Birthday gift fic for Midnight-hunter. It's New York City in 1886. The Gilded Age is in full swing and, in lower Manhattan, a painter named Jowd makes his living painting portraits of the wealthy. On this day, however, a man of means is going to enter his studio, wishing to commission him to paint a portrait... which will lead to something much more than he expects... CabanOwd

We will remain, washed into tomorrow. – Disparition, Doggerland

Ghost Trick spoilers, beware! Just how did that doggie learn how to spin?

One day, at seven in the morning or so, Jowd has two sets of memories. Just like that. It's fine if he gets a happy ever after, but trauma can change a person, and he's not sure how to reconcile two lives worth of choices and feelings. Threesome, post-canon.

When Cabanela felt something, his blood boiled, and it filled his arteries and his veins, and if he didn't move and cry out loud, something inside him would have burst. It wasn't even his wedding night, but Jowd and Alma's. It wasn't his place to be wearing his heart on his sleeve. Threesome Jowd/Alma/Cabanela, pre-canon.

A series of short stories about Yomiel and Sissel. Contains spoilers.

The kitten by his side is much like the snow.

If this man could become the (second? or is he that boastful?) best detective in the country, then absolutely anything can happen.

What if you wish comes true? What then?[Sissel/Lynne] Reviews welcome!(Also on Ao3 if you like that sort of thing)

In the end, he has spent five years running.

Ignorance is said to be bliss. [Jim Guthrie - You are far (Do you exist?)]

Never mind, turn back time. You'll be fine, I will get left behind. [Breaking Benjamin - Unknown Soldier]

Some of us get their memories back. Others never do.

He is just waiting for her burden to become too heavy.

"Try not to get tired of me soon, baby," Cabanela smirked. "I'll honour you with my presence for the whole ceremony. Then all through the feast. And then for a looonger time."

She may be a pigeon, but she is a clever one.

The world is Miss Kamila.

SPOILER PER LA FINE DEL GIOCO. Non leggere se non l'hai completato. Una shortfic scritta quando ho finito Ghost Trick (tre anni fa) di ciò che potrebbe succedere dopo la fine del gioco. Molto corta, ma spero vi piaccia! (C'è la possibilità che la posti anche in Inglese in futuro, ma non sono ancora convinta.)

Like a spider's web, to ensnare the fates of many people... – Collection of drabbles based on phone numbers and their locations.

ALERTA DE SPOILER. El plan de venganza de Yomiel se pondrá en marcha esa misma noche. El primer paso era encargarse de la joven que hace 10 años se encontraba en el parque, pues era gracias a ella que él había muerto aquel día. Sin embargo, ese primer paso no terminará en un éxito absoluto al perder algo para él importante.

Detective Jowd hates rain for it brings back memories of a tragedy... CabanOwd

*spoilers for ghost trick phantom detective endgame* A killer is on the loose and sissle decides to help in catching them, but in doing so will he loose everything he holds dear?

Yomiel reflects on his death after finding his apartment empty and his fiancee gone. (I'm not good at summaries and this is my first fanfic. Please bear with me).

A man goes into a back alley, not knowing what his fate may be. Does he survive? If Sissle is around he will! Has hidden spoilers if your haven't finished the game, and is my first fan-fiction. If you find any errors please tell me.

Co-written with Midnight-hunter. A horrific accident takes the lives of a family, except for one and for Lynne, the lone survivor, life will never be the same again. Unbeknownst to Cabanela and Jowd, the men who are investigating the accident, their lives are about to change in ways that they don't expect. Alternate Universe