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blitheringmcgonagall · 9 months

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Chapter 4/4

See other chapters 3/4 here

PS this (finally) is for @athenasparrow 🥰🥰🥰

Chapter 4

You can do this, he tells himself firmly, you can do this. Only two hours to go.

He’s avoided looking at her all day. Sat on the opposite side to her during the beautiful ceremony. Avoided eye contact when the grooms kissed (could have been us, Evans). Refused to stand next to her when the photographer pushed them together. Kept a watchful eye to ensure he was nowhere near her all night. At least they had put him at polar opposite ends of the room. He’s hardly touched any alcohol, terrified of what he might do or let slip – contestant vigilance, as Moody would put it.

‘Nice evening, Prongs?’ Marlene looks a bit tipsy as she lifts her glass of champagne in his direction.

‘Great day,’ he says. It’s not his day. Remus and Sirius haven’t stopped beaming. He means it.

‘You know, you should probably just talk to her,’ Marlene twists the stem of the glass around, contemplatively.

For fuck’s sake.

‘No.’

‘Oh come on, get it over with, for once and for all,’ she insists, sweeping the glass in the air, as though issuing a decree.

‘Marls, you don’t –’

She steps towards him, finger pointed in his direction.

‘Listen, Potter, you arse –’

He moves back, feels himself collide with someone, turns hastily and watches in horror as Lily Evans recoils from him, a patch of red wine down the front of her dress. A Greek goddess in teal - sleeveless, plunging neckline, fluidity of silk, backless. His mouth goes dry.

‘I’m so—’

‘Don’t talk to me!’

Those haunting emerald eyes, fear and anger, mostly fear. She’s scared of him. Something in him, tenuous, that he was trying desperately to hold onto, snaps.

‘I have no intention of talking to you, Evans, for Merlin’s sake! Talking to you of all people is the last thing I want, believe me. It was an accident! What the hell is wrong with—’

‘Out!’

Remus Lupin is standing in front of them, his cane in his hand, waving it at James like a weapon.

‘Moony, for f—’ his temper rising.

‘Do not even attempt to swear at my husband on his wedding day, you tosser. Get outside, both of you, immediately.’

His stupid brother has materialised beside Remus in his impeccable muggle suit – eyes narrowed, straight-backed, hand hovering over his wand – like he’s about to start a duel.

‘Keep out of this, Black,’ she hisses at him, furious.

‘Make me.’

He’s watched them like this so many times in the past – two sparks about to ignite, icy wrath and a smouldering fireball, both unstoppable, both sharp, cutting, intelligent, impulsive. Alike in so many ways. He always thought they had an unusually tight bond, like siblings.

Remus Lupin steps forward and jabs him firmly in the ribs with his cane.

‘I said out.’

There’s a finality about it. It brooks no arguments. Like he’s a fucking professor telling them to—

‘Alright, cool it, Moony,’ he growls, raising his hands in mock defeat.

‘You too, out,’ he says to her.

Their eyes lock and she says nothing, but he can feel the rage emanating from her. She throws a cleaning charm at her dress and nods, wordless.

Finish reading on ao3

#jily fic #Ps i Still Miss you #background wolfstar #jily #Jily angst with a happy ending #post first wix war #Sneep is a dick #Wolfstar best wingmen

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4uru · 4 months

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Alice Longbottom & Frank Longbottom & Neville Longbottom, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom Characters: Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Marauders, Voldemort is Defeated in the First Wizarding War (Harry Potter), James Potter & Lily Evans Potter Live, Original Character(s), Desi Potter Family (Harry Potter), Desi James Potter, Desi Harry Potter Series: Part 1 of Jily lived AU Summary:

It was Remus's idea really.

Months ago, after a night of heavy drinking to cope with the prospects of being soldiers in a war instead of rowdy youngsters out in the city.

"What if, get this, we shoot the nutter?"

(What if , indeed?)

[Also, Fuck jk rowling - sincerely, A trans person]

#james potter #desi james potter #lily evans #alice longbottom #frank longbottom #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #neville longbottom #jily #jily lives #wolfstar #hp fanfic #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #angst with a happy ending

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 7 months

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Eclipse

Written for the @jilytoberfest prompt 31: "An Alternative ending for 31 October, 1981." This is also a @jilymicro-oops using the prompt words: Blip, Flip, Clip, Rip, and Trip.

Oh...also...this is definitely a sneaky prequel to Kindly Stopped for Me, but it can easily be read independently of that fic!

