#with: lily

[alexlwoo]

at: lily’s treehouse with: @starlit-lilies​

Alex had been pacing for a good twenty minutes under Lily’s tree, wondering if this was a good idea. Actually ‘good idea’ wasn’t really the right way to put it; he was wondering if this was something Lily would be excited about, even if it wasn’t a happy excited. Or if she’d tell him to never bring it up again. You couldn’t tell with Lily. She was snappish about unpredictable things.

He’d left and then come back about four times and was bordering on a fifth when he saw Lily herself approaching. “Hey!” Alex yelled, and then grimaced. That was louder than he’d intended. He jogged lightly over to her, too wound up to wait for her to reach him. “I found something. I grabbed a bunch of DVDs and things wherever I found them -- you don’t know what those are but I’ll explain -- and I only just had a chance to go through them, and, and, uh, well....”

Alex thrust the DVD case he was holding towards Lily. “Take a look for yourself.” 

[loveyd0vy]

em qualquer canto de Ninivae, with @scre4mquinn

Era quase meia-noite quando Joseph puxou o freio de mão e abriu a porta do carro, sendo recebido pelo frio que deixou seu nariz imediatamente desconfortável. Razoavelmente mal humorado. Puxou o capuz do casaco após fechar a porta do motorista. Por que, mesmo, havia deixado a França por Ninivae? Uma coisa era tolerar o frio dentro de uma barraca, dentro de um saco de dormir, acompanhado do murmurar da floresta. Outra bem diferente era a umidade gelada na vida cotidiana, na cidade. Ainda tinha tempo de voltar. Ou já estava costurado à história daquela cidade? Não queria pensar na possibilidade de ser incapaz de dar as costas. Levou as mãos aos bolsos e parou, encarando a Mackenzie. “Agora eu sou uber, Lillya?” Questionou do meio da rua, sem dar sequer um passo para se afastar do carro, com apenas uma pitada de humor no tom de voz, um resquício de sua boa capacidade de tolerância. Se a ligação pedindo um resgate era algum tipo de piada, ele não queria nem pensar. “Pelo visto eu sou, já que eu vim.” Murmurou mais para si mesmo, dando um leve bufar que se assemelhava à uma risada de minúscula duração. Que moral teria de dizer que não? Havia deixado o conforto de casa para isso. “Anda, bora.” 

[wiiitherings]

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” (JILY)

James sighed, running a hand across his face, exhaustion creeping into his bones. The chairs in St. Mungos weren’t comfortable, but he felt hardpressed to be anywhere but by Lily’s side. Harry was with Remus while he visited his wife, unwilling to subject his toddler to seeing his mother like this. “Lily,” he murmured, voice cracking as he slipped his hands around hers, “Lily, please,” he begged her. She didn’t respond-hadn’t responded since the attack on their home when she stepped in between Voldemort and their son, “I need-I need you, okay?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I know you always joked that I would lose my head if you weren’t around to keep it on my shoulders, but Lils, I can’t do this.” Tears had started falling and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “You need need to wake up, because I can’t do this without you. Harry can’t do this without you. We need his mom.”

[mockinglizzy]

Lizzy Carthright & Lily Brown

[goldendaemons]

& I know we’re lost;;

And just like that, they were married. 

Well, of course not just like that - there’s been an entire party to plan, and Lily’s dress was a wonder to behold, and he had to let her pick his suit as well, because what did he know about these things, and there was a fancy band, and several tonnes of flowers, and dancing, and not nearly enough alcohol to cure their broken hearts, which was the only thing that ruined it a little bit. 

“Oi, Lily! There’s The Devil Wears Prada on TV!” he called, kicking his expensive shoes off and throwing himself on the bed, arms full of whatever he found in the hotel’s mini fridge. “And chocolate!” he tossed a bar of Tomblerone on her pillow. “Vodka too!”

[fyesthesavior]

[clairehollland-blog]

“Hey,” Lily said, recognizing the cover art on the novel the girl was reading. “Is that The Magic Heirloom? God, I love that book. Prepare to have your heart broken though.”