You sat next to each other on the train, still pretending to be strangers. [Reincarnation!AU, pre-slash Riren]

Jim wasn't amused. His chair was /missing/.

He was a boy who lived in a fortress. He was a boy that lived in the Walled City. [Historical!AU, for Remi]

Ginny went by many names- Redhead, Gryffindor, Mother, Sister, Wife- but she loved her real name the best.

The colours, beauty, breathtakingness- he missed it all.

Salazar tries to explain the parallels between King Arthur and the Round Table and Hogwarts to Godric. The keyword is 'tries'.

Bilbo is fed up with Gandalf. [Parody]

Gimli fails at telling funny jokes. Legolas is not amused whatsoever.

It was never time to think of such memories of the years long ago, the ones that caused such controversy at the time.

Every night, a spirit appeared in her bedroom. It spent the rest of the time bathing in the moonlight, reaching out with transparent fingers trying to touch her face, only to pass right through. And then she spirited away. [Cedrella/Belvina]

They were on opposite ends, but they were so alike, so similar, they were perfect.

'Not these guys again.'

She held the gun to her temple and fired. 'CLICK' "Tell me who killed my father." she demanded. [Gemma/Rose]

[Western!AU] In a time when flying was but a dream that very few could achieve, Oliver lived his life trying to get that feeling by racing. However, when a bad accident leaves him unable to ride, a new boy on the Ranch might have an answer to his problems.

"LET ME JUST GET ONE THING CLEAR: I AM NOT HERE ON MY OWN FREE WILL!" the Ministry had the brilliant idea to send the prisoners of Azkaban to work as professors, but it didn't work out quite as well as they hoped.

His world went from black and white to bursting with colours. He had his own little story, his own little dull, boring world, that was broken and put together like a puzzle again, and again, and again...

- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 22:17 – [TG: egderp you there]

He always had a cigarette in hand, and she always sat next to him- sometimes they spoke, sometimes they didn't. It was an odd sort of companionship really. [Jack/Rose]

They were the voices inside his head- not just voices, but noises too. Gunshots. Creaks. Moans. Terrible, terrible noises that made him scream in the dead of night, thrashing around and making him repeat like a broken record, "No." [James ll- Paracusia]

"Goddamn it Moriarty, you always ruin everything." [Parody!]