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messer3ghost · 1 year

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Imagine Lily and Regulus talking shit about their siblings

Lily: -and that’s how she embarrassed herself in front of her crush.

Lily: it was her fault really, wearing shoes that didn’t fit her and going down the stairs in those.

Regulus: I actually threw Sirius down the stairs once.

Lily: really? What for?

Regulus: he ripped a page out of one of my books

Lily: valid

*Sirius and James hearing the conversation*

Sirius: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, TURNING LILY AGAINST ME

James staring dreamily in their direction: mhm

#james potter #lily evans #sirius black #regulus black #jegulus #marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders #jily love #headcanon

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wonderfullyweirdd · 4 months

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So I played this game today in Uni's fest, where we were asked to share a thing/incidence from the past two years of our lives that amazed us, or something that we found beautiful.

I couldn't really answer properly back there because there are just so many things that have inspired me. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that the Jily fandom (or any fandom in general) is something that is so uniquely beautiful.

Majority of the people here don't know how the other person looks, majority of us are from different nations, majority of us speak different languages, we are all different ages, we all have different jobs, hell we all belong to different time zones!

But there's something like a thread that has tied us all together. It's something as simple as love for two people, that too fictional characters!

It's like, a fiction has given us something real. Divided my nations (perhaps) but united by a fandom!

And if that's not beautiful, I don't know what is.

Love and light to everyone reading this!❤️✨

Ps: For everyone who's new here, welcome to the club!

Here's a few of my favourites if you want to read!

@wearingaberetinparis

@kay-elle-cee

@ghostofbambifanfiction

@annabtg

@mppmaraudergirl

@maraudersftw

@possessingtheproperspirit

@missgryffin

@ohmygodshesinsane

@theesteemedladydebourgh

@practicecourts

@charmsandtealeaves

@abihastastybeans

@blitheringmcgonagall

@athenasparrow

Art:

@blvnk-art

@constancezin

Really sorry if I missed out on some names, please know I love all your works!❤️

Pps: Also, a shout out to @jilyawards who organises Jily awards every year so perfectly!❤️

#jily #jily love #jple

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wolfstarlesbian · 1 year

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I am seriously (pun intended) thinking abt writing a marauders muggle au where they are 1d and lily is taylor and they suffer with the industry and regulus is an actor with the usual black brothers angst a shit ton of gay with wolfstar minor jily major jegulus dorlene rosekiller (maybe, possibly) and marylily

Would someone actually read it???

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artbymaranne · 1 year

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James and Lily ~

Another drawing for the fan-edit series :) scroll to see the edit reference (I don’t know who made it, I found it off Pinterest with no credit to creator)

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athenasparrow · 1 year

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No. 12 - Indulge | Jily Microfic March

Thank you @jilymicrofics for the wonderful prompt. This is the one that inspired them all xx

Read on AO3 | 2,061 words

Smut warning : )

The benefit of being Head Girl, Lily mused, was indulging in the prefects bathroom at 2am on winter break while the rest of the castle was sound asleep.

The whole room smelt of lavender and Lily could feel it diffuse deep in her lungs as she inhaled the steam that hung around her like a soft cloud.

She sighed as she dipped her head back against her towel and let her legs float up into the bubbles, wiggling so her periwinkle painted toes peaked out of the water.

Inside the bath there was no mess. Lily could shed her worries and focus on the warmth of the water and the scent of the bubbles. Because outside this room, there was a lot of mess.

Lily may have first sailed across the smooth Black Lake to Hogwarts as a naive first year, eager to please her teachers and learn about the newly discovered world, but the lake had turned choppy and dangerous and Lily felt like she might capsize and drown at any moment. Her assignments were certainly more complex, she was confused over whether she should pursue charms or potions for her Mastery…whether she should choose either of them at all, really.

Lily knew a muggle born in this climate would not succeed at the ministry. But leaving? That felt like giving up a piece of herself she hadn't discovered until eleven, but was nevertheless a part she held sacred.

