some point between then and now they fall into each other and she doesn’t think they’ll ever really be able to fall out of each other for a long, long time. it’s disconcerting, she’ll admit, mostly because she’s been noticing things. the way he bites his lips when he’s thinking. the way she runs her hand through her hair when she’s nervous. somehow they’ve fallen into each other’s habits and she isn’t as upset as she wants to be. not even when she finds his soft knit scarf under her bed, when she notices his frayed toothbrush next to hers, when she pulls out his sock from under her pillow. instead she wonders when exactly pieces of him had managed to find their way to her home. she wants to be upset. fifteen year old Lily is probably rolling over in her grave right now.
but when she sees him beam at her from across the room, wearing (read: stretching) her favorite pair of gloves she realizes why exactly she’s not as upset as she wants to be. because she’s realized that while pieces of him latched onto her, pieces of her had managed to find shelter in him. he has half of her heart, her soul, in his clutches and she thinks she’s okay with it. she thinks maybe she
loves likes it (him).
title: king and lionheart
word count: 4,882
summary:The story of Prince James and his lionheart, Lily. All he’s ever done is watch her back, watch her leave, watch her protect him because that’s what a lionheart is supposed to do. James wonders why it can’t go both ways.
notes: inspired by of monsters and men’s “king and lionheart” and also “laughter lines” by bastille. ugh wow i feel a bit rusty with jily but here you go! :)
Golden light filters through the leaves and the wind blows calmly. It’s a beautiful day and the constant sunshine seems almost mocking. She thinks it should be raining, that it should rain forever, because Mommy and Daddy are both gone and no one will tell her when they are coming back, just that she has to stay with Tuney and be quiet. The little boy with messy, dark hair walks slowly towards the lonely, sad girl, her red hair golden against the sunlight, her tears glistening almost angelically. He unclasps the tiny crown his mother had clipped on to his hair and places it on her head. She looks up and glares. He just grins with childish glee, his next words echoing in the silence.
“I am the future king and you shall be my lionheart. Please don’t be sad.”
The people watch with bated breath because this is not how tradition works, but the King watches the scene with hazy, distant eyes and the Queen smiles sadly. This is exactly how tradition works, the Queen whispers to her chambermaids later that night, eyes twinkling as she surveys the empty bed before her. The King does not lay with her that night because he is not one to follow tradition.
The King and Queen smile as their little prince greets the two little girls warmly. One is small and soft and made of fire and the other is tall and sharp and made of ice. As the younger girl stomps on his son’s foot the King wonders if history is always meant to repeat itself.
#jily au #jily #jily* #limes #evotter #omg okay i feel like my writing got so messed up bc i didn't write for like three weeks wahhh
"jily, something blue."
Stars. Stars in the backyard, stars in the sky, stars in his eyes, stars whenever he kisses her, all he sees is stars. She’s grinning at him and he recognizes that look in her eyes. It means she’s planning something. He groans when she spins and giggles and names a planet, looking at him like he should be just as excited. Sometimes she forgets he’s human and so, so new at all this. Sometimes he forgets, too.
He watches as she leans forward against the console, long, ginger hair a mess and bowtie so loose he’s sure it’ll fall off (and he really hopes so because maybe then she’ll stop wearing it because It’s really more embarrassing then cool, no matter how many times she insists otherwise). He’s secretly proud that he’s the one that can make her so rumpled and messy, he’s the one that can kiss her until she flushes a bright red and mutters incoherent things no one else will ever hear.
He touches the railing along the stairs and yelps because it’s hot, like burning hot. She turns on the spot and looks at him, curiously, before glaring at the console in front of her.
"I thought I told you to stop that!" She says, poking the console with each word for extra emphasis. Maybe eight months ago, he would have found this weird, but, well, he’s gotten used to it.
