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yogirl-willow 3 months ago
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Happy Jily doesn鈥檛 die month 馃
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It鈥檚 October 馃ゲ So here鈥檚 some Potter cottage fluff before I get depressed.
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pottinglilies 3 months ago
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J.P. 鉂わ笍 L.E.
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my-little-bit-of-magic 3 months ago
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James: Oh shit. Where鈥檇 it go???
Lily: Wait what are you looking for?
James: It! The uh鈥 the thing. You know
James: *gestures randomly*
Lily: The鈥 hip thrust, stomach ache, angel, round object鈥?
Lily: OH our son??? He鈥檚 with Sirius.
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petalstofish 3 months ago
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Fleamont Potter: fuck you, my child is fine
Lily Evans: sir, your child has been asking me to marry him since we met at eleven
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moonawrites 3 months ago
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Two Blind Dates
Summary:聽Lily has had her fair share of good dates, bad dates, dead boring and dead-end dates. But she has never, in all her life, been on a date and had him say, 鈥淭his might sound insane, but I think you鈥檙e my best mate鈥檚 soulmate.鈥
(Or: Lily's friend sets her up on a date. Her date has a different idea.)
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I wrote something! My (unofficial?) Jilytober contribution!聽
10.5k words. All fluff and foolishness, no angst.
Muggle AU, feat. James x Remus friendship and also a blossoming Remus x Lily friendship HELLO PLEASE SHOW REMUS SOME LOVE
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bcdaily 3 months ago
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Percentages (Lily/James)
Summary:聽 James has a spell problem. Then a percentage problem.
A/N:聽 I think it's a damn miracle that I got something posted for jilytober within the first ten days. Someone give me a medal. Thank you @ghost-of-bambi for being a cheerleader and a Google doc friend.
Links: A03 + + FFnet
The flies are taunting him.
鈥淭utela praesidium鈥攖utela鈥攖ut鈥攐h, for fuck鈥檚 sake鈥斺 James tosses his wand in frustration, frowning darkly as the weathered mahogany clatters noisily against the broken courtyard cobblestone, and nothing鈥攂loody well nothing鈥攈appens to the sodding flies. An irritating powerlessness brews in his stomach, too familiar a burning sensation. A meter off, the swarm of giddy, food-drunk fruit flies dip and dive around the remnants of James鈥檚 lunch, mocking him with their carefree feast in the brisk February air.
In further insult, the wispy cage of glowing blue spellwork around the plate flickers rapidly.
The flies zoom right through it. Oblivious. Unaffected. It may as well be cloud.
Shit.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you bloody hold?鈥 James leans agitatedly over the crinkly, aged spellbook spread out on the ground before him. He flips back a page, squinting down at the miniscule text. At this point, he鈥檚 read through the instructions so many times, the words seem burned on his poor, belaboured irises. He adjusts his specs, as if that might help.
Tutela praesidium. Round, lift, flick, left sweep, through.
He has done, stupid fucking book.
Sighing, he grabs his wand again.
鈥淭ut鈥斺
鈥淗ey.鈥
Burnished cerulean dies on the tip of his wand. James鈥檚 mouth snaps closed as his heart goes thump in his chest鈥erfectly in time with Lily Evans, dropping elegantly down on the cobblestones beside him.
He keeps his eyes trained on the flies. 鈥淗ey.鈥
鈥淲hat are you doing out here?鈥 She fidgets about on the ground, pretty pink lips pulling into a frown. Her red hair is sleek about her shoulders, tangled up in the thick scarf she has twined tightly around her neck. She rubs her arms briskly through her cloak. 鈥淚t鈥檚 bloody freezing.鈥
James waves his wand. Instantly, the Warming Charm he鈥檇 cast earlier extends to cover her.
She gives a casual glance around.
鈥淐onvenient.鈥 She squirms until she鈥檚 comfortably settled facing him, the denim of her jeans poking out from her draped cloak as she props her legs up, then lays her folded arms atop her knees. The toes of her left trainer prod his thigh. 鈥淚 need you to do something.鈥
鈥淥h?鈥 James鈥檚 ears feel overwarm. He鈥檇 like to blame the Warming Charm, but he鈥檚 not that deliberately obtuse. Not in his own ruddy head, anyway. 鈥淵ou probably ought to know upfront that I鈥檓 terribly expensive and charge by the hour.鈥
鈥淢ost men overcompensating for something are,鈥 she returns immediately, coy and clever. The prod at his thigh becomes a proper kick, and when James flickers his gaze over, she鈥檚 rolling her eyes. His heart gives a kick of its own. Until she sticks him with a firm look. 鈥淵ou need to let Kiki Khan leave practice early tomorrow.鈥
James blinks. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淜iki Khan.鈥 She repeats the name slowly. 鈥淵our Seeker? You need to let her leave the pitch at six.鈥
鈥淚 know who she is.鈥
鈥淲onderful. So, yes?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥 James stares, nonplussed. 鈥淵ou want me to let my Seeker skive off practice a week before our match?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥 Another kick. 鈥淚 want you to let your Seeker depart your鈥攎ind鈥攕econd abruptly dropped-in practice of the week, a single hour early, because our Prefect meetings are Wednesdays at half-past, and poor Kiki is up in the common room working herself into a collapsible frenzy because she can鈥檛 manage the idea of either asking you, her despot captain, to let her leave training early, or Vivna Moore, our despot Head Girl, to let her arrive to the meeting late.鈥
James lifts his wand again, eyes cast down at the spellbook. He carefully retraces the described pattern. Round, lift, flick, left sweep, through.
