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When she awoke to a new life in Westeros, Ursula Mires nearly did the smart thing. Only a year away from becoming sworn to the Faith as a septa and being free to live in relative comfort and safety in one of the more prestigious Reach cloisters, she was content with her lot in life. Her advice, slowly fed to her father over many years, had enabled her family to survive the Dance and rise in station. House Mires had its legacy secured, until tragedy struck early that winter. Now Ursula is heir to a floundering House she does not want, in a war-torn land that she must drag out of the mud. Many ladies are in her position in what maesters would later call ‘the winter of widows’. Only Ursula knows what is coming next, and she’s not sure if her house will survive it.

Daichi added Sugar, Asahi, noya, Kageyama, Bird Boy, no shit-a, buddha but better, Gucci and Tsukishima to the chat Daichi changed the chat name to Karasuno Volleyball Club Daichi: Alright, so I’m getting seriously tired of messaging you individually with information and such, so here’s a group chat.Asahi: Oh noSugar: Daichi what have you donenoya: NICEbuddha but better: hell yeAHBird Boy: !!!!!!!!!!Tsukishima: This looks like the beginning of a headache

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A fallen prince is found on the shore of the God's Eye lake just as the region's new overlord arrives at the nearby cursed castle with his natural daughter. Together, the three will scheme to restore a dead house and seek vengeance against those that should be, but it will be a long and perilous journey to gain the friends necessary to achieve their goals, while questioning if those they've considered friends from the start can truly be trusted. Fan praise for Sing the Sun in Flight:-I freaking love this!!! I would hit kudos thousands of times.-Did I ever think I needed a Sansa/Aemond fic? No! Does your fantastic writing tell me I absolutely do? Yes!-I absolutely love how you write Sansa and aemond! You’re such a talented author!! I’m a fan!-This story is so freaking good! Addictive even.-I love what a good writer can do with all the delicious opportunities the world of GRRM creates!!!!-Kudos to your skill at making internal and external dialogue both entertaining and plot moving-I was super sceptical about this ship, but I'm loving this story so far, as I always do with your fics.-The AU I didn’t know I needed!!!

Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why. Or: Yuuri and Viktor try and fail to keep their relationship on the lie low. (Yuuri tries for a while, but having a clingy husband makes things 10x harder.) Everyone's suspicious, and really, Yuuri just wants to go back and have some semblance of peace back in his life, damn it.

”I... I don’t get it, Sukuna.” He then leaned away just a bit more and used his sleeve to wipe away the few stray tears. Sukuna smirked, showing a sliver of his teeth. ”What, how I did it? Frankly speaking, brat, I don’t think you would understand even if I explained it.” When in doubt; act vaguely mean. Just don’t overdo it. ”Heh, I probably wouldn’t, yeah.” The teen once again turned to look at Sukuna’s face. The weird intensity of his stare honestly freaked the curse out a bit, though of course only on the inside. ”But no, what I don’t get is,” Yuji paused for a moment, almost as if thinking of not saying what he planned on saying. Then, his face grew determined, and he began again. "What I don’t get is why you pretend to be evil.” Sukuna’s smirk faded completely as he froze, for but a fraction of a second, thinking What? Or; Sukuna does something undeniably kind. Yuji goes looking for answers.

Stannis keeps scaring all his nurses away. Robert asks Ned for help. He sends Sansa.

Five times Keith gets distracted by Lance's waist and one time it happens the other way around; needless to say, it's not always entirely convenient.

“Yeah, that’s me. Twenty-eight years old, but still me.” “Huh. You’re… alive.” “Did you think I wouldn’t make it?” An embarrassed shrug. “Kinda.” Fair. Dazai smiles melancholically. If not for Mio, perhaps he never would have made it indeed. Wanting to die and ending up nurturing life is a strange plot-twist, to say the least. From messy lovers in their early twenties to strangers, Dazai and Chuuya meet again at twenty-eight. Or: Dazai is a dad — his daughter is his second chance at life, and perhaps he'll be so lucky to have a second chance at love too. Arts made for the fic here and here

Those painful cries may be the last thing he hears, but his last thoughts are a different matter altogether. ‘Damn it, I couldn’t see my Taoist Hyung-nim’s waist before I die. Fuck, what a disappointment.’ … Tang Bo’s obsession with Cheong Myeong’s unfairly slim waist seems to have gotten a little out of hand. In which Tang Bo reincarnates, obsesses over Cheong Myeong's waist, and gains the ire of literally everyone.

You help Dan Heng when he goes through his heat cycle

“You deserve only the best, Habibi,” Talia had told him. “You are a Prince. You deserve a mate who would give you the world if you asked.” Damian ignored all of the wandering eyes who wished just for a glimpse of his attention. He didn't want them. He wanted Tim. He wanted the smart, charismatic and admired alpha to be his. The teen wasn’t blind. He knew he wasn’t the only unbonded omega in Gotham who was set on Tim. He was even sure some people in the superhero community were attracted to Red Robin as well. It grated on his nerves, because none of them were befitting. Damian was an omega of outstanding talent and breed—his parents were physically attractive, powerful and strong–willed. He’d inherited the best genes of both. He’d lived with Tim, seen him at his worst and best, learned what made him happy and what made him tick, knew the way his thoughts worked. Who would ever dare to compete with Damian?

“Interesting, interesting. Brave enough to be in Gryffindor, loyal enough to make Helga proud and cunning enough to be a wonderful addition for Slytherin. Where should you go?” “Ravenclaw.” ~ Alternatively how Percy’s sorting goes cause he’s a menace and refuses to make things easy

“First of all,” Chan sighs, the bags under his eyes revealing how exhausted he is, “I’m glad none of you are injured.” “I have a bruise on my shin,” Jeongin chirps, just to be helpful. He immediately regrets it when he sees the overflowing worry on Jisung’s face and the way Hyunjin looks like he’s about to have a stroke. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine,” He immediately amends. “You,” Changbin seems torn between praising Jeongin or scolding him, “Roundhouse kicked him in the crotch.” He accusingly points to wide-eyed Felix next, “And you swung him around like you were playing helicopter and he was the skipping rope.” Changbin flits his eyes to Seungmin, sees the smile of no regrets, and weakly buries his face in his hands, “I don’t even want to think about what you did.” Minho winces, scrolling through his phone, “We’re viral. We’re so, so viral.” (Or, BokSeungAh, and their tendency to be badass when the hyungs aren’t there to stop them.)