L/J. Lyrics from Taylor Swift's album "Red" serve as prompts to go through the years of Lily and James and their tumultuous relationship. Multi-chap. T for language.
Hameron-ish. Cameron attends House's funeral, then Wilson's. At Wilson's, she meets a ghost, shares a cigarette, and gets the closure that has always eluded her.
H/Cu. "Because when it really mattered, he told the truth and she was the one who lied. And that thought keeps jolting him awake at three AM in cold sweat, ax wounds all over his insides." My version of Moving On and beyond. R&R?
Huddy. "He can see it from his spot in the bed when the door is ajar, revealing the slice of his bathroom containing his sink. The pink toothbrush – pink like strawberry-flavored cough medicine or cotton candy..." House ponders Cuddy's toothbrush. R&R?
Huddy, moments after S6 finale. Intimacy blooms, in their hearts and in their bodies, but there's one more big thing she has to reckon with before she can honestly say she's gone the whole distance. A mature T for sexual content.
Chase hears from a semi-reliable nurse that House kissed Cuddy in the lobby. Astonished and confused, he and the rest of the gang have a rousing debate about this intriguing development. Just some fun Huddy in the eyes of the team.
House wants Cuddy to save him from being a lonely, miserable drug addict. Cuddy wants House to save her from being a lonely hospital administrator. But saving and being saved is not an easy thing, particularly for House and Cuddy. Let the evasion begin.
Huddy. And somehow, it hits him then that no matter what they do or where they go in life, they find themselves just like this, matching up exactly, her awake because of the heat and him because of his racing thoughts.
Lily makes the mistake of going underwear shopping with Alice, in attempt to upgrade her wardrobe. Girlish chaos - and a little introspective, girl to girl sweetness - promptly unfurl. R&R?
Huddy. Hypothetically, this night could have gone in a million different directions, a spider-web spun to infinity; but realistically, there was only one way this could have gone: down the toilet. How could she have forgotten that?
Huddyish. At dinner, Lucas asks the eternal question: So what's up with you and House? And Cuddy answers by telling him The Story behind the complicated relationship she shares with our favorite cranky doctor. T just in case. R&R?
LJ. Her metaphorical heart was crafted with care, bright red encased in black boundary lines. She was only ever passionate within her limits. He was the one who made that change.
LJ. Lily Evans keeps a diary in her seventh year to chronicle the strange, murky, embarrassing, and sometimes plain crazy events that a young witch set to graduate has to navigate through. Written in the style of 'Bridget Jones's Diary.' R&R?
LJ. It starts in the flutes, then goes to the oboes, the trumpets, the saxophones. It layers, it develops; it dips and soars...The song that plays in his head as he steals one more glance in her direction is hope, plain and simple. R&R?
LJ. Lily attempts to "do the right thing" but of course this never works out the way she planned. James Potter is furious. Let the fireworks begin. T for a couple of naughty words sprinkled in.
AU MWPP era. In January of their 6th year, the Marauders come up with their best boredom buster to date - a recreation of the show America's Next Top Model, along with a lovely prize. Drama and hilarity in equal parts promptly ensue. R&R?
A pointless little drabble in which House battles with the blessed idiocy of the clinic patients he tries so hard to avoid. Features blue people, hair re-growth, and a man's "oozing" breasts. You know you're curious... R&R!
An engaged college student is House’s new patient after a respiratory arrest no one can explain. Meanwhile, a looming Valentine’s Day haunts PPTH. Mid-season 4. T for language. An “episode” – full summary inside. R&R?
Lily Evans dyes her hair brown and everyone has a theory about it...well, everyone meaning her friend Alice and, of course, James Potter. Let the annoying psychoanalysis begin. R&R?
LJ. The rain keeps falling, falling, its gentle cadence echoing in her ears and reverberating through her body. She chews idly on her lip, continuing to watch the rain coat the outside world, turning her thoughts around in her head over and over again...
Very slightly Huddy, not overtly romantic. "She remembers many things, like the smell of his hair and the rough texture of his gray coat...but what she remembers most is the piano, that old dusty grand piano in the corner room of the second floor." R&R?
LJ. "They didn’t do it out of love. They were not in love, nor did they want to be. They barely knew each other. None of this was romantic, not even close. What they had together was purely business." R&R?
LJ. "It’s a laugh. Just a laugh. But here you are, entranced by the unguarded simplicity of the whole thing, while life goes on as normally as it ever does..." R&R?
LJ. "I don’t know what Fate is smoking at the moment, but clearly, it’s not being very kind to me today." Lily endures the horrors of staring uncontrollably at a guy who shouldn't matter in the midst of class. Minor but considerable language. R&R?
Due to a series of unfortunate events, House must watch Cuddy's baby Rachel for a half hour while she attends a meeting. A face-off of screaming infant and grouchy, soap-opera-deprived House ensues. R&R?
Significantly LJ. Lily confides in Alice about a sudden, mildly alarming development in her relationship with James. Discussion between the two ensues. R&R?
LJ. Two-shot. Fourth year, Christmas Eve wasn't exactly the cheerful, giving holiday it's cracked up to be - things happen, complications arise, and something slightly, sort of, kind of resembling a love story arises... R&R?
