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canon jily my favourite inescapably doomed it couple

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— lily evans aesthetic; green

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heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

NHL Player James/Olympic Figure Skater Lily AU || Rated M || Read it on AO3

my life was a storm, since i was born how could i fear any hurricane

Chapter Five

JAMES

It's not surprising that Benji comes back to the bench early, clutching his shoulder, a pained expression on his face (the open ice hit he got was rough), but there's only forty-five seconds left of the third period. Forty-five seconds. In a tied game. At least hustle back to the bench a bit, buddy.

James leaps over the boards the moment Benji gets close enough. He doesn't wait for Wood to tell him to go - he doesn't need to. The puck slides along the boards, dumped by a Canes player when Shrimpy gets too close, down to the Orca's defensive zone behind the net, and Sirius attempts to intercept it. He's pinned against the boards, unable to reach the puck even with his skate. Kings and another Canes player are fighting for a puck that just won't budge, and James considers his options.

"Hey, hey! Behind you!" James shouts, skates along behind the net, turns to backwards in anticipation. Kings slips the puck free, an awkward angle, tipped on its side, but the Canes player holding Kings back misses it when he reaches.

That's good enough for James.

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mr and mrs potter and their december wedding

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Once again, you can be an English major. a seasoned journalist. an established author. a famed literary critic...and you will still scratch your head over the junk that makes it big. Public opinion has no worth. Just write what you want.

"But I don't want to share something that isn't perfect" why not? everyone else does.

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"do you realize how long i've been looking for this sweater? you've had it this whole time?!"

Ron was going to be murdered. There was no other answer for it. He was going to die by his mother's hand if he couldn't find his Weasley jumper. If he hadn't continued to grow like a bean stalk, he might have just worn the one he had last year, but the sleeves were too short and the middle barely met his waist. His mum would have a conniption if he showed up to take photos like that.

It was the first time in over a year that all the Weasley siblings would be available to take a photo with their whole family. Despite it being in the dead of spring, his mum had insisted that they all wear their jumpers. Ron thought it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

But he still didn't want to be yelled at for an hour for not showing up in the right clothing. There was only one person would be able to help.

And that was Hermione.

Living with a girl hadn't been as bad as Ron had thought it would be. She was highly organized for one, so none of her stuff was left around their living area, unlike Ron and Harry, who struggled with to keep all their things in their rooms. She kept them on track, and she even cooked them super sometimes, which both Harry and Ron had told her she didn't have to do. And if Ron had to force himself not think about the fact that they shared a bathroom, then that was perfectly fine.

Ron wrapped on her door before opening it. "Hey, Hermione."

She was plopped down on her bed with four different notebooks in front of her, and a book that looked larger than her head.

"What?" she asked, shoving her thick hair away from her face.

"Have you . . ." He trailed off as his eyes landed on her dresser. Specifically the jumper that was laying there with a 'R' on the front. "What the fuck are you doing with my sweater?"

Hermione's eyes snapped to the dresser as well as and her face burned red. "It must have gotten mixed in with my laundry. I didn't even think about it."

Ron gaped. "I've been looking for this thing for a whole week. And it's been in your room this whole time?" Without thinking, he marched into her room and snatched the jumper off her dresser. "For fuck's sake, I'm been stressing out over this."

"Well, Ronald, it's not my fault you leave all your clothes lying around the house," Hermione hissed. "It's not my fault if some of them get mixed in with mine in the wash."

"Whatever," Ron muttered before stomping out of her room and slamming the door. Harry was across the hall in the doorway to his bedroom. He stared at Ron for a moment before rolling his eyes.

As if any of this was his fault. Huffing, Ron marched back to his own room, determined to ignore the fact that his sweater smelled like Hermione.

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Ron Weasley, in peak panic mode, thinks, "Oh no, Harry’s not writing back—he might be dying!" And instead of doing the logical thing like telling his parents his best friend might have been kidnapped or whatever, he goes straight to his teenage brothers.

Fred and George, without missing a beat, are like, "Say no more, little bro, we’re on it." Their immediate solution? Stealing their dad’s illegal enchanted flying car because obviously that’s the next best way to cross England and check why Harry isn’t answering letters. Idea: questionable. Execution: flawless. Result: property damage.

