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sunflower is such a wonderful fic, THANK YOU for sharing!!
âOh, hi,â he says, hand running to his hair. âDidnât know you had orientation as well.â
âHey.â She hesitates before sitting on the couch next to him. There is space for both of them after all. âYeah, itâs in my schedule.â
âHm. I thought it would be something like acting classes for meâa bit late, though.â
Lily gives him a smile that she hopes comes off as comforting. âItâs probably guidelines for our next scenes.â
And she tries to keep her mind from the scenes they still have to film. Most of them are easy, some shots of them together as a couple, sharing happy moments, and there is the breakup scene, of course, but there is a particular scene Lily is avoiding to think at all costs.
The love scene.
Itâs not really a full love sceneâthey are trying to keep the rating lower than Râbut he will be shirtless at last and Lily will be wearing a nightdress and they kiss and touch, everything supposedly more suggestive than actually seen, but Lily knows the effects that kissing James Potter has for her.
She doesnât think that enhancing the beginning of lovemaking with him will be any easier.
I LOVED every single moment of plotting Godricâs Hollowâs 286th Annual Lawn Competition with you!!!! Iâm so flattered that you liked my crazy ideas and implemented them in your fic! If you guys havenât read it yet, go read it!!! Itâs a crazy masterpiece!!!
So, hereâs a little moodboard type artwork I made for the fic as a part of my jilychallenge!!!
written for @jilychallenge august 2021 theme, apologies for my tardiness! thank you to @figg-anon for the beta help x
partnered w the wonderful @zephyrcove
prompt: "Iâve spent the summer climbing through your bedroom window so no one sees, please wonât you give me a chance?â
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James exchanges the cup for her credit card with a friendly reminder, âCareful itâs hot.â
âThank you.â
James smiles as he hands the card back, and although James is always personable in his goodbyes, Lilyâs bright eyes and captivating smile call for a little more.
âHave a wonderful workday, Lily. Iâd remind you to restock on tea, but then you wouldnât need me.â
Her green eyes sparkle as she responds, âI have been known to drink coffee on occasion.â
For @jilychallenge August 2021
Theme: Summer
Prompt: "I saw you staring and so decided to try to put on my suncream ~sensually~ but omg the lid just popped off and the whole bottle came out stOP grinning oMG"
@thejilyship v @sirenicc
I did not think I was going to get this done!
Also it's fem!jily. No one should be surprised at this point.
WC: 3.5k
AO3
A leadership camp was the absolute last place that Jamie wanted to spend any part of her summer. She and Sirius had made plans to go white water rafting, concert hoping, castle hiking, dive bar hunting and heâd even promised to attend a total of four sperate ballets with her. She did not have time to spend a week in the middle of the Scottish hills singing camp songs with a bunch of people that she didnât know.
She didnât need a leadership camp. She was, as almost every single one of her teachers and professors had said, a natural born leader. Some of her teachers had said this with admiration coloring their tone, and others had said it in a âyour daughter really needs to stop getting the entire class to break into song in the middle of third periodâ kind of way, but either way, they had all been in agreement.
She took the bus to camp so she would be less inclined to run off in the middle of it, and she went to the main building to sign in, which she was informed would be hence forth called âcommand center.â She refrained from rolling her eyes.
She accepted her key and went off to find her dorm with her yellow duffle bag resting on her hip. Since they were all adults, they werenât making them sleep in groups of twenty or so, and were instead grouped into fours. Jamieâs cabin was number five, which was her lucky number, and so far the only good omen she had gotten from this place.
She knocked before she pushed the cabin door open. Two of her three bunkmates were already there, setting up their beds. A redhead with striking green eyes and a petite brunette with springy hair and a gorgeous smattering of freckles. Jamie smiled at the two of them and they smiled back.
âHey! My name is Lily,â The redhead held out her hand, bold and assertive. Jamie didnât think she was in much need of a leadership camp either. âThis here is my best friend, Mary.â
âLily and Mary, itâs nice to meet you both. Iâm Jamie.â She pulled her duffle off her shoulder and claimed the open bottom bunk. âAre you best mates in the camp sense, or have you met before today?â
Mary laughed, âBest friends since we were eleven. I dragged Lily along to this camp because Iâm incapable of leaving home without her.â
âAnd it sounded like fun!â Lily added, looking back at her curly haired friend. âDid you know that this camp has a ropes course?â She asked, turning back to Jamie.