And James . He may have been a thorn in her side for six years, but this year? He'd been nothing but kind…attentive…reliable.

Lily had to admit he’d grown up.

And there lay the confusion: because she may have been lying to her friends for months, but Lily knew, in the sanctuary of her own mind, that she could admit she was attracted to James Potter.

She hadn't noticed it at first. Her attraction had hit her as suddenly as a summer thunderstorm.

It was too bad he had stopped asking her out this year, really.

Lily was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the door creak open and heavy footsteps echoed on the stone floor.

Lily pushed off the wall and grabbed her wand.

She wasn't the naive first year anymore .

“James” she said in surprise as a familiar silhouette rounded the corner.

He skidded to a stop, frozen and staring at her like a deer caught in headlights.

She would have called him out on it if she hadn’t been staring herself.

He’d clearly just come in from a fly. His broom hung from his hand and his hair was windswept in such a way that Lily wanted to run her hands through it and snog him. His tracksuit pants slug low over his hips and Lily could make out a small line of his toned stomach as his hand automatically jumped to his hair upon seeing her.

A nervous habit, Lily now knew.

She was making him nervous .

She felt a rush of power run through her even though she'd just lowered her wand.

“Um sorry” James said his hand moving up as if to cover his eyes, though his hazel gaze seemed unable to break the way it was locked on her. “I…ummm…yeah…came in from fly…and wanted a bath…obviously you're here…not that I wouldn't want a bath with you…I mean oh Merlin”

“Is James Potter lost for words?” Lily questioned, smirking up at him.

He looked back at her, eyes wide at the teasing, husky tone her voice seemed to have taken.

His eyes darted down to where Lily knew her breasts were barely covered by the bubbles. His tongue darted out to run along his lips and Lily was overcome with the sudden urge to run her own tongue along his lips.

“You always take my breath away Lil” he said wading deeper into the intimate moment Lily seemed to have created “I just normally say something stupid instead of stumbling all over my words”

He admitted shuffling his feet, his gaze now on the floor.

Lily felt her stomach flip at that particular confession and thought back over the years. Was that why, all along ? She thought she might be teetering on the edge of a cliff about to glimpse something wonderful.

Could he….

Lily found she wanted his hazel eyes back on hers, instead of boring into the stone floor.

She leaped.

“James” she whispered, her voice so soft she wondered if she’d have to repeat herself.

But his head snapped up immediately as if she’d shouted.

“Do you want to get in?” Lily asked, her hands clenching with nerves under the water, unseen.

Lily was thankful James had such an expressive face so she could read his reaction before he said anything.

She saw his eyes widen in surprise, his pupils dilate in arousal, and his fiddling hand betrayed his nerves. Shock and hope settled on his features as he stared at her.

“Yeah?” James asked, eyes seeking hers.

“Yes” Lily reassured him letting a slow smile creep over her lips.

He stepped forward before hesitating, suddenly looking pained “Lily I can’t just shag you” he said “are you…I need…what are you saying?”

“James Potter lost for words again?” Lily asked, though this time her tone was much softer “I don't just want to shag you James” she said softly, surely. “I want all of you” she clarified when he remained silent.

“I want all of you too” he said clearing his throat as he looked up at her and she was surprised to see his eyes were wet. “I just thought I'd missed my chance”

“Well you might if you don't get in here” Lily teased pushing herself slightly up so the water settled at her waist.

“Fuck” she heard James mutter under her breath and felt a smug sort of satisfaction wash over her.

She didn't think she’d ever seen someone move so fast to get in a bath. She almost asked him to slow down so she could admire the ripple of his muscles as he lowered himself into the bath.

But it seemed more than the water slowed him down once he was in. Whether he was tentative about the moment that had been building for years, or nervous about what might come, Lily couldn't tell, but he moved slowly, reverently as if he might wake from a dream when his skin touched hers.

“Your glasses are going to get wet” she whispered, the unfiltered thought leaving her mouth before she had the chance to edit it.

James huffed an incredulous soft laugh that tugged at Lily’s heart strings. “I can't take them off” he said “Merlin, Lily, I need to be able to see you” he grinned bashfully at her, before dipping his head.

