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[thecasualauthor]

@jilymicrofics March Prompts Day 18: Focused

This was inspired by a vine. RIP vine, you live on in our hearts. And my Jily microfics apparently.

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Lily Evans is completely, one hundred percent focused on her essay for potions when James Potter comes crashing through the ceiling, taking part of the building with him.

Lily shrieks and springs up from her seat in the Gryffindor common room and stares in shock at the sight before her. James Potter lies on his back, spread-eagled on the ground. He turns his head to hers at her loud outburst and grins.

"Hey Evans," he says, and out of pure instinct, Lily replies,

"Hey Potter." They're silent for a few moments.

"That hurt," James says matter of factly, and Lily lets out a high pitched scoff.

"Hospital wing?"

"Hospital wing."

#jily #james potter #lily evans potter #jily microfics #rip vine

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic: Hostile

@jilymicro-oops - feb 29th, prompt: hostile - words: 1,812 Summary: The chaos concludes with a dramatic flourish. Part 3 of 3! Read Part 1 & Part 2 first; or, better yet, read the whole lil academic rivals micros series so you can catch all the references in this silly little trio-finale that I've had far too much fun writing :D

James is having a good time. Well – he's having a fine time. He's not hating the whole thing, anyway. After two weeks of hearing it beside his ear, he's starting to get used to the volume of Tamara's laugh, and she is actually funny sometimes. Her dark hair falls across her shoulders in a way he should find attractive, and her foot keeps “accidentally” touching his calf in a way he should like, and she peers at him through her lashes in a way he should find enticing…

But he just keeps thinking about lemon tart.

Because, here's the thing. He knows it's Lily's favorite – she complained about its absence at the start of term feast last year, and when they had the lesson on Amortentia it was the only scent she actually named, and she told him – and only a few weeks ago, at that! He'd offered to share his sticky toffee pudding and she'd pulled a face, remarking it was far too sweet for her liking, and he'd said, “Ah, right, lemon tart,” and she'd smirked and shrugged, which, alright, wasn't a firm ‘yes, that's my favorite’, but he knows her smirks…so what's she playing at? 

“James?” Tamara's sweet-like-toffee-pudding voice draws his attention back. “You alright?” she asks with a laugh. 

“Oh, yeah,” James chuckles, waving a hand. “Sorry, got, er… Well, your hair just looks really nice.” 

She beams, and he's an arse. He’s very aware of this. He’s always sort of teetered on the edge of being an arse – though, yes, on a number of occasions he’s fully fallen on the side of the arseholes… Alright, fine, for a number of years he fell on the side of the arseholes, but, you know, barely, and – the point is, he never would have become this big of an arse on purpose… It all just sort of happened. One moment he’s awkwardly agreeing that a girl is cute, the next moment he’s talking to her in the hallway because he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying ‘sorry, that joke was really only for my mates’, and all of a sudden, she’s eating lunch with him every day and asking what he’s doing for the Hogsmeade visit this weekend and he’s trying to come up with something other than ‘obsessing about fucking lemon tart, what about you?’

Tammy giggles. “Thanks…” she says, nervously tugging on a strand of hair. “Well, erm, I was saying – I’ve never actually tried butterbeer, but it’s really good.”

James nods, “Yeah, definitely.”

Merlin’s mother's saggy tits, though, if it isn't lemon tart, then what the fuck's Lily Evans’ favorite dessert?

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“‘Join me’?” Lily repeats, incredulous at this request. “You want to help me crash your best mate’s date?”

The three Gryffindors share glances between one another and mumble unintelligibly before turning back to her each with a shrug and a nod. 

“We’re really bored,” Peter explains. 

“And I don’t actually think he’ll care much,” Remus says, shrugging again.

“Plus,” Sirius adds with a grin, “I’m dying to see how red James’s face’ll get.”

“Wait,” Lily turns her eyes to Remus. “Why don’t you think he’ll care much?”

The three boys start sharing glances again, and Lily huffs.

“Would you quit with that!” she barks, glaring when Sirius chortles.

“Blimey, Evans, no need to get hostile…”

“At least it’s only a Level Three…” she hears Peter mutter.

“Level Three, really?” Sirius sounds incredulous. “Pete, c’mon, she’s clearly only at Level Two.”

“I’m what?” 

