honda hiroto | tristan taylor/otogi ryuuji | duke devlin

Red Chaos was the name the world had bestowed upon him, and Dream had laughed as he dragged Tommy down against his chest in a rough sprawl back against the couch, squeezing him tight after their first official mission together. Tommy had done good and Dream had been proud. - Siren shifts, a look Tommy can’t be bothered to understand flashing briefly before his shoulders roll into a shrug. “You saved my life.” I know, Tommy thinks, lips drawing back in an ugly grimace. It ruined mine. - The morning paper lies discarded on the couch beside him with black bold headlines: RED CHAOS: HERO OR VILLAIN?

“Something has been stolen from us,” Thanatos said, his wings puffing up as he spoke. “Something that is very important to us. And we are fairly certain that the person who stole this thing of ours is in this very crowd.” Dream tensed beside Tommy as the crowd broke out into murmurs. Eyes were darting towards the different heroes in the crowd, the benefactors no doubt assuming that the culprit had to be a hero. “Like we said, we haven’t crashed your party to cause trouble. But we want this thing returned to us, and we won’t hesitate to take extreme measures to get what we want.” or, Tommy was a lot of things: a newly debuted hero sidekick, an amnesiac, and a former kidnapping victim of the Syndicate. Tommy didn't actually remember that last one though. That was just what Dream told him. Only weeks after his hero debut, the Syndicate announces they are searching for something, and Tommy knows it has to be him. The scariest part? If they find him, Tommy will have no clue what to expect, because the Syndicate might know him, but he has no memories of them. So he can't let them find him. No matter what. Of course they end up finding him anyway.

A secret hidden right under their noses. A young Jon Snow realises his worth in the world and vows to make something of himself. People always did wonder what unknowns existed west of Westeros....

It's a dark coil of anger deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was the root, the catalyst, the trigger for their family's downward spiral. It did happen - he reminds himself harshly. He can't forget that, even if time has actually reset itself. Todoroki Enji gets a second chance. It's up to him to see what he can do with it.

There's a quote that comes to mind: “Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he could be, and he will become what he should be.” If they'd been smart, the citizens of Konoha would have realized this. If you call a boy a monster, then a monster he shall be. Natsume has a head full of a past life's knowledge and the sinking realization that in this world, no one will step up to protect him and Naruto. So he learns to do it himself, even if it means staining his hands so Naruto can keep his clean.

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed." "Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?" "Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before. In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

"Please consider what I’m about to say. Think of it as you return to your mother. You must put as much thought into it as you can. Will you? Please, promise me you will.” “Yes! Whatever it is, I’ll consider it.” “Eventually Lord Hades will have mercy upon you. He will. I know that must sound strange—the most severe of the gods showing mercy where his kindred won’t—but it’s the truth. The Olympians are more… unreliable. The only way I can see to protect the Underworld and in turn you and your mother is this: Bind yourself to me.” His hands tremble. He brushes his thumb along the crook of Zag’s throat, so very sweet, even when he’s rigid with tension. “Wed me.” Raised by his mother far away from both Olympus and the Underworld, a strange series of events leads Zagreus to meeting a faceless, nameless Chthonic god.

Dream didn't know what came over him, he wanted some time to think. Some time turned to days and thinking turned to building a nice home. Days turned to weeks and the home is bigger and cozier now. Weeks turned to years and it's been a while since Dream has seen his friends. Still, they're definitely living a more peaceful life now that he's gone, right? (Or, Dream left and started a cottagecore after the L'manberg Revolution and a Dreamon took his spot and the plot continues as it does in canon. Except, we have a Dream who likes to stay in his cottage and help his injured friends without telling them who he is, exactly)

To anyone looking in from the outside, Professor Park Jimin seems to have it all—the brains, the looks, the career. What more does he need? But he feels inert, like life has no excitement in store for him. Nothing to look forward to and nothing awaiting him. Until Jeon Jungkook, his student and the captain of the university’s soccer team, walks into his life and turns his entire world upside down.

Letters from his deceased cousin caused Draco to realize that he had choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.

"good afternoon," jeongguk says. "do you have a few moments to listen to the word of god?" the young man in front of him crosses his arms, tilts his head in thought. "depends...what's he saying these days?" (jeongguk spends the final days before the rapture trying to turn lost souls to the word of god and comes across seokjin who challenges all of his beliefs).

They left town the day after and Dean never knew how to feel about that librarian. Then or ten years later, Dean didn’t know if it had been a horrible molestation that led him down the path of depravity to self-medicate or if it had been a glorious awakening that let him become who he really was. It depended on the day mostly.

Clarke hasn't seen him in years. Now they'll reconnect in a way she never would have expected... Clarke is new to this avenue of pleasure, Bellamy isn't. Who better to guide her through this journey of self-discovery? And maybe Bellamy has a few things to learn about himself. (Modern AU) Or, Bellamy and Clarke's exploration into a unique kind of relationship, based on deep trust and respect. Winner of Best WIP in the 2016 Bellarke Fanfiction Awards The smut starts tame and kink builds gradually. This is all a gentle introduction to an oft-misunderstood lifestyle, depicted through a healthy, trust-based, loving relationship. Think it's not your thing? Give it a shot - you might be surprised!I've been told to start marketing this as the Anti-50 Shades of Grey. That is accurate.Ch. 57: I know you've thought about it"So, have you given any thought to Roan's... suggestion?"

The thought of being with a woman had once seemed impossible to Agatha Harkness—a door locked tightly and never to be opened. After all, she was 48 years old, for Christ’s sake. Then Rio Vidal, a first-year associate, strode into her perfectly controlled life and blew Agatha’s closet door off its damn hinges without so much as a warning.

Alpha Min Yoongi is sadly betrothed to the eldest of the Park daughters. Instead he ends up with their only son, Omega Jimin, who arrives at the wedding in disguise as his sister so she could escape with her real love — it goes farther than planned and the two end up actually married, despite Jimin's belief that he is undesirable as a partner for being Omega born.

Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he's absolutely sure, one: he's not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin.

As Connor struggles to comprehend his newly found emotions he learns what it means to be human as Hank guides him along his journey of self-discovery as his deviancy evolves him into something more than a machine. Connor is far from indestructible and his impulsive, selfless nature to accomplish his mission will be the death of him... or Hank! How many different ways can one android injure himself, get sick or worry his partner into an early grave as he learns what it means to be a deviant, to be free and to be alive.

Lexa was everything Clarke shouldn't want. She was getting married in a couple of months, she shouldn't even be looking her direction. But she wanted a tattoo, her first tattoo and she was immediately drawn to the tattoo artist. Her mother would have a cow and the whole farm if she knew Clarke was having doubts about calling off the wedding. Finn was rich, smart and handsome but Lexa was so much more.

Zeke gets more than he bargained for when he agrees to teach one of his little brother’s friends about the birds and the bees.

Now, though, Adora was on top of her, and her chest heaved in a way that was decidedly not sleepy. She pleaded with Catra with her eyes, then her words, “Please, I just-” before cutting off, not knowing what to even ask for.

Jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or Ouija boards work. He assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. Something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. Or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the Macarena. That's how Jeongguk knows that this is a prank. That's how he knows that the boy sitting on his bed claiming to be an incubus is lying.