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CHAPTER FIVE

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events

When an old friend lets him down, James Potter needs help - fast! Luckily, Lily Evans is on hand to save the day. That, of course, is only the start of a series of increasingly unlikely events, across the summer that will change both of their lives.

A fic in seven parts to celebrate Jily Week 2025 one chapter for each of the day's prompts.

Rating: M (due to a few swears and adult references, nothing explicit)

Thank you to @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee for organising!

Chapter Five: Six Weeks of Summer

Day 5 Prompt: Summer Fling

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but Summer is also the prime time for seeing someone in a new light. Have these two been separated due to distance or Hogwarts break, destined to spend the summer as pen-pals, or have they been thrown together by happenstance onto a beach, pining away under the sun?

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James Potter, Lily Evans - Sunday, June 22, 2025 at 08:01 a.m.

James Potter: Hi! Just checking you got home safely last night?

Lily Evans: I did. Thanks for sorting out the Uber. 

James Potter: Hey, no problem. 

Lily Evans: I’ll swing by and pick up my car this afternoon if that’s okay?

James Potter: Of course! Don’t be surprised if Mum swoops on you and insists you go in for a coffee!

Lily Evans: Now that I’ve met your mum, that wouldn’t surprise me, no.

James Potter: Hah! You already know her so well. Hope you enjoyed the party?

Lily Evans: I did! Your parents are so lovely. Your brother definitely didn’t believe that I’m your girlfriend though.

James Potter: Oh god, what did he say?

Lily Evans: Nothing bad, I promise! I could just tell he wasn’t buying it.

James Potter: That sounds like Sirius. He’s a suspicious bugger.

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Lily Evans had been stuck working a dead-end job at the Cokeworth Herald for six years when she was suddenly offered the role of a lifetime — Travel Editor at The Quibbler, London's most prestigious biweekly. Except for her, it's not the role of a lifetime. She never wanted to be a travel writer, nor is she very good at it. And worst of all, she's stuck travelling the world with the infamously pigheaded James Potter. What follows is a story of love and prejudice and personal growth — and how these can all stem from the most unlikely of places.

Chapter 2: In which Sev is a dick, Marlene is an HR nightmare, and James Potter just.won't.stop.turning.up. Read chapter 2 here.

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She had meant to grab Black—he would know what to do—but in her blind panic her hand had shot out and latched itself onto the wrong half of the dynamic duo. Now, here she was, pressed against the wall and Potter’s heart beating nervously under her fingers, making his firm chest visibly vibrate.

“You alright, Evans?” he asked, his voice adorably—and uncharacteristically—unsure. This close, she could see the golden flecks in his hazel eyes dance while his gaze flicked between her face and her fingers; it was almost enough to distract her from his ruddy cheeks.

Lily laughed, loud and fake, her hand relaxing against his chest. “You’re so funny,” she told him, again too loud to be natural. Her eyes darted over to douche-nozzle extraordinaire and ex-boyfriend Owen Flannigan before snapping back to James the moment she could feel the Hufflepuff’s gaze gravitate towards her. She was grateful that James had his back turned to everyone; his confused look would have given everything away. “Just play along,” she hissed under her breath.

It took a moment, a long breath stuck in her throat before wheezing out when the light finally went on in his eyes and caught on to what was happening. His hand came up, pressed against the wall beside her head, and he leaned into her and the ridiculous circumstance they’d found themselves in. “You owe me,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear.

She couldn’t help but giggle, her face glowing hot—likely nothing like the delicate blush she had hoped to display. “Do I now?” Lily asked, a little too coyly, very too into it and she couldn’t even stop herself. “I’ll buy you a drink next trip,” she offered, batting her lashes at him.

James seemed to think it over, and in that time Owen meandered closer. A panicked look flashed in her eyes when she the flash of blond within eavesdropping distance; her eyes locked on the looming shadow. Her eyes only drifted back when James shifted, his shoulder dipping closer to hers to form a wall between her line of sight and Owen.

He arched a brow, and Lily nodded; both on the same page.

