"𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝." "𝐍𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭... 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝." "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞." "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Everything that led up to and followed the boys' time on the island and everything in between. Rated mature for dark topics covered. {JALPH} Based on the Lord of the Flies film (1990). All rights reserved to William Golding, Castle Rock Productions, and Columbia Pictures for plot of Phase 2, and most major characters. Phases 1 and 3 and original characters developed by me. Content warning: major character deaths, scenes that may be disturbing to some viewers, some sexually descriptive scenes, depictions of child abuse, explicit language Word Count: 334, 037 words Published: November 24, 2022 Updated: March 5, 2023 Status: COMPLETED

A story of friendship, life and its ups and downs. Kevin and Avi, AU. Avin. Mention of Pentatonix.

**COMPLETED A potion's mishap thrusts Draco and Harry together and binds them until a cure can be found. Despite hating the man... Harry finds something akin to attraction starting to form. Well, they always did say love thy enemy. Or neighbour. Honestly, it doesn't matter.

Peter's been Spider- Man for his whole adult life, he's more often Spider-Man then he gets to be Peter Parker. His love life has paid the price, and he is fine with that. Really it's fine, he's not bitter he swears. Besides, who in their right mind has time for relationships anyways, what with working on his second PhD, the stark internship, and super heroing his ass off, by the time he has free time he's landed face first in a pillow. After he hangs out with Deadpool of course- he's part of that busy schedule too, their dinner's and patrols together or after hours video games and movies leave even less time for 'dating'. Or. 5 time Peter didn't take Wade's flirting seriously and the 1 time he had to.

THE ACTUAL TITLE IS WITHIN THE STORY. Crowley hates when Aziraphale is upset. He hates it so much, that he is willing to go against his demonic nature to help the angel feel better. Or, five times that Crowley comforts Aziraphale, and one time Aziraphale comforts Crowley. Aziraphale/Crowley at the end. Hurt/Comfort, angst, fluff, so much fluff, a bit of romance.

I forgive you. Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow. This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability. This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop. This time, Crowley was walking out of his life. I forgive you. Foolish. Stupid. Cruel. Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it. But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now. ~oOo~ Or, the one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.

Sherlock is out of nicotine patches and his mood is, well you can probably imagine. John refuses to buy him patches because he was just out shopping. Instead he insists that Sherlock eats something and one thing leads to another and ends in a game, which both are far too willing to play.

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072

****** "Sometimes it gets really bad and the voices get too loud so I just blow my brains out for a couple of hours of peace." I blurted out. He looked at me like he was in pain. That's dumb, I'm the one with the pain here, don't look at me like that. "Don't look at me like that" "Like what?" "Like I'm a pathetic loser who needs thoughts and prayers." "That's not how I'm looking at you." "Sure it is." "No. I just think it sucks that you have to deal with all that and also be disliked by most other people. I think you deserve someone who would understand you and give you the comfort you need to make it all more bearable." I looked at him and blinked. My lungs felt heavy and my jaw clenched. I swallowed slowly and blinked again. He put down his fork and licked his lips, looking into my eyes the whole while. {Are we about to kiss right now?} ****** *Alternating between Deadpool and Spider-Man POV, a story of practical strangers-turned friends-turned lovers. spideypool (I do all the art myself btw, using references from the comic books.)

After the war with adam, Alastor is in desperate need for angel blood, angel blood cures demons who have been injured by an angelic weapon, but it comes with a price... a deal with lucifer? In this fic, Alastor is Demisexual and contains sexual content. If you do not like this, then do not read. Do not attack me in the comments please and thank you