We’ve got 2 lovely little stories for you today! The first is a vignette full of smooshy seasonal cheer, whilst the other is a bittersweet snapshot of James and Lily in their final year. Both are beautiful, up-close examinations of Lily/James, so be sure to check them out!
When My Heart Finds Christmas by escribo
[PG-13] One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly. —Andy Rooney
"The lads will be here soon." James spoke against the shell of Lily’s ear as he dragged the tips of his cold fingers over Lily’s shoulder and down her spine. She shivered against him, and could feel when he smiled. He pressed his lips to the top of her head before he stretched to the pull the soft blanket from the couch and tucked it around her body. "I told them to be here at half past three and it’s nearly that now."
Our Last Days as Children by herbeautifullie
[Teen] It’s never easy to let go of impossible childhood dreams. Letting go of childhood dreams that are quickly becoming a reality is even harder.
James doesn’t remember big pieces of his childhood. Like any true fan, James’ first memory is of Quidditch. When he closes his eyes and focuses, he canstill feel the warm wind against his cheeks, his father’s arms tight around his middle as he lifts him up to see over the head of the balding man cheering before them and the rush in his veins when the snitch pauses a hairsbreadth from his face, each flap of tiny wings visible to his eyes alone.It’s as exhilarating to think about now – fourteen years later – as it was that day, when Puddlemere’s star Chaser stopped him after the game, mussed his hair and said, “You’ll play for Puddlemere one day too, yeah? The snitch loves you already, mate!”