#crazy lily evans

[butch-marauders]

This song is so Pandalily

‘I just killed a man, she’s my alibi’

Sure those two angel like women wouldn’t hurt a fly, right?

[aoarcturus]

Miss Lily Evans the ICON :))

(also omg look at me finally posting again!!!)

[sneverussape]

lily’s home. it was her first sunday back.

[lennengrad]

at this point whatever relationship i have with the marauders is past parasocial. it’s delusional. maladaptive even.

[solarisburns]

Have you ever considered that Mary had been Harry's godmother? That even at eighteen she had seen that this war was a death sentence and wanted nothing to do with it. That perhaps the first call Lily made when she found out she was pregnant was to the one person she knew could protect her son and raise him in peace? And of course Mary would have agreed, Lily was her best friend. They all hoped that it would never be needed. But then came the day it was, everything had fallen apart and with tears in her eyes she went to Dumbledore and asked where the fuck her kid was, because that what Harry was now her fucking kid. He told her no, that Harry had needed to go to Petunia who Mary had only heard terrible things about. Of course she would have protested but had no defense when told that was the only way to ensure his safety and the chance at a normal life. Have you ever considered that reason Mary obliviated herself was out of guilt? That after everything all her remaining friends were dead or as good as and she couldn't protect their son?

[number1abbasupporter]

James and Remus bonding bc they’re both dating one of the black brothers

Barty and Lily bonding bc they’re both dating one of the rosier twins

[foursaints]

6’2 black turtleneck figure skated barty save meeeeeeee

no because he's doing something to me too... and what a way of channeling all that ruthlessness / precision / two-faced quality he has in canon.

he skates like he's trying to kill himself but there is also a staggering amount of control! his face is on the back of those sponsored athlete kellogg's cereal boxes! he's pierced his tongue & his hip bones but nowhere visible, and his tattoos are down one arm and the left side of his back because those areas are covered up by his costumes...

crucially i think barty is still as much of a dirtbag, it's just that he appears to become an entirely different person on ice. this barty is just a touch more openly type A but so insufferably smug at all times because he KNOWS he's good... it's the incongruence between the Serious Athlete and the smug piece-of-shit in a ratty thrasher hoodie who's severely hungover at practice. he's sipping a red monster energy and compression-wrapping his ankles. this au is going to kill me i think?? barty & regulus as professional figure skaters who grew up together is genuinely insane

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 23 - prompt 23: Rescue [word count 798]

Sirius had learned to recognise every single sound around him. He could hear the legions of rats plaguing Azkaban scurrying in the walls. They hadn’t come into his cell after the first night he had spent there, when the first rat to poke its head in the newcomer’s cell had ended up crushed in Padfoot’s jaw, paying for another rat. He could hear every sound traveling down the corridor. He could tell how many Dementors were by his cell by the swish of their coats alone. Sometimes a hysterical laughter echoed from who knew exactly where up to his cell. The first time he had heard it, Sirius had had to lean on the wall and had immediately transformed into Padfoot again, curling up in the corner opposite the door. Now when he heard it it barely fazed him.

“Hello there, Bella. Still alive then,” he would murmur before resuming what he was doing which was usually trying to stare out of the small grated window above his cot.

Other sounds traveled to his cell, mainly screams or begging, and other times a voice talking. Sirius had taken quite some time to recognise the voice, despite having heard it often in the corridors at Hogwarts years before. Crouch Jr. The only person left for him to blame for Regulus’s death since Orion and Walburga had apparently died from the utter shock of having no heirs left after October 31st. And now he was stuck in a place where the other’s voice would drift through the door, sometimes arguing loudly, sometimes possibly reciting whole pages of books Sirius remembered having studied himself, sometimes laughing almost as hysterically as Bellatrix, sometimes repeating the same word over and over like the night before when Sirius hadn’t been able to sleep because the whole prison seemed to be filled with one word.

“Rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose.”

Come dawn, Sirius hadn’t been able to know if he wanted to ask Crouch when he had become so interested in botanic or just strangle him.

So it was natural for him to hear an unusual sound as soon as it echoed somewhere. Footsteps. The Dementors only glided, and no one was ever allowed to visit Azkaban. It was a double sound, as if two people were walking in the corridors, their steps different. Sirius was about to move to the door to better listen when the footsteps stopped somewhere. A couple of seconds later, his door blew up in a flash of bright green light and smoke. Sirius coughed and tried to better look at the shape coming through the smoke. He blinked, feeling his heart skip a beat, then he was crushed by two arms.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my love,” Remus’s voice whispered in his ear.

