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constancezin · 5 hours
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Lupin family adorableness?
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meant to just do a sketch but ended up going all the way LOL anyway here’s remus and tonks with baby teddy 💕
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constancezin · 5 hours
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Jily Microfic March 28: Nostalgic
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@jilymicrofics, 130 words. On AO3. 🦡💛
Lily traces the worn edges of the faded photograph. In the picture he’s laughing, a full-body movement that still captivates her after all these years. If she concentrates, she might almost hear its echo, forever stored in her heart. His arm’s slung around her shoulders and she’s looking at him, alight with happiness.
And so horribly young. They’d only been nineteen, on their wedding day.
Her fingers itch to smooth down that unruly dark hair, which never had the chance to go grey. She closes her hand over the wedding ring hanging from the chain around her neck. The tiny clink as James’ ring meets its mate, still on her finger, where it‘s been for four long decades, is a small comfort.
He loved her enough to last a lifetime.
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constancezin · 5 hours
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Happy Birthday, James Potter!
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Celebrating with a very short drabble for @mppmaraudergirl's Alight With Happiness Married Jily Fest, a companion to To All The Kudos I've Left Before.
Read To All The Kudos I'll Leave You Next HERE!
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constancezin · 5 hours
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so much blood.
What happens when you get hit by Sectumsempra?
Written as an exercise in second person POV for the HP Fanfic Writers' Guild POV workshop.
TW: blood, injury
Read on AO3 Completed, 268 words.
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constancezin · 5 hours
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to me romiones dynamic is just hermione constantly wanting to devour ron
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constancezin · 5 hours
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hinny, hinny, hinny
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Harry y Ginny en sus 20's. Puede ser una reunión importante para las Holyhead Harpies en la que Harry presume con orgullo lo maravillosa que es su novia o alguna ceremonía importante del ministerio que los involucra por ser los salvadores del mundo mágico. No lo sé. Lo único que sé es que Harry y Ginny están enamorados. <3
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constancezin · 12 hours
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Ao3’s down so here’s a little deleted paragraph from Fulcrum about James as a child (no spoilers)
And he thrived around other children. At many of his parents’ parties and fundraisers he’d hold court with the other kids, feeling like the tether holding everything together with an invisible force. He was a natural born leader—that’s what his mother had always told him—and he took the role seriously, always brimming with the confidence and self-assuredness that came to be so entwined in everything he did.
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constancezin · 14 hours
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We always talk about Jegulus Ice skating/hokey AU, but what about Jily Hockey AU ??? What about captain of the masc team James being so much in love with captain of the fem team Lily ??? The fem team training right after the masc team, so they get to meet at least two minutes a day ???
Oh, and of course, they are in competition to know who's the best, and at first, Lily hates with all her heart James, but she ends up slow burn for him.
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constancezin · 19 hours
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i dont really like this drawing bc all of them look pretty wonky but eh art isnt supposed to be perfect or something like that
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constancezin · 19 hours
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Harry after Ginny tells him she’s pregnant
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constancezin · 19 hours
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So so soft
it's late all around, but! just adding my contributions to prompt 5: "joy" from @jilymicrofics and; day 2: "the little doe-mestic moments" of @mppmaraudergirl's alight with happiness fest. full ongoing fic (which will be completed soon) can be found in ao3. thank you, and enjoy!
ii. two weeks “Wow, it’s blessedly quiet in here.”
“I’m sorry.” James smiles anyway. “I had to distract him with birds.”
“That’s perfectly fine.”
James hears shuffling and, without even opening his eyes, gets to his feet so Lily can take over. He watches over her, making sure she’s settled and comfortable before carefully placing Harry in her waiting arms. As he backs away, he kisses the top of Lily’s head and then sits before her on the floor, crossing his legs. Seeing Lily talk to their son tenderly makes him smile—though with Harry so taken by the birds, she might as well be talking to herself, too. She shrugs off one side of the robe, revealing a pale, freckled shoulder. Then she stops and gazes at him contemplatively.