鈥淚鈥檓 not a despot.鈥 He overemphasizes his through. 鈥淚鈥檓 admirably passionate.鈥
鈥淵es, of course.鈥
Her mockingly placating platitude does not go unnoticed.
(Neither, see, is the little grin she accompanies it with鈥攓uirked up at the corner, pressed thin with amusement. At him. Naturally. Or鈥or him? Shared, maybe, with him? Thump thump thump.)
He mindlessly, diligently, traces the pattern again.
鈥淲ho鈥檚 your dragon in this race, anyway?鈥 He leans down, flips the spellbook page back. 鈥淎nd why is it my dictatorship that has to bend? Why aren鈥檛 you toppling Moore鈥檚 brutal regime?鈥
鈥淐onsider me a concerned citizen,鈥 is Lily鈥檚 airy reply. She absently swipes at a bit of hair that鈥檚 blown across her face. 鈥淎nd because Vivna Moore is terrifying. And you鈥檙e not.鈥
Is he鈥ffended to be less terrifying than Vivna Moore?
James considers it. Can鈥檛 quite decide.
鈥淚f I admit to being a despot,鈥 he asks, 鈥渃an I keep my Seeker?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 feeling distinctly more figurehead than tyrant right now.鈥
鈥淧erhaps I am just a very brilliant diplomat.鈥
鈥淚 have thought you many things, Evans,鈥 James drolls laconically, lifting his wand, 鈥渂ut 鈥榙iplomatic鈥 is not one of them. Tutela praesidium.鈥
Round, lift, flick, left sweep鈥
Fuck. Fuck. Waning cerulean. He can already feel the spell sputtering as it leaves his wand.
鈥淚鈥檓 plenty鈥︹ The words die in Lily鈥檚 throat. She whips around. 鈥淲as that a Hextate Shield?鈥
James glares openly鈥攖yrannically鈥攁t the glimmering, useless blue cage.
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 even have the dignity to lay claim to the label of an attempt at one, does it?鈥 he bitterly bites off, wanting to hex something. The flies. The spellbook. Himself. He ducks his head down and is whipping through pages again. 鈥淒on鈥檛 know why it won鈥檛 bloody hold鈥斺
Lily drops her legs.
鈥淛ames. That鈥檚 a combat-grade shielding charm. Hardly Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6.鈥 She reaches out, lifting one end of the spellbook鈥檚 cover off the ground. 鈥淲hat is this? Where did you get it?鈥
鈥淎round.鈥 The Restricted Section, actually, specifically. He gives into his impulse, swats at the old tome with his toes. 鈥淥ught to have left it. I鈥檓 missing something鈥斺
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 twist your wrist. And you need to arch upward.鈥
James鈥檚 foot stops mid-second kick. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e turning your wrist in the lift.鈥 She mimes it, raising her own arm to demonstrate. 鈥淵ou need to keep it straight. And at the end鈥攜ou don鈥檛 dip to the left. You need to arc upward. Like鈥攈ere鈥斺
James doesn鈥檛 know what he expects. Even as he watches her, stunned into silence, and sees her lift off the ground and shuffle his way, he doesn鈥檛 know what he expects. So when she comes up behind him, covering her hand over his, and says, 鈥淟ike this,鈥 warm and low against his ear, and begins to guide his hand through the revised pattern, all he can do is鈥it there. Sit there, and let her move him like a mannequin. Putty in her hands. Pure jelly mush. He is her marionette, a puppet to be pulled any which way she desires. All strings, all over.
It鈥檚 not the first time he鈥檚 felt that way with Lily Evans, but it is the first time it鈥檚 seemed so literal.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
鈥淪ee?鈥 she asks, and the thing about Lily is she鈥檚 so breezy. So unfathomably certain of herself. Such ease of person, of body. James is so bloody envious of that, so irrevocably compelled. He knows he鈥檚 half bravado. More than half, maybe. Most sods are, aren鈥檛 they? It works, but it feels like squeezing into an ill-fit shirt a majority of the time. But she鈥f she鈥檚 playing at it all too, you鈥檇 never know. You really wouldn鈥檛. Does she even realise how special that is? How magnetic? She couldn鈥檛 possibly. She鈥檇 wield it with more care if she did, surely.
Her body remains pushed up against his side. On some rare occasions, he鈥檚 been this close to her before. He can鈥檛 think of them at the moment, but they exist. Can鈥檛 think much of anything, honestly.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not what the book says,鈥 he manages to say. His voice is low and scratchy.
鈥淣ope,鈥 she replies easily.
Her hand drifts off his. She remains beside him, crouched on her toes. His gaze flickers over momentarily, finds her watching him expectantly.
She has freckles across her nose, Lily Evans does.
