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up-to-some-good · 11 months

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You Are In Love

My second piece for @cruelsummer-ficfest!! This is honestly one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy!

Ship: Jily

Song: You Are In Love (Taylor's Version)

James

James Potter had been declaring his love for Lily Evans since he was eleven years old. He saw her in the train and just knew – he could annoy that girl forever. That’s how it started, at least. For the first three years he was like a younger sibling, trying to find the right button to press to get a huff.

Then he turned fourteen and suddenly, it wasn’t as funny when she rolled her eyes at his every action and refused to talk to him. At fifteen, it hurt when she tore his Valentine’s card in half without even looking at it.

At sixteen he realised he needed to grow up and decided to leave her alone. The realisation came with his best friend, arriving halfway through the summer of ’76 with a wand and a few bruises, begging for somewhere to stay that wasn’t overrun with Death Eaters. They all needed to grow up, act like the adults they nearly were, and start preparing for war.

An unintentional consequence of all this was his growing friendship with Lily. They sat together in Potions and by the start of Christmas break, she was laughing at his jokes and agreeing to study together in their free periods. By the end of the year, she sought him out at mealtimes and sat with him and the marauders in the common room. He heard from her first when he became Head Boy, her owl arriving seconds after he sent his to congratulate her.

They started dating in October ’77. Night patrols around the castle became a time for them to talk about the war, about exams, about her sister and his adopted brother. She kissed him first. He knew he liked her, had for ages, but hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship he’d just gotten. She didn’t care. Life is too short, she said, not to take a chance.

He liked her. He knew this. Even his eleven year old self had known that, somewhere deep down. The extent of it didn’t hit him until the end of the year.

Exams had finally ended for the seventh years. In a few days, they’d be graduating and leaving Hogwarts forever. They hadn’t had time to be excited yet, to be happy. NEWTs had been gruelling, and they were all exhausted.

James walked in from his last patrol to find Lily asleep on the sofa in the common room. There were two mugs of hot chocolate on the table across from her, kept steaming warm with a charm. He walked over to her and crouched in front of her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to wake her gently.

“Waited for you,” she slurred.

“You didn’t have to,” he responded in a whisper. “You could’ve gone to bed.”

She sat up slowly, stretching her back and rubbing her eyes.

“Don’t wanna go to bed,” she groaned. “I wanna be with you. Let’s go for a walk.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” he replied. “McGonagall will have our heads.”

“What’s she going to do? Expel us? There’s three days left before we graduate.”

He chuckled and stood up, pulling her up with him. She grinned and picked up both mugs, handing one to James. He took a sip before grabbing her hand and walking them to the portrait hole.

They wandered down to the lake, chatting about old memories in whispers and pointing out constellations once they got outside. After one lap around the lake their drinks were finished, and they decided to head back to the warmth of Gryffindor tower.

Halfway back, Lily ran out of steam and draped herself across James’s back, grumbling about the long way back. Chuckling to himself, he vanished their mugs to free his hands and picked her up. She tucked her face into his neck and gave him a sleepy hum of thanks as he began walking again.

Sometimes before the portrait hole, her breathing evened out. She was fast asleep, her arms around his neck, his arms under her thighs, keeping her secure on his back. He turned his head a pressed a kiss to her forehead and breathing in her citrusy shampoo for a moment.

It hit him in that moment, in the silent corridor as the rest of the school slept: he never wanted this to end. He wanted to annoy her forever, until they were old and grey, and she had smile lines from years of laughing at his antics.

“I’m in love with you, Lily Evans.”

*

Lily

Lily Evans didn’t even like James Potter when she met him. He was rude and annoying, and he couldn’t sit still. For their first few years at Hogwarts, he seemed to be determined to prove how unlikable he was with his annoying smirk and endless pranks. By their fourth year, she had decided to just ignore him and his annoying friends, only befriending Remus despite Severus’s warnings. Remus, at least, seemed to care about his schoolwork, unlike the rest of the marauders.

Fifth year presented her with a quandary. James, she found, could be quite funny on occasion. He also wasn’t the idiot she always thought he was, figuring out some of their more complex work before anyone else in their class. She still didn’t like him and found his attempts to woo her irritating, but she could see what everyone else could for the first time.

