It's not your fault, Doctor, bad things happen to good people. [Implied whouffle]

When he was just a child, his father told him of the great burdens of the Time Lords- how they had impossibly long lives and were forced to watch so many die. He didn't think much of it then, and really forgot about that day until the day he almost lost her.

If knowledge was power, she was the epiphany of power (and with great power comes responsibility). UNDER MASS RECONSTRUCTION!

"I'm so worthless, there's just nothing special about me!" Just a little one-shot about how Vanya feels about being extra ordinary Number Seven

She tried to scream, but she was so terrified that no sound came out; her legs refused to move, she was scared stiff. The man laughed, and the woman put the syringe against her neck; she felt the needle pierce her skin, and the woman injected the anesthetic into her. Almost instantly she felt the effects and her eyelids began to feel heavy. -AU-ish-

Sirius says her name with a bit of malice; Petunia gathers he doesn't like her very much. Perhaps it's because she's pressed petals and smooth, dainty hands, while he's worn leather and the smell of motor oil. Regardless, there is something about the way that he annunciates her name that sounds almost nice, not that she's paying attention [muggle/high school au]

She's talking to James Potter, but in a platonic friend way, not a Holy Shit Lily Evans Likes James Potter Way. Who is she kidding? She likes James Potter.

In which Lily Evans buys a pair of fancy shoes, and everything changes [modern au]

Lily finds herself sitting the corner of James Potter's basement in her too-tight prom dress nursing a lukewarm beer and trying to find the motivation to get up and get the hell out of here (aka Lily Evans has the prom night from hell). [high school au]

"He knew he would lose her someway or another, whether it be her physical existence or her heart." And other little random one-shots inspired by songs. (clara-centric fics)

in which Clara sees in color for the first time in her life (and falls in love along the way). [au based on a text post]

Life Kind of sucks when you're all on your own or when your in the middle of a desert, in a pretty much apocalyptic world locked in an attic for seven years. MCR danger days 'verse. Party Poison/OC occurring later [permanent hiatus]

He was gone, and a little part of her was gone with him. Sort of based on a song written by Pierce The Veil. (you can flush canonical timelines down the toilet for this one, kids)