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THANK YOU!

I once again find myself needing to remind everyone that the spell James Potter uses to hang Severus Snape by his ankles in OoTP was a spell invented by... that's right, Severus Snape. The only way James would have learned the spell was if.... that's right, again, if Severus used the spell on someone else first.

And also, the scene might have been the first time that he called Lily a Mudblood, but to quote Lily, "you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?"

James wasn't bullying some innocent kid. He was bullying a wannabe death eater with his own spells.

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Do they realize people over 30 are the OG fans, the first to love and stayed in love with these characters? Who know them left and right? Have they seen the circus the new generation has made of these characters (at least in the marauder fandom)?

Let's talk when you have loved the fandom as much and long as the "old" ones.

how are you gonna be 31 and posting fandom content bro leave it to the teenagers

People 10 and 20 years older than me are writing your favorite fanfics, and drawing your favorite characters. You'd have no fandom without the people you think are 'too old' to have hobbies.

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coffee shop or flower shop | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | break up & make up or proposal & weddings | get together or established relationship | oblivious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

This was fun, though I feel I betrayed dear Euphemia and Fleamont on that last one 🫣.

Thanks for the tag @wearingaberetinparis! 🫶

Thank you so much for the tag @dreaming-irl-sleeping and @annabtg! Here I go:

coffee shop or flower shop | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | break up & make up or proposal & weddings | get together or established relationship | oblivious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

Some of these are impossible! How am I supposed to choose between modern or historical AUs?

Also, if you are wondering why I would ever go for “unrequited” I’ll tell you that I mean “Jily thinking their love for the other is unrequited but it actually is very much mutual.”

Tagging @missgryffin @yevanss @formerlympp @gigglesandfreckles-hp @petals2fish and everyone else that would like to join in!

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So excited for these! I don't know what Abbott Elementary is, but I'm ready to have fun reading it! 🙌

And Daughter of Gryffindor...well, James as a prince is a weakness of mine. I'm already melting! 🫠

@wearingaberetinparis #can'twait #youspoilus 🫶

I wrote 8000+ words of a story based on a prompt by @yevanss today! I'm working on two things to get back into the flow of writing:

Hogwarts Elementary - Based on a post made by @petals2fish. She mentioned a Jily Abbott Elementary AU, and I needed to write this.

Daughter of Gryffindor - Triggered by @yevanss' suggestion I create something based on the novel Kiss of Deception. I did not read it, and it's very different from the premise of the book as far as I can tell, but I'm enjoying myself as I write it!

I've got my banners done already:

Which one would you like a snippet for?

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Crying laughing at “I COULD HAVE DATED NICOLE KIDMAN?!”

“Maybe he’s gay”

“Well dr…”

Hahahaha @petals2fish his face was hilarious! He could see himself on that ship, and at the same time watched it sail. 😂

P.S: I don't know how long this has been here, I just found out where the asks inbox is. 🙈

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Who needs sleep anyway? 💗🤩

James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family; he just hadn’t found the right person to build it with - yet. Freezing his sperm at Gringotts Sperm Bank had been a no-brainer, an insurance policy. Then, Lily Evans had walked into his place of work with her infant son - the spitting image of him, and turned his whole world upside down. Things would be different this time around; he'd be part of the baby making process right from the start. The promised sequel to Spitting Image.

Chapter One is available now on AO3.

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*whispers* jily one shot inspired by taylor's 'sweet nothing'

Your wish is my command

READ ON A03

James Potter was so tired, so achingly tired. War had brought on the kind of exhaustion that seeps into bones and makes every second feel heavier than the last. Still, he worked through the laundry, his determination fueled less by energy and more by the stubborn need to make the pile near the sink look a little less daunting. 

A small victory, perhaps, but one he could claim.

He grabbed Lily’s coat next—a soft, worn thing she’d tossed down in a hurry after her last meeting with Dumbledore. Lately, he had her working day and night on healing potions, her talents with cauldrons too invaluable to spare. James hated how much Dumbledore depended on her since they lost Anna Heite, how relentless the demands had become. He’d never say it aloud, but a small, shameful part of him was beginning to resent Dumbledore for a lot of things in their life. 

Turning the coat over in his hands, he began emptying the pockets—a necessary habit. Lily had a knack for leaving all sorts of things behind: candy wrappers, loose coins, sometimes even scraps of parchment or used bandages. As he tugged the left breast pocket inside out, something small and solid slipped free, hitting the old cottage floor with a soft clink.

