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where have you buried all your children?

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am i making this ‘i don’t post on tiktok so here you go’ thing regular? who knows really. maybe lol.

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A lil Jily for the soul

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Remus always has chocolate in his pocket, not because HE likes chocolate, but because James did. He always had some to give James before a quidditch match, or after being rejected by Lily, or just wanted some, Remus has some for him. Sirius and Peter always steal it out of his pockets too, but it’s James’, really.

When James, Lily, and Peter die, and and Sirius goes to Azkaban, Remus has barely anything left, and he turns into this husk of who he was, the little habit of slipping chocolate into his pocket continues on, because he never thinks enough about it to stop.

So when he gives it to Harry, as one of the first interactions they have, Remus is glad he never stopped having chocolate in his pocket

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Here’s a really tooth rootingly sweet prompt(involving alive Jily, where Harry shows them his patronus and it makes James swell with pride):

“expecto patronum!”

*sniff* “Harry.. I uh.. son..

“Dad? Are you.. do you not like it?”

Hey anon! Thank you so much for the prompt! Hope you enjoy xx ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The summer evening was warm, golden light spilling through the windows of Potter Manor. Harry stood in the center of the room, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, an odd, yet not unfamiliar, mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in his chest.

“Alright, Harry,” James said, leaning casually against the doorway with his arms crossed. His hazel eyes sparkled mischievously, but there was a poorly concealed layer of anticipation evident in the lines of his face. “Let’s see what you’ve got. Remember—clear intent. Confidence is key.”

Lily perched on the edge of the sofa, her smile encouraging but soft. “No pressure, darling,” she said. “Just let it come naturally.”

Harry nodded, exhaling slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, summoning a memory—a feeling—so bright and warm it seemed to leave his insides gooey. Then he raised his wand.

“Expecto Patronum!” he called out, his voice steady and strong.

From the tip of his wand, a silvery wisp burst forth and quickly solidified, taking the unmistakable form of a stag. It stood tall and proud, its antlers gleaming like moonlight, and its luminous hooves made no sound as it took a few graceful steps around the room. The stag paused to nuzzle Harry’s shoulder before turning its head inquisitively towards Lily and James.

Harry lowered his wand, looking back at his parents, his grin almost sheepish. “So… what do you think?”

For a moment, James just stood there, staring at the glowing creature before him. His arms dropped to his sides, and his face underwent a series of emotions: pride, surprise, and something Harry couldn’t quite place. Then James sniffed loudly and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Harry…” His voice wavered, and he cleared his throat roughly. “I… That’s… Merlin, son, it's…”

Harry brow creased slightly, the smile faltering. “Dad? Are you okay? Do you…not like it?” He glanced at the stag, confused, which stood calmly beside him, its silver gaze fixed on James.

James let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head. “Not like it? Are you mental? It’s bloody brilliant.” His voice cracked slightly as he stepped closer, looking at the Patronus like it was the most extraordinary thing he’d ever seen. “You’ve got Prongs,” he said, gesturing toward the stag with a trembling hand. “That’s me, Harry. That’s… That’s us.”

Lily rose from the sofa and came to stand beside him, resting a hand gently on his arm. She was smiling too, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “It’s beautiful,” she said softly, her gaze shifting between Harry and the stag. “You’ve done something truly special, sweetheart.”

Harry blinked, his heart swelling as the realization dawned on him. His Patronus wasn’t just a stag—it was his father’s Animagus form, the same shape that had guided him through countless stories growing up. It was the male counterpart to his mother's doe. A physical manifestation of their bond as a family.

“I didn’t even think about it,” Harry said, his voice quieter now. “I just… I thought of you and Mum, and the Burrow, and all of us together.”

James laughed, pulling Harry into a tight hug before he could say more. “You’ve got no idea how proud I am of you,” he said, his voice muffled. “You’re incredible, kid. Absolutely incredible.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Harry mumbled, his cheeks warm as he returned the embrace. “It’s not that big a deal…”

James pulled back, his hands on Harry’s shoulders. “Not a big deal? Are you kidding? Lily, tell him. This is a huge deal!”

Lily chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “I think he knows, James.”

The Patronus faded into wisps of silver light, but the glow in the room didn’t dim. It stayed there, between the three of them, as bright and unshakable as the love that tied them together. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Read on AO3

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home is wherever I’m with you (x)

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james and lily are so codependent they even died in the same day,

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what the whole "please comment on fic you like, it will encourage more writing" vs. "fic writers shouldn't be writing for engagement and validation" debate fails to really grasp, for me, is that comments shouldn't be boiled down to "engagement and validation" in the first place. by which i mean: comments aren't payment for a service, they are communication and connection. they represent the audience reaching back.

i don't write just for myself. are you kidding me? the point of storytelling, to me, is to present certain narrative arguments and produce or encourage an emotional response to them. That communication is essentially useless if there's no endpoint, no listener. To me, there is no point if I'm not communicating with someone. When I write, I am talking to a reader. If you've read anything I've written, then I was talking TO YOU.

you are well within your right to consume fic as ~content~ and withhold your "payment" out of a sense that the writer should be satisfied at having created anything at all in an unresponsive void. but please be aware that it feels really good when you talk back.

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take peter pettigrew. now uncuntify him and make him ugly. that's regulus

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the only girls that look cute with short hair:

all of them

every single one of them

literally everyone

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I would love to see an au with no Voldemort, and what Christmas would have looked like for little Harry with Jily.

