#lily writes nights

[lilyarchived]

too late [john price]

a/n: I wasn't originally gonna write anything yet because I still feel absolute dogshit, but this post by @gloomyyangel was too yummy to ignore.  I don’t really like this but what else can I do? Write some more? (gunshots)

warnings: smut after keep reading! (go away minors), swearing, hurt NO comfort, fem reader, mean!price at the start, 1.7k words oops, Lowkey abrupt ending.

summary: you let price imagine you as his ex wife because it will hurt even more to let him go, but what happens if he finally tries to make it up to you?

“F-fuuuck..” your husband groans. “Feels,, sso good, angie..” The sound of another woman’s name should be enough to make you feel bad, be enraged, scream at him, go apeshit crazy, right? Your whimpers of pleasure say so otherwise. It has been like this for years, you’ve come to terms that your husband, Captain John Price, will always see you as his ex wife. At some point you feel bad for yourself, you wouldn’t have let this shit slide. Hell, you wouldn’t even settle for a rich, handsome man all because he told you women should just stay quiet. The bitch slap you gave that man before storming out the restaurant stays engraved in the back of your mind, good days. 

But now? Now you’re settling for a man to imagine as if you’re his ex? Since when did your standards fall down to the deepest pit in the ocean? “ ‘m close, fuck, so tight for me.” You didn’t know whether to feel flustered or disgusted at the praise, knowing damn well he’s talking to angie in his mind. You gasp as your orgasm suddenly takes over your whole body, basking in that sweet, sweet pleasure. Hey, he can be a dick husband and still make you cum, nothing wrong with that. He follows suit after a few more thrusts, his hands beside your head grasping at the satin sheets. His moans ring through your ear until he finally plops down beside you.

You don’t expect him to clean up. At Least not like he used to. You get up to clean yourself before going back in the room with a warm and wet washcloth. You clean your husband up before noticing he’s already fast asleep. How did you ever get here? From your handsome Captain flattering you, taking you out on dates, treating you as if you are the sun keeping him warm, putting your pleasure first, and actually caring about you; to this man, ever so distant, calling you his ex wife’s name, never talking to you unless it’s work related or if he needs to let out some energy. And why the hell are you letting this happen? A man? Taking advantage of you? Making you some sort of sex doll?

You wish you could just be mad about it, scream and punch and cry, do anything to avenge your poor self. Yet you can’t. You love him too much, you love him like he painted the morning orange sky above, you love him like he hung up the moon and stars. You love him. Only Simon knows about his behaviour, you were a bit sceptical telling him everything since he always thought so highly of the captain, you feared he would take his side and tell you to get over yourself. You hadn’t expected him to pull you in a tight hug and whisper to you that you should leave him. You cried for the first time in a long time that night.

Snapping back to reality, you get dressed in your sleeping clothes and settle next to your sleeping husband. Staring into his shut eyes, wondering where you went wrong. You let your eyes droop to sleep, preparing your mind for another unbearable day tomorrow.

--

As months passed, you and John were still together, happy, no, but still married. You start to grow numb, never once batting an eyelash when he cums again after moaning “angie”. What an annoying sound in your ears it was. Don’t get me wrong, you still felt good whenever he decided to initiate something sexual with you. Your moans and whines fill the air alongside the sound of slapping skin. Simon gives you the usual disappointed look, but you honestly can’t tell if that’s his resting face or not. Then, everything changes.

“Darling, d’you wanna get food with me?” You freeze on the empty couch in the equally empty rec room. The sound of John’s voice making your heart skip a beat. He has never asked you to eat out with him, well ever since he normalised moaning a different name in bed. It’s like all his intimacy and chivalry left with your dignity. “Umm, I just had dinner Sergeant Garrick, Captain. I’m set for the night..” you reply after you peeked behind you, making sure he was talking to you. “At ease, I’m talking to you as my wife, [Y/N]” You let out a forced chuckle before going back to the book you were reading. “Why were you out with Kyle?” you hear him mutter. He can’t be serious. “..We were both free and hungry?” you reply in a meek voice. “I was free. Couldn’t even be bothered to ask your husband first?” 

