The youkai have grown by one and now that it's been done, they celebrate.

[AU, part of Diluted Seasons] They were both monsters. One had blood. The other had Ruko.

[ficlet collection][part of Diluted Seasons] She is caked in flame and blood, and walks on a path of ashes and mud.

"And off they go. I wonder who is worse at staying still, Gold or Red? What do you think?" So Green asks. And, of course, Silver can't just answer the question.

Luna was always good at finding, and caring. This time it's a bitten Lavender, before and after the full moon during the rebuilding of Hogwarts.

Bag End was much livelier now, Frodo mused.

Each of them was thinking something a little different when they saw the sky change.

Their hands are empty now.

Noise is the enemy and music is their lance.

A brightly lit tail and blazing eyes in battle... [haiku]

Voldemort won the war. Hermione is on trial for war crimes. Dramione.

Perhaps in a way, Daisy did get to float Gatsby around in one of her pink clouds. Gatsby's death.

Peder's thoughts on Miri.

100 unrelated drabbles on Hades. Pointless and (mostly) full of humour.

Erik's curse...

A collection of drabbles and one shots about Harry as an elfling/elf. Written for various challenges. Various warnings, ratings and types.

A Collection of one shots and poems and drabbles and more written for the Anime and Manga Mega Prompt Challenge. Warnings: Different fandoms, ratings, styles, pairings and more.

She was the one thing he couldn't stand to lose. ―MeixYamato

Every once in a while, her hand in another's, she'd be brought back to that one night. Years later, perhaps even decades, she'd remember it like it'd happened yesterday. ―KiritoxLiz

He liked his women like he liked his chess: dull, boring, and predictable. Unfortunately, she wasn't any of those things. ―InoxShikamaru

He was always there for her, strong and steady in a way no one else could be. ―MorgianaxAlibaba

He's awestruck. Kiba/Ino.

She had a knack for Pokémon, even if no one else seemed to see it, and it was because of that gift that the thought of her going back home and abandoning her dream seemed impossibly horrible. ―Dualrivalshipping

A little collection of three poems written for the Indigo League Pokemon Challenge. Complete.

Giovanni never thought that when he returned home for some rest and relaxation time and a chance to spend time with his family that he would not end up with overprotective employees, fools almost giving away his secrets and other villain teams from other regions. How will Giovanni cope with his son finding a familiar green haired child alone?