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Drunk With Power

a @jilymicrofics production

James Potter, insufferable prat, gets the Head Boy badge.

“Sit up straight, Evans.” The tip of his wand presses between her hunched shoulders; she sits up immediately, wincing at the interruption in her reading. “Sod off, Potter.” “You can’t tell me that now.” It’s supposed to be a severe tone, but the mirth in it is unmistakable. “I’m Head Boy.” He’s been at it all day; strutting with his chest extra puffed up to show off his badge, telling everyone to fix their collars or tie their shoelaces, boinking Sirius with his wand on the head when he gives him cheek. “Drunk with power,” Remus called him. And then James ordered him to polish his Prefect badge.

Read the rest on AO3! Completed, 746 words.

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“There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad.” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J. K. Rowling

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Looks like it already started!!

hi just wanted to let you know that pengiwen will be uploading tms to ao3 when the series is complete... i'm not sure how long that will be but she's on the third book of the order of the phoenix years and i believe she said there would be 5 books total for this section of the series (idk for sure since the plan might've changed)... she's been updating insanely quick too

Really? That's so good to hear, thank you for letting me know! I've been hearing a LOT about this fic and was always wondering why they weren't posting it on Ao3 as well, but good to know it will be posted there one day.

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Jily Microfic: Hostile

@jilymicro-oops - feb 29th, prompt: hostile - words: 1,812 Summary: The chaos concludes with a dramatic flourish. Part 3 of 3! Read Part 1 & Part 2 first; or, better yet, read the whole lil academic rivals micros series so you can catch all the references in this silly little trio-finale that I've had far too much fun writing :D

James is having a good time. Well – he's having a fine time. He's not hating the whole thing, anyway. After two weeks of hearing it beside his ear, he's starting to get used to the volume of Tamara's laugh, and she is actually funny sometimes. Her dark hair falls across her shoulders in a way he should find attractive, and her foot keeps “accidentally” touching his calf in a way he should like, and she peers at him through her lashes in a way he should find enticing…

But he just keeps thinking about lemon tart.

Because, here's the thing. He knows it's Lily's favorite – she complained about its absence at the start of term feast last year, and when they had the lesson on Amortentia it was the only scent she actually named, and she told him – and only a few weeks ago, at that! He'd offered to share his sticky toffee pudding and she'd pulled a face, remarking it was far too sweet for her liking, and he'd said, “Ah, right, lemon tart,” and she'd smirked and shrugged, which, alright, wasn't a firm ‘yes, that's my favorite’, but he knows her smirks…so what's she playing at? 

“James?” Tamara's sweet-like-toffee-pudding voice draws his attention back. “You alright?” she asks with a laugh. 

“Oh, yeah,” James chuckles, waving a hand. “Sorry, got, er… Well, your hair just looks really nice.” 

She beams, and he's an arse. He’s very aware of this. He’s always sort of teetered on the edge of being an arse – though, yes, on a number of occasions he’s fully fallen on the side of the arseholes… Alright, fine, for a number of years he fell on the side of the arseholes, but, you know, barely, and – the point is, he never would have become this big of an arse on purpose… It all just sort of happened. One moment he’s awkwardly agreeing that a girl is cute, the next moment he’s talking to her in the hallway because he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying ‘sorry, that joke was really only for my mates’, and all of a sudden, she’s eating lunch with him every day and asking what he’s doing for the Hogsmeade visit this weekend and he’s trying to come up with something other than ‘obsessing about fucking lemon tart, what about you?’

Tammy giggles. “Thanks…” she says, nervously tugging on a strand of hair. “Well, erm, I was saying – I’ve never actually tried butterbeer, but it’s really good.”

James nods, “Yeah, definitely.”

Merlin’s mother's saggy tits, though, if it isn't lemon tart, then what the fuck's Lily Evans’ favorite dessert?

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“‘Join me’?” Lily repeats, incredulous at this request. “You want to help me crash your best mate’s date?”

The three Gryffindors share glances between one another and mumble unintelligibly before turning back to her each with a shrug and a nod. 

