Three months after Civil War, Bucky Barnes is forced out of his cryogenic state. The Avengers believe it's safe to hide him with Dakota Summers. Or so they think. Copyright © 2016 by Noelle N. Cover by @stereohearted.

[COMPLETED] ❝ we need someone to replace blake and i think we should give her a chance. ❞ ❝ spence, she's a criminal. ❞ the four horsemen had earned the title of the most dangerous group that the behavioral analysis unit had ever worked against. luckily for the team, in their possession now was quinn carson, the member of the horsemen that they believed could change everything. [pre-season 10 - season 10 ] [BOOK ONE IN THE HORSEMEN SERIES]

[KUROKO NO BASUKE FANFIC] she had intended to distance herself and create space, but in her attempt at doing so she finds herself even more intertwined in the mess that comes with basketball and the generation of miracles. Chiyo hadn't realized that attending Seirin would help her with new beginnings, new friendships, and possibly... romance? OC/?

It has been over a year since the murder of his wife, Lily, and James Potter wishes every day that it is simply a nightmare that he will wake up from. Unfortunately, it isn't and in the wake of her death, James finds himself as a single parent to their son, Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived is known all around the wizarding world as the one to defeat Lord Voldemort on the same night that Lily was killed as the proclaimed "Dark Lord" attempted to rid of the child as well, yet failed. However, James is just trying to do his best in raising Harry in the most normal fashion as he can possibly muster but it's not easy. With one of his former best friends in Azkaban for the betrayal to the Order and his two remaining best friends not on speaking terms, James finds himself drowning in stress. Yet, relief comes in the form of a young woman, named Renata, and their first encounter is nothing short of a chaotic mess. But at the same time, it's the first thing that's made James laugh in months.

"No, no Peter. You don't have to go on. Let's take a break." Wade said, trying to get Peter to walk out with him. "No I can do it. Just give me a second." Peter sniffed, the back of his hand wiping away fat tears dripping down his face. "I'm okay. Just sit down. We can keep going. I want someone to know. I want You to know." Wade sighed but didn't argue as he sat back down across from his Baby Boy before thinking better if it and moving over to be at the spider's side; a strong arm wrapping around the spider's Small form. "If you're sure." ____________________________________ Everyone is born with wings. The wings of a human have evolved for far more important reasons then just flying to travel and find their next meal. Now wings are everything. Everything from your wing size and feather color describes something about you whether its true or not. Doves, the jewels of society due to their beautiful white wings. They are pure, desirable and perfect. Crows, hated and judged because they're assumed evil and bad just because if a genetic out come of the color fare decides to give them. People who can't fly are a disgrace and unwanted. Believed they can't be good mate material because they can't participate in an instinct to dance with their potential mate. They are assumed to not understand how to nest, how to raise young.... Peter has wings....He used to fly. But that was a long, long time ago.

Fan fiction for the Dark Hunter series. Sabine is a Dark Hunter who is more special then she realizes. Will she rely on Acheron to help her out or "her" god who abandoned her?

When Sherlock Holmes is being assigned to teach a class in his brother's University, the devoted rationalist finds himself drawn to a similarly-aged student who outsmarts him with every chance she gets. When Moriarty peeks into their lives and wants both Sherlock's and Rhea's head on a silver-plated tray, they need to make sure that the bishop does not madden the entire chess board. 🎓 🎓 🎓 "I wanted her to witness the pleasure of slow, teasing motions. My lips placed butterfly kisses all over her arched jaw, and the corner of her Cupid's bow. The rising of her chest increased, as the up-and-down swinging of her bust invited me to join the fever of anticipation. Taking over her in an excruciatingly slow manner was burdensome even for me. Possessing self-control was utterly useless and I found myself disrobing it with no second thoughts. I crashed my lips to hers and devoured the sweet madness of her flesh, nibbling every inch of her moist skin." 🎓 🎓 🎓 Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus Cover by @cakebakinq