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the knight with the bright red umbrella

written for Jily Week 2025 - Day 1 "Knight in Shining Armor" @sunshinemarauder @kay-elle-cee for @eastwindmlk because it's entirely your fault this exists 💛 (and every single one of the others I have for this week) [AO3]

The rain turns into an absolute downpour before Lily has any chance to move to a better shelter. She has managed to get underneath a tree, but with the amount of rain that suddenly comes down, it won't keep her dry for long.

The warm, welcoming lights of a coffee shop lure her in from across the street, but there is no way to get there without getting absolutely drenched. And of course, today of all days, she has picked out a white blouse to wear. She wouldn't just be wet, she'd show everyone in that coffee shop her bra too once her blouse turns completely translucent.

A drop of water hits the tip of Lily's nose. When she looks up towards the canopy of leaves that build her current shelter, another drop hits her cheek.

Seems like she only has two choices: get drenched out here and show her bra to the people on the street, or get drenched on her way to the coffee shop. At least the coffee shop would have something to warm her up right after.

Maybe if she keeps her arms crossed over her chest she'll be fine?

Just when Lily takes a deep breath and gets ready to run towards the enticing light of coffee heaven, something bright red appears over her head, blocking out the droplets. Lily blinks in surprise and looks up.

A bright red umbrella shields her from the rain. There are little yellow lions on it too.

“Hi,” someone says right next to her, because of course there is someone attached to the handle of that umbrella. It's a guy with tousled hair and a nice smile who's a little damp, but not as wet as one could be in this rainstorm. “You looked like you're in need of a dry spot.” He looks down at the puddles around them, his free hand going to his hair. “Well, dry-er at least, I guess? Unless you're going for a mermaid look. Which, of course, would look gorgeous on you.”

“Because of the red hair?” A grin tugs at Lily's lips.

“I was thinking more of your siren aura, but if that's too creepy, yeah, let's go with the hair.”

Lily can't help but laugh. “I would like an even dryer spot, if you don't mind,” she says, pointing across the street to the little coffee shop.

“Good call,” he says, nodding at her suggestion. “As a medical professional, I would suggest a beverage to warm up since you've been out here in the rain for too long. I'm concerned about your health, clearly.”

“Clearly,” she repeats with a grin.

“And since I'm the one prescribing the remedy, I think it would be fair for me to pay for it too.” He looks at her, his hand tugging at his wild curls, a smile on his lips, just the right side of hopeful.

She hums in thought, playfully tapping at her lip as she pretends to think about it, but already knowing what she will say. “Yes, I think that's just fair.”

The sunshine smile he gives her makes warmth spread through her, even without a coffee in her hand just yet. He offers her his arm so they won't get separated on their little sprint over to the coffee shop and both can stay as dry as possible under the umbrella. “Well then, Miss, let's get some good old caffeinated medicine.”

“Lily,” she says as they run across the street, laughing when they jump over deep puddles. “My name is Lily.”

“James,” he says with a grin full of mischief and adventure. “The luckiest git in the world in possession of an umbrella.”

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James is fighting for his Belle Dame! (And maybe after a too wild feast in the Gryffindor common room)

For the jily week 2025

And Sirius as a the first cheerleader when there's a stupid reckless thing to do)

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pfp art my @maluceh

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The Constant

“I need a favor. I—”

Petunia’s eyes lock onto James, then his wand on the table and her mouth snaps shut, thin lips pressing together so hard they tremble. She goes from pale, to pink, to a blistery shade of red in a matter of seconds, eyes wide and horrified at the discovery Lily had secretly fantasized about witnessing all day.

Until this moment, Petunia has never had a reason to consider that a wizard could be attractive, but here one sits at her kitchen table. The bane of her existence. Looking horribly, infuriatingly, deliciously fit.

Happy Jilyweek 2025! A HUGE thank you to @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder for organizing! Here's for day one: Knight in Shining Armor!

Read on AO3!

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The old Lily Evans chose casual flirting, a bit of light dancing, an exchange of numbers, and a hope for a future when she met a man.

The new Lily Evans, however, is tired of that same old song and dance. She wants to forget about the future and enjoy the reckless now.

Chapter 1 on AO3

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I don't often re-share old fics of mine but I've just re-read Stars for the first time in years and thought I'd give it some extra love on here. It was one of my very first fics (and my only non-Black-centric one) and it still gives me the warm, fuzzy, devastated feels it did when I first wrote it.

