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Your most recent fic is pure brilliance. You delved into Regulus’s horrible little mind so perfectly! It’s one of the rare times I’ve actually seen someone do justice to Regulus’s character and acknowledge that him dying to get the locket doesn’t necessarily mean that he wasn’t still a horrible little bigot who saw himself as above others.

Thank you!

If you are looking for another fantastic Regulus piece I recommend Mors certa, hora incerta by @artemisia-black

The Regulus truthers are out there! There are dozens of us who find him an interesting character while not erasing what canon tells us about him.

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I saw this yesterday, and I had to immediately draw something!

@eloisehopkins

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“Let me ride you.”

Helloooo Anon! Here's a little treat.(The prompt came from This post! Feel free to send me another smut prompt challenge~)

I have soooo many of these smut prompt requests (thank you!) so if you sent one to me I'll get to it I promise! I keep telling myself to write a super micro fic and then end up writing at least 500+ words...oof.

Read under the cut! AO3 Link

“I’m knackered.”

He isn't surprised anymore to find her in his bed after a full moon—she had been sneaking in for months now, skipping the step of staking out in the common room to wait where they both knew she would inevitably end up anyhow. 

“You’re alive,” she teases, kicking the bed covers off her lower half and opening her arms to him. He closes the bed curtains and collapses into her, nuzzling his head into the crook of her shoulder and presses soft kisses into the skin. 

She tugs at the bottom of his dirty t-shirt and he rises to let her shuck it off, undoing his belt and following suit with his dirt-stained trousers. Her eyes scan up and down his nearly naked form and he smirks, catching her in the act. 

“Alright, there Evans,” he says, settling back and melting into the feel of her finger pads dancing around the skin on his back. 

“I’m alright—could be better.”

Before he can even question, one of her hands reaches around and snakes between them, softly cupping him through his underpants. He was already semi-hard from the sight of her in his bed ( a reaction that never subsides despite it no longer being a novelty), but under her warm palm he is instantaneously ready for her, hips pushing down to create as much friction as the thin fabric separating them will allow. 

“Sorry,” she pants out, “There’s just something about you risking your life that makes me want you so badly—I should probably unpack that…”

While she talks, her hand crawls up just enough to slide under his waistband. Grasping his cock, she swirls a thumb on his tip, making James hiss into her neck. 

“Don’t—don’t ever apologize for wanting to shag me, Evans. Fuck–is that what you do? Just sit here getting yourself randy until I return?”

His hand lifts to tug under her sleep shirt, reaching for a nipple that is protruding against him from under the flimsy fabric. He tweaks it softly and migrates his mouth to the other, giving hot, open mouth kisses down her neck and sternum before pulling down the top enough for her tit to peek out and be claimed by his lips. 

“Why do you think—ah— there’s already a silencing charm on the bed when you get back?” Her back arches into his mouth, hand tightening around his shaft in response to her own pleasure. 

He moans with her tit between his teeth and the vibration makes her cry out. 

“Fuck, Lily…are you saying that–”

“I touch myself in your bed, yes.” 

His mouth detaches from her chest, mouth open and eyes blown out. 

Shit, That’s so hot—so hot.”

A hand bolts between her legs, finding the scrap of knickers she is wearing completely soaked through. 

“Lily…do you, oh Merlin, do you make yourself come?”

Her hips tip up into his hand, begging for his fingers to slip around the fabric and into the pool the coats her clit. 

“Sometimes—not always, but today yes.”

“Oh fucking hell.”

His ability for coherent speech falters, unable to process the image of Lily waiting for him with her small fingers pumping in and out from between her legs. The thought alone is enough to make him come, his cock giving a violent twitch in her hand.

She leans her head up, free hand tangling into his hair and pulling him down against her lips while the other releases his cock to claw at his remaining clothing. 

“Will you fuck me now? Please?”

He makes an intelligible sound.“Yes, Yes. Merlin I love it when you beg—just give me one second, please just a moment.” 

He shuts his eyes tight, the room spinning from the lingering exhaustion of the night mixed with the newfound feel of his cock slipping between her thighs, making him embarrassingly close to coming already. 

