Death isn't peaceful. There's no calmly whispered last words or "peaceful passings" in the real world. The real world is dirty and gritty. Life is messy and fast-paced. Death is even more so. There is no such thing as an "honorable" death. Death is loud and painful and messy and desperate. (Not a deathfic; rated for blood/injury; all turtles, largely Leo-centric; art by Sneefee)

And it will disappear. . . When people started disappearing around a house slated for demolition, the guys decide to check it out. Despite their insistence that ghosts aren't real, strange things start to happen as they begin to explore. Something's in that house. But what does it want? And will the brothers ever make it out again? Come, step right in, it's sure to be a scream.

[Prompt 20 of Stealthy Stories 100 Prompt Challenge. Art by Sneefee.] Rated for blood; one-shot. Rooftop conversation between brothers. 'He held his bleeding idiot of a big brother in his arms as he waited for help. "What'd you do that for, Leo?" "Because, Mikey," Leonardo explained calmly as Raphael and Donatello come into view; rescue arriving at last. "We are brothers."'

[For prompt 072 - Fixed for the Stealthy Stories 100 prompt challenge. One-shot] After the fifth time in one week that the toaster, broken in one way or another, found its way into Donnie's lab, the guys came into the kitchen to find this note taped to the silvery exterior.

I did what I had to do. What I will always do. There will never be any choice. You are my first priority. My first choice. Always. With my last breath, I will protect you. Always. [Dialog fic/Dean introspection; one-shot; no slash or other undesirables; just a rather angsty conversation between Sam and Dean; early seasons; enjoy]

Hidden away in his bedroom is a small blue-backed notebook adorned in elegant handwriting. Inside, Leo writes his heart away. His deepest feelings and most hidden thoughts, put down in poetic form. These are those poems. [I do not own TMNT, but these poems remain as my artistic property (copyrights, people!); PM me if you want permission to use any; updated sporadically; enjoy!]

'You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please, don't take my sunshine away.' Ignoring the battle still waging behind him, Leo focused his full attention on detecting a hint of green or flash of orange in the roiling waters below. "Mikey!" [short, angsty one-shot; I'm in a mood; art by Sneefee]

"Dean Winchester? This is Neal Caffrey. I don't know if you remember me, we met a couple of years back in a bar in Spring, Texas. I gave you a few pointers on how to properly forge a credible FBI badge and you gave me your number, telling me to call if anything weird ever happened. Well, I think I finally found your definition of 'weird'." [SPN season 1; WC pre-series; gen; whump]

Someone is hunting down ex-convicts with no regard to the severity of their crimes. From murder to petty theft, all brutally tortured and killed on a live webshow. FBI Violent Crimes has been trying to stop it without luck. But when sights are set on Neal Caffrey, can Peter and his team save the young con before it's too late or be forced to watch as he dies with no way to stop it?

When Wes is late for work, Travis assumes he's getting back at him for their argument the day before. Two and a half hours later and still no Wes, Travis gets a phone call. Now he must find a way to save his partner from a lunatic who is far too eager to spill the lawyer-turned-cop's blood. Will he find him in time or be too late? [Wes whump; no slash; rated for (implied) torture]

Phobophobia – the fear of fear [A collection of short, fear related stand-alones; whump, angst, h/c, fluff, friendship, humor, no slash] Scopophobia, Pyrophobia, Murophobia, Heliophobia, Metamfiezomaiophobia, Soteriophobia, Taphephobia, Carnophobia, Philophobia,

Rest little Robin, you're ever so sleepy, Life has made you so worn and weary, All the struggle and pain you've seen this time. I'll sing you to sleep with my little rhyme.

When the WSC sanctions a hit on one Anthony E. Stark, the Avengers don't just lie down and let it happen. Loyalties are questioned, old enemies resurface, and friendships are tested in ways they never dreamed. Through it all, one question remains: when it all comes down to it, where do your loyalties lie?[no slash;T for violence; whump expected; Tony centric, team fic, but no Thor]

Why are you hiding from me tonight, Moon? Why do the clouds cover your glowing face? [short poem, possibly from Jack's point of view, gen]

[Prompt 74 of Stealthy Stories 100 Prompts Challenge. Rated T solely for my own paranoia; one-shot] Leo's eyes go dark after he saves one of his brothers. He has always been good at working in the dark, but this is pushing it. Will Leo ever see again? "What do you see?" "Darkness," is my reply as I glance around at nothing. "Nothing but black darkness."

[Prompt 8 of Stealthy Stories 100 Prompts Challenge. Art by Sneefee] One-shot. Raphael, first person point of view. 'It's been five weeks since I last saw my big brother.' After weeks of searching, Raphael finally finds his big brother, held captive by the enemy. 'Oh Fearless, what did they do ta ya'

Kid Flash turns to his best friend and asks in a quiet voice, "We aren't getting out of this, are we?" "I'm sorry, KF. . . but I have something I want to tell you." Reaching up, he quickly peels away the mask from his face, revealing his baby blue eyes. "Wally West, my name is Dick Grayson. It's nice to meet you." [gen; no slash; friendship; bromance; one-shot; Failsafe minor AU]

There are times when Kevin thinks back on how his life used to be, before he joined the side of heroes and angels. A side filled with pain and caring and the choice between handing over a device that could kill tons of people, or the life of the person that has somehow become his best friend. [No slash; Kevin/Ben friendship; Kevin introspection; one-shot; no actual angels, come on]

The story of Atlas came to mind as April silently listened to Leo's attempts at explaining, carrying around the weight of the world on his shoulders. (One-shot; 2k12-verse; brother and sister relationship, no romance) Sometimes the burden can feel too heavy. What can you do to keep from being crushed by its weight?

Batman is a bit of a mystery to people, but sometimes it is nice just to be understood. "Batman isn't the mask; Bruce Wayne is. The sooner you understand that, the better." Wally understands this time, even though Diana and Clark don't. (Gen, no slash, one-shot) small Batman and Flash friendship development