#jily wip

[eastwindmlk]

Here's a little snippet of what I have been able to get down for this little plunny. It looks like it going to be just shy of 6k and I am wrapping up the writing tomorrow.

His eyes betrayed him as they flashed with jealousy, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back. “I hope the next bloke is worthy of your time. I’d say you never quite knew how to pick them, but then again, you did date me.” She leaned into him, meeting his eyes as she watched him trying to swallow the jealousy she had been hoping to insight with her remark. "Yeah, the good ones never seem to stick around." Her eyes flicked to the café, busy enough to keep the employees busy with to-go orders and quiet enough that no one would notice them both disappearing for something quick.  Biting down on her own cheek hard, pushing away the temptation of becoming someone's dirty secret, a mistress that could never live up to the actual girlfriend. After all, if she had been enough she would still be with him. "Or, I suppose, I should just keep it to daydreaming." James leaned forward to close the distance between them, his face as close as he could get from across the table to hers, his hand reached out to brush the loose hairs out of her face, tucking the ginger strands behind her ear affectionately. His eyes followed hers as she scanned the café, seemingly understanding the thought that crossed her mind. “Daydreaming isn’t quite as fun, Evans.”

#jily #jily fic #jily wip #my wips

[athenasparrow]

An official ✨ coming soon ✨ announcement because I'm back to writing and this is over half way drafted now!

Premise

A young redhead author escapes the shackles of a doomed relationship and a toxic friendship to settle into the tranquil embrace of Chateau Gryffindor. As she reclaims her joy, she gets caught in a dance of temptation with the charming man in the neighbouring cabin. If only her past stopped turning up...

Snippet One

"Sirius, for goodness sake, hurry up!" Euphemia hisses. Keeping quiet is necessary; the two men asleep upstairs would try and instil things like logic and propriety into the situation and really - where is the fun in that? "We have a mission to accomplish!"

Sirius finally manages to zip up his costume, his eyes peeking out from behind the ill-fit ninja mask. "I swear these things were designed by a sadist," he mutters, adjusting the fabric over his groin. “Tell me again why we can’t just change there?”

Snippet Two

“Don’t go,” Lily whispers in panic. James’ face grows even more concerned, but to his credit he doesn't question her again, instead, he makes to slide out the window.

“No, don’t come down, help me up,” Lily says frantically, glancing behind her again before tucking her towel more securely between her breasts and reaching her hands up to grasp his forearms. He's strong. Under less stressful circumstances she may have appreciated the muscles flexing under her fingers for longer than a moment.

If you'd like to see more, send me an ask with a word to search and I'll give you a line from this WIP 😘

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[nodirectionhome-ao3]

WIP Last Line Game

Thanks for the tag @possessingtheproperspirit!

Rules: post the last line you've written from a current WIP and then tag as many people as there are words.

This is more than one line but here's a little snippet from a fic I started for the fake dating AU day of Jily Week! The original plan was for it to be a fun little one-shot but the plot just keeps growing and growing and now I think I have another multi-chapter in the works👀

"This is mad," Lily said, whispering in spite of the silencing charm. "Completely," James agreed. "We're mental for even considering it." "Certifiable, the both of us." Lily sighed, gritting her teeth as she leaned back against the door. "I'll just tell them," she said. "Admit that I made it up, and—" "Let your sister win?" James finished. "No way, not happening. What's the fun in that?" "James—" "It's just two days, Evans," he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned a little closer to her. "What's the worst that could happen?"

That's a lot of words and I'm not sure who hasn't been tagged, so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do it!

#jily #jily wip #i promise i'm still working on ksfm

[juniperpyre]

read from beginning | read chapter 17

“Cheers!” Remus took a swig from the bottle and then passed it to Lily. “Oi! Birthday boy!” Remus shouted into the din, and Lily did not expect Sirius to hear, let alone come when called, but he appeared a moment later, leaning casually against the wall.  “You called?”  Sirius was in excellent form. He wore flared jeans, worn in and frayed at the bottom, a black leather jacket, and no top underneath. His wavy hair, grown long, was perfectly mused, and his eyes smudged with eyeliner. Sirius looked every bit the rock star, and what’s more, the get-up looked as natural as the hair on one’s head. “Lily and I got this for you.”  Remus held out the bottle.  “This is half drunk,” Sirius said, taking a sip. “It’s not even Ogdens!” 

#jily #marauders #lily evans #james potter #jily wip #jily fic #my work #m #lily evans pov #teis

[annasghosts]

Word Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @wearingaberetinparis (what is To All the Kudos I've Left Before?? I'm so curious.)

