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[relyingonoldships]

My Edit for @orderofthepygmypuff‘s JilyChallenge fic: Once Upon a Thirsty Thursday.

[eternal-courage]

JILY CHALLENGE AUGUST 2021

@eternal-courage vs @orderofthepygmypuff

Theme: Summer Feelings

Prompt: “we had a thing last year but it didn’t end well and now we’re both back this year and I hate you” + topless!Lily

Huge thanks to Madhu - @orderofthepygmypuff on tumblr - for being my partner for this challenge and giving feedback on ideas! I am so excited to see how your piece turns out, since you had some brilliant ideas!

Lastly, thank you to @jilychallenge for the amazing prompt! It was so fun to write! Without further ado, here is my piece.

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Another Hogwarts Holiday

It was a disaster. There was no better way to put it.

Six summers back it had been everyone’s first summer at Hogwarts Holiday Camp in the Scottish Highlands. The camp was a respected one, and selective as well. It trained children for their future careers, having a variety of subjects for students to choose from and enjoy over the summer. All of them were from different backgrounds, from different parts of the British Isles, yet they all got along so well, so well indeed. They’d all become friends immediately, exchanged their Mum and Dads’ mobile numbers, and vowed to keep in contact even after the summer had ended. Some of them didn’t even live too far away from each other, and they all had reunions every once in a while. They grew apart, of course, during the school years, but when summer came along, they all were there for each other once more.

It had been quite simple, quite simple indeed, until they had all turned fifteen. Then it had gotten complicated. For the summer before fifth form was the summer that all of them began going out with others. It started alright, but when they began dating each other, that was when it had grown quite complicated. Because in truth, perhaps they were just too good friends to be romantically involved.

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[ofmermaidsandmarauders]

"What could you possibly know about Quidditch that I don't?" Romione or Jily or Hinny

Here’s this! Thank you for the prompt lovely!!!

Genius Girlfriend

“What could you possibly know about Quidditch that I don’t?” Ron sounded almost condescending as Hermione tried to school him on tactical defense mechanisms. Harry took one peek between the couple and excused himself to run up to his dorm room to find a textbook. 

“It’s all a simple matter of psychology and physics, Ron. It’s not like it’s hard,” Hermione rolled her eyes as she returned her attention to her book, ignorant to the way that she had just hurt his feelings. Ron was staring at Hermione, trying to figure out what she was even talking about.

It was silent for a few minutes as Hermione flipped pages, reading about the history of some muggle that Ron couldn’t have cared less about. “You know? I’m not wholly unconvinced that Galileo wasn’t a wizard. I think he may have just kept his wizard status well underwraps. There’s so little known about that time period after all!” 

Ron looked over at his girlfriend with his eyes bugging out of his head comically. 

“Shit, ‘Mione. I don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about!” Ron was more aggravated now, and it was only at this point that Hermione recognized that she had aggravated him to the point that he was starting to grow mad at her.

“Physics and psychology are both muggle subjects. Physics is a study of science AKA how things work. Psychology is the manner of how the brain works and why people do what they do. It’s another science,” she explained more calmly after setting her book aside. 

Ron took a deep breath and smiled at Hermione, recognizing that she was taking her “calm down” tone with him. He reached over and squeezed her hand, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. 

“So it’s simple physics how the bludgers fly through the air, but the psychology has to do with how your opponent thinks. For instance, Warrington likes to play a little dirty but he wants to win. He likes to score the most points so he doesn’t use any fancy tricks. Whereas, Montague likes to perform the Dionysus Dive because he’s a more flashy player and wants more recognition. To defend your goal posts, you need to learn your opponents!”

Ron’s jaw slowly dropped over time, trying to figure out when exactly Hermione had learned the name of different Quidditch plays.

“Huh…” he trailed off, a grin slowly spreading. “Thanks!” 

Ron leaned forward and kissed her forehead quickly. Hermione picked up her book, this time reaching over to hold his hand while she read.

[downn-in-flames]

Jily in onesies please and thank you ❤️

hiiii ❤️ok so essentially this is a jily christmas fic (involving jily at a christmas party in onesies, hence the doc title) that i started writing last year and got entirely derailed from - however, it’s definitely going to happen this christmas because @shit-sass-and-sarcasm has taken to sending me monthly reminders to write it. essentially it started as a joke of ‘hey, i have a funny romance story from college that honestly sounds like something out of a fic’ to me being heavily coerced into turning it into a jily fic. 

a very short snippet:

“I don’t understand why he’s being like this,” Lily rants, throwing her phone back into its normal spot on her center console.

Marlene gives her a knowing look, eyebrow raised. “You know exactly why he’s being like this.”

“I know your theories, Marlene,” the redhead retorts. “But even if you’re right, it’s not like he’s done anything about it. And he has absolutely no right to act like a possessive asshole if he’s not my boyfriend to begin with.”

[lovesickjily]

Strictly business??? I must know

omg so i’m defo not abandoning this fic because i have so many ideas for it but who knows when i’ll actually get to working on it lol. i think this entire snippet gives away the main premise of the fic away but there’s also some unknown twists to it ;)

It was just that he’d spent practically all of his working life with her right beside him, was a person who had viewed every single pleasant and unpleasant experience that he’d ever gone through.

She reached over to pat him lightly on the shoulder, and the gesture was enough to emotionally send a kick or ten to his stomach, but it was nowhere close to the words that fell from her lips. Words, it seemed, did have so much more of an impact than actions ever could.

“I’m resigning from my job.”

[bookcub]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your blog and I've put several books on my tbr because of your posts. Your reviews and discussions are such a pleasure to read!

Oh my god, thank you!!! That makes me so happy to hear!!!! What have you added to your list, I’m curious!!