#james potter/lily evans

[ginnympotter]

Ohhhh can I give you two prompts??? 3 & 7

I would love me some Hinny, but I wouldn’t be opposed to Jily! 💕

I'm going with Jily becuz that's what those prompts scream to me!! thank you <3 all of these are really just excuses to write jily making out huh lol

"Tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again," James said, a tone of seriousness in his voice she never really quite heard.

Lily sighed, leaning her cheek into his hand. "You know that's not what I want."

"Then what do you want?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

She answered by lifting herself up on her toes and pressing her mouth to his. He reacted instantly, moving his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair. She did the same to him, reveling in the feel of him. He moved them backward towards the wall and pulled Lily more firmly up against him as he pressed eager kiss after eager kiss to her lips. A soft groan moved from the back of her throat, which just encouraged James to kiss her with even more intensity.

She felt dizzy. She had been daydreaming about what it'd be like to kiss James Potter since the end of sixth year, and here they were, wrapped up in each other at 1am in the common room alone, and the feel of his lips was more intoxicating than she ever imagined. As James moved from her mouth to her jaw and down her throat, she felt like the world was spinning. "James," she said softly.

James lifted his mouth and smiled. He caressed her face. "You have no idea how much I love hearing you call me that." Then he kissed her again.

Lily suppressed a giggle. "Well, it is your name."

"You'd think I only ever had a surname, with the way you so determinedly only ever called me Potter."

"Well, you call me Evans all the time!"

"Out of endearment, not derision."

"It's not derision," she said earnestly. "It's not. Well... not anymore, at least."

The air between them suddenly became tense. James, looking quite euphoric one moment ago, looked sullen. He shifted his eyes away from her.

"James," she tried. "I know I used to... well, um... I know I wasn't-"

"It's fine," James said, loosening his grip on her. "Forget it."

But that wasn't what she wanted, nor what she thought he wanted if his body language was any indication. She tightened her hold on the back of his neck, forcing him to look at her. "I know I was a shrew to you in fifth year. I'm not saying that there were times that you didn't deserve it, being the arrogant git you were back then, but for the most part, I know I... I know I hurt you. And I know I can't take it back, but I just want- need you to know that I don't... I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just...want you. Nobody else, just you. If me snogging you wasn't obvious enough."

He smiled at that, relaxing at her touch as she grazed her nails against the nape of his neck. "Still nice to hear." He leaned his forehead against hers and sighed happily. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"And if it wasn't already obvious, I want you, too. All the time, so bad," he said.

"It's still nice to hear, too. Although, it was nice being shown as well."

His devious smile grew, shining on his face as he leaned back in. "Happy to continue the demonstration."

#hp #one shot #drabble #jily #james potter #lily evans #james potter/lily evans #james/lily #harry potter #hp fanfic #fanfic #harry potter fanfic

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi, I love your James Potter fics. Would you consider writing an angsty but with a happy ending FSF where James nearly loses his sanity due to giving his heart to Lily?

Hi, Anon! Thank you. He's one of my favorite characters to write. 💖

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Miss Lily Evans lurches forward at the same time Master Sirius Black does, each of them attempting to catch Heir James Potter as he crumples, something fractured in his expression.

"I thought he was jesting!" Lily cries, her heart lurching in her chest, guilt filling her from head to toe. James is such a prankster that she convinced herself his constant and elaborate confessions were pranks as well--occasionally annoying, but harmless in the end.

"He wasn't," Sirius says grimly, his signet ring glowing with silver magic as he transfers it to James, muttering, "Don't you dare, Prongs."

The only reason Lily ever refused him was because she thought it was a prank, but, now that she knows it's real, that he's in earnest, she leans forward and kisses him, desperately praying Mother Magic will bless it, will weave a betrothal bond between their souls, will bring James back to her, saving his sanity; she weeps tears of relief as it works, a soft, awed, "Lily-Flower," caressing her lips.

#ellory writes #five sentence ficlet #james potter/lily evans

[ifconfusionwasaperson]

Snippet from my jegulily soulmate au fic

James told himself he couldn't pine away again. He can't do it. He's already done that with Lily once and it was the most painfully beautiful moments of his life. He can't go through that heartbreak again, especially not twice. He won't do it. But Lily and Regulus are discussing a book over a table and everytime Regulus looks away Lily throws small crumpled paper pieces into his hair, and everytime she suceeds she looks towards James to make sure he's aware of the game she's playing, and when Lily turns away to crumple more paper Regulus meets James eyes to affirm, Regulus is fully aware what's going on. He's just letting it happen. For her.

James doesn't know what to do with that knowledge. He cannot go through that sort of pining heartbreak again. He's going to do it anyways. How could he ever look at these two and not completly fall to his knees at their command. They don't even know it, such a simple act as Lily being herself and Regulus entretaining her gets his heart spinning. They're adorable, he' s not gonna get any studying done. Oh please let someone save him.

#jegulily #james potter #lily evans #lily evens #regulus black #jegulus #jily #james x regulus #james x lily #regulus x lily #James potter/Lily evans #Jegulily is real #the marauders #harry potter #james & peter & remus & sirius #the marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #Wolfstar

[hillnerd]

Jily and sunrise for the prompts

Lily bolted from the bed. What time was it? Her alarm hadn’t gone off!

She blearily reached for her alarm clock, a tangle of hair stuck to her lip. 

Oh… It was five thirty in the morning.

She didn’t need to be up for another hour and a half. She flopped back into her bed. The pillow wasn’t quite cool enough. A pillow flip, four roll overs, and twenty minutes later she still couldn’t nod off.

With a sigh she rose and put on her dressing gown. 

The Heads common room was tinged in a greyish early dawn light, just enough for her to not trip over a very large deer lying in front of the fire place.

She gave a shriek and the animal gave a startled noise that sounded something like ‘Blaaaaaulgh’ before its hooves clacked and skidded in four directions. It gave a pathetic smaller noise before collapsing to the ground. It struggled to stand but finally gave up. 

It was comical except for a deep cut she noticed on its shoulder. The creature was actually hurt. 

“Okayyyy,” she said, slowly stepping towards the deer, wand in hand. It had menacingly sharp antlers and watched her every move with large hazel eyes. “Goood deer.”

She put a sleeping spell on it.

“Don’t gore me, please…”

It gave a deep throated snort through its nose, but it slowly blinked until its eyes were fully closed.

Its shoulder wound needed staunching. The throw on the sofa would have to do. She did a quick sanitizing spell on the fabric, then split it into strips. Upon closer inspection the wound wasn’t just a cut- it was a deep four pronged puncture ripped into the fur. It must have been attacked by some creature, but how it had gotten into her dormitory was completely baffling. 

She quickly dressed then floated the deer towards Professor Kettleburn’s Care for Magical Creature’s classroom, catching stares and many a ‘my word!’ from portraits and passing ghosts. There was an empty pen towards the end. She added water to the water trough and put in some fresh hay for it to nibble on when it woke up.

The deer gave a restless shake of its head, antlers far too close to impaling her arm for her to stay there another moment. She locked the pen’s door, and left a note for the Professor before turning towards the castle.

She’d nearly made it out of the stable when she heard a cry of, “Evans!”

The stable was devoid of any people, though she turned and looked everywhere.

“Over here!”

In the same pen she’d locked the deer was James Potter, pressing his face against the bars.

