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In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit! (AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family. They get caught up in a war.) NB: on hiatus but not abandoned (sorry for long absence :(). Some outtake updates have been posted in the series tho!

Eddie tries to convince himself that it is something they don't want or need. He fails. Update: August 2021. So I went back and reread this and added about 1.5k more words worth of porn throughout the chapters. Mostly on Chapter 2 because the flow of it when reading was least satisfying to me. If you're someone who goes back to reread, you're in for a few surprises!

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

POGTOPIA??? WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?? TIMETRAVELBLADE. technotravel “Chat, I did not time travel,” Techno said exhaustedly, “I don’t know what gave you that idea, but please calm yourselves.” The voices started obnoxiously whispering at the top of their lungs. HE DOESN’T KNOW. PANICOr: Tommy, Tubbo, Jschlatt, and Dream all end up in the past. (Oh, and the Chat comes too)(mcd is a villain, this fic has a happy ending)

So Jarvis is the one who pulls her up onto her feet, presses a tool into one hand and a book into the other and tells her to create. Tells her that if the numbers and the shapes and images in her mind hurt so bad then she should build them, should give them form so that they can finally leave her alone. Jarvis is the one who finally teaches her how to breathe. Or Toni Stark grows up with the tale of Icarus swirling in the back of her mind. Instead of taking it as a precautionary tale about hubris and overreaching she decides it's more about the limitations of wax. Years later when she builds herself wings of her own she makes sure to build them out of better material.

Finding out about his parents' murder at the hand of the Winter Soldier, Captain America's old war buddy, pushes Tony Stark into a very dark place and he turns to the former HYDRA assassin with a burning fury, part of him screaming for revenge.Finding out that Steve knew and didn't tell him pushes him over the edge and he lashes out against the super soldier, but just as Steve is about to retaliate the Winter Soldier takes Tony by surprise, by knocking Steve out and surrendering. The Asset knows that to be free HYDRA must be crushed, and for that to happen his best chance is the resources of Tony Stark, when Captain America shows up in Bucharest the fragmented memories of who he once was tells him that the Captain will protect him and bring him to the Avengers so the Asset goes with him, but when the Captain is about to attack Iron Man with deadly intent he makes a choice and goes against the voices within.The Asset neutralizes the Captain and surrenders to Iron Man, hoping that he will be able to convince the man to use HYDRA's own weapon to take them down.

“Hey.” A voice invades Jeongguk’s thoughts and a hand taps his arm. Jeongguk jolts so suddenly at the touch that the man in front of him is taken aback and has to hold onto the edge of the wooden table to keep his balance. Jeongguk isn’t able to recollect the last time someone touched him. “Are you okay?” Jeongguk swallows and furrows his brows because he’s not sure why the man’s asking. Sure, he had his head on his arms, but they work in a fast paced entertainment company, of course everyone’s going to look a little tired. It’s not until the man’s pulling a tissue from his pocket that Jeongguk realises his thoughts from earlier manifested into tear tracks down his cheeks. Jeongguk takes the tissue and coughs awkwardly. “I’m okay. Thank you.” His tired voice lets out barely above a whisper. Jeongguk is a sad sad boy overworking himself and he finds some people who might actually help him.

Draco Malfoy cannot sleep. If he keeps going like this, he will go mad, or die, or both. For some reason, though, he can sleep whenever Harry Potter is with him. And Harry Potter is nothing if not a helper to those in need.

“Jason has just calmed down from the spike of anger when Tim comes back into the main room after changing out of his school uniform. Jason looks up and freezes. There’s a purpling bruise on Tim’s neck. The shape of the bruise is undeniably that of a hand, a large one. The bruise looks a few days old, but it is more than dark enough for Jason to know Tim must have been covering it with makeup. But now the makeup is wiped away to reveal angry purple and blue with a halo of red around the edges. On his neck, his delicate, fragile neck, someone put their hands on his baby brother’s neck—" # Almost a year after Hood attacked Robin at Titans Tower and four months since he agreed to stop killing, Jason struggles to cope with the horrific violence he inflicted on Tim now that he has the Pit under control. Well. Mostly under control. Featuring Robin!Tim as a touch-starved bean with no self-worth and Nightwing!Dick as the only Bat with an emotional braincell.

