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xiao-come-home · 4 months

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Argenti relationship headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Argenti x reader.

✰ Words: ~1k.

✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns. fluff.

Warnings: might be slightly sug/gestive here and there. i tried but he's too hot :pensive: written with jp voice in mind

A/N: I'm honestly so surprised there's so little Argenti content that IM OFFENDED. i need MORE OF HIM BEING CUTE AND LOVING ME. i cant pull him now but i next time he wont escape me

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Argenti:

He absolutely wakes up looking like a princess. Sun rays illuminating his face so beautifully, his chest slowly rising up and down (and his um, chest muscles being also blessed by the sun rays if you get me), his lips parted ever so slightly, hair sprawled out, but still looking untouched by the nights sleep.

His long eyelashes flutter open, and his emerald eyes scan the room drowsily; once the knight sets his eyes on you, he smiles to himself and turns to his side to face you.

He admires you sleeping, for... quite some time. Even if your hair is not perfect at all, or there's a drool running down your face - he's mesmerized. and I truly mean it, he's trying to calm down the butterflies in his stomach. Argenti can't help but cup your cheek and caress it gently with his thumb; his sleepy smile growing even wider when he feels you stir in your sleep.

even though it's never in his intentions to awaken you (he actually kinda wishes you kept sleeping so he could still admire you lol), he takes advantage of that and begins to place warm and slow kisses on your face to wake you up. his hair shields you from the harsh sunlight, faintly tickling you here and there.

hear me out, it surely looks nice from your angle, but his back muscles..

depending on your mood, these kisses may trail somewhere else. i mean.. can you imagine him between your thighs. because i can and it's not making me feel well.

"my brightest rose, good morning. seeing your magnificent eyes once again fills me with happiness and energy for the upcoming day." wipes off your drool sexily

he sleeps SHIRTLESS (you told him you were cold. he pretended to believe it).

random dances across all the planets at (seemingly) random times. he doesn't care whether you can dance or not, but he'll be honored to teach you if you wish. argenti would absolutely get you to dance whenever you feel down just to make you laugh; wrong moves don't matter - it'd probably hurt you more if you stepped on his armor...

listen. he doesn't care if it's cringe, but he will hold a rose between his teeth and dance with you, if that's what makes you laugh.

has probably thought once or twice if you're the truest manifestation of Idrila. He's never been so mesmerized by someone's beauty, so... maybe? ... *rubs hands and smirks*

does NOT give a single sheet if he's in public or not - but he always, ALWAYS kisses you like it's your last kiss. They're so passionate, intimate, and sensual, that it makes people flustered at the sight of you. He pulls you close by your waist, swiftly switching his hands to cup your cheeks; the knight puts his forehead against yours and whispers a few silly words before finally connecting your lips together. The kiss, although as simple as it could be, leaves you hungry for more - it takes a while for him to finally part, but just enough to refill the air in your lungs.

now, it wouldn't be as awkward to other people if it took you a few minutes, but argenti TAKES HIS TIME. he has to kiss you (or makeout at this point lol) until your lips are swollen from his kisses. then he moves on to his duties like nothing happened.

he truly wants you to hold him by his waist when you two kiss, or at least have your hands on his chest. he'll put them on the desired place by himself if you don't do it. what a dork.

touch is just so, so important to him. he has a hard time getting rejected, no matter if it's a hug or kiss, it makes him feel unwanted. he won't show it outside much, but he might be less... dramatic and excited than usual.

he SO SHOWS OFF FOR YOU it's almost reckless sometimes. "My lady, fear not, as I am here to protect your beauty until my very end!" Argenti kisses your knuckles before parting to defeat the enemy with ease.

Calculated how to fall just enough to dramatically appear on his knees and put his hand on his heart before you, "Beloved, the evil has been obliterated with the power of love my heart stores for your beautiful soul!"

He KNOWS his cheesy lines either make you cringe (with love), laugh or you're just an adorable soul who genuinely likes lines like these, he RAMPS them up like crazy.

just throwing it out there so we're clear: to argenti, consent is a must, regardless of the activity. no consent, he's moving on. thinks consent is se/xy. HE'S THE EMBODIMENT OF CONSENT.

his hair probably smells really nice. a faint smell of strawberry, perhaps..

the beauty knight usually wants you to stay out of battles, but holy sheet if he sees you kick someone's ass so good, he's impressed and proud. probably needs a bathroom break also..

"oh, how much do i wish that was me instead..." - argenti probably

actually wouldn't mind to have friendly spares with you from time to time - it's a good opportunity for both to test your skills. or maybe give argenti an opportunity to straddle you... that's also an option.

remembers every date that's important for you. in return, he doesn't really care about his, but might tear up when you show up with a gift.

he'd actually love to help you dress up! nothing sexual involved, just pure intimacy of helping his beloved. his moves are precise, careful not to harm you in any way with his armor; he relishes in the feeling of your skin being so tender compared to his.

#BARK BARK GRRRR WOOF #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr argenti #argenti #argenti x reader #.headcanon #sorry for the long break again </3

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mppmaraudergirl · 2 years

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Remember last year when Shirtless JP May was a thing?

