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goldenromione · 2 months
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Lily isn't just the female love interest of James. If anything, James is just the male love interest of Lily goddamn Evans.
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maladaptivewriting · 2 months
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being on marauders tumblr has made me realize that a lot of people would actually share anne rice's (terrible) opinion about fanfiction if they didn't write fanfic themselves.
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that-bitch-kat3 · 7 months
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the first time that lily had a romantic thought about james it’s so startling that she out loud goes “what the fuck was that?”
it was in a completely silent classroom.
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aithusarosekiller · 10 months
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Lily: hey, sorry I'm back late, family stuff
James: wowwwwww what's with the black eye? Are you okay???
Lily: huh? Oh yeah, I stole some of petunia's food so she punched me. It was worth it though.
James: how could that possibly be worth it?
Regulus: oh, James, my love, it's always worth it. They always get that look on their face like an angry little hamster, that's how you know they're gonna hit you. It's so funny.
Lily: EXACTLY! Anyway I chose to pull her hair out afterwards
Regulus: nice one, if I went for the hair I'd be murdered in a split second
James: ARE YOU GUYS OKAY???
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sophsicle · 25 days
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every time someone complains about jily in choices a puppy dies actually.
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skeletorswaifu · 2 months
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✨ ONLY THE BRAVE✨ LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE BRAVE 😭
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missgryffin · 3 months
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lying in wait
Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶 below + AO3
November 3, 1981
The cottage is silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hall, and it’s already pitch dark, with only the faint glow of street lamps and budding moonlight shining in through rain-slicked windows. 
Lily draws up her knees to her chest where she sits on the sofa, peering mindlessly into blurry windowpane. She doesn’t remember the last time she walked aimlessly down a road, or went into a shop. Sometimes, on stormy autumn nights like this, she wonders if she ever will again. 
Footsteps tumble down the stairs, then come to an abrupt halt. 
“Lil?” She can see his shadowed outline, one hand in his hair. “You just…sitting in the dark?”
She shrugs, though he probably can’t see, and asks, “Harry went down alright, then?” 
James chuckles to himself as he crosses the room, picking his way around the furniture until he drops onto the sofa next to her. “After reading every book twice and playing the Snitch game for thirty minutes…yes.” He leans closer, grinning. “Our son is asleep.” 
She rests a hand on his scruffy cheek. “It’s only supposed to be ten minutes of the Snitch game,” she teases him. 
“I know,” James sighs. “But he asked for ten more.” 
Lily snorts. “What, and then ten more after that?” 
He throws his hands weakly in his lap. “Wha—am I supposed to say no to the kid? He looks just like me!” 
She falls into him, a laughing heap, and for a moment, they simply giggle deliriously together. It’s nice. It’s normal. Or at least a sliver of it.
James cuddles her into him, and Lily breaths him in. They’ve lost so many over the few years since Hogwarts, but they still have each other. She clings on to that, to him.
“I love you,” she says into his chest. 
He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, too.”
A stretching silence; a heavy sigh. “It’s his birthday.” 
“I know,” James murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about him.” 
Lily peels herself off his chest and swings a leg over his lap, sitting with her arms looped around his neck. How many conversations have they had over the years while sitting just like this? How many more will they get? 
“He said he’d be in touch by today.” Her mind won’t stop racing. “What if this was a bad id—” 
“It wasn’t,” James cuts her off. “Besides.” A heavy sigh. “It was…our only idea.”
“Do you think…” She pauses, plays with his hair. “Do you think we…did the right thing?” 
He sits up straighter, pulling her closer against him. “You’re the only two people in my life I know I can trust completely,” he says. “So yeah, I think we did.” 
There’s no use rehashing it again; they’ve done that enough. Yes, he now has a target on his back, but it’s not like he wasn’t already a target before. No, it couldn’t have been anyone else—not Albus, who knows more than he’s saying; not Remus, whom Albus and Sirius both suspect; and not Peter, who’s been looking exhausted and strung-out from the night-shift reconnaissance he’s been assigned. Yes, he had to leave. And no, it wasn’t cowardly to do so.
