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"Well, Iâm sorry that I love you! I tried not to, but.âÂ
Airplane meetingsÂ
đśEvery rock and every river. Every sore and every splinter. I would climb every mountain with youđś The Mountain Song- Tophouse
Complicated handshakes
âIt is remarkably easy to buy an axe in Central London.â
Love confessions when the other is sleeping
đśNothing makes me happier than watching you win. Hey thatâs something new, I was a selfish kidđś Jellyfish by Slowly, Slowly
Watching TV shows togetherÂ
"I'll be the one in white."
Theatre plays!
đśI'm a little pawn still in your game, And you ignore my advances, I turn my head and I look away, But I can't control my eyes around youđś Alright with me by Kris Allen
Prank wars!
âStop laughing before I tell my joke!â
đśI want to know your story, So make the story last, I want to know each twist and turn.đś A Thousand and One Nights by Twisted by Team Starkid
Loving you was blue đÂ
đśAnd if you remembered me, You could save me from the way I tend to be.đś The Way I Tend to Be by Frank Turner
Divination classÂ
đśwould it be enough if I could never give you peaceđś Peace by Taylor Swift
A little white lieÂ
"Maybe we both dieâprobablyâbut maybe not. Maybe...maybe everything works out. And we end up somewhere else."
Fever dreams
đśI know we only met but let's pretend it's love" Live while we're young by One Direction
Remote cabin
đśand we watch the sunset over the castle on the hillđś Castle on the hill by Ed Sheeran"
Stomach summersaultsÂ
đśWars will never cease, is there time enough for peaceđś Lily of the valley by Queen
Accidentally holding hands
âI'm totally, absolutely, not drunk at all!â
Truth, dares, spin the bottles
đśSo it's one for the chaos, And one for the craic, One for the kiss, I should not have done thatđś Doodles by Rose Betts
Leaving a pumpkin on someone's doorstep after their party
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I know we only met but let's pretend it's love (ao3)
Summary: "He breaks the kiss to look at her; his breathing heavy, his pupils blown, and his eyes filled with something more than lust."
A jily Love-at-first-sight story using @jilytoberfest 2025's 31 Prompts list
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Lily wakes up to the warmth of the morning sunlight on her face. The balmy summer air drifts in through her open window, bringing with it the sweet smell of fresh flowers and the faint noise of vehicles moving down the road.
She reaches an arm out to check the time on her alarm clock and her hand brushes past a pair of glasses resting on her beside table.
His glasses.
Her overnight guestâs arm currently lays over her waist and she traces her hand along the length of it, over the sheets. He tightens his hold and pulls her closer into him, her back flush against his chest.
âGood morning,â his voice murmurs at the back of her ear, sending a shock right down to her core.
Her reply comes out as a sigh as she feels his lips leaving lazy kisses down the back of her neck.
She turns around when he reaches her shoulder and looks at him. His features look almost sculpture-like in the daylight, his hair still as soft as it was last night, and she loses herself in his tender gaze until he drops his head and presses a gentle kiss on her lips.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Lily finds herself blushing and taps his temple. âYouâre not wearing your glasses.â
He gives her a challenging look and reaches for the bedside table, almost entirely enveloping her with his body for a moment, and retrieves his glasses.
He raises an eyebrow. âStill beautiful.â
Lily laughs and traces his jaw. She pulls him in for another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, hand trailing down his neck, encircling his shoulder, while his strays under the sheets, grabbing her hips, tracing patterns over her curves.
âJames,â she gasps.
He breaks the kiss to look at her; his breathing heavy, his pupils blown, and his eyes filled with something more than lust.
He softly brushes strands of hair from her face. âHave you got any more of your jokes from last night?â
Lily laughs, surprised. âNo.â
James narrows his eyes. âCome on, I know you do,â he smiles at her, âIâm asking nicely. Please?â
âOh, Alright.â
She thinks for a moment.
âWhy did the astronaut break up with his girlfriend?â
âWhy?â James grins.
Lily looks at him with mirth. âBecause he needed space.â
His laugh fills the silent morning, almost too perfectly, and her eyes are on the single dimple on his cheek when the doorbell rings.
Lily detangles herself from the sheets and pulls on a dressing gown, ambling towards the front door, a small smile on her face, which promptly disappears as she opens the door just a smidge and peeks outside.
