The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles's throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

He finds the baby, swaddled in a dirty sweatshirt, in a cardboard box that's wet and falling apart.

Dean remembers days like he wears them on his skin. So much of his life has been based around events that have fundamentally altered his existence, and the day Castiel pressed him into the wall of a damp cave after a wendigo nearly gutted them both, is a day that Dean won't forget.

Nothing burns brighter than his guilt, found in the way he can still feel Cas' hand slipping from his grasp and hear the desperate, guttural shout of his name.

Dean hasn't moved because something impossible and large is building in his chest, something that feels terrible and like hope. The blood on his face and neck and the searing pain in his eyes and ears are easy to ignore in favor of the feeling singing in his blood.

The kidnapper looks completely startled, staring up at John with wild eyes. John understands; he's a small man, himself, and while some would consider that to be a hindrance in a fight, John thinks of it as a tactical advantage.

John's made a few friends in New Scotland Yard ever since Sherlock swirled into his life, which is precisely how he knows that everyone at the NSY is under the impression that he and Sherlock have been shagging for years.

John's face crumples in on itself and the hurt that's been rattling around between his bones suddenly erupts into a painful bloom, and he falls. Sherlock Holmes, even in death, remains the only man capable of bringing John Watson to his knees.

For now, it's more about intimacy than sex; it's about becoming acclimated with one another's bodies in a way that they haven't before.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a young Prince, a Knight, and the dragon that brought them together. Klaine AU Fairytale.

Kurt was in love. Not the infatuation he'd suffered through with Finn, but love, real burning love that he though had only existed in movies and everyone's life but his own. Klaine AU, rating changed.

"Ah, yes," Jareth murmured. "I've been reduced to a spot of wind, have I? And to think I used to be your dearest companion. You used to confide in me. And now I've been delegated to shifting the curtains and mussing your hair." AU Jareth/Sarah.

When a romance goes awry, Rachel is forced to deal with the consequences. Luckily, she doesn't have to do it alone. Rachel/Puck.