Will and Tessa's wedding night and the early days of their marriage. This earns its rating. It isn't quite PWP but there isn't a lot of plot.

An accident in Henry's lab forces Tessa and the others to make some adjustments. Jem/Tessa.

Charlotte believes Henry has no affections for her, and a dejected Henry is determined to prove her wrong. Henry/Charlotte. Mild Lemon.

A collection of Post-Clockwork Princess oneshots. #5: He was always having to teach her things. But maybe he was the one who had learned the most.

Post-Clockwork Prince. A spell with unexpected side effects forces Will to face the one thing he wishes he could hide from and the one thing he cannot live without: the love he bears for Tessa and Jem.

And the one time they actually lose it. Jem/Tessa. Post-Clockwork Prince.

Five symptoms of Jem Carstairs's "illness," and how Tessa soothes them all.

He kisses my lips and then each of the four birds tattooed under my collarbone, lingering a little longer on the newest one; the one closest to my heart; the one that represents him. Post-Insurgent/Tris' fear of intimacy.

When Wendy's thimble stirs confusing feelings in Peter Pan, he finds himself facing an entirely unfamiliar way of relating not only to Wendy, but also to his own body. Rating for sexuality COMPLETE

Four moments leading up to Percy and Annabeth's first time together. Futurefic.

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.”

As per the Hat's decision, Harry gets Sorted into Slytherin upon his arrival in Hogwarts—and suddenly, the future isn't what it used to be.

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.

"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.

"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.

One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos. Dramione. EWE. Memory fic.

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.

The press of curved silver against her cheek. Sharp. Blood pulsing under the skin. And beneath that, dizzying ecstasy, a kind of sickening thrill. The whisper of breath against her mouth, cool and metallic. "Wendy."

The eve of Sarah's twenty-first birthday falls on the night of Beltane… a night when the borders between the physical and magical world become blurred, and a certain Goblin King reappears with an offer to renew, and won't be taking no for an answer…

"I'm afraid, Sarah, dear, that you have no choice in the matter," replied Jareth, eyes twinkling. He lounged back in his armchair and casually pulled a crystal from thin air. It danced between his fingertips. "The Labyrinth—and I—have chosen you. You are, in every sense of the word, our muse."

She had thought she was done with this, she had moved on. But Sarah Williams is about to learn that her assumptions are rarely correct, and Goblin Kings cannot be defeated by mere words alone. JS

What if the Labyrinth really had been just a dream? Too bad Sarah never figured that out, it would have saved writer Jareth Corbett a whole lot of trouble. Or is Sarah really on to something bigger than either of them could have guessed? JS.

Sarah takes Toby to a concert of art song. It is the darkest evening of the year. Words have power. Songs can be magic. And undying love can be more terrible than beautiful ... Please read and respond!

Sarah has good grades, a circle of friends, and a cute boyfriend. Life's great...right? So why does she have the strange feeling that something's missing? Fairy tales show that magic will make you or break you. Which category does she belong in?

Sarah believed her defeat of the Goblin King nine years ago was a dream. It was real. But it was also a lie. (Story Complete)