There's life in the desert, and it's just them. But probably not for long. (Sometimes, it's not just them. Sometimes, it's whatever Icarus X brought back with them.) Lydia/Stiles/Malia, post-apocalypse AU.

Maybe she always knew what he was: a place so dark she could be her own light. A contrast of such depth she could drown in him and never truly sink.

Lydia can shape Stiles into anything she chooses. What she chooses is this: blood, breath, and a slow death. (AU with Lydia and Stiles as serial killers)

Stiles is dead. But he isn't gone. (They are Orpheus and Eurydice, retold. It isn't funny, but Lydia can't help laughing.)

He doesn't remember. (It's getting to be a theme). An exploration of the slow descent of Stiles Stilinski.

Derek Hale is the resident exorcist and demonology expert of Los Angeles. He has a mouthy apprentice called Stiles. Someone is killing the people of West L.A. and apparently it's their job to find out what's going on. Essentially, the Constantine movie with more werewolves and brooding and long-suffering apprentices who just want an ice cream.

But on this night, a murder-night, a blood-soaked sheet night in a house down the lane, there are girls that continue laughing, and magic that continues humming, and there is a man that calls himself Klaus who continues to wonder how of all places, he finds someone he is curious of, drawn to, in the place he once called home. 5 times Caroline totally doesn't want to kiss Klaus.

"Love," he says, simply– as if it doesn't cut to the core of her, doesn't taste sharp and bright in her mouth, a flutter of wonder and resignation and curiosity. A short Klaroline drabble.

Andromeda, retold: Serpents fear bad wolves.

Castiel gets a Tumblr. No, really. He's pushing buttons, and the laptop keeps making that dull ringing tone that means you shouldn't be pressing any buttons at all.

If he's honest, well, if he's realistic, he doesn't end up at a wedding once he's ripped back into the universe. Eleven visits Rose.

A loss, a gain, and the time between the saying. 'There is moment where neither of them say anything at all, and it seems to her that a whole universe could have been born in the space between them, worlds forming and turning.' Post-The Reichenbach Fall.

He wants you to live with him by the ocean, the powerful unknown sweeping up within him, waves which crash through his veins, salt on his tongue and the wind at his back, and you, beside him, always.

But in the dark, they can hear the sounds. New moons, when risen, force all the women to shield their children, while the men restlessly guard their homes. A small, quiet horror story with Nine and Rose.

Beyond the forest, and the sea. The wolf will wait for thee. He wants to show her the gardens, but he warns her to stay out of the forest. "The trees," he says a little uneasily, "have a bit of personality." Prose, with serious dream imagery.

The story of how blood and dust came to be. There is a hunter in all of us. AU: the Doctor and Rose are Vampire Hunters.

She never thought her beginning and end would be on a beach.

They've both seen the mark of her in different rooms, proof that the memory of her, like a ghost, still remains; but now they see how her things affect him. Martha, Donna, TenRose.

But the truth of it is: you will never hear your heels click— only the ticking of a clock. Fairytales are rarely as we imagine them.

Time has never been a straight line for Rose Tyler. It should have figured that dimensions wouldn't be either. Pre- and Post-Series 4, all at the same time.

It is selfish to think of things like this, he knows, but he is alive, again, and his companion is not, again, and he is only trying to find an equilibrium through all of this. A sequel of sorts to Castles.

He seems to glide through the bar, a feat near-impossible with all the bodies crammed hot and heavy in every corner. They part for him without really noticing; a shadow gathering at the hint of evening, long and cool, invisible.

He watches her dream, and he can recall the days of his life when he was not unusual, electric. When he did not burn with something close to fire.

She thinks she will remember the shift of feeling inside of her, always know exactly when her life became something brighter, but the truth of it is that it happened long before then. A telling of Breaking Dawn in prose. No real spoilers.

She finds that she still loves him, daft idiot that he is, and even now, when he’s really fretfully burning the toast, she accepts it wholly and wonders what sort of adventure the evening will bring. Spoilers for Journey's End.

Looking up, the drops seemed like elaborate constellations, painting themselves quickly upon the atmosphere with a glisten before gravity pulled them down and away, a new one ready to take it’s place. Spoilers for From Dead to Worse. Eric, Sookie.

“I was almost happy,” she says one day, cleaning her dishes calmly, apropos of absolutely nothing. An impossible window shines pale light across her shoulders in a shifting pattern, but she feels no warmth. AU Post-Reunion TenRose .

Sam sometimes wonders if people ever have dreams as weird as his life actually is. Crossover with Supernatural

Sunlight will break slowly against the glass windows of her life, gold seeping through the rooms of her heart, gradually gilding all she will glean from the minutes which ripple softly against her skin. Spoilers for series 4.

Crossover with Green Wing. The Fifth Doctor and Peri land at East Hampton Hospital Trust and encounter some of their staff.

Rose had long ago accepted the fact that the universe was a bizarre and mysterious place, if it was even a place and not some sort of hilarious cosmic joke. Nine, Rose.

She feels like an unknown dirge, a multipart symphony in patience and distance unbroken by the clawing sensation of unjustness which calmly and constantly exists in her throat. Ten, Rose.

Something clever could be on the tip of your tongue, so you carefully run it over your teeth, feeling the even divisions and imagining the damage you could do.

The greasy feel of thunder tangles in her hair, and the chill silently shocks her cheeks, but she doesn’t shy away from it. Not anymore. Five snapshots of Edward and Bella.

She likes to remember he has that way about him, everything untraditional and untoward, all mocking and rage and cleverness wrapped up in the stripes of his scarf. A glimpse in the life of SarahJane Smith.

Time sometimes flows backwards between your mouths and the past will slip out, unbidden, but it changes nothing. Ten, Jack.

She died when he did, she thinks, but the hurt doesn’t lessen. Spoilers for the finale.

Sometimes, if you look closely, you can see the horizon in her eyes before the sides crinkle and her lashes brush it away, but in that one slow second she has your entire world wrapped in hazel irises.

Theirs is a special death, but only in the way that it is not a death at all, but an impossible future in which their lives are not lived. Sometimes angsty, sometimes mildly humorous. Vague S3 spoilers.

There’s a sort of poetry to it, all the preaching about destiny and arrows and rediscovering paths to something better, and the way you find your new distraction is when bombs are raining from the sky and you’re ready to go out fighting.

Above her is just grey, just dark and bleak and grey, and she thinks about how it’s so fitting for her to end up this way, how it’s almost like she wanted but exactly like she promised.

Elbows on bent knees, she rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands, the pressure causing explosions of color to appear and then fade behind her eyelids. Rose can't sleep and the Doctor explains the historical significance of the potato. 2x06 spoilers.

He thinks her eyes are reflecting life, and can nearly see rows of fluorescent lights dotting the bits of green in her irises. Jim has a normal, everday conversation with Pam. Set Season 2.

Hallway clashes. Drabble. Set Season 2. Logan POV.