#jilychallenge2023

[jilychallenge]

Thank you for signing up to this month's Jily Challenge!!!

I’m sure you all know it’s been a very movie filled July summer with the Barbie and Oppenheimer releases and so, we’re movie on (get it?) to Movie Quotes August!! This months pairings are:

@tinyluminaryzombie 🎥 @randomwholocker

@abihastastybeans 🎥 @wearingaberetinparis

@ncoincidences 🎥 @sepulchralblues

@charmsandtealeaves 🎥 @sapphire1616 

@diana-bookfairchild 🎥 @bookeatingbean

@quietlycharmed 🎥 @ginemrys

@joyseuphoria 🎥 @padfootswhiskers

prompts will be in your inbox (or on discord) soon, enjoy!

[jilychallenge]

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Mix and Match Until We Collapse

@jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge | Partner: @randomwholocker | August Movie Quotes (word count: 934)

Prompt:“I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.”

At ten years old, James Fleamont Potter crowned himself King of Grand Gestures. At twenty, James was about to surrender his title and resign in disgrace. OR: James tries to figure out the perfect way to propose (during a war).

Read it on a03

[constancezin]

For the November @jilychallenge2023!

Good old one

Our theme was ''prefect common room and/or yull ball"

So here we are!

2 shy prefects dancing in socks, repeating their opening dance. Tentative brushes, side glances, and big blush

My partner is @wearingaberetinparis

[athenasparrow]

Jily Author Recs

For the gorgeous @lirians06 and any other new Jily folks! Here are some Jily people to follow : )

@annasghosts @abihastastybeans @allthosedarlings @annabtg @bcdaily @blitheringmcgonagall @breaniebree @chdarling @charmsandtealeaves @elleeverhart @emeralddoeadeer @flowerpottlady @gryffindormischief @ghostofbambifanfiction @harryissuchalittleshit @isahorcrux @itsjamespotter @kay-elle-cee @liiilyevans @mppmaraudergirl @maraudersftw @missgryffin @moonawrites @nodirectionhome-ao3 @nought-shall-go-ill @ncoincidences @ohmygodshesinsane @oneofthesirens @possessingtheproperspirit @practicecourts @startanewdream @sunshinemarauder @theatrescribbles @theesteemedladydebourgh @tiffanytoms @uncertainwallflower @wearingaberetinparis (ritaskeetered on AO3)

Organisations: @jilyarchive @jilymicro-oops @jilymicrofics @jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge @cruelsummer-ficfest

Fanart: @constancezin @blvnk-art

PLEASE repost or comment with anyone I've missed!!

[jaylienpotter]

List of prompt tumblrs!

@jegulus-microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

@wolfstarwritingchallenges

@jilychallenge2023

@jilymicrofics

@jilytoberfest

@rosekiller-microfic

@prongsfoot-microfic

@prongsfootfest

@prongsfootbingo

@cazzythefrogking (Marauderstober, pinned masterpost)

@jaylienpotter - me (Marauderstober)

Not necessarily marauders:

@promptsforthestrugglingauthor

@writing-prompt-s

@prompts-in-a-barrel

@creativepromptsforwriting

@youneedsomeprompts

@wonderful-prompts

@nosebleedclub

@dailyau

@kinktober2023 (October 2023 NSFW)

@zutaralover94 (October 2023, kinktober, NSFW)

@fluffbruary (fluff prompts for February 2024)

Lmk if you find more that are helpful and not very specific/restrictive!

[ginemrys]

bring the bitter taste to a halt

@jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge

September: Back To School

Partner : @charmsandtealeaves

Prompt: Restricted Section | “Here, there’s only one sugar quill left, but we can share.”

read on ao3 / or below

Fancying James Potter while he was completely clueless and had cleared moved on from his passing crush two years ago was painful. He had changed so much in those two years, not just physically (even though damn ), but also mentally. He no longer pulled silly pranks that got people hurt, he didn't hex random Slytherins any more and had matured so much that Dumbledore had made him Head Boy of all things.

And James had taken his new position of power in his stride. He worked alongside Lily at an equal level, he made patrol schedules for the prefects of his own accord and talked to Lily with such respect. How could she not fall for him?