Summary: On 31 October, 1981, James faces his worst fear, Lily does the impossible, and one friend is left to pick up the pieces.

Read now on AO3

Snippet:

#jilytoberfest #jily angst #ksfm universe #sorry for this one!!!#who said alternative endings have to be happy?? 😈#is this self indulgent?#yes #very much so #I just wanted to write this James POV okay? 😭#James I'm so sorry! I promise that I love you!!!

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jilyarchive · 7 months

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Magic Comes With a Price

Title: Magic Comes With a Price

Author: PotterandEvans

Rating: Not Rated

Genre(s): Romance, Angst

Chapters: 10

Word Count: 38, 339

Summary: Lily works as a Librarian in a little town in the middle of nowhere, where nothing happens and they all just live their happy lives. That was until a young boy and a large book show up in her library and everything changes. Once Upon a Time AU.

#multichapter #drama #au #not rated #rated m #adventure #complete #humour #rated t #angst #submission #romance #angst with a happy ending #once upon a time au #jily #wolf star #harry potter #tv au #user rec

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hp-hcs · 8 months

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TW: heavy child abuse; emotional & physical abuse; language

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards — Pt. 1/?

Out of all of the people Petunia Dursley expected to knock at her door, her dead sister was not one of them.

“Where the fuck is my son?”

Petunia stared, wide eyed.

“Get out of my fucking way.” Lily shoved past her sister, shoulder checking her into the doorframe.

James followed her in with a look of calmness on his face, an expression that was belied by the far too tight hold he had on his wand. His fingers were practically trembling with rage.

“Where. Is. My. Son?” Lily asked again in a low, dangerous voice, her own wand pressed against her sister’s neck.

Petunia’s eyes widened comically and she made an odd sort of choking sound. “I-in the c-cupb-board.”

“In the what?” James asked again, gritting his teeth to avoid lashing out with magic.

Petunia said nothing, quivering under their weighty stares, and slowly pointed towards the stairway.

James slowly walked over to where she pointed, the quiet tapping of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound other than Petunia’s trembling breaths.

Sure enough, there was a little cupboard door underneath the staircase—maybe three feet high and closed with a heavy padlock. James leaned down closer to the tiny door, casting a wordless alohamora. He swung open the creaky door, drawing in a sharp breath at the contents.

The unfinished walls, just bare wood, were splintery and rough. Spiders scuttled along the walls and ceiling, miffed at the interruption that opening the cupboard door had caused. A single dim lightbulb on a pull-cord flickered and sputtered, failing to illuminate even just the tiny room. The cupboard stunk of cleaning chemicals, and a peculiar stain of water damage warped the drywall ceiling.

But the worst thing, the worst thing was the thin, stained mattress that took up nearly the entire floor, and the skinny, bloody, beaten little boy tensed for blows on top of it.

“Harry?” James whispered softly, completely at a loss for what to do. But the little boy just blinked, no recognition in his frightened expression.

“Do you want to come out of there, honey?” James tried again, but the little boy was frozen, as if calculating whether or not it was a trick question.

James looked helplessly over at Lily, who hadn’t moved from her sister’s side and still had yet to see the state of their little boy. Lily rolled her wand in between her fingers nervously, unsure of what was happening.

Petunia swallowed thickly and called out softly, in a voice that sounded like a quiet and poor imitation of the authoritative tone her husband used.

“Boy, listen to him.”

The little boy snapped out of his reverie, scrambling out of the cupboard and standing at attention near James, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

Lily gasped as she looked at the child—the size of a four-year-old rather than six, clearly favoring his right leg, with bruises and scabs trailing down his limbs. He wore a stained and torn mens button up, which fit more like a dress. He squinted, like he couldn’t see well, and a nasty black eye dominated most of his face. Under the weight of their scrutiny, he trembled.

James slowly kneeled down in front of him, failing at trying to catch his eye. “Hello, honey. What’s your name?”

The boy glanced around nervously, his eyes darting from Petunia to back down at the floor.

“Boy.” The little boy whispered. Petunia flinched as her sister’s wand dug further into her jugular.

James’ mouth twisted, but he kept his voice calm and nonthreatening. “Do you know who I am, honey?”

Boy shook his head, his hands worrying the hem of his shirt.

“My name is James. I’m your dad.”

“I don’t have a dad,” Boy immediately responded—a reflex from saying the same thing over and over again. “Freaks don’t deserve families.”

James flinched at Boy’s words, and Lily let out a choked sob. “You’re not a freak, Harry.”

