Crossing the Line

Where was the fault of loving you with my whole heart? AU fix-it fic.

When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam's ribs under Ronan's hands and Adam's mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer. Inside, they pretended they would dream, but they did not.

Broken, sealed, it doesn't matter which. Reborn leaves Hayato and Tsuna in the middle of nowhere. Neither come back the same. Nor will the Mafia quite know what hit it.

Spending an afternoon on the chaise lounge is Darcy's idea of a great afternoon. Spending one tied down on a chaise lounge while Steve uses a fucking machine on her and then joins in himself--well, that turns out to be just about perfect.

John Price is an alpha that could put any other alpha to shame. Large and imposing form, ex- military with a scent that could send any omega whimpering to their knees in submission. The kind of alpha that garnered respect from those around him. He was the perfect example of everything an alpha could be. And he was wrapped around the little fingers of his precious omega son, Johnny. -Soap experiences his first ever heat. Mind the tags.

What happens in the closet doesn't necessarily stay in the closet, which one Kozmotis Pitchiner is about to find out. A one-shot in which Jackson Overland Frost, the school's swim team champ, and Kozmotis Pitchiner, the school nerd, learn some interesting things about one another.

Harry died, but you see death likes him, so he had a redo on his life, This Harry is smart, and Dark, but then so are his friends.

AU: No queers after the zombie apocalypse? I don't think so. Daryl can't keep Merle from being a bastard to Glenn, and it only gets worse. TW: racist violence, homophobia/homophobic language.

Snape forces Harry to brew a popularity potion.

What first drew his eyes were the bruises.

“Shh,” the intruder cooed in his ear. The man rubbed his jaw along the side of Dean’s face, almost like a caress. Dean breathed hard through his nose as he listened to the rumble of the impala fading away. His father was gone. Sammy was missing. And Dean was clearly outmatched. If he could just reach his colt-

Jungkook kind of always knew. From the moment he met the boy when he was just a small boy, he knew. He knew that he would love Taehyung. He just didn't know in which way.

'Creators, he probably doesn’t know what he does to her. How he, most unexpectedly, makes her want to seek him out and ask him things, tell him things. Him, of all people. ‘Fen’harel is laughing, somewhere,’ she thinks. The Trickster God, playing joke after joke on her--survivor of the Conclave, Herald of Andraste, leader of the Inquisition-- Heart full of affection for a human man.' As prepared as Asha'revas had been for leadership, nothing could have prepared her for this. Not for any of it. Certainly not for Cullen Rutherford.

“Bakugo, I have to tell you something.” “Fucking say it then.” “I can’t see.” “We know you can’t see, where are your damn glasses?” “No Bakugo.” Shoto’s voice was hollow, quieter than it needed to be. He cleared his throat trying to speak louder this time. “I mean I can’t see, anything.” Bakugo still didn’t know what that meant, so he put a hand in front of Todoroki’s face to confirm his suspicions. Tried doing all he could to make Half n Half flinch or blink or just about anything. But his idiot classmate stood there unmoving, not making any sort of reaction or response to it all. Or Todoroki is unsure why he’s going blind, and Bakugo – even though he hates this fucker with all his might – attempts to help this poor extra, as they both go through the days in denial about their newly formed crushes on each other.

Sophie is back in Belfast to film retakes with Kit. Richard surprises her with a visit. The moment Sophie utters the word "Jonsa" he suggests looking up just how far GoT ships go. One search will lead to an allnighter that none of them prepared for. Or-what happens when old friends drink and discover fanfic based on the characters they play(ed) and decide to imitate art.

He's going to need magic to take his staff back from SHIELD, so Loki finally tries to sleep--and when he does, a memory is waiting for him, of pain and suffocation and wanting to die. Written entirely in the universe of LadyCharity's Syrgja, without which this won't make a lot of sense.

Mark comes back groveling with an apology. Eduardo is still hurt and angry and betrayed. The path to forgiveness and absolution isn’t easy. In which they both take the longer road.

"In the center of it all, on her desk, is a gorgeous glass vase full of over two dozen lavender roses. “Pretty,” she murmurs as she comes around to look at them. In the middle of the light purple flowers is a small card, thank you written in elegant script over the surface. There’s no name, but there doesn’t need to be." A love story, told with flowers.

Sometimes the phone rings. Sometimes his stomach leaps again, like it used to every time Grantaire called to talk about their silly little dates. Hey... “Hey Enjy, you still there?” He’s still here. “You can’t stay in that apartment forever. I’m coming with Combeferre to pick you up. How does a movie night at my place sound? Like the good old times? Promise it won’t be an American Pie marathon!” Painful, Courfeyrac. It sounds painful. Getting into clothes sounds painful. “Fun. It sounds fun.” He hangs up with a click. Hey, I just wanted to hear your voice. It was all I wanted.

Sherlock and John are still recovering from their long separation. After their wedding they choose to have a quiet honeymoon where they meet a new friend.

Love cannot make a home where lies and secrets sleep. "You went through all that, for him. And you just can't stop, can you, Steve?" Love... cannot erase the past, and the pain. "I'll do it. I'll do it for you. But who are you doing this for? Me, or Barnes?" This is investigative journalist Tony Stark at the Bee's service. Work's great, he's in a steady-ish, long-distant relationship with Special Agent Steve Rogers. Life's as good as it gets. But, a self-instigated assignment on James "Bucky" Barnes hurls him headfirst into a world of control and manipulations. Where he walks between order and chaos, he keeps Steve close in his thoughts and prayers - lest he loses himself. May love guide them home.

Coming home Greg is surprised in his flat. But it's the best kind of surprise.

Aedan tries as best he can. Zevran appreciates it.

“Hey Marimo,” he whispers, lacking his usual bite, “I would stay away if I were you… I think I have a fever.” “I don’t doubt it,” Zoro responds, gently as possible. “Though I think there’s more to it than that, Curls.”

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

It isn't always easy having superhuman strength, especially in the bedroom.

Post TDK. Instead of batman taking the blame for Harvey Dent's murder,the Joker is caught and imprisoned. After those traumatizing events two years later, Batman encounters a mysterious thief with a strange dilemma. But what happens when their identities clash? Protecting the city's inhabitants, a new enemy emerges who puts both Gotham and the people he cares for in danger.