reconciliation

Post-Avengers. Brought in chains back to Asgard, Loki has a choice - marry Thor or die. He chooses life... for a moment. “And to think they call me the monster. What are you, really, Thor? How deep does this perversion of yours run? How did you hide it so well? You are not as golden now, are you, Odinson? Never have been. I am quite peeved that I missed this. Imagine the Hel I could have turned your life into if you had revealed yourself sooner.”

Lieutenant Steve Rogers has done all the right things. Graduated West Point at the top of his class. Earned a coveted spot as an infantry officer. Found the woman of his dreams. Everything is going exactly as planned. That is, until he accepts a platoon leader position for a unit deploying to Iraq, where he’s reunited with the ex-boyfriend he’d rather forget but never could. ——— Sergeant First Class Barnes thinks he knows war. He lives in a wild cycle of military training, deployments, sex, drinking, and pining for his former best friend and ex-boyfriend, Steve Rogers. But when Lieutenant Rogers is assigned as his platoon leader during Operation Iraqi Freedom, Sergeant Barnes realizes that he doesn't know the first thing about what it means to truly fight for something. ——— An Iraq War love story in three movements. Or: The story of two men who go to war and don’t quite come back home. ——— Please read the tags and warnings.

Post-Lawsuit Buck is the man behind but doesn't complain and things look bleak until one day an unexpected visitor stops by the station and like the title says, drops one hell of a truth bomb on Bobby and the 118 regarding what was really going on.

In which Alastor realizes he committed a bit too hard to the whole found-family gag, gets fucked up by the First Douchebag, and tries to pretend everything is fine. Shockingly, Charlie is not oblivious. Even more shockingly, the person she goes to for help is Vox. This turns out to be a case of using the wrong equation but still getting the correct answer.

Lex heard the faint but distinct clink of ice against glass and he frowned. “You’re drunk.” A breathy chuckle sounded from the other line, and the business mogul heard Superman swallow whatever was in the glass. “I am.” “You can’t get drunk.” After two years of constant observation -- what some would call stalking -- Lex had been sure that getting drunk was impossible for the invulnerable alien. “Given the right ingredients, I can.”

Furina dreams of giving up control. The Knave gives her the perfect opportunity to do so.

Growing up with Autism wasn't easy for Vaggie, but she managed to deal with it when she was a human But now how is she going to deal with being a neurodivergent in hell?

The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.

A couple from different worlds, their families bound by tragedy, learn whether love will conquer all.