Jaskier is an affectionate man. It drives Geralt mad, but in more ways than he knows how to put into words.

After destroying the hotel for the umpteenth time, Alastor makes a promise with Lucifer: in exchange for swapping compliments, learning to coexist, and becoming kind of friends, Lucifer will owe him a favour. (Falling in love was not supposed to be a part of that deal.) — in which they fight heaven, each other, and the urge to be together.

Xiao is the name he was given upon his new contract with the great dragon Rex Lapis, but before that, he was Alatus, a weak adeptus twisted to the whim of the God of Dreams. The blood on his hands and karmic debt on his shoulders corrupt his Heart and drive him toward death, until he happens across an otherworldly light stumbling through a lonely valley. Aether has visited and fled more worlds than he can count, careful never to get attached, but this is the first time he's truly been trapped on any one of them, stripped of his power and split from his sister. He is certain he will starve and fade, chained by his immortality to a life of unending agony, unable to even put himself to rest— until he meets a lost and achingly gentle adeptus who brings him new hope. It will be a long time before either of them learn how to receive the love they are given.

“My dearest little darling,” the demon cooed as he toys with your unkempt hair, making you cringe internally to his touch. “your mask is breaking, you know. How long will you think you could resist me?” You ignored the question and you slapped his hand away. Shooting up from where you sat, you charged at the collar of his top and intimidatingly hauled him closer to your angry expression. He finds it adoring, you see it, his eyes almost sparkled at the mere distance you initiated. Well, screw him. “I’m not that easy to break, you psychopath.” You spat with venom. “You're an insufferable, intolerable prick. Take the hint: I’m not interested. Find some other creature who is sick as you and leave me be.” He gives you a knowing look. “How can I do that when you’re the only one who can make my heart beat?”

COMPLETE! Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster. Excerpt: "Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally." In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q's pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond's cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss. "You're wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line." The words slipped out of Bond's mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn't realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

During the battle of Hogwarts, the night of a full moon, Draco Malfoy is bitten by a werewolf.With no way to escape the curse, all he can do is hide it.Hermione Granger is the only one- aside from his attacker- who knows the truth. And it’s only because she was with him when it happened. When they return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, however, that is not the only secret they are forced to share. Because ever since he was bitten, Draco has grappled with an intense and disconcerting need to be around the Gryffindor Witch. Neither of them like that, which leaves Draco constantly struggling to rein in all of the possessive and protective instincts that assault him when it comes to Hermione. Will she aid him in hiding the curse? Will they uncover the truth about Draco’s obsession? In the meantime, will they fall deeply and irreversibly in love? HEA.

After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort. Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.

Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It’d be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.

Stiles volunteers to be a companion for an isolated werewolf he's never met. He thought he knew way more about werewolves than it turns out he really does. Derek didn't technically ask the Werewolf Conservation Committee for a companion human, but they insisted he have one for his mental and physical health. Or: Derek has only had Stiles for a day, but if anything were to happen to him, he'd kill everyone in Beacon Hills and then himself.

27’s throat tightens, as if any words he could have thought to say are trapped there. If it weren’t for Memory’s nails digging into his wrist, he would probably have stood there all night, trying to understand what they wanted him to do. Use his quirk on a child. A tiny, frightened child. He kneels down, trying to get her to look him in the eye, to make some kind of connection. Anything to try and make her answer. “D-do you want to go away? Do you want to go somewhere safe?” Her eyes open, slowly, and the sobbing slows enough that she isn’t shaking with it quite as much. Her hands are lowering from her mouth. “Uh-huh.” Her voice, so small and hoarse, is all he needs. He feels the quirk trap around her mind, and her eyes fade from red to white, hands dropping slack by her side. *** This work is based off of The Last Resort, written by coldandhotsoba. In this AU, after Shinsou Hitoshi is sold to The Miasma, The Miasma sells him to Overhaul to fill the role of "The Mediator" for Eri. Even after the raid on the 8 Precepts, the wards are haunted by their pasts, but the ghosts in Shinsou's mind are anything but dead. Beta read by Pupini.

