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I know that your probably really busy and I'm sorry for being an annoyance but I really love ur blog and your fics. Also if it's not too much of a bother could you write a fic where Alice kicks lily Marlene and someone else out of the dormitory early in the morning to get ready for her date with frank and so the girls are left outside of the dormitory in just their pjs and of course lily is wearing an oversized t shirt and knickers and the marauders see them. Written in james pov bc he is a dork

NO STOP YOU’RE NOT AN ANNOYANCE. I hope this is reasonable oops.

a continuation of this

Alice sat at the mirror, straight-backed. Rubbing her ruby lips together for the thousandth time, she tried out a nervous smile. Dorcas stood behind her, deftly pinning her curls into place. She held out her hand silently as Alice obediently passed another clip. Mary was sprawled on her bed, her pale face reddening as she tipped her upper body upside-down off the edge. Lily and Marlene sat cross-legged on either side of an impressive collection of sugar quills.

“Hagrid’s not the only giant at school, if you know what I mean.”

Lily nodded grudgingly, and Marlene smirked as she picked a purple one out of the pile. 

“Can I have one?” Mary’s voice inquired from the other side of the bed.

“Earn it,” Marlene said with a loud smack on hers.

“Where’d you get them from, anyway?”

“Nicked it from Sirius.” Marlene shrugged.

Lily thought for a bit. “Wanna make some magic together, Alice? My wand is at the ready.”

Marlene snorted, tossing Lily a red sugar quill. Alice glared at her through the reflection in the mirror.

Mary sat up and cleared her throat. “Been using the Petrificus on me? Because you’re making me stiff.”

Alice gagged. Lily laughed. “Awful. Try again.”

“Fine. I’ve been Whomping my Willow thinking about you.”

Marlene looked at Lily, who shrugged. “Bearable.”

Mary gave Lily a shove before bursting into laughter. She sifted through the lot, settling on a green one.

Lily deepened her voice. “I must have had some Felix Felicis, because I think I’m about to get lucky.”

“That’s it.” Alice stood up abruptly. “That’s it. OUT.”

Dorcas had collapsed with laughter, gripping the back of the chair with white knuckles. Lily grinned, helping herself to three. Marlene rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.

Alice crossed her arms. “Out.” She looked down. “You too, Doe.”

“I’m doing your hair!” She protested, pulling herself off the floor.

“You just said you finished. I can do my makeup myself.”

Mary swiped at her eye with the back of her hand, unable to contain another snort from escaping her. “We’re just trying to make you feel better…”

With surprising force, Alice grabbed the four girls, hurling them out of the room.

“…about how Frank’s gonna SLYTHERIN TONIGHT!”

The door slammed in their faces, but not before Lily caught Alice’s escaped laughter as she turned away. She turned to Mary, handing her a quill. “You earned it.”

-

James recognized the high peal of laughter before it even properly registered in his mind. Lily. He’d know her anywhere.

Pathetic.

Hearing her, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Also pathetic.

“Now what?” He heard another voice ask. Marlene? Dorcas, maybe?

“She’ll be done soon enough. God, I’m freezing.” Lily.

Ducking through the open entry, the Marauders encountered a group of four girls by the stone staircase that lead up to the girls’ dorms. Dorcas sat high on the stairs, rolling her eyes. A few steps down sat Mary, bright red with laughter. Standing against the wall was Marlene, arms crossed, and…

Lily.

In a Quidditch shirt.

His Quidditch shirt.

He didn’t dare look lower.

Lily noticed him looking, and her eyebrows rose. “Oh,” she said, crossing her arms. “I forgot to give this back.”

“’sfi-fine,” he mumbled, kicking himself mentally. Losing coherency was a new low for him.

Sirius frowned at the girls. “Where’d you get those sugar quills?”

“Honeydukes’.” Marlene replied smoothly. James didn’t notice Mary glance sideways at her as he stared into Lily’s green eyes.

He could get lost in those eyes. Those eyes were safe. Looking at those eyes meant they weren’t looking at other things. Like what she was wearing. Or not wearing. NoJamesfuckSTOP. He did notice her looking back at him a little weirdly, but he kept his eyes trained on her face.

But no. She was looking at him weirdly, like she was expecting him to say something. He should say something, since he was staring at her like a creep, which was actually kind of what he was trying not to be. Say something.

“I like-” he started.

“Ow!”

Marlene’s arm flailed out suddenly, knocking the remaining wrapped sugar quill out of Lily’s hand. As Lily rubbed her hand and glared at Marlene, James instinctively bent to pick it up for her.

Curse mum and her Good Manners.

As he looked down, his eyes trailed the length of her endless legs, and he got that distinct, uncomfortable feeling where you want to throw up and giggle at the same time. Pale and smooth, they crossed over casually as Lily leaned back on the wall again, tugging his shirt over her thighs. Under which she was wearing knickers. Fuck.

