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meriyart · 8 months
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jily romcom au (bc james singing can’t take my eyes off you is inevitable)
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myartcloudsstuff · 7 months
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Lily as Satine from Moulin Rouge!
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wearingaberetinparis · 4 months
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Just to let you know I have written quite a bit this weekend! Obviously*, though, my Jily Celebrity AU oneshot is getting quite a bit longer than I had anticipated, so I'm quite simply not done just yet. I hope to have it up by Tuesday evening! Fingers crossed! To tide you over... here is my banner for the Taylor/Travis-inspired Jily Celebrity AU I am writing.
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*It's me, who did I think I was convincing that I could keep it short and sweet?
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moonyslatte · 2 years
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Remus: *interacts with people*
Remus: *has to take a five hour nap*
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Alive!Jily at Harmione’s wedding. Had this wonderful commission done by https://x.com/47_hard?s=21.
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apalapucian · 1 month
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no questions asked
AN: this is for @all-things-jily, who asked for angst. modern magic AU. parallel to completely human but not the same universe. you don't have to read that one for this, although it might provide more context. thank you <3
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"evans, do you have another favor?"
"i… might."
he laughs. "alright, let's hear it."
a beat, and then: "date me," she says. "no questions asked."
james's mouth actually falls open. they both sit straighter.
"you can say no," she offers.
"like hell i'm doing that. but – "
she wilts a little from that last monosyllabic word. " – but?"
"well, it's just i have so many questions, that's all."
"too bad," she says, upbeat again. "it's the rules."
read on ao3
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petals2fish · 2 months
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Catching Fire
A/N: My January @jilychallengeis here one day late! My prompt was the song Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars and my partner was the beautiful and talented @practicecourts!! Read my Hunger Games AU on on A03.
"Oh, Lord, what have I done?" she murmured, watching James stride away toward Victor's Village without glancing back. 
She had fallen in love with a man on the run.
Running from her.
Running from the capitol.
Running away from anything that brought him back into the arena.
It wasn't James' fault that he teetered on the edge of the hangman's noose. He had defied the Capitol, winning the games impulsively by leveraging his and Lily's relationship against Seneca Crane. Now, fate compelled them to be together, yet he behaved as though being in her company was the last thing he desired. Returning alive from the games seemed to have made him distant and Lily hated that she was now sleeping alone. 
“He regrets saving me,” Lily hissed as she sidestepped a mud puddle, “he must.”
Six months had passed since the Hunger Games, and Lily could scarcely recall what life was like before the ordeal. Now, she found herself alone, her sister's indifference evident as Petunia had never cared for her and perhaps had even hoped for Lily's demise in the games. Unfortunately for Petunia, Lily had survived, yet the one person who felt like family seldom directed their attention her way for more than a fleeting moment.
As he returned from his turkey hunting expedition in the woods, he unmistakably noticed her approaching along the road. She felt let down when he didn't pause to accompany her. In the initial three months since their return from The Hunger Games, James had rarely allowed Lily to step away from his bed. She’d spent many sunlit days hiding under the covers with him, only leaving to eat and present themselves to the occasional cameras. 
However, at present, he preferred brooding.
Lily followed James toward Victor's Village, where they cohabited with Haymitch and James' parents. Lily harbored a dislike for her residence, a place devoid of companionship, driving her to often choose a sofa near the kitchen for her sleep, finding solace in the act of baking. Baking became her refuge, a sanctuary to escape the haunting memories of the Hunger Games. Writing also became her pastime, and she spent her free hours chronicling the games from her perspective, concealing the records beneath a loose board in the living room.
Rather than heading straight home, Lily diverted her path to the house farthest away from the usual route. It had been a while since she last checked on Haymitch that morning, and a sense of concern tugged at her. The winding path leading to his residence was lined with tall trees, their branches reaching out like protective arms.
Approaching, the creaking of the porch swing caught her attention, sounding out of place, and a knot formed in her stomach. The wind picked up, promising a storm. The front door stood slightly ajar, sparking a flicker of worry within her.
“Haymitch?” she called.
