"I hope you realize that type of idiocy is not going to work on me, Black." "Oh, is there another type of idiocy you prefer?" For the first time in sixteen years of life, Lily Evans realized her answer was /yes/ and her preferred type of idiocy happened to have lopsided glasses and a crooked smile to match.

Alcohol, Christmas, and seemingly unrequited love push Lily to send a letter that was never even supposed to be written and Remus and Sirius are there for damage-control. Or something like that.

Alcohol, Christmas, and seemingly unrequited love push Lily to send a letter that was never even supposed to be written and Remus and Sirius are there for damage-control. Or something like that.

A series of happy, unrelated drabbles centered around the hands of our favourite couple. All school years will be included and chronology will not be observed. J/L.

"This is a moment where you admit your intellectual inferiority to me, your darling pregnant wife." "Hey, at least you remembered you were actually pregnant that time." Some J/L Christmas fluff. One-shot.

Just some snowy banter between our favourite Gryffindors, on matters of warmth, chivalry, and hand size. One-shot. J/L.