He lifts his arm.
鈥淭utela praesidium.鈥
Well.
Well.
In a matter of a few lingering cerulean seconds, the bloody flies are pounding with irritation against a glowing, intricately constructed spellwork shield, firm as steel, caging James鈥檚 lunch plate.
One of them has dropped, dead, to the cobblestone, sliced through as the shield constructed.
James stares mostly at that fly, something caught in his throat.
鈥淛esus,鈥 Lily murmurs, eyeing the dead fly too.
James drops his hand slowly .
A peculiar feeling bubbles, strong and acidic, in his stomach. Equal parts satisfaction鈥nd dread.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 use that in Dueling Club,鈥 Lily says quietly, sitting back on the ground.
James shoots her a look. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not for Dueling Club.鈥
鈥淭hen what?鈥
He considers not answering鈥攕he knows the answer, surely, doesn鈥檛 she?鈥攂ut instead he leans to his right, where he鈥檇 left his rucksack open in a heap upon the ground. The newspaper is tucked neatly near the top, just beneath a broken quill and his battered Quidditch playbook. He grabs the folded black and white pages, ink no longer fresh from the morning drop-off. He tosses the paper her way.
It lands on her lap, top-fold up, headline bold across the page.
Attack on Nighey Square: Five Dead, Dozen Injured
Her head remains downcast, silky strands of her fringe falling over her forehead and into her eyes. Almost mechanically, she unfolds the morning edition. Her shoulders are hunched, her body stiff.
James resists the urge to drop a hand across her rigid spine.
鈥淵eah,鈥 she says. She fingers the crisp newspaper, her voice low. 鈥淪aw it this morning.鈥
So had James. Just like he鈥檇 seen the edition a month ago, about the assassination of the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a Muggle-born. Or the attack in Magical Brighton in the fall. The disappearances. The op-eds. The panic. The growing, unrelenting鈥nevitable.
All so fucking, terrifyingly, inevitable.
鈥淣ighey Square is just outside of Diagon,鈥 he tells her, his words flat and tense even to his own ears. 鈥淭here鈥檚 this grumpy old codger with a broom shop there. Unfriendliest wizard you鈥檝e ever met, but he somehow realigned my Comet 800鈥檚 bristles to cut down on my sprints by 1.3 seconds. Sirius and I were there for two hours just before Christmas.鈥
They hadn鈥檛 named the dead or injured in the article. Couldn鈥檛, likely, yet. Too soon. Too late. But James hasn鈥檛 been able to get Mr. Fiagro鈥檚 gnarled and scowling face out of his head since the owl had dropped off the paper this morning. The image sits in his stomach like a stone, heavy and hard.
As he watches, Lily lifts her head slowly. Shakes it.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛鈥斺
鈥淭his isn鈥檛 going away, Lily.鈥 He can鈥檛 keep the sharpness from his voice. 鈥淎nd it鈥檚 getting worse. Dangerously worse. Dumbledore may want to keep us cosseted and coddled here with Standard Book of Spells, but it鈥檚 a waste of our fucking time. There鈥檚 a fight coming.鈥 The back of his neck prickles. Realisation dawns. Idiot. 鈥淎nd you know it, too. Otherwise you wouldn鈥檛 know how to correct my Hextate Shield.鈥
Her head tilts, a rueful twist of her lips. 鈥淲ell. Not much of a choice for me.鈥
He鈥檚 a cock. Of course he doesn鈥檛 need to tell her that it鈥檚 not going away, that there鈥檚 a fight coming. Bloody living it, isn鈥檛 she?
鈥淪orry.鈥
鈥淗m.鈥
鈥淲hen?鈥
鈥淒id I learn?鈥
鈥淵eah.鈥
鈥淟ast year. After that shit Mulciber pulled with Mary.鈥
鈥淩ight.鈥 Nothing had happened to Mulciber, after he鈥ucking hell, Mary Macdonald could鈥檝e been seriously, seriously hurt. She鈥檇 walked around like a ghost until term had ended, a limp, wrung-out version of her previous vivacious self. She鈥檇 never been able to recall exactly what spell Mulciber had used. That it was dark magic seemed patently obvious鈥ut without evidence, the Slytherin had claimed it all an innocent, misunderstood joke, skulked off with a slap on the wrist.
James lifts a hand to his hair, sweeping and pulling in agitation.
鈥淪orry,鈥 he says again.
鈥淔or?鈥
James considers it. 鈥淔or taking an extra year to catch on. Longer, probably. For talking at you just now like you wouldn鈥檛 already鈥o fucking righteously condescending, wasn鈥檛 it?鈥 He laughs without humour. He feels like a prime wanker. 鈥淔or not finding a bloody better book,鈥 he scoffs, kicking the thing again. 鈥淲hat else?鈥
鈥淢ore?鈥 Lily asks softly.
James pulls a face. 鈥淪urely. I鈥檒l think of them later. Send you an annotated list.鈥
Lily lets out a noise鈥攁 strangled, high-pitched sort of frustrated exclamation鈥攁nd punches him not precisely gently in the arm.
鈥淚diot,鈥 she says.