Originally based on this fanart by @alessiajontrunfio

On 30th October 1981, the Potters were still a family.

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(Upcoming) Motherhood || @lilyfesthp Lily drinking her morning tea in bed as she soaks up the warmth and the feeling of her baby within. uwu

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Happy Sunday here’s a random jily fic I found in my notes app:

James Potter stood just behind the cluster of purebloods, unnoticed. He’d turned his head, half-dreading which Muggle-born they were mocking this time—only for his stomach to drop and his temper to spike.

Marcus Mulciber sneered to his mates. “Do Muggles really walk around like that?”

Patricia Lovegood wrinkled her nose. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in Muggle clothes.”

“She’s barely wearing anything,” Andrew Parkinson muttered. “Her tits will fall out if she bends down.”

Across the bar, James’ girlfriend Lily Evans danced with his best friend Peter Pettigrew. They were both laughing brightly as they spun in circles to the music. She wore snug blue trousers, daisies painted up the sides like a wild, blooming parade. Her white blouse was knotted at the waist, its loose threads catching in the ends of her unruly curls.

The only hint she was a witch was the pointed hat perched atop her head. It had been embroidered with tiny, speckled does. A Christmas gift from James, meant as a joke, but she loved it.

She loved being the doe to James’s stag.

James decided just to grab a drink and then go kiss Lily senseless in front of the purebloods to disgust them even more. And then Mulciber made a dreadful mistake, not knowing James was right behind him waiting to order.

“Isn’t she dating that prat, Potter?”

“Yeah,” James said sharply. “She is dating that prat.”

The group turned at the sound of his voice, and the air in the bar shifted. James took a slow step forward, eyes scanning their faces as he quickly did the math.

Five against one.

He could live with those odds.

Thankfully, Patricia and the others had the sense to slide out of the way, robes rustling as they backed off with sharp looks and raised brows. The robes were shapeless sacks, James knew they were likely just jealous of how hot Lily was.

She was pretty in robes.

Pretty in her ass-tight jeans.

Pretty with all her clothes on the floor.

James tilted his head at his foes. It wasn’t the first time he challenged pricks like these alone. Mulciber and Parkinson stood there, arms crossed, expressions sour, but not backing down.

Fuckers.

“Tell me, Potter,” Mulciber drawled, his voice thick with mockery, “are your parents proud that you’re fucking a muggleborn tramp?”

James didn’t hesitate. He seized Mulciber by the front of his robes and slammed him hard against the bar, rattling glasses and drawing an immediate shout from the barkeep.

“Actually,” James snarled, “they adore her so much they gave me a ring to marry her with.”

Mulciber spit in his face. “She dresses like a slag.”

James didn’t back down. “I don’t give a damn what she wears,” James growled, his face inches from Mulciber’s. “My girl can look however the hell she wants, and you have to deal with it, because I can break your jaw before you finish your next sentence.”

Mulciber spat, “your mudblood doesn’t even deserve to carry a wand.”

Before the barkeep could make good on his threat to toss him out, James cocked his fist—then stopped just short, letting it hang in the air. It was inches from Mulciber’s nose. Mulciber flinched.

James barked a laugh and stepped back, releasing his grip with a lazy roll of his eyes, as if suddenly bored.

“Next time,” James said coolly, “just admit you’re jealous of my incredible, intelligent, and hot girlfriend.” He paused at the edge of the moment, letting it stretch, then flashed a crooked grin. “And a coward.”

James turned his back, already walking away from the bar, satisfied.

That was his mistake.

A flash of light hissed through the air—Mulciber’s wand striking fast and dirty. The spell caught James square in the back.

A collective gasp ripped through the bar as he stumbled forward, crashing into a table of Ravenclaws. Glass shattered, drinks flew, and someone shrieked as butterbeer soaked robes and sleeves.

James hit the floor hard, the breath knocked clean out of him. Pain lit up his back like wildfire, but his hand was already scrabbling for his wand.

The fight wasn’t over.

Not even close.

Because suddenly—Lily was there.

She’d stepped over broken glass and spilled drinks as if she didn’t notice them, her wand already raised and steady, aimed straight at Mulciber. Her heel crushed the glass next to James’ ear. Her eyes trained on her target.

“Oh, brilliant move,” Lily said, voice cold and clear, slicing through the stunned silence of the bar. “Attacking someone with their back turned. Very brave. Real duelers wait until their opponent’s facing them, Mulciber. It’s called honor—maybe read about it sometime.”

