#LAYLOM Fic

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my fics <3

hp/marauders

1. lay all your love on me - jegulily

2. oh, your love is sunlight - jegulus

3. about you - wolfstar, jegulus, marylily

4. the queen's gambit - wolfstar, jily, marylily, jegulus

5. you're too sweet for me - jily, jegulus, marylily

bungou stray dogs

1. écoute, chérie. - soukoku & shin soukoku

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[athenasparrow]

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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Seventeen | Beginning

Prompt: strong Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

CW: more chats (and arguments) about the non-consensual exploits of one drunken Lily Evans

The unpleasantness he’d swallowed rears its ugly head in his throat, almost coming up all over the maroon carpet as he takes in the sight in front of him.

Lily’s hunched over — knees on plush carpet, forehead against the curved arm of the couch — small and delicate as she shakes, each tremor tearing through James’ heart with far more vigour than sounds ever could. 

It’s rare for James to feel out of depth when someone needs support; he lets his happiness seep out and crawl over Sirius (forced to endure his family), Remus (cursed to withstand the painful effects of an ostracised condition) and Peter (an insecure lad on a good day). 

He’s comforted Lily before; he knows how she’ll fight the hug — stubborn even in despair — before slumping into him. He’s never before wanted to hold her so badly while the crushing force of guilt pushes with equal measure to keep his feet planted where she’s out of reach.

He starts easy. “I’m sorry for Sirius; he was out of line.”

She starts — unaware of his presence — and the spear of guilt strikes deeper into his heart at the sight of her crumbled spirit.

“And most of all, I’m sorry,” James whispers as his voice escapes him, stuck in his throat as he hangs his head. “I am so so so sorry, Lily.”

“You’re sorry?” It’s chocked, but incredulous nonetheless. 

“Yes!” James blurts, moving to kneel before her, hands pausing — outstretched and shaking — before falling to his sides least he breaches the invisible barrier of trust yet again. He’s never been desperate for anything like he is for Lily to believe he’s sorry. 

She’s shaking her head and James has a moment of terrible ache where he thinks she might tell him she doesn’t want to see him ever again — fair of her, but devastating still — before her words escape. “I’m sorry, James. Me.”

As she shakes her head, a terrible ache settles in James’ stomach; she’s going to tell him to leave, she’s going to never want to see him, she’s —”

“ I’m sorry, James.”

He blinks at her; the surprise is paralysing before a fire ignites his fierce words. “You don’t owe me any apology!” He shakes his head so furiously his glasses slide down his nose. He shoves them back onto his face so he can look Lily in the eyes. She doesn’t owe him anything.

“Yes, I do!” Lily finds fight in her indignance, eyes sparking alive at his apparent stupidity. “It’s completely the other way around, James! You don’t owe me one!”

He gapes, astounded. What world was she living in? “Lily, I really, really do.”

“But you haven’t done anything!” Her voice pitches in exasperation before her face falls — quickly covered by her hands — and it’s only because he’s moved closer in their argument that he catches her muffled words. “Not like me.”

“That’s exactly the point… I did nothing !” It escapes quiet and broken — he’s disgusted with himself — as the pool of sorrow that’s been threatening to overflow since Sirius left makes its first escape, dashing down his cheek.

“No, James! How can you think that? I’m the one who…” She wrings her hands as she alternates between staring him fiercely in the eyes and boring a shame-faced hole in the carpet. 

“It’s not your fault!” James pleads. Why can’t she just listen? “Lily, you were —”

“— Smashed! Plastered! Yeah, and I came into your room and assaulted — oh Merlin” 

“You didn’t assault me!” James insists. He might laugh at the idea if he wasn’t in the shadowy depths of guilt. “You were drunk Lily, you had no idea —”

“That doesn’t excuse what I did, James!”

“I was sober, it’s my fault Lily!” “It is not! ” She emerges from her vulnerable cocoon like a butterfly in flames as she pokes him in the chest for good measure. There’s a tiny part of James that’s happy she isn’t curled in on herself anymore even if she’s spouting nonsense. 

“ Well, it sure as hell isn’t yours! ” He does not poke her in the chest, but the urge to shake her until she stops blaming herself is there.

Lily stares at him. A beat of silence passes. “Would you be saying that if the situation was reversed?” She’s quiet again, but her voice stays firm. Stubborn witch.

“That’s different!” His guilt only grows as he wonders if he should ever get truly smashed in her presence.

“It’s not! Which is why this is my fault! James, I got drunk and came and did all sorts of things you never consented to, I —”

“And you’re saying you consented?” James almost laughs — he seems to be doing that a lot; she’s making such ridiculous statements. “Lily, I was sober, I should have stopped —”

“I shouldn’t even have been there!”

James pauses and looks at her. She’s flushed, wide-eyed and tear-stained. “You don’t have to be sorry, Lily,” he murmurs. “And it is different.”

“It’s not!” She raises her chin stubbornly. “Are you saying you’d think it my fault if you turned up drunk in my bed?”

“Of course not!” James protests at once. “But I could have stopped you and I didn’t. That’s why it’s on me.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth, but James powers on. “I’m not saying it would be the same the other way around because it is different. Lily, I’m bigger and stronger than you; you turned up drunk without your wand,” — in his pause, he realises she’s listening now — “Lily, I could have easily just picked you up, carried you back to your room and fetched you a sobering potion — that’s why it’s on me. I let you keep going, knowing that it wasn’t something you’d want to do sober.” He heaves a dry inhale to control the tremble in his throat. “Do you see now? It’s my fault”

“No, James you don’t understand!” She’s crying again, tears renewed as she reaches for him before drawing her hand back like her fingers touched a flame. “This is me! I’m the one who has all these uncontrolled feelings and I’m the one who has let it spiral out of control! Me, James!” She’s laughing now — unhappy and slightly unhinged as she continuous deliriously — “I thought they might pass, but they haven’t, I mean the sex dreams should have been a hint I had lost complete control, but on I went, determined to —”

“— Feelings and sex dreams?” Can you choke and die on nothing but air? 