"I don’t think it was the TARDIS." He says, diplomatically, walking up to her. Actually he’s pretty sure it is the TARDIS because the first time he ever kissed her, the TARDIS had ejected him straight into space and he was pretty sure he was going to die. He doesn’t really want that to happen again. He still remembers the Doctor whispering furiously with the TARDIS console as they flew through space, saying something along the lines of 'You can't just eject people into space, sexy, that's rude!' and ‘I really like him, okay’ and 'But of course I like you more'. Never in a million years had James ever thought he’d feel jealous of a blue-police-box-slash-flying-time-machine. There’s a first for everything.
The Doctor huffs a little before poking James in the chest with her sonic screwdriver. “The TARDIS wants you to stop thinking dirty thoughts while inside of her.” James splutters because, god, that sentence alone weirds him out so much. He nods, pushing a hand through his hair awkwardly, and she smiles with satisfaction.
He doesn’t expect her to lean forward and kiss him lightly on the lips. He kind of melts into the kiss and she pulls away entirely too soon, smiling (he doesn’t miss the sad, haunted look in her eyes because it never really goes away). She bounces around the console and they both ignore the way the TARDIS engine sounds eerily similar to a growl.
She looks up at him, emerald green eyes twinkling and a tiny smirk playing on her lips, as she fiddles with the numerous buttons James will never understand, “Hmmm we could go to a new planet. Yeah. But—wait. Shhhh, sexy, don’t be such a baby—ow. Okay, sorry. Didn’t mean that, sweetie, shh. What was I saying. Oh yeah! So, Potter, what do you think about the 1920s?”
She raises an eyebrow in his direction and he grins.
#jily #jily* #jily au #theycallmeruthless #GET IT BC SOMETHING BORROWED SOMETHING BLUE SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW #oh god im sorry ok but here you go i hope you like it!! #requests #answered
yooooooo give me lil Drabble prompts please ill love u forever
a 1950s drabble in which Lily Evans is the star and James Potter is the stagehand
She’s sparkling like the city lights, eyes hazy, mouth painted a delicate blood red. All he sees is red, fire red hair, ruby red nails, all he wants is red. She’s swaying to the music, singing slowly, moving oh-so-sensually, and now, more than ever, his doubts as to why she made it before him washes away. It’s not just because she’s attractive and god, is she attractive. It’s because she has an aura about her, her emerald green eyes capture and never ever let go. He thinks he wants to drown in her whole being. She’s singing her heart out and she looks like she belongs up on that stage. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheekbones and James is entranced.
"Hiiiii~ Are you writing any oher fics currently? Can you give a snippet of each of them?"
Hi!!! Yeah I am, I’m writing 4 aus right now (screams bc i can’t finish anything ughughugh) I already gave a snippet of the grim reaper au (im stuck at the end unfortunately) but here are the other three!!
it’s a zombie au, university au, and king and lionheart au
(Nicked from iambickilometer):
drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing
- FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project
- LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project
- NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
- [insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project
- THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it
- BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
- POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
title: stole my heart (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧
pairing: james potter/lily evans
word count: 4,434
summary: In which Lily Evans is the newly appointed Police Captain and a wanted thief won’t stop texting her cute Japanese emoticons.
note: im so sorry???????? let’s pretend this is a lil serious
[ao3 link] [ff.net link]
Lily Evans stares at the manila folder in front of her with a tiny bit of dread. It’s nearly empty, except for a list of recent crimes, a few unfinished sketches of half a face, and a shiny gold card marked with a single delicately traced letter along the back, J.
"We don’t have a real name, real picture, not even family background. We don’t even know if he’s working alone or with a team. He’s incredible at covering his tracks, unfortunately." Minerva McGonagall explains, sighing. "All we know is that he calls himself Prongs and he targets the upper-class. He likes to send cards out before he targets anyone, it’s like a game, but he’s not considered much of a concern, exactly. He’s more of a thorn in our sides that I’d like you to remove, if you and your team can handle it?”
Lily looks up from the folder and bites her lip, “Yeah, I think we can.”
