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Nom De Plume (46.5k). Completed, rated E. Favourite Canon Divergent Long 2024. Rec'd by @charmsandtealeaves, @joyseuphoria, @neverenoughmarauders and @practicecourts.
James Potter, renowned potioneer, has a secret side career as an erotica writer under the pen name of Scarlett Goldwing. When his latest book starts to take off, and Scarlett is asked to promote it at a public event, he has no other option but to recruit his colleague Lily Evans to pretend to be Scarlett. The only problem is, Lily Evans hates his guts… or does she?
Fixed Luck (1.3k). Completed, rated T. Favourite Angst 2024. Mind the tags! Rec'd by @abihastastybeans, @kay-elle-cee, @neverenoughmarauders and @tedwardremus.
The books warn: excessive intake can cause giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence. But good luck is addictive.
Oh My God, She's Insane (7.7k). Completed, rated M. Favourite Canon Divergent Short 2025, Favourite Humour/Crack 2025. Rec'd by @blitheringmcgonagall, @charmsandtealeaves, @neverenoughmarauders.
When the Order of the Phoenix discovers that Lucius Malfoy, rich bachelor and womaniser extraordinaire, may secretly be a Death Eater with access to an item that could be the key to bringing down Voldemort, Lily Evans comes up with a brilliant plan: to seduce him into inviting her to his house, and then take the opportunity to snoop around for information.
James Potter, her mission partner, is less than thrilled with this idea.
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The Chaperone (7.5k). Jily, Petunia Evans, Sirius Black, canon. Completed, rated T. Rec'd by @casquecest, @neverenoughmarauders and @plecotusauritus.
When Lily's father won't let her go out alone on a date with James, she has to resort to desperate measures: make it a double date with Petunia and Sirius.
Halloween Specials (867 words). Jily, James & Sirius, Rosmerta. Canon, 6th year. Completed, rated T. Rec'd by @neverenoughmarauders.
It's Halloween Eve. The Three Broomsticks is packed with Hogwarts students.
At the bar, two funny, handsome young men are chatting to the barmaid.
Her Favourite (1.1k). Minerva McGonagall, James Potter, canon. Rated G. Rec'd by @neverenoughmarauders.
If Minerva McGonagall had a son, she would have wanted him to be like James Potter.
Two Steps At A Time (1.4k). Slytherin!Lily, Sirius Black. Completed, rated G. Rec'd by @neverenoughmarauders.
Lost in the vast Hogwarts castle, first-year student Lily Evans finds her way to her common room with the help of an unlikely classmate.
White Swan (930 words). Jily, fluff. Completed, rated G. Rec'd by @charmsandtealeaves.
“I thought we were only going to watch,” he teases. “I didn’t realise you were the night’s prima ballerina.”
It’s been years since Lily was forced to abandon that dream – since she exchanged tutus and ballet slippers for black robes and a wand – and there’s no bitterness lingering. Still, she crosses her arms over her chest and raises a challenging eyebrow at him. They both like a challenge – revel in it, really. “Are you making fun of my outfit?”
“Not at all. I’m just saying, nobody’s going to be looking at Odette when you’re looking like that.”
James and Lily go on a date to watch ballet.
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Rating: T
Ship: James/Sirius
Summary: On an adventure into muggle London, James and Sirius end up fleeing from the cops.
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The night was crisp as the moon shone bright above them. A waning moon, James noted without really thinking about it. The lunar cycle was something that they’d been keeping track of ever since second year, and even though they didn’t always have time to meet up with Remus for the full moons these days, they tried to get together every few months at the very least. Still, old habits die hard, and James found himself thinking about the different moon stages nearly every night, mentally counting down to the full moon. Last month, Remus had been out on a mission for Dumbledore, but they did have tentative plans to meet for the next one.
In the meantime, James was just happy to spend his days with Sirius, hanging around muggle London between missions. Tonight was one such night. With winter creeping in, the frost was in the air and not even the copious amounts of fire whiskey that they’d consumed in the flat could keep James from shivering.
“Bloody hell, Pads,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around his torso in a futile effort to keep the cold at bay. If they were in Diagon Alley then James would be able to cast a warming charm, but he hadn’t thought about it before they’d left and if he did it now then the Ministry would drag him in for questioning.
And as an Auror in training, that really didn’t look good on his record. Being an Auror had been his dream ever since he was a kid, and ruining it now just because he was a bit chilly just wasn’t worth it. The only reason they were even out in muggle London was because they’d, unbelievably, run out of booze at the flat, and they weren’t nearly plastered enough.