“I know, right?” He really doesn’t.

“Arhhgggle —” His world is spinning. He’s dizzy from a realisation dancing just out of reach. He can’t speak. He can’t think.

Lily doesn’t seem to take his momentary brain malfunction into consideration — or perhaps she thinks he’s suffering a stroke; he certainly feels like it. Words float through his ears as he gapes at her. Entirely pathetic — unfair — hurt you — in love with you — fuck it up. 

“Wait what?” His brain slugs into gear as I’m in love with you rings in his head like a choir.

“What?” Lily frowns at him.

“You’re in love with me?” James is in disbelief. 

“Yes, don’t you see James, this is why it’s all my fault, I —”

“You’re in love with me. ” The laugh escapes him this time as the choir reaches a joyous song.

She shrinks under his stare as she folds back into herself. “I know I deserve it, but you can stop making fun.” 

“Making fun? Merlin, Lily.” A second delighted laugh escapes his lips until its touch makes her flinch; he stomps on his excitement so he can fucking speak. 

His calloused fingers brush her soft ones gently. “Lily.”

She looks up. James brushes the fresh tears off her skin, thumb dusting her cheek. “I’m so sorry James.” She closes her eyes as she — unconsciously, James thinks — leans into his palm. 

“I love you too.” Her eyes fly open like his words have reached into the heavens and brought a bolt of lightning through her spine. 

“What?” It’s a trembling whisper, carried to James’ ears only by the silence of the common room. 

“I, James Potter love you, Lily Evans.” The first time James kisses Lily, it’s wet and salty, tears of grief turn to relief as he presses into her with the desperation of a man who found water after days in the desert. He drinks in the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her until he cups her cheek — forehead pressed to forehead — and just breathes.

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[tacom-literatureu-blog]

For people who are trying to get into writing fics of the quality and length of the tacomlu, do you have any tips?

Oh dear.

Okay I'm going to be totally honest. The TACOMLU was not supposed to be as long and convoluted as it is now. Originally it was going to be a trilogy- one story in each of the major SMP's. That very obviously changed, and for a few reasons.

I think what's most important outside of the writing aspect, is to have someone just as coco bananas about the source material as you. Without @chambers003 ,I never would've done all this. The story would've stopped at OLS. But they gave me so many ideas, and opened up all sorts of possibilities. So get yourself a friend who'll hype you up.

For actual writing though, my biggest problem has always been a lack of source material. There were a lot of droughts between streams on the DreamSMP that made writing it difficult. That's how the In The Heights arc happened! It's one of my favorite arcs!

So don't be afraid to get creative, snd pull inspiration from random places. Irl experiences, TV shows, books, something you heard from a friend, anything really.

Don't be afraid of big words, simple words, or flowery words either.

Writing is a learn as you go type deal. My writing from OLS is WAY different to LAYLOM, and I have to remind myself that's a good thing.

Oh! Read actual books! I know a lot of fic authors who read only fic. Believe it or not, I'm actually not a big fic reader myself. I've only read maybe 4 fics? (Passerine, DATD, ATUS, and The Hermit Archives. I'll read dramaturgy eventually). But read ACTUAL books! Graphic novels! Books for 2nd graders! Textbooks! To write, you gotta read.

Also, don't focus on the numbers if you're posting somewhere. I focus way too hard on comments, and get in my own head a lot. Just because not a lot of people comment after you've just had days worth of comments doesn't mean you're doing something wrong. But also it's okay to feel bummed out about it! Just don't let being bummed out define you.

That's all I got homie :] I wish you the best of luck with whatever you're writing! Sorry I'm not too good at advice, Chambers is my logistics guy o7 - Patton

#tacomlu #hope that was okay :]

[practicecourts]

Oh yes, how about "meet me at midnight!"

Ah, thanks, that one has a clear answer! 🥳

so the question is what inspired me to write Meet Me At Midnight.

meet me at midnight was inspired by looking up the hidden song on Alanis Morissette’s jagged little pill on Spotify. it’s the song that starts at 5.16 or something (You oughta know comes first)

cut because the rest got LONG

The song is about discovering a note when she secretly enters her lovers house. about that letter that sits on the desk

*it said hello love, I miss you so love, meet me at midnight, and no it wasn’t my writing* (around 7.15 and it is HAUNTING, truly)

well… that combined perfectly with my jily challenge prompt (you receive a note and are shocked by what you see so you immediately rip it or vanish it, without reading all of it) .

funny thing nobody probably cares about, but I wanted to listen to that song on repeat, BUT you can’t tell Spotify to just loop a part of a song (or if you can I didn’t find out how) which then made me listen to polished acoustic version (your house on spotify) - it’s not the same ;( the slow guitar just makes it into something the original is not… literal chills that one, the other mwah… 😂 sorry Alanis

I must admit that Jagged Little Pill gives me a whole lot of writing vibes. And the Your House song lyrics… might be something that could sprinkle a more smutty fic as well (waving @athenasparrow for sprinkles mixed angst & smut you might have use of in LAYLOM 🤣😘)

#Ask me stuff #oneshot ask game

[scientiastudy]

Important LAYLOM Update!

