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Valerie
James/Lily
• yes harry potter fandom and yes, this is my favorite couple and has been for a long, long time. no bashing or i will cut you. seriously. don't do it.
• written to valerie, panic at the disco cover, but tbh it doesn't really have much to do with the actual song content. really.
Oh 'cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie?
There was something to be said for the whole feisty-redhead thing. Okay, so James had always had a type - I mean, look at his best friend. 'Feisty' didn't even begin to cover it. But Lily was, in complete opposition to her name, crazy headstrong and maybe just crazy.
Which is why he came home after a particularly tiring tour to find everything locked up, and - had she changed the locks on their flat? Yes, yes she had. He groaned and rolled his eyes, then slid down the banister and thumbed a few coins into the payphone.
"Yeh? W'sup, mate?" Sirius always sounded sleepy when he'd just been fucked, and it was only midnight, so James knew he couldn't possibly be asleep.
"Lils locked me out. D'you know where she is?"
"Locked you out?" That voice was Remy's, calm and collected and not even a bit breathless, damn him. "And how, precisely, would she do that? You have a key."
"Changed the locks."
Sirius laughed, because he was a great friend like that, and Remus couldn't stifle a small chuckle. "Alohomora anyone?"
"Don't be an ass." She was better at magic than any of them; of course he couldn't break one of her locks. "I'm tired, pissed off, and I just want to see my wife. Or at least my bed."
Finally, finally, there was a loud rustle - and the most beautiful voice in the world came through the phone line.
"James. I'm disappointed in you."
He couldn't resist the smile that came to his face, warm and heady and relieved, and he slumped against the phonebox. "Yeah?" He sounded like a lovestruck idiot, he knew he did, and he didn't even care.
"Mm-hm. Did you get any of my owls?"
Shit. Had he? He honestly couldn't remember.
"Er--"
"That's not our flat anymore, sweetling."
What? What? What was going on? He was confused. Why would it not be their flat? "...Put Remy on, love, you're not making any sense at all."
Lily made a frustrated noise, and he fell in love a little bit more. "Would you just listen? I had to get a new place. Better. Bigger. And I'm staying at Remus's because I needed help deciding what color to paint the nursery."
The........ what?
".....Lil....?"
Then her disappointment faded, he could practically feel it in his bones, and she let out a light, warm, loving laugh. "Yes, darling. Yes. You're going to be a father."
James/Lily
• yes harry potter fandom and yes, this is my favorite couple and has been for a long, long time. no bashing or i will cut you. seriously. don't do it.
• written to valerie, panic at the disco cover, but tbh it doesn't really have much to do with the actual song content. really.
Oh 'cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie?
There was something to be said for the whole feisty-redhead thing. Okay, so James had always had a type - I mean, look at his best friend. 'Feisty' didn't even begin to cover it. But Lily was, in complete opposition to her name, crazy headstrong and maybe just crazy.
Which is why he came home after a particularly tiring tour to find everything locked up, and - had she changed the locks on their flat? Yes, yes she had. He groaned and rolled his eyes, then slid down the banister and thumbed a few coins into the payphone.
"Yeh? W'sup, mate?" Sirius always sounded sleepy when he'd just been fucked, and it was only midnight, so James knew he couldn't possibly be asleep.
"Lils locked me out. D'you know where she is?"
"Locked you out?" That voice was Remy's, calm and collected and not even a bit breathless, damn him. "And how, precisely, would she do that? You have a key."
"Changed the locks."
Sirius laughed, because he was a great friend like that, and Remus couldn't stifle a small chuckle. "Alohomora anyone?"
"Don't be an ass." She was better at magic than any of them; of course he couldn't break one of her locks. "I'm tired, pissed off, and I just want to see my wife. Or at least my bed."
Finally, finally, there was a loud rustle - and the most beautiful voice in the world came through the phone line.
"James. I'm disappointed in you."
He couldn't resist the smile that came to his face, warm and heady and relieved, and he slumped against the phonebox. "Yeah?" He sounded like a lovestruck idiot, he knew he did, and he didn't even care.
"Mm-hm. Did you get any of my owls?"
Shit. Had he? He honestly couldn't remember.
"Er--"
"That's not our flat anymore, sweetling."
What? What? What was going on? He was confused. Why would it not be their flat? "...Put Remy on, love, you're not making any sense at all."
Lily made a frustrated noise, and he fell in love a little bit more. "Would you just listen? I had to get a new place. Better. Bigger. And I'm staying at Remus's because I needed help deciding what color to paint the nursery."
The........ what?
".....Lil....?"
Then her disappointment faded, he could practically feel it in his bones, and she let out a light, warm, loving laugh. "Yes, darling. Yes. You're going to be a father."