James averted his eyes as he handed the quill back to Lily, who blushed and muttered a thanks. James let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as he took a shaky step back.

Remus glanced at James, then cleared his throat loudly. “We’ve got to get on with our Potions homework.”

“We don’t have any-”

“Yes we do, Peter. We have Potions homework.”

With that, he nodded to the girls before turning to go up the boys’ stairs, with the rest of the somewhat confused Marauders following. They made it to the top of the stairs, when…

A “You’re like Skele-Gro; you’re growing me a bone.” was followed by an almighty THUMP and a muffled oof.

James looked down, and slowly closed his eyes.

He could die.

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🐍Lily but make it slytherin 🐍

@thequibblah is working on a slytherin!lily oneshot and i can’t wait to read it 😍

check out the playlist for the fic, it’s so good!!

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@chdarling so basically just chapter 37 of Dark Marks

“On the Street Where You Live” from the My Fair Lady soundtrack is one of the most James Potter songs on the entire planet

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Lily 🌼

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*body slams j*r and reclaims these 5 as my own*

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message for the love of my life

To whoever nominated my fic Prove It (Monster Mash) for the @jilyawards:

You may never see this, but THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES OVER! It is incomprehensible to me that anyone would read my silly little fic, nevermind that they would take the time to nominate it for favorite au and favorite oneshot. So just know that you are a star, a gem, and everything in between. 

If you need me I’ll be ascending to a higher plane of existence. 

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falling

Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans Potter)

James taught her how to fall. 

Word Count: 1,360

Read on ao3     Masterlist

Thump.

It was the sound of James’s body hitting the ground, gracelessly. 

James had taught her how to fall the summer after they graduated and both joined the Order. He thought it would be important for her to know, in case she ever needed to fall to the ground from a distance. 

“It’s just so you either don’t die or you break something that isn’t going to immobilize you,” he said, his broom in his hand. “It also comes in handy when dueling, too. Like if you don’t have time for a shield charm, sometimes falling is the only thing you can do.”

“So what? You’re going to make me go twenty feet up in the air and then fall?” she asked. James gave her a look. 

“We’re going to practice with our feet on the ground first,” he said.

He taught her how to tuck herself in and roll, making sure she didn’t hurt her wrists or her wand. They practiced with dueling, James sending simple stunning spells that Lily had to fall to get away from. She was covered in bruises by the time they were done, purple staining her skin like the kisses he sucked on her neck late at night. 

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Jily <3

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ugh ig I drew them again 🙄🙄

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marauder era girls part 2 - lily !

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@joyseuphoria​ this is the post

@mabeltothknows​ the fact that I was worshipping at your feet before you had even posted your fics speaks volumes. 

Some people over here low-key judging Lily like they only ever get it on in silk sheets and fields of daisies while candlesticks play instrumental Ed Sheeran on tiny violins #alleycat

I cherish my anon messages so, so much 🤣

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Hahaha @chdarling I remember you reblogging this post like a year ago and at the time my innocent self was like what in the world is el tango de roxanne? And then no joke I spent the next two weeks listening exclusively to that song and now seeing this post again I feel like a war veteran looking on like yes, I've been through the trenches, I've experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

in el tango de roxanne when the narcoleptic argentinian goes “ROOOOOOXANNE” and ewan mcgregor is like “WHYYYYY DOES MY HEART CRY” and the violins are just freaking out in the background that’s the most intense moment in film history

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I AM CRYING YOU ARE A GEM THIS IS THE CANON JILY ANTHEM EVERYONE ELSE CAN SHUT UP

I'm so sorry you keep getting these shitty messages from people but on the bright side, that person who reblogged with the insane rant about James used the word "Snater" which has to be the funniest thing I've ever seen. Proud to say I'll be calling myself a Snater from now on.

why is the only thing running through my head right now:

🎶he was a snater boy, she said see you later boy🎶

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Saturday request! I would love to see your take on a casually hot James Potter and Lily eyeing him like 👀

Hi babeeeeee

Today requests without colours sorry 😩

Hope it’s fine thoooo ♥️

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Have a Jily treat

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Someone call an ambulance for me

85 + 14 :)))

85: Innocent Physical Contact

14: Bodyguard AU

oh, @crazyrebelscarves you got me good with this one, you really did...

He was nowhere, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

An arm around her waist; the cushion of a palm cradling the back of her skull. His chest pressed to hers, tucking her face into the collar of his button-down. The passive knowledge of him crowding her space—the only sensation left as the world crumbled. As a thunder-clap boom shook the earth, bringing chunks of ceiling down like crushing stalactites, sending dust flying like the air itself suddenly solidified into particles of debris.