So, as many of you know, I originally never meant for LAYLOM to be a series as it was supposed to be just a one-shot. This has meant chapter planning, plot, background, research and the like have all been being done on the fly. I normally enjoy planning my works more, so making it into a 30,000 word full length fic has been difficult. I've just found that I'm not happy with the quality of work I'm producing, and I think a lot of things need to be edited and overhauled before I can continue so I can put out the best content I can. As a result, LAYLOM will be on a (hopefully short) hiatus as I edit chapters and try to storyboard exactly where I want the plot to go. I know this is not what any reader wants to hear, but I hope that this will help me make better content for you guys and the community at large.

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[creativemessbyvd]

Chapter 2 of Lay All Your Love On Me, a Mamma Mia! Hobbit AU is UP! Read it on AO3!

Chapter Summary:

Frodo reveals his plans to his cousins Merry and Pippin, while the awaited guests start their journey to the Hotel.

Also, a wrote about the worldbuilding for this fic on another post if you are interested! Check it on my blog or through this link!

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[athenasparrow]

Playing 100 Kudos Ask Game for THIS FIC!!!

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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Eleven | Beginning

Prompts: shine Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“Occlumency?” 

James starts as the hefty book is stolen from his lap by the red-haired goddess he shares a dorm with. Not that she’s a goddess because of any subjective feelings he might have towards her. It’s just a fact; anyone in the castle would agree. 

Lily gently turns her bottom lip over between her teeth as her eyes quickly take in the contents of the page. James tries not to think about how her lips would feel on his – or anywhere else.

“Why are you learning occlumency?” Shining green eyes regard him curiously. They're objectively beautiful in an entirely platonic way.

Because every night I fall asleep and dream about making you scream. “I think it will be useful for the war.”

“And is the practice coming along?” Lily prods, flipping through the chapter. James is relieved she’s taken his excuse – it’s not a complete lie; it will be helpful during the war – and not pushed until he (inevitably) spilled.

“Sirius helps me sometimes,” James reveals. “I suppose I’m just reading until I go home and see him again.” 

“Alright.” Lily nods. “Let me know if you need a potion for the headache.”

“I wi– how do you know about the headaches?”

Lily hesitates. Glances away from his eyes for a moment and suddenly James knows exactly how she knows before she confirms it. “Severus started learning it in fifth year, right before we…” She trails off and looks rather uncomfortable.

“Right,” James says, his own mood souring at the thought. “Well seeing as I’m not keen on spending any time with Snape – no offence – I guess I’ll stick with reading until I see Sirius again. 

Lily hesitates again and opens her mouth, wrinkling her nose (in a completely un-adorable way, not that he's thinking about her adorability) and pursing her lips.

“What?” James

“I can help you practise if you want…I know the spell.”

Lily straddling his hips, bouncing as he guides her hips. His fingers threading through red hair as her lips bob up and down his shaft. Her soft sighs as James licks up her dripping lips. Lily in a white dress James found in one of his mother’s muggle fashion magazines. Lily mouthing three little words to him through a brilliant grin.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Right.” Her voice is tight now. James drags his mind from dreams to the face in front of him. She’s flushes, looking at the floor as she snatches her bag up, placing his book on the low table in front of him.

“Wait, Lily I –”

“It’s fine James, I get it. You need someone you trust.”

Even though every word she speaks is accurate, something is still dreadfully, incredibly, entirely, wrong.

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[athenasparrow]

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Trying out the word come, you're welcome @practicecourts LOL! We'll see how it sits with me! So far, no problems 🤣

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Nineteen | Beginning

Prompt: satisfy Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“I’m so angry with you.” He towers over her, squashing her between his body and the wall and suddenly she doesn’t care for luxuries like lung function and personal space; she wants him to press against her until she turns to ash – burnt and dusty from the blazing heat of his body. 

“Bite me, Potter.” He's irate, but she’s not sorry. Not one bit.

She doesn’t actually expect him to close the distance between them and sink his teeth into her lower lip as he slams her — his hand cups the back of her head — into the rickety wall, pressing flush against her until she can feel him – hard, throbbing, desperate – between her legs. 

“So fucking furious.” Bruising kisses punctuate his fierce words. She responds by tugging him harshly; nips at his lip until he opens his mouth just enough that she can steal his tongue between her lips and gently suck until she pulls a deep moan from his throat.

His arousal prods her, as unrelenting as his lips that continue their mission to cover every inch of her.

Suddenly he’s inside her — knickers torn and discarded on the old oak floor — driving his hips hard enough there’s sure to be imprints on her back to compliment the bruises that will colour her hips. The low curse that falls from his lips sends Lily spinning, colours whizzing before her eyes before she’s grounded by his smug voice inches from her ear.

“You’re going to come.”

She attempts to glare at him — it’s somewhat ruined when her eyes roll back in her head as his deft fingers find her nipples — and has to wait out the whine that leaves her mouth before she can properly respond with a scoff and “Think you can make me, Potter?”

James groans and presses his forehead against hers, breath warm on her face. Two years is enough time for him to perfect his dance – to know her body as well as he knows his own. She knows it. He knows it. But they wouldn’t be Lily and James if she didn’t push when he pulled – to be contrary, just for fun .

His cock twitches inside her — he’s close too  — and he growls softly into her ear, fingers digging into her breasts as he twists the sensitive buds between his fingers. It’s sharp and almost painful. She gives him a retaliatory squeeze.

But he wins when his fingers skim her clit — trailing the juices of her arousal from where they’re joined — and her thighs begin to tremble and squeeze his hips. James thrusts hard and fast, hands grasping the milky flesh of her arse, grinding into her dripping cunt hard enough Lily briefly wonders if the wall against her back will hold. 

