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constancezin · 6 months
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jfleamont · 6 months
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@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics - 337 words - Week 2 Prompt:
Smoke
“I am finished.”
“You're not.”
“McGonagall is going to take my Head Girl badge away.”
Lily was looking straight ahead, and if the circumstances had been different he would have thought that she was just enjoying the view from the Astronomy tower, but she was avoiding his gaze.
“Oh, come on, she only saw you smoke, and she didn't say a word. And, she's seen me doing worse things.”
She shook her head. “You should have seen the look on her face! And it's different, James... No offence, but you're not risking much. You're a pureblood.”
“McGonagall isn't.”
Her head turned so fast that he was afraid she got whiplash. “What?”
“Her dad's a muggle. And you know she doesn't care about that stuff. It's our first week back and you're just nervous, I get it, but you're overthinking this. Plus, it's not like it was, you know... pot,” he whispered the last word, shooting her a knowing look.
“I don't know what you're referring to.”
She had a great poker face, he had to admit it.
“Mmh. I probably just dreamt that you were high as a hippogriff this summer at my house.”
“Yes.”
“And I must have imagined you trying to ride Sirius's bike, right?”
The left corner of her mouth turned up, and a dimple appeared. “You have a creative mind, what can I say?”
“Lily,” he admonished her.
“James,” her chin high in defiance, a challenge in her eyes.
He raised one eyebrow, and that was all it took to break both of them. Her laugh was loud and bright, and she had regained that mischievous glint in her eyes.
He recovered first and, still smiling, leaned on the railing again, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
“You know, I broke into Minnie's office once. I'm 96% sure she has a secret stash of catnip and if she catches you while you're high, I'll get that for you so you can blackmail her.”
“Ah, my knight in shining armour.”
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annabellelupin · 6 months
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James being the best stay at home dad ever while lily is a girlboss providing for her family is the most canon thing ever
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jilytoberfest · 7 months
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JilyExpress fic chain 2 (M+ rated)
Lily has no idea how much blood the human body holds— later, when she's sitting white-faced and trembling outside the makeshift infirmary she’ll finally speak the question aloud and Sirius will tell her it's 5 litres (why he knows this, she does not question)— but she does know the burgundy pool beside James’ shaking body is too big, his wheezing too loud, his breathing too laboured. Her eyes are too blurry to catch the way he looks at her as he fades, her hands are too busy casting— a frantic attempt to mend his cursed wounds— to note the feeble squeeze he gives her knee and she's much too scared at the thought of losing him to focus on anything but saving him. A hand—Sirius — squeezes her shoulder and with a hurried tap of her wand they begin to spin.
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kay-elle-cee · 7 months
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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 1 || 689 Words || Read on Ao3 —
“Excuse me?”
Lily looks up from her phone, startled by the proximity of the deep voice calling for her attention. The volume of the pub around them necessitates close proximity for any sort of conversation, and she blinks as her eyes focus on a (very) attractive man sliding into the seat next to her. Quickly, her eyes dart around looking for Dorcas, who should really be on her way back from the loo any second now, to no avail.
“You’re here with Meadowes, right?” The man asks, a black eyebrow raising knowingly, something unspoken and humorous dancing on his lips.
Rolling her eyes, Lily leans back in her seat and drops her attention to her phone. This happens all the time. “You’re not her type, sorry.”
The man lets out a sharp laugh that draws her gaze up once more, and it lingers to take in the untamable curls that fall in front of square-rimmed glasses. “I’d say not.” At the raise of her brow, he shakes his head with a smile. “I’m James. Marlene’s friend.”
Lily sucks a breath through her teeth and reaches for her half-empty drink. “I see.” Taking a long sip, she sets it down and straightens out the napkin on the table, fixing this man—James—with a tired, knowing look. “And I take it Marlene also disappeared to the toilets about ten minutes ago, and has yet to return?”
“‘Gone to get us drinks,’ actually,” James replies, fingers quoting around his friend’s excuse.
“Wonderful. And here I thought Dorcas wanted to have a girls' night.”
“To be fair to Dorcas, I think she is.”
Lily just stares blankly at him. “Does that usually get a laugh?”
“An exasperated groan, actually.”
“Good,” she nods, taking another sip of her drink. “You don’t need the encouragement.”