“You know,” she says, “you don’t have to stay and watch.”
“Oh.” His smile dims. “Do you want me to go—?”
“No! No, no, that’s not what I meant.” Lily sighs deeply, thinking about her next words. “It’s just… well, it’s the same as the first time, you know. And it’s nothing special or even remotely interesting—if you go back to sleep or do something else, I won’t be mad.”
“I appreciate your solicitousness,” he says, perking up. “But I don’t stay just to watch—I want to be with you and Harry and talk.”
Lily raises her brows and smiles slowly. “About?”
“Anything. Everything.”
Silence follows his words. Lily breaks it with a quiet chuckle. Then she continues, sliding the robe down to reveal more of her shoulder, chest, and then her breast. Carefully, she aligns her nipple to Harry’s lips; instinctively, he looks up at Lily and opens his mouth. She guides him to latch on, and once he does, she sighs and relaxes, patting him gently as he feeds and watches the birds.
“Lucky berk,” James says affectionately. “A meal and a show.”
“We reserve nothing but the best in this house.”
They smile at each other. James’ is the first to fall.
“Does it hurt?” he says quietly.
Lily shakes her head. “Just tugging—nothing I haven’t felt before.”
He snorts at her pointed look.
“Good,” he says after clearing his throat.
“And Harry’s gentle—yes, you are, aren’t you?”
Lily kisses the top of Harry’s head when he looks at her.
“You will tell me if it does, yeah?” James says. “Hurt, I mean?”
“Of course.”
As Harry settles against Lily, the conversation turns to topics such as the schedule for the day, what will happen next week, upcoming appointments, replenishing supplies for Harry, and what errands they need to run… it’s mundane and terribly domestic, but James won't have it any other way. An incredible feeling of peace washes over him, relaxing him way more than sleep ever could. Eventually, the conversation comes to a quiet close as he watches over his wife and son, whose lids start drooping.
Nowadays, Lily’s hair competes with his own. The robe she wears is a couple of sizes too big, and her silhouette is so straight that no one can tell her body shape. Purple smudges under her eyes make her pale complexion stand out.
But how captivating she is.
It might be the influence of being a new father or the delirium that comes with it, but at this moment—in this very quiet and still moment—she is breathtaking. His breath hitches when she moves to tuck a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Lily opens her eyes and gives him a sleepy smile.
“What?” she whispers.
He blushes, caught off guard. “What?”
“What?”
“Stop,” James laughs.
Lily’s smile widens. “Why are you looking at me?”
“Because you’re heartbreakingly beautiful.”
She stills, eyes widening as she straightens. James gazes back happily, his smile boyish and honest. It must have been clear that he is serious because Lily relaxes back into the chair and beams. James’ breath catches in his throat again.
“Well, so are you.”
“You reckon?” He runs his hands across his hair and then feels his way around his jaw. “Even with the rat’s nest hair, the eyebags, and the patchy stubble?”
“If anything, they make you hotter.”
“Oh! Well, in that case, a kiss is in order.”
Lily chuckles quietly and winks at him. “Give me a big one after this.”
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constancezin · 1 day
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pov: you’re james fleamont potter💞
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Jily Microfic March 27: Satisfied
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@jilymicrofics, 200 words. On AO3. 🦡💛 Also for @mppmaraudergirl’s Alight with happiness fest Day 5: Celebrations and Victories
They tumble into the bed, laughing. His sock is still clinging to his toes, though Lily’s busy hands are already tugging down his pants. James’ mirth turns into a soft stream of curses. He wages a fierce little war against the clasp of her bra. Finally victorious, he slides it down her arms and slings it off. The sweet satisfaction of victory fills him when he finally fills his hands with her, cupping her breasts, skin on heated skin.  