“I can’t wait to take you out again,” he said, the lie smoothly slipping from his lips. She nodded squeaking out a ‘sure’ because what else could she say? “Brilliant.” His lips pressed against her temple, her heartbeat filled her ears as he lingered.

Lily knew that something about this was off with the way she felt, there was no reason for her chest to be filled with fluttering snitches, or her lips to be fighting itself into a bright grin. She had to wring the straps of her book bag to keep herself from toying with the end of her braid. This all felt a little too much like real flirting when it ought to be just a diversion.

If it had not been for James offering to take her to class she might have given into the jelly legs and slid down the wall, cursing herself for having ‘feelings’. As it was, her hand was folded into his, strong fingers holding her together. She could barely take pleasure out of the fact that Owen was staring, slack-jawed, at them as they passed.

Talk about solving one problem by starting another.

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archaeology

A/N: this just made me want to write another statue!James sequel but here we are

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“So basically what you’re saying is by the end of this I’m an archaeologist?” Sirius asks, tilting his back on one leg. It’s gonna snap one of these days. James just hopes he’s here to see it.

Lily pauses at the cupboard, Chips Ahoy in one hand, toothpicks in the other. “If we’re equating it to educational level of difficulty then you’re probably a fourth year.”

Remus chuckles, accepting the cookies from Lily and opening the Easy Seal Technology™️. “His maturity level might be a little low for that.”

As Sirius flips Remus off, he lets all four chair legs slam to the ground. Meanwhile, James snatches the cookies and stuffs one into his mouth. At Lily’s glare, he shrugs, cookie spilling out of his lips. “Ihm dhoin’ reserf.”

After taking a deep breath, Lily passes one toothpick to each boy - because that’s what they are - and holds up her finger in a perfect impression of Professor McGonagall, the only teacher that managed to wrangle the boys successfully during A Levels. “These are tools not weapons.”

“I knew that,” Sirius says, already chewing on his, “Because I’m an archaeologist.”

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CHAPTER THREE

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events

When an old friend lets him down, James Potter needs help - fast! Luckily, Lily Evans is on hand to save the day. That, of course, is only the start of a series of increasingly unlikely events, across the summer that will change both of their lives.

A fic in seven parts to celebrate Jily Week 2025 one chapter for each of the day's prompts.

Rating: M (due to a few swears and adult references, nothing explicit)

Thank you to @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee for organising!

Chapter Three: Bowled Over

Day 3 Prompt: Calamity Strikes

If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you. There’s something about the eye of the storm, a stolen moment during the apocalypse, the climax of a bloody war, that unearths buried feelings.

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For a moment, James just stood there and watched Lily go, stunned by how quickly the whole situation had spun out of control. She was already leaving the tent before he recovered his wits sufficiently to do anything about it.

“Lily!” he called. “Lily, wait!”

Even though she must have heard him, Lily didn’t even break her stride as she marched out onto the lawns. James took a step towards the exit, meaning to follow her, but stopped when he felt Allegra’s fingers digging into his forearm like a vice. “Where on earth are you going?”

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Here I was ecstatic for the early release of chapter 12 but you break my heart!!! These two 😭 I will just have to learn patience for ch 13. Your writing is a gift and this is such a fun journey so thank you!

I'm sorry! Look, I could be cheeky and have you guys wait for Chapter 13, but... it was finished, so I posted it a minute ago. (I enjoyed writing this chapter so much for all the meta writing it allowed me to do apart from all the painful bits.)

“It’s like I’m on bloody Ex on the Beach or something.” “Except that’s she not your ex.” He frowned at the phone, even more so when Sirius’ cackle sounded through the speakers at his sudden and stunned silence. “Rub it in, will you?” A Summery Jily Meet (Not So) Cute Again AU

Read Chapter 13 of My Not So Ex On The Beach HERE!

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My Not So Ex On The Beach

“It’s like I’m on bloody Ex on the Beach or something.” “Except that’s she not your ex.” He frowned at the phone, even more so when Sirius’ cackle sounded through the speakers at his sudden and stunned silence. “Rub it in, will you?” A Summery Jily Meet (Not So) Cute Again AU

Read Chapter 8 of My Not So Ex On The Beach HERE!

