There are certain advantages and jokes about the demigod life, things that the Mortals in Percy's school certainly wouldn't understand. Chapter 7 is up: What came of Perseus Jackson's great coming out of "I Have A Girlfriend" in 2010 and what happened when the said girlfriend met his friends. Disclaimer: Me no own Percy Jackson.

In which a lot of doubting of the grasps on logic is done, sex is had, drinks (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic) are downed, and Celestina Warbeck is appreciated, not necessarily in that order / AU Drarry ficlets

(Grow up Lavender, it's no time to play catch now.) Is it wrong? Maybe. But she can't say no, not to this. / A freeverse poem collection of Harry Potter characters

The Story In Which James Potter has Cheekbones that Can and Will Break Through Anything, Lily Evans is a Hot/Hormonal/Horny Idiot, Sirius is Sugarhigh, Remus Reads Too Much/Is Werewolf Supreme (we'll get to that), and Peter Doesn't Exist. A mix of a crack and a parody of a typical Marauders! fic.

I imagined that battlefield. Wands blazing, corpses flying. Of which side they are, nobody knows. After all, you heroes were just minions inside one big plot, unheard, even when your screams echo and slice open the sky. And while you metaphorically sharpened your knives, I crafted a plan to run away. Merlin knows I was good at that at least / Drarry

Title says it all. Fluff, angst, who knows what else—a recording of life in the HP universe.

Exactly what the title says: just some chapters of angst. "Stupid Mr. Potter it's always Mr. Potter the boy who lived who they could never let go but not Harry just plain Harry"-Third chapter: in which Harry laments and endures counseling with a mediwitch.

This, my dear readers, is the story of Fred and George Weasley, starting out as measly first years on their illustrious career of bets and adventures. (April fools special fic)

They're at another party. Another spin-the-bottle. Countless, faceless bodies-too blurry because they're too drunk and lazy to try to care. So they stand, and drink, and stare at each other. Because it's sort of comforting: the way they know each other. Wolstar romance, with a fair dash of angst.

"In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away." That, ladies and gentlemen, is the undeveloped story of Drew Tanaka's sad, sad life.

Hazel was always the youngest, the left out one on the Argo ll. Did anyone knew what she was thinking when she first boarded and met the rest of the Seven?