“Who’s Harry?” Boy asked, quickly tacking on at the end, “sir.”

“You don’t need to call me sir, sweetheart. You’re Harry.”

Boy shook his head, staring pointedly down at the floor. “No ‘m not, sir. You’ve got the wrong person.”

James felt his heart shatter.

Lily slowly kneeled down, all but crumpling at her son’s feet, her forgotten wand rolling to a stop on the rug.

“H-Harry? Sweetheart?” She whispered, her arms held open for a hug.

Boy blinked.

Lily tried again. “Can I pick you up, honey?”

Boy hesitated, then nodded warily.

Lily slowly reached out, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip when Harry flinched back.

She reached out again, even slower, cupping his face in her trembling hands and running her thumbs across his bruised cheekbones. She carefully picked him up—mindful of his injuries—and kissed the top of his head.

“Let’s go home, honey.”

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #lily evans #lily potter #james potter #jily #james x lily #petunia dursley #the dursleys #why cant i just write fluffy stories #angst with a happy ending

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charmsandtealeaves · 1 year

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No Such Thing

In which James and Lily finally have that conversation they needed to have about the 'one time thing'

1.3K, Rated M, Read it on AO3 To celebrate 300 followers on tumblr I offered up the chance to see extra scenes from works people enjoyed. More of One Time Thing was asked for at the time of publishing and via ask... so I thought I'd be extra nice and give you more than an extra 300 words.

So this fic is for @blondelunaa, @abihastastybeans, @annabtg, @constancezin and @athenasparrow for their encouraging compliments. - Especially Athena who I can always rely on to hype me up.

~Ray x

#charms library #fic: no such thing #jily #lily evans #james potter #hogwarts #7th year #missing moments #fluff and angst #happy ending #jily fic #love confessions

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classybench · 2 years

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sometimes when a fic gets too happy i quit reading….

#am i the drama?#i live for the angst #so happy they end up happy tho!!!#i need to be sad #jegulus #wolfstar #jily #byler #marylily #pandalily #dorlene

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oneofthesirens · 2 years

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even the bones will do

Relationship: James Potter/Lily Evans | Rating: Mature | Words: 14.3k (W.I.P)

In the midst of a brutal war, Lily and James are betrayed by one of their best friends and manage to survive. Harry, still only a baby, is declared the Boy Who Lived, a child of the prophecy.

But Lily will tear the wizarding world apart before they use her son for their gain. Faced with an impossible choice, she leaves James behind, retreating to the Muggle world and the sanctuary of her sister, who she had almost given up on.

When James appears in her life once more, Lily has to decide between the relative safety of their Muggle existence and the man she still loves.

Or: Lily and Petunia raise Harry.

#my fics #jily #james potter #lily evans #i posted this a while ago but I’m finalising the next chapter so thought I would share on tumblr!!!#petunia dursley #jple #everyone lives no one dies #angst with a happy ending #bcus im soft #and I love HAE

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uncertainwallflower · 1 year

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IT ALL COMES OUT IN THE WASH A @jilymicrofics. Prompt: flush. Words: 229.

“Lily, what’s wrong?” He grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping her in her tracks.

She span around, wrenching her arm out of his calloused grasp.

Their faces were streaked with rain. His black hair was flat against his forehead for the first time in his bloody life and hers was sticking most irritatingly to her flushed neck and cheeks, turned blood red from the rain.

“What’s wrong?” She spat, almost laughing. “What’s wrong is that I’m in love with the you!”

Well that wiped the stupid—it wasn’t a smile per se—look off his face.

“I’m in love with you and you’re a bloody arsehole and I’m in love with you. I should hate your guts but all I want to do is snog the life out of your stupid gorgeous stupid face.” She was shouting.

He was gaping.

“Not so clever now, are you?”

That snapped him out of it.

He descended on her. Grabbed her sodden face with his sodden hands and kissed her square on the sodding mouth, holding her to him, not letting her squirm away like she surely wanted to. She didn’t want to. She wound her arms around his neck, gripped him like he was oxygen and she was drowning. And he kissed her. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until she was no more.

It kept raining.

