#maker: wearingaberetinparis

[jilychallenge]

11 December 2022

Read “Weird, But Fuckin' Beautiful” by @wearingaberetinparis on ao3 (rated M) Thank you @nought-shall-go-ill for your lovely message !

[jilychallenge2023]

🤩🤩🤩

January Jily Challenge: Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

@jilychallenge2023 & @jilychallenge Prompt: First Time + “I don’t know how to not think of you.” + “You’re stuck on my mind, it’s an issue.” Word Count: 11243 Words

James Potter and Lily Evans are the Gryffindor Golden Couple without actually being one. They are Head Boy and Girl, they play Quidditch – he a Chaser and the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, she the Seeker – and their mutual infatuation is most certainly - if you ask the both of them - unrequited. Yet, all those nights they spend together are absolutely wild.

Read my contribution to the January 2023 Jily Challenge HERE! I was lucky enough to get paired up with the endlessly talented @missgryffin who I so admire for her incredibly talents and love for the stories she creates. Thank you for brainstorming with me earlier this month and for reading the first 1000 words of this story! I hope you will like what this has become once you get to read this. Another thank you to those who so tirelessly organise the Jily Challenge. I love and appreciate you so much, even though my prompt was very smutty and writing smut is not at all my area of expertise... I tried to rise to your challenge, however, and hope you will like what this has become.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Is it getting hot in here thanks to @wearingaberetinparis 🥵

for you, i am wild

@jilymicrofics I hadn't posted one of these in a few days, so I thought it was about time I wrote a little something. Prompt: Wild Word Count: 803 She locates him – as always – at the very centre of the room. He looks edible, his hair as wild as ever, his eyes so bright, his smile so wide that she can’t bear to look away from him. She remembers a time when the opposite was a reality, when she was so afraid that he might see her looking and what he would think it might mean. Now – and it might be the Firewhiskey speaking – she is fearless, bold and audacious in her admiration of him. She hopes he notices her incessant gaze, she hopes he clocks her and – when he does – that he will make his way over, lopsided grin flashing at her charmingly, seductively even. He does a minute later and his response does not disappoint. He seems surprised at first, pleased a second later and then – he mutters something in Sirius’ ear – he does what she had imagined he might. She knows that Black is watching her now too, but she doesn’t even spare him a glance, too preoccupied with James Potter and the way he makes her feel, the way he can still make her tremble with desire, the way her heart twirls inside her chest. He reaches her, she stand a little taller, drink in her hand, knuckles brushing his chest as he stands just a tad too close, which – she is certain – is his exact intent. “Lily Evans,” he says, his grin wide, his eyes glued to hers. “James Potter,” she replies, raising an eyebrow in a challenge.

His grin – it seems impossible – widens further, a chuckle escaping his lips as he takes her drink from her hand, brings it to his upturned mouth and tips back its contents completely. His Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes stay on hers, teasingly almost, and heat swirls in her stomach, catching her almost off-guard in its intensity. She decides to take control over the situation, her heart pounding inside her chest at his proximity. She hasn’t been this close to him since their Hogwarts days and it was far too distracting to be once again. “So, what have you been up to?” she asks cheekily, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Chasing gullible, unsuspecting witches all over Britain and breaking their hearts in the process?" He cocks his eyebrow, places his free hand on her waist, leans in a little and tells her, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear: "No. There's only one witch I've cared for my entire life and you know it." It is evident from the way he speaks that he means to imply she is the witch he speaks of and she wants to tell him she hadn’t known, but she - thankfully - doesn’t get a chance. (Speaking is the last thing she wants to waste her time on.) “What do you want, Evans?” he asks her, his nose brushing against her cheekbone. “What is it you were looking at me for just now?” You make me go wild, she wants to say, but she can’t. Instead, she rests her palm on his lower abdomen, his breath hitching as she does, his pupils dilating, his fingers twitching against her side, digging into the curve of her waist. Wild, she thinks again, I am wild for you, James Potter. If only he had mastered the art of Legilimency, it would make her life so much easier.“Please just say it,” he whispers then and she wonders for a moment if he can, in fact, read minds. But she decides it must just be that he can read her, that he knows her far too well to know that she's got something on her mind. “I don’t want to be wrong, I don’t think I could take it if I am.” Her hand inches up, wraps around the back of his neck, pulls his face down to hers. Their noses bump against the other's, their lips so close that the slightest movement will bring them together and end the agony they have both been experiencing for years. “I want to regret you no longer,” she confesses. “Regret me?” his lips brush against hers as the question rolls off his tongue. "What is there to regret?" “So much, James, so much that I can barely breathe –” He silences her, his lips pressed against hers firmly now, his arm hooking firmly around her waist, pulling her up against him. She hears the party around them go wild, cheering as they lock lips, but she can’t focus on any of it. Wild, she thinks over and over. For you, I am wild. She reckons, judging by the incessant press of his lips against hers, the way he seems all too happy not to ever stop what has just been started, that he is too.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Parts 4 to 8 are here! Go read!