“James! What are you doing?” she asked, checking behind him to make sure the deer was still asleep. But there was no deer. “Wha… Where’s— Where’s the deer?”

James heaved a sigh and hung his head, hand going to muss his hair, but stopping just short. “There was no deer.”

A disbelieving laugh began in her throat then stopped as she saw the serious look on his face.

“What did you—?” she began, staring at the spot the deer had been lying just a minute before. 

James turned and inexplicably began taking off his shirt.

“Oh my— No! Don’t do that!” 

Her cheeks flushed. She probably should have turned away and not stared at his fit form, but her eyes couldn’t seem to look away. 

Then he turned and there was the same bandage she’d put on the deer, a little bit of blood seeping through the fabric. It took a few moments before the pieces fell together.

“You’re an animagus!?” 

He nodded. “Can you let me out? I don’t want to have to explain why I’m locked in a stable stall.”

She mechanically unlocked the door, brain spluttering like a flooded engine.

“You can’t be one legally. You’re too young!”

He winced. 

“James, you could get in a lot of trouble—”

“I know.”

“But why would you ever—?”

“You know,” he said, hazel eyes meeting hers with such intensity she felt her breath catch. 

Why would someone risk so much to turn into an animal when they were just a teenager? He could’ve done it after Hogwarts. She could imagine his friend shelping him along. He even had the nickname Prongs too— oh no…

“You did this for Remus.”

““I did— so you can’t tell anyone. When we’re with him he doesn’t hurt himself.”

“Of course Sirius and Peter are animagi too… You’re Prongs, and they’re Padfoot and Wormtail.”

He nodded, wincing as he attempted to put his shirt back on.

“Did Remus do that to you?” she asked, going to his back letting her fingers trail around the taut muscles.

“It was an accident.”

She pursed her lips. 

“Do they know you’re hurt?”

“There’s no need for them to worry. I can take care of it.”

“Without Madam Pomphrey?”

He shook his head. “You can’t tell her. She already knows Remus is a werewolf, but he’d be by himself if we got expelled.”

He heart clenched in pleasurable way at how his first thought was his friend being alone, not himself being expelled.

“Then I’ll help you with it.”

“You’ve done enough—”

“I’ll help you,” she insisted, helping him put on his shirt, though she loathed to cover up his body. 

Inexplicably she thought of the last time he’d asked her out the prior year, and somehow she felt regret at saying no. 

“Let’s get back to our dorm and I’ll do some more healing on you.”

“Thanks, Evans,” he said, giving her a grateful smile.

“You can call me Lily.”

“Then… thank you, Lily.” She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips.

With a newfound understanding between them, Lily and James exchanged a smile. The sun was just starting to rise for a new day. The shared secret weighed on her mind, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and anticipation for the future.

#jily #james potter/lily evans #fanfic #my writing

[matrixaffiliate]

Details

New Story! FFN and AO3

It's always been in the details with James.

A little Jily fluff for my dear friend @tumbledfreckles I love you darling and hope you have an amazing day!

Details

She watched him from her perch on the counter. His hazel eyes studied the jar's ingredients from behind his black rimmed glasses. He blew his fringe off the top of the frames and she smiled as it landed right back where it had been.

"I guess this is technically the same as the brand I thought you'd buy."

"You guess?"

James sighed. "Fine, the ingredients are identical, but…"

"But?" Lily pressed when James fell silent.

"It's nothing." He turned back to the stove.

Lily hopped off the counter and turned off the burner.

"What's wrong? I didn't think using a different brand of raspberry jam would be a big deal."

James shook his head and moved to the kitchen sink.

"I'm being ridiculous, Lils. Honestly, just ignore me."

Lily's blood boiled.

"I will do no such thing, you over dramatic lump! Now look at me and tell me what in the world is going on."

James stared down at the drain. His shoulders tensed and his hands gripped the counter on either side of the sink.

"James?" Lily moved to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Evans-"

"It's Potter." She cut him off. "Has been for a few months now."

James chuckled. "I still have a hard time believing that sometimes."

"Don't change the subject. Why are you so upset about me buying a different brand of jam?"

"It doesn't matter, love."

"It matters to me; now tell me what's going on."

"It's not the raspberry jam Dad always bought." James' head dropped.

Lily's heart broke.

"Oh, James."

"I know, I know, it doesn't matter-"

"Come on." Lily pulled James away from the counter. "The market isn't closed, and we still have a few hours before Sirius and Marlene will be here."

"No, no I need to let it go."

"James, I will drag you out of this house by your shirt collar if you don't come willingly."

"But dinner-"

"Will still be here for us to make when we get back. Right now you need to show me what brand of jam your dad preferred."

James looked back at the ingredients he'd already pulled out. He started to shake his head 'no' but Lily cut him off again.

"No arguments, love."

She pulled his face between her hands and brought her lips to his. The ache in his heart pushed through in the details of his kiss. It was always the details with James. He took notice of every detail he could. He connected with people using details. He argued with people over details. He loved people in detail.

And when it came to missing his dead parents, James missed them in the details.

Like the right brand of raspberry jam.

"Dad bought Wilkin & Sons when he bought raspberry jam." James pulled back. "I'm sorry, I should have said before you went to the market."

Lily pressed up for another kiss, trying to pull some sadness from him.

"Come with me to buy it. It'll help."

James slid his hand along her waist. "You think so?"

"I know so." Lily stepped into him. "And if we hurry, we might even have time for other things before Sirius and Marlene get here."

A flicker of light hit James' eyes and Lily smirked up at him.

"It wouldn't hurt to try, I suppose." His smile still held a sadness to it, but he was smiling, a detail Lily didn't miss.

She didn't let him think twice. Lily had them out the door in under a minute and back at the market. The right brand in hand, James' smile lacked the sadness it had in their flat. Nostalgia painted his face as he rubbed his fingers over the label. His eyes told stories of this raspberry jam over hot scones and when it was made into a sauce for decadent puddings.

"Thank you." He murmured as they waited to pay.

Lily squeezed his arm. "Of course."

James looked around at the few people near them and leant close to her ear.

"Do you think there's still time for-" He kissed the shell of her ear. "Those other things you mentioned?"

"Keep that sort of thing up and we'll make time." Lily breathed and tried not to melt into a puddle on the floor in the market.

"I'll do just that then." He whispered as his fingers teased along the hem of her shirt.

Lily was shocked they made it back home before they made time for those other things.

It was all in the details with James. The light calluses on his fingers brushing against her skin, teasing, caressing, holding, gripping. The touch of his lips, tasting, savoring, feasting on the delicacy he found her to be. The rumble of his voice in his chest, her name it's continual reprise.

"We need to get dinner started." James nuzzled her neck.

"Do we have to?" Lily tangled her fingers deeper into his hair.

"Unless you want to listen to Sirius whine about how hungry he is when he gets here, yes."

"Alright." Lily groaned and pulled her hands from his hair.

"Hey." James kissed her again, a gentle and slow slide that pulled every ounce of breath out of her. "Thank you for helping me."

Lily pulled him back down to her, taking his breath to fill her lungs.

"You're welcome." She whispered.

It was always in the details with James, and Lily found herself grateful to be in the details with him.

#details #forfreckles #giftfic #jily #jily fluff #fluff #comfort #james/lily #james potter/lily evans #james potter #lily evans #marauders #romance

[booksarelife-stuff]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied-Chapter 6

Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans)

Excerpt:  But she had it here, literally in her grip, and she knew she would be an absolute fool to let him go now.“I want this, too, James.”

