Ghosts aren't always people. More often, ghosts are the imprints the people leave behind.
A series of windows into the journey of Merlin and Arthur's relationship.
This was supposed to be a way to save his best friend. It kind of went sideways.
Dean Winchester was just looking for a good time. Instead he got three annoying adventurers, one treasure-seeking trickster, his long-lost brother, the Ten Plagues of Egypt, a three-thousand-year-old mummy, and a hot librarian who's too curious for his own good.
If Hugh walked in right now, he'd be scarred for life.
We're merely mammals…
Phryne's in his lap. Jack's face is… well. And there's only so much denial a person can handle.
"Jack Robinson, the man who always does the right thing." "Not always."
The mistletoe might be fake. Their kiss is not.
Foyle was right about one thing, Jack thinks.
Detective Inspector Jack Robinson is a man of many talents, not the least of which is his skill with Shakespeare.
It's Kate's birthday. She and Rick are celebrating… privately.
Atton and the Exile's relationship, as seen from their time in the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk.
It's a fine line between hate and, well, other things, and they've just erased it completely.
It's like a high-stakes poker tournament—you take down one opponent and another one's already waiting to play next round. Note: This story is complete but I will be editing it as I feel I rushed through some bits. Gotta make this the best it can be for you lovelies!
He already knows what heaven looks like. It's her.
Evelyn is a rather intense dreamer…
Rick teaches Evie to fight. It kind of goes according to plan.
It's not rekindling the flame so much as adding fuel to the fire.
Jonathan honestly tries to be a big brother. No, really.