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jamesunderwater · 10 months

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based on the @jilymicrofics prompt, urge. word count: 2,625. NSFW.

They’d been lucky to make it out in one piece—though one could argue that James was hardly in one piece, exactly, with a deep gash through his forearm and cuts from debris peppering his face. Lily had been on the other side of the pub, battling with two masked death eaters simultaneously, heart pounding, desperately trying not to think about James on the other side of the building. Last she’d seen, he was fighting off an attack from both sides, but was managing very well considering. If he hadn’t been such a talented spellcaster Lily would have been more worried, but she’d been in enough battles with him to know that James could hold his own against two opponents with fairly little effort. She, on the other hand, gifted as she was, didn’t excel nearly as well at dueling, and needed to keep her mind on the present moment in order to not be blasted across the room…or worse. Every time they were in a battle it was clear that their adversaries were much more interested in ending her life than they were anyone else’s, especially if her partner was a pureblood. This fact had resulted in many fights between her and her friends, especially James, Sirius, and Marlene, all of whom felt it was their responsibility to focus on defending her in a fight. She’d finally convinced them to focus on their own battles by emphasizing that if they died for her benefit, she’d never forgive them. And they were all much more likely to make it out alive if they kept focused on their own fight.

Which is why she’d been being a hypocrite as she worried over James in the middle of sending a hex toward one of her assailants, meanwhile ducking a spell from the other. She’d just begun to gain some focus back when a loud crash echoed across the room, and in the moment she turned to see what had happened, a spell from one of her opponents flew past her head, missing her by inches. She didn’t care—across the room from her lay James, crumpled just beyond a large pile of rubble. She darted to him, ducking spells while throwing her own, aware that it was now four against one, aware that she was probably moments away from both of their deaths. When she made it to James’s side, a brief thought crossed her mind that the fates must have some stake in keeping them alive. In the next breath, she was apparating them to the safe house they’d been assigned in case of emergency, which had already been protected by wards to keep them from being followed.

James was still unconscious when they appeared on the floor of the dark living room. Lily felt his chest for a heartbeat, the rise and fall of it assuring her enough to take a breath. She lit the sconces in the room with a flick of her wand, ignited the fireplace beside them with another, and then got to work. She’d been apprenticing as a healer for nearly a year when the war took a turn for the worse, and it was no longer safe for her to be out in public. But in that time she’d learned enough to be one of the most useful members of the Order, at least when it came to tending the wounded. By the time James awoke, she’d fully healed the cuts on his face, and his arm was tightly wrapped. It would be sore for a day or two, but would mend fine.

“What…?” He looked around, groggy, until his eyes landed on hers in the firelight. “Are you alright?” His voice pitched up in worry, and James sat up against the cushions of the couch, placing an arm on hers.

She laughed at him, her throat suddenly tight. “I’m fine, obviously—I’m the one sitting up, aren’t I?”

He didn’t seem to find this funny, only breathing out a sigh of relief. He looked around the room, taking in that they were safe now. “You got us out?”

She nodded, and swallowed hard as he stared at her. She’d never gotten used to the way he looked at her, with such admiration, with such love and tenderness. They’d been through so much together now, and yet nothing had happened beyond those looks. She never fully understood why, except that the war kept everyone so scared that the idea of letting oneself feel anything hopeful and good felt unnatural, or somehow unkind to those who they’d lost. Marlene had told her that she deserved happiness even in the darkness, that they all did, but somehow reaching for it felt impossible, scarier than being in battle against multiple death eaters. She could hardly stand to lose the love she already had—the idea of having anymore, and risking losing it too…it didn’t feel like a bridge she was ready to cross.

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apalapucian · 28 days

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it's lily who finds him. he's lying on the topmost bench on the quidditch stands, drenched and on his back, eyes open and narrowed against the rain. he's crumpled that leather jacket he loves so much into a lamentable pillow.

"i don't need your pity party," he says when she reaches him. she almost doesn't hear over the downpour. she wouldn't have if she hadn't seen his lips move, if she didn't know his voice so much that she can pick it up from anywhere.

she rolls her eyes. "you need a fucking umbrella," she points out, casting a drying spell and then sitting on the space beside his head.

sirius glares at the overly bright yellow umbrella now blocking his current best friend: his stupid, unforgiving ocean of nimbus clouds. lily waits for the cutting remark, the blunt admonishment. it doesn't come. he just huffs, and then closes his eyes.

eventually, he says, "my god, i am a drama queen," the ice not quite melting, but noticeably chipping at the edges.

