#jily

[constancezin]

Jilypad love and friendship

[redadidassneakers]

Sirius: I pulled the Casanova of Gryffindor

James: I pulled the girl I’ve been obsessed with since first year AND your little brother

Marlene: well I pulled Dorcas Meadowes who is better than all of you combined

Peter: and I pulled a ‘push’ door, so. . .

[propussyslayer]

sirius babysitting harry so that jily can go on their date:

harry, on his 36th question streak: and...who made the first cheese?

sirius: me

harry: oh thank you

sirius: no problem man

[apalapucian]

jily friends if you write any jilys to TTPD, TAG ME @APALAPUCIAN I WANNA SEE THEM PLS. THANK YOU

[marauderswolf22]

corious

ps: the last one doesn't mean that you headcanon ALL the characteers like that, nor all the mentioned ones, but anyone else other than 'the main' marauders (and lily in this case)

[jameskinniefr]

Make a choice guys

[samisamousa]

I'm a James kinnie, of course I NEED MY REGULUS KINNIE OR MY LILY KINNIE OR BOTH BECAUSE I'M POLYAMOROUS PLEASE COME HERE I NEED YOU LIFE SEEMS TASTELESS WITHOUT YOU

[jamesunderwater]

Limited Vocabulary

Read on Ao3 || 3k Words || Rated E || Jily First War AU Smut

UPDATED 4/18/24 - a bit longer & a lot juicier ;) @jilymicro-oops based on the jilymicrofic prompt: urge Lily and James never got together, too busy being afraid of the war, too busy fighting it. But some urges are simply too hard to fight, especially when you're alone, hurt, and there's a soft fire going...

“Lily…” he responded, reaching up to wipe one of them away. When he went to pull his hand away, she pressed it back against her cheek, holding it there. “Lily,” he said again, that same look in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can be your partner on missions anymore…” she whispered, staring at him as her heart pounded. He furrowed his brows and pulled his hand back, though neither of them let go, their hands tangled messily together. “Why?” He sounded so hurt, she was sure he didn’t understand. He hadn’t seen the look in her eyes. Her heart was in her throat now, but she thought of them lying with the broken bits of building, thought of fate. “Because…” Maybe all they’d ever have was this night in this quiet house, for once away from the madness. But she needed it all the same. Needed to feel for herself what those looks meant. Swallowing hard, she twisted her hand around to lace their fingers firmly together, and tugged him forward. They fell together like they’d always been meant to, his free hand coming to her waist, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. When their lips met, Lily was sure this was the first time she was truly breathing. His mouth was astonishingly soft, and she wanted to cry with relief at the feel of it. “James,” she mumbled against him, and he moaned softly, and she was floating. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

[theazkabandreamer]

James Potter has a love-hate relationship with the colour green. On the one hand, it represents the colour of Slytherin House who are his main Quidditch rivals as well as the group of wannabe Death Eaters and Dark Arts enthusiasts in Slytherin such as Snape who James cannot stand. As a Gryffindor, they are his sworn enemies.

But on the other hand, green is the colour of Lily Evan’s eyes. He is drawn to them. They are a pair of emeralds that shine fiercely when she’s passionate and sparkle softly when she’s happy. James finds himself entranced by Lily’s eyes and it is one of the things that draws her to him.

The cherry on the top was when Harry was born, he had Lily’s eyes. James realised that green wasn’t such a bad colour really.

[apalapucian]

bad day wall ch. 2 snippet:

on her way out, she hears sirius coming up the stairs from the basement, and he emerges — dragging a practically unconscious james, his arm slung over sirius's shoulders, head hung and eyes closed, breathing labored. they're both beaten and bloody, james more so than sirius, and both of them more than she's ever seen them, including those last weeks of sixth year when they were sporting a black eye or some other every other three days. no, this was something serious. their angle shifts a bit and the back of james's shirt is entirely drenched with blood.

"what the fuck happened?" she asks, hurrying to them at once.

"fuck — evans, hi, how are you," sirius breathes out in one go, and she notes the relief in his voice, despite everything. "i — i can explain later, but can you please — can you handle this? i have to go back — "

"where's remus?"

a deep, low growl comes from the basement. it's muffled, but that doesn't make it any less sinister. "you can't go back in there," she says immediately, one hand on james, who's on his side on the floor now, the other reaching out to grasp sirius's arm just as he was about to get up.

"i have to be there for him," says sirius. "it's okay, this isn't new — "

and somehow lily knows, just then, but decides to put off the questions and everything else for later. right now she just needs both of them within her line of vision.

sirius is not going back down there.

— part one here // ao3 // writing tag

[rigelinsky]

But dude just look at them—

💫Wolfstar🌙

☄️ jegulus ✨

🌟Dorlene🪩

🌸Nobleflower🪻

🍂Jily🍁

[jameskinniefr]

Jily hc that Lily tries to be seductive and pull James towards her by his tie but is actually quite nervous and flustered since they've only just started dating and pulls only one part of his tie accidentally choking him

[my-castles-crumbling]

hii cas

i’m currently doing the quizlet and i think there might be a question with the wrong answer? it’s

“What ship is flowerpot”

it says the answer is James and Lily,

and Pandora and Lily weren’t an option?

sorry if it’s just me getting it wrong lol

anywayy thanks for making the quizlet!! it’s so fun (even if i’m losing hehe)

Hi hon!

