They were pride, peace, and mystery. They were beautiful together. They were purple.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Adrien would be lying he said he never imagined finding out who Ladybug was. In his imagination, it had always happened dramatically after a battle, or maybe romantically on the top of the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame. But it was always supposed to be to Chat Noir. Never to Adrien."

He should never have come. He should never even have tried. (really really angsty riarkle christmas fic)

maya is caught in a thunderstorm and there's nowhere to go but lucas' house. problem one? they haven't really spoken since the ski lodge. problem two? he actually wants to know why. (post ski lodge, two chapter fic)

"It's not really a date if the girl goes home to her fiancé." She's the love of his life. He knows and he's willing to keep this crappy job to be close and wait for her. As long as it takes. (au based off jim and pam from 'the office')

Ryan likes Kelly best when she's quiet. Unfortunately Kelly is never quiet.

she found him tucked in between every spectrum of visibility. d/hr—one-shot, COMPLETE

Sleep is one weird thing. It can make you not know where you are or what you are doing and can reveal your wildest urges. Sleepwalking, for example. But when Marco falls asleep on the couch after a late night movie marathon, he finds some unbelievable things that involve Star. Starco included, obviously.

One of Marinette's rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. Thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes but there are other things to be more afraid of. Her heart, for example, might be one of them. Mari/Chat.

She knows she doesn't have a soul, because even if she did it would've been eaten away by regret years ago.

It is a time filled with promises, nostalgia, glassy-eyed smiles and drinks that spill like stardust. / Or, Farkle and Riley throughout the years.

What if, between the lines of Harry Potter, Draco and Hermione had much more to do with each other than we thought? One shot.

The clouds were painted across the sky like sheets covering a bed that had already been slept in. Liesel was taking a nap. It had been five years since the day she lost everything. warning: BOOK THIEF FEELS

Malfoy getting married was just the rescue she needed. DHr. Complete.

What Blaise Zabini hadn’t understood in the beginning soon became the clearest thing in the entire universe. DHr. One-shot.

It's funny how some people find you right when you need them to. DHr, OOC. Finished/One-shot!

It is all you can see; blinding, blurring, encompassing grey. Grey, like your eyes. Grey, like your heart. You wonder if you have a heart. Your world and your life passes by. ...You begin to wonder if you are, indeed, alive.