âI canât believe youâre still asleep!â
âPetunia?â Lily asks in confusion. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâve decided to go to Cokeworth from here,â her sister says curtly, âArenât you going to let me in?â
Lily blanches. âJust- Just a minute, Petunia. Iâll be-â
She shuts the door and sprints towards her bedroom and then backtracks to roughly grab Jamesâ shoes.
âYou need to leave,â she announces as she bursts the door open. Jamesâ expression changed from that of happiness to surprise to shock.
âIs everything okay?â He asks, getting out of bed already and pulling on his jeans.
âYes,â Lily stumbles in and closes the door, âyes, I canât explain now, but you canât be here.â
Jamesâ eyes fall on his shoe in her hands and he raises his eyebrows before pulling on his shirt.
âItâs my sister,â Lily whispers furiously, âShe ruins everything- I canât let her-â
âLily, itâs alright,â James says quietly. âItâs okay, Iâll just- climb out of the window or something.â
He looks so dejected and Lilyâs heart drops. âIâm really sorry, I donât-â
âReally,â James states, firmer this time, âItâs okayâŚâ
âCome back next week,â Lily blurts out.
James stops with one leg out her window.
She takes a shallow breath, and catches his eyes. âPlease, come here next friday. Weâll- We will have dinner or-â
Before she could finish, he gives her a curt nod and jumps out of view.
~~~~~
Lily spends the weekend at her parentsâ house. Lily is looking at the old photo frames in the mantel when Petunia and her mum enter the living room, carrying mugs of hot chocolate. Her mum passes one to Lily with a smile.
âDad has stopped drinking anything after lunch,â she says. âSays it makes him all drowsyâŚâ
Lily makes her way to the front door and leans over the porch, gazing idly at the flower garden.
âPenny for your thoughts?â her dad asks from the floor, where he sits sawing wooden boards.
Lily shrugs and sends him a sad smile. âDo you ever just feel like youâve made a stupid mistake?â
âAll the time, love!â her dad booms, throwing up his hands. She stands watching as he goes back to designing a shelf for the orchids.
On Monday, she finds two failed experiments waiting for her at work and spends the entire day working.
She sends barrages of texts to her friends any time she is free on Tuesday and stays awake most of the night, weighing all the contradicting advice they gave her.
Wednesday passes in a whirl between training and meetings and grocery shopping. She finds herself frozen with shock every time she sees someone at the farmerâs market with a messy mop of hair.
Thursday evening, she is sitting on one of the plush sofas of Old Mrs Bathilda, the woman who owns the apartment. She had come to drop a parcel she picked up from the mailbox when the kind woman invited her in for tea and somehow, Lily ends up sharing her woes with her.
âI was wondering who that nice young man I saw at the backyard was,â Bathilda says with a twinkle in her eyes.
Lily blushes and sips her tea. âI donât think youâll be seeing him again,â she says after a while in a small voice.
Bathilda smiles at her ruefully. âYou really liked him, didnât you?â
Lily nods.
âYou will find your person one of these days, my dear,â she says as she hugs her bye at the door.
âNeed help finding love, Lily?â
âGo to hell, Bones,â Lily says, rolling her eyes at her other neighbour who had just entered the floor.
âTea, Edgar?â Bathilda asks him with a smile.
âNow, you, Bathilda,â he says, throwing an arm around her, âI love you.â
Lily wakes up on Friday after a night of disturbed sleep. She leaves work early and, feeling stupid about it all the same, waits at home.
At half past six, someone knocks on her door and she drops her ladle on the floor.
She curses under her breath and rushes to open the door.
âHey, Lily! Iâm going- wow, no need to look so upset,â Edgar drawls.
Lily sighs. âWhat do you want, Bones?â
âLover boy will be backâŚâ he says and Lily tries to hide her worry. âIâm going down to the bar, by the way. Hereâs my key, please feed the cat if Iâm not back tonight.â
Lily raises her eyebrows. âWhy not?â
âUm,â Edgar coughs, feigning offense, âBecause what if I meet someone and go to his home?â
âOfcourse.â Lily accepts the keys with a fake scowl. âHave fun.â
Watching him saunter down the hallway, Lily smiles to herself, before she closes the door. She had just entered the kitchen again when the doorbell rings again.
âBloody hell, EdgarâŚâ she mutters and jumps carefully over the puddle of gravy on the floor.
âEdgar, I swear to-â
She stops short and stares, her hand still on the door knob.
