked Up By My Ex until Wednesday 4 May, since I’ll be flying to Stockholm with two of my best friends tomorrow.
Take care, sweethearts! I will probably still be on Tumblr and I will still write over the next few days, but I’m leaving my main writing device - my laptop - at home for once.
I just updated this one. Chapter 3 is up. I had hoped to update the full story, but I got sidetracked and wrote too much of KUBME these past few days instead.
I promise the final chapter will be up soon, though!
Thank you for reading this story and the support I’ve received so far.
Hi everyone! I decided to put together my own ask game for my belated follower milestone festivities, per @signifiquint’s suggestion. Have at it, and feel free to reblog this if you’d like!
Orion Black offers Remus more money than he could’ve dreamed of. The only condition? Stay away from his son.
(This got way fluffier than I anticipated towards the end)
A slow smile spreads across Orion Black’s face as he writes something down on a piece of paper, and slides it over the broad, wooden desk towards Remus. “Read the number on that paper,” he says confidently. “And tell me again how much you love him.”
To Put a Price On Love
“How much?”
Remus hardly dares to move under the intensity of Orion Black’s scrutinizing gaze. The man is sitting behind his polished wooden writing desk, one large hand holding a pen hovering above some sort of notebook.
Remus is visiting the Black Manor for a couple of days, finally meeting his boyfriend’s family. Much to Remus’ dismay, his boyfriend had been reluctant to take him home, but after some insisting on Remus’ part, he finally agreed. After the first day of staying at the posh manor, Remus had changed his goal of making his boyfriend’s parents like him, to making his boyfriend’s parents not kill him in his sleep.
Orion and Walburga Black are stiff, formal and standoffish people. Their noses are constantly scrunched up in distaste, and their lips pressed in a thin line. They hardly say a word to Remus, and Remus hasn’t once seen them smile. He honestly can’t even imagine it. Where his boyfriend’s silver grey eyes are bright and sparkling with vibrant energy, Walburga Black’s eyes are cold and empty, while Orion Black’s gaze is hard as steel.
That gaze is now intently fixed on Remus, and Remus feels like he’s being weighed and found wanting.
Friendly reminder that the only person in the HP books who acted, suffered and ultimately died, motivated purely by genuine, selfless love for his friends - not for romantic love, not for family, not for the greater good, not because it was the right thing to do, not for revenge - was Sirius Black.
Baby Harry needs some glasses (because he got his mother’s eyes but his father’s eyesight), and he isn’t happy with the idea (even if he’ll look like his papa)! So the Marauders and Lily decide to surprise him by all wearing glasses! Harry loved it (and James, who isn’t a drama queen thank you very much, is so relieved to be his son’s hero again).
Peter was in the surprise, but he cancelled, saying he had an unexpected appointment with someone important. They all guess a date as they know it isn’t Order related, and all are so happy for him.
‘You didn’t wear gloves,’ he declared with a wry smile while continuing to hold her hand near his lips.
‘I could not find a pair that matched my gown,’ she paused, her dark eyes dancing as they stared up at him, ‘and heaven forbid that my sartorial choices offend you.’