Granted, that last bit had taken a not insignificant amount of convincing (damned Gryffindor), but he eventually came around to their idea. Staying around in England with Voldemort sure to be onto him was certain death. But why not take advantage of being top of Voldemort’s mind? Why make it easy, when instead he could make it hard? Give the Order a leg up? Let them use him (or rather, the idea of him) as bait to lure and manipulate all the Death Eaters looking for him, and maybe even root out the spy in the process? And really, if anyone was going to lead Voldemort on a wild goose chase, setting traps and lying in wait, who better than Sirius Black?
Still, she worries. She can’t help it. And she knows James worries too, even if he does do a better job of hiding it. 
There’s only one thing left to do, really; only one way to pass the time sufficiently distracted from racing thoughts. James must read her mind, because he’s all eager hands and excited tongue when she kisses him. Maybe it’s unhealthy, how much they’ve used sex to cope the past year. But when his mouth feels like this and hair’s in her hands…she’s not sure she cares.
“Prongs!”
They jump, springing apart like they’re fifth years caught after curfew. James swears under his breath as they fumble to right the clothes they’d started shoving aside before he reaches for the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.
“Padfoot!” 
Lily frantically feels around the sofa for her wand. 
“Why’s it so dar—oh, don’t tell me you were just—”
“We were waiting for you,” James covers. 
“Mate. That’s worse. Just say you were shagging.” 
“Well, we weren’t yet.”
“Hi, Sirius.” She brandishes her now-glowing wand, recovered from the seam between the cushions. 
“Lily! Looking rumpled as ever!” 
She yanks her cardigan back up her shoulder as she scolds, “Shut it.”
“I miss you, too.” 
They can only see Sirius’s chin in frame, and it seems like he’s moving around. 
“Happy birthday, man,” James says.
“Thanks.” 
“Where are you?” 
“Hang on—I have to show you—ready?” 
“Yeah?” 
His face comes into view and Lily instantly gasps. 
Sirius grins. “Like it?” 
His once shoulder-length hair’s been chopped off stylishly short in a fresh cut that makes him look like old Hollywood charm in that loose button-down he has on. 
“Damn, Pads!” 
“I…barely recognize you,” Lily stammers. 
“Well.” He adjusts the mirror closer to his face. “That’s sorta the point.” 
A heavy pit settles in her stomach. 
“How you been?” James asks. “Travel go okay?” 
“Yeah, fine.” Sirius shrugs. “I’ve been doing things the Muggle way—that Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.’s finally paying off, who woulda thought.”
“Where are you now?”
The mirror turns around, panning over an ocean-side city lit up with lights through a set of patio doors. “Cannes,” he says, and Lily hears the grin in his voice. The mirror turns back to his face. “I have access to money here, dad’s side of the family, in the French bank. And I figure…” He flops back atop a hotel bed, one hand beneath his head. “If Voldemort wants to come get me, he’ll just have to bring his snakey arse down to the beach, won’t he?”
They all bust up into snorting, wheezing laughter. It’s not normal; none of it’s normal. But laughing with her husband and their best friend like this is the closest to normal she’s felt in a long time, and she thinks, if this is how life has to be for awhile, she can live with it.
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4remus · 1 year
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every time i see someone write lily as a horrible parent or an absent one to fit some kind of a storyline i lose five years of my lifespan
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sybill-vanes-cod · 2 months
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hello folks are you having a good day well that sucks cos imma make it a worse love story by taylor swift but its jegulus to jily at the end where james pulls out a ring for lily and regulus is drowning
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writtenonreceipts · 2 years
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I was bored, so I made a list of prompts.  Feel free to reblog and use for your fics or other stories!
Random Angsty Prompts
Warnings: some might include references to blood/death/grief
I believe in you.  I always have.  Maybe that’s my fatal flaw.
I never forgot you. I couldn’t.
After everything, how could you not trust me?
I wanted this to end differently.
There was only one way this could go.
I miss you, more than I thought possible.
You never did trust me, did you?
They were proud of you, even if they never said it.
How many times have we said good-bye?
This is the last good-bye.
I thought you loved me.
I thought I loved you.
There was too much blood loss, I’m sorry.
There was an accident, [Person] is in the hospital.
They aren’t going to wake up, are they?
You’re not listening to me!
You’re the last person I thought would hurt me.
I’m sorry, I forgot.
I just wanted to say I’m sorry.
Would you lie to me? If it meant that I wouldn’t find out?
I forgot you were like this.
Do you think you could ever forgive me?
