And There Was Light

“We all kinda figured out that you have feelings for Ladybug…” Chat’s cheek twitched and Turtle smiled apologetically. “Sorry bro, you’re not exactly a Bruce Wane when it comes to hiding secrets. The whole city probably knows too. But what interests me the most is - do you really love her or is it just a silly crush?”

Anonymous asked: Rose's pussy and nipples are smoothed off, becoming just like any other piece of skin; but their sensitivity spreads out across her body. This makes things like hugging very pleasurable, something that Jade quickly exploits.

Atsushi is still half asleep, one hand holding his cellphone and the other rubbing tears from his eyes as he yawns, when he opens the Agency’s office door. But any last dregs of sleep are chased away by his skyrocketing heart rate when he realizes Kyouka and Yosano have blades drawn, Kenji is ready to throw the couch, and Kunikida’s gun is raised. At him. Before he can raise his hands to surrender, Dazai’s smooth voice calls out to him in a tone so icy Atsushi is certain has never been directed at him before, “To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from the Port Mafia’s rabid tiger on this fine morning?” Atsushi’s eyes flick to the open cell in his hand where he sees one unread text message from a contact named “Boss”: Ah, Atsushi-kun! If you would be so kind as to drop by my office at your earliest convenience, that would be much appreciated <3 Fukuzawa wouldn’t use such flowery language or a heart emoji. So who…? Wait. “Port Mafia’s rabid tiger”? This text couldn’t be from Mori, could it? — An ability causes Atsushi and Akutagawa to switch lives, but they are the only two people to remember their true allegiances.

Interlude: The disastrous night of meeting the family, Isabelle has a plan on how they can mend bridges and turn the night around for the better. Simon isn't sure he agrees since it's literally his ass on the line. This is gratuitous porn so it can be read as a standalone .

Mark is obsessed with fucking Donghyuck raw. Like, genuinely. He’s not kidding. They dropped the condoms six months ago after they went for their stupid yearly SM-mandated checkup, and Mark had shown up on his doorstep that night with an excited smile, waving a piece of paper in Donghyuck’s face. Mark was the one to ask for it, his cheeks flaming but his voice firm, smile wide and assured, and Donghyuck was the one to give in, like always. Donghyuck just can't quite figure out why.

Yoongi finds himself to be the target of a stalker's affection, and it seems like his stalker is determined to make him his (even if it meant taking away his happiness in the form of his friends and prospective lovers).

He noticed the way Clary’s hand would rub soothing lines up and down Simon’s back as they sat in meetings. He would watch, face hot with something like jealousy when Clary would kiss Simon’s cheek whenever she left the room. Jace saw it all. And to be honest, it was probably inevitable that he would start to watch Simon, too.

“What, aren’t heads of the Family allowed to get laid? This is Penacony, for fuck’s sake—Land of Dreams, or whatever.” “I’m a very busy man, you see. And it is as the doctor says: it would be uncouth should other members of the Family see me like this.” Sunday enlists some help. Everyone is satisfied.

What happens when Hydra doesn't stop at the Winter Soldier program and the Red Room doesn't stop at the Black Widow program? But, will another enhanced assassin fit on the Avengers roster?

John and Sherlock work on a new case where the perpetrator seems overly fond of Grimm fairytales. It's business as normal, except John is pretty sure that at some point he and Sherlock are going to have the conversation. The Conversation. The one where they address why John can't stop thinking about Sherlock naked and why Sherlock appears to be reevaluating exactly how flattered he is. ~ John Watson didn't believe in love at first sight. Attraction and lust, oh yes, but never actual love and he was absolutely right. However, while he'd never heard of love at first touch, he privately admitted that he was very much its victim. From the moment he'd handed his phone to Sherlock, John had belonged to him, Sherlock's conscience and cheerleading section.

A lazy Sunday in bed with Oliver and Felicity should be everything Tommy wants, except, he wants more. Tommy hopes he can give them the proper incentives to take the next step in their relationship.

"Open your presents," Dean insists, tilting his head toward the tree. "Which one first?" Sam gestures to the three that are labeled with his name in Dean's precise, all-caps handwriting. "The big one," Dean points, "The other two can wait.” “What is it, Dee?” Sam says, with a subtle, teasing pout. "Now, baby boy," Dean grits out. The paper parts with a purr, and the tape gives way under Sam's sure fingers. An unmarked white box waits within. Inside of the box is a dildo.

Red & Lizzie are on their way to meet an important contact who is the key to landing Number Nine on the Blacklist, a breakdown en route causes them to seek shelter for the night and their relationship changes forever. Shameless Red/Lizzie fic that is attempting plot as well as hot monkey sex. Hailing from the UK, we've only had 2 Eps at the time this was started, so this should be considered totally AU.

When Derek sees Stiles the first day in Elementary school he runs home excitedly to tell his mom of his new-found mate. They become best friends and stay that way until middle school. When Stiles’ mother gets sick and dies Derek can’t handle him being so sad and decides to take him far away from all the trouble.

He remembers this. First class train carriage, on the trans-Canada route, the brass fittings and the casual luxury, the discreet, polite staff, Charles' red, pursed mouth as he surveys the wine list - his memory. There had only been disappointment waiting for them across the border, but the journey had been pleasant: Erik likes trains; loves the thrumming continuous sync of machine-work, the hydraulics, the metal on every side, under his palms, overhead, beneath his feet.

When Carter was smarter, he solved many problems.

Harry suggests Liam try this tiny little coffee shop. Liam does. He meets Zayn.

"I will not forsake you." Ezekiel told nothing but the truth. "No one has ever meant it before," Sam whispered, holding his breath as the world began to blur at the edges. He sunk into the knowledge that he was not alone, wondering what a month, two months, an eternity would be with Ezekiel at his side. "I believe the phrase is 'their loss'," the angel replied.

You knew you were in trouble the moment that you saw the fifteen missed calls on your cell phone. You’d told Papyrus you were going to be out late that evening, knowing that he was in a state and that he had asked to know where you were at all times, so he could be prepared to come to your gallant and completely unnecessary rescue the moment he deemed it necessary. But your plans had been extended by unforeseen circumstances, completely outside your control (namely, a very drunk friend that needed help home), and you hadn’t had time to tell your bony, out of his mind boyfriend what you were up to. Apparently, if you got the message from his twenty-two, progressively more aggressive texts, he wasn’t pleased with your forgetfulness.

A birthday date with V, and a little something extra~.

An irritated Anxiety gets subconsciously summoned into Thomas' living room when Thomas starts to panic over a situation. What will happen when the personalities won't come and Thomas' anxiety takes over Anxiety? (please comment whether you want this to be a multichapter fic)

Remus is acting oddly, and may even be keeping secrets. Harry is determined to help him out any way he can. Not compliant with HBP or DH (written and first published in 2005)

The others would call it disgusting. Infestation. Violation. Tobias and Rachel, if they had words for what they did together, would call it putting down roots.

One year after their bonding, Spock and Jim come to visit Sarek on the Vulcan colony. It's not as simple as it's made to be. Another companion piece to "Things the Crickets Know"

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.