#jily snippet

[enbysiriusblack]

Lily' birthday- jily snippet

"You're spending your birthday in the library?"

Lily ignored James, carrying on writing her notes for Potions as James sat down opposite her.

He placed his head in his hands and peered over at her work, "Interesting, interesting."

Lily huffed, looking up, "You don't even take potions, whilst I love it; yet I am finding this specific topic excruciatingly boring, so how is this interesting to you?"

James grinned, "Your handwriting is just really shit. I can't read a word of it so I'm imagining you're writing about transfiguration."

Lily snorted, "Well, I'm not."

"What a shame", he sighed.

She nodded in agreement as she glanced back down to her work. He sat quietly opposite her as she did so.

After almost ten minutes, she glanced back up with a frown.

"Are you just going to sit there?"

"Until you finish."

"Well what if I'm planning on working until the library shuts at nine... in about seven hours."

James shrugged, "I can keep myself entertained."

Lily groaned and shook her head.

James let out a laugh, "I did not think you were so dirty minded, Miss Evans. Merlin, I meant I'll do some doodling or something."

"For seven hours?"

"Yep!"

"Why?"

He leaned back in his chair, hand coming up to brush his hair out his eyes, "You don't want the company?"

"No, I'm happy for the company. But shouldn't you be practicing quidditch or corrupting the youth with Sirius?"

"No, it's your birthday. If you're set on studying until the evening then I'll happily keep you company."

Lily smiled, "Well, I'm not actually going to do that. I'll only be here for an hour or so more and then Mary and Marlene are taking me rollerskating... Do you want to come with us? I was planning on inviting Remus anyway, and so you, Sirius, and Peter by extension."

James nodded, "Yeah. I'd- I mean we would like that."

Lily beamed, "Okay."

"Okay."

Lily smiled at him again before slowly moving her gaze back to her notes. James stole one of her sheets of paper and doodled as Lily worked. As Lily began to pack away, James folded then slid the paper into her bag. His doodles of Lily as a jedi surrounded by hearts now resting in Lily's bag.

[merlinsbbeard]

Wednesday Night Snippet!

Thanks for the tag @practicecourts 🥰

‘You know divination is phoney, right?’ James frowned down at the segment of orange he was carefully removing pith from. ‘No, it’s not.’ Lily laughed. ‘Yeah, it is. You don’t actually believe old Hornette is a real Seer do you?’ ‘I don’t know about Hornette, but Divination is real magic. Old magic, but real. Has anyone properly read your leaves before?’

Tagging (no pressure):

@uncertainwallflower @nena-96 @jfleamont @jamesunderwater @kay-elle-cee @blitheringmcgonagall

[isahorcrux]

Sneaky Snippets

Thank you for the tag @kay-elle-cee ! I've been hard at work working on my Jilytober Rom-Com multi-chapter (hoping to get at least a couple of chapters published this month, if not at least the first one). See if you can guess what rom-com I'm doing (the hint is in the first three lines).

12 Years Earlier James’ 18th Birthday (Most of which he was too drunk to remember) Lily couldn’t remember the last time James had been so happy.  True, he’d had about six shots of Ogden’s finest with no signs of stopping, but it was still nice to see her fellow Head cutting loose.  The winter term had been brutal.  Between the extra course work the professors were assigning before they got into N.E.W.T review, Head duties, not to mention job applications, Lily had found herself getting fewer and fewer hours of sleep.  She had no idea how James was managing with being Quidditch captain on top of all of it; she barely managed to show up on time to their early morning conditioning sessions and had to bail more than one practice during the last month.  Perhaps he’d gotten himself a Time-Turner, or something.

[athenasparrow]

Snippet Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @annabtg, @practicecourts and @uncertainwallflower 😘

This is for an upcoming chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me 💜

The soft light that seeps through her window should ground her in her familiar dorm, but her pain eclipses the sun – it’s suddenly too dark to see anything but the crimson flow from his nose, his eyes, his ears – and sears through her like molten lava. She wonders how she’s meant to withstand pain so great it can bring a mountain to its knees.