I have had the most wonderful holiday! In the evenings - before going to sleep, and after reading - I wrote this on my phone. I hope you enjoy it!

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My Not So Ex On The Beach

“It’s like I’m on bloody Ex on the Beach or something.” “Except that’s she not your ex.” He frowned at the phone, even more so when Sirius’ cackle sounded through the speakers at his sudden and stunned silence. “Rub it in, will you?” A Summery Jily Meet (Not So) Cute Again AU

Read Chapter 3 of My Not So Ex On The Beach HERE!

I cannot stress how I excited I am for this story. It's really helping me feel like I'm no longer in a slump! It feels so, so, so good not to be!

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I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You don’t have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and don’t speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator

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My Not So Ex On The Beach

“It’s like I’m on bloody Ex on the Beach or something.” “Except that’s she not your ex.” He frowned at the phone, even more so when Sirius’ cackle sounded through the speakers at his sudden and stunned silence. “Rub it in, will you?” A Summery Jily Meet (Not So) Cute Again AU

Read Chapter 3 of My Not So Ex On The Beach HERE!

I cannot stress how I excited I am for this story. It's really helping me feel like I'm no longer in a slump! It feels so, so, so good not to be!

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My Not So Ex On The Beach

“It’s like I’m on bloody Ex on the Beach or something.” “Except that’s she not your ex.” He frowned at the phone, even more so when Sirius’ cackle sounded through the speakers at his sudden and stunned silence. “Rub it in, will you?” A Summery Jily Meet (Not So) Cute Again AU

Read Chapter 2 of My Not So Ex On The Beach HERE! Look, I can pretend not to be overly excited about this story I'm writing, but I'm literally bouncing in my seat posting this and cannot wait for you to find out where this story goes! There will still be an update tomorrow. It will just be Chapter 3 instead of 2, because I could not keep Chapter 2 under wraps any longer - let me know what you think!

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Some times in july 1981

Photo taken by James titled "my two love"

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Long before the introduction of color film, a Russian chemist and photographer named Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky used an innovative technique. He took three individual black and white photos, each through a colored filter (red, green, and blue), to create fully colored, high-quality pictures. The photo of this woman, taken by him, is around 107 years old!

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@jilymicrofics July Prompts Royalty - AU of a longer fic I'm writing!

Lily slammed the door, resisting the urge to scream.

“Your Highness?” Pettigrew said hesitantly. “I believe your sister does have your best interests at heart—”

“And I can assure you, she decidedly does not,” Lily snapped back. “If the kingdom were in some sort of peril or need, I might understand. But no – she merely wants a lawful way to claim a separate country as her fiefdom.”

“You would be Regent—” Her sister’s annoying advisor continued.

“As though Petunia would allow me to do anything,” Lily said scornfully. “I’d be a puppet ruler. And that’s if my husband didn’t kill me.”

The clang of a sword dropping caught her attention, and she turned to see Lord Potter – the son of the foreign ambassador from Grimmauld – clearing his throat and ducking to pick it up. Her eyes lingered on him, and she lost her breath when her gaze was returned with intensity.

“Leave us, Advisor,” he commanded, and Pettigrew scurried away, clearly too daunted by the prospect of ruining an alliance to continue haranguing her.

“You are to be wed, Your Highness?”

“More sold off to the bidder who presents the best prospects for my sister,” was the derisive reply. “But since your line of succession is quite secure, I wouldn’t worry.”

“My kingdom is one of my priorities, yes,” he said evenly. “But I fear you are wrong in believing it is the only thing that matters to me, Princess.”

Everyone called her that. There was no reason the title from him made her square her shoulders from the shiver running down her spine.

“What about this matters to you, then?” Lily challenged.

“You deserve better than to be a piece in your Queen’s machinations,” he said firmly.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know that. She told herself so all the time.

But this was the first time it had come out of someone else’s mouth.

