A Long Shadow

“Oh. I’ve never been kissed like that before.” Ginny/Luna, a collection of scenes from Hogwarts during DH.

Dean gets called in to identify a body

Namjoon has plans for Seokjin. Seokjin can't wait.

Veronica gets Jughead to pretend to date her to get Archie's attention in exchange for food, but things change.Veronica had the idea one day when Archie and Betty were on one side of the booth at Pops and Jughead on the other side. If she wanted to get Archie she would have to go through Jughead.

Mary’s hand joined his on her stomach, resting gently over his knuckles, cool and soft and smooth where his mechanic’s hands were warm and callused and rough. “I thought…” she bit her lip and a furrow appeared between her eyebrows. “I thought we could name him, or her, for my parents.” There was a silence between them shared for a while, a depth of loss and loneliness as they both remembered their parents. “Samuel,” John whispered to the solid mound of flesh underneath both of their hands. The silence was broken as she smirked slightly and shook her head, rolling her eyes with fondness and sadness and pinched the top of his hand. “And Deanna, if it’s a girl,” she reminded. It was a girl. --- Except that he wasn't.

Meeting a new girl who just got to Shinra, Zack tries his luck but is shot down by the blond beauty. Surviving Hojo's lab, they both find more than they thought they ever would about each other. Now it is a race to stay alive and ahead of the military to avoid recapture. AU and OOC. Zack/Cloud Not yaoi, Fem!Cloud. Not a crack plot. All Zack POV. More warnings inside as needed. *Work in Progress*Beta reader is SubZeroChimera on ffnet.Please leave your comments and kudos!Disclaimer: I do not now or before and most likely not in the future, own Final Fantasy, Square Enix or any of the characters.

“Just keep to your side of the bed, and I’ll keep to mine. Goodnight.”

In the Wizarding World, soulmates are everything. Almost everyone has one, but sometimes the one you're destined to be with just can't be found. There's always a reason for that, and sometimes destiny has a funny way of working things out for the best...

When Kylo's ship crashes on Ahch-To and Luke takes off in the Millennium Falcon, Rey and Kylo must find a way to co-exist. * * *

The Avengers are captured and Tony is tortured for information about the arc reactor. In the weeks that follow, Tony struggles with memories of his imprisonment in Afghanistan, Obadiah's betrayal, and the recent torture. Steve and the rest of the team are determined to help him, but uncertain how, especially when Tony takes extreme measures to get baddies off his back once and for all.

Loki didn't expect this. It turned out better than he expected.

Stiles belongs to him, only him, and he won't let other people leave their smell on his skin. He won't let Stiles lie either.

Seven months they’ve been doing this--seven months since Kurt snagged a room card, lucky number seven, and found Blaine waiting for him inside. Seven months since he broke the rules and got Blaine in return.

He felt, impossibly, even more tired, the lassitude stealing over his arms and legs. Papers and folders and briefings and Top Secret was the reason they were there. Pepper had prepared him charts and ordered his schematics, and he would have to talk the group of spooks and generals through the new tech Stark Industries wanted to sell them. It was business as usual, something he had done a hundred times, but he suddenly felt as though he couldn’t do it, that he wanted to carry on running until he was back on the plane home. Or five times Tony Stark didn't want to talk about it, and one time he did.

Scott is Isaac's anchor and vice versa.

Voldemort is finally dead, or so the wizarding world believes. Unfortunately, Harry knows better. Non-compliant with DH (written and first published in 2006)

Castiel is a wolf without a pack, without a home, without hope. One day he crosses paths with a man in a red hood.

“Hey,” Stuart says in a hushed, almost hopeful tone as he reaches out to grab Stiles by the shoulder, turning his attention back. “If you let me kiss you, I promise it'll make you happy.” “Stu–” Stiles says softly as his brother crowds him slightly, Stuart's other hand reaching up to stroke his thumb lightly along Stiles' cheekbone, and despite the welling in his chest, like he suddenly wants to cry, Stiles leans into it. He resigns. He concedes. Because he does want to be happy. Wasn't that the point of all this?

At the end of the school year, the class ruminates on the nature of akumas, Adrien shows a little more of himself to the world, and he and Marinette dominate at laser tag.

Wonwoo’s spent a good part of the last three months hiding his hard-on for fellow bandmate Junhui, up to the point where even trying to jerk off has him imagining Jun's face. Eventually, one night his fantasies are too good for him to resist. AKA that one wonhui masturbation fic that somehow ends in sex, y’all know how this goes.

A wee collection of random Oliver Wood drabbles with various pairings.

“What?” he says, purely because the only other response that comes to mind is “urghuh”, and comparatively, “what” sounds positively eloquent. “Cute,” Oliver repeats. “That’s the first word I’d use.” Or: Percy and Oliver have a conversation and Percy is at least 75% sure he is either dying or dreaming.

Life is funny sometimes. It can spring the most unexpected on you at the least expected time. Like when Rosie met Steve. He was a vintage find she wasn't expecting.

The fabric of time is a delicate thing. To change too much is foolhardy. Yet, to change too little changes nothing at all.

Lance has a very bad day and his only upside is the comfort from the Blue Lion.The Blue Lion knows her Pilot needs her so she takes steps to be as close as she can be to him.Her actions set off a chain reaction amongst the other Lions as they all step up to be there for their Pilots.

Castiel Had appeared in the nick of time at the bunker. He had felt longing but it wasn't coming from Dean this time. This time, the longing was panicked and frantic and it was radiating in waves off of the youngest Winchester. He had raced to the bunker knowing something was wrong when neither Sam or Dean answered their phones. Castiel's jaw had dropped the minute he saw the scene unfolding before him.There stood Dean Winchester. His back was towards Castiel and he was engrossed in what looked like a very tense conversation with Sam, who currently had a knife to Dean's throat. Castiel panicked. What was going on in here? Had he missed so much that the brothers hated each other now? His thoughts raced when he thought about the effects of the mark and realized Dean was probably under the influence of it. Then, Castiel saw it. There was a hammer savagely dug into the wall right behind Sam's head. It suddenly clicked into place why Sam's longing had been radiating fear and distress.