“Moony,” Sirius looked up at his boyfriend’s face. “I thought… I mean, they must have told you…”

“They packed you up without even a trial and sent Harry away somewhere just as fast. It was all too easy, I knew something was missing even if I don’t know what.”

“I swapped with Peter. He was Secret Keeper instead of me.”

As he watched the colour drain from Remus’s face, Sirius realised he had never been able to say that sentence out loud. Remus swallowed.

“Alright,” he managed to say. “We’ll deal with this as soon as we’re back on land.”

“How did you get in here?”

“I had help,” Remus motioned to the door.

The green smoke had almost cleared by now, and on the threshold stood a pretty blonde woman, her hands calmly crossed on her very pregnant belly.

“Pandora Lovegood,” she smiled at him. “You might remember me as Pandora Rosier back in school.”

Sirius just nodded. The Rosier twins, other people who had constantly been around Regulus. He remembered the Order meeting when Alastor Moody had proudly announced Evan Rosier had been killed in a run-in with the Aurors.

“She’s got a knack for explosives,” Remus said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, running around Azkaban with the sister of a Death Eater. “The smoke stuns the Dementors as well.”

“But not forever,” Pandora said. “Come on, I have another cell door to blow up before we can go, and I don’t want to be too long, my husband worries easily.”

“Which door?” Sirius asked as he followed Remus in the corridor, strewn with motionless Dementors.

“Barty Crouch Jr,” Remus said. “I had to agree to it to rescue you.”

“Crouch?” Sirius repeated. “But he’s been condemned to life here!”

“As were you,” Pandora smiled. “Besides, there’s something him and me have to tell you about your brother.”

“Regulus?” Sirius breathed.

“Come on,” Pandora started down the corridor. “We have an awful lot to do.”

[labyrinthhofmymind]

just remembering i have a unpublished 200k word marauders fic that i wrote in a manic daze over a couple of months that’s just sitting on a google doc….

[butch-marauders]

Lily

This kinda is for a specific fic it’s called The Great Escape: An Automotive Odyssey Of Candid Misadventures, Romantic Indiscretions, And Violent Transgressions by invisiblemuseum and sequinhaze

I fucking love how Lily and Pandora are written in this fic especially how Lily hides her knifes in her bra

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

The Marauders, etc.

made in canva. i didnt draw this lol.

idk what to do with this, so, here. enjoy

OC

and another OC

i'll not elaborate maybe i'll elaborate. one day

[z0mbie2b0y]

If you can hear us Possessive James & Lily x Severus, please save me possessive James & Lily x Severus (I'm going crazy I need fics.)

[yallthemwitches]

The Prize

Written for Day 17/18 of Kinktober: Jealousy and Quidditch Win, Its basically smut, because that's the reason for the season. ;)

Was kinda bummed that there hasn't been a whole lot of Jily Kinktober content then remembered I was also way behind on working on it. Cranked this one out as a lil' moral boost to keep at it.

AO3 Link to my Jily Kinktobers

“Fancy a dance, Evans?”

Lily looks up from her drink to find Sawyer Dawson, Ravenclaw seeker, leaning his whole body against the back end of the couch, firewhiskey sloshing in his glass. Behind him, a crowd of tipsy students sway to the music, the Ravenclaw common room cleared for the quidditch after party. The song is a sultry disco beat that begs for close quarters and everyone on the dance floor is abiding to the groove, grinding and pulsing in ways that would make anyone sober and in the light of day blush.

“Er–I actually just sat down with Marlene—maybe later?” 

She nods over to Marlene who stares back at her in an expression of disbelief that edges into frustration. She ignores it. 

“Oh, yeah ok, brillant.” She watches as Sawyer’s eyes dip from her face all the way down her body, as though he is taking a mental scan. “I’ll check back in a bit. I’d really fancy some time with you this evening.”

She smiles in response because that seems like the polite thing to do and he disappears into the crowd. Joining a group of male quidditch players, Sawyer starts boasting about his potential dance, making many of the boys turn and look over with raised eyebrows. Embedded in the group, James’ eyes pierce through the crowd, watching her as he listens intently to Sawyer’s recount. 

“Uh, What the fuck?”

She feels a hand on her and Marlene yanks her away from James’ stare. Twisting her body so that both shoulders are being grasped in exasperation. 

“Sawyer Dawson, bloody Sawyer DAWSON, just asked you to essentially dry hump him on the dancefloor and you said no?--- are you completely nutter?”

Lily shrugs off her friend, taking a swig from her bottle. 