The thought is fleeting; hot white pleasure unfurls low in her belly and moves up to her chest. She arches her back to release the tension and lets out a slow moan. "That's it, baby. Let go." Another wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her shaking and weak; completely at mercy to the sweet muttering coming from his lips before he skinks completely into her, the hot spurts of his own pleasure filling her as a satisfied groan sounds deep in his throat. 

She’ll have to explain herself, but for now, she’ll just float in the bliss.

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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Ten | Beginning

Prompts: dark Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“Morning?” It’s more of a question than he intends, but he can’t blame himself too much; it’s been a rough few days of heartache and tears – and they’re just teetering on the edge of a precipice they might recover from.

They’ve gone from fiery and argumentative, to teasing and friends, to awkward and crying on each other in the middle of the night, to entirely heartbroken that he might never talk to her again, to tentative friends – they could do it this time, he’s sure of it, he’ll make sure of it  – and he won’t let anything happen to their fragile happy existence. 

She’s smiling again and meeting his eyes – hopeful and beautiful instead of skittish and upset – and she has a certain glow about her in the morning. Has she slept as well as him after the weight of their misunderstanding has lifted?

He knows what the core issue of their problems over the past two weeks is and it’s him. His uncontrolled body has led to each awkward moment, each avoided glance, each tear shed. He had been the cause of all of her pain – whether she would admit it was his fault or not – and he wishes he could take every single one back. He wishes the feel of her body pressed up against him didn’t drive his wildest dreams into chaos and suddenly find his physical impulses torn from his rational mind.

The guilt is heaviest after red hair and green eyes appear during moments of whirling pleasure; the ecstasy he claims from her plump lips tight around his cock. Their friendship is off to a rather terrible start; Lily deserved a friend who didn’t have the image of her naked cunt burned into the back of his eyelids every time he went to sleep.

So James knows one thing: if he is to be friends with Lily Evans – head girl, smartest witch in their year and most brilliant human he’s met – he has to properly get over her. He has to take his love for her and repress it so much that it will fit in a tiny box – a box that can be crushed between his fingers and thrown into the deepest recess of his mind.

“Morning,” he says instead as she stops shyly in front of him. He breathes through his mouth because he knows she’s wearing her muggle perfume that will make him think things and he is absolutely, 100% dedicated to getting over his friend. 

“Are you sick?” He didn’t think his change in breathing would merit her curiosity. 

“No, I’m fine,” James manages innocently enough. At least fine in the way you’re asking.

“Right,” Lily frowns casting one last look over him. “Walk me to breakfast?”

“Love to!” James answers. He’s quite proud it comes out as normal and not at all eager. He carries her bag because his mother raised him that way. Not because he has any sort of improper or unfriendly feelings towards the Head Girl. Because that was going to stop. It had to; they are friends . 

James will find a way to get over her and they will go down in Hogwarts A History as the friendliest friends that have ever friended. He’s sure of it.

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[athenasparrow]

Update! @jilymicrofics Thanks for returning some sprinkles @practicecourts - here are some of them for whenever you catch up with this xx

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Eighteen | Beginning

Prompt: glow Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“Do you like it? I put in on just for you.”

A horrible sense of deja vu slams into James as he whips his head up to peer at his dark doorway – eyes strain to make sense of the form in the shadow. A moment later, a breath escapes him as he looks at Lily –  his Lily – as she enters the room. 

It’s immediately obvious she’s sober; the tentative way she walks, the way her hands wring nervously. James congratulates himself on noticing any of this when she’s standing in his Quidditch Jersey – just his jersey – in his room, completely by choice and without a drop of firewhisky in her system.

“Is this alright?” She tugs at the hem of the large shirt as she pulls her lip between her teeth uncertainly. He vaguely acknowledges – through the fog of admiration – that she must have nicked his shirt, before he also realises he hasn’t said a bloody word and her face is beginning to fall. 

“More than alright, sorry you rendered me speechless for a moment…you’re so…well I don’t think beautiful even begins to do you justice.”

She flushes prettily, ducking her head down as she shifts her weight. 

“Want to come here?” He holds the cover of his duvet open for her; looks on in disbelief as she scurries to his bed quickly, slipping under the cover until she’s close – but still much too far away – enough to smell. He inhales deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring at her scent.

“I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to joke about, but, well, I umm, I want you to know I do still want to be here even when I’m not smashed.”

“It’s not too soon,” James assures her. “I was just very distracted.” He trails his fingers along the boundary of fabric and skin.

“You’re not without distractions yourself.” She glances down at his bare chest, biting her lip. “May I?”

“Yeah.” He nearly stops breathing as her nails trace a soft pattern down his abs. “Can I touch you ?

“Please.” It’s whispered a breath from his mouth as she leans in to capture his lips. 

The third time they kiss it’s slow and sensual, new and familiar all at once. James thinks he could call her lips home, could greet dawn and dusk attached to them; taste them until he runs out of oxygen.

“Is here okay?” He whispers as they part briefly. Just long enough to let their heavy breaths mingle together. His larger hand slips up, lightly caressing the swell of her arse.

“James.”

“Yeah?” He stills his hand, ready to backtrack at one word from her.

“Everywhere is okay.” 

“Me too.” He squeezes the flesh of her before flattening his palm and pulling her flush against him. He slips his hand up to her back, supporting her as he flips them over so he can hover over her, one forearm holding his weight while the other hand learns the map of her skin. Lips crash together again, more desperate this time; tongues slip past parted lips.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he cups her through his jersey. Her nipples rise like bread as he teases her through the thick material of his jumper, before sliding it up so he can devour her breasts with no barrier.

He throbs wildly against his underwear as she lets out her first whimper at the feel of his lips. 

