#poly!jily drabble

[moonstruckme]

First time request! I'd love a poly Jily fic based on the prompt "blood swirling down a shower drain." Maybe the reader just got back from a mission that went wrong and is kinda out of it, trying to wash everything off. James and Lily find them and refuse to let them deal with it alone, just soft, quiet comfort, lots of gentle touches, and reassuring words.🥹 Thanks!!

Thank you for requesting! This turned out so much angstier than I intended. I really don't know what happened but...I'm sorry? Or for the people who are always asking for angst I don't deliver, you're welcome I think? I don't know it just happened I wasn't on the decision-making panel

cw: blood (lots of blood), reader is a bit in shock, nonsexual nudity, death (of a minor canon character, not someone we really know and love), set in canon so there's death eaters/the order/etc., quite angsty (for me at least) but there is comfort I promise

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

James and Lily are cuddling when you come home. Well, they’re sort of just holding each other and trying to pass it off as cuddling. Any one of you going out on an assignment for the Order always makes nervous wrecks of the two left behind, but Lily and James doing their best to distract themselves, a film on the television and each trying not to look like they’re glancing out the window every minute. 

The crack of apparition outside puts an abrupt end to the facade. 

They’re both up in an instant, but Lily puts a hand to James’ chest when he goes for the door. “Wait,” she says. She leaves a spot of blood on his shirt from where she’s picked the skin by her nail down to nothing. 

James’ heart revolts, but he listens. They both listen, until they hear the two-three-two knock that means it’s you. 

Lily manages to move faster than him. She has both the muggle and magical locking mechanisms undone in an instant, opening the door to you. 

To you, absolutely drenched in red. 

It’s in your hair; it stains your clothes; it cakes your face and your neck and your hands. There’s hardly an inch of you left clean. James can’t comprehend it. Was there…was there an explosion of some sort? Did you get splattered by something? He feels sick. 

“Is that blood?” Lily’s voice is admirably steady. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

James really feels sick. 

“Are you hurt?” She reaches for you, bringing you inside. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds. 

“No, I’m—it’s old. I’m fine. Remus fixed it.” 

“Good old Moony,” James croaks. It’s meant to be a joke, but truly, he’d love to fly to Remus and Sirius’ flat right now to give his friend the hug of his life. If only there weren’t things for James to take care of here first. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” Lily asks, running a gentle hand up your arm. Blood flakes under her touch. 

“They were waiting for us.” Your voice is low, like it’s the sort of truth that becomes worse once said aloud. Your eyes look bigger and brighter in the midst of all the mess. James wants desperately to hug you, and yet—shamefully—he’s afraid of touching you; like despite what you say, he might find you less whole than you were when you left a few hours ago. “It was just supposed to be Dolohov there, but there were a lot of them. They knew we were coming.” 

“They did this to you?” 

“It…I…” Your gaze moves from Lily, to James, back to Lily again. You look exhausted, haunted, but worried beneath that. A moment later, James understands why. “It was Severus.” 

Lily reacts as though you’ve hit her. Her expression looks like a heart cracked open, but she doesn’t let go of your arm. 

“He used this spell,” you tell her, seeming sorry to do it, “that opens cuts all over the other person’s body. Remus was able to figure a counter-curse before I bled out. I don’t think Severus was aiming for me…” 

Even looking at your face, James is unsure of whether you mean that. The odds that Snape would try to hurt you seem equally as likely to him as those that he wouldn’t. You may only be trying to protect Lily. She looks so devastated, James wants to wrap you both up and never let you go again. 

Something Lily and James have always had in common is how they love. They may not always show it in the same ways, but once they’ve chosen someone, that’s it; they’ll live and die for them. They give away their whole hearts. James has just been luckier in who he’s chosen to give his to. His first love—outside of his family, of course—was Sirius. Lily’s was Snape. 

But, as much as James loves Lily, if Snape showed up on your doorstep right now James thinks he would kill him. 

“I’m sorry,” Lily says to you, her eyes shining. 

“It’s okay.” You extricate yourself gently from her grasp. “I’m going to shower.” 

“Sweetheart…” James reaches for you, but you ghost past his hands, only mumbling again, “It’s okay.” 

Nothing’s okay. Lily’s looking after you like her heart’s been cracked open. From the sound of it, you actually were cracked open for a while. There’s a fracture between the three of you that James doesn’t know how to fix. But certainly he’s going to try. 

“Come on.” He takes Lily’s hand, encouraging her down the hall with him. When she comes, he wraps an arm around her shoulders to kiss her hair. “It’s alright. Come on, lovely.” 

The shower is already running when they open the bathroom door. James shuts it behind them before starting to strip, and Lily’s questioning look only lasts a moment before she’s doing the same. He sets his glasses on the counter. 

“Hi,” he says, pulling the shower curtain open enough to pop his head in. You look surprised, which is a surprise in itself; you must really be lost in your own head not to have heard them enter. “Room for two more in here?” 

There is, of course, room—as if James would ever let you get a place without a shower big enough for three—but still he’s relieved when you nod. He steps the rest of the way in, making room for Lily to squeeze in behind him. You seem to have scrubbed your face clean and now are letting the water do the work on the rest of you. Blood swirls down the shower drain. 

James steps closer, giving you long seconds to back away, to let your face reveal hesitation or denial, before he kisses you. Slowly. Warmly. You soften like butter in the sun, arms coming around him as his do you. 

“Didn’t get to do that properly when you got home,” James murmurs after your lips part. 

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

He fights to keep his lips from twitching at the now-familiar dazed quality to your tone. It is taking every ounce of his concentration to not think too hard about the two stunning women he’s sharing a shower with right now. 

Since Lily is no longer up to being the asker of questions, James gives it a whirl. “Do you want to tell us any more about what happened tonight?” 

Your eyes go weary and somber. He sees your throat bob as if around something painful. “We, um. We lost Edgar.” 

Lily makes a wounded sound. “Bones?” 

James has already drawn you into a hug. You nod against his chest, choking out a weak, “Yeah.” 

“Was it…”

“It was Lestrange,” you answer before Lily has to finish asking. Not Snape. She breathes out. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says, joining your hug. Water runs in rivulets down the three of you, transferring from one body to the other, off James’ nose and Lily’s hair and your chin, pooling in all the places you’re pressed together. James fights an ache in his own throat. You’d all known Edgar, but only you watched him die. This is a grief he and Lily can only share in parts of. 

There’s lots more kisses and murmuring before you get to the business of washing. James runs you over with a soapy cloth while Lily shampoos your hair, the both of them making sure no inch of you goes unseen to. Remus has done a good job; there are no scars where Snape’s curse tore you open. As the blood clears away, James can’t tell where it originated from at all. 

He tells you how happy they are to have you home. You smile at his exaggerated jokes about separation anxiety and squeeze his hand when he presses a thumb into the corner of it, chuffed with himself. Lily apologizes again for Snape, and you both promise her she’s not responsible for him until it seems almost like she believes it. James is kicked out of the shower in disgrace after mistaking your body wash for conditioner. He warms towels in the dryer while Lily works the tangles out of your hair with her fingers. 

