#domestic jily

[broadwaycantdie]

[aithusarosekiller]

Mary is scared of cats so her and Lily never get one but Lily LOVES them, meaning whenever her wife goes missing, Mary immediately knows that she's broken into James and Reg's house to fuss over their two cats like a doting auntie

She has a spare key so she can go and see them whenever she wants even if they're not in

Every so often they'll go over to have dinner as a four and her and Reg will end up on the living room floor with the cats while James and Mary catch up in the kitchen

Mary: I'm going with Cas to see Marls and Reg play this weekend, to want a ticket?

Lily: nah, I'm seeing my babies

Mary: you're missing Regulus' semi-final match to go and fuss over his cats?

Lily: yup

Mary: you're missing Marlene's semi-final quidditch match? She'll kill you

Lily: ...yeah, on second thoughts-

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“good morning,” lily said, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she came into the kitchen, right as james set the breakfast on the table.

“morning!” he pecked her lightly on the lips, “and morning to you too,” he smiled, putting his lip on lily’s stomach. “how are you feeling?” he said, pulling her chair for her to sit on.

“delightful,” she said ironically, “i almost feel as if i don’t have someone the size of a pineapple in me.” she chuckled, pushing the raspberries in her porridge around. “we should talk about baby names.”

james tapped his chin with his spoon. “if we’re having a boy, i was thinking about henry. since, you know, it’s my grandfather’s name, but your father’s also.”

lily nodded. “and you’re not passing the family tradition on? giving your son his father’s name? harry james has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” she brought a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. “and if we’re having a girl?”

“lily, obviously,” he grinned, “she has to carry her mother’s name. maybe it’ll be the start of her natural intelligence and beauty.”

“please,” lily laughed, “as if you’re bad yourself.”

“yeah, well,” he said, running his hands over lily’s shoulders and lightly squeezing at them into a massage, earning himself a moan of approval from her, “if our son’s carrying our name, our daughter’s carrying yours.”

“alright, alright,” she said, smoothing over her vest and putting her hair up with the green claw hair clip she had left on the table the evening prior, “you should go get ready to leave. dumbledore requested us to be there by eleven, and it’s a quarter to then.”

“are we asking sirius today?” james asked, grabbing his jeans off the floor and pulling them on. “i can’t wait to see his face,” he snickered, buttoning up his shirt.

“if you want to,” lily said, pushing herself out of her chair with a groan, her palm pressed against the table. “reckon he’ll be excited?”

“well, despite his initial reaction to,” james gestured around them, “this whole thing, i think so, yeah. and there’s no one i would trust with my child more than him.” he smiled, reaching his hand out, their fingers interlocking, before they apparated with a loud pop.

[marauderswolf22]

imagine baby harry bieng still a toddler but big enough to understand things, and james showing him his animagus form for the first time (i mean the transformation, not the deer only)

boy would be schocked

and the next time uncle moony and padfoot would came he would be even more shocked that this big silly dog that he pets everyday is sirius

[suzyq31]

Another @jilymicrofics for team Gryffindor! Can easily be a continuation of my previous one. Prompts used: pride and joy.

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The first thing that alerted Lily that things were amiss was the cat racing through the kitchen, ginger tail puffed and making disgruntled yowls. The next was the sound of clattering, and heavy footsteps over the record she had playing softly.

She summoned a towel and dried her hands, moving swiftly towards the direction that Mitsy had come from. Fleetwood Mac faded and the sound of laughter reached her next, easing some of the tension from her shoulders as she rounded the corner into the living room. 

James was chasing after Harry who careened around the sofa astride his toddler broom. The one she had banned from inside use over a month ago. There was also a broken picture frame and glass littering the hardwood floor. Much too close to her son’s socked feet. 

“James!”

Her husband’s head snapped up, a flash of guilt in his eyes. Harry spotted her and the sheer delight on his small face was enough to bring her back from the edge of panic. James was right behind him beaming and waving away the jagged edges of glass with his wand.

Lily crossed her arms. 

“I thought we agreed that the broom would be outdoors only.”

He tugged at his hair, Harry already taking off around the sofa again. “I know…but It’s been raining for days. Poor lad needs an outlet.”