What a blessed month. 🙌

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the-dream-team · 2 years

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6, 23 and 29 please! ❤️

Hello friend!! Thanks for the numbers 🥰

6. How do you find new fic to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction?

I’ve been so behind on reading fic recently, but I get most of my recs on tumblr! Occasionally I’ll peruse the jily tag on ao3, which is how I found @nought-shall-go-ill’s fics which felt like discovering a true diamond in the rough! Once work calms down a little, I hope to get back into reading, including my very long tbr list hahaha I’m always looking for fic recs if anyone has any underground gems they love and want to share!

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Gosh, great question! I love meet uglies or annoyances to lovers. One of my favorite tropes I’ve written before was memory loss since there’s so much to play around with there and expectations to subvert! Writing from the pov of a character who doesn’t know what they don’t know is fascinating to me…

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it?

Yes!! I’ve done a few (shirtless jp may of 2021, Jily challenge a few times, fem!jily February) but @efkgirldetective’s summer of jily is my absolutely favorite and really pushed me out of my comfort zone last year when I had time to participate! Emma comes up with fabulous prompts and is such a talent, herself—here’s hoping the stars align for next year’s summer of jily because that first year sure was magical <3

#fanfic asks!#thanks love <3

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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Love asking anon questions! I have lots! How'd you get started writing fanfic? What was your tumblr intially about, has it changed? What was the fic that made you check Ao3 one day and go "holy shit this got a lot of kudos over night" give the details for those of us who are recent lol

Anon ask hour

Hi! Okay, this one is going to get a long response.

So the truth is that I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a little kid. I had endless notebooks where I would write down these crazy idea, or try to start a book, or whatever. I can still remember one in particular that was a girl in high school who found a tapestry in her grandmother’s attic and ended up time traveling and living as her grandmother.

I would carry them around and try to hide them from my family because as soon as they were found, I was teased about what was in them, or “how cute, she wants to write.” I was also pretty blatantly told that writing was not a career, and that I needed to do something “better.” I didn’t really have access to online fan spaces, or maybe I didn’t know they existed, because my internet access was pretty closely monitored. So I put writing aside.

I found my way to the HP fandom in October 2020. Like everyone else, I was trying to cope with the pandemic and fell back into the books I grew up loving. When I finished rereading the series, I realized that I wasn’t happy with the ending and I went searching for more. I don’t even remember what I first googled, but I fell face first into fanfiction.

I read everything I could get my hands on, figuring out how to search for things I wanted to read. I found a whole bunch of rec lists and read my way through them. I started writing little one shots in November 2020, though I didn’t post anywhere, and made my Tumblr in late december or early January 2021. My first post on tumblr was a prompt response where I wrote “Baby It’s Cold Outside” as Hinny.

I found Jily and Wolfstar at nearly the same time in January 2021, and fell in love with both. I read so many Jily fics at once that I have a hard time distinguishing them and their plot in my head. I was dabbling in writing, but not doing much. I finally got up the nerve to post my first story to AO3 in April 2021.

The first story I really remember being surprised at the reception is Shirts v. Skins, which was my Shirtless JP May submission. All of a sudden, it had all these comments and kudos, and I didn’t really know why or how. It was actually my July Jilychallenge, Three Strikes ‘til you’re out, that really got me followers though. I don’t know if it was just good timing or I was annoying enough, but I had a boost in readership and Tumblr followers after that fic, and it’s just gone up since then.

#snitch answers asks #anon asks #anon ask hour

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maraudersftw · 2 years

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Oh wait! Can I do another one?

Shirtless (For shirtless JP May!!!)

Haha this one gets more than two dialogues! I'll tag you when I post it ;)

#claudia answers #asks #theresthesnitch

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joyseuphoria · 3 years

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Lily stares at a very shirtless James during quidditch practice and is caught by Remus <3 ily

Love you tooooooo😘😘😘

Lily Evans hated Quidditch, at least, she thought so when James Potter would go on about it in the common room during their first year.

Though, she was always an active participant while discussing it with her friends- Mary, Dorcas and Marlene- in the privacy of their dormitory.

She was more than ecstatic when Marlene was chosen as the Gryffindor beater in their second year.

Yet, she went back to hating it when Potter announced that he was selected as the chaser for the Gryffindor team too.

And so, Lily’s relationship with Quidditch was an on and off one. Sometimes she disliked it, and sometimes she liked it.

It all depended on her mood, really.

And that mood always had something to do with James Potter.

But, here she was, just at the ripe old age of 17, at the Quidditch pitch, just to watch the Gryffindor team practice.

Attending the Gryffindor team’s- or any other team’s, for that matter- Quidditch practices was not really her forte. Though, looking back on it, she should have, after all, her best mate was on the team.

At least, she has the novel she borrowed yesterday from the library, to accompany her.

That’ll do. She can just read the book as she pretends that the Captain of the team’s biceps aren’t looking that hot when he makes the team do push-ups. That’ll have to do for now.

She ignores the way his shoulders flex in his- somehow- tight Quidditch gear as he passes the Quaffle to Isla Spinnet, the fifth year chaser.

She also ignores the way he removes his Quidditch gear after the practice is over- Wait, What?

Oh Merlin.

She can’t ignore that now, can she?

