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[all-things-jily]

Daily reminder to leave comments on fics to make someone's day after so much hard work 🥰

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[jilyyall]

Had an early morning urge to write some early morning Marauders banter.

"I'm not asking you to trick her into meeting up with me," James said, a bit muffled as he jammed his jumper over his head. When he popped his head through the neck hole, he could see Remus's doubtful look. "I'm asking you to convince her to meet up with me."

"There's a difference?" Remus said mildly, still frowning as he straightened his tie.

"Yes," James said decisively. "One implies deceit and a lack of consent. The other takes more effort and respects boundaries."

Sirius, lounging on his bed next to James's without a care in the world, as if they didn't have to be across the castle for Transfiguration in ten minutes, snorted.

"Well, I think it's quite clear," Peter said around his foaming toothbrush.

"Thank you, Peter," said James, reaching for his robe.

"Clear that you're an idiot, maybe," Sirius jabbed as he finally stood and started to snake his leather belt through his trouser loops. He didn't bother with a tie, but Professor McGonagall was more likely to dock points for a messy tie than a missing one. "At least when it comes to Evans."

Peter's laugh echoed from the bathroom as Remus made a small sound of agreement. James didn't bother denying it.

He crossed the room to the foot of Remus's bed and threw his arm over the bedraggled boy's shoulders. A small, disgruntled huff was Remus's only sign of disapproval when James inadvertently wrinkled his tie.

"You'll do it, though," James said. "Won't you, Moony?"

Remus sighed and shook James off. "I'll talk to her."

[basietta]

james potter

[lavellenchanted]

I have no idea if you’re still accepting the drabble prompts but if you are, for the pairing of your choice: 1 - roommates au and 6 - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.”

Sorry for taking so long on this, and have some modern Jily, because I’ve been in that kinda mood thanks to Leah’s amazing regency fic. 

“I went out for twenty minutes to get more tea bags,” Lily says in exasperation, leaning across the kitchen sink to open the window and let some of the smoke out before it sets the alarm off. “What did you do?”

Standing by the oven, trying to waft the smoke towards the window with a spatula in one hand and peering at the phone in his other hand, James gives a genuinely puzzled frown. “I don’t know! I was following the recipe! Look, it says to fry it on a high heat, and I’m fairly certain Mary Berry knows what she’s talking about.”

He’s waving the spatula about as he talks, and with his hair half-sticking up in disarray and his eyebrows drawn down in bewilderment he just looks adorable and it sent a jolt of annoyance through Lily because she doesn’t want to find her disaster of a roommate adorable right now, she just wants to be angry with him for nearly setting their flat on fire.

Stalking over to him, she snatches the phone from his hand and scrolls down the recipe – then glances over at the charred remains that still sitting in the probably now ruined frying pan and the used utensils scattered on the counter.

“James. How much oil did you use?”

“A tablespoon, just like it says.”

“It says a teaspoon.”

“What?”

“T-s-p means a teaspoon, you numpty. T-b-s-p means a tablespoon. And this –” She grabs the big plastic spoon he has clearly used for measuring and waves it front of his face. “- this is not a tablespoon, anyway. This is a serving spoon. For god’s sake, no wonder it caught fire.”

He doesn’t even have the grace to be embarrassed – just plucks the spoon from her hand and looks at it curiously before giving a nod and saying, “Well, that’s good to know.”

Lily lets out a sound of disgust, grabbing the frying pan and starting to scrape the contents into the food bin. As she does so she grumbles, “How on earth did you get to the age of twenty six without knowing what tablespoon is and being unable to cook anything more complicated than a pot noodle?”

Although he’s now behind her, she can feel his airy shrug.

“I’m a useless, privileged, privately-educated posh boy wanker who’s never had to do anything for himself. Didn’t we establish that pretty much the day you moved in?”

Her ears go warm. It wasn’t quite the day she moved in, but she called him after she asked if he had any fabric softener she could use since she’d forgotten to pick some up and was met with a blank look and the revelation that he had no idea because he didn’t actually do his own washing. His cleaning lady did.

