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"Baby Black, do you maybe not hate me?" James joked in a way that made Regulus feel uncomfortable."You are the most annoying person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. And that says a lot considering the absolute gems I've met in Slytherin.""A joke. Regulus Black made a joke. A mean one, at my expense, but a joke nonetheless... You know baby Black, we could be friends.""I would rather fling myself off the Astronomy Tower..." ***Or: Regulus is concerned about Sirius after their mother orchestrates a horrible attack. And with Sirius out of reach he relies on James Potter to know his brother is okay. Except their meetings keep happening, and their conversations keep falling away from Sirius. Falling for James Potter might just be the most reckless thing he's ever contemplated.

The Force is tired of being silent. For too long, its song has gone unheard, its warnings unheeded, and its favorite children have suffered for it. When one of said children dies and his soul passes through the veil that separates the Force from the world of the living, well, it sees an opportunity to make things right.Armed with Force-given knowledge of the universe, as well as his own memories, Obi-Wan is sent back into the body of his thirteen year old self. He has a lot of decisions to make, and no idea whether they will be the right ones. Force preserve him.

“I’ll have a large, iced triple shot of espresso with three pumps of caramel sauce, two shots of chocolate sauce, and whipped cream.” The man in the beanie rattles off breathlessly. “Oh, and a black coffee,” he tacks on the end.Tommy pointedly glares at him. “Why?”The dickhead set on ruining his already pretty shitty morning has the audacity to look taken aback. “I don’t think you’re supposed to question the customers,” he says, and great, he’s a tory. or,, Wilbur, Philza, and Techno juggle their superhero duties with subtly trying to adopt a feral teen, and Tommy just thinks making ends meet at a coffee shop is more difficult when these fucking weirdos won't leave him alone

Akechi and Akira have been friends for a long time now. They're hanging out in Akechi's room, as usual, when a very interesting ad pops up on TV. It's about hypnotism -- what a joke -- but Akechi is tired of doing homework and he can see Akira's bored out of his mind, so he bets Akira he can convince him that hypnotism is a legitimate pastime. Challenge accepted. Only, when Akira actually falls completely limp into Akechi's arm, pupils blown wide and head slumping back, Akechi suddenly becomes all too aware that the rest of the house is empty. No one is home and Akira is totally, completely, utterly helpless. He's open to Akechi's every word...and his every desire...

The Narada incident has just been dealt with, and Kirk is realizing that he's in worse shape than he would like to admit. (Previously titled "Could Only Handle So Much")

After many sleepless nights and attacks of anxiety, Will agrees to go to Hannibal's house to try and get some rest.

You never, never wanted to be on dayshift. All those children running around, being loud and messy and eugh... but that's what corporate scheduled you for, and they're the ones that write your checks, so. You weren't expecting to get along with the daycare attendant, but that doesn't mean you want to stay on dayshift just to hang out with them. Too bad you can't back out now.

He saw the duffel.It was battered all to hell and the strap was nearly torn from the bag, but it still glowed almost neon in the darkening night and streetlamp glare. Neil would never…He dropped to his knees beside it and rifled through it, looking for any sign, any clue as to where Neil might have run. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Until his fingers found the keyring. Until he found the phone. Andrew's perspective on the Binghamton riot and the walking tragedy that is Neil Josten.

Izuku spends a lot of his life silent, unable to open his mouth. Not because he can’t but because everyone is afraid of his quirk. They call him voice stealer, even though that’s not how his quirk actually works. He just wants someone to talk to who isn’t afraid of him and won’t call him villain for something he can’t help. He just wants friends who won’t turn on him and to show the world that he is not a villain, despite what everyone seems to think.---Hitoshi has spent his life since his quirk came in being passed from one home to another, never staying long enough before his foster parents decide he’s too much of a risk, or claiming he went after another foster kid to send him back only to start the whole process again. He just wants someone to see him and not his quirk, to not be tossed aside like yesterday’s trash and to not be afraid of talking for fear of being accused of using his quirk. Is it too much to ask for to be treated like a person and not a villain?

When will Graham is released from the BSHCI, he realizes that there is little left for him with the FBI. He packs up the essentials (and Winston, of course), and leaves. Hannibal has to deal with the sudden loss of Will, and he is not very happy about it.

“Another kid,” Wilbur said, stepping back from the door. Philza just nodded and stepped into the doorway, crossing his arms and flaring his wings slightly, an intimidating figure. “You know the deal,” the social worker said, her voice making it clear there was going to be no arguing. Tommy wondered if anyone could argue with the man in front of him. “You know I won’t refuse,” Philza said. For a long moment, he and the social worker locked eyes. Then she lowered her gaze and stepped back. “I’ll leave you to settle in then.” She handed Tommy the bag of items and turned to leave. “W- that’s it?” he demanded. She paused, turning back, and shrugged. “I’m sure you can figure it out from here.” With that, she returned to the car, slipping into the front seat and started the engine.

He stills for a moment, and then he murmurs against her skin, “Like that, do you? You utter deviant.” He licks a broad path over the bite, then whispers in her ear, “Tell me, darling, did you lure me here hoping for something more?”--- Astarion decides to manipulate Emerie into caring about him the only way he knows how- with sex. He miscalculates badly. *an exploration of trauma responses and healing in a relationship. Angst with periodic relief and a happy ending.

Denki hunched his shoulders as he got closer to the group. Everyone was leaning in to hear what he had to say."So, what do you think his deal is?" He discretely nods to the blond leaving the lunchroom."He acts like a delinquent." Ochako says with a slight frown."Or maybe he's crazy." Mineta adds."Well, I think he's very cool." Kirishima joins in. He saw nothing wrong with the guy. Or Katsuki has a strange friend that gets stranger as time goes by.

“I have baggage.” “All my foxes have baggage. You won’t be the first.” Wymack said. Neil doubted any fox in all Wymack’s years has carried the same weight as Neil when it came to baggage. “That's not what I mean.” “Go on. Let’s hear it then.” The coach waited patiently for him to continue. It should have been comforting but Neil was far more scared than ever. “I have a son. His name’s Milo.” ____OR what if Neil had a kid when he was on the run? Self-indulgent fic I didn't expect anyone to care about but my sister pushed me to write it SLOW UPDATES

Post season 1 finale. After Alastor is grievously injured by an enigmatic angel's cursed blade, he only has seven days left to live before he succumbs to his wounds. To further complicate matters, Alastor finds himself in a partnership with his old friend, Vox. However, both Alastor and Vox's idea of "love" is skewed, and it takes them both down a very dark path when Alastor believes being "desirable" means broken bones, rope burns, bruises littering his skin, and hands crawling all over him—While tall, shadowy figures grin and leer down at him and hold him down as he's forced to relive the worst moments of his life...before he was the Radio Demon...before he was anything more than a humble radio host living in 1930s-era New Orleans. --- "So, why don’t you give us all a nice, big smile, pretty boy?”

Bokuto is obsessive. He knows this. He knows he’s loud, and clingy, and always in their faces. He knows. But he can’t stop. He loves them, after all.

Renjun had spent most of his life alone. Before he was adopted, in his first family, and now even in his current home, he led a life of calm solidarity. He enjoyed it that way, though. He and his owner, Mrs. Lee, never felt the need to venture out from their small home when it had everything he wanted inside of it. But, when tragedy strikes, Renjun is forced to go outside and face the world for the first time since he was a child. Luckily, he finds two loving and patient people willing to stay beside him and help him through it all.

Hinata and Kamukura both feel it, the swell of affection. Komaeda seems to be the only individual on the island able to always tell the two apart, even while they wear the same face. The others speculate, but are never as assure in their switch as the one before them now. Hajime can feel Izuru almost purr under the acknowledgment. He internally rolls his eyes. Why does he call you by first name and not me, anyways? Are you jealous? Smug bastard.

Slutty boys with pussies like Bakugou are destined to be holes and I am here to prove it.

He ran. Too weak to trust his wings to carry him, he stumbled and gasped for breath - breath he shouldn’t have needed at all - every part of him crying out in agony. He didn’t stop when he slipped out of the pocket universe and found himself on the Earthly plane. He didn’t stop when he crossed the fence and vanished into the shadows of the forest. He didn’t stop when the bushes slapped his face, or when his bare feet caught on a root or a rock. He ran. In which Lucifer reconciles with his past, Deckerstar shippers get what they want, Ella finds love, Dan develops a bromance with God, and the author maliciously murders an army of onions in the name of art. Inspired by the show and the comics.

Blood had dripped down his hand then too. Into the white porcelain sink. Like red paint ruining the purity of white sheets. It's this endless cycle of pain and torture. Here, he feels weak, aches enough to want comfort, love. Aunt Petunia won't give it to him. Not then, not now. And he understands. Everyone who comes into contact will someday die. If it's not later, it is soon. ... When Harry fails his attempted suicide, the only place for him to go is Snape, a man who is bitter, and hates his guts. (A story of heartache and pain, and tears,but also of healing and solace, and laughter.Where contentment is found in the most unexpected place)

but how can you tell it from the bad? or, giyuu begins the painstaking process of trying to remember how to be a functional human being.

Deep in the rural backwoods of Spain, Ashley Graham, the president's daughter, has been sighted after having been kidnapped by unnamed terrorists. USSTRATCOM Agent Leon S. Kennedy is sent in to find the girl and bring her home at any cost. When Agent Kennedy goes dark for six hours, BSAA's Cpt. Chris Redfield is deployed to find out what went wrong. (Resident Evil 4 with Chris slammed into canon)((Alternative title is "Leon trapped on an island with all his exes" -littlehonkinggoose))

[“Cause radio is fucking dead!” It was the last thing he heard as Adam snarled in a mocking replica of a smile, before a white blast barreled towards him, blinding him as he held his staff out protectively in front of him. He could feel the blast push him backwards, his limited abilities barely holding up against the raw, unrefined magic of an archangel. Worse so, his ever so sensitive ears picked up on a sharp snapping noise.] Or also known as I do terrible things to my favorite demon.

After being abandoned in Japan, Grian was positive that he and his younger brother would be dead by the end of the week, he hadn't been expecting anyone to help, and then someone did.

Across The Spider-Verse Spoilers. During the final battle tempers flare, emotions get the better of people... and the worst happens. They didn't mean for this to happen. None of them did. They just were told to stop Miles. And the fate of the universe... But good intentions don't stitch skulls back together. Now the Gwen, Miguel, Peter, and the Spider Society must look at themselves in the cold morning light and see what they've allowed themselves to become. How their toxic grief has turned them into the very monsters they once swore to stop. Because they can't lie to themselves anymore. Not in the face of their guilt. Their betrayals come with costs... and now someone else is paying for them.

Revolution is brewing in New York City. On one side, the ruthless gang boss George King and his large army of Redcoats. On the other side is once-loyal ex-Redcoat George Washington, attempting to oust his previous leader with nothing but a small, yet vicious force. The NYPD is powerless to stop the oncoming gang war. When the violence leaves innocents dead, the NYPD face facts: they cannot do this alone. Enter FBI Agents Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, specialists in gang wars and violence. Heading up a small task force, the two aim to end the War of The Georges, bring both leaders down, and restore peace to NYC. In theory, a routine operation. They're professionals, experts. But between an eccentric King, a ruthless George Washington, and a simultaneously cute and frustrating young gang soldier named Alexander, Jefferson and Madison have unknowingly embarked on their hardest assignment yet. Can they end the violence before too many die, or will they be lucky to excape with their own skin?

After realizing that Harry has eliminated each of his horcruxes, Voldemort flees the Battle of Hogwarts and chooses instead to wage a war of attrition against the Order. That is, at least, until he learns of another way to become immortal - becoming the consort of the Master of Death. Pressured into accepting Voldemort’s marriage proposal for the sake of peace, Harry attempts to devise a way to kill his new husband. Updates every other Friday.

Izuku has been living with Shouta and Hizashi for almost a year, and things have certainly changed in the two pro heroes lives. Hizashi and Shouta are getting married. Izuku has friends, people he can rely on. They've all finally reached a place of financial and emotional stability. Everything is perfect. So why does life keep trying to throw a wrench in the family they've made for themselves? --- Sequel to Someone Better. I recommend reading it before this fic.

Nightwing is a Beta. This is an established fact among the Titans and other heros. It's one of the only reasons that he's allowed to assist during missions where Cycle Inducing Drugs (CIDS) could be present. And for years, there's been no problem. But Dick's luck was bound to run out eventually. Dick Grayson is an Omega who's fallen into a Playboy lifestyle after a traumatic event three years ago. Now with his identity as Nightwing revealed to the team, he's having to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Generally speaking, one does not personally meet the King of Hell after death unless one has fucked up tremendously in life. Someone becomes no one becomes a prince in the Land of Wind. Tensei of Sunagakure has a hit list, a god of the underworld breathing down his neck, and plenty of time to figure things out while he tries to make this house a home. Hopefully. (Averages 2.0k words per chapter. Includes original art, and a table of contents on chapter 88 for returning readers! Currently undergoing some light edits, 69/88 completed.)

tbh has turned into a sun wukong x reader x macaque What you expected when you laid down with your eyes closed on your bed, snug under the sheet covers, you were expecting just to see your dimly lit, almost purple-looking ceiling. It almost always looked that way from the festive lights outside that hadn’t been taken down yet What you didn't expect, however, was to open your eyes to blinding light and at least one person looming over you, watching before they waved cautiously. If you didn’t know better, you'd say the suspiciously blue gray-tinted skin didn’t really seem..human. “I say we should expect a reward” “Where the hell am I?” you mutter All you need to do is survive this mess, hopefully in one stable piece

Ngày đầu tiên ở trường đại học, Nakahara Chuuya bắt gặp một cậu trai lạ ngã xuống cầu thang. Từ đó cậu bị cuốn vào. Vấn đề duy nhất là Dazai Osamu không bao giờ ngẩng đầu lên khỏi đống sách chết tiệt của mình đủ lâu để Chuuya có thể thu hút sự chú ý!! (Mình muốn viết về Chuuya si mê và Dazai mọt sách) (Các bạn ơi, mình tưởng mình đã viết tóm tắt rồi 😭 Mình viết được 3 chương mới nhận ra là mình quên mất lol)

It's 4:30AM in Manchester in October, wizard Kim Namjoon has had a long night and has been in this godawful rain for an hour, his barman Hoseok can't even text in actual language, it's far too late for public transport and now he's found a brand new vampire abandoned in a bus stop. Fuck his life. In which Jeon Jungkook gets turned into a vampire but is high as a kite at the time so he doesn't immediately notice. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This version of the fic has been discontinued so that the plot may be reworked more coherently. The first version will stay up at least till the new one is finished, but as you see I have changed the name - the original name will go to the new version. Thankyou for your patience.

This work will alternate POV between Astarion, Gale, and Halsin, and focus on character exploration, and expanding on a lot of sub-plots from the game regarding the three of them. The canon events will still occur, but a little out of order, and sometimes for different reasons. The main plot will revolve around Astarion’s gradual discovery of the Black Mass Ritual, and all the Infernal implications of its completion. His past trauma will feature heavily in this fic, and all that entails. The basic idea is that the Black Mass has been centuries in the making, and there are those in the Hells who would rather not see it succeed… at least not as Cazador intends.