It won’t hurt to try. And so she tries to go back to reading the book, peacefully, like she was before she knew shirtless James Potter existed.

She’s not thinking about the way he actually has abs and Sirius wasn’t joking when he said that to her on Halloween.

Oh Merlin, those abs.

He’s making the team do stretches now, apparently the training session wasn’t over yet.

That is not good for Lily’s physical and mental health.

Just read, Lily!

She averts her eyes back to the book successfully, for two seconds. It wouldn’t be that bad to peek a glance at James, would it?

“Whatcha staring at, Lily?” Lily was just fine, ogling James, from the privacy of the stands and the fact that the boy was half blind. But, Remus just had to creep up behind her and ask that, making her jump almost a foot in the air.

“Remus! You almost scared the crap outta me.” Lily clutches a hand to her chest.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” Remus, at least, looks apologetic, even though the mischievous twinkle in his eye hasn’t vanished.

“Right. What did you want?” She asks, trying so hard to keep the red off her face.

“I think the real question is, what do you want?” Smirks, Remus.

It should have been physically impossible for Lily to blush more, but she does. “What do you mean, Remus?” At least, she succeeds in keeping a straight face.

“I think you know what I mean.” Lily wants nothing more than to hex that smirk off his face.

Well, she does want one thing.

But she will not go there. “I don’t, really.” She tries to be as convincing as possible and the effort is futile, as expected.

“Hmm and here I was thinking that you wanted to snog my mate, James over there,” the bastard points to James, who is- thankfully- still shirtless, giving instructions to the team.

“I have no idea why you’d think that, Remus.” Somehow, her voice is even.

“Damn. Sirius was right, you are difficult to crack.” Just as Lily was about to open her mouth, Remus interrupts her, “I was hoping we could start working on the assignment Vector gave us, before dinner?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she says, trying to not overthink whatever Sirius would have said about her.

“Do you want to go and say hi to James before we head out?” Remus' face is all innocent for someone whose suggestion is villainous.

“No.”

He laughs. “You coming?” He says, instead, already walking ahead of her.

“Yeah, go ahead. I need to pack up.”

As soon as Remus is out of sight, she chances a look at James again.

“I love Quidditch,” she sighs.

Look at me, writing this prompt after ages for shirtless James Potter May.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #we all know sirius called them lames #harry potter #jily fic #Joy writes #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin #shirtless jp may #shirtless james potter may

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startanewdream · 3 years

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Captain Potter

Summary: Lily Evans has a secret that the army cannot know and it doesn't help that her captain is trying to be her friend.

Note: So I was watching Mulan and it's Shirtless JP May and this got me into googling shirtless army man, so please enjoy this piece of very much self-indulgence set in another AU. Also, I have no knowledge of military ranks, so bear with me.

Read on AO3 or below:

‘Evans’, the captain calls, and Lily turns to him, slightly afraid as she always feels when she hears her name. Maybe this is the day her secret will be found, this is the day she will be expelled and will fall in disgrace —

But Captain Potter has one of his carefree trademark grins, none at all looking as if he is about to arrest her. He looks at ease, leaning against one of the training posts, arms crossed lazily, watching her with interest shining in his hazel eyes as if she is a puzzle he will understand someday.

Lily truly wishes he won't, so she avoids looking at him directly in the eyes.

‘Captain’, she answers at least, saluting. That seems to amuse him.

‘I have a name, you know’.

‘Hum’, she stops, unsure. Her interactions with the captain have been restricted — well, her interactions with everyone have been limited —, but she has watched him from afar.

He is young and yet he never tries to act bossy with all the other soldiers, never tries to impose himself. He may have a more affinity with three of the soldiers (his friends for a long time, as she gathered), but he tries to treat everyone fairly, encouraging and teaching all soldiers equally, from the weakest of them to the strongest, and it’s not hard for her to see why everyone is willing to follow him into battle. The only one that he hadn’t been able to reach some sort of relationship was with her.

Something that had fit Lily’s plans and worries very well.

‘Captain Potter?’, she tries.

‘I am someone besides a rank’, he suggests.

‘Mr. Potter’.

‘That would be my father. I am James ’, he says at least, as if she is unfamiliar with the name of the youngest captain of the army.

‘I know , but — it would not be proper —’

‘Liam’, he stops her and, just as anytime someone uses that name, Lily wants to look around searching for that person until she remembers her situation. ‘Can I call you Liam?’

‘I’d rather Evans’, she answers, grimacing, and when he looks dismayed, she adds quickly: ‘It’s how everyone calls me. Not… it’s more personal, really’.

‘Fine, Evans’. He grins again. It’s a beautiful smile, so open and inviting, that again Lily has no difficulty understanding the success he makes with all the other soldiers, why their unity is unanimous in praising him. There is something on him that draws people to him — her included. ‘Well, call me James. I can order you to if it will make it more proper’.

Lily lets out a laugh before she stops herself, biting her lips, worried. She shouldn’t laugh; though she can disguise her voice mildly well, her laugh is too thin, too sparkling. It’s not a man’s grave laugh.

Fortunately, the captain doesn’t seem to find anything amiss. He looks just… glad with her reaction.

‘So you are capable of laughing’, he notes teasingly. ‘I had my doubts, you know’.

