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Silver Lining

@petalstosarah's @trainingprompttuesday :

"This is the last time I'm asking you," _ whispered. "Why?"
_ responded quickly, "you'll break my heart, in the blink of an eye."

And after that awesome discourse yesterday on Present Tense v. Past Tense, I decided to give present tense a go 😬

Full piece below and on AO3 | FFN.

She hears it straight from the hippogriff's mouth.

Well, technically, she hears it from Sirius Black—but same difference, really.

Just a casual, "'Sup, Evans?" in the corridor, followed by a nonchalant, "Not much, Black, yourself?" succeeded by a shrug and, "Just thinking about what I'm going to do Saturday," to which she asks, "Aren't you going to Hogsmeade like the rest of us?" and he answers, "Nah, not if that means watching James mack on Selwyn all day," before the books in her arms promptly tumble to the floor, her fingers gone slack with shock. Her foot catches a glossy cover, legs suddenly stretching, arms flailing, and her life flashes fleetingly before her eyes before Sirius catches her around the waist, steadies a trembling arm with a viselike grip.

"Woah, there, Evans."

She shrugs him off. "I'm not a horse, Black."

He lets go slowly, not rising to her bait, and that, more than anything, is what makes it all worse. She drops to her knees, gathering the books back into their small pile.

"Not a witch either, apparently," Sirius mutters, but he doesn't take out his wand to summon them. He just waits. Like he knows she's buying time before she has to look him in the eye. Like he's giving her that small courtesy. Like he's a bored lion just biding his time before he sinks his claws into her and dangles her like a rat he caught for lunch.

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Drabble by @ghostspines​ (Please check her out! She’s an amazing writer💖💖 )

No one really believes her, not about Draco Malfoy. The sharp edges of his character have been softened, and there is lightness in his eyes and the way with which he carries himself. Everyone often tells her, “Oh, he’s the same prat, just taller,” and they laugh at old memories and continue chatting away. He’s still stoic, of course, and silver-tongued when irritated, and he still maintains an abrasiveness and unrestrained candor when he finds fault in others. Draco Malfoy is certainly not perfect, but ask Hermione Granger, and she’ll say with sparkling confidence:

“He’s a wonderful father.”

••

“Oi, sprog, no pinching–Granger, a little help?” Scorpius is restless and mumbling unintelligible but frustrated sounds, his hands anchoring on Draco’s face in an effort to pull away and reach for her.

Hermione laughs and enjoys the moment a little longer, how her heart swells at the mere sight of father and son. She never thought she’d be good for motherhood, not in the same way Ginny easily took to it. It had been an ideal scenario in her mind but never one to be realized. But here, with Scorpius and Draco, she feels in her element.

She reaches out for the younger blond. “Come here, darling.”

••

Scorpius’ baby laughter is infectious as Hermione lifts him into the air and presses her nose against his. He squeals in merriment and babbles on, grabbing at her hair in his tiny fists, and blowing bubbles with his mouth at the same time he’s puzzled by such an ability. When Draco catches his eye, his son blinks widely and grins gummily, and Draco can’t fight the smile that spreads across his face.

Together with his wife and son, he feels at home.

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[lithelies]

Pick Your Favorite // prompted by @kumatan0720

Summary: Draco and Scorpius bonding over their favorite animal. (Implied Dramione, just some family cuteness.)

Words: 784

“Father.”

The tone was so matter-of-fact that Draco had to smile.

“Father,” Scorpius echoed, his impatience palpable.

“Son,” Draco mimicked back, a fine leather book rested against his desk. He turned to see Scorpius by the door. He had his arms crossed and his brow furrowed.

“I have a question.”

Draco settled the book onto the desk to swivel, so that he might afford Scorpius his full attention. The boy was only six or so but he did his best to affect maturity. It was strange to see himself reflected in the boy, his eyes, his light hair. He was left to wonder how his father had ever allowed himself into the shadows and Dark Arts, as if ignorant of their nature.

