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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. 🔥
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will never get over canon james potter drawing L. E. inside a snitch on his paper. he's the HP version of a girl drawing her initials w her crush's inside a heart. anyone who tells you that your sparkly glitter pen, romantic, sweetheart james potter isn't an accurate characterisation of him can go to hell.
Mr Lily Evans
she’s so hard to please, but she’s a forest fire
Hello, hi! I absolutely adore your Jily stories. You’re such a talented writer and I just wanted to tell you that 💛
this is. so ridiculously sweet. thank you so much! i really appreciate it 💜
Lily Evans 🧡
the way james described lily w that line *chef’s kiss*
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“the marauders got the teenage years the golden trio couldn’t and the golden trio got the adulthood the marauders couldn’t get”
STFU😭😭😭😭
Long post: A comprehensive list of canon Jily
I’ve been thinking, and I decided to put this together, the actual canon picture we’re given of what James and Lily were like as a couple. Not what other people had to say about them. Not what they were like before they got together. Just the very little, tiny bit we see and know of THEM, together and with Harry. Let’s start:
PS Ch. 17
It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father.
PoA, Ch. 11
[Harry] stopped on a picture of his parents’ wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad. And there … that must be him.[Sirius]
GoF Ch.34
And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemort’s wand … and Harry knew when he saw it who it would be … he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment when Cedric had appeared from the wand … knew, because the woman appearing was the one he’d thought of more than any other tonight… .
The smoky shadow of a young woman with long hair fell to the ground as Bertha had done, straightened up, and looked at him … and Harry, his arms shaking madly now, looked back into the ghostly face of his mother.
"Your father’s coming …“ she said quietly. “He wants to see you … it will be all right.. . hold on… .”
And he came … first his head, then his body … tall and untidy-haired like Harry, the smoky, shadowy form of James Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort’s wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like his wife. He walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and he spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear….
"When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments … but we will give you time… you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts … do you understand, Harry?“
"Yes,” Harry gasped, fighting now to keep a hold on his wand, which was slipping and sliding beneath his fingers.
"Harry …“ whispered the figure of Cedric, “take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents, …”
"I will,“ said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wand.
"Do it now,” whispered his father’s voice, “be ready to run … do it now. …”
(I included this scene because while we’re never actually told whether these are the “real” spirits of these characters or just some sort of spell-imitation, Harry certainly seems to treat Cedric’s shade (and its request) as though it were really Cedric speaking, so it’s only fair.) (plus James and Lily are dead and they’re still all about comforting and protecting their baby as a team that’s adorable)
DH Ch. 10 (Lily’s Letter)
Dear Padfoot,
Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself. I’m enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet off the ground but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course James thought it was so funny, says he’s going to be a great Quidditch player but we’ve had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we don’t take our eyes off him when he gets going.
We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda who has always been sweet to us and who dotes on Harry. We were so sorry you couldn’t come, but the Order’s got to come first, and Harry’s not old enough to know it’s his birthday anyway! James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell – also Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend. I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the next about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard.
Bathilda drops in most days, she’s a fascinating old thing with the most amazing stories about Dumbledore. I’m not sure he’d be pleased if he knew! I don’t know how much to believe, actually because it seems incredible that Dumbledore (rest from Ch. 33) could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindelwald. I think her mind’s going, personally!
Lots of love, Lily
DH, also Ch. 10
At last, lying facedown on the floor, [Harry] spotted what looked like a torn piece of paper under the chest of drawers. When he pulled it out, it proved to be most of the photograph that Lily had described in her letter. A black-haired baby was zooming in and out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have belonged to James was chasing after him.
(rest from Ch. 33) Then [Snape] ripped in two the photograph he was also holding, so that he kept the part from which Lily laughed, throwing the portion showing James and Harry back onto the floor
DH Ch. 17 (Voldemort’s memory)
And along a new and darker street [Voldemort] moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though [James and Lily] did not know it yet… And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it…
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist…
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he cold not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning...
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open…
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand…
“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!”
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!… He laughed before casting the curse…
“Avada Kedavra!”
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear… He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in… She had no wand upon her either… How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments…
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand… and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead…
“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now.”
“Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead–”
“This is my last warning –”
“Not Harry! Please… have mercy… have mercy… Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I’ll do anything –”
“Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all…
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder’s face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing –
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy’s face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to cry: It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage–
“Avada Kedavra!”
JKR’s Pottermore blurb about Vernon and Petunia:
“The first meeting between Lily, her boyfriend James Potter, and the engaged couple [Vernon and Petunia], went badly, and the relationship nose-dived from there. James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove. James described his racing broom. Vernon supposed out loud that wizards had to live on unemployment benefit. James explained about Gringotts, and the fortune his parents had saved there, in solid gold. Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant, while Lily burst into tears and James (a little ashamed of himself) promised to make things up with Vernon at the earliest opportunity.
“This never happened. Petunia did not want Lily as a bridesmaid, because she was tired of being overshadowed; Lily was hurt. Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’.
JK Rowling on James and Lily’s Patronuses
Chely: James patronus is a stag and lilys a doe is that a coincidence?
J.K. Rowling: No, the Patronus often mutates to take the image of the love of one’s life (because they so often become the ‘happy thought’ that generates a Patronus).
Coupled with this:
You know, for the next time some asshat tells you we don’t know from canon if James and Lily were in love/happy together/James was a good father/etc.
