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During the week of his father's funeral, Sirius Black meets an unusual priest and offers to help write Orion Black's eulogy. At the same time, he's started texting a mysterious bass player from a pop-punk band that he accidentally swapped phones with. Eventually, the conversations between the two start to blur together and Sirius has trouble trying to decide which one he's falling for the hardest.

“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

In the aftermath of some life-altering decisions on both sides, Edward and Stede navigate reuniting, learning what it is that they really want and how to ask for it, as well as surviving in a world that is nowhere near ready to just let them rest. Or, finding their way back to each other is only the very beginning.

“Your car.” Powder said, a thoughtful pout to her face. Her eyebrows raised slightly. “If you make my sister dateable, I’ll help you finish that car.”Caitlyn stared back at her, ears burning, at the absolutely absurd request. No one, no one on this green earth, could make the infamous disaster that was Powder’s sister dateable. It was absolutely ridiculous to think anyone would want to date the girl who insisted her birth name was Violence no matter how anyone prettied her up. It was a doomed project and she should say as much.“You got a deal,” she said instead. Teen!Caitvi but make it a 00’s romcom

Draco Malfoy is cursed. Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin and his ragtag group of rebels. Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he? (Portuguese translation available)

In which Amara doesn't bring back Mary, she brings back John Winchester. Dean is uncertain what Amara's meaning is when she brings John back, and struggles with coming to terms with the new family dynamic. Sam tries harder to keep the peace than he used to, and Cas does not get along with John at all- though he tries. Testosterone is at an all-time high as these four men struggle to coexist in the hunting world with very different ideologies. We explore just how much the brothers have changed in the ten years without their father's guidance, the trauma they still haven't resolved, and the feelings that Dean and Cas hold for one another despite the very real and new barrier that is John. This story begins 12x01 and ends around 13x06

Josie laughs in a short, sad kind of way. “In all the ways I might tick a box of his, you completely overwhelm it. He’d have been filled with joy just at the idea of you loving him. I will never have that effect.” Hope shakes her head. “Well I don’t understand that.” Their bodies are pressed close in the cold, noses almost brushing. “Because everything about you is overwhelming.” / / Hope is desperate to regain Josie's trust after she and Landon collectively break her heart. But things become complicated as the three navigate their feelings under the growing threats within the school.

Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian brought scandal and shame down upon his head and was thrown out of the competitive ballroom dance circuit. He vanished, never to be heard from again. Lan Wangji aches when he remembers the way Wei Ying danced--like a laugh given movement and form. He has never stopped searching for him.

Aether is the epitome of the word ethereal, with his golden locks that shines the same as the sun, his observing eyes that looks at everything curiously but with no ill intent, and his waist, by the archons above, slender, and porcelain skin that would sure be velvet to the touch. Heh, everyone desperately wanted a piece of Aether. Update: Eleven Fatui Harbingers/A Winter's Night Lazzo Chapter

“I haven’t…” she starts, watches his blue eyes narrowed in concern and it’s distracting, everything’s distracting. “I haven’t had a body in a hundred years,” Zelda manages, and shrugs one shoulder, as if to say what can you do? “I was Hylia, mostly, and a little bit me, but I wasn’t a person. I was the sun and the wind and the water and the dirt and I was in a prison and I was the prison. I feel like I’m blindfolded, now, without that sense of the world, but also everything is so bright and loud and close and I hardly know how I’m managing to speak to you when my skin is feeling wind for the first time in a century. It’s…” she trails off, her words failing her, which is infuriating because she’s a scholar, she’s good at words. “It’s a lot,” she finishes awkwardly, for lack of anything better to say. Or: Learning to be a person again, after the end.

In nearly every way (except the most notable), the Princess of Hyrule was the Goddess incarnate. For that reason alone, it was a little ingenious for the King to offer up his daughter’s hand to whoever was able to pull the sword. Link hadn’t meant to pull the sword. He planned to watch as his comrades pulled with all their might, perhaps even tease a few about how it was all for the better that the sword didn’t budge, because surely no Princess could ever love their ugly mugs, and then get into a good old-fashioned wrestling match with their bruised egos after one too many jokes. But it hadn’t mattered what he had in mind; Link’s plans be damned. The Goddess had already plucked him out of obscurity and set him along Her own path.

In 1989, Hob Gadling gets stood up. He waits. A story about meticulously constructing an inn with soft focus, 80's goths and Berlin, a folding chair, The Princess Bride, blondes, blood, fear, Fates, and what was always written. What will always be.

She saw the dance of the dragons in her dreams, fourteen fires reflected upon the violet eyes of The Dreamer as a caveat, the death of all she loved in the name of a throne that would never cut quite as deep as betrayal did - and she was set aflame until her eyes boiled and the salt water was nothing but the steam that trailed above her mouth on a winter's morning. Never had she dreamt the future with such vast detail, never had she seen the annihilation of her kin so vividly. She could still feel her head and chest separated by the dragon’s jaw. For the first time in her life, Rhaenyra knew that she would have to act upon it or watch as everything she knew was burnt into ash. Her line would not end by the will of a dagger staining a destroyed throne room, the rumbles of winged grief and the desolate wail of the last of the true Targaryen. She would not stand idly and let the house of the dragon fall. They would not die twice. _ Or, Rhaenyra is cursed with prophetic dreams where she sees the Dance of the Dragons and sets the path of her life to its prevention.

“My poor darling,” Lena says, teases. “Do you just go around licking anyone that smells like fruit?” “No, I—I. Um.” Quiet. A steadying breath. “Now you’re just teasing me,” Kara murmurs, a dusting of red high on her cheeks. Lena’s delighted. “First, you come into my home unexpectedly,” Lena says, and Kara whispers-justifies a quiet yeah, to cuddle, “and now you lick my neck. What’s next?” Or, here's the thing: Lena has been in love with Kara for a long time. If Kara knows, then Kara doesn’t seem to mind.

Set in Season 1, after "Fromage." Will is still confused about his kiss with Alana and seeks romantic advice on how to date and be more "smooth" from Hannibal. Little does he know that Hannibal is madly, passionately obsessed with him, and desperately jealous. Needless to say, Dr. Lecter is all too happy to teach Will everything he knows about love and dating.

Vi ran away from her hometown six years ago and hasn’t looked back. But when a letter from her estranged sister finds her, asking her to visit for the holiday, Vi reluctantly packs her bags and returns to the place that completely ruined her life. Caitlyn has been living in Piltover all her life. As the daughter of the mayor, she’s desperately trying to prove herself as an individual and not just her mother’s name. When the girl who nearly burned down her home years ago suddenly reappears Caitlyn wants nothing to do with her. And the feeling is very mutual. Life, though, has other plans. Aka the modern AU about making up (and making out)

Crowley has one goal: sell the run-down lodge in the Cascades that his uncle left him in his will. He doesn't expect to meet someone like Aziraphale, the kind handyman working on his uncle's property who turns out to be more of an enigma than Crowley first thought.

Nobody ever warned Percy Jackson away from one love-sick sun god, and nobody told him to take sincerely the tragedies he had carelessly dismissed. As for Apollo, he is willing to do anything and everything to get what he wants. A millennia just hasn’t been enough for him to understand that his destructive love can only ever hurt. Dark!Apollo

“Alright, listen. You want to romance Max? It’s easier said than done.” When Lucas’s face falls, Steve is quick to tack on, “But it is doable. There are steps. Six of them.” He spreads his hands theatrically, bending a little at the waist as if setting the scene. or: Lucas needs love advice, Dustin & Robin despair, and Steve's a regular Casanova.

Elain Archeron is not the trembling fawn everyone believes her to be. Two years after the war, she feels an awakening- a power which calls her to grow untamed things under moonlight. She then receives an invitation to master her abilities as a Seer under the guidance of an Oracle of the Day Court. All the while fighting an inevitable war of passion for a holy mess of a shadow-wreathed male who looks at her with all the longing in the world. So perhaps a little more softly, a little more lethally, Elain begins her journey down the path unknown. For there’s something blooming within her. Something darker, softer, and wilder than she can name- reaching for the song of the Void. “Damn the Cauldron.” Azriel strode towards her. “Damn the Stars.” He closed the distance. “This-” those scarred hands softly gripped her face, bringing it within an inch of his own.“This-” he wrapped his scent around her and looked directly into her soul, making sure she could feel the charge, the need, the nameless want- “This could never be a mistake.”

”This is Vi,” Powder speaks up before Vi gets a chance. “She’s my sister.” “You think I’m your sister,” Vi corrects her. The kid rolls her eyes. Caitlyn looks almost like she’s frowning as her eyes dart between them, brow furrowed but her mouth is still very slightly curved upward; definitely a politician. “Well,” she says, “that’s certainly a development.” When a runaway claiming to be family shows up at Vi’s doorstep, what should have been a simple task bringing the kid back ends up changing her life in ways she never expected.

You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?

For every day in February, I will post a drabble from a date prompt. The pairings for each day were picked with a random name wheel from a few different fandoms in advance, from that I wrote half as SFW and the other half NSFW! I've never done something like this before, so I hope you enjoy and I do a good job! Please see chapter 1 for the line up! Written for the Yato's House ~A Valentine's Mini Event~ A date a day keeps the sad away? Please make sure you read the TW/CW before you read each chapter as the contents will vary from chapter to chapter **Completed**

“Lan Zhan! Thank you for allowing me the honor of walking you home, you’ve made this old man’s night. I will need to come back and visit Rulan soon to pester you some more-” “Not old,” Lan Zhan mutters, shifting the cello case in his grip. “-I will definitely be coming by to give you a pop quiz on your liquors, though, Lan Zhan. You must study hard to prepare! I will think of some of the best cocktails to know. And don’t even think about checking your phone, I will be watching closely. This is not an open book quiz, Lan Zhan, so no cheating!” “You are absurd,” Lan Zhan huffs, “...I work next on Tuesday evening,” and with that he hauls his instruments inside without another word. Or the one in which workaholic and single dad Wei Wuxian tries to do something just for himself. And, Lan Wangji, who is working as a bartender to pay for school, tries to find his way in the world. They fall in love in the process.

Caleb had caught Essek's attention immediately.And ever since, this strange little neglected attraction has been bothering him. He initiates a mutually beneficial arrangement upon realizing that Caleb's interests match his own surprisingly well. A purely physical, transactional deal. That would be fine, if it were not for the dangerous implications and weaknesses. Or for those many in-betweens when Essek is far too interested in what's beyond the boundaries of their agreement...

Ghost was a werewolf shifter of Task Force 1-4-1, and Johnny MacTavish was the man brought on board to hold his leash. There were never any bindings placed on him. Never ropes, nor sedatives needed. No shock collars or cattle prods. It was just Soap. Just Johnny and the way he had Simon, even as a towering monster with gnashing teeth and flexing claws, wrapped around his little finger.

Katsuki and Izuku are rival spies from separate agencies, and generally try to stay clear of each other's missions if it can be helped. However, when their missions seem to diverge into one, they must collaborate for the first time since their falling out from several years ago. Forced to pose as a lovesick couple who are checking in to a romantic getaway island, Katsuki and Izuku have no choice but to set aside their personal differences for the sake of keeping up appearances and not getting caught by other enemy spies. To say that Katsuki is not fucking happy about this arrangement is the understatement of the century.

Cleave the pin (slang, 1595) To bring a man to orgasm. It’s a sobering thought for someone facing middle age to wrestle with, this notion one might be less than appealing in bed, and while he’d always known he was no Don Juan, Stede thought himself perfectly adequate in the art of making love. But ‘perfectly adequate,’ when facing the prospect of reuniting with the man that may very well be the love of his life, feels (pathetic, mortifying, distressing) like a quandary.

Everyone loves the Alpha and Omega Fated Mates for Life troupe so, what if The Mandalorians were a society of Alphas, a dying race because your sisterhood of Omegas are becoming more and more rare by the day? You and Din were mated before you were born, your futures written in the stars–and that pissed you off, both of you. At least in the beginning. (This is my spite fic to prove ABO can be non-toxic--it updates on Sundays!)

It was easy enough to flirt with the Mandalorian when the cantina counter lay between you, letting you slowly develop feelings for the mysterious, aloof bounty hunter you sensed had a softer side. That is until you’re thrust into close quarters, living together on the Razor Crest, where suddenly there’s nowhere to hide. spacing-in.tumblr.com

“Well, I have to warn you beforehand,” the white-haired man stammered as he nervously began to play with his fingers, “and I don't even really know how to explain this to you, because I have absolutely no explanation for... well... this - he was like this when I found him ...” Now Chuuya was a little worried, but before he really had the time to worry about what to do with this new, albeit vague, information, they stopped in front of one of the few tables in the bistro area.At first glance the Mafioso didn't notice anything unusual - a completely normal table with two plates, on one of them was a piece of melon pan, on the other he saw something that looked like anpan with a piece of strawberry cake. This combination made Chuuya raise an eyebrow a little, but he refrained from any commentary. For now. But what caught his eye made him pause. “You're kidding me, aren't you?”-When Dazai mysteriously gets turned into a child again, it's up to Chuuya to take care of him. Though, that's more difficult than he expected it to be.

Everyone he trusted with his secret – Will, Freya, Balinor, Lancelot, and now Gaius – was gone. Arthur would never bring magic back to the land, and he would never let Merlin stand at his side the way Merlin had hoped he would. It was a cold awakening, years of baseless faith dashed against the fraying tapestry that destiny had made Merlin sew into his own skin, but an awakening nonetheless. Merlin is shaken out of his obsession with destiny and his blind faith in Arthur. Arthur just wishes he knew how to get his closest friend back. (For Merthur Angst Week 2021 Day 7: “No. You don’t get to talk.”)

The village is just starting to warm up from winter and an odd invitation has been extended. Just what exactly does the countess of the castle want, and is it worth the risk of not returning to sate curiosity? (Set before the events of the game, diverts and events of game never come to fruition. I wrote this as a present to my girlfriend!)

Shen Qingqiu, his lovely cheeks stained red, carefully takes the mysterious flower from his hands. His eyes sparkle, and Liu Qingge’s breath is punched out of him. Liu Qingge doesn’t know what’s so special about it, but if flowers get that kind of reaction from him, then he would gladly uproot a whole meadow just to see that smile again. “I accept.” It’s a flower, and nothing more. But Shen Qingqiu looks at him like he’s brought the greatest gift of all.

“Oh shit,” she sighs. “I’ve been Outlandered.” or: Maeve Sinclair slips between worlds and becomes Maeve Targaryen. Aemond wants someone to love him and dreams that someone does. or: The gods meddle, and the One-Eyed Prince becomes the Prince of Hearts.