And here they were, sitting shoulder to shoulder in the library, working on the plan for the next Hogsmeade trip together. Lily couldn't stop her eyes from wandering, James had rolled up his sleeves so that his wonderfully tanned forearms were on display, the muscles tensing occasionally as his quill scratched against parchment.

And the perfect being that he was, knew of Lily's weakness. Sugar. So to keep her happy as they worked, he'd bought a huge bag of sweets from Honeydukes for them to share; carefully avoiding the prying eye of Madam Pince of course. Merlin forbid them from getting any sugar on her precious books. Previously Lily might have outright denied the sweets, too scared to get in trouble. But something about James brought out the rebellion in her. 

So after a quick glance around for the librarian, Lily brought the sugar quill that she had been hiding beneath the desk and lifted it to her lips. She hummed softly at the sweetness as it hit her tongue. James' head whipped her way, his eyes widening at the sight of her sucking happily on the confectionary. 

“You okay?” Lily asked, the quill falling from between her lips with a slight popping sound. James’ jaw flexed, Lily couldn’t help her eyes from fixating on the muscle moving. The library felt very warm all of a sudden. 

“Yeah, fine, um…” He cleared his throat, his eyes falling from her face to the packet of sugar quills. “Can I have one?”

Lily’s own eyes narrowed. Had James been staring at her lips? No, she probably had sugar on them or something. He didn’t fancy her anymore, did he? Maybe there was a way to find out…

“Oh, there’s only this one left…” She said, glancing down at the bag. “But we can share?” 

An odd choking sound came from James’ throat as she held the quill out to him, her eyes shining. Lily could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the world seemed to move in slow motion. She was sure she had never been so nervous in her life as she stared at him, waiting to see his reaction.

“Evans… I…”

Embarrassment cascaded around Lily like shards of glass. She immediately pushed herself to her feet, shame creeping up her spine. She was so stupid, what a stupid thing to say. “Don’t, Potter, don’t. F-Forget it.” And in true Lily Evans fashion, she bolted. She darted between the shelves of books, her face hot and red, her eyes threatening to spill over. 

She pushed open the door to the Restricted Section, her breathing starting to shorten and quicken as she made her way towards the gloomier shelves at the back, so often untouched that it seemed the perfect place to hide and sulk in her shame. She stopped by the back wall of the library, her hands covering her face as she fought to stop herself from bursting into tears. 

But he’d followed her, of course he had, Lily in all of her panic had forgotten that as Head Boy he also had access into the Restricted Section. And she knew he was standing behind her before he announced himself, he always made the back of her neck tingle whenever he drew near. 

“Lily…”

“James, please, I can’t…” She sniffed, keeping her back to him. “Just- Just go and let me live in my embarrassment for a moment.” 

“Why are you embarrassed?” 

“Because I fancy you!” She cried out as loudly as she dared to in the library. “I fancy you and you don’t fancy me back and I just made a tit out of myself in the library in front of you.” 

“Lily, who told you that I don’t fancy you?” He asked, looking rather gobsmacked, though a small smile pulled at his lips. 

“Don’t laugh at me, James, please, I can’t bear it. I’ll get over this crush I have on you, I promise. We have a professional relationship and-” 

He cut her off with a kiss, his hands cradling either side of her face. His body pressed against hers, backing her up against one of the shelves. They fit together so perfectly, like they were made to be pressed up against each other. 

Lily sighed into his mouth, her eyes having slid closed, her fingers gripping his school shirt so tightly that if she tugged she might have ripped it. A small whimper escaped her as he deepened the kiss between them, his tongue sliding across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. And who was she to deny him?

James’ hands wandered from her face to run down her neck, moving across her body to finally rest on her lower back, pushing closer towards him while her own arms moved up to wrap around his neck. And finally Lily was able to sink her fingers into the messy shock of hair on top of his head. Of course it was unbelievable soft. 

It took them a small while, but eventually the two of them needed to emerge for breath, their kisses softening into gentle pecks before they parted. Both of them were breathing deeply, their chests heaving into each other as they each took a moment to process what exactly had just transpired between them. 