The way your blood was boiling the moment that stupid sentence left his mouth. Why does he care? Does he think that he can moan a different woman’s name in bed and get away with it but you going out for dinner with a friend is all of a sudden, adultery? “You told me you’d be busy the whole day. Why is it a big deal I went out with Gaz? It’s not like I’ve been saying his name during sex.” You quickly shut your eyes, you didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. You prepared for his anger, instead you were met with a deep sigh. “I’ll let you be.” He says defeatedly, walking away from the scene. You see a confused Simon in the corner before squealing out of surprise. “How long have you been there, freak?” Simon only chuckles, “Tha’ don’t matter, Cap’n looks devastated. Ya think he’s been feeling guilty?” He sips on his black tea, you remove the hand clutching your shirt near the beat of your heart. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” You fall face down on the couch to scream, ignoring Simon’s deep voice laughing at your pain.

What you both didn’t know is that John has been feeling bad for how he’s been treating you. He would notice your soft giggles echoing the hallways as Johnny picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, at how pretty you look in casual clothes, how your hair flows during bar hopping nights with the team, how your face shines in the city lights. How your nose scrunches when you get teased by Simon for liking your coffee too sweet. How beautiful you sound when he’s feeling you up and down, your surprised gasps as he rubs your clit in circles, how sinfully angelic you look when you come undone. Fuck, he really messed up.

So he makes it up to you, he cuddles after ruining your guts, he cleans you up, he wakes up before you to cook you breakfast. He makes your coffee the way you like it, gets you flowers every now and then, kisses you more passionately rather than his usual rushed ones. He loves you tenderly but it all seems foreign, even though he used to do it for the first few years of your relationship, you had already forgotten how it feels like to be loved by this man.

You feel nauseated. How could he go back to the way things were, like he hasn’t been giving you the cold shoulder for months now? Why now? WHY now? Why NOW? You stay cautious, every sweet move he’s doing puts you on edge. You knock on your Lieutenant’s door before he tells you to “come in” with that same ol’ gruff voice. As the night rolls in, you’ve already told him everything Price was doing, how he kept acting lovingly without addressing the past few months. He tells you you have two options: to confront him, or to go along with it. Neither of it seems appealing to you but deep down, you know he’s right. 

You thank Simon for the advice leaving his room to confront your husband tonight. The minute you walk into John’s room, his face lights up and asks you if you’ve eaten.  You scoff as you tell him you need to talk. “Why are you doing this to me, John?” you finally speak up after staring into the same eyes you fell for. His face drops, eyebrows furrowing, “What do you mean by that, dove?” A sigh escapes your soft lips, “Don’t call me that, John. Don’t act as if you weren’t just calling me, imagining me as your ex wife during our most intimate times. Don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring me, acting as if I didn't exist ‘til you needed work done or if you needed to have a shag.” You let out, tears staining your cheeks. John reaches out to wipe them but you move his hand away. “I mean, was it all a joke to you? Did I mean nothing but a body for you to imagine as if you were still together with her?” John finally talks, “You know it’s not like that, [Y/N]-” 

“Then what, John? What is it like? God, you- you” hyperventilating now, you search for the right words to come out. “You changed me. Acting like nothing’s wrong and being all sweet won’t work on me. I gave up on whatever our relationship was a long time ago.” His breath hitches, “Baby, please-” “I should go.” you cut him off. “Please, I’ll do better, we can start over?” he pleads, grabbing your arm. “It’s not that easy, John.” “Loving you is easy. I love you like it’s breathing. Please. You mean the world to me. I can’t let you go knowing i fucked up everything.” He sounds desperate now.

“I love you, John. But I don’t think I can ever love you like I used to.” He looks up to you, bloodshot eyes as tears pour over his face. You reach over to wipe them away. He leans into your touch. “Don’t give up on me, please?” You give him one last broken smile, “We’re way past not giving up, my love.” 