âA rope course? And that sounds like fun to you?â
âOf course, it does!â
âWait until weâre actually on the ropes course,â Mary chuckled, âLily is afraid of heights.â She tilted her head toward Jamie and raised her brows.
âIâm not afraid of heights,â Lily argued. âI simply⊠do not⊠like them.â
âRight.â Mary laughed.
Rooming with best friends might not be the best case scenario, as they already had someone to pair off with for all the group activities they were bound to do over the next week. They had a fourth roommate yet, so Jamie would reserve her pessimistic judgment until then. In the meantime, Lily and Mary seemed like nice people who she could eat meals with if nothing else.
âThereâs also a lake,â Lily apparently still found the need to explain why she thought this camp would be fun. âAnd the weather is supposed to be brilliant this week. Sunny and warm!â
âIâm here for the seminars and workshops, not for the lake.â Mary said.
âYou can be here for both.â Lily shrugged. âAnd, as much as I love you, Iâm here for the arts and crafts, camp food and fun activities.â
âArts and crafts is an activity. And this is a camp for adults, do you really think-â
Lily cut Mary off with a scoff. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. âIf you think I didnât check before I agreed to come, then you have another thing coming, MacDonald.â She turned her phone out so it was facing Mary, and Jamie a bit. Jamie was able to see colorful pictures of string bracelets, painted pottery, and she couldnât tell what else.
âWell then,â Mary shook her head. âI hope you get to live out your summer camp dreams.â
âThank you.â Lily nodded, looking rather smug. It was a look that worked for Lily. Her cheeks took on a dusting of pink, her green eyes grew brighter, and she sat up taller. Jamie turned to her duffle to avoid being caught ogling.
There was a knock on the door and the three girls turned in unison.
âHello, Iâm Emma Vanity. I guess Iâm your fourth.â She gave a sharp wave and then looked at the three taken beds before her eyes fell onto the unclaimed top bunk above Jamie.
âIâm Mary and this is Lily,â Mary pointed at Lily, who offered a bright smile.
âAnd Iâm Jamie Potter.â
âPotter?â Emmaâs brow shot up. âAs in Potions by Potter? Are your parents Fleamont and Euphemia Potter?â
âItâs a fairly common last name,â Jamie shrugged. She wouldnât have added her last name if she had thought someone would recognize it.
âRight,â Emma laughed and dropped her bag to the ground. âWell, either way, Iâm sure that you are a greatperson to share a bunk with.â She knew who Jamie was, that was clear.
âMaryâs mother was a circus performer if that interests anyone.â Lily had pulled out a bag of jelly candies and tore one in half with her front teeth. Jamie smiled at her appreciatively.
âDoes she still perform?â
âNo, she retired when I started school.â Mary said. âBut she does teach trapeze classes down at the local leisure center.â
âTheyâre great fun.â Lily nodded. âShould we go and find ourselves some lunch?â
âI hope you know that they arenât going to serve bad camp food.â Mary pushed herself off Lilyâs bed. âAre you two coming with us?â
Emma looked at Jamie, and since Jamie had no desire to be alone with Emma just then, she smiled at Lily and nodded. âSure. Iâm always ready to eat.â
âIâll come too,â Emma nodded. âIâve already memorized the layout of the camp, so you can all follow me.â And then she was walking back toward the door.
Lily, who had just proven herself to be very familiar with the camp, was looking at Emmaâs retreating figure with raised brows, but she didnât say anything and just hopped off her bed.
âOff we go then,â Mary bit her bottom lip and followed Lily. Jamie closed the door behind them.
The sun was out, and it was warm, which Jamie hadnât fully appreciated before Lily had told her that they could expect this weather to last all week. And she hadnât known there was a lake. That hadnât been on her list of fun summer activities she wanted to do with Sirius, but she hadnât been a beach in a while, and while she was sure the beach on this random camp lake wasnât brilliant, it would be nice.
Especially if Lily was also there to talk it up.
oOo
Jamie gravitated toward Lily over the next couple of days. At first she thought it was because the other girlâs positive attitude was contagious, and while it was, that wasnât the sole reason.
Jamie had developed a little bit of a crush.
Except not really, because Jamie had never once developed a âlittleâ crush in her life. It took exactly one day for her to realize that she was already deciding how the two of them would find time for each other after they left camp. Two days in and she had decided that their first pet would be a short haired cat named Mr. Tums, preferable all black.
Three days in and she was almost certain that she was in love.
Not in love in love, she understood that was ridiculous.
No, on day three, she was simply falling in love.
