Stories by iliads

It would be so easy to push her off the edge. No one would miss her. It would be just as easy to throw yourself off. No one would miss you either. -—Lily/Teddy

Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today. / In which Teddy is a photographer and definitely not in love with his model. –—Lily/Teddy

Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole. —-The Next Generation in thirty three ways. / #1: Teddy/Victoire.

Remus, Emmeline, and picking up the pieces. —- He outlines the curve of the J in James' name and thinks that he has many regrets but they, they are not one of them.

You know when you close your eyes and you see little dancing lights? I don't see them. I see the blaze of neon of the Las Vegas Strip in all its glory and it burns through me like I am this city. -—Teddy/Lily, Las Vegas/socialite AU.

She's just living a series of episodes with each frame bursting into colour and then fading out into the next with a roar of sound. -—Lily/Louis

the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear. — Drabble collection, various pairings. #7 - lucy/lysander: mountains.

"Save me," she breathes into his ear, hands trembling as they trace his body like it means nothing, absolutely nothing. -—Dominique/James, for Bri.

And in the end, even after everything that has transpired, Tom Riddle walks alone. Always. / Tom-centric.

"I'm not lying." / Gideon and Marlene, never quite making it through.

baby, we were born to run. —-The Next Generation in 200 ways. #52: MollyJames.

Sirius&Marlene—-because falling stars and black holes had nothing on them.

It's because Remus was entirely too much and yet not enough and Sirius just can't seem to stop thinking about it, to stop regretting. -RemusSirius.

Your fingers, weighed down by deceit and as pale as the moon scratch over skin, nails digging and fists clenching. -RemusSirius.