鈥淥w.鈥 James rubs at his arm. 鈥淔ine. I鈥檒l think of them now.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so鈥斺 She props her knees up again, drops her head atop her folded forearms this time. Then she pops it back up quickly. 鈥淭his is why you drive me raving mad, do you know that?鈥
鈥淏ecause I don鈥檛 make timely lists?鈥
鈥淏ecause you鈥斺 The noise is unleashed again. Slips of red hair are blowing in the wind. Her eyes are very bright, green and glowing. She sits up straighter. 鈥淏ecause,鈥 she repeats again, distinctly, 鈥渉alf of the time鈥ou do these things鈥ou say these things鈥pologies and Hextates and鈥nd鈥nd I want to鈥︹
鈥淧unch me again?鈥 James offers sadly.
鈥淪mother you,鈥 Lily replies. Then: 鈥淲ith my mouth. Lick you. Devour you. All over. For hours. Days. From your dumb, dirty trainers to your irritatingly pretty face.鈥
鈥hat, James thinks.
What.
What.
鈥淏ut then the other fifty percent of the time,鈥 she continues, railing, getting into this now, 鈥淚 want to take that same pretty face鈥濃攕he mimes this, holding up a palm, as if she鈥檚 cupping his imaginary pretty face, then swings it in a sweeping arc to the ground鈥斺渁nd smash it into a mud puddle. A giant, messy, really vile mud puddle. And just hold it there, until you somehow get it through your thick skull that you鈥檙e too bloody clever and caring to waste half your energy on stupid laddish inanity.鈥 She drops her hand, lets out a puff of clear irritation. 鈥 鈥榊ou probably ought to know upfront that I鈥檓 terribly expensive and charge by the hour,鈥欌 she mimics in an overly gruff tone鈥攊s that meant to be him?鈥攂efore pulling a face, like she鈥檚 just sucked a lemon. 鈥淲hy do you do that?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛鈥now.鈥 James doesn鈥檛 even feel like his mouth is connected to his brain any longer. He doesn鈥檛 know how he even sputters the words out.
Sometimes he has thought鈥
Well. Sometimes鈥攖hough a majority of the time he鈥檚 certain he鈥檚 dreaming up the whole thing鈥攈e鈥檚 thought she might鈥hey are two people, circling each other, always. For the wrong reasons. For the right ones. Compelled, nonetheless. Or, he鈥檚 been compelled. She doesn鈥檛 reject the compulsion, never has done, but he couldn鈥檛 ever be entirely certain that any of this鈥eeling鈥(there is so much feeling)鈥as been reciprocated. Because she is breezy, and blithe, and sure. And he鈥檚 never been, around her. For years, he had always said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing. Occasionally, he鈥檇 stumble on the right one, but it鈥檇 always seemed like a supremely fancy trick. It had gotten a bit easier over the years, maybe, but鈥
But.
What.
鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 remarkably irritating,鈥 she says, and like she can鈥檛 help herself鈥攍ike she can鈥檛 help herself鈥攕he lifts her hand and brushes her fingers quickly, unnervingly, over his head, through his hair. Her nails scratch lightly at his nape. Then she shoves halfheartedly at him. Sits back again.
James just keels languidly over with the gentle push, like a bobbing buoy swaying in strong currents.
He feels a bit like he鈥檚 drowning, actually.
Underwater, out of breath, searching for surface.
She wants to lick him?
鈥淪o that鈥檚鈥︹ He clears his throat. Are his fingers numb? They feel a bit numb. 鈥淔ifty percent, you said? Half the鈥he devouring, half the mud suffocation?鈥
She鈥檚 picking at her cuticles now. Doesn鈥檛 even look up. 鈥淎pproximately.鈥
鈥淎h.鈥 Thump. Thump. Thump. Another throat clearing. 鈥淲ell. Well. For the record鈥e tip that over to, say鈥ixty-forty. In favour of the licking. And I鈥檓 in.鈥
A snort. 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淪eventy-five.鈥
鈥淣inety.鈥
鈥淣inety?鈥 James sits up. 鈥淭his is meant to be a negotiation, Evans!鈥
鈥淚s it? Recall鈥濃攕he stops picking at her fingernails, finally looks up at him with an arched eyebrow鈥斺測ou have thought me many things, but 鈥榙iplomatic鈥 is not one of them.鈥
He groans loudly, and she laughs鈥攍aughs, properly, warmly, and not even at him, really. With him, this time. At least fifty percent, with him.
They鈥檙e not tremendous numbers, frankly, but he can work with them.
He will work at them.
She lifts herself off the cobblestones with an admirable ease, not remotely as jelly-legged and bowled over as James himself feels. If he tried to stand now, surely he would collapse straight back down, loose as a flobberworm. Humiliating, that.
But鈥
He thinks鈥攖hinks鈥攎aybe her cheeks are a bit red as she comes to stand over him. Rosy, at the very least. It could be the wind, of course, the brisk February air鈥ut James doesn鈥檛 think so.
Thumping, jumping, his giddy-winged heart just does not think so.
鈥淚f I let Kiki Khan leave training early,鈥 he posits, 鈥渉ave I knocked my percentage up? Sixty? Sixty-five?鈥
She cocks her head down at him.
