Hell had broken loose on a normal day, in a normal family, in a normal neighbourhood. A single call had changed Eren's life forever. Now the rest of it would have to be spent on the run with his sister, but there is only so long a person can run before the past catches up to them, and the clock was ticking. Dawn was coming, and it's time to wake up.

There was no such thing as happily ever after. 2x3 doubleshot, sequel to Cold.

Trowa agrees to an arranged marriage for Quatre's sake, and finds himself in a complicated relationship with Duo Maxwell. But there's more than their marriage to work out, and how well their life turns out will depend on how selfish Trowa's willing to be. [Commission piece from missAmberly - hope you enjoy it!] Arranged Marriage AU

It only takes three words to get Trowa's blood racing, to set him on edge for the rest of the day. [Requested by Miss-Murdered as a gift for missAmberly, please enjoy!]

"You should be in bed," Trowa said softly, though his body didn't relax, and his grip on the knife was still firm. Quatre didn't lower his weapon either, keeping the loaded gun locked on his best friend. "I would be, if I could just get a few days to actually rest. But you can't control yourself for that long, can you?" -2x3 Doubleshot-

It was moments like this, the small time between work and home, that Eren treasured most about his job. The opportunity to offer Levi a measure of safety and security for his workaholic boyfriend to relax enough to sleep in public.

I thought this was 'Pick on Duo Day,' not the 'Torture Trowa Special.'" "It's both," Wufei assured him, a sardonic quality to his tone that was hard to dismiss. Duo grimaced. "Woah, man, not cool. Not cool."

"You managed to survive the war, and now you're going to kill yourself with those?"

"It was war," they told him, as if those three simple words could erase the nightmares, could stop the dead faces of those fallen in battle from haunting his every step. It was war, and he was just one of the casualties of it.