James bent down slowly, his movements heavy with fatigue, and picked up the object between his thumb and forefinger. It was a pebble—smooth and dark, its surface worn to a soft sheen, like wet sand. He turned it over in his hand, frowning slightly. This wasn’t one of the local stones from Godric’s Hollow.

No, this had come from somewhere else.

Recognition dawned as a bittersweet pang tightened his chest. Magheramore Beach. Wicklow. Last July, before Harry was born. They’d called it their baby moon, a final little escape to the coast before their world shifted forever. He could still remember the gentle crash of the waves, the cool breeze carrying the briny scent of the sea, and Lily’s laughter echoing across the shore as she collected little treasures like this one. 

She’d always, always loved the sea.

Merlin, he missed the sunshine.

James hummed quietly along with the radio as he set the pebble on the counter, its presence an unexpected but welcome reminder of simpler, happier times. Then, shaking himself from his reverie, he resumed stuffing the laundry into the wash. Lily had insisted on installing this Muggle contraption the moment they’d moved in.

“Magic doesn’t get things properly clean,” she’d declared, adamant as ever, when he and Sirius had groaned at the thought of wrangling the machine into working order.

He’d rolled his eyes at her at the time, but deep down, he knew she was right. The three of them had spent days cursing at wires and leaky hoses before finally coaxing it to life. Now, he’d never admit it, but the machine had grown on him. Its rhythmic hum as it worked was oddly soothing, a small piece of Lily’s Muggle heritage seamlessly woven into their magical home.

“James!”

Her voice, bright and cheery, rang through the room as she appeared in the doorway. He looked up from where he stood, catching sight of her just as he closed the washer door with a satisfying snap. Lily practically swept into the kitchen, her face alight with a smile he swore she saved just for him. Her green eyes glistened, wide with warmth, her whole demeanor radiating love.

Before he could say a word, she crossed the room in a few quick strides and leaped into his arms, her joy infectious. He caught her easily, standing up straight as she wrapped herself around him.

This. 

This was all she ever truly wanted from him—a hug, a kiss, and the soft promise of love murmured in her ear. He gave it to her gladly every time, still marveling at how he’d somehow managed to marry the hottest and smartest witch he’d ever known. 

“Come see what I did!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement as she pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. She barely waited for his nod before planting a quick, enthusiastic kiss on his lips and tugging at his robes, urging him to follow.

With a smile tugging at his own face, James let himself be led, her hand small but firm in his. Her energy was impossible to resist, and he let her enthusiasm pull him along. It wasn’t often they had a moment like this, just the two of them. Harry took up most of their time these days, but Bathilda had kindly offered to watch their one-year-old for the afternoon. 

For the next three hours, it was just them.

She dragged him down the hallway toward the makeshift potions room, the one that had once been Remus’s bedroom before their friend had taken up work in Dumbledore’s underground network. James felt a pang of worry for the werewolf; they hadn’t heard from him in two months. The underground was dangerous work, full of dangerous beings and uncertain raids, and Remus had good reason to stay far away from the rest of the Order.

“Look,” Lily said, snapping him out of his thoughts as she motioned toward the worktable. Three cauldrons sat bubbling, their contents giving off faint wisps of steam and color.

James took one glance and knew exactly what he was looking at. Growing up in a family of potion masters had its perks. “Babe,” he said, his voice tinged with amazement, “how the hell did you brew Polyjuice Potion without Boomslang skin?”

The scarcity of Boomslang skin was no small hurdle. The Ministry had placed a heavy tax on magical creature artifacts months ago, aiming to cut off the Death Eaters’ supply lines for potions like Polyjuice, which they used to infiltrate Ministry operations. Stores in diagon alley had stopped stocking it, and it was costly to owl out for some sources. The problem was, the rebels needed it too. Without it, they hadn’t been able to sneak spies into the Death Eaters’ ranks in ages. 

And yet, somehow, Lily had done the impossible.

She stood there, grinning like the cat who’d caught the cream.

“Boomslang,” she began with a mischievous glint in her eye, “is a snake native to Africa. The ministry is monitoring any postage coming in and out of Africa, so I couldn’t owl for some snake skin. However, it just so happens my sister’s husband took her on a safari holiday with his company four weeks ago.”

“Wait.” James blinked, incredulous. “Dursley? Your sister and Dursley went on a safari?” He snorted, trying and failing to imagine the uptight, buttoned-up Muggles traipsing around the African wilderness.

“Focus, James.” Lily waved off his amusement, though a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “Anyway, remember Jackie Fredrickson?”