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Chapter 6: darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis (Rated E)

The next few days of Lily’s life were chaotic. Between making the trek back to Buckingham to start up her royal duties again, most of her brain had been focused on one thing.

James.

Time felt borrowed when they were alone together.

They were running around, helping make sure everything was packed and ready for the train ride back to London when Lily realised it was just the two of them in the hallway. She turned around and James looked at her question. Lily reached back for his hand, while her other one opened the door nearest to her and she pulled them through, doing a quick sweep with her eyes to make sure they were alone.

“Princess?” was all James got out before Lily was pushing him against the door and kissing him as she had thought about all night and morning.

There was little hesitation from James to kiss her back. Her toes curled as James tilted his head and wrapped his arms around her to pull her flush to his body. Lily’s hands tangled in his hair as their lips slid together, the faint taste of mint toothpaste still on their breath.

A tension formed in Lily and she never wanted anyone as badly as she did James at the moment as his warm hands slid up her back, making her shiver. It had been a long time since Lily had had sex and James making her feel more pent up than ever.

Lily teased the crease of his mouth with her tongue and when James parted, Lily realized that she could do this every day and it wouldn’t be enough.

But then there was the sound of footsteps coming down the hall and the reality of what they were doing made them pull apart, standing still until the footsteps retreated down the hall.

“We should probably—” Lily began, pulling away.

“Yeah,” James said, releasing her and patting his hair down.

It kept happening though.

The night they returned to Buckingham, Lily texted him to come to her room. He barely knocked on the door before Lily pulled him into her room, kissing him.

It vaguely crossed her mind that should talk about this, but the thought shot ice-cold anxiety into her heart. She knew there were two options here. One; This is casual for James and he was just aiming to get into her pants. Two; he wanted to actually date her.

There would be fanfare, hoops to jump through, and scrutiny at every turn if they dated. Not to mention the press would grab any skeletons in his closet and air them for the world to see for nothing more than entertainment. Hell, his whole family would have to do interviews with the firm and then he would have to get approved.

Maybe Lily had picked up too many romance novels or killed her brain cells by spending too many nights watching romcoms with Mary and Marlene, but she didn’t want that. She wanted to get to know a person through conversations and late-night talks, not the front page of the Daily Mail.

But the words were always stolen by the feel of James’s lips, his hands, his everything. So, they didn’t talk about it.

Not the next morning, when Minerva left the room and Lily found herself with a hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him down into a kiss not ten seconds later. Or when they made out for five minutes at Lily’s office at her charity, they sprang apart with seconds to spare before someone knocked.

It wasn’t until James had her pinned against the ugly sofa in her sitting room, kissing her like it was his sole purpose in life and Lily had already bitten back two moans as James’s finger traced the outside of her thigh that had been exposed. She was aching and moments from grabbing his hand and moving it between her legs.

He pulled back suddenly, Lily trying to follow his lips before he pulled too far and Lily was forced to open her eyes and see those brown eyes blink at her.

“Everything okay?” Lily asked, breathlessly.

“Yes, it’s great,” James assured before swallowing, a nervous expression on his face. “Fantastic, actually.”

It was quiet for a beat and Lily turned her head to the side, her eyes never leaving his. He looked like he was trying to find the words to say but right when she was about to speak up, James started talking, looking more and more nervous.

“I’ve really enjoyed this but there’s something you need to know before we go any further,” he said.

Suddenly, it clicked in her mind; how it was mostly her who deepened the kiss or had wandering hands along his body.

“Have you never done this before?” she asked before James could say more. James made a choking sound but Lily continued. “Because that’s okay! I mean, we don’t have to do anything you don’t—”

“Christ, Lily!” James exclaimed, cutting her off. “I’m not a virgin.”

Lily relaxed back onto the sofa with a soft “oh” and her face heated up but when she glanced into his eyes, they started shaking with laughter. Lily stuttered out apologies between laughs as James’s forehead rested on her shoulder.

Once the laughter died, James raised his head and looked at her again. Lily ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that was growing more comfortable for the both of them.

“So, what were you going to say before?” she asked, her voice low. James took a second, his eyes assessing her like he was trying to find an answer before he even asked a question.

“This isn’t causal for me, Lily,” James murmured like he was scared to say the words louder. “I don’t… I don’t know if you feel the same or what it even means exactly, but yeah, I want this.”

Lily felt the sensation of her stomach swooping as if they went over a bump too fast. It was entirely positive, Lily knew that much as her heart thudded loudly. It was terrifying. It was electric. It was everything Lily knew she wanted but couldn’t have.

But she had it here, literally in her grip, and she knew she would be an absolute fool to let him go now.

“I want this, too, James.”

Lily wished she could memorize this moment and that she felt; her head against the armrest, the feel of James’s hair beneath her fingertips, and a soft smile on his face as he looked down at her.

He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling away again, sensing words were still unspoken on her part. It took her a second to find the words, James patiently tracing a pattern on her thigh.

“It… it’s a complicated process,” Lily spoke up. She focused her gaze on James’s throat. “The firm would have to approve you. They’ll dig into your past, your family, and your friends' past. And then it would be a matter of time before the media finds out and they will turn on you, James. You’ll be wishing ‘heartthrob’ was the only word in their vocabulary.”

“And I’d have to leave this job,” James finished. Lily closed her eyes and nodded.

“And you’d have to leave this job,” she echoed.

Nothing but the sound of their breathing could be heard until James sighed.

“Then what if we keep it like this?” James posed. “A secret.”

Lily opened her eyes and found James’s brow to be furrowed.

“Secrets don’t stay that way long here,” Lily warned.

“It doesn’t have to be a long time,” he said. “We keep it a secret until we’re ready.”

Until we think we can withstand everything, Lily heard between the lines.

A million possibilities flicked through her mind. The staff would know instantly, but it was doubtful that they would tell someone that would force Lily to have to do it the traditional way.

“From our friends? Your brother?” Lily asked. She had already told Mary and Marlene about their stolen moments and Lily doubted she could keep something as big as this from them.

“I trust them to keep it a secret,” James said with confidence. Lily had yet to meet James’s brother, but she couldn’t imagine James would have that much confidence in a person without reason. “And I wouldn’t want to lie to them.”

The more people who knew, the more likely it wasn’t going to stay a secret for long, Lily knew rationally. But it was so tempting to have something so special like this, even if it was behind closed doors.

Lily’s train of thought got derailed by James tracing patterns on her thigh again and once Lily’s mind was made up, she agreed to it by pulling him down to her into a hot kiss that seeped the tension out of her body with every move of his tongue.

Her hips canted forward, looking for friction where she needed it the most, but James squeezed her hip and held it down. A moan of frustration escaped her lips and James pulled away, chuckling lightly.

“James,” she whined breathily against him.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and then to her left cheek before speaking. “Call me old-fashioned, but let’s have a date first, yeah?”

Lily whined again, mostly because his sweetness made her want him more, especially with him trailing kisses all over her face.

“How can we have a date?” she asked as James’s lips kissed up her jawline.

“Creatively,” he replied. “I’ve been coming into your rooms for months after hours. Surely no one would bat an eye if come in with flowers and takeaway.”