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[shootingthe-stars]

jily zombie apocalypse au

wolfstar vers closeups under cut :)

[shunrehihosumedha]

“I love lilies. Blue lilies but they are so hard to find…”

Were the words that he told me the moment I asked him what he adores the most. It took me a while to make his vision my reality and I am so happy how it turned out.

I know his admiration and love for Vincent Van Gogh, and how he collects every little piece that he finds that resonates with the artist. Because of his biased nature for Vincent’s aesthetics and of course his love for lilies, I crocheted Starry Night themed lily bouquet for him, with two sunflowers that resonates the moon and frame of the painting.

I know he will love this more than anything and I hope to make him smile just the way he will when see these flowers I made for him.

[grimst4rs]

"do you ever stop and think about us? about our future?" lily asked. james' body is warm against her own, and their son is quietly breathing in the cot next to their bed; he's not quite old enough for them to move him to the nursery, but everything is ready for him there, for when the time comes.

however, there is something comforting about having him sleep with them, the warmth of their family slowly being adjusted to.

james ran a hand over his face, dark stubble covering his cheeks and neck. they were both unkempt recently; the war already took a big part of their lives and now, with a son, there were few, the moments of just them. "i don't really have the time to," he admitted, letting out a puffy chuckle.

"is there anything else you'd want for us after this war ends, then?" she rolled around on her stomach, her eyes meeting james', brown and emerald, a forest together. "i'd like to have a daughter," she laughed, loudly enough to tickle james' ears, quietly enough to not wake up their son. "i know you mentioned a daughter, too; what should we name her?"

"we'll have plenty of time to think about that," james smiled, and she wished the sun would just rise, to see the curve of her husband's lips, the dimple in his cheek. "ania is a pretty name, though. or maybe a flower name, too, possibly even lily, to set the theme, if our son is named after me." ("our son, james, isn't that so strange? who would have thought?") "would you like to move out of here? out of england?"

"i want to move out of godric's hollow, it's a bit depressing. we don't really have the best memories here, do we? let's more somewhere near the sea," lily whispered, and he wished the sun would just rise, to see the crinkle of her eyes, the warmth of her smile. "i want to be able to take a walk on the beach everyday, i want to be able to run towards the sea from our porch. we don't need a big house, just big enough for the three, four, as many of us as there will be."

james hummed, twirling a strand of lily's auburn curls around his finger. "we should take him with us too," he nodded to the ginger cat, sleeping at the foot of their bed. "i think he'd like the fresh air."

"we should give him a name, first of all," she giggled. "that can wait for now, though. for now, we're still in godric's hollow, in a small home, the three of us and a cat, and hopefully we'll be still in love when this all ends. i'm sure we will, though."

he planted a kiss to her head. "of course we will."

the warm nights of summer were theirs, at least in that moment. the warmth washed over them, lulling then to sleep, in each other's arms.

[madamewalburga]

(warning: jilypad nsfw under the cut. mdni. sirius isn’t here but it’s still jilypad idc. wc 800+. jilypad nation, please accept my humble offering.)

“God, I hate being a girl.”

James huffed on Lily’s neck, sliding his arms around her waist. He met her eyes on the vanity mirror, smiling fondly as he watched her remove her makeup.

“Don’t. You’re a very pretty girl.”

“Not as pretty as Sirius,” she smirked.

“Keep it down, don’t let him hear you say that.” James kissed under her ear, unzipping her dress from behind. He took one sleeve off, kissing the exposed shoulder. “You know how big his head gets with a few silly compliments.”

Lily chuckled lowly. “You’d think he’d be used to it by now, yeah? Being born that pretty.”

James made a noncommittal sound. His hands were still busy undressing his wife. He mouthed at every exposed inch of skin he could reach — not quite kisses, but rather warm exhales that smell heavily like wine.

It had been one of those monthly dinners the Order holds, this time with the Potters hosting. The people pleasing extrovert in James always enjoyed these gatherings. Seeing all his friends and loved ones safe and happy in his home made him feel warm inside. Especially Lily and Sirius. Watching them bask in each other’s presence, invade each other’s personal space, foreheads touching as they whisper so intimately, the way Sirius and James always do. It made James feel very warm indeed.