As if in agreement Harry gave a loud shriek of happiness and James’ grin widened. Lily glanced around the sitting room now in complete disarray; tufted cushions on the ground, records spilling out of the cabinet that had clearly been collided with and the last of her summer flowers now strewn across the rug. Last time Harry had knocked over a vase–one of the many Potter heirlooms that filled their home, and Lily had put a stop to the insanity, insisting that brooms were never meant for indoors, no matter how low to the ground they flew.

James’ hands on her waist drew her attention back from the mess and her small child who was still laughing with joy. 

“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”

Her answer was cut off by Harry, who noticed the lack of attention and came barreling towards them. Luckily James' reflexes were quick and with a wave his broom halted right near Lily’s shin. Harry slid forward on the broom, green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. Lily scooped him up before he could fall off and once safe in her arms he gave her a toothy grin. 

“I see you’re inheriting your fathers gift for trouble.”

Harry laughed and said “Da.” 

James smiled proudly, ruffling the matching dark mop of hair that their son had also inherited. “Admit it. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“He’s likely to shave years off my life,” she sighed, before kissing her son’s pudgy cheek, and tilting her head up towards James. “But you’re right.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 16 - prompt 16: Godric’s Hollow [word count 544]

As soon as Lily sat down on the new sofa (a burgundy she was sure clashed with her skin tone and her hair colour but James had loved it so much she hadn’t been able to refuse him) she felt the exhaustion of the day come crashing down on her. She had never been happier to be a witch, because moving all that furniture, old and new, into the lovely little cottage would have been way worse without magic. Instead they had been able to do all that just with their friends and all their wands focused on the effort.

“All settled in, like a lovely little housewife,” Mary had commented before quickly moving out of the way to dodge Lily’s punch.

“I don’t know, it’s all very straight to me,” Marlene had added, dodging Lily’s second punch.

“You’re my best friends, you’re supposed to get me!” she had rolled her eyes.

“I get you!” Remus had called from the stairs, which had prompted both girls to hug her tightly, loudly proclaiming they got her more than any man ever could.

Now that it was evening the house was ready to be lived in. Mary and Marlene had left, the former off to her date, the latter back to her own flat in London where Dorcas had just come back from a visit to her family. Peter too had left, muttering something about his mother not feeling well. It wasn’t the first time she heard him voice his concern for his mother’s health, and she made a mental note to ask him more and check if she could help with something. As for Remus and Sirius they were still there, on the armchair opposite the sofa, both curled up around each other and sound asleep. She smiled at the sight, but ended up yawning right at the moment James walked into the living room, levitating a cup of hot honey and ginger tea towards her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking her up and down. “I told you you should have let us do the heavy load of the work, there was no need for you to exert yourself.”

“I’m pregnant James, not ill,” she shook her head, taking the cup from mid-air. “Thank you.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” James sat by her side, sighing contentedly. “Our own house. Our own place, with our own garden where our son or daughter will learn to walk… What could be better?”

“I can think of something,” Lily took a sip of her tea.

“What? Do you want me to change the living room furniture? Or maybe we could reshuffle the rooms upstairs if you’re not convinced?”

Lily shook her head, interlacing her fingers with her husband’s.

“The house and the garden are perfect, my love,” she said. “The only thing that would make this better, is if these two sleepyheads in front of us decided to buy the cottage next door. We could take out the dividing fence and have an enormous garden for our baby too.”

“That would be so nice,” James smiled, then he scrunched his nose. “Although I’m not sure this place would be the best place for them.”

“It’s Godric’s Hollow, James,” Lily chuckled. “Nothing bad is ever going to happen here.”

[loverscrossmp3]

happy belated, lily. hope you make ur bf laugh a billion times more in the afterlife

[rose-of-the-grave]

Lovebirds

Pairing: Lily x James

Hey everybody, this is for a request. It was supposed to be Jily lives but this takes place only a year after they left Hogwarts. In this AU however, Voldemort never existed and the war will never happen. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: fluff, nicknames, cute banter, kissing, light sexual hint, Jily being sickeningly cute, Jily lives, no voldy au

Word Count: 868

Description: Lily and James visit her parents and when making breakfast, teasing banter ensues.

Taglist: @sylveryfire

It was past midnight when the two of them arrived at the Evans’. By this point Lily's parents had gone to bed.

