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Hello beautiful people,

It’s been awhile but life has been a bit of surprising sad fest as of late and I can’t say I’ll be back anytime soon with any certainty.

But what I CAN say is that Jily still brings me so much joy — and I’m hoping it can help me out of this slump I’m in.

With that in mind…

Does anyone have any Jily fics they can recommend that bring them happiness and joy? Particularly from pre-2020 that I might have missed.

I’ll read anything, but right now I’m particularly feeling:

• Beautiful purply prose (I said what I said 😂)

• Longer one shots OR shorter multi chapters (20-50k)

• Fics not set in Hogwarts (magical or non-magical is fine)

Other things I should say:

• I like and will happily read smut but prefer when it’s not the major focus of the plot.

• I’d rather not read anything that could be filed under the archive warnings on A03.

• Don’t mind me a bit of Wolfstar or other ships, but I prefer when Jily are the focus.

#jily #Jily recs #hope people don’t mind me putting this out here #there are some wonderful wonderful archives out there but #I feel I’ve exhausted them a bit as of late and would love some proper Jily expert recommendations

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NOUGHT! I was so excited to see you online! I’m not at desktop right now so I booped you thrice in place of the superboop I want to give!!! 💕 hi pal!!!!

Kelsey!! Hello Pal! I’m sorry I haven’t replied sooner. I’ve been a little low these past few weeks, and it can mean I just don’t… do anything, but this absolutely made my day to see. Hope you’re well, friend.

#the wonderful kay-elle-cee

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Update! Got a part. It’s medium sized but considering there’s apparently professionals (eep! scary!!) in this supposedly amateur theatre production, I am happy.

#much ado about noughtie #not jily related

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OH MY GOODNESS! This makes me so so so so happy!!

for day one of the Alight with Happiness married Jily fest - The Big Moments

a companion to The Wedding Ring

It was a rather ridiculous superstition, to think it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before their wedding ceremony. He didn’t care in the least about luck, mostly because he was fortunate to have the good end of it far more than the bad since he had moved to London two years prior. They had been apart for two days and he didn’t want to spend another minute away from her.

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The Wedding Ring

#jily fic #jily fanfic #james potter #lily evans potter #alight with happiness jily fest #the amazing mppmaraudergirl

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Just auditioned for something for the first time in 9 years! I feel so happy, so exhilarated. My first audition was poop so who knows if I’ll get a part BUT I’m living my 12-year-old self dreams!!

#noughtie rambles #not jily related

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This is so beautiful, gorgeous, stunning

a kiss for the head boy !!

#Jily #jily art #daiziesssart #I love those little smiles at the end

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Genius

Summary:

After Lily breaks her iPhone, she finds herself at the Genius Bar on Valentines Day, and an old flame is there to help her in all things technology and romance.

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Marlene McKitten: babes you're missing out on blackberry margs!!

Lily Evans: I’m sorry! It was the only time I could schedule a time for my phone to get fixed!

Marlene McKitten: you just hate me, its okay, you can say it

Lily Evans: you’re a drama queen, Marlene McKinnon 

Marlene McKitten: you love me anyways…find me a hot date at the apple store so I can get discounts!!

Lily Evans: if I find a hot guy he’s mine for the night

Marlene McKitten: further proof that you hate me 

Lily Evans: I’m here. … Pray this doesn’t take five hours and I can come meet you for drinks. 

Marlene McKitten: how hard will it be to replace a screen? … I bet I could do it myself with youtube and a little superglue

Lily did not reply back to her friend, she didn’t have the heart to tell Marlene that superglue and youtube weren’t the answer for everything. Even if superglue had proven effective at keeping Lily’s favorite mug together after it broke in the dishwasher. 

Lily just couldn’t believe she was spending her free time at the Apple Store because she'd somehow cracked her phone screen. In all her years of owning a phone, of course it would be the most expensive phone she’d ever had that broke. Even her flimsy flip phone had been more sturdy than her iphone. 

“Hi, are you here for an appointment?” A scrawny kid about her age asked, holding the iPad too close to his face as he approached her near the front doors.

Lily nodded quickly. “Yeah, Lily Evans, for a screen repair.”

“Gotcha.” The kid's nametag read ‘Peter,’ and he barely looked up at her as he typed away on his screen. “I checked you in; just go wait at the Genius Bar.”

“Thanks.”

