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Thank you so much for all the responses I got!

An update about me, if you're interested. There hasn't been art from me lately as I'm giving more attention to my mental health. It's been 2 years I am doing therapy and recently I've been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which has made my life style change completely! I'm in a very good state of mind recently, but the art block is haunting me! I used to draw and create almost everyday and now it's not like this anymore. It's been so long since I write something in here that I'm almost forgetting English x) I'm listening Harry Potter audiobook while taking my daily walks and it's giving me some old feels. Almost like trying to find that inspiration again! But no rush, I know there are more important things to concentrate, but I can't help but miss being active on tumblr. I really miss it here! :)

Hey guys, it's been a while huh? How have you all been? Do you guys still enjoy HP? I feel like it's been ages I interact with you all.

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The Storm, The Aftermath

A smutty, fluffy continuation of my jilytober fic 'The Storm' ( Rated T: Link Here) though it is not necessary to read them together. Also a portion of this is based off a @blvnk-art comic which I posted previously.

NSFW Warning! AO3 Here

“James…” Lily watches him from the bed, his shoulders tight, hands moving flustered as they search for some unknown item of clothing. Even from behind she can tell he is trying to regulate his breathing.  “James,” she repeats, taking a small pause, “I wasn’t planning on needing anything to sleep in.”  She feels her whole face flush.. If implications were heavy before, all nuance is now thrown out into the storm. 

“If your mum or dad ask, we fell asleep working on the assignment,” Lily murmurs, a hand curling deep into his hair while the other brushes a thumb over his bottom lip. 

“Right…assignment.” He pushes their bodies flush together and propels them backwards towards the open door to his room. His teeth nip at her thumb, sending her nervous system rampant.

“We can say I suggested we keep at it—you know, since I had to stay the night anyhow.” Her voice turns into a sigh as James skims his teeth against her cheek, grazing to her chin with an open mouth.

“Had to,” he teases, eyes fighting to stay open. His hands find where her shirt allows entrance to the skin underneath and he presses in. 

“Plus,” she sighs at the feel of his rough hands on her back, “ I didn’t quite like the look of the guest bedroom anyhow—too sterile.” 

"Are you calling my room dirty, Evans? How rude.” 

Their bodies push their way into the open door. Despite the efforts of his hands to erase all thought, Lily can’t help but relish in entering his personal space. It’s a rarity—she has seen his four poster bed back at school in fleeting moments from before they started hooking up, but even then that was a shared living space, marked by other boys past and present. This was his territory, completely unfiltered by anyone but himself. 

He makes a small noise of dissent as she untangles herself to get a better look at the room: his broom leans against a much too large mahogany bed and the static eyes of The Beatles stare back from the walls while quidditch heroes zoom across posters. Books are stacked on the floor at the bedside and a large bay window opens out to the gardens next to the house, now darkened by the incoming storm.  

With a shot of confidence, Lily turns to give  him a coy smile before bounding over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat on the edge. James watches her go, barely capable of keeping his jaw from unhinging as his heart rattles in his chest.

“Nice room Potter.” She leans back on her hands. The bedding feels expensive, higher quality than the stuff at Hogwarts and certainly the ones she has back in her room in Cokeworth. She imagines James curled underneath it, lying awake before another day of messing around with Sirius or practicing quidditch out in the field which flanks the Potter Estate, maybe just maybe also thinking of her…

They watch each other for a moment, sizing up the scenario. The wind from the snowstorm rattles the window, serving as a gentle reminder that they aren’t suspended outside of reality. It has been months since they started snogging in secret, but it isn’t until this moment they have actually achieved true, comfortable solitude. 

It’s an understatement to say that James can feel the implications of her presence. His whole body is burdened by the fact— years of imagining her sitting exactly where she is now are catching up to him, mixing with all the other fantasies that include words such as Lily, bed, and alone. She watches him with a smirk as he fiddles with the ends of his hair, shifting his weight to hide the feeling of arousal taking over despite his best efforts. 

“Uh…let me find you something to sleep in–” he says, becoming red around the cheeks. He turns towards an ornate dresser against the side wall and rips open a drawer, sticking his hand in to fish through the fabric before closing it and repeating with another. 

“James…” Lily watches him from the bed, his shoulders tight, hands moving flustered as they search for some unknown item of clothing. Even from behind she can tell he is trying to regulate his breathing. 

“James,” she repeats, taking a small pause, “I wasn’t planning on needing anything to sleep in.” 

She feels her whole face flush. If implications were heavy before, all nuance is now thrown out into the storm. 

“Oh?” His hands tighten around the knobs. The wood groans underneath and he grips onto it as though it is the only thing holding him back from lunging at her. He turns around slowly, eyes burning with something feral and raw.

“Yeah.” 

Her thoughts scramble as he takes slow steps towards her and she knows she is too close already to drowning in him. The smell of his room, the feel of his bed, him looking at her with that stare and hands capable of completely unwinding her—she doesn’t want to give in. She was the one who planned this all out, not him. She can’t let him take over so easily. 

He stands in front of her and lets his fingers skim across the tops of her shoulders, eyes searching her face. She takes a breath, mustering months worth of desire into one single moment of bravery. She reaches for his belt. 

