[FINISHED] There's nothing more fun than making Derek Hale uncomfortable. Just ask Stiles, a bartender at the strip club The Onyx. Though coarse and grim to everyone else, something about Stiles just makes Derek squirm. Meanwhile, a series of murders have occurred throughout Beacon Hills. All the victims are somehow connected to wolves, sparking the interest of the Beacon Hills pack. There's no definitive murder weapon, and Derek doesn't know what to make of it. But when things heat up between Stiles and Derek, will a hidden identity and a dangerous past ruin everything? Please keep in mind that this is an AU, and does not follow the show. In this particular story, Stiles has never met Derek and the whole Kanima drama never happened. Show: Teen Wolf Pairing: Sterek (Stiles/Derek) Rating: PG-13

Stiles blinks. "Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh ...library card?" he asks. He's never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand. (A Potterverse AU in New York City)

// Klance >> This is my first official fic and it's really bad. After being dared to fool around with Takashi Shirogane's little brother, Keith Kogane, Lance quickly learns that he has bitten off quite possibly more than he can chew. In the end, will he allow himself to fall in love or will he break the heart of someone who learned to trust him most? !! mentions of abuse + other things, please read with caution if you're easily triggered !!

Keith wishes for a lot of things and Lance IS NOT one of them. klace (keith x lance) boy x boy cover art by pitypagn from twitter

He's carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that's Derek Hale, he's definitely not a mountain man.

Just your regular ol' DDADDS Lucien x Ernest fic.

Dan Howell is the Panther. He's evil, nefarious, ingenious, and good at coming up with adjectives for himself. The Raven is a nuisance, but he's definitely the most fun part when it comes to being a villain. As a child, Dan had been scared of his powers. He'd been weak. He'd become strong, though. Strong enough to torment the city; strong enough to annoy the Raven with every opportunity he got. Phil Lester only had one goal these days. To become strong enough to defeat the Panther. [new cover art by kittycatriona on tumblr!]

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

When you forget everything, what are you supposed to do?

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.