The room held its breath.

Mulciber sneered, his wand still clenched in his fist. “What would a Mudblood like you know about dueling?” he spat. “I could take you with my eyes closed.”

Lily smiled—not sweetly. “How convenient. That’s exactly what you’ll be doing.”

Her wand flicked once, smooth, as if slicing through pudding. James just sat back and watched her with a grin. She could handle her own. And take Mulciber. James just got to enjoy the show.

Lily always told James that he was ridiculously protective, but James definitely believed that Lily was more protective than anyone he’d ever met.

Mulciber shrieked, stumbling backward, hands clawing at his face as his eyelids snapped shut and refused to open. He thrashed blindly, lashing out with wild curses, spells ricocheting off walls and tables, one narrowly missing the barkeep who ducked under the counter as students scattered.

James, still half-sprawled on the floor amid broken glass and drenched robes, looked up at her.

Those jeans were hugging the curve of her arse. Wild red hair framed a perfectly controlled face, chin taut. Her wand work was as precise as a scalpel.

Merlin help him—he was in love.

Hopelessly.

Utterly.

Violently.

And then, with a second flick—clean, effortless—Mulciber’s wand ripped from his hand and clattered across the bar.

At that exact moment, two sharp yells echoed through the bar. Professor Flitwick and McGonagall were suddenly bursting through the crowd trying to leave through the single door, wands raised.

“Miss Evans!” Professor McGonagall’s voice cracked like a whip. “Wand down. This instant.”

Lily didn’t move at first. Her wand stayed steady, her eyes fixed on Mulciber as if daring him to twitch. Mulciber was clawing at his eyelids, but they weren’t budging. James would have to learn that clever charm from her later.

“Sorry,” Lily said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry in the slightest. “But you hexed the Head Boy in the back.”

“I’ll kill you!” Mulciber shouted, trying to lunge for Lily, but tripping on his robes instead.

Lily turned and crouched beside James, reaching a hand down. He took it with a grin, letting her pull him upright. The bar was still crackling with bodies trying to get out, but for one brief second, it all faded.

They kissed—quick, breathless, half-laughing.

“Come here often?” James quipped, brushing a bit of butterbeer from her cheek.

Lily raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Did you start this?”

“Surprisingly,” he said, brushing his fringe out of his eyes, “for once, I didn’t. But I’ll finish it.”

And before McGonagall could get out another word, James turned smoothly, his wand flashing in one sharp motion.

A twin burst of red light dropped Mulciber and Parkinson where they stood, both crumpling to the floor like sacks of potatoes.

McGonagall looked two seconds away from breathing actual fire. James, utterly unbothered, turned back to Lily with a crooked, smug smile.

“I suppose,” he said, “I should give you detention for hexing Mulciber.”

Lily looked utterly amused by him. “Is that so?”

“Mmm,” James hummed, leaning just a little closer, dropping his voice. “But technically, I’m the one who knocked them out cold. So really, if we’re being fair—you’ll have to give me detention too.”

Lily tilted her head, mock-thoughtful. “Fair is fair,” she said, her voice light, though mischief flickered in her eyes. “But don’t think that means we’re serving it together.”

James pouted, just a little. “Why not?”

“Because you’d end up shirtless in the trophy room.”

He chuckled, low and pleased. “Tempting.”

Lily sighed dramatically, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “And if you end up shirtless… well, I’ll have to keep you warm for that hour alone in the cold chamber...”

James grinned like he’d just won the Quidditch Cup. And that was precisely the moment McGonagall’s voice sliced through the din like a dagger.

“Potter! Evans!”

They both flinched.

“Worth it,” James whispered.

“Still not serving detention together,” Lily muttered, grabbing his hand as they turned to face their doom.

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Loafing Him Was Bread 

by ritaskeetered

Summary:

“When it comes to bread,” said the handsome, dark-haired baker, smiling up at the camera, his glasses slipping down his nose, “the secret is in how you handle it."

When loafing him is bread, you just need to say yeast.

