my roman empire is that the actors for sirius and remus thought they were portraying a couple.

Guys, is this true?????

So I've just found out about the whole Domestic Avengers Living In Stark Tower era of fandom that happened in 2012 and I'm so upset that I didn't find out about this during that time because I would've been so obsessed with it!😭

So if anyone has any fic recs that they could tell me about, I'd love to read them!🥺

“remus wraps his arms around him, and it takes sirius a few seconds to realise he hadn’t been held in 12 years.”

Well my heart just shattered

okay but the premise of the film First Daughter but make it jily

Yes!!!

Random HP Fanfic Idea

68. "The Good Witch" (Hallmark; Cassie Nightingale). Only instead of moving to Middleton, (which I think is in the U.S.,) she moves to Little Whinging, Surrey.

JilyExpress fic chain 1 - G rated

It was common knowledge that soup was only for for the sick, or so Lily thought. Be it for her nemesis (he got promoted to love crush a few months ago) to refute that fact and cause an all out war in the Gryffindor common room. And that’s how Lily found herself on top of one of the couches there, arguing her case in front of the makeshift jury— Remus Lupin, Mary MacDonald and Benjy Fenwick.

1st of October "Soup," she started solemnly, hands clasped in front of her, a self-writing quill hovering next to the jury noting her every word down, "is no laughing matter. One has to take its remedial qualities seriously. It's the food for the fallen, the wonder for the weak, the potion for the perilous malady the Muggles call the sniffles."

2nd of October

She paused, dutifully ignoring the smirk her nemesis was sending her, (and the fluttering it caused inside her). "My opponent," she continued, with a nod at the nemesis in question, "will try to tell you that soup is something to be taken lightly...that its sacred qualities are nothing more than coincidence." She shook her head, fixing her gaze on the jury as she added: "But my opponent, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is an idiot."

3rd of October

“Oi,” the defendant protested, but Lily held up a hand to silence him. On a matter as important as this, she couldn’t afford to be distracted - and, lately, it had been proving harder and harder to avoid such a state, especially when he was looking at her with those luminous hazel eyes, one corner of his lips twisted up…

Lily cleared her throat.

4th of October

"My good ladies and gentlemen of the jury", James Potter - for that was the name of her love crush nemesis - interrupted before she could continue her argument, "I'm afraid I must intervene here and remind my charming opponent that she strays dangerously close to slander".

He fixed his gaze on her face, almost as deathly serious as herself when he said "Miss Evans, I recommend you save your comments on my personal effects" - and didn't her mind fly to entirely different personal effects at that - "and I'll be very, very interested in them later, if you so desire."

"Intimidating the plaintiff", she protested, as that infernal smirk reappeared, causing her heart to somersault.

5th of October

“Hardly intimidating,” Potter objected, but his tone was the guileless one he used to convince the Professors – and every authority figure in his life, she was sure – that he was absolutely and totally innocent of all wrongdoing that had ever happened in his vicinity, and the sad thing was that it typically worked: “More. . . Offering or inviting the plaintiff to do something which you clearly wish to do, but at a time when it wouldn’t ruin the oh-so-important-and-correct case you’re making.”

“Propositioning her, you mean,” Sirius Black very noticeably and audibly coughed into his fist, putting into words exactly where her mind had gone to at Potter’s very annoying and yet somehow endearing expressions and speech, causing titters around the room and Lily to want to throttle him, even if Potter would likely protest his best mate’s grisly murder.

“I believe we’ve gotten off-topic.” Remus Lupin said diplomatically, though hiding a smile, the traitor.