James places a hand over his heart in mock-pain, a smile spreading on his lips. “So Dorcas lured you here under the pretense of a girl’s night? Marlene said we were coming to a pub quiz. Imagine my disappointment.”
“This is so messy,” Lily sighs, tracing the top of her glass. “The last time they broke up—”
“I know,” James sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Their schedules just really don’t line up. Maybe that’s why they pulled us into it—someone to hold them accountable.”
“Fat load of good that does when they don’t even tell us the reason we’re here. I have other things I could be doing other than sitting alone in a pub on a Tuesday night.”
“Yeah I’m a little peeved at McKinnon. I actually rearranged my schedule because she said they were down a member.”
Lily’s lips twitch. “You rearranged your schedule for a pub quiz?”
“I rearranged my schedule to help a friend,” he answers, aghast.
“Your friend should be more appreciative and not run off to snog her ex-girlfriend in the toilets,” Lily grimaces, finishing her drink.
He sighs, bringing his beer bottle to his lips (and drawing Lily’s gaze there as well). “It’s not the first time she’s done something like this. I’m afraid I’m rather gullible when it comes to my friends.”
“It’s Dorcas’ first time pulling something like this.” She clears her throat and tears her eyes away from his lips, a flush crawling up her neck as she sees she’s been caught. James quirks an eyebrow.
“Maybe we should teach them a lesson. Make sure they don’t do it again.” 
Her pulse quickens. “Maybe. They shouldn’t leave their poor, suffering friends alone in a bar.” Green eyes flicker down to full lips for the quickest of moments. “Do you have an idea?”
“I do,” James breathes, and he’s leaning in towards her. “But I’d feel pretty shit following through without even knowing your name.”
She honest-to-God blacks out for a second, before remembering the four-lettered thing. “Lily.”
“Lily,” he repeats, and the sound of her name in his mouth sends a jolt of electricity through her. “I’m James.”
Her smile is fleeting as she spots two figures heading their way, and she rushes her next words. “You’ve already said that, and they’re coming. Now shut up and kiss me.”
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missgryffin · 7 months
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"I think we should sweep the library. Make sure it's empty." "And why's that?" "Because I need to be alone with you."
Captivated (a Vindicated prequel)
A little spicy something for Jilytober 👻 featuring @jilytoberfest prompts #10 and #16 + library smut, established relationship Jily, and no plot whatsoever.
Right this way.
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jaylienpotter · 7 months
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3rd October (sry I'm late) @jilytoberfest prompt
~ Tasty ~
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chiechie97 · 7 months
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The Cigarette's you left at Mine
A Jily Microfic for @jilymicrofics
Prompt: Smoke
The smoke curled around her tongue, it's acrid taste a bitter reminder of the man who had left them in her flat.
"Lily?" Mary called from inside. "He's at the door again, should I—"
"Tell him, to fuck off."
James Potter had never been good at taking a hint. Or no for an answer.
She thought things were serious between them. She thought he knew how she felt.
But apperantly he didn't see things the same way. She'd taken one look at the letter from Clara Clearwater on his kitchen counter and seen enough.
'You looked good last night. I'll see you this weekend for the charity ball. I still love you.'
All written in a letter that had arrived that morning.
She'd balled up the letter and thrown it at his face, yelling at him for being a prick, for leading her on, for making her think there was something serious between them.
Lily took another harsh drag of the ciggarette, watching the smoke from it swirl between her fingers like a snake.
The door to the terrace slid open behind her, the warm air from inside sliding up her back.
"Is he gone?"
"No."
She whipped around, the cigarette falling from her hand as she turned to stare at James.
"I thought I told you to fuck off."
"And I thought you told me smoking was a filthy habbit."
He had bags under his eyes, his shirt was rumpled and untucked from his trousers. Since leaving Hogwarts he'd become considerably more put together, but at that moment he looked like shit.
She glared at him. Stomping out the the remains of the fag that had fallen onto the floor of her balcony.
"Lily, please just listen to me for one minute. Let me explain." He had his hands up deffensivley, like he was waiting for her to strike him with her words.
"You have one minute."
He sighed in relief. Hand jumping to his hair, which was more unruly than usual.
"Clara and I ran into eachother at a dinner party my parents threw, I didn't know she would be there I haven't spoken to her since graduation."
"And she just sends you a love letter out of the blue?" Lily questioned, arms crossed angrily over her chest.
