something has changed (post civil war headcanon)

Since she was four years old, Rose Weasley has loved Teddy Lupin. As she grows up, her relationship with him changes and evolves to something more than a brother-sister relationship.Written in 2009.

One might not believe the story of how a silly discussion about English equivalents for Japanese honorifics grew into the very serious question of why Rei still insisted on addressing him as 'Rin-san', which later escalated into a practical lesson through sex, but it was true.

But she can feel Lexa as her lips find that spot right under her jaw that makes her breathe shake as she takes it in, and makes her body melt into the palm of her hands. She can feel Lexa as her hands slide across the soft expanse of Clarke’s belly and delicate fingertips brush across the sensitive skin of her waist. She can feel Lexa as she marks her for the first time in two months and parts from her only a moment to peel that large blue t-shirt she was wearing for bed off of her gorgeous body. or a modern AU where Lexa Woods spends lots of time partying with her friends on Friday nights to take her mind of the fact that she's in love with Clarke Griffin and since she tried to end their no-strings-attached affair, Friday nights are lonelier then they used to be. But she finds saying she's done and actually acting on those promised words is a lot harder than she expected and finds that every Friday night she ends up crawling back to Clarke's bed. "All my friends are wasted,and I hate this club.Man I drink too much.Another Friday night I wasted.My eyes are black and red,I'm crawling back to your bed."

"Promise me one thing?" Henry broke the silence with a trembling voice, dancing around the knot in his throat. "Anything," Alex replied in the same whispering tone, his words traveling to Henry's lips with the softness of a breeze. "Promise you won't forget me?" Henry's plea came inflamed with vulnerability, insecurity, and fear playing in every fiber of his being. "Not even if I tried," Alex assured, bringing his lips close for a kiss without contact, a seal of sincerity that transcended letters and words. Henry wasn't finished. He held Alex's gaze with an intensity that defied the barriers between them. "Promise we will be the Florentino and Fermina of our time? That no matter how much time passes, you will still love me?" - Henry is the future king of England, and he has to fiercely fight monarchy to live an unexpected, but devastating love story.

"I've been informed by our contacts from the outside world, that Truth, in it's infinite mercy, had bestowed a blessing upon us… and now we have in our hands, an Adam and Eve." --TRIGGER WARNING!!!--

On the night of Phil's birthday, Dan and Phil are finally left alone.

Jason never answers the phone. Not when it's Bruce calling. And recently, he's been calling a lot. Not that Jason can fault him, since he has only just finally appeared in the wild after having vanished after the explosion. Jason would never admit it, but he listens to every voicemail, reads every message, and rarely even chuckles at Bruce's stupid millennial memes. Though one concerning voicemail sends Jason barrelling back to the manor like a freight train.

Steve already had one miracle in his life; Mage Erskine's serum. Though he was still small it made him strong and fast and able to weather all the great losses of his life. But it was when he received a gift from an unlikely source that he felt truly blessed. Exc: Those eyes, those lips, that jaw, that chin; it was all him, his best friend, his first love, what his heart had ached for most in the past decade. “Bucky?” The man's brow drew together, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

“Well look who we have here!” Grian stiffens at the voice, at the scent, his eyes widening. Warmth crashes into him fiercely, leaving some pathetic noise behind. He turns around on his heel, meeting the pointed end of an arrow. His hazy mind hardly registers the weapon directed at him, instead looking past it, at who it is that’s pointing the arrow at him. He locks gazes with green eyes, finding a lopsided smirk. His heart stutters, and Grian aches. “Scar…” he mumbles weakly, and he can only imagine how pathetic he sounds. grian has an unexpected heat during secret life, and pulls scar into a messy situation. good thing scar won’t remember any of it after the game. right?

After two years of being declared dead, a link to three of the Beacon Hills werewolves, and the human researcher of the pack enters the chess game that is being carried out in Beacon Hills. Starts in season 2.

Just pure sex. That's all this is. 2k words of mercymaker porn. Shoutout to the MercyMaker discord.

Tim's trying to put things in perspective.

At the end of the night, Guang Hong knew a few things about his soulmate. For starters, it was a male. Guang Hong’s little gay heart was entirely grateful for that. He lived in America, was seventeen and spoke both Spanish and English, both nearly fluently. The soulmate AU nobody asked for where you can exchange words by writing on your skin.

She's sat and waited for them to solve their issues for over ten years now, and it's obviously not working. Rose decides to take matters into her own hands.

On his first night at the Château, Louis has a question to ask of Lestat.

Taking a risk can sometimes pay off.

Lucifer calls the one person who he knows will be able to help him understand just what it means to be mated to a werewolf.

“When I was in college, my girlfriend and I used to play this game—” Henry has been through extensive and rigorous etiquette training. Private tutors. The whole lot. He’s been thoroughly and expertly edified to remain impassive, attentive, unruffled, in even the most extreme of circumstances. But if this gorgeous man is about to tell him about some sort of perverted royal roleplay he engaged in with his college girlfriend, Henry’s going to revisit his decision about not jumping out of the bloody window. Or: Henry attends a charity gala intent on changing the trajectory of his life. He certainly does, but not quite in the way he intended. (Henry’s POV of No Consequences)

Maybe she wasn't the most important woman in France, but Rose wasn't bloody expendable, like so much cheap luggage or a forgotten pet.

College student Will Graham takes a seasonal job to help a dog in need. Unfortunately, that means he'll have to speak to his professor to arrange to leave class early, something Will is wholly unprepared to do. As it turns out, the professor is more than willing to work with Will, so much so that he begins to wonder if the man is flirting with him. Surely not.

The penthouse on the top floor of one of the highest skyscrapers in town is obscenely luxurious... Behind the piano Alec notices a well-furbished bar - he could use something strong, at the moment - but he won’t be allowed to have a drink, will he? Everything in this place speaks about money, and opulence and gives off sinful, decadent vibes. Alec wasn’t expecting anything less from the prominent man they had come to visit. The meeting is about an important matter that his master, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, needs to discuss with his counterpart, the High Warlock ruling over the City of Angels.

After the death of her boyfriend, Draco, Hermione is sent back in time to kill his killer: Tom Riddle. Romance gets in the way. Meanwhile, Draco is actually alive and well. Alternatively: Another Tomione time travel fic with a Draco twist.

One of them should at least be able to put a name to what’s going on, he thinks. To what it is that they’re doing here. Abed comes to realise that his happiness doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s

It's not gay if it's bromance and it's also not gay if it's a brojob.

War is over. Voldemort defeated. Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts for her Eighth Year. It’s where she belongs. Isn’t it? Hermione is having nightmares. A certain sandy haired Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor might be the one to soothe them away, but our favourite werewolf has his own problems. Very slow burn / Will-they-won’t-they (they will).