6th of October

“You are most certainly right, Your Honour,” Potter nodded briskly in acknowledgement to his friend, leaning forward onto his elbows and making his amusement at the situation clear with a poorly hidden grin. “I therefore offer my objection - why oh why should we limit soup to just those who are sick? When soup enjoyment, in all certainty, should know no bounds… if we want to warm ourselves up on a cold day; soup, an easy meal from a tin; soup, a hearty meal made from scratch; soup, need to use the up the contents of your fridge; soup, a starter at a wedding; soup, a starter for Christmas dinner; soup… why, you could even enjoy a gazpacho on a warm summers’ day,” he smiled innocently at her, knowing full well this last argument would make Lily splutter with indignation.

7th of October

"Now, Miss MacDonald," James turned to the jury again, ignoring the way Lily stared at him, dumbstruck, "If I'm not very mistaken, I noticed that you were helping yourself to a bowl of some very fine soup at breakfast today. Surely, you understand firsthand the euphoric satisfaction one derives from consuming soup, sick or otherwise?"

James then leaned back, winking cheekily at Lily while she - just as he had expected - spluttered with indignation, before cooling his features into a more serious look.

8th of October

Mary blushed at the mention of her breakfast, she wanted to be on Lily’s side, even if for moral support, but she could not lie.

“Objection, the jury cannot be part of the questioning!” Lily said, annoyed that James smirked grew and her mind wondered what else could make his smirk grow like that.

“I’ll allow it, since you didn’t bring further witnessed to cross examine” Remus leaned on the sofa and looked at his friends, entertained.

“I was feeling a cold coming,” Mary replied, “everyone knows that’s the best remedy.” She added and Lily let out a triumphant “Ha!”

October 9th

“I am sorry to hear that you aren’t feeling well, Mary. Unlike my opponent who seems to be under the impression that’s a good thing.” James threw another infuriating smirk her way once more. But this one had more than a little joke in it, like he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by calling her a bad friend. She hated (loved) him more for it.

10th of October

"Of course I didn't think that," Lily objected, James's smirk only riling her up, so she looked away from him, focussing on her objective: soup. "Thank you, Mary, but back to my argument: have none of you seen how the elderly — specifically those who have lived long and experienced the misfortune of losing their teeth — rely solely on soup for sustenance and healing? If not in real life, then you must have noticed on your way to the library the Portrait of A Grizzly Old Witch, which depicts an old, toothless woman who can be seen on occasion to be eating from a bowl of soup."

"Martha?", James asked, looking utterly baffled. "Martha who yells obscenities at first years and winks at Sirius, mean Martha who called me a scrawny git, she's your star argument?"

"How do you think she does all that without even having teeth?", Lily smirked back at him, "Soup."

12th of October

"Counter argument," James said crossing back over to the "jury" as though he thought his mere proximity could convince them of his point, "Are you suggesting, Miss Evans, that toothlessness is an ailment; that being toothless is a sickness?"

Lily opened her mouth with indignation, but before she could say anything, Remus cut her off.

"Maybe we should get back to the topic at hand, which to remind my fellow Jury members, is soup."

13th of October

"Lupin is right," Benji suddenly said, all eyes turning towards him. "and I think there's only one way to settle this: we need an expert's opinion.

And that was how Lily Evans, prefect, found herself hiding in the tiniest broom closet on the way to the kitchens, Filch walking with noisy steps somewhere in the corridor, and James Potter's breath making the wisps of her in the back of her neck stand up. "Can you stop breathing so heavily?!"

14th of October

"Don't worry, Evans," was spoken against her neck, a titillating whisper that filled the crammed space with unbearable heat. "I know exactly how loud I can afford to be in such circumstances."

Lily swallowed heavily.

15th of October

He smirked and waggled his eyebrows and it took everything in Lily to not snog him and test that fact out for herself. But no, sir, Lily Evans had a mission to accomplish, a debate to win. She shoved him away softly, her hand briefly connecting with his very toned chest— and, no she will not think about it now— and moved to open the closet door, only to find it locked from the outside.