When you go to bed, you’re still as exhausted as you were when you came home. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds, and there’s a haunted look about your eyes, and you don’t seem up to saying much. But you curl up with James’ chest to your back and Lily’s leg draped across your own, and you’re loved, and that counts for something.

[mischievousmoony]

Hi darling!!! I love your event sm!!! Can I grill a burger with poly!Jily and the prompts “homemade, sour lemonade” and “how do you expect me to survive the summer with you both living in sundresses?!”

Ilysm and happy summer! No worries if you don’t wanna write it!

mk!! of course u can, ty for the request love! i was hoping id get a poly!jily request with the sundress prompt!!

jolie's summer kickoff a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 fresh off the grill ⋮ aka a short blurb contains: poly!jily x fem!reader, almost suggestive ‪‪

You appear at Lily’s side, your fingertips lightly brushing against her elbow as she stirs her freshly squeezed lemonade, ice clinking in the crystal pitcher gifted to you by James’ mum.

“Darling,” she greets you in a sweet tone. You press a kiss to her shoulder in response.

The sun is ruthless today, but underneath your big patio umbrella, it isn’t so bad. There’s a slight wind that cools your skin in the shade.

“Be my taste tester?” Lily requests, already lifting the wooden spoon from the pitcher.

You hold Lily’s wrist lightly to steady her hand as the spoon reaches your lips. A dribble of lemonade spills over anyway, running down your chin and dripping down the front of your dress.

A sight James doesn’t miss as he steps out onto the patio with lunch in hand.

“Bloody hell,” James mutters, frozen in the doorway.

“Alright, James?” Lily asks as she wipes the lemonade from your chin with her thumb as you lick your puckered lips.

“I, uh, yes it-” James clears his throat.

“It’s a bit sour, love,” you murmur, and Lily nods in acknowledgment, moving to add a tad more of the honey simple syrup she made earlier.

“It’s… hot. Out. Hot out,” James manages to say, his eyes darting hopelessly between the faces of his girls, then to the way their dresses dance in the breeze, lifting slightly to expose more skin.

“Come join us in the shade, then, babe,” Lily says, only looking up when she hears your giggle, and she too notices James’ flustered state.

You reach your hand to him, beckoning him to come over. “Jamie,” you call in a sing-song voice.

James flushes red, placing the platter with your lunch down as he rounds the table.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand before his touch wanders up your arm to your shoulder, settling on the back of your neck as he wraps his other arm around Lily’s waist.

“How do you expect me to survive the summer with you both living in sundresses!?” James says as if he’s in genuine peril, leaning his cheek against Lily’s shoulder as he gazes down at you.

Lily and your shoulders shake in unison as you giggle at James’ theatrics.

“Poor baby,” you mock with a faux pout, brushing some of his curls out of his face.

James’ hand drifts down your back, pressing you closer as he retaliates with a playful nibble at your neck.

You squeal as you try to fend him off. Lily turns in his grip, flicking his shoulder in your defense.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to change after lunch,” she tells him.

James’ head turns at once. “Change?” he asks as if he’s personally offended by the thought.

“Mhm. We’re gonna put on bikinis and lay out some towels on the grass to tan,” she tells him with a wicked little smile and a sultry tone.

James’ eyes light up, a smirk playing at his lips as he opens his mouth to say something salacious, no doubt.

Before he can, Lily already has a spoonful of lemonade at his lips.

“Try this for me, love?”

James hums as the flavor hits his taste buds. “Delicious, of course. A tad sweet though, d’you think?”

“You two are impossible,” Lily huffs, but there’s nothing but endearment in her tone.

[talesof-old]

jily would take such good care of you do with that as you will!

okay so this turned really sexual, and at first i was gonna make it less so but…. anyway

pairing(s): poly!jily x reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, piv, fingering (f!receiving), implied oral sex (f!receiving), threesomes, not edited

word count: 489

masterlist

james and lily know how to take care of you

Time stands still with Lily and James.

Affectionately known as The Potters by their friends despite not even being engaged, Lily and James were a unit no one could shake. They complimented one another in a million ways. Both intelligent, both loyal, both forces to be reckoned with.

Unbeknownst to your mutual friend group, you’d been an addition to their relationship for months now. At first, it started out as purely innocent admiration, but had quickly deteriorated into soul consuming yearning. It didn’t take long for any of you to crack.

They had you sprawled out between them, your body prone in Lily’s lap, James naked between your thighs. Your walls fluttered around his cock. You marveled at his smooth skin, fingers trailing over the flexed muscles of his abdomen. He hissed as they dipped low, tracing the antler tattoos on his v-line. You grinned, only faltering as Lily’s hands reached around your body to cup your breasts. Her fingers pinched at the sensitive skin of your nipples.

You arched into her touch, soft gasps leaving your lips.

“That’s it, sweets, you’ve done so well.” You keened at his words, tensing as he slid out of you. Lily buried her head into the crook of your neck, scattering love bites along your collarbone and shoulders.

James dipped his index and middle finger into your still sensitive cunt, scooping up your mixed cum and offering it to Lily. She took it gladly, tongue swirling around hid fingers. You stared, mouth going dry as James’ eyes darkened and Lily sucked hard on his skin. He moaned at the sight; you weren’t sure you could blame him.

“Careful, love.” Her answering cheeky grin was enough to have James surging forward. He pressed his lips to hers, mindful to not squish you between them. Lily took him on gladly, using his distraction to slip her fingers down to your clit. You gasped.

James chuckled against her mouth. “You always have to one up me, don’t you?” She giggled. “Of course.”

You came quickly, body trembling as James moved to mouth at your breasts and Lily kept up her ministrations on your bundle of nerves. James nipped at your sensitive skin, savoring each and every one of your cries. “So perfect for us, sweets. Just look at you.” You mewled as Lily dipped her fingers into your cunt.

Her other hand came to grip James’ hair, guiding his mouth down your body towards your cunt. “Do me a favor and put your mouth to good use, yeah?” He lifted a brow and smirked. You reached out, gripping the hard flesh of his arms as he shifted down the bed.

“My mouth not good enough for you, Evans?”

She shrugged, jutting her chin towards your pubic region. Had it been anyone else, your body would’ve heated with embarrassment. Instead, you whined, practically writhing in her arms. James laughed.

“Think you’ve got another in you, sweets?”

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[thebrainpoprobot]

Jegulily ficlet -170 words

"I'm thinking of a number between one and five," Lily says, eyes flicking between the two of them.

Regulus pauses. Looks at her. And with a slow smirk, his tongue pressed in his cheek, he asks, "Three?" raising an eyebrow.

Less than a second later, James��Oh, James—asks the same, but in a much more curious tone.

Lily grins, and Regulus is sure that smile could stop a thousand hearts.

"Exactly," she breathes. Regulus feels the moment that James gets it, his breath hitching. But of course he has to say it.

"Oh."

"Oh?" Lily questions.

James swallows thickly, his eyes darkening. Regulus imagines what that would look like in another context.

"Yeah," he says, "Oh."

Regulus looks at James, then at Lily, her green eyes sparkling with an amount of mischief he only thought possible in the former, and decides suddenly that three is his favorite number.

A magic number, really. Only for the fact that what happens next is truly the most magical moment in all his life.

[dearggntlereader]

WHICH ONE SHOULD I WRITE???

