L/J. James takes time to remember.

Lily and Sirius. For a moment, she thinks of saying yes. He is so warm and she is so cold, but then she hears the echo of his laughter and sees the shape of his lips as they pull into a smirk and she remembers that she hates him.

L/J. "There are days that they meet in secret, deep in the night after the castle is asleep and their only witnesses are the midnight-darkened trees and the infinite stars, silent and watchful. It is here that they begin to listen."

James and Sirius. "Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly?" An inside look at one of the closest friendships the world will know.

L/J, AU Regency. 'James Potter is a beastly, arrogant, pompous excuse for a gentleman, and if I ever have the audacity to think of him in any sort of positive light, I give consent for the Lord to strike me where I sit.'

L/J. He wants to wipe clean the possibility of her death, wants to annihilate the mere thought of it, wants to make it disappear, to turn her into his own eternity. "You are forever."

L/J. It's not all sunshine and rainbows in the Gryffindor common room.

L/J. The darkness makes this easier to say, the cadence of his heartbeat lulling me into a relative safety, and it rolls off my tongue like the most powerful kind of magic. "I love you."