#(&james)

[notthatgirlfrcmculiacan]

New Orleans, Early Season 5

@taleofmuses

It wasn't the first time she'd woken with sweat beaded and dripping down her back, heart racing in her chest. Not the first time she'd watched as one face or another fell, glassy eyes staring back at her, cold and bloodied hands reaching out for her - Brenda, her parents, Tony, Guero. But now James had joined the fray, Guero's head in her lap morphing to James', sending her upright and gasping in her bed.

She'd thrown the covers off and slipped from her bed. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, not now. Not with visions of James dead dancing in her mind, nor his cryptic warning dancing around her head. They were coming for her. He was injured, but stable per the doctor. Pote and King George didn't trust him, wanting to leave to figure things out, but Teresa refusing to leave until James could give more information and come with them. She didn't want to lose him again.

Teresa found her way into the kitchen, trying to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone who should be sleeping. Filling herself a glass of water, she leaned against the counter, trying to rid herself of the images and thoughts spiraling in her mind. The sound of someone else padding to join her, had her turning to pour her water out. "I'm fine, Po..." She started, anticipating her trusted sicario to be the one coming to check on her and falling silent when instead she was face to face with James.

"James..." she started, eyes flickering down the hallway behind him, "you shouldn't be out of bed." It was the easiest. Ignore everything that had happened, urge him back to bed. She wasn't ready or in the right headspace to face everything that came with his sudden return into her life.

[stoneandgardenia]

July 30th, 7:43 pm

The last few boxes laid open in the new houses living room, but it was finally beginning to feel settled. That gave Lily a bit of relief. It had been such a whirlwind since quickly moving from the heart of London and shuffled into secrecy in the english west country. All this on top of being pregnant. 

Lily sat back and sleepily smiled at James, her hand brushing over her very large stomach. Pregnancy was exhausting, therefor James had to take on most of the unpacking whilst she sat back and watched. Not that she was complaining. 

She knew the baby would be coming day day now. Lily had been having practice contractions for over a week now. But this time was different; this one was stronger. Lily’s breath caught, as she tried to shift on the couch and calm the pain. And then it came again, doubling her over. 

“James.” Lily groaned, “I think we might need to call the doctor” 

@the-mxdnight-marauder​

[fortunexflower]

Troubled Eyes || James & Lily

Tendrils of emerald haze wrapped around the thick grey clouds, dispersing what was left of the cosmic skull and snake. Lily’s arms were crossed tightly against her chest trying to hide the unsteady rise and fall of her breathing as her gaze fixed on the space just above her flat. She couldn’t place this feeling. It wasn’t quite fear but there was clear anxiety, there was anger, and even a hint of resolve. Lily looked troubled and she didn’t have the energy to try and hide that in the slightest.

The last few aurors and authorities were packing up and filling in details with reporters but Lily couldn’t stop staring. Her home now sulked in the realization that this, too, was part of the warzone now. She chewed on her lip, finally tearing her stare away from the skyline to look around the street. Lily was ready to look back, just to check that the mark was gone for sure, when James bobbed around the corner. 

She held her ground, not wanting anyone else to look over and find more questions to asks. The, once james finally got close enough to hear her, she started, “Did you see it? The dark mark. S-someone working for him. They left a body, James.” Lily took a deep, exhausted breath, collecting her thoughts and continuing in a sotto voice, “Right outside our home.” 

@mxdnight-marauder

[gryffinborn]

HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY   ✫ ✫ b. 31 July 1980  ✫ ✫ to James and Lily Potter @redandgoldenboy

[ashxmoreno]

Ash & The Romantics Manips {Batch 1/?}

Long live the reckless and the brave I don't think I want to be saved My song has not been sung So long live us

[fortunexflower]

Something Borrowed, something blue || Lily & James

{Starter for @mxdnight-marauder }

Fall leaves floated past the Potter’s window, drawing Lily’s attention to the concrete below. She watched as the new leaves nestled into the old. It was all so peaceful, Autumn was painting England in red a gold once more as though the world wasn’t growing increasingly treacherous by the day. Lily tried to shake off the negative thoughts as she turned to scan the room around her.

The weeks since the wedding had flown by and Lily was beginning to come back to normal. Or, as normal as she could be, after that day. Normal meant realizing that the newly wed Potter’s hadn’t even begun to unpack the boxes of wedding decor, gifts, or other bits and pieces that survived that day. It seemed every open surface was covered in lace and memories which picked at lily’s consciousness. Enough was enough, she wouldn’t let this run her life any longer. She glanced at the clock which read 8:47 am, Lily had been awake for over an hour now, debating how long she should let James sleep for. But now she had a goal for the day, and Lily didn’t want to procrastinate any further. 

Lily pulled out a box of Brown cards with gold lettering on the front. First thing on her mental list was finally getting thank you cards written and posted out. She quietly entered their bedroom, smiling as she watched James still snoozing in the early morning light. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, cooing him awake, “Good morning, sleeping beauty. How would you feel about writing and signing about a hundred letters on this fine day?” 

[fortunexflower]

That's what you're worried about? (Sirius)

“Yes. Incredibly worried. If you want to keep your Police Outlandos record in one piece I’d highly recommend you grab James and march your furry arses over to the leaky cauldron and apologize for the big-dog versus man-deer drinking battle that destroyed no less than three kegs, a table, and your livers, no doubt.”