And then they would live happily ever after. Or so he thought. What happens when the so-called princess of his dreams turns out to be an annoying, whiney pain in the you-know-where? Well find a new princess, of course.

Her dress was smeared with blood, the sound of the gunshot still rang in her ears. He loved her, he truly did, so why did she wonder if things would ever be okay again?

She told him she was pregnant and he smiled, ignoring the violent way in which his stomach twisted. Not so much a soppy cliche, but devotion with a twist re-uploaded .

Lucy knew how people worked. She knew brains and habits and why people felt what. She just hadn't planned on it happening to her, not with him at least. Another make-you-smile OneShot.

Henry Hamilton had no illusions about being exceptional. The truth was that he was as ordinary as it came. Lana, however, was most certainly not ordinary, and that just might lead to trouble. One-shot; perhaps not exactly what's expected.

She was a mess; that much was obvious. Yet somehow, inadvertently, she'd managed to make them so f**king happy it hurt. Oneshot. Warning; course language, dark themes and not the most lovable of characters.

No matter how many times she tried to tell him that he was perfectly healthy he refused to be convinced. It was a good thing too; what do doctors know about anything, anyway? A light-hearted oneshot.

She was supposed to fall passionately in love with one of those arty types. Instead she was left wondering whether or not she should be concerned about her scrawny boyfriend's relationship with Pythagorus. A fluffy one-shot type.

He just wished that she'd get going already. They weren't her flowers and she was not his date, but it's not like he could tell her that. Possibly not exactly what you expect .

He obviously couldn't tell her. I mean, he wasn't completely stupid. He was just a little bit stupid; not to mention immature. Being a seventeen year old boy will do that to you.

She stood there with her chin jutted out; confronted and surrounded. Still she wore his sweater, without any stockings, and hoped to hell that her back was straight. Oneshot.

He sat across from her, staring intently, while she said nothing. -- "Are you stalking me?" she asked. He pondered his answer, "Not really." -- They shared a secret smile, so it wasn't like they were strangers.