Gellert doesn't simply shine—Gellert blazes, casting all around him into shadow with sheer dazzling force of being. When he turns that beatific gaze on you, your whole body comes alive for him: heat flaring up from within, blood in your veins turned to light.

Eponine and Grantaire write a list discussing the pros and cons of a relationship with each of their friends. And come to a startling conclusion...

Natori gets a visitor, one rainy evening. [Pre-canon.]

Breathing had become an art for John Constantine.

Natori and Matoba have a history, but that's all it is. Written for New Year Resolutions 2014.

Grantaire should've known that it was destined to be a bad day when he woke up around ten in the morning with a splitting headache. Modern AU, Enjolras/Grantaire. Based off a prompt from tumblr.

A frockcoat borne of necessity, a good turn borne of a favor, a lasting friendship to accompany Time. A platonic William & Grell piece originally on LJ.