Lucius knew better, yet he didn’t —

Draco rolled his jaw to catch himself. He was almost thirty. He couldn’t dwell on his father for the rest of his life, no matter how hard he strove away from the man.

“Well?” Draco said with a wave of his hand. “I don’t promise any answers, but I’m curious.”

Scorpius nodded, as if he understood. It was the same sort of nod his mother would give to be polite, to mind her tongue. “I wanted to know what your favorite animal was. Mine is a dragon, so you can’t pick that. That’s my one.”

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[lostgallaxy-deactivated20210323]

The only emails i'm happy to recieve are the ones from ao3.

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The only emails that ever find me well

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[16mach]

Remus and Lily had the best friendship and nothing can change my mind

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jily appreciation

[idonthalfbloodymissyou]

-james’ crush began the moment he saw lily on the train

-lily’s crush began when she was 16, but didn’t accept her feelings until she was around 17

-james made it very clear he liked lily in first year, but dropped it by second year

-he did occasionally make offhand comments or jokes about them dating, but everyone assumed they were jokes

-including lily, which is why it took her so long to accept her feelings

-and the fact that he was incredibly arrogant and cocky until sixth year-ish, (when and why she finally accepted her feelings)

-she was rather rude when he asked her out or made jokes, because she couldn’t let herself get hurt

-james was actually really hurt whenever lily was harsh because fuck, he really liked her

-after the prank, james realized he needed to mature

-he apologized to lily for the past on the train home at the end of fifth year

-she accepted his apology, even though she was incredibly surprised

-james talks about lily non-stop all summer, and sirius teases him relentlessly

-lily would go home every winter, spring, and summer complaining about james, but slowly stopped

-in sixth year they’re practicing patronuses in dada because there’s a war going on, and james watches as lily gets it, revealing a doe

-james flips the fuck out and refuses to go in front of the whole class because he knows how much lily hates to be embarrassed and this is huge for him and something she should know before anyone else

-the marauders don’t count

-little did he know, lily was watching through the door because she couldn’t understand why james potter had passed up a chance to boast in dada

-this is when he decides he wants to get to know her more, especially before he tells her and starts making a slow effort

-lily notices what he’s doing and immediately starts making an effort too

-in summer 1977, they spend a lot of time together because of their friends, but nothing happens with them other than lots of secret looks

-they go to diagon alley two weeks before school starts again, and lily asks james to florean fortescues’ with her as everyone splits up because she just can’t take it anymore

-she interrogates him and asks if his feelings were real, because she likes him and isn’t about to waste her time or get hurt later on like her parents hurt each other

-james is fucking flabergasted and sits there for a solid minute and then lily looks down and tries to hide her face and james is suddenly just like “FuCk” and leans across the table to kiss her, hard

-he asks her to be his girlfriend because fuck of course he likes her, he has for seven bloody years

-they’re both inexplicably happy

-they don’t tell anyone until they’re about to head home, and they just start snogging as a goodbye

-everyone is freaking the fuck out because ohmerlinjamesandlilyarefinallydating

-james goes out and buys a phone so he can call lily and hear her voice every day even if he doesn’t know how to use it

-james wasn’t sure what to do over the years because he couldn’t actually tell lily how he felt, but he had to talk about it so he began writing her letters about how he felt

-he wrote them at random times; whenever the feeling struck him

-turns out he loves writing and is damn good at it

-he wrote ones for his friends too, about what they meant to him

-he gave lily the letters for their one month anniversary and that’s the exact moment she knew she loved him, and told him so immediately 

-james kept writing the letters, even after they were dating about important moments that happened to them 

-james meeting petunia, meeting her parents, lily meeting his parents, james getting his mother’s engagement ring, whenever something big happened in the war, when james was about to propose, the day james proposed, when they got their own house, the night before their wedding, the night of their wedding, when his parents died, when her parents died, the day they found out about harry, the day harry was born, the day they went into hiding, his first birthday

-they all reminded lily how much james loved her and would do absolutely anything for her

-even die for her

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pianist-by-night asked:

“so, are you guys dating or?” + jily 😏😏😏😏😏XD

littlejeanniebean answered:

previously on Quidditch!Jily: part 1, part 2, part 3

Just then, O’Malley noticed their clasped hands. “So, are you guys dating or…?” 