In fairness, Lily was already frustrated with him that day because he’d used up both the hot water and the last of the milk and there wasn’t really any vehemence behind it. But clearly James has remembered.

Is he upset? His voice is light and cheerfully self-deprecating, so he doesn’t sound upset - but then again he rarely does. He’s very good at making it appear like nothing bothers him. So good that at first Lily believed nothing ever did bother him and that only grated even more on her nerves, made her want to pick at him. But slowly, over the months living together, she caught glimpses – of a flickering behind his eyes and a twitch in his jaw, a brief tensing in his shoulders and his fingers clench – and pieced them to together to realise she was only really seeing what he wanted her to see.

The thing is, what she said about James isn’t untrue. He is privileged, and he was privately educated because his family is obscenely wealthy and he’s breezed his way through life never having to worry about anything so a lot of basic skills have passed him by. Like cooking. And doing the washing.

It’s a pretty stark comparison to Lily’s own life; she went to the local state comprehensive, had a Saturday job for most of her teen years because although her parents aren’t poor poor they always had to be careful with expenses and couldn’t give her much in the way of pocket money. Lily was helping her mum with the cooking and cleaning from a young age, and frankly wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she started paying someone to do it for her.

But the thing is . . . what she said about James isn’t entirely true either.

Because he isn’t useless. Or a wanker – not at heart, although he can do good impression of one when he wants to. Lily’s seen how he cares for his friends, making sure they have enough for groceries and rent if they’re struggling; how much he does for his elderly parents, making daily calls and regular trips home to keep an eye on them; and for all he has a cleaning lady, Lily knows he pays her double what she gets from most of her other jobs, sends her gifts on every holiday and always asks how her kids are doing.

And despite the fact that they’ve been bickering since the day she moved in, James has extended that care to Lily as well. Often she’ll come home and find he’s picked up things he knows she likes during his grocery shop – her favourite kind of chocolate, a new jar of peanut butter, a packet of custard creams – and once after she made an off-hand comment about the stress eczema she sometimes got on her hands he had switched out all the soap in the flat for a hypoallergenic brand and made sure there was a bottle of hand lotion by each sink.

Then, as much as he sometimes drives her mad, he also always manages to make her smile when she’s had a bad day and has a way of just making everything more fun and enjoyable.

So really, in the scheme of things, she doesn’t mind if he sets a frying pan on fire every now and then or doesn’t know a serving spoon from a tablespoon.

But she’s not about to tell him that.

“Right,” she says, putting the frying pan into the sink and starting the hot water running. It’ll probably need to soak, for a while, but she can probably get a lot of the charring off before it sets. “Which is why as soon as I’m done with this, we’re having a lesson in spoon sizes and how much oil to put in a stir fry.”

James just grins, pushing himself up to sit on the counter and watches her. “I must be growing on you. A few weeks ago you would have hurled that pan at my head and told me what a waste of space I am.”

“Growing on me like fungus.”

He laughs, but then asks, “Seriously. First you sewed those buttons on my shirt, then you saved me from accidentally dyeing all my whites red with that stray sock, now this. What you made you decide to start helping me instead of leaving me to flounder?”

It’s a fair question. Previously she’s just let him make his own mistakes and then laughed and or gloated when he’s come to face to face with the consequences. But recently . . . recently she hasn’t. She’s not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because she can see how hard he’s trying, taking her criticism on board and making an effort to improve, and she can’t bear the disappointment on his face when it doesn’t go well. Maybe it’s because it means a lot to her than he actually listens. More than she wants to admit.

“You just seem so pathetic. Not helping would feel kicking a puppy dog.” Absorbed in scrubbing the thin burnt layer from the pan, she keeps talking without really thinking about what she’s saying. “It’s just who I am. Mary says it’s my love language – wanting to help people. Apparently it’s because I’m a typical Aquarius.”

A shrug shows what she thinks of that.

