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When Greg is dragged to a masquerade ball, the evening is sure to be a complete waste. Meanwhile, Mycroft is happily pretending to be someone he isn't. When their paths cross, sparks are sure to fly.

Hoseok wakes up to the bed shaking.

In a different world Harry is drawn out of his solitude and sold as an exotic magical creature to the Dark Lord. Slash, malepreg, AU, threesomes & foursomes, so be aware

"They run. Killua doesn’t know where, but it doesn’t matter. Alluka is calling after them, but it doesn’t matter. His lungs are raw and breathless, his feet are still bare from when he left his shoes by Mito-san’s front door, his knees still hurt from where they had collided with the hard wooden pier not too long ago - It doesn’t matter. All that matters is Gon’s fingers hot and tight around Killua’s wrist. Gon’s ragged breath, matching Killua’s own. Gon’s shoulders, with mossy mountains and vast seas cradled between them, shifting while he runs and Killua runs after him." (In which Killua learns how to trust again and Gon learns how to earn it back.)

Team RWBY is thrown into civil war. Hilarity ensues.

About 28 years ago and group of miners had dug too deep in the Earth and discovered something astonishing. A colony of large humanoid creatures stand huddled together, nothing but blood decorated the tunnel around them. The miners closed off the tunnel until the government got their hands on it and the creatures were released to the world. But there is another enemy working alongside the beasts. Will they be stopped or will the human population come to an end?

This is ficlets I've written for SassyWeek/SastielWeek 2013. I hope you will enjoy them.They are all one-shots, so you don't have to read them all if you don't want to.

In between the second and third episodes of season one. Dean was injured by the wendigo. He tried to hide it, but Sam can always tell when his brother is hurt.

“Has anyone ever claimed you for their own?” The silence is loaded, Sherlock slowly turns his head to peer up at John, “No one has ever wanted to,” he nestles his ear against a forearm, “Not everything, not really.”

He takes a shower and the pressure is not especially good, but it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and he stands under the spray a long time. Human skin, he knows, constantly renews itself, shedding the dead cells of the epidermis. He wonders how long it will take until he is an entirely new person, until every cell on his surface is a new one. He looks at his hands under the water. It might take less than a month. (9x03 post-episode fic)

Heaven only knew how many times they had done this. The first time it had burst from his lips he had been nearly out of his mind with the pleasure of hard flesh beating against his in a wicked, bone-jarring rhythm, he had screamed out, in supplication, in worship of the human he had once gambled his very existence on to raise from the depths of Hell. The flash of unbridled lust in green eyes above him before his head had been thrown back with a shout, reared back like a pagan god had wrung from him the most intense climax he had yet experienced. They had woken the next morning to reports of a sudden, freak power outage spread across the entire motel complex. Dean had been smug. Castiel had nearly combusted with the fierceness of his blushing.

Glitch isn't sure about the rebrainment procedure, so his friends take him to see a famous diagnostician.

Set a year after the last installment, you are now a best selling author and are on a world promo tour to publicise your novel. You’d left behind the bookstore and the two men that had proven to be your making and your undoing, but also find yourself in the arms of two new men, one older and wiser, one younger and eager.

“Hide that,” he says, forcing the words out past every instinct. “As well as you can, all right? Before morning.” Steve stares at him blankly, like he needs a moment to work this out, then swallows once, sharply. "What's your name?" he asks at last—asks as he stands there with the pelt in his hands. And oh, he thinks suddenly, what is his name? He can’t speak it, not with this mouth, he can’t sing it into the air like he can in the ocean. He just shakes his head; like his nakedness, it’s something he can't explain. Steve nods, just nods, his eye swelling shut and blood drying on his shirt collar, and says "we’ll figure it out." (An AU where Bucky is a young selkie who is accidentally called to Steve and ends up staying around to help this poor, wretched kid not die.)

The Witch's Brew, he reads off the sign hanging over the top of the door. It's wooden, looking freshly carved, and makes Jungkook feel as though he'd stepped over into a time long past. A tingling sensation runs up his spine and raises the hair on his neck, a strange trepidation urging him to enter the coffee shop. He isn't sure what's so special about this one. It's a college town, coffee shops and cafes are in abundance here, though they're also usually located a lot closer to the heart of the town. He wonders if this cafe existed before the college but shrugs the idea off as he steps inside. The familiar and charming aroma of coffee and baked goods eases the tension in Jungkook's shoulders, and any curiosity piqued by the establishment is pushed to the back of his mind.

Trevor was away for the week and suddenly their bed was too big.

Sometimes Yuri can look at Katsudon and semi-honestly think, ‘You’re not that great’ because he really isn’t. He’s a pushover and a crybaby and can’t even order takeout over the phone without having to plan what he’s going to say first. Sometimes this works. Until Katsudon catches him staring and then turns his full attention towards Yuri complete with a small smile and a confused head tilt like he’s a goddamn puppy. At that point all Yuri can think is ‘fuck fuck he’s stupid cute, FUCK’ because his brain is a goddamn traitor. Katsudon is not cute and Yuri does not have a crush on him. At all.

After receiving a mysterious message from Lillian Luthor, Lena Luthor asks for Supergirl’s help. But how far is Supergirl willing to go with Lena Luthor to put Lillian Luthor back behind bars? And what is Lillian Luthor really plotting? Kara’s at a loss for how to navigate her personal life, her alter-ego, and her feelings.

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.

She sniffs. “Low blow and unoriginal. That’s the twentieth time you’ve threatened that. Wow, you must really be losing it today.” She says this with no sympathy and flips a page in her book. Kabru lets out what he thinks is a very deserved groan of misery. - Kabru, and the agonies of having Marcille Donato as a coworker.

"Now, all these years later, the entire pack was gathered in the Stilinski family home, all standing around the kitchen watching the candles melt and burn down on a cake that wouldn't be eaten. No one ever blew out the candles either; they always just let them melt down to nothing. Maybe it was because they just kept waiting for Stiles to walk through that front door and take his place at the table and blow them out himself."---The night Gerard kidnapped Stiles from the lacrosse game, Stiles never came home.

Immediately post-Avengers, Natasha needs some questions answered, and she won't stop until she's positive she's gotten through all of Maria's defences.

"Shizuo’s mother doesn’t let Izaya go, just maintains her hold on him like she’s appreciating what must be the uncomfortable fit of the other’s shoulders under her arms. 'I’m grateful you came. The family’s been wanting to meet you for years, you’ll be the guest of honor today!'" Izaya attends Shizuo's family reunion and finds it a different experience than he anticipated.

It's time for fledgling Agent Barton to leave the nest. Or how Clint moves to Bedford Stuyvesant and gives love and floral advice to Jasper. Phil wields a mean paintbrush ... and there may be a kiss involved.

Bambam wonders if Yugyeom thinks about the same thing, if he thinks about it when Bambam grinds back against him while dancing, if he thinks about it when one of Bambam’s hands wanders down to squeeze at his ass as they kiss. Bambam hopes he does. He really, really hopes so. (The only way to find out, though, he supposes, is to ask.) [set in the same universe as and my day starts with you]