“You’re perfect.” He tells her. She is. She’s like a goddess laid out before him, fanned red hair on the pillow adding to her ethereal glow.

“Are you wet for me Lils?” He ventures in a daring whisper, groaning as her eyes snap open to look at him, pupils blown.

“Why don’t you find out?” It’s an invitation James doesn’t need twice. His fingers trace her through her knickers – pulling another delicious whine from her lips – before he slips under to her soaking flesh, lightly skimming up and down as he gets a feel for her.

“Shit, you are .” Lily is breathless as he circles her clit, dipping his fingers inside of her to spread the juices of her arousal. He pulls one more breathless cry before pushing the fabric up so he can pepper kisses across her naval. “Can I please taste you?”

She props herself up on her elbows – brow furring into a minuscule frown that means she’s nervous – as her eyes dart over his face, so James waits, pressing one gentle kiss on each side of her belly button. “You can change your mind,” he reminds her. “We don’t have to continue if you’re not comfortable, I –”

“It’s not that!” She bites her lip. “I want to continue…I just haven’t done this before.”

His eyebrows knit as he recalls the months Lily spent with Alden Fawley. She must read his confusion – guess what he’s thinking about – because she flushes slightly. “I thought you guys…I heard you got caught in…” He fumbles, unsure if he wants to think about the night he’d overheard that particular tidbit of gossip.

“Yeah, we did. I’ve done the fingering and the sex, just not this .”

James feels an irrational surge of possession that he’ll be her first if she’ll let him.

“Well you look delicious,” he says truthfully, glancing down at the wet spot visible through her knickers. “I really want to taste you, but only if you want to too.”

She holds his gaze for a moment before her expression softens, she lifts her hips with a moaned assent and a whispered I trust you ,  humming as James pulls her knickers down, sucking the inside of her thigh before – unable to resist the pull of the delectable looking feast in front of him –  leaning into the wetness between her legs so he can properly devour her.

She’s wet and shaking and oh so sensitive. James exploits each moan with a swipe of his tongue as he drives her closer and closer to ecstasy. He ignores the ache and throb of his own desire as he buries his face into her, groaning alongside her when her thighs begin to tremble, squeezing his head tight between her legs as her fingers pull at threads of his hair.

James keeps a gentle pressure on her – lets her hips guide her pleasure – until her fingers push at his head instead of pulling him closer. He plants one parting kiss on her wet lips before trailing gentle open-mouthed kisses up her body until he can kiss her again.

“You’re really good at that.”

Pride fills him to the brim, escaping in a soft bashful smile. “I’m glad you thought so.”

Lily pulls him down, lips moving slower this time, but no less sensually, as her hands skim tracks of fire down his abs. He sucks in a breath when she traces the outline of his erection through his pants; her lips stretch to a smirk as she squeezes him.

His brain clouds as her hand slips past his waistband – all he can remember is repeating her name over and over again – until she scoots down, rubbing the head of his cock against her soft folds. “Lils, you feel so good.”

“I want to feel more of you,” she confesses, letting the head of his cock rest at her entrance in invitation. 

“Fuck.” He sinks into her  – she’s wet, warm and all-consuming – swallowing her moan as his pelvis grinds into her. “I won’t last long,” he confesses, flushed. “Are you on the potion? I’m sorry, you –”

“Don’t be sorry, James.” She squeezes around him. His eyes flutter closed. “I’ve on the potion; you can finish inside.”

“I want to get you there again,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you like.”

“Circles,” Lily guides his hips until she’s whining after every stroke, “and can you…” she gestures at her breast as she trails off into a low moan. He cups her breast, thumb teasing her nipple as he alternates between watching her face and the place their bodies join. “Mouth,” she requests, arching her chest into him.

James sucks the pebbled flesh between his lips,  flicking his tongue over her. It’s all she needs to crash into pleasure – juices gushing around his cock as she sighs in his ear – and that is all he needs to follow, throbbing inside her quivering walls as he releases into her, hips stuttering, eyes fluttering, breath short in gasps. 

“I love you.” His heart sings when she echoes his words. The first time they bask in the afterglow it’s sleepy and sweet, murmurs of sweet nothings float between them, fingers link and brush against each other and they’re happy. For now.

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Chapter Fourteen | Beginning

Prompts: hot Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“So what you’re saying is you suck at being her friend,” Sirius surmises, popping a biscuit in his mouth. “I dunno what you needed to fight for though, a simple shag would have been a much better way to —”

“Shut up, Pads.” James grunts. “That’s not what I want anymore.” Sirius’ disbelieving eyebrow — high, arched and haughty — lets James know his brother hasn’t bought his attempt. If only Sirius believed his lies as readily as James accepted his own.

“You don’t really think Lily is practising Dark Magic though, do you Prongs?” Remus — sometimes the only voice of reason in their dorm — prods gently.

“Well no, but —”

“Do you think she knows that?”

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She burns as she wakes, the ghost of his tongue on her thighs — close but not enough — and the ache of a thousand rivers of lava between her legs. She’s damp and hot: knickers, tank top and hair. Fuck James Potter and his stupid fit body, his annoyingly charming smile and just frustrating…well, everything.

She’s insulted the Universe somehow because it’s decided she’s to have feelings — holding hands in Hogsmeade, fucking against a wall and sweet whispered love kind of feelings — that will lead to nothing but unrequited love and her already aching heart shattering. 

She can’t think about another boy; broad shoulders, hazel eyes and ruffled hair consume her mind every moment she closes her eyes. She can’t escape, she can’t get rest; he’s always there — even in her darkest moments of peaceful sleep.