Lily conceded to that point before her eyes shot open. James had spent evenings with her since he started and no one cared. The staff must have already thought they were fucking but not a single word about it had reached the firm.

James sensed her tension and pulled away, looking at her from above her, batting his large brown eyes at her in question.

Suddenly, it didn’t seem like a big deal to have this secret.

“Okay?” he asked.

Lily swallowed and nodded.

“But you better stop touching my thigh if you don’t plan on doing anything until we have a date,” Lily warned with a devious smile.

~~~

James' self-imposed rule started a war they weren’t prepared to fight.

His hand would linger on her lower back. She’d brush a hand across his shoulders as she walked behind him. She forbade him from coming to her rooms at night but it didn’t stop the steamy exchange of text messages that gave her no choice but to bring herself to release by hand.

On the day of the date, Lily had to sit through meetings. About what, she wasn’t quite sure, all she knew is that Vernon was droning on about something while Lily tried not to stare directly at James who was up against the wall right in front of her. She had seen him in a suit countless times but God, it really did something to her to see him in one.

Lily wanted to twist that tie around her hand and pull him down to kiss her. She wanted to feel the lines of the jacket before she pushed it off his shoulders. She wanted to feel each button as she undid them to expose his chest. To hear the clank of the belt as she loosened. To feel muscles work in his thighs as Lily traced her hand up it before she could take him in her hand and—

“Lily?” her father said, jarring her out of her thoughts. She jumped and looked around to see everyone looking at her expectantly. Her face heated up.

“Sorry, what was that?” Lily asked, straightening her posture and regripping her pen.

“We asked if your plans for your birthday were solidified,” Petunia’s haughty voice rang out.

“Yes, they are. There will be a banquet on Thursday and then I’ll be celebrating at Anmer with my friends,” Lily replied, trying to gain her composure.

“Excellent,” her mother said, before moving on.

She looked at James only to see him biting back a smile. Lily looked away before she smiled back.

When the meeting adjourned, Lily followed Minerva out of the room and to her office, James trailing along behind her.

“Captain Potter, do you mind giving The Princess and I a few moments?” Minerva asked James when they were outside her office door.

James nodded when a spark of anxiety shot through Lily’s body like she was a child about to get scolded. She didn’t look at James as she followed Minerva through the door and the click of the door felt like a roar of thunder.

“Have a seat if you please, Your Highness,” Minerva said, taking quick strides so she was behind her desk before Lily even had the tufted brown leather chair pulled out.

“Everything okay, Minerva?” Lily asked, straightening her skirt and avoiding looking at her.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” Minerva said, getting straight to the point. Her tone wasn’t scolding, more probing.

“It’s been a crazy few months,” Lily replied, finally looking Minerva in the eyes.

“Hm, indeed it has, Your Highness,” Minerva agreed. She laced her fingers together and sat them in front of her on the desk, her pale hands complimented but her fine french tip manicure. “I’m left to wonder if someone is causing you this kind of distraction.”

Lily’s stomach bottomed out but she kept her face even and her mouth shut. Words can’t get twisted if none are said.

Minerva, the very one who trained her in this art, arched an eyebrow and waited, their eyes never leaving each other. It took Lily a few moments before she felt the cracks in her resolve.

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” Lily said, finally.

Minerva hummed again in a more knowing tone.

“You are not obligated to say anything to me, Your Highness,” Minerva said after a moment. “But I just would like to remind you that I am here to make things easier for you.”

Lily’s heart turned a fraction in confusion at her words. Minerva’s knowing blue eyes looked at Lily, unfaltering. Lily’s leg started shaking.

“I know that,” Lily said.

“Good,” Minerva said.

The silence felt deafening but Lily didn’t break.

“I will keep that in mind for future endeavours.”

Minerva sighed, breaking. “Very well, but it would do you well to keep your focus in future meetings.”

Lily swallowed and nodded, as Minerva stood up to get James so they could discuss more scheduling. Lily made a point to not let her gaze linger on him, but there were times when Lily felt the heat of Minerva’s stare.

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Lily’s been on dates before that were straight out of a romance novel. Her first boyfriend that had been official when she started uni had been the son of a tech billionaire with a nice smile and beautiful hair. Most of their dates consisted of private rooms in the best restaurants in the country or on a yacht sailing in the Mediterranean.

Nigel had started out sweet. He didn’t bat an eye with the amount of paperwork he had to sign to be with Lily and he was genuinely smart. But Lily saw a lot of entitlement that was more on Petunia’s level than hers. Their relationship had ended off the coast of Greece when one of his friends grabbed Marlene’s ass and Nigel had been concerned with the frozen margarita Marlene spilled on his yacht furniture when she had dumped it over the guy’s head.

She dated a few heirs, all of which had been born and trained to try and be married into royalty. They had the right hobbies, spoke the right languages, and had generic business smiles that their mothers made sure to tell them would look beautiful painted in the halls of a palace. Most of them had been sweet, but only had a title in mind when it came to Lily. They would take her out to fancy restaurants, and sit next to her at all the events, making an effort to show that they would make a great life partner for Lily when it came to all things royal. But they didn’t care about Lily as a person.

Fancy people with fancy titles showing off their fancy things, that’s what it came down to every time.

She knew that James would be different. She didn’t know his financial situation, but she doubted he had a private yacht docked in Greece on a Captain’s salary, but she didn’t know what to expect.

It was James in a light blue jumper and dark jeans with a shy smile, a bag of takeaway in one hand, a bouquet in the other, with a bottle of wine tucked under his arm.

It was sitting on the floor, using her coffee table as a dining table, wine glasses filled too high, and a paused film in the background because they couldn’t stop talking to each other.

“You know I nicked this from the kitchen,” James said, swirling the wine around in his glass.

“James!” Lily exclaimed, amused.

“I’m bad with wine, okay? Sirius tried to give me recommendations, but I couldn’t find any of them and I didn’t think I could get one that would impress you on my own.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Lily said, scooting closer to James on the floor. “I’ve had expensive wine but nothing tastes better than the kind Marlene would get at uni that came in a box.”

She didn’t know if it was the memory of it that was colouring her opinion too much, but sometimes she longed for that boxed wine that would sit in their fridge. It was sweet with the bitter alcohol taste and gave them all headaches, but she loved it so much more than the kinds of wine that dried her mouth out.

James hummed, amused. “The first time I ever got drunk was from that wine.”

“Yeah?” Lily prodded. Her feet tucked under his thigh and she hugged her knees. Of all the things she wanted to do to him, this was safest. The wine and all the tension she had been feeling over the week were being kept at bay. Lily wanted him so bad, that it was almost embarrassing.

“Yeah, we were at a party, I think? I remember it was a dare and downed the whole box. I don’t remember much other than ruining Sirius’s shoes and the worst headache of my life the next day.”

Lily laughed. “The first time I got drunk, I was fourteen and kept sneaking sips of champagne at a dinner party. Nobody noticed until I was swaying and then I puked near the Prime Minister of Japan’s wife.”

James threw his head back laughing, and Lily’s eyes traced down his neck at the sight of it. “How mad were your parents?”

“Enraged,” Lily replied. “I had to take etiquette classes and was grounded for a month, I think.”

“Did you get grounded a lot as a kid?” James asked, turning a bit so was facing her.

Lily didn’t need to think before she nodded. “All the time. On purpose.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it got me out of things I didn’t like,” she said. “Polo matches, dinners, and public outings. That was until they noticed I was doing it on purpose, so that stopped, but I had one year of absolute bliss. Were you a troublemaker?”

