Senju Hashirama

“The first group I sent over made the Avengers uncomfortable by thanking them constantly and asking for autographs. The next group stole things to sell on ebay. The group after that didn’t even get through the front door because Stark’s security system found something in their background that we missed. The fourth group left traumatized after cleaning out Thor’s room, apparently the god had some beheaded poultry dripping blood into a bowl in there. Then after that every group I’ve left hasn’t lasted more than three days because of some problem or another. I’m pretty sure one of those assholes has made it a game to scare my workers away.” “I don’t think you’re supposed to call the heroes of New York assholes.” Or, cleaning up after the Avengers involves more than just getting blood stains out of the carpet and most of them can't take the heat. Thankfully the Savior of the Wizarding has spent the last decade cleaning up after Death Eaters, so she's up to the task. Nothing, not pranks, bird corpses, or unidentified slime will keep her from cleaning up. This Fic is now complete!

… It wasn’t that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.) [Has been revised here!]

"Damn, can't believe there's R34 of Hilbert's Hotel"-AO3 user qeveq One night, you fell asleep and dreamed of a strange, infinitely-tall hotel floating in a black void. Inside, the kitsune receptionist tells you that, in this Hotel, you can make love with anyone you want. All you have to do is pick a girl and the receptionist will take you to her room. In Hotel Fantasia, the possibilities are endless.(Please note that this story contains way more characters than listed in the tags. Please read the chapter list to see if there's a specific character you want to read about.) (This is an 18+ story. Requests currently open, but please read the rules:)1: Don't request too many characters.2: No furries, bestiality, futas, genderbends, etc.3. All characters are assumed to be the same age/older than the reader. Don't request an underage character who can't be easily aged up.4. No characters from mods or other fanfiction.)Beside those rules, go ahead and request any female character you want. [Exceptions aren't the rule.] (Next chapter delayed due to circumstances. Sorry!)

The boy's breathing had begun to slow. Finally. Tom's lips twitched and his eyes narrowed maliciously as he crept forward, allowing the charms wrapped around him to dissipate. Anticipation bubbled in his stomach as he imagined fear and shock in those green eyes. Eyes that snapped open the instant Tom's hand touched the frame of the hospital bed. Eyes that burned gold. OR... Harry's an enigma and Tom? Well, Tom has always enjoyed a good riddle.

2012 x 2018 X-over. No knowledge of 2012 needed to read In which Rise!Raph goes full older-sibling over Season 1 2012 boys, so we have our 12!turtles learn healthier communication & ways to express their emotions <3 A Tumblr description I saw and liked: "It's basically Rise!Raph looking at the 12!Turtles and saying: Wow, you guys look like you need an older brother. I'm taking that spot!" Alternatively: In which Rise!Raph can’t get a break from his brothers, not even in a different dimension, and they sort of adopt each other. The family tree is getting harder to explain! No bashing, Rise! and 2012 have different circumstances and upbringing. Please mind the tags! RiseAU & the disclaimer note. TEB Tumblr Masterpost: https://www.tumblr.com/debb987/712897939838779392/teb-masterpost?source=share

Enid became aware that Wednesday was her soulmate after her scent changed. Though she had not planned on telling her -and pushing Wednesday's boundaries once more- Wednesday has always had a way of working things out on her own. But the main clue? Well, that would be Wednesday's sudden love of Enid's multicolor jumper. Heinous.

“I’ll help,” Lan Wangji says. “Hey, Lan Zhan...” Wei Wuxian unfolds his leg and gives his foot a playful kick. “I told you to think about it! This means I’d be here for a long time, taking up your time, your space, your peace. And I can’t pay you! I have nothing of worth to give. It isn’t as simple as-” “I’ll do it,” he says again, more forcefully this time. “You don’t have to give me anything.” Wei Wuxian looks away, hiding a small smile. Doesn’t he know Lan Wangji would do anything for him, by now? Doesn’t he understand that he holds Lan Wangji’s life in his hands? - POST-CQL Wei Wuxian comes back to the Cloud Recesses to ask for Lan Wangji's help with his new golden core.Together, they learn how to communicate, how to ask for things, and how to touch each other. Their relationship develops in between quiet dinners in the Jingshi, meditation sessions, core training and a lot of Lan Juniors speculation on whether or not they're actually together yet.

