Lost Boy

AU. It’s the 1990’s and Maria Stark decides that it’s time for her son to have a break from New York society (before Howard and Obi lock the poor boy away in labs and board-rooms forever) and so she drags him (all but kicking and screaming) back to her home land of Italy. Frustrated that his summer vacation plans have been thoroughly ruined, the twenty one year old resigns himself to his mother’s whims but this tiny village (with only one phone-line between them) just isn’t his scene. Therefore, giving himself a quest to collect and take photos of the weirdest creatures he can find (to impress his Brucie-bear), the young inventor sets off with his camera down the dusty old paths on a glorious Sunday morning. When he comes across a winding path twisting down from the cliff based town to an untouched, deserted beach then of course he was going to ignore the ancient, wood-carved sign forbidding people from entering; with the nosey locals safely tucked away in church and his mom sipping cocktails by their villa’s pool there isn’t anyone to stop him... But there is someone watching from the waves...

A history of love and death, sustained by lies and doomed to repeat.

You just wanted to help that teen girl at the bus stop get her book back before her camp bus arrived. She reminded you so much of yourself at that age. Unfortunately, while she escaped the Emperor's guards to live out her magical world fantasy you weren't so lucky. The Emperor keeps insisting that the Isles are much too hostile for a sweet little human like yourself. Or, how Belos collected you to be his perfect little wife only for you to turn around and dedicate your life to being the mother Hunter deserves. Note: I often go back and edit chapters a few times after I post to fix any grammatical errors or adjust the flow of a sentence. If I missed anything past that point please let me know! If you like any part of this story, please drop a comment. It's scary putting hours of my work out into the open. Words of encouragement mean the WORLD to me.

"...you really don't want to tell him that you can't take your eyes off the lead singer, that her raspy voice echoes in your bones and her adorable dimples make your knees wobble. You don't want to tell him because you're not ready to be with anyone. Not yet." OR The AU in which Lexa is a single-parent widow, Clarke is running from her past and together they’re terrible at taking things slow. --(I may be adding more characters and tags as we go)

Because nothing is without flaws. Contains mostly nitpicking, the occasional funny aside, and an in-depth questioning of some of the actions made by the supposedly responsible authority figures of Hogwarts.

Molly goes to Baker Street expecting to talk to Sherlock, not to help him with an experiment. But when the experiment backfires and she’s injured, she gets more from Sherlock than she had expected.

Gabriel wants to spice up the bedroom but Sam is against the idea, at least until he learns he's vanilla. Sam, as a last resort, summons Balthazar to help him because he's not very knowledgeable on lady garments. He then he proves to Gabriel he's not that vanilla.

The first investigation was going exactly as the Mastermind hoped it would. And then Ouma picked up the ball. MAJOR V3 SPOILERS (Sort of Fix-It; Justice is Served AU) TV Tropes: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/ThreePointShot In-Progress Audiobook by Net Neutrality: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK2BZXDp6Lqhr9zimdHWTmQpu21y2cBaw In-Progress Audiobook by ARedgrave: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNSAzcWUerU

It was supposed to be the family holiday that Peter never forgot. Except, he had been forgotten.

Working at night at Wal-Mart can be tiring in the pay is not so good. But it's quiet so you can't complain about it that much. Your life is boring and your history full pain. But a bunch of monsters come into your life and it's no longer boring. Especially when a tiny skeleton is always around the corner every where you went.

With one last settlement left, Derek Hale is ready to end the war with the Argents. But when he reaches the village's gates he's not ready for children to hand him flower crowns and certainly isn't ready to meet Lord Stiles Stilinski.

Harry's brother, Connor, is the Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry has dedicated himself to protecting him, remaining a normal, ordinary boy. Sadly, some people aren't content to leave Harry hidden in the shadows.

And fuck— the reek of Jungkook's sopping pussy was stronger than before. The sweet, tangy smell that had the alpha's bulging cock twitching in his pants. He looked up at the omega from between his legs, his eyes lustful. "You panties are soiled with your mess, omega." Fuck. The panties were practically transparent with how wet they were with Jungkook's slick. The older omega whimpered while his legs shook in Taehyung's arms, "You and your filthy mouth, always saying vulgar things. Are alphas you- your age this shameful?" He breathlessly asked with with his tearful eyes staring at Taehyung needily; desperately—not being able to turn his face away when the younger smirked, "There's other things my mouth can do." The alpha all but sounded delighted with how Jungkook looked and spoke— knowing he's the cause of the older omega being so bothered and hot just with a little teasing. Or where,When sweet, older omega jungkook sees a young warrior at the doors of their castle, asking for his hand— he had expected for his father to decline it with the excuse of him being barren and old— not for him being pounded into the bed by the said warrior with the promise of pups.

AU Blaine hadn't known that helping his friend with a college application would get him into hacking, he hadn't known that hacking would get him arrested, he hadn't known that working for the FBI would help him become a better criminal, he hadn't known walking into a club would find him his soulmate, he hadn't known helping an old friend would end this way. Changed my username from slytherindestiel, it's still me :)

Dean and his sister are captured by the Steins. Dean wakes up to see his sister hurt, and the mark takes over.

Bond comes home from a mission to Q.

A simple 'thank you' kiss becomes much more then Hermione could have imagined. Mild Violence

Sheltered northern prince, Han Jisung, is set to marry the warlord king of the notoriously barbaric south in a bid for political peace.

Alec joins a swimming club, and meets a wonderful person called Magnus Bane. And even though Alec wants to hold his hand, and kiss him, and- nope nope nope no he doesn't he DEFINITELY doesn't. Slowly, he lets down his walls to allow Magnus in. But Magnus has secrets of his own, so can two boys of completely different worlds, battling completely different demons, realise that they aren't as different as they might seem?

The bus was silent aside from Liam and Niall snoring and the near-constant (practically soothing, by this point) sounds of the bus’ engines. The quiet made it easy for Zayn to pick up the rapid tapping from the bunk above him, then the pause, the buzz from another bunk across the aisle of the bus, and then the answering taps of Harry’s fingers on his phone. Zayn didn’t get why they were texting each other when they could just go out to the lounge and talk out loud but this wasn’t the first time Harry and Louis had done weird things together and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

There were days when Kara needed to feel like she wasn’t in control. Even though Kara Danvers was by every definition a ball of sunshine in the shape of a puppy, when she was Supergirl she needed to exude a strict amount of power and authority. But on days when Kara was tired of being in charge, tired of having to lead and command and exert, those were the days that Lena stepped up and took the reins. XxX Where they have sex on Lena’s desk and Lena is on top

There are many ways to show- and say- that you love someone.

Sequel to Is The Word Tailhole Hot. It's been a month, and the full moon is rolling around again. Stiles is feeling distinctly uncomfortable and uh. Aroused.

Ignoring Murphy and his cursing for a moment, she examined the human he’d been looking at. It was a woman, young, a girl really, partially trapped in the fields thick mud. Thin and gaunt, she looked a hairsbreadth from being a living skeleton, starvation having taken its toll. She glared up at them, fire burning intensely in her eyes despite the haze of pain that clouded them. Even as malnourished and bloody as she was, the girl was beautiful, a power boiling inside her that drew the blonde to her like a moth to a flame. Clarke could see a beast stalking within the small human, and she had the inexplicable urge to see that beast purr.

Recuperating from a particularly difficult case at Molly Hooper’s flat, Sherlock discovers an old cherry print bra underneath her bed. Things snowball from there.

It's not just me. It's not just you. It's us baby. And you deserve it all. And strawberry may or may not have become Jeongguk's favourite flavour.