While your English professor is helping you with your essay, your pen falls under her desk. The department head chooses that moment for an impromptu meeting and you're stuck under the desk until the meeting is over. Luckily, there's a way to pass the time.

“I thought I warned you what would happen should you keep following me?” comes a hiss that makes Lily’s hair rise on end. “I recall well enough,” Lily laughs. “I simply chose not to heed the warning of a pirate.” Lightning flashes illuminating her captor from behind as their eyes lock. In a land overrun by raiders, ruffians and the all-around dastardly, Commander Lily Evans comes face to face with the myth, the legend, dread pirate Narcissa Black, third and most lethal daughter of the scourge of the Seven Seas, otherwise known as the Black Hǫnd. A fight to the death aboard Narcissa’s ship ends when the two are rudely swept overboard. Now, stranded on a deserted island, they must look back at their tumultuous (and rather titillating) past in order to face a future that’s closing in around them. Double-crossing, steamy beach-side rendevouz, magical flowers, excess of roguishness and starry-eyed dreamers. Prompt from Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling: A pirate hunter falls in love with a pirate.

Narcissa Black Malfoy has struggled to cope with a loveless marriage and turns to the use of illicit potions to bring some color back into her bleak life. Plagued by a subconscious that seems to have turned against her as her nightmares begin to cross over into her waking hours, Narcissa finds herself banished to the seaside ‘for her health’ while the shadow of a quiet divorce looms over the horizon. Haunted by the dissonance of her internal world and her outer reflections, she doesn’t expect to find her life turned fractal by the luminance that beams from Lily Evans.

Sticking you in a hotel room with Lilia was probably Agatha’s idea of amusement. Well, you were not amused. You hadn’t told anyone about the inconvenient feelings you were harboring for Lilia but Agatha had figured it out anyway and now she was having her fun. The proof was in the one bed in the hotel room. Your crush was embarrassing. You were hundreds of years younger than Lilia and your magic was an untamed maelstrom of chaos. There’s no way that she would ever want anything to do with you, aside from helping you learn to control your magic (which she only did reluctantly because, in her own words, leaving you to be trained by Agatha was a death wish for everyone in the northern hemisphere). Worse, Lilia was totally indifferent to you. Even hatred would be better than her cool indifference, because if that were the case, she might toss a few scathing remarks in your direction every now and again and you'd be able to snip back at her while secretly basking in the feeling of her attention. No press is bad press and all that.  With all that apathy, you weren’t prepared in the slightest to wake up in the dead of night with her plastered to your back. Apparently, Lilia liked to spoon. 

"Despite the sneaking around and the urgency that serve as constant reminders that this is forbidden, clandestine, there’s no denying the quiet domesticity that creeps in at the edges. That somehow plunges straight through Lily’s chest and grabs her heart with both fists making her want, and want, and want, refusing to let go no matter how hard she tries to dig it out. But, hey, things could be worse. At least she’s not in love with her. Things are totally under control, and not at all likely to blow up in her face at any moment." Lily is a smitten idiot, Narcissa is a complicated mess, and things are about as shambolic and sweet as trying to eat a sticky toffee pudding with no hands.