#blackevans

[sunnysaystuff]

reminder that it's sirius who lily canonically sent a letter to when she was in hiding. it's sirius who lily called padfoot. it's sirius who was the godfather of her son. it's sirius who she trusted her child's life to. it's sirius who she wanted as secret-keeper. not remus "number one james fan" lupin. if either of the two was lily's best friend, it was most definitely sirius, who was litr described as jily's best friend multiple times !!

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius calls lily red and lily calls sirius black and they are besties

[lupinflowrs]

platonic lilypad BUT lily is kind of drunk in the middle of a gryffindor house party so ofc sirius is there for her<333

[constancezin]

After this, Sirius was jealous to be dethroned as the first James fan.

So he contre-attaked

But in the end, they teamed for a better result!

This chaser can't loose with such a incredible cheerleader team.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius hates hates hates taylor swift and lily loves loves loves her and they go on road trips and lily puts her on and sirius keeps swerving and driving recklessly till she puts something else on and then she gives him the silent treatment and doesn't talk to him for two hours

[casquecest]

D'you ever think Sirius and Lily would gang up with each other and take the piss out of James?

I think they did. I think they did it all the time, and were fucking hilarious.

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

lilpad! lily's thing for obnoxious athletes definitely expanded onto sirius; she grew very fond of james' tag along :)

[formerlympp]

can't stop thinking about sixth/seventh year sirius and lily bonding over the tumultuous relationships they have with their siblings even tho the dynamics are different (lily celebrated for her differences, sirius ostracized and then disowned) and walking away with totally different outcomes (lily with more sympathy and love for petunia and sirius more anger and disgust for reg) but a stronger friendship between them

[albi-bumblebee]

Lilypad>-<

[tainwho]

it's what we choose

Lily was squinting, a bit. The air is frigid, hurting her eyes. She’s long since lost feeling in the tips of her fingers and knew her face would be completely pink once she eventually found her way back inside. Occasionally, the wind would force her eyes closed, and she would keep them screwed up till it passed, not for the first time wondering why she was lying in the grass on the Quidditch Pitch. She’d left her friends by the fire in the common room, ignoring the gentle pity on Mary’s face and the stubbornness in Marlene’s entreaties convincing her to talk to them as she balled up the letter still in her hand and rose to leave with half-hearted excuses. There was something peaceful to be found out here, anyway. The winter kept everything hushed. The silence and the stars above seemed to stretch out above her— time itself was paused, granting her a brief reprieve from the buzzing in her head and the thrumming under her skin. “Evans!” came a familiar voice, and she sighs, mourning the silence, short-lived as it was. “Go away,” she responds flatly. Sirius’ pale face comes into her line of vision. He doesn’t bother trying to hide the expression on his face, unlike her friends. The judgment is clear from his one raised eyebrow and the amused tilt to his lips. “Is there a reason you’re trying to freeze to death?"

read on ao3

[sirius-blacks-official-girl]

a drawing inspired by:

"James!" Lily reprimands, "Sirius' birthday party was supposed to be a surprise! why did you tell him?" James looks around, unsuccessfully trying to avoid Lily's stare, "He just-he stared at me with his big gray puppy eyes! i cant say anything to those!" at this, lilys angry facade falls as she get thrown into a fit of bubbly laughter.

"Hear that, Evans?" Sirius' voice calls from the next room. "My big gray eyes work better than your big green eyes," James scoffs, "We all know my big brown eyes are the one thing you both cant deny ," Lily chooses to ignore this comment. "Big eyes doesnt sound like a word anymore, everyone shut up!"

[fiendishfyre]

James asks if somebody can match his freak and he gets Lily and Sirius who out freak him: 🥴😳🥵

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius: do you ever get tired of being a know it all?

lily: do you ever get tired of being wrong all the time?

sirius: not really the way i do it is kind of chic

lily: i hate to say it but right now and right now only… you’re not even wrong

[lupinflowrs]

some recent requests i haven't posted here yet !! also can we take a moment to appreciate harry's chubby cheeks for a sec

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

could you do please number 18 for the prompts you posted?

I absolutely love everything you write. I've even read a lot of your Star Wars fic and ive only actually seen a couple of the star wars movies 🤣🤣 you are just such a gifted writer!

i went a bit AWOL on this and it got away from me! i call this…jily-adjacent??? hope you don't mind, anon! x

from these prompts

“This is ridiculous.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re not enjoying this quality time as much as I am, Evans.”

Lily rolls her eyes, even though he can’t see her through the door. “You know,” she grunts, pulling the skirt up, and smoothing her top down over the hem, “most people opt to go out for a pint or something.” She appraises herself in the tall mirror, then swings open the door to the dressing room. “Just posing an alternative for the future.”

Sirius grins at her. “Don’t act like you didn’t love picking the outfit I’m likely to die in.” He motions for her to turn around and tugs at the skirt, clicking his teeth with the same disappointment he’s shown at the last several options.

She sighs and walks back over to the rack, grabbing the next choice: a midi-length black dress, with puffed sleeves that make her think of her great-grandmum.

