In 1940, Nightingale has to catch a Nazi spy armed with a magical device. In 2016, Nightingale and others fall into a magical coma, and Peter Grant must figure out why it happened and how to end it.

Five Times Abigail Met People From the Demi-Monde, and One Time She Didn't

There had been thefts at three successive Goblin Markets, and one incident of serious vandalism, before Robin Goodfellow had deigned to call in the munificent arm of the law—in this case, the Special Assessment Unit, colloquially known as the Folly, and disparagingly called the Isaacs by the demi-monde. Which just goes to show that after over a century of alternating condescension,

The destruction of Skygarden, cryptic messages from talking animals and the betrayal of his second apprentice has pushed DCI Nightingale right to the edge. It's time to ask for help and people are about to get a timely reminder why it's best to let sleeping dragons lie. Sequel to A Wizard's Lament.

Thomas has always hated whiskey. Long before he associated it with everything that keeps him up at night. But now, staring at the beautiful golden liquid, he can't help but see the eyes of a long-lost love. Or: A few moments in Nightingale's life. Unexpected feelings, kisses and tragedies... but perhaps also a little comfort at the end of the day?

Abigail has earned her right to become a practitioner of magic. Now, the training begins.

An (unfinished) scene that didn't make it into my story 'Highland Cathedral'. Can be read as Starlingale pre-slash if you like :-)

Sequel to 'Joy and Pain, Past and Future': Nightingale and Peter deal with supernatural things happening in a school.

It's Christmas time in London and Peter is struggling with whether he should finally listen to those strange feelings he recently had towards Nightingale. As if asking your 100-year-old boss and mentor on a date wasn't hard enough, someone shows up at the Folly's door to complicate Peter's life even more. At this point, he is sure to be hated by life itself. (Starlingale)

Nightingale and Peter are experiencing a pretty normal morning, or at least as normal as mornings can be in the Folly... until Beverley Brook brings over a mysterious red and white scarf she found on the bank of the Thames.

A Christmas-y Rivers of London oneshot, featuring wizard apprentice Abigail, creatively decorated biscuits, and Nightingale & Walid friendship.

In Broken Homes, Peter mentions some sort of safety training that technically, every Met officer up to and including the rank of Chief Inspector has to attend. But he doesn't think Nightingale would ever take part in such a training. (M/M, Starlingale pre-slash in chapter 1, slash in chapter 2)

Set after Foxglove Summer.

Lament – an expression of grief, sorrow, or regret. There is a reason why Sir Isaac Newton named the new home of British magic 'The Folly', and there has been far too much of it recently. On all their parts.

A little Rivers of London drabble-thingy

A harmless group of Druids capture the interest of the Folly, as they venture into dangerous territory.

Abigail thinks she knows what the world is like. Then Aunt Mamusu shows up with the news of Cousin Peter's new job.

(Set during Broken Homes) - Abdul accidentally listens in on a conversation of Peter and Lesley about Thomas and him.

Peter hadn't realised the most worrying thing he could hear from Nightingale was "I think you'd better drive,", but so begins his quest to get his boss home. Roughly set between Moon Over Soho and Whispers Underground.

Peter and Nightingale are called to the Epping Forest to investigate a potential werewolf and discover a missing woman, a family shattered by grief, and a case that hits far too close to home.

A collection of drabbles, one-shots, and miscellaneous moments. Not necessarily connected to one another. Generally Peter and Nightingale-centered, but not necessarily Starlingale. Rated T for now.

"I just have to ask, Thomas. Given the circumstances, could it have been a werewolf?" "Don't be ridiculous, Abdul. Werewolves have been extinct in the British Isles for over two centuries. There's no reason to worry about that." As much as Peter respects Nightingale's expertise in these matters, this time he would like to differ. (Pre-Slash)

A vague tip off leads Peter and Nightingale to an antiques fair in Surrey in search of mystery magical object. Set shortly after the of Moon over Soho, week or so after Peter talks to Lesley. Sort of pre Peter/Nightingale but nothing happens between them in this fic.

Memories and thoughts can both be tricky things, ready to ambush you at awkward moments when you least expect it. Peter deals with things by not actually dealing with it at all and wonders what Nightingale does. Unbeta'd. Companion piece to At The Going Down Of The Sun. This one is Peter POV, the other was Nightingale's.

Few knew what happened at Ettersberg or the of the presence of wizards in the war. And while Nightingale knows that it can never be public knowledge, on Remembrance Day he lays a wreath all the same.