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

HP mini-masterlist:

mother m-list | request guidelines

| x reader | ⤸

Neville Longbottom ⤸

Smitten!Neville Longbottom x fem!Lupin!reader

Baby Drabble — love confession

Sweet Realities

Luna Lovegood ⤸

(awaiting requests)

Pansy Parkinson ⤸

Summary: Pansy Parkinson tormented you for years before the battle of Hogwarts and you expected that wouldn’t change when you applied for the recently added eighth year. Imagine your surprise when not only is she — and her fellow Slytherins — civil but also interested in being… friends? Format: One-shot (in progress)

Harry Potter ⤸

Sugar Daddy!Harry*

Poly!Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter ⤸

Temptation Is An Unbeaten Deliverance*

Bill Weasley ⤸

Keep My Heart, I’d Prefer His Head

| character x character | ⤸

Poly!Marauders x Severus Snape ⤸

Depraved Two (work in progress teasers)

| singular headcanon’s & crossovers | ⤸

Fool for Love x Jily

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

sending your own question right back at you babes!! do you have any writing plans for 2025? anything you want to specifically write or work on? i'm excited to see<333

... I did not anticipate getting this returned and I barely have a response 😂

Obviously, I need to finish finish editing Beyond The Screen and reposting/posting Meant To Be - the hogwarts era of meant to be is actually fully edited but I need to repost 40-50 of the drabbles and then I've got to title/tag/summarise the final 30. Also need to edit and post the post-hogwarts era of that. That is my primary plan for this month year, but that's nothing new.

As for new fics, I guess it's complicated. I have some requests I really want to write and just haven't been in the right headspace for, but I have like three different lists. This is my list for multi-parters:

I've mentioned this once before, but I'm dying to do a series of smutty fics just exploring kink and disability. Some are written but not edited, but I'd like a solid collection written and edited before I start posting them and they're going to be my reward for finishing Beyond The Screen because that is a struggle at the minute.

I'd like to do a poly!wolfstar x reader fic where jily are trying to play matchmakers because sirius isn't getting very far, but remus and reader are completely missing the point (or remus is until sirius snogs him). I don't have much of a plot here though.

poly!marauders/lily/reader where reader starts by dating Lily and then somehow, reader and lily just start collecting boyfriends together. Again, I don't really have a plot here.

My second list is just a list of medical stuff I'd like to cover (ie PMDD with Remus), and the third is dialogue from films and TV shows that got stuck in my head and I'm dying to use them in a fic. For example:

[slytherbun]

Threesome (female reader) with James Potter and Lilly Evans

marlene had insisted earlier that she was going to have a sleepover in one of the other gryffindor's girls room and that you and lily could sneak in james if the both of you wanted to.

so now it was eleven at night and james had his cock deep inside lily while you were rubbing her hard pebbled nipples. "these little nipples are so cute." you murmured, teasing her with another finger before leaning down to put one in your mouth.

when your lips met her sensitive tit, she gasped and squeezed your boyfriend's cock at the same time. "fuck, do that again baby. our girl just gripped my cock." he rasped while pulling out to push back inside her wet hole again.

"jamesie more please." she begged, feeling you suckle on her pink nipple. her fingers went through your hair softly, comforting you in a sweet gesture. you looked up to gaze into her eyes and fluttered your lashes innocently. "good girl." she praised with a smile.

james shook his head and smirked before pulling out of her warm cunt, tapping on her sensitive clit a few times with the head of his cock. her body jolted up on the bed due to the sensitivity.

"you have to help me make our baby cum before you can lily." she whimpered but got up anyway. "can she at least eat my pussy while i help?" lily pouted with her bottom lip while looking at james and you smirked already knowing that he'd give in.

nodding, he gestured for you to lay down. doing as suggested, he spread your legs on the bed after you were comfortable in your spot.

nudging his cock between your pussy lips, your boyfriend pushed in slowly while lily sat on your face with a content sigh when your tongue met her clit.

but then she leaned forward on her elbows and before lily started to rub your clit, you grasped onto her thighs and pulled her closer.

james groaned at the sight, watching his two loves try to please each other and pushed inside of your pussy, mixing lily's wetness with yours from his hard cock.

[midnight-serpentine-blog]

FAQ

In General

Do you take requests? My guy, without requests, this blog will go dry very quickly. We are high maintenance and require a lot of attention.

Will you write all requests that you receive? We reserve the right not to write a request if we don’t vibe with it. We will explain why we won’t, and whining won’t change our minds. Otherwise we will do our absolute best to see that all requests get written.

What if I don’t like something in your fics? If you see something wrong in our fics, feel free to let us know politely. If you are rude, we will make a note of what annoyed you and we will feature it prominently in our following fics until you (or someone nicer than you) asks nicely for us to change it. If it is a trigger we won’t do that, obviously, but we will do our best to tag so that doesn’t happen. Don’t read things if they have a trigger warning for something that triggers you. I shouldn’t have to say it, yet here we are. If you dislike the characterization, we can open up a dialogue and maybe we’ll write you one with a characterization that you prefer. Or maybe we’ll tell you to shove it. Depends on how things go. If you dislike the things we write about (e.g. Death Eaters from Harry Potter), then don’t f***ing read that fic. Blacklist it, whatever. We know why and how they are problematic, we just dgaf. It’s for fun.

Why don’t you have a masterlist/other Tumblr things? We are new to this whole writing thing, Midnight to Tumblr in general, and Serpentine has never written her own post before, so be patient. We are learning this whole thing as we go, and it was meant as more of an experiment than a job anyway. We will do our best to make a masterlist and make the blog easy to search, but it has a learning curve, so don’t be surprised if we don’t manage right away (or ever)

Do you have a tag list? We could try?

How often do you update? Depends on how much love and attention we get. If we get a lot of requests, we’ll be doing a lot of writing, Real Life™ allowing.

Can I reblog? If you make sure our names are still on it, you do what you like, my guy.

Can I tag you in things? Can I give you an internet hug? Ofc. Remember what I said about attention?

Can I message you? If it is for requests, we’d prefer you keep it in the asks, but if you wanna say something, then sure. Keep it PG for Serpentine’s virgin eyes tho. (Serpentine can deal with it, don’t be a wuss - Midnight) (You’re a wanker - Serpentine)

What don’t you write? Incest, non-con, A/B/O (bc Midnight will die), m-preg, underage anything ever, etc. Just keep it level guys. Don’t make it weird.

What happens with any original fiction that you post? I won’t post much of it, and it won’t be anything that I ever have intentions on making into A Thing™ so it’s basically just like our fanfics, go ahead and reblog if you feel just keep our names attached. Also, try not to write anything based off of it or anything like that, but if it sparks something, you do you. We’re reasonably chill until you’re a dick. (Then we’re chillier than a frost giant’s cold shoulder - Midnight)

What happens if I want to be a prick about your writing while on anon? Come at me, bro.

What types of requests do you take? We’re going to try to have a prompts list, or borrow some from fellow writing accounts that are okay with others using their lists, but prompts that you come up with are definitely great! Imagines, multi-chap fics, one-shots, drabbles, headcanons, it’s all fair game.

Serpentine

Name/Nickname: Serpentine, Holly, Andy

Age: 18

Pronouns: she/her/My Lady

How would you describe yourself: I would not

Are requests open: Yes

What do you like writing most: Fluff. I love it when everyone is peaceful.