Lily felt a hot flush start at her collarbone and spread up to her face. By the soft exhale that escaped James’ parted lips she suspected it might have crept even lower.

“You're beautiful” he murmured, finally close enough she could touch him.

“You're beautiful too” Lily returned honestly, letting her eyes sweep over his top half once more before lingering at where the water lapped at his hips, hidden beneath, a part of him she'd only caught a quick glimpse of when he hopped in.

She thought her flush may have grown darker when she tore her gaze away to meet his eyes once more.

Lily felt an involuntary shudder run through her body. She'd never had someone look at her quite like that before.

She felt his breath stop momentarily when her fingers grazed his chest, only to become more sure in their place when he blew out a deep trembling breath and stepped closer to her.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

Lily felt her own breath hitch as she nodded and his face softened before he dipped his head.

Lily used the grip she had on his abdomen as balance to lean up and meet him.

He kissed her softly and tenderly, as if they were both testing the waters instead of having flung themselves fully naked in a bath together.

She couldn't have held the soft sigh of contentment she released if she'd tried.

She was happy she never tried because her sigh seemed to propel James closer to her, his hands now firm and sure on her waist.

Lily pulled at his bottom lip gently, eliciting a delicious moan from deep in his chest before pulling back slightly.

Their kiss had been soul soothing and gentle, full of the tenderness and trust they'd built up over the years.

And Lily would look back on that kiss as one of the sweetest moments they'd had.

But right now she was burning for him and she needed him to be sure, so they could burn together.

“More James” she said, her voice low, her lips inches from him.

“I'm afraid if I push too hard this dream is going to shatter” James whispered, staring at her his eyes unguarded and vulnerable in his confession.

“This isn't a dream James” Lily said, her arms meeting behind his back. “I'm not going anywhere. I’m on fire for you and I’m going to combust if you don’t-

His lips interrupted her reasoning with a fierceness that had Lily catching her breath. His hands pulled her closer to him, and started to trace every inch of her like he was trying to commit her to memory.

Lily wondered if she’d find scorch marks left on her skin where his fingers blazed hot against her.

“Merlin yes James” she moaned long and low as she tried to return the kiss with equal ferocity.

Lily may have been embarrassed about how ready she was for him, if he hadn't let out a growl that sent her shivering when his fingers discovered her dripping.

But she didn't have room for doubt: not with the sound he let out just beside her ear and the hard feel of him pressing against her hip.

She was surprised when he stopped her hand as she moved to encircle him, to drive him to an unthinking mess like he was doing to her.

“You can't touch me” his low voice spoke against her lips, his eyes shining as he broke their latest set of kisses “I need to last. I want to be inside you”

“I want you inside me too” Lily whispered, her body aching for him, her magic crackling against her skin as his fingers moved again to drive her over into the sweet abyss of bliss.

When she came, James broke away to watch her and she tried to capture the hazy, hungry, tender look on his face before he leaned in to kiss her.

Lily wondered how they could have possibly made it through the whole year without this when she felt him pressed up against her entrance.

He paused, and Lily whined, moving her hips to try and encase him.

He groaned, helpless to do anything but sink into her.

“Lily wait” he whispered, looking pained at the stillness he held.

Her answering noise of protest had his lips quirking, but he cupped her face and his hazel eyes blazed into hers.

“Lily I love you” he said softly, with the sureness of a thousand times.

Lily felt her own eyes prickle as a smile burst across her face “I love you too” she laughed, before moaning as he sunk impossibly deeper.

His hands were under her, moving her with his hips as he backed them against the wall of the tub. His fingers dug into the flesh of her as he bottomed out, his tongue circling her peaked nipples until her own hand crept down to give herself release.

And as she came down from her second peak, James pressed himself impossibly close, his thrusts becoming smaller and deeper inside her.

“Lils can… fuck …can”

“Cum inside me James” Lily demanded, suspecting the question he was wrestling to get out.