Lily maneuvered around the cramped store, sighing all the while as she made her way to the Genius Bar. It was rather depressing to be alone on Valentine's Day, but it was almost extra disappointing that she’d had to skip lunch with her girlfriends to come here. Lily couldn’t believe she was missing out on the tacos at Casa Grande, a tradition that went all the way back to Uni. She nervously picked at the crack on her screen, most annoyed that she’d somehow forgotten to add the screen protector when she got her new case two months ago. Another sigh escaped her lips before she finally took a look at her surroundings.

There were three boys at the counter, each of them so different from the other. The first, on Lily’s left, was a bloke with a leather jacket, emitting a touch of emo metal head from his persona. The one on the right definitely looked like he belonged at the Genius Bar in the Apple Store, thanks to his perfectly pressed sweater vest and nicely combed hair. The man leaning against the table opposite Lily, typing into his iPad, was a sporty-looking bloke wearing slacks with a rumpled button-down shirt.

She thought to herself, Actually, no, that sporty bloke looks really familiar… Oh. 

It hit her like a freight train. 

She couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but he’d somehow gotten hotter in the year since they graduated from college. It’d been almost that much time since they’d danced at a party, stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, and he’d fucked her on his bed. Not even a quick go. No, she had woken up in his bed to find his arms around her, her clothes all over the room, and her phone dead from going all night without a charger. 

He’d been such a gentleman when he woke up. He had practically stumbled over his words when he realized she was there, in his bed, naked with him. They had both been drunk, so even he admitted it had probably been a bad idea. They’d parted ways an hour later, Lily promising that she’d be okay to walk back to her dorm, and he had let her go so she assumed he really hadn’t wanted anything more than a once go in the sheets. 

More than once, she'd thought about this bloke, wondering what happened to him. 

His black hair was in a mess of waves around his head, and he didn't look up from his iPad as she stared in shock. She didn’t know what she’d say to him if they did make eye contact. The last thing she’d said to him was ‘thanks for the sex’ which somehow grew more and more embarrassing the longer she sat here and recalled it. She kept picturing his naked body in that bed in the morning. What would she say if he looked up right now and she was there remembering the contours of his body? 

Hi, I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.  

She’d save that gem for later. 

Probably never. 

Lily felt disappointed as he walked away without looking up, disappearing through a door that likely led to the back. Her heart slowed in her chest, just slightly, but she felt like her throat was drier than the desert. She cleared it twice, earning a look from the guy in the sweater-vest, but he just went back to his task at hand.

Since the other two men at the Genius Bar were preoccupied, she took that to mean she was going to have to wait for help. She checked her Tumblr, finding nothing of consequence, just some idiots in her ask box telling her to eat dirt and choke on it. A usual occurrence on her blog thanks to internet trolls with nothing better to do than hate strong women like Taylor Swift and Captain Marvel. Lily was fully convinced people just liked to find something to complain about. She tried really hard not to complain or take anything a bunch of internet ghosts said to heart. She scrolled through her favorite Taylor Swift blog and saw there had been a new song mashup released. She wished she had brought her headphones so she could at least listen to the music while she waited.

London Boy crossed with This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things would be absolutely disastrous and she was here for it. She reblogged it for later, then exited out of the app, settling for people watching instead. 

Around her, couples were looking over new computers, AirPods, and various other electronics. All the girls wore really pretty dresses, and all the partners kept one firm arm around each other's waists. Lily’s dress was pretty too, and she played with the edges of the corset cut as she stared at the door through which the fit bloke had disappeared.

Had he spotted her and run? Did he remember her? Did he forget her? She wasn’t sure what would hurt her more, if he walked away because he saw her and remembered her, or if he walked away because he forgot about her.

Lily wasn’t a bragger, but she knew for a fact he had fun with her a year ago. She remembered enough of that night to know that he’d been really, really enjoying it. Not many men would get between her legs for her, and very few actually made her scream. No, he’d been one of two, and he’d been the best of all. 

Lily crossed her legs, trying to ignore the heat gathering on her face (and in other places) as she recounted that night. Sadly, her body wasn’t listening to her imploring thoughts. She felt like a damn animal in heat, the way her entire body was strung up, waiting for his reappearance. 

Beside her, the emo guy helping the old Lady change her voicemail sent her a sidelong glance randomly, and Lily felt a blush raise on her cheeks when his eyes grazed up and down her body as if he were checking her out. She didn’t drop his gaze, and instead offered him a smile. His gray eyes snapped back to the old lady and spoke to her in a smooth tone that didn’t seem the least bit flustered. 

She looked down at her candy-colored nails, the pink already chipping from scrubbing her hands too much at work. The phone on the table in front of her buzzed with a text from her girls' chat. Marlene sent a photo of a plate of tacos in the shape of a heart. Lily smiled and opened her phone, hearting the photo. As she did so, the grandmother finished her session and walked away, leaving the emo kid free. Lily looked up from her phone quickly, expecting him to turn to her, but instead, he had his back turned to her as he talked into his headset.

“No, I won’t stall for you—Prongs! Don’t argue with me.” He sounded stressed, as if whoever was on the other end was ruining his life. “Then get out here, you idiot.”

Whoever was on the other end was clearly addressing the whole store through that headset, as Lily witnessed the sweater vest-wearing, scrawny boy, and the long-haired brunette nearby all turning to send looks in Emo’s direction with raised brows. Lily couldn’t help but feel as if they were all looking at her too, despite her not being privy to the conversation happening.

“Hi,” someone touched Lily’s shoulder from behind, making her turn in surprise.

A baby-faced woman with bubblegum-pink hair smiled kindly. “Have you been checked in?”

“Oh,” Lily blinked owlishly, feeling stupid for thinking everyone was looking at her. “Uhm, yes, Lily Evans? Screen repair?”

“Our screen repair guy is stuck on the phone with a customer in the back,” she said cheerily, “but he should be out soon.”

“Oh, there’s a guy?” Lily said in surprise. “I thought screen replacements were kinda a universal genius bar thing.”

“Oh, we can all do it,” The girl’s name tag told Lily her name was Tonks, “but someone called dibs already.”

“Dibs?” Lily didn’t miss that Emo kid was cackling as he typed something into his iPad.

“Did I say dibs?” Tonks put a finger on her lips. “I meant he was assigned to you by the boss.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“He is.”

Suddenly, the door behind them slammed open, and a body stumbled out quite dramatically. Lily perked up at the sight of the familiar form. Sporty boy was back! His black hair was even more wild around his head, as if he’d been running his fingers through it non-stop since he’d disappeared. His glasses were skewed too, but it only made him so much more attractive, to see how flustered he was.

Tonks peered around Lily’s shoulder, her pink hair falling into her eyes. “Smooth entrance, Potter.”

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Nymphadora,” Potter said. “I can take her from here.”

Lily’s eyes traced his tall form, realizing it had been a long time since she’d been able to admire it. When her gaze returned to his face, her eyes met brown orbs that looked delighted to know she’d been openly checking him out. Lily’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She brushed nervously at her red curls, biting her lip as James waltzed over to her at the bar, leaning against it so he was only a foot or so away from her.

“Hi,” his voice was smooth, like an ASMR streamer. “I’m James Potter.”

“Hi,” she almost choked on her own spit. “Hi.” 

James’ fingers trailed along the edge of the bar, casual yet deliberate, as he said, “I heard you rang for a genius?”

Lily’s mouth quivered when she heard Tonks sigh loudly. The emo guy slammed his palm against his head, as if James had embarrassed them all. Sweater vest physically gagged. James just kept smiling at her though, as if he could tell she was attracted to him regardless of his cheesy pickup lines. And it was true, she was. 

“I heard you are the only one in this store who can help me,” Lily flirted, watching his eyes light up at the challenge. “I had no idea you were so important.”

“Me either, to be honest.” He placed his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow against the bar. “What was your name again?”

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear. “Lily Evans? We met about a year ago at a party.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he replied smoothly, “Oh, I remember how we met, it was just your name that escaped me last year.”

The blush was uncontrollable now as she reached out a hand for him to shake. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You have no idea how nice it is to see you again.” James’ grin grew wider. “And on Valentine's Day, no less.”

"I know how to make an entrance." She managed weakly. 

James' eyes were molten gold mixed with green flecks, "you sure do, especially in that dress." 

“Get a room,” the guy in the sweater vest muttered.

“How about yours, Remus?” James shot back, a bite in his tone.

Remus pretended to be interested in his customer's macbook in response. When Lily looked back at James, she felt a punch to the gut as she saw nothing but pure lust in his eyes. She could practically pinpoint where his mind had dropped, thanks to his eyes staring at her breasts, which were practically popping out of the corset cut top of her dress. 

“Like what you see?” She asked boldly. 

"Yes." He cleared his throat, and her eyes dropped to his mouth when he licked his lip and then curled the edges up to smile confidently.

Hazel eyes.

His eyes were hazel, and she’d forgotten that, so now all her memories were being replayed with coy hazel eyes that undressed her without even trying. He wasn't even trying to hide it, especially not right now. 

“Well, what can I help you with today?” James asked, breaking her concentration on his eyes. 

Dinner. She thought desperately. A quick go in the back of the storage room. Instead she offered, “I think I cracked my phone screen.”