As she approached, more details came into view. The scent of alcohol assaulted her nostrils upon entering the foyer. On her right, a flickering light emanated from the kitchen. Tracking its glow, Lily discovered Haymitch slumped over the table, inebriated and unconscious. With a sigh, she placed her bag of baked goods on the counter. Her next move was to check the fridge for any cheese; he'd have to wake up, eat, and sober up.
In a stealthy entrance, James remained so silent that she only became aware of his presence when a turkey landed with a thud on the table. "Hi, Lily."
Turning away from the fridge, Lily stared at James, clad in his deer hide jacket. She wanted to see his eyes, she wanted to feel okay again, and it would only happen if he looked at her the way he used too. The way she almost wanted to beg him too. However, his attention was not on her but on Haymitch.
"He's been like that since I arrived five minutes ago," Lily informed James. "I was in the middle of looking for cheese to pair–"
Interrupting her, James poured water from the nearby pail onto Haymitch's face. Startled, Haymitch jerked up in his seat, arms flailing, and a string of profanities escaping his lips. Unfazed, James placed the bucket down in front of the older man. Haymitch, realizing he's not in immediate danger, retaliated with a glare that could cut through steel.
"The cameras will be here in three hours," James warned him, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.
"I'm not the one who had to be on camera," grumbled Haymitch, his discontent evident as Lily began slicing into her freshly baked rosemary bread.
"Would you like some bread, James?" she asked politely, not lifting her gaze from her task.
"No, thank you," James responded a bit too hastily.
Haymitch chortled darkly, wiping his face with his shirt. "You two have some warming up to do before the cameras arrive."
"Speaking of that," James said, glancing around before addressing Haymitch, "we need to discuss our angle."
"What angle?" Haymitch smiled at Lily as she passed him a piece of bread smothered in cheese. "You're an angel, Lily," he added hungrily.
"The star-struck lovers angle," James suggested, "the one where Lily and I are in love."
“It's a good angle.” Haymitch said gruffly, “we’re not touching it.”
James winced, visibly. “Haymitch we need–”
“No James,” Haymitch snapped.
James startled them both by slamming a fist down, “I don’t want to be in love with her anymore!”
Lily stared at James as if he'd grown two heads. "You're–you’re not in love with me?"
"I-" James stammered, suddenly looking more like a deer caught across from his bow.
Suddenly, his previous cold demeanor made sense to Lily. All his pushing away, sleeping in his own bed with no invitations. He used to take her hunting with him and now, he wanted to be alone. Somewhere along the way, he'd fallen out of love with her.
Wait.
A rushing, swooping, unbearable thought entered her mind. What if, he'd never loved her? What if everything int he games had been an act, something he'd chosen to do to get home. They only got lucky that the game makers had stated the kids could go home together if they remained from the same district. That was when James had sought her out, made sure she stayed alive after Cato cut her leg open. 
She brandished her knife at him almost as a warning. "So, all those times in the arena – you were lying about loving me?"
"No!" James protested.
"Then why change the angle?" Lily demanded.
"I just wanted to get you home!" James screamed, surprising her, as he was normally so even-tempered. "I just wanted to get you home so you could live! I never planned on the Capitol viewing my act with the berries as defiance! I didn't think the districts would start rebelling–"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Haymitch cut in sharply. "What the hell are you talking about, James?"
James ran his hands through his hair, collapsing at the table in defeat. "Snow came to see me three months ago. He said the other districts were starting to show signs of rebellion. He claimed it was my fault because people don't think I really love Lily."
Lily crossed her arms, seeking clarification. "So, you are in love with me?"
James laughed miserably, sending her the saddest brown-eyed smile she'd ever seen. "I've been in love with you since we were kids, Lily. Of course, I wasn't faking it, but other people think we were."
"Other people can keep their opinions to themselves." Lily huffed, earning a warm look from James, the first one in a long time. 
"Did Snow ask you to stop seeing Lily?" Haymitch inquired carefully, refraining from touching any more of Lily's bread. 
In all fairness, she experienced a strong urge to vomit as well and didn't want any bread either. The timeline suddenly aligned—Snow speaking to James and James distancing himself from Lily. It had happened at the same time, three months ago. Somehow though, that wasn’t making her feel better.