What do you like writing least: Character bashing. Sometimes I have to for the sake of the plot, but it hurts.

Who do you write for: Marvel - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Loki, Thor, Dr. Strange, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff (he didn’t die hmmm nope), Frank Castle (Jon Bernthal only), Brock Rumlow (don’t say anything Midnight, I know he’s a dick, leave me alone), Anatoly Ranskahov, Vladimir Ranskahov. Harry Potter - Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle, Rodolphus Lestrange (although I characterize him as fatherly more than anything), Rabastan Lestrange (although don’t expect mental stability), Fenrir Greyback, Corban Yaxley, Evan Rosier, Lucius Malfoy (if we go AU), Lucissa (Narcissa Black nee Malfoy + Lucius Malfoy), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Jily (James + Lily), Sily (which is my take on Sirius + Lily, though mostly they are platonic sometimes I think hmm). I have a lot of my own personal headcanons for nearly all of these characters because I have spent many years of my life ‘living’ in the Wizarding World when I should have been doing my homework, so if something doesn’t vibe for you, I apologise, but I am very specific about my Harry Potter. 

POV & Other Characters: These can be OC or reader, platonic and romantic or unpaired accepted. For Harry Potter, I can also write them as Hermione Granger (like most HP fics are tbh). As for other characters, it’s all negotiable, but with Harry Potter fandom Slytherin characters are much more likely to get the OK bc I’m House biased (Go Snakes). The ones marked as couples are only written as couples, so don’t try to make me pair dear James Potter with anyone other than his Lily.

How long does it take to write a request: If I’m inspired, maybe an hour or two. Now when I post it...

Open to ask memes: Absolutely the hell yes. I love talking about myself.

Special Rules: I do not write smut (yet, bc I am innocent in the ways of the flesh), but I will yeet those to Midnight and I’ll do my best to take any other requests and if y’all wanna drop nasty imagines into the ask box or something, we’re all ears (eyes?). I will write poly ships, though again I reserve the right to decide how (e.g. M/M or nah) and there will be no sin.

Midnight

1. Name/Nickname: Midnight, Kai, (Barnes)

2. Age: 19

3. Pronouns: she/her/Soldat

4. How would you describe yourself: I... am basically a less intimidating Winter Soldier (memory problems, depression, anxiety) and an MCU genderbent Loki because I can be a sneaky little shit

5. Are requests open: YEET

6. What do you like writing most: Fluff. Any time I get to make scary assassins do domestic things... I am there for that

7. What do you like writing least: Death. Why y’all gotta do me dirty like that? There’s more than enough in the MCU alone guys. Can’t we just pretend we live in the Everybody Lives AU?

8. Who do you write for: Marvel - Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Doctor Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes, Peter Quill, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, T’Challa, Peter Parker (aged up), Pietro Maximoff, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Gamora DC - Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, Dick Grayson, Steve Trevor, Tim Drake, Wally West, Barry Allen, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Damian Wayne (aged up), Kaldur’ahm, Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen (aged up), Roy Harper (if you want YJ’s Red Arrow, please specify, otherwise my default is Arsenal), Hal Jordan Assassin’s Creed - Altair, Ezio

9. POV & other characters: I prefer reader inserts, however, if you would like an OC I would recommend naming the OC with a nickname so it makes it nicer for other readers to enjoy it. I will do specific ships if I ship them or I know enough about the ship. (eg WonderTrevor, SuperWonder, Stony, Stucky, IronStrange etc) I am also pretty okay with writing smut, but I may not be able to for specific characters/ships due to lack of experience in writing the sin, lol. (and yes, I will take your smut requests for Serpentine’s characters, and work with her to achieve the correct characterization, so long as time permits us to work on it in a timely fashion)

10. How long does it take to write a request: Depends on how busy I am, the alignment of the stars, the weather… jk, in truth, I can be very busy and also have to manage my own health so it can be from a half hour (if I’m really inspired) to up to a week or two. (I will try my best to turn out work in a decent time though, and if I have to ask Serpentine for help I will)

11. Special Rules: Already covered, I guess? Just bear with me on getting things out on time.

Please note; most of this was written by Serpentine at 3 am, I (Midnight), only wrote my own FAQs, also at 3 am. If none of this makes sense, that would be why. Serpentine rarely makes sense without supervision, so feel free to ask for clarification if the wording is awkward.

[moonstruckme]

blanket fort + jily + “i’ve got you now, nothing’s going to happen to you while i’m here.” would be so incredible. congrats on 10k again mae you deserve it!!!

Thank you my love!

cw: angsty canon backdrop (everyone's in the order, no one dies though), reader has trauma-related nightmare

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 634 words

“Shh, shh, it’s just me.” 

You go still at the sound of Lily’s voice. Your body is rigid, a squeeze of panic around your eyes. You tighten your grip on her hands once, as though to be sure she’s solid. 

“It’s just me,” Lily says again. She folds her other arm behind you, drawing you against her, and you both breathe out at the same time. “You’re safe, love. You’re home.” 

On your other side, James makes a mumbley sound. He isn’t as quick to rouse as Lily is, but he catches on fast. “Oh. Bad dream?” 

You nod into Lily’s chest. She can feel you trembling, adrenaline working its way out of your system. “Yeah,” you say. Your voice sounds wrecked, dry and scraping. “Sorry.” 

“Hey, what’re you sorry for, lovie?” James rubs your back. His warm hand bumps over Lily’s. “S’not your fault.” 

“Would you like some water?” Lily asks. She waits for you to nod before extricating herself from your arms. James takes over the job happily, pulling you against his front. 

There are lots of secrets in the Order. Lily knows it’s to protect you all, but there are times when she truly hates it. It requires each of you to keep things from the people you trust most, plants doubt that you can trust anyone at all, makes you quiet and furtive and isolated. The mission you came home from yesterday was one of the ones you’re not allowed to talk about. Dumbledore’s orders. All Lily and James know is that it kept you away for three days, two nights, and when you returned you were shaken and had bruises you couldn’t reveal the cause of. And now you’ve woken, in the early hours of your first morning home, strangled by a fear they know nothing about. 

When she comes back with water for you—a glass, not a cup, because this isn’t Lily’s first time seeing someone she loves traumatized by something unspeakable and she knows enough to be cautious for a while—James has you wrapped up tightly. He’s pulled the duvet back over you both, likely in an attempt to get you to stop shivering, and looks to be rubbing slow circles into your back beneath it. He has his lips to your forehead, murmuring promises that Lily would never make, that she’s worried he won’t be able to keep. 

“You’re safe,” James tells you. Your eyes are closed like you’re trying hard to believe it. “We’ve got you, yeah? Nothing’s going to happen to you while we’re here, sweetheart, I swear it.” 

As Lily moves closer, she realizes that you’re crying. Slow, silent tears, the only evidence their faint shine on your cheeks. And oh, Lily would ravage the world to ensure that never happens again. She’d ruin it all—the death eaters, the Order, all of it. 

Perhaps James senses this. He turns to look at her, a brief, silent communication passing between them, and Lily softens. For the moment, she has all she needs; you’re both home and safe. 

“Here,” she says quietly, holding your water out to you. 

