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Could the universe be kind enough, so that Tommy could get a damn break from the mess that is his life? Please? Just for one day. --- Okay, so maybe coming to the interview with a few broken ribs was a bad idea, but what choice did he have? Just not come and keep on being unemployed? Several bad things could happen during his interview, given the circumstances. There was an AI in the building designed by Vulcan which not only kept unwanted people from getting in, it scanned people for any unauthorized weapons or injuries. There was also the problem with his illegal documents since he wasn't an actual adult. But the biggest risk is that the job is at a hero organization. And he's a vigilante. Which are highly illegal. --- or, yet another vigilante tommy au... except this time, there is at least one brain cell (you can figure out who has it)

Stiles' sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic".Derek is the fool who replies.

A woman is kidnapped and held captive in a basement. This won't end well, and there'll be a lot of pain before it's over. (An elaborate, kinky rape fantasy.)

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life. OR Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter's relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

Tim is good at galas. No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this. --- Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers, most of which are unplanned. Featuring pre-teen Tim, Alive!Jason, and a whole lot of hurt/comfort.

Rumor has it that a figure in Yokohama’s underground scene is holding a contest. The top-voted street racer wins a free enrollment into the next Formula 3 season, all the way in California. They might as well be handing out a one-way ticket to the F1 roster, and all the fame, glory, and money that comes with it. The entire city’s confident that the best driver that the circuit’s known in decades, Dazai Osamu—street name: McQueen, will win the opportunity. That is, until a redheaded rookie known by the name of Prince shows up on his streets. Translations available here.

Prince Theseus, a child of blonde and blue, a child of isolation and a crave for touch. He's the youngest in the Royal Family, and somehow the most forgotten. The most neglected. The most alone. Tucked away in his tower, the young prince watches the world move on without him, watches his family welcome two new princes into their arms, and yet reject him when he cries desperately from nightmares or shivers from a painful wound. "Wilby?" The child had murmured, all curious and hesitant at once. He was tucked in his older brother's lap, watching as his other sibling sparred with their father. "We'll always be together, right? Forever and ever?" Wilbur smiled. "Of course, Tommy. Forever and ever." The Hanahaki rising in young Theseus' throat says otherwise.

His comm crackles to life. “RR’s suit is in a pile on the floor,” Jason says, voice grim. “But no sign of him. Something bad must’ve happened if he ditched it all.” “I wouldn’t say it’s bad, per se,” Dick replies, gazing down at the kid nestled against his chest. Now that he’s looking properly, he can see hints of his little brother in those small features. “But at least I can confidently say that he’s not dead.” Or: Tim gets de-aged to four. Dick takes care of him.

Set during Deathly Hallows, Ginny makes a deal with Professor Slughorn and lives to regret it.

Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being. It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

Having a gift doubled wasn’t the plan… The family throwing the 5 year old out wasn’t the plan… And taking care of said 5 year old who also has the same gift as him wasn’t the plan… Or An AU where Mirabel was also granted the gift of seeing into the future :)

After Sukuna destroyed your Village, you’re on your way to find a new purpose of your life in his shrine. How will serving the King of Curses play out for you? - Please - read the tags before reading this story!!Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents regarding my OC’s are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.All Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to Gege Akutami.

Izuku found his Quirk. Who knew Kacchan’s advice could be so useful? Or: Midoriya Izuku is going to be a hero. He is going to die trying.

In a world where an alpha’s aggression can sky-rocket without the proper intervention, a mutually beneficial relationship between alphas and omegas continues in modern day: platonic breastfeeding. This exchange provides omegas with the physical relief of unending milk supplies, protection, and calming endorphins. Alphas get nutrients, aggression-reducing hormones, and emotional bonding with omegas. For most of society, this interdependent system works well with mothers, mates, and various omega milk services catering to alphas at every level. Unfortunately, UA has more alphas than omegas enrolled - and once the entire student body is forced to live in the dorms away from their families, some alphas start to get a bit thirsty. Katsuki Bakugou, the sole omega hero course student, finds himself struggling to find a balance. With supply low and demand high, can he find a way to give into his natural instincts without getting milked dry? --Or, omega!Katsuki breastfeeds all the alphas in his life as part of a mutually beneficial arrangement to keep temperaments and hormones in check. AKA: The platonic breastfeeding Bakubowl (dkbk endgame) no one asked for.

A wrist was pressed against his mouth. “Drink,” Technoblade said into his ear, and any lingering hope that he might just kill him here or better yet just let him die from his injuries instead of dragging him back to their sire withered away. Tommy kept his mouth shut. “Drink, now, or you’re going to die.” Scorned fledglings either had a sympathetic adult vampire take them on as a substitute sire or died. The first was not an option for Tommy. Everyone knew the moment he managed to wiggle out of the cruel grip of his own sire that helping him was a death sentence. In fact, coming face to face with any vampire meant getting dragged back to those who'd laid claim to his blood. Few wanted to go against the Sleepy Coven; all wanted to gain favor with them. His fate was to die on the street at best. At worst... well, that's why he’d ran. Yet, he ended up blessed by circumstance (for once) with a third option curtesy of his best friend Tubbo whose hands were stained with magic and who was willing to do what was necessary to keep him alive, bloodsucker or not. (I adore all of the Dark SBI vampire fics, but I'm also a wimp, so I want it to all be a horrible misunderstanding and for them to all hug at the end.)

In 1965, Voldemort became Minister for Magic. In 1968, the leadership of the Order of the Phoenix was destroyed, the remnants of the terrorist organisation driven underground. By 1970, all was well in Great Britain. The year is 1984. Sirius Black has just turned 25. He's rich, he's powerful, and most importantly--he's bored. But all of that is about to change. 8/24/23PLEASE DON'T POST MY FICS ON GOODREADS/STORYGRAPHS/ETC. PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER SITES. PLEASE DON'T PRINT OR BIND MY WORKS USING THIRD PARTY SITES THAT MAKE A PROFIT - DO IT BY HAND OR NOT AT ALL. DO NOT SELL BOUND COPIES OF MY FICS.

"Tony you shouldn't be working yourself up right now, this isn't the best time-" Sam says, trying to soothe but Tony isn't having it, he feels the snarl conquer his face. "No? No this is the best time!" Tony screams out, voice already hoarse, vocal cords already straining, "No more explanations or 'But Tony you don't understand'." He twists violently to glare at Steve, a fist by his side and a finger pointing dangerously close to the super soldier's chest, "You, oh you arrogant piece of shit, you were going to sign the Accords!" At that Sam pulls back, his gaze traveling to Steve and his brows furrowing, Bucky's as well. "I told you amendments were more than possible, and, and I delivered! I told you Bucky would be transferred to an American psych ward for therapy, to get help! I offered to legalize everything you did to get Bucky, both you and Sam!" Sam takes a step back, a gruff noise escaping his throat. Steve won't look at him, he can't rip his gaze away from Tony.

AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

You know those stories where the team wishes Tony didn't exist and they end up transported to a world where he doesn't, and then they come back with a complete change of heart? Yeah, this is what happens afterwards: when the team suddenly starts appreciating a very confused Tony.

After Aang is killed by Ozai, the world is thrown out of balance. Dying from the lightning wound that Azula gave him, Zuko is sent back in time to fix things. He wakes up the night before his first Agni Kai, and every time he dies the loop resets.