16th of October

Alarmed, Lily pushed harder against the door, which only produced a rattling noise, one that would surely attract unwanted attention if she kept it up. "Shit, it's locked and I can't open it." "Are you a...?" James asked and his breath tickled the hairs in her neck, only infuriating her even more, because his close presence was so utterly distracting that she had indeed, momentarily forgotten the wand in her hand.

17 of October

“Oh shut up!” She snapped, hoping he didn’t see the embarrassment written all over her face. She hated feeling silly, hated that she had forgotten her wand, hated that it had been James Potter and his well toned chest and his innuendos that had made her forget. And maybe she just hated not being the best in front of him.

18th of October

“Sorry,” James said kindly, casually flicking his wand which resulted in the click of the door unlocking, “I actually didn’t mean to wind you up that time.”

With her escape route now available Lily immediately felt some of her anger/embarrassment disperse and she sighed more to herself than him, “Why do you think we argue over everything… I mean, we are quiet literally in the middle of a trial of our peers over soup.”

James smiled that gorgeous infuriating smile of his and shrugged.

October 19

“You know what they say,” James replied with an infuriating smirk. “There’s a thin line between love and hate.”

Lily’s witty retort died in her throat, and she quickly shut the door to the broom cupboard, trapping in together once more.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked barely above a whisper.

October 20

When Lily’s voice went low and serious instead of the high near-shriek with which she snarked back with when he irritated her, James sobered, fingertips tingling from the intensity of the moment and how close she was.

Lily saw him glancing at the door as though unable to believe she had shut it again before he cleared his throat, smirking down at her – “Whatever you want it to mean, of course. Language is hardly the most objective; its meaning varies from person to—”

Lily crowded him against the wall, finally having the upper hand. “You know that isn’t what I meant, however subjective language might be,” she said softly. “Do you think that phrase applies to us? And which side of the line are we on, exactly?”

21st of October

James smiled as he reached for her hand and spoke in the most gentle voice ever, “It does, I love the way that you’ve bewitched me, as my heart beats for you– I’m hopeful that you feel the same,” Lily’s eyes widen as she feels an invisible string pulling them closer to one another, “but I hate how you don’t agree in how brilliant and beautiful that soup can make one feel, without being on the brink of mortal peril,” James added in a whisper, his lips hovering over hers, so close yet so far, "Lils... please just a taste of your lips and you'll know what side of the line I'm on"; Lily tried her best to keep herself upright since she's at risk of falling harder for the boy in front of her, her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in closer, "Please, James—"

Before either of them could close the distance, the door had opened with a bang, causing both of them to jump apart— “Mr. Potter and Miss. Evans, what in Merlin’s name… come with me to my office this instant,” Professor McGonagall ordered the pair of blushing Gryffindors. The walk to their Headmaster’s office felt quicker than normal almost as if it was magic— soon they were both inside the office, James had pulled Lily’s seat out so she could sit down, smiling to himself as he noticed the blush on her cheeks come back with a vengeance, he'll have to owl his mum soon and thank her for raising him to be a gentlemen, he thought to himself as he hopped on the oakwood desk grabbing a closed ink bottle and tossed it in the air and swiftly catching it, “Minnie, I must say I simply love what you’ve done to the place, looks so much brighter than before,” James nodded his head as he looked around the space, while Lily rolled her eyes at him.

22nd of October

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, "Enough of that, Potter."

James held his hands up in defeat, before folding them across his chest and leaning back in his seat so the front two legs were in the air.

Lily, meanwhile, attempted to use every last bit of self-preservation she possessed to avoid looking at James' forearms.

“Have a biscuit, Potter, Evans,” McGongall said, slightly smirking at the pair. Heat immediately rushed to Lily’s cheeks wondering how her Professor could know before anything ever happened.

“I suppose I can let some harmless fun slide this once,” McGonnall muttered, leaving James to usher a shocked Lily Evans out of the office.

24th of October

“What on earth,” Lily exclaimed, staring at the now-shut office door, her mind racing.