He feels a soft push, small hands tugging his body over to get out from under him. He moves instinctually to her unspoken request, collapsing down to take her place on the bed while she rises up, settling so his cock presses between her slick folds. 

“ I forgot you’re knackered,” she teases, sliding her hands up his chest and hovering herself so the tip of his cock is already stretching into her. His head falls back, exposing his neck and she trails her hand onto it, letting her fingers curl into a light chokehold. 

“Evans–” 

She lowers her hips, taking the length of his cock into her at an ungodly slow speed, making sure he can feel every inch of her. 

“Let me ride you baby,” she exhales, finally sliding the last of him inside and rocking her hips, "You just relax, I’ll do the work.”

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☉ SHARK TANK: make a case for why I should write a character, pairing, or trope that I haven’t yet!

Characters: Regulus, James (nerd) and Lily!

Pairing Regulily

Trope: best friends brother/annoyance to lovers/ forbidden romance

I feel like you can work this trope/pairing into an amazing fic because the dynamic is simply endgame.

You have the lusting over a DE while being in the Order. Not just that but I feel you could really create a lasting impression for this pairing.

You thought this prompt wouldn't inspire me? You thought I'd just reply with a gif and a sarcastic comment.

Well Happy Birthday @nena-96. I hope you enjoy your regulily

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“Rough or gentle?” 

(The prompt came from This post! Feel free to send me another smut prompt challenge~)

FINALLY, I have saved myself and wrote below 500 for one of these prompts.

Some Order Jily blowing off some stream. Bless them.

Read under the cut or on AO3

The bookshelf creaks as they slide against it to the ground, some of the books spewing dust which they hardly notice falling in their hair. 

“I thought I would never touch you again.” James pulls–no, claws at Lily’s blouse, making buttons clatter to the ground around them. 

“When you didn’t come back with Moody and the others…” he teeters off, partly because he is too busy latching onto her now exposed breasts, but also because he doesn’t want to put to words what had crossed his mind during the five hours she had been missing. Saying it would give it more power he was willing to allow. 

“James–” It comes out as a half moan, Lily trying to gain a level head despite her fiancé’s hands roaming every part of her body.

“James–don’t rush, I’m here, I’m fine.” 

He crashes their lips together, her words being just what he needed to finally believe that she is in fact alive, flesh and blood, kneeling in a pile of their clothes beside him. 

“I’m sorry Evans, but I need you. Oh Merlin fuck I don’t think I’ve ever needed you more in my life. I thought you were gone…” 

She doesn’t need the apology. She understands his fear, his urgency, his unbridled want completely. Their mouths continue to slant together, tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths, teeth biting and nipping as though the only way to stay safe together now is to completely devour the other. 

In their revelry, Lily falls backwards and James follows her down, eyes scanning her now naked body with raw hunger. 

“I love you, James. We aren’t getting separated again—tomorrow I’ll talk to Moody about team configurations and–”

But her words get caught in her throat by the feel of his cock between her legs, already poised for entry and seeping from anticipation. 

He makes an audible groan at the sensation of her entrance stretching around him. They had shagged just that morning but it had felt like a lifetime. They had certainly lived a lifetime since then. 

“Darling–,” he chokes out, eyes growing hazy from the vision of Lily’s mouth hanging open in a moan, her muscles now tightening around his cock as he pushes deeper inside. 

“--Not that Order work isn’t important but—” he angles her hips upwards, spreading her ass so he can push completely inside her until their bottom halves are flush together. Full of him, she lets out a cry, hands reaching to tug at his hair and will him to move. 

“--but the only logistics on my mind right now is if you want me to be rough or gentle…either way we are not leaving until you come for me more than once.”

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... And now for something completely different....

A little special thing for the last month of the year, a jilychallenge BINGO.

How to play?

Write, draw, paint, make a moodboard, instagram, etc, based on these prompts and cross them off your bingocard (be sure to tag us ;-) AND/OR

Fill your bingocard with jilychallenge fic/art recs that you feel fit the prompts, (check out the collections on ao3 or scroll away on our blog - happy hunting;-) please be sure to send some Holiday cheer to the authors/creators.

