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you tell me your favourite colour is emerald green and i call you stupid for not just saying green. as revenge you colour a dozen sticky notes emerald green and raid my wardrobe with them and all the other emerald green things you manage to find. it is endearing and i hate it. but you tell me it's because of the colour of my eyes. i call you a cheeky git and flip you off on my way to class. between you and me, the idea of a favourite colour is positively tosh. and i don't mean to say i've never had one but lately i've only been able to see life in emerald coloured things.

they have peas for dinner today and you're throwing a fit again. standing over the dinner table, so bloody tall, yelling at anyone who'll listen that they're an abomination. there's a weird feeling in my gut. it follows me around every time you're near. like a shadow. like you. everywhere. all the time. inescapable. there are rumours about us of course. i wait for you to acknowledge them because i'm too scared to. instead you just smile at breakfast, steal my toast and wink at me before leaving. the feeling sucker punches me again.

sirius is frantic about losing his new beatles record somewhere. you call him a lunatic while he hollers and whines about it to everyone. later i find it on my bedside table with a note that says 'listen to it backwards ;)' the wink is atrocious. i listen to it in order just to spite you. to stomp on the feeling in my gut. at breakfast sirius is happy again. dramatic as he is, hugging his record and shedding fake tears. i tell you listening to it was like floating. you say you know i did not heed the note. and i'm floating. i have to drag down my nails on my arm to keep myself from flying.

gryffindor wins the house cup. you're delirious. drunk on everyone's affection. my hands twitch at my sides when i walk over to you. your smile is so contagious; it's magnetic. i don't know what to say. "why thanks evans, i was brilliant" you say, grinning. i can't get myself to say a word. i'm reaching forward, trying to make you laugh. really, all i want to do is make you laugh. "you should play for slytherin. i hear their emerald green uniform's all the rage." you laugh and it lights up everything. the room. the frantic beating thing inside my chest. and i'm thinking about how that's all the colour i need.

Jily one shot. i am not normal about them and I'm not sorry. here's the ao3 link for this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/87902706?style=creator

Summer Lily

Written for Jily week 2025 day 5 - Summer Fling.. thank you so much @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder for organising!!

Summary: Lily doesn’t know what’s happening to her, but she reckons this is to be expected when you get stuck with one person for a long period of time. You start to lose your mind. Or Lily Evans inadvertently spends the summer after Fifth Year with James Potter.

He’s perched on the fence, feet dangling carelessly under him, as unconcerned by the web of cracks spreading on the wood as he usually is, coasting through life uncaring of the mess he leaves behind. It’s that last thought that gives her pause, chin leaning on her joined hands as she keeps observing him. If she were to be honest with herself she guesses it isn’t entirely his fault her life blew up in flames and the git tried to apologise, but Lily isn’t feeling particularly generous when she’s stuck in Hogsmeade just to avoid the possibility of running into Severus.

@jilytoberfest Day 13, Prompt: “Stop laughing before I tell my joke!”

Sirius waited patiently for the rumblings to die down before opening his mouth to speak again. But he only managed to get a few words into his proclamations about Hogwart's giant squid before another fit of giggles and guffaws broke out amongst the assembled crowd.

"Stop laughing before I tell my joke! I'll have you know I worked really hard on my bestman speech, and you lot are ruining it."

He shot a pointed look at his best mate who remained one of the worst offenders. But James wasn't even looking at Sirius. His gaze was good focused on the flushed cheeks next to him attempting to hide her laughter in her hands.

A/N: I WILL CATCH UP

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“Does using the command key ever make you feel bad?”

There's a long, judgy pause before Lily sighs and answers, “It’s two in the morning, James.”

James, as usual, is undeterred, “I mean I’m sitting here, keeping my computer awake.”

“James.”

“And I can’t even say please.”

“What if you think of it as the please key?” Lily asks, placating but with just a hint of judgmental in her tone. She’s propped up on one elbow, hair in a loose braid, glasses on and looking adorably sleepy. 

Adorable enough that he considers her solution for a second, he considers the idea, but in the end rejects the notion. “Nah, I still know what it really is.”

Lily drops back against her pillow with a long suffering groan. “Do you feel bad for keeping me awake?”

“You’re playing Animal Crossing,” James answers, clacking away at the keys, trying not to wince when ge uses the command key. Maybe he needs sleep.  

