Derek's words came back to her with stunning clarity, almost bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She let her head drop and took a slow, shaky breath.

Curious, she picked the box up and flipped it over in her hands. Established relationship. Pure fluff.

They're given two weeks off to cope with their grief. Fourteen days to put Emily Prentiss behind them. Three hundred and thirty-six hours to learn to move forward. Twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes to remember what it feels like to breathe.

He doesn't tell her that it's over. Spoilers for "Lauren".

Jace, as it turned out, was the single most whiny sick person that Clary had ever come in contact with.

Max can’t fully appreciate the humor, not when the image of the shattered young man sobbing over Rachel Berrisford’s comatose body is the only thing she sees when she closes her eyes.

“Good,” Isabelle said, returning her hands to her hips. “Because I’m making you pasta, and you’re going to eat it, and you’re going to like it.” “I’m not sure how you’re going to enforce that last one,” Jace mused.

Jace turned his head to the side, and for a moment, Clary thought that he was reaching for his stele. But no—she heard a cough, and noticed that he was shaking. “Are you laughing at me?” she demanded, dismayed.

She reached up to place a hand against his cheek, and he closed his eyes again, leaning into her touch. He twined his fingers through hers, both welcoming the distraction and realizing that it wouldn’t help a thing.

Dean circa WIAWSNB. The white line goes on and on, providing all of the monotony he needs to hear her voice in his head over and over, saying, “We’re a family again. Let’s go home.”

Dean hates English class. He can lie to himself all he wants about it, but when it all comes down to it, it still stands that he bribes Sam into writing every last one of his papers until he graduates. Teen!Dean.

All she wanted was an A...what she got was a chance at love. Jude is a photography student given the assignment of taking candid shots of the campus bad boy, Tom Quincy. With the help of her crazy friends, she begins work on Mission Stalkarazzi. Complete.

Her world was always lighter when he was around. Fluffy, romantic little LJ drabble.

In the aftermath of the battle, Hermione tries to comfort George. [DH Spoilers.] [No ships.]

Sirius shook his head miserably as his younger brother walked away from him, out of his life for good. Or, as cliché would have it, so he thought. A long oneshot focusing on Sirius and Regulus Black.