Annoyance pounding in her veins, Lily checks over her shoulder out of habit, and catches a glimpse of Tamara’s foot tapping James’s leg beneath the table. The tips of her ears burn and she feels nauseous. 

She can’t stand this a minute longer.

“Fine,” she tells the boys, then turns and enters the pub before she can change her mind.

(This really ran away from me, so read the rest on AO3!)

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[practicecourts]

Moody March day one (let's see how far I get).|| Troubled || @jilymicrofics || 149 words Lost Count on ao3 or below the cut

Four walls of grey stone.

A small stone. 

No wand.

A bed of straw.

Three openings that let light in, enough to separate the days from nights.

Sixteen rows with four marks crossed by a fifth each and three marks makes eighty three days since she was put here. 

Eighty three days since her capture. 

Eighty three days since she’s seen anyone other than the grim wizard who levitates food and water into her cell. 

Eighty three days since she last washed.

She smells bad. So bad it makes her sick to her stomach. 

She has no idea what goes on outside these walls, other than that her husband must be looking for her. 

She doesn’t doubt it, he will come for her. He will find her, if it’s the last thing he does; she knows this. 

She’s troubled by another number. 

She’s more than a hundred days late.

#jily microfics #jily #march #troubled #Lost Count

[charmsandtealeaves]

This one may just become a micro-oops...

WC: 361 @jilymicrofics | April No. 9 Flush

He noticed her from afar the first time. It was hard to miss such vibrant red hair. She wore a white shirt that clung tightly to her curved frame and a pair of blue and white striped trousers. He’d taken this shortcut to Peter’s place more times then he could count and could recognise most familiar faces in this area but she was definitely a new one. She was frantically searching her handbag for something outside the butchers store. This beautiful eye candy was definitely worth a mention. James was so busy typing a rapid text about the mystery red to Sirius that he misplaced his footing and nearly ended up face first in the pavement. He looked up from his fall sheepishly, face flushed, to see if she had noticed. She hadn’t. The second time he saw her was electronically. He was lying in bed mindlessly scrolling Facebook as he did every night before sleep, barely paying attention by this point, when a bar photo caught his eye. It was her in a little black dress… he attempted to click into the post to enlarge it, but his damned clumsy thumbs hit the refresh news feed button instead and he was sent skyrocketing back to the top. The post was lost in cyberspace. He cursed himself loudly, Sirius knocked on the wall. It would be a case of third times the charm. He met her face to face this time for the briefest of moments. He was walking back from a lecture with Sirius, Peter and Remus when she came bouncing towards them from the opposite direction, a folder under her arm. This time she wore a green T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. God forbid - was she waving at him? He turned around and there was no one behind them. It had to be him. He waved back. She raised her eyebrow in confusion and shook her head.  “Hi Remus, history at three yeah?” She asked.  Damn… she’d been waving at Remus not him, Remus nodded as she hurried past them. “Moony, Who was that?” James asked once she was out of ear shot. “Oh that’s Lily.” Lily.

#charms library #jily microfics #jily #jple #jily fic #jily au #university au #muggle au #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #maybe I'll add to this...

[theatrescribbles]

Vanilla Ice Cream

When Lily gets ill, who better but her co-Head Boy to take care of her.

Inspired by the songs "Where's My Shoe" and "Vanilla Ice Cream" from the (in my opinion, underrated) musical She Loves Me.

@jilymicrofics Feb challenge Day 3: Care (yes, I know I'm late) (932 words)

Read on A03 (or below)

“Lancelot!” proclaimed a boy with unruly black hair, and the portrait to the Head’s Common Room swung open. The boy did not waste a second to climb through the door and to reach the red-haired (and also red-nosed due to all the sneezing) girl stirring on the sofa, a blanket covering her, with a flask of probably-now cold tea and a huge box of tissues on the table in front of the sofa.

“Oh good, you’re awake” he said “How are you feeling?”

“Bit better, head’s still throbbing a bi-choo!” The boy smiled down at her. He couldn’t believe how adorable she was, even when she was ill; even when her hair went in all directions and was frizzy, even when her nose was as red as said hair, even when despite the red nose, the rest of her skin was almost ghost white and there were dark circles under her eyes; even with all that she was still the most beautiful thing in existence.