鈥淧lease,鈥 she scoffs. 鈥淔ifty-two.鈥
鈥淔ifty-two?鈥
鈥淵our motives are sullied,鈥 she declares primly, sticking her hands in the deep pockets of her billowing cloak. 鈥淭hey鈥檙e lust-soaked motives.鈥
James frowns, muttering, 鈥淧retty high and mighty up there denouncing lust-soaked motives when you鈥檙e the one who brought up licking.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 incredibly contrary.鈥 Oh, yes. Definitely blushing now. Definitely, definitely. She prods her toe at the spellbook in front of him. 鈥淭his, though?鈥 One hand slips out of her cloak. She playfully walks two fingers across the top of his hair. 鈥淪ixty-one,鈥 she says. 鈥淓asily.鈥
James grabs her hand. He doesn鈥檛 quite, quite, tangle their fingers together鈥ut they sort of鈥hey twine.
Tentatively, they twine.
鈥淚s that including or excluding the Kiki plus two?鈥
She pulls her fingers away, laughing.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l tell Kiki?鈥 she asks as she turns.
鈥淚ncluding or excluding?鈥 James prods again.
鈥淧ushy,鈥 Lily murmurs in chastisement. 鈥淢inus point five.鈥
鈥淢inus鈥斺 James sits up. 鈥淪ince when is this a decimal system?鈥
鈥淚 have a better book than that,鈥 Lily says, nodding at the old spellbook still on the ground, ignoring his mathematical outrage. 鈥淔ind me later. I鈥檒l lend it to you.鈥
鈥淚鈥檒l tell Kiki,鈥 he grumbles, not above a grumpy pout.
She smiles at him. He will not be delighted by it, by her, this undiplomatic manipulator of numbers.
But he watches her as she ambles back to the castle.
Watches, wonders, and plots percentages.
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constancezin 3 months ago
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James and Lily short life at Godric's Hollow
Because jilytober is also pain and sorrow.
(Compilation of draws i made last year)
For @jilytoberfest
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thejilyship 3 months ago
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鈥淲hy did you wait until I moved on?鈥 prompt if you want!! <3
This is an old prompt, but I want to write something today, so here is a short little something
It's angsty, canon-ish and yeah. Here you are:
"Why did you wait until I moved on?" The waiver in James' voice had tears springing to Lily's eyes, but she blinked until they were no longer threatening to fall down her cheeks.
They were standing in the middle of the corridor adjacent to the charms classroom. They had just finished up class and James had overheard Marlene saying something very damning to Lily. Marlene hadn't known that James was right behind them, but he had been, and he'd been able to piece together that Lily now had feelings for him. Despite the fact that James no longer had feelings for Lily, despite the fact that James was now dating someone that wasn't Lily.
She shrugged, pressing her lips together. She couldn't speak now, if she tried, the tears would only come back and she'd be unable to stop them again.
So she shook her head until she was able to take a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. "I didn't mean to." She said, jutting her jaw the side and clearing her throat. "I didn't know that you- I didn't know about you and Annabel."
James' hand flew to his hair and he turned away from her, looking toward the portrait they'd stopped beside, the one with the old witches holding broomsticks as they played a game of gobstones. They were unusually quiet and Lily wished they'd stopped a little further down the corridor, near the window or the painting of the sunflower field.
She watched James' face, unable to look away as she waited for him to say something. His hand didn't leave his hair and his eyes narrowed before he looked back at her, but only for a moment and then his eyes turned down, toward the floor.
"I fancy Annabel."
"I know." Lily said quickly, her hands in tight fists around her knit jumper. "I know you do, and I didn't want you to find out that I fancied you! Marlene shouldn't have said that, you weren't supposed to-"
"But you do," He interrupted quietly, turning back toward her. His eyes were still narrowed, but his mouth made him look unsure. "You fancy me?"
A ridiculous question after everything she'd put herself trough the last couple of months. She'd realized she fancied him after visiting with him in Diagon Alley only to find out the next time she saw him that he was dating Annabel.
She hadn't tried to get over him, she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that any time soon. This feeling she was carrying around in her chest for him was heavy like a boulder, permanent like a tatoo. It wouldn't be easy to rid herself of something like this, something that felt tied to her lungs, seared to her heart.
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave one small nod. "Yes."
James shook his head and pulled at his hair, making it stick up more than usual. He opened his mouth and then closed it. Lily stood before him, tightening her arms as he repeated the process a few times. And then she was shaking her own head.
"James, we don't need to talk about it." She said, forcing her muscles to relax and reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I know you're dating Annabel, I know that I'm too late, you were never supposed to find out."
"But I did."
"I know, but it's my burden, not yours." She shrugged, an attempt at nonchalance. James didn't look like he bought it. "I'll get over it," She lied. "I promise. I like being your friend too much to lose you over a stupid crush."
James' jaw clenched and Lily watched his mind racing.
It felt as though the silence might stretch on forever, and then James was nodding. "I like being your friend too."
"Good." Lily forced a smile. "So we'll just keep being friends and I'll throw Marlene out a window for being a loud mouth."