But rather than laugh or make some sharp remark about astrology, James is silent for a moment just long enough to send set Lily’s spine prickling in anticipation and then he says, “You love me?”

Lily goes still.

“What?”

“. . . I think you just said you love me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You said helping me is your love language,” James points out. “As in, it’s your way of telling me you love me. You love me.”

It’s not just her ears that are warm any more, it’s her entire face and she’s sure that her cheeks must been as red as her hair. It feels like the bottom of her stomach as dropped out as she hurriedly tries to back track.

“I just meant in a general sense. The same way I love Mary, or Alice.”

“You love me,” James just repeats, and when she glances over at him he’s wearing a broad, bright, delighted grin that makes her heart do a ridiculous flip in her chest. Which is extremely frustrating.

“Fine. But you really shouldn’t be smiling,” Lily tells him. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.”

If anything, he just grins wider.

“That’s fine. I can work with that. I’m very likeable, I’ll have you know. All my teachers said so on my school reports. Charming, some of them even said. And I can provide plenty of other references –”

“Sirius doesn’t count,” Lily quickly tells him.

“Remus, then.” He shrugs. “I always knew I could get you to like me, Evans. But I did think getting you to love me might be a challenge. Now that I know I’ve done that, the rest will come.”

His tone is light, but there’s a flicker of something serious in his eyes – like he really means it – that make it suddenly hard for Lily to breathe. For half a beat she thinks he’s going to lean forward to kiss her and she doesn’t think she’d mind if he did –

“Go and get a clean frying pan. And spoons. I’m almost done here,” she says, trying to snap herself out of it.

James obediently hops off the counter, one corner of his mouth still curled up into a smile. “Believe me, it won’t be long until you love me and like me.”

Lily rolls her eyes but doesn’t say anything.

Because the thing is, she’s fairly sure she already does.

[blvnk-art]

Jily in 2026.

[thelostsummer]

Exile

Click here to read it on AO3

Part 1 of the ✨ long live all the magic✨ series.

Dueling words with Potter might be one of her favorite pastimes… not that she would ever admit it. But she had found her equal and it was like a drug. She couldn’t stop provoking, arguing, calling him out on his bullshit, starting back and forth banter whenever she got the chance. She was so in love with him, he was such and asshole, she could not not fight with him…. Correction: she was more in love with him than ever, turns out he wasn’t an asshole anymore and after their last fight, she would be lucky if he ever spoke a word to her again.

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Lily decides that the best course of action after a really bad fight with James is to just stay out of the common room... forever.

[casszanova]

Jily summer ☀️

[enbysiriusblack]

Meeting the Family- a fake dating oneshot

word count: 1880

The two hovered together awkwardly. Lily bracing herself for Petunia's cutting remarks, and James bracing himself to meet Lily's family, something he had dreamed about many times but always in a different situation from this.

"And why didn't you ask Remus?" James turned to her.

Lily stared at the knocker, still preparing herself to knock it.

"I don't know, I thought you'd be a better option. I feel like he'd be a shite liar."

James laughed, waving a hand dismissively at Lily's confused reaction.

"Plus", she continued, "I kinda thought Petunia would get more pissed off if my boyfriend wasn't just a wizard but also super rich."

"Oh", he slapped a hand to his chest, feigning indignation, "You're just using me for my money."

"Yep", Lily grinned back.

Quickly, before she could overthink it more, she grabbed hold of the knocker, and slammed it down twice.

James turned to her again, "So the boyfriend-"

"Fiance", Lily corrected.

"The fiance", James continued, "He's a prick?"

Lily nodded, "Absolute wanker. Looks like a walrus."

"A walrus?" James grinned, "If he's being an arse, should I give him some tusks."

Lily laughed, "Do not!"

James positioned his pinky fingers on either side of mouth, and let out a grunt.

He leaned closer to Lily, before speaking in a much lower pitch, "Kiss me, Tuney."

Lily burst into laughter, shoving James' face away.

James grinned, before eyes turned to the now open front door.

"Hello."

Lily' eyes followed James', her laughter quickly dying down at the sight of her the frowning woman.

"Hey, mum."

"Lily", her mother responded, pausing as she looked between the two teenagers, "Come in."

She turned around, walking back through the hallway without a glance behind.

James and Lily followed solemnly, before catching each other's eyes, their lips instinctively lifting upwards again, muffling the urge to laugh.

James glanced at the wall, noticing a picture of a young Lily dressed as a frog, crouching down in the grass with a long tube of red-painted toilet roll cores hanging from her mouth. He pointed at it, eyebrows raised. Lily went slightly red, grabbing his arm to drag him away from the embarrassing pictures.

"Lily!" Her father's voice called out, before Lily was embraced in a hug.

"Hey, dad."

He pulled away after a moment, turning to James.

"And you must be the boyfriend?"

"James Potter, sir", James held his hand out, Lily's father giving it a quick shake.

"Great to meet you, James. I'm afraid Lily hasn't told us much about you, but you can tell us all about you over lunch."

He steered them into the dining room, where Lily's mother had gone, now placing a platter of sandwiches on the table that Petunia and Vernon had already sat at.

Lily forced a smile, "Hey, Tuney."

Petunia offered back a tight smile but said nothing.

Vernon glanced at the two before turning back to the table and grabbing a few sandwiches.

James pulled out one of the seats and turned to Lily, "Here."

"Thanks", she smiled at him, sitting down.

He sat beside her.

Lily's mother finally took the last seat, bringing a teapot with her.

"It's great to meet you," she smiled, "James, was it?"

"Yes, James Potter", he smiled back, "It's great to meet you too. Lily's told me all about you all, and with such affection and love, it's truly an honour to meet you all. I've always been curious what sort of people could raise someone so perfect and brilliant."

Lily placed a hand on his hand, whispering slightly, "Okay, turn it down a bit, Romeo."

James gave her a wink before turning to Petunia, "Although I have especially been wanting to meet you."

Petunia stared back at him as if he were a particularly unpleasant sight.

James leaned forward, "I hear congratulations are in order", he nodded to the ring on her finger.

"Oh", she perked up slightly, "Yes. The wedding is next year so I'm very busy with the preparations at the moment. We were going to have a summer wedding, but Vernon convinced me a winter wedding would be especially beautiful and unique."

"Hm, yes", James nodded, "I'm sure it'll look... magical."

Everyone at the table turned to stare at him. Vernon, who had been sipping a cup of tea, spat out, tea dribbling down his cheek and landing on his plate.

Whilst Vernon and Petunia stared at James in disgust, Lily's parents had grown eager.

"You do magic too, don't you?" Lily's mother spoke first, "Just like our Lily. It's amazing."

Lily's father added, "An exceptional shock when we got that letter about Hogwarts."

"I can imagine. I come from a family of all wizards, so when I got the letter, my parents mostly focused on complaining that they had a much longer list of books they had to read than I. Although I will say, Lily being Muggleborn means she's much smarter than us purebloods."

"How so?"

"Well, there are no schools before you turn eleven in the wizarding world, so it's sort of up to the parents to teach anything beforehand. My parents did for me, luckily. Although we don't really tend to learn much maths or science, and we don't have those classes in school, so I've got a mate that always uses a spell just to count stuff."

Vernon snorted.

"You got a problem?"

"Well, it's just, you lot seem to be very behind in being a civilised society. Petunia told me you lot don't even have electricity."

"Well, we have magic; we don't really need electricity."

"Don't even watch the telly?"

"It's not as if we're somehow unable to see a television. My mate's a pureblood, and he bought one for his new place. They're just not something we make or all use, but we can easily just buy one from a muggle shop if we want to."

"Can you not use all those freakish words around me and my woman?"

"Muggle?"

"Yes. We're normal people, alright? Not some weird word you people use to look down on us."

"It's just a descriptive word for people without magical abilities, nothing to do with blood purity."

"Blood purity?" Lily's mother frowned.

"Oh, it's nothing", Lily smiled at her mother before turning to James, "Anyway. Don't you guys want to learn more about James?"

"Oh, yes", Lily's father clapped, "How'd you two meet?"

"Well, we met in our first year", Lily smiled at James, "But we didn't really get to properly know each other until recently. We became friends, and then it all sort of just came together."

Petunia wrinkled her nose, "James Potter, was it?"

"Yep," Lily replied, grabbing a teacake.

"Hm", Petunia hummed, "Potter. Isn't that the name of the boy Snape hated?"

Lily glanced at her, "Yes."

"You know Severus Snape?" Lily's father turned to James.

"Uh, kinda. We're all in the same year at school, so we share some classes together."

"And you don't get on?"

"Not particularly. We're just... different people."

Lily added on, "It's why we didn't really become friends till recently. Sev- Snape wasn't fond of him, so I sort of wrote him off too."

"Oh", Lily's mother softly spoke, "Is that why you're not friends anymore? Was he upset about you and James?"

Lily and James glanced at each other.

"Yep."

"Well", she patted Lily's arm, "Maybe he'll get over it, it's silly to lose a friend just because you don't get on with their partner."

"Yeah."

Lily's mother stared Lily in the eye, tilting her head slightly to Petunia.

"Mum", Lily bemoaned.

"What?"

"Petunia's the one who stopped liking me."

Petunia awkwardly averted her eyes and took a sip of her tea.

"That's not true, your sister loves you. Don't you Tuney?"

Petunia slowly looked up and gave a small, curt nod.

"Sure", Lily scoffed.

"Don't be rude, Lily."

"I'm not! You're just blaming me for not getting on with Tuney anymore, when it's her fault!"

"I've never seen Tuney or Vernon be so rude to you; don't think I forgot what you and your boyfriend were doing just outside!"

Lily huffed, "It was a joke!"

Lily's father gave James a tight smile and tried to speak over the shouting, "So, what'd you do, James?"

James frowned, "I'm a student."

"Oh, right", he laughed, "Um. What are you planning to do? Once you've finished school?"

"Uh", He glanced to Lily, having realised she hadn't wanted her parents to know about the war, "I'm not sure, really. Maybe travel? With Lily or some friends. In the future, I would like to have kids, maybe stay home to look after them."

"Oh!" James nodded, "Bit of a non-traditional lad, eh?"

"I guess. Wizarding kids need quite a lot of attention, and I know Lily wants to get into the potions field. Plus, I don't really need to work to get money, my family are quite wealthy, and my father actually invented this line of haircare that's very popular."

"Lily really hit the jackpot, huh?" Her father joked.

James laughed with him before turning back to Lily, eyes skating past Vernon's disgusted expression.

-

An hour later, James and Lily walked out the house.

They walked in silence for a moment before James turned to Lily.

"He really does look like a walrus."

Lily let out a laugh and wrapped her arms around James.

"Merlin, thank you. Thank you for y'know", she laughed into his shoulder, "pretending to be my boyfriend."

"Don't worry, I loved it," James internally swore, "I mean, I loved meeting your family, your home, and hanging out with you."

"Right, yeah," she let go and gave him a small smile, "Well, I'll see you?"

"Yeah", he smiled back before pausing, "Y'know if you don't want to go back there now, you could always come to mine for a bit."

"Won't your parents mind me just. Hiding out there?"

"Nah, they've had years of Sirius doing it."

"Alright," she smiled, "Yeah."

He grinned, "You get to see where I grew up now. All my embarrassing pictures."

"They can't be any more embarrassing than mine."

"That's where you're wrong, Lils", he countered, "My mum's favourite hobby was immortalising my most embarrassing moments. Plus, they're magical photos, so they move. She's got one framed in the entrance hallway of me throwing a snitch and it coming back and hitting me right in the head."

Lily laughed, "Oh, I can't wait to see that!"

They walked further down the street before Lily turned to him again with a cheeky grin, "Should we pretend to be dating again with your parents?"

"Oh", James paused, "I don't think that'll work... They kinda know you, well, have heard about you. They know we're friends."

"Oh, you tell them a lot?"

"Uh, yeah. They kinda know pretty much everything. So... they might be a bit weird, so sorry for that in advance."

Lily frowned, "How so?"

"Well... I may have told them everything about us."

"Oh. They know you used to-"

"Yeah."

"Well", she shrugged, "They know it's in the past, that you're over me, and we're just friends now."

She began walking again.

"Right", James followed, "Yep. They... know I'm over you."

Lily nodded, a small frown on her face. She turned away so he wouldn't notice.

[questions-forthe-marauders]

Sirius: …and I have a bag of new goodies!

(ask box is open - new drawing pad and slight change to how my art looks)

[liiilyevans]

“I don’t hate you” from the prompt list

Here’s some fifth year Jily for you!

Prompts!

Lily sat by the lake dipping her toes into the water. It was late evening and the water was much cooler than it had been at midday. She suspected that her friends were all up in the common room celebrating the end of the school year. She couldn’t stand to celebrate with them right now though. 

Her best friend had called her a slur earlier today, and she still couldn’t understand his fascination with those who wanted to wipe people like her out. Looking back, she supposed the signs were quite clear, but she had never really wanted to believe them. Damn her wanting to see the best in everyone. 

It was almost like her and Petunia all over again. She couldn’t help but think that she was loosing everything from her childhood. Hogwarts was amazing and she loved the wizarding world, but was it really worth it if it ripped everything from her past from her? 

“Hey, Evans.”

Lily turned to see James Potter standing a few feet from her, his hands in the pockets of his robes. He bit his lip, a sheepish expression on his face. Of course, he would be the one to notice she wasn’t at dinner. 

“What do you want, Potter?” she asked, glancing back out at the lake. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You weren’t at dinner.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.” 

Tentatively, he took a seat next to her. Lily almost snorted. Usually, he was boastful and proud. He’d strut into a room and sit wherever he pleased. Of course, he would be careful around her. She was one of the only people in their year who could best him in a duel. 

“Look, Evans, I’m sorry about earlier today.” He picked up a rock and tossed it into the lake. “I never meant to hurt you.” 

“You didn’t call me a Mudblood,” she said, surprise causing her to face him. “It’s not your fault Snape said that.”

“No, but I reckon I goaded him into it,” Potter replied. “I figure you probably hate me now.”

Lily watched him for a moment. His shoulders were slumped like he was defeated and he looked almost lost; so different than when he was with the Quidditch team or the Marauders. He looked vulnerable. 

“I don’t hate you, and you didn’t make him do anything,” she said, turning back to the lake. “Besides, I have a feeling he would have slipped up sooner or later anyways. It was only a matter of time.” Lily sighed. “We’re on two different paths.”

“Where is your path going?” he asked, genuine curiosity coloring his eyes. 

Lily shook her head. “I don’t know, but I know that I’m not going to sit back and let people judge me because of my blood. I’m going to prove to them that I’m just as good and just as strong of a witch as they are.”

Potter was grinning now. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” she muttered, turning slightly red. She stood up. “And Potter, you should probably get back to Black before he misses you too much.” 

With that, she turned and headed back to the school.

[constancezin]

He finally had the courage to ask her out, and she was more than happy to say yes!

And their friends are very very relieved.

[sunnyvids]

James & Lily | True Love

Made by SunnyVids.

[vagueshadows-fics]

Jily Week 2025 Day 5: Summer Fling

I’ve had this in my WIP folder for ages, but Jily Week inspired me to finally get the first chapter finished in time to post for Day 5! 🏝️☀️💖

(a little nervous about posting this one because it’ll be my first multi-chapter and my first smut, but what the hell - it's jily week!)

safe harbor (rated e)

It was a predictable predicament, Lily in a bikini, a torment James had all too willingly – eagerly – signed himself up for when he’d agreed to invite the girls on the beach holiday. But of course he’d agreed, because James is a good friend. Or a glutton for punishment. Or a pervert. All of the above, probably. Or: It’s the summer before their 7th year, and James invites the Gryffindors to his family’s beach house for a week. How many tropes can Lily and James wade into before the week is over?

read chapter one on ao3!

@kay-elle-cee @sunshinemarauder

[arewelonely]

summer after sixth year, soft jily smut, love and caring

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She was shushing him as she opened her window, pulling him inside, head turned over her shoulder and a finger landing on his lips (which he just had to kiss, not getting the vibe, or maybe just not letting it get to him) as she listened for any sounds… Any Petunia-like sounds, any Mum-like sounds, any clunking of glasses or popping of corks.

James’ fingers snuck around her waist and he pulled her close, setting his broom down.

“Shh, shh, Potter, wait,” Lily mumbled.

His hand was fucking trembling at the small of her back and she breathed in–he wasn’t the only one with anticipation. Glancing once more to ensure that her lock was turned, she turned to grab him fully, arms hugging so tight and pulling him backwards, backwards, landing on her bed with his soft laughs rumbling on her collarbone.

“Shh, be quiet,” she hissed, but she held his face between her palms, their kisses quick and desperate, and Lily brought his grinning self to hers, scooching backwards, breathing in his smell, legs curling tight around his hips–

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[alt-toast]

Brush testing with these two bozos

[allrightevanss1123]

@jilymicro-oops , 1.332 words, rated T, jily microfics prompt 12: drunk

a corner of the common room

by allrightevanss1123 on ao3

“— and you know what?”

“Tell me about it.”

“You already had a chance once— and you totally wasted it!”

Lily reached out and took another sip from the glass in front of her. Her head was spinning; she was certain that if she finished her glass, she would experience temporary (at least, she hoped it would be temporary) blindness in her left eye. Maybe filling her glass to the brim with firewhisky hadn't been a good idea. But she hadn't been able to enjoy firewhisky properly ever since two months ago, when the cauldron she had used for six and a half years suddenly cracked in the middle of a potions class and ruined all her financial planning. When she ignored the fact that James Potter himself financed all the drinks at Gryffindor parties, nothing else could match the taste of the drinks she had—which didn't cost her a single penny.

​“What do you mean?” Potter laughed. He was trying to act as if nothing was wrong — but his cheeks, too, were flushed bright red, and his eyes were dreamy, as if he had just woken up from sleep. For the past half hour, he had been taking small sips from the same whisky, which at the very beginning had been poured only two fingers thick, trying to swirl and mix the drink inside the glass as if that would lessen its effect. “Wait— Evans, what do you mean I had a chance.”

​"Whatever you understood by it," she grumbled, taking another sip. If Potter were to take a sip as large as hers, he would have already finished his entire glass in one go. Whenever she witnessed men’s, but especially James Potter’s, intolerance to alcohol, she felt a pressure rising from her chest, and her lips stretched into a smirk. James Potter was a head taller than Lily, his arms thick enough to cause his shirt to tighten around his biceps, his shoulders broad enough that if Lily were to be picked up and placed there, they wouldn't collapse under the weight of her legs. Right.

​It wasn't that Lily was thinking about his shoulders, but despite all of that, she found it funny that throughout the entire night, he hadn't even consumed as much drink as she had downed within the first hour. The fact that his cheeks were flushed, that he had started blinking his eyes frequently as if trying to show off to Lily with his long eyelashes, that the smirk he had spent the whole day glued to his face had already turned into a relaxed, almost sappy smile, that ten minutes ago he had lost his posture and started sitting hunched over… Him having an answer for everything Lily said.

Having an answer for everything Lily said?

“Sorry— what?”

“Don’t say sorry, tell me when it was and what exactly happened?” ​When Potter leaned a bit closer to her, his aftershave tickled Lily's nose, but it couldn't be said that she was complaining.

​She blinked while looking at Potter. Even before she could find the willpower in herself to realize what was coming out of her mouth, she said, “When we were little.” She took another sip from her drink. “Like, when we were absolute infants. Second year, the beginning— probably. You see, I was actually quite fond of you, when you played your first Quidditch match. I like the hair ruffling quite a lot, wrote you—” Lily’s tongue wasn’t moving inside her mouth exactly the way she wanted it to, and as she tried to speak, saliva was pooling in her mouth. Swallowing with difficulty while trying not to giggle at Potter’s wide, astonished eyes, she finished, “a bloody love letter— then burned it with my wand because you also annoyed me soo much too.”

​“So—” said Potter, speaking slower than usual. This was bad for their image—both heads being drunk at the same time. “You fancied me? Back then, did you?”

​Lily shook her head, but within a second decided never to do that again—shaking her head made it feel as though her brain had suddenly shrunk and was crashing against the walls of her skull with every movement. “But it’s not that big of a deal,” she muttered. She hoped she would still remember the scent she caught as she breathed in and out when she woke up sober in the morning—because Potter actually smelled good, and Lily wanted to know exactly what it was that smelled so good. To tell her father. Wizards used different ingredients in their perfumes; Lily wanted to know, no matter whose perfume it was. “It’s not surprising for a 12-year-old girl to start liking the first boy doing cool moves on a broom— also you’ve always been decent looking, hair helps it too.”

Potter narrowed his eyes. “You like my hair?”

“Well, my dad is bald— so—” she tried to take another sip from her glass but didn't find what she was looking for. It was empty—and she had already finished the bottle she had brought over to this corner of the common room. Her eyes caught on Potter’s glass, on the single sip of drink left inside it, and on how small the glass looked in Potter’s hand.

“Jesus— your hand is fucking huge.” she muttered; her actual intention when opening her mouth was to ask for a sip of his drink and chug it, but the expression on Potter’s face was funny enough to prevent any regret she might feel. “No wonder you got the Quidditch cup twice, back to back— could you also grab a Quaffle like that?”

​Potter suddenly looked at her face, his eyes fixed on Lily’s eyes—and started giggling. As he laughed, his chest shook with his giggles, and he threw his head back— oh and he had an Adam’s apple, yeah. “You think so?” he said, holding his hand that wasn't holding the glass between the two of them as if it were something to be examined. “I’m not sure it’s really that big, though, you want to compare hand sizes?”

“Ew— no— I don’t want to touch it. I saw you rubbing Sirius’s calves earlier.”

​“Okay— okay— don’t touch it,” Potter said immediately. “Just— let’s keep it side by side, alright? Then, you can see if it’s really big at all.” He gripped the couch cushion Lily was sitting on and, in a single motion, pulled it next to him until their shoulders began to touch. His skin was warm even beneath their robes, and his shoulders looked even broader from this close. Despite Potter’s tall height, if he were to slouch a bit in his seat and pull his knees toward himself, they were at just the right height for her to rest her head on them.

Instead, Lily leaned her head against the wall behind her. Leaving the glass in her hand aside, she tilted her head slightly toward Potter's hand, closing and opening her fingers once before bringing her hand next to his.

​Lily wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting, but seeing both of their hands side by side surprised her nonetheless. Potter’s hand really was big too. On Potter’s long, calloused fingers, there were a few rednesses left over from the match, and a thin bandage wrapped around one of the knuckles on his pinky. The length of Lily’s entire hand was only a little longer than Potter’s pinky—all of Potter’s fingers were twice as thick as Lily’s. Lily swallowed once more.

It was strange, actually, because she hadn't spoken—but before she could even question what was happening again, the top of her tongue filled up with a mouthful of saliva once more.

​And then, along with all the drinks she had consumed up until now—which, if she exaggerated the proportions a bit, could even amount to two bottles—she vomited everything she had eaten at dinner right onto their hands hovering side by side.

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