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just taylor swift being ethereal on the eras tour

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Ginny: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Harry: *laughs nervously* Neat.

[Later]

Harry, lying face down on his bed: And I said "neat". Who the fuck says "neat"? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Hermione, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Harry. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember when Ron confessed his love for me?

Harry: Didn't you thank him?

Hermione, closing the book and staring up at the ceiling: I thanked him.

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I don't think people who don't like Jily get Lily like I do because she was abandoned by two of the people she loved the most in the world: her big sister, Petunia, who gave up on her just because she was different and was most definitely envious of her, and her childhood best friend, Severus, who she had always found comfort in when things weren't right but ultimately chose his blood supremacy beliefs over their shared love and pain. And then there's James Potter, who despite everything (despite Lily purposely pushing him away for years) never gave up on her. Instead, he grew into the kind of person who could stand by her side. Even until the end, he gave up his last breath to defend her and their son because he loved her more than life itself. And that’s why Jily is so wonderful: because James was everything Lily needed but never thought she’d have.

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Difficult to concentrate (art by @tolovethemoony)

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All jokes aside my poor baby girl Ginny was GOING THOUGH IT in chamber of secrets. The way this fandom dismisses her trauma and removes her from the narrative is one of the bigger annoyances I have. She deserves so much more as a character.

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Jily: the heating charms have gone haywire...Lily is very cold and James runs hot 🔥

#sharethatbed

Heads up. For plot purposes, this is going to be an AU where they don't get together seventh year.

Lily was drying the clothes on their bodies as James tried to get a fire going in the fireplace. Dumbledore's safe houses were very secure, just not so warm sometimes. They'd just diverted Death Eaters who were trying to burn down a Muggle town, and were now hiding until it was safe to go home. Which wouldn't likely be until morning. Damn this damp wood.

"D-did you get it g-going?" Lily asked through chattering teeth.

"Not yet," James muttered. Light, he thought. Come on.

"Damn it," she breathed. "I'm shaking too much to do a warming charm."

James nodded toward the bed, the only one in this one room shack. "Go cover up. I'll get this started."

And finally the fire lit up. Thank fuck.

Lily was already sitting cross legged on the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. There wasn't even a couch for him to kip on. Damn Dumbledore. James rocked one of the bedside tables out. It'd no doubt make a lumpy couch, but it'd do for tonight.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked.

"I'm going to transfigure this into a couch," James said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped. "We're both adults. We can share the bed. Besides, it'll be warmer that way."

James was not going to get any sleep tonight because someone up above hated him so much that they were going to make him share a bed with the girl who he'd had a crush on since he was fifteen-years-old. Lily's green eyes were shining through the firelight, and he swore she'd never looked prettier. Though he'd probably find another moment tomorrow that would outshine this one.

"You don't have to-"

Lily scoffed. "James, don't be silly."

Judging from her determined expression, she was not going to let this go. One night. All he had do was survive one night. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he untied the laces of his boots and toed them off. Lily had already scooted over to make room for him, was laying facing him, her hair haloed around her like a damn angel. This was going to be burned into his mind forever.

"Do you think they'll find us?" she whispered, a shiver running up her spine.

"In this old thing?" he said as he scrambled under the covers to face her. "Doubtful." He dropped his glasses onto the nightstand behind him as the fire crackled loudly.

Lily shivered. "Why are you so warm?"

James shrugged. "I don't know. Remus says I run hot." In fact, he'd shoved James off him multiple times when all four of them had fallen asleep in the same bed at the Potter home. His exact words were 'a fucking furnace,' if James remembered correctly.

Lily muttered something under her breath that James couldn't hear, then she rolled over and slid back towards him. Eyes wide, James dropped his hand to her hip, trying to keep several inches of space between the two of them.

"What are you doing, Evans?" he hissed into the dark.

"I'm freezing," she whined. Then she pressed her ice cold feet into his calves.

"Holy fuck," he muttered, but he let her slide back into him. He had to. He wasn't about to let her freeze. With her back pressed against his chest and her hair right under his nose, the smell of strawberries drifted up to him. Desperately, he shifted his hips away from her, praying that she wouldn't notice anything.

Only she kept moving. Wiggling this way and that to get comfortable, rotating her feet to get them warmed up, shivers racking her whole spine causing her to shift against him. James felt like he was burning from the inside out. Finally, he pressed his hand hard into her hip to still her.

"Evans, what-"

"Are you poking me?" she demanded.

James snapped his hips away from her, his cheeks on fire. He had one job when he climbed in this bed, and he'd failed miserably at it.

"It's a natural reaction," he muttered through clinched teeth.

"A natural reaction?"

"Yes. Because you keep squirming around."

Lily snorted, and James knew she didn't believe him. "So, if I was Sirius, you'd be having the same natural reaction?" She didn't give him time to answer as she rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. James could see that her green eyes had gotten darker and her mouth was dropped open in disbelief. Why was she always so fucking beautiful? "Well?"

"No," James breathed against her lips, then her fingers were in his hair and his hands were clutching her waist like she was a buoy in a gale. Rolling on top of her, he slid his hand under her sweatshirt, humming at the warmth he found there. Her name was symphony on his lips as he kissed the column of her throat.

Her hands made quick work of his belt, and were sliding inside his pants.

"Holy fuck," he swore.

"Quick to shoot off, are we?" she breathed as her finger swept over his head.

"If you keep doing that, yeah," he muttered swatting her hands away.

She pouted for a moment before shrieking as he pushed her shirt up.

"Don't do that," she said, pushing it back down. "It's fucking cold." James grinned against her neck. "If you say something stupid, like 'I'll keep you warm,' I'll smack you."

Instead, he unfastened her jeans and slid them down her legs along with her knickers. His hand found her center and he swore under his breathe.

"How long have you-"

"Since you got in bed."

Shit.

James hadn't dared to dream that she'd want him back, hadn't wanted to give himself false hope. Remus always shook his head at the pining looks he sent Lily when her back was turned, and Sirius told to grow some balls and talk to her like an adult. But he was barely capable of forming words around her most of the time, let alone talking about how he felt about her.

"Lily," he muttered against her neck.

The redhead simply grabbed his cock and circled it around her entrance.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"Yes," she breathed against his neck like she'd always been certain, like this was always meant to happen.

James slid inside her with a hiss, muffling his gasps against her neck.

"James," she whined, and James swore he was going to loose it. She was different than anyone he'd been with. He'd never cared this much, never wanted something so much that he felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest and take flight. As she gasped under him, James thought Lily might feel the same way. His slid over her right breast, and he swore he could feel her heart beating through her chest, matching rhythm with his own.

They unraveled together, like stars dying at the same time. Lily's nails dug into his back where she'd slipped her hand under his shirt, and his teeth sunk into her neck. As they both came down, her fingers stroked through his hair, and James shuddered unable to hide his grin any longer.

"Oh, get off," she said shoving at his chest.

James simply rolled onto his side and tugged her close. "Since I got in bed, eh?"

"Oh, shut up," she muttered, tugging her underwear back up her legs. "I should never have told you that. "

"I'm never going to let you forget it," James said as he nuzzled her neck.

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The prompt had soup in it.. I had to.

 “fine, i get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s nothing you can say to convince me that a hot dog is a damn sandwich.” 

"Lily, it's basically the definition of soup," James argued passionately. Her husband never did anything half way, she'd give him that. "A liquid dish."

"Did you look at up in the dictionary?" Lily asked, narrowing her eyes. They'd had some ridiculous arguments over the years, but this one probably took the cake.

"And if I did?" James said evasively as he turned to pour himself a glass of orange juice. "It just proves my point."

Lily pushed onto her tip toes and flicked his ear.

"Ouch!"

"I think you're conveniently forgetting the second part of the definition that says made up of water or stock," Lily said.

James gaped at her, his glasses askew on his nose. "Did you look it up too?"

Lily shrugged. "Only for argument's sake. And I get your argument, but there's nothing to you can say to convince me that a hotdog is a damn sandwich."

"It is!" James said. "There's bread on either side and then you have the meat in the middle."

"Can I have soup?"

Both of them turned to find their son sleepily rubbing his eyes as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his hair as messy as his father's was when he woke up.

"Honey, we don't have soup," Lily said gently.

Harry pointed at the cereal box. "Soup."

"Ha!" James exclaimed. "Good boy. Of course, you can."

Lily glared at him. "You've corrupted our son."