AO3

#i got carried away and immediately wrote another #jily #prompted writing #pining lily evans #angst with a happy ending #jily fanfic #marauders era fanfic #bella’s microfics

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blitheringmcgonagall · 1 year

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P.S. I Still Wait for You

Chapter 3/4

Read Part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Uncanny Valley, that was what muggles called it. Like being in France except everything felt different, and he couldn’t quite catch what everyone was saying – different phrasing, idioms, completely different accent. Québécois felt so similar and yet so foreign. He loved it. Of course, one couldn’t just apparate to Canada, so coming here had been far too time-consuming for his liking. But once in Montreal, finding her hadn’t taken him long at all. She had always said if she continued living as a muggle, she would never have had the money to go to university, but she would have liked to study nursing. Student nurses got paid, badly. Evans was impressive. What was the best hospital in Montreal, he asked? Jewish General Hospital, he was told. A taxi ride, sweet-talking the right people, and Bob’s your uncle*.

“Afternoon, Evans,” he says, walking up the steps.

She’s fiddling with the key in the lock, auburn waves blowing into her face, shopping bag clutched under her other arm. She nearly drops it when she hears him, whirls round to face him – leaning on the porch, black leather jacket, tight jeans, all cool, calm and collected. Distinctly cool, perhaps cold, it is worth noting.

“Sirius,” she says.

It annoys him that she still remembers not to call him Black.

“I need a word.”

She stares at him, as though weighing up whether she could get rid of him some way. But she knows she can’t, not with his wand pointed at her and the stubborn look on his face. She’s not stupid.

She steps aside and motions for him to enter, emerald eyes guarded and wary. He stands in the kitchen as she busies herself putting the food in the fridge, the cupboards, avoids looking at him or talking to him. Patience was never his forte.

“Evans,” he says.

She looks up, frazzled.

“I just started working on the general medical ward. I’ve been nursing someone in the isolation room with meningitis. If you want to speak to me, you’ll have to wait. I need to have a shower first.”

He can’t figure out if she’s telling the truth or avoiding him for a bit longer. He wants to ask her why she went shopping or put everything away, if she’s so concerned about contamination, but she’s already gone.

“Merlin, fuck,” he says to himself.

He finds a bottle of Irish whiskey, pours himself a generous tumbler, and sits himself down on the couch, takes in his surroundings. He’s surprised to see a photo of her friends – Lily with Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, Alice. He gets up and wanders around the tiny sitting room, picks up another photo from Hogwarts, this time Lily with the marauders. James has his arm around her in this one, has eyes only for her. He pulls her in closer, plants a sweet kiss on her temple. She looks up at him, enthralled.

Funny. Weird as fuck.

To hell with it. He opens the cabinets in the sitting room, pulls out a few old records, her Gryffindor scarf, her old potions books. A blanket he recalls her mother made her. Her graduation scrolls. An old cardboard box. Letters.

Interesting.

He’s not usually like this, but all’s fair in love and war (and this situation might tick both those boxes from his pov). He skims over them, speed reads them. The letters are sweet – loving nostalgic ones from Mr. & Mrs. Evans; snooty, irritating ones from Petunia (she cared about Lily though, you can read it in the way she rudely checks to see is the war still ongoing, pretending not to be bothered), a couple of adorable ones from Remus that make him feel all mushy, like the embarrassingly lovestruck fool that he is. Hilarious ones from Mary. He finds a pile from James, tied up in string. He has the decency not to read them. Why she keeps them is a mystery. At the bottom he finds a torn, crumpled letter. He removes the ridiculously basic disillusionment charm on it (it would work on muggles and clearly that’s all she’s worried about here).

Dearest James, Mo stoirín,

Nothing compares to the misery of leaving you this way, of knowing how devastated you were, of knowing I broke your heart, and not being able to explain myself. Sometimes when I can’t bear it any longer, I cast a muffliato here inside these four walls, and scream the reason out loud, until my voice is hoarse. I have never felt more lonely, more angry, more defeated, more powerless.

Sometimes I swear to myself I will leave this place and get back home, tell you everything. I see your reaction in my mind. Sometimes you forgive me, you understand why I did it. Sometimes you’re angry, can’t understand how you didn’t find a way to work around that magic. Sometimes I dream I tell you and you stop breathing, turn purple and fall breathless at my feet. You die, and I am powerless to help you. I wake up distraught. I promise you, I tried. I spent hours, days, years consumed with trying to think of ways to break it. I am not allowed to tell you, to tell your friends, anyone at all. I have come up with nothing. I hate myself for being so useless.

Some day, I want you to know. I want to die before you. People say that muggleborns and half-bloods don’t live as long as purebloods. I hope that’s true. I have syphoned off a memory. I could not show you now, but when I’m gone, I want you to take it to the old pensieve in Laurelmere, Monty’s family heirloom. I will leave it for you in my will. That, and your letters and our photographs. Then I’ll be able to rest in peace.

