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At some point, they just forgot to stop holding hands.

Loverboy Lance; Not the fastest, or the best fighter, or the smartest, or the strongest, or the princess, the seventh wheel... And all alone. With only his Lion, his gun, a sword and determination, Lance finds himself blasted across the universe, in the middle of nowhere, without communication, proper food, and half an idea in Hell what to do. Except he knows he needs to get back to the others. Because the team might live without him, but at the very least, they need Red. Voltron can't form without Red.

Something hot curls gently in the pit of Jimin’s stomach and he breaks away from that intense gaze to look down at his hands, his face warming, his mind whirring. What the fuck was that? an incredulous and horrifyingly sober little voice in his head demands. That, right there, in your stomach? I hope to God those weren’t lustful little fucking butterflies, Park Jimin, I swear to God. I know you get horny when you’re drunk, and all, but have some restraint...

“Charles,” Erik says, and if his voice hits a pleading note then who can really blame him, “Charles, it’s me.” It takes several longer moments before Charles musters up the strength to answer, breath stuttering horribly as he tries to breathe. He’s shaking, entire body trembling. “Erik,” Charles says, his voice cracking, “Erik, I want to die.”

Harley was short-circuiting a little. Luckily, Peter wasn’t. Peter shoved up his jacket sleeve and clicked a button on the side of his watch. Harley had a matching one. Harley never wore his because he was irresponsible and liked to laugh in the face of good decision-making. Peter, who had sense, wore his every day, and the button sent a panic alarm directly to Iron Man. Harley really needed to wear his watch more often. Peter met his eyes. “It’s okay,” he whispered so quiet Harley could barely hear him. “We’re gonna be fine.”

After an encounter with a mysterious villain, 6 heroes-in-training end up in your boring, quirkless world. You decide to help them out, even if you don't quite believe their story... But the arrival of more heroes and villains makes one thing undeniable- you'll never be satisfied by your world's monotony again. Please do not repost my work anywhere. (I haven’t posted in a while but it’s not dropped!! There’s a lot more to go, don’t worry!) Join the Discord!

In the large city of the Port, the police department is struggling to keep up with the large number of illegal happenings happening in broad daylight. The Karasuno Detective Unit has been tracking an Omega Trafficking Crime Syndicate for the past eight years but things are quickly spiralling out of their control – a rival gang always seems to get their first. And what are those weird calling cards they leave? Captain Sawamura Daichi wants nothing more than to see these criminals apprehended, but the plot he is uncovering is larger than he can handle. And that doesn't count the things that happen in the dark. Sugawara Kyoshi knows there are better ways to go about running a gang, but after successfully dominating every one of the East Side gangs, he knows it's time to rest on their laurels. Then an omega close to him gets kidnapped, and all of a sudden he's more worried about protecting those he's closest to and punishing everyone who hurt his friends. Which may just include destroying crime on the West Side and removing their longstanding rival in the Omega Trafficking Crime Syndicate.

Tim sometimes stops by at Jason's safe houses if they are closer than his. Normally, it is no big deal, but this time, he stumbles upon a massacre.

It's 8th year and Draco knows he's in for a world of hurt if he returns but he has to. He has to find a way to make it back and not just for himself but for everyone else he had dragged down with him. There's a child-werewolf epidemic and no one seems to care-- not even Potter. Someone has to do something, unfortunately, it's him. Harry had hoped 8th year would pass mindlessly, that a sense of normalcy would return to him but that's far from the case. Nothing is normal. He feels like he's woken up in an alternate reality and now his magic is being affected. *Entire work is being rewritten. Apologies to anyone who liked my previous load of shit but it's gone now. We're reworking baby*

又名：六次麥格納斯不敢主動肢體親密接觸，兩次他甚至沒有想過

In other news, a strange man has come into town today. He says his name is Phil. There’s something oddly familiar about him, and he appears to know his way around town with unnatural accuracy, but such things aren’t really worth noting seeing as they are perfectly normal. At least 1 in every 10 strange visitors are afflicted with a foreboding, powerful sense of belonging. In fact, this knowledge is so common and well-known I don’t see why I’m bothering to mention it. So, more on this story as it continues.

Lyanna Stark came to work in the house of Lord Dragonstone. He was a reclusive man people found much to whisper about. The rumor mill was alive and thriving - much to the despair of intelligent life forms - and quite simply fascinated by the man. But Lyanna had nothing against a man with secrets. After all, she had her own secrets. AU!

“You broke into my apartment,” Steve says dumbly, but in his defense, he just woke up to his apartment being robbed, with the robber waking him up on purpose.

Tony needs to hear Loki's voice. Needs to see him. Even in his head. Smutty crack!fic~

someone can't sleep in his own bed and someone can't keep his mouth shut. inspired by modern love affair by too close to touch (a song i strongly recommend.)

"No!" I flinched at his harsh tone, "No, I'm not going to sit here and wait for you to sort out your feelings. If you don't love me, just let me go…" He turned back to the bag he was packing and zipped it up. His side of the room was stark bare now. It looked lonely. I looked down, letting my hair hide my face. I didn't know what had gotten into my when I'd said all that. WARNING: MISUSE OF OVER-THE-COUNTER PILLS, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE/SUICIDEWARNING: NOT BETA READ