As soon as she agrees to take the case, she has a feeling that she’s made the wrong decision. But she can’t take it back now so she buries her worries in the back of her mind and vows to spend the next few weeks analyzing every case Prongs has ever been involved in until she’s memorized them.
word count: 5,013
summary: Lily Evans is too scared to tell James Potter how she feels until it’s too late. Because he’s leaving, heading to Switzerland, for auror training. And she’s leaving, heading to America, for a journalism internship. “Promise me this isn’t goodbye.” And they try, they really do, but Voldemort has taken over everything and she can’t get back home. They end up running in circles around each other, never within reach, but always in sight.
notes: so this was sappy/cutesy grad fic that turned into angsty slight au where lily and james never admit their feelings to each other and leave the country and come back to voldemort running everything. title from f(x) ft. D.O’s “Goodbye Summer” (which inspired me) and also inspired by “Blood on The Leaves” by Kanye West.
***warning: mentions of torture, mentions of noncon situations, and excessive use of the word fuck
[link to ff.net][link to ao3]
Lily sighs and pulls at her graduation robes. They were much, much bigger then she expected. She hears James chuckle from behind her and she turns to glare at him. “It’s not funny. This makes me look huge.”
He looks at her seriously, right then, and nods, vigorously, “You’re right, Lily. You do kinda resemble a very big, very red whale, actually.”
"A whale on fire." Sirius inserts from where he’s sprawled on the floor, next to Peter and Remus, his cap practically falling off his head.
Lily glares, “Piss off.”
James rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”
"Yeah! You’re a very cute red whale, Lily!" Peter tells her, encouragingly.
Before Lily can snap at him, the professors shout at them to get back into alphabetical order. James smiles at her, before walking off to join the other ‘P’ names, and her heart flutters a little. She frowns. Her timing is terrible, really. James was her mate, maybe even one of her best mates (if anyone had told her this just a year ago she would have laughed in their face). It scares her a bit, though, because somewhere between Head Prefect meetings and studying and secret passageway exploring and late night excursions to the kitchens and sneaking into Hogsmeade, Lily had fallen in love with him.
It was a gradual thing, something she didn’t even notice until, one day, she found herself hanging on his every word, feeling it in her very bones whenever he even casually touched her. It scared her. It still scares her. But she didn’t say a single word because she didn’t want to ruin what they have.
And now, even if she did want to tell him, she can’t. Because he’s leaving, heading to Switzerland, for auror training. And she’s leaving, heading to America, for a journalism internship.
#jily #jily* #limes #evotter #I DON'T KNOW IM SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SAPPY/CUTESY GRAD FIC #FUCK
"I loved your super villain au! But why is Sirius a super hero?"
oK so I wanted to make this a multichapter but then I didn’t feel like writing so here’s BACKSTORY:
Sirius comes from a long line of super villains and decides that he’s not about that life so he becomes a superhero. His family kicks him out and he goes to James, his best friend (who also came from a family of super villains) and James doesn’t even question it, really, and basically James is a super villain who actually is too loyal and caring really to make a truly villainous Super villain, unless he really, really hates something. Anyways, everyone’s really chill about it, tbh.
And Remus is James’s assistant who he took in because “asshole fenrir greyback, who thinks he’s a better villain than James, which is clearly not true because who got Villain of The Year five years in a row? James Potter” experimented on Remus and turned him into a werewolf and James felt like he needed to help, especially because Remus was living on the streets (no one felt safe enough around him to hire him) (James didn’t give two fucks about the ‘safety issues’ because, let’s face it, he works with nuclear devices daily, how dangerous can a werewolf be?) (James really doesn’t like that Remus won’t help him with anything too dangerous, deeming it cruel and unusual) (James suspects Remus would much rather have James be a superhero).
Peter is also a Super Villain, who looks up to James and James likes that, it boosts his ego, and also he enjoys Peter’s company even if Peter is a bit ratty.
Lily became a villain because she’s a bit of a kleptomaniac with an IQ of 200. Some time in math class she decided if she wanted to use her skills properly, becoming a super villain was the way to go.