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Jily but make it medieval yearning 🧡✨⭐
I have been organising a medieval marauders collaboration and finally we can show all the art.
I also made a fanzine that you can download on my Ko-fi 🧡 all the money will be donated to charity for the support of the trans community 🧡
⭐Check all the amazing artwork from this Collab ⭐#onceuponatime_artcollab
@greenmoonie @muddycrows @animatanaa @bypapens @boobooart_ @peachrtistic @cathemyx @moonstainn_@inthe_echo @sybillgray@fircbolts @radiocained @canissmajor_ @tolovethemoony
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jily romcom au (bc james singing can’t take my eyes off you is inevitable)
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Chapter 28: Stars Above You
James has a busy month.
Read on AO3 -- FFN.
Read from the start.
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chapter 2
Lily Evans loves James Potter in a world that demands she doesn’t, in a world in the midst of war. When the reality of what is to come settles over her, she realizes the only way to keep him safe is to pretend she never loved him—and pretend well enough that he starts believing it himself.
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Gilded
by charmingwillow
Summary:
Beneath her jumper, her heart was fluttering fast. Her free hand rubbed at the spot, willing it to calm. Her eyes ached from all the nights she spent awake, unable to sleep because it hadn’t calmed in days. Weeks.
She knew why; beneath her fingertips, under the soft cotton of her sweater, her skin tingled. She knew without seeing that the spot above her heart sparkled faintly with gold, like stars spinning in the cosmos. Scattered and dancing around a name that wouldn’t quite focus. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying.
Someone, somewhere, was falling in love with her. They were close enough that Lily could feel a tug of alignment if she concentrated enough.
Or, Lily and James go on a walk in the forest.
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a jily microfic: May 4th - Grand
word count: 2,851 - @jilymicrofics
“And she said nothing. Nothing!” James slammed his fist into his pillow for the fourth time since beginning the story. He sat cross-legged on his bed, Sirius sprawled next to him. Remus was behind Sirius at the foot of the four-poster, with Peter looking up at them from the floor. His friends had listened diligently as he told them what he’d seen in the corridor, how he’d waited in the common room for Lily to return, how the hickeys on her neck had broken him in two.
“We heard you screaming from all the way up here.” Peter broke the thrumming silence, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry, Prongs.”
James went red at the thought. He hadn’t meant to get so heated, hadn’t meant to lose it so completely, but it had been an hour of replaying every detail over and over in his mind before she finally showed up, sailing into the common room so casually, as if she hadn’t just imploded his entire world. “Thanks,” he said dully, glancing over at Remus and Sirius to check for their responses.
Remus caught his eye and shook his head. “Mate, I’m sorry…” he echoed Peter, but James could feel the rest of his words hanging in the air.
“What?”
Remus flinched. “It’s just…I mean, she’s clearly going through something. I don’t think she’s trying-”
“Moony, no, fuck that!” Sirius finally cut in, sitting up suddenly and glaring at Remus. “Everyone’s dad dies at some point, it doesn’t give her a free pass to destroy someone!”
“I didn’t say it did, Sirius, I was just trying-”
“To defend her! After she used our best mate for sex and tossed him aside like a - no offense, Prongs - like a fucking ratty toy she’d finished playing with! It’s one thing to do it to some idiot Hufflepuff who’s just trying to get laid but she knows how James feels, I mean, this was-”
James cut off his tirade, his skin burning. “Padfoot, stop.” He shoved his hands behind his glasses and rubbed his eyes until they ached.
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Love Is A Lie - A Jily Micro-Oops

Love Is A Lie (And Other Sh*t My Friends Say To Help Me Get By) is a challenge I've set for myself for the next 45 days. I aim to post a Jily Microfic a day for the next month-and-a-half. Thank you for the prompts @jilymicrofics. This fic will, though, be a @jilymicro-oops fic, because it will have 45 chapters of roughly 1000 words, written from both Lily's as well as James' POV. Read the first based on the prompt "alcohol" HERE.
The end had been unexpected. A fight, a screaming match, accusations thrown back and forth. She hadn’t seen it coming, but now – looking back on it – it seemed inevitable. James Potter and Lily Evans had quite simply never been meant to be. Forty-five days of heartbreak hit different ‘cause it’s you. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Hit Different”.
Also, thank you to Taylor Swift for always inspiring me to write!
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is it selfish of me to ask for a Perspective Flip for the way you left me after begging you to write a whole-ass companion fic for it? if so, perhaps you'd be up for BTS?
Not at all selfish, my dear! I decided to do a perspective flip for the scene where Lily and James meet for the first time after his return...
It was strange, being back out in the real world. A bustling cafe, somewhere that seemed familiar—maybe they’d been here before. He couldn’t remember. Possibly, didn’t want to.