But in the next second, his satisfaction morphs into an urgent craving as her mouth latches on his neck, and the gentle scrape of her teeth only heightens the sensation. The grin Lily flashes him is wicked; the steady, feather-light trail of her fingers torturously slow.  
James throws his head back when she grips him. Her green eyes are alight with laughter.  
Remus and Sirius will bring the kids back home tomorrow. But until then, they have the whole night, just for them.  
Her teeth catch on his jaw. “Happy 30th birthday, my love,” she murmurs into the corner of his lips. “Are you ready for your present?” 
James groans and Lily leans into a hungry kiss to swallow the sound. 
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constancezin · 1 day
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Fulcrum || Read on ao3 || 1.2K Words
James Potter was used to being the center of the world as he knew it. It wasn’t by any kind of careful maneuvering or begging for attention, it was just…natural. Like breathing.
Whipped this up for James Potter Week over on Twitter. I’ve been thinking about it as a spiritual companion to Idolum, a little character study I did on Lily.
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@jilymicro-oops March Prompts!
This really got away from me let me tell you. The prompt was "Inadequate." It was supposed to be like, three paragraphs but then the characters took over and here we are.
Read under the cut!
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Inadequate is the first thought that comes to Lily Evans’s mind as she stands beside James Potter in the abandoned London alley. 
The second, disbelief. Disbelief they had been lured here so easily, that they’d allowed themselves to get caught in the first place. 
The third:
I’m going to die.
The thought strikes her like lightning, and as she stares at the man– no, the thing cornering them, she feels a surge of primal terror. Run, her mind screams at her, get out! But there’s no way out except through Lord Voldemort, boxing them in like mice in a cage. 
“Lily Evans,” he says in a cold voice, and it makes Lily want to crawl out of her skin. “And James Potter.” He examines them for what feels like years, tilting his head in curiosity. Voldemort's crimson eyes narrow, his thin lips curling into a smirk that sends shivers down Lily's spine. "You two have quite a reputation," he hisses. “Not even a year out of Hogwarts, and yet you’ve managed to catch the attention of the Dark Lord himself. A rather impressive feat.” Lily grips her wand so tightly her knuckles turn white.
“Well, we aren’t looking to impress the likes of you,” she snarls. 
Voldemort raises a brow, twirling his wand loosely between his long, pale, fingers. “Ah,” he says. “But perhaps you should. It’s the reason I haven’t killed you yet.” There’s no lie in his words, and Lily exchanges a glance with James. 
“So you brought us here for what?” James asks sharply, and Lily has to give him credit for not sounding the least bit afraid. Then Voldemort smiles, and Lily’s blood chills her to the bone. 
“I admire bravery, Potter. I admire grit.” His gaze flits over James, and Lily wants to kill him right there for even so much as looking at James. “And I believe such qualities could be of use to me.” 
Silence. 
Silence so deafening, Lily wants to scream. 
“You want us to join you,” James says. It isn’t a question. It’s a statement, not a question. “Well, it’s not much of a choice, is it,” James says drily. “I hate to have to tell you this, but you’ve wasted your time.” Voldemort shifts his gaze to James again. His smile widens, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, Potter. You see, I have a particular... incentive in mind that might sway your decision."
James squares his shoulders, his wand still held steady, despite the mounting tension in the air. "And what might that be?" he challenges, but the look in his eyes tells Lily he knows exactly what the Dark Lord means.
“Her.” Lily’s blood chills her to the bone, and she grips her wand so tightly her knuckles turn white. “Yes,” Voldemort continues softly. “Join me, and I’ll spare her life.” 
"You can't possibly expect us to believe that," James asks. Voldemort's eyes gleam. 
"I am a man of my word, Potter. Join me. You can keep your mudblood. Consider it a gesture of goodwill. I'm sure we'll find a use for her."
James's jaw clenches with anger, his fists balling at his sides. "Lily belongs to no one. And she’s not a bargaining chip.” 
“We won’t join you,” Lily says with a snarl. “Not even when hell freezes over.”
