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“No place like home, huh? You mean that?” “It’s not—I didn’t mean the bunker."

Draco and Hermione wind up on the same crowded beach. Ocean waves, hot sand and a Half-naked Draco: what more could you want? One shot

Eames has traveled all over America and has been largely unimpressed. California was too sunny for his rainy English soul. New England just made him homesick for England-England, with a clutch in his chest he chose to ignore. Austin had been alright, he liked how music spilled out of almost every doorway, and the legions of drunk college kids made for easy pickings. But ultimately, he'd realized it was all a thin cover, and much too conservative for him. New York was almost perfect, thanks to the tourists who were too busy pointing to notice the man who bumped into them, but it also jangled at his nerves, the city that never sleeps.

A Cinderella Story AU: Stiles thinks he has found his soulmate online in a Yale chatroom, under the name 'B@man'. Little does he know that it's the most popular guy in school...Derek Hale.

Dean starts to realize that his best friend might be more than just that, but when old faces start to return and a loved one disappears, he remembers that nothing in his life is ever easy.

Bella Swan is ready to die after Edward leaves her behind in Forks. Instead, she finds herself adopted into the Quiluete Wolf Pack. The fact that her best friend and new boyfriends turn into giant wolves is a bonus when Victoria returns to take her revenge. Paul/Bella/Jared

“Credence,” he began, hoarse, throat too dry to get any words out properly and he swallowed hard and it didn’t help, he suddenly felt too hot in his coat. He tried again. “I couldn’t possibly–“ Credence’s eyes welled up. “Please,” Credence whispered, trembling and Percival couldn’t stand it.

At seventeen past eight Sherlock blows through the door with a dry leaf in his hair, stripping off his gloves, the scarf, the coat, John’s gun, soft sheddings and a thud. John, on the sofa, head full, just enough of a fever to make everything seem soft and strange and not entirely unpleasant, picks up a smile through the fog. John’s a bit haunted.It’s all right.

It was a lovely day in young Princess Jasmine's garden, and then the boy sorcerer fell out of the air. The next three years would be a little bit different than they otherwise might have been. (Three-act canon divergence story where Mozenrath and Jasmine meet at seventeen and thirteen, respectively, and strike up a clandestine friendship because they're both smart, bored, and lonely. Each chapter is more intense than the previous one, so be sure to check the Author's Notes for warnings.)

His vision bleeds red at the edges as Derek pictures Stiles, held open and pinned to the crux; skin pulled tight across collarbones, hips, wrists; blood skating in thin sheets down the long muscles of a white thigh.

Tony's sure he's lived this day before. It must be Reed's fault. Tony gets stuck in his own Groundhog day. (Plot with Porn because it's Tony Stark)

He settled his hand on Louis' thigh, rubbing into it with his thumb and feeling his boyfriend tense under the touch. "Relax, baby." Harry whispered, kissing his cheek and jawline, then kissing on his neck lightly, slightly biting and hearing Louis gasp. And then, Harry got the most brilliant idea. Well, actually it wasn't very brilliant. It was actually really stupid, pointless, risky, and embarrassing. But Louis just looked so deliciously innocent and unknowing, and Harry needed to ruin it with the first chance he got. or where Harry gets bored during Chemistry and decides to have a little fun

A look at what came to pass before Ludendorff, told mostly in the form of independent vignettes, but with an overall plot to tie them all together. Some canon details, with a lot of headcanon filling in the blanks.

Jim rose up to look into the mirror and before McCoy could react, he sent his fist into the glass. Post STID & follow up to ‘Starfleet Medical Hustle’.

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.

Jim Moriarty has been obsessed with Sherlock ever since the Carl Powers case, before the stunningly intelligent boy was swallowed up first by his family and then by a world of drugs and disillusionment.... This is the aftermath of an alternate Reichenbach. Sherlock is forced into a situation that might soon become all too comfortable. (You might not have to read the first part of the story to pick up here if you are so inclined. See inside for further notes.)

Set immediately post-5x17. Felicity patches Oliver up.

“Hale, good. I thought I’d thought you’d be here.” Derek nearly brained himself on the window sash as the elder Stilinski opened the door into Stiles’ bedroom, which was, Derek could tell, oddly bereft of Stiles. He caught the faltered move before he could embarrass himself further, and for a brief, hesitant second debated making a run for it. “You’re already almost there, son, just come on in.” a.k.a. the one where the Sheriff educates Derek on getting his shit together with dating his son. Derek is dating Stiles, right? Yes? Maybe? He's really not sure anymore.

There were three types of people: Kissers, Namers, and Tattooers. You either had a Tattoo that matched another's or a Name marked above your heart. If you didn't, then you were a Kisser, recognizing your soulmate at first touch or kiss, as innocent as the person wanted it to be. As soon as you were born, it was obvious which category you fell into. Sirius had a Tattoo. Remus didn't.

“Just tell me, Derek,” Stiles says quietly. “Is it... is my dad okay?” “Your dad's fine,” Derek says before pressing his lips together against an exhale. “It's about Stuart.” “What about him?” Stiles asks. “Stuart doesn't really exist,” Derek says, with such a calm certainty that it can't be argued with. “There is no Stuart, and there never has been. You don't have a brother, Stiles.”

yeah, yeah I'd rather be with you/say you want the same thing too She’d told Winn loving Lena felt like freefall; losing her felt very much the same. In which Kara flies across the world to kiss the girl she wants to kiss, hacking security cameras and punching people on the way.

“Where is he?! Where’s Private Katsuki?!” His men never saw the Captain so full of anger. There was murmur. They looked around, searching. Then nobody moved. The silence grew on the battlefield. A small story about Captain Viktor Nikiforov and Private Katsuki Yuuri.It’s not specific when and where they are, but the scene is kind of like the Argonne 1918, Yuuri is kind of like a WWI runner (with the heart of WWII Ronald Speirs), and Viktor is the leader of a company, so you get how this is kind of a mess. No countries mentioned, no ideologies, nothing like that, really, that’s not my point. I… blame Vikings for my associations might be morbid.

Katsuki is all too aware that the last time Deku had seen him, he’d been eleven and a shithead. And now with all this talk about their past, and Deku babysitting him… he didn’t want Deku to still see him that way. He wants Deku to see him as an adult. He’s twenty and he has his own place, and he’s not the same kid who’d set the toaster on fire and begged Deku not to tell his parents. He doesn’t fully understand why, but it’s very important to him that Deku doesn’t still see him that way.

“Eddie?" Steve sounds sleep-rough even to his own ears. "What’s up, man? It’s like, midnight.” “I know, I know, sorry, just—“ Eddie takes a breath. “David proposed to me.” Steve feels the world tilt on its axis. “Oh.” “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I said?” Softly, Steve asks, “What did you say?” “I said yes.” (Or, Steve and Eddie navigate their twenties together and apart. Eventually, something has to give.)

Kylo doesn't know how it happened; but he has become entirely infatuated with the scavenger girl that bested him on Starkiller Base. He desires her. Fantasies her dressed in black, standing by his side with a golden band around her left finger. Together, they'd bring everyone to their knees. But whenever Kylo comes close to his Rey, she vanishes. Flees so quickly from his grasp that their tiring game of capture starts all over again. Kylo knows that she will eventually run out of places to hide. And until then, he will tear the galaxy apart, until Rey is his. On hiatus until further notice.

The future is always in flux and small decisions can produce radically different paths forward. On her first day of school, Bella's life becomes entangled with that of Alice and Jasper. Now she must uncover their secrets and discover for herself if love is a monstrous thing. A polyamorous Twilight remix without the sparkles.

Seo struggles to name her ship something not-stupid.