It would be a few more days until she was actually in love.
Lily had her shoulder length hair in twin braids today. Whisps of baby hairs framing her face and she kept reaching up to brush them away from her eyes, which only drew more attention to her eyes and her hair and all the other parts of her face that Jamie couldnât stop staring at.
And at the moment, she was wearing a bloody bikini as she sat on the towel next to Jamieâs on the small beach the camp had to offer. A bikini.
Jamie was doing everything she could to ignore the bikini, but it was there, and showing off every soft curve and gentle swoop of Lily Evansâ body. Jamie was in a t-shirt and boardshorts, because she couldnât possibly exist in the space next to Lily Evans wearing anything less than this and keep the ability to speak.
Not that her ability to speak was getting her far. Lily was doing most of the talking.
âWhat do you think?â Lily reached out and nudged Jamie on the shoulder, her bubblegum pink nails scraping lightly on the sleeve of Jamieâs t-shirt.
The quirk in Lilyâs brow let Jamie know that she had missed something. Keeping her clothes on may have left her with the ability to speak, but Lily wearing that bikini had hindered her ability to listen. Sheâd been so focused on not staring at Lily that she hadnât remembered to pay attention to what she was saying.
âWhat do I think about what again?â Jamie asked, not bothering to pretend that she had heard Lily. The knowing smile on Lilyâs face should have made Jamie a bit self-conscious, but she liked how smug Lily looked knowing the effect she had on Jamie. She also wanted Lily to know that she liked her, especially since Lily had not acted as though knowing made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
âI was asking for your opinion one what we should do this evening. I want to watch the sunset over the lake, but I donât think I can stay down here until then. Iâll fry. So should we go to the craft cabin and make some more bracelets,â She held up her rope bracelet covered wrist and shook it, âOr should we have an early dinner?â
âDonât we have a class to go to before dinner?â Jamie asked, looking out at the water after briefly glancing in Lilyâs direction.
âI didnât sign up for anything. Did you?â
âProbably not.â Jamie shrugged. âMary isnât upset with you for ditching her?â
Lily snorted. âIâm hardly ditching her. Besides, she knew I wasnât going to be signing up for anything that wasnât required. I came for the crafts and the beach. And to share a bunk with her.â She was smiling at Jamie, she could feel it aimed at the side of her head.
âAlright, well then, I think we should stay down here for a while longer and then go and get some dinner. I didnât really enjoy the bracelet making.â
âYouâre just upset that Iâm better at it than you.â
âNo.â Jamie shook her head. âI can honestly say that Iâm not upset because youâre better than me. Iâm upset because I can not figure out how to do it at all. All five attempts turned into a tangled knot of colorful string and heartbreak.â
âYou picked out great colors,â Lily had her lips pressed together when Jamie mustered up the fortitude needed to face her. She used all the strength she had to keep her gaze on Lilyâs face and then let out a huff and laid back on her towel.
âThanks a million.â
âOf course.â She reached out and patted the back of Jamieâs hand, her bubblegum pink nails drawing Jamieâs eye. âIf weâre going to stay for a while more, I should put on more sunscreen.â
Jamie reached for the bag on her right and handed it to Lily and then shut her eyes. She couldnât watch Lily put on sunscreen. She knew that she wouldnât handle that well. Especially not when Lily seemed to be in a mind to tease the shit out of Jamie. Which Jamie knew she deserved after the entirely unsubtle way she had told Lily and Mary about her ex-girlfriend. She had blushed immediately after saying it and then muttered about needing a restroom.
Lily hadnât brought up any exes at all, but she had followed Jamie on Instagram the first night, and it didnât take a whole lot of work to figure out that Lily also represented a letter or two from the alphabet.
Jamie bit down on the tip of her tongue and wondered how long she would need to keep her eyes closed before it would be safe to open them.
She heard the cap of the sunscreen pop open and started counting, figuring three minutes to be ample time. She took the time to take a few deep breaths, have a few imaginary conversations with Sirius where he called her a dumbass, whacked her over the head and told her to make her move, and then tried to clear her head of any and all nonsense.
âWhere do you head back to after this week?â Lily asked, and Jamie almost opened her eyes.
âWinchester. My brother and I are staying with our parents for the summer, and we have a lot of plans. This camp actually threw a bit of a wrench in our plans, but da wanted me to come here.â
âHe didnât want your brother to come?â
Jamie snorted. âCan you imagine? I mean, da did ask him if he wanted to, but Sirius is very⊠anti-group activities.â
âWhat plans were ruined?â Jamie turned her head and opened her eyes, figuring the sun screening was done with now.
