{jily + marauders being babes}

"James Harold Potter," Lily Evans got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

"YES," Sirius, who up until this point had not been in the room, yelled at the top of his lungs. "YES! A THOUSAND TIMES, YES!"

"Sirius," Lily crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot. "I-"

"So, when should the wedding be?" Remus asked as he waltzed into the room. He pulled a notebook out of his satchel that had 'Prongs and Prongsette's Wedding' on it in bold letters. He pulled a pen from behind his ear and began writing. "I'm thinking more of an autumn wedding."

"Rem-" Lily tried to interrupt but he was having none of it.

"We could have it outside, with the leaves changing, so it would match your hair," he motioned to Lily's dark red hair. "It should be at the end of September, I think. October's never really been a good month for me."

"Oh, oh," Peter squealed from behind Remus. "I think the cake should be a triple-layered cake with chocolate on the bottom, for you, Moony, vanilla in the middle, and whatever you want on top," he, too, pulled out a notebook labeled 'Prongs and Prongsette's Wedding' and began writing furiously in it.

"LILY EVANS!" Sirius full out sobbed with tears streaming down his face. "YOU HAVE MADE THIS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!" He whimpered and hugged Lily to his chest, using her hair as a makeshift handkerchief.

James sighed. "This is, like, the fifth proposal we've tried," he turned to his girlfriend/sort of fiancée who was still being crushed to Sirius' chest and sighed again. "I told you, Evans. No matter who does the asking, they'll always be there."

Sirius pulled away from Lily and wiped his face. He sniffled and cleared his throat. "I shall commence planning my bachelor party," he nodded solemnly, as if failing at having a bachelor party would be the death of many. "Come, Wormtail, we have much to discuss."

Remus squealed and threw his notebook back into his satchel. He picked Lily up in a bear hug, surprising her with his strength, and kissed her swiftly on the cheek. "You have made me the happiest man alive, future Mrs. Potter-Black-Lupin-Pettigrew!"

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Okay, wow, don't know where this one came from, but here you go. I'm not sure I'm going to post all six that I had prepared for today, since, you know, it's Christmas. Oh, MERRY CHRISTMAS{or whatever holiday you celebrate}!
TILL LATER
-Jamie