I have found some meaning in my life. I love my job. But this is not what I wanted, what I hoped for.

Yours till the very end,

Lily

He stares at this clue, vital. He has no idea what language no stoirin is in, but he could bet his fortune it means my love. Then he folds the letter carefully and places it in his pocket. He finds a fine crystal vial, enwrought with silver vine, filled with a cloudy suspension. He slips it inside his leather jacket. A flick of his wrist and the room is tidy as before.

The door opens.

She stands there, watching him, biting her lip. He notices the tension in her jaw, her shoulders, the gauntness of her cheeks. He walks over to her slowly, takes her hand in his.

“Come to our wedding,” he asks, quietly, squeezing her hand carefully between his own.

“You proposed?” she gasps, the first signs of gladness he has seen.

“He did,” he admits, sheepishly, feeling a warmth across his own cheeks.

She squeezes his hand back.

“Remus says if you aren’t there he will never be able to enjoy it,” he adds.

“How did you find me?”

“Detective work, Evans,” he smiles enigmatically.

She frowns.

“How?”

“Come and I’ll explain,” he says. “You don’t need to speak to Prongs, we’ll understand. Just one evening, for old time’s sake. You owe me this much.”

“You owe me too,” she replies, raised eyebrow.

“You saved me thrice. I saved you four times. Then the war ended and you didn’t get to pay me back. You owe me.”

She sighs. He hugs her then, a firm, warm hug, full of promise.

“Please,” he whispers into her hair. “You were one of my best friends too. And Moony’s. Don’t think we ever stopped thinking of you.”

He can feel her shoulders heave, a quiet, swallowed sob. When she lifts her head up, her eyes are red.

“I’ll be there,” she says.

TBC…

Bob’s your uncle * expression used immediately after a set of simple instructions and roughly means the same as 'and it's as simple as that!' In 1887, British Prime Minister Robert Gascoyne-Cecil appointed his nephew Arthur James Balfour as Minister for Ireland. The phrase 'Bob's your uncle' was coined when Arthur referred to the Prime Minister as 'Uncle Bob'. Apparently, it's very simple to become a minister when Bob's your uncle! Conservative PMs still at it today, except have moved on to handing more than £1 billion of contracts to companies run by Conservative “friends and donors” since the start of the coronavirus pandemic; and shorting the economy and whatnot… Bob is still very much your sugar daddy…

#Jily #jily fanfiction #Lily Evans #James Potter #jple #lejp but anyway #p.s. I still wait for you #angst #with a happy ending #??#jilychallenge #jilychallenge 2023 #better late than never!#I will post to ao3 #soon

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possessingtheproperspirit · 2 years

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Sequel/follow up fic to the way you left me. James returns, and has to find his footing in a life that's completely changed.

The room was too much: things moving, ticking, mutters and colours and not a single thing in rest, apart from him.

Him, and the phoenix.

He watched it; watched, because that was all he had the energy to do—to find one thing, to stare at it, and to let the rest fade out around him.

Continue reading on AO3 -- FFN.

#heart of glass #the way you left me #jily #jily au #James potter #lily evans #angst #pining #a happy ending I swear #writing #fic

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arianatwycross · 1 year

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in progress: a magnolia parks inspired (minus the toxicity) jily fanfic [snippet below]

“How’s the weather over there?”

I look up and find him grinning down at me, his messy curls looking more hazardous than usual. He looks tired, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.

“Fine.”

He raises his eyebrows.

I’m too tired to pretend. To pretend I didn’t watch him hold her hand last night. Not when he kissed her cheek and then smiled at me, not when he offered her a sip of his beer or when he put an arm around her shoulders. I ended up drinking too much instead and finding the cutest guy in the room to latch on to. I didn’t sleep with him, I wouldn’t. But it helped to have someone to anchor me to, to stop myself from drowning in heartbreak again.

He didn’t stay over last night. The first time all week. It hurt a little.

“What happened to Luke?” He prods, his gaze on the glass of water sitting in front of me.

I frown, “huh?”

“Evans,” He chastises with a groan, but there’s his usual smile in the corner of his lips - hidden, just for me, “-from last night? Luke?”

I squint, right, that Luke. “Uh, I don’t know. Think he went to another party?”

I grab the glass of water in front of me. Sit the cool brim to my lip, and think a little.