“Ah,” said James, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “well, the thing is, Lils, she sort of - there might have once been an incident when homemade Veritaserum met my first ever bottle of whisky, and both got to know each other on a particular Valentine’s Day when you went out with Rob Davies, and Pete went to McGonagall because he thought I was about to cark it…”

“James,” she said, eyes stuck on that dimple in his cheek, on that glitter in his eyes, wondering if she dared, wondering if she could live with herself, wondering what would happen when they returned to their judges and juries and - was she about to be the executioner, was she about to cross the line and blow them apart? - “do you know that your life is absolutely a little bit mental?”

October 25th

His dimple deepened. “Yeah. I suppose it is.”

Lily’s mind jumped back to what he’d said. Veritaserum. Rob Davies. She surveyed him, leaning forward in her seat.

“What exactly did you tell her?” she asked.

The chair he was precariously balancing on made solid contact with the ground with a thud. James tugged at his mess of dark curls.

“Er—”

October 26th

“Not important,” he said with a bashful grin, and - no, James Potter couldn’t be blushing - “The woes of an over dramatic lovelorn idiot from what I’m told, I don’t exactly remember the specifics - that will be the firewhisky.”

Lily felt an unusual jolt in her stomach, and once again her heart began to beat faster, though she wasn’t exactly sure why - she raised an eyebrow, pondering how exactly how she (and Rob bloody Davies) factored into that conversation (lovelorn?). Her eyes danced over the hand still nestled in his mess of dark curls, at the unruly locks that fell just over his eyes…

October 27th

This boy, with his messy hair and sparkling eyes, had talked to McGonagall about her? And he’d sounded like a lovelorn idiot?

Why was it that every new bit of information she learned about this boy just made her fall further?

2012 Avengers was the best Avengers era and I stand by that.

It gave us Air Vents Clint Barton, Pop Tarts Thor, Coulson Lives fics, and so many more awesome stuff revolving around the life in Avengers Tower that I get sad every time I remember none of it was real because they decided the only option was for them to fight all the time.

I would love fic recs if anyone has any

JilyExpress fic chain 1 - G rated

It was common knowledge that soup was only for for the sick, or so Lily thought. Be it for her nemesis (he got promoted to love crush a few months ago) to refute that fact and cause an all out war in the Gryffindor common room. And that’s how Lily found herself on top of one of the couches there, arguing her case in front of the makeshift jury— Remus Lupin, Mary MacDonald and Benjy Fenwick.

1st of October "Soup," she started solemnly, hands clasped in front of her, a self-writing quill hovering next to the jury noting her every word down, "is no laughing matter. One has to take its remedial qualities seriously. It's the food for the fallen, the wonder for the weak, the potion for the perilous malady the Muggles call the sniffles."

2nd of October

She paused, dutifully ignoring the smirk her nemesis was sending her, (and the fluttering it caused inside her). "My opponent," she continued, with a nod at the nemesis in question, "will try to tell you that soup is something to be taken lightly...that its sacred qualities are nothing more than coincidence." She shook her head, fixing her gaze on the jury as she added: "But my opponent, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is an idiot."

3rd of October

“Oi,” the defendant protested, but Lily held up a hand to silence him. On a matter as important as this, she couldn’t afford to be distracted - and, lately, it had been proving harder and harder to avoid such a state, especially when he was looking at her with those luminous hazel eyes, one corner of his lips twisted up…

Lily cleared her throat.

4th of October

"My good ladies and gentlemen of the jury", James Potter - for that was the name of her love crush nemesis - interrupted before she could continue her argument, "I'm afraid I must intervene here and remind my charming opponent that she strays dangerously close to slander".

He fixed his gaze on her face, almost as deathly serious as herself when he said "Miss Evans, I recommend you save your comments on my personal effects" - and didn't her mind fly to entirely different personal effects at that - "and I'll be very, very interested in them later, if you so desire."

