Technically, yes, he is familiar with people looking at him, and in general, yes, he likes being looked at, but Louis is being ogled by a lonely, waddling, pregnant lady, and it is ridiculous? / or, how Louis proves his status as the world's most feckless Weasley by having the world's most embarrassing romance.
There's so much to talk about, and at the same time, nothing at all – so many things they've shared, a hundred different paths they've forgotten they walked together, a hundred more that they've walked apart. / Lily and Teddy meet again, many years and many miles from home. Multichapter.
"what have we given? / my friend, blood shaking my heart / the awful daring of a moment's surrender" - the waste land, t.s. eliot [FinnickAnnie, pre-Catching Fire, oneshot]
When the boundaries of light and dark are faint...
A collection of lists about the inner feelings of some of the characters in Harry Potter. T by virtue of language.
Drabble. Some things are better left unsaid. SiriusLily.
It will always be her flaming hair haunting you, and if she's gone in your memories, she's smiling in your dreams. An older, grimmer Harry runs from sunlight and the past he left behind. T for not-at-all explicit sex.
He’s eleven. She’s older. Emmeline Vance and Sirius Black meet for the first time.
Remus and Tonks meet, and a discussion is not quite conducted. Poetry lines from Alexander Pope's Eloisa to Abelard.
Arabella Figg walks home. And remembers.
Neville mourns someone who is not dead, Luna comforts someone who is not crying, and the sun sets on November 29, 1997.
Padma Patil muses on her strange relationship with her sister.
Daphne has a widely acknowledged lack of sympathy
"Are you inviting me on a road trip with you?"
It's a sparkling feeling, like living, and breathing, and a little bit like burning, just around the edges – it's like wine in your throat, and fingers on your skin, and you, and this – and it, all of it, it just feels so alive.
Or, The Cousincest Collection. Exactly what it says on the tin. NextGen. Complete. Winner for Best Drabble Collection at The 2012-2013 Couture Awards.
"Is that all this was for you? Just a summer fling?"
Dominique has got a filthy mouth in three different languages.
The James of her memory is eternally six years old - It's a memory that bears almost no resemblance to the dark-eyed stranger next to her.
Because Peter, Peter is the bravest of them all.