Morse's gaze softened as he reached up to brush back her hair. Her very reddish-browny-blonde hair, Jakes belatedly realised, the same shade as Morse's. In fact, looking at them both now, he could see more similarities. The rounded ear tips, the gentle shape of the mouth, the smattering of freckles across the nose and cheeks. She was, without any doubt, his. Morse had a daughter.

Neal has a terrible habit of finding himself in dangerous situations. This is what happens when he doesn't get out quick enough. A retelling of the series, except this time, he doesn't escape unharmed. Between getting shot, beaten up, and stabbed, it's fun times for all! Or, the one where Neal regularly gets just that little bit more bruised up and Peter deals with the fallout.

A series of prompt-based one shots dealing with everything from spiders to teen!lock to milk to Beauty and the Beast to Sherlock getting his hair braided (Lestrade will never let him live it down). It ranges from parodies and crack!fics to angst and tradegy and will hopefully result in both tears and laughter in all those who read it. Any and all requests shall be written!

Bond was never quite sure what he was; he only knew that his mother was the same and despite all of her 'accidents', she never really stayed dead. He didn't either, when his time came. He lived to see the rise and fall of World War 2, watched as Vietnam got invaded and the Berlin Wall fell, and kept coming back with a new body, a new face, but the same love of Queen and country.

Make a name for yourself. Make it unpronounceable. Make it out of mud, blood, clay. Curse all those who learn this name. I am your host, Q. Welcome to Night Vale...

DeBryn thinks Morse is an enigma. Morse thinks DeBryn is a riddle. Both men, so out of place in the police force, find an affinity with each other. Between muggings, hit and runs, masquerade balls, kidnappings and murder, the unlikely pair progress from colleagues, to friends, to eventually, perhaps, something more... And say the lad that loved you, was the one that kept his word.

At 15 years old, Jim Kirk burns his home to the ground. It's two years later before Chris Pike's Starfleet Academy for Mutants brings him in. Having survived on his own for so long, he immediately distrusts the other students around him, even the leather-bound Vulcan and rockstar doctor. And with no one aware of just how powerful he is, chances are? They're in way over their heads.

A wrecked car, a mangled body, and a crime that just isn't quite adding up. When Lewis suspects the impossible, it'll take all his courage and wits to track down the culprit and punish them for what they've done. He doesn't think about the consequences, they'll get through that part together. Only, right now? It'd be so much easier if James was here...

Spock has always been surrounded by pain. Abuse from his father, from his fiancé, from his classmates. Eventually, he snaps. James T Kirk is adamant on having one last year of freedom before joining Starfleet. Stealing a small ship and running away with a group of misfits, was not part of the plan. So when they meet in a desolate bar, it's only natural that they should join up.

This love left a permanent mark. This love is glowing in the dark. These hands had to let it go free. And this love came back to me... McSpirk Aesthetic

I never went to live with Sabina and the Pleasure family... Well, actually I did, but... it... didn't really end well... So I went back to MI6, back to London, and its where I've been for the past three years... I am now 17 years old. And I got captured on my most recent mission. By SCORPIA... And somehow, I found myself in the hands of NCIS... 20 guesses to how long this'll last.

Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Defeater of Grindelwald, never received his Hogwarts Letter. Five years later, a 16-year-old Harry Potter is found on the streets of London and immediately sent to Hogwarts, where he catches the eye of one Professor Tom Riddle. When Harry is sorted into Slytherin, well... that just makes things a whole lot easier for him, doesn't it?

Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived. Alex Rider - The Boy Who Can't Die. Both sat in the Leaky Cauldron. Both ignored the stares from the inns other occupants. Both thought it would be another, boring, day... And both were wrong. Because it was on that particular Monday morning, at that particular time and place, that these two particular boys made Daily Prophet headlines.

Because you can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the light's out. You're in love, true love. You are in love... After the Manhattan attack, Tony and Clint find solace in each other. Ironhawk

Scorpia Rising changed him. For better. For worse. Nobody knows. But now, four years later, their back and out to get him. 19 year old Alex Rider, MI6's best agent, teenage superspy, is sent to the only place on Earth that could possibly protect him. Brecon Beacons. As K-Units unofficial fifth member returns as their official fourth member, how much more changes can Alex take?

When Alex Riders new life with the Pleasures is interrupted, he realises there is only one place on Earth he is truly safe. MI6. But with Alan Blunt gone, and Tulip Jones reluctant to use the 15 year old teen, will he be forced to return to normal life? Or will he voluntarily go on more missions for MI6? Between old friends, new enemies, and an unlikely source, Alex Rider is back.

Scorpia is back. And their targeting New York. Both the American's and the English want to send in their best men. In other words, for the purpose of this mission, Alex Rider and Ben Daniels will be working with the Avengers. But what will the Superhero's make of the 16-year-old spy? Will Fox get along with the Earths Mightiest Hero's? Will they save Earth? Or will Scorpia win all?

Everything was perfect. We had won. And I even got to kiss Jesse, which, as you know, is quite an achievement... And then a beaten up 16-year-old burst through the door... Alex Rider. My half-brother. My baby brother. I hadn't seen him in over two years. And then he shows up, just like this, out of the blue. But he's changed. He's not so innocent anymore. And he wont tell me why...

What if Loki had a deep dark secret that no one knew about? What if the Avengers started getting suspicious? What if they refused to stop asking? What if this deep dark secret was actually Loki's weakness? His one fatal flaw? What if this secret was something he was so ashamed off, not even Odin himself knew? What if this deep dark secret was simply just... Loki had a Sweet-Tooth?

When Iron Man carried the missile through the portal, the other Avengers panicked. When Tony Stark landed back on earth, presumed dead, they mourned. And when the superhero started breathing again, the team cheered. What Mr. Stark failed to tell them, was that he was still panicking. And it wasn't just his ego that was damaged...

1st January 2013 So... Uh... Yea... This is my diary... The diary of J. Daniel Atlas... No idea why I've started this... Thought it might help... Maybe it will... Maybe it wont... I dont know... All I know is I've got issues... Issues about my past... So I randomly got up today and decided to get a diary... And I've finally started it... And that's the first step to recovery...

Alex Rider. MI6's best spy... But he's not just that is he? When the 17 year old gets a new mission to take out a past enemy, he doesn't get all that he bargained for... He finds out secrets, deadly secrets, that MI6 has been keeping from him his whole life... Something that makes his eyes go cold... Something that turns him back into the assassin he was always destined to be...

I believe in you, Steve. I believe in Captain America. All that honey and symbolism of Liberty, of the American Soldier... I guess, even someone like me, could fall for it. Because this world needs a Captain America. We need a Captain America... And I need you too...

I was taken. That's all I knew. I was a spy and an assassin, yet I still managed to get caught. Only I was dumb enough to do that. These men who took me... Their a whole other kind of evil... They want money. 250 million pounds. Fury says he'll pay. The other Avengers want to try and find me first. I just want to go home. My name is Clint Barton. And I've been kidnapped.

You don't know what pain is. It's not a broken arm or cracked ribs. Pain is where every morning your staring at yourself in the mirror, with tears streaming down your face, just willing yourself to carry on, to keep it together, to just be strong enough to get through another single fucking day. That's was real pain is. And when it comes to me, Tony Stark, that's all I can feel.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart, What's gonna kill you is the second part, And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle, And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself, Fifth, you see them out with someone else, And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.

Another attack on Manhattan leaves Clint Barton alone, beaten up, and without the slightest idea where he was. He cant remember anything, not the Avengers, not SHIELD, not even his own name. So he starts again. A new life. A new past. A new everything. Without knowing that the Avengers were looking for him. Will the team ever find him? Or will he forever be a ghost in his own life?

Tony Stark. Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. Or so they say. But when a certain God Of Mischief pays him a visit and decides to kill him, Mr. Stark starts to doubt himself, his place on the team, even on what he's worth. On everything. He starts to doubt... Everything. The other Avengers can see something's wrong, but can they ever help his newfound insecurity?

When famous people in London start showing up dead, Sherlock Holmes is on the case, despite being in 'Early Retirement'. But soon, things get out of hand, and he starts loosing the battle between right and wrong. What he doesn't know, is while he's making his move, another man, a man in the shadows, is also making a move. One that will cost Mr.Holmes dearly...

*Clinasha* When Clint Barton decided to kiss none other than Natasha Romaoff, was it for the best? Or for the worst? They've fighted side by side longer than anyone can remember, have been best friends since the day they met, and only trusted each other. Will the so-called "ACCIDENTAL" kiss ruin this? Tear them apart? Or will it only bring them closer?

-(BOOK 3 OF BTW SERIES)-Tony Stark, Carlos Brasillon. New identities just came and go. But Mr. Stark is not on his own this time. Not when he has a certain Avengers member on his side. Rio, Peru, Italy. The places changed with his fake passports. He'd allready escaped uncountable amount of times. But all good things come to an end. And Mr. Starks about to learn that the hard way...

-(BOOK 2 OF BTW SERIES)- Who am i now? Was i the arrogent, genius, billionaire, playboy, philantropist Iron Man? Or was i the poor, average, Brazilian mechanic? The truth... well i was all of these people, yet none of them. I wasnt Tony Stark. And I wasnt Carlos Brasillon. I was the guy who fucked up, big time. And i was about to pay the price...

-(BOOK 1 OF BTW SERIES)- Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. That's what the public sees. The part that he doesn't show, is the vulnerable part, trust issues, weak, everything that he hates. When the Avengers use that against him, will he ever recover? As of now, Tony Stark, will forever be in the wrong place at the wrong time, Will he ever fight back?