Voldemort's smile fades, replaced by a mask of cool fury. His wand hand twitches with impatience, the air around them thick with tension.
"You dare defy me?" His voice is low and dangerous, reverberating off the walls of the alley with a chilling resonance. But any trace of fear inside Lily has gone, and she squares her shoulders. 
“I think I speak for both of us when I say we’d rather die than join you.” 
And she knows. She knows. they likely will die by the end of this encounter. They’ll be the next two victims of this violent, never–ending war. But she’ll be damned if she doesn’t go out fighting. 
Voldemort's gaze narrows, his expression darkening further still. "So be it," he hisses, raising his wand with a menacing flourish, and Lily has barely a second to force herself and James to the ground as a jet of green light flies over their heads and collides with the brick wall behind them.
Lily casts a shield charm above them, keeping them from being crushed by the wall, but the shield is shattered as another killing curse blasts it, and Lily pulls James out of the trajectory, and he escapes death by mere inches. 
She’s blindly shooting curses at Voldemort now, casting any spell that comes to mind, and James follows suit, but their attacker is relentless, each curse aimed at them more powerful than the last. 
“We’ve got to get out of here!” James shouts over the chaos, and Lily nods in agreement, breathing heavily between each curse and defensive spell she casts.
“I know!” She cries, and she’s about to grasp his hand and disapparate, when another blast of dark magic rushes towards them, and she and James are sent flying before they can react. Pain radiates throughout her entire body, and it’s like her chest is on fire. To make things even worse Lily’s wand slips from her grasp from the force of the impact, and when she forces herself up onto her knees, heaving, she casts a desperate glance to James, only to see him empty handed as well. 
He meets her eyes, pale as a ghost, and Lily’s heart sinks right to the ground. They're defenseless now, facing one of the most powerful dark wizards of their time with nothing but their wits.
"We need to find cover!" James shouts, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of spells and destruction raining down upon them. Lily nods, choking on the smoke in the air. She glances around, and she wants to sob with relief as she spots the tiniest passageway between buildings to their right. 
Follow me!" she cries, seizing James's hand and pulling him up off the ground and towards the opening. They dash through the cramped corridor, dodging curses and debris as they go, their breath coming in ragged gasps.
But just as they reach the end of the passageway, they're met with a solid brick wall, blocking their path to freedom. Lily's heart sinks as she realizes they've reached a dead end.
"We're trapped," James coughs, and he meets Lily’s eyes. The walls around them shake as Voldemort blasts his way to them slowly, almost deliberately. 
Lily really does sob this time as their death comes ever closer, and she feels James take her hand.
“It’s okay, Lil,” he rasps. “It’s okay.” 
It’s not, and he knows it, but she allows him to pull her to him in a crushing embrace, and she hugs him back just as tightly. 
This might really be it for them. 
She thinks of her friends. Of her parents and sister. 
She wishes she could have said goodbye.
Around them, the alley trembles as Voldemort inches closer, his dark presence casting a shadow over what’s sure to be their final moments.
But then a faint glimmer of light catches Lily's eye, and she inhales sharply as she sees a tiny crack in the brickwork, barely visible. But it’s there, and with a surge of desperation, she reaches out and presses against the wall, her fingers searching for purchase on the rough surface.
“Help me!” her voice comes out strangled, and James gets her meaning immediately, pressing his hands against the wall and pushing with all his might. 
Lily’s never done wandless magic before, but she’s desperate, and as she focuses all her willpower on the crack in the wall, she feels a surge of magic coursing through her veins. With a burst and a cry of determination, she channels that magic into her fingertips, willing the brickwork to yield to their desperate bid for escape. James does the same, and miraculously, the bricks shift, crumble, and a hole just wide enough for the two of them opens out into the busy street on the opposite side. 
Gasping for breath, Lily and James stumble out of the narrow opening, blinking against the sudden brightness of the street. If anyone notices them, they don’t acknowledge it, instead focusing on themselves and winding their way through the crowds. 