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 4 to 8

Part 4 to 8 of The Platonic Roommate Chronicles, a collection of Jily Microfics, has been posted just now. Part 4 starts HERE!

“I think we should have sex.”

He promptly choked on his tea.

“Excuse me?”

“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”

Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren't in lust or love.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Parts 9 and 10 are here! This is not a drill! @wearingaberetinparis

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 9 and 10

Two more of these, @jilymicrofics! Part 9

Prompt: Jest

Word Count: 898 Words

Read HERE!

Part 10

Prompt: Wine

Word Count: 905 Words

Read HERE!

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

All the angst but beautifully written 😭 how can you do that in just ten minutes??

@wearingaberetinparis

CW: character deaths

@jilymicrofics, a very angsty drabble that I wrote in ten minutes and don’t know if I should post, but here we go.

338 words - Prompt: Silence

When the ultimate betrayal had taken place, all that was left was silence.

The rubble of the home that had once contained joyful, gurgling laughter, that had been filled to the brim with only the lightest and warmest of magic, that had been swarmed with spells of the protective kind, nothing less than a horror scene now. One that caused chills of the worst sort to run up and down your spine, that made you feel sick, that caused you to lose any final stray strand of faith left in your heart.

A young man - barely older than twenty - stared up unseeing - glasses cracked, hair standing up on all ends - at the ceiling, wand having fallen from his fingers, which reached in its direction still. His body blocked the stairs, yet his act of protection had not done what he had hoped.

Up the stairs, in a child’s bedroom, lay a similarly aged redhead on her side, her eyes closed, the colour of her hair a stark contrast to the spectral one of her skin. She was so beautiful even in everlasting sleep that one could be forgiven to think she might wake up from her slumber soon.

Next to her sat a little boy, staring - wide-eyed - at the female figure beside him, two of his fingers lingering at the corner of his mouth, tips of them having just slid from between his lips, before he reached over, patting her cold cheek with his little palm, a soft noise that was a mixture of “mamma” and “dadda” escaping him.

Nothing met his gesture but the silence that hung like a shroud over the house and after a few additional nudges, a crawling over on all fours, he nestled his tiny body against the woman’s, a soft wail escaping him.

For a long time, all there was left was silence, but then the sound of a motorbike interrupted its peace and quiet, sounds of desperate grief soon overtaking the stillness that had followed death.

[jilychallenge2023]

Whoot!! 🫶🏽

February 2023 Jily Challenge

@jilychallenge2023 Written for the February 2023 Jily Challenge. I was partnered with the lovely @carlav-blogs!

I finished this just in time for March, would you look at that! I hope you'll enjoy this bit of fluff. Read you're in my head, you're in my blood HERE!

[jilychallenge]

WHOOP WHOOP

glitter in the sky, i'm spinning out waiting for you

Read my March Jily Challenge fic for @jilychallenge HERE! My sincere apologies for posting this a day late. I needed - as you will have seen if you follow me here - a bit of a break this week.

For her thirtieth birthday, Marlene McKinnon and Mary McDonald gift Lily Evans the thrill of a lifetime: a tandem skydive. What no one expected? For Lily to end up in the hospital as a result with her ankle covered in soul marks.

A Jily Soul Mark AU written for the March 2023 Jily Challenge

I was partnered with the lovely @abihastastybeans this month! ❤️

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Beware the angst but way another instalment of this genius! @wearingaberetinparis

who am i to keep you down?