The bitter cold of the shower quashes her arousal — it’s only temporary, she knows — as she rinses the sweat and thoughts down the drain. She hopes any more thoughts of James spiral down the vortex by the drain, but her hopes aren’t high. When she’s clean, the tingling between her legs already returning, she grabs her cloak — ignores her humming arousal — and slips quietly out of her room.

She’s down the corridor in minutes — no Prefect will question the Head Girl out at midnight — and slips behind the tapestry she’d once caught Sirius — red-handed and unabashed — stashing firewhisky. The bottle weighs in her robes as she hurries back, unstoppering it as soon as she’s behind the safety of her dorm. Lips purse around glass; she takes a swig.

He doesn’t trust her, she doesn’t catch his stare lingering anymore. The despair pierces a dark hole in her thoughts; vision blurs as she downs one liquid while her eyes shed another.

She remembers the hope of it all when she’d begun to admire him — sparkling hazel eyes, soft quirking lips always pulled in a grin — and how the hope slowly died — like leaves heading into winter — once his intentions became clear: they were better off as friends .

For the first few weeks there had been a spark of hope every time their arms brushed in the hallway — she’d wonder what he would do if she’d touched him then and there. Dropped her books and kissed him, leaned over a boiling cauldron to press her lips to kiss.  She’d watched him for ages in the beginning, wishing he was waiting down the hallway for her; up against the wall with her. 

But they had to keep everything professional, then friendly. The friendliest friends ever. 

She takes another swig, welcoming the blackness that comes with it as she searches for the happiness she knows she’ll find after half the bottle is gone.

Why in Merlin’s name did she ever think she and James Potter could be friends?

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Chapter Eight + Chapter Nine | Beginning

Prompts: gentle + acidic Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

Lily awakens in the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light, but the ethereal beauty stands in stark contrast to the dewdrops of sorrow that mark her pale skin. A restless night of sleep – she cried until she ran out of tears and sobbed until her throat turned raw – has left her heartache untouched and a new dread takes root in her as she remembers what she’s done.

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Chapter Fifteen | Beginning

Prompt: haze Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

CW: explicit non-consensual sexual content with a whole lot of firewhisky (Lily downed that whole bottle).

“Do you like it? I put it on just for you.” She giggles — trips over the Quidditch jersey he’d shed hours before — as she stumbles to his bed, flouncing to a rather dramatic seat and looking at him — emerald eyes shining and hazy — expectantly. 

A quick pinch to his thigh assures James that he is indeed awake. There are many things he should say to this — Can I fetch you a sobering potion? Let’s get you back to bed. Here, put on my sweater! —  but his tongue moves entirely of its own accord — as does another part of him he’s ignoring — as he stares at her. “What are you wearing?”

It’s muggle — of that he’s sure. Wizarding fashion is Britain is conservative and he's certain Madame Dupont hasn't dreamed of selling anything of the sort, even if she —

“Marlene bought it for me!” Lily informs him proudly, gesturing to where James is trying very hard not to look. He fails in his mission as her fingers trail up the lace adorning her abdomen before coming to rest at the swell of her breasts where she pushes them together — it’s suddenly very hard to breathe — before suddenly letting them fall back to their natural position — no less distracting — as she scoots closer.

“I know you don't like me anymore — just my luck with our timing” — she sends him a commiserating look like he's supposed to grasp what in Merlin’s Hell she's on about — but I thought maybe you'd do me this favour so I can get you out of my system.” She speaks logically for someone who has downed an entire bottle of firewhisky. So logically that James wants to give in to her logic, but he's much too distracted by her proclamation that she needs to get him out of her system — that he's in her system in the first place. 

“Out of your system?” It's all he manages, but he's done well to produce words at all. 

Lily giggles like he's just finished a punchline instead of a highly important question that's turned reality on its head. “You know what it means, James!” She pats him on the head — inadvertently moving her cleavage in front of his face — before clambering onto his lap and grabbing his hand. 

“Having sex — just this once — will stop me from always being so bloody turned on around you! It’s the only thing to do.” 

“Turned on?” He croaks. His loss of voice comes from her words and the way she’s settled right into his lap.

She giggles again. “Wet!” She clarifies looking at him a bit oddly as if to say duh.  

If his brain hadn’t frozen with her words, it certainly came to a screeching halt when she abruptly pushed his fingers beneath the lace of her lingerie and into the warm — and very wet — folds of her lips. “See?”

Only the firewhisky on her breath stops him from pinning her to the bed, sinking his fingers deep inside her and grinding his palm into her until she arches off the bed. 

“Shit, Lily! No!” He forces his hand out of her reach — desperately ignores the slippery feel of his fingers — as he attempts to (gently) push her off, but only ends up gripping her hips tightly as she rolls her pelvis over his cock. 

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me? You seem to like it!” Lily teases, lips landing on his cheek as he dodges her mouth; another circle of her hips — retaliation, he’s sure —  pulls her lips into a smug grin at the tortured hisses that tumble from his lips.

“Obviously I do,” James laughs breathlessly, “but —”

“Stop being such a gentleman and fuck me, James.” 

“I would love to, Lily,” he begins (after several moments of spluttering, one shameful moment where he almost grants her wish and a very deep breath), groaning as she takes this as a sign to move her hips in a way that’s pulls him right to the precipice. “But I can’t.”

“But what am I supposed to do if you won’t help?” She’s pouting — it’s ridiculous how someone can look so adorable and hot all at once — in such a way James wants to lean in and take her jutted-out lip between his.

“Erm, whatever you normally do?” Heat sweeps up his neck as he blinks away the (unwanted, distracting) images that invade his brain.

“So you won’t touch me, but it’s okay if I help myself?” Her wrinkled nose tells him she’s not entirely happy.

“Yes!” He’s relieved she’s caught on; he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll stay sane under her.

