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[jilytoberfest]

Mature rated fics bingo

Rules: It is not necessary to re-read the stories given below again. Having read them once in the past past year is more than enough! This challenge will go on till the 16th of October! As and when you’re done getting a bingo, post the finished bingo card on your blog, tagging this account! Whosoever posts the proper finished bingo first, wins (or anyone who’s read all/most of these fics)

The full list of fics and authors are below the cut:

I’ve got my hate to keep me warm by @dizzy--bird

Brown Boots & Breakfast Bagels by @charmsandtealeaves

No One Knows Us by @annasghosts

don’t fall in love (won’t be a problem) by @oneofthesirens

Love Is A Lie (And Other Sh*t My Friends Say To Help Me Get By) by @wearingaberetinparis

Make Me by @ohmygodshesinsane

And Then The Symphony Starts by @mppmaraudergirl

come morning light by @startanewdream

I see your face when I close my eyes by @abihastastybeans

Dancing with our hands tied by @athenasparrow

just let me by 0hd33r

51 Minutes to change your mind by @sosohh

And Then Thé Storm Raged On by @allthosedarlings

WILF by @ petals

i'll be fine, i'll be good by @kay-elle-cee

Shall We Shag Now Or Later? by @practicecourts

Scandalous by @annabtg

Don’t Look Back In Anger by @mppmaraudergirl and @possessingtheproperspirit

Fantasise by @ohmygodshesinsane

Evans Guide To Quidditch (And Seducing James Potter) by @charmsandtealeaves

A Nice Girl by MerlinsSequinedHotPants

on the way home by keep_driving

X Marks The Spot by @athenasparrow

Short Stories by @missgryffin

To All The Kudos I've Left Before by @wearingaberetinparis

[mppmaraudergirl-deactivated2024]

the dare

I was so inspired to write this yesterday and I was hoping to make it in before @jilyfest summer fest was over… in my time zone I still have about 35 minutes…phew! hope you like it! x

Lily Evans wasn’t one to shy away from dares. Whether she was seven years old and jumping off a swing at its highest point, or sixteen when she drove through her neighborhood with her car solely in reverse, or twenty years old, as she was now, and in between sessions at university.

“Betcha won’t,” her friend Mary goaded as she took a bite out of her ice cream cone.

They were walking through the neighborhood Lily grew up in, having just stopped for ice cream cones to combat the blazing summer heat.

“If ever there was a phrase that would ensure I do something, that would be it,” Lily said matter-of-factly.

“That’s the point.”

Lily shrugged, taking the last few bites of her own ice cream cone just as they entered the playground. The playground had been around for as long as Lily could remember, plus a few decades at least. There had been a campaign when she was little to update the swing set and jungle gym from the rusted metal that once was there. That campaign also included installing bucket seat swings that smaller children could enjoy safely – the swings that Lily headed straight for. She and Mary stopped in front of one, surveying it.

“You won’t fit.”

“I will,” Lily said confidently.

Mary laughed, “Let’s see it then.”

“Gladly.”

Lily swiftly climbed on top of the swing before crouching down. She slid one of her legs in first, pleasantly surprised with the room she had to spare. The second leg took a bit longer and required her to bend acrobatically, but then after a few minutes she found herself sitting in the bucket swing. She glared up at Mary smugly.

“Cough up.”

Mary looked aghast in return. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable!”

Lily laughed, “Twenty quid will teach you to doubt me!” Her laughter faltered as she struggled to remove her leg.

“All right there, Lil?”

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She was so beautiful

[gwenmontrose]

Relationship Advice

Read it now on AO3

It's the world's most obvious cliché, but James never learned to be careful and he all but went and fell in love with his spirited, gorgeous, red-headed roommate. Now, he surely can't confess his feelings to her, but there's nothing wrong with venting about his unrequited love to a bunch of strangers on Reddit, right? Right???

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After head boy and head girl’s duty

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Saying it out loud

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At the library

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James Sirius, Ginny and Harry! Parents for the first time.

[sunnybuttercup]

Thanks American Girl!

[startanewdream]

A little something for the morning of Lily's 30th birthday. Slightly suggestive.

She hasn’t recovered her breath yet when James joins her side, his hand supporting his head; the smirk that shines on his lips is half the reason Lily used to call him insufferable, though she doesn't feel like complaining about anything at the moment.

“Have I ever told you—”

“You like watching me afterwards, yes.” Lily wishes she could summon a bit of dignity to throw a pillow over him, but her body is too exerted for it. “It makes you smug.”

“You hurt my feelings, love. I just like to appreciate a job well done.” A giggle escapes her lips, amused.

“Speaking of well done jobs—” She turns around, her hand tracing the strings of the pants that he managed to keep on, but James just pulls her hand back up, placing a soft kiss over the palm.

“Oh, no, it’s your day.”

“Exactly, you cannot deny my requests today.”

“Later,” he vouches, eyes shining with all the promises that Lily will charge later. “Now—have I ever told you I’ve always had a thing for older women?”