“We’re really bored,” Peter explains. 

“And I don’t actually think he’ll care much,” Remus says, shrugging again.

“Plus,” Sirius adds with a grin, “I’m dying to see how red James’s face’ll get.”

“Wait,” Lily turns her eyes to Remus. “Why don’t you think he’ll care much?”

The three boys start sharing glances again, and Lily huffs.

“Would you quit with that!” she barks, glaring when Sirius chortles.

“Blimey, Evans, no need to get hostile…”

“At least it’s only a Level Three…” she hears Peter mutter.

“Level Three, really?” Sirius sounds incredulous. “Pete, c’mon, she’s clearly only at Level Two.”

“I’m what?” 

Annoyance pounding in her veins, Lily checks over her shoulder out of habit, and catches a glimpse of Tamara’s foot tapping James’s leg beneath the table. The tips of her ears burn and she feels nauseous. 

She can’t stand this a minute longer.

“Fine,” she tells the boys, then turns and enters the pub before she can change her mind.

(This really ran away from me, so read the rest on AO3!)

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Prongs and Prongslet

(ask box is open)

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some of my favorite panels prt.1

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It's them 👀

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It's them 👀

#😂 sorry not sorry #jily #james potter #lily evans #meme

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Hell Is Empty (And All The Devils Are Here)

A gift for @jamesunderwater !!! Written for the @jilymicrofics Jily Gift Exchange, 2024

Read here on AO3!

“I guess I sort of fucked it, didn’t I?” James asks. He doesn’t explain further—doesn’t dare to, in his current location—but he can tell from the look on his best mate’s face that he knows exactly what James is getting at. Try not to flirt with Lily, and I reckon we’ll pull it off… Oops.

When an Order mission takes an unexpected turn, James and Lily find themselves stranded together. In the aftermath of the chaos, sheltering together through the storm, a fire catches between them.

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Chapter 12: Epilogue

I can't believe it's over! thank you so much for all the love & comments on this fic, this has really been a joy to write. Writing a multi-chapter muggle AU has really helped my writing! I am currently in the process of writing a new second chances AU so look out for that soon! <3

The post-concert giddiness doesn’t last long. Before they know it, they’re all being shuffled into a large dark room, Marlene huffing and Dorcas’ phone glued to her ear.

“What’s up?”

Lily can tell the news isn’t great. Marlene - her friend of many years, has her determined face on, her eyes narrowed, her lips pursed.

“Management called - they’re threatening Dorcas’ job-” James instantly steps forward, voice raised -” BUT’” Marlene gives him an evil stare, “But she’s fine. We haven’t done anything wrong. The email we ‘sent’ confirming the setlist didn’t get to them in time for them to approve and they know what you boys are like, so I was able to spin this in a way they get them more money.”

“More money?” Lily asks, her back pressed against James' chest, his arms around her waist.

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I need an outlet for my marauders brainrot, so here I am, crawling back to tumblr

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“I need you to do me a favor.” Lily Evans never knew how quickly the sound of her voice made his heart race with anticipation.

James Potter glanced up from his homework, hastily scribbled during his break on a bench in the courtyard. The autumn leaves cascaded around, creating a picturesque scene behind his girlfriend, whose hair glistened like the fiery foliage in the sunlight. With a quick motion, James tucked his quill behind his ear, took her hand, and guided her to stand between his legs.

“Of course, what do you need?" He extended his hand to trace her freckles. She was so accustomed to his closeness that she didn't even flinch as his fingertips brushed against her face, rekindling a familiar fire in his belly.

She chewed on her bottom lip adorably, like she was contemplating something, before she stated firmly, “I need you to get detention.”

James raised a brow at her with disbelief and let out half a laugh. “Are you asking me to break the rules?”

A surge of excitement tingled through him. Lily usually upheld maturity and morals, often emphasizing the need for school leaders to maintain a higher standard of behavior. Sirius dubbed it a constant high horse, whereas Lily favored the term confident leadership. James leaned more into Sirius’ path, but he knew as head boy he really ought to not be a hypocrite.

