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legentlemancambrioleur:


I’ve been so bloody fucking in love with you, and you can’t even fucking remember—”
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my entire body frozen, everything in me just…ohmygodohmygod. "What did you just say?"

Commentarius - Chapter 32. By B.C Daily.

legentlemancambrioleur:

I’ve been so bloody fucking in love with you, and you can’t even fucking remember—”

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my entire body frozen, everything in me just…ohmygodohmygod. "What did you just say?"

Commentarius - Chapter 32. By B.C Daily.


thepondlife:

I’ve been is present perfect, not past tense

hm

could this mean—


Do you really? Well make sure your personal slave is writing neatly. I have to be able to read the notes, you know.

My personal slave always writes neatly. She never slips.

Well, good for you then. You’re personal slave sounds perfect.

She is.

— Commentarius, bcdaily (via jimkirksbones)




"I must have written millions of letters, but I never sent them. I came close to it in fifth-year—after all that business after the Defense O.W.L.S, remember that?—but I always chickened out. Figured I embarrassed myself enough in person, it wasn’t necessary to do it in words."

"I must have written millions of letters, but I never sent them. I came close to it in fifth-year—after all that business after the Defense O.W.L.S, remember that?—but I always chickened out. Figured I embarrassed myself enough in person, it wasn’t necessary to do it in words."


Anonymous asked: I haven't commentarius so what does homemade fudge have to do with jily? Just wondering :)

Fudge is a really cute/smart running joke in Commentarius (which you should read) by B.C. Daily. It’s a very popular fanon thing associated with Jily because in the story, both James and Lily love fudge. This results in hilarious scenes such as Lily using her Mum’s homemade fudge to tempt James and to soften his apparent hostility at a few points in the story. And it also plays a big part during their first date (but I’m not giving away too much!). Fans of Commentarius, therefore, like to mention fudge to pay tribute to/fangirl about the story.


ajamesandlilykindoflove:

Mrs. Weasley had sent homemade fudge with the jumper for Harry for Christmas in Philosopher’s Stone. HOMEMADE FUDGE. brb sobbing. So many Jily feels.





"You have no idea," he told me slowly, his voice tinted with happy amusement, "how bloody fantastic it is to hear you say my name. For three years I had to put up with derision-filled ‘Potter”s and I swear, you could make a bloke start to hate his own name, Infallible. You really could."
He sealed that last statement with another kiss, this one light and short, barely even a brush of lips. I sighed into his mouth, my head already beginning to pound. (x)

"You have no idea," he told me slowly, his voice tinted with happy amusement, "how bloody fantastic it is to hear you say my name. For three years I had to put up with derision-filled ‘Potter”s and I swear, you could make a bloke start to hate his own name, Infallible. You really could."

He sealed that last statement with another kiss, this one light and short, barely even a brush of lips. I sighed into his mouth, my head already beginning to pound. (x)


Then we both laughed like a pair of right loons because sometimes when things are extremely uncomfortable and you’re not entirely sure why your body is reacting to another body in a quite different and quite sudden—though startlingly not quite entirely unpleasant— sort of way, what else is there to do other than just sitting there and laughing? (x)


“James,” I whispered breathlessly, moving my hands until they covered his behind my head. “You don’t have to…really, I’m fine—”

“More than fine,” James murmured, his mouth barely leaving mine. “Perfect. Damn perfect.”

“That’s not what I—”

But his fingers only curled tighter in my hair, clutching firmly as he tilted my face to the side and his lips started making a hot trail away from my mouth, over my jaw, and down to my neck.

And since we’re all already aware of my feelings on the topic of James and his neck nibbling, I’m sure it won’t come as much of a shock to hear that I promptly quit protesting.

I mean, it wasn’t like we couldn’t have the discussion later. Rain check.

So I let him have his way for a bit, trying to hold back the pathetic mewing noises that were desperately yearning to push past my mouth. Always the quick thinker, I decided that the only way to guarantee that they’d stay under wraps was to drag James’s mouth back to mine, so I did just that and buried the sounds against James’s lips. I don’t think he minded the sudden shift of snog locations. He’s very adaptable that way.

Everything was going swimmingly until I started to feel a bit like I might faint. I think James was starting to feel it, as well, because his mouth started moving more slowly against mine and then he suddenly broke away.

“Hell,” he groaned, the word coming out as a hot burst of breath against my cheek. He started kissing me again, but it wasn’t too much longer before he pulled away once more with another muted swear.

“All right?” I asked, littering kisses along the underside of his jaw.

He nodded jerkily, but I could feel him tense beneath my mouth. His lips caught mine again briefly.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said finally, his voice low and hoarse. “Somewhere. Anywhere. The Tower. The Room of Requirement. Christ, anywhere but here.”

(Commentarius, BCDaily)