He's loved taking care of his very ill friend; he would do it for the rest of their lives if she let him.

The girl looked around to the window outside, and must have noticed the sun was on the verge of setting….

“Oh Merlin! What time is it?!”

“Nearly half past 6. Don’t worry, I’ve brought you up a snack-“

“WHAT! Why didn’t you wake me up before, Ja-choo! I’ve got to go for rounds! I can’t be late for the first Heads-round of the year!” Lily stood up threw off the blanket and started rummaging around the floor, though he swore she swayed a little bit while doing so. “Where’s my shoe?!”

James looked at her bewildered, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Lily,” he said calmly “Do you honestly think you can go on rounds tonight? You look awful.”

“Of course I ca-choo!”

“You’ve been asleep all afternoon, you’re still in your pyjamas!” Very cute ones he would add too.

“I’m much better now”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course I am! Where have you hidden my shoe?”

“I think you should lie back down Lily-“

“Don’t just stand there, help me find my other shoe!”

“You can barely stand up. You’re still shivering”

“Don’t lie to me James Potter, where’s my shoe?!”

“Evans, you’re hysterical! Sit down!”

“I will not sit down Potter until I have found my God-damn shoe!!”

Right, James thought. That’s it; and before she knew what was happening, James picked her up, almost flinging her onto his right shoulder. Lily struggled wildly against him, kicking ferociously and batting her fists against his back.

“Put me down Potter! RIGHT NOW!!”

“No way Evans. Not until you realise that there is no way you would be well enough to step out of the common room door, let alone go and do your usual rounds all over the school!”

Almost instantly she stopped kicking and almost seemed to sag into his shoulder.

“ACHOO!”

Well that was it then wasn’t it? She knew when to give up. Almost instantly, Lily felt herself being gently dropped from James’ hold back onto the sofa, laying her down. He draped her tartan blanket back over her, and she felt an instant warmth from it. She hadn’t realised just how cold she had been without it draped over her and she left out a huge shiver.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered quietly. “But who’s going to do rounds if not me-choo!”

James laughed. “Don’t you worry about that Flower. Anyway, I’ve got you a present.”

“Have you really? I bet its homework”

“Better than that! I know this is your favourite flavour, so here you are, sorry if it has melted a bit…” And from his robes, James pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. A little bit of colour returned to her pale face, blushing from her cheeks.

“Where did you get this?”

“Kitchens. One of the House Elves served my parents before we set him free to help Dumbledore here. So I always like to pop down occasionally.”

He handed down the tub of ice cream to Lily, coincidentally brushing her hands. She started looking at the packaging on the ice cream, gingerly turning the tub round and round in her hands.

“When I was little” she said “My mum always used to give me this when I was under the weather. That’s why it’s my favourite” She took the spoon from James hand and took a small scoop of the now very soft ice cream. It was delicious.

“Thank you James”

He beamed down at her.

“Now, you get plenty of rest and eat, you’ll feel better. Oh, and don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything” He bent down and gave the top of her head a light kiss. “And you’re welcome.” He got up, dusted down his robes turned around but paused.

“James are you ok?”

“Under the weather?”

“What do you mean?”

“What does ‘under the weather’ mean?”

Lily laughed. “It’s just a Muggle saying. Sorry, I shouldn’t blurt them out like that, I forgot you don’t always understa-choo!”

James sent one last smile her way before heading out of the portrait door hole.

Lily reached out for the ice cream again and started eating, and with each mouthful of sweet vanilla, she felt a little better, she could feel it; though by the time she got to sleep, there was something that still bugged her – she still couldn’t work out why her head was tingling just as much as her tongue….. She was simply stunned!

#jily microfic #jily microfics #could be canon compliant #head boy and girl jily #7th year jily #jily #marauders #lily evans #james potter #hogwarts #song fic #inspired by a song #she loves me #musical theatre #wheres my shoe #vanilla ice crea

[startanewdream]

#14 - Charm, for @jilymicrofics

“It won’t work,” Remus mumbled, the moment that James left their table.

“No,” Sirius agreed, sounding only amused.

“Why didn’t you warn him?”

“Why didn’t you?”

Remus shrugged. “You are his best mate, it is your duty.”

