Another webcomic fic! This one features, you guessed it, Quazky! Oh, you wanted Hue? Well he's here too. A story that will feature action! Adventure! Romance! And dank jokes! Oh, and my OC Grey. I hope you like it [Rated M for violence, language, and whatever the hell else I'll put in here.] Leave a review! :D

When nine-year-old Henry Turner sneaks aboard the Flying Dutchman in search of his father, three generations of Turner men are forced to reflect on fatherhood, abandoned sons, and the promises they make to each other. Takes place directly after the post-credits scene of AWE but heavily inspired by DMTNT.

ONE-SHOT: On her twelfth day, she's standing next to a bank of stainless steel wire bird cages and clasping a shrink-wrapped package of pine wood shavings to her chest and legitimately praying for strength when Harry pauses in the doorway for no readily apparent reason other than to scowl disapprovingly in her general direction and that just. No. That's it. PP/HP.

"Grell, what are you holding?" She looks up at him and even though she's soaking anyway from the rain, he can tell she's crying a little too. "It's," she pauses, "it's a baby." Alternately titled 'The Terribly Written Sebagrell Family AU No One Asked For'

No matter one's station in life, the Dance of Death unites all. "What's wrong with you Sebastian?" "My name," he says, "is no longer Sebastian." /warnings for major character death/

ONE-SHOT: Hermione Jean Granger is a good girl—until Tom Riddle comes to town. HG/TR.

COMPLETE: A broken time turner shouldn't have sent me back so far. It was unprecedented. Stepping on it-smashing it-nothing should have happened. At most, I should have lost a week. At worst, I should have disappeared altogether. I shouldn't have traveled back fifty-two years; half a bloody century. This should not have happened. HG/TR.

Black and red, two opposing colours forever intertwined across a bloodied chequerboard. For you see, Ciel isn't the only one who enjoys playing games. Grell/Sebastian. Drabble.

Claude devours everything.

Or, The Lady Knight. At sixteen, Lizzy Middleford has been on a tour of the continent for a year. Now, she's a different, sharper person than before...and she's determined to take her place at Ciel's side, whether he likes it or not. All hail the Queen's Paladin. Eventual CielLizzy. Cover art by cielking-art on Tumblr. COMPLETE, with sequel upcoming. May be expanded.

""Let me see," he said, more gently, as he pried Kili's hand away from his head. He had expected blood, or at least a painful lump. What he found instead sent an anger hotter than any forge boiling in his belly." Kili is bullied, Fili rearranges some teeth, and Thorin's attempts at comfort are infused with the harsh lessons he must teach his nephews.

It's like falling down the stairs. It's slow at first. Then it goes faster, as he trips, and stumbles, and falls headlong. Because she is the only girl he could ever imagine loving, and the one he absolutely cannot ever touch. Soma/Lizzy. Companion to With Roses In Her Hair. AU. Oneshot.

She's not quite certain how it starts. All she knows is that it has, and suddenly she's tripped into the middle of it, and there's nothing she can do. LizzySoma. A gift for the readers of Domina Esques. Happy 700 reviews! Oneshot.

Stella Bell was a witch and a bastard, striving for gentility on Tortuga. James Norrington was an angry drunkard desirous of revenge. Both were bitter as bile, and certainly didn't expect to be friends. Funny ol' world, innit? NorringtonOC

On the day of the funeral, the sun shone for the first time in three days. AngelinaGeorge. Oneshot.