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Title: Percy filth
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: pregnant!Lily/James with memories of the Evans family
Word Count: 815
Rating: G
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 34 - past. Prompt table here
Summary: Sharing her body with a large and wriggly baby meant Lily's nights were filled with thoughts and not much sleep.
Author's notes: This didn't turn out how I wanted it to, but hey! The idea came to me in the shower when for some reason I remembered the repeat of a television programme I'd seen some time in the past. The Lovers reminded me of the Dursleys. I don't know why!
Percy filth
Lily thought she’d be used to this, waking up in the night to go to the bathroom, and then going back to bed and not being able to sleep. It had been happening for weeks, and probably would for the next month or so. She couldn’t see anything was going to change before the baby was born.
She was getting used to his little ways, how he seemed to wake up at the same time every night to dance on her bladder, and then when she’d taken away that fun, to practice his wand work. That’s what it felt like anyway, the way his little arms seemed to be swishing and flicking amongst her insides.
Some nights the thought of what was to come overtook her attempts to get back to sleep. James would be lying beside her, the gentle noises of his breathing soothing no matter what the ‘to come’ entailed. Sometimes what was to come centred on the actual birth itself. The baby inside of her was taking up a lot of room now, in a month when he was due to be born he was going to have grown bigger still. The mediwitch at St Mungo’s had talked to them about ways of making the birth more comfortable, carefully avoiding words like pain. But Lily wasn’t interested in doing anything to intervene, she wanted her baby to be born naturally. No matter what it meant for her there was to be nothing to cloud his first days in their world.
Tonight Lily’s thoughts went towards her sister. Petunia had written soon after her honeymoon with Vernon telling Lily she was to be a mother, explaining that they were delighted they’d waited and that their child would be a honeymoon baby. Special, just as they’d hoped.
Lily giggled and James stirred beside her before turning over and slipping back into his breathing rhythm again. She was remembering a night when James had come to take her out, a night in the holiday from Hogwarts. Petunia and Vernon had been somewhere too and arrived back to the Evans’ family home a little after James had returned with Lily.
They’d heard the front door slam, and Vernon huff and puff down the garden path and out into the street, from their place hidden behind a tree by the gate to the back garden. Goodnights were never a simple peck on the cheek for James and Lily, they put a lot more effort into their goodbyes. The weather had been warm, Lily remembered, and they’d not worn coats or anything -perfect for easy access to skin.
“Petunia, no.” Mrs Evans was saying when happily Lily slipped through the door into the hallway. She’d intended to go straight to bed, not to sully the way she was feeling with discussion with anyone, but something about this told her it might be interesting to wait a while.
“But I’m telling you, it is disgusting.”
Lily heard her dad cough and stand. She dodged out of the way as he left the room and went into the kitchen, no doubt to put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea.
“I trust Lily,” her mum had said.
“But in the front garden. With him. It’s not as if she’s got a proper boyfriend.”
“Petunia, I have told you. Just as you are free to go out with Vernon, Lily is free to go out with James.”
“But Vernon is a gentlemen, he acts properly …”
“Petunia. What are you saying?”
Lily sat on the stairs, she could hear her father moving around in the kitchen and imagined him feeling a bit embarrassed by the theme of the conversation. He was never one to enjoy conversations of that nature.
“I’m saying they were doing things in our garden.”
“Things, Petunia? What exactly do you mean?”
“Things that they shouldn’t be doing.”
“Like what?”
Lily sniggered. Petunia she suspected would have liked to have done things too. She doubted Vernon had ever hitched her top out from Petunia’s skirt, yet alone run his hands over the skin beneath it.
“Like …”
“Well?”
“Like …”
“Petunia?” Mrs Evans’ voice was getting angry, Lily could tell.
“Percy filth,” Petunia finally spat, her voice full of anger and envy.
“Your time will come,” Mrs Evans had comforted her eldest daughter. Lily was sure there was a tone of amusement contained within her mother’s words though she’d not waited knowing that Petunia would storm from the room and towards the stairs.
“Lily,” James said in the morning turning to face her.
“Mhmmm?” she asked, sleepy from her middle of the night memories.
“What are we going to call her, the baby?”
“Shouldn’t we wait and see what he looks like?”
“Only last night I dreamt,” he chuckled and moved closer to snuggle into his wife.
“What?”
“You wanted to call her Percy.”
