In the aftermath of the triple sacrifice, Scott's pack is forced to deal with the repercussions of coming back from the dead. In addition to their internal issues, Beacon Hills has truly become a beacon once more, drawing enemies from the woodwork that the pack had never suspected to encounter…(3b continuation fic, multiple pairings)**Complete**

After Clarke and Finn fight, Bellamy gets the wrong impression. Bellamy/Clarke. Upgraded to M.

During a trek for water, Octavia asks Clarke for a favor and Clarke complies. Bellamy/Clarke. Read and Review!

Poker Night was simple enough. Show up at Clarke's every Thursday night. BYOB, all phones off at the door, don't get in the middle when Mom and Dad start to bicker, never mention Mt. Weather, and for the love of God don't bring any randos. The thing about rules though? People can't help but break them. AKA 5 times someone ruins Poker Night and 1 time all bets were off. (Bellarke)

20 times the right question forces Clarke and Bellamy to say everything they need to say.

Everything about them had a steady pace, a couple hundred tiny steps and then one big leap, like the way the wind would blow against a door that never closed all the way, little by little until eventually it flew open all at once. Or the story of how two walking disasters stumble into something beautiful.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Maybe Stiles was still the same person, and it was Lydia who changed.

She should've known that studying with Stiles would get her into trouble.

"Comparatively, he was a wolf and she was a sparrow." A story without an ending, but a story nonetheless. A story about Firewhiskey, tea, and murder. Dramione one-shot. Warfic.

"That incident, their first kiss, always reminded her of a car crash; people often described how they could recall every moment before and every moment after, but the impact itself was lost or hazy, like when you find a new bruise and can't remember where it came from. And Hermione could genuinely remember every detail that followed the impact. Every detail." Dramione. One-shot.

"He would've known her silhouette in a room made of shadows." A ghost story that's not about ghosts at all. Dramione one-shot. EWE.

Seven years later, and she's there. Right there. Seven years of questions and scribbling her name onto parchment, and she's close enough to touch, close enough to grab her hand, like he should have the first time. Warfic. 6 years post-Hogwarts. One-shot.

"If you find my body on the side of the road later, question Kensi first." Nell, Deeks, mistletoe, and a kiss no one saw coming. A one-shot K/D and N/C fic with a twist! Companion piece to "Fallout" by imahistorian.

Hermione tugged at the string holding the hood onto the boy's head, gingerly pulling the fabric back to reveal his face. Lying before her, barely recognizable beyond the swelling and the blood, but still very much himself, was Draco Malfoy.

He's an arrogant writer, full of cynicism and apathy, trying to survive a book tour. She's the cheerful journalist who is following him around, attempting to write a profile about him. It's always complicated when opposites attract. AU.

One night, Elena finds herself alone in the boarding house...a night Elena will never remember and one that Damon will never forget.

It's become very clear to Eugene that Rapunzel has little to no understanding of amorous affection.

Forced to work together when their old schoolmates start dying, Hermione & Draco must overcome their differences to solve the mysterious deaths. The tension in the office is getting rather...heated. Mature themes. 4years PostHogwarts/War. EWE. DMHG.

The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.”