‘There has never been an occasion, Cap — James ’.

He opens his mouth in an offended expression; it’s so dramatic that, again, she wants to laugh. ‘I beg your pardon? Yesterday, when someone — a very clever someone, I might add — pretended to be shot by an arrow? That was an occasion!’

‘Wasn’t that you?’, she asks, raising her eyebrows. It had been a long tense one minute in which one of the other soldiers, Sirius, had been sure he had shot by mistake the captain and his best friend before James had revealed himself alive, laughing hysterically and showing the fake arrow attached to his badge.

Sirius had punched him, all rank forgotten, but then he was laughing too and everyone thought it was hilarious.

‘It was fun ’.

‘It was terrifying’.

‘Oh, so you were terrified I’d died?’, he jokes, his grin now very smug. ‘And I thought you didn’t like me’.

Lily blushes, lowering her head and hoping he hadn’t noticed it. Truth was she had misjudged him on the first day, annoyed by the way he acted with that captain badge pinned on his chest. He came from a long family of militars, after all, and he was very young, no matter what his father would praise about his grades in military school, so she had truly believed he didn’t deserve to be a captain, that he had only got there for his family name.

In the last few weeks, though, she was forced to admit he was a good captain. He had the vision for it, good ideas, an efficient way of training everyone and, of course, he was a leader.

‘I have nothing against you, sir — James’.

‘I’m glad to know’, he says, sounding earnest. ‘I am worried about you, you know’.

‘Have I done something wrong?’, she asks, surprised, fear involving her again. Lily had taken care of doing all exercises, overworking herself, all to prove that that stupid rule that forbid women in the army did not make any sense. They needed everyone in the fight against Voldemort, after all, and she would not wait patiently, especially when people like her were one of his targets.

‘No, no, you’ve been perfect, really, no one dedicates as much as you’, he assures her. ‘But you don’t socialize. You stay quiet during dinner. You don’t participate in any of the games', he pauses, before adding again dramatically: 'You don’t laugh at my pranks!’

All of it is true. Lily has purposefully gotten away from everyone, afraid they would notice something different about her, though that quiet soldier, Remus, had tried to talk to her. She just feels she can't risk.

‘I do not think it’s time for pranks, James’, she answers, deciding the last point was probably the easiest.

He shakes his head. ‘We are at war, Evans. If we don’t laugh now, we may not laugh after’.

She supposes he is right. And even though he enjoys more pranks than she thinks it’s reasonable, she knows he worries too. More than once, when she is on guard duty, she has noticed the light of his tent is on very late in the night. James may look carefree with everyone else, but he has concerns about the war — and what lies in his shoulder.

‘Your work has been impeccable’, he adds quietly. ‘I just want you to get to know more of your colleagues and for them to know more about you’. Lily presses her lips, hoping her worry doesn’t show on her face. That was all she was trying to avoid. ‘You will need to count on them in the battlefield and they will need to know you have their backs too. And the only way to do that is if we trust each other. Can we do that?’

James is waiting for her answer, his eyes boring into hers firmly, and Lily can’t turn away now. In the light of the morning, with the sun shining on his face, his hazel eyes seem to glint in gold, the pupil barely visible. He has wrinkles on the side of his eyes, and she suddenly wishes they weren’t meeting in the army while she is pretending to be an introverted thin young man.

He seems the kind of guy she would like to meet in college, or to grow up together with, or even in a dancing club with her friends; they would talk and she could be then fully herself, could share with him her witty side and even help him in a prank or two. In that other life she would appreciate how nice and beautiful he is, with that black hair that’s always messy no matter how much he tries to comb, and those hazel eyes that were made for laughing, not to be worried for the war.

But that’s not her life and she is sure that if he ever finds out about her, he will hate her. Somehow, with how much she has learned to admire him in the last weeks, she fears his rejection more than she fears being expelled from the army.

Lily knows she would trust James Potter with her life, knows she would do her duty and die for him if it was needed, and yet she also knows she can't ever tell him her secret.

So she does what she has been doing best ever since she joined the army.

‘We can trust each other’, she lies.

He beams. ‘Great, Evans! And I thought we could start sharing your mourning runs’. He raises one eyebrow when she looks surprised. ‘I’ve noticed you awake at dawn to run’.

‘I like to train’, she admits. ‘I am… thinner than the others, so I am trying to get fitter’.

‘You look a lot better’, he compliments, touching her arm, where her biceps have been evolving nicely. It’s a pat, a soft brush, and yet it sends shivers down Lily’s spine; his hand is warm . ‘Mind if I join you?’

She hesitates just a little. ‘I will stay quiet’, she warns him. ‘I like to think while I run’.

‘Works for me. And if you want to share a thought or another, well, I’m here, Evans’.

He winks at her, again so friendly that she turns her eyes away, wishing she could tell him the truth. But she can’t, so she presses her lips, ties the ribbon around her hair so the bun stays in place, and kneels to make sure her shoes are tied. Then she raises and her heart stops for a full second.

James has taken out his shirt. She knows he is fit — there is no way he can’t be with all the years of training he had — and she has seen before shirtless, but only when she was far away in the line, hoping to get unnoticed as she trained the movements.

Now, it’s only him, his tanned skin glistening under the morning sun, a god coming out of her dreams. She is staring and she knows it, but there is no way she can avoid it; weeks at the army have made her lost a lot of discomfourt around men's body, but this... This doesn't seem fair.

She watches the muscles in his arms, his biceps far more evident than hers will ever be, and it suddenly occurs to Lily that she would like very much to feel them around her, involving her, holding her. There would be only benefits in hugging him, she realizes, as her eyes move to his torso, enjoying the firmness of his chest and the muscles in his abdomen, a six pack that seems drawn perfectly. In his arms, she would glide her hand through his chest, would place a kiss over his heart and then she would raise her head and they would be so close —

And then James stretches his arms, raising them above his head, and she notices the hair on his torso, a few patches near his chest that shine with a few drops of sweat she wouldn’t mind drying, and then the darked patch over his abdomen, in a path that goes on vanishing inside…

When she finds herself staring at his pants, Lily decides she has crossed more limits that it's reasonable.

She turns, all her concentration in avoiding glancing at him again, though she feels it's fruitless. The sight of him seems to be recorded in her mind. He will appear on her dream, she is sure of it.

‘Everything all right, Evans?’, he asks, right behind her, and she jumps. 'You look red'.

Lily knows it; her face is hot, burning even before she has started to run, and she won’t fool herself pretending she doesn’t know the reason.

‘I'm fine, let’s go’, she answers quickly, heart racing in her chest. This was a horrible idea; mourning runs with her very gorgeous hot captain will do no good for her keeping her secret.

She sprints without warning, but he catches up with her easily. She keeps her eyes ahead. Don't look, don't stare, don't ogle.

‘There is something special about you, Evans’, he declares, the run not seeming to disturb his breathing. ‘I will find out one day’.

#Shirtless JP May #Jily #Jily AU #Pining Lily #Captain James Potter #Army James Potter #Lily is a soldier #Lily would never stand out a fight #James would just be smitten with his recruit #oh the pining

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constancezin · 3 years

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Losing at quidditch was such a distress for the captain. Only the head girl could bring his smile back

@blitheringmcgonagall @mppmaraudergirl @the-dream-team

#jily #james potter #lily evans #shirtless jp may #quidditch #my art #zin #harry potter fanart

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acid-rain2912 · 3 years

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Breathless

Throwing in my two cents with some last-minute Shirtless James Potter May™ fluff (which is by far the most delightful concept of 2021).

Shirtless Vignette #1 of 3, with two other chapters up on FFN (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13892284/1/Breathless).

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Lily’s breath hitched in her throat.

She had been trying to study, really. She had even moved outside in order to escape the heat after a failed study session in the library. However, once she had picked the perfect tree and set everything up just-so, her mind continued to wander insatiably. She reasoned it was probably the many distractions inherent in the outdoors: the wind, the sun, the falling leaves, the crows talking to each other, the critters from the forest answering.

And the other students. Children and adolescents from every house and year had similarly flocked to the Hogwarts grounds to find reprieve in the uncharacteristically hot October day. The majority of them seemed to have intentions that were far less studious than Lily’s. Most of them were chatting and laughing loudly. Some of them were playing disruptive games. A particular group was being particularly loud over by the lake. She didn’t need to look at them to know who they were or what they were up to; she’d been in their house for six years and would recognize their voices halfway around the world. She knew them like the back of her hand and could picture all of their antics so well and so accurately, there was no need to even turn and look.

But she did.

Against her better judgement, she had turned to look at the four boys’ horseplay just in time to see James Potter fall (or maybe he was pushed?) into the lake. But it wasn’t surprise or concern for her Co-Head that caused her to lose track of her breathing; it was the site of him emerging from the lake, completely unscathed, but soaking wet. He had been wearing most of his uniform – just the pants and shirt – when he fell in, and when he came to stand again, his shirt was completely translucent and clinging to his body in a way that made Lily feel things she was less than proud of. It was a surprisingly intimate scene to which she had never expected to be privy. She quickly turned her head back to look at the castle, praying that no one saw her ogling another student (let alone one she had so publicly denounced). She took several steadying breaths, trying desperately to calm her internal emotional rollercoaster.

One voice told her to go back inside and read the most boring History of Magic text she could find. The other begged for her to turn back again. Demonstrating extremely self-destructive tendencies, she gave in and peered around her tree. But the sight she was treated to made it even harder to breathe.

That shirt. The shirt that she wanted to steal and frame and mount over her bed. That shirt. That Shirt – with a capital ‘S,’ because it was now a proper noun – was sitting on the ground. And one very shirtless James Potter was boisterously lambasting his best mate, completely unaware of Lily’s peeping, transfixed eyes. She drunk in his appearance sinfully and gluttonously. Her eyes wandered over his half-naked figure, taking in his beautifully-defined muscles, the patches of skin that had been slightly darkened by a long and hot summer, and a couple of small scars she never knew about. She was suddenly consumed with a desire to trace her fingers over those muscles and scars. She had absolutely no idea where it came from and was immediately embarrassed that her mind had even produced it. After indulging the vision for a moment, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to force it from her mind, as though she could un-think it. You have a good working relationship, she told herself, though it was palpably ridiculous. Also, for Merlin’s sake, breathe!