"Intimidating the plaintiff", she protested, as that infernal smirk reappeared, causing her heart to somersault.

5th of October

“Hardly intimidating,” Potter objected, but his tone was the guileless one he used to convince the Professors – and every authority figure in his life, she was sure – that he was absolutely and totally innocent of all wrongdoing that had ever happened in his vicinity, and the sad thing was that it typically worked: “More. . . Offering or inviting the plaintiff to do something which you clearly wish to do, but at a time when it wouldn’t ruin the oh-so-important-and-correct case you’re making.”

“Propositioning her, you mean,” Sirius Black very noticeably and audibly coughed into his fist, putting into words exactly where her mind had gone to at Potter’s very annoying and yet somehow endearing expressions and speech, causing titters around the room and Lily to want to throttle him, even if Potter would likely protest his best mate’s grisly murder.

“I believe we’ve gotten off-topic.” Remus Lupin said diplomatically, though hiding a smile, the traitor.

6th of October

“You are most certainly right, Your Honour,” Potter nodded briskly in acknowledgement to his friend, leaning forward onto his elbows and making his amusement at the situation clear with a poorly hidden grin. “I therefore offer my objection - why oh why should we limit soup to just those who are sick? When soup enjoyment, in all certainty, should know no bounds… if we want to warm ourselves up on a cold day; soup, an easy meal from a tin; soup, a hearty meal made from scratch; soup, need to use the up the contents of your fridge; soup, a starter at a wedding; soup, a starter for Christmas dinner; soup… why, you could even enjoy a gazpacho on a warm summers’ day,” he smiled innocently at her, knowing full well this last argument would make Lily splutter with indignation.

7th of October

"Now, Miss MacDonald," James turned to the jury again, ignoring the way Lily stared at him, dumbstruck, "If I'm not very mistaken, I noticed that you were helping yourself to a bowl of some very fine soup at breakfast today. Surely, you understand firsthand the euphoric satisfaction one derives from consuming soup, sick or otherwise?"

James then leaned back, winking cheekily at Lily while she - just as he had expected - spluttered with indignation, before cooling his features into a more serious look.

8th of October

Mary blushed at the mention of her breakfast, she wanted to be on Lily’s side, even if for moral support, but she could not lie.

“Objection, the jury cannot be part of the questioning!” Lily said, annoyed that James smirked grew and her mind wondered what else could make his smirk grow like that.

“I’ll allow it, since you didn’t bring further witnessed to cross examine” Remus leaned on the sofa and looked at his friends, entertained.

“I was feeling a cold coming,” Mary replied, “everyone knows that’s the best remedy.” She added and Lily let out a triumphant “Ha!”

October 9th

“I am sorry to hear that you aren’t feeling well, Mary. Unlike my opponent who seems to be under the impression that’s a good thing.” James threw another infuriating smirk her way once more. But this one had more than a little joke in it, like he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by calling her a bad friend. She hated (loved) him more for it.

10th of October

"Of course I didn't think that," Lily objected, James's smirk only riling her up, so she looked away from him, focussing on her objective: soup. "Thank you, Mary, but back to my argument: have none of you seen how the elderly — specifically those who have lived long and experienced the misfortune of losing their teeth — rely solely on soup for sustenance and healing? If not in real life, then you must have noticed on your way to the library the Portrait of A Grizzly Old Witch, which depicts an old, toothless woman who can be seen on occasion to be eating from a bowl of soup."

"Martha?", James asked, looking utterly baffled. "Martha who yells obscenities at first years and winks at Sirius, mean Martha who called me a scrawny git, she's your star argument?"

"How do you think she does all that without even having teeth?", Lily smirked back at him, "Soup."

12th of October

"Counter argument," James said crossing back over to the "jury" as though he thought his mere proximity could convince them of his point, "Are you suggesting, Miss Evans, that toothlessness is an ailment; that being toothless is a sickness?"