So I've heard flowerpot used for Jily (not as much anymore, but definitely when fanfiction was on fanfiction.net) and also Fleur/Harry (ew. I didn't know this until I looked it up to make the quiz). I've never heard of it used for Pandora/Lily! The ship name I usually hear for Pandora/Lily is Pandalily?

I assumed 'flowerpot' referred to flower=lily pot=potter=james

Has anyone else heard of flowerpot referring to Pandora/Lily? I definitely want to make sure the questions are fair!

[siriuslychessi]

For @liiilyevans Thank you for being so patient.

Overdue gift from the Potterverse Gift Exchange.

Prompt: Being parents is hard, let alone being parents at Christmas. Just come cute fluff. Have fun with it :) 

AO3 || FF

How to not kill your husband: A Guide in Patience

James was doing too much, again. 

She knew that he was adorable and it came from the best part of him, but it was too much too soon, and in all her honest self she couldn’t see why I’d matter. Harry barely noticed anything that didn’t involve his toys and when one of them left the room. 

Yet, James was hanging another garland.

The house already looked like Santa threw up in it and left behind all decorations that clashed and mashed: golden tinsel, all colour lights on the tree, and the gleaming deers, rats, dogs and wolves going around and about the living room. 

She wanted to strangle her husband and bolt out the door, because she wasn’t about to clean two messes: decorations and crime scene. 

Lily couldn’t blame James for her foul mood, it wasn’t his fault, well not entirely. 

Harry had been up most of the night, poor thing was teething and he could only communicate through screaming and crying. James had tried to help with the night watch, trying to distract Harry. Unfortunately Harry only wanted mummy. 

Which made James try to make up for it somehow and developed in the predicament they were in. 

Everything felt too loud, visually and audibly, and Lily had come up with the third plan of the morning on how to shove ornaments up James’ throat if he started singing Merry Hippogryphs one more time. Feeling half bad that she had murderous intentions towards her husband.

Lily had tried to retrieve towards the kitchen, which was a terrible idea as on top of the decorations, James was making biscuits and cake, and all sorts of things that made her little space on the table feel crowded as well. 

Of course James wasn’t oblivious to his wife, he had made sure to leave her favourite nook by the window untouched, just yet, so she could relax and just rest with a cuppa in her hands. 

He really thought Lily would stay in bed a little longer, what he forgot was to soundproof their room as he had done with Harry’s and that his ruckus was all Lily could hear. 

In James’ mind he was just compensating for the fact that he was not around as much lately. He and Sirius had a lead, and with the Order spy they tried not to involve too many people. That left Lily with Harry on most occasions and he felt he needed to fix that somehow, every little detail counted. 

Today it was Christmas decorations. 

James knew that Harry was too little to understand what this meant, but it was their first Christmas as a family, some idiotic notion that it will set the tone for the ones to come. He wished he could go all out, have a party like his parents used to, invite all their friends and extended family, with all the decorations and pastries and meals.To keep traditions living, his and Lily’s. But even with Harry, their family seemed to be getting smaller instead of bigger, and some things seemed to be slipping through.

Something else that James wished to change. 

He was about to double check his creation when Harry started crying. 

Poor guy just woke up cranky and they could hear him from the other side of the house. 

James saw his wife, she was a bit pale, and was nursing a cuppa, with a frown set on her face. Which changed to a tired sigh knowing that she would need to deal with the child (on top of the man child she married). 

No one would ever believe that Lily didn’t love her child, much less James, but it took that much to notice the dark circles below her eyes, and how pale her skin was. Her movements were slow, like trying not to bump into things. He remembered that feeling, being so tired that your brain just made you extra clumsy. 

I made James feel extra guilty for not helping more. Just as the redhead was about to stand up, James quickly kissed the top of her head and murmured, “I’ll get him,” before running upstairs. 

That simple gesture brought all the warmth and love to the surface, letting the bitterness of a sleepless night mellow a bit, and Lily's murderous thoughts quiet. 

She could hear James from the spell, the hearing charm they had on Harry’s room, as he arrived. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed,” James's teasing voice sounded, making the little guy cry harder. 

Lily wasn’t proud to admit that a little bit of satisfaction was felt when things didn’t go smoothly with Harry. She still adored James, and hated that her son was crying, but it made her feel like Harry didn’t particularly love crying only to her face. It made her feel like a terrible mother to not be able to soothe her baby, and lately it felt that James had the magic touch (no pun intended).

It also felt like instant karma for waking her up at an ungodly hour with the movement and decoration spree. She wasn’t proud to feel that kind of satisfaction but no one said Lily Potter was perfect. 