"yes, you are."

"my brother's a fucking death eater though. that's got to be worse, isn't it?"

"regulus is not a death eater."

he flinches at the name. "not yet. but like we all just fucking heard, he's clearly — "

"that's not your fault."

he clenches his jaw. "feels like it is."

"it's not."

"how do you deal with all that shit with your sister?"

lily keeps her eyes on the pitch, but the umbrella sags an inch. this. this is why she sought him after that whole regulus fiasco. because he gets it. maybe she needed the pity party. she says, "well, not by storming off to brood in the rain alone, for sure."

he opens his eyes to raise an eyebrow up at her. when she perfectly mirrors his expression as an answer, he breaks and laughs. "why're you even here," he asks irritably, but he's sitting up now, and he's slackened, and lily doesn't need to answer his question because they both know that he knows why she's here.

he pries the umbrella from her hand and holds it up for them because he's taller. more on her side than his, she notices, but that's because he's already mostly rained down on. when she puts her head on his shoulder, he says, "stupid. i'm wasting effort here holding this up for you and you get yourself soaked anyway."

"shut up."

"if you get sick, james will kill me."

"if i get sick, i'll kill you myself."

that makes him chuckle, at least.

they stay like that until the rain softens to a drizzle, neither of them saying anything. when the mist has thinned and all the greens start coming back through, lily straightens up. "sirius."

"what," he says, in that eternally irate, snobbish tone of his.

"you have more than one brother, you know that?"

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sirius thinks, i've got three more, yeah. i do know that.

he also thinks, and an annoying sister, seems like. do you know that?

and: thanks for being here. i feel like i'm losing my head.

and: it's not my fault it's not my fault reg's an idiot and that's not my fucking fault.

he says, "your hair makes my neck itch."

lily laughs.

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james, remus, and peter see that laugh. they don't hear it, being too far down, but james knows exactly what lily's laugh sounds like, that one and all the rest, so he, at least, might as well have heard it. he pockets the map and starts walking back inside to the changing rooms. remus and peter exchange a glance before following suit.

"we're leaving?" asks peter, craning his neck while he talks, reluctant to wrench his eyes off sirius and lily.

"yep," says james brightly. "kitchens. let's go."

"but there'll be dinner in the great hall now," says remus, checking his watch.

"those two won't be feeling like dinner in the great hall tonight," says james. "we have to get them the good stuff before they run out."

"but i'm hungry," says peter.

"we can eat there, we don't have to wait for them," says james. "come on."

he slings an arm each around them, and off they go to the kitchens, james smiling to himself all the way.

#jily #jily*#blackevans #marauders #jily fic #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jple #sirius black #lily evans #this is for everyone who liked/responded to that blackevans thing i posted last night and were like #THATS NOT A PROBLEM #here's a rewrite of an old fic #also im posting this out of spite because im annoyed this morning and work is kicking my ass lol #apalapucian*

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mppmaraudergirl · 22 days

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a masterlist post

(this list is in no particular order, just subject to tumblr's horrible search function. big thanks to everyone who contributed to the jily love!)

AO3 collection here

Day One - The Big Moments

Good Chaos by @flowerpottlady

Wedding day fanart by @elleest

The Wedding Day by @mppmaraudergirl

The Big Little Moments by @annabtg

Disheartened by @chierafied

Incipience by @abihastastybeans

Querencia by @thelighthousestale

Scenes from a Proposal by @tinyluminaryzombie

Proposal artwork by @constancezin

The Big Moments by @charmsandtealeaves

First dance artwork by @daiziesssart

Day Two - The Little Doe-mestic Moments

James' Man-Cold by @nena-96

Filled to the Brim by @mppmaraudergirl

Indulgence by @abihastastybeans

The Big Little Moments by @annabtg

Good Chaos by @flowerpottlady

Inadequate by @chierafied

Querencia by @thelighthousestale

joy by @myuntoldstory

Missed Spot artwork by @constancezin

Little domestic moment by @charmsandtealeaves

Her Favorite Regular by @arianatwycross

Day Three - Thrice Defied

Patronus artwork by @elleest

Insolence by @abihastastybeans

Good Chaos by @flowerpottlady

Querencia by @thelighthousestale

Overcoming Obstacles by @charmsandtealeaves

Proud by @chierafied

Thrice Defied artwork by @constancezin

to have and to hold and to fight like hell by @kay-elle-cee

Day Four - Our Little Family

Querencia by @thelighthousestale

Revolted by @chierafied

Juvenescence by @abihastastybeans

Good Chaos by @flowerpottlady

Overprotective James artwork by @constancezin

Day Five - Celebrations & Victories

Satisfied by @chierafied

Ebullience by @abihastastybeans

Querencia by @thelighthousestale

To All the Kudos I'll Leave You Next by @wearingaberetinparis

Happy 64th artwork by @constancezin

Additional fics:

Several fics/days included on this masterlist by @practicecourts

Another @wearingaberetinparis fic sequel: My Baby's Fit like a Daydream

Please consider showing some love to these lovely people by reading, commenting, and reblogging their contributions to the jily fandom!

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suzyq31 · 2 months

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Another @jilymicrofics for team Gryffindor! Can easily be a continuation of my previous one. Prompts used: pride and joy.

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The first thing that alerted Lily that things were amiss was the cat racing through the kitchen, ginger tail puffed and making disgruntled yowls. The next was the sound of clattering, and heavy footsteps over the record she had playing softly.

She summoned a towel and dried her hands, moving swiftly towards the direction that Mitsy had come from. Fleetwood Mac faded and the sound of laughter reached her next, easing some of the tension from her shoulders as she rounded the corner into the living room.

James was chasing after Harry who careened around the sofa astride his toddler broom. The one she had banned from inside use over a month ago. There was also a broken picture frame and glass littering the hardwood floor. Much too close to her son’s socked feet.

“James!”

Her husband’s head snapped up, a flash of guilt in his eyes. Harry spotted her and the sheer delight on his small face was enough to bring her back from the edge of panic. James was right behind him beaming and waving away the jagged edges of glass with his wand.

Lily crossed her arms.

“I thought we agreed that the broom would be outdoors only.”

He tugged at his hair, Harry already taking off around the sofa again. “I know…but It’s been raining for days. Poor lad needs an outlet.”

As if in agreement Harry gave a loud shriek of happiness and James’ grin widened. Lily glanced around the sitting room now in complete disarray; tufted cushions on the ground, records spilling out of the cabinet that had clearly been collided with and the last of her summer flowers now strewn across the rug. Last time Harry had knocked over a vase–one of the many Potter heirlooms that filled their home, and Lily had put a stop to the insanity, insisting that brooms were never meant for indoors, no matter how low to the ground they flew.

James’ hands on her waist drew her attention back from the mess and her small child who was still laughing with joy.

“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”

Her answer was cut off by Harry, who noticed the lack of attention and came barreling towards them. Luckily James' reflexes were quick and with a wave his broom halted right near Lily’s shin. Harry slid forward on the broom, green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. Lily scooped him up before he could fall off and once safe in her arms he gave her a toothy grin.

“I see you’re inheriting your fathers gift for trouble.”

Harry laughed and said “Da.”

James smiled proudly, ruffling the matching dark mop of hair that their son had also inherited. “Admit it. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“He’s likely to shave years off my life,” she sighed, before kissing her son’s pudgy cheek, and tilting her head up towards James. “But you’re right.”

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kay-elle-cee · 8 months

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i'll be fine, i'll be good || Read on Ao3 A Slytherin!Lily AU || 1.8K words || Rated M || Playlist

From the moment the Sorting Hat is lifted from her head, Lily Evans knows nothing but the need for survival. Her Slytherin housemates despise her for her blood, and the rest of the war-worn world is suspicious of her for what qualities a centuries-old hat saw in her at age eleven. Lily Evans is never enough. Until she’s given the chance to be. Until she is.

Chapter 1: There's Nothing Really Wrong With Me

It’s not everyday a Muggleborn gets sorted into Slytherin. Not every year, or every decade even. But such is the fate of Lily Evans.

From the Playlist: Twinkle Lights — The Sonder Bombs, Taking Up Space — Jetty Bones, Teeth — Mallrat

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Author Note: I have been working on this fic for an insanely long time, and I'm so excited to finally share. Enjoy the (rather short, sorry!) chapter one, and look for updates for the next five Fridays!