Lily laughed.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: pregnant!Lily/James with memories of the Evans family
Word Count: 815
Rating: G
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 34 - past. Prompt table here
Summary: Sharing her body with a large and wriggly baby meant Lily's nights were filled with thoughts and not much sleep.
Author's notes: This didn't turn out how I wanted it to, but hey! The idea came to me in the shower when for some reason I remembered the repeat of a television programme I'd seen some time in the past. The Lovers reminded me of the Dursleys. I don't know why!
Percy filth
Lily thought she’d be used to this, waking up in the night to go to the bathroom, and then going back to bed and not being able to sleep. It had been happening for weeks, and probably would for the next month or so. She couldn’t see anything was going to change before the baby was born.
She was getting used to his little ways, how he seemed to wake up at the same time every night to dance on her bladder, and then when she’d taken away that fun, to practice his wand work. That’s what it felt like anyway, the way his little arms seemed to be swishing and flicking amongst her insides.
Some nights the thought of what was to come overtook her attempts to get back to sleep. James would be lying beside her, the gentle noises of his breathing soothing no matter what the ‘to come’ entailed. Sometimes what was to come centred on the actual birth itself. The baby inside of her was taking up a lot of room now, in a month when he was due to be born he was going to have grown bigger still. The mediwitch at St Mungo’s had talked to them about ways of making the birth more comfortable, carefully avoiding words like pain. But Lily wasn’t interested in doing anything to intervene, she wanted her baby to be born naturally. No matter what it meant for her there was to be nothing to cloud his first days in their world.
Tonight Lily’s thoughts went towards her sister. Petunia had written soon after her honeymoon with Vernon telling Lily she was to be a mother, explaining that they were delighted they’d waited and that their child would be a honeymoon baby. Special, just as they’d hoped.
Lily giggled and James stirred beside her before turning over and slipping back into his breathing rhythm again. She was remembering a night when James had come to take her out, a night in the holiday from Hogwarts. Petunia and Vernon had been somewhere too and arrived back to the Evans’ family home a little after James had returned with Lily.
They’d heard the front door slam, and Vernon huff and puff down the garden path and out into the street, from their place hidden behind a tree by the gate to the back garden. Goodnights were never a simple peck on the cheek for James and Lily, they put a lot more effort into their goodbyes. The weather had been warm, Lily remembered, and they’d not worn coats or anything -perfect for easy access to skin.
“Petunia, no.” Mrs Evans was saying when happily Lily slipped through the door into the hallway. She’d intended to go straight to bed, not to sully the way she was feeling with discussion with anyone, but something about this told her it might be interesting to wait a while.
“But I’m telling you, it is disgusting.”
Lily heard her dad cough and stand. She dodged out of the way as he left the room and went into the kitchen, no doubt to put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea.
“I trust Lily,” her mum had said.
“But in the front garden. With him. It’s not as if she’s got a proper boyfriend.”
“Petunia, I have told you. Just as you are free to go out with Vernon, Lily is free to go out with James.”
“But Vernon is a gentlemen, he acts properly …”
“Petunia. What are you saying?”
Lily sat on the stairs, she could hear her father moving around in the kitchen and imagined him feeling a bit embarrassed by the theme of the conversation. He was never one to enjoy conversations of that nature.
“I’m saying they were doing things in our garden.”
“Things, Petunia? What exactly do you mean?”
“Things that they shouldn’t be doing.”
“Like what?”
Lily sniggered. Petunia she suspected would have liked to have done things too. She doubted Vernon had ever hitched her top out from Petunia’s skirt, yet alone run his hands over the skin beneath it.
“Like …”
“Well?”
“Like …”
“Petunia?” Mrs Evans’ voice was getting angry, Lily could tell.
“Percy filth,” Petunia finally spat, her voice full of anger and envy.
“Your time will come,” Mrs Evans had comforted her eldest daughter. Lily was sure there was a tone of amusement contained within her mother’s words though she’d not waited knowing that Petunia would storm from the room and towards the stairs.
“Lily,” James said in the morning turning to face her.
“Mhmmm?” she asked, sleepy from her middle of the night memories.
“What are we going to call her, the baby?”
“Shouldn’t we wait and see what he looks like?”
“Only last night I dreamt,” he chuckled and moved closer to snuggle into his wife.
“What?”
“You wanted to call her Percy.”
Lily laughed.