[You/He/She/They] swore no one would find out.
They never forget a thing.
I made a mistake.
It’s my fault that this happened.
Forgetting will never get easier.
If you go through with this, you’ll be giving up everything you’ve ever known.
Would you please just listen to me?
I hate remembering.
I’m doing the best I can.  Can you say the same?
You lied to me? // I had to.
Do you really think I’m capable of this?
If I remember correctly, you never came for me.
I thought you left.
You left me.
I know you’re there, open the door.
I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.
You carry the weight of death with you everyday.
Take me back.  I don’t want to be here.
Don’t worry, I’ll take this to my grave.
Stop holding back, I can take it.
I didn’t want this.
What happened to you?
Well, you have everything figured out, don’t you.
There’s no more time left.
Just give me a minute!
I can figure this out.
Please, let’s try and make this work.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
[He/She/They] are still in surgery, no updates.
Where are you hurt?
It’s just a bruise, nothing more.
It was an accident, I swear.
They’re delirious.
This might hurt, okay?
I tried calling you.  A few times actually.
You need to eat something.
Is that blood?
When was the last time you ate?
Just keep looking at me.
I brought you some food, I thought you would like it.
There are some things a person should never experience.  This is one of them.
When did you start lying to me?
I need to do this, why can’t you see that?”
I know this is difficult // I never said it was.
So?  Make me your villain.  Everyone else does.
You were never going to be my hero.
I had no choice. // There’s always a choice. // If you believe that, you’re far too naïve.
Forgiveness is a weakness, you taught me that.
I never much liked the dark.
I’m allowed to be scared.
Don’t let this break you.
When will you let this go?
Everything I’ve done has been for you.
Life isn’t a fairy-tale.
You were my best friend.
Why can’t you just listen to me?
Please, just let me forget you.
You’re the one who made it personal
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loverscrossmp3 · 8 months
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LIKE A RABID DOG. coming soon to an ao3 near you.
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starchaserdreams · 13 days
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Whispers of Lilies: A Jily Short Story
I wrote a 2,500 word Jily Hanahaki fanfic. If you're wondering if this is out of my norm, yes it is. But the story was calling to me and I couldn't resist writing it. Hanahaki absolutely screams Jily to me.
An excerpt:
"Lily there they are again," Mary whispered in the hallway between the Charms and Potions classroom on a Tuesday.
"Look I see more!" Marlene cried out late on a Friday night as she, Mary, and Lily all returned to the Gryffindor common room.
"There's more blood on these than the last ones," Lily said slowly on a Wednesday morning as she took in the mess in the greenhouse.
It had started a few weeks earlier: flower petals throughout the castle. Lily had never seen anything like it before, but she knew the old witch's tale: when unrequited love became too much, it began to consume the lover's very being. Flowers would grow in the lungs, causing the lover to cough up bloody flowers. The realm of magic was called Hanahaki, and it was incurable. Whoever was suffering was deeply in love with someone who didn't love them back, and their body was slowly succumbing to their mental anguish over it.
"There's so much blood," Marlene agreed. A week ago, it was just a trickle. Whoever it is must be getting sicker.
Lily nodded, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Because these weren't just any flowers, they were lilies. And everyone who understood Hanahaki magic knew that that very likely meant that the person was in love with Lily herself.
"It's got to be James Potter, right?" Mary asked. Even as she spoke, there was regret in her tone.
"James Potter's love is not pure," Lily scoffed. She knew enough about James' childish nature to know that him calling out to her across the grass was just for his entertainment. Him staring at her across the lunch table was for attention. When he picked up her books and offered to carry them, it was to play act as a hero.
James Potter was no sincere lover.
It's on AO3 here!
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startanewdream · 1 year
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A little something for the morning of Lily's 30th birthday. Slightly suggestive.
She hasn’t recovered her breath yet when James joins her side, his hand supporting his head; the smirk that shines on his lips is half the reason Lily used to call him insufferable, though she doesn't feel like complaining about anything at the moment.
“Have I ever told you—”
“You like watching me afterwards, yes.” Lily wishes she could summon a bit of dignity to throw a pillow over him, but her body is too exerted for it. “It makes you smug.”
“You hurt my feelings, love. I just like to appreciate a job well done.” A giggle escapes her lips, amused.