"No," James sighed, rubbing his eyes. "He wants me to marry her."
Lily wondered if it was possible for a heart to stop working, but life to continue on. She swore it stopped beating the second those words fell from James’ lips. He had said it like…like the idea of marrying her was exhausting. Tears threatened to spill. She also considered chucking the knife at his head. 
"What's so bad about that?" Haymitch questioned.
“Yeah,” Lily asked coolly, “what is so bad about that?”
James gazed at Haymitch, a haunted expression in his eyes, refusing to look at Lily. "I've got a target on my back for what I did, Haymitch, and she'll have one too if I let her marry me."
"I don't care," Lily declared, her voice cracking as she stuck the knife on the table and walked around it to take James' sullen face in her hands. "Do you hear me? I. Don't. Care."
"He'll kill you, Lily," James croaked, looking up into her eyes. "He’d kill you to keep me in line.”
She refused to release his face to wipe her tears away. Her thumbs gently brushed down his tanned cheek, an attempt to soothe him, but his own tears continued to spill as he stared at her. The intensity of his gaze conveyed a sense that he was looking at her as if it might be the last time they would share such a moment.
Over her dead body would she let that happen, literally and figuratively. 
"I want to marry you," she declared sincerely, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. "I'll never love anyone else except you."
As she spoke those heartfelt words, Lily could sense the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air hung heavy with a mixture of love and the impending danger that James had spoken about. Yet still, she was seventeen, plenty of girls her age got married that young in the Seam. Sometimes even younger, if a husband is desperate enough to start popping out baby’s for more food rations. 
“Lily.” James looked like he had the night she first said, ‘I love you,’ to him. Utterly helpless. “Don’t you want to do it on your own terms, not because we have too?”
"You have to get married," Haymitch said softly from his chair, his words carrying the weight of a harsh reality, "you won’t be able to wait long.”
“How quickly?” James asked.
“I’d say if you aren’t engaged by the end of the victory tour, one of you will be dead at Snow’s hand."
She didn’t know why she burst into tears at the thought. Lily felt James' hands come up, closing around hers in a reassuring grip. In one swift motion, he stood up, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. It wasn't the most technically perfect kiss they had shared, but it was undoubtedly the most emotional. As their lips met, he broke into a sob against her mouth.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his words muffled by the tender connection of their kiss. "This isn't how I envisioned us."
“I know,” she took deep breaths, trying to calm down, “I know you didn’t want this, want me, like this.”
“I’ll always want you, Lily Evans,” he said firmly, “but I wanted you with me by choice, not force.”
“I do choose you,” she argued, “I will always choose you, in this lifetime, and any others we meet.”
The weight of impending danger hung heavily in the air as James reluctantly pulled away from the kisses. Lily could feel the intensity of his emotions, a mixture of love, regret, and the looming threat that hovered over their lives. She wished they had been born somewhere else, anywhere else, so they could have lived a normal life together.
She didn’t even know what that meant, though; she just imagined something softer. A life where coal dust didn’t settle on everything, glasses were always filled, and holidays were filled with laughter. She envisioned it as James sang to her in the songs before sleep and as it was portrayed in the few banned books she managed to read from the seam.
Haymitch observed the scene, his eyes filled with a kind of sadness that spoke of experiences long-buried and sacrifices made. "You two need to make this believable. The Capitol is watching, and Snow won't hesitate to make an example out of you," he warned, his voice low and serious.
Lily nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She knew the Capitol played by its own twisted rules, and the consequences of defiance were severe. Still holding James' hands, she glanced into his eyes, silently conveying a shared determination to face whatever came their way.
“I shouldn't have chosen the berries.” He whispered, “I shouldn’t have played their games.”
"There wasn't a right or a wrong to choose in the Games," Lily gently withdrew her hands from his face and pulled him into a comforting hug. "You did what you had to do."
James's breath spilled against her ear as he embraced her back, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "Every time I look at you, I think about that moment and wonder how I could've gotten you out. I question if I should've sacrificed myself so that you could live, even if it meant living without me. I just don't want you to hate me for putting us in this predicament."
