Do you know fics similar to "Love and Other Tragedies"?
Hey! Iâm guessing youâre here bc of the @jilyarchive question I commented on? Have you already read that one? đ
Unfortunately, I have to say that there are no other stories like Love and Other Tragedies in my opinion â that story is in a league of its own!
I tried my best to get to that level when I wrote my canon Jily fic What Are You Doing To Me? but alas!
If you are that same anon who wanted a fic where James is bossy/has a temper, he does start of as a jerk in that story (but not at all in a dark way), so it might be what youâre looking for!
If anyone else has suggestions for this, pls chime in! đЎ
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Unknown Number: hello lily evans
i have an urgent question for you
As long as Sirius Black doesn't win, anything is game.
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Lily Evans, Unknown Member
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Unknown Number: hello lily evansÂ
i have an urgent question for youÂ
wait shitÂ
i just realized that sounded really creepy let me try that againÂ
hi lily iâm james, unfortunately the brother of your coworker sirius black, and we met last friday when i came to pick him up from his work because my brother is an idiot who forgot to fill gas and somehow ended up with an empty tank an hour before he was expected for dinner at my mumâsÂ
and my urgent question hinges entirely off of whether you prefer sriracha or soy sauce in your rice Â
so maybe... itâs not that urgent
Lily Evans: Seven messages first thing in the morning on a Sunday?Â
Maybe I really am popular.Â
Nothing feels more rewarding than the satisfaction in trawling the @jilyarchive tags to find this very specific 17 year old rather niche concept fic that you haven't read in 10 years but never finished it... and finding it within 15 minutes because of the efficiency and organisation of these beautiful souls. Today is a good day.
YOUNG AND FREE TO FALL, a jily fic by lilypottersghost on ao3 chapter 4: "in the forbidden forest"
work rating: t | work wc: 12.5k | ship: james potter/lily evans
work summary: The year is 1978, and the Triwizard Tournament is coming to Hogwarts. While gossip about the tournament starts to spread, seventeen-year-old Lily Evans has bigger things to worry about. Head Girl is much more than just a title, after all, and she has to put up with the Head Boy, James Potter. Little does she know, fate might force the two of them together with a certain glowing goblet.
Nothing is the same after Lily's name emerges from the fire and she's thrown into a deadly competition in an already dangerous atmosphere at First Wizarding War-era Hogwarts. Her friendship with James is tested, and as they grow closer, Lily starts to pick up on his lingering feelings for her, as well as some of her own. And when she starts noticing suspicious activity during the tournament, will she and her friends figure out how to stop a secret plot from unfolding before it's too late?
chapter summary: after the goblet of fire chooses lily, dumbledore tells her to keep her friends close. but that becomes impossible when james picks a fight with lily and sirius.
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Lily woke up in the morning from yet another disturbing dream. Flashes of green light replayed behind her eyelids as she struggled to get out of bed.
âYou okay?â Emmeline Vance asked from where she was cross-legged on her own bed, brushing her long blond locks.
âJust fine,â Lily lied. She was beginning to worry incessantly about the First Task, which was just over a week away. She had no idea what she was getting into, no idea what would be waiting for her.
She met Sirius and Marlene for breakfast. Lily caught Sirius staring down the table at James and Peter, who looked exhausted, like they hadnât slept at all the night before. Remus was nowhere to be seen.
Later, she was walking down the hall on her way to Transfiguration when she felt something tap her shoulder. She turned to see a small, fluttering piece of parchment that had been folded into the shape of a bird. She caught it between her fingers while looking around to see who might have sent it.
Her question was answered when she unfolded it.
Jamesâs messy, boyish handwriting.
Meet me in the Common Room at midnight.
Her heart leaped in her chest. She bit her lip and took out a Muggle pen from the pocket of her robes and used her Transfiguration textbook as a surface on which to write as she scribbled:
Why should I?
Just as sheâd predicted, James had enchanted the parchment to fold itself back into a bird and fly to him once sheâd written a reply.
She didnât see the bird again until after Transfiguration on her way to lunch.
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thank you for that shout out to all creators!!! this is going to sound SO petty of me but: it was really nice to see that because I was all like,,, a little, kinda, maybe, sad??? and teeny-tiny bit jealous of everyone making their lists full of noms??? loll i'm such a weirdo. also would like to s/o to other supporters on ao3 who i see on literally every fic i click on but don't use tumblr much or don't use it all and didn't get nominated bc you all brighten up my day so much and i love you
Totally valid, I'm sorry you were sad, I hope it doesn't feel too personal, I know it's hard.
