Stories by Wilhelmina Willoughby

When she gets to the Kitchens, she doesn't expect James Potter to be there. James drops the spoon he's holding. It clatters into the bowl of batter and disappears beneath the surface. A glob of it lands on his jumper. "No! No. Come in. I'm making cookies. For Sirius."

It's easy for Percy to forget that he spends his life in a ship, enclosed by metal walls that are his only protection from the gaping expanse of vacuum outside. As a disgraced, declared-dead CAMP soldier, he takes odd jobs at the edges of Federation space just to keep his crew happy and his ship running. He's never wanted to be a hero, but when has fate ever listened to him?

AU. James Potter is the (self-proclaimed) best thief in Britain—until he meets Lily Evans. When his group of Marauders reluctantly team up with her H.O.G.W.A.R.T.S. acquisition task force, they must work together to steal back a highly valuable asset from a shady black market organization.

Percabeth. It's all you can think about this summer: kissing Percy Jackson. Which is a total waste of energy, because there is entirely too much for you to think about. Kronos. The Titans. Mount Olympus. And while you're trying to focus on all these other, more important things—like not dying—Percy Jackson walks around with his stupid, clueless face.

One day, ten hours, and about thirty minutes after Percy disappears, she falls asleep in her own bed, the echo of his lips whispering across her own. His memory is still warm. When she wakes and goes to his cabin, he's nowhere to be found. She wonders how long it's going to take for her to get used to the emptiness.

Percabeth. Falling in love isn't the hardest fall. A collection of drabbles that follow Percy and Annabeth throughout their relationship, from the beginning to the end.

L/J. It doesn't surprise her at all that James Potter comes rushing into the Hospital Wing only an hour after she lands herself there. And for someone she doesn't even like all that much, she's still glad to see him.

L/J. While the Marauders help Remus through his transformation, Lily waits, because it's the only thing she can do. And then James is brought in, cut and bleeding.

A collection of drabbles from Wilhelmina Willoughby and Zayz, written to commemorate Lily and James.

HIATUS. L/J. "The first duty of love is to listen." In arguing, neither gave up. But when James finally walks away and Lily is left standing in his wake, the echo of his silence ringing in her ears, something changes in her heart.

L/J. It all starts when Lily helps James with an Arithmancy assignment. Now, she's not sure how many favors are owed, or how far in debt she is, but there's one thing she does know: she's definitely in trouble.

L/J. The Aha Moment: a point in time when something finally clicks. Everyone realizes that there's something more between James and Lily, though it takes some people longer than others. James has always been a slow learner.

K/P. Mockingjay spoilers. Peeta finds that the only thing left to hurt Katniss is herself.

L/J. '"Mister Potter," she whispers. "How are you on this fine morning?" That contradicting smile grows on his face - charming and naughty and shy all at once, the smile of a man with everything he's ever wanted in his hands.'

L/J. It's easy to say that the Prefect's bath is his favorite place in the world lately.

AU L/J. 'She looks terribly undecided, and scared, and nervous, and overwhelmed, and sad. Mostly she looks alone, and he hates that, hates that he had everything to do with that. "I'm so sorry, Lily," he says finally, because he is. God, is he sorry.'

L/J. James takes time to remember.

HIATUS. L/J. "Listen to me. That bloke has been watching you – no, don't look! He's been watching you since you got in here. When I tell you, I want you to get up, saunter over to the bar, and order a Firewhiskey." Because Lily Evans does not get turned down.

L/J. 'James chuckles. "I should get on? What did I marry you for if you're not going to make breakfast in the morning?"'

Lily and Sirius. For a moment, she thinks of saying yes. He is so warm and she is so cold, but then she hears the echo of his laughter and sees the shape of his lips as they pull into a smirk and she remembers that she hates him.

L/J. "There are days that they meet in secret, deep in the night after the castle is asleep and their only witnesses are the midnight-darkened trees and the infinite stars, silent and watchful. It is here that they begin to listen."

James and Sirius. "Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly?" An inside look at one of the closest friendships the world will know.

L/J. "We should leave." With the receiver pressed against her ear, Lily waited in the quiet of the night, twisting the telephone cord in a white-fisted hand. She should've known he wouldn't like the idea, but she was so tired of the nightmares...

L/J. She's almost to the library when a hand grabs her wrist and yanks her into what appears to be an empty classroom. It is. They've been here before. She's intimately acquainted with the desk nearest the door. But it's a good thing she's not honest.

L/J. It's the most twisted love story: unrequited, unknown. Maybe she deserves it. She gave it up, after all. It was hers, always hers, but she pushed it away and now she can only watch it given to others. She broke him. And that's what haunts her.

L/J, AU Regency. 'James Potter is a beastly, arrogant, pompous excuse for a gentleman, and if I ever have the audacity to think of him in any sort of positive light, I give consent for the Lord to strike me where I sit.'

L/J. He wants to wipe clean the possibility of her death, wants to annihilate the mere thought of it, wants to make it disappear, to turn her into his own eternity. "You are forever."

L/J. A series of short vignettes. James and Lily like to appreciate the little things in life.

L/J. It's not all sunshine and rainbows in the Gryffindor common room.

L/J. The darkness makes this easier to say, the cadence of his heartbeat lulling me into a relative safety, and it rolls off my tongue like the most powerful kind of magic. "I love you."

L/J. Kissing James Potter in the middle of the common room is wrong, so wrong, but Lily gives up. She hasn't slept in two days and her brain is obviously delirious, so she releases hold of it and it clicks off like a light switch. Nox.

L/J. The rules of the Gryffindor Games? Anything goes. And with a tower full of reckless, irresponsible maniacs, there won't be enough Pomfrey to go around.

L/J. Oh, James. Open mouth; insert foot.