James looked down at the same time Lily did. They were still standing so close, their foreheads almost collided. “Sorry, you can have your hand back —”

“I don’t need it — I mean, I do, but it’s not like I was using it at the moment.” Oh, gods, she really was losing her edge. 

And they still hadn’t stopped holding hands. 

“I’ll… leave you guys to work it out.” O’Malley awkwardly sidestepped his way to the stairs leading up to the boys’ dorms.

Lily was suddenly very self-conscious of her sweaty palm pressing against James’ warm palm, mildly callused from handling the leather Quaffle. 

“So…” she said. “We’re not dating…”

“No…” said James. “We’re not…”

“Why are you guys trailing off like you’re waiting for the other to finish the sentence?” asked Marlene loudly, looking up from an old copy of Witch Weekly. (She was always really easily irked after losing a Quidditch match.)

Lily looked up at James, her peridot eyes bright. “Did you want to finish my —”

“— sandwich?” he finished, an impish grin stretching across his very kissable cheeks. 

Lily laughed from deep in her belly.

James’ hand that wasn’t holding hers went into his jet black hair, which was, as always, sticking up all over the place. “I mean… I feel like…”

“We’re…” Lily licked her lips. “We’re good friends, aren’t we, James?” 

“Great friends! I mean, we bicker all the time —”

“— but that’s just —”

“— our thing,” James finished.

“Exactly.” 

“So…” he ventured. “Do you… want to…”

Now that he was on the verge of asking — asking her out, specifically — Lily wanted to backtrack and fast. “I mean it doesn’t really fit my aesthetic and it’s only going to make you throw games like this even more —”

“I’ll make you a deal,” said James immediately, almost like he’d been expecting her to get cold feet despite the fact that she was literally draped in Gryffindor red and gold. 

“I’m listening.” It came out softer than she would’ve liked. She felt exposed in the common room now, certain that everyone was watching them, even though they appeared to be engrossed in their own activities. 

“Teammates first. Friends second. Partners third.” James counted off on his long, sculpted fingers. “How about it, Evans? Next Hogsmeade weekend? You and me, we go get your broom repaired —”

“Okay, first off —”

“I know it would be cheaper to just buy a new one, but the newer models are actually —”

“Well, unlike you, some of us actually need to work for money —”

“Well, I wasn’t going to make you pay for it, it is a date after all.”

“And if I say ‘no?’” Lily challenged.

James had to hand it to her and her standards. He loved her, to be sure, but why was she like this? “No?”

“No,” Lily confirmed, practically pressing herself up against him.

“Then…” James’ voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat. “I’ll just have to…” He could smell the mint in her breath, coming in delicate puffs of air. “… find a way…” He could probably count the lashes on her eyelids if he wanted at this point. “… to convince you.”

Her lips crashed into his while her free hand slipped around his waist. The other was still holding his, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

and what we have learned today is that if jily had been on the Quidditch team together, they would’ve gotten together much faster XD thank you for this prompt @pianistbynight! xx

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Anonymous asked:

“i’m a big girl i can handle myself” for jily- bonus point if james and lily are both on the quidditch team (chaser + seeker) 💖

littlejeanniebean answered:

Quidditch Jily part 1, part 2 :)

“… and I’m a big girl, I can handle it myself!” Lily continued her conversation (read: argument) with James in the common room. 

James let out a long sigh and stretched out on the couch, his t-shirt riding up to expose his hips. She would never forgive him for favoring low-riding joggers. 

“Well?” she prompted him, shifting in her seat and adjusting her oversized Quidditch jumper on her shoulders.

“Was that all you had left to get off your chest?” he could barely keep the sarcasm out of his voice. 