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flowerpottlady · 26 days

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Alight With Happiness

Day Four: Our (Not So) Little Family

“She sat up straighter then, pulling her knees up to her chest, a move that would surely become impossible in a few months time. “Four kids… you really are trying to make your own Quidditch team huh?”

“Well, we could always give one to Pads and Moony, Merlin knows they have the space.”

That got a laugh out of her at least, “maybe we jinxed ourselves, buying a house with six bloody bedrooms.”

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Or James and Lily are rabbits. Day four is a little late, but I’m determined to finish this story.

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annabtg · 6 months

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James Potter, renowned potioneer, has a secret side career as an erotica writer under the pen name of Scarlett Goldwing. When his latest book starts to take off, and Scarlett is asked to promote it at a public event, he has no other option but to recruit his colleague Lily Evans to pretend to be Scarlett. The only problem is, Lily Evans hates his guts… or does she?

**Chapter 9: Finale**

The familiar lavender banner had been hung above the dais in the conference room of the Godric’s Hollow town hall. Eva’s acumen had correctly predicted that the town’s small pub wouldn’t be able to accommodate everyone who wanted to attend the presentation; and indeed, today’s crowd was bigger than even the one at the Evergreen book fair. In addition to pretty much the sum of the town’s female population, a flock of visitors had arrived from all over – among them, some familiar faces: Sirius with Remus and Peter; Mary, child-free and ready for a rare evening out; Belby with Anthea Spore; Wanda with her friend Constance, and even Pimhill. Their Department Head was a curious individual, Lily and James knew; they wouldn’t put it past him to buy the book, to get a glimpse into his subordinate’s literary pursuits.

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NOW COMPLETE!! (46.5k words)

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isahorcrux · 4 months

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love, james | chapter 7: see you at christmas

James likes Lily. And Lily likes James. How the hell did it get so complicated?

Love, Rosie, but make it Jily. Written for the Jilytoberfest 2023 Rom-Com Event.

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“You’ve double checked you’ve got your passport, right Lil?” “Dad, I told you. I don’t need a passport for the Floo,” Lily rolled her eyes as her father turned onto the M6 motorway. Mr. Evans shook his head, “And what if the Floo is down? How will you get home then?” Lily shrugged, “Wait for it to start working again I suppose.” “And leave me all alone with your mother and Petunia over the holidays? Absolutely not,” Mr. Evans reached into his messy glove compartment and pulled out a passport, Lily’s passport, to be exact. “Dad,” Lily laughed, rolling her eyes affectionately. “Just for emergencies. I know you’re perfectly capable of magicking your way back, but something to reassure your old dad.” “Thanks,” Lily smiled and took the passport, tucking it into her rucksack, “And thanks for, you know, driving me to London. I could have just taken the train.”

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eastwindmlk · 3 days

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Written for @jilymicrofics prompt: Care, Feb 3rd

A little @jilymicro-oops at 1849 words

Companion to Put on Bed Rest

Lily was never one for the cold; she disliked the way it crept into your very bones, the way it would bite at everything that was left exposed. And after a particularly nasty cold, courtesy of James Potter stuffing a snowball down her shirt—something for which he had apologised profusely and she had, in turn, pushed him into the lake over once the frost had thawed. She had learned to stay away from snowball fights.

Even with James having caught something himself, she was not going to risk it. After a quiet stroll through the snow, she avoided the rumbustious crowd and left before they could spot her. Having retrieved herself a flask of hot chocolate from the kitchens, which she had every intention of spiking with some cherry liqueur her father had brought back from his trip to Austria, she made her way back to her bed. She planned on sitting down and devouring one of Hestia’s harlequin romances.

She’d promised her that this one was particularly steamy, and that was just what she needed right now. Even if she would not admit it aloud, having been in such close proximity with James, who is patient, clever, responsible, and disgustingly handsome, she needed something to distract her from her own romantic mishaps.

She had the hope that the whiles of Lucy Brown and her handsome doctor, Travis Walsh, would distract her from her own pathetic predicament. Maybe she’d even got to work off some of that tension that had been brewing just under the surface.

Or not.

Lily could see him sitting in the window the moment she pushed through the portrait hole. The same spot he always used when he wanted to be melodramatic and mope. It was where they would find him after a particularly poor quidditch practice.

It was reserved for the little moments. Things that could easily be fixed, but he just wanted to commiserate. The spot was also notably empty after bigger disappointments. Like lost games or particularly poor news days. She’d learned those were days he would linger at the pitch. He would find somewhere up high to think.

The redhead considered brushing past him, letting him wallow in his self-pity. Only to hear him sniffle and feel the overwhelming need to comfort him. She could hardly let him sit there like that, right? At the very least, she should check. She told herself, and before she knew it, she had said his name. “Potter?” she’d asked quietly.

He turned around, his eyes watery and his skin clammy-looking. He looked like he should be in bed, not sitting around trying to read. Her hand darted out, her fingers brushing his forehead. He was burning up. Great. “You really should go to the hospital wing,” she informed him, worried that he might actually collapse not long from now.

“I’m fine, Evans,” he protested, the words followed by a coughing fit. He was not fine; he was so much not fine that his usual easy smile looked more like a grimace than anything. He genuinely looked like he was in some sort of pain, and Lily resigned herself to taking him to bed.

If he was not going down to the hospital wing, he should at least be lying down. Which was the least she could do, she supposed. Make sure that James lays down and does not injure himself further sitting here. Once he was tucked in, she could resume her afternoon as planned.

“Back to bed with you,” she ordered, jerking her thumb in the direction of the girls’ dorm. A mistake likely made out of habit. A mistake she did not realise she'd made until he'd managed to get up with a lot of huffing and groaning—his muscles stiff from either the cold or the flu he was nursing. And she barrelled past her, up to the girls' dormitories. The precise direction she had directed him in.

Lily watched, expecting the stairs to sound the alarm and send him sliding down on his arse at any moment now. Only when he made it to the curve in the spiral did she realise that he now had Head Boy privileges. He was not going to be barred from the girls' dorms, and panic struck here. Wondering in what state they'd left their room this morning.

She dreaded the possibilities. There were plenty of embarrassing artefacts that James could find. Not just around her bed; he wouldn't even know which one was hers. But that did not mean he needed to stumble onto Marlene's knickers or Hestia's collection of raunchy novellas. Bounding up the stairs after him, her hands reached to grip onto his shirt, which caused him to stall and sway, leaving her space to push past him near the last step.

“Oh no, you are not going in there! No, sir!” Lily protested, placing herself in his path to block the door to her dorm. But he still reached past her to the door handle. This close, she could feel his fever burning through her thick coat, see the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and see the bleary-eyed look behind his glasses.

James gripped the handle, swaying into her dangerously, and she knew that he would not make it back down the stairs without risking a nasty fall. Never mind making it up the stairs to his own bed. “Fucking hell, Potter. You are really not leaving me any choice, are you?” Lily complained through gritted teeth, her arms wrapping around his middle as he staggered into her.

She locked her knees as his full weight came down on her, even if it was just for a moment, until he got his footing back. Just don’t mind the mess, alright.” She pushed his hair back, her hand slick with sweat. The door opened, and they were hit with an overwhelming wave of lavender and eucalyptus, undoubtedly Marlene having spelled it up after endless complaints about the smell of her gear. Or maybe Dorcas, who had been complaining about the smell of their soggy boots that morning.

Whoever it was had overdone it, big time.

Lily blinked as her nose was assaulted. James started coughing, bending over her, and making her grunt at the added weight. Half carrying, half dragging him across the room. Just wanting to get him into a bed now. Once her hands were free, she could dispel the charm.

“You have the same bed,” he remarked, barely able to breathe but no longer coughing.

Letting James collapse into her bed, she quickly kicked yesterday's underwear under the bed before reprimanding him, "Catch your breath before offering commentary.” She gave him a stern look before shrugging off her coat and draping it over her trunk. She was about to ask about his remarks. Effidently, they'd picked the same spot in the dorm during their first year. It almost seemed like fate.

Something was enticing about the look of James Potter in her bed; she thought she was going to be having regardless. However, she supposed he would be sweaty for different reasons. A thought shook from her mind when James remarked, “Your dorm is a lot nicer than mine.” His eyes caught hers with a tired smile. "Smells better too, once you've got used to it."

Lily couldn't help but laugh, a little too enthusiastic. When she snorted, Lily wanted nothing more than the floorboards to swallow her up. Hand clamping over her mouth in fear of a repeat, her cheeks warming up in embarrassment. “That is because Marlene’s Quidditch gear isn’t here,” she told him with a roll of her eyes. “You should smell it then.” Hopefully, the little jest could distract him from her little inelegant moment.

She let him recover from the laughter while she dug through her bedside table, certain that her mother had sent her a jar of Vicks. Something that she thought might help him.

“That might be the problem.” He sniffed. "Too much quidditch gear," he groaned, his fingers pressing into his temples just as she found the little dark blue jar. Holding it out triumphantly, only to realise that James would have no clue what it was or what it might do. Still, she sat on the bed and fixed his collar.

"Can I? It'll help," she promised, already reaching to pull his shirt up, doing her utmost not to be too distracted by the underneath. Waiting for his permission before pushing the fabric up. Exposing his chest. She kept her face down, hiding her flush, as she carefully rubbed the balm into his chest. Only pausing to feel his heart race under her touch. Biting back a smile.

Then he was right there, having pushed himself up to get closer to her. His teeth caught onto his lip, sure that this was it. He was going to kiss her, and she would let him. She would love that; it would have been perfect. Like a moment in one of her books.

As quickly as that moment had come, his heat faded, making her chase it without thinking. Still chasing his lips, wanting that kiss. The enchantment broke when she nearly toppled forward. She had to catch herself on the pillow beside him, draw a shallow breath, and blink back to reality.

Lily scrambled for what to say, cursing herself for blushing this easily. Or rather, that James could make her blush this easily; no one else seemed to have quite the same knack for it. “Um- I. Can you turn around?” Moving things along, the question made her hesitate long enough for her to explain. “I need to do your back, too.”

“Right, of course,” he stammered, twisting for her to be able to reach over. Her body pressed into his. Carefully repeating the process, she was unable to stop herself from admiring the sculpted back. Her fingers were absentmindedly gliding along his spine. He resists the urge to let her fingers walk along his ribs. She was likely already making him suspicious.

Pushing herself off the bed, she announced, “All done!" She needed a moment to compose herself as she replaced the jar on her bedside table. “I suggest you take a nap. Let it do its work.”

It would give her a little time to work through all the thoughts and feelings she had surrounding having him in her bed. She moved away to sit down on her trunk, giving him the space to get some rest, when his hand caught her wrist. Making her heart sputter. Letting herself be pulled into him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

'Damn you, Potter!' She wanted to curse, but she did not trust her voice to be even. Just a moment and a very few breaths to compose herself were all she needed. So, in response, Lily leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. She felt the fever burn through him. All he could do now was rest, and she would let him.

“Sweet dreams, James," she told him, offering a smile that he would not see as his eyes drooped closed.

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nena-96 · 6 months

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What the Flip Lily?!

@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics Week 4 prompts: Blip, Flip, Clip, Rip, Trip (my schedule in rl is a bit hectic, but here's a little Jily domestic family fluff)

Summary: Lily was enjoying the special moment with Harry in the nursery of Godric's Hollow... that was until James had decided to say some colorful words.

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His green eyes were so beautiful and full of love that Lily could do nothing but smile, as she cradled her little Harry in her arms. He’s so tiny, with his tiny fingers that reached and squeezed her finger as he gurgled a little laugh, as he kicked his tiny feet. Sitting here in the nursery, as she rocked on the ancient rocking chair, had become one of her favorite places to be here in Godric’s Hollow. Even with the war looming above them, as they hide in this house, she knows that there’s still beauty in the world, one of the reasons is the adorable look on Harry's face. Loving the way he giggled at the way she “booped” his nose with her finger.

While her little Harry, her adorable son would always end up blowing a raspberry at her, making Lily’s eyes fill up with tears of happiness.

A world where the war is over and Muggles and Muggleborn are safe to live their lives free of fear and pain. Harry’s green eyes are a reflection of her own, yet the messy black hair is definitely all James. If she were to really focus, she could see the glimmer of mischief within those beautiful green orbs. It was times like these in which Lily realizes that there can be peace in the wizarding world. One look at the child in her arms proves that her statement is real. No matter the time of day or night, Lily knew for certain that her little Harry will always be safe in her warm embrace.