You tip your lips up in wordless thanks as you take it. James helps you sit up to drink. 

“I don’t know if you recall, but that,” he says, pointing to Lily with his chin, “is the brightest witch of our age. And I’m—well, I’m less impressive than that, but no one broke into Filch’s office before me, eh?” 

His levity is enough to coax a smile out of you. James’ dimple appears for the victory, and he wipes a tear from your cheek, kissing over the spot. 

“So, basically, you’ve got the world’s cleverest witch and Hogwarts’ most ingenious wizard sharing your bed. No one,” he emphasizes, nosing at your cheek affectionately, “is safer than you.”

[moonstruckme]

also new idea,

jilly x reader-

reader stayed up all night reading as is clingy and sleepy the next day. but tries to act like they weren’t awake all night and play it off!

Thanks for the request lovely!

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 983 words

Your kitchen smells like warmth and Sundays. James’ trapezius is the perfect pillow for your cheek, shifting every now and again as he pushes bacon around in a pan with your arms slung around his waist. He’s telling you about some thing which happened to Sirius a dozen years ago and is undoubtedly hilarious, but his words hum together with the sizzling of your breakfast into a comforting din. 

You hardly register the sound of your front door opening until Lily is slipping past you to set a pint of orange juice in the fridge. 

“They were nearly out,” she says. 

“Ooh.” James is far too lively for half nine in the morning. “Did you nab the last one?” 

“I did.” 

“There’s our girl.” He transfers his spatula to the opposite hand to reach for a high-five. Lily rolls her eyes but taps his palm gently. James keeps beaming nonetheless. 

Your girlfriend unclips her hair from where it’s wound up behind her head, shaking it out at the roots. You and James stare. 

“I love it when she does that,” he murmurs. 

You hum, transfixed. 

Lily’s eyes roll again—at this rate, she’ll have worn them out before lunchtime—but her cheeks color faintly. “Stop it,” she says. 

“Likely,” James scoffs. “Kiss?”

You spot the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the half-second wherein she considers holding out just to make a point, but ultimately Lily leans forward, kissing him chastely on the lips. She moves to you next. 

“You’re quiet,” she observes softly as your lips part, her thumb stroking down your cheek. You lean into the touch. 

“It’s early,” you say. 

You’re considered by soft, discerning eyes. “Are you feeling alright?”

You do your best to curve your lips into a reassuring smile. “Mhm. Just lazy.” 

“I thought you were falling asleep on me a minute ago,” says James. He gives your hands, intertwined across his abdomen, a loving squeeze. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch, angel? This’ll be ready in just a minute.” 

You sigh as you let him go. “So eager to be rid of me.” 

“I just know she wants to watch her show,” he teases. Lily presses a kiss into his cheek before leading you over in front of the telly. 

Your girlfriend is a current events junkie. Most mornings you come into the sitting room to find her already watching the news, tsking quietly to herself while she munches on a piece of toast. She’ll stay right there until she has to go to work, and on the way she’ll listen to a podcast to catch any highlights she might have missed on the local channel. Sundays, it’s back-to-back-to-back news programs for most of the morning. Lily loves it, and you and James—well, you just love indulging Lily in anything she likes, really. 

“Sure you’re alright?” she asks as you cuddle up against her side, pulling a throw from over the top of the couch. 

Really, sometimes you think your girlfriend is too clever for her own good. Or yours, apparently. 

You twine your fingers with hers, saying, “Mhm,” just as the morning’s breaking story comes on, and then she’s distracted. 

James comes in with breakfast a short while later. He lifts your legs to settle in underneath them, and you hum gratefully as you bite into your bacon. With Lily’s hand clasped with yours and his forearm laying across your calves, you’re the picture of contentment. James makes idle comments about which actors the newscasters look like, and Lily corrects him when he gets all the Chrises mixed up. 

“Surprised you haven’t gone and got that book you’re obsessed with yet,” James teases you as two government types debate a financial issue you don’t think you could grasp on your best day. You’re hardly conscious as you stare at the screen. “You really must be tired.” 

“I’m done with that one,” you mumble. 

“What?” He sounds surprised. “I thought you really liked it.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I did.” You realize what you’ve just admitted. “I meant that I finished it.” 

James’ eyebrows make an appearance over the rims of his glasses. “I forget how quick you are sometimes. Weren’t you only, like, midway through after dinner last night?” 

“Yeah…” 

You can practically feel Lily’s attention shifting to you. “Sweetheart,” she says in a tone both dreading and knowing, “how late did you stay up reading last night?” 

“It was,” you hedge, “a really good book.” 

“Mhm,” she hums, prompting. “And when did you go to sleep?”

Your voice quiets. “I didn’t.” 

Lily seems vindicated, but James’ mouth pops open in utter astonishment. 

“The whole night?” he asks. “You read until morning?” 

“I finished it just a little while before you woke up,” you admit. 

“I thought your eyes looked red.” Lily wraps an arm around your shoulders, laying a heavy kiss on your head. You all but melt into her side. “You should have said, love. It’s the weekend; there’s no reason we can’t have a nap.” 

James rubs underneath his glasses. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” 

“Me?” Lily asks defensively. 

“Oh,” your boyfriend levels her with a look, “don’t think I’ve forgotten that I had to come pick you up from work at nearly two in the morning last month after you wouldn’t come home.” 

“That was completely different!” 

“Never in my life have I had the desire to stay up for an entire night. And to read! Lovie, if you’d been out at least I could understand…” 

“No you wouldn’t,” you say. “You’d still want to come get me.”

“True,” James concedes. “Maybe it is better that I’ve chosen such nerds.” 

“It feels like he’s trying to insult us,” you murmur to Lily. 

She shrugs. “I take it as a compliment.” 

James grins, leaning over to kiss her and then you in turn. “I know you do, lovely.”

[moonstruckme]

hii i was wondering if you could write something for poly! jily? i have reynaud syndrome which means times in the past my fingers have started going black when im really cold but i will always refuse to wear gloves (they make my hands itch), maybe a little bit of angst of them arguing over reader needing to take care of herself better and her not really understanding what the big deal is as she’s had it all her life,

love your work so much <33

Thank you for requesting gorgeous!

cw: reynaud's syndrome/hints at gangrene

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“—cause it’s dangerous, lovely.” Lily hears the upset in James’ voice as soon as the door opens. “It’s scary.” 

Yours is low and soothing to balance it. “I can barely even feel them.” 

“That’s the scary part!” 

Lily sets aside her novel, turning around on the couch to see you both. James has two grocery bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He holds it close to his chest protectively. 

“What’s the matter?” she asks. 

Your eyes go to hers with a familiar our boyfriend is a nutter look. “Nothing,” you say. 

“Stop that.” James is shocking in his sternness. “Can you move them?” 

“I can move them fine, Jamie. It’s okay.” 

“Let me see.” Lily’s known you long enough to put together what this must be about. She sits up on her knees, reaching over the back of the couch for your hand. Frowning, James releases it into her care. “Oh, sweetheart…” She cradles your discolored fingers. Irrationally, she’s afraid they might break if she’s not careful. “Let’s run some water over them, okay?” 

You both let her lead you into the kitchen. James looks terribly uneasy, a concern in his soft brown eyes that Lily sympathizes with. She turns the tap on, letting it get warm before drawing your hand underneath. 