James didn't smile and Lily started to get worried for the first time since he'd asked to speak with her after class had ended. She hated watching him date someone else, but she would hate things to be awkward and weird between them even more.
So she reached out and swatted him on the shoulder. "Stop looking at me like that. People fancy people all he time! It's not a big deal." More lies. "Laugh at my jokes or I'll shove you out the window with Marlene."
James' smile looked forced now. "Be funnier and I'll laugh."
"Ha ha," Lily rolled her eyes and hitched her bag up her shoulder. "Now come on, let's get to our next class. It'd be bad form showing up late when we're the head students."
"Bad form, yeah." James agreed. Lily spun around and started walking, expecting James to fall into step beside her.
He did, and she nudged him with her elbow. "I really do like being your friend you know."
James' smile was almost real. "Yeah, I know." He nodded. "Who wouldn't?"
"There's that James Potter charm," Lily snorted.
She hated that he knew. Things were never going to be the same now.
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mischief-marauders 3 months ago
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James Potter and Lily Evans at the Yule Tide Ball
Stag and Doe, King and Queen of the forest
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adenei 3 months ago
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You're in my seat.
Written for @jilytoberfest 31 Prompts for 31 Days.
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鈥淚 still can鈥檛 believe you two are together,鈥 Mary hissed in Lily鈥檚 ear.
They were making their way down to Transfiguration after eating breakfast in the Great Hall, and Lily had only just told Mary of her new relationship status when they woke up that morning.
鈥淪hh, no one knows yet,鈥 Lily scolded.
鈥淥h, please, you know he鈥檚 told the boys. There鈥檚 no way he could keep that from them. Six years of trying to win you over, then he finally does it and has to keep quiet? Yeah, right.鈥
鈥淗e would if I asked him to.鈥
鈥淎nd did you?鈥
鈥淲ell, no, but鈥斺
鈥淢y point exactly.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e insufferable.鈥
鈥淏ut you love it.鈥
Lily smiled. She had to admit that she did love her best friend鈥檚 enthusiasm, even if she was overly smug about it.
As they entered the classroom, Lily followed the familiar path to the seat she鈥檇 grown accustomed to over the last few weeks. It was the same seat she鈥檇 occupied every year, but this year, James had slid into the spot next to her before Mary arrived on the first day of classes. Lily hadn鈥檛 complained, which surprised all of their closest friends.
And yet, when she looked up to see the familiar sight of James鈥檚 unruly inky hair, she realized he wasn鈥檛 alone at the small two-person desk. That snobbish Ravenclaw, Genevieve Prue had taken her seat and was chatting up her boyfriend. Lily narrowed her eyes, planning her game of attack. She was going to be polite about it, but then Genevieve鈥檚 hand reached out to graze James鈥檚 arm and Lily saw red.
She vaguely heard Mary mutter, 鈥淥h, this is going to be good,鈥 as she marched toward the pair. Stopping at the side of the desk, she slammed her books down.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e in my seat.鈥
Genevieve turned slowly and gave her a disinterested look. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 see your name anywhere.鈥
鈥淗uh. I didn鈥檛 know I needed to label a seat I鈥檝e been consistently sitting in for six years.鈥
鈥淥r you could get here earlier next time. You know, I thought I鈥檇 be doing you a favor, considering you and James don鈥檛 like each other. Maybe I can even take him off your hands for you. Then you can have your precious little seat back.鈥
Lily鈥檚 vision erupted in flames at Genevieve鈥檚 snobbish comment. She鈥檇 learned how to keep her temper in check over the years, but Genevieve had crossed a line. There was no way Lily was going to let her steal her man.
She whipped out her wand, but instead of pointing it at Genevieve to hex her, she turned toward James. His eyes widened as he threw his hands up in the air, his mouth opening to defend himself, but Lily was faster. She conjured a label that stuck to James鈥檚 robes, just under his Head Boy badge. Loopy letters appeared that matched Lily鈥檚 handwriting next, and once they all materialized, it read: Property of Lily Evans.
Satisfied, she turned back to Genevieve with a triumphant smirk on her face. 鈥淪orry, Genny, but I believe James is already taken, so you might want to go find someone else to paw over instead.鈥
鈥淲hat the hell, Lily?鈥
鈥淲ould you like me to label the desk too, or can you take the hint?鈥
Lily folded her arms in front of her and waited. Genevieve鈥檚 nostrils flared as her face turned red in anger as she stood, slid her belongings off the desk, and stalked off to one of the desks in the back where her fellow Ravenclaw friends were sitting. Lily wasted no time occupying the now vacant seat and busied herself with taking out her notes and preparing for the day鈥檚 lecture. A slow clap sounded behind her, but she resisted the urge to look.
鈥淲ell done, Evans,鈥 Sirius praised, and she felt a small smile creep across her lips.
The smile only grew wider as James leaned in and whispered in her ear, 鈥淪o much for keeping it quiet for a while.鈥
Lily simply shrugged. 鈥淲hat can I say? I don鈥檛 like to share.鈥
Her retort was met with the sweet sound of James鈥檚 laughter before his lips grazed her cheek. 鈥淵ou won鈥檛 hear me complaining.鈥
鈥淥i, get a room!鈥 Mary said, tossing a crumpled-up piece of parchment at the back of their heads.
