written for the 2011 Female Character Trope Fest. Prompt: "undercover in a lesbian bar."

Eliot watches, fascinated, as Hardison brings the joint to his lips and inhales, making the lit end burn bright and cherry-red for several long seconds.

While he's waiting for the men with the guns to decide what to do with him, Alec thinks about what he'll do if he gets home.

Alec wants something, but he's not sure what it is. Eliot figures it out.

They don't meet again until after they're both superheroes.

"Oh god," Pepper says. "Are you kidding me?"

"It's a perfectly valid erotic identity, Shawn!"

"I'm sure," Mia confirmed, then bit her lip. "I'm still me, Brian. Just with a few extra modifications."

AU from 1x04, "Magic Bullet." "Why the hell did you do that?" Derek demanded. "Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn't want anything to do with helping me." "Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I've grown a lot as a person since then," Stiles said.

She was like Parker. Only deadlier. And even more broken.

"Nate sent me to my room again, remember?" Eliot replied dryly.

Trying to figure it all out had been a pain in Eliot's occasionally scaly ass.

"Can I? Can I? Who do you think you're talking to?"

Harry makes a different choice in King's Cross and is given the double-edged gift of a second chance.

"We're brothers, not bookends," Eliot growled as he sank into a chair opposite Lindsey, avoiding his teammates' eyes. Black knight, white knight; maybe both designations were too simplistic, after all....

She'd left everything to a mysterious Longbottom great-great-uncle by the name of William with a birthdate somewhere in the ballpark of Dumbledore's.

The original con artist stops by for a consultation at Bridgeport Brewpub.

Archimedes said, "Give me a place to stand and with a lever I will move the whole world." That's nothing on what Nick Fury can do with a little ... leverage.

Snippets from lives that Willow's activation spell (could have) irrevocably changed. Drabble collection.

The world had a strange layered look to it, a mirage of desert sands mixing with black storm clouds boiling over a sprawling metropolitan seaport. It also, and this was what had screamed at Sora's heart so that he'd nearly blown out the Gummi ship's rockets racing here, was starting to crack at the seams.

Florian told Karal to look for him among the Herald-Trainees, so Karal did. Well. Altra did.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and takes a picture of the pathetic level of coffee. You're so mean. Is the caption Clint sends along with it.

Tony vs the tabloids is an ongoing battle. These headlines might be the winning shot.

Roy is losing track of his dates, and Edward's travels are what grounds him.

Life was simple in his ledger until....

Derek goes into heat. Stiles gives him what he needs.

The night takes an unexpected turn when Stiles summons Derek to the greenhouse.

The school year is almost over, and with it Beth's time as alpha of the team pack. As if that weren't enough to deal with, Amanda's back, and she's acting weird. Beth can’t fix everything, but she can damn well try.

“BRO!” Bitty glances up from the kitchen - that’s a new voice - just in time to see Shitty fling himself across the room at a tall brunette girl. “Hils! Fucking shit, man, so great to see you! You didn’t say you were coming!” OR: The one in which Hilary Knight is Shitty's big sister.

Parker doesn't understand why it has to be more complicated than: "I want to be with you, I just don't want to sleep with you." It's everyone else who has the problem. (Parker as a biromantic asexual.)

Gwen Stacy falls, and survives at the cost of another life. The world mourns Spider Man and Gwen mourns Peter Parker, whose existence seems to have faded into the background. But the world needed Spider Man, and few people needed Peter. In order to do what was needed, to be who the world needed, she must first become hope in his stead. The night after his funeral, she gets to work on her own suit.

"Things the men of the Howling Commandos are no longer allowed to do in the SSR."

"In which Darcy gets Steve's number and proceeds to drag him into the modern world via text messaging and their friends start to ship it."

Left to his own devices, Jack wouldn’t ever choose texting as a form of communication.

A tale of how Stefen's best friend went from “Stef, stop dating men that are way too old for you!” to “Let me matchmake you with my uncle, he is just your type.”

A chirp (and not even a very good one) leads to coming out to his teammates.

If Eric Bittle had to talk about his time as an out, gay hockey player at Samwell University, he would be hard pressed to find any sob stories. He should have known it wouldn’t last forever.

Five times Jack Zimmermann came out of the closet.

"Chowder, my son: we’re gonna get you hammered, you fuckin’ beaut.” “I don't know if that's the best idea," Eric says dubiously, looking at the back of Chowder’s dejected head. “Bits, it’s Haus tradition!” Shitty exclaims, warming to his subject. He’s probably about five seconds from striking a Captain Morgan pose with his foot on a chair. “It’s got to be done!” “Okay,” Chowder says, unexpectedly. He bolts upright. There is a gigantic red mark on his forehead from the table. “Yeah, okay! Let’s get hammered!!”

Five times Shitty Knight really, truly loved Lardo.

It was MJ who said that she runs a nightclub that Gwen’s never been to.

Cullen is afraid of what he's willing to do for the inquisitor and what he stands to lose.

It's not until they're in freefall that it hits her. Caine Wise has no daemon. (A HDM Daemon AU where wings are made of dust, wolves make their own packs, and some pains fade with time).

Cole grows increasingly confused by gender and seeks out advice.

The temporary fall and subsequent Maker be damned rise of Dorian Pavus.

A Doribull Story! "...and as you gripped my horns, I. Would. Conquer. You.” The Bull's words to him on the road that afternoon had wormed their way into Dorian's mind, and try as he might he can't seem to rid himself of them... - My exploration of how the in-game relationship between Dorian Pavus and The Iron Bull might have come to be, based on in-game banter and the conversions you can have with both characters. This story is very much a case of 'sex first, feelings after'.

Krem is a fugitive. And he gets caught. And things get ugly. And then they get kind of miraculous. Bull is a Qunari spy and actually, all he wanted was alcohol. Then things get ugly. People die. But not the kid. He´s keeping that kid

Cullen can't get it up and it turns out the Inquisitor doesn't want that anyway. Funny how these things work out.

She would definitely, definitely have to tell her family soon. They were being as non-obtrusive as a family of Russians could be about her mystery boyfriend. They knew her troubles in the past with men, how badly those relationships went, and she was thinking that none of them wanted to be the one to mess this one up by prodding.

Caine expected the sex and to do what he's told and to like it. He didn't expect to be taken care of and cuddled and thanked afterwards too.