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It's said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That's not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and you've worked hard to weed out any semblance of crimson that might cling to you. You pay your bills, you keep your head down, and you find whatever lost people or items you're hired to sniff out. Then the Devil of Hell's Kitchen tags along on a job, and your plan falls apart. Starts prior to Into the Ring, and loosely follows the canon timeline. There is eventually smut, so enter at your peril. Reader is never physically described but uses a false name and may be treated as an OC.

Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.

Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can't afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them. Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they'll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance. Takes place following season 1. PART ONE COMPLETEChapters 1 - 10Word Count: 122,141 PART TWO COMPLETEChapters 11 - 22Word Count: 172,956

A slightly altered tale of events sees James Potter escape with Harry. Whisking him away to live alone, in solitude. Away from the world of witches and wizards, even muggles, to keep him safe. This story follows Harry's young formative years, discovering his body and his daddy's, having regular and extreme amounts of sex, and being introduced to a whole new world and community of people. Warning: Harry is 5.

“Honey, maybe we shouldn’t?” Fugaku rasped between the kisses. “Well… it hasn’t been that long since Itachi… are you sure it’s okay?” “Oh please, Fugaku, my love, it’s fiiiiine. What’s the worst that could happen?” The famous last words. In this story, our OC is brought from the modern world into the world of shinobi as a daughter to Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. Some will say she is an angel, but the clan quickly learned, that she was more like a spawn of Madara Uchiha himself. Meanwhile, our dear OC, faced with the life of a shinobi, would ask only one question: What would Madara do? This fic has a discord! ^^

"Harry. My name is Harry Potter." James fell back against the floorboards, casting one last frantic glance at the boy who claimed to be his son, before shaking his head. "That isn't possible." *Work is currently being translated into Spanishby: JennifersizaPlatform: Wattpad

Temptation was all it took to banish Eve from the Garden of Eden. And it was temptation that led Jimin on his little adventure into the darkest parts of Seoul. His apple was Yoongi and although he tried to be a good boy, and stay on the right path – it didn’t take long for him to accept the fact he would eat his apple of temptation every time it was presented to him. And he would do it willingly and happily. Or Sweet High School teacher Jimin marries scary Mafia Boss Yoongi and this is the tale of their unconventional domestic life. STOP POSTING THIS ONTO OTHER WEBSITES LIKE WATPAD I DON’T EVER GIVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY STORIES.

"You're really into him," Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance's face is on fire. Hunk is killing him. "Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would've mowed his ass like grass. That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife." Or: Lance is badly injured and has a few skeletons in his closet. Or maybe just the one.

Jimin is a brownie. There's a lot that comes with the job description-- fixing clothes, keeping the household up and running, tending cattle. And all that would be fine and dandy, if only Jimin liked his work. (He doesn't.) Jeongguk is a Nightmare. Literally and figuratively. When Jimin loses his job and gets reassigned to keep Jeongguk's manor running, Jimin isn't afraid in the slightest. It doesn't matter that Jeongguk's rumored to be eccentric, brash, and cold because Jimin has a job to do, and then he'll be onto the next mind-numbing assignment. It's going to be fine. And then Jimin actually meets him. The reality is so much worse.

"You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole." Jeon Jeongguk's, a successful underground fighter, life collides with the damaged, vulnerable stripper Park Jimin who needs training on how to fight and defend himself against his clients. Jeongguk is the perfect candidate for the job.

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek. He looked extremely displeased.

It's October, the time of monsters and sexy costumes so i decided to write a few monster fucker fics. Spoiler alert: I'm still going to be writing this after October. I AM NOT taking requests at the moment. If you make a request it WILL be IGNORED

During a hunt a teenage Dean is taken by a pack of Hellhounds. The worst part is, he likes it.

Jungkook struggled to find a job because he was an Omega. He knew he could score a good job with his skills, and was frustrated no one would take him seriously. He didn’t want to give up his independence, to mate with an Alpha or join a pack in order to be supported by others, and for that he needed a job.Enter BigHit, BigHit's CEO Kim Namjoon, and through him, a pack of six men he can't resist. Spanish Translation here

Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal 'red heat', he'll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering. When Levi's fist sounded out against the wood, the Alpha did not open it right away. Leaned into it, pressing his forehead against the smooth surface. Felt the pull of the Omega on the other side, just as he had that first day in the shelter. A whole new kind of gravity that tugged him not down to the earth but straight towards Levi. The laws of the universe shifting to bring them closer together, and Eren could not resist their inevitability.

When a freak accident sends Marinette into critical condition, the only thing she can think about is Chat Noir. She wasn't going to make it and someone had to tell him. Otherwise, he'd never know what had happened to her--why his lady had never returned. And, as it just so happens, Adrien is there with her near the end, so she decides that he can take the message to Chat just as well as anyone. No character death, I promise.

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be.--Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

The 'Reader' character is named during the course of the fic, utilizing some of the thematic elements of the game itself. She is actually an OC, so please take that into consideration before reading. Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets. After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning. ACT One: (The Underground) Chapters 1-70 --- 171,021 WordsACT Two: (The Surface) Chapters 71-180 --- 303,988 WordsACT Three: (The Font) Chapters 181-??? (All smut chapters include warnings. Current number: 9)

“You—” Tsukauchi was aghast. “You jumped on the most wanted man in Japan?” “Yeah.” Midoriya flushed. “Not, uh. Not my best idea." — Midoriya Izuku has a run in with Stain that will change both of their lives forever. As well as possibly the entirety of Japan's justice system. Featuring Stain as a not-so-bad guy and plenty of tried pseudo-dads for Izuku to give headaches.

That awkward moment when you have phone sex with your childhood best friend and neither of you realize who is on the other end. A love story.

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.