So pure, so innocent, her little Harry James Po-

“Son of a Bit-”

Lily whips her head towards the nursery’s door, at the sound of her dearest husband’s outburst, the door knob jostles a bit before it turns slightly right and the door gets pushed open. As James limps into the room, while muttering obscenities, “I see you still haven’t moved the end table from the living room, Lils.” James said as he walked across the small distance to the nightstand. “I told you that I’d do it later, and no swearing James, I don’t want Harry to learn such words,” Lily scolded him, while making a show of covering Harry’s pink ears. “Oh, come on Lils you know more than I do that you have a sailor mouth”, James retorted, “I recall that you had quite the colorful vocabulary this morning that would even make an Auror blush.” With a roll of her eyes, Lily focused her attention back at the gurgling child in her arms, “No swearing, isn’t that right, sweetheart,” she cooed at Harry, making him giggle and his eyes brighten with happiness.

“I’m going to prepare some Palak Paneer and some Chicken Tikka Masala”, James said momentarily pulling Lily away from Harry, before she could ask how he got the ingredients for such a lavish meal, James waved his hand at her. “Relax, I used the Invisibility cloak and I can assure you that nobody saw me,” he said with certainty that the only thing that Lily could do was nod her head and smile at her husband. Lily watched as James walked towards her and give her a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead before moving to kiss her gently on her soft lips. Before he moved away, he leaned down and she felt his breath tickle her skin as he whispered a promise into her ear, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you and I promise to tell you next time when I’ll go out for food.”

Lily nodded as she tried her best to not think of exactly how far the man, she loves would go in order to protect them, she doesn’t want to entertain the thought of losing him because he sacrifices himself in order to save them. No, a world without James is simply not a world she wants to live in, they made a promise and she will do everything in her power for the three of them to come out of this war alive. There’s simply no other alternative, she will not let anyone rip her family away from her.

James gives her a soft smile, his dimples showing before he turns to head out of the room, so he could show off his culinary skills, something that Lily could never achieve. Although, in her opinion there is nothing sexier than a man cooking up the most delicious curry and having the dishes cleaned and put away afterwards.

However, it has seemed as though luck wasn’t on her husband’s side, since he ended up tripping over the corner of the rug that was sticking up and ended up banging his toe onto one of the legs of the crib, as he was now hoping on one foot as he bit his bottom lip in frustration. Yes, it was moments like these in which Lily debates whether she indeed married one of the most talented wizards ever, or the biggest toe-rag ever.

“Blo-”

Lily’s eyes widened as she glanced at Harry before looking back at her husband, who if you ask her is making quite the show of hopping around on one foot. Before James could finish his sentence, Lily managed to bring out her wand from under Harry’s blanket and quickly muttered a spell and sent it directly at her husband.

“Blipping, flipping clip!” James had shouted in confusion, “Slipping, ugh flip.... Lily, what the flip did you clipping do?”

“I told you, no swearing around Harry”, Lily said in between giggles as she listened to the words spilling out James’ mouth. The look on his face was priceless as he licked his lips, and closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts as he did his best to ignore the way both Harry, and she were giggling uncontrollably now. Their faces-tinged pink as James continued muttering silly-obscenities as he turned and made his way out of the room.

“Dagnabbit…. Son of a monkey…. Merlin’s beard…. Flipping heck, Lily”

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oneofthesirens · 1 year

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everything carries me back to you

Relationship: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter | Rating: Teens and Up | W.C: 4.5k

The next year Lily’s veins thrum with excitement and anticipation of seeing James again. She’s dated — of course, a true university experience is hardly complete without a few ill-advised snogs — but for some reason, James still lingers in the back of her mind.

It feels like she’s waiting for the pieces to fall into place. For James and her to be in the same place, at the right time.

Or: Lily and James meet each year at their local pub on Christmas Eve. They’re the right people at the wrong time (and again, and again, and — you get the gist.)

#my fics #jple #jily #jily fanfic #james potter #lily evans

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jamesunderwater · 9 months

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Dead to Me - Chapter 12: sorry mom

I saw a quote once that said: “How many times have I loved a thing, just because you loved it? Including me.” This story is about love, but is not to be confused with a love story. It’s about the love we should have had. The love we don’t think we deserve. The crooked love we settle for. It is about how, in letting others love us, we learn to love ourselves.