Lily opened her mouth with indignation, but before she could say anything, Remus cut her off.

"Maybe we should get back to the topic at hand, which to remind my fellow Jury members, is soup."

13th of October

"Lupin is right," Benji suddenly said, all eyes turning towards him. "and I think there's only one way to settle this: we need an expert's opinion.

And that was how Lily Evans, prefect, found herself hiding in the tiniest broom closet on the way to the kitchens, Filch walking with noisy steps somewhere in the corridor, and James Potter's breath making the wisps of her in the back of her neck stand up. "Can you stop breathing so heavily?!"

14th of October

"Don't worry, Evans," was spoken against her neck, a titillating whisper that filled the crammed space with unbearable heat. "I know exactly how loud I can afford to be in such circumstances."

Lily swallowed heavily.

15th of October

He smirked and waggled his eyebrows and it took everything in Lily to not snog him and test that fact out for herself. But no, sir, Lily Evans had a mission to accomplish, a debate to win. She shoved him away softly, her hand briefly connecting with his very toned chest— and, no she will not think about it now— and moved to open the closet door, only to find it locked from the outside.

16th of October

Alarmed, Lily pushed harder against the door, which only produced a rattling noise, one that would surely attract unwanted attention if she kept it up. "Shit, it's locked and I can't open it." "Are you a...?" James asked and his breath tickled the hairs in her neck, only infuriating her even more, because his close presence was so utterly distracting that she had indeed, momentarily forgotten the wand in her hand.

17 of October

“Oh shut up!” She snapped, hoping he didn’t see the embarrassment written all over her face. She hated feeling silly, hated that she had forgotten her wand, hated that it had been James Potter and his well toned chest and his innuendos that had made her forget. And maybe she just hated not being the best in front of him.

JilyExpress fic chain 1 - G rated

It was common knowledge that soup was only for for the sick, or so Lily thought. Be it for her nemesis (he got promoted to love crush a few months ago) to refute that fact and cause an all out war in the Gryffindor common room. And that’s how Lily found herself on top of one of the couches there, arguing her case in front of the makeshift jury— Remus Lupin, Mary MacDonald and Benjy Fenwick.

1st of October "Soup," she started solemnly, hands clasped in front of her, a self-writing quill hovering next to the jury noting her every word down, "is no laughing matter. One has to take its remedial qualities seriously. It's the food for the fallen, the wonder for the weak, the potion for the perilous malady the Muggles call the sniffles."

2nd of October

She paused, dutifully ignoring the smirk her nemesis was sending her, (and the fluttering it caused inside her). "My opponent," she continued, with a nod at the nemesis in question, "will try to tell you that soup is something to be taken lightly...that its sacred qualities are nothing more than coincidence." She shook her head, fixing her gaze on the jury as she added: "But my opponent, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is an idiot."

3rd of October

“Oi,” the defendant protested, but Lily held up a hand to silence him. On a matter as important as this, she couldn’t afford to be distracted - and, lately, it had been proving harder and harder to avoid such a state, especially when he was looking at her with those luminous hazel eyes, one corner of his lips twisted up…

Lily cleared her throat.

4th of October

"My good ladies and gentlemen of the jury", James Potter - for that was the name of her love crush nemesis - interrupted before she could continue her argument, "I'm afraid I must intervene here and remind my charming opponent that she strays dangerously close to slander".

He fixed his gaze on her face, almost as deathly serious as herself when he said "Miss Evans, I recommend you save your comments on my personal effects" - and didn't her mind fly to entirely different personal effects at that - "and I'll be very, very interested in them later, if you so desire."

"Intimidating the plaintiff", she protested, as that infernal smirk reappeared, causing her heart to somersault.

