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They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

“I had,” he said, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.” -- Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Speckled Band

After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him.

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?” “I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.” They say honesty is the best policy, but it sure as hell had a knack for Todoroki making a complete and utter fool of himself. In which Todoroki is placed under a mysterious truth-telling quirk and suffers, Uraraka laughs at him, Midoriya is confused but smitten nonetheless, and Twitter is the thirstiest site on the planet.

When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours. Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not “people” – not to Draco anyway. Does Draco plan to fall in love with Harry when he decides to help him? No. Does he end up falling in love with him anyway? Pft, what do you think?

Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they? But then everything changes, and Harry’s thrown into a new and dazzling world he’s not sure he can actually escape from. And as time goes on, he starts to wonder: does he actually want to? AKA the one where Draco is a - sort of - Muggle pop star (it's complicated)

Lan Wangji encounters a beautiful stranger during a routine night hunt. He is enchanted.

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it.

It’s not that the idea of Stiles talking about him doesn’t make his stomach wrap itself in knots, it’s that it does just that. It makes him unbelievably uncomfortable and he doesn’t quite know why. He’s twenty seven years old, he pays taxes, he takes his mother out for lunch on Sundays; he is a grown up. But he’s getting weird butterflies when he glances over his shoulder to look at Stiles and a heat in his chest that feels something like what he supposes want must feel like.

Dean can't sleep. Cas offers to tire him out.

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.” The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it. “And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?” The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet. "I can't work with this."

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He's been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn't the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn't his only defence. *Currently under Construction- I'm editing the earlier chapters bit by bit, though the overall content will not change. Thanks for checking out this story!*

When lab monkey and definite not superhero Darcy Lewis does something incredibly brave and monumentally stupid, she saves the Avengers and the planet from all out destruction at the hands of Thanos. Picking up the pieces afterward is a lot less fun than she imagined. After an experiment to see the full extent of her new abilities, she finds her fate inexplicably tied to Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Thrown in with the Avengers, she has to figure out where she fits in while navigating the stormy seas of being tied to two of the broodiest soldiers who have ever brooded. Stubborn Steve Rogers! Mopey and Angry Bucky Barnes! Badass Powered Darcy Lewis! Cool Older Brother Tony Stark! Multiple mentions of David Bowie! This one's got it all!

Six years after abandoning his home to join the Roman army, Ben Solo stands reborn as Kylo Ren—the mightiest gladiator of Emperor Snoke. He lives his life in blood and riches, a glory earned through rage and loyalty alone. Until one night, Snoke gives his prized fighter a gift: a young slave woman with a fiery spirit, wrapped in silk, waiting in his chambers. (An Ancient Roman Reylo period drama)

Kings, even new ones, were not supposed to long for their menservants. They shouldn't let their eyes linger on their wrists, the plump of their lips, or the shape of their thighs. Arthur knew this, but he still wanted. There was nothing about Merlin he didn't want.

The wider world has been obsessed with Namjoon’s pack ever since their debut: not only were they an idol group mixing omegas, betas and alphas together, but seven packmates headed by a young alpha squaring his shoulders. Most expected Namjoon to fail, for his pack to implode and disintegrate, but to Namjoon’s relief they have topped several World’s Most Powerful Pack lists. Yet when Seokjin unexpectedly needs time off for a heat, Namjoon falters. When Seokjin further requires an alpha to spend the heat with, Namjoon stops functioning altogether, and years of missed moments begin to dawn on him. (or: if you wanted alpha!Namjoon whipped af for omega!Seokjin but denying his feelings for years (and vice versa), boy do I have the fic for you) Click here for Russian translation!

Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

When Barry and Len discover that they’ve accidentally become neighbors, they learn to navigate their new living situation amongst misunderstandings and a surprising amount of common ground. AKA the fun-as-it-comes Neighbors!AU which turns into a Pretend Relationship!AU filled with tropes, hijinks, and some vague notion of a plot.

Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.

Draco seems to have changed since the war, and is insisting on making amends for his actions. But he's still a Malfoy, for heaven's sake... And, it would seem, a Malfoy with a certain kink...

The elders of New Vulcan decide to resurrect an ancient custom, and suddenly Jim must help find his First Officer an honorable Vulcan husband.

Tony finds Bucky frozen in the Alps and brings him back, thinking it'll help Steve adjust to modern life if he's not alone. Unfortunately, he finds it has the side-effect of him becoming irrationally jealous.

Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard's help to figure out how to get out of of it. It was a disaster waiting to happen, really. Well... probably.

"Jesus, Steve, I just had to explain to a ninety-something year old ex-killer that it was normal to *have dreams* and *wake up with unusual physical attributes* and, and listen, we have to get him a male GP, a, a man, because when I asked him why he hadn't just called her to discuss this he looked at me like I'd suggested he slap her in the face." Alternate titles: "It's Just You". "Steve Rogers Can't Get a Goddamned Clue". "SSRIs and You". "Steve, Natasha is Going to Hit You". "Buying a Clue". "Steve's Clue-Field is Barren". (slight tw for a non-con makeout moment.)

Tony finge di essere un alfa. Poi dimentica di aver finto. Una cosa di cui si ricorda è Steve. Steve cerca di aiutare a modo suo, all'antica, eticamente rigoroso. A Tony piace fare grandi gesti. Non è mai stato sottile.

They're 22 and Bakugou's finally gotten control over his public image. Think more..."bad boy" and less "explosive asshole". Kirishima is weak (though he always has been).

Prompted by cerulean8ullet on tumblr: 'Soulmates get blue marks on their skin wherever their other person gets physical pain.' Rey has long wondered whose pain she wears on her skin like blossoms - a brave pilot, a legendary smuggler, a hero?She never expects to find him on the opposite side of the battlefield. Ren has given up on finding the girl who paints his hands and hips sky-like, but then suddenly she's standing over him wearing his new scar. The scar she's cut with her own hand. They have been on a collision course since the day they were born, inexorably drawn to each other, and neither one can escape unscathed.

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone. So, of course, that's exactly what happens.