crestas:

AU Meme: James & Lily in some period era kind of based off Pride & Prejudice except I couldn’t find an clips of him looking prestigious so it’s them both as commoners of sorts with a P&P ending requested by rachelstberry

Lily raised her eyebrows. “Why? I mean—in general, why do you think that… James and I should… be together?” When Sirius did not respond at once, she carried on: “Up until now, I’ve rather assumed it was just one of your arbitrary whims or something—or because we’re matey and all that…”

“That’s not really it,” mused Sirius.

“I thought not. I mean—she’s… Carlotta Meloni. You should be… cheering him on or something, shouldn’t you?”

Sirius concentrated for a moment, as though contemplated how to best phrase this. At length, he began: “Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and I became mates in second year, right?”

“Right…”

“…And there wasn’t—wasn’t really a reason for it. I mean, I couldn’t explain it. One day the four of us just… clicked, or something. See?”

“So far…”

“And when we were younger, I’d always assumed that the four of us would—you know—end up old, mad bachelors together, chasing twenty-two year old witches and getting hammered and never really getting old, you know?”

“Mature.”

“Yes, well… the thing is—I don’t see that anymore. For some reason, and I can’t explain it anymore than I can explain the fact that Wormtail and Prongs are best mates, because you wouldn’t believe it to look at them—you, Evans, click.”

“I click?”

“You click.”

“Meaning?”

Sirius smirked. “It means that you had better adjust to the four of us fucking things up, because when you marry Prongs, you’re stuck with us. We’re sort of a collection—only come as the set, you know.”

Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s very nice, Black, but I have no intention of marrying James.”

This detail failed to concern Sirius. “Sure, Ginger. Give it a year, yeah?” He saluted her, turned on his heel, and was gone.

The Life and Times by Jewels5, ch. 34

“How come she married him? She hated him!”

“Nah, she didn’t.”

niightangeel:

potter+evans | forever’s gonna start tonight. (par NiightAnGeeL)

itsathreepatchproblem:

He didn’t lose his sanity in Azkaban. It was already gone by then. He did not protest as the Ministry witch angrily informed him that Crouch had sent him to Azkaban for life, without a trial. He did not protest as the dementors locked him in his cell, and he did not protest when they visited daily, wanting to suck every last bit of life out of him. He was the original rebel, and he didn’t need to protest to rebel against them. His silence, his appearance of sanity, was rebellion enough.

But he wasn’t sane. Not without James. Not without the freedom that James had bought him when they had become friends. In Azkaban, they thought they had silenced the rebel, but they had not. He was rebelling- for James, for Lily, and for himself. Because that’s what he did. He was a rebel. [x]

fairestcharming:

The life and times of James Potter and Lily Evans;

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death

expectoprongs:

LILY AND JAMES POTTER CHALLENGE : question five.

What is your favourite Jily FanFiction? Why do you love it so much?
I could answer, probably like a lot of Jily shippers out there, Commentarius or TLAT. Those are great fanfictions, and there’s a lot more that are just as good, but my favourite is an incredible drabble written by sirprongs I found on my dash some time ago. It’s written in Remus’ POV and the Remus/Lily pairing at some point of their lives is one of my headcanons.
Why do I love this fanfic so much ? Cause it’s beautiful, light but painful, everything that, for me, the Jily ship is. It will hurt you but it’s a wonderful pain, and you wish it were yours to feel. One of those pains that prove you lived. My iTunes was playing “Can’t Make You Love Me” and y Jily feels were never stronger than while reading it. I don’t know what to add, cause I think this drabble is pretty self-explanatory.
So without further due, I recommend to play this song and start reading.

“You’re sixteen and you think you’re in love. You don’t know what love is but you feel like you do, because you’re smart, you’re intelligent and if you weren’t in love she wouldn’t make you feel stupid and irrational. 

You have a million words you want to say. You want to make her blush, you want to make her feel invincible and pretty and strong, you want to make her cry, jealous, indignant, angry. You want to quote Shakespeare, you want to win her over with words centuries old. You want her to hear you. To notice you. To love you.

When you finally approach her, it’s raining, dismal and you hate it. The sky is grey, the colour of charcoal. She loves this weather, her green eyes sparkling as she stares out the window wistfully and you know she wants to dance in the rain, to let it wash away her fears and regrets. READ MORE”

Jily AU: Lily wishes James luck for his upcoming Quidditch match

asabutterfieldz:

October 31, 1981: Lily and James Potter’s death (x)

“Evening, Evans,” a smooth voice said, making Lily jump with surprise.

Lily smiled, as if by instinct, and turned to face James. He was leaning against one of the bookcases of the library, his glasses slightly too far down on his nose and his black hair unexpectedly tidier than usual – that was, until he quickly ran his fingers through it. Lily tried desperately to ignore the fact that she had butterflies whizzing around in her stomach just by looking at him. How ridiculous. It was James! She had looked at him plenty of times before and had no bodily reaction except, perhaps, for anger. Except it was different now, wasn’t it? He had kissed her. She had returned the kiss. More than once.

Lily approached him with her arms folded; abandoning the table she had occupied which was covered in parchment and books she had been using for a Charms essay. James straightened slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets to prevent himself from automatically reaching for her. Lily suddenly remembered their first kiss and blushed at the memory. It had been unexpected, but sweet.

“Back to ‘Evans’ are we, Potter?” Lily inquired, raising one eyebrow.

James smirked that infuriating signature smirk of his and, unable to help himself, pulled his right hand out of his pocket to touch Lily’s waist, bringing her closer to him so that he was looking down into her eyes. He glanced at her slightly parted lips and swallowed, meeting her gaze instead. Before he could muster a reply, Lily reached up with a mischievous smile and stole the glasses from his nose.

“Evans, you do realise that I need those to see?” James asked, squinting in an attempt to bring her face back into focus.

Lily smiled coyly and put on his glasses, pushing them up to the bridge of her nose. They looked big on her and made her striking green eyes seem larger. “How do I look?” Lily asked, completely ignoring his question.

James looked at her and, even though she was out of focus, his answer was on the tip of his tongue within seconds. He couldn’t muster a sarcastic comment because the answer to her question was so painfully simple. “Beautiful,” he said softly. “You always look beautiful, Lily.”

The urge to touch her and to kiss her suddenly became overwhelming, consuming him until James could think of nothing else. Without hesitation, or a proper thought process, James stole back his glasses from her nose and kissed her. Lily froze with surprise - surprise at the sudden contact, surprise at the fact that every part of her wanted to be closer to him. It was like finally coming home after a long, tiring journey. And it was anything but sweet. It was desperate and full of unmasked longing. Had it really only been days since they had last kissed? Lily thought that it felt like years.

Her hands found his broad shoulders, her fingers clutching him tightly, and she made a small sound of shock as James pushed her against the bookcases, his fingers grabbing handfuls of her school cardigan in an effort to bring their bodies even closer together.

Lily thought, not for the first time, that perhaps dating James Potter was not such a terrible idea after all.

thejamespotterapproach:

Hope you guys like it *-*

She was exceedingly bright… your mother.