Until I joined Tumblr (this year) I relied on searching tags and scrolling ffnet, I expect I read a lot more fic from lesser 'seen' writers. I try to keep up with https://ao3feed-jily.tumblr.com/ but I'm certainly guilty of reading fic that I see conversation happening about, while others sit in my forever growing tbr list.
Another way for getting your work, and that of others that may not be recognised would be to submit it to @jilyarchive
here's the link: https://jilyarchive.tumblr.com/submit
In honor of #Jilytober2020 I decided to rewrite this fic from four years ago! Itâs a meet-cute Muggle Au because I am a sucker.Â
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Lily was lucky, she thought, that her boss adored her to no end. Horace Slughorn owned The Hallows bakery where Lily was recently hired. Her interview lasted all of two minutes before Slughorn announced, âYouâre a real gem Miss Evans. It would be a shame not to have you in our midst here at The Hallows.â
Lily was an hour late on her first day but somehow, she charmed the unnaturally stiff bakers to love her, they had to kick her out of the kitchen though.
Lily Evans had many talents but fell short âextremely short- when it came to baking. She did much better as the face of the store greeting and assisting customers.
Lily still arrived late every day two months into the job. It was also every day that her personality came to the rescue with a witty joke and a smile.
personality before punctuality. personality before punctuality.
Lily rehearsed the mantra in her mind over and over again as she bustled through the crowds. She was going to be late again, and if she didnât have something hilarious to say those bakers would really take the mickey.
Her walk to the bakery was usually busy about this time, and almost all of her fellow commuters would gather together before one street crossing.
Lily doubted there was a time that this place wasnât crawling with pedestrians. The traffic light here had a sick sense of humor, it always made Lily late. In fact, it made everyone late. Her watch turned to 09:11 and the scowl on her face intensified with each passing second. 09:12. Lily turned her glare up to the light again and sighed. Instead the face of a crooked nosed man interrupted her view of the offending light. Due to her bad morning âtude she managed to deepen the glare, and Mr. Nose snapped to face forward.
Honestly.
Lily shook her head at the ill-mannered man, that small shake of her head brought her attention to the persons to the right of her. All of whom were blatantly staring at her, with strategic accuracy she sent a glower in their direction.
The whole situation seemed uncanny to Lily and particularly creepy. As she whipped her head round and around the crowd, she found almost every person to be staring at her.Â
By the third time she sent daggers to a gawking bunch of teens she noticed there was only one person who wasnât staring directly at her. It happened to be the bloke directly to her left.
She couldnât gather much from his appearance, because hello staring is rude, only that his right arm was lined with tattoos. The man seemed not to notice nor be bothered by the fact that everyone was apparently obsessed with Lily today.
So, she decided to inform him of the situation, âBy the way everyone is staring youâd think theyâd never seen a red head before.â
Tattoos let out a low chuckle before he said, âHonestly. People these days.â
âThey are starting to flock like vultures.â
âLook out,â he gasped, âthat girl at 2 oâclock might get drool on you if she comes any closer.â
Lily shifted closer to him before she said, âIf this goes on, I might be able to start charging for autographs.â
Tattoos choked a bit, âWell err,â Â Nervous. He sounded nervous; Lily could work with nervous. âI do hope I could secure your autograph before prices skyrocket.â He finally managed.
Lily smirked and turned to face him before replying, and the tables turned. Tattoos wasnât marked on his right arm, but on his left arm as well as his neck- Lily choked.
His neck was inked from the base to the edge of his jaw, with a stagâs antler.
Tattoos was not just tattoos, he was famous.
James Bloody Potter.
Lily was not the type to be star struck, really, she wasnât. But letâs be real.
James Bloody Potter.
Lead guitarist to The Marauders, a band that recently rose to fame. Lily loved their sound and their original lyrics, and it seemed that a lot of others in London did too. And it might help that each member was exceptionally fit. James Bloody Potter included.
His hair was a right mess, his curly locks were inky and seemed stubbornly stuck in a messy mop atop his head. Did Lily mention the tattoos yet? They should be high on the list. Really high. His specs were important to notice too, they didnât exactly seem to be the type found on a rockers face. But somehow Potter had them tilted at just the right angle that it didnât matter.
So, go ahead sue her, sheâs a bit enamored with a terribly fit guy in a band whoâs smirking down at her.
Deal with it.