“Prat,” Lily calls, eyes rolling at the same old joke; she moves to pat his chest, but James reacts quickly. His hand captures hers, and his lips trace her pulse, sucking the skin as gently as he was doing before—to other parts of her body, that’s it. “I’m only two months older,” she reminds him, though with less conviction.

“Still—I’d never kissed a woman in her thirties before.”

“How scandalous.” She pops one eye open, watching him with amusement. “Mind you, I’ve gotten the better bargain here.”

His eyes darken as they move down to her body. “I must disagree with you there, definitely.”

Lily laughs. “Well, I’m with a guy still in his twenties.”

The smirk is back on his face. “How about you enjoy all my youthful stamina?”

“Let me guess, you’ve also never—”

But her voice is cut by an insistent knock on the door, punctuated by loud barks.

“Oh.” James sighs dramatically as he raises from the bed. “Damn, I almost forgot—you bewitched me, Lily.”

“It’s my 30’s charm,” she replies lazily, accepting the robe that James throws at her.

When he opens the door, a black dog invades the room. “Don’t, Sirius, no—” but it’s too late. The dog is over the bed, licking her face. “I will nurture you, I promise!”

The dog gives a bark that’s too much of a laugh, but he backs away, probably sensing that Lily’s threat is only half-exaggerated.

And then Harry is carefully placing a tray over the bed, his happy face showing all his pride. “Happy birthday, Mum!”

“Oh, come here!” He hugs her, not minding the dog’s spit at all. “Did you make this all by yourself?”

“Sirius helped—but the toasts were all me!”

“And I helped to distract you,” adds James gladly.

“It was a surprise breakfast,” agrees Harry, just as Sirius shifts back.

“Keeping Lily from rising up early,” he mocks. “How hard was it?”

“Hard enough,” James answers, winking at Lily. “But I will give the second part of her birthday gift later.”

“Ugh. Details.”

Harry eyes them. “What are you talking about?”

Lily bites the toast; it’s perfect. “You will get it when you are thirty.”

[lilacfieldsforever]

AU: Librarian (Lily/James)

“Hot magazine bloke is back,” Dorcas whispered to her over the stack of books she was mending.

Lily looked up from her computer screen almost at once, admonishing herself immediately after for the reaction. Luckily, he had not seen her, his attention entirely on the display of sports magazines by the reading area right across from their counter. He definitely was fit, his athletic build rightfully earning him his nickname.

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[startanewdream]

Inspired by this art, only I thought let's make this more emotional. Or how Minerva McGonagall receives the news about James Sirius Potter's birth.

The message comes in the early hours of the morning, before she leaves for breakfast. A short note, attached to a barn owl.

Professor Headmaster, if there is no trouble, would you join me for a drink at The Hog's Head tonight? — Harry.

It's funny how she still recognizes his handwriting after so many years; it's the "g", Minerva thinks, there's something very specific about this letter and the way Harry curves it.

She scribbles a quick note in answer, then ties it to the owl's leg. It's a beautiful creature that reminds her suddenly of Harry's white owl, whose wings were once harmed—and then Minerva heard what happened to the owl a few years later. Harry had looked so nervous about the state of the bird...

She shakes her head; age is making a fool of her again, too lost in memories. She dispatches the owl and tries to focus on the present.

It's after seven when she leaves the castle grounds to walk to Hogsmeade; it's a slow walk, and Minerva tells herself she will just floo back to Hogwarts later—she is getting too old for this walk, maybe this is a sign—

Hogsmeade is quiet on that Friday night; she thinks about how busy it will be the next day, with a school trip to the village — she'd heard the students talking excitedly, discussing what they would be buying—and that makes her steal a glance to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes down the street. She will need to warn the caretaker to be more careful than usual for the next week.

The Hog's Head is as busy as ever, which is to say full of shady people sitting by themselves, mostly covered; she sets a mental note to remind the Head Boy and Head Girl to watch out that no student wanders here. Then she looks around; in a dim corner, Harry is waiting for her, and he stands up when he sees her.

There is always a mingle of happiness and strange nostalgia when she sees him; except for the joy in his green eyes, he barely resembles that eleven-year-old boy that joined her house—and if she thinks further, to that baby she once delivered to a family that didn’t deserve him, there is only proud as she sees how well he’s grown up.

Harry is a fine man. Not because of his work as Auror, not because he defeated Voldemort, not even because of all those things he faced so bravely; but rather because he is a simple, fair, noble guy who believes in doing the right thing.

And he looks very well, if only slightly tired, as he shakes her hand.

“Hello, Professor,” he greets, smiling (when Harry smiles, and that’s Minerva once again being dragged by her own memories, he looks a lot like Lily). “I took the liberty of asking for your favourite.”

“Gillywater,” she says approvingly, watching the drink on the table as she joins him. 

“Not Rosmerta’s, but it is still good enough—or so Aberforth tells me.” He throws her an embarrassed look. “I am sorry for asking you to come here—this is the only place reporters aren’t pestering me these days.”

“I believe a bunch of reporters here would disband Aberforth’s business.”

“Oh, his goats keep them away,” Harry says fondly. “You look good, Professor.”

“I look older, you can say it.”

He laughs. “We are all older.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t quote me on this, but I found my first grey hair.”