“I believe in learning through experience.” Sirius tilted his head, watching James’ figure. With his chest puffed, messy hair, and confident grin, James might have just won a Quidditch cup. “Look how pompous he is walking. Oh, Evans is gonna crush his heart.”

Remus glanced at the girl in question. She was seemingly busy with a book in front of her, but he knew she had glimpsed James coming towards her already for the way she was turning the pages of the book, but her eyes weren’t moving.

That, and the faint blush on her cheeks.

“Maybe she likes this.”

“Pff. He’s gonna make the same mistake.” Sirius raised one finger. “Mellow voice.”

“All right, Evans?”

“Potter.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“It’s a library, I can’t really forbid it.”

Remus glanced at Sirius. “it seems okay so far.”

“Wait for it.” He raised another finger. “Desperate for her attention.”

“I was wondering if we could study together,” James was saying, voice perfectly courteous. “I’m having trouble with my Potions revision, and since you are the best student in our year—”

“You are okay with Potions.”

“E-level, yeah, not O-level.” He leaned in, carefully messing up his hair as he did it; Evans breathed deeply suddenly, her cheeks pinker now. “Just a few hours of study, why not? Help a guy get high marks in his OWL?”

She didn't meet his gaze. “Fine,” she agreed nonchalantly, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. “As long as you behave.”

James put his hands over his heart, looking only astonished. “When haven’t I?”

Her lips trembled now as if she was holding back a laugh. Remus looked meaningfully at Sirius, who shook his head.

“Third—put his foot in his mouth.”

James seemed only encouraged by her reaction. “Shall we go, then?”

“What?”

“To Hogsmeade! I always study better with a mug of butterbeer—what do you say, you, me, the Three Broomsticks?”

Her smile was replaced by a frown. “It’s the middle of the week.”

“I know one or two passages—”

“Ugh.” She grabbed her things. “You are impossible, Potter. Find someone else to prank.”

“No, Evans, I mean it—we could go on the weekend!”

But she was already gone, not looking back.

“See.” Sirius went back to his essay. “He always makes a fool of himself in front of her, he cannot help it.”

James was looking pitifully to the place that Evans had just vacated; then he caught Remus’ gaze, forced a smile up his face, and walked back to them with the same confident posture he’d tried before.

“Next time,” declared James, joining them by the table. “Third time’s the charm, right?”

#did i write this instead of work #you can bet so #Jily Microfics #Jily #Canon Jily

[arianatwycross]

TIPSY LILY

For @jilymicrofics prompt: wine. word count: 177

Lily holds out her empty wine glass towards Mary and pouts, “Please?” 

Mary grins and rolls her eyes, “You know how you get with your fourth glass, Lils.” 

But Lily’s already on her fourth glass of wine, which means she ultimately ignores her best friend's warning and instead revels in the warm feeling of confidence that mixes in her belly.  

Lily makes her way to where the boys are sitting on the couch, she perches herself on the arm next to James and looks down at him. Her eyelids are heavy, but that warm, light feeling she gets around him makes her focus on him intently. 

“James.” She murmurs, just to him. 

He looks up, bright eyes beneath his glasses and a cheeky smile on his lips. 

“Lily.” He teases. 

“Do you want to kiss now?” 

James almost flinches at her proposition, Sirius spills his beer and Mary, calling from the other side of the room, “Lily Evans!” chides her friend accordingly.

Mary probably shouldn’t have given her that fourth glass of wine. 

But James doesn’t care. 

#jily #jily microfics #microfic #tipsy lily #prompt #my fics #wine

[blitheringmcgonagall]

@jilytoberfest so the plan is to write microfics every day for Jilytober- all a part of a single story… this one got way way too long 😬😬😂😂… (and I may mix up these and @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world’s prompts, depending on what fits!)

Those Smitten Idiots

Prompt #1: “Smile!”

“For the last time, Sirius, I’m not going to the fucking Hallowe’en Ball with Alphonsus St.John Diggory!” Lily repeated.

Her cheeks had gone blotchy from the suppressed irritation, and she was practically whisper-shouting, which was potentially a total disaster. Seeing as this entire… situation depended on nobody finding out he was the brains behind Operation Smitten Idiots.

“Shush!” Sirius muttered tetchily, scanning the horizon for the twin dangers of James Potter or (potentially worse still) Remus Lupin.

Lily’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth indignantly to protest.