“Shh!” Lily warned as they crept through the living room. “Careful, the floor has some creeky spots “

Exhausted from a long day of traveling the two of them crashed in her old room. It had been almost a year since they finished Hogwarts and had recently moved in together to a flat in London. Both of them were now visiting to celebrate her parents’ 25th wedding anniversary. Petunia and Vernon were also expected to come but hadn't shown up yet.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, teeth brushed and in pajamas, Lily walked over to the bed where James was already lying in bed. Together they barely fit on the mattress.

“Sorry, I didn't realize it was this small when it was just me.” Lily apologized, holding on for dear life so she didn't slide off.

“It's not a big deal. If anything it gives us more of an excuse to cuddle. Come here.”

Both turning on their sides, facing in the same direction they were finally in a comfortable position. James shuffled backwards so he was as close to the wall as possible to ensure Lily didn't fall off, his arms holding her close.

“Is this better?” He asked softly, his lips lightly grazing her ear.

“Much.” She responded, pushing further back into his far warmer frame. One of the parts about cuddling with James was that he was like a furnace.

He groaned lightly in her ear. “Stop teasing me Lils, we're both far too tired for that.”

She snickered, “Not my fault you can't control yourself around me.”

“Oh, hush.”

There was a pause before they both finally started to fall asleep.

“Good night, Jamie.”

“Good night, Lils”

The next morning they awoke to the sunlight streaming through the window, no curtains in sight.

“Ugh, turn it off.” Lily mumbled.

James laughed before saying, “I smell food.”

Sure enough, once they both got dressed and came downstairs they were greeted by the sight of Petunia eating breakfast.

“Is there any left for us?”James asked jokingly.

Petunia looked over at them, a sour expression on her face. “You can make your own.”

By this point he was used to the cold shoulder, aware of her views on wizards but it still took him by surprise. Shrugging it off he and Lily started searching the kitchen for some food.

“Honey bun?” Lily asked, her head concealed by the cupboard.

Not even thinking about it James responded, “Yeah?” before turning to face her.

Holding a honey bun, Lily's face flushed bright red.”I meant would you like one?”

“Oh yeah sure.”

Turning away he started to make coffee for both of them.

“Sugar?”

Walking over to him she said, “Yes?”

“I was asking if you wanted any in your coffee.”

“Sure.”

Now the both of them just stood there, flustered. Both of them blushing and avoiding eye contact.

From the dining room Petunia exclaimed, disgusted, “Ugh! I hate you two.” Before standing up and walking out of the room. The two of them proceeded to collapse into a fit of giggles.

“That was so your fault!” Lily said.

“My fault? How was I supposed to know there actually were honey buns?!”

“Oh yeah?” Lily said, an eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips. “Well how was I supposed to know you meant sugar as in coffee? You call me that all the time!”

Both of them still laughing, they leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm, you taste like honey.” James said, licking his lip.

They continued snogging, completely unaware of their surroundings until they were interrupted by some pointed coughing.

“Morning Lily, James.”

“Morning Dad, morning Mum.”

“Glad to see that the two of you got in okay, how was the drive?”

“Not too bad, we only got lost once.”

James chuckled, “Only cause you suck at giving directions.”

Gasping, Lily shot back playfully, “Well maybe if you had been listening instead of blasting music you would have heard me!”

“Says the girl who was singing along even louder than I was.”

Lily's parents shook their heads amused by their bickering.

“They are just like us when we were kids.”

“I know, it's like looking into a mirror.”

All of them say at the table to eat breakfast before starting to prepare for the small celebratory dinner they were having at the house. A few of Lily's parents' friends were coming over later. Throughout the dinner Lily observed how in love her parents still were, thinking to herself that she wanted that for herself and James. To grow old and be able to celebrate how happy they were with their kids and friends beside them.

Looking over at James, the two of them shared a look. Not wanting to take away from her parents they were planning on telling them the news the next day, they were engaged! James had asked her only a few days ago but she had wanted to wait to tell them in person.

Taking his hand in hers, she squeezed it gently, mouthing, ‘I love you’.

‘I love you too.’