“Lashes,” he mouthed on Lily’s cheek.

“Hm, want me to remove them?”

“No,” he kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting gin. Sirius’s beverage of choice. “Sirius. Long lashes. They tickle when he gets too close.”

James turned her around to face him to kiss her again, this time more deeply. He licked around her mouth, chasing the bitter and citrus taste of Sirius’s gin. The same brand as the one they nicked from Walburga’s cabinet when they were sixteen.

Lily pulled away with a breathy moan. “That’s true. They’re long and curl upwards too.” She turns back to the mirror, wiping the now messy lipstick off her face.

“Bet that pissed you off,” James smirked, wrapping his arms around her again.

“Pissed the entire girls dorm of Gryffindor, more like.”

Lily moaned as she grinded on James’s erection. She stared at her husband’s eyes on the vanity’s reflection, finding the same intensity of lust mirroring hers.

“I want to know something,” she led one of James’s hands to her breast, his index finger quickly playing with the erect nipple. “Did you ever do it? With him?”

“Do what with who?”

“You know what.”

James bent down to kiss a shoulder. “No,” he replied sincerely.

“Not even some friendly hand jobs?”

“What, you and Marlene did some friendly fingers?” James chuckled.

“Idiot,” she lightly slapped the hip she was touching. Then, hands moving slowly, she started working on James’s belt. “We shared some…photos. Passed it to each other before showers.”

“Yeah, well, we did too.” James helped her push his trousers down, then placed her hands back to her waist, slowly going lower. “Most we did was jack off to the same mag. At the same time.”

“Yeah?” Lily started palming James’s erection, feeling a slight wetness on his boxers. “That happened a lot?”

“Once or twice. Maybe forty times. He stayed the summers at ours, yanno?”

“Hmm.”

They stayed like that for a while, palming each other through their underwear. They exchanged lazy kisses, smiling at each other in between.

“Did you watch him as he touched himself?” Lily whispered between kisses, fingers playing with the garter of James’s boxers.

“Once or twice. Maybe forty times.”

“Did you ever want to touch him? Make him come undone?”

James paused. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing.

Staring intently at his wife in the mirror, he asked. “Why are we talking about Sirius?”

“I want to know.”

“Lily—“

“Tell me,” she faced him. She kept her eyes open as she kissed him. Staring at him. Daring him. “Tell me.”

Never one to back down from anything, James put both hands on the vanity table behind her, caging her between his arms. He bent down and kissed her slow, eyes open, as he grinded against her. Staring at her. Daring her back. “Once or twice.”

Lily smirked, finally putting her hand inside James’s boxers. “Maybe forty times?”

James smirked back. “I don’t want to lie to you, love. It’s probably more than that.”

“Probably?”

“Definitely.”

“And?” Lily whispered. She stroked James slowly and watched the pleasure on her husband’s face. She briefly wondered which behaviors and mannerisms Sirius would share with James during sex. Does he dip his head towards the left side like James when somebody touches him? Does he scratch his thighs as well when somebody takes him in their mouth? Are James’s mannerisms in bed a mirror of Sirius’s? Or was it an unaware response to his endless desire to cater to what Sirius wants?

“How did he look?”

She already knew how James looked above her, as he thrusts his love into her. She wanted to know how Sirius would look under James, as her husband overwhelms with love and pleasure.

James smiled slowly at her. He bent down once again, making sure he was eye level with his wife this time as he slid his finger inside her.

“Still prettier than you, babe.”

