"You're doing this on purpose" he stated angrily. "That would solely depend on what 'this' is" he growled again and she smiled. She was liking this. She stood, and realised she had been wrong. She frowned, he was taller than her and she didn't like that. "You're tedious" "Thank you" she had no idea what tedious meant. "I didn't mean it as a complement" "I don't care"

A thought, a decision, an act. That is what it all started with and that is what it will end with, but as two men are forced across the desolate planes with mission in mind the ironic philosophy of the situation passes them by. Eyes are set on safety and perhaps each others hearts. This is the magic of vodka and dim sims

Castiel tells a story from his childhood.

The issue is that Castiel didn't just magically become disobedient. Apparently he'd been that way for a while, as the boys are sure to learn when they get stuck with a widely hunted three year old cherub who keeps demanding to see the devil and to be given hamburgers.

The mystery is, how the hell did Loki, god of lies, mischief and mayhem turn magically into a five year old kid who keeps asking for his papa and has a weird yet emdearing attachment to the hulk. The problem is nobody has any idea.

The brunette and the black haired man met together and play their sorrow filled melodies. The villains and the victims unable to recognised. What of these broken men and their broken romances?

Two men sat in the shallows, fully clothed with their eyes half open, strangely content. They stared out onto the horizon, the warm water lapping only slightly. Their breathing was slow and ponderous, like they were searching for something new to think about. These were men with battle scars.

A body was not what he intended to get out of his day, but now he is one of the most valuable people in the whole wide world and it sucks. Another man, another person thrown into a whole new world took him in. He was forced into new frightening sensations all the while being in a war zone. The truth is people kind of suck.

Quick, gentle fingers slide pins through fabric, the brothers of said pins trapped between half open lips. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his jacket thrown over a chair. His young assistant went home hours ago holding the arm of his love like a doll. Rivialle makes suits, Erwin plays by the rules. Both of them don't know how to deal with their own emotions.

Just a little sad story of a fatherly Levi, and his ability to surprise. Please take the time to read this, it means a lot to me. Thank you.

They met by accident, neither of them looking for companionship. One of them hopelessly lost, the other sent for beer, but easily distracted. Armed with only a cat and a scowl Loki watched the snow, then a man too hopelessly jovial for his own good sat down next to him. A friendship founded from concern and a lack of notice. Maybe friendship, maybe a little more than that. Thorki

Being lost was never meant to be a turning point for either of them. It was just meant to be an unfortunate turn of events that they would eventually get themselves out of. Strangers thrown together by some harsh turn of luck, an idea forced upon them until submission. And thus the long walk begins, both of them trying not to love and trying not to die. In that order.

Ever wonder how Iceland came into the care of the Nordics? This is the story, includes fluffiness and smiles and an adorable kid. Be prepared for how the Nordics tried to raise a kid.

The weird day England was a kid and France was the saviour and Alfred got to play big brother for once.

Normally, when a stranger gets into your car thinking that who you are is not you and actually someone else, you politely let them know and they excuse themselves. Neither Emil nor Leon were very "normal". Leon was a straight faced delinquent and Emil had been described as antisocial since birth. Needless to say "strange" had always been a perfect description.

Somethings are not meant to happen. Things like mansions in the middle of nowhere and riches beyond the imagination in the hands of fools are just not meant to be. But that isn't the point, this story is about the man. The man who saved him and asked for nothing in return. This is what happened when Roderich met the man who gambled with the gods.

"Why have we stopped? Did we break down?" Draco looks over at him with a sneer, lip curled in anticipation of the words he's about to spit. Only he doesn't spit them, because he's tired and, surprisingly, Potter is actually pretty far down on the list of things he hates right now, sitting snugly right below the tiny, spiky and stupid lizards on their indifferent rocks.

5:14pm NumberUnknown: if you came home with super expensive ice cream, I would love you forever 5:20pm Hermione: excuse me? 5:23pm NumberUnknown: come on, I'm begging you here. I set my boss on fire, I'm needing some comfort food. 5:25pm Hermione: who is this?

He had based half of his life of Draco Malfoy being evil, malicious and crude. He had spent so much time thinking of ways to get him back, to taunt him and be taunted in return. And he had wanted so desperately for life to go back to being the way it had been before. And Draco had been a part of that, whether he liked it or not.

It was perhaps luck that Aziraphale fell where he did, but with the turn of events that followed it was severely doubtful. When the brothers are forced to deal with the jailbroken archangel of humanity an interesting turn of events unfold leading to a mislaying of names and a lot of consulting with the books.