Tagging: @kay-elle-cee (because it's your fault) @itsjamespotter @abihastastybeans @harryissuchalittleshit @liiilyevans @wearingaberetinparis @missgryffin @ohmygodshesinsane @cersxisbitch

[eastwindmlk]

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

Okay, since I originally only got three of these I was going to give everything a published and an unpublished snippet, but then @nena-96 … Sorry an anon… went a little wild. But I am still going to do it. I also do not have internet, don’t ask, so I am doing this on word. LOL

From the Need even more snippets asks.

Share a snippet where a character is being a brat/smartass “As for finishing Dracula without you, you were too busy with your boys. And I needed a distraction” Lily offered in ways of excusing the inexcusable with a smile that could do with a little more contrition, if it were up to him. “Although, I wouldn’t at all object to reading it again. It’s a good book” she remarked before adding, “Now, are you going to continue?” She asked with a cheeky raise of an eyebrow. “I’m ill. It’s in the friend code. Ask Marlene, she’ll tell you” she replied a little smugly, before sniffling. She did in fact have a cold, of course this wasn’t a surprise, it was a bitter November, and she and the girls had gone out a few days prior to throw snow balls at each other and every passer-by. Which just so happened to include the entire Gryffindor quidditch team. After that, chasing people around the common room with wet gloves and freezing fingers. “You can apologize all you want, Evans. I am not forgiving you for reading Dracula without me and leaving this.” He shook the booklet in his hand with mock anger. =Unpublished, Jily 6th year.

Draco was sipping at his soda as she piped up, rather proudly: “Well, if you would just get on with making my mum swoon, this could be a daddy-daughter date.” Making him choke on the carbonated drink, coughing for a good few seconds trying to regain his composure.

“I don’t think your mum and I would get on too well,” he remarked, not sure why he was humouring this conversation, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when she looked so curious and asked him all of that in an assertive tone.

-Flying Lessons Ch.4, Dramione

[accio-sriracha]

How To Prank Sirius Black

A snippet of a Wolfstar WIP <3

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Remus Lupin has finally had enough; he'd been pranked more times than anyone else on campus, being the one to share a room with the idiots. It was about time he gave them a taste of their own medicine.

Teaming up with Lily, Remus devises the ultimate plan, putting every past shenanigan to shame.

Remus decides to prank Sirius Black himself.

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Lily narrowed her eyes at him.

"You've gone soft, haven't you?" She asked.

"What makes you say that?" Remus laughed, helping her up the stands to their favourite spot.

"I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You won't go through with it."

"Of course I'm going through with it! This prank was my plan, remember?"

Lily scoffed. "You can't bear the thought of upsetting him, even for a second!"

"I can upset him, I insult him all the time," Remus countered.

She shook her head. "You never mean it and he knows it."

"What are you trying to say?" Remus' voice came out a bit more affronted than he'd meant for it to.

Before she had the chance to answer, their attention was drawn back to the pitch, where all three boys were watching them in concern.

"Now," Lily whispered. "They don't know what we're arguing about. You have to do it now."

Remus took a deep breath.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Then he kissed her.

He needed to make it last long enough for the others to have time to process what was going on.

He pushed her back against the fence of the bleachers, making a show of tilting his head to the side.

He felt Lily laugh against his cheek as they pulled away.

She cleared her throat and put on an angry face.

"Remus, what the fuck?" She shouted, loud enough for the boys to hear.

She shoved him back and ducked under his arm, taking a few steps away.

"What?" He replied, matching her volume and reaching out for her again. "Don't pretend you didn't like it!"

He had to physically force his features into a scowl to keep from laughing.

Lily seemed to he having just as hard of a time keeping a straight face.

"Like it? You attacked me, you arsehole!"

