Pete wakes up feeling a little displaced in his own body.

Dragon adopts Mikey/Charlie has to take him back - Bonus for "Bus rules state all pets must be able to fit on the bunk with you in it. That won't fit in the bus!"

Atlantis was a neutral colony before it became a prison camp, split between the mainland facilities and the ocean bound city itself for the war criminals and those convicted of crimes against humanity.

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

FanNoWriMo! Harry has an unusual reaction to Basilisk venom...one that will shake the Wizarding World to its very core. AU MagicalCreatureHarry, ManipulativeDumbledore, preslash

What if the Durlseys got rid of Harry the day they got him and what if he were found by someone else who knew how to work magic.

The boys take a vacation

Bob is a dragon. Gerard is his treasure. 8400 words.

They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting different results. Lex had become resigned to this maxim, until a family emergency brought Clark and Conner to him for help, perhaps this time to stay.

Ryan finishes the book two years, five months, and fourteen days after Panic ends. It takes up twelve black notebooks; each one is five inches by eight-and-a-half inches, with one hundred and twenty blank pages, unlined.

While I’m alone and blue as can be/Dream a little dream of me. But what if the dream leads you to damnation? Is it worth it, all for a glimpse of the life you could've had?

Patrick gets kidnapped, and Pete stumbles on just the person to help get him back. Michael isn't sure how he got so lucky.

Rodney tells Santa what he wants for Christmas. Twenty years later, he finally gets it.

Pete Wentz has a big mouth.

Patrick rubbed his nose as he put down the guitar and snagged Pete's loose notes; he was safely hidden away in Joe's basement, forcing some words and music together. He had deliberately chosen to spend some time in Joe's house, instead of Pete's, because he couldn't bother with all the questions. Really, he just couldn't.

Patrick’s going to get over this crush if it kills him. Which, at the rate he’s going, it probably will.

“You…wrote up the story of us going to the diner for cheese fries last week?”

Pete and Patrick develop a telepathic connection, and it's no big deal.

Clark is sick, Lex is worried. He does some research and decides House is the best. He then flies his boyfriend out, offers the hospital ten million on House's acceptance, another twenty mil on Diagnosis, and a further 40 mil on a cure.

Inspired by the "Desolation Row" video. Basically my first thought (once I was able to THINK again, that is) after watching it was...'there needs to be fic where Bob is in handcuffs and blows the other four guys in turn.' So then I told everybody (because I *am* that stupid) that I was gonna write it blah blah so I would have no choice BUT to write it. That's the only way I get things done, it seems.

The band already has two guitarists.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature. –ernest hemingway

Crossdressing/dressing room porn. Written for Porn Battle VII, using the prompts Pete/Patrick, tour, tight jeans, & early days. I am apparently incapable of writing anything short. There's going to be more of this at some point because it grew a plot while I was writing it.

"You bought a love potion." Brendon's voice piped up out of nowhere, and Spencer would've rolled his eyes had he not been so unbelievably turned on.

They’re in the cabin having lunch when Ryan stands up one day and announces vaguely, “I feel a little…” Sequel to Oistros

Not that there is a Sunset Avenue in Belleville, but if there were...

Jon and Spencer own a flower shop in a small town, and when the town’s pastor dies, Brendon comes to live with them and take over the job. Summerville’s full of people in love, and Brendon’s not immune to the town’s charms himself – when they’re in the form of a certain Sunday school teacher.

This is the slavefic. Boys in cages. AU. EPIC hurt/comfort (~200,000 words.) You have been warned. As [info]seimasin put it: this story definitely cannot be summed up in 100 words or less. Unless those words are "slaves! and shooting! and running! and angsting! and kissing! and more angsting! and a bunch of kids named Alex! did we mention the angst?

He should be happy. He was a light sider, which meant an automatic position in the government and control over the grayscales and dark siders of the city. Still, somedays Ryan wished things could go back to normal. Whatever normal meant in the world he lived in.

Patrick, the musical prodigy and sheltered student. Joe, the ex-student, pissed off and exultant. Pete, the privileged rebel, the visionary. Andy, the maquis. Together, somehow, they become a band.

Pete probably shouldn't have told the world that Patrick Stump had no game, and he *definitely* shouldn't have told Panic at the Disco. When he overhears Patrick doing damage control by the most efficient and evil method, his brain veers straight into the gutter. In typical Pete fashion, he is totally unable to conceal his... distraction from Patrick, and as a result, ends up doing a lot of flailing, panting, and beelining towards his room. Because Patrick Stump is an evil mastermind, and he knows exactly how to make Pete admit the error of his ways.

"So I've been having these weird dreams," Spencer says casually, because it's increasingly obvious that nobody else is going to speak up.

Strangely, this is just how it all starts.

After a meeting of the minds in a bar in Colorado Springs, John and Rodney embark on some family visits. Driving, drinking and other fun activities ensue.

“What does he think we are, Fine Arts majors?” Rodney demanded.