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After his dream is finally crushed, Izuku isn’t quite sure there’s anything left for him to live for, but...he can’t exactly kill himself either, not without hurting the people he cares the most about. So, when he realizes that the quirkless can’t technically be vigilantes, it seems like the best of both worlds. He’ll be able to save people even without being a hero and, if he happens to die while he’s at it...well, like Kacchan said, maybe he’d be born with a quirk in the next life. This fic has a discord.

In the world of Minecraft, there is only two truths. Build, and survive. Follow Jenny and friends in her adventures as she rediscovers this wonderful world full of fun, crafting, and... pleasure? Tribute to Slipperyt, a Minecraft porn animator that I admire.

“Cloud Reccesses Apiary,” says a toneless, deep masculine voice, with zero question in it. Wei Ying doesn’t care, because whoever possesses that voice is probably going to come save him from bees like a fucking hero while wearing like, a suit of armor. That’s what you wear to catch bees, right? “I have like, so many bees outside my front door right now,” he says, mouth running out ahead of him before he can even begin to think about reining it in. “It’s like a sandstorm of bees out there. There are so many bees. I got out of my car and there were just bees and I don’t want these bees. Do you want these bees? Please tell me you will come get these bees. I can’t leave my house and I have enough food for maybe a week but then I’m gonna have to learn how to cook dry beans and no one wants that, especially not me.” Wei Ying runs out of air, takes a breath, and belatedly adds, “My name is Wei Ying. Hi.” Or: The beekeeping AU that no one asked for.

Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Sherlock takes one last look out to the horizon, mouth downturned and brow furrowed, before seeming to shake himself and catching up to John with a few long-legged strides. John turns back toward the path cut into the cliffs, climbing steadily toward the rolling downs already green and lush in the weak April warmth. They reach the top and Sherlock strikes toward the west, back to where their hired Land Rover sits a mile away in a public carpark. John falls into step beside him and takes a deep breath. “I expected a case,” he starts. “A bit chilly for a walk, really, so. D’you mind telling me what we’re doing out here?”Sherlock doesn’t even pause, simply tucks his head down against the wind and continues walking. “I’m retiring,” he says simply.

And then that one time he didn't, when he really should have, because Tendou Satori absolutely was.

Hallownest is a Trade Kingdom whose doors have been shut for years.It needs merchants to travel through its doors once more in order to recover from the stress that the infection put upon its food stores.But Hallownest has been quarantined for a long time, and the world has continued to move around it.Will this lost city make a comeback, or will the Eternal Kingdom of Hallownest fade from a more mundane tragedy?Can the denizens of Hallownest show the invited guests that it is worth the trip or will it slowly starve under its own weight?

The fact that she was still a little annoyed with him for the “I’m closer to a dog than you” quip might have informed what she did next. She patted the warm cement next to her, and said, in the firm tone she’d heard animal trainers use: “Caine, sit.” [Pretty much what it says on the tin. Jupiter Jones and Caine Wise figure each other out, post-canon. Basically my exploration of their relationship and where it might lead. EDIT: Now COMPLETE! Enjoy the sex and plot and wacky OCs!]

Dean Winchester is a broken omega. After an accident during his childhood that ended in the loss of his mother and a life altering head injury, Dean lost everything. Years after John dumped his broken omega son at the Omega Institute, Dean finally accepts that he will spend the rest of his life working for Headmaster Moseley. Until one day, a newly widowed Alpha decides to give him a chance.

It would only be Dean Winchesters luck to find his mate already dead. He hasn’t checked yet, but this man looks more dead than alive and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. Dean takes the right arm, which doesn’t weigh a thing, and checks for a pulse. He waits. And he waits. Nothing. Dean presses harder.Thump. Thump. Thump.Praise the Lord Jesus. OR: That time when sad and depressed Alpha Dean Winchester finally found his mate, but not in the way he expected. FULLY EDITED

me: "I kind of want to write a fic where Bucky doesn't decide to become a superhero." me: "Like a fic where he becomes a pacifist beekeeper in upstate New York." aka: The Emotionally Repressed Bee Farm Love Story

All for deku!After years of life All For One realizes his death is inevitable, between his constant fights with the users of one for all and seeing the doctor grow older. He starts to make plans around this idea. He knows quirks hold some essence from their original holder, he has been haunted by them in the past after all. So, what if his did as well? What if a connection could be maintained like a download, slowly adding his consciousness to another body? Perhaps it would be possible, but he would need a rarity nowadays to do so cleanly. A quirkless individual, a child would be best, with no quirk there would be no defense against his own. And even if this process takes years, a child should be alive long enough to see it through.

Prince Mattias’ sensuality instructors have decided that he needs some harsh punishment for his willful behavior. Fortunately for them—and very unfortunately for Matti—at the local market, a certain vendor is selling something which will fulfill that purpose quite well; he’ll even let them test the merchandise.

Blue Eyes tilts his head. A predatory smile twists his lips. Dean squirms beneath his gaze. “What? Does it look like I know your name, demon-priest?” “Mm. Names have a lot of power, you know.” “God, why did I have to get stuck with the most pretentious demon that’s ever-” “Mine is Castiel.” And, oh, Dean doesn’t hesitate before wrapping his tongue around it. “Castiel.” He likes it. Please, God help him, he likes it. “Is there an echo?” Jesus Christ. —— Or, Dean is a hunter and Cas is the unendingly sarcastic sin-eating demon he accidentally binds his everlasting soul to, so now Dean has to deal with things like the passenger deciding what music to listen to (Taylor Swift), unceasing threats of vehicular harm, and a disturbingly high propensity for arson and knives.

Steve operates a fruit & veg stand at a farmer's market. Bucky keeps bees and has started up a honey shop just opposite. They're failing to get along. Steve gets along a lot better with the anonymous friend he's been writing letters to. In fact, he's rapidly falling for him.

During a family outing of sorts, Hamish's first encounter with bees doesn't quite as well as hoped.

Hermione Granger has been given a gift - one that she desperately wants to return, thank you very much. If only it were that easy.

The third and final part of the sequence that began with Aircraft Recognition and Keeping Rabbits and Poultry on Scraps. Sherlock and John are reunited after a long time apart.

Sherlock and John just having cute little conversations about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company.

Dairine takes the inter-universal subway (from DD’s 'Uptown Local') to another New York and literally runs into Joan Watson. Tea with Joan, Sherlock, and Clyde ensues. Set offstage during the unseen interludes of AWOM and early season 2. Minimal plot; just tea, reflections, and brief brushes of worlds.

Two years before the events of His Last Bow, Sherlock Holmes has unexpected illustrious visitors one morning in Sussex. A case of international proportions stands in the balance, but Holmes takes his work seriously. All of his work. Even, and especially, his beekeeping.

Sherlock had always been fascinated by bees...