He rolled his eyes, reaching forward and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "Oh, c'mon, Lily. You can't deny our chemistry."

The others arrived then, James not even bothering to come to a full stop before vaulting off of his broom into the stands.

Peter was just behind him, making a  slightly gentler dismount, his boots still landing on the bleacher seats with a loud thud.

Remus couldn't turn to see Sirius, but he knew he was still in the air somewhere behind them.

"You're acting like a creep, Remus," she spat, turning and throwing her arms dramatically around James.

The way she did it nearly made Remus break character. He closed his eyes for a second to collect himself.

James was still in shock. He stared between them, dropping his broom and wrapping his arms around Lily without seeming to think about it.

"What is happening?" Peter was the first one to speak.

Remus wasn't sure how much he should play into this, if he went too over the top it would be obvious they were only acting.

He shrugged. "Lily's lashing out cause she can't figure out what she wants," he said casually.

James' eyes widened, finally reacting.

"Remus, what the fuck is happening?"

He didn't seem angry yet, just very, very surprised.

Remus also noted that he used his actual name. James only ever called him Moony.

"I already told you." Remus gestured towards Lily as she clung to James. "She's confused."

He didn't want to insult James. Kissing his crush was bad enough.

If they wanted this prank to work, they'd have to make sure the others would still want to make Lily and Remus become friends again.

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I want to fuck you, Remus," Lily scowled. "You're obviously just jealous of Black's conquests. But I already told you the answer is no."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Don't make such a big deal out of it, Lils." He laughed, setting her up for her next line. "C'mon, you can't be that mad."

She pulled away from James, shoving a finger into Remus' chest.

"I'm never speaking to you again. You got that, Lupin?" She huffed and turned away, storming down the stands.

James ran off after her, leaving his broom where it fell.

Peter put a hand on Remus' arm.

"Remus, seriously, what's going on?" He asked. It was the third time they'd asked that question. "Do you even like her?"

"Not like that." He shrugged. "It really wasn't that big of a deal."

"You kissed her," Peter pointed out. "A lot."

Remus lifted a shoulder, not wanting to incriminate himself too much.

"How could you do that to Prongs? You know how much he loves her."

Remus rolled his eyes. "As if you didn't kiss the girl Sirius liked in third year."

Peter shook his head. "Not the same. Padfoot told me her makeup was pretty. James told you he wants to marry her. There's a lot of difference there."

"Alright! Alright, I screwed up okay? Can you just shut up about it now?" He snapped. His irritation had come without him meaning for it to.

Remus glared up at the sky. He was always extra irritable right before the full moon.

Peter's eyes went wide with anger for a second, then suddenly filled with understanding.

"Shit. The moon." He slapped his forehead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I know you're probably just fucked up right now. You still really shouldn't have done that. You owe them both a huge apology, mate."

Remus silently thanked the gods for this new excuse. It was his only means of redemption. Remus closed his eyes.

"Look. I-" His voice broke off and he cleared his throat. It was a lot harder to talk about the transformations than he liked. "I'm just going through a lot right now. I really didn't mean to treat Lily like that. You guys know how much I love her."

"Do you?" Sirius' quiet voice came from behind him.

He froze, he'd nearly forgotten about Sirius.

Remus turned slowly, watching Sirius dismount gracefully from his broom, his expression anything but forgiving.

"Do you love her?" He asked. There was something in his eyes Remus had never seen before.

"She's family to all of us," Remus replied. He could hear the nerves in his tone clear as day.

"Do you love her?" Sirius asked again. Everything about him was intense.

Remus shook his head. "She's just a friend, Pads," he whispered, stunned by the hurt in Sirius' voice.

"Then, why?" He asked.

Remus narrowed his eyes. "Why does it matter?"

"Because I just watched you kiss her, Remus, and I'd bloody well like to know if you have feelings for her as well!" Sirius shouted.

It was the loudest Sirius had ever raised his voice at him.

Remus gave a harsh laugh, frustrations returning despite his better judgment.

