Dear Diary, it appears I am starting to have numerous confusing feelings about my friend Kevin Barr...oh dear. (KevEdd, Nat belongs to c2ndy2c1d) (cover art by Justin Rhysati)

Kevedd, so hope you like! comment and vote ...and it might be a little inappropriate so I suggest if you don't like gay, or smuts then please DO NOT READ.

Winter falls on Camelot. It falls to Merlin to keep Arthur company as the search for Morgana becomes increasingly desperate. 6000 words, Merlin/Arthur. Set in the break between series 2 & 3. I had to make a judgement call on whether we’re dealing with Yule or Christmas in this Merlin verse. I went with Yule (there was reasoning, but I won’t bore you with it). Chapter beginnings taken from Doubt Comes In, by Anais Mitchell, from my favourite album this year Hadestown (it’s a folk opera about Orpheus and Eurydice - so that’s the very definition of not for everyone but its weird and creepy and awesome)

(i hope you'll give this a shot despite the cheesy title) Dedicated to my friend Vanya, whom I started this fanfic for ^^ Wade doesn't think he can be saved. Ever since his face got fucked up, he didn't see much beauty left in him. That was until Peter came around, with a determined goal; to be the hero everyone already thought he was. DISCLAIMER: obviously I don't own the characters, that goes to Marvel. COVER ART CREDITS TO HamletMachine ON DEVIANTART (thanks to @dreamychara for letting me know!) https://www.deviantart.com/hamletmachine

It was the little things that got to Jonas... Little things like what Dean said to him in passing last week.

Sansa ran her fingers down the length of her nicest silk dress; Septa Mordane had said the blue complimented her Tully hair. She sighed and hoped the woman was right, Sansa wanted to impress her betrothed after all. ~-~-~-~ Joffrey screamed loud with rage. His voice cracked and seemed to whistle as he lunged for Arya. Sansa stood trembling and uncertain and afraid, crying out for it all to stop. She knew it would not. Her prince--her handsome, gallant prince-- was charging her foolish sister, glazed eyes alight with murderous intent. Sansa felt her heart stutter in her chest and gasped. All she could see in that moment was the red of blood and gleaming steel as it caught the sun. She sobbed again, but she was relieved.