A mission gone wrong leaves Lance's vocal cords shot, and with the healing pods down, the only way to allow them to heal is time. What all can happen in the few short months it takes for Lance to get his voice back? No one knew until now. Cover by @IdkandUdc . If you liked this story, go check out their Langst one shot book ^^

When Veronica was on her way home, she accidentally bumps into the one and only, Heather Chandler. They both fall instantly, awkwardly flirting with each other, not knowing what rabbit hole they just jumped into. Cover Art Belongs to Anidoodles.

Summary: Perhaps Gavin should've known better than to make a bet with a piece of tin. Although, he can't say he wasn't satisfied with the outcome. A//N Just a ship from DBH. Good game. I recommend it. Also rk900 is called Conan in this because "ah, f-fuck rk900.." isn't that fluid :) Word Count: 3128 TW: kind of public humility (only small though), swearing, dom/sub, teeny weeny bit of degrading, bit of praise too, semi public sex

Lance was just a barista at a Starbucks! If he knew that going for some drinks with his coworker and friend Allura would lead to involvement with the AMERICAN MAFIA he would have said no-way-jose! But he didn't know. And that might explain why he was drunk off his ass and having a good time with two hot guys he's never met before. But when said hot guys won't leave him alone and while trying to avoid them he gets kidnapped by some creep with too much hair gel things get interesting. AKA the Mafia AU literally nobody asked for.

Everyone is born with animal traits. Whether you're born with ears and a tail, or claws and fangs, everyone is born with something. The most common is to have some relation to a cat or wolf (ears and tails) and the rarest [and most dangerous] is to be born with wings. Lance is one of the few unlucky souls born with wings. He must deal with all the struggles of being a rare and valued trinket and learn how to become a Paladin.

An assassin and a mafia Don. One night, Two results.

(I don't own any of this art ;-;) [TRIGGER WARNING- THIS STORY INVOLVES ATTEMPTED SUICIDE! PLEASE USE DISCRETION!] Dib sneaks into Zim's lab yet again, only to learn something about him that could ruin the Irken's entire life. Will he take advantage or help? - I went over to the desk and answered it, saying, "My Tallest! I have good news! I have captured the deviant that keeps foiling my plans! The Dib human is here." I pointed to the Dib-stink on the table and looked back proud. They didn't share my exuberance. "Zim, we hate to break it to you, well no, we love to make you upset- here's the point. You are a mistake. We sent you into space because you were useless, not actually thinking you would find Earth, much less LIVE. "We wanted you dead then, and still do. Oh and also, you're defective, that's another reason. We just couldn't take these weekly calls, they were getting very annoying! And you have emotions, which Irken aren't supposed to have. "Anyways, don't call us again, you might as well just kill yourself, nobody wants you alive anyway. Bye!" - [I wrote this years ago so it's uh... strange to say the least. 👀] Chapters have been revised to make it less painful*