a plot where the muses are best friends with obvious sexual tension but they’ve never done anything about it until one night they’re watching movies together like they always do and their hands accidentally touch and muse a just so happens to notice that it makes muse b blush and of course they start being cocky and teasing muse b endlessly like “really THAT’S enough to make you blush wow” and then it becomes a personal goal of muse a’s to see what else makes muse b blush and so muse a puts a hand on muse b’s leg like “does this make you blush” and muse b keeps ignoring them so it gradually gets worse and muse a starts kissing their neck and maybe even slips a hand between muse b’s thighs like “what about this” and it’s just ! lots of tension and teasing and :~)

With his arms full of Lily, everything in the world felt right again. he tilted his head down to kiss the top of hers where it lay on his chest, and for that moment, it was like the last three years had just melted away. Everything was how it was supposed to be.

It was a cry that woke him a few hours later, though he didn’t register that at first. What he registered first was the empty side of the bed Lily should have been occupying. He jumped up, frantic that it could possibly be happening all over again,  worried that the night before had all been some sort of sick dream, and then he heard another cry, and soft shushing sound, and he followed the sounds. The second bedroom wasn’t far off from his and Lily’s doorway, but even still, by the time he reached it, the sounds had nearly stopped, replaced by a soft song.

He paused, leaning in the doorway as he took in the sight that was Lily, holding little Harry to her chest as she sat on the much larger guest bed that occupied the room. Had he had a nightmare? How had she gotten here so fast? Why hadn’t he woken up? More surprising than any of those things was the fact that she was singing. She rarely sang, and he could almost never catch her at it. Did she sing for Harry every night? 

He moved forward quietly, coming to sit beside her on the bed, one arm around her and one resting gently on Harry’s head. James had no idea what he was supposed to do- or even if there was something he could do- to help. It was immediately clear that Lily had it well handled, but even still he wished he could have done something, so he settled for singing along with her softly, finally placing the song as one of his old favorites. 

“Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl. I used to tell her she ought to have been in my House. Very cheeky answers I used to get back too.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, Evans,” he rebutted, grinning. This was the most of a rise out of her he’d gotten since last term, and Godric help him, he was determined to enjoy it thoroughly. “Just this morning it was in my toothbrush! My toothbrush… I mean, Evans, I knew you were talented… but that was a whole new level.”

Her own argument thrilled him, and he turned around, walking backwards so he faced her as they moved. “Ahhhh… But that’s socks. That’s nothing, really. Come on, Lilyflower… Tell me how you really feel.” He stopped moving, sliding his hands into his pockets as he did his best to block the hallway. 

“I think it’s healthy.. Let’s just put it all out in the open, yeah? I’ll start.” He tilted his head, taking a moment before speaking again. “You don’t wear pants, and I think it’s because you hate me.”

• “no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”
• “it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”
• “i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 
• “you can’t keep me safe from everything.”
• “just be careful.” 
• “i’m always careful.”
• “you’re going to get yourself hurt.”
• “i won’t get hurt, i promise.”
• “i won’t let them hurt you.”
• “you can’t save me from this.”
• “please try and stay out of trouble.”
• “if anything happened to you…” 
• “i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”
• “i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
• “this is the only way to keep you safe.”
• “you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
• “everywhere you go, i go.”
• “it’s not your job to protect me.”
• “it’s my job to protect you.”
• “don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
• “no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”
• “you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”
• “please come back in one piece.”

i want historical drama plots. i want wwi and wwii. i want vikings taking over a village. i want a family struggling to make ends meet during the great depression. i want a flapper and a wolf on wall street in the roaring twenties. i want arranged marriages. i want 1800s plots. i want pioneers. i want salem at the peak of the witch age. i want pilgrims. i want everything. GIVE IT TO ME.

BONUS: what if muse a takes muse b out to dinner or smthn one night and someone tries to hurt muse b in order to hurt muse a and muse a ends up shooting someone and it’s the first time that muse b has seen that happen

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He cocked a brow, grinning, but made no move to answer the question she wasn’t asking. Instead, as she started moving, he took off at a near jogging pace to keep up with her. He’d laughed as she slowed, not entirely bothered by the silence- he was too amused by her changing expressions for that.

It seemed that every thought she had was written on her face, even if he couldn’t read all of them (yet). So when she finally did speak, he couldn’t help himself. He laughed.

Hard.

He stopped walking, looking off into the distance and nodding before turning back to her. “I’m sorry, but the judges have ruled that a terrible icebreaker, scoring you 4 out of a possible 30.” He grinned, holding his hands up in surrender as he tried not to chuckle. “I’m sorry, That’s not fair. It is dark outside,” he said, willing to give her that much.