Lily resumes her efforts in her little town, the glow of her Switch giving her face a creepy, bluish hue. “I could be asleep if it weren’t for my devotion to you, my love.”

“You wouldn't be though,” James says, pausing for a sip of tepid tea, “ Not while Wisp is in town.”

“I caught his last bits ages ago, he gave me a fridge.”

“Lame.”

THE GOLDEN AGE OF SOMETHING GOOD AND RIGHT AND REAL

a jily fanfiction

James pushed off from the wall and glanced around the classroom. It appeared to be nothing special, just a room filled with desks and chairs pushed against the walls, but across from James was something else, something that looked like it didn't belong. A tall mirror coated in gold faced him, and James approached it, intending to fix his hair. Staring back at him, though, was someone else entirely. James’s eyes widened. No, not someone else. It was his own tan skin, his own tousled hair, his own brown eyes glinting behind his specs. But his face was lined, and his hair was greyed.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Lily Evans Additional Tags: James deflates his head, Canon Compliant, Anger Managment, Wizard Duels, Marauders Era (Harry Potter) Summary:

During a duel with Regulus Black, James Potter proves to Lily that he’s not the arrogant toerag that he used to be, and that he can change.

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1977

This Hogsmead trip was all blue skys and birds chirping and people laughing, the smell of fresh baked pastry engulfing the wide cobble stone streets. It was the textbook definition of a very fine day.

And the thing that made it even finer than any other day of the year, was the fact that one Miss Lily Evans has finally agreed to go out with Mister James Potter.

Lily and Remus can’t believe their eyes!

*Lily pinches Remus* Remus: OW, so this is real. Lily: I never thought I'd ever see them revising on their own initiative Remus: ...its like magic! James and Sirius *sigh*: we can hear you!

Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Wink Word Count: 491

From his vantage points in the shadows of castle corridors, hidden passageways, and behind enchanted tapestries, Wipple had watched countless relationships unfold over the years.

Students became friends. Friends became sweethearts. Sweethearts became bitter enemies.

Enemies occasionally became sweethearts.

Yet no relationship had ever confounded him quite as much as that between Mr. Potter and Miss Evans.

To Wipple's eyes, they had a great deal in common. Both were unusually polite to the house-elves. They possessed a highly creative interpretation of school rules and they displayed an alarming willingness to hex, punch, or otherwise attack individuals they believed deserved it.

By all reasonable measures, they should have gotten along splendidly.

Instead, they seemed to alternate unpredictably between friendship and hostility.

One week they would be arguing loudly in a corridor. The next they would be laughing together. Then they would ignore one another entirely.

It was deeply confusing.

Then, several weeks ago, something had changed.

Mr. Potter and Miss Evans had emerged from the library together and proceeded down the corridor toward Gryffindor Tower. They had been talking the entire time, exchanging jokes and teasing remarks.

Most remarkably, neither had attempted to insult the other.

Wipple had been so surprised that he nearly walked into a suit of armor.

When they reached the portrait hole, Miss Evans turned toward Potter.

"You know," she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, "you're much more tolerable than I was led to believe."

Potter placed a hand over his heart.

"Evans, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Don't let it go to your head."

"No promises."

She laughed softly.

"Good night, Potter."

"Good night, Evans."

She took a step toward the portrait hole, then paused.

"Oh, and Potter?"

"Yeah?"

"If you keep looking at me like that, people might start to think you have a crush on me."

Before Potter could form anything resembling a coherent response, Lily gave him a wink.

Just once. A tiny movement. Nothing more.

Miss Evans climbed through the portrait hole and disappeared. Mr. Potter remained standing in the corridor.

Completely motionless. His expression suggested that every coherent thought had abruptly abandoned him. Wipple had honestly wondered whether the boy required medical attention. Several minutes passed before Potter finally stumbled away, still looking thoroughly stunned.

Wipple never learned what transpired between them in the days that followed. What he did know was that shortly afterward, both students began appearing in the kitchens.

Separately and frequently.

Mr. Potter would sit at one table staring into space.

Miss Evans would appear on a different evening and do exactly the same thing.

Both seemed thoroughly miserable. And Wipple could not for the life of him understand why.

He had witnessed the entire incident.

There had been no shouting.

No dueling.

No crying.

Just one wink.