Regina lets the wounds on her arm fester. She leaves them be, night after night, staring at them, dark eyes empty, breath easy, and she could be sleeping, if she weren't in so much pain. But henry is gone, her baby, and the pain will never go away. Infection is no laughing matter, and when Roland witnesses her fall to her fever, it's his father he runs too.

When a thief in the night follows a trail of blood and finds a woman asking for freedom, he'll risk all to give it to her, because some thieves have honor, and some King's lack any at all.

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

The final part of Thanksgiving. Double-size chapter, for all you patient readers. And the impatient one - yes, I'm looking at you, FiveRoses...

In The Sixth Sense, the audience didn't know Bruce Willis was a ghost until the end of the film, but I saw you die. How is this going to end? One shot. No pairing. Spoilers for Twilight, and The Sixth Sense.

Andromeda says little, but she sees everything. Through their years at Hogwarts, she watches her sisters as one falls in love and one falls into madness, and doesn't see as a muggleborn boy breaks into her sheltered life. Now Complete.

In which Tony gets hit on the head and starts speaking in tongues. Metaphorically, of course.

If Lucius is fire, Narcissa is ice.