"You know our parents were hopeful for a relationship when we were in school. I have a feeling her parents still haven't dropped that idea." He explained.
"And yours have?"
"Yes." He emphasized, taking a step closer to her. "Because they know how crazy I am about you."
She sucked in a breath, an unwanted flutter in her chest lit up at his declaration.
"Do you swear that nothing has happened between you and Clara?"
"I swear on my life."
Lily starred at him for a moment, assessing the sincere and desperate look he was giving her.
"Alright."
"Alright?"
"Alright I believe you."
She pulled his pack of cigarretes out of her back pocket, her hands shaking with a deep sense of relief. "Do you want a smoke?"
He grinned, accepeting his own cigarette before reaching out to light the one she had put between her lips. His hand brushing against her cheek.
"Smoking is a filthy habit." He said, parroting her own words back at him.
"So are you."
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eastwindmlk · 5 months
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It was not uncommon for James and Lily to argue. It had never been. They argued about everything, every day, ever since everyone could remember. If there wasn’t bickering at the Gryffindor breakfast table, people would get the feeling that their day never really got started. Some students even started using the quality of the bickering and banter as an indication of how their day would go.
This meant that their ceasefire in seventh year left a lot of students unsettled. Left adrift without their daily dose of discourse. Everyone has witnessed how, over the years, it has gone from passionate dislike to begrudging affection and finally to outright flirtations. Not that it seemed like the pair had any idea.
Until, one day, things took a sudden turn. After having thrown around backhanded compliments and thinly veiled advances, everyone was whispering and betting on when they would finally admit to each other that this was more than just a little friendly rivalry.
It was a fairly dull Monday morning in early December when the Gryffindor table filled with the familiar bickering. People leaned in to catch the words that would have the student body talking for the remainder of the day.
James Potter was sitting with his arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as he huffed. “You know what, Evans? Fuck you.” Without missing a beat, the head girl shot back. “Would you?” Her head tilted slightly, winking as she watched him choke on his morning pumpkin juice.
Victorious at last!
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abihastastybeans · 6 months
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A @jilytoberfest micro using the prompt: Flip (@jilymicrofics) (also inspired by that one video)
"I do not have enough money to pay rent," Lily said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "What am I gonna do..."
She shot a look at James, who was sitting next to her, his face pulled into a determined frown. However his eyes dropped to her hands as she fiddled with her shirt button before popping one of them open.
"Mmm," he hummed, shifting in his seat. "I think we could figure something out."
He leaned forward and captured Lily's eager lips with his, his smirk matching her own.
"Oh my God, guys!" Sirius' exclamation was ignored. "It's fucking monopoly."
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thecasualauthor · 6 months
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For week three of @jilytoberfest 2023! Microprompt - partner.
Have some abstract-ish jily. These two have been and always will be partners in crime. 💜
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constancezin · 7 months
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Buying potions supplies
Classic witch and wizard jilytober!
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almosttenaciousmoon · 6 months
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wartime jily except its king by florence and the machine:
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children // And about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition
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emeralddoeadeer · 7 months
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31 Prompts for 31 Days
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@jilytoberfest is back! Happy October
A collection of drabbles
7. Getting engaged
James runs a quill tip over her skin, steady, sure.
Lifting her gaze from the parchment she’s working to fill Lily looks at her hand between them.
“What are you doing?” Voice barely a whisper, she doesn’t think she could raise it even if they weren’t in the library.
“Dreaming, imagining, planning…” He smiles softly, eyes still on the delicate pattern on the second finger of her left hand.
“I—”
“I’m going to marry you, Lily Evans, someday.”
Her voice now impossibly quieter, “Did you just propose to me?” 
“What would you say?”
Without hesitation, her voice is found.
“Yes.”
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jilytoberfest · 7 months
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JilyExpress fic chain 1 - G rated
It was common knowledge that soup was only for for the sick, or so Lily thought. Be it for her nemesis (he got promoted to love crush a few months ago) to refute that fact and cause an all out war in the Gryffindor common room. And that’s how Lily found herself on top of one of the couches there, arguing her case in front of the makeshift jury— Remus Lupin, Mary MacDonald and Benjy Fenwick.
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doriansbitch · 6 months
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first halloween as a marauders fan. this shit sucks
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