"I am hugging you," Thor explained. "That you may know I love you, despite your madness."

"How was I to know?" Thor demanded. "Surely a 'Justice of the Peace' is meant to sentence evildoers! And why did he not say otherwise, if it was not so?"

Sam found a way to get rid of them for almost a month at a time, a spell that lasted until the first night of the full moon.

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

A little AU ending for the first-times challenge on pirates500.

Kris stopped taking slaves to his bed after his father died; he let them think it was grief, and then he let them think it was the burden of ruling, but he'd hated it all along.

It just wasn't like that.

"Megan!" Kris said. "He's my TA. I'm not going to—"

Outside the city walls, the tower stood black against the sky.

The strategy had not included getting drunk himself and losing all sense of timing and being the tawdry and expensive rebound sex.

Real Forever If: Excerpt:The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping. Spellbound: in which cook gets his own prince.

It was like seeing an unexpected hairpin and taking it, no thinking it through, just pure reflex.

“Sit down,” the doctor said. He took blood, three vials filling up dark red. “Any medical conditions?” “No,” Dom said, and then his mouth kept going and said, “What if I want to volunteer for bonding?” The doctor peered at him over the glasses. “Do you want to volunteer for bonding?” It hung in the air. Dom felt it like a noose around his throat, squeezing. Twenty-five to life. “Yeah,” he said.

“We going to get somewhere anytime soon?” Dom said.