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“Jesus,” he blurted. “What—?” “Sorry, sorry,” she interrupted, closing her eyes and pressing a hand to her forehead. “I just…sorry, give me a second to clear my head.” She refused to explain why the first thing he’d seen when entering her mind was a rather vivid recollection of her last masturbation session. How embarrassing. She thought about walking in a forest – the least sexy thing she could think of – and then doubled down by picturing herself in the Quidditch stands at Hogwarts. In the rain. In January. “Okay.” She exhaled and met his eyes again. “Okay, it’s safe now. Go ahead.” He looked dubious but raised his wand and spoke the incantation again. --- Or, Hermione can't remember an important piece of intel and so Draco is assigned to help find it.

Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.

“It’ll be a phrase you’d say in bed,” Ginny supplied, grinning. “It has to be something provocative.” Hermione clicked her tongue. “Be sensible. It will be on my body forever.” “You can choose the phrase,” Ginny said magnanimously, then tilted her head, considering her. “And where. On your bum might be nice, for instance.” “I’m not getting my bum tattooed,” Hermione deadpanned, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll think of something.” “Think fast. We’ll do it first thing this weekend.” Ginny pushed to her feet, plucking up their empty glasses and walking them to the sink. --- Or, when Hermione is dared to get a tattoo.

One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means. Alex very narrowly does not break something. (When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that? Yes, it's a You've Got Mail AU.)

For years, Taehyung has been doing just fine. He doesn’t hold his breath anytime his boss gets too close. Doesn’t feel his heart skip every time he steps into a room. He’s most certainly not in love with him. Absolutely not. For years, Taehyung has been able to suppress this ‘slight affinity’ that he has for Jeon Jeongguk, because his boss isn’t into men, and he certainly isn’t into Taehyung. He’s long accepted his fate—a master at hiding his feelings. Until someone sets him up with someone he wasn’t expecting on the one night he’s decided to forget, and then it all comes crashing down on him. OR: The office romance tale of two oblivious men.

Don't believe the rumors, international popstar Viktor Nikiforov is totally not using his new album as an excuse to flirt with the cute dancer that stole his heart last year. Or: How to Snatch Up Yuuri Katsuki, the Hottest Dance Star on the Market: A Guide by Viktor Nikiforov

At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor's been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there's a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion. Alternatively titled, "Ever Seen An Ass So Fine You Had To Sign It 'Mine'? or "Autograph Me (Wherever You'd Like)"

Inspired by this luscious fan art by Aegilef. It's just utterly gorgeous, and how could my imagination not take me somewhere. And I think that somewhere is Laketown, and Thorin suggests that Bella go to bed. Very suggestively suggests. And suggests quite a bit. Just a suggestion. One of my darling readers, skmitton, sweetly requested a fem!Bilbo version, and, well, my mind started running down that track. And then it started sprinting.

There aren’t many instances in which Henry would claim he exhibits a colorful vocabulary. In fact, he could likely list them on one hand: when wretched people say the most bigoted things, when the local grocer has run out of their Jaffa Cake stock in the minuscule international aisle, when he gets bored and resorts to writing homoerotic poetry in his moleskin journal with a fountain pen like some lovelorn literary scholar from the eighteenth century. And now, when he’s assigned to a gig he doesn’t want to be at. As in, he would rather publish said poetry to the unrelenting, merciless masses of the internet than be at this gig. “You must be bloody fucking kidding me.” - Or, When Rolling Stone names Alex Claremont-Diaz as the number one rising star to look out for, Henry is tasked with the sole responsibility of photographing him for their cover shot. Which, truly, wouldn’t be an issue—it’s an incredible opportunity—except Henry doesn’t trust that miscreant to be within ten feet of him ever since The Incident™

Sheltered northern prince, Han Jisung, is set to marry the warlord king of the notoriously barbaric south in a bid for political peace.

"Their gazes hold in the mirror as Remus takes a small step forward, his chest brushing up against Sirius’s knuckles, his arms still behind him in a halfhearted attempt to hook the corset shut. Remus brings his hands up slowly, starting at the base of Sirius’s spine and gently tracing the clasps already closed. Sirius’s hands fall to his sides but not before dragging across Remus’s abdomen, the tops of his thighs, before settling in their natural position. They haven’t spoken. They haven’t looked away." OR Remus has been in love with his best friend for years and everyone knows it but Sirius, who remains completely oblivious to their feelings for each other. So much so, that he asks Remus to help him with an errand--choosing some lingerie he can wear for his boyfriend, who very much is NOT Remus Lupin. The thing is, Sirius didn't tell Remus beforehand what he was helping him with, which might just be a terrible mistake...or the push they needed.

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.

When world-famous violinist Dazai Osamu announces his early retirement, a part of him is sure he will never love music again. He’s in his twenties, but he’s already tired of everything. Meanwhile, up-and-coming frontman Nakahara Chuuya is everything Dazai is not: reckless, smug, and a rockstar. They’re total opposites. They could never fall in love, right? [Or: Violinist Dazai and Rockstar Chuuya do, indeed, fall in love.]Sketchy's art here!Russian translation here.

“Eddie?" Steve sounds sleep-rough even to his own ears. "What’s up, man? It’s like, midnight.” “I know, I know, sorry, just—“ Eddie takes a breath. “David proposed to me.” Steve feels the world tilt on its axis. “Oh.” “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I said?” Softly, Steve asks, “What did you say?” “I said yes.” (Or, Steve and Eddie navigate their twenties together and apart. Eventually, something has to give.)

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

Satoru and Yuuji have lived together for some time now, hiding from the world that the boy is still alive. They train, Satoru works, Yuuji does chores and cooks... Hm. Let's make it more interesting, shall we? Satoru remembered that Yuuji likes to gamble and... He came up with a great punishment for losing the bet! Or: How Yuuji became Gojou Satoru’s wife for one entire day, and how it came back to bite the man.

“Yeah, but you’re entirely predictable. I mean, you’re a rich boy who’s good at sports and climbs the social ladder like it’s nothing. No way you like nerd stuff. You’re destined to be a douchebag, Harrington. The Munson Doctrine never lies.” As he speaks, Eddie can see Steve’s frown get deeper and his eyes get darker until he turns his head away and takes a shaky drag of the joint. He lets it out, still shaky, and seems to be gathering himself. Eddie is starting to brace for a punch or kick or something violent when Steve says, “You’re just as bad, then.” “What?” Steve takes another drag, his shoulders relaxing, and he looks at Eddie. “You’re no better, Munson. As much as you’d like to think otherwise, you’re also predictable. I mean, you’re a guy who feels like an outcast so he embraces the role and doesn’t bother to think he could ever be wrong about someone he’s never actually talked to before. Seems like you’re destined to be a douchebag, too.” For the first time in a long time, Eddie is speechless.

Once the lecture was over, Xie Lian stood up abruptly, a sudden urge to talk to the youth blossoming inside him. He descended the stairs quickly, mindful not to bump into anyone, and waited near the door for the youth to appear. When Xie Lian noticed the youth's face among the others, his heart quickened once again. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sounds emerged, a sudden and strange feeling filling his body, warmth spreading over his cheeks as he gazed at the youth's face from such a close distance. Xie Lian found himself unable to utter a word, mesmerized by the youth's beauty. All the courage Xie Lian had gathered within dispersed in that moment. His hands reached for his heart, clutching the soft fabric of his white pullover, his eyes following the youth as he left the lecture hall, never once glancing in Xie Lian’s direction. What was this unfamiliar feeling stirring inside Xie Lian? -Or: Modern College AU with Xie Lian and Hua Cheng as students. Or v2: Xie Lian's clumsiness leads to many opportunities to cross paths with the man who stole his heart.