“ Fuck ” he repeated as he stuttered inside her and Lily felt the warm release of him fill her.

Her lips sought his immediately, letting him catch his breath between slow kisses.

So Lily may have indulged in a bit more than bubbles and warmth. But Merlin, James Potter was impossible to resist and Lily wanted to indulge in him every day for the rest of her life.

#jily fic #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #jily smut #jily love #prefects bath #athena writes march micros #microfic march #smutty oneshot #athena's library #athena's microfics #athena's smut

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james-potter-is-a-dilf · 2 years

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Sirius: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Remus: I do have a sense of humor you know

Sirius: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Remus: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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something-tragic-and-pretty · 1 year

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James Potter fell in love with every breath he took. Wether it was a girl or a guy or a book or a song or smile or a blue sky or a dark whisper or a landscape or food. It didn’t matter. That’s why Lily eventually fell, for his heart, and the love he had.

Sirius Black laughed in every waking moment. It didn’t matter if it was serious or soft or forced or sarcastic. A giggle or a fit. A whisper or a loud raucous echo. It’s why Regulus envied him, because Sirius found laughter in everything, a piece of light, despite his last name.

Remus Lupin cared as much as a man possibly could. He had mounds of spare stationary, pockets of chocolate, it didn’t matter what house, what blood status. It mattered that he offered his hand when everyone else turned their back. It’s why Sirius loved him, for the look in his eyes, for the first aid pack in his bag.

Peter Pettigrew lived and thought little. He screamed in the top of his lungs and ran as fast as he could, without ever looking back. Books and studies were discarded easily. But the beer was flowing and the music hit different. That’s why it hurt. That’s why when it was his fault that they died, that he lived and they didn’t, it hurt. Because it had always been that way.

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thedeadgayseason · 1 year

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i don’t hate jegulus, i don’t love jegulus, i am unopinionated on james and regulus as a ship. but you are LYING to yourself if you think jegulus ranks above jily. LYING.

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fmlheyyo · 3 months

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Dearest Lils,

Happy Birthday ♡

From all these years, nothing's really changed huh Evans? Sorry! Mrs. Potter. Well, yeah except that and the fact that you're getting irresistibly pretty with time. But, do you know what's the same? The way I forget about everything else the moment you enter the room. The way my heart beats a little faster when I hear that beautiful laugh of yours, that hasn't changed. And those butterflies in my stomach everytime you look at me, well that's never gonna change.

Sometimes I still can't believe that this is real, that you really are here, by my side. The number of times I've asked Sirius to hit me(that git never hesitated) just to make sure that I'm not dreaming is unreal.

I love everything about you. I love that you will never admit that you can't dance even when every time we dance, my feet need armours of their own. I love that you try your best not to sleep whenever I go on a stride about quidditch. I love how excited you get for the littlest of things. I love how your eyes lit up when there's a candy shop in sight. I love how your hair glows in the sun. One would be a fool to think that this list will ever end. After all these years, I think you and I both know that I mean every word. I'm in love with you Mrs. Potter and nothing makes me happier than the thought that I'm getting to spend the rest of my life with you.

Lately, it's not the best out there. The war, the things we're seeing everyday...yeah it's bad. But everyday, as I wake up to this beautiful soul, holding my hand through everything, it's getting easier. To imagine good things happening. To imagine that ray of sunshine. You give me hope, Lily. You help me believe that there is a better future waiting for us. You give me something worth fighting for. And I promise you, I will fight till the end. I will never give up on you, on us, our friends, our future. I love you.

Yours,

James.

p.s. I wrote the entire letter! Well...Remus did help a bit (well you know I always sucked at writing and I wanted this to be perfect. Gotta show this to our future kids right!)