“Of course I fancy you, Evans,” James said finally, his lips still just a fraction of an inch away from Lily’s that she felt every word across her own tingling lips, “I’ve fancied you for so long that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. I- I was a little shocked by your comment back there because I was almost certain that I had imagined you saying it until you ran away. Because, Lily, I’d spent the entire time sitting there next to you daydreaming about kissing the sugar from your lips, pretending that the small sighs and noises you were making were because of me and not because of sweets. And… And now that I’ve had a taste of you… I don’t want to eat anything ever again… I’m addicted to your lips…” 

“So keep kissing me. And don’t ever stop.”

[bronzeagepizzeria]

For @jilychallenge | @jilychallenge2023 My partner was @athenasparrow ❤️

June: winter

Prompt : i decided to walk outside shirtless (accidentally) but i forgot it's winter and why're you screaming at me like that? and oh gosh, you're very pretty.

[siriuslychessi]

Jilychallenge September 2023

For @jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge

Partner: @constancezin (who is the best ever)

Read in AO3

“look maybe we are holding hands under the desk in class but that doesn’t mean he/she likes me”

They had cornered her again, she felt there was a vendetta against her, not every muggle born, but just her. It seemed that the wanna be Death Eaters had put a target on her back and she hadn’t noticed, because it seemed that no matter where she ended lately, there they always were. 

She didn’t have it in her to fight, she just wanted to take a long bath in the Prefect’s Bathroom, forget about her tiredness for pulling an all nighter, but the bigoted wizards had other ideas in mind.

Why did they have to be so annoying that early? Why couldn’t they be asleep?

She wanted to be asleep, but she felt like a long bath first, and they wouldn’t be the ones that stopped her from doing so. 

Lily wasn’t even going to face them, she was just going to pass them and ignore the two of them, but then Rosier and Stebbins smirked, and she knew they weren’t going to let this go. 

What she didn’t notice, at first, was that the two of them weren’t alone. Two of them she could have handled, but then Rossier and Stebbins, turned into Crouch and Carrow and other two 5th years that Lily didn’t remember the names at the moment, but hanging around the others meant that they weren’t exactly good for her. 

The five of them had it against her, not only because she was a muggle born, but because of the scene se had caused with Snape last year, and the fact that she kept showing them off by being an amazing witch that got the praise of all the Professor while they deemed her, and anyone like her, inferior. 

Evans had even put a couple of them in detention more than one time, and she was sure they would make sure that she wouldn’t be able to do that anymore. 

“Look what do we have here, a mudblood on the loose.” Carrow sneered as he took his wand out.

“Can we not do this now? It’s too early to get headaches." She complained, trying to figure a way to outrun them, to get out of there without minimal confrontation, but she wasn’t sure that she would make it. 

“Do what?” one of them fainted innocence, but she could see that he was looking at her movements, her hand near her wand in a protective stance. 

Lily was about to reply, to try and take her wands away, to signal someone for help, anything that would get her out of there unharmed. When she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Alright there, Evans?” 

James Potter was never someone she would be glad to see, not always, he could be arrogant and full of himself, but he certainly had great timing. She didn’t want to turn around, to see him and give her back to the other 5, but she nodded, gripping her wand, not wanting to make a fuss, but not being dumb about the company.

“This doesn’t concern you, Potter, it’s between us and the mudblood.” Rosier replied. 

“That’s not very nice of you.” Lily heard James say as two red flashes passed her, making two of the other students faint. She didn’t had time to react when someone grabbed her by her free hand and pulled her backwards, away from the party. “Run!” he instructed her, pulling on her hand trying to get her away from there.

“Why did you do that for! They weren’t doing anything!” she yelled, but her legs moved away from the boys, she didn’t want to be in the middle of that mess, much less after Potter had hexed them.

“Because they are bampots and were about to hex you!” he replied, “I’ve just bought us some time!” he replied back, frustrated with the situation, and a bit winded, like he was tired. He looked sweaty, and his breath came in pants as he tried to run faster away from the other boys that managed to follow them.