That’s not to say they weren’t drunk. They were absolutely drunk, sozzled, slaughtered.
It wasn’t enough. They were celebrating! What? James couldn’t remember, but it had been something important and he’d been so thrilled when Sirius had suggested a night, just the two of them, in their flat with a bottle of fire whiskey to share. The problem had been that it had been a while since either of them had been to the shops and their booze supplies had already been low when they’d started.
So here they were, stumbling around muggle London in search of more whiskey. It wouldn’t be as good as fire whiskey, but it did have a certain quality that wizards had never mastered. James just didn’t think it was as fun without the smoke. Not to mention that he just had so many fond memories associated with fire whiskey, and probably a fair few memories that were lost to hangovers and too much booze. The important part was that he’d spent them with Sirius, and Remus and Peter, but mostly Sirius.
James would be the first to admit that he had a favourite out of his best friends. Not that he needed to admit it, everyone seemed to already know. What he hadn’t admitted, and probably never would, was that he was also in love with Sirius. There was just too much at stake.
Maybe by the time the war ended he would pluck up ye olde Gryffindor courage, but for now he was content to keep flirting with Lily. At this point it was mostly a habit, but it was also a good decoy to hide his real feelings.
Pesky, pesky feelings.
They should be illegal. They just made everything complicated, like how James really wanted to snog Sirius right now, but instead he had to pretend that he was just too drunk to stand properly so that Sirius would keep holding him close as they walked into town. Wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful Sirius who was so amazing and pretty…
James whined pitifully as he tripped over a crack in the pavement.
“Watch it, James!” Sirius exclaimed as James nearly pulled them both to the floor.
There was a slight chance that they didn’t need more alcohol, but it was too late to turn back now.
Sirius’ hand gripped on James’ arm, warm in the hurricane of cold that surrounded him. Even the simple touch made his heart flutter and James melted into Sirius’ side. “Warm…” he sighed.
“And here I thought I was hot. You wound me, Potter!”
The noise that James made was truly embarrassing. He sounded half like a strangled cat, and half like a drowned banshee. Sirius was hot. That was just a fact. Pretty much every witch or wizard that fancied boys in their year had asked Sirius out when they’d been at Hogwarts, and a fair few in other years. Every time James had burned with jealousy, but Sirius always rejected his suitors and returned to James with blinding smiles that turned his stomach to goo.
It wasn’t fair.
“Wouldn’t want to stoke your ego,” James grumbled, and if anyone asked he would blame his flushed cheeks on the cold and the whiskey.
“Pfft, you really are blind, my darling Prongs.”
Oh dear god. In Merlin and Morgana’s names, Sirius was trying to kill him. That was the only logical explanation.
“I need more whiskey. It’s cold, you’re hot… and I’m really drunk,” he whined, pouting at Sirius, only frowning when he realised his glasses were starting to fog up.
“Did you bring muggle cash?”
Fuck.
“Erm…”
“Me neither!” Sirius cheered gleefully, seeming far too sober for James’ liking.
The idiot always had held his booze better than James, claiming it was in his blood. Apparently, the Blacks could drink any other pureblood family under the table. It was something James had learned the hard way in sixth year when he’d tried to go toe to toe with Sirius on a night out at the Three Broomsticks. Well, according to Remus at any rate. James couldn’t remember a single thing of that night.
“Why so happy no money?” James slurred as he peered at his best friend.
Money was good. Without money they couldn’t buy more booze, and without more booze they couldn’t finish celebrating… the thing.
“Because, my dear Prongs.” James’ heart nearly gave out once more at the nickname and his stupid mouth let out a ridiculous giggle. “We can plan a heist!”
Oooh, now that did sound fun. Since leaving Hogwarts they never got the opportunity to play pranks and have fun. It was all war, death and destruction. He never regretted joining the fight, but Merlin, he missed having fun with his mates. A heist would be the perfect solution!
“I’m in!” He announced, throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulders. “What are we doing?”
Now, normally James would be in charge of the planning, but he was a great leader, and great leaders knew when they were too drunk to be in charge. Sirius was the best right hand man and would do an admirable job planning the shenanigans. All James had to do was listen and not get distracted by ogling at Sirius’ arse in those jeans.
Were jeans even allowed to be that tight?
How did one get into jeans that tight?
It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Sirius’ butt looked great, so very grabbable. James should test that theory.
Wait. No. Friends didn’t grope each others’ butts. That was a crush thing not a friend thing. Merlin, he was so screwed. Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea, but it was too late now! The heist was being planned.