Her throat worked, and it was only years of political training that prevented her from bursting into tears. “Be that as it may, I am her younger sister. Princess Royal is a title with no power. I cannot stop her from doing anything to me – I am only glad she does not have an heir yet, or. . .”

Lily trailed off, unable to believe she’d let her secret fear slip to someone else, especially someone from another kingdom.

Lord Potter looked flabbergasted. “You genuinely believe she would do you harm?”

Her lips tightened and she looked away. She didn’t need pity for her precarious situation – especially not from someone who could be as cruel and arrogant as he was skilled, protective and loyal. She told him so.

“I do not pity you, Your Highness,” Lord Potter said finally, looking troubled. “Although your assessment of me is not to my liking.”

“That’s how you know it is true,” she informed him.

“Which only makes me admire you more,” he told her. She tried to gauge his sincerity, surprised. “Do you not have any other option?”

“As I said, I have no say or power over a match. My sister will not be persuaded out of it—”

“Even if an important alliance depends on it?”

Normally, she hated being interrupted, but this one stunned her speechless. “I – you do not have the power for that,” she murmured. “And even if you did – why, why would you—?”

“Do not underestimate my influence on my parents and prince,” he said, kneeling as though preparing to propose. “You only need say the word, my lady, and I will bring down our full power on Queen Petunia.”

Disbelieving hope squeezed her insides and her heart fluttered. Petunia would have to give in—

“I cannot,” she realized. “Both our economies would be affected by the dissolution of our alliance. And while you may survive without our trade, my people would suffer. That is not a trade I will make.”

He stood, gaze dark and intense, molten hazel admiring and longing. “And you question why I would do something for you.”

“That wasn’t only something,” she snapped, feeling a blush spread down her neck and chest. His eyes flicked to it too, before resolutely returning to her face.

He bit his lip. “I cannot think of anything else that would make your sister relent,” he admitted. Lily smiled sadly. If she couldn’t, she doubted a stranger could.

“I do appreciate—” She started.

“Is there really nothing else that could be an obstacle?” He pressed.

Lily opened her mouth to question why he was so adamant about this when: “Yes,” she breathed in realization. “The groom himself. If he refuses the match, there is nothing Petunia can do.”

Lord Potter nodded excitedly. “If you give me his name, I will ride immediately, duel him if nothing else—”

“Stop!” She exclaimed. “Why are you – I don’t understand.”

He laughed a little, drawing back. “Perhaps that’s for the best.”

She stared at him, but set that aside for the moment. “No threats,” she said slowly. Lord Potter opened his mouth, likely in protest, but she held her hand up to stop him. “Those will unnecessarily antagonize him, not to mention I do not doubt in my sister’s ability to produce another king or lord with no heir and significant money and land waiting for her.”

“Then what?”

Lily thought aloud. “To refuse the match, he must have a concrete reason, which Petunia will have made sure to avoid. But if I am undesirable to him—”

“I’m afraid that’s a tall order, Princess.”

“Hardly,” she rolled her eyes. “Especially if I’m embroiled in scandal. Despoiled, perhaps.” He gaped as she contemplated. “How would you mind a boost to your reputation, my lord?”

The lord appeared at a loss for words.

“Then you will come to my bedchambers tonight? We shall have to make a fuss, make sure everyone sees. Perhaps we can spread tales of an attempted elopement – that should make me a pariah and make Petunia apoplectic. You, of course, are a man. You will only be admired and praised for seducing a princess.”

“Not by my parents,” he said wryly.

Lily grimaced. Of course. From what she had seen, Lord Potter’s parents were chivalrous, righteous, even if a little naïve. “Then I will find someone—”

“No need,” he declared. “I would be honoured to make a fool of everyone in court for you, Your Highness.”

Her heart leapt. “Then I will see you tonight?”

He gave an exaggerated bow. “You most certainly shall.”

And as she watched him walk away, Lily realized that perhaps she was looking forward to it for more reasons that one.

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This scientist crafts stunning visual art through chemistry.

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I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD