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James Potter could make friends with a brick wall, and you know what? He practically did.

Imagine a First Year James Potter with so much social energy that not even newly un-repressed Sirius Black could keep up yet making friends with every single portrait he passes on the walls

Imagine a Third Year James Potter running from Filch with Sirius Black after a prank gone wrong right, only to hear a call of "He's coming from the Charms Hall, take the next left!" from Sir Cadogan, who's passing messages along from the line of portraits between them. (After all, James had complemented him on the shine of his armour just last week, and he had to help a brave soul with good taste!)

Imagine a Fourth Year James Potter showing the map to his favorite portraits with the other Marauders, only to have them point out several passages he'd never known about for them to add.

Imagine a Sixth Year James Potter going to the portraits for love advice after Remus threatens to hex his balls off if he has to listen to one more soliloquy about the green of Lily Evans' eyes. Honestly, it's not half bad. Sure, the portraits love to bicker among themselves about what he should do, but they've seen generations of Hogwarts students pass them by, so they know what they're talking about. (Plus Barnabas the Barmy says he heard her telling Mary McDonald that she needed a new quill set, which would be the perfect Yule gift!)

Imagine a Seventh Year Sirius Black who took all of 5 minutes to convince the portraits to sing James Happy Birthday every time he passed for the entire day. The halls were an endless din of overlapping voices, and all the professors begged them to stop, but it was worth it for the smile on their friend's face. James made sure to complement Amalie on her voice (because of course he'd actually cared to learn the Fat Lady's name).

And then imagine 12 years later when that very same portrait remained closed to protect James' boy from the very friend who she'd watch tumble down those halls with him so many times, arm over shoulder, only a blink in the lifetime of a portrait ago.

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"James takes care of everyone, but who takes care of James?"

SIRIUS HIS BEST FRIEND WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM!!!! HIS PARENTS WHO SPOIL HIM TO DEATH!!!! REMUS WHO CAN ONLY SAY GOOD THINGS ABOUT HIM!!!!!! LILY HIS FUCKING WIFE!!!!!

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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After the death of his parents, James Potter takes over ownership of the family potion shop. He has to pass the Ministry's mandatory inspection to ensure he his following all safety regulations. Unfortunately for him, the Ministry inspector is his old Hogwarts rival and crush - Lily Evans.

This fic was written for the 2025 Jily Gift Exchange for @eclipsedechoesofmywords

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For @jilymicrofics with the prompt: smile

That was a good answer, Evans, but you aren’t taking my spot as McGonagall’s favourite. JP.

She turns the note in her hands, surreptitiously hiding it under her parchment because there’s no way she’s answering, she absolutely won’t let James Potter distract her. She taps her foot on the floor and tries to listen to the Professor’s warning on the dangers of the Switching Spell they’re about to perform, but her mind wanders and she is suddenly acutely aware that the note is under the page, a small protuberance she can feel with her fingertips. It’s annoying, just like its owner, daring her to challenge him, and she suddenly can’t resist anymore. She fishes the note out and quickly scribbles on it.

Bold of you to assume you’re her favourite when she keeps giving you detentions.

She glances behind her and quickly throws the note on his desk, eyes going back to McGonagall the moment she’s sure it reached her target and tells herself that’s it, one answer is all the prat is getting. She tries to focus, but is almost immediately startled by something landing on her lap.

“What is it, Miss Evans?”

She blushes under the Professor’s gaze and reaches down to cover the piece of parchment on her leg. “Nothing, Professor.”

“Very well.” McGonagall sighs, eyes lingering on her before surveying the class. “I cannot stress the importance of keeping your focus while performing this spell enough.”

It’s all out of love.

As she reads the short sentence other words start forming under it.

Come on, Evans, focus.

She whips her head around to find him staring at her with a large, smug smile and she mouths the word how?, but the insufferable toerag only shrugs.

“Miss Evans!” She turns around and shrinks under the stern look McGonagall is giving her. “Detention, tonight. Maybe that’ll teach you to focus on the lecture and not on Mr Potter.”

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sirius and remus are looking at each other— i can’t prove it but trust me trust me

and they lived happily ever after

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sirius is so fine not even life could resist fucking him 😓

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lily hiding james’ glasses every time they have an argument because she thinks not being able to see her is punishment enough.

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"the over romanticization of death eaters has made the harry potter/marauders universe lose its charm," i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when multiple voices speak and command silence from the room.

"she's right," they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the 5th row stands: literally every character who is inherently good but overlooked by the fandom.

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"the over romanticization of death eaters has made the harry potter/marauders universe lose its charm," i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when multiple voices speak and command silence from the room.

"she's right," they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the 5th row stands: literally every character who is inherently good but overlooked by the fandom.

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when resiliency shatters || Read on Ao3

It had only been a week since Christmas. A week since their little house had held those near and dear to them for the last time until the end of this war. Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Sam had all spent the holiday with them—Harry’s first Christmas—before reluctantly trudging out the door for the last time. Or: James and Lily grapple with isolation.

I’m case you missed it, my second fic for @thethreebroomsticksficfest's Yule Bash '22! Prompt: In the Bleak Midwinter.

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"this female character is underdeveloped" TO YOU. I can read subtext and I know all about her backstory and her rich inner life. also she told me personally

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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Ginny (sitting on the couch, casually flipping through Witch Weekly): "You've been named the coolest person in the wizarding world... again."

Harry (busy preparing dinner): "I'm not even the coolest person in this room."

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𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢

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ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ✧ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

Finding out you're a princess isn't half as intimidating as suddenly acquiring a full-time bodyguard. Especially when that bodyguard is disarmingly handsome, charming, and can't seem to stop flirting with you. fem, princess diaries au

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