James looked down at the phone in question. Lily picked it up, popping off the blue protective case in one fluid motion, before handing it to him. She fiddled with the case as he turned the phone over in his hands once. 

“And you’re sure it’s not just the screen protector?”

Lily shook her head no, “I tried to pull it off, twice, but couldn't get it, so I’m pretty sure I forgot to put the protection screen thing on when I got my new case.”

“Oh Lily,” James clucked his tongue, “always use protection.”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. 

Her brain immediately fluttered into the pit of her stomach with ideas of all the things they could do with protection. God, she hadn’t been so turned on since the last time he’d gotten her into bed with him…only this time it was daylight and she hadn’t had a single thing to drink. 

Pure thoughts, Lily Evans. She thought. He’s just a guy. A hot, cool, incredibly charming guy. Fuck it, I’m screwed.   

James casually picked at her phone screen, seemingly ignoring the desire flickering in her eyes as he remarked, “The glass shouldn’t stick up like that; I think it’s just a screen protector.”

“I really don’t think–”

Watching in mortification, Lily winced as he used his thumbnail to pry at the glass. Suddenly, a sound of unsticking reached her ears as he removed a screen case from her phone's actual glass. Redness flooded her face for an entirely different reason. She’d been a total, utter, helpless idiot for bringing her phone here.

It hadn’t been broken at all. 

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “Oh, no, no, no, no!! I am such an idiot.”

“No!” He quickly reassured her, “You’re not an idiot!”

Lily felt herself spiraling with embarrassment, realizing she just hadn’t pulled hard enough to separate the sticky tape from the glass. “I swear—I tried so hard—I thought it was the screen.”

His thumb brushed the side of her wrist in comfort, but instead of soothing her, it sent a wave of shame coursing through her stomach. “It’s an honest mistake; it was securely fastened.”

“Yeah,” she squeaked, noticing he had leaned closer over the counter, now mere inches from her face.

“Seriously,” he seemed so amused, and that only humiliated her further, “it’s fine, I won't even charge you.” 

She didn’t know if she’d ever felt more stupid, and in front of the hottest guy she knew, too. “I’m really sorry for wasting your time.” He searched her face as if seeking something within it. Lily withdrew her hand from his shyly and then grabbed her phone. “I’ll just go, thank you, um, bye.”

Trying to escape the awkward situation, she hurried out, acutely aware of the stares from those around them who had witnessed the embarrassing exchange. She slipped her unprotected phone under the strap of her dress and brushed her hair behind her ears as she rushed to her car in the parking lot.

“Dumb, stupid, idiot.” she muttered over and over to herself, repeating the whole scene in her head. “How did you graduate college with a science degree, but you can’t even pull a fucking phone condom off.” 

She reached her car in record time, the lingering sense of humiliation mingling with a cocktail of other emotions churning in her gut. Her plan now was simple: she would rendezvous with her friends at the taco place and immerse herself in a flight of margaritas. Maybe if she got intoxicated enough, she could erase this entire fiasco from her memory. As she finished flinging her bag onto the console of the passenger seat, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning abruptly, she was startled to find James from the Genius Bar standing there, a friendly smile gracing his features. “Hey, Lily.” 

“Hi,” she managed, her voice high-pitched from her embarrassment. 

HIs eyes dropped to the phone, precariously held between her pale skin and tiny spaghetti thick dress strap. “Why do girls stuff everything right there?”

Lily looked down at her phone and then back up to him, feigning tucking her hands into the folds of her dress skirt, “most girls clothes don’t have pockets–so we improvise.” 

“Interesting.” He then asked promptly, “Did you know that I worked here?”

“No,” she swore, as the wind made her skirts gather around her legs, “I swear, I had no idea.”

A light flickered in his eyes, “that’s a shame.”

“Why a shame?”

“I was hoping you made up that entire thing about the glass cracking just to talk to me.” He grinned. “But you genuinely thought it was broken, didn’t you?”

“You were hoping I was lying?” Lily blinked owlishly at him, “really?”

He lifted a lunchbox in his hand, smiling awkwardly. “I only have an hour for lunch; why don’t we catch up, and we can talk about what I was hoping for.”

“What?” Lily asked, not comprehending anything because her hormones were cheering excitedly.

“Sorry,” he tucked the lunchbox behind his back again, “did you not want to eat with me? I think I may have gotten mixed signals from you back in the store…”

“Eat with you?” she repeated. “ With you?”

“I know it’s been a while,” he was rambling, “I know we aren’t even like–friends–but you showed up and I–I nearly had a heart attack seeing you again. A heart attack in the good way–not a bad way. You are definitely good. All good. So good.”

Lily still had one hand on her car door, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find the words. “I–I’m an idiot who can’t tell the difference between a screen cover and a phone screen…and you want to have lunch with me?”

James shrugged, “despite working at the genius bar–” Lily offered him a snort of amusement, “--I prefer idiots, don’t you?”

“You're not an idiot,” Lily said, motioning to all of him, “you’re–you’re that .”

“Eloquent,” his smile was so wide, his eyes crinkled at the edges. “But I’m 100% just as much an idiot as you.”

“How so?”

“I was an idiot for ever letting you go without a number to text you at.” 

She felt her stomach erupt with pleasant butterflies. “What?”

James looked down at her body, then back up at her eyes with a coy wink. “Truthfully, I've been wondering where you disappeared to for a year now and would really like to catch up. I’d also really love your number, for your working phone, just in case you ever need a genius to fix it again. Is that okay?”

Lily felt like she might be dreaming. She pinched her arm. It hurt. Thank god. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

“No,” James walked forward, almost flush with her person now. “I do love a good joke, though.”

“Really?” He was so close, she could count the tiny freckles dotting his tan nose. 

James' hand brushed her arm, sending shivers racing up it. “What’s the best book to read while eating breakfast?”

Lily felt a smile replacing her confused expression as she leaned up on her tiptoes, allowing his free hand to cup her chin. “What book?”

“Much Ado About Muffin.”

"You're right, you are an idiot." She rolled her eyes, but her tone was flirtatious, "a really, really cute idiot."

"They'll hire just about anyone to work the Genius Bar these days." 

Lily didn’t wait anymore; she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down, letting her lips muffle his laughter.

She could still feel his smile through the kiss though, even when he opened his mouth to taste her with an eager fever she had forgotten about. She kissed him back harder, especially when she heard his lunch bag fall to the ground near their feet, and both his hands grabbed hold of her long hair to keep her firmly attached. He tasted like mint gum, like he'd just been chewing it before coming to find her. Like he'd planned for this exact scenario to happen. 

She almost swooned at the thought. 

Finally, what felt like only a second later, he broke off the kiss. When her eyes opened, she saw nothing but him, and that only made her smile grow wider. His hands remained in her hair, but he tugged them forward to cup her cheeks, bringing the red strands with him. 

“So,” he said somewhat breathlessly, “lunch date?”

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Calling out of work, taking you home, and ordering pizza for a long movie we won't watch." 

Lily stepped forward, about to kiss him again for suggesting it, but then she felt her chunky heel step on something, and a resounding crack filled the air. Lily thought it might be the lunch bag he’d dropped, and for just a second she hoped, but whatever was under her foot was smaller. She looked down, face white, and all she saw were broken bits of glass under her heel. Her heart plummeted from its high as she stared down at her broken phone. 

“I broke my phone,” she realized, lifting her foot to show a screen in tiny bits and pieces. “Oh my god, I really broke it this time.”

James untangled himself from her and leaned down, picking it up carefully, and they watched as it disintegrated into multiple pieces in his hand. His eyes lifted from the phone to her. She stared back at him. Lily fell against her car, pressing her hands into her hair as she processed her disbelief. James' mouth was partially open, like she'd just stunned him to silence. 

“I can’t believe this!” she half laugh, half cried, while wiping her eyes. "I can't fucking believe this!"

Then, James doubled over with laughter, weeping from the irony of it all. Lily crossed one leg over the other as she laughed too, her head rolling back against her car. Passerby in the parking lot shared attempts like they were lunatics for laughing so hard. It only made them laugh harder.

"What am I going to do?" Lily cried, her side in stitches. "Oh god, I haven't even paid that phone off yet!"

"I can't believe you broke it!" James wiped the tears from his eyes, "oh my god, your luck!"

"Oh fuck," Lily pressed a hand to her forehead, "I don't know why I'm laughing, this is actually so bad, I need my phone for work."

James walked forward to plant a firm kiss on her mouth before reminding her, “Don’t worry, you know a genius who can fix it.”

~~~

[phone]: Lily??? Are you Alive??? Your bedroom doors been shut since yesterday?? have you even been home???

Lily Evans: holy shit I am so sorry, who is this? I have a new phone and forgot to switch my contacts over from the cloud

[phone]: ....Marlene....HOW BROKEN WAS YOUR PHONE??? It was a scratch the last time I saw it??

Lily Evans: funny story...

Marlene McKitten: where are you?!

Lily Evans: do you remember that one time I got super drunk at a party and woke up in a hot guys bed?

Marlene McKitten: ya...why?

Lily Evans: I'm currently in his bed right now 

Marlene McKitten: ??? get home right now or so help me god I'm tracking your phone and coming to you 

Lily Evans: save yourself a drive and meet us at the Genius Bar, he's taking me over there to fix my old computer I thought was broken. 

Marlene McKitten: ?????????????

#jily #lily evans #james potter #jily fanfiction #jily fic #ohhhhhh my goodness #oh i love this love this love this!

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Fleamont, Euphemia and James Potter. Family Portrait. 

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Guys, I don’t talk about my personal life a lot on here, but today I got engaged!

#the proposal was a total shock #i thought he was giving me a necklace #seriously I was trying to read the info on the box #and my bf (sorry fiancé) was like wtffff is she doing

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Lily (Evans) Potter is.. (another character defense, ha)

James and Sirius are always called little shits and, while it’s true that they were mischievous as hell, don’t try to tell me that Lily wasn’t, too.

So, for Ida, the evidence for my claim, in the silliest character defense I’ve ever written, why Lily Potter (nee Evans) is a little shit.

She has no qualms about breaking the rules/social norms/laws when she’s feels that she’s in the right, it’s important, that she won’t get caught, or that it’s the better way. (rules as suggestions, rather than hard and fast = little shit potential)

-She jumps off the swing, flies through the air, again and again, specifically after her Mum has told her not to. She’s also obviously still played around with this power, whatever it is, because she shows her sister that she can open and close the flower in her hand. -She invades her sister’s privacy to read the letter from Dumbledore. -She is best friends with a Slytherin when she’s a Gryffindor. And at that, a boy no one likes. He is gross, her choice is challenged, her housemates despise him, personally, and Slytherins in general because inter-house relations were not the best because of the war. -Later, she learns that Remus is a werewolf, the other marauders are animagi. The knowledge, even though social convention would tell her to run the other way, does not prevent her from befriending Remus, being friends with Sirius, or trusting Peter with the lives of her family and herself. -She joins a secret organization, which operates outside the law, to try and end purism and the death eater movement. -She marries a pureblood when there is a war raging, telling them not to. -She brings a baby into a world that calls him an abomination. In her letter to Padfoot, she references James using the cloak. She doesn’t mind that he sneaks out, which is against the rules/common sense. Instead, she’s lamenting the loss of the invisibility cloak so he can’t get out and is expressing her sympathy that he’s going stir crazy.

She is sassy as hell. (Snark/sass + friendly/playful = little shit) -At times we see this in a negative light-she lashes out when she feels attacked, has a quick temper, and has a great ability to retort/speak her mind/bite back. But I would suggest that this is because most of what we see is through Snape’s eyes, at his (and therefore, her, worst moments). -In the Prince’s tale, Lily rounds on Snape several times, both retorting and going on the offensive. When she feels attacked, when he’s trying to get away with something, if she feels he’s insulting her, or if he’s hurt someone she loves, she bites back at him. -On the platform, she tells Petunia that she had read her letter when, really, she could have gotten away with it. She reminds Petunia that the magical world can’t be so bad if she wants to be part of it. Again, lashing out. -The sass she hands out to James in SWM. We all have that speech memorized so I’ll save it She rounds on Snape, calls him Snivelley, and tells him to wash his pants. -Slughorn tells us about the cheeky comments she used to give when he’d tell her she should have been sorted into his house

But she has a great sense of humor/overall mischievous nature While we don’t get much in the way of Lily’s snark cast in a positive light, we do get glimpses, and those glimpses are very telling. -The first is the Slughorn thing. He says that she gave out cheeky comments. I can only imagine what those retorts would have been to have left such an impression on him, all those years later, and make him recall her with fondness as one of his favorite students. The playfulness is great. -So if she’s like this with a professor, how would she be with her friends? A million times more, right? Because the girl can sass like no one’s business, and that + playful sense of humor = awesome -This is definitely evidenced in her letter to Padfoot (see below) Her letter to Padfoot. I’m just going to break down this letter, because it’s that important. Really, it’s the only time we hear Lily’s voice outside the context of someone else’s memory or as a dead mother coming to comfort or help her son (think about that and cry, ok?). -She thinks the gift-the broomstick, not the safest thing, Sirius’s gift, is brilliant. She thinks it’s great. -She finds it hilarious that the cat gets nearly gets killed. She thinks it’s brilliant, and the only reason she’s telling him is because she knows he’ll get a kick out of it, too. -The vase from petunia. Absolutely my head canon that on this, more than anything: Lily and Sirius saw eye to eye, they both had messed up sibling relationships and in some way became that for one another-a healthy sibling relationship. So, Christmas, and Lily opens up her present from Petunia. And it is some god awful vase for Christmas. Who knows how many jokes were made. Then she’s like, whoops, y’know that terrible vase Sirius? Harry broke it. It’s not like I’m a witch and could fix it or anything. It belongs in the bin, now. -She says Bathilda is losing her mind. Love it.

She’s not afraid to take risks, if she thinks it will be worth it or if she thinks it’s important. -She attempts to wield and control this unknown power that lets her fly off swings and play flowers. -She befriends this weird little boy, who dresses funny and says strange things. -She leaves her family at the age of 11 to go, quite literally, into a new world. -She goes on a date with James Potter at age 17 [see below]. -She joins the Order of the Phoenix at age 18. -She marries at age 19, while they’re both fighting in a war -She brings Harry into the world -She fights Voldemort not once, not twice, but three times and still would have been fighting if she hadn’t been forced into hiding. Grit and determination, that woman. Ugh. She chooses to date James and befriend the marauders. -to date James. She has a choice, you know. She could just avoid him completely and go their separate ways after school. She wouldn’t surround herself by people she couldn’t stand. That’s just logical. If she really hates him, she would tolerate him for head duties and nothing more. So, either she does a complete 180, or she never really hates him to begin with which, according to Sirius, is closer to the truth. Her objections to James are his arrogance and his habit of hexing others, not his pranking and rule breaking behavior. (We’ve already established that she breaks the rules herself, when it suits her.) She and James are equals, well suited to each other, and that, in part, means similar temperaments. She isn’t a stick in the mud who couldn’t tolerate pranks/having a good time/having fun. So when he tones down the arrogance, (but not the orneriness. If you look at the prequel, even at age 20 James is still an ornery little shit. That didn’t change), she gives him a chance. -her choice to befriend the marauders. Same thing. She wouldn’t surround herself with people she couldn’t stand. If their personalities were really that different, they just be James’s friends, not hers as well. If she really hates Sirius, if she couldn’t stand his antics, if she doesn’t find them, she wouldn’t write him letters and trust him with Harry (it’s one thing to name someone godfather in peacetime, another thing altogether when you have a price on your heads and you’re fighting in a war). If she doesn’t adore Peter, she wouldn’t trust him with the Fidelius Charm.

She was snarky and sassy and witty and clever and showed a complete disregard for the rules when it suited her. She befriended other mischievous little shits because she liked to be around them, because she loved them. I am done.

(Ida, I hope I have done you proud. Have I made my case? I accept worship in the form of diet coke and praise.)

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#go on then as a little treat

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NOUGHT NOUGHT NOUGHT HI!!!!! <33333 So good to see you again, friend! For the ask game:

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

@kay-elle-cee!! So good to see you too! And, oh, aren't they just the most exciting questions.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Oohhhh! This is such a spicy question! I have a fair few that I think could be considered quite wild, but the problem with my headcanons is that I'm a bit of a fair-weather friend to them. Sometimes they are non-negotiable headcanons that the characters must adhere to, and other times they're just "eh, wouldn't that be interesting; not gonna marry it or anything though." Anyway, to actually answer your question it would be that James' parents were actually rather ignorant and borderline prejudice to muggleborns. In fact, one of my fav fic ideas, that I will absolutely come back to one day, is this one-shot where Euphemia is a champion for Muggleborn Rights, but then is actually really snooty and prejudice when James starts seeing Lily. Fleamont is less snooty but even more ignorant, in more of an Arthur Weasley sort of way. They aren't Death Eaters or anything nor would they ever say the 'M Word', but their ignorance shows in their everyday prejudice. Why am I so stuck on this head canon? Well, because I think it is unfortunately more adherent to what real life is like. I also think it allows a lot more growth for the Wizarding World. In my fic, the Potters would learn a lot from Lily. They aren't these super hip people who know everything about Muggles and Muggleborns, and they're never perfect, but they overcome their prejudices and become better people. To me, that's a far more interesting story than people who have never thought an ignorant thought once in their lives. On the other end of spicy, a friend of mine brought me around to the idea that Snape and Petunia once had hate sex and I find myself mildly obsessed with the implications of that. ✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