“Speaking of well done jobs—” She turns around, her hand tracing the strings of the pants that he managed to keep on, but James just pulls her hand back up, placing a soft kiss over the palm.
“Oh, no, it’s your day.”
“Exactly, you cannot deny my requests today.”
“Later,” he vouches, eyes shining with all the promises that Lily will charge later. “Now—have I ever told you I’ve always had a thing for older women?”
“Prat,” Lily calls, eyes rolling at the same old joke; she moves to pat his chest, but James reacts quickly. His hand captures hers, and his lips trace her pulse, sucking the skin as gently as he was doing before—to other parts of her body, that’s it. “I’m only two months older,” she reminds him, though with less conviction.
“Still—I’d never kissed a woman in her thirties before.”
“How scandalous.” She pops one eye open, watching him with amusement. “Mind you, I’ve gotten the better bargain here.”
His eyes darken as they move down to her body. “I must disagree with you there, definitely.”
Lily laughs. “Well, I’m with a guy still in his twenties.”
The smirk is back on his face. “How about you enjoy all my youthful stamina?”
“Let me guess, you’ve also never—”
But her voice is cut by an insistent knock on the door, punctuated by loud barks.
“Oh.” James sighs dramatically as he raises from the bed. “Damn, I almost forgot—you bewitched me, Lily.”
“It’s my 30’s charm,” she replies lazily, accepting the robe that James throws at her.
When he opens the door, a black dog invades the room. “Don’t, Sirius, no—” but it’s too late. The dog is over the bed, licking her face. “I will nurture you, I promise!”
The dog gives a bark that’s too much of a laugh, but he backs away, probably sensing that Lily’s threat is only half-exaggerated.
And then Harry is carefully placing a tray over the bed, his happy face showing all his pride. “Happy birthday, Mum!”
“Oh, come here!” He hugs her, not minding the dog’s spit at all. “Did you make this all by yourself?”
“Sirius helped—but the toasts were all me!”
“And I helped to distract you,” adds James gladly.
“It was a surprise breakfast,” agrees Harry, just as Sirius shifts back.
“Keeping Lily from rising up early,” he mocks. “How hard was it?”
“Hard enough,” James answers, winking at Lily. “But I will give the second part of her birthday gift later.”
“Ugh. Details.”
Harry eyes them. “What are you talking about?”
Lily bites the toast; it’s perfect. “You will get it when you are thirty.”
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thegirlwhowrites642 · 9 months
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One of the most fascinating things this whole jegulus epidemy produced was jily (a once upon a time substantially unquestioned ship) being given the hinny treatment. The definitive proof that even in female-dominated communities every road leads to misogyny.
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zephyrcove · 3 months
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hi just hopping on to start that @clare-with-no-i is a genius and theogony is a masterpiece that I will never get over !!!!!!!
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multiimoments · 3 months
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Fanfic AU Wishlist Tag
What are 3 AUs you'd love to write/draw/etc & 3 you'd love to read? And with which ships?
[Optional: Tag 6 or more friends whose AU dreams you want to learn about!]
ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ:
✏️ The Holiday (2006) x Marylily and Wolfstar [Outlining!]
✏️ Kate and Leopold (2001) x Panville
✏️ Our Flag Means Death (2022–23) x Wolfstar (and others)
ʀᴇᴀᴅ:
📖 The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern x Dramione
📖 Anastasia (1997) x Jily
📖 Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo x Marauders (all of them, pls! especially Dorlene and Jegulus!) [note: I did learn today that one such fic exists!]
I was super excited, so I made some moodboards for IG! (I have learned how to use Pinterest, finally 🤌🏽)
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Tagging everyone I can think of (and anyone else who wants to do it! 🥰): @emjayeingray @badhairred @dahlliiances @just--vi @toofadedtofight @wolfpadx @brigid-faye @heartsoncover @kat-m-toast @tigrrliily @spookeart @spookymoonie @cloaksnidget-3745 @imsiriuslyreading @howmanyfrecklesdoyousee @yourfriendlygryffindor @lavenderhaze @siriusly-sapphic @sleepstxtic @lucigoo @eurhythmix @summax2o @cancerravenclaw @the-noblehouseofblack @mochafrappiccinolatte @thisliminalspacedaydreams @kaaaaaaarf @thebibutterflyao3 @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen
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