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Asgard receives an unexpected guest from the Shi'ar galaxy: A merchant from Sparta has come to trade. (But appearances are more than what they initially seem.)

There were nights where nightmares dogged James Buchanan Barnes' dreams and, no matter how hard he otherwise tried, sleep would not come after awakening, sweat-soaked and heart racing frantically within the confines of the ex-assassin's chest. Those were the nights when James eventually gave up, realizing that sleep was something that was beyond him, and instead headed up to the Compound's rooftop to watch the trails meander their way across the sky until dawn's first touch blushed at the horizon. ++ Unlike previous nights, James is joined by an unexpected visitor.

Some souls were lucky enough to have an almost identical match--paralleled and entwined so closely with one another that they may as well have been birthed from the same source. Loki was lucky enough to be such a soul, and his twin was found in none other than Anthony Edward Stark.

Stephen is running late to a gala that he's required to attend. With an electric razor that died while he was in attendance at Kamar-Taj, his options for grooming tools are few and far between. Thankfully, Tony has a suggestion that solves Stephen's current dilemma. --even though it puts a knife to his throat.

One does not simply act calm when a creature taller than you...who has killed who knows how many people....comes to you....and just well.....takes you back to his place....for no reason made to you....why he would take you....but well here ash is....what a guy to do...when a dictator kidnaps him.....and wants to wed him?!

It's morning and time to get up to start the day. (aka: the requested Sterek domestic fluff ficlet ;D)

Sherlock never meant to have feelings, but sometimes - like many other things - they're unavoidable. Word Count: 7,289

A series of interconnected stories set in a post-Deathly Hallows Hogwarts/Teen Wolf AU. The endgame pairing will be Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski.

ash Ketchum was a normal boy...well as normal as someone who saves the world constantly.... then one day this cloaked thing swooped in and grabbed him~! apparently, humans pissed Mewtwo off....because he was kidnapping ash....turns out though it's because...well....he um.....kinda ya know has the notion to take over the world AGAIN~! why does Mewtwo have ash...because well uh....he's gonna turn ash into something...Ash Ketchum....your fucked......( ash said) " explain this again?" ash said " well uh....I'm lonely...." Mewtwo said " so you kidnapped me....are trying to change my body's chemistry because your a lonely...." ash said yes... God Dam it mewtwo~!

The orderlies always fed him and Peter twice a day, every day. So far, Stiles and Peter had eaten sixty-seven meals. That meant thirty-three and a half days-to the whiskey-eyed teen's knowledge, unless days had somehow been lost-they had been trapped here: no visitors, no doctors to see them, no signs or indications that the pack intended on rescuing Stiles and his current roommate. Just white walls to surround them both, the steady, constant heat of Peter curled against his back, and the vicious, knowing eyes of each of the orderlies as they dropped off the bidaily meals. The miasma that bled and leeched into every inch of Eichen House pressed down upon the teen and, as each day passed, Stiles found that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

A Slashfiction about Pete and Patrick by me

This is a story about a musician and a bartender who fell in love. Now this is not your ordinary boy and girl romance. It is actually a gay love story. Two teenage boys that never met are locals from San Dimas. Meet Bill S Preston Esquire, a teenage dude with blonde curly hair who is in a band and plays guitar and Ted Theodore Logan, a clumsy dude by day but a most excellent bartender by night as they will come face to face but feel something that they have never felt before. Could it be friendship or possibly a romance getaway?

(GHOST B.c) Emeritus III debe casarse para continuar la linea de sangre. Copia no acepta esto.

Stiles has always been pragmatic and paranoid to Scott's friendly openness, and--to his frustration--suspicions about the newest arrivals to Beacon Hills go ignored and overlooked. That's fine, though. He's always been a fan of the saying 'If you want something done right, do it yourself.'