[itsaash]

Pumpkin Spice

@noots-fic-fests thank you for including this prompt so I can take something that happened in my life and turn it into something decidedly better, ha. Enjoy some fluffy, domestic Jily! And I believe sweater weather Harry was born in March? So he'd be 8 months old the next October

Lily had just wanted to make something nice. Sure, sure, the days are long but the years are short. But when you’re in the thick of having a 8 month old people could just fuck right off with that advice. Because the never ending loop of naptime, nursing, introducing solid food, play time, diaper change, and repeat made some days interminably long. And James was an amazing partner and an even better dad, but the season had started up again, and Lily was not in the groove of solo parenting. She was skidding on one wheel on the edge of the groove threatening to fall over at any moment. 

When she was nursing Harry, cuddling his warm body close, she’d sometimes scroll on her phone and cooking videos were some of her favourites. She’d be lulled by the perfectly aesthetic backdrops and clean kitchens. The process of turning a group of ingredients into something new and amazing. Her feed knew her well and alternated between plans and ideas for baby food, and delicious looking snacks and drinks. Being October, pumpkin everything saturated the videos. Bread, muffins, cookies, stew, coffees, all featuring pumpkin. She didn’t have much time or energy for more time in the kitchen after the essentials of baby food and basic meals. But maybe a pumpkin spice syrup was achievable? 

So after forgetting to get canned pumpkin at the next two grocery store runs, Lily finally remembered and was excited to make something for herself. Harry went down for his afternoon nap, and after stepping carefully to sneak out of his room she went into the kitchen to make the syrup.  The can opener, pumpkin, vanilla, and spices were lined up on the counter, and she measured  the sugar into the water for a double batch. She stirred the sugar in with her little purple whisk and watched it dissolve. She checked the recipe again, ok, it needed to reduce for a while. She turned down the heat and went to the bathroom. 

Then went to move the laundry into the dryer. Shit, that was a pile of clean laundry. The clothes got put away, and she tracked down the new box of trash bags for the garbage in the laundry room that she had emptied the lint trap into. May as well take out the other bathroom garbages while she was at it. Weird, this bathroom smelled bad. She looked around, had a diaper fallen behind the trash can or something? There wasn’t an obvious culprit so Lily finished emptying the bins and brought them all downstairs to the main garbage in the kitchen. 

The kitchen was a haze of smoke. 

“What in the ever loving pumpkin fuck of goddamn stupid pumpkin fucking shit…”

A string of incomprehensible curses continued as Lily dropped the trash bags and raced to the stove to turn off the burner. The water had long since evaporated and the sugar was beyond burned with her cute little whisk melted sadly to the side of the smoking pot. The smell hit her senses like a freight train as she put on an oven mitt and carried the pot outside and left it on the porch, slamming the door just a bit on the way back in. She turned the hood fan all the way up and went around opening every window she could get her hands on. Thank god it wasn’t too cold outside yet. 

Lily hardly knew if she should laugh or cry. It smelled truly awful. How had she not realized that smell was a burning smell? How could she have forgotten this one thing she had wanted to do for herself so quickly? And how had the stupid fucking smoke detector not gone off?? Although now in hindsight, with no major harm done, and the smoke already dissipating, she supposed she was glad to not have a baby awoken from a nap by screeching added to this situation. She walked away from the blaring sound of the hood fan and sunk to the floor under an open window on the other side of the house. Which is where she was when James got home. 

“Hey Lils love! I’m home — oh shit wow you’re right there! You scared me,” James said. He came in the door and was startled when he turned to take his shoes off and saw Lily sitting there. He set down his bag and walked over to her and slid his back down the wall. “Why are we sitting on the floor?” he asked softly, nudging her with his shoulder. 

Lily waved her hand vaguely at the house, cheek resting on her bent up knees. “I ruined our house with this awful fucking smell. Can’t you smell it?”

“Well, yeah, but you don’t seem to be panicking, so I figured it’s not an emergency.” He scooched even closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Lily turned to tuck her face into the warmth of his shoulder. “Want to tell me what happened? You ok?”

Lily wasn’t crying, but her voice was thick and she was just so tired. 

“I just wanted to make pumpkin spice syrup. But then I got distracted and immediately forgot about it and it’s such a stupid thing to have done and now it smells so bad.” Her breath hitched at the end and she heaved a breath in. “And my little whisk and the pot are totally ruined.”

James just tightened his grip on her shoulders and hugged her close, let her breathe and be still and cry. 

“It doesn’t smell that bad,” he said, finally. 