James snorted. “I can’t even begin to tell you all the things Sirius, Remus, and I did when we were young. My parents went grey early from us.”

“I thought you were a disciplined soldier?” Lily said sarcastically. James shot her a look.

“If younger me could see me now, he’d be disappointed, that’s for sure.”

“Would he be disappointed if he saw it right now?” Lily questioned.

James laughed. “God no, Lily. Growing up, every boy had a thing for you.”

Lily scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Sure they did.”

“It’s true!” James pointed out. “There were magazines with your picture on it that would get discussed at the lunch table. Hell, Remus stayed in the closet, claiming he had a crush on you until year eleven.”

A laugh escaped her lips. She mentally filed that away for when she was able to meet Remus.

James moved her feet out from under his leg, his hands warm on her calf, and moved so Lily’s legs were across his lap. She got closer until she was just a hair away from sitting on his lap.

“Fifteen-year-old me wouldn’t know what to do if he knew he had you,” James said, the tip of his finger tracing a pattern on one of her legs as she watched the way his lips moved to form the words.

“Does twenty-five-year-old James know what he would do? I have a few ideas if you’re out.”

Lily couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed, not with the way James’s eyes darkened.

“No, he knows exactly what he wants to do,” James whispered. “That's all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Me too,” Lily breathed out. “You were driving me mad today.”

“I could tell with the way you were staring at me,” James replied, his fingers trailing up to the inside of her thigh and all her nerves started to sing. “It was driving me mad because I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“You can,” Lily pointed out, his fingers teasing the seam of her trousers higher and higher on her thigh. “You can do something about it right now. Starting with taking me into the bedroom.”

“Gladly.”

Lily stood up so fast that the world spun for a second but James was there to steady her with his lips, capturing her in a kiss that was chaste until Lily gathered her bearings and licked the seam of his lips; tasting the wine from James’s lips better than she could have imagined.

They pulled away for a brief moment, heading towards the door that led to Lily’s room. It didn’t last long and Lily’s back found the door as James kissed her hard. Lily’s body was a wildfire, raging without her control. Every touch from him felt it was striking a match as he kissed her against the door. She needed to breathe but she felt like if she separated from him, she’d drown.

They eventually broke apart, Lily panting while James kissed her jaw and down her neck. His day-old stubble scratched against her skin with his lips soothing it seconds afterward. James knew better than to leave marks, but Lily found herself wishing he would find her pulse point and suck it into his mouth, marks be damned for the thrill that would fill her whole body.

His hands went down her back only to stop at the waistband to tease her with a finger. Her blouse was tucked in and he wasn’t feeling her skin but it was so close that Lily let out an impatient whimper and released the hold she had on him to untuck her shirt.

“Getting a bit impatient, are we?” James whispered into her ear as his finger now touched the smooth skin of her stomach. She could feel his smirk and it did something to her. The tone of his voice, like he was praising her and patronising her at the same time made her feel even more tension in her gut.

“I’ve been nothing but patient,” Lily fired back. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

“You have,” James agreed, his voice low. Both of his hands appeared on her, running along the waistband and her skin, making her shiver. He squeezed one of her hips. “You should be awarded for it then, right love?”

The noise that left Lily's lips was one she’d never heard before. No one had ever spoken like this to her and she loved it. She loved it so much that it already felt worth the wait.

“Yeah,” Lily breathed out. “Please.”

James squeezed her hip and his other hand snuck up, cupping the back of her neck as he pulled away after pressing a light kiss to her cheek.

Lily opened her eyes and looked at James, who was looking at her with a small smile on his face and his gaze so open and vulnerable. A different kind of heat flooded through her; a warm affection. If her cheeks weren’t already aflame, they would have lit up now at his softness.

“What do you want?” James whispered in a tone that only lovers got to hear.

“You,” Lily replied in the same tone, her hands readjusting the grip she had on his jumper. His smile got a little wider and she pulled him to her, desperate to feel his lips against hers again, which he obliged for a moment before pulling away again.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

A million different ways this could play out shot through her mind but she needed something and needed it now and then again later. He squeezed her hip again and it made her mind up.

“Anything,” she breathed out. “Now.”

Lily barely had time to register the smirk James gave her before he was pulling her into an open-mouthed kiss that made her toes curl. She melted into it, letting him kiss her like the feel of her tongue was the only thing he needed.

She felt the bite of impatience when he continued to keep his hands everywhere but where she wanted him. She decided to let her own hands wander, uncurling the fabric of his jumper and instead going lower and under it. Lily's hands touched warm skin, firm beneath her fingers. And there were indentations: James had abs.

Lily was going to give a standing ovation to the army at the next Trooping.

She brushed against his nipples, loving the surprised noise he gasped into her mouth. She worked for her hands around and lightly dug her nails in, earning a shiver from him before she pulled away.

“James, please.”

“Yeah, okay.”

They pulled away, letting Lily open the door to her bedroom and lace her fingers through his as she pulled him through the threshold. The door had barely clicked shut behind him before she let his hand go and tugged on the bottom of the jumper in a question.

James reached behind him and lifted his jumper off in one swift motion, exposing the expanse of warm brown skin and taunt muscles. Lily barely got to appreciate the view before she was wrapped up in his arms, a light kiss pressed to her cheek that lingered. Lily let out a tiny gasp when his hands tugged on the hem of her shirt.

“I think it’s time we take your clothes off too,” he whispered, his breath fanning against her cheek.

She nodded in consent before James started lifting her shirt up. It joined the floor and James’s arm came around her waist, pulling her to him, the exposed skin warm and making her tingle all over.

It wasn’t long before James was walking her back towards the bed, his lips warm and insistent. The back of her legs hit the bed and Lily pulled him down with her, his weight covering her as he kissed her.

It took only a few minutes before the overwhelming feeling of more washed over Lily as James' hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples and making her shiver as a small noise escaped her lips. James hummed, pleased at the reaction.

He started kissing her everywhere: her chin, her neck, her collarbone. It felt like he was everywhere but where she needed him to be.

His thumb ran along the lace of her bra in a question his mouth was too busy to ask. Lily whispered out a yes only moments before James was pushing the lace down exposing her breast and putting her nipple into his mouth.

The gasp that left Lily’s mouth was loud as his tongue flicked the nipple. His other thumb rubbed circles around the other. Lily lavished in the feeling, arching up into it to chase the electric feeling. He was gentle but teasing with his tongue, making Lily gasp into the air and tangle her fingers into his hair.

James pulled away, kissing her lips again. She didn’t know what she need more: his lips on hers or her body.

“Can I go down on you?” he asked, between kisses.

That. That’s what she needed more.

James got off her, tugging his trousers down. Lily got to admire the view as she sat up and unclasped her bra. She always knew James was fit, but seeing it all out on display for her felt like it was unreal. He had definition, but he wasn’t like the star of the action movie. He had hard lines in all the right places, with a sprinkling of chest hair that grew thicker towards his pants.

Feeling cheeky, she tossed her bra towards him. He caught it with a smirk on his face.

“You’re absolutely stunning, you know that right?” he said, releasing her bra to the floor.

Lily’s cheeks went red but his gaze never left hers. James took purposeful strides over, coming back onto the bed.