5th of October

“Hardly intimidating,” Potter objected, but his tone was the guileless one he used to convince the Professors – and every authority figure in his life, she was sure – that he was absolutely and totally innocent of all wrongdoing that had ever happened in his vicinity, and the sad thing was that it typically worked: “More. . . Offering or inviting the plaintiff to do something which you clearly wish to do, but at a time when it wouldn’t ruin the oh-so-important-and-correct case you’re making.”

“Propositioning her, you mean,” Sirius Black very noticeably and audibly coughed into his fist, putting into words exactly where her mind had gone to at Potter’s very annoying and yet somehow endearing expressions and speech, causing titters around the room and Lily to want to throttle him, even if Potter would likely protest his best mate’s grisly murder.

“I believe we’ve gotten off-topic.” Remus Lupin said diplomatically, though hiding a smile, the traitor.

6th of October

“You are most certainly right, Your Honour,” Potter nodded briskly in acknowledgement to his friend, leaning forward onto his elbows and making his amusement at the situation clear with a poorly hidden grin. “I therefore offer my objection - why oh why should we limit soup to just those who are sick? When soup enjoyment, in all certainty, should know no bounds… if we want to warm ourselves up on a cold day; soup, an easy meal from a tin; soup, a hearty meal made from scratch; soup, need to use the up the contents of your fridge; soup, a starter at a wedding; soup, a starter for Christmas dinner; soup… why, you could even enjoy a gazpacho on a warm summers’ day,” he smiled innocently at her, knowing full well this last argument would make Lily splutter with indignation.

7th of October

"Now, Miss MacDonald," James turned to the jury again, ignoring the way Lily stared at him, dumbstruck, "If I'm not very mistaken, I noticed that you were helping yourself to a bowl of some very fine soup at breakfast today. Surely, you understand firsthand the euphoric satisfaction one derives from consuming soup, sick or otherwise?"

James then leaned back, winking cheekily at Lily while she - just as he had expected - spluttered with indignation, before cooling his features into a more serious look.

8th of October

Mary blushed at the mention of her breakfast, she wanted to be on Lily’s side, even if for moral support, but she could not lie.

“Objection, the jury cannot be part of the questioning!” Lily said, annoyed that James smirked grew and her mind wondered what else could make his smirk grow like that.

“I’ll allow it, since you didn’t bring further witnessed to cross examine” Remus leaned on the sofa and looked at his friends, entertained.

“I was feeling a cold coming,” Mary replied, “everyone knows that’s the best remedy.” She added and Lily let out a triumphant “Ha!”

October 9th

“I am sorry to hear that you aren’t feeling well, Mary. Unlike my opponent who seems to be under the impression that’s a good thing.” James threw another infuriating smirk her way once more. But this one had more than a little joke in it, like he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by calling her a bad friend. She hated (loved) him more for it.

I’m a sucker for when Tony is introducing Peter to the avengers and when he gets to Bruce, instead of going:

“Oh my god it’s the hulk!”

Peter goes:

“Oh my god it’s Doctor Bruce Banner one of the most renowned scientists of our time, I’m such a big fan can I have your autograph?”

And Bruce is just standing there with tears in his eyes like: “I will destroy the world for this small child.”

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sirius black fell through a ceiling at least once during his life

Sirius: *falls through the ceiling into the common room*

James: Hey Pads.

Sirius: Hey Prongs.

Has anyone written this?

31Prompts

We all know James and Lily live a long happy life together but do you know how they met? Was it on the Hogwarts Express where one accidentally bumped the overhead luggage and caused it to drop on the other? Or was it because Lily wanted to know who lets their dog pee on her lovely Petunia that she keeps next to her door and waits to yell at him as he went about his morning routine? Who knows? Who will tell? And just so everyone can know the different answers to the above question, this year’s theme for jilytober fest is…🥁🥁🥁🥁 ‘MEET CUTES/UGLIES!’

Disclaimer: this post is a lil’ long

I firmly headcanon that not a single Death Eater believes Sirius Black could possibly have betrayed the Potters.

They do, however, believe he could have murdered Pettigrew.