Sometimes though, detention was inevitable.

Lily settled onto his right knee, her arm draping his shoulder casually as she implored, “I am begging you actually, because I heard Mulciber is the prefect covering detention and I don’t want to be stuck in a room for an hour with him…he creeps me out.”

“Why are you stuck with Mulciber?” James asked as his finger twirled a bit of her hair, “it’s Friday, you have off from head duties.”

Lily’s green eyes rolled back to emphasis her annoyance, “no, I don’t, I have detention.”

James nearly choked on his own spit from surprise, “wait, you have detention? How?”

“I told Professor Kettleburn to fuck off,” she said it so nonchalantly, he actually let out a little laugh as she continued, “I told him to fuck off because he was telling everyone werewolves are low life bums who deserve to rot in Azkaban.”

That struck a nerve. James knew why it had annoyed Lily too. Their best friend Remus was a werewolf. Kettleburn knew that too, all the teachers did. Only a few of the students were aware why Remus looked so sickly and stayed aloof unless he was with his friends. For Kettleburn to outright say those things in class knowing there was a werewolf at Hogwarts—James’ blood boiled at the thought of the sick intentions behind the lecture.

James gently pushed Lily off and stood up, “Well, I’ll be right back.”

Lily got a dejected look as she took his spot on the bench, “wait, where are you going?”

James pulled his sack up off the ground, stuffing his quill and notebook inside. “I’m going to put tiny dung bombs all over Professor Kettleburn’s office.”

Lily tilted her head, “but he’s probably in his office.”

“That’s the point.”

“He might murder you,” Lily said, “and I prefer my boyfriend alive, for snogging.”

He chuckled at her reasoning, cheeks warm as he thought of their last snog only that morning which had made them both miss potions. “I’m breaking a rule, like you asked me too do.”

“I mean Kettleburn would deserve it,” Lily murmured as she examined chipped paint on one of her fingernails, “he’s a miserable old ass.”

James leaned down to kiss her cheek swiftly as he heaved his bag onto his left shoulder, “I’m killing two birds with one stone love, see you at five for detention!”

He leaned back just in time to watch the diamonds in her green eyes light up. She ruffled his hair in an affectionate manner before he stood up straight.

“It’s a date,” she mused, “we can snog the whole time and piss Mulciber off.”

James cackled as he sauntered off, grateful he had three dung bombs left in his school bag’s back pocket from when he’d set some off in Ravenclaw’s locker room at quidditch. They would work nicely. Aware of the inquisitive eyes on him, he pulled one of the bombs out, ignoring the titters of the portraits watching him. Any students he passed saw the look in his eyes and kept running.

The bell for class would ring in five minutes, so he had to be quick and efficient. He took a shortcut through the bougainvillea portrait, arriving at Professor Kettleburn’s office in record time. Kettleburn was at his desk, ready and available to be rained on by dung bombs.

James knew he wouldn’t get his homework done at all now, but he was doing his girlfriend a favor, and who was he to say no to a little mischief?

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“a fresh slice of a plastic galaxy on the ceiling of her four-poster, the renewed glow a nostalgic reminder of her earlier years in hogwarts. it should be cinnamon apple, not apple cinnamon, she remembers sometimes as well, laughing quietly in the dark, eyes already closed.

(also: because i like you, he said. not like that, he said. i think you're cool, he said.)” — bad day wall (ao3)

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the same rule applies to goodness and grief  

by gigglesandfreckles

Summary:

“I need your assurance that if this all goes tits up and you end up dead, you’re not gonna haunt me for stealing your family.”

“I’m starting to question whether your concern for my safety is genuine.”

“Just can’t help it, Prongs. World's cutest baby. You and stupid Evans. Beautiful people. I hate you both.”

“Good night, Sirius,” says Lily, shaking her head in laughter.

[or: James is starting to worry Lily so she calls in reinforcements]

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drunk doodle of the head students

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Lily x James

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