Maybe if he picked a fight? It probably wasn’t the brightest idea… but then, James didn’t know what to say either. “How abut a fun fact?” he started, grinning. “You lose so much hair… that I could polyjuice as you for the rest of the year, I expect. Two Lily Evanses…. Wouldn’t that be nice? Except that one of us would never find herself in a rush in the morning, because one of us would know how to manage their time.”

His head tilted automatically as she asked her questions, a soft, sad smile on his face as his hands came up to frame hers. “Lillian Jade Evans Potter…. I’ve been in love with you for nearly half my life. I’m afraid you’re pretty well stuck with me until one of us actually dies.”

Giving her another quick, soft kiss, he let his hands fall back to her waist, holding on to her as he stood, and subsequently pulling her up with him. He bent for a moment, hooking one leg behind her knee and sweeping her up into his arms as he moved towards the stairs.

He took her up to their bedroom, carefully navigating the stairs in a way that felt both weirdly new and familiar all at once. At the door to their room, he paused, looking at Lily with a smile before carrying her over the threshold with a chuckle. If nothing else, he hoped she could at least feel at home in this room, the only one that had not changed in her absence. He set her down gently, pulling back from her to tug his shirt over her head, and holding it out to her in offering before moving to rid the bed of her ornamental, “don’t sleep on those!” pillows, tugging the duvet and blankets down as he crawled inside.

Holding the sheets away from the bed, he looked to her. “I’ve been saving you a spot.”

The feeling of her fingers weaving through his hair again had been a remarkable thing, but it was nothing to the way it felt to hold her once more. It seemed that neither was close enough for the other’s liking, and repeatedly, they pulled each other closer. Her breath against the skin of his neck, though a little ragged from her tears, was all too welcome, and more welcome than that were her words.

These things, as she said them, made it feel as though he were the Grinch, his heart growing three sizes to welcome her back into it when he’d been trying to keep her out for so long. 

With one arm wound tightly around her waist, the other slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair. He peppered kisses against her head (where he could reach given her position), and her shoulder, his own ‘I love you’s punctuating every kiss.

Finally, though, he gave up on that series of efforts, using the hand in her hair to gently pull her head back from his shoulder. Crying or not, he wanted to see her, wanted to (and did) rain kisses on her face.

“I’m sorry, too, Lily. For being an arse, for….being a mess…. for letting myself stop believing in what we have,” he whispered, catching her gaze. “Life without you…. is not something I ever want to have to survive again, Lils.” he shook his head, the ghost of a teasing smile coming up, as he was pretty sure neither of them could survive another turn like that. 

Leaning in, he finally kissed her, the moment prolonged enough, and his inability to maintain patience winning out as he grinned against her lips, tugging her into his lap properly. He lost himself readily into the kiss, and when he finally pulled away, he felt a thousand times better than he had in the moments before she’d knocked on the door. 

“I think it’s time for bed, Mrs. Potter. It’s been an incredibly long day, wouldn’t you agree?”

Okay so maybe it was a little amusing the way she’d jumped and spilled everything out of her bag. And maybe, just maybe, he flattered himself by thinking it was because she was nervous and that he hadn’t simply frightened her. Either way, he waited patiently while she picked up her things, knowing she probably wouldn’t have accepted his assistance.

He nodded, listening as she spoke, and he considered her idea for a second before shaking his head. “It’s Thursday. There’ll be about three Ravenclaws sneaking through that way to the kitchens at about….” He paused, trying to remember the weekly mission he witnessed on the map with the boys, “Ten thirty-ish.” He wanted to laugh, knowing that he was going to sell these people out tonight, but at least he wouldn’t tell her about the Map.

His attention came back to Lily, only to realize that as she looked at him, she was blushing. He smiled, an honest, happy smile, and said nothing about the new colour in her cheeks as he nodded. For the first time in a month, things seemed…. sort of normal. Yeah, okay, so they weren’t fighting, but they also weren’t glaring at each other, or stomping around, and that seemed like an improvement over the weirdness of the last month.

Sharing quarters was hard.

“Yeah, absolutely.” he held out a hand, gesturing to her bag. “Did you wanna put that away, first, or..” He shook his head, trying to cancel out everything he’d said, knowing he’d been about to offer to hold it for her. “After you,” he said, gesturing for her to lead the way.

• The crooked grin
• When he runs his hands through his hair
• The jaw thing™
• When he pushes his glasses up his nose
• When he leans too close when they’re talking
• When he brings her food
• When he muses up his hair
• When he smiles and it’s slightly lopsided
• When his jaw does The Thing™
• When he unbuttons the top button of his shirt while studying
• When he pushes his sleeves up his forearms (or rolls them)
• When he laughs and his eyes light up
• When he sits just a bit too close
• When one side of his smile is pulled up higher than the other side
• When his jaw tightens and it does the thing
• When he racks his hand through his hair
• When he wheres the color blue
• When he winks at her after making a goal during a Quidditch game
• When he comes in from practice just a bit sweaty
• When he plays with the ends of her hair