“You know, they hide your freckles a lot?” he whispered as Lily laid back down, ready for him to be back on top of her. “It’s only a few, and they’re faint, but I love them.”

“People don’t like imperfections,” Lily replied, though her heart was soaring.

James retook his spot over her, impossibly warm, and arousing. Lily closed his eyes as he started pressing soft kisses to her cheeks. Lily closed her eyes, the softness of the moment melting her.

“How could anyone see them as imperfections?” he whispered against her cheek.

Lily was stopped from replying as he kissed her on the lips.

Adored, that’s what she felt. Cared for. Appreciated.

It was only a matter of time before her skirt was getting pulled off her and her thighs were getting more attention than he imagined. She was smiling widely until he nipped a bit at one, drawing a noise of surprise from her lips.

“James,” Lily issued a warning.

He looked up, blinking his deep brown eyes innocently at her. That sight alone made her want to moan.

“What? Surely I can leave a mark here?” he asked.

He shouldn’t, but Lily couldn’t find it in herself to stop him as he kissed her thighs and lifted her legs onto his shoulders.

James checked in with her one last time, her firm yes making him smirk again. The first stroke of his tongue made her legs twitch and a soft moan spilled from her lips. The second made Lily arch her back, desperate for more. She lost count after that.

He teased, flicking his tongue around her clit, then rubbing it in circles. Lily moaned when he developed a steady pace, lapping his tongue against it in just the right rhythm that Lily had no choice but to lace her fingers into his hair and keep him there. His fingers appeared with soft touches, searching for any other areas that made her breath catch.

The world could be collapsing around them and Lily wouldn’t notice. There was only him in her mind and the feeling of her pending orgasm lighting flames around her body. She touched herself, too, her hands coming up to tease her nipples to add fuel to the fire.

The fire turned into a blaze as his fingers and tongue worked together. Lily felt she couldn’t breathe as her orgasm approached, but that didn’t stop the breathy moans that escaped her lips.

“Just like that James,” she managed to get the words out, but he didn’t need the instructions.

Lily had to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that left her lips as the orgasm washed over her and the subsequent moans that followed as James kept going, letting her ride out her orgasm until her legs shook and she was so sensitive that it almost hurt.

She was boneless as James pressed kisses over her whole body. Her inner thighs, the dip of her hips, the valley between her breasts, and her neck.

“You good?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses into her neck.

“Great,” she replied, though it felt like a bit of an understatement.

He hummed in the positive and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving so he was by her side instead of on top of her. Lily let out a noise akin to a whimper, missing the weight on top of her. She had no choice but to turn on her side and snuggle up, her head resting on his chest with her leg thrown over his.

Lily took a second, basking in the afterglow and James’s warmth before the feeling she was ready for more. Her hand trailed down his chest, slowly before stopping at the waistband of his pants. It was satisfying, feeling his breath catch beneath her.

“You don’t have to,” James said.

“I want you.” Another hitch in his breath.

Her hand went under and found its destination. She took him in her hand, hearing the sharp inhale of James’s breath. Lily teased him to get an idea of what she was dealing with. She moved her hand up and smiled against James’s chest when a small noise escaped his lips as she moved her thumb over the head.

“This good?” Lily asked, moving her hand up and down.

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

She kept her pace slow, lavishing in the intakes of his breath. He was a good size for her based on what her hands could feel. Lily debated what to do before she realised she would be good for anything, absolutely anything to keep those noises coming from his lips.

Lily picked up the pace a bit, making the arm that James had around her hold her tighter. Lily left her comfort, propping up on her knees, to see him. The rise and fall of his chest, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his mess of hair spread out on the pillow.

He pushed his pants down his thighs, desperate for more. Lily obliged, her hand on him in an instant as she positioned herself between his legs before she could take him into her mouth.

The low moan made Lily want to know everything she could do to get more of those noises. What little experience she had in this particular area, trying to focus on her coordination and also appreciate the sounds from his lips.

Taking a second to breathe, Lily pulled off of him, her hand working at the base while she pressed sloppy kisses on the shaft while she breathed. She realised his fingers were tangled in her hair.

“God, you’re doing so well, love,” James said, a needy edge to his voice.

The praise went straight down south, enough to pull away from him completely, her mind completely made up. She needed him, needed him now.

“Can you fuck me?” Lily asked, batting her eyes at him.

“Do you want me to?” he asked, propping up on his elbows to look down at her.

She took him into her mouth once again, keeping her eyes locked to his, loving the look on his face; an opened mouth, eyes wide, his hair a tangled nest, and the rise and fall of his chest.

“Yes,” Lily said when she pulled off again.

“I have condoms in my jeans,” he said, sitting up.

“I have them closer,” she said, gesturing to the bedside table that was closest to James. He wasted no time reaching over and opening the drawer. Lily took this opportunity to tease him a bit more.

Lily lightly scratched the inside of his thighs making him fumble a bit when reaching into the drawer. She traced the v-line with her fingers earning a look as he opened the box of condoms. She slowly pumped his cock after that, earning him dropping the condom packet on his stomach as his hips jerked. And she got a moan when she pulled his skin down and lightly sucked at the tip.

But James could tease too. Lily met his eyes again, a smug smile on her face with the hopes that James would be a mess, but she was met with a look of confidence as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. It made Lily feel so turned on that one second, she could have him moaning beneath him and the next, he’d give her a look that made her feel like she knew exactly what he wanted to do with her.

Their eyes never left each other as he rolled the condom on. They didn’t speak either as James cupped her face and led her back to his lips, the sound of their shared kisses and sharp breaths the only noise to reach Lily’s ears.

Lily let out a noise of surprise as James flipped them over, her on her back and him covering every inch of her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, the words whispered against her neck.

“Yes,” Lily replied.

They moved around, getting into a comfortable position. A pillow under her ass and James on his knees in front of her. James entered her slowly, cautiously allowing her to get used to the stretch. It didn’t hurt it felt so good that she wrapped her legs around him and lightly scratched his back to encourage him, but he kept his pace, a low moan at the back of his throat.

Obscenities left her mouth as he bottomed out and then slowly pulled back, a sharp spark of pleasure going through her body.

“Alright, love?” James whispered. Lily could only manage a positive hum that quickly turned to a moan as he slid in again, forcing Lily’s eyes shut. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck, so do you,” she breathed out. She opened her eyes again, just to see the expression on his face; his bottom lip between his teeth, and the outline of his features coming through the window. Lily reached forward, rubbing her hands down his torso as he pushed in again and though Lily could have held back her noise of approval, she chose not to just to see how he looked, the pleasure making him open his mouth a bit, a curse leaving his mouth under his sharp intake of breath.

Maybe it was because it had been so long for her, but she never quite had sex that felt like this before. It had always been quick, Lily and her partner doing it to fill a need, but this? It felt like she could do it all day. She’d let James spend weeks or months exploring her and trying to find ways to make her moan. She wasn’t just chasing an orgasm here, but rather the need to feel close to him.

When their eyes met and James smiled a bit and Lily forgot how to breathe for a second. He stopped his hips and instead leaned forward to kiss her.

“What do you need, love?” he asked her.