Your expression twinges, but you don’t complain. “I’m really fine,” you mumble, uncomfortable with all the worry being directed at you. 

“Just wiggle them around for a while,” Lily murmurs in reply. James is watching the water run. He still hasn’t set down his bags. “Jamie, the groceries?” 

“Right.” James’ voice is clipped. He lifts the bags onto the counter. Takes a couple of steps backwards, starting to unwrap his scarf. “I’m just, I’m going to…” 

You turn to watch him disappear into your bedroom. For all the insouciance you’ve projected, now your expression is worried too. 

“I don’t think he’s ever been so angry with me,” you say. 

Lily steps closer to you, putting her hands under the stream of water with yours. She begins gently massaging your cold fingers. It is rare for James to be so upset. It makes it scary when it happens, not because of his response but because you know you must have done something very grievous to provoke it. 

“He loves you a lot,” she says after a moment. Pressing her shoulder to yours. “I love you a lot, too.” 

“I love you,” you murmur, shy. 

“I think it scares both of us when you let yourself be hurt. I know it doesn’t feel like a big deal to you, but it does to us.” 

You bite down on your lip as she coaxes blood back into your fingers. Lily’s heart twinges, but she knows it’s a good thing. It hurts as you’re getting better. 

“This has always happened,” you say, wiggling your fingers as if to demonstrate. “I can’t avoid it, it’s been like this my whole life.” 

“You could wear gloves,” Lily points out. 

Your mouth twists. “They itch.” 

Lily fights the urge to roll her eyes. You’ve had this argument a dozen times before; it’s a pointless battle. 

“We’d just worry less if you did.” She kisses your cheek. “How do they feel?” 

“Okay.” You’re grimacing, the circulation returning. “Almost back to normal.” 

She releases your hands, drying hers on a tea towel. “Keep them there for a few more minutes, please? Just to be safe. I’ll check on James.” 

Lily unloads a few groceries before she goes, ensuring everything that needs to be refrigerated goes in. Your fingers are nearly back to their normal color by the time she steps out. 

James is sitting on the edge of your bed. He hasn’t removed his scarf or his coat. His shoulders are slumped. When James is upset like this, he droops. Like a plant that’s full of too much water, like his body is suddenly too heavy to hold up on his own. He leans, he slouches, he finds something else to bear the weight. 

Lily smiles commiseratively. “Hi.” 

He looks up, eyes big and tired. Droops further when she steps between his legs, hugging him. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“Are you in a fight?” 

“No. I don’t think so.” James’ arms come around her middle, squeezing. “I sort of thought you’d be in a fight once we got home, honestly.” 

Lily laughs. “Guess I’m not in the mood.” 

“Caught you at a bad time?” 

“Something like that.” She uses her nails to scratch lightly between his shoulder blades. “She’s alright.” 

A deep sigh. “She carried one of our bags most the way home. I didn’t even think about how she couldn’t put her hand in her pocket with it. And of course she didn’t have gloves.” 

“It’s not your job to think of it, love.” 

“I know it sounds loony, but I really thought her fingers were going to fall off.” 

Lily rests her chin on his shoulder. “I had a similar thought,” she admits. 

“She’s alright now, though?” James’ voice is fretful. 

“Yeah. She’s alright.” 

When they return to the kitchen, you’re still holding your hand under the tap. 

Lily smiles. “I think you’re alright,” she says. “Thank you.” 

You turn it off, watching James nervously as you flick water off your fingertips into the sink. He goes over to you, and your expression melts with relief as he wraps his arms around you. You go up on your toes to hug him back, damp fingers pushing into the curls at his nape. 

“I need you to take better care of yourself,” he says, voice soft but not thin. 

“Okay,” you agree readily. “I’m sorry I scared you.” 

James hugs you tighter. Your face turns in towards his neck. “I’m sorry for being so harsh.” 

You and Lily both laugh. She boosts herself up onto the counter, crossing her legs and watching the two of you with a fond ache in her chest. 

“Jamie, your harsh is everyone else’s mild.” 

“I was harsh,” James argues. “I didn’t say I love you all the way home. I do, by the way.” He pulls back to look at you, urgent. “I love you so much.” 

You roll your eyes, but a good deal of the acerbity is lost when you smile. “I know.”

[moonstruckme]

Hey mae I saw you ask for more poly jily requests and I am so here for it - would you maybe write a fic where maybe the reader is really ill but like the doctors are telling her she just needs to sleep it off but she’s like throwing up a lot she’s got a fever and everything and like her partners keep telling the doctors that she needs to go to hospital but there just like it’s a bug it’ll go. I feel like that did not make sense at all but hey ho! Obvs don’t do it if you don’t want to but I just love your writing!

Yesssss poly jily!! Thanks angel <3

cw: high fever leads to some confusion/haziness

poly!jily x fem!reader ♡ 940 words

“I’m okay,” you mumble as Lily paces by, frowning at something the doctor is saying over the phone. She ignores you. You turn to James, who’s lying next to you on the bed with his head propped on his hand and a soft concern in his eyes. “Tell her I’m okay.” 

James smiles. It’s faint, a poor imitation of the real thing. “You want her to be angry with me, too?” 

You shift closer to him. Put your face in his chest. “She won’t be.” 

“She will if I lie to her, sweetheart,” he says. He kisses your head as his arm curls around your shoulders. 

You’re too exhausted to argue with him. It would be a lie, maybe. Probably. It’s all subjective anyway. Who’s to say if you’re all right? You’d think a doctor would know, but according to your girlfriend the one she’s got on the phone is less a trusted professional than a witless bellend whose hearing seems to have been affected due to the size of his ridiculously overinflated sense of self-importance. 

James’ chest is a remarkably nice place to be. You remember this from time to time, and on these occasions you wonder why you don’t hide here more often. You’re well on your way to dozing off when you feel the topmost of the blankets covering you begin inching downwards. 

“Hey,” you complain. 

“Shh.” James kisses your head again. “You’re alright.” 

“Give it back.” 

“Angel, you’re burning up,” he says, apology softening his tone. “You’re too warm.” 

You love James, you don’t think he’d lie to you, but this claim lands you somewhere between perplexed and indignant. You feel so cold. 

You convey this with a discontented whining noise. James rubs your back. 

“I know, you’re alright. We just need to get your fever down, yeah? You’ll feel better soon.” 

You don’t have the energy to do anything but trust him. You do feel awful—too cold most places, too warm where your thighs touch or where your elbow presses into your ribcage, nauseous and achy and rather out of it—but everywhere your body is touching James’ isn’t so bad. His hand between your shoulders; your forehead to his chest; your knees touching underneath the covers. Your consciousness drifts through a not-unpleasant haze. 

You have no clue how long has passed when Lily sits down on your other side. She’s off the phone. Her hand finds your shoulder, forefinger running back and forth over the comforter. 

You can hear the hum of James’ voice in his chest. “What’d he say?” 

“The same.” Lily’s tone is scoffing. “He won’t listen to anything I’m telling him, only wants to keep repeating himself. He doesn’t understand that it’s gotten worse.” 

“So…are we going to listen?” 

“No.” 

