Lydia has the banshee drill down cold: zone out, wander off, find a body, call Stiles. Except this time there is no body, just mud and trees, dirt under her fingernails, and a strange ache between her legs.

A series of drabbles for some of my followers' birthdays. Mostly Stydia but ships can vary depending on request. Ship, rating and summary are in each chapter.

Lydia knows better than to trust a trickster. But when the Nogistune shows up at her bed in the middle of the night with a sickening proposal, she may have to reconsider. Especially when it meant the possibility of saving Stiles Stilinski.

Five times Stiles has a panic attack, and one time Lydia does.

By the time Lydia realizes she's in love with Stiles, he's moved on. Lydia makes a plan.

It's the day of Kyle's funeral and Blane is feeling the strain of losing him. He decides to ditch the reception for some alone time to clear his head. Being as stubborn as he is there's only one person who can convince him to come back... Sorry for the crappy summary it's been a while since I've done one! Doesn't really need to be T but ah well.

Don't say a word... you'll scare them off. A week with Stydia cuteness, seen through the eyes of their friends.

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.

"Are you a whirlwind, banshee-girl?" he asks. His lips press to that sweetspot under her ear; her knees quake. "A hurricane –" she counters with a whispered almost-snarl " – and I swear to God I'll strip you to the bone." or, Lydia goes looking for the nogitsune.

She doesn't want to think about it. Not about the voices, not about the Nogitsune, not about the fact that everyday he's still out there, Stiles becomes a little weaker. Not about how his body won't hold out for much longer.

Lydia likes wearing Stiles' clothes. Stiles likes seeing her in them.

Take one Christmas party, a cocky, overzealous Gryffindor, a bushy-haired bookworm and an arrogant, possessive, platinum blond Slytherin, who may or may not be a jealous git. Now, mix them all together and what do you get? One hell of a headache! Dramione one-shot, rated M for language and adult content. SEQUEL POSTED!

Short pieces that come to mind about Blane and Daisy. Will be updated whenever inspiration strikes. Rating ranges from K to M, depending on each chapter.

"They don't tell you how to kiss a madman." Ginny/Tom Riddle, One-Shot.

He had thought that finally figuring out what Lydia was would put his mind at ease. However, banshee or not, he finds himself still running straight for her whenever she screams, with that same familiar fear gripping his heart.

For ninety-nine hours, she had been held against her will. For the ninety-nine days that follow, her will is what he up against.

His fingers are long—the type of fingers that a girl notices; the type of fingers that makes a girl wonder what kind of patterns they could sear into her skin. She averts her eyes and realizes that Stiles is looking at her (or rather her in his sweater) again.

"Isaac James Lahey if you ever leave me alone in a hospital without answering your phone again I am going to kick your supernatural ass into the next millenium, do you hear me?" or: Lydia and Isaac and aftermaths. [5th in the 'toss me a heavy rope' series]

Sleep comes in stages - these are theirs. (or: five times Lydia finds herself sleeping with/in the vicinity of Stiles, and feelings) [4th in the 'toss me a heavy rope' series]

0% plot, 100% smut. seriously, all smut. you've been warned. marius x cosette. drabble.

Clara comes down with the flu and the Doctor makes good use of his chosen name.

She smiles up from the nook on his shoulder that was made for her, fingers dancing across the stubble on his cheeks, and her eyes are so full love and trust and tenderness and this is his life, that whatever else is going on around them doesn't matter.

I have forgotten the ache in my ribs, I have forgotten my sore jaw, I have forgotten everything. There's just him and me. Rated M, post Insurgent.

The detectives of the 16th Precinct gather to celebrate Olivia's birthday. Flirting, innuendo and lust ensues. And a little kink. Assume this is post season 11 or 12; Elliot is divorced, and never left the unit. I am writing a series of stories based on images of Chris Meloni on Pinterest - if his clothes are described then I saw a photo of him and, after I swooned, was inspired.

Derek roared, streaking out into the night in search of the most trusting idiot he'd ever met. He knew one day that Scott's benevolence would get the better of him. Hunters would use any tool at their disposal to destroy a werewolf, including their compassion.

A little AU scene for the end of 'Spy Plane.' Daisy and Blane have a moment or two... xD T 'cause I'm paranoid.

Complete. A wish sends Bella back in time to Chicago, 1918, and to a human Edward. This story is baby-free.

He finds her, broken and bleeding, and it will change everything. A rape aftermath story told from Draco Malfoy's POV. DHr

Life in general is not going well for Olivia. Being kidnapped only makes it worse. EO COMPLETE!

Draco Malfoy mourns Hermione Granger the only way a spoiled rich kid knows how. Told from Narcissa Malfoy's POV. Oneshot. Complete.