He wanted to blame the moon for what he said next, but he knew it ran deeper than that.

"What, because everyone needs to love someone in order to snog them? Is that what you do? Do you love all of those girls? The ones you can't even remember the names of?"

He had no idea where all of this fury towards Sirius had come from, but it was far too late to put a lid on it now.

Sirius matched his anger, the tension rising between them immediately.

"Don't turn this on me, Remus. I do what I want. You don't get a say in who I sleep with."

"Then you don't get a say in who I'm with either! Who says this isn't all about you? You and your need to make yourself available to everybody. What if for once I wished you just wouldn't."

"Why do you care?" Sirius shouted, getting in his face. "You've never once cared before!"

"Of course I care, you arsehole. I've always cared! You think I want to see you with them? All of those beatiful girls you get chasing after you just because you exist. You think I don't know how any one of them could easily replace me? How much more popular and cool you would be if you were seen with them instead of me? The half-blood werewolf freak."

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

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Fic #118 for @ephemeralstarss

Feel free to send me a number between 1 and 200 for a snippet of a wip!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

jilytober day 7!

They don’t talk about it again. Not when four days stretch into five, or when one week becomes two. Sirius sleeps on the couch in the cottage’s living room every night, mostly as Padfoot curled into a tight ball, while she lies awake night after night in the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. James’s side is cold, the space beside her painfully empty. After a week, the faint scent of his aftershave fades from his pillow. The absence hits her like a blow, and she buries her face into the fabric, screaming into it until her throat burns, until she’s gasping for breath, but she doesn’t stop until she’s empty.

@jilytoberfest

[yallthemwitches]

Chapter 4: A Lesson in Honesty

It’s only two measly syllables, but it grinds his world to nothing. 

“O-ok.”

Ok.

He fancies her. He fancies her something despicable —and all she’s able to say in return is “ok.”

It’s all a blur after that: the quiet walk back, the narrowing glare of the Fat Lady, the fire dying in the grate, the retreating image of her back going up the steps to her dorm. 

He doesn’t remember saying a single word to her, but what does someone even say to an “ok?” 

Nothing, he guesses. Nothing at all. 

Read on AO3!

[kay-elle-cee]

XL In Search of Something More Ch. 9 Snippet

Okay, this will be my last ISOSM snippet for this chapter (hold me to it). As an apology for the delay, here's 500 words I wrote today...subject to change, needs editing, you know the drill:

[jfleamont]

I posted this idea on twitter earlier so I wrote a little snippet for you :)

NSFW under the cut!

“James.”

“Yeah,” he says in a nonchalant tone, but it sounds strained to her ears.

“Are you— is that your...?” Lily has no doubt about what is poking her thigh, but she's not tipsy enough to finish the sentence. 

He tilts his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut. “I was hoping you wouldn't notice.”

“Kinda hard not to,” she replies too quickly, and James is so surprised by this that he opens his eyes: as soon as they meet hers, he bursts out laughing at the absurdity of this situation and Lily joins him, putting her free arm on his shoulder for support as she leans closer. This, apparently, is a bad move: the movement makes his cock twitch through his sweatpants and Lily whimpers softly, and hopes that by pressing her lips together the sound doesn't reach his ears.

She's wrong. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to regain control of his uneven breathing. “Stop that.”

“Do you want me to get off?”

James blinks at her, mouth slightly open, and Lily's eyes widen at the realisation. “Get off your lap, I mean,” she quickly adds.