[2hoothoots]

Do any of them have any bad habits? I'm not thinking of anything disastrous. I'm thinking of things like biting nails, tugging their own hair due to stress, leaning too far back in chairs and falling over, and things like that.

oh, yeah, Raz has a really bad hair-pulling habit when he's stressed out

i've done plenty of angsty stuff with these three before, so if we're talking more lighthearted bad habits:

Lili has no concept of 'bedtime'. if she's engrossed in her work, or binge-watching a new show that she's all of a sudden getting really into, she will quite happily stay up to 3 or 4am (and then feel upset and betrayed when she's really tired the next morning)

Dogen has a tendency to turn to retail therapy when he's having a bad day. he's gripping his phone with trembling hands, staring at the sanrio plush he's about to order online and mumbling under his breath "this will fix me." at this point he has like a mountain of stuff he's impluse-bought over the internet

Raz does the thing where he leans back really far whenever he's sitting on a chair. his balance is good enough that he'd never fall, but Lili can never resist the urge to push him over if she's in the same room

Raz also used to basically self-medicate his adhd with like half a dozen psi-pops every day (because i hc they're packed with sugar and caffeine and small amounts of other stimulants to give your brain a 'hit' of mental energy when needed). he ended up with a handful of cavities before he managed to get his hands on an adderall prescription

Lili fidgets with her jewelry a lot, which is fine except when she's trying to heal a new piercing and can't keep her hands off it. the one time she got her eyebrow pierced it ended up rejecting because she wouldn't stop fiddling with it (which is why it's scarred over)

Dogen is one of those people that absolutely Must stop and pet Every Cat He Sees. he doesn't have a great sense of time so he will frequently be late to meetings/appointments/lunch dates because there was a really cute cat and he got sidetracked

[iphigeniacomplex]

asking me what i want to do after college already like well frankly im gonna take my working papers and turn them in im handing over my pencil and pen i wont be needing my broom again ill bloom by day ill bloom by night and blooming will be my delight. yeah im going to walk around wearing the morning sun and everything. sorry.

[minoukwrites]

Just another silly Jily fic.

But i'm actually really proud of it... Read the full first chapter on AO3

[kay-elle-cee]

Fic Author Self-Rec Tag

Thank you for the tag, @charmsandtealeaves! I think the last time I was tagged I only actually had 5 fics, so I suppose I actually have to make choices this time. 😅 Will be listing in no particular order.

When you get this, reply with your 5 favourite fics that you've written. Then pass it on to five other writers. Spread some self love.

Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) || 14k. Oneshot. Rated M. Sirius, Lily, and James deal with the fallout of the events from the end of 5th year.

No one is surprised by this one. The idea for this fic is what pulled me back into writing and will forever have my whole heart.

restless waves rise and fall || 48K. Complete. Rated T. Pirate AU In which James Potter is a gentleman pirate and Lily Evans is his loyal but vastly more competent First Mate.

My first completed multichap AND my first AU <3 RW Jily has a hold on me after this and I love them with all my heart. I briefly wrote for the POTC fandom years ago so this was just like....a very fun cross-section of my interests.

A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine || 2k. Oneshot. Rated T “You know what I'm getting at — you're like a really good thing personified. Take a compliment Potter, God.” She turns on her stool to face him, sliding one of the firewhiskies his way. Or: Two totally platonic friends get drinks after a rough day.

This came about so suddenly and was so fun to write...it was just really enjoyable to write something light and flirty!

Echoes of a Love Lived || 13.7K. Complete. Rated T. A collection of Jilytober ficlets.

A huge undertaking for me, but it was a great opportunity to kind of play around with styles and POVs and I'm really proud of these little moments.

When Resiliency Shatters || 1k. Oneshot. Rated M James and Lily grapple with isolation in the week after undergoing the Fidelius Charm.

I delighted in writing this kind of sorrow with a cheerful holiday background. Also, I just really enjoyed getting to write a moment where James' whole personality is thrown for a loop and we see him kind of stumble numbly through life.

Tagging @sunshinemarauder, @possessingtheproperspirit, @emeralddoeadeer @wearingaberetinparis and @uncertainwallflower if you feel up for it!

[shootingthe-stars]

the repetitiveness of writing the marauders in school is getting to me like how many fucking train rides and quidditch games can i possibly write about. like i’m skipping this please i need to get to the good shit already

[muddyhippy]

The FINAL part of Night Terrors! 3+ years in the making.

Brace yourselves for comfort, cuddles, sneaky references, heartfelt discussions and the Mechs discovering they might not be the worst substitute parents in the universe...