He furrowed his brow, rifling through his mental file of old Hogwart’s names. “Blond? Year below us?”

“Exactly.” Lily nodded. “She works at a preserve out there now—handles the dragons. I reached out, and Jackie happily passed along a package of Boomslang skin to my sister. Petunia mailed it to me through the Muggle post.”

James stared at her, realization dawning. “Lily Evans, are you telling me you had your sister smuggle snake skin for you on the black market?”

“And you want to know the best part?” she asked, her grin widening.

“What?”

“I didn’t have to pay a cent. Jackie gave it to Petunia for free, and Petunia covered the Muggle shipping costs.”

For a moment, James just gaped at her, then burst into laughter. “What a mind!” he said, scooping her up in his arms as pride swelled in his chest.

Lily didn’t protest as he spun her around, her arms winding around his neck. When he pressed a kiss to her lips, she returned it with enthusiasm.

“You say that all the time,” she teased, brushing him off lightly. But the glow of glee on her face gave her away.

And James couldn’t help but think, not for the first time, how utterly brilliant his wife was. “You’re amazing,” James murmured, his voice soft as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. His fingertips lingered for a moment, tucking the errant lock behind her ear with the kind of tenderness he reserved for her alone.

For a fleeting second, her eyes sparkled with gratitude. Then, the light dimmed, and her expression grew somber. “I should be doing more,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

James frowned, his chest tightening. “Don’t say that.”

She slipped from his arms with a quiet sigh, her movements deliberate as she picked up a ladle and stirred the potion in the nearest cauldron. The soft clink of the ladle against the cauldron’s rim filled the silence between them. “I’m just stating the truth,” she said, her back to him now. “Three cauldrons of Polyjuice Potion won’t last us a month if we’re going to start infiltrating their spies. Moody uses at least one cauldron in two days half the time. It’s not enough—not nearly enough.”

“Lily,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. He crossed the room in two quick strides and placed a steadying hand on her arm just as she moved to stir another cauldron. “You’re doing more than most. Hell, you’re doing more than anyone should have to.”

She stilled beneath his touch but refused to look at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

“Lily,” he said again, this time tightening his grip slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to anchor her. His heart twisted as she finally lifted her gaze to meet him, and he saw the pain swirling in her emerald eyes. 

She was crying. 

“You are doing enough,” he said, his voice cracking with the weight of his silent plea. “More than enough. Please don’t cry, sweetheart.”

Her lip trembled as she stared at him, and for a moment, she looked as though she might believe him. But then she shook her head, her voice breaking as she whispered, “I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time until—” She paused, choking on the words. “Until–this ends.” 

James swallowed hard, his grip on her arm tightening just slightly as though he could tether her to the present, to him, to hope. “Lily, stop. The only end that’s coming for us, is the end of this war. We’re going to win.” 

“I know I shouldn’t cry,” she continued, her voice shaking. “I know that. But...Marlene? James? I thought she was invisible. And if they got her…they can kill us too.”

His heart broke, he knew losing Marlene had taken a toll on her. He knew losing anyone took a toll on her. Hell, the war was taking a toll on her. He swore he heard her crying in the bathtub most nights, but whenever he went to check on her silence followed. 

Her voice dropped to a fragile whisper as she furiously asked, “what if I’m just too soft for all of this?”

Her confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded.

James felt his throat close up, but he forced himself to speak. “You’re not too soft, Lily.” He cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tear that had slipped free. “You’re kind, and you’re brave, and you care so damn much it hurts you to your very core. But that’s not softness. That’s strength. That’s what makes you extraordinary.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her watery eyes searching his face as though it held the answers she needed, something solid to cling to when the ground beneath them felt like it might give way.

“I’m scared too,” he admitted, his voice barely audible, as though saying it too loudly might shatter them both. “Every day. But we keep going because we have to. Because we’ve got each other.” He paused, brushing his thumb gently along her cheek. “But I’ll make you a promise.”

Her brow furrowed slightly, and she sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “What promise?”

He reached out to help her, his fingers carefully dabbing at the tears lingering on her tired face. “I’ll take you back to Wicklow,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. “Next July. Once this war is over, we’ll go back to the sea. You, Harry, and me.”

She let out a trembling breath, her lips curving into the faintest shadow of a smile. But they both knew the weight those words carried. Once the war is over was a mantra they repeated like a prayer, a lifeline to pull them through the dark.

Just last week, she had whispered her own version of it to him in the dead of night: “Once the war is over, we’ll have another kid.”