“Do not- “

“Don’t embarrass the poor chap! Not his fault that he’s been turned down by thirteen girls in a row!”

“Thirteen?”

Sirius nodded, adding in a sad huff at the end.

“He’s heartbroken.”

Lily rolled her eyes.

“Well, you’d think- “ she began.

“He failed his DADA exam. And his Charms test.”

Lily hesitated.

“And… his cat died. So did his owl. And his rabbit.”

Sirius grimaced. Okay, so that might be pushing it.

“No way?” Lily looked at him with horror. “The poor fella!”

“Yes, yes, dreadful stuff… caught him shedding bitter tears in the boys’ loos beside Minnie’s office. Bawling.”

He was, in fact, pretty sure that Alphonsus St.John Diggory had never shed a single tear in his entire, boring, perfect life. He was, however, an excellent Quidditch player, and good-looking to boot. Sirius Black might have been forced to call in a few favours for him in order to set this all up…

He could practically see her relenting.

“Don’t say a word though, he’d be mortified. Asked me not to breathe a word to anyone.”

“And he knows I’m only agreeing to go as a friend?” Lily bit her lower lip.

“Of course, I expressly warned him that I’d murder him if he so much as looked at you funny and- “

“Oh shut up, poor guy, imagine having to listen to your drivel when three of his pets died,” she said, her face taking on a determined expression.

Just then, James Fleamont “I could have asked Evans to the ball and we all know she’d have said yes immediately but I’m either an idiot or a spineless coward so I didn’t bother” Potter walked into the great hall. Wearing his dress robes which Sirius had secretly charmed to cling to his shoulders and back and chest like a certain quidditch uniform which Lily Evans was want to stare at. Lily’s mouth - as if on cue - hung open.

“Six. Six pets. I forgot to mention his pet lambs,” he said, taking her arm and walking in the direction of Himbo Diggory.

“Six?” Her eyebrows shot up and she tore herself away from staring at his useless best friend. “Lambs?”

Only Prongs was now rooted to the spot like a pillar of salt, or a giant stunned Pygmy Puff.

“Seven, if you count his pet rat, which I wasn’t.”

“You… what? How very DARE you!” Peter Pettigrew yelped in alarm.

“They’re highly intelligent animals!” Lily and Peter shouted in unison.

“Well, whatever,” he sniffed, smoothing out his dress robes. “I suppose it’s a loss.. used sleep next to his bed, near the rabbit… and the cat.”

“OMG!” Lily elbowed him rudely. “The poor guy!”

She straightened her shoulders, took one last forlorn glance at the useless article with the messy hair, took a deep breath, and tapped the himbo on the shoulder. Got to hand it to Evans, she has guts, he thought.

“Hi Alphonsus,” she said, trying to stretch her lips upwards.

“Hello, Miss Evans,” the guy said, looking over her shoulder at Sirius and winking far too dramatically.

He mimed zipping up his mouth and cutting his throat for good measure. Alphonsus frowned but nodded, looking slightly more subdued.

“A dance?” Alphonsus said, giving Lily a pitying look.

“Of course.”

“Smile!” Cressida Creevy waved her arm wildly before taking the shot.

“What the absolute fuck?” James Potter finally asked, gulping down an entire glass of fire whisky in one go and grabbing a second one.

“No idea, old chap,” he said, elegantly sipping some wine and raising the glass at the couple. “I think he fancies her, and nobody asked her, so she said yes. Has a thing for Quidditch players, apparently.”

His friend said nothing, tugged at his bird’s nest hair, and muttering distraught expletives under his breath.

“Why, you weren’t planning on asking Evans, were you? I thought you were, and I quote, just good friends?”

The reply was in gibberish, although in fairness Prongs was choking on his fire whisky at the time.

“All good, so?” he said, whacking Prongs twice on the back for good measure. “Splendid. Well, enjoy the night, they certainly seem to be.”

Alphonsus patted Lily on the shoulder in a comforting fashion as they glided by. She smiled back fondly.

“Probably discussing some personal problems, a problem shared is a problem halved, and all that,” he supplied helpfully.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Prongs hacked up a lung.

Sirius wandered off. Prongs picked up an entire bottle of fire whisky.

“Parfaitement joué,” Sirius smiled to himself. “And onto plan number two…”

#fluff and idiocy #jilytober #jilytober2022 #jilytoberfest #Sirius black is the best wingman #this started off as a microfic #but grew a bit too much #Jily microfics #jily #so the plan is #one long story in tiny snippets #one for each day #YouBlitheringIdiot is me and these two also

[tinyluminaryzombie]

@jilymicrofics | May Prompt #29 Rebel | 378 words

Lily grew up fighting. There was a fire in her blood that nothing, not even love stoaked. 

Fighting became a pastime at school. At eleven, Lily challenged bigoted classmates and teachers, walking through halls with clenched fists and comebacks at the tip of her tongue. At fifteen, Lily fought for her best friend, until his words grew too sharp and cruel. At seventeen, Lily battled against formed confidants, nameless enemies, and friends’ parents. 

But at 22, Lily can’t feel the fire anymore. After years of isolation, the sparks just slipped through her fingers, falling like water. 

Four years ago, the Order needed a British rebel on American soil. Lily didn’t volunteer; she was a fighter, not a spy. But the Order was incredibly desperate. So much so that Dumbledore cornered her after a meeting, begging her to take the job. When no one else came forward, Lily agreed. 

Dumbledore had said it was a straightforward assignment: find death eaters in America, gather intel, come home. It would be boring and too quiet but she’d be back in three months. 

Four years later, Lily wishes she never agreed. She wishes James never held her the night before she left, brushing his thumb over the creases in her forehead. And she really wishes James never promised to wait for her, whispering as he kissed her.

Those quiet assurances kept her warm the first year. James had this way of saying something so sincerely she’d believe it every time. It wasn’t until the second year that the memories of that night made her cold. She was losing her sense of self and there was no one around who knew her. 

Now, the thought of James is akin to pouring a jug of vapid hopelessness down her throat. Late at night, Lily wonders if James regrets the promises he made without a second thought four years ago. She speculates if he’s still fighting for her or when he stopped. And when she’s being really self-destructive, she’ll imagine him proposing to another girl. She’ll see him picking out an emerald diamond ring with Sirius and practicing his speech with Remus.

Worst of all, she imagines him remembering those promises and shrugging them off like he just remembered he never returned a library book. 

#I kinda want to make this an actual fic #maurauders era #jily microfics #jily cannon divergence #jily one shot #sad jily #jily #lily evans loves james potter #we'll see where this goes... #my fic #my jily fic

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

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Written for May @jilymicrofics Day 1: Alcohol

He filled her every sense, his warm arm wrapped around her waist, one hand cupping her face, his thumb stroking her jaw. His lips, Merlin, his lips, soft and insistent against hers. His scent enveloped her as if she’d stepped into a room filled with cauldrons of bubbling amortentia. He was intoxicating. He was addictive.

Sirius had made sure the seventh years were well supplied for the post-match celebrations, but who needed alcohol when James Potter was doing that with his tongue? Everything about him made her want more. More of his solid chest pressing her against the rough stone wall, more of his fingers trailing over her skin, more of him.

And she intended to get everything she wanted.

#james potter #lily evans #jily microfics

[constancezin]

James is sooo despondent (and makes sure everyone knows why!)

And Lily feels so much shame hearing him.

@jilymicrofics

#jily #james potter #lily evans #March microfics #go hufflepuff #my art #zin

[thecasualauthor]

@jilymicrofics March Prompts Number 11: Touched

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“I’m rather touched, Potter.” Lily gives him a small smile, examining the small charm in her hand. “I didn’t know you knew about my obsession with charm bracelets." James grins at her. 

“I know a lot of things about you, Evans. Wait– that sounds ridiculously creepy.” Lily laughs. 

She’s been laughing with him a lot, lately.

She rather likes it.

#james potter #lily evans potter #jily #jily microfics

[jamesunderwater]

Dying Fires: a jily micro-oops

@jilymicrofics @jilymicro-oops - march 13, prompt: lonely - words: 2,007 Summary: James attempts to comfort Lily by a dying fire, but finds this will require restraint in a number of ways.

As they burst through the portrait hole, James and Sirius jostled each other so hard that the latter nearly fell to the floor, still cackling as he stumbled. 

“Did you see his face?” James wrapped an arm around his ribcage and held his muscles tight. They ached from laughter. 