Less of a heist and more of a robbery, but James would inevitably sneak some extra money into the till once he had cash. He was stupid rich and really didn’t need the money. It was just sometimes the thrill of doing something a little bit naughty was too enticing.
Unfortunately for both of them, it turned out that Sirius was a lot drunker than he let on and his plan pretty much entailed finding the nearest off-licence and stuffing bottles of whiskey into their coat pockets before hightailing it out of there. Naturally, the shopkeeper caught them and they ended up racing down the street. The world started to spin as they ran making James' stomach twist unpleasantly. Gasping for air, he gripped Sirius' hand and squeezed hard. If they didn't shake the cops soon then he was absolutely going to hurl and he really didn't want that. Whenever he threw up whilst drunk, his stomach was always too fragile to eat the next day.
Sirius turned to face him, shining like he really was the brightest star in the sky. His eyes were sparkling, silver pools of light that drew James in like a moth to a flame. There was a beaming smile on Sirius' face and he laughed maniacally as he linked their fingers together.
"Alright there?" Sirius asked, pulling James along despite his desperate need to stop. "Looking rather like Frank's toad. More green, less warts."
James just glared, not trusting himself to talk.
"I have an idea, come on!"
Sirius led them into the next alleyway, darting in at the last minute. The shadows engulfed them as Sirius plastered them to the wall. His body pressed up against James'. It was the end of James' last remaining braincell. All he could think about was the heat of Sirius' body, the feel of it against him. And oh, Merlin, Sirius' lips were so close, just centimetres away from his. It would be so easy to just lean in and-
"Where'd they go? Split up and find them!" The cop's voice was far too loud, too close. Even hiding in the darkness of the alley wouldn't save them for long.
James stared at Sirius with wide eyes. This was an all too familiar situation for them. How many times had they been stuck in broom closets and empty classrooms waiting for Filch to go past? Adrenaline coursed through him, mixing with the booze in his blood until he was downright giddy.
A giggle escaped his lips, followed by another one, and another.
"Shut it, James!" Sirius hissed, pressing his hand over James' mouth to muffle his laughter but it only made him laugh more.
It wasn't even funny, but he couldn't help it. Once James caught the giggles that was it. He couldn’t stop until he collapsed on the floor, clutching at his stomach to ease the cramps. Sirius knew this better than anyone. Normally he was right next to James on the floor, gasping for air. Any moment their eyes would lock it started all over again.
"James!" Sirius snapped, but it was no good, and James could see his friend's calm mask start to crack. There was a smile on his oh so kissable lips even as he glared at James. "We'll get caught. You need to stop!"
The thing was, with Gryffindors, they had a terrible habit of acting or saying things without thinking, and James was no exception. In fact, he was probably one the worst for it. It was a trait that had gotten him into more than his fair share of trouble, even if he never intended to do something stupid (which sometimes he really did). It was just that sometimes words would blurt out and consequences would follow.
In this case, when Sirius told him to stop, James blurted out "Make me!"
Sirius narrowed his eyes at James, his gaze flicking down to his lips before he shrugged. His hands cupped James cheeks and before James could process what was happening, Sirius kissed him.
Sirius was kissing him.
Holy Morgana’s tits!
James whined and kissed back eagerly, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. His hands flailed by his side before gripping into Sirius' leather jacket. Whiskey and cheap smokes. James would always remember their first kiss whenever he tasted whiskey or cheap smokes. It was something that was just the very essence of Sirius, with his leather and his vinyls and his cool, carefree attitude.
And by Godric, James was smitten. No one could hold a candle to Sirius Black in his opinion, and now that he knew what it was like to kiss Sirius Black, he knew that there was no going back.
When Sirius finally pulled away the cops were long gone and they were completely alone, but James was having any of it. He'd spent six years pining after his best mate, there was no way he was giving him up now.
"I wasn't done!" He whined, pouting up at Sirius who was looking incredibly flustered.
Good.
"Wait-" Sirius protested weakly but when their lips met again he was kissing back with just as much passion as James.
It was dizzying, magical, life-changing. James felt like his magical core was melting with Sirius'. They'd always been inseparable, understanding each other on a level that no one else comprehended, but now it felt like they were one. James and Sirius had become JamesAndSirius.
One kiss wasn't meant to mean that much.
This time when they broke apart, both panting and flushed, Sirius rested his forehead against James', letting out a soft sigh. "Tell me this isn't a joke to you, Jamie."