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Posting this because I randomly felt like it and I can’t believe it turned out this good? This is how I’ve always pictured Lily Potter when I read/reread the HP books.

For the past year I have struggled immensely with art block. I think I’m slowly crawling my way out of there! I’m also kind of insecure abt my art but there are so many talented artists on here I thought “why not!”

I might post more art someday, who knows

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"dumbledore wants to control--" hush

Thinking about how irritating it is that people still believe that Albus Dumbledore (the person people should argue is maybe too lenient with letting every teenager in his school become Sherlock Holmes or Harry Houdini as it suits them) wants to control every single move any teenager makes under his roof or relationship they have, especially Harry.

Y'all. Albus does not care. He sure will prod you in one intellectual direction or the other, help you along toward whatever conclusion he's already drawn about goings-on, but this man is not gnashing his teeth or doing disapproving frowns over his glasses because one of his students keeps their guardian informed of Hogwarts happenings or wants to visit their vault in the middle of the year for some reason or what-the-fuck-ever.

Equally irritating, the fanon idea that Albus wants Harry to only live the life the headmaster plans or wishes (and that's IF they clear the hurdle of even realizing Albus wanted Harry to live at all).

"oh, Dumbledore doesn't want Harry to have power!" HE DOESN'T??? the same guy who said that Harry was a better man than him and a worthy master of the Hallows?

"Dumbledore only wants Harry to do X/be a sacrificial lamb!" He did not want Harry to die. He had no other choice thanks to the actions consistently taken by y'all's problematic fave, Voldemort. It's only a twist of irony that Voldemort also unintentionally rescued Harry as well. If Dumbledore had taken some of the actions y'all wanted him to by pretending he had the power to override an age-old Goblet that Barty used to put Harry in the tournament, then Harry would have perma-died at any point where an otherwise-resurrected Voldemort got his hands on him.

And Albus never expresses any desire for Harry to do or be anything besides what he is. Harry decides he wants to be an Auror because a Death Eater in disguise told him he'd be good at it. He never challenges this career path even when he honestly should.

Albus' actual wishes for Harry's future boil down to this:

is he alive?

is he safe?

is he happy?

If these conditions are filled, the real Albus Dumbledore is ecstatic.

So no, there's no universe where Albus is trying to block Harry from meeting with Ministry officials (unless they're losers like Rufus Scrimgeour, who was actively more interested in arresting randoms and getting photo shoots with the teenager he should have been PROTECTING from Voldemort, not holding in front of himself like a human shield).

The real Albus does not even lift an eyebrow at your fanon Harrys deciding they must meet with The Heads of Prominent Magical Families who previously didn't give a single shit about them. (And fandom, why is this dumb idea STILL A THING two decades later?? Who gives a shit what the dude whose name you found on Pottermore and whose personality you made up has been doing during the Voldemort years, when it was likely just sitting around with a thumb up his ass twittering about Family Honor while fascist terrorists were murdering people across the country?)

Albus likes Harry more than anyone else. He wants Harry to live a fulfilling life. If Harry became Minister for Magic, Albus would be thrilled. It would give him an excuse to actually visit the Ministry more often.

If Albus could be said to have an endgame or desire for Harry's career at all, it would be making Harry a professor at Hogwarts. Did you see how much he teared up when he found out the resistance was named after him? Or how he spent the whole next year giving Harry 'lessons' he had to know were being passed right to Ron and Hermione? Albus' passion is teaching; it's the one thing he feels he hasn't completely screwed up or corrupted. He'd die happy if Harry became the Defense professor and they could share meals and classroom anecdotes every day.

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Too many people in this fandom seem to have trouble accepting the fact that Ginny is a strong, independent woman.

Weird, considering Harry is constantly turned on by this CANONICALLY.

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Jily at their wedding 🥰

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

This one has been sitting for too long so now that i found a wee bit of time, I'm going to answer this now. All of these are fics that I wrote this year, they are all short (<2 k) and looking back they make me smile. * Only Fools Rush In ( A moment in the life of Augusta Longbottom, inspired while reading the last book to my child: Neville mentions his gran's letter to him.)