His shirt was stuck on his wet chest, as if he had been working out this whole time, and Lily was definitely not looking but her brain found it odd, and compelling at the same time.

A few hexes flew pass her, and her body reacted first than her mind. She threw a few hexes, and protective charms, trying to get the others to stop, to leave them alone, but only seemed to fuel them. 

James never seemed to stop, even when he was visibly tired, he just pushed forward, and fought back as well. Why did he go to that length to help her? He could have stepped away and let them be, but he tried to make sure she was safe.

Lily didn’t know what to think of it. 

Eventually they lost them. The bullies just disappeared, or got tired of following, and James was grateful because he could barely breathe. 

“Are you okay?” Lily asked, concerned, a little winded herself. 

James could only nod as a reply. “Brill.” he tried after a few more breaths.”

“I didn’t think that you would get tired so easily.” she teased, knowing that he was doing something else before finding her. 

James looked at her, almost rolling his eyes, like saying ‘Please, don’t mock me, Evans.’ but he was just trying to catch his breath.

“Mmm, may I have my hand back, please?” she asked after a few moments, noticing how he was still holding her hand, not in a possessive way, but more in a carrying way, like he would still run away with her and protect her from the idiots that were name calling her. 

She blushed a little at that thought. Why was she thinking of Potter like anything other than a bully? He had hexed the others while they were just being idiots, that was not enough reason… Well it was but she was supposed to be above that. But he didn’t even hesitate on being on her side, on standing together with her, even if his own status cleared him of their mean treatment. 

“Oh.” he said, releasing his grip, “Sorry.” he mumbled. 

Lily felt a bit disappointed at that, somehow she missed how protected she felt. Even if rationally she knew she could protect herself. 

“No problem. Do I need to get Pomfrey?” she asked worried that he wouldn’t be able to recuperate. 

James shook his head, and took his wand, pointing it at his mouth. Water began pouring from it, and James drank it a few times before being a coherent human being again. “Better,” he smiled at her, “You made me train harder today than ever, Evans.” he chuckled, sounding a bit better now. 

“Training?” she blinked, not understanding. 

“I run every day to train for Quidditch, builds stamina. But wasn’t expecting to run longer than usual.” he admitted, taking his glasses and trying to clean the fog generated from his heated skin, “What were you doing up so early? Rounds? That can’t be…” he pondered for a minute, “Oh sorry, don’t mean to pry, not everyone is up this early.”

“I understand,” she cut his worries short, “I wanted to get to the Prefect’s Bathroom, pulled an all nighter.”

“Ah, and that is when you found those lovely friends?”

“I wouldn’t call them friends.”

“Me neither, bloody bigots.” he said, placing his specs back on. “I can go with you if you’d like.”

Lily raised an eyebrow and James’ face paled at the insinuation of his words.

“Oh Godric, no!” he hurriedly replied, “I meant just to the door, to make sure they don’t bother you! I wouldn’t… I would never, that’s not…”

“Relax, Potter, I understood.” she said with a small laugh. It was rare to see him flustered. “I would appreciate it, but don’t you have someone to be?”

“A shower, probably.” he laughed as well. “I can make sure that they don’t bother you and pop in one before classes.”

Lily looked back at the corridor where they had just come from, and then at James, he was being sincere, but she couldn’t ask him of that, he needed to get to his dorm as well. And if she was being honest, she didn’t want to consider what it would be to walk out of the bathroom after and be alone. She didn’t feel exactly thrilled to find the 5 boys again, even if the chance would be remote now. 

“It’s okay, we can go back to the tower, I’m sure I can hog mine before the girls wake up.” she admitted, starting to walk in the direction of the tower. 

James followed.

Lily had had time to ponder the events of the morning. 

The bullies, James, the fear she felt of being trapped, James' soothing voice asking if she was okay, the few hexes exchanged, James sweaty body, how she felt like she wouldn’t be exactly safe going places alone, the reassuring hand on hers…

She really felt conflicted about the whole situation. First, she wasn’t some damsel in distress, yes, she was technically a damsel, and she had been in distress but she could handle herself, she wasn’t some woman that needed rescuing. At least not all the time, but she had been glad, so glad that Potter had come to help her. The relief she felt was genuine, even if her heart was making her think inappropriate things about Potter.