James chuckled, finding Sirius’ lips once more in a chaste but tender kiss. "I've never been more serious in my life."
Smirking, Sirius stepped back, brushing James' cheek with his knuckles. "I thought I was Sirius."
Despite everything, James snorted. It was a joke that never got old, even in moments like this. "My Sirius," he amended.
"My James," Sirius agreed.
Warmth bloomed in James' chest and he smiled brightly. The world might be a drunken haze, but he knew, clear as day, that he'd been Sirius' for a long, long time. He might not remember why they'd been celebrating in the first place, but he damn well knew why they were now.
"Yours, mine, ours…" James mumbled, pressing his face into Sirius' neck.
"Come on, Jamie, love," Sirius murmured as he ran his fingers through James' hair. "Let's go home."
I love Jily. I adore their dynamic - but what I enjoy about them is what canon suggests.
And most Jily fanfics pretty much ignores that.
James isn't a cocky bully and Lily isn't attracted to him despite despising him. Their different social and economic classes rarely matter. Snape is an irredeemable incel (which is a whole another post).
That's why I prefer canon settings because Muggle AUs are just pure fluff or contrived angst - not that that isn't fun, but they might as well be OCs rather than James and Lily.
Also, a lot of Jily authors and fic have a tendency to treat Lily as a moral yardstick. I've heard 'Lily wouldn't have fallen in love with him if he didn't change' a million times and what??? Why isn't Lily allowed to be messy and love someone who isn't perfect but is what she wants?
Lily is canonically a hypocrite ('But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?'). She was happy to ignore Snape calling everyone else slurs as long as he didn't say it to her. Once she starts liking James, who's to say she wouldn't turn a blind eye to the parts she doesn't like?
Which isn't to say James didn't actually grow up. A lot of anti James people like Sirius and Remus who were quite as bad as him, because they had the chance to see them as adults who were more mature.
But Lily is a separate character, not something to be used to measure that growth.
They obviously get along. They have similar moral codes, are clever and witty and enjoy jokes.
They are also both very complex, fascinating characters, however little they appear in the books, and fandom tends to simplify them into the perfect golden couple, which I have very little interest in.
That isn't to say I haven't read and written Jily fics that don't tackle these issues. There are some really great stories out there.
got my first ever official customer complaint because when i was going over the terms of their life insurance they were like "well i don't plan to die" and i was like "well you're going to"
Saving this post to show my boss who I told the AI flier makes us look lazy and ignorant, and offered to hand draw one. She still printed tons of ai fliers and I'm tempted to make a better one just because it annoys me so much.
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You mentioned that you find some of Harry’s behaviour OOC in DH, any chance you could talk more about that?
I can try. It's a long time since I've read Deathly Hallows. And there are certain factors that make it harder to judge whether Harry is truly out of character or just developing as a person. For one, we are, for the first time, outside of Hogwarts for the majority of the story. Secondly, Harry is going through some deep grieving of Dumbledore in this book. Thirdly, just thinking about everything Harry's been through by this point.
I don't think I've talked about this before, but grief is extremely hard to write. Grief takes very different forms and shapes, not just from person to person, but also from one specific circumstance to another. When my father died, I just wanted to move on. I went back to school after a day off, and life just continued, but then again, he'd been in a care home for two years before that, and he'd been sick for almost my entire life. When my best friend died, out of nowhere, I went into deep denial. For a full day, I just expected her to message me and say that it was a big joke, even though rationally I knew that her family wouldn't be joking about her being gone.
I'm using these examples because when I read about grief as a teenager after my dad died, I felt very alienated by the concept of people going into denial after people died, because that wasn't how I experienced grief. I thought it was a cheap trick that authors used that had no bearing in reality. And to this day, I do find that one of the things that most alienate me from a protagonist is a character experiencing grief in a way that I've never experienced it, and where I start to doubt that the author actually knows anything about grief. On the other hand, I now know rationally that, more likely than not, of course the author has gone through some sort of grief and they're putting that into their work. It's just that this grief is very different from the ways I have suffered.
I don't think we should underestimate just how tough it was for Harry to lose Dumbledore. Or how that shapes a lot of his decisions in the book.
The other thing I have to say before I go into this is that Harry does primarily act in character throughout the book. There are other characters that are far more out of character in the Deathly Hallows than Harry specifically. Harry giving Kreacher the locket, Harry burying Dobby the way he does, Harry asking Voldemort to feel remorse are all deeply true to Harry's character. And there are many other examples.