The only word that crossed her mind was “You.”, but instead she whispered “Harder.”, which is how she found one leg up, resting on his shoulder and his hands gripping her hips tightly.

She came with James’s words of praise in her ear between the sounds of his pleasure as he came, and the sheet fisted, and sound fuzzy in her ears. Euphoric. Earth-Shattering. All consuming.

James was kissing her face when the world came back to her, gentle brushes of his lips all over. Lily hummed as he kissed her forehead and opened her eyes to meet his. James cupped her face and nudged his nose against hers.

“Stay?” she whispered.

James answered with a sweet kiss on her lips. “I will,” he breathed out.

They cleaned up and then quickly tangled together on the bed, skin to skin, her head on his chest with his heartbeat in her ear.

James fell asleep quickly, but Lily found herself not wanting to drift off so soon. This feeling of ease was rare and she’d be remiss to not bask in it when she had it.

By the time she closed her eyes, dangerous fantasies played in her mind of this, of them, of a future. The last thing she thought of was a happily ever after.

#jily #jily fanfic #jilyfic #James Potter/Lily Evans #James x Lily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Evans Potter #marauders era #hp fanfic #dancing with our hands tied

[neurobabie]

STATUS // ongoing

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Harry Potter/Marauders Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom Important Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Vampire Sirius Black, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Vampire James Potter and Lily Evans, Dark Comedy, Eventual Sexual Content,  Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Sirius is Edward Cullen if Edward weren't such a virgin,  Identity Reveal, Set in America

CW: blood and blood drinking 

“ For Sirius Black, it was bloody right from the off. So bloody, in fact, that his mother nearly died during delivery. Sirius thought at first that this might be why she disliked him so much. But then his brother came, perfect in all the ways Sirius did not care to be, and she disliked him just the same. It turned out that Walburga Black was simply not a people person, and even less so for children. She preferred them as she preferred her statuary, and unfortunately Sirius had never been silent or still a day in his life. But that was fine by him; Sirius decided early on that his life would be as disorderly and messy as possible, rife with all the sorts of things she despised. And so it would be, a personal prophecy fulfilled, a destiny manifested, a fate sealed by his own lips. And by the time it came to blood once more, Sirius would have no idea how much he’d come to regret it. ”

Aka jaded vampire Sirius Black meets irreverent werewolf Remus Lupin and learns a thing or two about being alive.

#this is very what we do in the shadows coded #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #vampire sirius black #werewolf remus lupin #Remus Lupin/Sirius Black #jily #James Potter/Lily Evans #dorlene #marlene mckinnon/dorcas meadows #marauders fanfiction #Marauders #hp marauders #come get yall juice

[dragonsandapen]

The First Encounter

James was running late for his first date with Lily. Well, first real date. He’d argue (and has) that the impromptu kitchen picnics and late night card games in the common room counted but she had disagreed. Not that he was upset about Hogsmead, he definitely wanted to go with her, but being late to a first date was so much worse than being late to a seventh date. 

They agreed to meet at the Three Broomsticks, so she could help Alice with something in town before they met and James could finish the morning patrol. They strongly suspected a group of third years were planning on sneaking fireworks back form the town. James was not usually against this but the third years in question had a history of injuring themselves and others with their poorly practiced pranks, so it was James’ job to confiscate the fireworks and give them a lesson on how to plan properly. He’d gotten caught up in the conversation and had to run, pocketing the confiscated goods as went. He’d give them to Sirius later to make up for a minor row they’d had that morning. 

As James entered the town he noticed right away it was too quiet. It was a damp, foggy, day so he expected fewer people out than normal but it was also their first Hogsmead weekend in months. Normally students were flooding the street by this time of the day. The street, however, was eerily empty. The chill down his spine led him to pull out his wand and slow his pace. He made excuses as he walked down the cobblestone. Maybe a flash rain had come through so everyone had run inside. The ground was wet enough, it could have happened. Maybe there was an important announcement on the wizarding radio and everyone crowded in stores to hear it. Maybe, and this he found most likely, he got the date wrong this morning and it was in fact still Friday and not Saturday. 

Then a green smoke shot into the air above the Three Broomsticks. James’ heart plummeted before it finished forming the skull/snake combo. He’d seen this before only in photographs and illustrations but he knew what it meant. Whatever had emptied the streets had been the work of death eaters. And Lily was supposed to be in the same building the sign emerged from. 

When asked later by a terrified and angry McGonagal why he didn’t turn around and get help from the castle immediately, James could only reply “I didn’t think of it” even if that wasn’t entirely true. Lily was in that building and nothing was stopping James from checking it. Caution fell behind him as he ran to the door and threw it open. Inside, where James expected chaos, was near silence and a stillness that stilled James as well. No spell was cast on him but at the sight of the full tables and bar in a frozen state James too stopped. A small gasp snapped him out of it and he turned, wand raised to see a very narrow faced man with a twisted grin sitting at a table. A table where Lily also sat. She was looking directly at James, eyes wide, face pale, and a slight tremor betraying her as unfrozen. 

“Mr. Potter,” the man that James could now guess the identity of, greeted him with a widening smile. “I didn’t expect you to keep us waiting. Come, sit.”

“No thank you,” he replied, glancing about and seeing several robed figures throughout the room, wands aimed not at him but the silent, unmoving, patrons. 

“Very well, I do plan to keep this brief. I’ve heard some amazing things about you. The both of you,” he nodded to Lily as if to assure her she hadn’t been left out of the conversation. “And it would be foolish of me not to offer you a place among my ranks.” 

Before James could summon his indignation to respond Lily- always quicker to anger than him- snorted derisively. “I’d rather have actual mud for my blood than work for you.” 

A hooded figure snarled from the back, “That could be arranged.” 

“Quiet, Fletchlen,” Voldemort snarled before turning to Lily with a bemused, patient, expression. “I understand it’s unfortunate that you’ve come from the background you had and that we’ve been at such odds. But I am fair. I recognize talent, regardless of the status behind it- muddied or pure-“ here he nodded at James as if they were on the same page, “-and the both of you are talent. The best of the best, I’m told. There are very few people you couldn’t beat.” 

“Yourself included?” James taunted, heart racing. Lily mouthed something at him but he wasn’t sure what, likely to cut it out. His attention was mostly on Voldemort and his cronies. 

There was a dark chuckle throughout the room, “No, best to get that thought out of your head. You are talented for your age, but so was I and I have studied things that the school is too afraid to share. Things that might help you rise to my level. I don’t expect and answer today but I won’t give you long to make the right choice. I have eyes inside Hogwarts and I will be back when you’re ready to accept.” 

“Until the next time Dumbledore is gone, you mean?” Lily challenged. “That’s the only reason you’re here today. Dumbledore left this morning and you’re still scared of him. Does he know these methods you’re talking about? Did he try and confiscate the knowledge from you when you were in school?” 

James raised his eyebrows, even through the terror of hearing his girlfriend challenge the Dark Lord he caught the odd phrasing. Confiscate? He shifted his stance, eyes were on Lily now anyway, putting his left hand slowly in his pocket to feel the confiscated fireworks. It was difficult not to smile. His Lily, always three steps ahead. Of course she realized he would pocket the fireworks rather than turn them over to Filch as was his reported duty.