Minerva has silver hair for long enough to just find his concern amusing, but she doesn’t smile. Harry is evidently happy tonight, teasing and carefree, very different from what he looked like when he was her student; it reminds her of another young boy she once taught, but that is the problem: that boy was forever young. He never spotted any hair other than a dark one that was never tamed.

She sips her drink, admonishing herself for being so sour.

“Finding one grey hair is okay,” she says when she can trust her voice. “The problem is when you do not find any other colour.”

“That’s true; Ginny said I looked dashingly mature—and it’s bound to worsen in the future, I am sure.” His words seem ominous, but Harry looks nothing but glad.

“If you have any issues with grey hair, I don’t recommend a teaching career for you.”

“Maybe in the future—Professor Potter rings nicely, doesn’t it? Would you hire me?”

“If not, will you jinx the post?”

Another laugh. “No, I will understand. I was never the most disciplined student.” He looks around. “And I promise not to start another clandestine club.”

“That is a relief. I am too close to retirement for such emotion.”

He blinks. “Are you serious?”

She sips her drink again. “It’s been a thought. I’ve been at Hogwarts for more than 50 years — seven generations of students—”

“I thought you would stick around for an eighth one.” He fumbles in his pocket until he finds a picture. “I cannot imagine Jamie not being taught by you.”

“Jamie?”

“Here.” And he shows the photo of a crying baby, all wrapped in a blanket, safely held by his parents. Harry and Ginny look tired but they are beaming in the picture; but her attention is all drawn to that newborn baby.

Babies should look all the same, not distinct features until a few months later, but she swears he looks exactly that baby she once dropped at his aunt’s house—and then there is a fierce desire to protect this innocent child, to not make the same mistake again because she will be damned if that child doesn’t get all the love he deserves, all the love his parents should have shared—

Harry is watching her rather expectantly, and Minerva breathes out again. Harry survived, Harry is fine now—and the baby, Jamie, will never share his father’s fate.

“James,” she repeats, not minding how her voice sounds muffled. “That’s a nice choice.”

“There was no other option for Ginny and I.” Harry sighs contentedly as he looks at the photo. “He is such a loud baby, and he’s keeping us all night awake but he sleeps nicely during the day—he’s growing well and—”

Harry sounds so proud—not, he sounds bewildered as if he doesn’t believe still he gets to be this happy, to live this life—

“And this is the most recent photo,” he adds, then showing her another picture; in this one she can spot the baby’s dark hair.

“Potter hair,” she says warmly, finger stroking the photo. 

“I think it’s a bit lighter,” he says. “It looks almost red under the sunlight. And his eyes… I thought it looked a bit like Ginny’s, but she said they are hazel.”

“Oh.” 

“Professor,” James would say, his grave voice betrayed by the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, “how can Filibuster Fireworks be against school rules if they weren’t even invented when Hogwarts was founded? I am sure that’s what you call a ‘loophole’, so you see, we cannot get detention—”

She inhales deeply. “Congratulations to you and Ginny. I am very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He watches her. “We are christening him this Sunday, at the church in Godric’s Hollow. We would be very happy if you were there—so you can meet him, hopefully only eleven years sooner than you thought.”

Minerva smiles. “With such a namesake, I am sure this will be the last time I will find any peace in his presence.”

“Oh,” Harry grins. “Actually, two namesakes. We named him James Sirius.”

Minerva takes a generous sip of her gillywater. Retirement sounds almost nice, but she cannot let anyone inherit such a challenge. “I hope you get used to grey hair, Harry,” she notes. “You will get them sooner than you think.”

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James and Lily and colors

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Just a little drawing of the Potter family because I miss drawing them.

Happy Holidays!

[charmsandtealeaves]

@jilytoberfest | 31 prompts | Prompt 23

Prompt: “I couldn’t sleep”

James was woken my a rustle of his own bed hangings. A shadowy figure standing over him. His sight was blearily with sleep, made worse by the fact he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Yet he could tell by the silhouette this shadow meant him no harm.

“Lily?” he asked sleepily.

“I couldn’t sleep” she whispered back.

James scouched over in his four poster and lifted the covers, making space for his girlfriend to slip into. The other boys wouldn’t mind, not that they’d know behind bed curtains. Lily crawled into bed beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arms. Warmth enveloped her, the comfort she’d been searching for. No words were exchanged. Just a pattern of steady breathing and the ability to feel each others hearts pumping rhythmically. It was all she needed, to know he was there, to be able to drift into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

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Harry's family growing older.

[mppmaraudergirl-deactivated2024]

One of my favorite headcanons is that James is a foot taller than Lily. 6′3 and 5′3. Sometimes when she is particularly feisty he will pick her up and carry her somewhere else and it pisses her off even further. He also controls the kisses - she can’t reach his face unless he wants her to (which obviously he almost always does) and sometimes he makes her work for it which also pisses her off. When they are standing in the corridor talking to their friends, he rests his arm on her head because she is the perfect height for it and she returns his affection by jabbing her elbow into his side. Basically him being so much taller usually ends up with her being mad, but she also loves it. Once she asked him how tall he actually was and he responded “taller than you in heels, evans” and she nearly died.