It isn’t something they haven’t done before, but it feels reckless out of the context of fumbling moments in broom closets. James lets out a strained breath, eyes fluttering closed with his fingers now pressing into her shoulders, willing her to not move from against him. 

“Is this ok?” 

He responds with a groan as her other hand slides over the bulge that appeared long before they had entered the room. She can feel how turned on he is already, and it occurs to her that this is the first time they have ever been able to fully explore each other with the patience and dedication they deserve. 

“More than ok—-eons better than ok.” His eyes are glassy and wide, watching her like someone in the midst of sleepwalking. 

“And you don’t think your parents will—”

“Evans.” James groans out, “Can we not talk about my parents at a time like this.” He makes a small choking sound when her hand adds more pressure. “They never come over to this part of the house anyways.”

It isn’t the most satisfying answer, but she is in no state to complain. Moving her fingers around him, she feels every hard line of his erection straining into the fabric. She stares up at him with wonder as his face changes with her movements, his heart visibility erratic. She has to admit, it feels powerful to be like this—to watch as his jaw drops open and breath goes ragged and deep just by her fingers on trousers alone. 

“I have to admit something to you,” she murmurs, her other hand still working on his belt, “I didn’t want to come to your house just for the assignment.”

He lets out a strangled laugh and tries to help her with his belt but she swats him away. 

“I figured when you lied to our parents about needing to stay over,” he mumbles, eyes fighting to stay open. “Though I’m very interested in what excuse you would have come up with if there hadn’t already been a storm coming–”

His breath hitches as she gets his belt and pants undone, hand now edging around the waistband of his underpants.

“That's the thing-” his skin feels scorching under her hand as it dips farther down, slowly crawling to the base of his erection, “I planned to come today, because of the storm.”

She wraps her palm around him and he hisses, body arching forward as she gives him a small tug. They have only done this a number of times, but he always reacts in the same way: like his soul is leaving his body for some greater plane of consciousness. 

“Didn’t realize you had it in you,” he groans out, hands finding her neck and thumbs rubbing circles there.

“What?”

“Mischief.”

She pumps up his length and he lets out a soft string of swear words. 

“What can I say, you’ve been a bad influence.”

She lets him go and he gasps in disappointment. Flashing a smile, she pushes herself farther up the bed until she reaches the headboard. He crawls after her, reaching her legs and pulling them apart at the knees, easily flipping up the skirt that has pooled down by her waist. Looking up at her through skewed glasses, he begins dotting kisses into her inner thigh, each one more lavish than the next. 

“So what did you plan to do Miss Evans? Seeing as this is all your orchestration?”

She doesn’t answer, instead melting under the heat of his mouth. He is relentless, giving open kisses up her thighs, letting his tongue slide over her skin as he goes. She isn’t used to being able to watch him do it—more attuned to the dark shadows of shifting bodies against boxes of cleaning supplies. Here, she can clearly watch every movement, finally putting a visual to the sensation.

“Sleep, I suppose.” She finally gasps out and he chuckles against her thigh, sending a shiver up her body.

“I think we’re past the point of sleeping, Evans.”

He’s moving painfully slow, but she tries to savor it. His mouth nipping and teasing as he gets closer to the apex of her legs. It’s the one thing she yearns for more than anything else they have already done: his mouth on her center. The first time he ever did it, he fell to his knees as though in prayer in an empty classroom and she thought she was going to explode from the feeling—his mouth, his tongue, his fingers moving in complete synchronicity against her. Ever since, she didn’t care if they had five minutes to spare or if Filch was just around the corner— she wanted him between her legs, making her whimper by the softness of his tongue. She wants it so much and so often that it worries her to think that she will feel just as insatiable about another part of his body when the time comes. 

“Is this ok?” He breathes into her inner thigh. Both of them can see the result of desire pooling between her legs and James stares shamelessly, wonder etched across his face. 

“Merlin— you are so wet…because of me?”  

“Don’t be arrogant.” Her voice turns into a moan as he bites down against the uppermost part of her thigh before licking over it to ease any pain. The newfound sight of her arousal awakens an urgency in him and his hands and mouth are moving more erratic against her, trying to take as much of her in as he possibly can.

“Lily, you have no idea. No idea how many nights I’ve thought of you in this bed.”

She can’t help but giggle at the teenage lust of it all. It’s not like she is any better—before they started hooking up she would wake up with her hand already between her legs, body covered in sweat as she broke from the dream of his mouth crawling its way around her chest. 

“Is it better or worse than you imagined?” She quips and his mouth stills. She looks down to catch his gaze burning up at her, a hand hovering dangerously close to her center.

“Don’t even joke Evans.” 

She plans to make another cheeky remark but it’s cut short by his mouth making contact with her knickers. He kisses her through the wet fabric, running his tongue into the grooves of her flesh that he already knows so well. Her back arches for him instinctively and he uses it as leverage to hold her body in a hovered state, fingers circling at the top of her ass. 

“Christ Potter.” She can feel him smile against her as he continues his ministrations, teeth pulling back the side of her knickers and slipping his tongue onto slick skin. The feel of his raw mouth makes her gasp and he lets out a small chuckle, pleased he is capable of making her react so viscerally. 

“You are so lovely, so lovely .” He’s breathing straight inside her and his air makes her body feel feverish. “I don’t know how I deserve you, but I will never never let you go if I can help it.”