Friendship:

“Good.” He smiles, giving her the first look of approval since he’s met her. “I know you can’t help who approaches you, but you should be careful who you associate yourself with.” Lily narrows her eyes and observes him. Is he talking about James Potter? “Narcissa and Bella are exactly who you should be seen with. A proper friendship. Remember that.” He pats her hand and she fights the impulse to take it away. They are silent for the rest of the dinner and Lily lets her eyes roam the room, but she can’t see James Potter or the dark haired boy that attracted Narcissa’s attention anywhere. (My angsty WIP tentatively called The Price of Secrets)

Water:

Lily looked around. The water was lapping at the low rocks, but other than the quiet breaking of the small waves there wasn't a sound. He was right. It was starkly different from the noise of London and even from the sounds of her childhood neighbourhood. She looked at him: he was floating on his back, eyes closed and a soft smile curving his lips. He seemed different like that, unguarded, as if his problems were far, far away and she suddenly envied him. “Why did you want to come here?”

“Hmmm?”

“What are you running away from?” (From my Jily week fic The Summer I fell in Love)

Gasp:

“You shouldn’t need your mother to explain this to you.” He muttered, before turning towards her and raising his hand to cup her cheek. Lily gasped as his palm skimmed her face and his fingers weaved through her hair, warmth raising to her cheeks. “What do you feel?” (Regency AU Miss Evans and the Impossible Task (of Finding a Husband))

No stag anywhere, sorry!

I'm tagging @uncertainwallflower, @merlinsbbeard, @abihastastybeans, @charmsandtealeaves with the words Family, Mistake, Broken, Sigh. Apologies if you've been tagged already!!

#word tag game #jily wip

[tinyluminaryzombie]

This Hope is Treacherous, a @jilymicro-oops, chapter 4 is up!

Read Chapter 4

Lily can't wait to get the fuck out. Finals. Family. Feelings. It was all itching through her skin. Going to James’s was the perfect solution for two and a half of these problems. By the time she arrives, finals would be done and she’d be up for whatever chaotic plans her friends put into action. She would be surrounded by a newer (and maybe a gentler) kind of love brought by her friendships with Marlene, Dorcas, James, Sirius, And Remus. But the feelings problem is trickier. Lily has no doubt she’d get homesick and miss Christmas with her parents. She’s grateful for her friend’s remarkable capability to make things feel lighter—especially James. James. It was so damn trite that he was both the answer and the problem. Lily is practically buzzing to be in a home fluent in James Potter, to meet his parents, to find his favorite ice cream and coffee shops (a thought all platonic friends have, she’s sure). James simultaneously calmed and unraveled her, which is why there’s a slight problem with the plan. Because it’s not like James could do his Magic Comfort Thing when she’s fantasizing about his lips. So it was going to be an amazing, soft, and comforting Winter break. But it was also going to be head-spinningly messy. And Lily just had to deal with it.

Read the rest on ao3

#brought to you by procrastinating packing #my fic #my wip #jily fic #jily modern au #jily college au #jily wip #jily micro oops #my jily fic

[startanewdream]

🌹

JILY

From a scrapped idea for the Valentine Exchange that I'm hoping to come back later:

“Can you lie, James?”

He thought about full moons, and a dog and a rat. “I can hold a secret,” he said truthfully. Lily leaned forward, feet crossed over the couch, watching with curiosity. For a moment, James thought her gaze had fallen to his mouth, but then she was staring him deep into his eyes and he realised he was just imagining it. 

“Let’s play a game,” she said, sipping her drink before moving to fill both of their glasses. “Two truths, one lie.”

#Jily #Jily WIP

[silence-between-seconds]

Wolfstar YouTuber AU

i want to try my hand at mood boards it looks fun

Mood board for my current wip: Of Thumbnails and Heartthrobs

(i haven't finished it yet so feel free to gimme ideas if you have any)

yes. peppa pig will be mentioned. and what about it

#marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #marauders era #james potter #harry potter #regulus black #jegulus #lily evans #jegulily #jily #ao3 #writing #moodboard #wolfstar moodboard #wip #my fic #youtuber au

[ohouraphrodite]

#jily #jily fanart #flowerpott #flowerpott fanart #sunflower #james potter #james potter fanart #lily evans #lily evans fanart #marauders era #marauders fanart #wip

[llead4u]

A little w.i.p of our fav couple

#wip #my art<3 #jily #james potter #lily evans

[mppmaraudergirl]

here is an unnamed, unfinished WIP that is too fun to die alone in my WIPs folder, hope you enjoy

prompt (but make it wizard):

"Evans," came the gruff voice of Alastor Moody, Head of the Auror department.

