blasphemy

Lena Luthor is going to die. She’s going to die very soon and she’s going to do it right here on the road to god-knows-where, Colorado, her hands still clutching the wheel of this foul-smelling rental car, buried under five feet of snow for the remainder of the season until some fortunate family of possums digs her up in spring, probably. (Do they have possums in the mountains?) But before she dies, she’s going to kill Sam Arias. - In which Lena Luthor hates the winter holidays, until her best friend lures her to her cabin in the mountains where she's promptly held hostage by a very well-timed snowstorm and the irresistible charms of unexpected guest Kara Danvers. (But Lena will literally kill a man before admitting to that last part.)

In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.

"I am Father Fushiguro," he spoke again with his deep and measured voice, the grin never leaving his lips. "I take it you are our newcomers ?" OR You had desperately tried to stay away from the church of the town you'd just moved in - afraid of one of the priest, Father Fushiguro, however, it seemed that he'd always find you. What you did not expect, however, was for three other men to find themselves interested in you, as well.

jeongguk has only one god and he would stop at nothing to show him his devotion.

When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there's no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

My name is Jean Kirschtein, and I have a shit job. I'm basically a garbage man. And by 'garbage' I mean 'very angry dead people.' I guess it has its perks sometimes, though; I get to meet all kinds of interesting people.

The Sterling family, operators of the Church of the Divine Pentecost, have adopted a new son named Bobby. It turns out he's an extraordinary boy with a side both dark and mysterious.

The six devils of hell encompass all of the seven deadly sins. Each devil possess every sin in their being. But, six is such a terrible number. They are in search of a seventh. Tormenting human Jeongguk and making him fall sounds tempting.

A post-apocalyptic road trip with a still recovering archangel wasn't how Sam had envisioned the aftermath of their big plan, but it sure beat a lot of the alternatives.

as the moon goddess’s chosen one, jimin hasn’t been touched in fourteen years - until prince hoseok returns to his kingdom.

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No one prays to the Olde Gods anymore. That is, until Darcy Lewis. Given a supplicant, Thor becomes one himself. Spare me all religionSave the one between your thighsAnd summon my holy spiritOn your breathless broken cries

The four Horsemen are not just people with fancy rings. They aren’t even demons with fancy rings. They are another species entirely, a force unto themselves, and Lucifer is kidding himself if he thinks that they are at his beck and call. They are separate. They are neutral. Dean Winchester is not built like them.

His dreams get longer, he gets closer to her, until finally she turns. Her face is still obscured but her body is visible and there’s a round bump protruding from her middle. In the dream, he steps close enough to touch her and lays his palm against the taut skin and he knows. They have three weeks left of their honeymoon. He has three weeks to fuck her full of the next Malfoy heir.

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

Crack prompt fills. I'm so sorry.

“You want me to seduce an alpha,” Louis hissed. “I want you to marry an alpha. It’s the only way I could ever get back on my feet. You didn’t think a few dances at a ball would do anything to Alastair’s reputation or mine...” “And what if Alastair comes back? Have you thought about him in all of this? You’re going to marry him to an alpha he doesn’t even know!” “Oh he does know him, in fact... he’d be ecstatic to know he got to marry him.” Louis’ blood ran cold, already suspecting who was the alpha the earl was talking about. “Who is he?” he asked anyways, hating how fragile and almost scared his voice sounded. “Lord Harry Styles.” Louis' stomach dropped, the words came smelling like danger, sending a bolt of fear down his spine, the Earl wanted Louis to seduce The Duke of Death. Or Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

Hitoshi is back from a long undercover mission, he's got to deal with a nasty detox heat to get rid of the supressants he's been using for the past year. Finding a partner is not always easy, and the underground insomniac is just about settling up on spending it alone when enters Denki, his electric friend and fellow omega who just might know a guy (or two) that can help him with it.

“You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan,Designed and directed by his red right hand.” It all starts with the mysterious note left on Dean’s chair.It all ends with Dean coming to terms not only with what he’s capable of, but how much that knowledge doesn’t bother him.

Dean knows better than to stay late at work, his commute home is dangerous any time, but especially after dark.

It starts with headaches, and it ends in a clusterfuck. So, business as usual, Apocalypse-wise.