#jily is mentioned

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

"Your clothes in the dryer. Your hair on the shower wall. Your toothbrush is too much. Your shoes empty in the hall."

James felt the absence before he saw it. He wondered how long he could keep everything resembling something normal. He wondered if he was the cheese that rots in the mousetrap. Regulus was everywhere, haunting him, taunting him. Regulus had belongings scattered all over his room; books on the bedside table, a quill on the desk since he disapproved of the glide of a biro, a grey blanket cast carelessly over the window seat. He remembered them wrapped up in it, Regulus telling him that their brains were 75% water and even then, that water was already on its way to become something else. The rain. The snow. The condensation on his window. James doesn't know how much water they shared. He hoped he'd feel him in the rain or the snow or in the condensation and know. You borrowed this water from him, ergo he is still here.

"The books on your shelf that you never read. The hunting knife you kept by your bed. The flowers you dried and tied up with twine, suspended from the ceiling."

Regulus knew that you couldn't be in two places at once. He couldn't love him and keep him. He couldn't succeed and lose everything. He didn't mean to not say goodbye, but omission is wishful thinking. James' face was undeniably hopeful when they parted for his final summer break. He couldn't say he was scared of the future or the person he had become. Regulus knew that just because something is left unsaid, it doesn't lose its meaning. A bag packed with hidden intention is still deceitful. A goodbye kiss is a goodbye kiss, even when only one pair of lips knows. Regulus could not live the life he desired and the one he was destined for. Regulus was named after the stars and so he trusted that his future had been written in them for as long as the cosmos existed. Yet he was selfish, quill to parchment, master to servant. It was unfair of him to make the request to Kreacher, to deliver the letter in a moment of quiet. It was unfair of him to give the directions ‘To James Potter, on his kitchen table, at dawn of the chosen day.’

"You tell me you love me, like it'll be the last time. Like you're playing out, the end of a storyline. I say I love you too, because it's true. What else am I supposed to do?"

It was the tail end of summer in 1980 when the letter came. Settled on the edge of the dining table in Godric's Hollow, as if knowing James was always the first awake, it sat addressed to him. He would know that handwriting on his deathbed, it stayed sat in his lowest desk drawer. The envelope was crisp with time, the ink faded from black to grey. The parchment had fared no better. Yellowed and splattered with faint water marks. He saw the words on the page and yet, not a single one made sense. James thinks of Harry, still flushed red with the newfound world, and Lily, who shone brighter than sun, who guided him home. James had made a life he couldn’t give back. He’d committed to woman, son and war. He thinks of all he lost to get here and why it came back. It feels like flying along the coast. Sea as far as the eye can see. Then abruptly, land.

"Begin, be done. Break a vow, make a new one. Call me if you need a friend, or never talk to me again. But please stay."

To the moon,

If you are reading this, I am dead, and you have moved on. Know I did not leave without saying goodbye because I wanted to consider that I might see you just once more. There is something I must do because I believe it may save you. I’d search one hundred oceans and one hundred caves. I’d drink from the cursed cup and yet not ask for your forgiveness. ‘I used to love you’ is not a phrase I shall entertain. There is only love. Nothing else. Even this I do selfishly. I would love to go back to how we were, wrapped in grey blankets, tracing shapes in windowpanes. Know that all my goodness is owed to you, my life is an oath in ode to you.

Please live. Please burn the letters and look ahead. Do not miss the lilies bloom.

R.A.B

wc: 770 // @jegulus-microfic

[moonyfr]

"What's your favorite marauders trope" but it's Peter looking at Evan, while Evan is looking at Barty, while Barty is looking at Regulus, while Regulus is looking at James, while James is looking at Lily, while Lily is looking at Pandora, while Pandora is looking at Dorcas, while Dorcas is looking at Marlene, while Marlene is looking at Mary, and Mary is Asexual.

[comradekarin]

remember when the marauders fandom was actually about the marauders and lily/marlene/dorcas/mary? about jily and wolfstar? and not bigoted ass slytherins these new fans get they pussy wet for? go ahead and mention regulus, barty, rosier, mulciber or any other bg bigot again- see what happens…..

[uhhlifeig]

First Divorce - Jan. 15th - word count: 298 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius groaned as sunlight streamed through the window. 

He knew he shouldn’t have gone out. His head was killing him and his mouth was so incredibly dry, and he literally remembered none of the previous night.

He turned to face the floor, catching sight of James sprawled across the carpet.

“Mornin’, Prongs,” Sirius croaked.

“Don’t talk, mate,” James muttered. “Hurts.”

Sirius nodded, and then immediately regretted that decision when his world started spinning. When he finally stopped feeling nauseated, he took a good look around the room.

There was nothing out of the ordinary- except for the marriage certificate on the table.

What. The. Fuck.

Sirius picked up the certificate, noting both his and James’s signatures. 

“James Fleamont Potter,” he screeched, ignoring his pounding headache in favor of being dramatic. “We’re married?”

James frowned, opening his eyes. “Fuck, the light,” he hissed. “Ow, that hurts.”

“We got married?” Sirius asked again. 

“That’s what it says, no?” James answered.

