With the last safe place gone and the organization torn to pieces, a lone member tries to keep the spark alive. He meets with the last trusted person and both begin a journey to rise from the ashes. One goes on her own, to rescue those she cares about most, the other to fix what is broken. But time is working against them and with enemies everywhere, their spark may just go out.

Some unfortunate events that happen to noble people are recorded, and they are considered tragedies. The ones that happen to less likeable and just noble enough people go by unquestioned, unnoticed, unrecorded. Because no one believes they're a tragedy. They believe they're called justice. [The story of what happened between Count Olaf, Kit Snicket and La Forza Del Destino]

If you are looking for a story with happy and appropriate relationships than look elsewhere. Not very many happy things happened in the lives of these orphans, this is a more adult oriented version of a series of unfortunate events. Violet and Klaus seek solace in each other through the events of the series and then afterwords.

"Oui, c'est une très méchante orpheline, vous avez raison, Monsieur Poe, clama Olaf. Mais que voulez-vous, je ne pouvais pas laisser trois orphelins avec une immense fortune à la rue, c'est le genre d'homme que je suis... Donc où sont les papiers à signer ?" Violette n'écoutait pas. Elle avait retiré son fidèle ruban de sa poche. FIC ENTIERE DISPO SUR AO3 SEULEMENT !

Drabble (x6.5). Violet Baudelaire has never felt quite the same about Santa Claus again. Gift!fic for Les.

This will be a series of short vignettes chronicling the Quagmire triplets' time at Prufrock Prep. Rated for language later on.

Aunt Josephine doesn't make the mistake of correcting Count Olaf's grammar at the wrong moment. Will he let her live?

A little drabble about Klaus saying his first word. Written for the First Time for everything challenge by The In One on the A Series of Unfortunate Events Fanfiction Challenges forum.

Violet and Isadora buy a cottage and learn all the different ways you can love someone.

This whole thing should have never happened. Writing a fic was a mistake. While I take a pause to get my life relatively in order, have a mini-fic intermission to the series

In which Jerome Squalor learns about his engagement to a woman he has spent one evening with.

The sequel to "Here" Do you ever have something you can't stop staring at because you hate it so much? That's essentially what happened to me, except I wrote 80,000 words about it, only to realize that I STILL WASN'T DONE. And so here we are, a few dozen chapters later, with a story still to tell. So enjoy the aftermath of my literary equivalent of hate-scrolling, Heathens.

Count Olaf is the bad guy, or so everyone thinks. Who's the real villain behind the scenes? AU For the Writer's Anonymous Character Development Writing Challenge.

Unable to stop the wedding from taking place, Violet is named Count Olaf's wife. She swears to both her siblings that she will find out the reason they were put into this misfortune, and in the mean time, promises Olaf she'll spruce up the house full of eyes, while learning all of the duties a Countess must learn. Violet has more than her plate full, but must save her siblings.

Violet and her mother get into an argument, on the day her parents die. Her thoughts on what she should have done.

What if Count Olaf had a reason behind the reason? Rated T for a reason.

An hour passed and her steely eyes became soft. "Why do you hate me?" She pouted, "Why have you always hated me?" "No tears." Olaf titled the second or third bottle in her direction. "This is supposed to stop those." She looked down at the blood-red liquid in her glass. "Is that why you drink it so much?" A Violaf AU.

An unstoppable force meets an immovable object-his jealousy and her stubbornness respectively. I just. I hate this ship so much but at the same time, I'm fascinated by it. And so I've written a book to get it off my chest. It's driven entirely by psychotic hate, and yet I KEEP COMING BACK TO IT. Enjoy, Heathens.

Here, here; The riches are too grotesque; The nobles too insane; The poor too unfortunate; The living too damned; The dead too unrespected; The time too fast; The rules too tight; The crimes too numerous; The words too tedious; And a girl...who isn't afraid of the world.

This, of course, is only a fragment of the plot.

Their names were JS and JS.

Just some family fluff with The Baudelaire's while they lived with Uncle Monty! :)

Please find enclosed herein the misfiled fourteenth (14) report from the previously numbered thirteen (13) reports filed under "Suspicious Incidents" in our archives.

Food has an uncanny habit of lodging itself in one's memories. The aroma, the taste, even the appearance can manage to stay with someone for a lifetime. So when one comes into contact with a certain food, even many years later, that food can bring about memories, both pleasant and unpleasant. (Short stories centered around the different types of foods in the series)

Count Olaf sets out through the multiverse to prove his supremacy amongst all villains, and gets more than he bargained for! See the VIDEO at: /watch?v twfgfbzZ-8