Mikasa gripped the tiny box tightly in her hands, biting her lip as she stared at it nervously. She was second-guessing every decision that brought her to this moment; questioning every little thought and whim and idea that had occurred to her in the past week.

She wouldn't imagine herself able to do the same, had the serum been in her hand instead. Was he that selfless? Was he ready to step on his heart, sacrifice the life of those who mattered to him, for the sake of humanity and what was best for it? He was, clearly. He proved it. (Ch. 84 Spoilers)

Snapshots of Levi's birthdays through the years. Some platonic Rivamika at the end. Originally written for Rivamika Week 2014. COMPLETE

When my own people cast me out, it was the enemy that took me in. / Atreia through the eyes of an exiled Asmodian; graphic descriptions of all kinds.

Less a single story and more a collection of stand-alone vignettes from the world and timeline of The Lay of a Broken Winged Sparrow. Written as inspired, but published by request.

What can happen if someone plays Aion too much? Warning: don't try this in your city. ;)

The closer he stands to her candle, the longer his shadow grows. // Ariel x Asphel, one-shot.

The Oroborus...the dragon eating it's tail. A symbol of life's never ending circle, a balance of life everlasting and constant. With life in Stark and Arcadia hanging by a thread, and the Balance at stake, what will become of those who lived and died...