#james and harry #hp marauders #james and lily #lily james #marauders era one shot #harry potter marauders #siriusblack #lily evans #lily&sirius #jily love #harrypotter #jamespotter #james #jily #jily fic #jill valentine

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souslamer · 1 year

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james makes me so sad sometimes :( i feel like i’ve gone from needing a james to being a james and i think he just deserves the world :)

#james potter #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #dead wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #anti marauder gang #regulus black #sirius black #slytherin skittles #evan rosier #jegulus #pandora #fanfic #lily evans #jily love #remus lupin #gryffindor

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marauders45 · 11 months

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James about to surprise lily with some flowers for valentines day

#jily love #james potter #lily evans #atyd marauders #atyd fanart

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wonderfullyweirdd · 4 months

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This is the Tumblr hug 🫂🤍 Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someone’s day!

Fandom is a wonderful place to be! This truly brightened my day!❤️✨

A hug for you too, @wearingaberetinparis!❤️

#jily #jily love

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athenasparrow · 8 months

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Update! @jilymicrofics

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Seventeen | Beginning

Prompt: strong Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.

CW: more chats (and arguments) about the non-consensual exploits of one drunken Lily Evans

The unpleasantness he’d swallowed rears its ugly head in his throat, almost coming up all over the maroon carpet as he takes in the sight in front of him.

Lily’s hunched over — knees on plush carpet, forehead against the curved arm of the couch — small and delicate as she shakes, each tremor tearing through James’ heart with far more vigour than sounds ever could.

It’s rare for James to feel out of depth when someone needs support; he lets his happiness seep out and crawl over Sirius (forced to endure his family), Remus (cursed to withstand the painful effects of an ostracised condition) and Peter (an insecure lad on a good day).

He’s comforted Lily before; he knows how she’ll fight the hug — stubborn even in despair — before slumping into him. He’s never before wanted to hold her so badly while the crushing force of guilt pushes with equal measure to keep his feet planted where she’s out of reach.

He starts easy. “I’m sorry for Sirius; he was out of line.”

She starts — unaware of his presence — and the spear of guilt strikes deeper into his heart at the sight of her crumbled spirit.

“And most of all, I’m sorry,” James whispers as his voice escapes him, stuck in his throat as he hangs his head. “I am so so so sorry, Lily.”

“You’re sorry?” It’s chocked, but incredulous nonetheless.

“Yes!” James blurts, moving to kneel before her, hands pausing — outstretched and shaking — before falling to his sides least he breaches the invisible barrier of trust yet again. He’s never been desperate for anything like he is for Lily to believe he’s sorry.

She’s shaking her head and James has a moment of terrible ache where he thinks she might tell him she doesn’t want to see him ever again — fair of her, but devastating still — before her words escape. “I’m sorry, James. Me.”

As she shakes her head, a terrible ache settles in James’ stomach; she’s going to tell him to leave, she’s going to never want to see him, she’s —”

“ I’m sorry, James.”

He blinks at her; the surprise is paralysing before a fire ignites his fierce words. “You don’t owe me any apology!” He shakes his head so furiously his glasses slide down his nose. He shoves them back onto his face so he can look Lily in the eyes. She doesn’t owe him anything.

“Yes, I do!” Lily finds fight in her indignance, eyes sparking alive at his apparent stupidity. “It’s completely the other way around, James! You don’t owe me one!”

He gapes, astounded. What world was she living in? “Lily, I really, really do.”

“But you haven’t done anything!” Her voice pitches in exasperation before her face falls — quickly covered by her hands — and it’s only because he’s moved closer in their argument that he catches her muffled words. “Not like me.”

“That’s exactly the point… I did nothing !” It escapes quiet and broken — he’s disgusted with himself — as the pool of sorrow that’s been threatening to overflow since Sirius left makes its first escape, dashing down his cheek.

“No, James! How can you think that? I’m the one who…” She wrings her hands as she alternates between staring him fiercely in the eyes and boring a shame-faced hole in the carpet.

“It’s not your fault!” James pleads. Why can’t she just listen? “Lily, you were —”

“— Smashed! Plastered! Yeah, and I came into your room and assaulted — oh Merlin”

“You didn’t assault me!” James insists. He might laugh at the idea if he wasn’t in the shadowy depths of guilt. “You were drunk Lily, you had no idea —”

“That doesn’t excuse what I did, James!”

