"There is nothing difficult about this, and she wants to tell everyone who says that love is dangerous and difficult and that you should suffer for it to take a very long walk off a very short pier." teddy x victoire one shot

"It'll just be middle, won't it?"

"He is fire and she is ice and to be honest, they're probably going to destroy each other." Blackinnon one shot

"Frank was the most beautiful man Alice knew. That was a fact, truer than the fact the Earth went round the Sun, and that summer followed spring. Frank was the most beautiful man Alice knew, and Alice was the most beautiful woman Frank knew. It wasn't up for debate, it was just true." fralice one shot

"Yeah," he replied, sinking back into the sofa, "what a pair we are." - fabcas one shot.

"The war ended over a year ago, but she sort of feels like it's still going on inside of her, in her chest, in her stomach, curses rattling around her organs like keys on a key chain. She swallows these feelings though, because she is strong, she is titanium, and she carries everyone else." post war hinny one shot, for tumblr's hinny week.

"He can't sleep next to her. She kicks, for starters. And he can't trust himself not to wrap an arm round her waist, bury his face in her back, breathe in the scent of sweat and shampoo." blackinnon one shot

"He was quiet for a moment, and wondered where the quiet Hannah of yesteryear had gone. You had to be confident to be a barmaid, he supposed, all that talking and laughing with strangers. She'd grown, she'd adapted, and she'd never looked more…beautiful wasn't the word, but she made his heart do somersaults in the best possible way." abbottom one shot

"They lapsed into silence together, both beaming. Too early? What did Gideon know about time, and space, and love and loss? Nothing. Gideon didn't know anything about anything, and if it was right, if you felt it in every nerve of your body, then why wait? What was waiting going to achieve?" weasleys one shot (is that even their ship name? we may never know.)

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend" J.R.R Tolkien

AU in which Lily is a bored suburban teenager, James is an angry punk, and Mrs Figg runs a corner shop.

"Even if I was a daisy, and you were a blade of grass, I would love you."

She wasn't confused anymore. He wasn't confusing, this silly, wonderful boy – man, he was so simple she could weep. Gently, she leant forward slightly, and took his long, ink marked fingers in her own, and brought them up so their interlocked hands were in front of their faces. "I can't tell," she whispered, staring at their hands, "where I begin and you end."

"It's Friday night," she replied seriously, getting up from the arm chair (she wobbled slightly, and James had to resist the urge to run forward and catch her. She was pregnant, not made of glass.) "And we're…listening to bloody classical music and reading flipping Dickens novels at half past nine at night! We'll be going to bed in a minute! That's what old people do!"

There is a sudden whirring from behind her, one that makes both of them jump, and the tape player begins to play in a strangled, broken way. There is a light and it never goes out. She closes her eyes, and the way she is illuminated by the moonlight makes him realise that he finally understands what Morrissey means.

"Mini bawls like a fucking baby when Grace leaves for university (she's doing History of Dance with a minor in English Literature. Alo thinks her name sake would be proud), and he has to basically wrench them apart."

"She giggled, a lazy and quiet giggle that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Sirius closed his eyes. He wanted, what he really wanted, was to freeze time. To just be there, in that moment, with her, with everything exactly how it was, forever. Slowly, he heard her creep from the sofa, and lie beside him." blackinnon one shot

"'Hullo,' she muttered, mouth suddenly very dry. He looked bored. He always looked bored at school too (except when he was in sixth year, and she in fourth; he looked scared then)." - drastoria one shot

"Scorpius put his hand on her knee, and the fire crackled and burned behind him. A pair of second years scurried past, whispering eagerly together. Lily ignored them. "James said I'm intimidating. Do I intimidate you?" she asked again." scorily one shot

"I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am." - Sylvia Plath