[wannabelilybriscoe]

sunday snippet

ty @kaaaaaaarf <3 you happened to catch me in the middle of a cheeky little writing sesh >:)

here's part of a flashback in chapter 29 of asfteotw which is coming but has just gotten away from me and is basically turning into a one-shot within the larger story. i'm sorry but also not sorry....very very rough:

“Evans!” he calls, closer this time—and there he is. Not bothering to hide her exasperated sigh, she stops.  “Morning,” he says cheerfully, pushing his glasses back up the curved bridge of his nose. “You alright?”  “I was.”  The git smiles like she’s just told him a joke and not the cold, hard truth.  “So, Sirius’s birthday party is tomorrow.”  “I’d heard.” Everyone at the bloody castle has heard about the birthday king’s jubilee. “Brill. Are you going?” Mary wants to go. The party will be held in the common area of the boys’ dorm, and there’s the promise of booze. If it was anyone else’s party, she’d probably want to go. Despite being a newly minted prefect (something that will certainly look good on her university applications), she isn’t a total swot. But she isn’t sure she can stomach a whole party focused on Sirius Black and, by association, James Potter. What’s more, she’s caught Black eyeing her sceptically on several occasions, like he’s sizing her up, weighing her worthiness, or perhaps wondering what Potter sees in her at all. Which is unfair, since she didn’t ask for Potter’s attention in the first place.  “No, I’m not.”  “Oh. Why not?” “It’s not really for me.” His brow furrows in confusion. “You don’t like parties?”  “I like parties fine. I just won’t know many people there.” “But our entire year is going! Plus some fifths and sixths!” Lily wills herself to not huff like a cross child. “Well, I won’t be. I’ve got other plans.”  Potter’s eyes dart across her face, as though he’s trying to detect a lie. His shoulders slump in what she hopes is defeat.  “Well, that’s alright. What are you doing this afternoon?”  “Why?” His eyes light up hopefully, and it’s enough to make her feel a pang of guilt before she once again steels herself. She doesn’t owe this pesky boy anything.  “I thought maybe we could do something. Study? You study loads, right?”  She stares at him, gobsmacked. Her heart picks up its pace as she comes to the decision to face the issue head-on.  “I don’t get it. Why are you so interested in me? You don’t even know anything about me.” Potter straightens up, clearly taken aback. He runs a hand through his thick, dark hair, managing to render it even more askew than it already was.  “‘Course I do. I know you’re well smart, particularly in maths, bio, chem.” He pauses and smiles, revealing dimples on both cheeks. Which is not charming! “I know you like spending time in the greenhouse. And I know you have no problem telling people when they’re being absolute berks.”  She feels her face go red—apparently, he’s been paying more attention to her than she realised.  “So that’s why you keep talking to me? Because I told you off?” She holds her palms up plaintively. “That’s mad! Has no one ever told you off before?” He chuckles ruefully. “Well, my mum, yeah.”  “God! How does anyone think you’re cool?”  His eyebrows shoot up and his smile turns a bit cocky. “People think I’m cool? Oho, wait ‘til I tell Sirius.”  “Ugh. I’m leaving now.” She pivots and makes to storm off. But to her immense chagrin, he follows her, keeping in step.  “I’d like to get to know you better.”  “I still don’t get it. Why?” “Well…you seem like someone worth knowing.”

sigh these goofs.

np tagging: @moonheavens @leavesthatarebrown @graverobbber @etherealashworks

[theresthesnitch]

Sunday Snippet

Snippet from the next part of this.

Sirius walks in the front door, which still stands wide open behind Harry, and closes it. The quiet chatter of the Potters draws him to the kitchen. He pauses in the doorway, watching fascinated as James and Lily tag-team their three younger children. 

“Rose, it’s going to have to go into your trunk if you want to take it to Hogwarts,” Lily says. Michael is on her hip, clinging to her with arms around her neck. He’s really grown a bit too big to do that, but Lily has always been a sucker for her youngest kid. With her free hand, she stirs a pot on the stove. 

“That’s not going to work,” Rose says. “First years aren’t allowed to have broomstick, unless you’re a quidditch prodigy like bloody Harry–” 

“Language, young lady,” James says, glancing over his shoulder. In front of him, Holly sits on the counter as James applies a dragon bandaid to her knee. 

Rose crosses her arms. “The language felt appropriate for my feelings on the matter.” 