Lily looked up from the stack of parchment she'd been pouring over slightly maniacally for the last three hours. She was starting to see double. "Yes? Sir."

"We have an urgent assignment for you."

"Me? Why?"

Moody's magical eye was piercing in its intensity. "Because I'm bloody telling you—"

"Crouch has me working 'round—"

"You let me worry about Crouch. This new assignment is taking precedence. You are the only one who has the requisite intel to pull this off."

She should be flattered. But she had been an Auror long enough to know this was not a compliment. "Why's that? Sir."

"Because of the target. James Potter."

Thus Lily found herself heading undercover for one of the most bizarre operations she’d ever undertaken as an Auror. The gist was this: a critically important memory had gone missing from the Department of Mystery’s Prophecy Department—that was all she was allowed to know, giving the clearance level required of which she woefully fell short—and in the process of recovering the palm-sized orb, the chain of custody was broken and the prophecy was sent off via owl post. 

To James Potter. 

Somehow.

That was where she came in. A long-time acquaintance, sometimes-friend, one-time-when-they-were-drunk-snog-partner, she was tasked with recovering the orb from James without revealing that he possessed it. Simple enough task on the surface level, if one were to ignore the simple fact that, of all things, the orb was disguised as a bloody Snitch.

“You sent James Potter important Ministry information in the form of a Snitch?” she’d asked, unable to keep the contempt out of her voice. “And you expect he hasn’t already broken it? Or let it loose?”

Idiots. Idiots, the lot of them.

(Moody was not particularly appreciative of her tone. But again, long-time acquaintance, sometimes-friend, one-time-when-they-were-drunk… She was their best option.)

That was how she found herself casually bumping into her old co-Head on the high street in Diagon Alley, ignoring the little twist in her gut that she attributed to the nerves of her assignment, and chatting with him as though she was hanging on to every precious word that came out of his mouth until she finally mustered up the courage to ask him out.

“Dinner?” he had replied. “Tonight?”

“Yes. Why wait?” she had said, summoning the best version of her seventeen-year-old flirty self—she wasn’t sure that part of her still existed to any real extent, but she also knew James used to have a thing for her, so she had to play the cards she was dealt, as her dad used to say.

She tried to not be so pleased when he agreed.

***

That life was unpredictable was often one of James Potter’s favorite parts about it. He leaned into the chaos at every possible moment from the moment he learned what leaning was. As he aged, he took on a new life philosophy and decided to live his life expecting the most outrageous things to happen; he played the odds, chose the underdog every chance he got, and like the lucky arse Sirius said he was, often it paid off.

But even this felt like too much of a stretch.

Because while James had a lot of luck in life, and a lot of privilege, too, what he unequivocally did not have, was good fortune with Lily Evans.

And yet now, he was supposed to believe that he just happened to run into Lily Evans on the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley and she was so thrilled to see him that she asked him out?

Lucky James might be, but stupid he was not. 

He knew right away that something strange was happening when he received a parcel earlier in the day that contained a pristine Golden Snitch. He had eyed it warily for twenty minutes before Sirius interrupted him.

“I don’t get it,” James had said.

“Well, I know it’s been a while since you played Quidditch, mate, but that is a Snitch.”

James had shot him a look, slightly disgruntled but mostly annoyed, before he reached forward toward it. “But why did it come through the post? There’s no address on it. No letter. There is definitely something going on with this. And I intend—”

Sirius had cut him off with a sigh.

“I intend to find out!”

“Good luck, Sherlock.” 

“Sher-what?”

“Nevermind.”

It was this intent to investigate that led James to Diagon Alley in the first place, though what he was expecting to learn from the small selection of books in Quality Quidditch Supplies was beyond him. And so when he returned to his flat empty handed that was not altogether surprising.

Sirius looked up from the sofa where he was sitting while filling in the crossword, paper and ink pot balanced on either knee, and gave James an if you must look before nodding.

James wouldn't realize what planted this idea in his head, but the moment he gazed down at the Snitch something clicked.

"Evans is an Auror, isn't she?"

***

The Shack was an… interesting venue choice for their date, Lily thought as she pushed open the splintered door. Tucked away on the windiest street in Diagon Alley, The Shack was named and modeled after The Shrieking Shack by a couple of wizards who bought heavily into its lore. As far as Lily knew, the haunted building on the outskirts of Hogsmeade village was so heavily warded that no one had ventured inside of it in decades, which made Lily skeptical about the owners’ ability to truly model their restaurant after it.