“Dunno–wasn’t feeling up for it. “

“Lily—I mean honestly.” 

“What? I didn’t turn him down.”

Marlene scoffs, eyes drifting over to the group of quidditch players who are now jeering and laughing amongst themselves. 

“I mean, have you heard what Lilas said about him when she had her go? Said it was downright filthy . Like, he has stamina for days. I can’t believe you just turned that down...”

“Again I didn’t turn him down.” Lily sighs.

“Yeah, sure—because we all know what “maybe” means from you.”

It means no and both Marlene and Lily know that. She looks back over at the boys and sees Sawyer now talking loud with one of his teammates, clearly getting tipsier by the second, high off his win earlier on the pitch. Her eyes scan the rest of the boy’s faces, all varying shades of height, weight, hair color, but missing one particular combination. 

“Alright Evans?”

Her head whips around. James stands behind the sofa, hand already tugging at the roots of his hair, his jaw tight. 

“Aren’t you in enemy territory Potter?” He forces a smile, but something rumbles under the surface of his features.

“Could say the same for yourself,” his eyes shift around. His shoulders seem more tense than usual, like he’s bracing for something. “Hey, could I have a word?”

Marlene gives a warning glance at Lily who moves to stand up. In other times it would be absolutely insane for her to go with him, but they had a rapport now. She knew she would probably still get grilled by Marlene the second she returned, but James waits patiently as she finishes her drink and begins to walk towards the exit. 

Out in the hall, his steps quicken and Lily struggles to keep up. Turning around one corner, 

he walks up to a tapestry depicting a rushing waterfall and swishes his hand over it like he would through a running tap. The fabric gleams and trickles apart, thread by thread, until they can pass through to a small cave-like alcove, the tapestry becoming whole again behind them. 

She lights her wand and sets it on a precarious curve of the cave and shadows dance around the walls as she watches James turn to face her, hands contracting at his sides.

“So, you and Sawyer?”

She hadn’t been imagining it before, he was tense. He looks at her with dark eyes, similar to the ones he gave back at the party.

“He asked me to dance and I told him maybe—”

“That’s not what he told me.”

She lifts an eyebrow, stepping towards him. The light of her wand tracing hard lines into his face. 

“He told me it was a sure thing. That he would place money on shagging you tonight.”

A claw of anger sears her throat. It must have been what the boys had been laughing about in the corner, why James had been staring at her so intently. A part of her wants to lash out, but she knows there are better uses of this energy with him all alone like this. 

“So what? He’s a tosser, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.”

She’s winding him up and she knows it, but there is something about watching him pout and fume that makes her feel unstoppable. It is a great power to be able to knock golden boy, quidditch captain James Potter off balance. She has to make her jabs when she can. 

“Evans–” he warns. Taking a step even closer. Standing so close, she tilts her head up to keep eye contact, her expression smug and cool despite her heart rate accelerating. 

“I mean why not,” she murmurs out, taunting him, “From what I hear he’s a great shag. I’ve heard first hand that he’s filthy.”

“And that’s what you want? Filthy?” He leans his face down, breath against her face.

It takes everything she can not to crack and fall to pieces right there, to fall to her knees and beg, but she needs this—needs to be the one with the upper hand for once.

“Why? You offering?”

She knows it’s the bait he can’t refuse. They tip their faces together at the same time, mouths open and melding together. They coil together, hands pulling at clothing, removing any and all barriers as fast as humanly possible. Tongues twist together, trying to drink the other down until there is nothing left to take. 

“Lily–” he whines into her mouth. She is on her tiptoes, threading one hand into his hair while the other is already pulling at his belt. He walks them backwards until her back hits the hard stone of the cave and he rucks up her thigh so that the bulge in his pants makes contact directly with her center. 

“What Potter? You jealous to hear that maybe another bloke could shag me as good as you?”

Again, she is saying it purely to rile him up, get a fire burning in his eyes that she has learned will only lead to one thing when they are both alone and willing like this. 

The hand that held her thigh against his hip moves to cup her ass while the other travels from her cheek downwards, etching a soft line from her lips down the sternum, dipping low until it ducks under the elastic of her panties. 

“Take it back.”

His finger travels over her pubic bone to right where her folds are slick like warm oil. He hovers his finger just above her center, and she tries to push her hips upward to make contact but his other hand moves quickly to press her firmly back into the wall, leaving her writhing for his touch. 

“Take it back or I walk away.” His eyes are wild, mouth slanted into a tight line, calling her bluff. 

She tries again to buck her hips forward, but he leans against her, his erection hard against her leg. A moan escapes her mouth, and he smiles in triumph. 