James makes a quiet sound of assent, rubbing once between your shoulder blades. “We’re going, then?” 

“After dinner, I think. I’d like to see if she can eat anything first.” It’s at this point that you turn your head, and Lily seems to realize you aren’t sleeping. She smiles the same as James had, faint though no less fond for it. “Hi, lovely,” she says warmly. “Do you think you could have some toast?” 

The mere though churns your stomach. “No, thanks,” you say. “Where are we going?” 

“To A&E.” She cups your cheek, her hand cool against your skin. She looks troubled. “How about some crackers?” 

“Can’t we stay here?” you ask. 

Lily makes a face. It tugs down on the corners of her lips and softens her eyes, her delicate brows hooking upwards. It’s the sort of look that causes a vague commotion in your chest. She looks seraphic in the evening light, warm and golden. Her hair shines brilliantly where it falls over her shoulder; freckles cluster there and smatter down her arms, like the sun sprinkled down on your girlfriend and left its mark. She’s so beautiful. They both are. 

“...spend the night in a waiting room,” James is saying when you’re able to focus again. Not quietly, but his voice is softened in that way it gets when he’s feeling particularly gentle. “What if we went in the morning?” 

Lily’s hold on your cheek shifts, her knuckles touching to your heated skin. “Does that sound better to you, lovely girl?” 

“Staying here tonight?” you ask to be sure. And when she nods, humor playing on the ends of her mouth, “I like that.” 

“I thought you might.” James hugs your waist. His nose bumps the side of your head. “I always have the best plans, don’t I?” 

“Don’t start making her say things she doesn’t mean,” Lily chides him, smiling now. “She’s poorly.” 

James only goes on complacently, “I do always have the best plans.”

“You’re taking advantage of her.” 

“She’d agree with me if you let her.” 

“She wouldn’t know what she was agreeing to.” 

Between James’ warm arms around your middle and Lily’s finger rubbing your cheek, your mind is beginning to feel slow and heavy. The mattress welcomes you into its embrace. 

“You’d like my plan better, too, if you heard it. It’s a brilliant plan.” 

“Oh, would I?” 

“Mhm.” 

Lily’s voice is smiling. “Let’s hear it, then.” 

“Well, it involves eating something light for supper.” His gentle rub of your hip only serves to drive you further into the warm fuzziness of a forming dream. “Think you can manage that?” 

A somnolent hum comes from your throat. 

“Yeah? Maybe some rice or plain noodles?” 

Another sound of the like rises out of you, your lashes drawing together like magnets. “Sure,” you mumble. “Rice.” Lips press to your forehead as you drift away.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely! could i please request poly jily and lipstick and a split lip! love you and your writing ❤️❤️

Thanks angel!

cw: brief mention of blood

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 837 words

You’re all three bundled in your coats as you walk home, the nights still cold despite the warming days and the fair bit of alcohol in each of you. James is teasing Lily for her decision to wear a skirt in between offerings of his coat. 

“Mine works just as well as yours,” she insists, shivering. 

“No, but mine’s longer is the point. You’ve got those poor lovely legs completely exposed to the elements.” 

Lily gives him a wry (loving) look. Her legs are somewhat shorter than James’, but somehow she manages to walk so doggedly you’re both hurrying to keep up. “You really want me to stop so we can switch coats. That’s what you think I should do.” 

“I’d never tell you what to do,” James says automatically. You grin; your boyfriend is a smart man. “I’m only saying that while you look beautiful, you also look cold, and perhaps my longer coat could help with that.” 

“We’re almost home,” you point out. Your partners have managed to bicker entertainingly most of the way back from Marlene’s party. You’re within a couple blocks of your flat now. 

It’s a relief. The evening has been fun, but you don’t know a one of James’ friends that doesn’t make big to-do out of their birthday; between the getting dressed up, the dinner, and then the party itself at Marlene’s place, you’re very eager to get back to your own home, where your face wash and lip balm and your very warm comforter live. 

James takes you in. Your quick strides, head lowered against the wind, both arms crossed over your (unfortunately rather thin) coat. You and Lily have been luckless companions in your underestimation of the weather. 

“You look cold,” observes James. 

“I bet you say that to all your girlfriends.” 

He laughs. “Here, angel, take my coat.” 

“I don’t want your coat.” You swerve out of his reach, though he’s already taking it off. “Really, James, we’re nearly there.” 

“Yours is awful!”

“Why do you want to be rid of your coat so badly?” Lily asks, fishing out the key to your flat as you near the steps. 

“I’m trying to be chivalrous! Why will nobody have my coat?” 

“Chauvinist,” you quip. 

“All I’m offering is a decent coat, and of course I get cruelty in return.” 

“You think your coat must be so much better than either of ours, hm?” 

“It is! Yours is too short and yours is too thin.” Lily smiles as she unlocks the door, clearly enjoying watching you rile James. He throws up his hands. “I won’t be gaslit.” 

“You really think it’s your coat, or is it just that your oh-so-superior man body is keeping you warm?” 

James pushes you through the door to your flat as soon as it’s open, playfully rough. It’s unusual enough to startle a giggle out of you as you back away from him. “I’ll show you what my man body is good for,” he promises. 

You nearly trip over your own feet, laughing while James backs you down the hall until your thighs hit the edge of your bed. You hear Lily bolt the door. Her footsteps follow at an easier pace, but James is already ravaging you. 

“It’s not—chivalrous—” you manage between kisses, “if you’re only offering to—to—” 

“No, go on, finish.” James links his fingers through yours, kissing repeatedly at your top lip as you fight to contain your smile. “I wanna hear your thoughts on how sexist I am for—oh. Ouch.” 

For a moment you think you’ve hurt him somehow. You let your head fall back against the mattress, looking him over worriedly. It doesn’t occur to you that the ouch was in sympathy. 

“Sorry, lovie.” James sets his thumb to your lower lip. You recall why you’d been so desperate for chapstick a few minutes ago.  

“What did you do?” asks Lily, half weary and half fond. She’s well accustomed to the outcomes of you and James’ play fights. When she leans around him to see, her pretty features pull into a frown. “Oh,” she coos. 

It’s altogether too much concern for a split lip. “It’s fine.” You touch the origin of the sting, finding only a bit of blood on your fingertip. “Don’t be sorry.”

“This is what happens when I make you smile too hard,” James says mournfully. 

It makes you smile again. Both your partners tut at you for it. 

“Let’s keep the damage to a minimum,” Lily chides him, though she’s smiling too. She cups your cheek as you sit up, inspecting your lip. “It’s sort of hard to tell with your lipstick,” she says. “You look so lovely, sweetheart, but maybe it’s time to switch it out for some lip balm?” 

“Yeah,” you agree. Lily follows you into the bathroom. 

“Oh, is it time for the face washes?” James asks eagerly, getting up too.

“You’re not allowed to help anymore,” Lily reminds him. “You waste too much product.” 

“I know, just let me watch, yeah?” 

[moonstruckme]

I love your work! I spent so long yesterday reading through just about all of them and you are an incredible writer! I have a request but regardless if you want to write it, I can’t wait to read what you write next!!

Request: I would love to have a fic with any of the marauders (+lily) (single or poly pairings) that are helping the reader on a bad chronic illness day. Due to their chronic illness, the reader’s body feels really weak so they need help from their partner(s).