"For fuck's sake," muttered Marlene as she exited the Gryffindor locker room and spotted her waiting outside of it. The girl rolled her eyes, looking rather worse for wear after the intense Quidditch match against Slytherin they'd just painstakingly won. That wasn't to say that the Gryffindor Quidditch Team had gotten out unscathed. The opposite, truly, for as soon as the team's players had hit the ground, a brawling match - wizards and witches, Slytherin ones included, truly were more like Muggles than they would ever want or care to realise - had started and he - the one she felt an intense urgency to check on - had left the Quidditch pitch with a bloodied face and bruised right hand. 

"Is he in there still?" she asked, ignoring her friend's clear disapproval.

“You’re digging your own grave here, Evans,” the other girl muttered, shaking her head. When it became clear that Lily was not to be dissuaded, however, she added: “He’s in there, yeah. All by himself.”

Written for @jilymicrofics. Prompt: Shadow Word Count: 2363 Read it HERE! This is poorly edited, but I promised that I would post another part to this Jily Microfic and I like to keep them as much as I can. Beware the angst.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

A lovely silly little jilymicrofic from @wearingaberetinparis ! Be sure to read the whole thing on AO3 and give it some kudos!

@jilymicrofics Prompts: Snub | Tumble | Snap | Resist | Hover Word Count: 1032

“He is snubbing me,” Lily complained to Remus, who dutifully stood vigil beside her. (Here rests Lily Evans. Cause of Death: James Potter.) He was a good friend, Remus. Much better than the Head Boy and Gryffindor Quidditch Captain was turning out to be and she had thought – as James had gotten up from the Gryffindor table to get ready for his match against Hufflepuff that morning – that she had very clearly expressed her friendly intent to him by pecking him on the cheek and wishing him the very best of luck. “I’m not so sure,” Remus spoke slowly, gauging her response as he went on, “if he’s snubbing you per se. It’s my impression he’s trying not to tumble.” Lily snorted at that. “He’s incredibly gifted athletically. If anyone frequently loses their footing, it would be me.” “Peter too,” Remus supplied. “Peter too,” she acquiesced, sipping her Butterbeer as she did, eyes not leaving the very personification of the life of the party.

Read more on AO3.

[jilymicro-oops-deactivated]

It’s complete!!!!!! 😍

Wait… it’s complete!!!!!!!!! 🫨

Complete: The Platonic Roommate Chronicles

Here we go! A completed @jilymicro-oops fic written using @jilymicrofics prompts! You can read Part Twenty-Two to Twenty-Four HERE or start from the very beginning HERE!

Thank you for all your love and support as I wrote this silly, little fic. I truly couldn't do any of this without you guys!

“I think we should have sex.”

He promptly choked on his tea.

“Excuse me?”

“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”

Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren't in lust or love.

[jilychallenge]

WHAT A DAY!!! another one :-)

April Jily Challenge: If You Knew Who Was Talking

Fic written for the April @jilychallenge, loosely based on the prompt: “Haha if we lived together you would get more sleep because I would always make you come to bed with me.” “Haha, if you lived with me, we would get very little sleep, Hahahahaha.”

Word Count: 6532 Words

hopelessly_devoted and genuinely-conflicted form each other’s support system online, cheering one another on as they battle their way through an unrequited (and most definitely unwanted) crush on the person their parents are trying to set them up with.

In the real world, James Potter and Lily Evans find themselves hopelessly devoted and genuinely conflicted when battling their persistent infatuation with the last person they would have ever liked to fall for, stubbornly fighting their family’s and friends’ convictions that they were born to be together.

If only they knew who was talking.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Part 12 🎉🥳

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part Twelve

Prompt: Hurl Word Count: 1223 @jilymicrofics

Read Part Twelve: Lily of The Platonic Roommate Chronicles HERE!

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

You some how magically knew we needed this today! @wearingaberetinparis

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 11

I'd wanted to write Part 12 tonight too, but I was too tired. Enjoy Part 11, though, which can be read HERE!

(If it's poorly edited, it'll be my fried brain. I'm sorry, people!) @jilymicrofics - Prompt: Gutter / Word Count: 1210

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Oh this one from @wearingaberetinparis is soooooo good!

