Life Drinkers

A soulmate's mark begins to grow the first time that they see their soulmate, and stops growing when they fall in love. Some grow faster than others, so by the time they've both fallen in love, the marks are the same. Yuuri's mark starts growing one day when he's at the rink as a child, and when Viktor shows up at his family's hot springs, it seemed Viktor's had already stopped growing. Considering their only interaction before this was Yuuri blowing him off at the Grand Prix Final, the similarity of their marks is only an embarrassing coincidence, right?

Maybe it's the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it's the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it's his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn't matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he's going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn't started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that's not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there's no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom's old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.

What happens when a Muggle Dog Catcher catches Sirius during some Padfoot play time with Remus in the park. Friendship fic, Marauder era.

Alastor can't stand men like Valentino, so he decides to make a deal.

He has nothing. Not even his body. Sometimes Cazador prefers his metaphors a bit more literal- though Astarion is sure it hadn't been intended for this particular punishment to persist as long as it has. It marked him as property even hundreds of miles away, and ostensibly free. He'd intended to deal with it quickly and quietly. He should have known better than to hope he could preserve his pride.

JJ always gets what he wants. Yurio ends up raped in his own bed by a burglar.

!Spoilers for the game up until chapter 5! The path ahead has to be carved out with occasional violence, but whenever there is a possibility of saving a life, Tav will not hesitate to spare or alter the course of action to save it. When the devil declines a new deal, she is forced to face off against him. But she cannot forgive herself for banishing Raphael back to Cania, where his abusive father is very keen to remind him just how pathetic of an insect he is. The realization of having her life saved by Raphael strengthens her resolve and she ventures to the Eighth layer of Hells. Soon after, Raphael finds himself banished from Hells and bound to a mortal. It is essentially a character study of my favorite bastard from Baldur's Gate 3, while shedding light onto his more mortal side - the one he so desperately tries to reject. It is my headcanon mixed with canon stuff. Enjoy!

Rick enjoys not being in charge a little more than he expected...

Jason Todd x Reader one-shot

Harry sets off to find the remaining Horcruxes - and enlists the help of a very unexpected person.

He has to actually fly out for Sam's wedding, Cas is coming as his date and everyone thinks it's real. Dean Winchester is not having a great day.

Gods had the week been tough. Lestrade was able to finally relax, Mycroft was able to sneak in a slice of cake, and Sherlock and John, well, they were able to stop the fast-paced run they had endured all week to sit at home.Did this satisfy the always eager consulting detective? Not one bit.

Another oneshot that's been floating around my hard drive for ages: What /are/ Hermione and the Weasley twins getting up to during all those time-turned hours? Well, this, among other things. Contains much overthinking of kissing, slight twincest, situational humor, and relatively little snogging. The Marauders get a Map Cameo.

Dean’s so used to having backup that, despite his cautious, careful steps, the thing in this old, dilapidated house gets the jump on him before he’s able to notice that it’s done it.

Being a single mom hadn't been the plan, but that was okay. You were going to be fine, somehow, because you had to be. Meeting an odd and handsome stranger in the park makes that prospect a little bit easier.

Phoenix totally thinks Edgeworth and Blackquill are doing it.

Draco has wanted Hermione for a long time, just never wanted to admit it. When Hermione catches Ron in bed with another woman, will Draco finally get his chance? Can he respect her wishes unlike Ron?

What could have happened to Thomas if he had been cast out of Downton after he kissed Jimmy.

Bruce Banner's abusive past left him broken as an omega - most people assume he's a beta, and he doesn't enlighten them unless they ask. He's never seen the point, because who would want an omega that couldn't even really go into a proper heat? When Steve finds Bruce taking care of his own needs, he's horrified that any omega wouldn't be taken care of during his heat, barren or no. The rest of the Avengers won't let that stand either.

Why was he here? He thought the man was taking him to get ice cream... This wasn't at all what he was expecting. Eren missed his mom. He wanted her to take him back home from this scary place.

Voldemort's stray soul found its' way into Hogwarts grounds and possessed a magical snake, one strong enough to give him the sanity he needed to survive. While hunting, he caught on a unique smell and found Harry Potter, sprawled on the ground, with an unnaturally high body heat... Xx Just a warning, this takes place in his second year, so... And there'll be lots of smut and possible plot, but idk~

Castiel felt nothing but satisfaction at the fact that Mr. Winchester hadn’t moved or looked away from him.

“What are you doing?” Yuuri asks, side-eyeing him as he bends his arms behind his back, legs stretched into a perfect split. “Delivering justice onto this cruel and unusual world.” “Whoever trashed me on social media is not worth it, Vitya.” (Or: in which they're happily married, coaching Russia's and Japan's next great skaters, and Victor Nikiforov remains the clingiest, thirstiest man on the face of this planet.)

Derek didn't do field work. He refused. God knew the last time he left the office, it didn't go so well. He's perfectly content to just sit in his lab, help out from afar, and keep to himself. If the kid who kept breaking all the rules would stop confusing him, things might have been OK. You know, with the kid he's turned who he can't stop worrying about, the damaged splinters of family he has left, and the Uncle he doesn't trust looming over Stiles' shoulder. If he wasn't so lonely, he'd pack it all in now.

Spreadeagled on the bed, Kurt had never looked more delicious to Sebastian. He was going to enjoy taking his pleasure from the other man's body.

Original characters, set in the Dresdenverse. Billy Nizhoni is a halfbreed Navajo boy struggling to find his place in the world. Abandoned by his mother and raised by his maternal grandparents, he is devastated when informed he cannot follow his grandfather in becoming a medicine man. Impetuous and stubborn, Billy decides to take matters into his own hands. That fateful decision intertwines his future with that of a mysterious stranger who is more than he seems...

Yuuri Katsuki was praised throughout the South; he was a prince with a heart as big as a lion and as warm as the first summer sunshine. It was told that the man had a gorgeous set of amber eyes, painted-like red lips, and silky raven hair that would lusciously dance through the breeze. Not many commoners had the privilege for an audience with the Crown Prince but those who had would incessantly eulogise his captivating beauty and innate grace. Yuuri Katsuki was born to rule, love, and offer - the man who gave courage to his people. The Southern Kingdom, Hasetsu, strongly believed that their firm security would deter the crude Northerners. Their people would continue to be merry, their crops would continue to flourish, and their beloved Crown Prince would continue to be beloved. Until one day, it all broke apart by hundreds of stomping feet, silver falcons on billowing deep maroon flags, and a certain blue-eyed man.