Lily gently pulled back, allowing her to peer into James's eyes. His gaze reflected a profound sense of brokenness, yet he didn't avert his eyes from hers again. "Give me the burden, give me the blame," she told him earnestly. "I don't want you pushing me away just to try and repent for something that's not your fault."
James's fingers slid up her neck, entwining in her red hair. "I wanted to shoulder the load, keep you from the shame, just in case I don't make it out of the next game."
"We never have to go back into that arena," Lily reminded him, her breath shaky. "All we have to do is mentor the new kids. You made sure of that, and I don't care if the districts think you were defying the Capitol. I don't care if no one believes we're in love. I love you, you love me, and we'll make it through whatever comes next together. President Snow can't hurt us now."
"Can't he?" James asked weakly. "He could make any one of our deaths look like an accident."
"And he will," Haymitch interjected, standing up to emphasize his point. "When you go on this victory tour, it won't end. Every year, with every new Games, Snow and the others will replay your story for the masses. They will bend and shape the rest of your lives to their will. They will control everything, from the number of kids you have to the hobbies you grow into. This doesn’t stop when you get off the train."
"What if we run away?" Lily asked Haymitch, shifting within James's arms that held her securely around the middle, keeping her close. "Go, live in the woods."
Haymitch's eyes remained void of emotion as he replied bluntly, "You'd be dead before you made it three miles."
"And if we don't do what Snow asks of us?" James inquired, a note of defiance in his voice. "What then?"
Haymitch gestured around his house miserably. "He'll kill everyone you love, or care about, and you'll end up just like me."
“Fuck.” James buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing deeply into it. 
Lily's heart ached with a poignant sadness, recalling that Haymitch had once known the warmth of a family and the comfort of a real home. Now, all that remained were the empty bottles and their company.
"You have us," Lily gently reminded Haymitch, her voice carrying a note of compassion.
Haymitch lifted his moonshine bottle, taking a swig before reluctantly nodding. "For now." The weight of those two words lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of their makeshift alliance in the face of the Capitol's relentless control.
She used to pray to a God, like her grandmother had done before her. Lily wondered how many hail Mary’s it would take to set them all free. In the face of the Capitol's tyranny, she couldn't help but question whether the heavens were watching, whether their pleas reached beyond the confines of their oppressive reality.
Haymitch left them alone in the kitchen, heading upstairs to wash up in his single shower room. Lily made no move to leave James's arms, relishing the rare opportunity to feel the comfort and security he provided, a respite she hadn't experienced in months. He was her anchor, her safety net in the tumultuous sea of uncertainty.
"I missed you," she confessed, turning her head to plant a tender kiss on his scalp, reachable from her current position.
James responded by tightening his embrace around her middle, his nose nuzzling into her hair until his warm lips found solace on her neck. She raised one hand, tucking it against his head, cradling him beneath her ear.
"I'm sorry," he murmured between a cascade of kisses. "I am so sorry."
"For what?" she inquired, genuine confusion in her eyes.
He sighed, his breath warm against her skin. "You'll be guilty of inciting a rebellion by mere association with me, Lil."
"I don't care if we're found guilty," Lily asserted, summoning the courage to turn so they could be face to face again. "I don't care if we're not. We've all done good and bad things to get ourselves out of that arena."
James sniffled, his nose red from crying. "I should've killed myself and let you live. Then you would not be forced to marry me on someone else's terms."
"I would've married you, eventually," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "I've been yours since the day with the bread."
His left hand slipped across her face. "But if I were dead, you'd be the only victor. The districts wouldn't see the berries as an act of defiance, and you'd be safe."
"If anything, I should've died," Lily argued, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I don't have anyone. You have your parents, Sirius, and Remus. You're all that I've got."
"Then I guess we both should have died," he joked, their foreheads pressing together in a tender moment. “The star-crossed lovers from district twelve.” 
"Or maybe the Capitol will die," Lily sighed, brushing his hair back with a free hand.
"If you say things like that," he nipped at her nose playfully, "then we really will be meeting at the hanging tree. It's like this song my mum used to sing when she was weaving baskets…dad made her stop singing it around me...but I still remember it all."
