Seaart Official Selection

When Steve Rogers does something nice for the wife of one of the largest Russian mafia families, Winifred sends her son, James Buchanan Barnes, to offer him a 'favor' in return. But Steve, who is incapable of seeing the bad in anyone, ends up missing the fact that Bucky's in the mafia entirely and thinks that this brick house of a man wants to go on a date. Bucky, finding this clueless yet confident coffee shop owner refreshing and adorable, decides to give it a shot. What blooms is a lovely romance between the two, where Steve is constantly surprised that they always have the best seats at restaurants, that Bucky seems to know everyone in Little Odessa, and that Bucky has a crap ton of guns in his apartment. But why do all of Steve's friends go pale when Bucky comes around? How does Natasha know Bucky? And when Steve's health starts to get in the way, how far will Bucky go to make things right? * A mafia AU slams into a coffee shop AU, and out pops a cracky, fluffy, smutty, and angsty identity porn fic between son-of-a-mafia boss Bucky Barnes and clueless coffee shop owner Steve Rogers that takes a brief look into the bowels of the American healthcare system.

NOW WITH ART!! Sanctum1. A sacred or holy place2. An inviolably private place or retreat Harry wished Severus had drawn blood. Wished he’d made a scar. A token to take with him into war, like the scratches he’d left on Severus’ back after the hearing. He almost scoffed to think of that, now. The Governors. Lupin. The snatchers. Fools, all of them. As if anything on earth could keep Severus from him now. Severus himself had said it, ages ago. No grave, no pyre, not even the end of the world. Not even the falling sky. Nothing.

Some men are destined to be heroes. Some men are chosen by fate to do great things. Some men even get the girl and live happily ever after when it's all over. Most of those tales don't quite involve fucking your way to victory though. Neither do they involve you being transformed into a nine-foot-tall green Orc outfitted for pure lewdness and combat. They certainly don't regularly include forming an accidental harem of beauties either. Still, if our hero wants to save the world he's going to have to get used to "P-orcing All the Girls."

The gang realizes that everyone has kissed Harry except Draco. Draco proceeds to do a terrible job of pretending he doesn’t want to kiss him too.

17-year-old Shawn has a fake ID burning a hole in his pocket, a college party to crash, and a mission to stop being the only virgin in his senior class. Unfortunately, there's this big-earred, good-doing grad student by the name of Carlton who catches him in the act. The unfair nature of cosmic humor being what it is, thus begins something that'll come back to haunt them both ten years later -- when an adult Shawn Spencer decides to give psychic investigation a try.

“You know, if someone had told 15-year old me that one day I'd have Victor Nikiforov kneeling between my legs and still sport a dick as limp as a noodle, I would’ve called them crazy.”

“Captain Levi!” Sasha shouts, almost dropping the dishes she’s holding. “Eren’s disappeared!”“I’ll go look for Eren.” Mikasa interjects.“Wait a minute: I know how to find him.” Jean stops her, attracting the attention of all the young soldiers seated at the table, and receiving a look… Bored? Interested? It’s impossible to interpret Captain Levi’s expressions.After making sure he has everyone’s attention, Jean takes a deep breath and stands up.“What’s he doing?” Sasha whispers, now sitting next to Connie.”