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I'm a newbie! Here to pimp out a peice of work 
rhapsody and I are working on.
What: Livejournal fiction, with writing, photographs [credit gettyimages, manipulated by
jadestellar27, and artwork [by 
glockgal]
Title: Our True Love Ways
Genre romance, but it's basically just a chronicle of their lives, so it's not completely romance.
Pairing: Lily/James
Summary When he went down to breakfast, though, he ate four pancakes, twowaffles, and six pieces of bacon. He also helped himself to twoservings of eggs. The waffles had blueberries in them, and he made sureto slather his pancakes with syrup (a decision he immediatelyregretted, though he plowed on through them ‘till all that was left wasa puddle of brown syrup in his plate). His mother commented that he wasquite voracious this morning, and he smiled wanly back and hoped thathe didn’t puke anytime soon. His father was reading the Daily Prophet,as usual, and James felt a rising panic at the fact that the owl posthad already arrived. What if that meant they weren’t sending a letter?Did they usually send letters in the morning or at night? It was kindof mean to make them wait so long to see it, though, wasn’t it?
Rating: G
Not an LJ cut, but the fic is here:
ourtrueloveways. If this isn't allowed, just tell me and I'll change it (:
rhapsody and I are working on.What: Livejournal fiction, with writing, photographs [credit gettyimages, manipulated by
jadestellar27, and artwork [by glockgal]Title: Our True Love Ways
Genre romance, but it's basically just a chronicle of their lives, so it's not completely romance.
Pairing: Lily/James
Summary When he went down to breakfast, though, he ate four pancakes, twowaffles, and six pieces of bacon. He also helped himself to twoservings of eggs. The waffles had blueberries in them, and he made sureto slather his pancakes with syrup (a decision he immediatelyregretted, though he plowed on through them ‘till all that was left wasa puddle of brown syrup in his plate). His mother commented that he wasquite voracious this morning, and he smiled wanly back and hoped thathe didn’t puke anytime soon. His father was reading the Daily Prophet,as usual, and James felt a rising panic at the fact that the owl posthad already arrived. What if that meant they weren’t sending a letter?Did they usually send letters in the morning or at night? It was kindof mean to make them wait so long to see it, though, wasn’t it?
Rating: G
Not an LJ cut, but the fic is here:
ourtrueloveways. If this isn't allowed, just tell me and I'll change it (:
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