“Okay” Her whimper returns as she touches her nipples – happy to pick up where he won’t continue.

“This is not what I meant!” James whispers harshly as he lifts her long enough to scramble back so she’s not grinding directly onto the straining, obvious arousal in his pants.

This doesn’t seem to hinder her as he’d hoped, instead, she quickens her pace as she grabs his shoulder, fingers digging into flesh as she rides his leg. “James, I’m —

James knows exactly what she is and is paralysed in sweet captivation as she falls.

“Lily, don’t you think that perhaps ” — she whimpers, thighs tight around his leg; he stumbles — “perhaps you should be doing this in your own room?”

“It’s so much better with you.” And then it’s too late; her eyes snap open and he’s left to do nothing but watch — lips parted in awe — as her pupils blow out, her throat exposes to him as she breaks their heated gaze to throw her head back as her body spasms on him. His leg is slippery, covered in the evidence of her arousal, as Lily gives him a satisfied, hazy, gorgeous smile. “Will you let me ride you now?” 

Her question sends a horrified panic straight back through James’ veins. “No! No riding! No sex!” He splutters.

She juts her lower lip out in another pout – no kissing – as she furrows her brow at him in a rather adorable frown. 

“But I want sex!”

“You just had an orgasm! You need to go to sleep!” There, that’s a perfectly reasonable line of argument. 

“Oh I see, yes I’ve had an orgasm! I know why you’re not ready for sex!” 

“Great!” James sighs, relieved and surprised it’s this easy. “I’ll just help you back – what are you doing.”

“I know why you don’t want to have sex! I’m going to fix it!” Lily announces, her lips inches from his as her hot breath floats distractingly against his jaw.

“Have a sobering potion?” James mutters hopefully, his breath mingling with hers.  

“No, I’m going to make us even!” Lily informs him like it’s fucking obvious. 

Before he can question what she means by that her hand is suddenly firm on his member through his pyjama pants and he’s wound so tight, turned on so much by the love of his life riding his leg to completion that it takes three quick strokes and one squeeze of her hand to send him toppling over the edge with a curse as he spills into his trousers. 

As if caught in his blissful haze, Lily hums softly and slumps forward onto his chest. "Love you." It's soft and comfortable, uttered without thought or fear; it sends James' chest into a tight ache of guilt, sharper than a spear through his heart.

How could he do this to her?

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Chapter Thirteen | Beginning

Prompts: obscure Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

James has resisted using the map yet; it seems unfair — but he had given the Quidditch Team the night off in hopes of catching Lily by surprise in the common room. He’s not sure that’s any better, but he can’t stand to think how she must be feeling.

He wants — needs — to apologise. He can’t stand the thought of her stricken expression — slight furrow and sad eyes —  thinking he doesn’t trust her. He trusts her completely but he doesn’t want her to see the deepest desires of his mind. Desires that she stars in every night; the most shameful and arousing moments of his day.

He means for the first words out of his mouth to be “I’m sorry,” but when his eyes catch the title of the chapter she’s started — she’s far too engrossed to clock his approach — control of his words escapes him.

“Soul magic?” James would be more indignant if he wasn't stuck in complete and utter befuddlement over the copy of Secrets of the Darkest Arts that the warmest, kindest witch has just — not-so-innocently — snapped shut at his voice. 

Lily's teeth worry her bottom lip — a sure sign of her discomfort — but tilts her chin up in a stubborn set that he recognises all too well. 

This won't be easy. 

“It’s not what you think —”

“— It’s dark, obscure magic, Lily! Where did you even get that?”

The way she suddenly avoids his eyes tells her all he needs to know.

“It was him, wasn’t it?”

He wants to rage and scream; to point out how stupid it is. But he was her friend and James isn't fifteen anymore; he's learned to hold his tongue. 

“We're not on speaking terms if that's what you've got your knickers in a twist about,” Lily snaps. Her face glows red in warning, but James continues to wade into the argument anyways. 

How dare she think that's what he was concerned about. “Really? So what? You nicked it from the Slytherin Common Room?” 

“Of course not!” Lily scoffs. She hesitates — James briefly thinks he’ll get an explanation — before she drives her point home. “It’s none of your business, James! You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me, but that doesn’t mean I am not perfectly capable of taking care of myself or that I —”

“— Nobody is capable of taking care of themselves with Dark Magic Lily!” James explodes, stalking around the couch so he can stare her directly in the face. “That is the entire fucking point!”

“And if you’d fucking listen to me, you’d understand.” Lily grits back, punctuating her sentence with a rather hard poke to his chest as she stands to meet him. 

“You can’t —”

“— I can and I will James, and you can’t dictate what I’m going to do!”

“You don’t understand, Lily, the —”

“— Why don’t I understand?! Because I’m muggleborn?” Lily challenges, her voice lowering into a harsh tone that cuts him to the core.

“What?” James is so startled a laugh escapes his lips. “No! It’s becau —”

“I’m not stupid!” Lily spits at him and James. He really should have approached this differently…he got so distracted by that stupid book and — Merlin, he loves her but hell is she infuriating. Why won’t she listen?

“I never said you were.” He’s irritated now. He doesn’t want her to die because he hasn’t said his piece to convince her that whatever the hell she’s up to should be dropped faster than he could say Quidditch.

“Just because I didn’t grow up in some fancy schmancy wizarding house doesn’t mean I don’t understand the consequences of this magic, James.” Her finger is ramming her point home every word now — he’ll probably have a pink spot on his chest — and her lips are close enough that he can smell the dessert of the day on her breath. “And if you’d just fucking listen to me instead of thinking the absolute worst, I could have fucking explained myself.”