In the beginning of this year I wrote a jily microfic for every prompt of the month March (moody prompt list ;-) and I'm both proud of finishing the whole month and for trying a lot of different things. Here are (some of) my favourites:

Lost Count (Troubled). Lily finds herself in a bad place and yes I'm bad at summaries. and the sequel (inspired by Ian McEwan's Nutshell) Upside Down (Nostalgic)

Deja Vu (James and Lily and Sirius find themselves in dangerous Order missions all of the time. Sirius has had enough. It's high time these idiots stop being idiots)

actually rereading these microfics I absolutely love the Regency set... so here are the links to all of them - I especially enjoyed writing different versions of how things evolved one fateful ball...

Regency Jily Microfics (chapters 16, chapter 21, chapter 22 ( a little bit of love to the comedic brilliance of Pride and Prejudice ;-) chapter 24, chapter 28, chapter 29, chapter 30, chapter 31, chapter 32 (especially for @petalsthefish, chapter 33, chapter 34, chapter 36 )

I feel like I'm cheating a bit, but the above chapters are really all one story ;-) and that leaves me with one last one. This one is very short and simply about canon Jily 💘💞💘

Infatuated (156 words)

Thanks @celestemagnoliathewriter for the tag

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

hiiii thank you! <3

this night (oneshot; jily + marauders; modern magic AU of times post sirius's infamous prank)

maybe it was egos swinging (maybe it was her) (2-parter; jily; canon compliant rivals to lovers)

one last (james-centric oneshot; jily)

completely human (oneshot; jily + marauders; modern magic/superheroes AU)

the one with the storm and all the texting (oneshot; jily; modern muggle/coffeeshop AU)

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sneak peek of grape police pt. 2

That night, Lily is waiting at the steps. James sees her too late, tries to quietly turn around and just go wait at the convenience store—which, in the back of his mind, he's like, why. Till when is it going to be like this? Should he just move out? Should he drop out and stay with his mum for a bit? But she has already seen him, and is getting up and moving to him at once.

Before him, she says, "Please stop avoiding me." No hello's or anything.

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Don't be stupid. I know you." She really does. When did that happen?

"Sorry, it's just—I don't want it to feel like I'm imposing or for it to be awkward for you—"

"It's always going to be awkward if we don't..." But she doesn't know how to finish that sentence. She ends it with a deep sigh. "We have to work through the awkward. We have to keep talking through it."

"Sounds terrible."

"The alternative is terrible."

"Which is?"

"This. Not being your friend." Her gaze drops to something over his shoulder, and he almost looks back, thinking someone might be coming up. But then he notices she's not really looking at anything or anyone in particular, just averted her eyes to not be looking at him directly for whatever she's going to say next.

It turns out to be, "I miss you," and James's heart skips a beat.

I miss you, too, he thinks immediately, feels so intensely, but doesn't say.

"And I know that the record was from you," she adds.

He can't help it, the amused chuckle comes up, and he bites his lip to quell it. She sees and visibly eases up.

"It was, wasn't it?" she prods, when James doesn't say anything.

"Yeah."

"How did you even find it?"

"Same way I found your tickets."

"Damn, Potter. That's really—"

He can't help it: "Hot? Attractive?"

She reddens a bit—endearing, so fucking endearing—but she also laughs and shoves him. Rather strongly. "Shut up."

"Not attractive enough to date me apparently," he jokes, although not bitterly at all. Hopefully not, anyway. And it still stings, the background reality of them not dating, the memory of camp. But there's also this. Being friends, feeling comfortable enough to be honest, to talk. "And not valuable enough to bribe you to date me."

"You know what, I take it back. This is terrible. You're right."

But it's not, and he feels that now. And he knows that she knows that he does.

"Ice cream?" he offers. "Your treat, obviously."

She rolls her eyes, but she starts leading the way, and they walk to the convenience store together.

(read part 1 / subscribe to the fic here)

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“A particularly happy hour by the lake…”

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Modern jily

Last text of the day

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Shame

Same...

Happy birthday friend

I turned 40, I had two drinks last night, I need 3 to 5 business days to recover.