Seeing him came as a bit of a shock, it wasnât exactly every day Lily ran into a witty guitarist on the way to work. Â It definitely wasnât every day that she spoke with famous attractive men. Hopefully she could change that.
It took her a moment to realize she needed to reply, âPerhaps we could work that outâ she tried to add on a smirk, but undoubtedly failed.
James Bloody Potter. She could stare at him all day.
OH.
oh oh oh oh oh.
Shit.
Lily suddenly caught on. No one had been staring at her.
Theyâd been staring at him.
James Bloody Potter.
The famous musician from a up and coming band. The ruggedly handsome man next to her was catching all the attention, not her.
Apparently, her ego was unnaturally high today.
It wasnât her at all, it was the bloke to the left of her. Lily was turning redder with each new thought.
She was so wrapped up in the embarrassment of her blunder it took her a second to realize that Potter was talking, âEver think about getting a bodyguard? I hear those are dead useful.â
Only barely recovering Lily said, âNot really.â She gestured vaguely around her, âThis is all new to me. I was hoping to be sneaky.â
âJust between you and I,â he said behind his hand, âSneaky doesnât seem to be working.â
Lily rolled her eyes, âLike youâd be doing any better.â
Potter threw his head back laughing, âLove, in my experience itâs usually the drastic measures that handles these things best.â
Lily heard the shuffle of footsteps and reluctantly pulled her eyes from him. The light had switched, and her fellow pedestrians were moving to cross. Lily took a step forward with the crowds and turned back to Potter. But he was gone, she looked ahead to see him surging ahead in the crowd, pushing and shoving to the front.
âDrastic?â Lily called after him.
The guitarist sent a nod over his shoulder to her before turning completely around to walk backwards. His hands shot into the air as he announced, âAlright people. I know Red here is devastatingly attractive,â Lily felt her jaw drop. âBut all this staring is a bit excessive. So, if you all could kindly go back to your business that would-â
âOi,â Lily interrupted, âDonât think I donât see you two trying to snap a photo.â She sent daggers to the two girls about to record Potterâs display, âIâll be having none of that.â
In response Potter sent Lily a grin, âYes ladies, sorry, she will be having none of that today.â
At this point the commuters safely crossed and started making their way down 12th, âThank you all very much. Have a beautiful day!â he yelled out to them with a wave and a smile.
Lily continued straight instead of turning with everyone else, the bakery was just ahead, and was pleased to see that Potter did the same.
âI donât think Iâll be needing a bodyguard as long as you stick around,â she said.Â
âWell,â he pulled his hand up to splay across his chest, âI do specialize in the drastic and dramatic.â
Lily laughed, she supposed it had worked, he earned credit for that. Not to mention the fact that it was the most entertaining thing that happened to her all week.Â
âShall I scout ahead then?â He asked her.
Lily turned to face him with a quirked eyebrow. âWhat?â
âScout, ya know. Race ahead determine if the area is safe. Itâs what I think a bodyguard might do.â
She couldnât help but laugh, somehow, she didnât quite believe any bodyguard would race at all. But there was something about this Potter fellow that made her curious. âDonât you have somewhere to be?â
A small smile appeared on his lips before he spoke, âErr, I was actually supposed to turn back on 12th.â He began to card his fingers through his hair while he watched the ground below.
âAhh. I see.â Lily could feel the ridiculous nature of her smirk, âGo on then. Scout ahead.â
Potterâs head snapped up at that last bit, pulling his hand out of his hair and into a salute he said, âCopy that,â and took off.
He ran straight down the walk and into a collection of people, Lily figured a good scout would have ran around them in order to avoid detection.
Potter was not a good scout.
He took on the group by twisting and turning between each person. As he completed a full rotation he called out, âSpin move!â Lily was positive that spin moves were not stealthy enough for a scouting bodyguard, although his efforts did make her lips tug upwards.
After making his way through the disgruntled bunch Potter took off in a dead sprint, blowing right past the bakery. It was then that Lily decided that James Potter was the biggest dork she had ever met in her life.
He skidded to a stop a few paces past The Hallows Bakery and approached a lamppost. Lily laughed as he began to slink around it. His back pressed flush against the pole he slowly lowered his legs into a squat and made his way around to the other side. To him the movement was athletic, sneaky, and clever. To Lily it was ridiculous, unnecessary, and hilarious.
