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Warren is minding his own business, halfway through an engineering degree and pretty pleased with the new life he's been building away from all that superpowered bullshit. And then Will Stronghold shows up.
15 Oct 2019
In between the events of Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" and the beginning of "Ulysses", Stephen and Cranly apparently went to a horse race in Leopardstown. Here's my alternate version of that, in which Stephen definitely lied about the circumstances of their encounter.
Bucky goes to dinner with a high-end escort named Steve. Then Bucky goes to bed with a high-end escort named Steve. It's pretty simple, all things considered.
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
29 May 2018
Steve smokes the whole thing, letting the white stick dangle from his fingertips every now and then so he can cough, harsh and low. When it’s burnt down to the end, Steve lets the butt drop from his fingers to the metal bars. His feet are bare, so he can stomp it out, but he watches carefully as the light dims, and finally fades away. He stares out at the city for a moment, searching out the lights in the building across. Looking for the solitary figure of a young man stumbling home. He sees nothing but strangers.
Fandoms: Marvel (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe
22 Jun 2017
Neither Steve nor Bucky can seem to escape from their pasts, even miles away in a house in the middle of Nowhere, New York. Maybe together, they can figure out how not to be trapped anymore.
11 Apr 2021
Really just an excuse for gratuitous tiny!Steve/Thor slavefic id porn, and later shrinkyclinks porn. Tags to be added as chapters progress but in general consider this choose not to warn.
Thor finally steps into view, arms crossed over his chest, and he’s bigger than he looked on the dais, broad shoulders made ever broader by the heavy drape of a cloak brushing his heels. If not for the long hair and the close trimmed beard, he could be on a poster for the Reich, blond and strong-jawed as they come.
“So,” he says. “You are still a disappointment.”
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24 Apr 2021
There's an unexpected baby in Harry's belly and Draco isn't surprised; this is just their kind of luck.
Or: a story of how Draco and Harry got their shit together.
Bookmarked by saveourtiredhearts
20 Aug 2020
The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.
“Who is that?” he asked quietly.
“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”
Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
21 Jan 2020
“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”
That was a bad word. Not found.
Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.
One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.