Gondor

Months after the war, Lucien returns to Velaris to see Elain. He is unsure if he will be welcomed, but is pleasantly surprised when she appears open to spending time with him. He is even more surprised when Rhysand sees fit to send him and Elain across Prythian to visit a handful of the other courts in another effort to unite them all. He's not sure how things with Tamlin will go, and he's all but dreading taking Elain home to the Autumn Court to Beron and his brothers...

Bored beyond comprehension, Ryuk decides after seeing what humans do with the Death Note, to experiment with what would happen if a human lived their whole life with access and knowledge of the Death Note. This leads him to find four-month-old Light Yagami, whom he decides to use as his test subject and has a little fun. Light's parents, as with anybody else, can't see Ryuk and thus think Light is possessed, so while trying to find answers, Soichiro turns to a young cadet for assistance taking care of his son. Light grows up knowing he is different but rarely bored with Ryuk by his side throughout his whole life and having little interest in using the Death Note, training in Shinigami magic and learning the ways of the world instead. But things become interesting when, after multiple incidents regarding his secret, someone else with the Death Note begins using it as the mass killer known as Kira. Add in a dumbfounded detective and a task force all aware of Light's situation and far past caring, and Ryuk knows he made the right choice because he's found plenty of entertainment, even though he has to fight the protective instinct he's developed towards Light.

Charlie Watson was nobody. Bee had only ever been in a small California Beach town in the first place because his memory had been missing. After getting it back and stopping a broadcast that would have brought the entire Decepticon army to Earth, he'd been gone: Off to find his commanding officer—his fellows-in-arms—and report in ready for duty. Off to be a hero.

Henry – Prince Henry, third in line for the throne of Windsor and Alex's goddamn betrothed – has very soft hands. Alex knows this because he is literally holding them in his, both of them standing in front of just about everyone with a title in either of their two kingdoms, while a man in an extremely large hat has them repeat oaths and other things Alex has been learning by heart since he got engaged. * Looking back on their time at the altar, Alex should maybe have read a little more into the way Henry kissed him like it was the last time.

What if Sunny, instead of repressing what he did to Mari, decided on a whim to repress what she meant to him? As the fallout of their coverup of Mari's death lands them in hot water, Sunny and Basil find themselves trapped in a moral downwards spiral, giving in to their worst attributes and instincts to stay together at any cost.With mysterious disappearances rippling through the town at large, their old friends find themselves caught up in a conspiracy, trying to unravel a web of mysteries, unaware that the problem at hand might be more personal than any of them could've dreamed to guess. After all, you'd never expect the quietest, most reserved people in your life to find a hesitant liking in getting away with murder. A Character Study-turned-Thriller exploring what circumstance can do to a troubled soul, told using the cast and story of OMORI.

What happens when a Muggle Dog Catcher catches Sirius during some Padfoot play time with Remus in the park. Friendship fic, Marauder era.

*This story is rated "M" (MATURE) mostly for explicit, uncensored and creative language, both spoken and thought. The rest is gray area.* Life is not a song. Love isn't romantic. Kindness is the worst kind of cruelty. In keeping safe, the danger is greater. In gentling the rage, the fire consumes. Two survivors, both so tortured, awaken each other to so much more than pain in the midst of a vicious, awful world.

Ed's tattoos have stories to tell. ---- “Now, close your eyes. Try not to think about anything.” Stede wonders what kind of game this is, exactly. Ed’s skin is warm as ever under his hand and it’s silly, but he fancies he can feel the small crosses and pin-prick stars as warmer still, heating up against his palm. The pulse in Ed’s thumb beats in time with the pulse in Stede’s wrist. Ed starts to hum. It’s a low rumble, gently swooping between deep tones; the design under Stede’s hand gets hotter and hotter. It feels red and sharp. Stede feels the vibration of Ed’s humming inside him as though it’s coming from his own chest. Stede’s eyes are closed but he sees—feels—knows the room around him is receding. The walls are rushing away. The gentle rocking isn’t the Revenge riding the ocean swell, but their bed floating amongst waves. He can smell a sharp sting of salt and feel a biting wind on his cheeks. Ed speaks, but the humming doesn’t stop. “Can you see it?” He can.