Hoping For Dandelions

Arthur, in a drunken rambling, accidentally admits his feelings towards Alfred. However, he remembers nothing of it in the morning, and Alfred is acting too strange for him to ask. What will happen when Arthur finally works up the nerve to ask? Will Alfred return his feelings? Or is Arthur just going to submit himself to another night of senseless drinking? ((Rating for one very intense kiss. Will probably be smut in later chapters. If you feel I need to make this mature instead of teen, please just tell me.))

After being convicted of a crime he didn't commit, the Boy Who Lived finds himself in an Azkaban run by the death eater prisoners. Their leader and his cellmate, the infamous Lucius Malfoy believes he can show Harry the error of his ways. After suffering through the ministry's treatment of him, Harry may begin to see the benefits of going dark. AU AFTER BK 5 OotP BUT CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FROM HBP

Alec visits Magnus at Pandemonium after a mission and gets a few nice surprises.

It takes Will longer than it ought to figure out what’s going on, though he supposes this has always been the case with himself and Hannibal. “You think that I'm going to hurt you,” he says, when it clicks into place. “You are waiting for me to hurt you.” Hannibal does not deny this. (Post final, Will and Hannibal attempt to find where they stand with one another).

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.

Alone, bar two new allies, and he is in deep trouble. Harry must survive the Tri-Wizard tournament and whoever has put his name in the cup.

Slade turns up in Star City.

A collection of Mercymaker drabbles and tumblr prompts of the spicy variety.

A classic jamilton fuck.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single artist in possession of a good fortune, must be in need of a muse. Yuuri Katsuki, under the name of Eros, is an exclusive dancer, performing for a high class audience. Phichit is his closest friend, making it a two-person act. He's young, desirable, but with the popularity of male dancers dwindling, he's struggling. Viktor Nikiforov has a huge inheritance on his name, a large estate, and too much time on his hands. Though a popular painter, he's struggling to find his muse again. That is, until he sees a man by the name of Eros dance. After introductions, Viktor finds that same spark that he hasn't felt in a long time has suddenly flared up again. OR The self-indulgent, homoerotic victorian au nobody asked for and yet I'm here to deliver.

Prompt: Written for Bad Fic Idol at Wincon 2013 Kitty Princess Stiles is in heat and needs to find the perfect cock for him. Luckily, he has help.

Newt had plans to make a stopover in New York before heading to Arizona. He wanted to inform the director of magical security at MACUSA of his impending fatherhood.

The niffler tries to cheer him up by stealing him a nice pocket watch but Newt tells him, as sternly as he can in his weakened state, to give it back immediately and that if he absolutely has to steal things the household is in need of handkerchiefs more than anything. The niffler returns clutching a fancy one in his little paw, one that is monogrammed and interwoven with silver thread, and if Newt ever finds out what the initials AW stand for he’ll have to apologize to them for instigating the handkerchief heist. As for right now, all he has the energy to do is to blow his nose and get back to sleep. Newt's fallen ill and his creatures are doing everything they can to make him feel better...

AU. Tony asks Loki for divorce. This is what happens after. FROSTIRON.

Hugh and Mads share their first screen kiss and... it's not good. Hugh wants to be relieved, knows he should be, but that's not quite what he's feeling. And when Mads shows up at his door to check on him, he finds he's not the only one dealing with some long-repressed desires.

Part 1 - Sherlock (The Walking Man)Part 2 - John (The Waiting Game) When it was all over, when the east wind had blown through and they’d picked themselves off the pavement, Sherlock said enough. When it was all over, when Mary was dead and Rosie didn’t have enough family left for John to risk even an adrenaline high, John watched Sherlock go. Eighteen years later, the real journey begins.

Bellamy Blake is on his second tour when he emails the only person he can't stand aka the obnoxious Clarke Griffin just because he doesn't have a choice and has managed to push away everyone else from his life. What was a one-time thing turns to be a constant flow of emails.

In the midst of a highly infectious viral infection, Tora is at Poppy's when they're suddenly forced to go into lockdown together. "A week. A week in Poppy’s apartment. A week of literally being here. In Poppy’s apartment. With Poppy.The need to scream internally is a strange feeling indeed." *Complete for now with the possibility of a part 2 in the future*

Sam made a deal years ago, and the Winchesters are owned by Meg. She does whatever the fuck she wants, and as the years go by they find their resistance fading.

Based on a requested prompt. Where Will is an idiot, ahem, I mean Will loves Hannibal and tries to surprise him by making a home cooked meal using dishes from Lithuania. Fails spectacularly to lie his way out of it and everything goes horribly wrong. And then they cuddle. The end. * He wanted to run. To be anywhere but that room. Questions hanging heavily in the air. “A moment ago, I was considering choking the life out of you with your apron,” The older man said in a monotone. “Well. I...” Will looked at the half apron covered in flour, smattered in frying oil, and smudged in various sticky stains of berries. Then at his bright red knuckles, throb pulsating up his arm. He glanced at the wedding bands on his other hand. “I…would like it if you reconsidered, darling?”

The sequel to 'Package Deal'. A year after the afternoon at Grimmauld Place, Harry, Bill, and Charlie are successfully navigating their unconventional three-way relationship, of course they still haven't told their friends or family just how close they've gotten...