Tommy is an aspiring hero in a city full of the most powerful heroes. He's not well liked by the civilians and other heroes - more importantly, the police force, who is after him any chance they get. Despite the constant criticism, he tries his best to help. After a battle with the Pyromanic Sapnap went wrong, he met some of his favorite heroes - the Sleepy Bois Inc, the most powerful in the city - no, the world. He'd looked up to them since he was small (er, smaller). "What the fuck kind of name is Wife Haver, anyways?" Clearly, the adoration was not mutual.

Sam goes to Stanford. His new roommate, Castiel, turns out to be very interesting indeed.

He’s not going to have sex with a twenty-year-old Tom Riddle. He won’t sink that low. “Hm. Not even for twenty-five Galleons?” Harry swallows. That’s a lot of money. It should be enough to finally afford that new coat he will need for the winter. And yet, Harry hesitates. He can’t risk changing the future. He still hopes he will, somehow, find a way to return to his friends. It’d be stupid to risk that just because he doesn’t want to freeze. But why should Riddle sleeping with some whore change history? That’s ridiculous. “Alright,” Harry sighs. “But only if you pay for the room.”

Boba Fett likes to be in control. Din Djarin feels more out of control with every passing day. Giving control over to Boba would make both of them happy. Din just doesn't understand why that has to be so complicated. (Or, rebuilding an entire culture is hard. Boba helps, more or less.)

M held out the file in her hand and Q automatically took it.“It needs the new Quartermaster’s signature”.The reminder of the Major’s death, the kindly old beta who saw him for him, brought tears to his eyes, and he desperately hoped that the smoke would hide it.“... Okay. Who do I give it to?”“It’s quite a few years ahead of schedule, and quite frankly I’m not even sure if it’s going to work, but Boothroyd always spoke highly of you and you are one of the very few TSS workers still remaining. I’ve spoken to R, the only survivor with seniority over you, and she is quite adamant to remain in her current position with your approval... Which leaves you”.M held out a pen.“Quartermaster”. Or, “I don’t just have one alpha”. Q grinned, bloody and feral. “I have nine. They’re called the double-0 program; perhaps you’ve heard of them?”

The Avengers, SHIELD, and the world at large have underestimated the pain that Steve Rogers is in. The night after a near brush with a suicide attempt, Steve discovers the world of support omegas, and in his desperation for relief from the battlefield of his brain, demands to have one. Enter Bucky Barnes: retired marine, millennial, amputee, brother, son, and support omega. He maybe, just maybe, can help a broken alpha heal in the twenty-first century.

Steve learned when he was eight years old he wasn’t a Harrington. “You better do greater next time, you’re an investment.” Steve was twelve when he realized his house wasn’t a home, it was a storage unit, a coffin for every little expensive item his parents had purchased on their trips. And Steve, he was the most expensive let down in the house.

“Buck is very dear, Mr Diaz. Not only to me but to the pack. You’ll find that if you treat him with anything less than utmost respect you’ll have a lot of people to answer to.” Eddie swallowed. It was clear that in the absence of a mate, this omega had found himself a very protective pack. “Understood, sir.” Or: Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.” –Niel Armstrong_____________________________ If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second. And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids. Tommy had never been a fan of outer space. (Use #hasvfic on instagram to show me your fanart and have it featured in the fanart chapter!)

The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear. When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help , if only the witchers would let him. Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.

Jungkook, 17 year old YouTuber, is in awe of the 6 hot boys who have adopted him online. Bangtan are a dangerous group of vigilantes who seize the opportunity to kidnap the stepson of their latest target.

Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro

After witnessing Harry’s return with Cedric’s dead body at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Draco begins to question his father’s ambitions and beliefs. His mother reveals her, and, therefore, his non-human heritage soon afterward, and they realize they must go into hiding or suffer as all non-humans will when Voldemort comes into power. They go to the only person they think might be able to help and also be too noble to use their situation against them: Harry Potter - whose mother may have had more in common with Narcissa Malfoy than anyone expects.

There’s a few rings, then the phone picks up. “Wayne Residence.” That’s funny, Tim thinks, Mrs. Mac doesn’t sound like herself. --On a hot July evening while home alone, eight-year-old Tim gets a fever. He means to ask Mrs. Mac for help — but ends up accidentally calling Alfred Pennyworth. Somehow, even in sickness, he wins all the hearts of the Wayne family in one fell swoop.