They were friends, their relationship had improved, but that was it, she didn’t have feelings for Potter, it was just all mixed up with her gratefulness from the morning.

Charms class came not long after, they were assigned partners according to their last grade. And of course she got James, why did he had to be brilliant at Charms? Why couldn’t see be set with Mary or Remus, or anyone that didn’t make her heart jump and her brain overthink?

She was about to sit on her seat when another student stepped on her path. 

Carrow was there, scowling at her, but she knew he wouldn’t do anything in front of the professor.

She moved to pass him over, when she heard him say “Next time you won’t get away, scum.”

It was less than a whisper, but loud enough for her to hear. 

She didn’t know why but it made her fear a little, not enough to panic, but enough to understand that while she was there, there wouldn’t be a moment of peace, not from him. 

Why didn’t they just mind their own business, why did they have to poke and provoke her?

She finally made it over to her seat. 

Hand shaking.

Moving her hands below the desk, closing them, trying to stop them from shaking.

Why did it have to affect her so much? Why couldn’t she be stronger? Or braver?

She didn’t notice when someone sat next to her, just when a rough hand was set on top of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

It wasn’t demanding, it wasn’t pushing her to look up, or to even move, just a little squeeze to say ‘It’s okay’ and maybe ‘You are not alone’, making her breath easily, to remind that courage wasn’t facing things alone without help, but just facing them the best one could.

Then there they were, holding hands below the desk, with complicating feelings, not sure if their liked each other like that, or it was just the mixed situations surrounding them, but for that little moment they shared their courage with each other.

[di-daynamic]

fainting for you

@jilychallenge @jilychallenge2023: July Summer

Prompt: “you just fainted right in front of me please you need to drink more in this heatwave, and oh wow, it turns out you’re also unfairly pretty/handsome when you aren’t passing out on me”

Partner: @crumbofmoon

Summary: James runs away from paparazzi and falls (faints) all over again in love with Lily Evans.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

P.S. I Still Wait for You

Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here And you're miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging Through my frozen heart tonight I hear your name in certain circles And it always makes me smile

 I spend my time Thinking about you And it's almost driving me wild And that's my heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missing you No matter What my friends say

Missing You by John Waite (1984)

 @jilychallenge @jilychallenge2023

@sosohh My partner in fic: just about made it in unfinished 🤣🤣

Prompt:

Words we should never have left unsaid and/or PS I still wait for you

  He still doesn’t know why she left. She never explained. Worse than that, she never said goodbye. He can’t even remember what she was wearing the last time he saw her. He hadn’t spoken to her for a few days, she had been busy with her new job, he’d been busy with his. They’d just won the war. A miracle. He was trying out for a place on the English Quidditch team, she had just been accepted onto the Healers Training Scheme in St Mungo’s. They had been together for two years, sharing a flat. He had never felt happier. Sirius had just done the preliminary exam for the School of Law – and been accepted, much to Walburga’s horror, if the Howler had been anything to go by. Remus had turned down his offer to finance him through an apprenticeship or to buy him a bookshop to manage, and instead had gotten himself a precarious job in a second-hand bookshop. Typical Moony. Peter had started a shit job in the Ministry of Magical Transport and promptly started looking for another one, rightly so.

It was a time of potential, excitement, euphoria. Voldemort was dead. And then she had disappeared.

She was fine. Marlene and Dorcas had been in touch with her. Relocated to Canada. Montreal. He didn’t even think she could speak French. He didn’t know what she was doing there. She had cut herself off from the wix world completely.

He isn’t missing her at all, since she’s been gone, it’s been nearly three years. He’s fine. He gets up every day, showers, apparates to Puddlemere United grounds in Dorset, and trains himself into the ground. Meets up with his mates regularly. Eyerolls at the obliviousness of two of them – dancing around each other, saying nothing. The evenings are the worst.