By Christmas of their sixth year, she couldn’t remember what had been so annoying about him in the first place. He had only actually asked her out about three times since first year, each attempt years apart from the last. Everything else she had found so annoying had largely been either a well-intended prank or done in defence in someone more vulnerable. Besides the incident during the OWLs, she couldn’t find anything she truly resented him for, and he had apologised for that day.

In seventh year she kissed him. She couldn’t be just a friend anymore. He was charming and smart, and he listened to her complain about Petunia for hours on end. He was loyal to his friends, loyal to a fault, and seemed to have endless optimism and kindness to give. He was handsome too, in his own way with his messy hair and glasses that made his eyes seem slightly too big. She didn’t want to be friends anymore; she wanted to hold his hand and fall asleep with her head on his chest.

The summer after they graduated, he invited her to stay at his house for a few weeks. His parents had gone to some family event in New Delhi, Sirius had moved out to his apartment with Remus, and James admitted he didn’t want to be alone. She agreed easily and they spent days drifting around the manor and the town of Godric’s Hollow together. She fell asleep every night with his arms around her and woke up every morning to the sun just barely coming through the curtains.

One morning she woke up to an empty bed, his spot still warm. She shivered as she got out of bed, a chill in the air due to the early morning. One of James’s hoodies was abandoned on the floor, so she pulled it over her sleep clothes – an old t-shirt she had also stolen from him, and some scruffy pyjama shorts she’d had since he was thirteen. She was practically drowning in the worn fabric, the sleeves only just revealing her fingertips, but it was warm and smelt like James, so she was happy.

She made her way downstairs to find James. He was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and coffee for the two of him. His hair was even messier than usual, and he didn’t have his glasses or a shirt on, just a pair of flannel pyjama pants riding low on his hips. She leaned on the doorway, watching as he pulled two charred slices of toast out of the toast with his fingertips, shaking his hands out and swearing the second they landed on the plates. She let out a small laugh and he looked up, a smile making its way onto his lips and his eyes lighting up as he saw her.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked in lieu of a greeting.

“Just a little,” she admitted. “That toast is burnt.”

He huffed out a laugh and pointed over at the kettle, where two steaming mugs were waiting.

“I may not be a great cook,” he said. “But I make a mean cup of coffee. That much I can guarantee.”

She laughed a little and moved from her position in the doorway to drape her arms around his neck. His hands instinctually moved to her hips as she pressed up against his chest. She tilted her head up for a good morning kiss, not caring about morning breath or chapped lips.

“I’m in love with you, James Potter,” she whispered against his lips.

“Because I make good coffee?” he asked with a smirk.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

His hands moved to her back, pulling her impossibly closer as they kissed.

“I’ve been in love with you forever, Lily Evans.”

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

#james potter #jily #lily evans #jily fic #cruelsummer ficfest: the eras tour #cruelsummer ficfest 2023 #1989/evermore #fluff #just fluff #its what im good at #you are in love

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cruelsummer-ficfest · 11 months

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Era Mashup Two Is...

please take my hand and please take me dancing, please leave me stranded, it's so romantic//i dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing, crestfallen on the landing

(this era will last from May 28-June 11 and all ship prompts sent within that time frame will be assigned a song from one of these two albums)

#cruel summer fic fest: the eras tour #cruel summer fic fest 2023 #taylor swift x hp #harry potter fic fest #taylor swift fest #…ready for it?#1989/evermore

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carlytayjepsen · 3 months

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all of taylor's previous albums, in the style of The Tortured Poets Department (2024)

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #hellieedits #the tortured poets department #midnights #evermore #folklore #1989 #reputation #lover #red #speak now #fearless

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swiftly-perfect · 3 months

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aesthetic blurry eras tour wallpapers!!!

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its-tortle · 3 months

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— taylor swift albums as months of the year —

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corynm · 6 months

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All of my Eras Ghosts are done!!! I’m so happy with how they turned out - it was definitely a challenge lol

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amyhasbluescreen · 2 months

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Making friendship posters for all the albums, Starting with my favourite album folklore. (no idea why Tumblr demolished my quality rip). Which album should I do next ?