"WHOOAAAAA," shouted Harry with excitement, flinging the cover of the box to the side and looking at its contents with admiration.

"You know what they all are, don't you?" asked his godfather, sitting beside him.

"Mmhm," confirmed Harry. He pointed to each Quidditch ball. "Koffle, budger, snitch."

"Close enough," said Sirius, ruffling his hair. "Merry Christmas, kid."

"What do you say, Harry?" asked Lily.

Harry hugged Sirius's side quickly. "Thanks, Uncle Sirius."

"You're welcome. You know, personally, I'm a fan of the old bludger strapped in there-"

Lily interrupted him. "But it's too dangerous to let out inside with other people here, PARTICULARLY for a five-year-old, as you're well aware-"

"Okay, FINE," Sirius surrendered, standing back up. "BUT, if he wants to play with it, I could take him in the yard. I think I've still got some beater skills in me."

"No son of mine is putting his hands on a beater bat," interjected James. "He's obviously going to go for the Quaffle-"

"Oh dear," said Lily, holding back a smile. Sirius and James turned to look at Harry, who was already playing with the Snitch. "Looks like we've got a Seeker on our hands."

Harry let the Snitch fly a bit, then caught it triumphantly.

"Good job, Harry!" shouted James. "Do it again!"

Harry obliged, letting the Snitch go. It fluttered away, and Harry began to chase after it with glee, the cat following in his stead.

"Look at him, all grown up, a Quidditch player in training already," said James with pride.

Sirius put an arm around his best friend. "I know. I remember the day he was conceived."

"Me too," said James.

"You do not know the day he was conceived, Sirius," said Lily, cheeks flushed.

Sirius laughed. "You underestimate how much we overshare. And look, I get it! My motorbike's sidecar is VERY sexy. That's why I bought it in the first place-"

"Oh Merlin, I'm going to kill you BOTH-"

The other guests started to cheer- Lily, James and Sirius looked to the center of the room, where Harry was on Remus's shoulders, easily grasping the snitch from mid-air. He looked to his parents and smiled. "DID YOU SEE THAT, DAD?"

"YOU'RE A STAR, SON!!!" James shouted, running over to him.

Lily couldn't help but smile, watching as James took Harry off Remus's shoulder and kissed him on the top of his identical mop of hair. Sirius pulled her in for a side hug. "Listen, I love that kid over there. I'm very glad you conceived him- even if it was during the 5 minutes I left you two alone in the motorbike."

"Yeah...me too."

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rip lily and james potter, you wouldve loved harry

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Jily’s wedding!!! Why is lily’s dress so gorgeous

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Here’s family-ish everyone lives prompt AU, with Lily dropping off young Harry to muggle kindergarten school:

Prompt:

“Mummy… I don't want to go. Why can’t i just be taught at home, like daddy?”

“Harry my sweetheart. I know it's scary, starting kindergarten. I was scared too, but I soon got used to it.”

Hey anon! Thank you so much for the prompt - sorry I couldn't get around to it sooner but i've had a tight schedule recently. Hope you enjoy xx

“Mummy… I don’t want to go. Why can’t I just stay home, like Daddy?” Harry clung to Lily’s hand, his little face scrunched in distress as they stood outside the colorful doors of the muggle kindergarten.

Lily crouched to his level, her red hair catching the morning sunlight. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she said, brushing a strand of unruly black hair from his forehead. “I know it feels scary right now, starting somewhere new. But you’ll make friends, learn so much, and have so much fun. I was nervous too when I was your age, but do you know what happened?”

Harry shook his head, still pouting.

“I ended up loving it,” Lily said with a warm smile. “And guess what? You’ll have stories to tell Daddy at dinner, and he’ll be so proud. Even prouder than when you showed him that broomstick loop.”

Harry’s lips twitched into a small smile at the thought of impressing James. “Really?”

“Really,” she said, her green eyes sparkling. “And if it gets too much, just think of me and Daddy. We’re always here, cheering you on.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Harry nodded. “Okay, Mummy. But you’ll come back for me, right?”

“Always,” Lily promised, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ll be right here when school’s done. Now go show them what a Potter can do.”

Harry giggled, his nervousness melting away, and with one last hug, he marched inside.

Lily stood watching, her heart full, wetness gathering in her eyes and slipping down her cheeks, knowing that James would demand every single detail when they got home.

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:3

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this is a song for a scribbled out name

james potter loved lily evans in many ways, stupidly, loudly, passionately, tenderly, eternally

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Just a reminder that Lily and James are soulmates. <3

Destined to meet in every universe. <3

Born meant for a collision. <3

They’re a rare phenomenon. <3

There’s only a few other occurances of similar phenomena but they’re not soulmates - Tonks’ patronus changed to Remus, Snape’s patronus was Lily. That was closer to obsession than the pure cosmic twins that Lily Evans and James Potter are. It could not have been a shock to anyone to learn that a world-changing prophecy is made about their son.

They were always going to be someone important to each other, they weren’t chained to a pre-written romance. Their romance is entirely their own, and it’s unimaginable how much love they had because it’s something otherworldly.

If they were to be separated by death, neither Lily or James would ever fall in love again. They’re that cutesy.

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Difficult to concentrate (art by @tolovethemoony)