“Fuck off, yes it does.”

“Ok, yeah it does.” He took in a theatrical sniff and winced. “That’s what burned sugar smells like? It’s nuclear level.”

“It was even worse 20 minutes ago,” Lily muttered. 

“Want to go cuddle on the furthest couch from the kitchen until Harry wakes up?” 

Lily laughed but nodded, and then moved to the couch in the theater room, which was quite separate from the rest of the house and had a baby monitor in it. James laid on the couch and Lily cuddled into his side, making herself small. James ran his fingers through her hair over and over. 

“You know it’s ok, right Lils? You’re fine, Harry’s fine, the house is fine. It’s ok.”

Lily hummed noncommittally. 

“Ok, but can you tell Loops about it? So that I can tell Sirius how bad sugar can smell? Because, honestly, who would’ve thought.”

James smiled to himself when Lily let out a real laugh and reached for her phone. She texted him, a smile quirking on her face. 

my house smells like sugar. And not the good kind like in cookies. Like the awful burned kind and it’s truly terrible. 

I also need to test my smoke alarms. 

These two things may be related.

Not one minute later her phone was ringing. James laughed and kept running his fingers through her hair as she talked to Remus. She told him the story, after reassuring him they were all fine, and her voice lost some of its tightness as they joked over the lengths they’d go to for a PSL and Remus threatening to come smell it for himself while the smell was “fresh”. She, laughing, said fuck off and good bye, hung up and turned to cuddle into James chest even closer. He smelled like the soap from the rink and like himself and when she breathed in deeply she didn’t smell the sugar at all. 

“I’m sorry I made our house smell terrible.”

“I literally don’t care, Lils. I’m just sorry it didn’t work out how you wanted it to.”

She let his breathing soothe her as his chest rose up and down under her cheek. 

“You can close your eyes if you want, flower. I’ll get Harry when he wakes up and I’ll go out with him and get a grocery store special for dinner.” Lily knew that meant a rotisserie chicken, a truly bizarre combination of the pre-made side dishes, and probably something sweet from the freezer aisle. But it was always perfect. She hugged him tighter and nodded. And she drifted off.

Lily woke later to the sounds of James and Harry coming into the house. James was keeping up a running conversation with Harry, talking to his son like he was much older than his 8 months. Lily stretched under the blanket that James must have laid over her, and the smell hit her nose. She cringed, but tried not to dwell and went to see her boys. 

“Mommy’s awake, Harry, look!” Harry babbled happily and Lily took him from James, kissing all over his face. 

“Did you two go on an adventure?” she said to Harry in an animated voice.

“We sure did,” James replied, picking up bags and heading to the kitchen. “To the wilds of Target. And we totally scored.”

Lily watched as he pulled groceries from the reusable bags like a magician pulling a never ending scarf from a sleeve. First came the expected rotisserie chicken, a container of spinach and artichoke dip, two options of chips, a pre-made spinach salad, and a few other grocery essentials.

“Wow, good choices, Harry!” Lily cooed. “I’ll be breaking into that dip immediately. Hopefully the terrible smell doesn’t ruin all this good food Daddy got us.”

“The power of spinach and artichoke dip can overcome anything,” James reassured her, and moved to take Harry from her. “Can you open up that bag, Lils?” he asked, pointing to one. Lily raised an eyebrow, but went to the bag and looked in. She paused for a long moment before reaching in and pulling out a wicker basket filled with all sorts of treasures. 

“James! What is this?!” she exclaimed as she freed the basket from the bag. 

“It’s a boo box!” James said happily. “You’ve been doing such a good job taking care of Harry when I’ve been on roadies, babe. And I love you so much, you do so much for us, so Harry and I wanted to do a little something for you.” He came over and leaned in to press a soft kiss below her ear and Harry pulled her hair happily.

“Thank you so much,” Lily said thickly. 

“You're welcome,” James said easily. He turned and settled Harry in his high chair, and got some blueberries and a mini cucumber from one of the bags and washed them to pass to Harry for him to gum. 