鈥淧lease, Mac, don鈥檛 act like you haven鈥檛 been waiting forever for this,鈥 James said behind his shoulder.
鈥淣ot as long as you, Potter, not as long as you.鈥
鈥淭ouche.鈥
Touche, indeed.
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mppmaraudergirl 3 months ago
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"You're in my seat."
(a jilytober drabble)
"You're in my seat."
"Sorry?"
"My seat. You're sitting in it."
Hazel eyes dance. "I didn't realize they assigned seats beyond secondary school."
Green eyes narrow. "I've been sitting in this seat all term. It's mine. A fact which you would know if you'd turned up at any point instead of only on exam days."
A smirk joins the dance. A stomach flips. "I have been here all term as a matter of fact. And I have, indeed, seen you sitting here."聽
Teeth grind. "Glad we've sorted that. Now please move."
The boy infuriatingly does not, of course. If anything he settles in more firmly on his鈥攈er seat. "What's so special about it anyway? I've been dying to know."
"And that's why you're here?"
The boys smirk twitches wider momentarily. "One of the reasons, yes."
She doesn't care to ask for the others. There are only ten minutes until the exam is due to start. Every minute speaking to this trouble-maker is one fewer for her last minute notes review.
Her pause is long enough to welcome him to continue. "I think I've determined why you like this spot so much. First off, it's perfectly positioned by the heat vent鈥攏ot directly underneath to make you too warm, but close enough to pull the chill out of the air. It also has a lovely but not too distracting view of the courtyard outside. And, I suppose, once old Sluggy gets here, the acoustics are probably top notch: loud enough but not too loud."
"You're mad," she says, blush creeping up her cheeks. How did he do that?
"I'm not the only one, I reckon," the boy replies, now standing. She has to crane her neck to maintain eye contact and boy does she find herself wanting to. "James, by the way, James Potter."
He stretches his hand out but she eyes in, faking repulsion.
"Am I supposed to care?"
He鈥擩ames Potter鈥攍aughs. "I guess not. Well, that's what I get for waiting all term to talk to the prettiest girl in class. Maybe we'll have a class together next term and I can steal your seat then, too."
He steps around her, agile despite his wide shoulders, the grin never leaving his face. He sends a wink toward her before jogging up the steps to a desk in the back row.
She can't help but watch him plop down in the seat, an easy grin still on his face as he waves to her. She turns away in a huff, gently sitting down in her seat, angry more at herself than him for the fluttering in her stomach that tells her he isn't the only one hoping they share another class next term.
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The cottage feels empty whenever James goes out to do the weekly supply runs. Lily is usually worried whenever he has to step outside the house, but no one feels his absence more than Harry. So they play until he gets back home safely. 鉂わ笍
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paperbacksandpolaroids 2 months ago
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Mary and Remus asleep in the Gryffindor common room at 4am. After the after party. Taken by Lily.
(Photo creds to my friend Emily, it鈥檚 me and my bf in the pic)
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mischiefhasbeenmanaged 3 months ago
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Okay but AU where James and Lily have a daughter (in addition to Harry) and she looks just like Lily but has James鈥 eyes and she鈥檚 also James鈥 little princess and can do no wrong
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moonysteaa 3 months ago
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ah yes, it鈥檚 october, the month of pain, a rat betraying his friends, death and hot chocolate 鉂わ笍
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theresthesnitch 3 months ago
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Dear readers,
While we generally try to let these diary entries speak for themselves, we at the Daily Prophet feel the need to provide a forward for today鈥檚 entry. We have not edited or revised this letter in any way. We have chosen, with the consent of Mr. Potter, to publish the entry in full. Please know that no other entry has affected our staff as much as the one below.
Please be kind to yourself and read on if you feel you are prepared to do so.
To Harry Potter: you have our kindest thoughts and deepest sympathies.
G.R. Abbott, Editor
Please turn to page 3 to continue reading.
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October 24, 1981
My dearest Harry,
My sweetest darling. My little love. My bundle of endless, boundless energy. I hope I am always able to remember the way your eyes light up when you see me, and the smile that breaks open your face when you laugh. As much as I hate the situation we're in now, I shall forever be grateful for this closeness. It is just you, and me, and your father, and we have so much time to spend together - time that may have otherwise been devoted to silly meaningless things.
I hope that one day you can forgive me. I am not a perfect mother, if such a thing exists, but I have tried to do the best I can by you. And yet, I am burdened by a great deal of guilt for the lot in life that has been assigned to you because of my selfishness. James and I chose to have a baby, in the middle of the war, thinking that you could be our bright spot of happiness. You are, in every way, the best part of my life. However, because I wanted you to make my days happier, I have cursed you.
Sometimes I find myself wishing that James and I had never become pregnant. Not because you are not so incredibly loved my darling, because please do not think that is the case. However, by choosing to give you life, I have placed you at the center of this prophecy that will haunt you for your entire life.
The problem is that even if I had known then what I know now, I still wouldn't have changed a thing. I still would have pushed back against the forces of evil, stood up for those that needed it, and I still would have loved your father. Even to my dying breath I shall still love your father, and I shall still love you. I cannot change the situation we are in now, and I would not change you for anything.
I wish I could save you from this great burden. It is a mother's obligation to protect her child, and I have failed you. If you are truly meant to be the one who stops him then I'm afraid I know what this must mean. I want to be wrong. I hope I am wrong. Yet, fighting a war for the entirety of my adult life has left me disillusioned with the notion of hope. There is no hope here; only tragedy.
So I know what this must mean.
We didn't know, of course, that you would have a destiny when you were only a small thing in my womb. It wasn't until you were nearly born that we even heard about the prophecy. I tried to hold off the labor for just a few more hours so that you were born in August rather than July. But you came exactly when you wanted, exactly when you were meant to.
Sometimes, I still hope that it's not you, but that's a selfish thing, too. If I am hoping that it is not you, then by extension what I'm really doing is hoping that it's Alice's little boy, and how could a mother wish for that destiny on someone else's child. So I cannot hope for that either. There is no hope here.
I suppose I hope that your destiny comes calling quietly. I hope that it is a quiet victory and that nobody knows except that he is gone. And I hope it happens soon so that you can spend the rest of your life happy. I hope that you have the longest, happiest life possible.
I won't even bother hoping for the same for myself. That's not what this means. What it means for me鈥
It means that our time together is short, yours and mine and your dad鈥檚. It means that you will grow up without us. It means鈥
It means that we are going to die.
I know that when the time comes, I won't be able to not stand in his way and try to protect you once more. Perhaps if it is your destiny I should just step aside, but I cannot. I cannot. I shall stand in front of you even if it is the last thing I shall ever do. If I can protect you for even a moment longer, it shall all have been worth it.
My darling baby. My life with you has been so beautiful. You are so loved. My biggest regret is that I shall not get to live to see more of it. If there鈥檚 some sort of afterlife, know that I shall always be watching you and waiting for you. I will see you again.
Please mind Sirius. I know he is not the same as having your parents, but he does care for you. I hope he reminds you how much I love you so often that the words are carved into your ears and your mind. And please do not believe any of the stories that he tells you, as I guarantee it is either an exaggeration or an outright lie.
Please always remember that I love you. I will love you forever. I will love you until my dying breath. I will love you in the beyond. I will love you until the very, very end.
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annabellelupin 3 months ago
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Ocotber 1st: *is the date*
Me [to Marauders fans]: *gives box of tissues* you're going to need these for the next 31 days
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constancezin 2 months ago
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Training Duel
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Guess who were the most competitive during those sessions?
For the @jilytoberfest
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whataloadofqueers 3 months ago
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james : we are the marauders
lily : and lily
james : don't worry, you're a maurauder too love
lily : no thanks, i'd rather not be associated with you four
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theesteemedladydebourgh 3 months ago
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Rating:聽E
At seventeen, Lily fell in love in secret. At eighteen, she said no to a marriage proposal from a man she loved. At nineteen, things that were always meant to be come back together.
(How Lily and James fought a war, lost each other, and fell in love a second-first time).
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For the @jilytoberfest鈥 Bittersweet Challenge!聽FLUFF TO ANGST: "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."
Thank you @clare-with-no-i for helping me push my Sisyphean Boulder up the hill by making me add this post聽(and聽@mabeltothknows aka the original architect) and all it鈥檚 E-ratedness to this. your order!jily separation anxiety legacy lives.
um also if you鈥檙e on the jily discord and saw me go through my mid-life crisis trying to finish this fic鈥o u didn鈥檛
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It was October.
The rain pattered for weeks and anxious first years were overheard excitedly wondering if it would abate in time for the first Quidditch match of the year.
Lily nearly laughed when she heard this and told them not to worry; the Gryffindor captain was too determined and insane to let something like weather spoil a match. Which might have been quite inconsequential, if their Head of House didn鈥檛 share the same values and could be heard loudly lecturing on the importance of a stiff upper lip in the face of 鈥榓 bit of rain鈥.
Lighting and thunder boomed outside, rattling the windows of the Great Hall.
Lily鈥檚 eyes went to James.
He was sitting on the far side of the hall, tucked amidst his laughing friends and teammates. Lily was on the steps by the doors; out of sight, out of mind. The Slytherins were getting bolder each day, more and more Muggleborns ending up in the Hospital Wing, and the shadows offered her a bit of peace.
James spotted her looking and an instant smile broke across his face. He didn鈥檛 wave, but he cocked his head at the table, a silent invitation.
Lily shook her head, raising her napkin filled with toast as justification.
James grinned. Mouthed: Hey.
Lily bit the inside of her cheek so she didn鈥檛 smile, then glanced around to make sure no one saw them. He wasn鈥檛 being as careful as they usually were today, but his mates were all distracted with their own things, so there was no harm done. They were still a well-kept, lovely secret.
Good luck, she mouthed back. See you after?
He grinned and made another vague gesture鈥攐ne that left nothing to her imagination as to what he wanted to do to her after.
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