A finger slides into her and it takes everything to not let her head fall completely back. She doesn’t want to look away—completely mesmerized by how his tongue works her clit while his fingers twist inside her. He adds another finger and she lets out a cry, happy that his parents are presumably on the other side of the house. 

“James, wait, I—” The feeling builds faster than she can fight it. With one last lick, she is sent over the edge, grasping onto his hair and her legs squeeze around him.

“Oh fuck—Lily—” his eyes are wide, watching as she shudders through the last of her climax. She pulls at his shoulders and he rises back up, wiping his mouth with his shirt. 

“That was incredible—Lily, you taste…I can’t even describe it—” He genuinely looks dumbstruck, sitting beside her. 

She watches him catch his breath, a hand caressing his leg slowly as he smiles back at her. It’s the place they usually stop: where one of both of them is sated by a mouth or a hand before they put their clothes back on and go their separate ways. But tonight, they have nowhere to run off to, no reason to leave things just short of full completion. 

“Lily—” He starts in, but she is already ahead of him. Sitting up, she pulls her jumper over her head and the rush of cold hits her bare breasts. Anything he was about to say gets stuck in his throat at the sight of her.

“Dear sweet Godric–” he breathes out, eyes jumping from one breast to the other.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen them plenty of times.”

“But I haven’t,” James gives her an incredulous stare, “Between my glasses and the near black of those bloody closets, I might as well be experiencing this for the first time.”

“Well—” Lily stammers, “Seeing as you just, you know, licked me out , my tits are hardly something to—”

James lunges at her, knocking her fully back on the bed. He slots himself between her legs and she can feel his arousal pressing through the fabric and into her waist. 

“Don’t you ever, ever undermine your body like that,” he growls out. A hand slides from her cheek, down her neck, to her clavicle, circling just under one of her breasts but not making contact. 

“Can I—”

“Touch them? Yes.” Lily cuts him off. She’s surprised he is even asking, seeing as he has done it hundreds of times before. 

“No—can I take off my clothes too?” 

Another wave of vulnerability enters the room. They have seen each other in various levels of undress, but never fully and never together .

“I don’t want to push anything—and I know we agreed that this is all just for a laugh, but I just—” He lets his voice get away from him, insecurity getting the best of his thoughts. 

“Is that what you think?” she says quietly, “That I came here, lied to your parents and mine…for a laugh?”

James makes a coughing sound, eyes darting around her face, waiting for an elaboration. 

“You’re right, I have worries about telling our mates for various reasons–” He opens his mouth to interrupt her, but she silences him with a hand on his mouth.

“-But that doesn’t mean that this isn’t real for me. That I don’t want you just as much as you want me.”

He looks down at her, feelings shifting on his face faster than she can read them. 

“Lily, I really fancy you,” he whispers, strained. “And if—if we do something, y’know more , I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back.”

She reaches her hands up to his cheeks and rests them there, fingers catching falling hair out of his face. 

“You say that like I don’t feel the same way,” her pulse quickens, “you say that like you don’t already know that I don’t want to go back.”

His eyes blaze raw and hopeful, and she feels the blood rush through her body, giving her the bravery she needs to move her hands back to his unbuttoned trousers and tug them down. His lips crash onto hers, and she can feel the hard line of his body pressing into her chest as he cups her face with one hand and helps ease his pants off with another. Just as quick, he removes his shirt, letting their bare chests slide together, his skin burning. 

“Lily, Lily, Lily.” He says her name like a lullaby, kissing down the column of her neck until he reaches one of her breasts. Taking her nipple into his mouth, she arches up as his tongue swirls around it, him somehow finding new ways for her to feel impossibly good. 

She can’t get enough of him, the feverish heat of his skin, the sturdy pulse of his body. She knows she is breathing yet it feels like there is not enough air for the two of them, the sound of the storm just adding to the fervent nature of their movements. He is as close to her as he has ever been, but she wants him closer still . 

Pulling off of her slightly, he dips a hand down to unbutton her skirt, pulling it and her knickers down with a tug. Now completely nude, he rises up to look at her, his eyes brimming with awe.

“You are so beautiful.” 

It’s something she’s seen people say in movies, but she can tell the words hold all the sincerity in the world. His eyes are wide, trying to commit every part of her to memory, hand lightly grazing her hip as he takes her in. Satisfied, he drops down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, a smile evident on his lips. 

“Lily, I meant it, he gasps out when he breaks for air, “What I said earlier—I don’t want anyone else. I never want to lose you.”

“I know,” she breathes against his lips, “good thing you aren’t losing me.”

He closes in for another kiss, his lips soft but urgent, tongue begging to twist with hers. Through the haze she senses some shuffling at their waists until she can feel the bare skin of his arousal pressing in against her, warm and throbbing.

“Wait, I want to see you too.”

She wiggles her way out from under him and he obliges, falling onto his back. It’s her turn to regard him—she thought she knew his body so well already but in the light it takes on a whole new meaning. He is muscular yet slim, something she always thought made him look so effortlessly fit in comparison to his bulking teammates, and she holds back a gasp when she finally sees his cock, hard and erect with the smallest bit of liquid crowning at the tip. 

“I did that?” She says, knowing how childish it sounds.

“Look who is arrogant now,” James teases, squeezing her thigh, “You’re killing me, Evans. C’mere.”