James and Lily exchange a fondly exasperated look. James turns back to Holly and presses a kiss to her knee over the bandaid and sets her on the floor again. “Go outside with your brother. No flying unless I’m out there, understand?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Holly says. 

“Love you,” James calls after her. 

“Love you!” she replies. 

James turns around and faces Rose. “Okay, you’re allowed to use that kind of language at home when the situation merits it, but it can never be directed to a person. ‘Bloody Harry’ does not work.��� 

Rose rolls her eyes. “Fine. First years aren’t allowed brooms unless you’re a bloody quidditch prodigy like Harry.” 

James tilts his head, considering. “Lily?” he asks. He walks toward her, grabbing a bottle out of the cabinet over the stove and sprinkling it into the pot she stirs. 

“Acceptable use,” Lily says. “Questionable reasoning to use it.” 

James shrugs. “I’ll approve the use. It’s not really fair, is it?”

“So you’ll take my broom with your stuff so I can have it?” Rose asks. 

“No,” James says. “Unfortunately for you, it’s just unfair.” 

“If you get added to the quidditch team in your first year, then you may also have your broom at school,” Lily adds.

“Does that mean I also need to do a dangerous stunt to get noticed like Harry did?” 

“Only if you also want to serve the same discipline that Harry did,” James says. “Go ask him how much fun it was to spend every weekend in detention with me.” 

“Still made the team, didn’t he?” Rose says. 

Lily huffs, shifting Michael to her other hip. “No broom, Rosie. Go out and fly with your brother while you still can.” 

[arianatwycross]

I haven't finished my Jily Week Day 1 entry yet but here's a little snippet to prove that it's on its way.

“Sorry,” James mumbles, before taking both hands and slowly but firmly (Lily can sense zero hesitation on his part) massaging the cream into her lower back. She can picture his hands in a ‘w’, pressing firming into her soft skin – a slow drag, in and then out, before he drops them lower to massage the sunscreen into the very edge of her bikini bottoms - the very tip of his fingers skim underneath the elastic daringly. 

[wearingaberetinparis]

Hi!! can we maybe get a snippet of the next chapter of right where you left me🫠

Hi! I didn't write much this week as I've been really tired and went back to work after a 2-week holiday, but here's a little snippet!

“Hey, there’s many other rooms for you to sleep in.” “Seeing as this room has been my bedroom since I was eight years old, I feel like I am entitled to using it.” “Entitled!” The two of them bantered on, Lily and Remus shaking their head, the latter walking over to where Lily now stood, rinsing some of the plates that the family had used for lunch earlier that afternoon – and which James had brought down before deciding to distract her thoroughly.

[athenasparrow]

Okay so I did quite a bit of writing tonight, but it's in need of A LOT of edits and I am growing sleepy 😴

Have a snippet to tide you over!

Below Cut | TW: sexual assault

“Lily! I can’t continue –” he breaks off and sorrowfully meets her eyes (pain, remorse, shame). “How can you be okay with me being here when you…did I…did I rape you?”

[emeralddoeadeer]

Monday Tuesday snippets tag game!

Thanks for the tags guys, @alittlebitofeverything23 @possessingtheproperspirit @isahorcrux @thequibblah from chapter 12 of no place like home...

Startled awake, an electric feeling buzzes under his skin. It’s far from the first time he’s fallen asleep in this location; it’s not even the first time he’s woken to the image of her standing there, her attention solely on him. Through the fog of slumber, his mind struggles to return to reality, Lily's mouth moves, but no sound reaches him, the details blurry as he wipes his bleary eyes. James is at a disadvantage without two of his senses, but the sight of her has the same effect as always, he feels exposed, raw. Making a slow approach, she looks behind her once and returns her eyes to him, the pinch in her brow coming into focus in the cool evening light. “Are you ok?”

Tagging, if you fancy it @firefeufuego @clare-with-no-i @sunshinemarauder @mipwrites <3