“But we can’t be married!” Sirius yelped. “I want my beautiful Moony and I can’t have him if we’re married! And you have Lily!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” James grunted, attempting to sit up. “Let’s get divorced, then.”

Just then, Remus walked into the room. “Hello, Sleeping Beauty,” he grinned. “I see you’ve found the papers.”

Sirius looked at his boyfriend incredulously. “You knew?” he asked, feigning betrayal. “Moons, Moony, my love, why didn’t you stop us?”

“It was funny,” Remus shrugged. “Here’s some water and crackers.”

“Oh, Moony, my lord and savior.” Sirius said, making grabby hands. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Good question. Now, James,” Remus said, turning and prodding his friend gently. “Get up and share the crackers with Padfoot. Peter and Lily are coming.”

“Mfffgh.” James rolled over so that he was facedown. “Go away.”

[that-bitch-kat3]

lily: i’m bisexual

anyone: how is that possible? you’ve only dated james?

lily: that doesn’t mean i’m not bisexual.

remus: yeah it means she’s stupid

[golden-leo]

james potter is a bastard man but an excellent boyfriend

[regulus-cannot-swim]

It's cannon to me that Remus, Lily, and Regulus became a study group in 2nd or 3rd year

Sirius and James also suddenly started going to the library around that time. Both of them claim it's so that they can actually study, but it's no one's business but their own if they spend more time eyeing their respective crushes than actually getting any studying done

[souryam]

there's like virtually nothing you can say to me or quotes u can throw in my face to convince me that 20 year old Lily was fine and ok with her husband (a.k.a basically the only person she has around) sneaking out at night to. what. annoy muggle police officers? So many people say "oh no she was talking fondly" and I never got it bc I've always read it as her coming across as annoyed. annoyed but trying to tone it down giving that it was a letter to Sirius. Like imagine you're 20 year old with a newly born baby having to live in almost complete isolation in the middle of a war and a half of the parental unit just decides to dip every Wednesday for #boysnight like what

[antsrust]

The LOML J.F.P

[jilyawards]

This year during the nominations period we asked you all to shout out "honourable mentions" for people and things in Fandom that you appreciate. We are now sharing those shout-outs during the voting rounds.

Honourable mention #2:

"PetalsTheFish for such positive energy and Memeageddon :)"

Who in this fandom doesn't know @petalsthefish? She's been around for years, sharing her beautiful writing and imbuing the community with her wonderful, happy spirit!

And when the Tumblr jily tag seems to drown with other content, she knows just what to do:

(Follow her for more tips.)

Thank you anon for this honourable mention!

[mikalilys]

Something I’ve seen a lot recently, is people saying “why is that so popular, when this exists?”

And it makes me so annoyed.

The marauders fandom is like a mansion, it’s really fucking big, and that means you can go into whatever room you like. If you like jily, you can find a room where people are talking about jily!! I guarantee you that you’ll be much happier there, than if you were sitting outside the jegulus room and complaining about the amount of people in there.

There will also always be some people that sit outside the jily room and say that they think jegulus is better. You know what you can do? You can shut the door. You can block them.

(The metaphor means stay in the space where people enjoy what you want to hear about and block the people you don’t want to hear from, if you didn’t catch that.)

Fandom is a creative space, people are always going to be creating what they enjoy. Just because there aren’t that many people creating what you like, doesn’t mean you should diss what others are creating. Also no one’s going to want to create something about that if all you’re doing is complaining. Fandom is built off of ideas, people post headcanons or ideas they have and it inspires others to create something. If you want something, and it’s not there, then you’re going to have to give a little yourself. Stop posting about the fact that there isn’t that thing, and start posting about the thing!!!!

The addition or popularity of something, does not mean the subtraction of another thing. There’s no limit to fandom, there’s no limit to what you can create, so for the love of the marauders please stop acting like there is.

Feminine Sirius doesn’t mean all the content about masculine Sirius goes away, it still exists!!! You can still create about it, without mentioning the fact that you hate feminine Sirius, because all hating is doing, is making you look like you hate femininity. You don’t have to like something, you don’t even need a reason to dislike it, and you definitely don’t need to hate the opposite thing, to like something.

It’s fandom, it all comes down to what you enjoy interacting with. You don’t need a reason to find something fun, you don’t need a reason to ship anything, other than the fact you enjoy it. No one’s forcing you to interact with something or have an opinion on certain things. Just do what you enjoy. Please. Unless you enjoy hating, then make some hater friends and hate in private. Or get a diary.

Some people say “hitting post was unnecessary ☹️” in the comments of angsty tiktoks, but I fucking mean it. I mean it when I see a TikTok made literally just to hate. I mean it!!! Please think before you post. Please think about your tags. Please think about who might see it. Yes, fandom is freedom, yes, you can post what you want. But fandom is also a community, and being a community means being considerate to others feelings. You learn this in nursery!!! Come on guys!!! You don’t have to be friends with everyone, you don’t need to agree with everyone, there’s a block button for a reason, use it!!!