"You've always had an ear for music." She nodded, "sing it for me, please."
James kissed her again, savoring the moment, before lightly pulling away to sing in a hushed tone, "Are you, are you coming to the tree, where a dead man called out for his love to flee…"
Lily's eyes fluttered open. "That's song is banned, you got detention for it once."
James tucked her hair behind her ear, a playful glint in his eyes. " Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree. "
"I don't like this song," Lily whispered, her voice barely audible. "I prefer the one you sang for Rue, before she died."
The glimmer of light in James's eyes dimmed at the memory of his little companion in the Games, before he and Lily had been reunited. "Snow said Rue's district is where the uprising started. He said my singing for Rue, and burying her in flowers, he said it was sacrilegious to pay her respect. That her death was the real honor."
Lily pouted, her discontent evident. "I don't see what's so honorable about killing kids like Rue and Thresh and Foxface."
“Yeah.” James sighed deeply and brought their foreheads together again. "I'm scared, Lily."
"Me too, James," she admitted honestly, her voice soft. "Me too."
“Stay with me tonight?” He asked tentatively, almost as if he were worried she’d say no.
“Every night,” she promised, “as long as you don’t let go of my hand during the day.”
“I can do that.” He wrapped his fingers against hers to show her he meant it. “You ready for interviews tonight?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
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charmsandtealeaves · 11 months
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This one may just become a micro-oops...
WC: 361 @jilymicrofics | April No. 9 Flush
He noticed her from afar the first time. It was hard to miss such vibrant red hair. She wore a white shirt that clung tightly to her curved frame and a pair of blue and white striped trousers. He’d taken this shortcut to Peter’s place more times then he could count and could recognise most familiar faces in this area but she was definitely a new one. She was frantically searching her handbag for something outside the butchers store. This beautiful eye candy was definitely worth a mention. James was so busy typing a rapid text about the mystery red to Sirius that he misplaced his footing and nearly ended up face first in the pavement. He looked up from his fall sheepishly, face flushed, to see if she had noticed. She hadn’t. The second time he saw her was electronically. He was lying in bed mindlessly scrolling Facebook as he did every night before sleep, barely paying attention by this point, when a bar photo caught his eye. It was her in a little black dress… he attempted to click into the post to enlarge it, but his damned clumsy thumbs hit the refresh news feed button instead and he was sent skyrocketing back to the top. The post was lost in cyberspace. He cursed himself loudly, Sirius knocked on the wall. It would be a case of third times the charm. He met her face to face this time for the briefest of moments. He was walking back from a lecture with Sirius, Peter and Remus when she came bouncing towards them from the opposite direction, a folder under her arm. This time she wore a green T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. God forbid - was she waving at him? He turned around and there was no one behind them. It had to be him. He waved back. She raised her eyebrow in confusion and shook her head.  “Hi Remus, history at three yeah?” She asked.  Damn… she’d been waving at Remus not him, Remus nodded as she hurried past them. “Moony, Who was that?” James asked once she was out of ear shot. “Oh that’s Lily.” Lily.
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gryffindormischief · 3 months
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noctambulate
A/N: shout out to @petalsinwoodvale (the ultimate ride or die) and @annabtg who beta'd a draft of this in record time only for me to not do anything for months :')
I hope you enjoy!
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By the time Lily climbs aboard the Knight Bus, the sleeping berths are all claimed and she’s forced to do that awkward public transport (with the accompanying overstuffed backpack) shimmy down the aisle until she reaches an empty seat. Since she was eleven, Lily’s had enough occasions to ride that she’s fairly comfortable with the occasional jerking motions as the bus skitters across England. Luckily, the ride from Cokeworth back to London is fairly brief and once the bus reaches Diagon Alley, her flat is just two blocks away.
It was a bit annoying at first, the whole restriction on long range apparition and more importantly, apparating from even partially muggle communities. But logically, she knew that the growing magical population of age to apparate and the consequential increase in travel led to major interferences with muggle artifacts. One too many shorted out toasters, a few more fried kettles than strictly acceptable, and the muggle and magical ministries had brokered a temporary deal that involved less apparating until a longer-term solution could be dreamed up.
