The Wrong Potion

Leaning against the doorframe with one hip cocked out and playful bedroom eyes flashing at Sam is his brother, decked out in an honest-to-God maid’s outfit, complete with a dainty little feather duster dangling from his thick fingers and a satin ribbon tied in a bow around his neck. “Get it? ‘Cause I do all the fuckin’ chores around here.” Dean throws his head back in laughter.

Athena Grant gets a call from the hospital on her day off, claiming that she needs to come in to discuss options for Buck, as his emergency contact. A lot of information is reveled, and she finally understands what the boy she's come to see as her own has been through. Or: Buck throws another clot, calls the 118 & Maddie out on their shit, lets Athena hold him as he cries, and then finally talks to Eddie.

Clint and Natasha end up stuck in an Austrian safehouse when their evac is delayed due to inclement weather.

And then Derek showed up in the sweater.

"On any other day, in any other year, maybe, he’d doubt what he was seeing. But over the past couple months Sam’s supped with God and the devil, had a hug from his long-dead mom, seen his brother restored to life. So yeah, maybe he’s never quite sure that this isn’t an hallucination; not sure that he isn’t in the basement with the British, in the cage with Lucifer, in another of the Wednesdays that just won’t end. But in this reality, whatever its authenticity, what he’s seeing now outside the bunker isn’t alien enough to shock." Jessica Moore comes back to life. She's not what Sam expects.

The rosy hue of Credence’s cheeks make Percy very, very, hard…

He takes care of others when they can’t or won’t take care of themselves. Even if that means he has to forget about his own needs sometimes. 'aka' 5 times Lance wasn't appreciated by his team but he let it slide, and the one time he didn't.

After hiding their relationship for so long Molly is tried of being the woman he turns to when no one else is looking. And when their guard is down it gives one the most prefect timing for them to strike the heart of Sherlock Holmes.

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|

Sheriff really wants to ask who the hell is D? and why are their postcards covering up my fridge? But if he does, Stiles might move them. And there’s something to be said about waking up to his son’s sleepy smile as he drinks his OJ and fiddles with the placement of the magnets.Inspired by this

"You've got to be freaking kidding me." Dean said as he stared into the mirror at his reflection. "What the hell, Sam?" He spat in a too high voice that was undoubtedly not his as he turned angrily to look at his brother. Sam was looking at him uncomfortably, biting his lip as if he wasn't sure whether to laugh or be worried. "Dude, I don't know." He said shaking his head, "one minute you're fine, just unconscious, and by the time I got us back here, you...just...you were...that." Sam said, waving his hand in a manner that was supposed to make everything make sense.

Izuku wasn't always the best at making plans, and going around asking to be kidnapped is definitely not his best work. Fortunately for him, it works out. Unfortunately for Aizawa, it works out. Alternatively: How Aizawa's 'villain' arc ends with him being a dad.

You have been friends with Ben for awhile now and he knows how much you love DC so he decided to take you on a private tour on the Warner Brothers lot. Idea by @femalejasontodd on Twitter

James Moriarty has an agreement with his younger brother, to never let their work get personal. That doesn’t mean they’ll stop interfering in each other’s lives. In which Q is Moriarty’s brother, and they may or may not spend all of their free time (and respective organization’s discretionary budget) pranking each other.

In which Sirius decided cave-life probably wasn’t for him, and instead contacted Remus when he returned to the country to keep an eye on Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, in time to spend the winter holidays with his godson. For the prompt: Sirius and Remus have been lying low together for several months, and they get permission to have Harry visit for the Christmas hols (yule ball disregarded). Wolfstar if you are amenable, and Harry's reaction to it.

Scott McCall is at home preparing to get a good night's rest to prepare for the start of the semester, he wants to make first line on the lacrosse team this year. Then his best friend Stiles turns up and they head into the woods to search for half of a dead body. What could go wrong? This is a prequel to the story 'A Doggy of my Own', so if you have already read that story you'll already know how this is going to end.

Narcissa's intention is to possess Lily.

Jensen is the first to wake. He sits on the edge of Jared’s bed, hands pressing into the mattress and tries not to think too much like he has the tendency to. He glances over his shoulder to where Jared lies on the bed, belly up and head turned to the side, midday light slicing through slits in the blinds; across the points of his cheeks, his collarbone, one terracotta-colored nipple. Jared’s heat so much like the sun and Jensen reaching like a sun-seeking root, greedy for what lays hidden underneath Jared’s sheets, the swell of it between his strong thighs.

The pack doesn't appreciate Stiles and use him for research. Derek is always being to ruff with him and Scott could care less about him. Then Stiles is walking to a pack meeting in the rare November snow and Peter Hale, the other pack outcast stops and offers him a ride...things go from there.

Because smoking any other way would be boring and Sherlock needs this.

Derek Hale is good at getting what he wants. Unfortunately, what he wants now is Stiles Stilinski, who doesn't exactly seem to be in the mood for his shit.

WARNING: 16+, Contains Undertale feederistic content (I.e- getting fat. I.e- liking it), also called ‘Undertum’. If this is not your thing, please keep scrolling. Thank you. Summary: Sans and (Reader) enjoying a relaxing evening of Movies and Chill, with a little tummy fun. ONESHOT. Read the tags, and it'll make sense. LAST WARNING, THIS IS BELLY FETISH TERRITORY!!! IF YOU DISLIKE, LEAVE!! Thank you again.

Even though they're happily married, Xander and Corrin still have to abide by their duties as sovereigns of two kingdoms - i.e. they have to hold daily conferences discussing Nohrian-Vallite diplomacy, with said conferences usually lasting for hours on end. Even after they've finished their monarchical duties for the day, they still have to tend to their parental responsibilities raising their two sons. While they enjoy being parents, the lack of "mommy-daddy-alone-time" has taken a toll on the king and queen - meaning that they haven't had the opportunity to have sex in three whole months, and the growing sexual tension between them is agonizing. There has to be a way to solve this dry spell and carry on with their duties. Perhaps they can even combine sex and diplomacy? Actually, that sounds like a pretty good idea... (Smut, Oneshot, Corriander [Xander/Female Corrin], Spoilers for Revelation)

You're a new recruit on Coulson's team specializing in linguistics. You feel kind of out of place since you're the newbie on the Bus, but one night while you work on translating a document Agent Coulson comes to you and asks you if you'd like a drink. However, he may have other ideas. (This was originally a prompt. Since I couldn't decide who to pair him with I left it open to the reader).

They don’t have a minivan, okay? It’s a sport utility crossover vehicle, Stiles. It’s utilitarian, and it makes sense, and considering Stiles once called the Camaro a “penis replacement,” it’s kind of hypocritical of him to knock the Toyota, too.

When Harry Potter cast his first Cruciatus Curse, he was successful. In doing so, he awoke the darkness in his head. It whispers, and it's never wrong. The darkness is hungry, and won’t be denied. ‘To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark, go without sight and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings.’