Standing at her doorstep with a hesitant smile, flushed cheeks and a hopeful expression, is James.
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31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 617 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 31, 1977
âTragic, truly tragic,â came a familiar voice from behind them. âNot even through their first date and theyâre already fighting. True love is indeed a lie.â
âPadfoot,â James groaned, as they both turned to see thier best friend leaning casually against a lamppost, arms crossed. âAre you stalking us?â
âOf course not,â Sirius said smoothly. âItâs a small village, Prongs. I just happened to be loitering like the young rascal that I am while you two walked by.â
âShouldnât you be inside charming Rosmerta for free drinks?â Lily asked.
Sirius clutched his heart dramatically. âDonât say her name! My heartâs been shattered. I walked into the pub only to find her being kissed by some red-haired scoundrel!â
âWho was it?â James asked, intrigued.
Sirius sighed, instantly abandoning the act. âNo idea. He was wearing Auror robesâthink heâs a Prewett. Couldâve been a Weasley, but I donât think any of them are Aurors. Anyway!â He straightened, eyes glinting. âI just realized neither of you have properly thanked me.â
âFor what?â James said flatly.
âFor this!â Sirius gestured between them. âYour epic romance. I played matchmaker, endured months of tension and pining, and all I get is slander!â
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Day 27, Prompt: Accidentally holding hands
Lily consulted the last of the items on her list. Mary had requested liquorice wands. She adjusted the heavy bag of confectionary taking care not to upend everything onto the stone floor of Honey Dukes, as she blindly reached for the sweets. Her hand brushed something warm and she jumped.
"Sorry, you first." James fiddled with his glasses, a bag as big as hers tucked under one arm.
"Your lot down with it too then?" she asked.
He nodded. "Probably running Pomfrey mad in the hospital wing. You're still feeling okay though?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Marlene and Dorcas are pretty much recovered just constantly bickering, but Mary still sounds like she's swallowed a jar of scorpion tails."
James grimaced. "Well, if you ever want some peace and quiet. My dorm is empty."
"Thanks Potter, I might just have to take you up on the offer."
@jilytoberfest Can I knock out prompts 22-31 in a single day? Let's find out!
Day 22, Prompt: đśI know we only met but let's pretend it's love" Live while we're young by One Direction
James was used to being approached by attractive women in bars. Not to sound too cocky about his own appearance but he was good looking, and his dress sense at the very least implied he was a man good with money. He looked well put together. What he was not used to was being proposed to at a bar by a very attractive woman.
"I heard you get free dessert at this place if you get engaged. And no offence to the chef but I am not paying thirty quid for a self saucing pud."
Now that was a proposition he could get behind. He did have a soft spot for the self-saucing chocolate cake.
"Little hard without a ring don't you think?" he asked, turning his body to face her better and drinking in the way her dress clung to the curve of her frame. Merlin she was drop dead gorgeous. "Place like this doesn't scream spontaneous proposal."
She slipped a ring from one finger and discreetly placed it on the bar under her fingers and slid it across to him. "Think they'll be able to tell the difference between a real diamond ring and something made of cheap zirconia?"
He placed his hand over hers, taking possession of the ring. "How bold! But no, I don't think they will. I mean it would be rude of the wait staff to point out to you I'm a cheapskate on the happiest day of your life wouldn't it?"
"I'm Lily by the way," she whispered, stepping into his personal space and wrapping an arm around his neck sending a thrill down his spine.
"James." He swallowed thickly. They'd only just met but damn it was already starting to feel a whole lot like love.
31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 406 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 30, 1977
The crunch of autumn leaves mixed with Lilyâs laughter as she darted around the great beech tree by the lake, boots skidding through gold and amber. She ducked behind the trunk, crouching low, waiting for her moment. When James came around the other side, she pouncedâflinging an armful of leaves straight onto his head.
âOi!â he shouted, sputtering as bits of red and gold clung to his hair. Before she could run, he lunged, tackling her into the leaf-strewn grass. They rolled together, breathless and laughing, the world spinning in a blur of color and warmth.
It was ridiculous and childish and perfect. Lily couldnât stop smiling. For a heartbeat, it felt like they were caught in their own little worldâa pocket of never-ending autumn where they were young and in love and nothing bad could ever touch them.
James rolled her onto her back and hovered above her, his grin wide and golden in the fading light. Then he kissed her slowly with the smell of leaves and the wood fire from Hagridâs cabin in the air.