Aside from the inconvenience, overall Lily valued the forced exposure to other witches and wizards. It sounds silly and maybe a little sad, but if it weren’t for the trips she’s taken courtesy of the Knight Bus’s new extended route, she might not have seen another human that wasn’t barking orders at her in one way or another, for the last six months. It’s come to be a comfort to see Alfie’s friendly face as he asks whether she’s got any luggage to stow, his polite nod when she answers in the negative. 
Except for today – tonight really – she’d had a hastily packed, utterly boring, and slightly stolen canvas duffle to stow below the passenger cabin. That plus the invisible baggage of her latest, and maybe last, explosion with Petunia.
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thelighthousestale · 15 days
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3 Lemons and A Dragon
March 2024 @jilychallenge - Fairy Tales
My prompt was in three parts: 1.) A fair tale - The tale of the 3 lemons 2.) a fine line - "Why should I be satisfied?" from The Wishing-Table, the Gold-Ass, and the Cudgel in the Sack 3.) an magical beast or unbelievable scenario (Dragons threaten to destroy the kingdom, A and B must work together to stop them)
Partner: @harryissuchalittleshit
Once upon a time there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father's Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.
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sweeethinny · 6 months
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my worst enemy is myself
Lily is my character to vent, I feel like she's a simple girl, and even though she's portrayed as someone super strong, something like Ginny is portrayed after what happens in CoS, I feel like she's the character where I can put the most real and raw emotions. Sorry if this is a little too melancholic, melancholy has been my favorite color lately in everything I write.
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Jealousy was something that Lily hated to experience, because in addition to making her feel like a huge idiot, it also made it clear to her that beneath the armor that hid her most intimate feelings, there was something that she refused at all costs to let show.
As she watched James and Marlene talking excitedly about whatever they liked, she thought that she would rather die than admit that she felt jealous, something so raw and unexplainable, towards her best friend. Of course she knew Marlene would never do that to her, she would never hit on someone Lily so obviously liked, but every time she let that side win, she thought that she wasn't that cool, pretty, attractive, fun and everything that was cliché, like Marlene was.
How would she explain that even though James kissed her and did almost everything she wanted, whenever she was watching him talking to Marlene she wondered if he would like to be with her more than with Lily. Wouldn't they be happier? They would be a beautiful couple, for sure, Marlene was a very beautiful woman, and Lily — secretly — envied her beauty. Her hair always seemed straight and shiny, her skin was silky and as clear as an angel's, her body was one that many women would die to have naturally without having to exert almost any effort.
It was a cruel comparison, Lily knew that, she was beautiful too. Her hair was beautiful, she believed that she had a minimally beautiful body even though to do so she had to make a tremendous effort at the gym and was still learning to deal with the possible bulimia that haunted her mind. She was hardworking, tried to be nice most of the time - but sometimes she was much more stressed and angry than Marlene, being hot-blooded and with a very dirty mouth as her mother always said - she kept the fun in her group of friends and tried hard to be good company.
How something that was so difficult for her, a constant effort that she needed to make to maintain, seemed so simple to Marlene, as if she had been born in that blessed way that few people had.
It was quite unfair.
And there were also all the other women, heavens, Lily was so insecure that her head hurt every time she had to go into battle with her own thoughts that tried to destabilize her at all costs, saying hurtful things in a way that only Lily knew how speaking to touch the most painful wound inside her chest, the sharpest memory that cut through her mind like a sword from one of the best swordsman to ever walk the Earth.
‘’What happened to you being quiet?’’ James asked, sitting next to her on the mattress that was making a sofa so they could all watch the movie that Lily wasn’t even paying attention to. The smell of popcorn next to her made her stomach turn like if just one of those greasy corns touched her mouth, it would make her explode like an overinflated balloon.
It was painful to compare.
Which it start with Marlene, soon spread to all the other women nearby, and soon, Lily was sucked into an anxiety that burned her chest, made her want to cry until she couldn't cry anymore, without being able to keep her breath controlled and her hands were shaking as if she hadn't eaten in over weeks.