Chapter 12 ~ Beginning ~ Playlist

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apalapucian · 1 month

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his last thought, of course, is of lily evans.

hands shaking, heart erratic — as if pleading for him not to be stupid, screaming independently to be spared — he stands as proudly hardheaded and defiant as ever, up to the last second. his last thought and breath and heartbeat are all for her.

lily.

impossibly beautiful, endlessly brilliant, and in the end, even for just a bit, miraculously his. to this day he's astounded about it. apparently to his death he will remain so.

he hasn't really given the afterlife that much thought, but he's sure of one thing: even now, in the most drastic of times, he can't imagine what it's like to be without her.

but he's james potter, isn't he, and for countless times in his life that meant something, so he will manage, he will have to, because although the thought of not being with lily terrifies him more than anything else, she's far too wonderful to rid the world of her existence. even in the afterlife, he thinks, if one even existed, to look down upon a world without lily evans is just — unfathomable.

god, he hopes this saves her.

saves harry.

harry. an apology shoots up in his brain, and he thinks it so loudly, so desperately, trying to somehow reach out to the crying infant upstairs just from filling his entire mind with it. i'm sorry, kid. i wish we had more time. let magic be the kind that reaches his son. i love you. just this once, let magic be the kind that's just willing something to happen makes it happen. saves his family. be safe, laugh a lot, fight hard. live live live god please live. let magic be the kind that expands his consciousness as far as it can go, even in the after; let it reach that flying boy on a broom; that brave, spectacular man james will never get to see, now.

he thinks of sirius.

he thinks of his friends.

he thinks of everything he's leaving, hopes they win, one way or another.

but most of all, he thinks of lily evans, whose eyes and smile and laugh and life are what keeps him brave now, despite everything. and before all is gone he thinks of how the universe is still kind enough to grant him one last favor: the killing curse is the precise color of her eyes.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆˙⟡٠⭑.

— a rewrite of a portion of a really old fic, as my first ever @jilymicrofics entry (19 - astounded) ♡

#jily #jily*#jple #jily fanfiction #jily fic #jily fanfic #jily microfic #james x lily #not linking the fic because it's old and it sucks #but i've been rewriting lately as warm up and i've been meaning to write a march microfic so #as sirius would say #birds and stones #<3 #apalapucian*

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mppmaraudergirl · 3 months

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Prologue

James had never lived in a world not torn apart by war. His mother once told him his first cry was like that of a battle cry, that he’d somehow grown used to the sounds while in her womb and come into the world ready to join in the fight. He’d believed her as a child, in the way all young boys were quick to believe, but aging brought him skepticism. Aging brought him many things.

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suzyq31 · 2 months

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Alright, here goes nothing. Let's see if Gryffindor has a shot! Written for @jilymicrofics.

Prompt: Horrified

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James' eyes went wide with horror beneath his glasses. “Don’t even joke about that.”

Lily laughed, the now empty bowl of ice cream perched on her stomach shaking with her movement. “I’m not joking.”

He gave her a mock wounded look, taking another bite from his own bowl. “Well, you’re wrong."

With a sigh she heaved herself up from leaning against the sofa. With only a few weeks left of her pregnancy, nearly all movement was difficult. James sat up, arm extending to take the bowl and waving it away to fly across the cottage towards the kitchen.

Lily adjusted her tank top and did her best to turn towards her husband. “I didn’t say I was right. Only that it’s a possibility. One you’ll have to resign yourself to.”

He shook his head and placed his hand where the bowl had been. The warmth of him a stark contrast to the cold ceramic. “What’s that Muggle theory? Nature versus Nurture? He’ll have both. So it’s a done deal.”

She snorted. “I don’t think it’s been used to study the inheritance of Quidditch skills.”

“No. But they’ve got their football teams. I’m sure it’s similar.”

“So you refuse to prepare yourself for the fact that your son might just not be interested in your favorite sport. Let alone want to play, or have a natural talent for it.”

James gave her the mischievous smile, the one he’d been giving her since they’d met. “I never prepare for the worst.”

“That’s true,” she conceded with a laugh.

His grin only widened. “He’ll be one of the greats. I know it.”

She was about to reply when a strong kick up near her ribs made her wince. James’s eyes went wide again, this time with wonder and a touch of concern.

“You alright?”

She nodded, moving her hand over his. Months had passed since she’d first felt the fluttering inside her, now much more intense and jarring, yet it never stopped amazing either of them.

“I think that means he agrees with me,” he added.

“That or the sugar is finally hitting.”

Her free hand found its way to James’ messy hair. More and more these days her mind was preoccupied with what was to come, wondering what their son would be like. If he would look anything like the man she loved, or if he would look like her at all.

James hummed absently, ducking down to kiss her lips, still tasting of strawberry ice cream . “Your sweet tooth and my quidditch skills. He’ll be unstoppable.”

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