I don’t want to search up a fanfic, and see a video going “I didn’t finish this” because I did. That’s why I’m searching up content about it. Because I enjoyed it. And I don’t give a shit that you didn’t. I actually couldn’t care less that you thought it was boring, or you hated it. Because guess what?? I didn’t!! The algorithm can’t differentiate between hate and appreciation. You don’t need to post something publicly, and you definitely don’t need to name drop the fic. I don’t finish a bunch of fics and you don’t see me shouting from the rooftops about it. And the fucking audacity some people have using the fucking fics tag????

…uhhh anyway!! I got a little mad!! And off topic in that last paragraph and I should really be posting this on TikTok since that’s the actual problem. But no one on TikTok likes to read 😞 and I don’t like to talk. I also debated deleting my entire TikTok account like 3 minutes ago, but I would miss the edits. 😖😖

Okay it’s the next day and I’ve already opened 3 different comment sections to see fem sirius hate so im posting this

[iamnmbr3]

This parallels Draco and Harry's first confrontation on the train.

I bet James came to find Lilly’s compartment every year too.

[commit-arson-immediately]

Ok but jegulus band au where they broke up a bit ago over a misunderstanding cuz theyre incapable of communicating and regulus writes golden retriever boy and James writes yours and they come out within days of each other and like the absolute chaos that comes from that

[sparsilees]

honestly, if harry’s afflicted with ‘oedipus complex’, he should’ve set his cap at fleur instead of ginny—since classical theory posits the complex occurs during ages 3-6, usually born from a dearth of paternal intimacy/influence in early infancy—it makes more sense for harry to make sheep eyes at tall, slender, light-eyed blondes. bonus points if they’re a bit older, like fleur, to really strum those matronly, nurturing chords. since petunia’s the only maternal figure he’s known from a tender 16 months and he has no memory of lily... who else will his mind conjure up?

[uhhlifeig]

Moonstruck - Feb. 12th - word count: 227 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius’s jaw dropped as Remus walked into the room.

“What are you looking at?” he asked self-consciously, messing with his immaculately-tailored suit. “Do I look weird?” 

Sirius was thanking his past self profusely for taking Remus to Twilfitt and Tattings for a fitting. He was gorgeous, and the fact that the suit was custom-made to bring out all of Remus’s best features also made Sirius’s breath stutter.

“No,” Sirius said finally, snapping his mouth shut. “You… I- uhm, one second.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes, hoping that the image in front of him wasn’t just a hallucination.

Nope. It definitely wasn’t.

“Are you alright now, Padfoot?” Remus asked, walking up to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful that I was speechless,” Sirius said, watching as the tips of his boyfriend’s ears turned red. He enjoyed the sight of a flustered Remus very much.

“Padfoot,” he warned, evidently knowing what was about to come out of his mouth. “Don’t-”

“You might even say…” Sirius’s grin widened. “I was moonstruck.”

Remus groaned. “No, no, shut up.”

“Never,” Sirius said.

“Fine. We still have to go to James and Lily’s wedding though, Pads-”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go comfort Prongs. Ten galleons says that he’s already panicking.”

“Sirius,” Remus said slowly. “I’m not taking that bet. You know how he gets about Lily.”

[ofseaandstarz]

Wilted Flowers ~ 451 words

James Potter should’ve died on a Saturday. Thrown across his cottage, slumped against a wall, his glasses cracked and askew on his face. He’d left his wand on the couch. It had been Peter at the door, so he figured he wouldn't need it. Who expects their childhood best friend to betray them?

He was okay with dying, and he had been for a while now. James would miss his friends, playing quidditch in the backyard with Sirius, cooking with Lily while Remus read to Harry…

Harry, oh his sweet little boy. James knew even when he died his son would be okay. He’d have his mother and his godparents, he would be safe.

James Potter was okay dying.

They say when you die the happiest seven minutes of your life replay in your mind. James closed his eyes, ready to accept that his time was up, but nothing happened.

No memories of pulling pranks as kids. No cheering crowds when he and Marlene won the quidditch cup in 5th year. No echoes of a room filled with laughter when he stumbled over Lily, dancing with her at the Yule Ball in 7th year. No late nights in the astronomy tower lying under the stars with the boy who loved him like the sun.

He heard a scream from upstairs and a flash of green light illuminated the house. Oh no, no no no no no. Not Lily, beautiful, smart, strong Lily. Harry’s mother, his best friend.

James didn't know how to live in a world without Lily Evans.

In their sixth year, they had started to grow closer, finding comfort in each other's company. They’d found trust in each other. Lily was the first person he came out to. She was the only one who knew about his relationship with Regulus. He and Lily were walking around the grounds when she told him about Mary. It was nice to know someone else understood how he felt.

When Regulus died, James had to hide his grief. No one else understood why he’d been distant and why his eyes were always red, but Lily did. The only place James could mourn was with her. When Mary left the war, ran away and married a muggle man, James had been the one to hold her. They’d found comfort in each other’s grief.

Everyone expected them to get together, he and Lily laughed along with the jokes but always denied when their friends asked. In some other world maybe James hadn't fallen in love with Regulus first, maybe Lily and Mary stayed friends. But James wouldn't change it, he and Lily had made their own little family and he wouldn't trade that for anything…