It became quickly apparent that they simply leaned into the dilapidated ambiance of The Shrieking Shacks’ exterior when designing the interior. The tables and chairs looked beat up, mismatched and wobbly, some missing legs or propped up by magic. The photographs lining the walls were hung in broken picture frames and never level; they were also surrounded by peeling wallpaper or chipped paint. Candlelit chandeliers flickered overhead, casting rolling shadows across the room as Lily scanned it.

James was already there and flagged her over with a delighted wave of his arm.

“Hi!” she said, voice exaggeratedly cheerful. She leaned down to press her lips to his cheek, earning herself a surprised widening of his eyes before his trademark grin slipped back into place.

“Hey, Evans. All right?”

“I’m gre-at!” 

Unfortunately her upbeat reply was momentarily derailed when she sat down on a battered wooden chair across from him; it wobbled dangerously and she just stopped herself from toppling over.

“Steady there,” James said, not bothering to conceal his grin.

She knew her replying smile came out more like a grimace. To make matters worse, when she leaned forward to rest an elbow on the table, a chunk fell off and onto the floor. James repaired it with a flick of his wand and an unabated grin.

“Careful, Evans. You keep breaking things and I have it on good authority that they’ll chuck us out of here.”

The idea didn’t sound altogether terrible, if Lily were honest with herself. If they did get kicked out, perhaps she could convince James to take her back to his home. It would get her to her end goal faster. Something told her that she wouldn’t be getting off that easily though. Nothing ever was easy with James Potter.

“Is that true?” she asked, pretending to be concerned.

The messy-haired wizard opened his mouth, closed it, and then finally said, “Nah, I’m taking the mick. I take it this means you’ve never been here before? Everything is in a state of near-disrepair.”

“I’ve never been here. It’s… interesting, though. In a nice way.”

James only smiled in reply as their waitress appeared.

***

If James had any doubt that something was going on with Lily Evans, it would have all been erased within two minutes of sitting down at the restaurant. The choice to meet her at The Shack came quickly during his afternoon brainstorming session with Sirius.

“Evans asked you out?” he had asked, the crossword now forgotten. “Unless you’ve suddenly changed into a cephalopod and didn’t tell me, something’s amiss.”

Despite Sirius’ jokes, or perhaps prompted by them, the pair concocted a plan to test just how interested Lily truly was in dating James.

Admittedly, it had been hard to not get his hopes up. Regardless of his previous concerns, part of him was still hopeful that Lily had a more-than-platonic reason for the invitation. Now, seeing her falsely smile through her casual review of the menu, he would settle for platonic instead of… whatever the real motivation was. 

#jily #jily fic #unfinished wip #jple

[tracingpatternswrites]

I just woke up to a notification of a new chapter of a fic that hasn't been updated for two years and you cannot believe the noise I made.

So this is just me telling you that it's never too late to pick up an old WIP because the joy a new chapter brings your readers know no bounds.

Oh, it's also me telling you to go read Come Together if you haven't because it's honestly one of the best Marauder's Era fics I've ever read and I don't even care if it's never finished because the journey is so fucking worth it.

#fanfic stuff #jily #fic rec #wip rec

[athenasparrow]

What fic should I work on during all those airport/plane hours?

RULES: make a 24 hour poll of your WIPS, and whichever one wins, write as many sentences as votes it gets.

Thank you to so many people who tagged me in this over the last two months. @itsjamespotter @kay-elle-cee @liiilyevans @annabtg @ohmygodshesinsane @practicecourts @abihastastybeans @harryissuchalittleshit

#athenasparrow #polls #Jily #jily wip

[kay-elle-cee]

wip wednesday

it's been a while since i had a snippet to post so....

“You’re looking at me like that again,” Lily grumbled, cheeks pinkening as she held his gaze. “Like how?” “Like you adore me.” “I do adore you.”

#jily #kelsey writes #wip wednesday

[juniperpyre]

a little bit from the next chapter of when i first saw you, the end was soon

#my work #m #text #wip #jily wip #teis

[annasghosts]

SEVEN UP GAME Thanks for the tag @uncertainwallflower! Rules of the game: Post the last seven lines of your WIP.

She presses her hands as hard as she can on his chest, the blood seeping through his clothes making her fingers slip, and she feels panic mount inside of her. “Sirius-” She whispers brokenly. “DON’T YOU DARE LIFT YOUR HANDS!” He shouts, face blank as a sheet as he turns for just a moment, before looking forward, barely in time to shield them from another hex. She looks down, vision blurred from the tears she can’t hold in anymore. “Come on, James. Help is on the way.” She doesn’t know if he can hear her, or if what she said is true. Maybe they will all die here and the tall trees surrounding them will be the only witnesses of their foolishness.

Tagging @wearingaberetinparis, @athenasparrow, @annabtg if you want to share ❤️

#jily wip