âJames,â she murmured against his mouth. âI have an idea.â
âYeah?â
âI think we should carve our names into the tree.â
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31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 497 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 29, 1977
âI had my first kiss that night,â Lily said, her eyes still on the stars.
James turned to her. âDid you? With whom? I promise not to get too jealous. Maybe just snog you senseless in front of him to make my point.â
Lily tilted her head, smiling. âYou really donât know?â
He frowned. âShould I? We werenât exactly friends then.â
âYeah, but you and Sirius were. I thought he wouldâve told you.â
James froze. âWait. You and Sirius? First kiss? Youâre joking.â
âNope. Right here, actually.â
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31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 595 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 28, 1977
The roar of the kitchen fire, the clatter of pots, and the quick patter of elf feet surrounded them as James and Lily perched on one of the long wooden counters, sharing a bottle of house-made mead.
âWell, Motty,â James said, raising the bottle in salute, âyou were right. Your familyâs mead really is the best aroundâmiles better than that swill Gilper tried to get me to drink last week.â
âTis true,â Motty said proudly, puffing out her small chest. âMottyâs family has been making mead for generations.â
âAnd you sell it?â Lily asked, taking a sip and smiling at the warm sweetness spreading through her.
âOh, no, Miss,â Motty said quickly, shaking her head so hard her ears flopped. âMotty cannot sell what she makes. That is against the law.â
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31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 380 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 27, 1977
âYou know,â Sirius said, leaning over Remusâs workstation to look Lily dead in the eye during Potions, âI realize you and Prongs are in the throes of young love and all, but you donât have to hold hands during class. Walking through the corridors, fineâthatâs practically a Hogwarts rite of passage. But it must make potion-brewing a bit complicated with only one hand.â
Lily felt her face heat up as she glanced downâher hand was still clasped in Jamesâs. She immediately dropped it. âI hadnât realized we were still holding hands.â
James looked at his now-empty hand and frowned. âNow it feels weirdly cold.â
Peter groaned. âYouâre disgusting, you know that? You didnât used to be this lame.â
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The second round of chapters are already posted! You have time until 30th October to find the killer! Can you find them before Alastor Moody does?
Many thanks to our mastermind, @tedwardremus, and our writers: @abihastastybeans, @annabtg, @blackseatwenty, @di-daynamic, @ginnyw-potter, @potterwitch4-ao3, @siriuslychessi and @sophie-hatter-jenkins!
31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 501 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 26, 1977
It honestly surprised Lily how long it had taken him to finally talk to her.
Or perhaps it wasnât surprising at all. Severus would have wanted to wait until she was aloneâand ever since sheâd kissed James, there was hardly a moment when she and James werenât together.
But that afternoon, James and Sirius had gone off to do something Lily decided it was best not to ask too many questions about, which left her studying alone in the library. To her surprise, it turned out to be her most productive hour of the term. For one of the top students in their year, James Potter made an incredibly distracting study partner.
On her way back to the dormitory, she turned a corner and heard her name whispered softly.
âLily.â
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âNoâthree. Iâm an option arenât I?â His eyes widen in mock horror. âOr, wait, have you already eliminated me? Have I really already been cast aside for some pricks in an ascot?â
âYouâre going to be more than eliminated if you donât come back over here.â
A very steamy, silly, short piece for @jilytoberfest Day 8: Watching TV together.
NOTE: This is T+ to M rated!!!! Sexual tomfoolery abounds!
31 Days of @jilytoberfest
@jilymicrofics: 434 words
A series of microfics for Jilytober 2025, all taking place in October 1977, leading up to James and Lilyâs first date.
October 25, 1977
Lily loved watching James practice Quidditch â which was further proof of how far gone she really was. Watching a match was one thing; watching practice was quite another. But there was something about the way James moved on a broom, the way he coached his teammates through new plays, always patient, always exuberant. His laughter carried across the pitch, warm and infectious, and his joy for the game was unmistakable. It was a rare kind of pleasure â watching someone you care about lose themselves entirely in what they love.
If there was one thing Lily had learned early on, back when she and James first became friends last year, it was that he was a complete broom snob.
He denied it, of course â âIâm a man of the people,â heâd said loftily, âIâd never judge someoneâs personal possessions.â Sirius had laughed so hard heâd been kicked out of the Hogsmeade bookshop.
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