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Soundwave's banishment to the shadowzone has been bleak, uneventful and unending. He hasn't been able to contact Megatron or the Nemesis. He's low on fuel. If it weren't for the emotion-suppressing protocols he implemented before the war, he would be miserable. And then one day a dimension-hopping Rodimus falls into the shadowzone and offers him a way out. “You'll like the Lost Light,” said Rodimus. “Everyone gets a second chance, there. You wanna stay here forever?”

Having just turned eighteen, a teen travels to Sinnoh with her recently evolved alolan ninetales. His new evolution, on top of them having a week to themselves, creates a newfound sensual curiosity between the two. Vast exploration, heartfelt emotion, young love, unbreakable bonds, mixed feelings, fluff, a hint of drama—and a lot of fun.

Jake’s anger was palpable enough to burn a hole through steel, his jaw clenched so hard that his teeth creaked audibly. “Who would choose to leave a child on Pandora? Who would have a child in an obvious warzone? Who the fuck would endanger a kid like that?” he asks, all of them rhetorical because no one would be able to answer them anyway. “And how the hell did Selfridge think it was a good idea to tell someone just as he was getting on an aircraft to leave?!” Jake asks again, getting more irate and angry, nearly tearing his hair out at this point. “That’s like saying ‘Oh peace out guys, but don’t forget there’s a literal child in there who could starve if left alone’. Like, the fuck?!” He flops back against his chair, his breaths heaving out in barely controlled gusts that flutter the pages strewn about him. “Actually, Norm, don’t slap him. Punch the dumbass for me into next week. Maybe that’ll get it through his thick skull,” he mutters, utterly serious in his tone and his expression.Or! All humans leave Pandora after the final battle leaving Spider behind. Oh, and he’s blessed by Eywa. That’s it. That’s the fic.

In a version of the Pokémon world where Pokémon are a busty, all female race, and whom trainers may well see as tools to fuck and battle with, one professor seeks to compile a full catalogue of Pokémon sexuality. From how they naturally have sex to how humans can extract from them a quick fuck or something more, this is Professor Pine's guide to the Kanto Region.

A teen with a few months remaining of high school falls into an intimate relationship with an umbreon on the school's grounds while surrounded by disdain. Playing it safe is key.

Crests are status. Crests are strength. Crests are power. Claude doesn't get it. Sure, the healing his crest gives him is handy. But no one talks about the drawbacks. As far as he's concerned, Fódlan's obsession with crests is overrated. His Crest of Riegan isn't worth the way it burns through his body. It isn't worth the way it skitters beneath the surface of his skin. The itch it thrums through his blood during battle isn't worth the retching he's left with hours later. ... He's not the only one suffering, right?

Hiccup may have defeated the Green Death and united dragons and Vikings, but the start of the Integration era marked the start of his problems. Love and ambitions clash, and Hiccup quickly discovers that holding onto the village's respect without sacrificing his morals has never been more difficult. … well, that's the pretty description for it. I basically just wanted to write some old school limey scenes. HxA, HxC, AxOC

"Please don't let this be another Kira." Someone is committing a series of crimes that lead straight to L and his home. In a panic, he calls back the Task Force and the teenager he left behind: Yagami Raito. What follows is nothing less than a shock to everyone involved, a revival of souls put to rest many years before. Kira was a big deal, but he hardly holds a candle to this. Falling in love, a heavy amount of pain, and too many deaths to be real: it seems like L and his coworkers will never be the same.

Cuba claims him as his dance partner easy as breathing, and whisks the blond to the center of the already forming dance pairs. He guides him with his hands, one griping his side and the other outstretched and intertwined with Canada's. He desperately tries to keep up, to match his friend's steps, but the feeling of being watched creeps up his spine.