“Come on, lad. Don’t be cross, we are going to make you feel better.” Lily heard James console Harry, figuring he picked him up from the crib and was bouncing him like he used to. Walking around the nursery as he spoke to the little guy. 

Harry was still a little fuzzy yet Lily took comfort in the little noises that she heard from Harry’s room: She heard James hum the little song that always made Harry giggle, the poor thing still was crying, not as hard, but some whining remained, as he listened to James’ singing. 

It was odd how James seemed to be comforting Lily as much as Harry. 

“Are your teeth feeling achek-y?” James kept talking to Harry, which made Lily close her eyes and listen closely, relaxing the tension on her shoulders little by little. She could hear the taps of James’ steps coming from the ceiling as he paced around trying to get Harry to calm down for a bit. “There you go, that must make you feel better.”

Harry grew almost quiet after that, she could still hear him muted babble things back to James, he wasn’t fuzzing anymore, and she figured that James used a potion to make the teething experience something less traumatic for them all, as well as giving Harry his bib. 

The warmth took Lily by surprise, as it always did. She should be used to it by now, but the little things always sneaked up on you. She was ready to kill James moments ago, viciously murder him; but the way he cared for them, their little family, was exactly the reason she loved James Potter so much. 

It also infuriated her.

It was exactly the same as when they were at Hogwarts, James did this balancing act between being the most annoying person around, to being the most thoughtful. It always caught her out of guard, like her feelings were always a turmoil; between thinking he was an abusive toerag and the most attentive person ever existing. 

It made her doubt her heart for so long. 

But James showed his true colours when he wasn’t trying to impress her, or anyone else. When it was all quiet and thought no one was paying attention. 

Like the way he always helped Peter with his History homework because it seemed that he always kept falling asleep in class (not that Lily could blame him). Or how he made sure Mary always had someone to go from one class to the other after Mulciber’s incident. Lily didn’t know that it was him that coordinated everyone, just to make Mary feel safer, not until the end of the year when Lily pointed out how lovely it was for the whole Gryffindor tower to do that for her.

How he always made sure that Remus’ favourite chair in the common room would be empty after the full moon, and how Marlene kept raving how great of a friend he was even when Sirius was being an ass to her.

Lily hated not to have control on how fast and steady she fell in love with James' great heart. Because she was really hating the decorations, and she was almost about to commit murder, but the way he spoke to their son, and how calm and steady he looked bringing him down from his room made it all go away. All the noise, and the lights, and the terrible headache from not sleeping. 

“Now, we need to be nice to mummy, she is about to bite daddy’s head off.” James said with a tease in his tone, smirking knowingly at his wife. “How about we try to get you some bananas eh? Think you might like those?”

The question earned a babble from Harry and a chuckle from Lily, “I think there are some smashed in the back of the fridge.” she replied behind a smile, as she saw her two favourite people enter the kitchen.

“What about a stronger cuppa for mummy? Maybe an Irish coffee?” James teased on the other end of the house as Lily took her wand out. 

“Bribing me with liquor so I don’t hex your arse?” she joked back, moving some clashing decorations from one place on the mantle, so they could be more evenly distributed. If she left it like that it would drive her insane for the rest of her Christmas. 

James laughed, making Harry complain that he wasn’t paying attention to his feeding, which knowing James he was moving too much, too fast, for the little guy’s mouth to catch the meal. “I need to use all my tricks, but I know you’ll hex me whenever you feel like it, Mrs Potter.” 

Lily rolled her eyes at the empty living room, “I shouldn’t have changed my last name, I should have kept it Evans, Harry Evans has a nice ring to it.” she was bluffing, there was no meanness to her voice, no sharp edges, just tiredness. 

Yet she heard the loud dramatic gasp her husband made, “How can you do that! He has the Potter mane!” 

Lily entered the kitchen and kissed the top of Harry’s messy hair, “And I hope that’s the only bad trait that he inherits from you, I don’t think my sanity would take the letters from Minerva.”

“Fair enough.” James tried to feed Harry again, but the little one just kept shaking his head avoiding the spoon, trying to grab some of the biscuit batter from the table. “I don’t think you’re old enough for those yet wee bairn.” he put the batter farther away and tried to feed Harry once more, earning a quiver from Harry’s lower lip, meaning he was about to cry again. “Oh no, no, we just got on good terms.” 

Lily had sat down and poured herself a cuppa, she was seeing James struggle with feeding little Harry, and all she could do was chuckled. She was exhausted, she almost wanted to kill her husband, but it was moments like these ones that made it all worth it, just when her heart ruled over her tired body and she could just feel the love in the room, and around her family. 

However, James wasn’t out of the woods just yet, she would just let him struggle a little bit before joining the pursuit in finding something else that Harry might like for breakfast. 

[maluceh]

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

[t3rrarium]

Tbh the problem with ship wars is that everyone tries to find a moral high ground to prove their ship is superior when actually shipping should be about making two characters kiss like a kid playing with barbie dolls