It is time! It is time to make one of these, the: "AO3 is down starter pack", or "iconic Jily fics you can only find on FF.net, to help you through these trying times" đ
The Life and Times by Jewels5
She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.
Buried Treasure and Transmogrify by Rienna Hawkes
Lily Evans has spent years despising James Potter. He has spent just as long worshiping her. When seventh year pairs them Head Boy and Girl, each comes to realize that their judgment isn't quite what they thought it was. This is the same story that was over on Checkmated, but I completed it here. Prequel to Heroes for Ghosts.
Just Stay Here Tonight by monroeslittle
AU. Lily Evans isn't a witch.
Boyfriend by Molly Raesly
Potter was going to say that he wasn't my boyfriend. I couldn't let him do that. For the love of Merlin, I could not let him do that. I had to stop him. He couldn't tell her the truth. So I did the only conceivable thing I could think of. I kissed him.
Petal in the Rain by pratty-prongs-princesse
Trapped in a snobbish muggle boarding school, Lily Evans mischievously escapes for one night, fatefully encountering London's most eligible bachelor, Lord James Potter. As their muggle and magical worlds collide, can their love survive amidst two wars? Set in 1940 during the Battle of Britain. A story of love, war, magic and deception.
And the Wolves All Cry by monroeslittle
AU. if a certain person doesn't hear a prophecy, does it still come true?
taylor swift releases are so fun because i never for a single second wonder if i'll like her new album or not. i will. and it will irrevocably change my brain chemistry. i'm just along for the ride. tell me where you're taking me, taylor.
the thing is that this easter egg is so fucking obvious if you're even remotely familiar with anything taylor-related, but saying to a normal person "yeah no taylor swift is about to announce an new album and we know that because she just posted 12 pics of her wearing orange on instagram" makes you look. well. in need of medical attention to be honest
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.
I'd like to double down and remind everyone that Severus Snape was hanging out with other people who would all join Voldemort after Hogwarts. He was dabbling in Dark Magic, he was inventing spells that would harm/kill people, he thought using dark magic on muggleborn students was a bit of fun, he was doing everything he could to out Remus as a werewolf.
James Potter was an asshole âą, yes. But I do believe with my whole chest that he was being sarcastic when he said 'it's more the fact that he exists.'
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.
Weird that you can be sports fan your whole life - make it part of your identity even - and no one bats an eye, but fandom is somehow for teenagers đ
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.
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 âunrequitedâ Iâll tell you that I mean âJily thinking their love for the other is unrequited but it actually is very much mutual.â
Tagging @missgryffin @yevanss @formerlympp @gigglesandfreckles-hp @petals2fish and everyone else that would like to join in!
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 đ«Ł.
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!
So far, Hogwarts Elementary is winning, so I thought I'd give you a snippet for it right now already. I think you'll get a snippet for Daughter of Gryffindor later, too!
Hogwarts Elementary
âThe nerve of him!â She said, leaning against the desk in Minerva McGonagallâs Year 6 classroom. âYou donât see me hijacking him for his TV debut, do you?â
McGonagall gave Lily a long, pointed look over the rim of her glasses. Then, with all the weariness of a woman who had endured years of this nonsense, she sighed. "No, you donât. But if you did, I suspect Iâd finally be spared either of your theatrics.â
Lily frowned. âI have no idea what you mean,â she said primly, folding her arms over her chest.
McGonagallâs lips twitched as she adjusted the papers she was busy marking on her desk. âOf course you donât.â The senior teacher picked up her red pen and began marking, as if the conversation between Lily and herself was already over. âMuch like you have no idea why Potter follows you around like a particularly persistent stray, or why he conveniently âforgetsâ his own Year 2 classroom exists whenever youâre in the staff room.â
Lilyâs mouth opened, then closed. She scoffed, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. âThatâs hardly â he doesnât ââ
âCareful, Lily,â Minerva spoke, looking at her over the rim of her glasses, âyou sound as if you are close to defending him. That certainly wonât make you seem half as antagonistic towards him as you wish to be.â
I thought I'd give you a snippet for my other WIP as well!
Daughter of Gryffindor
She and Black reached the table, Black pulling out a chair that Lily â huffing, rolling her eyes, arms crossed in front of her chest â reluctantly let herself drop onto. She turned to face him, waited for him to say something. When he didnât â and she had well and truly lost her patience â she said: âI told you not to try and find me.â
Black, who was still standing, raised one of his eyebrows: âNow, Evans, thatâs not a very nice way to greet your betrothed, is it?â
Before she had a chance to retort that he was hardly her anything, however, the man she was seated opposite removed his hood, his hazel eyes on his brother in armsâ as he said â his voice toe-curlingly deep â âGuard the entrance, Sirius.â
Black looked as if he were about to argue, but then rolled his eyes and sighed, almost stomping as he left, and leaving through the curtain which they had used to enter the backroom of the pub.
She pursed her lips, turned her head to look at the prince across from her. âLet me have it, then,â she spoke, a challenge in her voice as she tilted her chin. âAre you going to drag me back to Peverell? Is that why youâre here?â He just looked at her, and somehow this incensed her even further. âI thought weâd agreed ââ
James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family; he just hadnât 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.
*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.Â
A small victory, perhaps, but one he could claim.