Lily frowned. “If you wanted this to be quick, you could just stop ignoring and invalidating —”

“I’m not —”

“You are too! If I were Sirius, you’d be laughing about the match now with your mates —”

“If it were Sirius, I would’ve hexed him so that he’d think twice before putting himself in that situation again!”

“Is that right?” Lily jumped up, wand in hand. “You wanna go, Potter? Let’s go!”

James bit his tongue before he said something hasty. Things always escalated quickly with Lily. “I’m not going to fight you when all I wanted to do was protect —”

“And you’re still not listening! I’ve been telling you this whole time: I. Don’t. Need. Protection — Don’t!” She pointed her wand at Sirius, who was grinning like a cat eyeing a cornered mouse. An innuendo was surely about to fall from his parted lips. “You say anything, I’ll turn your tongue to lead for a week!” 

Sirius closed his jaw slowly and turned back to his chess game with Remus. 

While Lily had turned around, James fished something small, round, and gold out of his pocket. He held it out to her in his open palm.

She caught the Snitch easily. “What’s this?”

“It’s from the game.”

“But Slytherin —”

“Yeah, I nicked it.” He shrugged. “Peace offering?” 

Lily considered the golden ball in her hand, her green eyes shining like she was looking at the actual Quidditch House Cup. 

“I know you’re more than capable, Evans,” James went on. “But we are always, always, better as a team, wouldn’t you agree?” 

His hazel eyes looked so sincere and imploring in the light of the fire. And he was holding her other hand now, firmly, with his thumb caressing her knuckles just slightly, but he was a very affectionate friend in general. It was nothing. 

Lily cleared her throat. “Thanks for the Snitch, Potter.” She sent it flying back to him. “But I want to get it myself. Next match. You’d better get that back to Slytherin dorms before they declare an all-out war.”

James pocketed the Snitch once more, a relenting smile gracing his handsome features. “As you wish.”

“Potter!” O’Malley barged in. (He was back from trying to drown himself in the showers, apparently.) “The next time I tell you to keep on towards the goalposts, you’d better listen or I swear to Merlin I’ll kick you down to reserves!” 

“Who will he bring in to replace you?” Lily snorted at their captain’s empty threat. “Bealey?”

James pursed his lips and choked, trying to hold in his laughter. To O’Malley, he said, “Yes, sir.”

i had so much fun with this little drabble series, thank you so much for this inspiring ask, anon! xx

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Anonymous asked:

“make me” for jily

littlejeanniebean answered:

For context: part 1 of jily on the Quidditch team

Lily dumped her broom on the floor of the locker room. It could be repaired, but repairs would cost more than a new broom and she had the money for neither. 

James ran off the pitch after her, coming to a stop about six feet away. 

Lily knew he was there, but didn’t acknowledge him. She just kept pacing back and forth.

James took a deep breath. “Alright, Ev—”

“You can’t keep doing things like that!” She advanced on him.

“You almost died!” he yelled back reflexively. 

“I had it under control!” 

James’ pretty face contorted as his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Oh, yeah, you were just freefalling of your own free will —”

“We’ve never lost so horribly in the very first match and it’s all your —”

“You don’t even like Quidditch!” He pointed at her accusingly. 

“Don’t act like you know me!”

“I’m not acting! You literally show up to every practice like you’d rather be anywhere —”

“Well, looks can be deceiving, can’t they?” She shook her head vehemently. “You should’ve kept your hand on the quaffle! We might’ve —”

“We were seventy points down!” James waved his arms around in frustration. “Nothing I did as a chaser would’ve made a difference!” 

“Would you just promise to keep your head in the game next time?” 

James crossed his arms. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” James shrugged. 

Lily stood on her tiptoes so she could properly get in his face about it. “Let me fight my own fights, Potter.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and pushed his glasses further up his long nose. “Make me.” 

She shoved him down on the bench and stood over him. 

James’ pupils dilated as he swallowed thickly. 