He spends too much time thinking about her. He needs to stop. She’s fine, he’s fine, they are all fine. He still has a tiny passport sized picture of them in his muggle wallet, taken at a funfair in a photo booth. He is grinning like an idiot, glasses askew. She has her head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes shining. It’s in black and white and doesn’t move. He pretends he’s forgotten. But it’s still there, behind the pound notes he hardly ever uses. Like his heart. Still stuck in 1981.

He hears her name in certain circles – acquaintances from the class of ‘78. Despite everything, despite himself, hearing her name always makes him smile. He’s transported back to his school days. The incessant banter, the witty comebacks, the arguments over the tiniest things – excuses to talk to each other. Both smitten. Both madly in love. Or so he had thought. So had they all.

But they had been wrong.

“Lily Evans – do you hear much from her?”

“Do you guys keep in touch?”

“What’s she at these days?”

He pretends it doesn’t hurt, each time.

“We lost touch,” he says, making it sound so relaxed, so trivial, so grown up and disinterested.

He tried dating other people since she left. For two years. It wasn’t fair on them and it wasn’t fair on him. Now he doesn’t bother. He just needs to get his arse into gear and meet the right person. Or perhaps he still waits for her - an irrelevant, outdated postscript. He hasn’t tried contacting her. He isn’t a weirdo. He respects her decision. He just thinks if he knew what he did wrong it would somehow make it all more bearable.

 ***

 Remus and Sirius finally get together. He moved out, hoping that might move things along. He’s right. When it finally happens it’s domestic, uncomplicated. They talk late into the night one evening, over a bottle of red wine. Sirius has been hinting for years that he loves Remus, but the oblivious arse is too thick to notice it. And yet, he is the one to make the first move.

There’s no turning back. They get together in September – warm sunshine, hazy languid warmth hanging on to the glorious ebbing of summer. By October they are engaged. November and it’s done nothing but rain for weeks on end and they are planning a wedding. He and Peter are best men.

The date of the Wedding is December 21st, Winter Solstice. She had left on December 22nd, 1981. He isn’t missing her at all.

“She’s coming,” Sirius tells him, sticking his chin out, ready for a fight; but his eyes are guarded, like he’s concerned, protective.

“What?”

“We invited her.”

He knows who she is.

“Why?”

“Remus wanted her to be here. I wanted her to come. She was one of our best friends.”

He doesn’t answer, clenches his jaw and fidgets with the mug of tea in his hands. He can’t veto his best friends’ wedding guests. But he wants to. So badly. He clears his throat, stares at the grain of wood on the table, says nothing.

Sirius waits. He doesn’t feel anything. Except perhaps frozen.

“Alright,” he says eventually.

His voice sounds gravelly, scratchy, like someone else is talking. Sirius stands behind him, places a hand on his shoulder, squeezes it tight.

“Thank you,” he says.

Like he understands how big a thing this is.

He has four weeks to get used to it.

He doesn’t.

[annabtg]

March @jilychallenge/@jilychallenge2023 Theme: Soulmates Partner: @eemolu

You’re born with two eye colours: one is your natural eye, and the other is the eye of your soulmate. When you meet, your eyes return to their natural state.

One of them knows, the other doesn't. But whether they go with it or try to fight it, destiny always works out the way it was meant to.

Read Inescapable on AO3 Completed, 4.2k words

[jilychallenge]

March Jilychallenge 2024

We really hope that February’s sweet fluff did not cause you to have cavities because, again, we have a sweet, cute theme of…

FAIRYTALES

It may be a rendition of a classic fairy tale, like Cinderella, Snow White or the Sleeping Beauty or any other lesser know fairy tales like The Juniper Tree, Bluebeard etc! Or it may even be a fairy tale of your own making set in a fantasy world! All we want is for our James and Lily to live their Happily Ever After!

To sign up:

• please reblog this post by the 1st of March tagging with what you'd like to make (for example #one-shot, #writing, #art, #drawing, #mood board, #playlist etc. You can be as vague as or specific as you like)

• At the beginning of the month, we will assign you a partner and you will receive your prompt (here or on JilyChallenge Discord). Keep an eye on this blog or Discord and please check your messages on Tumblr.

• Each creator makes their own creation, collabs are encouraged but not the aim of this challenge.