“God, this is awful,” she says, pulling it off the hanger.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Evans,” Sirius says, taking the dress from her hands and holding it up in front of her, “you’ve removed ‘going out for a pint’ from the equation for us.” He pokes at her stomach as he turns to put the dress back up on the rack.

Lily smiles automatically at the reminder of what Sirius declared to be the ‘only good fucking news since fucking Hogwarts’ when she and James finally told him last week. She pops back behind the dressing room door, making quick work of the skirt and shirt ensemble, and pulls her own jumper and jeans back on. The jeans feel tighter today than usual, and she wonders if it’s because of the baby or if she’s just imagining things.

“Anyway,” Sirius says, from outside the dressing room, “maybe we should just try some Muggle shops. This place isn’t doing it for me anymore.”

Lily snorts as she pushes back through the doors, once again in her own clothes. “We’re going to the bloody Malfoys’,” she says, lowering her voice. “If we show up in Muggle clothes, we’ll be murdered in the entryway.”

“Excuse me,” Sirius says with a haughty sniff, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “but please don’t speak about my delightful family like that.”

The witch who offered to assist them earlier, before Sirius more or less told her to shut up and leave them alone glares at them from the desk, clearly annoyed that they’re still there and haven’t bought anything yet.

Lily turns back to watch Sirius as he pulls another dress from a nearby rack, frowning as if its existence has deeply offended him. “If the charms wear off and we end up looking like ourselves, who do you think they’re likely to kill first?” she asks.

“Still you,” he says with a regretful sigh. “It’s just such a shame you’ve committed the heinous crime of being born, Lily Potter.”

Sirius and Lily continue to scan the small shop for a dress that could work, but every time Lily finds something remotely bearable, Sirius shoots it down with a comment about the hemline being wrong for her body type or how the style is too 1977.

At Lily’s huff of frustration, Sirius shrugs. “If you just wanted someone to smile and say you look pretty, you should have brought James.”

“Yeah, because he’d love the reminder that we’re going on this mission without him.”

“I tried to get him instead of you,” Sirius reminds her. “Moody said Prongs doesn’t look as good in a dress. Something about the legs.”

“Just find me a dress, Black.”

“What shade of blond?” he asks, referring to the assortment of charms they’ve settled on for their disguises. “Platinum or more of—”

“Why does it matter?”

He affords her the same look of annoyance he’s reserved for the clothes up to this point in their outing. “It’s basic colour theory, Evans.”

She rolls her eyes, but replies, “Like a…honey colour?”

He nods and continues flicking through the hangers. “Speaking of Prongs,” he says, without looking at her—and they weren’t just speaking of him, so Lily knows whatever he’s about to say has been on his mind for a while.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got some orders.”

“Orders,” Lily echoes, lifting an eyebrow.

He still doesn’t turn to look at her. “If things go tits up, at the Malfoys’, you’re getting the fuck out of there.”

Lily frowns. “Not with—”

“No way, Evans. You’ve—” He turns around now and leans against the rack. “If you wanted to play the hero, you should have thought about that before you got yourself knocked up, alright?”

Lily's brows knit together, and a flicker of irritation sparks in her eyes. “Don’t be so—”

“Obviously, I’m buzzing about the baby! So is Prongs. He—well, Merlin, you don’t need me to tell you. You have to live with the git. But come on, Evans, you can’t be stupid anymore.”

“Stupid anymore?” she bites out. The witch at the desk glances up from her magazine again, but Lily doesn’t care. She steps closer to Sirius, dropping her voice dangerously low. “You and my husband can both fuck off with whatever that is. And I think it’s pretty rich that you and him, of all people, have devised a plan for me to be less stupid, when you two have a patent on the personality trait.”

Sirius laughs loudly, throwing her off kilter. He pats her cheek. “Never change, Evans.”

“What is wrong with you?” she demands.

“Don’t you think,” he says, watching her with a smirk, “that maybe there’s a reason you ended up with Prongs? That you ended up with all of us, really? That maybe it’s not because you even us out and curb our rebellious tendencies, but maybe—just maybe, you’re a little reckless and impulsive, and yeah, a little stupid, too?”

She sputters. “That’s not—”

“If you weren’t,” he continues, still grinning, “my telling you—a woman carrying a literal child in her uterus—to get the hell out of dodge when curses start flying at the Malfoys’ wouldn’t be so personally offensive. In fact,” he tilts his head, “it would probably just seem like common bloody sense.”

Lily opens her mouth to continue to argue with his ridiculous line of logic, but he holds up a hand to stop her as he pulls a deep purple dress from a rack. He holds it against her and smiles widely. 

“This is the one, Evans,” he says with certainty.

She examines it sceptically. “Are you sure? Isn’t it a little—”

He scoffs loudly. “Lily,” he groans with indignation. “Please buy this bloody dress. Your wedding dress was literally horrid and if you’d just asked me, you could have avoided—”

“Oh my God, okay!”

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

lily "you're abandoned like me" evans & sirius "you're a bandit like me" black