Sirius wiped the tears from his eyes with the edge of his hands. “I think he might have actually been purple with rage,” he coughed as laughs continued to fall from deep inside him. 

“You don’t think he has the passwords to the common rooms, do you?” James asked, only slightly alarmed by the thought. He found the idea of Filch chasing them around the Gryffindor common room like an eggplant-faced ghoul entertaining more than frightening.

His friend pulled a face and shook his head. “Surely not. He’d have strangled us in our sleep by now if he did.”

James snorted and threw an arm over Sirius’s shoulder, the two falling in step as they headed for the dorms. Just before they reached the stairs, James noticed hair sticking out from behind one of the sofas that faced the fireplace. The dying fire left little light in the room, but James thought he recognized the head as belonging to Lily Evans, who he’d never seen in the common room past eleven. 

He hesitated without knowing it, breaking their stride. 

“What?” Sirius asked, then followed James’s gaze. “Ah,” he said knowingly.

“She looks…lonely, don’t you think?”

Sirius shrugged. “Can’t really tell from the back of her head.”

James paused, considering. “You go on up,” he said finally.

He could tell Sirius made an effort not to sigh. “Fine. See you in the morning, then.”

Once he’d gone, James stepped gingerly towards the only other occupant in the room. He considered saying her name, but there was still a chance he’d misidentified the person. By the time he was close enough to know for sure, she addressed him. 

“You don’t need to check on me, Potter,” Lily said in a thick voice, sniffling. “I’m fine.”

He assumed she knew how unconvincing she sounded. “Er, actually, I was just a bit cold. Thought I’d warm myself up–”

“By the embers?” she questioned, and he could hear her raised eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it. 

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Thank you @charmsandtealeaves & @jilymicrofics for hosting the lovely and fun Mystery Microfic May. Did you guess me?

A day at the races (Muggle AU)

Summer Time (just fluff)

Here Comes The Sun (Mary has her Divination Exam and wants to practice)

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[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

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When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

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inquiry at breakfast (April 10th prompt; Date) @jilymicrofics

„So, Harry…“ Lily inquires, breaking the silence that hangs between them as they, including James, sit around their kitchen table, currently enjoying a late breakfast. „How’s Ginny?“

Harry, being in the middle of lifting a spoonful of cereal to his lips, instantly freezes. „Huh?“ he looks up at her with wide eyes.

James watches them, humming amusedly. „You got home pretty late last night,“ he implies. „Must’ve been a good date?“

Harry‘s cheeks could not have gotten redder if he tried. „What? That’s not—“ he shakes his head hurriedly, undoubtedly flustered. „We weren’t on a date. It was just quidditch — Ron and the others were there as well.“

Lily, despite her best efforts, can’t hold in a chuckle. „We know, darling,“ she replies mercifully, not able to watch her son‘s hopeless stammering. „We‘re just teasing you.“

„I don’t know, Lil…look at him,“ James goes on, leaning closer to Harry to study his flushed cheeks. „He‘s completely smitten with her — aren’t you, Snitch?“ he asks, wiggling his brows at his son, who looks thoroughly embarrassed.

„Dad! She’s Ron‘s sister—“

James shrugs. „Wasn’t a no, now, was it?“ he smirks.

Harry groans, dropping his head into his hands. „I really don’t want to talk about it.“ he mumbles into his sleeves.

„Oh, come on now, Harry—“

Lily raises a warning brow at her husband, silently asking him to stop teasing their poor kid. He relents, although the grin doesn’t leave his lips as he leans back in his chair.

„It’s alright, Harry,“ she says kindly, running her hand down his back. „You don’t have to worry about such things yet…it’s alright if you don’t feel ready to figure out what you’re—“

„The only thing I’m trying to figure out right now is how to make this stop.“ Harry interrupts her pleadingly.

James can’t help but chuckle as he regards his son with sympathy, remembering all too well the feeling of having such an intense crush on somebody for the first time.

He looks up at Lily, meeting the beautiful eyes of his first real crush.

Lily, in turn, hides her own laugh behind a cough. „Alright, alright, we’ll stop.“ she replies, her eyes sparkling with clear amusement as they meet James‘s above Harry‘s head —

He was right, it seems.

Their son is hopelessly, and very obviously falling for Ginny Weasley.

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