Coughing, then, as the world crystallized. It took her a moment to realize it was her own; a muscular impulse from her spasming lungs, full of smoke and hacking saliva.

A few realizations came when her surroundings—the hotel lobby where Dad was set to give his speech in a few minutes—shuttered back into hazy focus.

First, that she was on the ground. Either that, or the entire world had tilted; but judging by the feeling of an expensive Oriental rug underneath her back and the fact that her legs were currently flat out in front of her and not supporting her weight, she'd wager the former.

Second, that she someone had set off some odd sort of alarm, one that carried in a single, unchanging note, so loud that it drowned out all other noise in the room. It sounded like how those heart-rate monitors always did on the telly after someone died—high-toned and ringing. Ceaseless.

Third, that she was in a good amount of pain.

That one came when she blinked and tried to extricate herself from the weight atop her, only to cry out noiselessly and drop back into the prone position she'd started in. Ow. Not a good idea.

But then, without warning, the weight shifted, freeing her arms a bit and giving her a bit of room to move; not that she wanted to, with the recently-set precedent of pain that action would bring.

Then the weight was James, his face only about ten centimeters from her own, tendrils of his ever-messy raven hair dangling down over his forehead. He was above her, she decided. She was on the ground and he was above her, and he was—for some reason—mouthing words at her. His lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Only the ringing alarm, the cutting sharpness of it. One single note. Wobbling and distorting as her head shifted. Was that how notes worked?

Awareness, in this moment, belated and swimming. Poorly formed.

There was no alarm. Her ears were ringing. She tried hard to focus on James's mouth; ignore the dirt streaked across his cheekbone. Was that blood on his forehead? His, hers?

Noise begun to filter in, as well; almost like it was waiting for her to recognize its absence. A fickle, petty thing. Clawing for attention when there was so much else going on. The air was still gray. The ceiling was...not really the ceiling anymore.

She scrunched her nose, as though that might drive the barrage of new noise away; it came too much, too fast. She nearly preferred the ringing, nearly missed it as it began to fade.

"—you hear me? Lily? Say something!"

He wasn't mouthing words, after all.

She tried to answer him—really, she did—but all her body could do was cough and spit. His eyes were wide, wild; he braced one arm next to her head—he'd just gotten that shirt pressed, she'd complimented it that morning, and now there was a hole by the elbow—and brought the other wrist to his mouth. There was a cut on his lip.

"Chaser One—this is Chaser One—Nightingale compromised. I need transport to the lobby and medical on-site ASAP. And I want this place locked down. Now."

"Ja—" another cough, but minute progress. She would take what she could get. "Jam—"

His attention, unwavering; back on her face. Eyes still wild. "Lily?" He repeated. He placed the other arm on the opposite side of her head. His entire body caged her in, blocking her from the rest of the room, and for some reason, she felt completely safe; even knowing (as she now did) that someone had just set off a bomb at her father's campaign speech. "Lily, can you tell me what hurts?"

"Dad, a-and Mum…"

"They're alright," he said quickly, almost brusquely. "You were coming out first. Remember? You were going to introduce your father to the crowd. But I need you to tell me what hurts."

A quick self-assessment. What did hurt? Everything hurt.

"Right leg," she whimpered, as the truth of it became unignorable. "And my left wrist. I-I think it's—it's broken…"

"Fuck," he swore, which he rarely ever did. Usually, she would tease him for it. "Alright—I'm going to carry you out of here."

Carry her? But what about—

"But what about you?"

He shook his head and scowled. "I'm fine," he said, though he didn't sound happy about it. Like he was angry to be alright when she wasn't.

"Are you sure—"

"Lily." He cut her off with a heated look. There was something behind his eyes, hard and determined, but with something else lying underneath. Her head was too cottony to decipher. "I'm getting you out of here and into an ambulance. End of story."

Lily swallowed (and winced, though she hoped he didn't notice). An ambulance sounded nice, actually. A gurney and morphine. Sounded better than Aruba or the Maldives at the moment.

"Okay," she whispered, and he nodded, leaning back on his heels to slip an arm under the small of her back (carefully, so carefully) and another under her knees.

It only took him a matter of seconds to get her off the ground and start toward the emergency exit. He spoke to her along the way, telling her how well she was doing, how soon they'd be in an ambulance.

"James?" She interrupted him mid-sentence, and he turned to look at her, eyes scanning. The door was only a few meters away, now.

"Yeah?"

"Those fuckers didn't even let me do my speech."

He laughed, which made her smile. Her goal achieved. Something about this day that wasn't completely terrifying.

If he squeezed the skin of her calf playfully as he pushed the double-door open with his shoulder, it was only to boost her spirits. To keep up morale. Innocent. Professional, even.