Ginny feels another sarcastic remark rolling on the back of her tongue, but clenches her teeth around it, until she feels a twinge of pain. Without Luna here, it feels like her impulse control has gone down into the negative digits. Without Luna, she feels lonely. /Canon AU. Linny. Standalone.

As soon as the vile word crawls out of Narcissa's mouth, Lily spins around, plummeting her closed fist into the other girl's cheek. Gasps and hoots of approval erupt from the fifth year students hanging over the Astronomy's staircase. A gleam of dark red blood pools into the corner of Narcissa's alabaster-pale mouth. /Pre-series. Femslash. Minishot.

Merlin will never die. Time has withered him to a standoffish, hollow mimicry of what he has once been. The boy who wore his smiles with pride and genuine feeling. The worst part is he never truly lives, not until this, until destiny spits Arthur Pendragon back out. /Modern Era. Post-Series/Series 5.

She's not sure what to call it when Asami kisses her. Fire sparks, lightning, all of it novaing her veins—none of it seems to fit.

"See how he calls your name, Loras?" Margaery's voice crawls over him, like a wash of light, and like saccharine-flavored sin never to be procured by his tongue. "His Grace calls to you like a reckoning before the old and new gods. They are -nothing- to him." /Canon AU. Oneshot.

The weather programme advises for rainy conditions, but not for a bleedin' hailstorm. Gwen forgets her brolly during the rush, trapped outside, and is utterly mesmorised by her newest acquittance in killer heels. /Modern AU. Oneshot.

"Hold onto this for a little bit, won't you," Emma says, not pleading, not a flicker of uncertainty in her resolve, and Regina's driven speechless. (The one where Regina's literally in possession of her heart.)

Jenny follows Katrina into the woods out of curiosity, and leaves it with kiss-bruises and the impression she's in way too deep. /Standalone.

Arthur suspected at first that he would have stopped at half-sleeves but Merlin, because of some universal decree to keep Arthur on his toes about this grinning, toothy idiot, constantly surprises him. /Modern AU. Mpreg. Oneshot.

The dead whisper, and they are often never heard. /Canon AU. Freylin. Oneshot.

It's the first snowstorm of the year in the mountainous countryside, and all of their friends are pleasantly tipsy and huddling in the back of Gwen's house for the warmth of the roaring fireplace and more drinks. She warms herself with Morgana instead. /Modern AU. Morgwen. Standalone.

This was the first time Hunith ever managed to get a man into her bed—and her mother, God rest her soul, would have been appalled. He was but a stranger, nearly unconscious with fever, carried in by two of the stronger farmhands. /Canon Era. Oneshot.

Over several hundred years of loneliness and failure, Merlin resorts to defying all natural-born laws to get Arthur back. This time, he sacrifices his body as a vessel to carry Arthur anew. /Canon Era. Post-Series. Mpreg.

Gwaine is a terrible influence wherever they go, and that's half the reason Percy admires him. /Modern AU. Oneshot.

Kissing Merlin is easy, because he doesn't care. But slowly falling in love with Elena feels like torture. /Modern AU. Standalone.

Arthur reluctantly decides on a private snuggling session. /Modern AU. Oneshot.

He craved every sensation Merlin could give him willingly, and would spare none for any others. /Canon Era. Oneshot.

Falling for a Pendragon was like asking for an early grave. (In which everyone is nervous and adorable. Except Merlin.)

It's Prince Arthur's bed, for goodness sake, and Morgana has that naughty little gleam in her eye again. /Canon Era. Femmeslash. Oneshot.

Maleficent's once-broken heart slowly regains its feeling. The crown wilted, but Aurora's smile remains ethereal. /Femmeslash. Standalone.