Lily looked through the basket. There was pumpkin spice syrup, of course there was. She huffed a laugh but was thankful for the easy version of the fall treat. Next she touched the new whisk, red this time, and sent James a small smile still tinged with sadness. There were also smaller bottles of brown sugar cinnamon, apple, and chai syrups. She set those aside and found three of the tubes that have all the ingredients you need for different soups, a foot mask, a lip mask, and finally underneath all of that she pulled out a crew neck sweater. It felt creamy and soft in her hands, with cute fall themed charms all over it. She hugged it to her chest and looked up at James. “James, baby. This is so nice.” James stepped close and took her into his arms, wrapping her in a hug from behind, his chin hooked on top of her head. He reached around her to point at some of the treasures. 

“Lots of syrups to try is fun, right? I’m so going to try that apple one in something. And look how funny that lip mask is. Harry laughed so cutely when I held it over my mouth and pretended to talk with it. Let’s see the sweater on, isn’t it so soft?” he rambled. 

Lily smiled with her eyes prickling as she pulled the sweater over her head. It was a bit oversized, the sleeves hung perfectly so she could scoop the cuff into her hands and feel the softness. James hugged her again, trailing his hands under the sweater to rub her back and feel the softness of the inside of the sweater. 

“I love it James, thank you.” 

“Love you, Lilyflower,” James said and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. Lily turned and pressed a kiss to Harry’s head, thanking him too. He burbled happily back at her with purple fingers and mouth. James pulled out his phone to take a picture when the doorbell rang. He set his phone down on the counter.

“I’ll get it! But I’m so getting a picture of you in that sweater with Harry when I’m back.” He pointed finger guns at her as he walked a few steps backwards towards the front door.

Lily laughed and watched James’ back as he turned around and walked down the hall to open the front door. Her thoughtful, giving husband. The smell of burnt sugar still undeniably hung in the air, but it was fading. Her guilt was fading too, replaced with love for her family. 

“Hey! Oh wow no way,” she heard James say from the door. 

“Who is it?” she called as she started to put away the soups and syrups into the pantry. 

James didn’t answer and she walked back to the side of the kitchen from where she could see the door. 

“James? Oh!” 

He surprised her, he was right there when she turned the corner, a big box in his hands.  

“No one was at the door when I opened it. They must’ve just delivered the box and left.”

“What is it?” Lily asked.

James placed the soft cardboard box on the counter and opened the lid, revealing 6 of the most beautiful cookies Lily had ever seen. They were huge, fluffy and delicious looking. A chocolate chunk on, one that must be red velvet, one that looked like it might be peanut butter, and more that she could only guess at the flavours, but couldn’t wait to taste them and find out. 

“Oh my god. They’re beautiful. Who are they from? Did you order these too?”

“Nope, not me, oh here’s the card,” James replied. “Awww, they’re from Loops, see.” He passed the card to Lily.

To Lily

I hope these drown out the burned smell!! Congrats getting through the day without a kitchen fire!

Re

Lily laughed. “That little shit.”

“I’m surprised he went with cookies and not some sort of fire extinguishing blanket,” James laughed. 

“Don’t suggest it, or at least 2 will be at our door as fast as he can get them shipped here.”

“Actually, I think that’s kind of genius? I’m going to order one. I’ll send them one too.” He broke off a piece of the chocolate chip cookie and popped it into his mouth as he opened up his phone. “No harm in being prepared.”

Lily could only nod along with that logic, and she reached out and broke an orange cookie apart, and yes, as the taste of pumpkin spice cookie filled her senses, the burned smell finally faded away.

[ivedonemywaiting]

uh, new fic, ‘who dis? 

now i have multiple Wolfstar WIPs, what can I say, when one idea takes over my brain I can’t stop obsessing. 

Full disclosure, this is unabashedly inspired by a magical fic with a similar topic, @greyeyedmonster-18's tumblr fic 'The Best Worst Thing That Ever Happened'. It's amazing, go read it. It sparked a lot of ideas about 'what defines a family', what would happen if Lily and James came back in the middle of Harry’s childhood this time in a non-magic setting, and in this version Sirius meets Remus after their accident, as well. Hopefully lots of unique stuff, but  inspiration creds always.

Check out Long Lost and Left Wanting, sneak peek below! See chapter notes for tags.