(If anyone thinks of any I’ve missed, let me know and I’ll add!)
Best thing to post on James’ Birthday
This was much needed. (Although apart from the tears in this midnight)
apparently sophie skelton is in talks to play lily in flashbacks for the new harry potter tv series and
someone is data mining us
lily: I can belive you cursed snape!
james: you weren’t there lil! you didn’t hear what he said to me!
lily: what did he say to you?!?
james: he said and i quote, “what are you gonna do? curse me?”
lily:
james:
sirius, from out of nowhere: valid
LILY EVANS!!
Lily my darling
“And he came… first his head, then his body, tall and untidy-haired like Harry, the smoky shadowy form of James Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort’s wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like his wife. He walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear…”
-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Priori Incantatem, pg. 667
I need to talk about this quote. We never talk about this enough. Prior to this, Voldemort only shows shock. But after James and Lily Potter arrive, Voldemort shows fear. The only wizard Voldemort is truly known to fear is Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards ever to live, yet the arrival of the Potters strikes fear in him.
I think this speaks to how powerful the Potters truly were. Not only were they able to defy him three times and live, while most wizards couldn’t manage to do it once, even after he killed them, Voldemort is still wary of James and Lily Potter. There’s a reason that he asked both James and Lily to join him, despite being young and blood-traitor/Muggle-born. There’s a reason Voldemort had Peter spying for over a year before he made his move. There’s a reason that Voldemort specifically chose the moment where they were the most relaxed, and therefore the most vulnerable, to attack. There’s a reason he did not dally and torture the Potters, though he probably would have got a sense of satisfaction out of it, with how much they’d defied him.
Because Voldemort believed, in my opinion, that James and Lily Potter could pose a threat to him in a fair fight. If they’d had their wands or a chance to prepare, or even a few more seconds to come up with a plan of escape, it would have been a very different battle in Godric’s Hollow. Voldemort did not just fear Harry Potter, ‘the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord,’ Voldemort feared his parents, and what they would do to keep him safe.
such hot blood
RATED E for #teamsin
inspired loosely by this gif of bob morley I found while “researching” as well as this gif of madelaine petsch in riverdale
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kudos to @inakindofdaydream for analyzing my choreo and letting me liveblog my writing to her
remember, folks: always pee after sex
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They had been playing this game for a while, she and James. Pretending whatever was happening between them wasn’t actually happening. Pretending all of their friends were oblivious to the tension between them. Pretending everything was the same as it had been for the last two years of knowing each other.
Pretending they hadn’t kissed at Mary’s birthday party.
Pretending they hadn’t had sex after Sirius’s gallery showing.
Pretending they hadn’t had sex a lot after that.
The pretending was easier, Lily convinced herself, than acknowledging any feelings she was having that she was sure James was not.
So she pretended that it was just sex. Lily could go with the flow! She was a cool girl, and could definitely have casual sex with her best friend that she might be falling in love with without making a big deal out of it.
If he could stop teasing her, that would be great.
It was the hottest day of the summer so far, so the eight of them decided to take a “sick” day from their summer internships and jobs to spend the entire Thursday at the pool on the Potter estate.
Lily rolled her eyes. Fucking estate.
What that meant for Lily was an entire day of James smirking at her, kissing her cheek, brushing a hand down her waist when he walked by her. Every touch ignited something in her, and she shoved it down, covering it up with annoyance or indifference.
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.
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as promised, a little bit of smut for your sunday evening. I also just reached 2000 followers (wow!) so thank you all! to the anon who messaged me the other day, this is for you! I hope it is to your liking!
also yes this was supposed to be my jilytober contribution and yes it is largely unedited because I hate reading my own work, thanks for your patience!
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“Potter!” she shouted, accent veering toward her mother’s Irish in her frustration. Slamming the door to the prefects’ office behind her, Lily whirled around to face the room, seething.
James was seated at the head of the table, sweater off and tie loosened around his neck, bent over a piece of parchment, quill scratching on a spot about halfway down the page, glasses sliding down his nose slightly. Lily scoffed, crossing her arms, shifting from side to side trying to get his attention, but James just kept writing, seemingly ignoring Lily’s raised voice.
But he wasn’t, and she knew it. Oh, she knew it.
The right side of his mouth twitched after a minute, tilting up to the semblance of a smirk, and the hand that had been holding his quill was now flat on the table in front of him, fingers lightly drumming against the flat surface.
“Well,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I think that’s enough for tonight.” Lily just stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “What can I do for you, Evans?”
She let out a frustrated sound, releasing her arms to throw them in the air. “James Potter, I swear to Christ!”
James looked up at her, smiling widely. “Yes, darling?”
“I cannot believe you!”
“What did I do?”
“You know what you did!”
“If I told you it wasn’t me, would you believe me?”
“No,” she said, voice tight. His smile widened, and she felt her anger dissipating. Stupid, handsome dickhead.
“Then I won’t say that,” he responded cheekily. “I will say that you look lovely with your color up, though. Forgot how pretty you are when you’re mad.”
“It’s very important to me that you know I dislike you very much right now.” Her retort had half the heat in it that she originally intended, and she kicked herself for giving in so fast. “Please know that.”
“Message received, Lily.” His smile was now a full-blown grin. He stood, walking over to her slowly, hands buried in his pockets. Stubbornly, Lily held her ground, recrossing her arms and digging her nails into her biceps in an effort to keep a hard glare on her face. Then, she remembered.
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