They’d sat down at a table in the corner, ordered their drinks; she’d asked if he fancied a piece of cake, probably prompted by the fact that none of his old clothes fit him properly anymore and he looked like he was drowning in them. Not that there’d been many of his old clothes left, just a few odds and ends that Sirius had kept hold of, unable to explain why. (“It just…seemed like the right thing to do,” his friend had said, uncharacteristically helpless, as he’d emptied a box of jeans and jumpers onto the bed in his spare room. “I couldn’t just…” He didn’t finish his sentence. They both knew what he meant, anyway.)
But his appetite was still next to zero, so he’d declined the offer, politely, as if they were two people who didn’t really know each other. As if she was the sort of person he made small talk with.
While they waited for the drinks to arrive, she’d tried to chat; he could see the effort it required, the strain around her eyes. She looked exhausted. She looked sad. And he wanted more than anything to reach out, to thread his fingers through hers, to brush that sadness away with his thumb or his lips, like he used to. Like he’d always thought he would be able to.
But he didn’t. He just kept his hands, shaking ever so slightly (as they had been since his ‘return’, and as his Healers said they probably would for a while), in front of him. Away from her.
Their drinks arrived, the first sip scalding, but he didn’t mind. It felt like a reminder that he was still present, that he wasn’t back there, in the dark, lost to everyone and everything. She sat there, staring down at her mug, and he wasn’t sure he could bear the silence for a second longer—couldn’t stand to see the guilt writ large across her lovely, sad face. “I don’t blame you, you know.” Lily looked up, and he was determined to hold her gaze, however much it hurt. “For moving on,” he continued. “You thought—you all thought I was dead.” He tried for a smile, the best he could manage in the circumstances. “I might as well have been.”
Apparently, these words weren’t as much of a comfort as he’d intended. She looked agonised, pursing her lips together as if to fight back some errant emotion. When she spoke, she sounded like a different person. Maybe this was who she was, now; maybe, after the pain and grief and struggle of these years gone by, she was a different person. Because she had to be.
“I’m sorry…” she murmured.
She was clearly ramping up for an outpouring of guilt; he shook his head. “Sirius told me…how hard it was.” He took a sip of his tea, something to anchor him. He didn’t like to linger on the memory of that conversation, sitting in Sirius’ flat and hearing about how he had broken the love of his life, how she’d nearly been destroyed by the grief. The days when Sirius feared she would have lost the thread tethering her to them all, too frayed to hold on to; the days when even just a key in the lock would make her sob, because it wasn’t him.
He hadn’t known true heartache until that moment.
“So I’m…I’m glad you could find some happiness, again.”
Silence fell as they both absorbed his words. She didn’t look happy, in that moment, sitting there clutching onto a mug of tea as if her life depended on it. And maybe he could convince himself that she wasn’t, that she’d just been filling time until he came back from the dead. That she hadn’t found happiness, fulfilment, love, with another man.
But what was the point in fooling himself? Pretending changed nothing. Her unhappiness now, here, was something different, he knew that. Something he wished he could take from her, to ease her load, but knew, ultimately, that he couldn’t.
That wasn’t his job anymore.
“Sirius gave you the full update?” she asked.
He nodded. “As much as I could cope with, anyway.” He chewed on his lower lip, a painful wash of memories sweeping over him. “Pete…”
It wasn’t a sentence he could finish, but she seemed to understand why. She’d lived it, too, of course—she’d just had longer to get used to the idea than he had.
Not that he was sure that any amount of time would help him understand that level of betrayal. A different kind of heartbreak than the one sitting across from him, wearing an engagement ring, just out of reach.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said. “It’s—”
He watched as a tear slipped, unacknowledged, down her cheek. He had to fight against the instinct to brush it away, to draw her close. It was like fighting against something as natural as breathing, but he did it anyway. For her, and for him.
“It’s so good to see you,” she finished, and he nodded, because he didn’t know what else to do.
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Sometimes she can't help but feel like this...thing with James has been years in the making. Then she tells herself that's ridiculous.
Rated E.
Playlist ☙ Beginning ☙ Chapter 2
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chapter 13 on AO3
Lily has always loved Christmas time.
Often as a child, Cokeworth’s perpetually gray hue was washed a clean snow-covered white. The snow felt fresh, offered brightness, and increased the joy of Christmas.
That isn’t to say every year was always perfect. In recent years, as she and Petunia’s relationship strained, her enjoyment of the holiday suffered as well. But dwelling on that, especially in the face of what is her current reality, does Lily no favors. She decides to be optimistic instead.
Even if this particular Christmas brings a new, unusual-for-the-season emotion: nervousness.
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