“You’re staring.”

Lily’s eyes popped open. “No, I’m not,” she told Hestia.

“Yes, you are.”

“My eyes weren’t even open,” Lily pointed out, tremendously glad that it was true.

“When I got here, sure. But you were staring as I walked over.”

“I wasn’t!” Lily insisted, flustered.

“Yes, you were. Shamelessly, I might add.”

“Looking and staring are different things.”

“Sure they are,” Hestia agreed. “But both would be hilarious in this context.” Lily sighed and forced her eyes to stay on her book, even if she wasn’t absorbing any material. “James has a lot of chest hair, eh?” Lily looked up to see that Hestia was twisting her body around the tree to watch the boys just as Lily had moments prior.

“I suppose,” Lily said as neutrally as she could muster. ‘A lot’ was probably an overstatement, but he did have some chest hair... as well as hair in certain other places.

“I just remember how you said you prefer your men hairless,” she commented.

“I did say that,” Lily agreed, thinking back to the night the pair of them had stayed up gossiping in the common room after finals in fourth year. “Over two years ago,” she added.

“Oh, okay. Glad to know the chest hair’s no longer a deal-breaker, then,” she said with a grin. It wasn’t.

“There’s no deal to break,” Lily insisted. She wouldn’t have been surprised in the least to learn that she was blushing.

“He’s still topless,” Hestia commented.

“Bully for him.”

“We can stare together, if you like,” she offered. Lily kept silent. “There’s nothing wrong with staring at the bloke you want to shag if he just so happens to be gallivanting around shirtless, you know.” More silence. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect it from you of all people, but us mere mortals wouldn’t resist a shirtless James Potter.”

Lily closed her book with a snap. “I don’t want to shag him. I don’t even fancy him.”

“Both of those are bald-faced lies.”

“Oh Hestia,” Lily sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Thank me for my great insights into your psyche,” she answered happily.

Lily ran her fingers back and forth over the spine of her book. She considered arguing her case further, but her mind had wandered back over to the lake several sentences ago. She sighed again. “Is his shirt still off?”

#Jily #shirtless james potter may #shirtless jp may #james potter #lily evans #Harry Potter #jily fanfiction #Technically still May #Shirtless forever

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jamesandthedog · 3 years

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Not Your Regular Push-ups

Here’s my take on Shirtless JP May! Name: Not Your Regular Push-ups by Jamesandthedog Ship: Jily Read: AO3

Summary: James takes his last Quidditch Cup seriously, even if it means training in empty classrooms on his free periods.

Or, that's what he claims to do if anyone asks.

In other words:

A chair fell down and someone spoke with a deep voice, humoured and out of breath. “You’re being so irresponsible right now.” “Are you saying we have better things to do on a free period?”

Go Read!

#my writing #writings #Jily #Jily fanfiction #Jily fanfic #James Potter #Lily Evans #Shirtless JP May #Shirtless James Potter May #Shirtless James #oh perfect #I got my R's in there #this time #shitless #is another story #we hope never to read

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theroomofreq · 3 years

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don't mind me showing up a day late for shirtless jp may, but im right on time for pride month with some fem jily. ;)

“Wasn’t it cold out?”

“Absolutely freezing.” Jamie laughs. “But it’s bloody hot in here.”

Lily rolls her eyes as Jamie drops her shoes and shucks off her shirt, revealing a deep blue sports bra and toned torso.

Jamie says something to Lily, but Lily can’t hear her, sleep likely clouding her thoughts.

“What?”

Jamie smirks. “I asked if you were going to use the shower or if I could hop in real fast.”

Jamie places her hands on her hips as she waits for a reply. Lily barely registers the words, seeing as she’s too caught up wondering when Jamie changed so much physically.

“All right, Evans?”

“Oh yes, sorry. Still a bit sleepy. You take the shower first, thank you though.”

read on ao3

#cough cough fel #shirtless jp may #jily fic #fem!jily fic

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mppmaraudergirl · 2 years

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Hi!

I was wondering if you had any advice for fanfiction authors who want to get their works out to a larger audience. I currently have some stuff written but it isn't really taking hold on Tumblr or AO3...

I guess what I'm asking is if you have any advice on getting stuff out to a larger audience; maybe you could share your own personal journey through gaining a decent fanbase, etc.

Hi there!

I'm not certain I'm qualified to give the best advice here but I will walk through my fandom experience and hope it helps! I know it's going to be long so I'll put it under a read more.

I wrote my first fic in 2003 as a young teenager and have hopped in and out of the fandom ever since. Notably returning in 2015 then 2018 then back in 2020 to cope with life in the pandemic. If you would have told me in 2015 that I'd one day have a fic that got over 1000 kudos I would've laughed, thinking that type of response was never going to happen. And to be honest, I think luck definitely has a part to play in those things happening so don't discount that either.