“Much better.” Lily dropped down from her tiptoes onto the soles of her feet. “You were too tall for me to reprimand you properly —”

James let out a light chuckle. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave that to the captain because I’m pretty sure he has a few choice words for me —”

“No, this is between you and me —”

“Actually —” He looked down at the barely-there space between them. “— there’s hardly anything between us, so if you surrender —”

“Surrender?”

He nodded like he hadn’t just said something she found totally incredulous. “Surrender to the fact that I’m always going to look out for my teammates and they are always going to take priority over a silly game.”

Lily felt her heart skip a beat and chided herself for it. What he said wasn’t even remotely romantic. “Never thought I’d hear you describe Quidditch that way.” 

“Don’t tell Sirius.” James leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

Lily felt a shiver run down her spine. “Your secret’s safe with me if —”

“No.”

“If you swear you’ll let me catch myself the next time I fall.”

James sighed and stood. His collarbones were at eye-level to her. “Don’t make me a liar, Evans.” 

Lily blushed. “Ugh, whatever.” That comeback didn’t even make any sense. She was losing her edge. She had to get away from him and his intoxicating post-Quidditch musk. “To be continued,” she mumbled and hit the showers. 

thank you for this ask!!! always wanted to write one of these XD 

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Anonymous asked:

“christ can you put some clothes on?” for jily 💖

littlejeanniebean answered:

“Christ, can you put some clothes on?” Lily always used Muggle turns of phrase when she was most annoyed. 

James opened his mouth to say something, but Sirius beat him to it. 

“What?” Sirius looked up ‘innocently.’ “It’s shirts versus skins, Evans, unless you’d prefer to play skins —”

She hit him over the head with the end of her broom, muttering a swift and pointed, “No, thank you.”

Lily didn’t want to play Quidditch, not really, but from the moment McGonagall saw the way she played Seeker in a skirmish in the First Year flying lessons, she’d had her eye on her. By the Second Year, Lily spent the allowance she’d saved up to buy her own broom because having her own broom meant freedom until she could learn to apparate in the Seventh Year. 

By the Third Year, she’d grown fed up with the all-male Quidditch team Gryffindor had and tried out with Marlene. Lily was offered the position of Seeker and immediately turned it down. She had proven her point and she didn’t actually want to play. Then Black had called her too chicken to play a real game, and, well, it escalated from there. 

Now, she was in her Fifth Year and they’d won the cup two years running. The core team was training with the reserves for the first match of the year against Slytherin. 

Lily really wished they’d put some damn clothes on. She was a Seeker, which meant she had to watch the pitch. It had never been a problem before, but James had come back from his summer in Italy with more than a tan. He’d come back aggravatingly fit. No fifteen-year-old should be allowed to have arms or abs like that. Most fifteen-year-olds followed this rule. Of course, James was a Marauder, and that meant he broke all the rules. (Sirius was fit too, possibly more than James, but unlike most girls at Hogwarts, Lily couldn’t imagine being attracted to Sirius with the way he spoke to her.)

“Evans! Brown!” yelled their captain, O’Malley. “I swear I saw the snitch fly past us at least twice since we started!”

Lily grimaced and tried to focus, but it was no use. After O’Malley called her out, James actually turned to look at her every so often with those big hazel eyes of his. He shot her an encouraging smile four times. Her stomach felt like she’d just done a Wronski feint. 

In the end, Brown, who was playing skins with James, Sirius, and O’Malley, caught the snitch. The worst part was, he wasn’t even that good. 

“Alright, Evans?” James watched her studiously as they dismounted. He was still shirtless and now they were close enough that Lily could see the beads of sweat traveling from his brow, down his jaw, to his collarbones and lower…

“Fine,” she grumbled, turning away, her cheeks going red to match her hair.

Before the next practice match later in the day, James put on a plain white t-shirt because the air was getting nippy, and miraculously, Lily caught the snitch five minutes in. 

thank you for asking, anon! hope you liked it! xx

and thank you to the (other? same?) anon to requested jily on the quidditch team (i’m still gonna write your prompt, don’t worry, darling xx)