Voldemort, though James thought he could see some irritation flashing on his face, kept the friendly facade. “Albus Dumbledore is a brilliant wizard, which is why you two will be wise to finish your education with him before joining me. I know the value in an education and he is an excellent teacher. He is also a proud fool who thinks certain knowledge should be withheld from even the brightest. He keeps others back so they won’t be a threat to his power. He saw my potential and instead of nurturing it, he kept me in the dark. Forced me to figure it out on my own. I see the potential in the both of you but unlike that fossil, I would not keep you in the dark. I would-“ 

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a sudden explosion of the fireworks James had just lobbed between Voldemort and the closest death eaters. Lily launched herself out of her chair and toward James, wand waving and lips speaking spells James couldn’t hear over the explosions. She toppled into him and together they vanished. When pressed later neither were certain who actually performed the apparition spell but a moment later they lay in a tangled heap on the floor of the shrieking shack, trembling. 

“You know how to get us to the castle from here, right?” Lily asked in a shaky voice after a long moment of simply staring at each other. Rather than asking how she knew he did, James nodded. He took her hand and pulled her along the familiar path and out by the willow which he remembered last second to freeze. 

They didn’t talk but walked directly into Professor McGonagal’s office, finding it empty. “Of course,” Lily groaned. “With the headmaster out she’s deputy headmistress and someone is likely to have spotted the Dark Mark by now. She’s likely dealing with it.” 

“I vote,” James said, sitting on McGonagal’s desk and pulling Lily to him, “We sit right here. They’ll find us. Guarantee. And I could use a few minutes to sit with you.” 

She hummed in agreement. They shook still, pressed against each other. Lily looked thoughtful and James could think of a million things Lily might ask (how did he know they’d find them, when do you think he’ll return, do you think the people in the town are okay, etc) and he didn’t have a proper answer to any so he didn’t prompt her to give voice to her thoughts. “James,” she began anyway. 

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head against her collar bone. 

“Did the Dark Lord really just say he wouldn’t keep us in the dark?” 

James replayed the last conversation in his head, it was a bit of a blur of panic and smoke and explosions but sure enough, “Yeah. I think he did.” 

When McGonagal, trailed by a very worried looking Remus, Peter, and Sirius, entered her office minutes later it was to James and Lily giggling uncontrollably on the floor of her office, tears running down their cheeks. 

#fanfiction #jily #text post #Harry Potter #Marauders #first war with voldemort #James Potter/Lily Evans

[maluceh]

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

#fan art #the marauders era #the marauders #harry potter #lily evans #james potter #jily #the marauders fanart #jily fanart

[lunarlivs]

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

#just the og’s #i love this one #idk what to say #also tag urself #i’m def peter or remus #marauders #marauders fanart #marauders era #fanart #wolfstar #marauders fandom #remus lupin #remus lupin fanart #sirius black #sirius black fanart #james potter #james potter fanart #lily evans #lily evans fanart #harry potter #harry potter fanart #mary mcdonald #mary mcdonald fanart #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew fanart #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon fanart #wow that’s a shit load of tags

[plantsonplutoart]

Moonflower study dates! Because it’s possible to be both academic rivals and the best of friends 🌙🪷😌

James and Sirius are definitely sitting across the table drooling over them

#James and Sirius exclusively hangout in the library to oogle their SOs #moonflower #they’re my platonic otp #lily and remus #they’re study buddies #my art #their friendship is everything to me #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #lily evans #lily potter #james potter #boy who lived and his legacy #more doodles from my harry potter lit class

[ginnympotter]

14 please ❤️

The dusty alcove at the end of the fourth-floor corridor wasn't exactly the most romantic setting in the castle, but it was where Lily happily dragged James ten minutes into their rounds that evening.

"Lily Evans," James said in a mock tone of disapproval. "Are you, Head Girl, planning on using rounds as time for snogging?"

Lily ran her hands up his chest. "Was I that obvious?"

"Seems like a complete abuse of power," James pointed out, smiling as he snaked his arms around her waist. "Who taught you such debauchery?"

"Only the Head Boy, of course," she smiled back.

"Sounds like a real marauder."

"He is." She pulled on his collar and kissed him. He kissed her back, pushing her further into the alcove, her back against the wall. Their tongues met and they let out simultaneous noises of delight. As they continued to kiss, Lily moved one hand up into James's hair, gently scratching his scalp, and used her other hand to graze down the front of his neck. James shivered under her touch. He ripped his mouth away.

"If you do that one more time," James said heavily, his breathing uneven. "I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” 

"Hmm, interesting," mused Lily, and then went and did it again anyway.

James gulped, closing his eyes. Lily smirked with satisfaction. James leaned in and kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, pressing his body flush up against hers. She responded in kind, squeezing his hair between her fingers. She sighed as she eventually moved his mouth to her neck, making his way down her throat to her collarbone, moving one hand from her waist up to her chest.

"James," she breathed.

"It's your fault. I warned you," he said, looking at her, eyes dark. "You knew exactly what you were doing, Evans."

"I'm not complaining," she clarified as he continued his ministrations. "I just think, well, the alcove might not be the best spot if we're going to continue to goad each other like this, no?"

"You're the one who chose it," he reminded her, smiling.

She pulled his face towards hers and kissed him again. "I wasn't thinking straight. Let's get out of here. Somewhere better suited for you to, er, have difficulty controlling yourself."

He raised his eyebrows. "Where?"

"I don't know, you're the expert deviant here, I'm still in training."

He chuckled at that and kissed her on the forehead. He grabbed her hand. "I know a few places."

"Lead the way."

#just two crazy kids #hp fanfic #jily #james potter #lily evans #james potter/lily evans #one shot #drabble

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Congratulations again on winning the raffle, @shadowicepuma! And thank you very much for being patient with the delay. 💖

Summary: Why, in all of Avalon, would Miss Lily Evans choose between Heir Sirius Black and Heir James Potter when she can have both of them?

#raffle me this #ellory writes #james potter/lily evans/sirius black #james potter/sirius black #james potter/lily evans #sirius black/lily evans

[siriusorionblackiii]

*sirius and james having a discussion in the afterlife*

james: he named his kid albus severus, ALBUS FUCKING SEVERUS!!

sirius: you’re kidding.

james: i’m dead serious.

sirius: no…i’m dead sirius, you’re dead james.

#c’mon we’ve gone over this before #the marauders #marauders #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadows #lily evans #peter pettigrew #padfoot #prongs #moony #wormtail #wolfstar #jegulus #dorlene #james and regulus #sirius and remus #sirius and james #regulus and sirius #regulus and remus #marlene and dorcas #james & peter & remus & sirius #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #hp fandom #gay dead wizards #no i’m sirius

[industrations]

School days<3

#dorlene #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #art tag

[we-r-loonies]

my roman empire is james and regulus being a couple for years as teenagers.

both men being teased for remaining chronically single.

james asking sirius about regulus, and being shut down with an "i dont want to talk about him,"

regulus staring at him during meal-times. his friends assumed he was looking at sirius.

james asking lily out, in seventh year, and everybody breathing a sigh of relief: "thank merlin, hes not queer"

regulus stiffening when "wouldn't it be nice" started playing.

james blatantly refusing to have his and lily's first dance to "can't help falling in love" for a reason nobody could quite understand.

regulus still smelling james in amortentia, even years afterwards.

james knowing something is wrong, in his gut. nobody believes him when he says that something terrible has happened.

no-one understanding, or wanting to understand, why james potter was so affected by his best friend's little brother dying.

james telling lily to run, but not moving. he wasn't scared; he'd see regulus again soon.

#marauders #the marauders #jegulus #james potter #starchaser #regulus black #lily evans