More than Harry being out of character, I think it's just a niggling feeling that the dynamic in the trio isn't like anything we've seen in the previous six books. And part of that can be explained by them not being at Hogwarts. But partly I do think that the seventh book is the book that suffers the most from being influenced by the movies.
All that being said, the key example that comes to mind is Rita Skeeter. Everyone blames Molly for believing the article in Witch Weekly in GOF. But very few people talk about the fact that Harry just full on believed Rita Skeeter's in this book. He is furious at Dumbledore for not having told him that he has a squib sister, even though the only proof he has for that is gossip (and it turns out not to be true). And no, Hermione and Ron pointing out how stupid it is for Harry to believe Rita Skeeter's after everything they've been through doesn't make up for the fact that it is stupid. Harry has spent so many books knowing that what the outside sees is nothing like what's actually happening. He spent several books being hounded by journalists, including Rita Skeeter, who are misquoting and misrepresenting him.
I'm also not entirely sure I buy the Harry's "Dumbledore should have told me everything about his childhood" storyline because Harry is fundamentally a very private person. And he respects that privacy in other people as well. Don't get me wrong, he asks questions, but he's not insulted when he realises, age 11, that Dumbledore is lying about seeing socks in the mirror. He just reflects on the fact that he probably didn't tell him the truth because it was a very private question.
Harry does have a strong bond with Dumbledore, and I do think that following the death in HBP, Harry does get lulled into this idea that he knew Dumbledore more than he did. I'm not sure if I can entirely call it out of character. But I just fundamentally couldn't buy into it. This is the boy who, when he learns that Sirius Black lived with his grandparents, didn't ask a single question about his grandparents. "Yeah, Caz! The thing here is that Harry relates to Ariana and feels angry at Albus for having kept this from him, and kind of equates Albus with the Dursleys". Sure. But then the other thing Harry learns, aged 15, is that Sirius ran away from home at 16. Harry has both fantasised about running away from the Dursleys and, in fact, run away from the Dursleys before. Again, he doesn't quiz Sirius about this. Nor is he angry at Sirius for not having told him this before he accidentally stumbles upon the story in Sirius' childhood home.
I guess I feel that Harry's anger at Dumbledore felt cheap. And I don't think it had to feel cheap. I think he could have felt anger at Dumbledore when he learns that he's got to sacrifice himself. I think some of everything that's happened throughout the book so far, such as learning certain truths about Dumbledore, could filter into that anger at that point. I also fundamentally believe in Harry's anger at Dumbledore for not having trained him well enough when they're out hunting for Horcruxes. In fact, I think there could have been more space given to the whole "he defeated Grindelwald, and we never talked about it."
But Harry wholeheartedly believing Rita Skeeter and being really angry at a man who is absolutely ancient for not having told him what happened in his childhood doesn't resonate with me.
Finally, I will just say that the biggest issue I have with Deathly Hallows is the same as everyone has, and it's pacing. The pacing is objectively poor. Everything else is details. It's choices, some of which I agree with, some of which I don't, but I do think she did a good job of wrapping up a very, very difficult storyline. And I think, given what we've seen with Game of Thrones (both the book series having no ending and more notably the way the series ended), Good Omens (again TV not the book) and so on and so forth, I think she did really well.
My greatest wish is really that she should have stopped where she stopped. Allowing those two other dudes to write The Cursed Child is the worst thing that ever happened to the series (but far from the worst thing she's done, so....).
saw your tags @did-sm1-say-catfish and yes, that link is broken! I looked into it, and it's because there are now multiple maps, including a map of India—
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
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I had a trip to Japan and my long flights made me thinking, which resulted in this. I especially like Remus' face, cause it's not clear whether he's uncomfortable because he is squeezed by the others, he's afraid of flying or he's trying to hide a boner... Probably a combination of these😅 He's mentally writing a story about them joining the mile high club to disctract himself:
Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, amazing gift art by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!
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Written for the @jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May 2026!
Read on AO3 (100 words) or under the cut:
“This one.”
“Huh.” Lily’s eyebrows draw together. “Not what I had in mind.”
Nevertheless, she plucks the deerstalker out of Sirius’s hands and tries it on; luxuriantly soft, brown checked tweed that works perfectly with her hair. She flaps the front visor up and down, looking in the mirror from different angles, winking flirtatiously and batting her eyelashes.
“I wonder if—”
Cautiously, she peers around the shop; her gaze catches James Potter at the back, modelling a jacket, all smirks and broad shoulders. Not a look at her. Her smile falters.
“Trust me,” Sirius’s voice comes. “You need this one.”