She puts a leg over his hips and settles down against him. His cock slides easily into her folds and both of them hum in approval, now realizing how much better it feels without the barrier of clothes. 

“Are you sure?” 

She doesn’t need to respond, instead rolling her hips forward until she can feel his tip lining up with her entrance. His head falls back, but his eyes refuse to leave hers, the question still hanging between them. 

“Let me lead,” she says, not waiting another second to slide herself onto him. 

A gasp escapes as her body stretches around him, learning to accommodate the new sensation. She stalls, rocking her hips slightly to let the smallest bit of him slide in and out of her, testing the waters before daring to continue further. He grabs onto her thighs, following her rhythm as she moves back and forth, eyes wild and adoring. Deep sighs leave his throat with each small movement, reassuring her to keep going. 

They continue like this until she has pushed him fully inside and their bottom halves connect. Her hips move more languorously now, waving up and down the length of him in steady movements. Her mouth hangs open, trying to take full breaths between the noises that keep pouring out of her mouth with every thrust. 

“James— Christ.”

He leans upwards and takes one of her breasts into his mouth, and she cries from the over stimulation of it all. It feels better than anything she could ever imagine—not even the added pleasures of all their cupboard trysts would equate to the sensation occurring at that moment. They are utterly complete, moving as one. 

James grabs hold of her torso and carefully flips them over without slipping out of her. Now with the upperhand, he is able to press deeper, hitting a ball of nerves tucked deep inside her that makes her stomach clench in ecstasy. 

When he is not moaning hot kisses into her breasts or neck, he is watching her—keeping a steady gaze on her face to make sure that she is enjoying every single moment as much as he is. Strings of words chant out of his mouth—some affirmations, some swears, some just her name over and over until it sounds like a foreign language. 

“Lily, I won’t last much longer, I want you to come for me.”

It’s instinctual. She reaches one hand between her legs to rub the tip of her clit while the other cups the curve of her breast, jutting it outwards as an offering to his mouth. His eyes grow impossibly wider, ducking down to take her tit between his teeth. 

Her second climax is more violent than the first. She can feel herself squeezing around him, her whole body seizing up until it feels like a rubber band in mid snap. He holds her against him, mouth breathing onto her chest as he continues his rhythm through her release. 

“So beautiful, so good, Godric Lily, I can feel it.”

It sends him over the edge. His hips snap forward, now erratic and urgent. Slick with the sweat of her climax, she grabs both of his cheeks and forces him to look at her. His eyes drowning in desire and anticipation. 

“Come for me James—you can come inside me, it's ok.”

“Lily—” He looks unsure, but he’s losing time. She can feel his body quivering over her. 

“I took the potion, I want you to come inside me. Please James.”

“ Lily—-ah.” She feels his release instantaneously. She remarks that it’s weirdly warm and comforting despite it being such a carnal act. 

With a sigh, he collapses on her, hands dancing across her collar bone as he catches his breath into her shoulder. 

“Incredible. You’re just—” he doesn’t finish his thought, opting to press his lips gently into her neck. 

She wraps her arms around him. He’s sweaty and heaving and hers. She had never felt like that about him before even in their most intimate moments, but now it is solidified, maybe not in words but in action. 

Snow makes pattering noises against the windowpane, the wind too slow to dust it off before another blanket appears. They lay in each other’s arms, feeling their heart beats go from wild to steady, hands lazily tracing the other’s skin until they halt into calm. 

“Are you sleeping now?” He whispers into the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzling into her skin. 

“Not yet,” she smiles, a laugh already bubbling up, “Why? You keen on working on that Charms assignment?”

James laughs and the sound cuts through the night air. 

“Not quite.” He raises himself to hover back over her, mouth skimming hers. 

“But I am keen on working on something else.” 

~  ~  ~ 

She awakes exactly how she fell asleep, tangled up in him. At some point in the night he had pulled the blankets over them, and their bodies radiated heat. Her face is pushed into his chest, and one leg is hitched up against his thigh, his fingers contracting in sleep against her ass. 

He must have taken off his glasses at some point in the night, because when she looks up at him, his eyes are unobscured. He has eyelashes much longer than she imagined and his hair falls in unruly tangles around his face. A warmth rises in her chest as she watches his mouth hang slightly open and a moan drift out. 

She doesn’t want it to end. They might be melded together now, but their time is coming to a close—soon she will have to go back to Cokeworth, Sirius will return from his uncle’s, and he will stay in this room with only the memory to keep him company.

They need to talk about what will happen when they return back to Hogwarts, but she lets the thought drift away as he stirs. Blinking his eyes open to look down at her, a lazy, irresistible smile pulls at his lips. 

“Morning.” 

“Morning,” she echoes, giggling at the absurdity of it all. “How did you sleep?”

He leans in and gives a kiss to her forehead, his arm tightening to keep her leg from unwinding around him. 

“Brilliant because you are here…but terribly because every time I woke up I was randy for you all over again.”

She knows he isn’t lying, she can feel the proof of it pressing into her pelvis. 

“Poor you,” she teases. “Sounds like you should do something about it.” She gives him a smile and his face goes alight with happiness. He rolls them over so he is back over her, their lips pressing together with already panting kisses. 

“JAMES DARLING! BREAKFAST IS READY!”

He doesn’t stall, his hand already teasing at her breast and Lily gasping into his mouth. 

“JAMES! YOU AND LILY CAN’T ROLL AROUND ALL DAY— BESIDES I’VE MADE THE POTTER SPECIAL...”

James' eyes rip open and they share a mutual look of embarrassment and horror. Lily can feel her whole body turning red, burrowing her face into his chest. 

“Er—Thanks Dad.” James calls out, voice cracking a little. He looks down at her and lightly brushes some knotted hair out of her eyes. 

“The Potter Special?”

“You’re going to love it,” he pulls her chin up and gives her a soft kiss on the mouth, eyes still dreamy. 

“Before we face death by utter embarrassment at the hands of my parents, can we—”

She threads her hands in his hair, an act now as familiar as blinking.

“I’m not going anywhere, Potter.”

His face nearly breaks in two from a grin and he swoops down to catch her in a fierce, desperate kiss. Around them the room spins, and everything beyond the bed starts to melt away again.  

“Fuck it—I’m not hungry,” he gasps when they part to catch their breaths. Lily's laugh transforms into a moan, feeling his body already lining up against hers. 

“Me either,” she sighs. He presses into her she tugs him closer, savoring him for as long as possible.

 “It can wait.”

[poetryandbloods-blog]

I have seen you reblog and like some of my HP posts so I wanted to say Hi!

And I have a question for you. I know you love Drastoria so I wanted to ask what you love about it? I never read CC so I don't know Astoria well but the little I do know, I am not very impressed. I just have a lot of small hangups about Drastoria.

What initially drew you to it? Why do you think she is a good match for Draco? How do you feel about Astoria dying off? Are there things you dislike about the ship?

Hi, I really like your Tumblr!

First of all, I have to say that I don't like CC and I don't consider it canon, because it wasn't written by J.K.R., and also mainly because most of the characters are completely different from the personalities in the original books, including the Epilogue, so blatantly that not even age can be an excuse (I always wonder how much money they offered her to sign on for that atrocious story).

That said, I do like some of the characters there, particularly *Delphini*, Draco, Scorpius, and Astoria.When J.K.R. described who Draco married (a pureblood witch who rejects her upbringing and raises her son in a much more tolerant way, I fell in love with Astoria). And Scorpius is a captivating character who demonstrates a loving upbringing.

Astoria permeates CC like Lily should have permeated the books (but unfortunately she only appears at the end). The two seem like a functioning, adult couple who love each other and have overcome many obstacles (like Draco's questionable upbringing) to be together.

If you like Dramione or have read any of his fanfics, you will notice that they always follow this pattern (the girl who makes the former villain realize that his upbringing was not ideal).

Astoria was clearly not fragile if she stood up to her in-laws and didn't let her pureblood ideas contaminate her son.I think Dramione is more popular than Drastoria simply because we don't know about her in the books, Hermione is an important character in the story and the muggleborn/pureblood thing has more appeal than two purebloods together (I'm not knocking this couple, because there are great stories about both of them and Draco's development is often wonderful to read, I just want to point out that according to J.K.R., this development existed and we can prove it in CC).

I hate the blood curse thing and that she died, to me it was a form of punishment for Draco where a supposed villain can't really have a happy ending, and it's something I personally tend to ignore.Another point is that to me their relationship feels mature and healthy, in a way that the other couples in the books never did. I've said a few times that I hate Ginny/Harry (Ginny in book 6 is a walking Mary Sue) and Ron/Hermione seem like a hot couple that would break up after two months of dating.

But I'm going to give them a break here because when it comes to romance J.K.R. is not a good writer and her most believable couples are the ones we don't follow as much (Fleur/Bill and Tonks/Lupin, I'm thinking of you).

We don't have 7 books to learn about her, just a script for a play that reads like a really bad fanfic, but over the years I've created my own idea of ​​who she is and how this couple works, so much so that I've become very attached to both of them. @blvnk-art makes incredible drawings of the two of them (which I love to follow) which only made me like them even more.

They, along with Fleur/Bill and Lucius/Narcissa, are the only couples I have no criticism of in the books, as they seem very consistent together.

**I actually need to make an addendum here, I like the idea of ​​Delphini, but not the execution of the story or her personality, there was a huge potential to make her a parallel to her own father (orphan, unaware of his origins), but with a choice for the good, proving that blood is not always more important, but this was clearly wasted, or of course it could not be done, as it could affect the epilogue of the original books (but now I digress, as this has no point with the original question).**

[tiffanytoms]

Tiff’s Jily Fics

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Wickedly Twisted

Rating: E Summary: Dark Lily AU. When James Potter finds Lily Evans — known Death Eater — left for dead, she claims she’s a changed woman. Is she telling the truth? And more importantly, will he let her break his heart just like she did at Hogwarts? (No. And yes, oh hell yes.)

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Right Reasons

Rating: E Summary: AU. Thanks to a horrible sister and a tabloid scandal, schoolteacher Lily Evans and international football ⚽️ sensation James Potter both end up in a crazy situation that neither of them ever could have imagined: being filmed for The Bachelorette. Let’s see how long it takes Lily to realize that James is her perfect match, shall we?

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Baby Bird

Rating: E Summary: Lily Evans never thought she'd be in this position. She was better than this — she knew better than this. It really shouldn't be that hard to not lust after her bodyguard. But... were bodyguards usually this hot? Bodyguard! Jily AU

Enemy Within

Rating: E(EEE!) Summary: Dark James AU. This shouldn't keep happening. She was a Mudblood. He was a Death Eater. So how did Lily Evans and James Potter keep ending up shagging each other in the deserted nooks and corridors of Hogwarts? Dark!James and Spy!Lily. Turns very smutty

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What Are You Doing To Me?

Rating: E Summary: After class jerk James Potter crushes her, a depressed Lily Evans vows never to let him back into her heart — even though she's letting him under her skirt. But can she stop herself from taking it too far when she realizes he's actually in love with her? Lily & Bad Boy!James. Turns smutty

✨ Playlist ✨ Gifs ✨ Face Claims ✨ Blvnk Inspo ✨ Anxiouspineapples Inspo ✨ Viria Inspo 1 ✨ & 2

Whatever You Say, Professor

Rating: E Summary: AU. In her final year at Hogwarts, Lily Evans has a new professor. The only problem is, former classmate Professor Potter is the only man she's ever had a crush on. Can they be good and stay away from each other? Or does destiny (and their pesky little shared dreams) have other plans for them? Teacher!James and Student!Lily. Turns smutty

Viria Inspo

One Shots

Chicks Dig Scars

Rating: T Summary: AU. Overworked Healer Lily Evans gets a new patient in the ER one day… and he's extremely flirty and far too attractive for his own good. Doctor!Lily and Patient!James 👩‍⚕️

Viria Inspo

World Cup

Rating: E Summary: James Potter is an international football ⚽️ sensation. But tonight? His only goal is to get you there.

Magic James

On FF

Rating: T Summary: Lily didn’t even want to go to this ridiculous hen party… but maybe it isn’t so bad when she realizes the Magic Mike stripper is none other than her school crush 🥵

[breaniebree]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

Hi, @tomjamesavery

Um…. I’m terrible at this.

1) I’m an okay writer

2) Reading is my superpower.

3) I used to hate my red hair but now that I’m older I appreciate it and it’s vibrancy and constant compliments from people who tell me how they wish they could get my hair colour.

4) Um… I’m a great listener and easy to talk to and

5) I have great friends?

@celtics534 @pottermum @velvethopewrites @tiffanytoms @blvnk-art @deadwoodpecker @ellieoryan7447 @stellalemon @guitarcin37 @emergencybitch

[chdarling]

Through reading TLE I’ve become really invested in James and Lily’s story.. then the other day on Tumblr I saw these beautiful pictures from @blvnk-art where James tells Lily to run while he holds Voldemort off… and it really brought back the realisation that the James and Lily I love are doomed. 💔😭

So I was wondering how far you’re planning to go (I understand if you can’t answer for spoiler reasons) and how you feel about potentially having to kill off these characters you’ve spent so much time with?

(Sorry to be so bleak)

It’s cool I’m in a bleak mood

First of all, obligatory shout about how much I love blvnk and her jily art. So so good.

I’m not going to say exactly where I plan to end the series, but I will say that there’s a reason I have both a canon and AU ending planned haha. I definitely get emotional when thinking about writing their deaths (actually, I’ve already written the big ones), but I also really love the tragedy of the canon story and how that informs the narrative the whole way through. Kind of the way I love listening to Hadestown over and over again…what’s the quote from that song?

Cause here’s the thing To know how it ends And still begin to sing again As if it might turn out this time… I learned that from a friend of mine

I’m a sucker for a good tragedy, and I love that with the marauders we all know how the story ends, we’re here for the characters and the journey. That’s so lovely.

That said, I definitely rely on my AU ending sometimes when I get too sad haha. Oddly enough, the deaths aren’t the part that devastate me. It’s what comes after. I genuinely can’t think about Sirius in Azkaban or Remus during the lost years for long without absolutely losing it lol.

[takeariskao3]

Your recent ask made me curious, how do you picture adult Harry? Especially in already gone? Personally I always picture Harry scruffy and with longer hair ever since i discovered blvnk’s art years ago

i have a really clear picture in my head of his facial expressions, his mannerisms, and his general appearance but i haven’t ever found a true likeness. a few of blvnk’s definitely have ~*the vibe*~

these are my two favorites 😍

…but i also have come to the conclusion that what really makes a reader connect with a character is leaving most of it up to their imagination, which means keeping the really detailed physical descriptions to myself and only giving harry a few concrete characteristics that they can build from.. i usually go with the hair, the eyes, and some sort of fleeting or lopsided smile. and in ginny’s pov i always make sure to say she is looking up at him because their height difference is wildly important to me 😆

thanks for the question!

[crabcurry93]

Auror Harry James Potter. I tried AI for the first time today just for fun, I can say I prefer the drawings of actual artists and illustrators, especially @blvnk-art over AI anyway.

[ashesandhackles]

Love your blog! What would you say is your favorite Sirius + Harry moment together in the whole series? And what moment would you add in the books if you could? Personally I like imagining Sirius playing piano for Harry and saying he did when Harry was a baby too, partly inspired by one of blvnk-art's posts :D I also like to think that Sirius was a little suspicious of what Harry's Uncle and Aunt really were like and talked about to Lupin (who unfortunately brushed his concerns off a bit as overprotectiveness)

I have to pick my favourite moment? T_T there are already so little of them. But I think Sirius growling at Fudge at the end of Goblet of Fire, and Harry feeling comfortable enough to ask Sirius to stay when Dumbledore asks him to reform the Order. This moment may change if you ask me next week though.

I agree with you - I am pretty sure Sirius suspected something was off, given that Harry jumps at the chance to live with him, and also makes joking references that Sirius would catch onto (like Harry joking about the fact that he has used him as a threat to get Dursleys to behave - "I'm okay, mostly because they are afraid you would turn up and turn them all into dingbats if I asked you to'). I also do think Remus suspected from the way he reacts to Harry's "Do I have to?" but I think Remus wouldn't go against Dumbledore's judgement. That may cause some arguments between him and Sirius.

If i could add to the books? More Hogsmeade visits when Sirius was living in a cave? Tiny hikes up that mountain xD i love what you envision as well.

[jilyawards]

Favorite Art Nominations Part 1 of 2

Untitled art by @abihastastybeans

Untitled art by @alxarasm

a day off for head boy and girl by @anzukero

He doesn't know that she's really close to saying yes. by @aurithemoon

Untitled art by @beckythebee

over the moon by @blvnk-art

First kiss. by @blvnk-art

Untitled art by @blvnk-art

Vulnerable by @blvnk-art

Morning routine! by @blvnk-art

family by @blvnk-art

We're small but love is big enough by @butterflysclaws

Halloween Jily by @constancezin

James Potter Appreciation Post by @constancezin

Untitled art by @constancezin

Untitled art by @constancezin

Bollywood jily! by @constancezin

Untitled art by @constancezin

minuscule happy moment by @constancezin

World Jily Day by elvendorkbyb

James and Lily 🌙 by @gwynvys

September 1st 🍂 by @gwynvys

[mayhemthemamp]

I literally got a pixie cut so I could cosplay THIS version of Ginny. My hair has not grown out past my shoulders since.

I haven't drawn them like this since 2017.

[yallthemwitches]

Coming here to say that Chapter 17 of Catch the Wind is almost done! Sorry for the delay to everyone who has been waiting for it, I've just been busy working on Jilytober/Kinktober.

Also, I'll try to finish the 3rd and final part of Seat with the Clearest View as soon as I can--I don't know how this all got piled up but I didn't forget!

Until then enjoy this art by @blvnk-art whose jily is always *chef kiss*

[uncertainwallflower]

Oh and 9 & 12 🙌

Oh hey again!

9. What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Hmmmmm...I've always been heavy handed when it comes to descriptive language/imagery; I guess I like to think I'm 'naturally talented' at that sort of stuff. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

12. Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

My current story being: Between the Desire and the Spasm. OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, so the greatest inspiration is actually a handful of true personal events. However, the story branches off into an alternate reality. I suppose it's like a What If of my life (plus magic lol). A little. It's very therapeutic, I'll say that. Other inspirations are The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot (of course, the title is a line in the poem). Read it. It's amazing. And then Standing in the Mirror by Eutony which was one of the first fanfictions I ever read and has stuck with me all these years. It is similar in the way of lost/missed love in high school, loss of communication and then reconnecting years later and reigniting (as if it ever burnt out, puh-lease) the love. And I cannot NOT mention the series holiday love affairs and other nonsense by @theesteemedladydebourgh which 1. again, similar premise, 2. I very strongly relate to, 3. got me thinking about lost love and potential lives (which ultimately lead to BTDATS), and 4. has the BIGGEST chokehold on me. Seriously, I guzzle every new chapter like it gives life (I believe it does). If you're not already reading that series DROP EVERYTHING AND READ IT. It hits different. Also, @theesteemedladydebourgh's smut writing is top-notch. It's massively inspiring. ALSO ALL OF @blvnk-art's JILY. LIKE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PERFECT.

More Writer Asks

[wearingaberetinparis]

So I had this dream where I saw Jily! It's the first time this has happened tbh. Jily faces were like the ones in blvnk's art.

I re-read the latest chapter of RAKWME before sleeping last night, cuz you know, why not? I dreamt about our little Jily family where Lily is telling James - with Harry balanced on her hip - that she doesn't feel beautiful anymore, and James just says,

"Well you know what Harry says, Evans?"

Lily just looks at him and then Harry and asks, "What?"

And out of nowhere James just starts singing 'What makes you beautiful' by One direction.

Lily giggles and says, "Oh, so the other Harry huh?"

James doesn't stop singing and just pulls Lily - and hence Harry - into a random dance in their kitchen. Harry is laughing uncontrollably.

That was when my mum woke me up saying I was giggling in my sleep.😑

@wonderfullyweirdd, oh my goodness! I love this so much! I wish I had shared this dream with you, because it sounds absolutely beautiful and like such a great heartwarming moment. I'm sure once I post this ask people are going to start requesting I include it in RAKWME.

[sliebman10]

I posted 1,098 times in 2022

That's 1,098 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (30%)

772 posts reblogged (70%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@squintclover

@msalexwp

@krethes

@tracingpatternswrites

@blvnk-art

I tagged 914 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#wolfstar - 636 posts

#sirius black - 628 posts

#remus lupin - 608 posts

#wolfstar microfic - 436 posts

#harry potter - 101 posts

#wolfstar raising harry - 53 posts

#james potter - 51 posts

#wolfstarmicrofic - 43 posts

#good godfather sirius black - 35 posts

#lily evans - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#can read smut with a straight face but cute shit like this makes me melt

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Faithless

"Moony, what is this nonsense?” Sirius asked, as he flipped through a book on Remus’s shelf.