Ooh! Ok, so in a totally fictionally scenario it would be a sunny day without a cloud in the sky. I would have views of either the beach or a fun and interesting landmark. There would be unlimited Coca Cola with butter croissants and fresh sushi appearing out of thin air as and when I need them. The drinks would, of course, have lots of tiny ice cubes in them. Occasionally, I may have a FAB lolly. The room is not too hot nor too cold, and I have a fairly large desk and swivel chair that has good back support and occasionally massages me. The fairly large desk has upon it my MacBook Air, a tablet with a pencil and a keyboard, two notepads (one for writing; one for brainstorming) and a ball point pen. To splash out, I may have a second differently coloured ball point pen. The room has people in it and they are just going about doing their own thing, but they aren't too loud and they aren't close enough to see what I'm writing, yet crucially they will judge me if I procrastinate outside of the allocated procrastinating slots. I must attend this fictional place from 10am-2pm every weekday (unless I get the call to adventure in which case that absolutely comes first) and I would somehow get paid for this service. In reality, I would say a busy cafe or office with lots of natural light, a decent amount of room (so I can comfortably write and type) my MacBook, still two notebooks and a single ball point pen, and my earphones playing brown noise so I can drown out anybody who is too loud. I don't really need dual screen or anything like that and have happily written out fics in 100 yen notebooks in the past.

#fandom asks

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Would love to see you write again!! Here's a question that should hopefully get you in the mood:

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Lovely to see you too, my dear! And oooh what a good question.

So, for fanfic writing, I find I just enter a bit of a consistent flow that is fuelled by enthusiasm, and I don't really need help focusing. (The main problem is starting a project...). However, I also write for a living and I definitely need help with focus there. What helps? Two things: brown noise and instrumental music. The music has to be instrumental only, but I like to vary what that is. Recently, it has been the piano version of Taylor Swift's folklore, but I also love listening to film scores and classical playlists. I also find I work better when I'm out of my house. Nothing makes me more productive than a fresh location.

#fandom asks

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How often do you read your own fics?

Petals! Thank you for the ask. Lovely to hear from you. To be honest, I hardly ever read my own fics! But I'm not entirely too terrified to do so. I think I've read almost everything I've ever written at least once post posting (usually I'd say about a year later). I feel it would probably improve my writing to do so more often, but I'm just too hungry to read other writers’ works that I find myself a little reluctant to do reread my own. Plus, you know, there's the cringe that comes with seeing your writing a year or so on. Or is that just me?

#fandom asks

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Hey Nought! How about ❤️ and 🚀 !

@mppmaraudergirl! Hello, lovely!! And thank you for some very fun asks, my dear. Ok, so: ❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? Gosh. Maybe "Anything captured is not the same as it is wild" from The Mountain Tomb. On the surface it's quite a simple line, but I just loved the whole conceit of nostalgia as a captured animal and how once memories have been captured we distort them (or "tame" them) so that they are never quite the same again.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

A bit of both! I like to create a rough outline that isn't too rigid, but to be honest, the more detailed it is the better I am at continuing. However, I love having some flexibility to create as I go too. It's why I mostly like to finish a fic before I put it up, because I need to go back and make sure it all makes sense. However, I must admit I do like the thrill of finishing a chapter and then posting it as soon as I can.

#fandom asks

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💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oooh! Good one, anon! Back in the day, I would have said I wanted more Jily. Literally, just any Jily really. I wanted more evidence that Harry's parents had a healthy relationship. And I think you can see that in the cracks, but I would have loved to have gotten a small scene with them together and Snape seething in "The Prince's Tale". Nowadays, I think fanfic has satisfied that curiosity better than canon ever could. So, I would probably say that I would change the whole "Bill is his own secret keeper" thing, so that the Potters' Fidelius Charm made more sense.

#fandom asks #tbh I could be basic and say get rid of the name Albus Severus – yes I get the narrative reasons for it don't come for me #ooh! or I'd put the prank AFTER Snape's Worst Memory ... maybe? I get it adds some complexity but you think it would change things right?

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🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

For the fandom asks! 💕

Thank you, @chierafied! These are some interesting asks! 🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

Sort of? My partner 100% knows (though I've never allowed him to read a word), and my closest friends definitely know that I read and have written fanfic, though I haven't been too forthcoming about how recently that writing has been.

Last year, I did send probably my two closest friends in the world my favourite fanfic I've ever written (The Light Come Shining), but neither of them actually ended up reading it. 😂 You'd think I'd be offended by that, but the three of us suffer similarly from poor executive function, so I get exactly where they're coming from. 🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

I'm really just starting back up again, so my current goal is just to get out one of the many long shot ideas I have rumbling around my head. Beyond that, I would love love love to finish a longer multi-chapter someday too.

#fandom asks