Regency Style Jily Microfic

@jilymicrofics

Prompt: Pity Word Count: 907 “Miss Evans,” he breathed, holding his hat in his hands, his chest heaving from exertion after braving the journey from Peverell Palace to Gryffindor House. His manner was uneasy, his eyes darting all over her face as if he were looking for signs of her own unrest. “I’ve just heard the news, I –” he opened and closed his mouth, as if not knowing what to say. “You have?” she asked him. “And here I thought I might be able to surprise you for once, Mr Potter. Alas, again you are my superior in every way possible –” her cheeks glowed despite the gloomy April air that had caused goosebumps to rise on her arms a moment before he had arrived. She hoped one look in her direction did not rouse his suspicions. She had guarded her secret – the depth of her feelings for him – so carefully in the past months, she did not wish to fail in this final moment. He took her gloved hand in his then, holding it to his heart, startling her and causing her eyes to widen significantly. Her heart beat wildly inside her chest. “Miss Evans, I must say –” the expression on his face was pained, “– while I’m sure it will seem impossible now, time will heal all wounds and –” he swallowed, “– I hope that perhaps in time, your heart will learn to love once more, that it might carry the affection it has known again –” She frowned slightly, his words a riddle to her. “He truly is an abominable scoundrel, but – rest assured – he will soon be gone and –”

“Mr Potter,” she started, understanding dawning all of a sudden, “I’m not –” her heart fluttered at the warmth he showed her, at the regard he took to what he had assumed to be the truth of her innermost feelings, “ – you are very kind, but you are also mistaken, I have no regrets and wish the happy couple nothing but the very best –” He took a small step towards her, squeezed her hand that was so warmly placed in his own. “You are too good,” he almost whispered. “Miss Evans, he did not deserve you –” She was certain she blushed now. “I do not deserve your pity –” “Pity?” he sounded alarmed. “I have nothing but the deepest and warmest compassion for your situation for I am so well-acquainted myself with a love unrequited –” “Is it?” He stilled almost, wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue and this emboldened her. “Unrequited, I mean. How can you be sure that the lady you hold in such high esteem may not love you as you do her –” He dropped her hand, turned away slightly. “I have long lost all hope –” “Then I must pity you, Mr Potter –” He started to pace, hands curled around the brim of his hat. “I’m not here to talk about my own misfortune, I am here to tell you that Mr Diggory has been a most foul creature indeed, engaging your attentions so –” Her eyebrows rose, the question on her lips before she could stop to think about it. “Do you envy him?” “In every respect when it comes to you!” Time seemed to have stopped at his declaration and so had her heart. She watched him as he came to the realisation of what he had just revealed. He turned to her, spluttered out an apology, fully and completely horrified to note the impropriety of his conduct. “Miss Evans, I do so sincerely apologise, I had not meant to startle you so –” She was the one to move towards him this time, her fingers resting gently on his elbow as she said: “You did not, Mr Potter,” her voice was barely more than a whisper as he looked down on her, seemingly entranced by her very presence. “It appears that I am right to pity you for it seems that you have far too long been misguided –” “Do not remind me,” he spoke with anguish, “of the folly of my hoping you might ever return my feelings –” She stopped him by raising herself on her tiptoes and placing her lips – ever so softly, ever so hesitantly, ever so anxiously – against his, her heartbeat louder than it had ever been as it pounded through her veins. She let herself fall back, avoided his gaze for sheer nerves. “I have never loved Mr Diggory,” she confessed. “It’s you who has been on my mind for the longest of time, even if I didn’t know it at first or recognise its meaning for what it was –”   His hand now curled around her cheek and he brought her eyes up to his, noted the brilliance of the smile that played at his lips. “Could you be –?” he asked. “Are you certain –?” She very nearly scoffed, but didn’t want him to question the feelings that she harboured for him so dearly yet again. “Pity me, Mr Potter, for I am fully at your mercy.”

His kiss was all she had ever needed and more than she could have ever imagined herself wanting.

[jilymicrofics-deactived]

Hell yeah! @wearingaberetinparis

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 14 to 16

Final update of the day for The Platonic Roommate Chronicles! Read Part 14 to 16 HERE (link to Part 14).

Part 14 | Prompt: Grief | Word Count: 1203

Part 15 | Prompt: Prediction| Word Count: 853

Part 16 | Prompt: Abbey | Word Count: 965

@jilymicrofics