“I’m going to need you to be more specific.” Remus said, not looking up from his Charms homework.

“O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?” Sirius read, haltingly, from the book.

“Oh…you picked up my Complete Works of Shakespeare?”

“Why do you even have this Muggle gibberish?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Purebloods. I swear. Shakespeare is only one of the most famous authors…like ever.”

“Well…I don’t know what he’s trying to say.”

Remus took the book from him and moved closer to Sirius. “But soft, what light from yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Sirius is the sun.” Sirius watched him closely but didn’t interrupt. “Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, already sick and pale with grief.”

Sirius bit his lip. “I don’t know how you make that sound hot, Moonshine,” he whispered, huskily.

“Magic,” Remus said, kissing him.

@wolfstarmicrofic

310 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#4

Cheap Shot

Sirius came back to the dorm later that night, still in his Quidditch robes. Remus was writing an essay and he looked up when Sirius came in.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” Sirius said, flopping down on Remus’s bed, wiggling his way into his lap.

“You really are a needy puppy.” Remus said, pretending to be annoyed, but not really succeeding.

“I’m a hurt puppy. It was a cheap shot. I know Rosier hit me with that bludger on purpose.”

Remus nodded, running his fingers through Sirius’s hair. He’d been yelling in the stands, along with everyone else when Evan Rosier had hit a bludger directly at Sirius, in close range during the match. James had tried to get their goal disallowed, but Hooch wouldn’t hear of it.

“Did Madam Pomfrey fix it?”

“Yeah. I have a bruise on my shoulder, though.” Sirius said. “It wouldn’t have been as bad if …I don’t fucking know.”

“It’s ok, Pads.” Remus said, with a mischievous grin. “Besides. I might have bewitched Rosier’s Quidditch robes to scream when he tries to take them off.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

334 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#3

Match

"Sometimes I don't know why you like me." Remus said quietly into the darkness.

"Then you're an idiot." Sirius said into his neck.

The curtains around Sirius's bed were drawn and the others were asleep.

It was so late.

"Why am I an idiot?" Remus asked, sleepily.

"I like you because you're you. Because we match." Sirius said.

"We do?" Remus said. "I know what I look like, Pads."

"It's not about how you look, Moony…you know I think you're hot. It's about…you understand me in a way the others don't." Sirius could feel Remus's hand in his hair. He leaned into the touch.

"We match." Remus murmured to himself as he fell asleep with Sirius in his arms.

@wolfstarmicrofic

342 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

Curl

Harry hands him the tiny bundle and even though it’s been so many years since he held a baby, Sirius instinctively knows what to do. A long neglected muscle memory comes back as he cradles the little one into his chest. Remus sits on his other side, with his hand on his back.

He’s emotional, but he can do this.

He can be here for Harry.

“Sirius, Remus…meet James.” Harry says. Sirius tilts James toward Remus so he can see him too. James regards them skeptically with his wide, innocent eyes. Their tiny grandson who bears the name of their lost brother.

“Hi James.” Sirius murmurs, and the baby curls his hand around Sirius’s finger and holds on with surprising strength.

@wolfstarmicrofic

365 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Positive

Sirius heard it in Potions.

 “He’s a werewolf.”  Snape. Of course.

“Are you positive? Dumbledore wouldn’t let someone like that in here,” Mulciber said.

“Well, I don’t have proof. But look…he’s not here, and it’s the day after a full moon.” Snape said back.

Sirius pulled out his wand, but James grabbed his arm. “Don’t, Pads.”

“Those two need to mind their own business.” Sirius muttered. 

“They do, but don’t give him away, ok?”

“I wouldn’t -” James gave him a flat look. “Ok, ok. I won’t.”

After Potions, Sirius made his way to the Hospital Wing. Remus was asleep in the last bed. Madam Pomfrey nodded at him. She’d long since accepted that Sirius would be a fixture in the Hospital Wing after full moons as well. 

Sirius passed his hand over Remus’s forehead. He was cool enough that Sirius slid into bed next to him and curled around him. Remus moved with him and settled against Sirius. He ran his hand through Remus’s coarse curls and brushed the top of his head with his lips. He would never knowingly give Remus’s secret away. Those idiots could speculate all they wanted.

@wolfstarmicrofic

391 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

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[eastwindmlk]

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

(also you're amazing and I appreciate you ❤️)

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Don't listen to anything I say. I am a mess.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Oh now I have to pick a character I hate. Not that I have none, I have a few. Let's go with Severus Snape, because that is probably he easiest one:

He is determined.

He is a very talented potioneer.

Billowing cloaks are a vibe.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

ONE?!? i have no idea! Bianca @blvnk-art will always be the first person I think about HP fanart. I honestly cannot remember a time that I did not see her art. There is something so natural and lifelike about the way the characters are captured. Something so emotive about them. The expressions, the lines, the way things look so effortless when they are not.

Just pick anything especially the older Jily suff!

Thank you for being lovely!

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