But one of the things that is different now compared to any of my past forays writing/posting fic in the fandom is that I have been extremely active in the fandom in the following ways:

Joining the Jily discord—I've made some great fandom friends, and some I consider friends beyond the fandom now; I've chatted with people about random silly questions (like, between James and Lily who ignores the expiration date on food and who is a stickler for it; and, what do James and Lily use as bookmarks for their textbooks); beta read and had people beta read for me; taken prompts, submitted prompts, talked about some completely ridiculous prompts (@mabeltothknows and her Lollipop lady murder mystery fic). It is also a place where anyone can post fic recs (their own or those they've read and adored). The discord is 18+.

Joining Jily challenge/writer fests—Similar to the discord, joining these types of fests have gotten me to meet and chat with more people in the fandom. I've done Christmas exchanges, jilytober fest games, jily challenge monthly fic themes, and even joined in with a few others to make Shirtless JP May a thing in 2021. Those who put effort into running these fests (Clo, @siriuslychessi, @joyseuphoria, @theresthesnitch, @clare-with-no-i to name a few) are not only encouraging but also connect people with each other and boost the content out.

Engaging with people on Tumblr—I know this can be a daunting thought, to have an active blog, to send asks and messages with a name instead of on anon, but that's really a great way to get to know people in the fandom. And I acknowledge that may sound like you have to be "in" to get your fics read, but from my perspective, most people want to find new stories to read and don't purposefully ignore newer writers. I don't want to speak for anyone else, but I know for me, I struggle to keep up with the amazing writers in the jily fandom with all of my real life obligations and the free time I try to spend writing. That means I don't spend a ton of time hunting for new fics to read. It does not mean I don't want to find new fics to read.

Anyway, I think this comes down to the fact that fandom is a community and the more I've engaged and made friends, the more people have engaged with me.

If you want to reach out to me directly via messaging or another non-anon message to share your work or talk about anything in more detail please feel free to! :)

#mpp talks fandom #mpp rambles as usual #idk man

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the-dream-team · 3 years

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hi dylan! i've seen you around a lot but never interacted with your posts before (a tragic error) so i wanted to remedy that by saying that 'July' was very beautiful and utterly perfect!

P.S. I've heard some mumblings about Shirtless James May 👀👀 here is my formal request for you to participate 😂

Oh my gosh, hi! I’ve definitely seen your username around, so it’s lovely to finally say hello :) That’s so sweet, I’m glad you liked July- it was very fun to write! And you know what else was fun to write? This ridiculous one shot for Shirtless JP May, dedicated you, @sunshine-marauders <3

Three Times Lily Evans Did NOT Want to See James Potter Shirtless and One Time She Most Certainly Did

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“Mr. Potter, please put your trousers back on, my boy!”

“Sir, I would, but there’s just no way of telling if this potion might be poisonous, and I’d rather play it safe.”

Lily’s eyes narrowed as she shrugged off her own robes, now covered head to toe in acidic slime from the Dungbomb that had just exploded in her and Sev’s cauldron. The purple liquid smelled something foul, but there was nothing poisonous about what was once a perfectly brewed Sleeping Draught. James Potter knew that, but he’d stripped down to his pants regardless.

“Really, Professor Slughorn, I don’t mind,” Potter continued while he sauntered back to his own workstation, bare chest puffed out as though he wasn’t practically nude in the middle of the damn classroom. His display garnered a collection of giggles from around the dungeons and a wolf whistle from Remus. “And who am I to deny my fellow third years of this view?”

Lily scoffed. She couldn’t speak for her classmates, but she knew her own view consisted of scrawny limbs, knobbly knees, and the most insufferable smirk known to wizardkind. And when he turned to her with fingers running through his hair and an infuriatingly pointed look in her direction, Lily balled her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself from reaching out to smack that stupid grin and those lopsided glasses clean off his face.

***

“There’d better be a good explanation for this, Potter.”

“It kills me, Evans, because there is an excellent explanation for our current predicament- one that I think you’d find admirable and impressive- but unfortunately we’re sworn to secrecy, so you’ll just have to assign us detentions and continue on with your rounds for the night.”

Lily turned, exasperated, to Remus, whose Prefect’s badge looked awfully heavy on his robes that night. He didn’t meet her eye, instead focusing on his three naked friends standing before them in the middle of the first floor corridor. Well, mostly naked. Each of the fifth year Gryffindor boys held strategically placed Shrivelfig leaves to cover their most intimate areas, but only Peter looked as though that protection was a matter of life or death. Sirius stood as casually as he always did, completely unphased to find himself caught clothesless in the middle of the night, and James somehow looked more confident than usual (if that was even possible) with his chest on full display. He seemed to be strategically flexing every Quidditch-trained muscle as he grinned down at her with that pointed look she’d become far too familiar with. She spent every last drop of concentration keeping her eyes locked on James’ face to avoid any potential… drifting.

“Did you have any luck?” said Remus after a moment. Lily whipped around in shocked betrayal. He couldn’t possibly approve of this behaviour?

“Not this time,” Sirius responded, “but I got bloody close. Don’t think having clothes makes a difference, but it was worth trying.”

“I’d say we should be on track to making it work before the end of the month,” added James, his crooked grin turning into a proper smile.

Remus’ eyes sparkled. “Holy shit, that’s brilliant.”

Lily let out a frustrated grunt before turning on her heel to storm away from the disrobed boys and her fellow Prefect, upset that Remus wouldn’t take their duties seriously, but thankful to be out of sight from James’ sharp gaze, finally able to let the blush she’d been desperately fighting back escape across her cheeks.