LJ. On a sudden impulse, she tilts her head so that her lips brush by the soft skin of his ear lobe and she whispers, “So you do believe in romance?” Some nauseating morning fluff. You've been warned. R&R?
LJ. “You are going to be head-over-heels in love before the first day of sixth year. The turning point has happened. You’ve already dug your own grave.” A seemingly normal morning run-in with James Potter goes horribly wrong. Significant language. R&R?
LJ. "When you two touched, the electricity made the hairs on everyone’s necks stand like soldiers, something intangible but so intensely there that it was chilling, preternatural. And when you two kissed in secret, that single time two weeks ago..." R&R?
LJ. "I look at her once. She's looking the other way. I look at her twice. Nope, still not looking. People say I should stop. I disagree. I look at her three times. I think she sees me." Originally "Crazy People." R&R?
LJ eventually. "This is your life, Lily. Yours. Live it as you want, but know, this is reality you're in. It's not child's play anymore, and it never will be." R&R?
LJ. Fourshot. Deals with four seasons worth of learning to live on one's own in the middle of a war the year after Lily graduates Hogwarts, beginning with autumn.
LJ. "Nothing has evened out yet, in this dreadful impasse we’re stuck at...but there’s something there, glimmering at the end of the horizon. It might be something wonderful, but it might be terrible. I don’t know...The only way to know is to find it."
SBOC, LJ, as told by OC. Fourth year for Ainsley Catherwood and Lily Evans means homework, gossip, dances, boys, introspection, sarcasm, and this year, maybe the possibility of love on the horizon. M for language, full summary inside. R&R?
LJ. Yes, this is another broom-cupboard fic to add to the long list...but this one is, for variety's sake, divided into short, disjointed chapters to capture that admittedly long evening in the cupboard. M for excessive and foul language. R&R?
LJ. "It all starts with the staring. Every bit of it – the good and the bad – starts with the staring; the surveillance, the attention, the intensity of each glance, no matter how brief it is." R&R?
LJ. So I know this boy. James Potter is his name. He’s not a particularly good-looking guy – not to me, anyway. He’s good at throwing gigantic red Quaffles into fifty-foot hoops, sure, but what use is that in the real world? Some “fairytale” this is. R&R?
LJ. "They’re just…them. LilyandJames, JamesandLily. Hogwarts' favorite couple. All the little cracks in between don’t matter when the whole product, their bond, is so grand and immaculate otherwise." As told by Sirius. R&R?
LJ. "To me, love is a many layered, many coloured, many legged thing, and I don’t think I can express mine through a Quaffle to his abdomen, if you know what I mean." Lily shares some insight on how she told James Potter she loved him. T for 1 word. R&R?
LJ. "But the thing he loved the most about her was that she made him happy. Not estrogen-rampant or tragic-hero happy, but the good kind of happy – the subtle, healthier one...she was the real thing. With her, he just...was." R&R?
LJ. Astrological star signs are all the rage in a fifth-year Astronomy lesson while the students avoid their classwork; and we all know that when you mix a frustrated Lily, a flirtatious James, and a lot of personality analysis, chaos will ensue. R&R?
LJ. "It was fleeting. Somewhere during the transition between seconds. It was the shortest amount of time in the universe – too short to be named – but she knew it had been there and made enough difference enough to transform her little world entirely."
LJ. He was her very best friend, the one she trusted the most out of anyone else...until he wanted her in a way she wasn't sure she was ready to succumb to yet. R&R?
There comes a time in every teenage witch's life when she has to admit that she has finally managed to fall in love with a certain James Potter...no matter how much she really, really, really doesn't want to. LJ.
LJ song fic. "Why do you put me on a pedestal? I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below. So help me down, you've got it wrong, I don't belong there." R&R?
LJ. "It’s just a word. Only a four letter one, at that. Yet, this simplistic word holds such an enormous connotation, it’s remarkable how many ways it can possibly be used. Maybe this is why it can be so bloody tiresome for someone like me."
LJ. To Lily Evans, the perfect fairytale has opened up for her friend Anne and enemy James Potter & all they need is the right matchmaker. However, what Lily doesn't know is that real life fairytales don't always have normal, conventional happy endings.
Alternating diary entries for James and Lily in a slightly AU fifth year. A very naive, and highly embarrassing nadir to my short writing 'career.' Still here because somehow, people liked it. Enter with extreme caution.
[Complete] LilyJames, SiriusOC. A highly sarcastic, silly, angsty, and occasionally romantic collection of 100 drabblings that are under or slightly over a thousand words each. Rated for language. Read and review?
[Complete][LJ] A sequel to my other story, Dinner Guests. Read that one first. In this one, Lily must return the favor and go to James Potter's house for dinner. R&R?
LJ. Lily Evans enjoys eating apples for breakfast. When James Potter decides that he likes to do the same one fine day, a nervous breakdown on Lily's part is nearly obligatory. R&R?
[Complete][LJ] Who knew that, out of all the people in the world, Mrs. Evans had to make friends with Mrs. Potter at the grocery store and invite the family to dinner? Obviously someone that wasn't a friend of Lily Evans, that's for sure.
[LJ Oneshot Rewritten] Eventually though, in the middle of our perfectly acceptable conversation, James abruptly said two very frightening words. 'Kiss me.'