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Pt 1 and 2 together, dialogue credit to @astracoreiisblog

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Manifested 🙂‍↕️

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let us live and let us love

a piece inspired by the beautiful work of @lupinflowrs, and also by pierre auguste cot, but really by neda <3

on ao3 here

Discarded fabric in the dirt, discarded senses back at home; in a quiet place near a small lake—a pond, really, but a lake sounds grander—two young lovers (tangled legs, tangled fingers, tangled hair) exchange a kiss and then another (and another, and another, ad infinitam nauseam). There is a storm gathering around them, drawing closed the curtains, but how are they to know when instead they could know each other, learn and re-learn the dots and dimples and divots of their bodies, the places where they meet? Fingertip to fingertip, nose to nose, lips to lips, breath to breath and laugh to laugh; the world could come crashing down on top of them and they would be none the wiser.

“You have something in your hair,” James murmurs. He plucks a leaf from Lily’s tangled hair and flicks it away, fishes a twig from the bird’s nest and inspects it. “Where did this come from?”

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Asking the marauders what they think Sirius is going to be remembered for?

Sirius: …I can just about picture it now!

(ask box is open - that and maybe being the future Head Auror *apprentice to Moody himself*)

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April 19th 20th and 21st for @jilymicrofics with the prompts thinking, of and wouldn’t

“You should turn slightly to the side. There, in this light you don’t look so ghastly pale.”

Lily opens her mouth, a retort already on the tip of her tongue, but Rita turns around, facing the camera with a huge, fake smile. “Good evening and welcome back to the Bachelorette! We have quite the special treat this season..” After a pregnant pause the camera pans over to Lily and she smiles, hoping she looks genuinely happy and not regretting all the life choices that led to this moment. “Meet Lily Evans, twenty six and founder of her own company! Isn’t is right, Lily?”

“Quite right, Rita. Evans’ Solutions is my pride and joy and quite successful.” There it is, the little white lie her publicist suggested. She wishes Evans’ Solutions was successful, but her small company has been struggling against bigger and wealthier competitors for a while now and she simply doesn’t have the money to invest in the kind of publicity that would give her the spotlight she needs, which is why she accepted to be on a television show she and Marlene mock on regular basis. Any publicity is good publicity, or so she hopes.

“So successful at work and so unlucky in love.” Rita sighs dramatically. “Do you think spending your days in the lab makes it hard to find a boyfriend?”

Lily tries to keep the smile on her face, but she really, really can’t stand the woman. “To tell you the truth, I recently ended a long term relationship and it has been hard to trust someone again. I’m hoping with the help of the public I might meet someone special.”

Her comment gets the appropriate swoon from the crowd present and Lily thinks she detected the slightest glint of approval in Rita’s eyes. “Well, we certainly tried to select a good number of candidates. Let’s see who we have first!”

Despite herself and the fact that she has no intention of really dating someone she met on television, Lily leans forward, watching as a video starts playing.

A young man, flaming ginger hair and lots of freckles grins at her, snug shirt showing off his muscles. “My name is Gideon Prewitt, I work for the department of magic transportation and hope to sweep you off your feet!” He winks and despite the line making her cringe, she finds herself thinking she wouldn’t mind knowing him better.

“A strong start! What do you think, Lily?”

“I agree Rita, I must say you know what you are doing.”

“And the best is yet to come!” Lily doesn’t react, hoping this won’t end like the previous season when during the finale Rita revealed one of the top contestants was the Bachelorette’s first cousin. “Let’s see who we have next!”

“Hi! I’m James Potter.” The bloke on the screen looks like he just rolled out of bed, unruly hair sticking in every direction. “I dunno what I’m doing here, but I think it might be fun. Alright, so I’m a Chaser for the Falcons and I think I’m supposed to say something about chasing you, but I’d rather not.”

Lily stifles a laugh, while Rita’s smile freezes and someone off screen whispers something to the bloke, making him laugh. She can’t help but notice that he has a great laugh, the amusement bringing out the warmth in his hazel eyes. Damn, maybe she’ll really be forced to admit this program isn’t complete garbage after all. “Blimey no, why would I be interested in Potion making?” Or maybe not.

“Well,” Rita says, turning to Lily, smug smile back in place. “Who doesn’t love a challenge?” She doesn’t reply and Rita adjusts her glasses, signalling they are ready for the next video. “And we still have a few surprises up our sleeve!”

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For @wearingaberetinparis

Bakery James!

Thank you for the laugh, the puns and the sexyness!

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James: I would do anything for you.

Lily, rolling her eyes amused by James' dramatics: Would you even die for me?

James: In a heartbeat.

James years later: *dies for her*

Lily: no i meant it figuratively you dramatic little shit come back.