Clint has every intention of taking care of Loki just as Loki took care of him. Karma’s a bitch, and all that.

The hell was that it had still been him the whole time. It hadn't been Stockholm, he'd been trained for that; and it hadn't been some kind of magic that turned you into a zombie. Everything he had, everything he was, he'd given to Loki. He'd been happy to do it. Funny how little free will seemed to matter, when you got down to it.

“This isn’t something we do, Eames. It’s something we are.” Magical realism, soulbonding, d/s fusion.

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The life-changing catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval ... and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in his bed? ... Deep. Cover.

When Harry starts to have erotic dreams about his godfather, he questions his sexual preference. The real issue turns out to be even more complicated and disruptive. Then there's Draco.

“I promised your sister I would look after you, and that’s what I’m doing. Don’t forget, Charles, that you made this bed for yourself. Don’t blame me if you have to lie in it, too.”

< recording: azazel/prison_security/cctv/northwing /interview_room_camera_2/1_aug_1967 >

>xavier is seated at table / hands free / telepathic blocker crown surgically implanted
>lensherr enters with bodyguards
>lensherr dismisses bodyguards
>l: tell me what i’m thinking, mr xavier.
>[silence for 1 second]
>l: i can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be for you without your abilities.
>x: not so bad, mr president. you should try it. feel the insubstantial difference between us and humans.

Charles tried to calm her, to reason with her, but she was shouting, calling Raven a beast, a devil, and then she was charging at Raven with a knife in her hand. Charging at both of them, really, for Charles was standing in front of his sister protectively, attempting to shield her with his hands and his mind. All it did was make her scream at him, too.

He didn’t think of changing his mother’s memories, of making her forget she’d ever seen the blue skin that made her turn a knife on his sister, he only thought of running, Raven’s hand clasped tightly in his, as far as they could go.

A hand on his shoulder – scalding hot – wrenches him from her. He tells himself he doesn't remember what comes next.

Raven sipped also, and wiped his mouth with a finger. The boy turned the cup over, pouring the rest onto the ground; it spun through the air back to Moon Queen, who laid it again on the table. Herne glanced at Hare, who was almost trembling with excitement. It barely took a shove from the green-masked boy to send him running for the trees, and Herne started after him, but a few quick notes on the reed flute drew him back.

Anyway, that’s how it starts. With Merlin’s smacked-around-the-head-with-a-wet-fish-for-the-umpteenth-time-today expression. With his discomfort at having seen Arthur fuck another man. (It’s wrong, Merlin doesn’t think, but knows. He doesn’t remember how he knows, or why, the feeling imprinted in his bones when they were still small and brittle, but he knows.)

"There is only one truly effective and permanent love potion, Miss Black. You won't find it in books, because it is difficult, deeply personal, and useless."

This has been the worst day of Arthur’s life. Arthur shoves Merlin into the lockers as hard as he can, relishes the thud of Merlin’s body against metal and the whoosh of his lost breath. "You little fucking shit," he says.

Sex with a telepath can be the worst thing imaginable, because he knows all your fears--and because you can never be sure you're consenting.

"You can't make me love you," Erik thinks, except Charles probably could.

A six-year-old princess of the blood, Azula was quite accustomed to gifts; the fact that these ones talked back was just an added novelty.

War is coming, and Narcissa is scared for Draco. So she turns to the only person she can think of – Sirius Black.

She knows that she was not the reason. Not nearly. Her mother has merely ensured that she is one of the benefits.