Being an adult is hard, it is hard and no one understands. Particularly when your only child starts polyamorously dating aliens.

In an alternate universe where the kids came from a world with daemons, what's different? And what's the same?

In a discarded reality, a clown once made a promise to a poet. But trapped in the Veil with a vicious subjugglator, his life rewritten and his team falling apart, can Karkat Vantas find his way along a path marked by dreams he can never remember?

The first month after he wakes up on the meteor, WV spends most of his time alone.

It was so much easier to be celibate when you were dead.

When the Becket brothers were chosen out of nearly 200 other candidates, Yancy wasn't surprised in the least. You didn't need a genius level IQ or a football scholarship to pilot a jaeger. All you needed was a good partner. And Raleigh was the best.

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

Yukina put her fork down and said, "I need a job."

Cole likes the tavern.

Three families Krem has had.

Cole grows increasingly confused by gender and seeks out advice.

A frog, a sorcerer, a sword, a porch, and a conversation in the dark.

"You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

Written for the Dragon Age: Inquisition kink meme. A desire demon tries to tempt Dorian disguised as Cullen, and awkward conversations are had.

For the kink meme prompt: "Josephine who is secretly a mage, and is just really really good at hiding it."

What does a ghost care if you're mad? They've got eternity to make you count your sins.

If Cole met Anders.

Sakura at work, because damn it, medic-nin should be scary to fight.

30 young sand sibling drabbles, wherein Temari is (sometimes) a lady, Kankurou doesn't play nice with the other kids, and Gaara is perhaps a little socially inept.

I didn't realise that it was the Silver Queen's heart you were trying to get inside.

Oberyn Martell, father of daughters.

someone said "touch-starved Finn" and the next thing I know I'm writing a tragic backstory and sickeningly cute OT3 cuddles - “Pick yourself up, FN-2187,” they’d tell him. And then they’d hit him again.

Prompt fill for - Cellular - Ryan - Unknown Number

plotless pointless, not quite full blown first time smut, Renly centric character bit

If Bro had smiled, even once...

Sanji is carefully placing a cherry on top of the ice cream, his hands nimble, soft, almost—gentle. But all Zoro sees is the way the hems of his pants are still soaked in blood from an earlier skirmish with a marine ship, red seeping into the cracks on the floorboard, spattering across the kitchen floor in a slow drip, drip, drip. Zoro stares, fascinated. He can’t bring himself to look away. (Or, Zoro and Sanji—terrible monsters, in love)

The separate steps along divergent paths don’t change the fact that the destination remains the same.

For Jillian, looking directly at Erin felt like staring into the sun, something that had left her with a pretty heavy prescription for color corrective lenses as a kid. It was dangerous, and it hurt, but it was just so beautiful it made everything worth it.

They'd evaded the draconian nurses and night watchmen; Operation Eggplant (so codenamed just to annoy the brat) was a go.

You know how this is going to go.

Dr Kureha pounded some more monkshood beneath the pestle. "The name of a rabbit disease that infects humans. Causes ulcerations-"

Sanji laughed, a short, raspy bark of amusement. "Come on, geezer, you know guys like me and the marimo-head don't see a ripe old age. We live well, grab our dreams, hold tight and die hard at the age of thirty-five. Forty if we're lucky."

Zoro and his sensei (I don't know if we ever learn the man's name...). Kuina's father and his apparent non-reaction to his daugther's death intrigued me. And since I read too much 'Lone Wolf and Cub', 'Vagabond' etc., this drabble happened.

Like the previous drabble, it's situated two weeks after a defining event in one of the crew's life.

Hundreds of years from now, historians will never know what her captain was thinking, when he brought Enies Lobby to its knees with a declaration of war, when he attacked a Celestial Dragon on an island in an archipelago, and she won't be there to explain, "it was for a friend, you see?" (In which Nami comes to understand that the world will never understand Luffy.)

Patience, Sakura decides, is for people who aren't holding lives in the space between their mind and their fingers.

His sister had helped him dye his hair before he started the academy, early enough that the scent wouldn’t register with any Inuzuka students. His mother had gone to the store and let him pick out what shade of nondescript brown he wanted. He’d chosen a brown almost identical to the great Fire Beeches that towered over their home, he’d love how tall and sturdy they were. How dependable those trees were.

In which Yamamoto wanders through life smiling, joking, and terrifying bystanders. It strikes him as weird that he’s had to struggle not to kill people, that it’s been such a challenge. He’s pretty sure that for most people, not being a murderer is way easier than being one.

Tsuna considers the various ways in which he relates to his Guardians.

Hibari's taxonomy of the carnivorous fauna of the mafia.

There are some things that Hibari knows for sure.

You get one shot. You'd better make it count.

Gokudera prefers it when Yamamoto isn't serious.

Yamamoto reflects on the meaning of being a born killer.

When you have access to the future, you'd be a fool not to use it when it comes to matters of great importance. And within the mafia, nothing is more important than Inheritance. Or, Lambo discovers there's a reason the Bovino shouldn't read the Epilogue first.

Hibari is starting to doubt that his carefully ordered world will ever recover from Sawada Tsunayoshi.

It should be easy to judge a man by the shape of his soul, but Strawhat Luffy spits in the face of logic and predictability.

Roy growing up with Madame Christmas means he grew up in a brothel. Explains a lot.

Everyone is so focused on preparing for the hurricane that they miss a series of storms, each one longer than the last. You don't get to where Claire has without having a hell of a good method of compartmentalizing things that need to get done from things that don't have the luxury of happening.

Who makes a backup plan when playing God? Claire spent seven years moving up the food chain of a now-extinct closed system.