***

“I’m sorry, Evans, but I don’t make the rules. You’ve got to lose an article of clothing or else you’ll have to forfeit.”

“That’s bollocks, Black, you literally came up with the idea for Strip Exploding Snap this evening.”

The sixth years were circled up around the Common Room’s fireplace, loose socks and sweaters littering the floor, a half-empty bottle of stolen Firewhisky passing around from hand to hand. If it weren’t for Mary’s ridiculous crush on Sirius, Lily would never have found herself anywhere near this kind of event, but she’d decided to be a good friend, and now she was down to an undershirt and knickers. It was unclear whether her face burned red from the whiskey or the nerves.

“Look, Evans,” Sirius continued with an air of indifference, “if you’re not going to participate, you can just put your cards back in the pile-”

“I’ll do it for her!” James nearly shouted as he jumped up from his seat, swaying slightly. His eyes as glossy as the crooked glasses falling down his nose. He reached for the collar of his white t-shirt, grabbing hold to pull it over his head, but a competitive rush propelled Lily to her feet.

“No!” she protested before the shirt could make its way too far up James’ stomach. He froze in place, peering over the fabric at her in confusion. “You can’t just play for me, Potter, that’s not fair. I want to win on my own.”

“Really, Evans, I don’t mind,” laughed James, finally following through to remove the shirt completely. His glasses came off in the process, stuck in the fabric, and Lily nearly choked as her mouth went dry at the full sight of him, broader and fuller than she’d remembered. Had she ever seen him without his glasses before? His face as naked as his torso? She needed another drink.

“I’m not going to let you cheat,” she said, actually stomping her foot in the process. And to prove the dedication to her claims, she stripped down to her bra and sent James her most determined, pointed stare. His glasses made their way back to his face so fast, he nearly poked his eye out. “Now, put your shirt back on, Potter, or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is, Evans,” he breathed, nearly choking on his words.

Lily thought her leaping heart must be horribly visible through her exposed skin.

“Do you both need the rest of us to leave?” chimed in Sirius, throwing Lily from her rapidly spiraling thoughts.

She immediately sat back down, throwing James his shirt in the process, desperately trying to contain the butterflies threatening to escape through her throat. His shirt never made it back over his head and the rest of the night no longer passed in minutes, but instead in glances stolen from across the room.

***

“Whatever is the problem, Miss Evans, my dear?”

“Sir, I accidentally spilled an entire vial of Mermaid venom all over Potter. It’s burned straight through his robes and I’m worried it might be serious. Do you mind if I leave to take him to Madam Pomfrey’s?”

Professor Slughorn fumbled out a concerned response, granting his blessing, and Lily spared no time grabbing James by the wrist to drag him out of the classroom and through the dungeons. His eyes were wide as he studied the golden liquid eating through the fabric of his sweater. “Is this poisonous?” he asked, fingers fumbling with his deteriorating uniform.

Lily spun around with emerald fire behind her eyes. “It is,” she responded, stopping him in his tracks as they turned a corner. “So we ought to play it safe and get these off you.”

She watched his eyes flash with sudden realization before she pulled off his sweater and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

The knowing grin that broke out across James’ face sent waves of elation through her heart, radiating out to find him again and pull him down to her. Their mouths met with smiling lips and heavy sighs, eager to reconnect after what felt like ages apart, but in reality, couldn’t have been more than an hour.

“What did I do to deserve this?” James asked through jagged breaths as he grabbed for the door handle to the nearest broom closet, dragging Lily in after him by the waist.

“You gave me that look,” she said, laughing slightly as she moved her hands up his warm skin to comb through his tousled hair. “That bloody pointed look you get that drives me crazy.” She kissed him and he deepened it before pausing.

“Wait. You poisoned me because I looked at you?”

“I spilled poison on you because I wanted to get your shirt off.”

He beamed, his smile brightening the dim, crowded cupboard as he brought his hands up to hold her face. “Well, in that case, who am I to deny you this view?”

She scoffed. Then kissed him again.

#shirtless james potter may #i wasn't going to participate to this extent #but you asked so nicely!#<3 #jily fic #jily #james potter #lily evans #one shot #shirtless jp may

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theresthesnitch · 3 years

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Shirts vs. Skins

A/N: here's my submission for shirtless James Potter May! This was really a lot of fun to write, so big thank you to @blitheringmcgonagall @the-dream-team @constancezin @mppmaraudergirl for making this a thing.

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"Merlin, I love this day. I want to package this day up, wrap it in a bow, and save it for Christmas when they'll all be wearing jumpers again."

"A little thirsty there, eh Mary?" Lily laughed and bumped her friend with her shoulder, but she certainly didn't disagree. If someone was feeling a little thirsty, which Lily certainly was not at all, there were plenty to drink today.

It was the end of 6th year, and all the exams were done. All that was left was getting on the train tomorrow and heading off into summer. Today, however, someone organized an inter-house Quidditch tournament that most of the school showed up to either watch or join. And to avoid the need to use house jerseys, they decided to play shirts vs skins.

Shirts vs bloody skins.

There was enough skin out there to turn the desert into an oasis.