“Keep moving,” Lily says breathlessly, stumbling forward. “Just– keep moving.”
“Where do we go?” James asks, and he grasps onto Lily’s hand, pulling her into the hordes of people, away from the hole that’s sealed itself back up. “We don’t have wands. We can’t disapparate.”
“I know,” Lily says in a strangled voice. “We could go to the ministry? But no, I don’t trust–” she breaks off into a coughing fit, chest hurting, and she wonders what injuries she may have inside her in addition to the cuts and gashes and bruises that litter her skin.
“St. Mungos,” James says abruptly, and Lily looks up at him. “Andromeda Tonks works there. She can help us. Help us contact someone. Dumbledore, or Moody, or something.”
Lily nods, and though she trusts them about as much as she does the ministry, it’s their best bed. James pulls her along, holding her hand tightly, and Lily’s chest gets another burst of pain as they move towards the hospital, her heart racing. 
Something is wrong. 
They eventually reach the hospital, and when they do, they push through the bustling entry, ignoring the medi–witch at the desk. 
Then, suddenly, there she is–Andromeda, her familiar features etched with concern as she rushes towards them, her healer's robes billowing behind her.
"What are you–" she begins in a stern voice, but then her eyes widen in shock at the sight of them, bloodied and bruised, but alive. "What happened?"
“We need help,” Lily wheezes, and James catches her before she hits the ground. 
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@jilymicrofics March Prompt 26: Revolted
On a roll today folks. No I'm not avoiding homework why do you ask?
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Lily is revolted. 
Utterly disgusted at the report in her hands. She crumples it and casts it into the fire in front of her, anger thundering through her veins. 
A muggleborn registration. 
A muggleborn registration!
She shoots up from her chair, and begins pacing around the sitting room, fuming, raking her hands through her hair, knocking into things without a second thought, rage blinding her to any other feeling. How was this happening? How was it just– glass shatters around her, and she looks at the window, now gone, reduced to shards. She clenches her fists and kneels, pulling her wand out of her pocket, mending the window. 
As Lily's wand flicks through the air, the broken pieces of glass knit back together seamlessly, the window restored to its former state. Yet, the fury raging within her shows no signs of abating. She remains kneeling, closing her eyes and pressing her palms into her eyes. Then a voice reaches her ears.
"Lily?" James' concerned tone echoes throughout the room, drawing her back from the edge of her rage.
She opens her eyes to find her husband kneeling beside her, his expression filled with worry and compassion. For a moment, the two of them just look at each other, and then without a word, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
For a moment, Lily simply leans into him, allowing his presence to anchor her, to soothe the storm that’s been raging inside her from the moment this war started.
“I know,” James says softly. “I know, Lily.” 
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Why did her parentage matter? Why did she have to spend all her energy fighting a war at the age of only nineteen?
“I’m just tired, James,” Lily says softly. “How much longer will we have to keep going at this?” James doesn’t answer right away, and Lily lets him formulate the words that are no doubt whirling in his mind. 
“As long as it takes,” he whispers. Lily swallows.
“As long as it takes,” she repeats, and James nods stiffly, still holding her against him. 
“It’ll be over soon,” he says. “It has to be.” 
It’ll be over soon. 
One way or another.
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Prompt: 27. Satisfied
Just a small microfic to celebrate James' bday!!
James sighed, completely satisfied with how his life had turned out to be. Sure, it had taken a lot of work to get there. He had experience a significant amount of pain, both in the form of heartache and an infinite amount of hexes, but finally he was here. Standing at the altar, his brother-in-everything-but-blood Sirius beside him as his best man. The other marauders, all of his friends and family were there for him on the happiest day of his life. He had finally gotten the girl. Lily looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven, with her fiery gaze and beautiful red hair moving around her like a halo. Oh, did he love Lily Evans (soon to be Potter!) so much.
- Word count: 124, @jilymicrofics
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