Lily shook her head as Potter took off once again down the walk, in a fashion that was none to sneaky, her head movement caused her to realize she too had passed the bakery. She wasnât sure what exactly had distracted her from missing the bakery just a few storefronts back, she just knew she was later than ever.
personality before punctuality. personality before punctuality. Â
âPOTTER!â Due to the fact that he was still sprinting away Lily determined he hadnât heard her. âHEY POTTER.â She yelled again, this time she caught his attention, he whipped around with an eyebrow raised at her. Lily simply jerked her thumb over her shoulder then turned back toward at the bakery. Potter dropped his brow and ducked his chin as he ran to catch up to the red head. Lily heard his chest heaving as he fell into step beside her.
âTook it a bit far that time, eh Potter?â
âNever can be too careful love,â his hand was in his hair again. âThat lamppost looked rather shifty to me, had to check it out.â
Lily couldnât bite back her smile. âThatâs exactly the type of dedication Iâd like to see in a full-time scouting bodyguard.â
âAye aye Maâam,â his hand snapped toward his hair, but remained solid in his salute.
Lily snorted into her laugh at his attempt to hold still. As she glanced sideways his salute broke to run his hand down through his hair. Unfortunately, along with the glance to Potter she realized they had come upon the bakery again. Lily stopped and began gathering enough charm to hopefully make up for her tardiness.
personality before punctuality. personality before punctuality.
âErrâŚcould you perhaps, well if you donât,â Potterâs stuttering pulled Lily back to the guitarist in front of her, âI was hoping. Well as long as itâs all right. It would just be such a shame.â
âPotter. Get on with it already.â
âCan I getyourautograph, it might not seem like it but I really do-â
Lily stopped him with a sigh, âFans, canât escape âem.â She held out her hand, âGot a pen on you?â
His eyes lit up with his grin, âFunny you should ask that,â he said, âRecently I acquired the habit of carrying one around with me.â One hand went to rub his neck while the other sank into his back pocket and produced a black marker.
âFancy that,â Lily hummed as she took the marker from him and uncapped it. Lily reached out and snagged Potterâs wrist and ran her eyes around his inked arm trying to find a spot for herself. Finally, she settled on a blank section along the inside of his forearm. Lily held fast onto his wrist as she wrote her name along his arm, ensuring to take up as much surface area as possible.
Lily Evans.
âWouldnât mind if you put a number to that name love.â His smirk was audible in his request.
âDonât push your luck Potter.â
âCourse not,â he began. Lily pulled back from her handy work, capping the marker before she turned it back to her fan. His eyes lingered on her name a bit too long before he pulled his eyes up, âEvans.â
Lily couldnât hold back her smile as he looked down at her with wide eyes.
âWear a hat next time,â she said as he returned the pen to his pocket. âPerhaps that might prevent the need for drastic measures.â
Potter looked gob smacked, âAnd ruin my hair? Not a chance.â
Lily shook her head at him as he plowed through his hair yet again.
âWhatever Potter,â she dropped the line from the corner of her smirk, spinning toward the doors.
As she reached for the handle, she caught a, âSâlater Evans.â
Lily didnât need to turn around to know there was a huge grin on his face, but she did anyway. However, the grin wasnât pointed her way, instead it faced down on his arm where she had left her name. And if it was that grin of his that made her so exceptionally late to work that day, then perhaps she would like to be delayed by James Potter far more often.
Summary:Â Lily Evans isn't going home for Christmas, and to Euphemia Potter that is just unnacceptable. 4637 words.
For @snapslikethis <3
Lily : Ok so
Mary : Love it when the conversation starts like that.
Lily : You will not BELIEVE what just happened to me.
Mary : Elaborate??
Lily : So you remember when I interned for Sleekeazyâs this summer yeah?
Mary : Do I remember your massive hard-on for Mr. Potter's son? Yes do go on.
Lily : Ok firstly I did not have a hard-on for Potter!!!!!!! Heâs so rude omg.
Mary: Â You were at least 39% in love with each other but go off I guess.Â
Lily : ANYWAY so I was literally just coming out of the cafĂŠ on Harris Street and when all of a sudden I get this text
Potter: So
Potter: Apparently Sirius heard from Lucy Granger who heard from Mary Macdonald that ur like, the only1 staying at uni this Christmas and he let it slip to mum
Potter: And she remembered when you interned for dad and apparently she wants you to come over for Christmas
Potter: I should say that she is very persuasive and Sirius gave her your number so
Potter: Sorry in advance
 Lily : I was AMBUSHED.
Lily : How could I say no???? His mother FACETIMED ME.