The Red Lady of Winterfell

When happily married Harry and Peter get together for a harmless game of truth or drink with their friend Wade, they have no idea what secrets and desires are about to be exposed.

Lance got sucked into a TV show on Netflix and Keith just really wants to go to sleep.

Continuation from Thawing From The Inside. This picks up at the beginning of Season 2 and goes from there.TTFI was fundamentally a hopeful story; this one is a bit less sweet. No explicit Rodney/anybody else, but some Pining John here and there. After all, McKay's apparently still holding out hope for the white picket fence and wife and kids. "O fie upon this single life. Forgo it.We read how Daphne, for her peevish flight,Became a fruitless bay-tree; Syrinx turnedTo the pale empty reed; AnaxareteWas frozen into marble: whereas thoseWhich married, or proved kind unto their friends,Were, by a gracious influence, transshapedInto the olive, pomegranate, mulberry:Became flowers, precious stones, or eminent stars.”Antonio (3.2.24-32)(The Duchess of Malfi, John Webster)

In the movies, g-men tend to have dog-daemons. And yeah, yeah, Skye's a hacktivst with a monkey-daemon, she understands all about image and usage of stereotypes in popular culture, but so sue her, okay, that's her point of reference. [set post-episode 102 "0-8-4"]

Sherlock and John were so happy to have their son Hamish, only to have him snatched away by Moriarty. Now, every year they receive a picture of their son on his birthday. Only he doesn't go by Hamish. He goes by Alex Moran.

Winona is called to fix the cock-up of the Yorktown's engines. She uses one of the science-bitches to help her do it.

He knew it was wrong the moment his hand touched her skin, yet the ecstasy that filled his veins wouldn't let him stop darkfic|

Legolas waits in a dungeon for his keeper. His hands are bound behind his back and his heart is racing.

Link's failure to kill the Great King Of Evil, Ganondorf, is leading to unexpected consequences. Not all of them are unpleasant. (Yo readers, this is fetish city, be warned. If you want to check it out, I'd love to hear people's thoughts!) EDITED TO ADD: this is NOT TotK-compliant at ALL. This is ALSO not in-character with how I intend to write Ganondorf in future works - it's just porn, folks. Just here for me to get my funny little kink buttons pressed. Your mileage may vary.

"But in Fitz’s defense, Ward is something like a teenage dream. Dark hair, soft eyes, mysterious, dangerous, all the things that make any sensible women’s pants drop. Unfortunately, it tends to do the same for Fitz."

Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. "What do you mean by home?"

When a strange object falls from the sky, Vani Harrison goes to investigate, and what she finds will take more than a little getting used to.(Very vaguely inspired by both Arrival and the Cthulhu Mythos; but mostly this is the the fault of /r/Consentacles. Thanks guys.)

“Yuri, not to alarm you or anything, but Otabek Altin is coming over here and he’s looking straight at you,” said Viktor. Seung-gil scoffed. “There’s nothing straight about them.” *** High School AU where Otabek asks Yuri to teach him to dance for a gym project.

Hitting the wall. It was a concept Wally had been unavoidably familiar with since his recreation of Flash's accident.

Imagine Adam and Ronan kicking it on this song. (aka in which the writer creates a prompt then writes a fic based on said prompt.)

Waverly receives roses from a secret admirer.

Joan has spent a long time planning revenge. She has kept her feelings of love, anger, and grief tightly locked away in her heart. She doesn't think she can feel again. What happens when a certain Deputy begins to unravel all that control? Some AU with a little bit of a slow burn. Set during S2 and S3. I'm ignoring the events of S4. (P.S. - I suck at summaries so please bear with me.)

Excerpt: “God, look at you… so fucking wet,” said one in both wonder and lust as a finger pushed in just a tiny bit before withdrawing again. Makoto couldn’t help himself but moan at the loss of contact. “Look at him, Haru.” In which Makoto nearly falls into a trap that ruins Haru and Rin's plans but it all worked out in the end.

Loki may have tried to enslave the planet, but Tony sure doesn't plan on letting a stupid little detail like that come between him and the (admittedly very remote) possibility of Happily Ever After with his prince. Three months after the failed invasion in New York, he seems to have found the way to give their relationship a second chance. It just involves interplanetary travel, an abundance of magical hijinx, and an attempt to outsmart a race of ancient pagan deities. No biggie. This story is a direct sequel to "Are You There, God of Mischief? It's Me, Tony".

Dean Winchester is a Texas Ranger traveling to the town of Fort Griffin Flat, Texas, to rendezvous with the rest of his company when he meets Castiel, a prostitute in town. Answer to the AU Fusion Challenge prompt #20 in which whreflections asked to see Something in which Dean is a Texas cowboy who somehow meets Cas, a cheap prostitute scraping out a living in the worst part of town. Dean's not even into guys, but he runs into Cas a few times and eventually ends up saving him from a dangerous customer, and somehow, Dean finds his mind changing without his consent after that.

Ezekiel may have asked Dean's permission to use Sam as his vessel—he may have even stolen Sam's permission with another face. But he didn't ask the one that mattered most.

- A Namjin story set in a royal AU - Extract: “I won’t allow it,” Kim Namjoon stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “If you do that, I won’t speak to you ever again. You’ll be stuck here alone, until the end of time.” “I do have other friends, you know.” “True, but I’m your favorite,” Seokjin replied, gesturing to himself with a smirk. “You couldn’t stand not seeing me for more than a few weeks. Admit it.” The prince only grunted, not bothering to argue. “I’ll stop you, somehow.” Seokjin’s smile faded. “Look, I’ve already made my decision. I’ll join the army, starting at the bottom, and I’ll climb the ladders if I’m competent enough. That is all.” “That’s so senseless and impractical!” Namjoon exclaimed. “You could be major right away! Or at least lieutenant or captain! Starting out as a private, with your social status, is utterly ridiculous.” “I don’t want my blood to have anything to do with my success. I want to be recognized for my own strength.”

It’s the sound that draws him in. At first, he thinks Dean is crying. His hand stills on the doorknob as he listens closer, his brows knitting together with worry. “Oh God,” Dean says in a strangled voice. There’s a soft sound, a strange slicking sound that Cas can’t quite put his finger on. He chews on his bottom lip, a million things running through his mind when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hits him: Dean is touching himself.