She gives him one last glare — accompanied by a parting gift of a strangled scream — before she stomps upstairs, her books flying behind her in an angry frenzy until he hears the door slam. 

James groans and flops down on the chair again. Shit.

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Chapter Twelve | Beginning

Prompts: secluded Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

“I do trust you.” A whisper pierces her slumber, eyes blink open to soft beams of moonlight in the shadows of her dorm. James’ body is a pleasant weight – a searing warmth – as he hovers over her. 

“You’re in my bed,” Lily observes, pulling her voice from where it’s been caught in her throat.

“I am.”

“And you trust me?” Her voice tiptoes on the ice, careful not to break the surface least she drown.

“I do.” He’s steadfast and strong; always has been. He’s a radiant, stubborn sun even when the rest of the world is in a downpour. “Do you trust me?”

“Ironically yes.”

“Ironically?” The shadow of his lips quirks in the dark. Lily’s tempted to steal a kiss. 

“Well, you have broken into my dorm in the middle of the night and you’re in my bed.”

“Can you trust me now? I want to try something.” His hazel eyes warm her from the inside out as he searches her own eyes.

Lily’s breath hitches as James lowers onto her – lips a breath apart, chest grazing stomach, legs tangled in sheets – and hums contentedly when his lips press into hers.

James recognises her hum as the sound of consent that it is; the weight of his body lowers fully onto her as his tongue sweeps her lower lip. Lily tugs him closer, fingers threading through his hair as she pulls him under the blanket. 

His hands slip under her baggy shirt, fingers ghosting the underside of her breasts before moving to cup her firmly.

“James.” It’s pathetic and needy, but her whine escapes her all the same. She needn’t worry; her sound spurs him on – he’s grinding into her hard enough that his hard length is obvious against her hip.

“I love it when you say my name.” The confession is groaned into her ear before he presses hot lips to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. He tugs her shirt up, letting his tongue follow the path his hands had pioneered: the swell of her breasts, her sternum, before he lightly latches onto her nipple and sucks. 

Lily is fairly certain she’s not saying words anymore: just babbled sounds and pleas as his hands move closer and closer to where she’s aching for him.

“James please, I need –”

“You need this baby?” He’s suddenly gone – the warmth vanishes as his body moves down – and the lips that pulled pleasure from her pebbled nipples now leave a blazing trail up the inside of her leg to where she’s dripping for him.

“Fuck Lily.” It’s soft and reverent and hits Lily like a stampede. His mouth presses in a groaning kiss to her wet lips before he takes his first lick of her cunt. She moans as his tongue slides along the length of her slit, tasting her juices. She reaches down and grabs the back of his head, shamelessly grinding into his face as she chases completion. He teases her clit, flicking over it before closing his soft lips and sucking gently. She lets her legs fall open as she pleads with him. “James, I want you.”

“I need you.” She tries when he continues to swipe his tongue around her wet folds. 

“I need you to cum, can you do that for me, baby?” His hazel eyes looking up at her through fogged glasses as he sets out a new ferocious pace leaves her too weak to try and pull him up. She collapses back, a trembling pile of moans, whimpers and curses as he drives her steadily to her peak.

“Fuck, James.” She pulls at his hair – the smirk reassures her she hasn’t hurt him – and tilts her hips up into his face, babbling as she begins to flutter around the finger that’s suddenly curling inside of her. Her body tenses and she cries out – orgasm exploding around his tongue – but he doesn’t stop until she twitches, over-sensitive, and then it’s just to kiss up her body, tongue seeking her mouth as his hips settle in a slow grind against her.

The heat of her orgasm overwhelms her; it’s suddenly much too hot. She kicks the sheets off her sweaty body as she reaches for him. Her hand meets empty hair and when she opens her eyes she’s damp with sweat, wet with arousal and completely and utterly secluded in her dorm room; he doesn’t trust her - not one bit – and certainly not enough to share such an intimate moment. 

She’s alone. Always has been.

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Lay All Your Love On Me (LAYLOM)

The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn't even know.

While it's not my best writing and most of it is wildly unedited, it's a very important fic for me because just publishing whatever I've had really helped me slog through some terrible writing and zero-inspiration moments. It's also the first multi-chap that I've written while publishing. I know where it's going, but the journey is on a whim!

Dancing With Our Hands Tied (DWOHT)

But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t take his eyes off her figure as she moved effortlessly in rhythm with whatever song she had playing. He learned she was wearing more than a t-shirt when she slid across the kitchen on her socks, throwing her head back to sing words James wished he could hear.

My BABY! Yeah, I loved every moment of this fic! I love this Lily and James so much that there are two sequels in the works xx

The Art of Identification

Lily, star potions pupil, can't identify Amortentia when it's staring her right in the face (or nose)

This one is a rarity; I don't usually do Hogwarts AND no smut LOL! Wrote it for @annabtg on (read: wayyyy after) her birthday and LOVED writing a twist to the normal amortentia realisation : )

The Right Door

Sirius and Remus try to set up Lily and James, but turns out they've already met

One of my very first fics that's been getting a bit of love lately! I think if I wrote it now, it would be a heck of a lot longer and more angsty, but I love it for what it is!

When The Skies Are Gray

Two strangers, one umbrella, and a little bit of fate.

One of my favourite strangers - lovers creations of mine. I love this trope and I had A LOT of fun writing this! I still giggle when I read it.

I wouldn't be a very good smut fairy if I didn't break the rules and drop this bonus pure smut fic at the bottom because that was FUN, but probs not what people are wanting rec'd lol.

Certain Satisfactions

Lily is nothing, if not determined to tease her boyfriend (be it behind closed doors or in the middle of The Great Hall).

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