“What do you want, Evans?” His mouth is now against her ear, hovering just like his finger still at her center. The anticipation alone makes her want to sob. 

“Touch me, please.”

“ Fuck yes.” His fingers plunge into her quick and sudden, filling her all the way to his knuckle. He releases her hips and she snaps up wildly, working with his hand to pulse in and out of her. His charade of dominance melts at the feel of her warm middle, now completely melting into her. Hoisting her up against the wall, he leans forward to suck her pebbled tit through her shirt, running his tongue around the fabric.

She keeps a steady grind into his hand as he continues his motions, the noise of their work echoing in the cavernous space. 

“Lily—fuck—I could come just watching you ride my hand like this.”

From the feel of his erection against her leg, he is not exaggerating. She reaches a hand down, dipping under where she had loosened his belt to find his cock strained and weeping against the inside of his trousers. At the feel of her palm he lets out a low gasp, leaning into her shoulder as his face twists up in pleasure. 

Her hips become more jagged against the wet fingers sliding inside of her. Reaching down, she presses to her clit, knowing that her climax is now in short order. 

Lily come for me. Come on my hand, baby. I want to watch.”

He continues to mewl out demands as her breath becomes shallow. With one last curl of his fingers, the room spins and she feels all her nerves tumble apart. He holds her against his chest until she settles back down, hungry and clawing at his chest for more. 

“James—I want to feel you now.” Her hand rubs on his cock and he gasps against her pressure point, arms tightening. 

“How?”

“Hard and quick and filthy. ” 

His breath goes ragged. “Ok– ah fuck Lily.”

Suddenly he is out of her, needing both hands to pick her up and carry her down to the stone floor. She pulls her top over her head and his eyes immediately zero in on her erect tits, stopping what he is doing to dip down and take one into his mouth again, now unguarded by fabric. 

“Ever since last time I can’t stop thinking about you—about your lovely tits, about how good–how perfect you feel.”

He removes his mouth from her chest and lifts a thigh up to his shoulder while his other hand spreads her other leg out wide. He’s kneeling on the ground, using his strength to suspend her arse in the air to line up directly with his cock. Lily pulls up onto her forearms, folding herself like a book to watch as his tip starts to stretch into her. Everytime he always seems too big for her and every time he proves her wrong, being just the perfect size to fill her completely. 

He pushes himself in until both of their pelvic bones are flush against each other and the final snap of his hips makes Lily wail, still getting used to just how deep he is able to go. 

“You still want it rough?” 

Her eyes are hyper fixated on their connection.

“Yes–use me.”

His vigor pitches her backwards against the floor, his pulse relentless as he snaps his hips into her. Holding her thigh against his chest, he looks down at her with a slack expression, completely overtaken by the baser need for pleasure. She holds onto his arms, feeling as his muscles contract from the effort of holding himself above her. 

The sound of their bodies meeting is so carnal, she almost wants to blush hearing it. He leans down and drags his tongue against her neck, stopping to nip against skin.

He moans out her name in strings and syllables, his whimpering tone not matching the carnal press of his hips. His head leans against her now, losing control of himself as he edges towards release. 

“Lily–I’m so sorry I can’t–”

His words go slack as she feels him shake above her, spilling into her with her name still on his breath. 

In the aftermath they lay close together on the ground, using each other for warmth against the cold stone floor. Pressing kisses into her hair and cheek, she strokes lines into his chest, happy to find herself full of him again. 

“You are so lovely. I don’t know what I did to deserve you—I feel like I won this evening and I didn’t even play.”

Lily smirks against his side, giving his chest a playful pinch. 

“Do you always need to make things a competition?” 

James rolls over back on top of her, hands pressed around her head. He lowers himself so their lips graze, taking her bottom lip between his. She can feel him getting hard again, and she gives an experimental buck upwards, eliciting a moan from his mouth. 

“If you are the prize—then yes. Every time.”

[shootingthe-stars]

chapter 70 of nowhere man is out!

marylily more like oh god. jesus. wow

chapter 70 or from the beginning!

[starlittragedies]

lily evans would’ve had a cat like crookshanks and it would have been the bane of whomever she is with’s existence

[somelokivariant]

*At James and Lilly's house*

young Harry: Uncle Moony, why don't you have a wife?

Remus: Because I'm gay.

Harry: What does that mean?

Remus: It means I like boys, not girls.

Harry: Then why don't you have a husband?

Remus, looks to Sirius who is in the kitchen minding his own business: I don't know. WHY DON'T I HAVE A HUSBAND, SIRIUS?