He grabbed Lilyâs coat nextâa soft, worn thing sheâd 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. Heâd never say it aloud, but a small, shameful part of him was beginning to resent Dumbledore for a lot of things in their life.Â
Turning the coat over in his hands, he began emptying the pocketsâa 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 pebbleâsmooth and dark, its surface worn to a soft sheen, like wet sand. He turned it over in his hand, frowning slightly. This wasnât one of the local stones from Godricâs 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. Theyâd 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 Lilyâs laughter echoing across the shore as she collected little treasures like this one.Â
Sheâd 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 theyâd moved in.
âMagic doesnât get things properly clean,â sheâd declared, adamant as ever, when he and Sirius had groaned at the thought of wrangling the machine into working order.
Heâd 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, heâd never admit it, but the machine had grown on him. Its rhythmic hum as it worked was oddly soothing, a small piece of Lilyâs Muggle heritage seamlessly woven into their magical home.
âJames!â
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.Â
This was all she ever truly wanted from himâa 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 heâd somehow managed to marry the hottest and smartest witch heâd ever known.Â
âCome see what I did!â 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 wasnât 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.Â
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 Remusâs bedroom before their friend had taken up work in Dumbledoreâs underground network. James felt a pang of worry for the werewolf; they hadnât 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.
âLook,â 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. âBabe,â he said, his voice tinged with amazement, âhow the hell did you brew Polyjuice Potion without Boomslang skin?â
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 Eatersâ 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 hadnât been able to sneak spies into the Death Eatersâ ranks in ages.Â
And yet, somehow, Lily had done the impossible.
She stood there, grinning like the cat whoâd caught the cream.
âBoomslang,â she began with a mischievous glint in her eye, âis a snake native to Africa. The ministry is monitoring any postage coming in and out of Africa, so I couldnât owl for some snake skin. However, it just so happens my sisterâs husband took her on a safari holiday with his company four weeks ago.â
âWait.â James blinked, incredulous. âDursley? Your sister and Dursley went on a safari?â He snorted, trying and failing to imagine the uptight, buttoned-up Muggles traipsing around the African wilderness.
âFocus, James.â Lily waved off his amusement, though a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. âAnyway, remember Jackie Fredrickson?â
He furrowed his brow, rifling through his mental file of old Hogwartâs names. âBlond? Year below us?â
âExactly.â Lily nodded. âShe works at a preserve out there nowâhandles 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.â
James stared at her, realization dawning. âLily Evans, are you telling me you had your sister smuggle snake skin for you on the black market?â
âAnd you want to know the best part?â she asked, her grin widening.
âWhat?â
âI didnât have to pay a cent. Jackie gave it to Petunia for free, and Petunia covered the Muggle shipping costs.â
For a moment, James just gaped at her, then burst into laughter. âWhat a mind!â he said, scooping her up in his arms as pride swelled in his chest.
Lily didnât 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.
âYou say that all the time,â she teased, brushing him off lightly. But the glow of glee on her face gave her away.
And James couldnât help but think, not for the first time, how utterly brilliant his wife was. âYouâre amazing,â 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. âI should be doing more,â she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
James frowned, his chest tightening. âDonât say that.â
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 cauldronâs rim filled the silence between them. âIâm just stating the truth,â she said, her back to him now. âThree cauldrons of Polyjuice Potion wonât last us a month if weâre going to start infiltrating their spies. Moody uses at least one cauldron in two days half the time. Itâs not enoughânot nearly enough.â
âLily,â 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. âYouâre doing more than most. Hell, youâre doing more than anyone should have to.â
She stilled beneath his touch but refused to look at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
âLily,â 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.Â
She was crying.Â
âYou are doing enough,â he said, his voice cracking with the weight of his silent plea. âMore than enough. Please donât cry, sweetheart.â
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, âIâm sorry. Itâs only a matter of time untilââ She paused, choking on the words. âUntilâthis ends.âÂ
James swallowed hard, his grip on her arm tightening just slightly as though he could tether her to the present, to him, to hope. âLily, stop. The only end thatâs coming for us, is the end of this war. Weâre going to win.âÂ
âI know I shouldnât cry,â she continued, her voice shaking. âI know that. But...Marlene? James? I thought she was invisible. And if they got herâŠthey can kill us too.â
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.Â
Her voice dropped to a fragile whisper as she furiously asked, âwhat if Iâm just too soft for all of this?â
Her confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded.
James felt his throat close up, but he forced himself to speak. âYouâre not too soft, Lily.â He cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tear that had slipped free. âYouâre kind, and youâre brave, and you care so damn much it hurts you to your very core. But thatâs not softness. Thatâs strength. Thatâs what makes you extraordinary.â
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.
âIâm scared too,â he admitted, his voice barely audible, as though saying it too loudly might shatter them both. âEvery day. But we keep going because we have to. Because weâve got each other.â He paused, brushing his thumb gently along her cheek. âBut Iâll make you a promise.â
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she sniffled, wiping at her eyes. âWhat promise?â
He reached out to help her, his fingers carefully dabbing at the tears lingering on her tired face. âIâll take you back to Wicklow,â he said softly, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. âNext July. Once this war is over, weâll go back to the sea. You, Harry, and me.â
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: âOnce the war is over, weâll have another kid.â
They were promises spoken into tired, desperate earsâfragile 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.
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...
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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. â€
@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...
Itâs 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!! đđŒâ€
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