#poly!jily drabble

[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.”

[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???

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Requests Open!

I will only write for disabled!reader or chronically ill!reader - I know this is probably limiting to some people, but I really want to focus on that. This doesn't mean requests have to be disability/illness-centric, just that the reader will be one of those things.

What I require in a request (in an ask): the character/ship, plus a situation at minimum. As for the disability side, you can ask for medical condition, specific mobility aids, both or if you don't ask for either, something will be assigned but reader will have something wrong with them - general fallback will probably be chronic pain/fatigue with various mobility aids.

Things I will write:

Drabbles

Headcanons

Characters I will write for - * means I'm hesitant but open to it:

Poly!Marauders x Reader

Remus Lupin x Reader

Sirius Black x Reader

James Potter x Reader

Poly!Wolfstar x Reader

Lily Evans x Reader*

Poly!Jily x Reader*

Poly!Moonflower x Reader*

Medical conditions I have personal experience with through having them - while you can request any condition and I'll decide whether I can portray them well, these are what I know best. You may also request a situation unrelated to any medical conditions, but the reader will have one of these below:

Allodynia

Anxiety

Autism

Cerebral Palsy (I have mixed but I am aware of all the types)

Chronic Spontaneous Angioedema

CSF leaks

Depression

Epilepsy - I have the most experience with atonic and tonic clonic seizures, but I'm aware of all

Functional Neurological Disorder - there are many presentations of this so if you request it, please list the symptoms you'd like to be used. I have functional limb weakness and numbness in my right leg.

Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder

Migraines

Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome

Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder

The only topic I have off limits is incest, everything else is fine, but I will note that smut requests will not be a priority unless I get in a smutty mood.

[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

[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]

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.

[moonstruckme]

jilly teaming up on reader when she hasn’t slept for a few nights cause she’s studying; so they trick her into doing things to make her sleepy

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 879 words

Your textbook is starting to blur in front of you, but you’re not sure if that’s due to fatigue or the poor lighting. You squint to make out the small font. James is in the habit of turning lights on wherever he goes, and Lily often follows behind him shutting them off. She likely forgot you were still up studying. 

You drag yourself out of your chair, going to the switches by the kitchen, but to your surprise the kitchen light is on. Both of your partners are huddled by the stove, speaking to each other in hushed tones. Lily pulls away when she sees you. 

“Hi, baby,” she says in a soft voice, hugging you without premise. You’re confused but hardly resistant, melting a little as your arms come around her in response. 

You notice for the first time that there’s music playing from James’ cassette player. It’s soft and slow, one of the jazz tracks Lily sometimes likes to listen to while cooking or tidying. You must have been really lost in your reading not to have heard it come on. 

Lily’s hand draws up your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Are you ready for bed?” she asks you. 

Her voice is so lulling, so tempting, you could almost fall asleep right then and there. But you take in a breath and straighten. You hadn’t realized how much you’d begun to sag against her. 

“Can’t.” You give her a fond squeeze before letting go. “I have to study.” 

“I’d say you have studied, sweetheart,” James says. He’s looking at you with concern in his brown eyes. 

You offer him a rueful smile. “Still some left to go.” You go to the light switches, turning up the ones above and near your table, which were set terribly dim. “You guys go to bed. I’ll be there later, I’m just gonna…” You cover a yawn. “...gonna make myself some tea for now.” 

Lily frowns, but James knows better than to argue once you’ve made up your mind. “Alright,” he says, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to the center of your forehead before reaching into the cabinet above you for a mug. “You sit, I’ll make it.” 

“Thanks, Jamie.” You smile at him. Take Lily’s hand, kissing her palm. “Thanks.” 

You devote yourself back to your textbook. It’s difficult to make the words stick, but you force yourself to concentrate, focusing on each one in turn until it sinks in. Then the next. It’s a long and tiring process, and some of the ideas slip away anyway. 

After a while, you’re leaning down with your nose nearly to the book, squinting at the words again, and you realize the lights aren’t bright anymore. They’ve dimmed again. How did…surely if it had happened quickly, you would have noticed? 

You have to get up again to turn them back up. You know this, but your body sits heavy in your chair. Exhaustion seeps from your bones into your bloodstream, a slow, steady drudge. You’re well on your way to actually putting your nose to your book and falling asleep on top of it when a mug appears in front of you. 

You drag your eyes up to see James, soft and half shadowed in the low light. 

“Oh, thanks.” You pick up the mug, your saving grace, and will your hands not to shake. 

“No problem, lovie,” says James. His voice sounds quieter than you think you’ve ever heard it. 

You’re halfway through a long sip before you realize something is amiss. “Is this milk?” 

A pause. 

“Is this warm milk?” 

James’ hand finds the back of your neck, thumb moving back and forth over your baby hairs tranquilizingly. “Do you feel sleepy?” he asks in that same soft voice. 

A chuckle from the kitchen. “Subtle, James,” says Lily, not without affection. 

“Oh, come on. Like you were subtle asking her to go to bed.” 

“Sweetheart.” Lily comes over to wrap her arms around you from behind your chair, warm cheek pressed to yours. “It’s late. Aren’t you tired?” 

“I’m…” Another yawn comes to answer for you. “Yes, but…but that’s by design, isn’t it?” You think of the dimmed lights, the milk, the jazz music. “I’m only tired because you’ve made me.” 

“No, you’re tired because you need to sleep.” Her hand rubs at your clavicle, a slow back and forth. “We’re only trying to help it along.” 

“I…” You yawn again, a long one. Your eyes water. 

“You’re adorable.” James kisses the side of your head, lingering so you’re smushed between him and Lily. There are worse places to be, you suppose. “Come on. It’ll all be there in the morning.” 

“But I’m—” 

“You’re knackered, is what you are.” James’ tone is teasing bent under the weight of fondness. He draws you out of your chair with an arm under your shoulders, and you let him. His words muffle into the top of your head. “Not to mention stubborn. I dread the day you and Lils gang up on me instead. The thought genuinely scares me.” 

“We don’t need to,” Lily tells him, sweetly matter-of-fact. “You’re too amenable.” 

“I have my rebellions.” 

She pats him on the shoulder as you cross the threshold to the bedroom. “Sure, love.”

[moonstruckme]

jilly x reader where the reader gets hypothermia

cw: symptoms of mild hypothermia, (implied?) freezing water, non-sexual nudity

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James half carries you back to the cabin. This is partly because you’re shivering too hard to walk as quickly as you’d like, and partly because your legs simply won’t move the way you tell them to. Your wet lashes feel heavy with the ice crystals you imagine forming on them. 

He passes you off to Lily while he unlocks the front door. She rubs one hand uselessly over your arm through your soaked coat, using the other to unstick a frigid piece of hair from your face. 

They both help you inside. Set you down on the couch, and James makes a sound close to a laugh when you protest about getting wet on his mother’s cushions. 

“Start a fire, please?” Lily is all business, panic making her stern. Or maybe not stern so much as resolved. Her features are set, green eyes alternating between worried and determined, but her hands are characteristically gentle as they unzip your coat and pull you out of it one arm at a time. 

“Love?” 

You realize she’s been talking to you. “Hm?” 

Delicate brows pinch in either concern or relief. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” 

“Oh. Um.” Your chittering makes your words come out jolting and stilted. “Cold.” 

“Tired?” she asks. You put your arms up when she motions for you to, letting her lift your jumper over your head. The thought that you’re the only one getting undressed between your partners doesn’t occur to you; you only know that Lily seems urgent, and you trust her. 

“Ye—yeah.” 

“I think we have an electric blanket around here somewhere,” says James. He’s poking at a log in the fireplace, trying to provoke a bigger flame. “Get her closer to here, love.” 

“I’m still trying to get her out of her wet clothes. Can you help me?” 

James helps you to stand so Lily can tug your trousers off. They stick to your legs but crinkle oddly, stiff with ice. James kisses your temple and murmurs something you can’t quite make out. You feel guilty for ruining what was meant to be a fun afternoon of ice skating on the pond near James’ family cabin. You’ve never heard Lily shout like she did when the ice broke beneath you. 

They wrap you up in an electric blanket and put your hair up in a towel to get it off your neck, and you let James massage warmth into your fingers while Lily makes something warm for you to drink. 

“Jamie,” she calls from the kitchen, “do you all keep a thermometer here?” 

“Um, I’m not sure,” replies James. “If we did, it’d be in one of the drawers in the bathroom.” 

You hear your girlfriend whizz off in that direction. 

“How are you, angel?” James presses a couple of firm, warm kisses to your face, squeezing your hands. “Do you still feel tired?” 

“A little,” you admit. Your shivering has lessened, though. “Is it okay that we left our skates by the pond?” 

“What?” He gives a little laugh. “Yeah, it’s fine. That’s not really the top concern right now, you know?” 

You frown. It’s supposed to snow again tonight. “I don’t want them to get buried…” 

“I’ll go get them later,” James reassures you. He kisses your nose. “Don’t worry about that, lovebug. Just try to get warm, okay?” 

“I sort of feel like you guys are doing all the work for me.” 

James’ laughs as Lily comes to sit beside you. 

“Here, can you keep this in your mouth for me, please?” You nod, but when she slips the thermometer under your tongue she evidently makes a last-minute call to hold it herself instead. Lily’s thumb drags heavily over your cheek. You notice her bottom lip looks colored and bitten. 

“I think I’m okay…” you try to tell her, but stop when she shushes you gently. 

“That’s good, lovely, but don’t talk with this in your mouth.” She gives you a terse smile. 

James transfers both of your hands to one of his, using the other to squeeze her elbow consolingly. Both of your partners watch you intently as you wait. 

When Lily deems it's been long enough and looks at the thermometer, her posture slumps with relief. 

“Oh, it’s—that’s not so bad.” 

James grins, reading over her shoulder. “It must be coming up,” he says confidently. 

You offer your girlfriend a smile. “I told you, I think I’m fine.” 

Lily makes a soft, strangled sound, eyebrows pinching in the moment before she throws her arms around you. You see some of your own surprise reflected in James’ expression as you catch her, bringing her into the heated dome of your electric blanket with you.

“I didn’t know…I was really scared,” she confesses tearily, squeezing you around your neck. 

You rub her back in an attempt to reassure her. Behind her, James is doing the same. He gets his arms around the both of you, holding your shoulders through the blanket. 

“It’s alright,” he says. “We must be doing something right, yeah? Or she wouldn’t be getting better so quickly.” 

Lily exhales a shaky breath. “I am never, ever going ice skating again.” 

“Yes, you are,” you tell her fondly. 

“No. And you shouldn’t either! In fact, I hope our skates do get buried, and neither of you can ever find them.” 

You make a sound of protest, but James speaks over you, “Alright, lovely. We can let nature roll the dice tonight, if that’s what you want.” 

“But James—” 

“Angel, you weren’t witness to your own blue lips,” he tells you, rubbing your shoulder pacifyingly. “I think we’re permitted a bit of overreaction right now. I say bury the skates.” 

You give a little laugh. “You’re both taking this too far. We don’t have to use them, but there’s no reason to leave perfectly good skates out there in the snow.” 

“Mm, let’s say we return to that debate when you’re no longer shivering.” 

You all sit there for a while, holding each other while the fire crackles and warmth seeps into your fingertips. Lily’s hands are actually quite cold around your neck, but you refuse to tell her lest she spring away from you. When the kettle starts to whistle, she sniffs and pulls away anyways, wiping under her eyes. 

“I’ve got it,” says James, standing with a kiss to each of your heads. “What are we having?” 

“Hot chocolate.” She takes a breath, collecting herself. “She needs something with sugar. Thanks, Jamie.” 

You smile at her. “You’re so brilliant. How do you know that?” 

Lily’s lips tilt slightly in response. “I read it somewhere.” 

“So brilliant,” you repeat, kissing her softly on the lips. They’re noticeably warmer than yours, but you feel much more yourself than you had when you first got back to the cabin. “Thanks for helping me.” 

She makes a scoffing sort of noise. It doesn’t sound terribly derisive when it’s bent by fondness like this. Lily touches the backs of her fingers to your cheek, caressing. “You don’t have to thank us. Either of us,” she says. The tears have cleared from her eyes, leaving a raw caring in their wake. “We love you. A lot.” 

Your heart feels more than sufficiently warmed as you close the gap between you again. “I love you a lot, too.”

[moonstruckme]

I really enjoy your writing and just read of of your jillyxreader fics. Could I request (if open) jillyxreader where reader has a nightmare and just Overall comfort and sweet fluff that will put me and reader back to sleep 🌙💫✨️

Thank you lovely <3

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 697 words

Lily wakes in an upset without really knowing why. James’ arm is wrapped snugly around her waist, one of her hands clasped over his and the other pillowing your cheek. You’ve curled your fingers loosely around her wrist in your sleep as though to keep her from moving away. It relaxes her some, that you’re both here, but after a moment she realizes what it was that woke her. You’re making soft, distressed little sounds in the back of your throat. Whimpering. 

“Sweetheart,” she murmurs, more on impulse than with any intention. Her thumb strokes once across your cheek, and your fingers tighten around her wrist. But you’re nearly as deep a sleeper as James, and you don’t rouse. 

Lily touches James’ bicep where it lays over her shoulder (as is her prerogative and her absolute pleasure), rubbing at first and then squeezing lightly when that doesn’t work. His shapeless murmur ghosts over her ear as he stirs. 

“Jamie.” She strokes his arm more kindly. “I think she’s having a nightmare.”

James makes a sleepy, concerned sound, his cheek warm where he rests it on Lily’s arm to see you. “Oh,” he coos. “Wake ‘er up, then.” 

“I don’t…” Lily hesitates. “I don’t want to scare her.” 

Lily isn’t usually a tentative person. Actually, she prides herself on being someone who often knows just what to do. She can think on her feet, she knows her principles, and she’s generally good with people. But Lily never had to work for James’ affection (though she tries every day to deserve it) and though you’ve never been withholding with yours, she sometimes feels insecure in knowing precisely the right thing to do for you. James is inherently loveable, but she still has no clue why either of you have chosen her; she’s afraid to be the one to mess things up. 

Sometimes, she thinks James knows this. He mushes his lips to her arm, stubble tickling, says “s’okay, lovely,” and reaches for you himself. 

You do wake as Lily feared, with a start and a short breath, but you calm quickly under James’ touch, Lily’s hand still underneath your cheek. 

“Shh, you’re okay, angel.” James rubs your shoulder softly as the tension in your body eases. “Everything’s okay.” 

“Oh my god.” You let out a shuddery breath. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright.” Lily strokes a short line under your eye with her thumb. “Bad dream?” 

“Mm.” You look between her and James. Then take another deep breath, letting your face rest more heavily in her palm. “I woke you?” 

“Not really,” she lies. “You sounded upset, though.” 

You frown. “I was making sounds?”

Lily nods, feeling her brows draw together sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You think about it for a second, forefinger stroking the inside of her wrist. Warmth seeps through Lily’s skin, settling pleasurably inside her. 

“Thanks,” you say after a few moments, “but I think I’d rather not. It’ll just make it harder for me to get back to sleep.” 

“Will you be able to get back to sleep?” James asks. 

You nod, but your shoulders draw up uncertainly. “I think so.” 

“Mm. Best take measures to ensure it.” He reaches over Lily, who flattens herself to the bed as James takes your waist in his hands. “C’mere, lovie.” 

You smile and apologize to Lily as James hauls you over her, situating you between them. 

“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses the hill of your cheek, drawing back to look you in the eyes. It’s dark enough that she can’t make out much of you, but your eyes glitter faintly in the low light, pupils large and trusting. Lily’s heart feels heavy with fondness. “Is this going to help, sweetheart?” 

You smile faintly. “Yeah,” you say, moving forward to kiss her on the lips. 

“Yeah,” James echoes you. He plants a smacker on your cheek, then leans over you to do the same to Lily, his demeanor playful but the hand he pets down your arm comforting. “Course it’s going to help, babe, don’t be so silly. Have a bit of faith, yeah?” 

“Right.” Lily links your hands, bringing them to her lips. “My mistake.”

[moonstruckme]

hello mae! you said that you’re tentatively thinking about doing poly! jily? how about them x shy!reader who is used to spending holidays alone but now that she’s in a relationship, James and Lily wanna give her experiences of like carving pumpkins, baking cookies, or something like that.

just cute and domestic fall activities!! I hope that’s enough.

Thank you for requesting lovely!

poly!Jily x shy!reader ��� 845 words

You smile, and James plants his lips on your cheek just before the flash. 

“Perfect,” Lily says while the camera whirs. She takes the photo it spits out, going to stow it in a shady corner of the porch. 

“Now one with you,” James urges. 

“No.” Lily waves him off as you second James’ request. “How would we get all of us and our pumpkins in it?” 

“James has long arms,” you say.

"Yeah, Evans." James grabs you roughly around the shoulders, making your face heat even as you smile. "I have long arms. Give it here."

After some debate Lily hands over the camera. James holds it out as far as he can, waiting until you’re all holding up your jack-o-lanterns before pressing the button. 

It goes beside the other photo, waiting for the film to develop. You know as soon as it does, both photos will be clustered in with the others on James and Lily’s fridge, held up by magnets beginning to lose their strength under the weight of so many. Lily has always liked to take pictures, and ever since you got together she’s been cramming ones of you into every empty space. This relationship is relatively new for you, and most days you’re still trying to figure out where you fit, but Lily and James do everything to make you feel welcome. In a million tiny ways, they show you all the time that they care just as much for you as they do for each other. 

James looks between your pumpkins pridefully. “Whose do we think turned out the best?” 

“Lily’s,” you say at the same time as Lily says, “Mine.” 

James’ mouth falls open. “Mine was good too!”

“Sorry, Jamie.” You give his shoulder a consoling pat. “Hers is just better.” 

The fact of the matter is, your girlfriend was simply patient where you and James were not. She outlined her jack-o-lantern’s face beforehand in marker, used a small knife to achieve the curvatures of one heart-shaped eye and one winking one, and took the time to make the edges of her cuts look nice and clean. James and you, however, tried to freehand things with much larger knives; it had not gone quite so well. 

“I think there should be points for creativity,” says James, frowning at his botched pumpkin. He’d tried to give it round eyes, and in the process accidentally cut more than he meant to. The result is jagged and vaguely upsetting, so eventually he decided it was an ill pumpkin and trailed its entrails out of its mouth so it looks like it’s vomiting pumpkin guts. 

“It was a very creative solution,” Lily tells James. And to you, “You did really well for your first time, too, sweetheart.” 

You snort. Yours is nearly as bad as James’. Both of your partners had to show you how to saw through the pumpkin flesh more than once to keep you from yanking the knife out and stabbing yourself. After many tutorials, you’d managed two triangle-shaped eyes, but the teeth you’d tried to put in your jack-o-lantern’s mouth had fallen out, so now it just looks like a rather simplistic, very upbeat face. 

“You did,” Lily insists, but she’s repressing a laugh too as she looks down at your pumpkin. “It’s cute.” 

“It looks like something a five-year-old could have done,” you acknowledge. 

“You and a five-year-old have about the same amount of experience carving pumpkins, so that’s not really so bad,” says James. He reaches for the polaroids Lily took. “Let’s see how these turned out.” 

“James Potter,” Lily’s voice goes sharp, “don’t you dare touch those with your slimy hands.” 

“Okay, alright.” James holds his hands up in the air. He stands instead, backing away slowly like Lily has him at gunpoint. “C’mon, lovie, let’s go fish the seeds out in the sink.” 

“What for?” you ask, following him as he carries your large bowl of pumpkin entrails inside. 

“If you separate the seeds and roast them, you can eat them.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had pumpkin seeds before.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ugh. You poor, deprived girl.” James takes your face in his hands, and you smile despite the slick feeling of his pumpkin-y fingers on your cheeks. His eyebrows scrunch pityingly as he kisses above your nose. “We’ll right that wrong today, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” 

“You haven’t been missing out on much,” Lily says, slipping past the two of you with your photos. She wedges them underneath a magnet on the fridge. “It’s a lot of effort for a snack.” 

“She only says that because she can’t stand the guts,” James tells you conspiratorially. 

“Really?” You mash your hands into the stringy pumpkin bits. “I kind of like them.” 

Lily makes a face. “They’re all slimy and weird. And sticky.” 

“Wimp,” James teases. 

“You’ve just called them guts, James. In what world does that sound appealing?” 

“Angel,” James says in a quiet voice, “you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

You frown at him. “Why?” 

He picks up a small mass of pumpkin guts and lobs it at your girlfriend. 

“James!”