LJ. "When you two touched, the electricity made the hairs on everyone’s necks stand like soldiers, something intangible but so intensely there that it was chilling, preternatural. And when you two kissed in secret, that single time two weeks ago..." R&R?

LJ. "He touched me once and I recoiled...he touches me now and I can't exist without it." R&R?

LJ. “You are going to be head-over-heels in love before the first day of sixth year. The turning point has happened. You’ve already dug your own grave.” A seemingly normal morning run-in with James Potter goes horribly wrong. Significant language. R&R?

LJ. Two-shot. Fourth year, Christmas Eve wasn't exactly the cheerful, giving holiday it's cracked up to be - things happen, complications arise, and something slightly, sort of, kind of resembling a love story arises... R&R?

LJ. “I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain…never knew I could feel so much, and that’s the way I loved you.” T, just to be safe. R&R?

LJ. "I don’t know what Fate is smoking at the moment, but clearly, it’s not being very kind to me today." Lily endures the horrors of staring uncontrollably at a guy who shouldn't matter in the midst of class. Minor but considerable language. R&R?

LJ. "It’s a laugh. Just a laugh. But here you are, entranced by the unguarded simplicity of the whole thing, while life goes on as normally as it ever does..." R&R?

LJ. The rain keeps falling, falling, its gentle cadence echoing in her ears and reverberating through her body. She chews idly on her lip, continuing to watch the rain coat the outside world, turning her thoughts around in her head over and over again...

LJ. "While awkwardness prevails, this is just how it goes. Open mouth and insert foot, babe." R&R?

Lily Evans dyes her hair brown and everyone has a theory about it...well, everyone meaning her friend Alice and, of course, James Potter. Let the annoying psychoanalysis begin. R&R?

LJ. Five little vaguely romantic drabbles all based on the phrase: "It's Tuesday. I like you." R&R?

T/Z. Twenty-five Octobers later, Tony and Ziva are still living out their happily ever after.

T/Z, post-11x02. "You will tell yourself: we don't know if we will ever hear from her again. You will tell yourself: let it go. You will tell yourself: I can't." Tony-centric grappling with a Ziva-less year— and the truth behind the adage, "If you love someone, let them go, and if they love you back, they will soon find their way back to you again."

Alicia's face crumples. "You hurt me," she says, her voice like broken glass, because it's the only thing left to say. "You hurt me too, Alicia," Kalinda says – gently, resignedly. "When does it end?" In the immediate wake of Will's death, Kalinda self-destructs and has to figure out who her friends are.

Fitz/Olivia. Though walking away like this is the hardest thing she's ever done, Olivia needs to save herself. Alternate ending to S3 finale. For Cierra, because canon Olake is unacceptable.

Will/Alicia. Alicia wrestles over whether or not Will loved her in the end.

L/J. Lily and James fight hard to maintain the holiday spirit for Harry's first Christmas. A Christmas present for Lenne.

L/J. Lyrics from Taylor Swift's album "Red" serve as prompts to go through the years of Lily and James and their tumultuous relationship. Multi-chap. T for language.

Lily makes the mistake of going underwear shopping with Alice, in attempt to upgrade her wardrobe. Girlish chaos - and a little introspective, girl to girl sweetness - promptly unfurl. R&R?

The Marauders notice a slightly alarming change in Prongs. The inevitable interrogation ensues. T just in case. R&R?