Thanks so much angel! <3

cw: unspecified chronic illness, only explicit specificity is that reader has really low energy as a result of it

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 743 words

Sometimes, James can’t help but stop and think about how ridiculously lucky he is. He was worried about you all day at work—you weren’t feeling well when he left that morning, though you’d claimed you were going to take it easy—but there’s no sweeter sight to come home to than you and Lily curled up together on the bed, your head on her chest and her fingers in your hair. James’ heart slows to a lovesick thump-thump as he watches you. 

“Do you think you have the energy for a shower?” Lily murmurs. 

You make a small sound to the negative. 

“No? Okay.” Lily kisses your hairline, consoling. “How about a bath, love?” 

Her eyes flicker up to James, telling him she’s heard his entry whereas you seem not to have. The sad uptilt of her lips tells him you’ve had as hard a day as he worried you might. He takes off his shoes, moving toward you. 

“I could wash your hair for you,” Lily goes on, coaxing. “Add some of those oils you like.” 

James is just barely close enough to hear your mumbled reply. “I don’t know if there’s time.”

“There’s always time for a nice bath, isn’t there?” he asks lightly. Grins when you look up, noticing him. “Hi, angel.” 

“Hi.” You sit up for a kiss. James meets you halfway, folding an arm around your back to help support you. 

He gives Lily a kiss, too, sparing an extra for the worried line between her brows. 

“What are we worried about time for?” he asks. 

“She wants to go to dinner with her friend’s mum.” 

“I don’t want to,” you say, sinking back against Lily’s front the way Remus sinks into his chair after a long, long day, “I’m supposed to.” 

James feels his lips tug. “Well, there you have it, lovie. You don’t want to, so don’t.” 

“She’s visiting from out of town, and she asked to see me,” you mumble. You seem reluctant, like you’re fighting for a cause you don’t truly believe in yourself. “It’d be rude not to go.” 

“It’s not rude. You don’t have the energy for a shower,” Lily reminds you gently. “It doesn’t make any sense for you to go.” 

Your lips pull down, fretfulness lined with resignation. 

“Do you know where she’s staying?” James asks. 

“Yeah.” 

“Why don’t we give her a ring at her hotel, then, and let her know you’re not feeling well. I’m sure she’ll understand.” 

You look to be gnawing the inside of your lip, but James recognizes the slow wash of relief over your features. “Okay. That could work.” 

“It’ll work great. And then, say, you could think on what might sound good to you for dinner here at home.” James begins tracing the planes of your face as he talks, down your cheekbone from the corner of your eye, up the bridge of your nose, and across your opposite eyebrow. “I’ll go to the store once you decide, and you two can have your bath while I whip dinner up for us. Okay?” 

Lily holds you to her so she can lean forward without jostling you, kissing James ardently on his cheek. 

“I think that’s a lovely plan,” she says while he grins. 

You’re smiling, too, looking at them with much the same expression James imagines he wore when he came home to find the two of you together. “You don’t have to go to the store,” you say. “We have food here, don’t we?” 

“Probably,” James agrees. “But you’ve had a long day, you deserve to have whatever you want for dinner. At the least.” 

You open your mouth, but James speaks again. 

“And if you say you want frozen lasagna or butter on toast or the leftovers from last night, I won’t believe you.” 

Your smile goes sheepish, caught. 

“Why don’t you think on that,” Lily suggests, “and James, could you bring me the phone book so I can look up the hotel?” 

“Be right back,” he says, kissing both you and Lily again before he hops up. Lily takes his jaw in her hand, kissing him hard and with gratitude. It’s the sort of kiss that leaves James trying to blink himself back into focus as he leaves the room. 

He must look it, too, because your laugh, arguably the loveliest sound on Earth, follows him out. “Thanks, Jamie,” you say. 

Yeah, James is definitely the luckiest guy in the world.

[moonstruckme]

my love!! hello!! somehow over the course of the day i’ve come down with a cold?? i was perfectly fine this morning and now i’m a sniffling mess:( anywho! i was wondering if you’d write a poly!jily x reader with a cold perhaps? only if you’d like! absolutely no pressure. i imagine james would be very coddling and lily would be the one reminding reader to take some cold and flu meds </3 sorry for the ramble<33

Awe I'm sorry you aren't feeling well lovely! Thanks for the request <3

poly!jily x fem!reader ♡ 560 words

“Don’t look at me.”

“But I love looking at you.” There’s a smile in James’ voice. His fingers curl around your arms, tugging playfully at where they’re crossed over your face. “Looking at you is one of my favorite things. Don’t be cruel.” 

You sink further into your pillows. “Stop.” 

“Why don’t you want me to look at you, m’love?” 

“Because,” you say, voice nasally and consonants muddled, “I’m disgusting.” 

“You are not,” James replies placidly. 

“You’re lovely,” says Lily. 

You hear her heels click into the bedroom a moment before your nose tickles warningly. You lunge for a tissue just as you sneeze, looking at your girlfriend over the paper wad in silent dissent. Lily only looks sorry for you. 

She comes over, setting a bottle of medicine on the nightstand before sitting on the bed. Whereas James is in pajamas and you’re in one of her old moth-bitten shirts, Lily is fully dressed and ready for work. Her long hair has been pulled back into a clip, her crisp button-up wrinkling where it’s tucked into her skirt. She brushes a cool thumb over your cheek. 

“Make sure to take some of that soon,” she says, nodding to the medicine, “okay?” 

You must make a face, because James chuckles. He presses a wet smooch to the side of your neck. 

“I’ll make you a tea to wash it down with,” he offers. 

James has decided he’s going to stay home with you. It’s easier for him than for Lily because her boss is stricter and nobody can ever say no to James for anything, but really you don’t need either of them here to watch you sniffle and sleep all day. You told them so, but James still insisted and Lily was still sorry she couldn’t stay too. 

It’ll be fun, James had promised. We’ll have soup and watch Notting Hill. 

Lily had looked distraught at that. 

Okay, we won’t watch without you, he’d amended quickly. Only boring, unromantic films while you’re trapped at work, lovely, promise.

Already, a morning in bed with James has turned you into a whiny, slothful creature. Lily touches the backs of her fingers to your cheek, and you lean into the touch pitifully. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” she indulges you. 

“My head hurts.” 

James coos, cuddling close to you. 

“Do you want a warm flannel?” Lily asks. 

You really do. “You’re going to be late.” 

“I know, just,” she stands, going into the bathroom, “let me do this for you before I go.” 

You lay flat on the pillow when she comes back, letting her smooth the cloth over your forehead. A bead of warm water slithers into your hairline. Lily’s green eyes are soft with caring. 

“Thank you,” you murmur. 

“Course,” she says back, just as softly. “Let James know when it gets cold, okay? Jamie, can you—”

“I’ve got it.” James stretches over you, kissing her with a smile on his lips. “Go to work. I’ll take good care of her.” 

Lily lets his smile spread to her. “Okay.” She kisses you both, James again on his lips and you on your cheek. “Be good.” 

“Now, why would she say that?” James asks you, teasing. “Aren’t we always?” 

You sniffle instead of answering, and Lily sends him an expectant look from down the hall. James diligently reaches for the tissue box.