It was not.
Lily was rubbing it into her shoulders, her hands moving slowly and her nails contrasting sharply with the pale tone of her skin.
Jamieâs mouth went dry and she tried to swallow.
Lilyâs brow went up and Jamie cleared her throat. âBallet.â
âWhat?â
âThe ballet. I got Sirius to agree to go to a few different shows with me, which he never does, and Iâm missing one of them to be here.â
The tip of Lilyâs pink tongue peeked out from between her lips and Jamie bit down on her own tongue. What was it about this girl that had Jamie acting like a randy, seventeen-year-old, boy?
âThe ballet? I didnât picture you-â
âIâm actually a ballerina.â
Lily blinked her big green eyes and brought her shoulder up to her chin.
âI mean, I saw the pictures of you with your dance bag, but I guess I justâŠâ Jamie hadnât posted any recent pics of her in anything dance related, and so she smirked at the knowledge that Lily had been snooping.
âYou didnât picture me as a ballerina? What kind of dancer did you think I was?â
âHonestly? I thought you were a theater dancer.â
Jamie chuckled. âI mean, I have dabbled in the theater.â
âDabbled? I think itâs you use of words like âdabbledâ that made me think theater actually.â
âDabbled is a normal word.â
âSure, and it made me think âtheater kid.ââ Lily turned back to the bottle of sunscreen and picked it up, squeezing some onto her hand before she angled one of her legs and started rubbing her hands together. The point of her toe, the angle of her head, it was all deliberate. Jamie knew that it was all deliberate, but she didnât care. She watched on bated breath as Lily started working the sunscreen into her leg. She started at her upper thigh and worked her way down to the ankle, slowly, making sure to cover every inch of skin.
âHow long have you been a ballerina?â
Jamie had to unclench her jaw to answer. âSince I was about five.â
âAnd when did you dabble in the theater?â Lilyâs voice was even and normal, like she wasnât currently putting on a show for Jamie. She should have kept her eyes shut. She should close her eyes right now, but she knew that she wasnât going to.
âUm⊠I think the first musical I was in, I was eight? Mum was helping out withâŠâ She trailed off as Lily angled her other leg and started on that thigh. âMum was helping with costumes. It was just a small local production.â
âOf what?â
âFiddler on the Roof.â Jamie hoped that she was answering Lilyâs questions, but she really wasnât paying attention to what either of them were saying. For the first time since sheâd seen Lily in this stupid bikini, she was allowing herself to look at her. She was drinking it in.
Jamie was pretty sure that Lily said something else, and half of her brain heard it, though it took a while to get it all pieced together. âIâve seen Fiddler on the Roof. Mary was a theater kid, so Iâve actually seen a lot of musicals.â
âGood.â Jamie nodded, even though she knew that wasnât really a top notch response.
Lily picked up the bottle of sunscreen and popped the cap open again, and Jamie could feel the pop in the back of her teeth. She watched Lily tighten her hand around the bottle, squeezing more onto her open palm.
âI might need your help with my back-â
About two seconds before Jamie would have had a heart attack and passed away right there on the small camp beach in the middle of nowhere, the top of the bottle came off and, with Lily still squeezing the bottle, the sunscreen went everywhere. It splattered all over Lilyâs lap, chest and towel. It got on Jamie too, a large glob landing on the lens of her glasses.
They both froze for a minute before Jamie looked up at Lily from her one clear lens. Lilyâs cheeks were bright red and she was looking at the still dripping bottle as though it had purposefully ruined her plans to send Jamie to an early grave.
The building tension crumbled like a saltine cracker.
âThatâs what you get,â Jamie said, reaching over and wiping a large glob off of Lilyâs nose. Then she started laughing as Lily turned to look at her. Her cheeks stayed red, but she cracked a grin. âThat was totally deserved!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Lily shook her head and dropped the offending bottle. She started smearing and wiping at all the excess sunscreen, wiping her hands on her towel to get it off. âI wasnât doing anything.â
Jamie started laughing harder. âYouâre a liar.â
Lily bit down on her bottom lip, still shaking her head. âI donât know what you mean.â
âYou most certainly do know what I mean, and now youâve made a mess of yourself.â
âThe cap broke! I donât know why youâre telling me I deserve it.â
Jamie reached over and swiped at another glob at Lilyâs shoulder. âSure, Evans.â She whipped her hand so it landed somewhere in the grass and then got another glob from Lilyâs hair. âSo thatâs just how you normally put on sunscreen?â
âOf course it is.â
âI canât wait to see how your normally put on your pajamas tonight.â
Lilyâs face went a shade or two darker and Jamie laughed again.