Sirius and Harry had wanted a dog. Remus maintained they could think about getting a dog once Harry could handle some of the responsibility on his own, but in the meantime stood firm. Regulus suggested a compromise. So, they got a cat, a cat who adored Remus and chewed on Sirius’ leather jacket. Heartbroken over the lack of a canine friend, Sirius (and Harry) claimed naming rights. The cat was thus named Morticia, which, in Sirius' opinion, is quite appropriate.

[uncertainwallflower]

KUMQUAT JAM A @jilymicrofics. Prompt: Jam. Words: 104.

Mornings were tea and toast, Daily Prophets, bleary eyes and gruff voices. Some days were fruit, some were porridge, some eggs and bacon and sausages.

But they were always jam. Kumquat jam. Or strawberry or fig, or marmalade when they were feeling frisky.

And his hair would be messy, and flat on one side, and his glasses were always missing, and he’d squint to read the Quidditch section.

And when she kissed him later, whether they were doing the dishes or out in the garden or playing with the babbling little boy who looked so much like him, she could always taste the jam.

AO3

[regulusdays]

i'm going to rant a bit and it's mostly based on personal experience, so it's very biased. i don't mean it as an absolute! just a reflexion and an opinion. anyway,

i was reading a fic recently that had past jegulus and current jilly and *ship name for barty/regulus/evan*, and though they still care about each other (james and regulus) they're well over their relationship. and it got me thinking that it makes complete sense that it didn't last and that they broke it off and ended up with other people.

the relationship between james and regulus feels a lot like something that happened to them. like they were fine and good in their corners and when they least expected it a wave crashed upon them and washed them over and almost drowned them.

it's not something they were looking for, not something they went after. it's something they stumbled upon and yeah, it feels like fated lovers and it's beautiful and angsty and we love it, but how could it last? it usually doesn't, in jegulus fics.

it makes a lot of sense to me, personally, that jily gets to be the mature relationship, the one that develops when they're adults and more responsible for their feelings.

jily, opposite to regulus, feels like they had to build it from the ground up. not something that happened to them, but something they made an effort and chased behind.

it's not all consuming, leaving you without air in your lungs, always grasping for more. it's comfortable, it's warm and it's reassurances and it's grounding. it's firm and secure and it won't come crumbling down beacause they built the foundation themselves. it wasn't given to them.

i don't know if this makes any sense at all, but to me jegulus was a given. they met each other and instantly felt like they belonged together, no matter the circumstances. their souls instantly connected and they felt at ease with other from the start. i know it.

regulus felt comfortable enough to open up to james, and james felt comfortable enough to lean on regulus, to allow space for himself to need someone else. and it was always like that for them, easy.

but with jily, i think it didn't start off like that. i feel like they were very mutual and reciprocate the whole time, to a bizarre level, but it wasn't as easy, as comfortable, as natural, as it happened with jegulus. i feel like the opening up, the leaning on, the trusting, it all came from slow movements and decisions.

it wasn't instant, it was insisted on.

and that's why they work so well for a mature, long term relationship. their love fits the small spaces of a routine, of everyday life. jegulus love would've blown up the kitchen.

[kay-elle-cee]

Jilytober prompt 2: "You didn't have to do this."

Thank you for the prompts, @jilytoberfest!

(also sidenote when I'm not on a work trip I may try and make these a little nicer looking but really i'm literally sitting on the floor of my hotel room typing this + maybe tomorrow's as the computer charges lol.)

It's the delicate scent of cinnamon that stirs her awake. Blinking a few times, her eyes focus on the man cracking open the bedroom door, a sheepish look on his face.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he says softly.

Lily shakes her head, a sleepy smile pulling at her lips as she sees the tray in his hands. "You didn't, I was getting up anyway."

She plants her hands on either side of herself and pushes into a sitting position, made much more difficult in this last month of her pregnancy. James quickly crosses the room to assist her and ends up just hovering over her nervously when she swats away his offer.

"I'm fine, James, I promise I'm not breakable." Her eyes focus on the tray in his hands again—porridge with cinnamon and berries, two eggs on the side, and a few buds she knew he'd picked from the garden behind their cottage. She feels her heart squeeze tight and tears threateningly prick the backs of her eyes.

"You didn't have do this," she breathes in awe, willing those tears to stay put. James places the tray next to her on the bed and places a hand on her swollen belly, his other arm wrapping around her and tucking her into his side.