“I was sober, it’s my fault Lily!” “It is not! ” She emerges from her vulnerable cocoon like a butterfly in flames as she pokes him in the chest for good measure. There’s a tiny part of James that’s happy she isn’t curled in on herself anymore even if she’s spouting nonsense.

“ Well, it sure as hell isn’t yours! ” He does not poke her in the chest, but the urge to shake her until she stops blaming herself is there.

Lily stares at him. A beat of silence passes. “Would you be saying that if the situation was reversed?” She’s quiet again, but her voice stays firm. Stubborn witch.

“That’s different!” His guilt only grows as he wonders if he should ever get truly smashed in her presence.

“It’s not! Which is why this is my fault! James, I got drunk and came and did all sorts of things you never consented to, I —”

“And you’re saying you consented?” James almost laughs — he seems to be doing that a lot; she’s making such ridiculous statements. “Lily, I was sober, I should have stopped —”

“I shouldn’t even have been there!”

James pauses and looks at her. She’s flushed, wide-eyed and tear-stained. “You don’t have to be sorry, Lily,” he murmurs. “And it is different.”

“It’s not!” She raises her chin stubbornly. “Are you saying you’d think it my fault if you turned up drunk in my bed?”

“Of course not!” James protests at once. “But I could have stopped you and I didn’t. That’s why it’s on me.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth, but James powers on. “I’m not saying it would be the same the other way around because it is different. Lily, I’m bigger and stronger than you; you turned up drunk without your wand,” — in his pause, he realises she’s listening now — “Lily, I could have easily just picked you up, carried you back to your room and fetched you a sobering potion — that’s why it’s on me. I let you keep going, knowing that it wasn’t something you’d want to do sober.” He heaves a dry inhale to control the tremble in his throat. “Do you see now? It’s my fault”

“No, James you don’t understand!” She’s crying again, tears renewed as she reaches for him before drawing her hand back like her fingers touched a flame. “This is me! I’m the one who has all these uncontrolled feelings and I’m the one who has let it spiral out of control! Me, James!” She’s laughing now — unhappy and slightly unhinged as she continuous deliriously — “I thought they might pass, but they haven’t, I mean the sex dreams should have been a hint I had lost complete control, but on I went, determined to —”

“— Feelings and sex dreams?” Can you choke and die on nothing but air?

“I know, right?” He really doesn’t.

“Arhhgggle —” His world is spinning. He’s dizzy from a realisation dancing just out of reach. He can’t speak. He can’t think.

Lily doesn’t seem to take his momentary brain malfunction into consideration — or perhaps she thinks he’s suffering a stroke; he certainly feels like it. Words float through his ears as he gapes at her. Entirely pathetic — unfair — hurt you — in love with you — fuck it up.

“Wait what?” His brain slugs into gear as I’m in love with you rings in his head like a choir.

“What?” Lily frowns at him.

“You’re in love with me?” James is in disbelief.

“Yes, don’t you see James, this is why it’s all my fault, I —”

“You’re in love with me. ” The laugh escapes him this time as the choir reaches a joyous song.

She shrinks under his stare as she folds back into herself. “I know I deserve it, but you can stop making fun.”

“Making fun? Merlin, Lily.” A second delighted laugh escapes his lips until its touch makes her flinch; he stomps on his excitement so he can fucking speak.

His calloused fingers brush her soft ones gently. “Lily.”

She looks up. James brushes the fresh tears off her skin, thumb dusting her cheek. “I’m so sorry James.” She closes her eyes as she — unconsciously, James thinks — leans into his palm.

“I love you too.” Her eyes fly open like his words have reached into the heavens and brought a bolt of lightning through her spine.

“What?” It’s a trembling whisper, carried to James’ ears only by the silence of the common room.

“I, James Potter love you, Lily Evans.” The first time James kisses Lily, it’s wet and salty, tears of grief turn to relief as he presses into her with the desperation of a man who found water after days in the desert. He drinks in the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her until he cups her cheek — forehead pressed to forehead — and just breathes.

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