âYou know what, if I was putting it on⊠a certain sort of way, it was only because you were looking at me-â
âI hadnât been looking at you!â Jamie took her glasses off and carefully went about cleaning them. âI had very deliberately not been looking at you. You waited until I was looking at you.â
Lily was quiet until Jamie looked over at her, having to squint in order to see the look on her face. She put her glasses back on to confirm that she was looking smug. She was. âOkay, but then you couldnât take your eyes off me.â
âHave you ever heard the phrase, in for a penny, in for a pound?â
Lily narrowed her brow in confusion. âI have.â
âIâve only ever had fancied three people in my life, including yourself,â Lily sat up straighter and Jamie felt her cheeks heat but shook her head. Lily had already known that Jamie fancied her. âYes, go and head a preen over it.â
âI am flattered,â Lily, still covered in globs of sunscreen, waved her hair back over her shoulder with one of her hands. Then she looked at Jamie expectantly.
Jamie sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and released it all at once. âWhere do you live, Evans? And how far is it from Winchester?â
âAnd why do you ask?â
âBecause Iâve a feeling that weâll have some unfinished business come Friday.â
And then Lily laughed, and Jamie felt it all the way to the tips of her toes.
hi ! idk if you take requests, but i was wondering if you would do a redrawing of the yule ball, but harry is wearing a kurta on his date with parvati!
i live for indian potters, and i know youâve drawn effie and monty potter in traditional indian wear, but i think harry going to the yule ball with parvati and not wearing a kurta is one of the biggest losses for us desi potterheads.
â @dykemarauders
I agree that Harry would 100% be in traditional clothing for the Yule ball, and I 100% will never pass up an opportunity to draw desi Harry
Thank you for your request and for being so patient!
hi ! idk if you take requests, but i was wondering if you would do a redrawing of the yule ball, but harry is wearing a kurta on his date with parvati!
i live for indian potters, and i know youâve drawn effie and monty potter in traditional indian wear, but i think harry going to the yule ball with parvati and not wearing a kurta is one of the biggest losses for us desi potterheads.
â @dykemarauders
I agree that Harry would 100% be in traditional clothing for the Yule ball, and I 100% will never pass up an opportunity to draw desi Harry
Thank you for your request and for being so patient!
Prompt: Holding hands because there's danger or one person needs to pull the other somewhere but not letting go even once the need is over.
From: @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world
She didn't know how it had happened.Â
Everything was all at once. The blast. The screams. The smoke. The flashes of light, reds, blues, and all that all-so-terrifying green. They'd had only seconds to react. Less than that really. Split seconds.Â
Yet it was long enough that when they'd ducked behind the closest building, their hands had linked. She was pretty sure he'd only meant to grab at her wrist, but the second she'd felt his solid warmth, his reassuring strength, she'd clutched at and weaved his fingers together with her own.Â
He pushed her back against the wall of the building, standing in front of her. It took a belated moment, too long, for her to realise he was shielding her. Using his body to protect her from any stray, or worse yet, targeted attacks that would come their way any second if they were spotted.Â
She could have gone the feminist route. Become agitated, give him a lecture about her skills and capabilities, how she could protect herself. But she knew he didn't do it for that reason. He never doubted her. Not once. So, instead, she melted.Â
Hello puddle, thy name is Lily.Â
James chanced a look around the corner, his eyes narrowed as she looked up at his strong jaw, the determined set to his mouth. "The aurors are here, teachers, too," he said grimly. "Looks like they're leaving already, must have just wanted to cause chaos, not a fight." He looked down at her now, eyes lighter, back to the bright hazel she'd come to know as well as her own. "We should help."Â
She nodded, and James moved off, toward the main street. He paused when his arm stretched and pulled, as she refused to release him. His eyes flicked between their intertwined grip and Lily's face, uncertain, unsure.Â
Lily squeezed his fingers, briefly but with a confidence she was only just realising, and didn't let go. She started forward, tugging him into position at her side as she went.Â
"You know," James commented, his voice light despite the destruction before them, "this isn't quite how I pictured holding your hand in Hogsmeade for the first time."
"Chin up, Potter," Lily's smile carried in her tone. "You can work on the romance next month."Â