To anyone who has read this fic over the past few years thank you so much, I hope this gives you a satisfying conclusion to this particular story, one that kept me sane during lockdown and one I know gave me the privilege of being a comfort read for a lot people.

Till next time!

[cuteniaarts]

Wine stains on porcelain

(Alternatively: @katkastrofa and I have created 5 OCs in 3 days and I suffer from chronic “I wanna draw the little guysssssss” disease)

[themuseoftheviolets]

WIP (IT OUT)

share whatever project you're working on right now, except 'project' is incredibly open ended. It could be fic, original writing, playlists, art, crafts, whatever it is you're doing!

thank you for the tag @quillkiller ily <3

When the bartender sets their drinks down, she smiles in a way that shows all of her teeth — perfectly straight, but yellow. Probably from nicotine, which she smells strongly of — and tells them, "You ladies have a wild night.”

She winks, as well, and Lily fights the urge to roll her eyes. It's not polite, she knows, but she's immediately frustrated with the bartender, though she has no real reason to be.

Lily has only known her for thirty seconds, but she has a tendency for disliking people, and is far too stubborn to change her mind once she forms an initial impression.

The bar was not Lily's idea, not her style, but Mary and Emmeline had forced her out of her flat, giving her little choice but to follow them out into the cold night.

"It'll be fun." Mary had said each time Lily opened her mouth, cutting her off before she could complain, "You need some fun.”

Lily thought the opposite. 'Fun' for Lily usually ended in trouble, and she had had too much of it recently.

Lily was trying to do better, to be better. Maybe then her sister would welcome her back into her life, maybe then she could make her parents proud again.

np tags: @twisted-tales-told @sugarsnappeases @nevvaraven @neaverse @culdogs @arakhnee

[procrastinatorproject]

New game: Share your three best fanworks. No thinking, just the three that instinctively occur to you. Then copy-paste this ask to anonymously share with as many people as you want.

Okay. A) I love this! Thank you so much, nonnie, for a brilliant idea!

B) Whoof. That's tough 😅

Without thinking:

My very first fic. It is finished, it has pacing, it has an arc, it has an actual story... The prose might need a bit of polishing, but I think it's still some of my best work!

My most artistic fic:

I just... I don't know. I feel like it's very personal and almost has something lyrical about it and I feel very deeply about it, even if it is perhaps a little pretentious.

The third one is hard, though...

I'm very torn between something like A Night at the Opera, which I'm still extremely proud of, In the Palm of his Hand, which I love and hope to finish one day, and even The Cake is a Lie. Though the last two are probably not nearly as good in their current published form as they are in my WIPs, where I have additional material that really adds A Lot to them 😅

But I feel like I also want to put one of my metas here, because I have a bunch of those and they're important to me and feel like they're out of contention for this sort of thing. So here's my probably favourite bit of meta writing:

I love Rios and Agnes! And I find their budding relationship fascinating and gentle and lovely and want to think about it more. And this was such a great way to look at their interactions and psychology, and to explain why I think they make sense together.

(Also: it always reminds me of the incredible "Your Light on Me" by @regionalpancake and the gorgeous Love Comes Softly by @smhalltheurlsaretaken, which is essentially the same argument but as an amazing fic (and gorgeous podfic by @thelaithlyworm). And these kinds of connections always make everything better 🥰)

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I finished Malinda Lo's novel Last Night at the Telegraph Club early this morning (before bed), and as I was trying to fall asleep afterward I was like, 'Oooooooh my god I really want to read more just-as-good-as-that-book-was historical fiction!!!' and as I was idly scrolling through the boards on Neopets just now I fucking noticed in someone's signature 'Recommended reading' and it was of a historical fiction book set in (or starting in, I guess?) El Salvador about Indigenous women!?!?!?!?!? I COULD NOT ASK FOR A BETTER REC (I hope - apparently it's not even out yet but MANNNNN I CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT!!), at least that almost perfectly aligns with my interests and what I like to read!?! Hello synchronicity, I LOVE YOU.

[umilily]

The duality of my notes app: