alight with happiness

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[fireblts]

only love can hurt like this, jily soulmate au where you feel each other’s pain

The night before she starts secondary school, Lily wakes up seven minutes before midnight to a sharp ache in her arm and the eerie glow of the clock on her bedside table. It’s clean and abrupt, like she’s been yanked out of sleep by her right ulna bone, pulled like a fish flailing on a hook through the veil between waking and not.

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[gwenmontrose]

Golden Love

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Paris 2024. Lily Evans, English tennis star, is ready to face the highest challenge of her career and finally fulfil the dream of winning a gold medal at her first Olympics. Now, if only a certain handsome swimmer wasn't set on wreaking havoc in her life, everything would be very much smoother...

[jilyradar]

A fantasy realm AU with stunning worldbuilding and characters!

sworn sword 

by lizardcookie

Summary:

He’s a Mage, One of Nine, Last of His Line. She’s a foot soldier, one of far too many in this war waged by far too few, but at one point he was just Potter and she was just Evans and things were good. That was before, though, and this is now. A decade has come and gone between before and now, a war has come and stayed between before and now, but the memory of her never left him. He remembers her and thinks she might remember him, too.

- fantasy-realm au. lily evans has a sword.

[fairydrowning]

When Evelyn Waugh wrote "sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all" and I felt that in my bones.

[fireblts]

it aches a little final part (jily)

it’s finally done! you can read from the beginning here!

Lily’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she walked back towards the corridor where she had agreed to meet James.

The walk to the Ravenclaw common room had gone on endlessly, dragging on and filling Lily with impatience and some only partially deserved frustration towards Greengrass and Jones. Her frustration was directed towards herself as well, for having leapt so eagerly upon the excuse to leave James without a thought for the slightly longer term consequence of leaving herself in limbo. What had seemed like a blessing at the time now seemed like a torture that had been unnecessary to inflict on herself. However, once she had arrived at the common room and saw the door swing open when Greengrass solved the knocker’s riddle with a decisive ‘Truth,’ she had realised that the walk to Ravenclaw had really not taken any time at all, and the return journey by herself was far more agonising without the distraction of someone else’s steps alongside her own.

Lily turned her mind back to the door’s riddle, trying to remember what had been asked and work out whether she would have been able to solve it with the same immediacy as a seasoned sixth-year Ravenclaw, but the words kept slipping from her mind. It had been something to do with being set free, or a weight being released, or some other such rubbish that led to a derisive snort escaping her. Truth setting her free indeed. Freedom surely ought to be something other than abject terror and a horrid sinking feeling of pooling lead, a rush of blood to her head that made her feel in desperate need of sitting down, and possibly never getting up again so as to avoid having to ever see James.

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[fireblts]

it aches a little final part (jily)

it’s finally done! you can read from the beginning here!

Lily’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she walked back towards the corridor where she had agreed to meet James.

The walk to the Ravenclaw common room had gone on endlessly, dragging on and filling Lily with impatience and some only partially deserved frustration towards Greengrass and Jones. Her frustration was directed towards herself as well, for having leapt so eagerly upon the excuse to leave James without a thought for the slightly longer term consequence of leaving herself in limbo. What had seemed like a blessing at the time now seemed like a torture that had been unnecessary to inflict on herself. However, once she had arrived at the common room and saw the door swing open when Greengrass solved the knocker’s riddle with a decisive ‘Truth,’ she had realised that the walk to Ravenclaw had really not taken any time at all, and the return journey by herself was far more agonising without the distraction of someone else’s steps alongside her own.

Lily turned her mind back to the door’s riddle, trying to remember what had been asked and work out whether she would have been able to solve it with the same immediacy as a seasoned sixth-year Ravenclaw, but the words kept slipping from her mind. It had been something to do with being set free, or a weight being released, or some other such rubbish that led to a derisive snort escaping her. Truth setting her free indeed. Freedom surely ought to be something other than abject terror and a horrid sinking feeling of pooling lead, a rush of blood to her head that made her feel in desperate need of sitting down, and possibly never getting up again so as to avoid having to ever see James.

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[fireblts]

it aches a little final part (jily)

it’s finally done! you can read from the beginning here!

Lily’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she walked back towards the corridor where she had agreed to meet James.

The walk to the Ravenclaw common room had gone on endlessly, dragging on and filling Lily with impatience and some only partially deserved frustration towards Greengrass and Jones. Her frustration was directed towards herself as well, for having leapt so eagerly upon the excuse to leave James without a thought for the slightly longer term consequence of leaving herself in limbo. What had seemed like a blessing at the time now seemed like a torture that had been unnecessary to inflict on herself. However, once she had arrived at the common room and saw the door swing open when Greengrass solved the knocker’s riddle with a decisive ‘Truth,’ she had realised that the walk to Ravenclaw had really not taken any time at all, and the return journey by herself was far more agonising without the distraction of someone else’s steps alongside her own.

Lily turned her mind back to the door’s riddle, trying to remember what had been asked and work out whether she would have been able to solve it with the same immediacy as a seasoned sixth-year Ravenclaw, but the words kept slipping from her mind. It had been something to do with being set free, or a weight being released, or some other such rubbish that led to a derisive snort escaping her. Truth setting her free indeed. Freedom surely ought to be something other than abject terror and a horrid sinking feeling of pooling lead, a rush of blood to her head that made her feel in desperate need of sitting down, and possibly never getting up again so as to avoid having to ever see James.

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[fireblts]

posted in a rush and just realised ao3 got rid of all my italics!!! no!!!

[fireblts]

looked at it for 5 seconds and saw a typo immediately my bad. I will proofread later promise!!!

[fireblts]

posted in a rush and just realised ao3 got rid of all my italics!!! no!!!

[fireblts]

it aches a little final part (jily)

it’s finally done! you can read from the beginning here!

Lily’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she walked back towards the corridor where she had agreed to meet James.

The walk to the Ravenclaw common room had gone on endlessly, dragging on and filling Lily with impatience and some only partially deserved frustration towards Greengrass and Jones. Her frustration was directed towards herself as well, for having leapt so eagerly upon the excuse to leave James without a thought for the slightly longer term consequence of leaving herself in limbo. What had seemed like a blessing at the time now seemed like a torture that had been unnecessary to inflict on herself. However, once she had arrived at the common room and saw the door swing open when Greengrass solved the knocker’s riddle with a decisive ‘Truth,’ she had realised that the walk to Ravenclaw had really not taken any time at all, and the return journey by herself was far more agonising without the distraction of someone else’s steps alongside her own.

Lily turned her mind back to the door’s riddle, trying to remember what had been asked and work out whether she would have been able to solve it with the same immediacy as a seasoned sixth-year Ravenclaw, but the words kept slipping from her mind. It had been something to do with being set free, or a weight being released, or some other such rubbish that led to a derisive snort escaping her. Truth setting her free indeed. Freedom surely ought to be something other than abject terror and a horrid sinking feeling of pooling lead, a rush of blood to her head that made her feel in desperate need of sitting down, and possibly never getting up again so as to avoid having to ever see James.

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[loverscrossmp3]

actually a girl’s real worst enemy is nostalgia. so jot that down

[cascader]

[clare-with-no-i]

chapter 9: Aletheia

read more on AO3 | start from the prologue

playlists: part 1 | part 2

[fireblts]

only love can hurt like this, jily soulmate au where you feel each other’s pain

The night before she starts secondary school, Lily wakes up seven minutes before midnight to a sharp ache in her arm and the eerie glow of the clock on her bedside table. It’s clean and abrupt, like she’s been yanked out of sleep by her right ulna bone, pulled like a fish flailing on a hook through the veil between waking and not.

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[clare-with-no-i]

theogony outtake 2: watching at the komos

[clare-with-no-i]

when I make a fake twitter account for NAR!verse James Potter, what then

[clare-with-no-i]

Jedward Greatest Hits Unofficial (@JamesPotterForReal): @bumblebffUK I told my mate I’d found the girl of my dreams and he asked me for lecture notes can you help me I’m in dire need

[clare-with-no-i]

Jedward Greatest Hits Unofficial (@JamesPotterForReal): unstoppable force of me eating three almond croissants on the way to training versus immovable object of me chundering on the pitch

[clare-with-no-i]

Jedward Greatest Hits Unofficial (@JamesPotterForReal): what if I just dueled Piers Morgan like with swords

[clare-with-no-i]

Jedward Greatest Hits Unofficial (@JamesPotterForReal): got my research paper on developmental neuromechanics published! thanks to Oxford Journal on Health and Sciences. if anyone mentions that I misspelled my middle name on the cover page I will actually smite them 

[clare-with-no-i]

Jedward Greatest Hits Unofficial (@JamesPotterForReal): the debate is over. green is superior colour. no I will not be taking questions

[thefugitivesaint]

Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source