He didn't know where the medal had came from, but he never bothered to remove it from the handlebars. He wasn't afraid of death, but rather thrived on the exhilaration of never knowing if this was it.
Why'd you leave seminary?" "I failed my test of faith." "It's not because of not being able to uphold the vows of celibacy, is it? It's about who you'd wind up breaking them with." Chouse.
It's the rap rap tap of a credit card forcing the powder into a neat line. It's the bitter taste of bitter powder hitting the back of his tongue. It's a twisted love story, but this is his true love, and it will never let him down.
Marry me." "You know, you're the strangest golddigger I've ever seen, marrying someone to get someone else's money." When House's grandfather is on his deathbed, he finds a rather large loophole in his inheritance. All he needs is a spouse. HW eventually
Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. He had grown up learning the rosary, but he'd never cared for it. But his fingers worked over the worn beads regardless, sitting vigil, praying for her. Chameron angst-fest.
But Mommy, I want to stay with Mr. Greg!" Cuddy rolled her eyes at the comment, of course her child would pick House over her. Of course she would. A bit of Huddy fluff. Heavy on the fluff, moderate on the Huddy.
You know kid, I'm jealous of you." He was here first, he was the petulant five year old. "You've got a great mom, and you've got the world at your feet." House stops by the NICU after Joy to the World. Sappy fluff.
Eli, Eli, lema svaqthani-my god, my god, why have you forsaken me? He had believed in God once, but he didn't turn his back on his faith. God had turned his back on him.
Chris Taub had the perfect life, with the perfect wife, in the perfect house, but it was all just a veneer and he hated it. It was why he cheated, because it was something that was real and not just a plasticine facsimile of life.
Greg House was bored. He'd reach the top of his career, he didn't have a family to worry about, and the world would keep on spinning without him. He had nothing left to achieve, so what was the point in going on?
The Nash Equilibrium is the best decision someone can make, knowing all the options of the other person. It is not the point most beneficial to both parties, but it is the one that causes the least harm. House used it to make all his decisions. Huddy.
The first time blue eyes had met grey, they knew it was inevitable. That sometime, they were going to give into this, whatever this was. But they both knew that the fallout would affect the rest of the world, and they didn't want that. Huddy.
Wilson had lived in New Jersey for his entire life, aside from college. But this time, there's nothing left to keep him in the state. But while you can take the boy out of Jersey, you can't take the Jersey out of the boy. Post Dying Changes Everything.
It's a painful, hated part of the relationship, a painful hated part of my life, but an accepted part of it nonetheless. Because I need him more than I can risk ruining what we have. H/W slash
House's cheated death so many times, can't you just give him my second chances, because I need him too much for the world to kill him. Break him again, leave him scarred, but leave him here. Please. NotSlash
He was optimistic once, when he was little, when he didn't know that the world was a cold and brutal place. But he really doesn't know life at all, but he's all right with that.
Scrooge and Marley were totally gay for one another." It starts as a joke, but leads both me to question their feelings. It takes a patient to get them to confront them. Depending on your definition of love, depends on if you read this as slash.
He refuses to push you away. And you refuse to leave of your own free will. He refuses to be another Humpty Dumpty, but even if he was fixed, you don't think you could leave him. House/Wilson.
He was like a terminal illness, incurable, metastisizing through me, and there's no cure, the only thing you can do is treat the symptoms. But even then, the treatments eventually fail. H/W-sorta.
She's not sure if there's anything there, or if it's just them being them. But no one can help but notice, and that's why there's the whispers and rumors. Sorta House/Wilson
Twenty years have passed since the fall of Voldemort. Twenty years have passed since magic was outlawed. Twenty years too many. Now is the time to stop merely acting in this vicious cabaret called life and to take charge and rewrite the script.
Don't fall in love. Wasn't that the first thing they had taught you at the auror's academy? But no, you went and fell in love. And what did he do? He went round and became a traitor, making a fool of you. But then again, only fools fall in love. Slash.
Everyone thought the sun shined out of his every orifice. I knew better. I knew he was nothing more than a manipulative old bastard. Songfic to A Perfect Circle's The Noose.
He'd called her an insufferable knowitall. He'd mocked her, tormented her, and refused to accept anything less than perfection from her. She knew now what he was trying to achieve. Not DH compliant.
DMT. A chemical released at the moment of death. A hallucinogenic drug thought to ease the mind into death. He liked the pretty colors swirling around him, but mostly, he liked the green. It was the color of his eyes. It would protect him It made him happ
The last of The Seven Words series. She's always been a little bit crazy. She stands in front of the crowd, smirking as they read off her charges before they give her to the Dementors.
The black car sped around the corner, engine straining at it's limits. If he crashed, so be it. He had no control over it. It was easier to pass things over to fate and to absolve himself of guilt.
He believed in what he was fighting for, once. But there was no point in fighting anymore. The people he was fighting for weren't fighting a moral, noble war, and the opposite side would never be truly defeated.
He shouted in a loud voice 'Eli Eli Lema Sabachthani' which is 'My God, My God, why have you forsaken me' Even on the battlefield, surrounded by people, he was alone.
Truly I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise. He always knew how to give a good speach, it was a vital part of being a good leader. He needed to rally the troops.
Father forgive them, they know not what they do. They were mindless killing machines, if they had known that was all they would become, they would have never signed up for this.
He was not a nice man, not a brave man, he was a living man. Death waited for the cowardly, it hastened to take the brave, the gentle and the nice. He killed from the cover of shadow, he didn't have to worry about death.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. He didn't know why he was in the church, in this wooden coffin called a confessional, but for some reason, he was there.
The only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage. After all, it's easy to romanticize someone's double life if they selflessly sacrificed themselves for the cause.
Hermione has a dark, speical power, who is the mysterious woman that helps her unlock it, and how does she know Snape? Read on to find out, eventual HGSS.
People Never Forget my dear..." seven years after the final battle the wizarding world is forced to either hide or adapt as muggles. How does Hermione react when she runs into someone she once thought she knew? HGSS
Just for a moment, I thought things were gonna go just my way Snape reflects on what is perhaps his greatest mistake everpushing away the one he loves.