‘’Nothing.’’ She managed to say, her voice was low and soft, in a way that she hated and reminded her of fights with her mother or Petunia where one of them would shout back irritably, a little politely ‘’stop whining!"
Every time she entered this whirlpool that swallowed her soul like a hungry demon, she felt her voice escape from her mouth like Ariel's after being stolen by Ursula, not knowing exactly how to articulate the words that her mind even thought of but didn't seem to know to put out. As a baby learning literacy, Lily only knew how to say key words like ‘’yes’’, ‘’no’’ and ‘’nothing’’.
Just like that, she managed to hide behind the protection she placed under herself, even if the protection hurt her more than it protected, because while she was trapped at the top of that castle, the thorns that prevented anyone from climbing the walls had already penetrated her room and itched her until her skin started to bleed.
‘’It doesn’t look like,’’ he insisted, then took the bucket of popcorn to her.
Lily took a deep breath, which probably lasted less than two seconds, in her mind it lasted two decades.
If she accepted that popcorn, something so simple and banal, it would give reason to the cruel and comparative thoughts that invaded her mind the moment she saw the oil being poured into the pan to make the popcorn, her stomach seemed to swell and the sensation of floating like a balloon was not a pleasant thing. But if she didn't accept it in return, she might seem boring, always being the one who didn't like eating things. How could someone be so… annoying.
So she accepted. Five popcorns couldn't kill anyone.
Lily smiled at James, poor guy, at one point or another he would realize that it was too tiring to try to follow her on this rollercoaster of emotions.
Even she couldn't handle the ups and downs, she felt a nausea characteristic of adventure toys, the kind that portends vomiting, and she knew it wasn't fair to make other people play with that type of toy when people didn't even agree or see the size of the roller coaster and how steep it could be in some parts.
The descents were so scary that they all seemed like the path to your death, making even the most adventurous feel fear and butterflies in their stomachs. The climbs were quick and made you lose your breath, even though the view from the top was beautiful, it didn't always last long.
''Is nothing.''
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meriyart · 7 months
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jily: anastasia au
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myartcloudsstuff · 5 months
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I’ve come to feed you more Jily content because I can’t get enough Jily x Anna Karerina AU
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wearingaberetinparis · 3 months
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Chapter 1 - Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton - A Jily Bridgerton AU
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I know what many of you will be thinking: "A new Jily fic, Mary?! Again?! Shouldn't you be finishing the ones you are writing already?!" The answers to all of these questions would be a resounding and understanding yes. However, I find that I often work best and am most inspired to write when I go with the flow and let my brain form the story it currently wants to get out. For the past three days my brain has been screaming for a Jily Regency AU and here she is: Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton, a Bridgerton-inspired Jily AU. I can't tell you exactly how many chapters I will be writing just yet, but this is the first one - from James' POV - and the second one will follow on Wednesday evening. Read Chapter 1 HERE!
Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun. A Jily Regency Romance inspired by Shondaland's Bridgerton.
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startanewdream · 6 months
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Summary: When James Potter grows up as friend of Severus Snape, and on the first day of Hogwarts, Sirius Black befriends Lily Evans, some things change, but fate is inevitable.
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Chapter 27: Sirius and Lily
‘Ah, great,’ Sirius interrupted, causing James’ hand to fall. ‘Really great.’
Lily sighed and turned to him.
‘Sirius—'
‘No. You two stay here, keep each other company, keep your little secrets as always. It's not like I care.’
(Or read from the beginning)
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Just in time for #blackevans bff week ❤️
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hinevra-blog · 1 year
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Imagine Harry and Ginny growing up together while their parents sort out the order stuff.
Imagine Harry and ginny having a friendly quidditch and prank rivalry yet everyone knowing that they're best friends
Imagine Harry trying to ask ginny out since his 4th year but her thinking he's just messing around with her, coz he's handsome, rich, and her friend .
Imagine Ginny slowly noticing him as someone she could want.
Imagine ginny just pulling him to her and snogging his brains out after her 5th year quidditch championship.
Also just side note, they have not been dating anyone before each other, so they're their first and last endgame
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