"The doctor said two weeks of bed rest, Lil." He's stroking her arm gently, soothing both of their heightened nerves with regards to the pregnancy. "Let yourself rest." She lets out a sigh and he buries his lips in her wild morning hair, placing a comforting kiss on her head.

"I know it's easier said than done," he consoles. "I know you're itching to get back to The Order, to get back to finishing Harry's room, but let me handle that for you. You've done so much already, love. Let me help."

Lily sighs again, but it's carrying less weight. She tilts her head back to look up at her husband, his hazel eyes swimming with love and adoration and concern, and she knows she can't deny him anything.

"Thank you," she whispers, covering his hand on her belly with her own, entwining their fingers.

"I love you," he responds, bending down and capturing her lips in a slow, lazy kiss. When they break apart, his eyes flicker to their entwined hands, their future resting snugly below. "I love you both"

Other Jilytober ficlets here.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

I, personally love Jily.

I love the concept of them being high school sweethearts and them still being in love years later. I also love the concept of both of them dating people before getting together and in a silly, sunday night, them opening up their yearbook and pointing out the people they've hooked up with and them actually hooking up with the same people and laughing while drinking wine.

i fucking love the domestication of jily, of them both being soccer parents and yelling profanities to harry soccer opponents. (in chilean/mexican)

nobody will ever make me hate them. some people just don't see their potential and how their relationship isn't boring. it's more than that and could be more than that.

[tedwardremus]

Something Eternal

Written for Jily Week 2024 hosted by @kay-elle-cee adn @sunshinemarauder

Prompt: Love is in the Hair

James wakes up to the familiar haze of blurriness that always greets him before he puts on his glasses. The world is soft and undefined, shapes and colors blending - the details remain out of reach, just beyond the fuzzy edges of his vision.

Sunlight streams into the room, bouncing off the mirror on the vanity, casting soft, warm light across the walls. It’s new. Not the vanity itself—it’s an antique, something they found together in a little shop filled with old, worn treasures that had seen decades, maybe even centuries, pass them by—but it’s new to this bedroom, a space they were just beginning to call their own.

Actually, the whole bedroom is new. The bed, the curtains, the rug underfoot—all newly acquired, chosen together in a series of domestic decisions that felt monumental, the first steps in building their life together.

The house and bedroom are new to him, but the house is old and steeped in the history of wizarding Britain itself. Godric’s Hollow is mentioned in textbooks and folklore, whispered in tales of legendary witches and wizards. 

He blinks, the lingering bits of sleep making his eyelids heavy as his eyes struggle to adjust to the light flooding the room.  A red blur sits at the vanity, a flash of color amidst the muted tones of the morning light. There’s something about the vibrant shade of red that’s unmistakable, a hue that’s etched into his mind, the color of love and home.

He smiles, the simple joy of waking up and seeing her warmly flooding his chest. Even without his glasses, even through the haze of sleep and the foggy blur of his vision, he feels a surge of affection, a sense of contentment so deep it’s almost overwhelming.

With a flick of his wand, his glasses glide through the air, obediently finding their way into his outstretched hand. He slips them on, the world sharpening into clarity as the familiar shapes and colors snap into focus. And there she is—his wife—his new, incredible, wonderful wife. The word still feels new to him, carrying a weight that fills him with awe every time he thinks about it. 

His wife. 

He almost wants to say it out loud, hear its sound, and let it settle into the room.

Lily sits at the vanity, her back to him, completely unaware that she’s the center of his world at this very moment. Her dark red hair, now clear and vibrant, spills over her shoulders in a cascade of thick waves, catching the light in a way that makes it seem like it’s glowing.

Lily is brushing her thick, dark red hair, which gleams in the morning sun. She hums softly to herself, a melody so faint it’s barely audible, lost in the peaceful rhythm of the morning. James is captivated by the sight, drawn in by the simplicity of the moment. There’s something almost hypnotic about how her hand moves in a steady, practiced rhythm. The brush glides through her hair easily, smoothing away the remnants of the night.

James thinks how lucky he is. To wake up to this beautiful sight is a gift beyond anything he could have ever imagined. And it’s not just for this morning, not just for this first day as husband and wife, but for countless mornings, years, and decades to come. This is the beginning of something eternal that will only grow and deepen with time.

This is forever.

[constancezin]

@starlenemckinnon

Domestic Jily!