boundaries

Hermione Granger didn't really expect to live through the war, or at least she hadn't planned for what would come after. Now that it was over, she had to figure out how to move on and what to do next. She decided to focus on a number of personal projects. Getting her NEWTs. Becoming an Animagus. Figuring out who she really was by doing whatever she wanted. As part of her progress towards that last part, she let herself get distracted by Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, and ended up doing a lot of things she'd never done before.

Charlie Morningstar, ever the ray of sunshine, asks Alastor to find out what's going on with Lucifer. Alastor takes to the task with gusto. Lucifer hates every second of it.

After destroying the hotel for the umpteenth time, Alastor makes a promise with Lucifer: in exchange for swapping compliments, learning to coexist, and becoming kind of friends, Lucifer will owe him a favour. (Falling in love was not supposed to be a part of that deal.) — in which they fight heaven, each other, and the urge to be together.

Izuku has always been passionate about heroes. He writes extensive analysis about them, and has a world-class collection of memorabilia. It matters to him. He thought Ochako, his wife of two months and partner of five years, understood that. He thought all of his friends understood that. He was wrong. - or - After just two months of marital bliss, Ochako makes a decision—to break Izuku's trust in pursuit of her picture perfect life. Now, they're all in for a horrible ride.

NOW WITH ART! Solace:1. comfort in grief : alleviation of grief or anxiety2. a source of relief or consolation Love him enough, teach him enough, make him strong enough, and maybe it will be enough. That was Severus’ mantra, now.Love him, teach him, strengthen him, save him.Over and over again, in his mind. Like wish, or a prayer.Love him. Teach him. Strengthen him. Save him. Over and over and over. It was the loudest at night, when Harry was asleep beside him. Intrusive, sometimes. Keeping him awake. SAVE HIM.

ok google, how do you explain to your alien symbiote bodyfucker that you need three fucking seconds alone to jack off? or eddie figures out that he needs a lot less privacy than he expected.

The first time he met the Theerapanyakun family, Porsche had been chucked in at the deep end. This time he knew the sharks he swam with, he wouldn’t let them see him bleed. After being shot in the head, Porsche found himself waking up a week before his and Kinn’s showdown in the back alley. With more information on the family he would choose to protect and the man he fell in love with, things maybe easier this time around. (Knowing his luck, probably not.)

Athena Grant gets a call from the hospital on her day off, claiming that she needs to come in to discuss options for Buck, as his emergency contact. A lot of information is reveled, and she finally understands what the boy she's come to see as her own has been through. Or: Buck throws another clot, calls the 118 & Maddie out on their shit, lets Athena hold him as he cries, and then finally talks to Eddie.

'I went in for you.' Marc was quiet when he said this, and Steven knew he surely had to have misheard him. “What?” 'I kept the switch and went to your shift for you. It went fine, Donna only yelled at us twice, but it went just as normal.' ** A look into Marc and Steven's relationship progression; from sharing a body to sharing a bed.

The little death A euphemism for orgasming that Wednesday Addams doesn't understand. It's hard to understand something you've never experienced. Her interest in the sexual is peeked however when she finds out about BDSM. She quickly learns that maybe a little pain is all that's been missing from her non-existent sex life. But to fully explore this new sexual side of her she's going to need a partner and there's nobody she trusts more than her roommate and best friend of over two years, Enid Sinclair. Can their friendship survive the trials of sexual exploration or will it die a little death and become something more?

Tommy was fairly certain bedrock was unbreakable, and even if it wasn't, there definitely wouldn't be a vast, unending void underneath that is actually a portal to a perfect world. Grian was fairly certain things were only supposed to go in the Boatem Hole, not come out, and even if something did, it would be diamonds or a reward for their sacrifices or something that wasn't a random teenage boy. To be fair, neither of them had put too much thought into it before. Maybe that excuses the reaction they had when their expectations were exceeded. [hermit!tommy au]

When traffic hits with a full bladder, Dean and Cas realize their dirty secret...

She was never good at theory, she always lacked the ability to coherently explain it. but that didn't mean she didn't understand it, after all in her past life her favorite activity, other than video-games of course, was to make things, specifically things that worked. And since she no longer needed to worry about the doom flags, she decided to do SCIENCE. First experiment on the list: electricity, this world has magnets and copper.

"Go home, Choi San. You’ve strayed too far." "I think I strayed just far enough," he said with a piercing look in his eyes like he had found diamonds amongst copper. "But if you wish for me to leave, then I will go." He watched as the wolf stood, brushing off his pants before looking over his face again. "I will return tomorrow night," he informed. "Don't," Wooyoung hissed, baring his fangs. "You don’t belong here." "I am afraid I have to disagree," he hummed, a smirk teasing his lips upward. "I belong wherever you are, Wooyoung." ///or/// Choi San is the alpha of his wolf pack who desires nothing more than their safety and prosperity, and Wooyoung is a fox omega who desires more than the ways of his ancestors. What will happen when San imprints on the last omega he could ever expect to?

Angel felt himself float, infatuated with the hope that Husk felt something, anything for him, and would continue to grant him this comfort. Angel just wanted it to last. And it did. Husk let him drape his arm around his shoulder and pull him into a flirty side hug. And outside on the streets or relaxing in the front lobby, Angel found that Husk’s wings began to fall over him impulsively, keeping him close and keeping the cruelness of hell away from the both of them. It was more often than most Husk and Angel would be the last to go to sleep, mostly because Angel got back so late–yet Husk was always waiting for him when he got home. On those nights where Angel was too tired to walk up the stairs just yet, Husk would sit him down at the couches and hand him a cold glass of whiskey. They’d talk until Angel’s voice was low and tired, and real. Or; Angel and Husk's love language is touch. They seriously can't keep their hands to themselves and this begins to cross some boundaries, begging the question: what were they? Could two shitty addicts perhaps be good for each other? Or or; Pure huskerdust fluff!!!!

Asriel has an idea. For once, Chara is not game for it. Something has to give here.

Fighting a fever and trying to work a murder case, Danny's day just gets better after having a hostile run-in with the victim's son. Kicked off the case, suspended, Danny never thought he have to see Steve again -- so why is the SEAL so insistent in not going away?

It's OK, Max says, I'm a witch.