• (optional) please follow the jilychallenge Tumblrblog and @jilychallenge2023 for updates.

• (optional) join the Jily Challenge on Discord (send an ask for an invite) for beta help, chatting and mental support.

when posting:

creators should try to post their entries by the end of the month (What to do when you miss the deadline?)

please tag your partner and the jilychallenge in your post (including the theme and your prompt, if possible)

we will reblog all entries tagged #jilychallenge

if you post your art or story on ao3, please add it to the collection of Jily Challenges 2024

[ohmygodshesinsane]

@jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge | partner: @wearingaberetinparis

Month: April Letters, Notes, and Texting

Prompt: “Haha if we lived together you would get more sleep because I would always make you come to bed with me.” “Haha, if you lived with me, we would get very little sleep, Hahahahaha.” “... haha is that so?” “Mhmm, haha.” “Haha” “Haha”

((I’m sorry this is so so late! And the prompt does get involved - just in a later chapter ;) ))

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

haha, unless...

Lily Evans is not a problem-causer, really, truly - she's just surrounded by them. How is she supposed to have a normal life when her roommates are completely barmy, her sister hates her (and is planning a wedding), and now some random blokes from Marlene's class are barging onto her sofa every week to interrupt a hitherto sacred space.

It's not as if she wants James Potter to be attacked by chavs, become Jesus, buy her coffee, or listen to her ramble about Petunia. Mostly that's his fault.

Really.

chapter one: make herpes reimburse you

[available on Ao3]

[theresthesnitch]

I take you just the way you are

Written for the January @jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge with @charmsandtealeaves as my partner. Prompt: first dance at their wedding - “I made a promise and I intend to keep it” / “I just meant to tell you that I’m having trouble breathing, with you, looking like that”

Unsurprisingly, I've taken some liberties and written far more than I intended to, but I'm thrilled to have this done in time to post it on Lily's birthday. Happy Birthday, Lily. I hope you dance the night away.

Excerpt:

“She’s refusing to dance with me,” James grumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “Says she can learn better on her own.” 

“Ms. Evans?” McGonagall turned a glare toward Lily. “Is that true?”

“Yes, Professor.” Lily dropped her hands to her sides. “I don’t believe Potter has anything to contribute, and I’ll do better without the shenanigans from him.” 

“Shenanigans?” James huffed. “I haven’t even done anything.” 

“Yet.” Lily said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

McGonagall gave a long-suffering sigh and looked between them as they stood in identical huffy positions. “You can’t learn to dance alone, Ms. Evans.” 

“I certainly can’t learn to dance with James Potter, either.” 

Read the rest here on AO3.

[practicecourts]

Meet me at midnight

@jilychallenge @jilychallenge2023 | Partners: @annasghosts & @joyseuphoria | April: Letters, Notes, Texting | Prompt: X receives a text, and reads the snippet on his/her phonescreen: Before he/she can read it in full, because let’s face it, the snippet comes as rather a shock…. he/she presses delete. magical: there’s a note flying over to X, before he/she can read more than one line (but X knows that handwriting anywhere) he/she vanishes the note in shock before reading all that was there. | @charmsandtealeaves thanks for beta-reading this bit of Teenage drama ;-)

Inspired at last when I listened to Jagged little pill (on an actual CD, yes people they still exist) and the secret hidden track started to play.

summary: Lily Evans finds a note on the floor in very familiar handwriting and panics. What's a girl to do when her world turns upside down, and not in a good way?

Because somewhere along the line of becoming James Potter’s friend she’d fallen a whole lot farther than that. She’d jumped out of friendship zone and fallen deep into crush country.

[jaylienpotter]

I wanted to make an ongoing story using microfic prompts but none really work this month...

@jegulus-microfic is very halloween based, makes it hard to keep it coherent (also can't do this next month bc of the strike)

@wolfstarmicrofic is canon based this month

@jilymicrofics won't give prompts for October bc of @jilytoberfest which doesn't have a list for the whole month

@rosekiller-microfic and @jilychallenge2023 haven't updated yet so idk

@prongsfoot-microfic hasn't updated in months

Are there any other prompt tumblrs you know?? Help.