They were promises spoken into tired, desperate ears—fragile dreams shaped in the quiet moments when hope still flickered. Sweet nothings to cradle against the harshness of reality, like the smooth stone sitting on the kitchen counter or a single strand of hair tucked into a locket.

They were just words, but words these days were the closest thing they had to magic.

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@petals2fish sorry, dear! I offered to send the link, then got lost in the YT rabbithole. ✌🏼😅

Here, have a laugh!

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Yes way!! Eternal Summer was on my TBR before it was taken down, so I'm beyond excited for the chance to finally read it.

ES era coming January 12!! 🪄🪩✨💓💫

It feels like it's time to bring this baby back 🥲 2025 here we gooo!!

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@hprecfest Day 31: Most recent fic you loved

December's Valentine by @stonecoldhedwig [Jily, E, Muggle AU: Online Dating/Tinder, Journalist Lily, Chef James. Multi chap, 2024].

Summary: Sometimes, a one-night-stand with a guy off Tinder is just that: a one-night-stand. No lasting feelings, no strings attached. It's the kind of thing that's easy to get your head around when you're trying to get your heart around the end of a relationship. Sometimes, it's not that simple. Sometimes, you're a journalist, and you get assigned to write a piece on an up-and-coming restaurateur, who just might be that one-night-stand from Tinder that you can't stop thinking about. And sometimes, to make matters worse, the two of you get snowed in... **** Or: Lily shags James, and thinks she'll never see him again. Right? Wrong.

I'm loving reading this, and can't wait for the next chapters. A sure add to my favorites. ❤

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@hprecfest Day 30: fic on your TBR that you're most excited to read.

The James Potter Affair by @sophie-hatter-jenkins [Jily, M, Muggle AU: museum heist -freeform. Multi chap, 2024].

Summary: Insurance Investigator Lily Evans is assigned to recover priceless artefacts stolen in a daring heist from the British Museum. Her chief suspect? Billionaire philanthropist James Potter... It’s a high stakes game of cat and mouse that only one of them can win - and Lily's determined that it's going to be her. A Jily fic inspired by the film The Thomas Crown Affair.

I know it's inspired by a different movie, but back in the day I was obsessed with Entrapment (museum heist/romancey themes)...and nowadays I'm sooo into Sophie's writing that I can't deal with how excited I am to get to read this! Plus, made Jily? What.A.Treat!! 👌🏼❤

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@hprecfest Day 29: a fic rated E

See you in class, Professor Potter by @theresthesnitch [Jily, E, AU for Kinktober 2024. Oneshot].

Summary: Professor James Potter is distracted from work by Student Lily Evans trying to earn some extra credit.

Notes from author: Read the tags. Yes, there's a 20+ year age gap, and James is her current professor. They're both adults, and James is a university professor at a Magical university. Feel free to skip this one if that doesn't tick your boxes. For the Hogwarts Kinktober prompt: Power Imbalance.

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Gorgeous! 😍

Angel Lily and nutcracker James dancing together

I hope you had a marvellous Christmas

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@hprecfest Day 28: a fic over 100k

Everlong by @emeralddoeadeer [Jily, M, Muggle AU: second chances, emotional hurt/comfort (read the author's tags on ao3). Multi chap, 2021]

Summary: Lily meets her flatmate's new boyfriend, and it feels like coming home. A group of twenty-somethings face challenges as they navigate through difficult times. A journey through pain, miscommunications and complexities of the heart.

There are no words I could say that would make justice to the journey that is Everlong. A rollercoaster of a story that pulls at every heartstring. Wholesome. The way I care about this whole group of characters is not even funny. I will say this though, James and Lily may be the heart of the story...but its soul is all Blackevans. 🖤

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#top recc #🔥❤

@hprecfest Day 27 : a smokin' hot fic

Vibrations by @possessingtheproperspirit

Ship: James/Lily Rating: E Relevant Tags: Alternate Universe- Muggle, Smut Warnings: N/A Word Count: 5,334

James is approached by a beautiful stranger in a bar.

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@hprecfest Day 27: smokin' hot fic

such hot blood by @lilymanaged [Jily, E, Jily Awards 2020: Best Smut nominee].

Summary: But every sly, cutting remark she made only made him chuckle, ruffle her hair, call her “love” and “sweetheart” and “baby”. Prick. Lily agreed, however, that the pool had been a good idea. Because, despite her determination to avoid James Potter, a pool day did mean a whole day of him without a shirt, which was a plus in her book.

This James. 🔥