A discussion of self-sacrifice and devotion.

Just how far will Beetlejuice go for Lydia?

Beetlejuice, a bathtub, water – what?

A ghost, trapped, alone and afraid. Who will come to the rescue?

Lydia betrayed Beetlejuice. How could he forgive her?

An evening at home with the Juice family. With surprises. And Beetlejuice getting about as sappy as he ever will.

Lydia makes a bad decision. A really, really bad decision.

Apologies are made and Beetlejuice receives unexpected news.

Tempers flare and hearts are hurt.

Dedicated with the utmost respect, humble admiration, and grateful love to the inimitable Miss Austen.

Beetlejuice is hearing things. And nursing a very private grief.

"Beetlejuice turned her to him, cradled her face in his hands and said her name again. "Lydia." Then he pulled her close, his breathing now ragged, and wept softly against her cheek." "Beetle in Paris" depicts an achievement, a breakthrough, a milestone. A big one.

A discussion of love, when and how.

Beetlejuice finds Lydia's pregnancy test. How does he deal with that?

Lydia and Beetlejuice are on their honeymoon. After that, as Beetlejuice's pal Willie the Shake might have put it, various alarums and excursions. Or: Married life – a bed of roses, complete with thorns. Dangerous thorns. Which is fit for a fairy tale.

Valentine's Day is for lovers, so Lydia seduces Beetlejuice. But his reaction is not what she expected.

Lydia's eighteenth birthday. Certain special gifts are involved which are much more important than Pranksgiving.

Lydia and Beetlejuice sleep together. The Deetzes discover them. Charles is shocked, upset, and angry. Delia is . . . Delia.

Well, what do you do when your children won't sleep?

"But I heard you. You were clearly talking about . . . about having sex with her! Who was she!" Lydia demanded, almost blind with anguish and rage.

Two TV characters from the last century meet and discuss . . . fanfic?

In every relationship, there are very important "first times". This is a "first time" for Beetlejuice and Lydia.

At some point, most people realize the true meaning of Christmas. The means by which they arrive at this understanding differ considerably. As, indeed, do most people.

What do you get the guy who can have anything he wants by snapping his fingers?

I haven't posted anything to this site for a long time, and I haven't followed up on my Beetlejuice fics for even longer. While I completed every fic I started here, I know I left a lot of the story untold. So while this isn't a fic, it is some of the answers I know it's likely I'll otherwise never offer. So for that reason if nothing else, I still hope this is allowed to stay up.