"Joseph watched the exchange from behind a lens of nostalgia. He saw the 10 year old boy, curled up on his mother's lap. Her mouth shaping around childish words in reading books. The promises that he would love her forever and his love was infinite. Did all children make those promises? Even to a queen, those promises must have meant something." C and J.

"Her husband broke his relationship with Solitude in order to become the bed-mate of Guilt." A drabble in canon and character which examines Carlisle's relationship with guilt.

"She hadn't realised, when welcoming her sons and daughters into her heart as much as she would have with any child she had made, it would hurt just as badly when she had to watch them go." An exploration of different moments of motherhood for the matriarch. In canon and character. A series of stand-alone moments.

"She pulled him through those moments where the weight of his eternity pressed onto him and those things that he had witnessed pressed against his eyelids with an intensity which crippled him." Edward shares his reasons for desiring marriage. All characters are property of S Meyer. I own nothing.

He pictured himself crawling into her bed as Rupert did. Not silk but black cotton. A boy from a small sea-side town made good. Stronger arms and a healthier body. A companion piece, and follow up, to my story 'Indiscretions'. I'd suggest you read that first. One-shot.

She startled at the voice, suddenly aware of another presence. She wiped her eyes hastily, hoping that the man in front of her hadn't born witness to her angry tears. C&J.

"Of course your Majesty; a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early." In this heat, he can't bare her one infuriating habit.

The metaphorical threshold is far larger. So much so that it involves much more than just a decision to put an expensive leather brogue over a carpet runner. C&J.

It is not just those in it that are affected by their relationship. Angst/romance C and J.

The Ice Queen is affected by what the tabloids have to say. C/J.

Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy. Forever insperable, forever at odds. Their beginning, and a forging of a future in which both become damned to a life of enslavement. Enslaved in each other. Hogwarts era.

Narcissa's faces what she doesn't want to but somewhere, always behind her is is her love for him pushing her over the edge.

In this, Draco sees everything he fears. His father is incarcerated and all he has left is time captured in pictures.

After the first downfall of Voldemort, Lucius needs a way out but it is always possible for a Malfoy. especially a sly, coniving way out...

...it no longer created in him that ecstasy. It only created a dull thud, which he imagined was what was left of his conscience. He closed his eyes but sleep never came, only those at peace slept. Lucius realises guilt never leaves.