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Athena Grant gets a call from the hospital on her day off, claiming that she needs to come in to discuss options for Buck, as his emergency contact. A lot of information is reveled, and she finally understands what the boy she's come to see as her own has been through. Or: Buck throws another clot, calls the 118 & Maddie out on their shit, lets Athena hold him as he cries, and then finally talks to Eddie.

The penthouse on the top floor of one of the highest skyscrapers in town is obscenely luxurious... Behind the piano Alec notices a well-furbished bar - he could use something strong, at the moment - but he won’t be allowed to have a drink, will he? Everything in this place speaks about money, and opulence and gives off sinful, decadent vibes. Alec wasn’t expecting anything less from the prominent man they had come to visit. The meeting is about an important matter that his master, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, needs to discuss with his counterpart, the High Warlock ruling over the City of Angels.

Isagi Yoichi as a boy was a timid child, it was the only way his parents could explain his behavior. Being afraid of everything and anything, at any given times. He changed when he discovered the joy of soccer at 4 years old, much to his family relief....but the cause was still there. A boy with enhanced senses borderline on the supernatural level, predicting from touch and smell it would rain as a toddler, could never be average, much less at soccer.

After a disastrous dinner, Aegon and Rhaenyra have a well-needed conversation. Edit: I am writing this fic simply for the fun of it. Arguments between team black and team green in the comments are kind of ruining this for me and will therefore be deleted!

‘Luffy’ shook their head in response. ”That's not my name. I’m Nika, it's nice to meet you.” Nami took several sizable steps backwards, eyeing the stranger with a mix of confusion, apprehension and intrigue. “N-Nika?” “Mhm! And I’m a God!” Nami short circuited. “AND YOU’RE A WHAT!?????” Now that their captain is sharing his singular braincell with an ancient god, things go about as you'd expect for the Strawhats. Just who is this mysterious entity that is now possessing Luffy from time to time, and what just happened in his past to make him this way?

You are starting fresh. You deserve it after the hell on earth that you have been through. Buying a beautiful house and trying to stop constantly looking over your shoulders, what happens when you find a Cathedral Radio sitting in a glass case in a room in your new home that had been previously sealed up?

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys. However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible. You hate him. Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. Under one agreement, that is.

Harry Potter is forced to leave Percy Jackson in the hands of the Dark Lord and his followers. When Harry finds him again, his friend is almost unrecognizable. - “You don't have to come back.” Harry’s going off-script, he knows he is, but he can’t help it. He needs to offer his friend a way out. “I’d understand. I— I could help you run off. Find you someplace where no wixen will ever see you again.” But Harry’s offer doesn’t even seem to tempt him. “Nah.” Percy smiles, but its easiness doesn’t come as naturally as it did before. “‘Course I’m coming to help. Couldn’t leave you to fight this on your own. Not even if I wanted to.” There’s a pause and then Harry hears him whisper something under his breath. “Just because I don’t like being a weapon doesn’t mean I won’t do it.” Harry hates himself for feeling relieved.

Enid although wanting Wednesdays affection, pushes her feelings aside, whatever they may be, after the events of Crackstone. Wednesday on the other hand was all but consumed by her thought of the blonde. A slight twist on wenclair with Wednesday falling first.

Omegaverse where omega's regularly produce milk. It's like ambrosia to alphas. "Soap has always been an omega with healthy milk production. Before suppressants, he'd really only leak during heats, with very rare instances of lactating between heat cycles. After starting suppressants, it seemed his milk production kicked into overdrive."

In which Suguru Getou doesn't declare war against Jujutsu society and decides to abandon his genocidal path after faking his death. Somehow this ends with the strongest sorcerer alive being trapped by a curse months later.

Danny flees the GIW, crashing into a dumpster in Gotham. Lucky for him, another being like him finds him. Jason is confused and concerned. UPDATE!! Chapters 7&8 are obsolete! New ending on the way!!

Satoru doesn't love his husband and repeats that to himself every day. Yuuji suffers the consequences.

Listen, Jisung’s a curious guy. He’s got a natural desire to take online quizzes and find out all possible aspects of his personality. So he clicks it. Just for fun! Jisung is secure in his sexuality; he’s not expecting to find out he’s gay through some stupid online quiz. or, Jisung takes one of those online "Am I Gay?" quizzes. Minho helps him figure it out.

The way overdone trope of Peter's academic decathlon team takes a field trip to Avengers Tower. But with a twist :) TW for use of the r slur and making fun of autistic/disabled character.

On an unsuspecting night, a certain someone Jing Yuan had thought had long forgotten him returned with an odd request. That fateful night marked the beginning of a cycle of remembrance and oblivion; love and ruin, joy and sorrow.And Jing Yuan accepts it. Cherishes it. He held it with a lover's embrace--even if he knows that it will be his undoing.

It had happened in the library at one of the sets of couches along the back wall. He’d been struggling with an essay for Arithmancy while Theo sat beside him on the couch, relaxed back against the armrest, and reading a book for Muggle Studies. In a moment of frustration, Harry leaned back and ended up somehow resting on Theo’s chest rather than the back of the couch. Or: The time in Eighth Year when Harry realizes he might have feelings for Theo.

you've wound up as Miguel O'Hara's assistant and it's been your personal purgatory. From work partners, to boss and employee, you weren’t quite sure when the switch was made. He's rude, impatient, ridiculously arrogant and you despise the air he breathes and every atom of space he occupies. People worship the ground he walks on, but you've only seen him at his ugliest. Demand after demand, task after task, your resentment for the man grows until you reach your breaking point. Now, you’re free from working under him but at what cost? But he’s back and needs your help. And what he’s offering for your help isn’t so easy to pass up

“Charlie’s cheating on me.” “He’s not cheating on you.” “He is!” OR Babe thinks Charlie is cheating on him. Turns out Charlie just decided to pick up a hobby.

"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face. Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally. Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling. "W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks. "I've come to rescue you, of course!"

Aventurine wants to be around Veritas longer, but he doesn’t know how to convince someone to let him stay for the night without bedding them. Veritas teaches him that love is not a transaction and that it should be warm. “Ne Veritas” Aventurine swirled the leftover wine in his glass. “Hmm?” “Want to try sleeping with me?” The omega tilted his head slightly to the left letting pale blond hair hid the brand on his neck, alluring magenta eyes locked with surprised crimson ones. His wine-stained lips curved into a lovely smile as his loosened white shirt shifted from the movement displaying the milky skin of his collarbone and chest.