#jily*

[that-bitch-kat3]

how i fully believe this conversation went down:

lily: james and i are dating

everyone:

sirius: well honestly james good for you

james: thank-

peter: we had no idea you knew how to successfully brew amortentia

james: i did NOT drug her!!

marlene: do you honestly expect us to think that lily “i would rather kiss the giant squid” evans is willingly going out with you?

lily: people change!

remus: that’s true

lily: thank you remus

remus: sometimes they lower their standards

[apalapucian]

the point is that evidently, lily evans, journ major from the uni nearby, orders iced americanos or hot chai lattes depending on the weather, ice-blended strawberries and cream when she's particularly stressed, laughs the way james imagines the sun smiles or the grass giggles or some other lame sappy alliteration like that — suddenly just realized james isn't worth her time anymore. maybe she's busy? she seems to have notebooks out on her table right now, reading and taking notes. but james knows for a fact that midterm week just ended — he would know, they all barely survived it — and even then, when she was drowning in her readings and papers, she had time to at least smile at him. ask him what he thought about shit, how he was... god, he's not going to dwell on this. he's not. he's not disappointed, he's just — it's just weird. like he said. so what if they're not friends? he couldn't care less. but he cares that, like, what if someone told her something bad about him, so now she's avoiding him because he's bad news? or — what if something serious is going on with her currently? such drastic behavioral change must have been spurred by something. and he's concerned about that.

sirius asks for a refill at the end of the counter, and james snaps out of it.

"what are you sulking about?" he asks james, eyes still on his current agatha christie. it must be his third this week.

"i'm not sulking."

sirius dogears the page he's on, closes the book, puts it down. he stares at james over the rim of his mug as he sips his fresh round. "look, maybe she's just busy."

james takes sirius's book and reads the blurb. (or pretends to.) "she's always busy."

sirius puts the mug down with a thud. "so you were sulking about her."

james rolls his eyes. opens the book, turns to a random page, doesn't say anything.

"want me to talk to her?"

"what the fuck about?"

"hey. respect your elders. watch your language."

"you're only four months older, wanker."

"this is why the guy at the kebab shop hates you, james. you are scandalously impolite. it's not too late to change your ways."

"mr. black, your most ancient and noble grace, i just want you to know that i dropped your last order of cheesecake in the sink because i was, as you so very astutely observed, distracted by things, but i picked it back up and served you it anyway."

"you're fired."

"thank god."

"you're welcome."

"you are such a breath of fresh air from all the intelligent conversations i have with customers all day."

"i expect a customized 'employer of the year' mug on my desk by the end of this week."

james glares at him. sirius never loses a glaring match though, so james just makes do with drinking from sirius's mug without his permission and without breaking eye contact. a lame alternative. sirius is not fazed in the slightest.

"i can go talk to her though, for real," says sirius. "ask her shit."

"what the fuck about though. for real."

"i'm going to ask her why she's not in love with you yet."

james takes the mug again, drinks the entire thing, ignoring the instant burn on his tongue. he smacks sirius with the book and shoves his arms off the counter. "get out. you're banned. forever."

"i literally own this place," says sirius, laughing.

— the one with the storm and all the texting (ao3)

[annabtg]

We now have a community!

If you're interested, let me know so I can add you :)

[thequibblah]

THOU AND I ARE TOO WISE TO WOO PEACEABLY...

CHAPTER 1: A SONG & A KISS // jily week 2024: love is in the hair

read. playlist.

[doodlebugdpj]

Don't mind me crying

Nobody said it was easy It’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh, take me back to the start.

October 31, 1981 - September 1, 1971

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[marvelousmoony]

fanfiction is so beautiful because what do you mean i can read the same characters falling in love 92737389 times in different scenarios and not get tired of it.

[t3rrarium]

Tbh the problem with ship wars is that everyone tries to find a moral high ground to prove their ship is superior when actually shipping should be about making two characters kiss like a kid playing with barbie dolls

[maluceh]

the potters

[doodlemcjazzhands]

I need an outlet for my marauders brainrot, so here I am, crawling back to tumblr

[that-bitch-kat3]

when james and lily finally got married lily was shocked to find that james had a scrapbook of wedding plans for them that he had been working on since he was 13.

[apalapucian]

They become really good friends, she and James.

She can't tell you when or how the friendship started exactly, probably that first meeting, but who knows about these things, really? There's never a definite starting point. There's just—every day of him unfailingly showing up at the end of her day, walking to the station and taking the train home together, sharing the same handrail. On the days their schedules don't match, he's always in the kitchen when she gets home, or on the porch steps of the apartment, asking her about her day or offering her grapes or chips or sour gummy worms or, that one weird time, little sprout hair clips. (He was already wearing a couple, baby plants wiggling up there on his head, in his perpetually toussled hair. It looked silly and stupid and made her laugh. She let him put some on her hair and they laughed together at Sirius's what the fuck face when he saw them. Then they chased him around to put some on his perpetually perfect hair.)

There's exams season with him at the cafe, Mary along sometimes, Sirius (who also did not enroll this semester, Lily has come to learn) and Remus offering support and entertainment and the best lattes in the city, no bias. James falls asleep on the table and she gently moves his head to remove his glasses. She falls asleep on the table and their friendship almost falls apart, because James fucking draws glasses on her face. Then she sits still and glares daggers at him while he carefully wipes it off, trying not to laugh and swearing that he knew one hundred per cent the marker was water-based, okay, and that it was going to come off without problem, and don't castrate me, Evans, I promise not to do it again. (You kinda look cute with glasses though.)

There's fruit stand stops on the walk home, befriending the auntie who sold the biggest, sweetest strawberries; late night convenience store trips for cup noodles; cheap canned beer nights on the rooftop—not to get drunk, just to help sleep, especially on days when she's homesick. There's memorizing each other's coffee orders, and how the orders change depending on their moods, the weather, and the company, because James doesn't order his lame sugary drinks when they're with what he and Sirius call outsiders (who are usually people Lily and Mary bring to the cafe for study sessions; research paper groupmates, lost freshmen, schoolwork partners, etcetera).

James Potter becomes a constant, reassuring presence; a comfortable silence she can work in, a laugh she can pick out from the crowd.

Which is why the first time he disappears sends her into a bit of a panic.

— the one with the trains and the grape police (ao3)

[annabtg]

Drunk With Power

a @jilymicrofics production

James Potter, insufferable prat, gets the Head Boy badge.

“Sit up straight, Evans.” The tip of his wand presses between her hunched shoulders; she sits up immediately, wincing at the interruption in her reading. “Sod off, Potter.” “You can’t tell me that now.” It’s supposed to be a severe tone, but the mirth in it is unmistakable. “I’m Head Boy.” He’s been at it all day; strutting with his chest extra puffed up to show off his badge, telling everyone to fix their collars or tie their shoelaces, boinking Sirius with his wand on the head when he gives him cheek. “Drunk with power,” Remus called him. And then James ordered him to polish his Prefect badge.

Read the rest on AO3! Completed, 746 words.

[thequibblah]

CHAPTER 2: A SECRET & A SHAME

He was a man, and a knight, and a lord; and no doubt his blood ran hot, as she had been warned for so many years. But then why does my blood run so hot, too, when he is near?

read. playlist.

[toorumlk]

a beautiful little family.

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family […] The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him. (chapter 16, dh)

[cannissmajor]

Life Lines ⭐️

Based on a headcannon I saw a while ago on tt, which was based on a post made on tumblr but i haven’t been able to find the original post, so if anyone knows, pls lmk!