#lizardcookie

[alrightsnaps]

Is it just me or is there a subtle anti-Ravenclaw vibe among Jily writers 😂

[alrightsnaps]

@ghost-of-bambi And Other Jily Fanfiction Legends™ about Lily Evans

(from my humble point of view at least, because let’s be honest, we’re lost without them!)

[accio-library]

The lovely @irwinspizzax recently messaged me about finding pre-relationship stories - i.e. out favorite beautiful fools finally figuring out feelings. I have a ready list of Jily stories, so those get the first post. 

 --> so let your heart hold fast

This is a beautiful story that follows the developing and ever-changing relationship of Lily and James throughout their time at Hogwarts. I’m a huge fan of Lily ending up as the Marauders’ friend before she dates James, so this was a plus for me. 

--> Morning Walks, Morning Talks

So if Lily/Marauders friendship is a plus, sixth-year-Jily is perfection. I love this fic by @lizardcookie that showcases one of the many moments that made up the changing dynamic between Lily and James.

--> Where the Air is Rarefied

They are such fools in love! Everyone’s favorite oblivious pair. Cue the flirting and knowing looks from friends. Honestly though, this lovely story by @oodlyenough has the exact mix of excellent characterization and fluffy moments needed for a perfect pre-dating fic.

[artemisswan]

Dick Grayson!

Dick wishes that he had more free time to hang out with Wally, before everything went down with Artemis and the REACH.

[bcdaily]

Exceptions by lizardcookie

Wait, but this is actually gorgeous.

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She's convinced herself that they're the exception. This war was not going to tear them apart. He was still James, and she was still Lily, and that was all that mattered.

He was still tall, still scrawny. His hair still poked up at angles that defied the laws of physics and he still wore the watch his father gave him before his death. She was still short, still petite. She still loved Sugar Quills and clean socks and she still wore her mother's locket at all times around her neck.

They're the exception, still the same as they'd always been. He still hums when he does the dishes with neither tone nor tune. She still sneaks up behind him to press her forehead into his shirt and feel him breathe before he'd turn around, laughing because he loved to tease her about her back fetish ("Don't flatter yourself," she'd scoff. "It's the fabric I love"). 

The world was burning all around them, but she told herself that they'd outlast the storm. 

Only, James didn't used to drink. Not at this rate. His laughter no longer fills the room like it used to and he sports far too many wrinkles for a nineteen year old boy. And she didn't used to need an elixir to get through the day and she's never had nightmares like these, but she's convinced herself that these are only details.

The collection of obituaries above their mantel place grows by the day, and those are only the people whose deaths have been confirmed. Slowly, she realizes those are the easiest to put up.

He pins up a tattered picture of his maiden aunt, a gesture she knows means that he's accepted her as dead even if the Prophet hasn't. She cries when she pins up the one photo they have of Benjy Fenwick.

They still fight for the Order, just as they always have and always will. She's wise enough to realize that a battle cry is still a cry, but fighting means they're alive and that's all she needs.

She's convinced herself that they are the exception, but she knows she is wrong. This is war and there is no escaping without any damage or scars. But he was still James and she was still Lily and the war could not change that they were still together and they were still alive.

What does change is her last name, because this is war and they will live before they die. They will take their fate into their own hands because Lily's never liked Divination and James has always been a bit of a rebel. They will live and laugh and love because they are the exception.

She's convinced herself.

[persephoneed]

thank you!! and i'm glad to be back; i had SO much fun at the concert but i was particularly missing my dash while listening to the opening bands for two hours in the rain haha. but once imagine dragons came on i didn't really notice the horrible weather :)

[persephoneed]

crabbe goyle and macnair

sweet motherfucking whAT IS THIS SARAH?!?!??????

Ugh like I GUESS I’d fuck Goyle (DRUNKEN ONE NIGHT STAND THAT NEITHER OF US REMEMBER OKAY)

Marry Crabbe (BUT IT’D BE A LOVELESS MARRIAGE OKAY??? AND I’D HAVE MANY LOVERS ON THE SIDE)

And get drunk with Macnair