James cocks his head, stares at me funny.

“You want a lift to work?” He asks as he pilfers in my kitchen cupboards. He pulls out my favourite muesli bar - a Nature Valley, peanut, and chocolate. He hands it over to me, his tall frame leaning over the small kitchen table. I take it from him, my eyes on the collar of his shirt. He’s wearing blue today.

“Yes please,” I smile (genuinely), taking a sip of the water before setting it down and getting up.

James grins, re-shuffles his glasses on his nose, and dangles his keys in front of my eyes, “Hop to it then, Red.”

I smile because I can’t not smile. It’s James after all, I can’t ever be mad at him - not really.

#magnolia parks #jily fanfic #wip #snippet #my fics #this will be angst central #look at me writing angst who am i #will be a happy ending though #inspired by a book

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mcdynamite · 1 year

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Hello friends! A while back, I wrote a story for @hp-soulmates fest and am super excited to share the soulmark art I designed for Sirius and Remus in the fic! I am SO new to digital art and Procreate, so it's nothing too elaborate, but I really wanted to be able to picture their marks, and I thought it might be something others would enjoy seeing, too.

If you haven't had a chance to check out the fic yet and you are interested in giving it a read, I'll link it below! It's 48k words of fluff, a bit of angst, plenty of mutual pining, and my personal favorite part - neurodivergent Sirius! Please give it a look if it sounds like something you might like!

On that note, I am going to stop rambling, because this neurodivergent writer is very bad at self-promoting and feels terribly awkward doing so! Hope you all have the wonderful day you so deserve!

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar soulmates #soulmark art #sirius black #remus lupin #background jily #wolfstar pining #happy ending #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar angst #just all of the wolfstar tags #your honor i love them

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athenasparrow · 1 year

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Just submitted my fic for @jilymicrofics Valentine's challenge and feeling oh so excited Xx

Wondering if anyone (not involved in the challenge) wants to read it over for me. It's my first time publishing on Ao3!

Here's a snippet from each chapter Xx

“I’m glad she left” James slurred, an empty bottle of firewhisky hanging limply from his hand. The room was dark and sorrow was a heavy cloak all wore.

It was the first time he’d confided this thought out loud.

It was rather fitting that such a dark thought be voiced in a room of men drunk on firewhisky. Men reeking of blood, sweat and pain.

He felt Remus’ gaze on him, far more knowing than the downed firewhiskey in him should have allowed. Sirius’ hazy look let him know he was barely there and Peter couldn’t lend himself to complex feelings completely sober, so James was unsurprised to see a confused expression adorning his face.

He held Remus’ gaze for a moment, before turning back to head into the safehouse.

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James snuck his hand under her robe, fingers tracing a line up her thigh until…

“Fuck, is that lace” he growled, his eyes popping open to meet her knowing smirk.

“Why don’t you take off my robe and find out” Lily said, her voice low, as she pushed her hips into him, drawing him in for another burning kiss.

James didn’t need another invitation. He was pretty sure he heard the sound of ripping stitches as he pulled it off.

Lily giggled at him. “Someone is awfully eager”

“Merlin, Lily. How could I not be with you” he said honestly his eyes travelling over his fucking siren of a wife.

Dark blue delicate lace stuck to her body like a second skin. Her generous breasts filled the cups of lace making James want to bury his face in it.

#jily fluff #jily smut #jily #jily fanfiction #canon divergence #jilymicrofics #jily challenge #jily valentine challenge 2023 #angst with happy ending #athena's snippet

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ravena-wrote · 2 years

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when you go (leave your shadow behind)

pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

summary:

The door opens and the light from the hall pours through, illuminating a silhouette. Regulus feels the air freeze in his lungs as he tracks his gaze frantically over rumpled brown hair and wide eyes.

“James!? What are you doing here?” His voice comes out a croak, cracked and an octave too low. Hesitantly he steps closer only to find himself twisted backwards and slammed violently against the wall.

“I’m not James.” The boy says roughly, his green eyes flashing as he jabs his wand directly into Regulus’s neck. “James is dead.”

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writingamarie · 2 years

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Meetings That Start In The Dark

The current game plan:

Part One: 48 chapters (Black brother childhood-June 1978)

Part Two: 30ish chapters (July 1978-December 1980)

Part Three: 10-20ish chapters (January 1981-1988/1989)

How did my 50,000 word story become this? It will all be posted under the one title. The first 55 chapters are already written. First 20 chapters are posted on Ao3

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