“You asked the bard to get you porn?” Diluc questioned with a skeptical look on his face. “No!” Aether shouted, waving his hands frantically in front of him. “It’s for…for Paimon!” “WHAT?!” Paimon screamed off the top of her lungs before spinning around to see the pair of crimson eyes narrowing at her while the blue one twinkled with amusement. “No! Paimon would never read these kinds of things! It’s Adeptus Xiao!!” “An adeptus from Liyue wants you two to get porn?” Kaeya arched a fine brow. “This is all for Morax’s sake!” Venti piped up from behind Aether as if that would make the situation any better. "So it is the Geo Archon that wanted the porn?” Aether buried his face into his hands. He should have never taken up on Xiao's request. No, before that, he shouldn't have taken Zhongli's request. This whole mess started when Zhongli confessed to Xiao in the wrong order, starting with sex. Now, it's up to one traveller, one emergency food, and one bard to make things right...by getting Xiao a guide to sexual intercourse (aka porn). 中文翻译 and русский перевод in beginning note

Harry's life revolves entirely around work these days, and he's deeply engrossed in it, as usual, when an urgent fire-call from Ron abruptly turns his world upside down. Apparently, a four-year-old girl with emerald eyes and long black hair has shown up at Ron's shop, claiming to be Harry's daughter and seeking his help to save her papa.

Unexpectedly turned into a cat, Kat falls into Middle-earth with the mission to prevent a death. In a feline form she can only communicate with the elf Legolas - and that he is such an attractive specimen is certainly not helpful...- A fix-it story based on the book version of the Lord of the Rings.

Miles Edgeworth is an expert in many things, but the warmth of another is not one of them. Phoenix has always been a good teacher, though. -aka Miles is touch-starved and Phoenix is ready to change that. Slow-burn, sensual Wrightworth, following their journey from post AA1 till the end of AJ.

"She loved her. It ached within her. When she was younger, it ached in her in the ugliest ways. It made her angry, it made her jealous. She wanted to be the only person in Adora’s hurricane, the only person pulled into the vortex. She was livid when anyone else got close enough to be caught in the wind tunnel. It took the end of the world to realize she was never in Adora’s vortex, as she had once liked to think of it (all consuming, painful, inescapable). There was never any reason to fight or claw or scream for her place within her storm. She was never caught in the wind, swinging out wildly, hands reaching for her, for golden, darling Adora, who Catra had wanted so badly, she was willing to die out in the gale. Needless. Why did it take until now to realize that she wasn’t in the hurricane? She was in the eye. She had always been there." Or: Catra has a praise kink, Adora has a Catra kink, and the both of them are drinking several gallons of WLW juice.

Billy Hargrove is dead. He died in front of everyone. Steve saw it with his own two eyes. They had a funeral for him. Max almost died next to his tombstone. Billy Hargrove is definitely, without a doubt, clearly dead. Deceased. Killed. Gone.So why is he here dragging Steve out of Vecna's house to run? Billy Hargrove, as it turns out, is not dead.

David died, and he died hard. However God or whatever Powers The Be decided to give him a second chance. Come and watch David do the very opposite of what he did the first time! Instead of Borging out he instead decides to become a sneaky shit!

Spring has come for the Village’s inhabitants. Be them animal, human, or eldritch horror. Being the Ladyship’s favourite means you’ll have the honour of carrying her brood. Of course it’s customary for her to catch you first… Or You hope your yearning affections are returned by Lady Dimitrescu, even though you're no more than a sacrificial maiden. Or I tunneled visioned in my desire to write kinky monster fucking nonsense and forgot children are involved in pregnancy situations. The story now concludes with a wholesome and loving family dynamic.

When Hargrove's fist collided with Steve's cheek, he lost his stance, fell back onto his ass, and ended up pulling the fridge door with him. Steve expected another punch, or a kick to the stomach. Everything was quiet—scary quiet. He blinked his eyes open, his head throbbing, as he looked up at Hargrove, who stood before him, his eyes wide and his chest undulating rapidly. Then, Steve’s eyes trailed down to the Demodog, wrapped in the blanket that was now lying on the floor between his legs. Its mouth and body were all exposed. Steve’s breath hitched, and when he looked up, Hargrove was staring at him. "Harrington," Hargrove said, his eyes darkening and his pupils blown wide in disbelief, "what the fuck is that?" ---- A fight, a dead Demodog, and a story of how everyone's life changes the moment Billy Hargrove comes to the Byers' house on that fateful night.

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

5 times Jason Todd/ Red Hood behaved a bit strange and the 1 time the batfamily realized why Jason was acting that way. Or in other words, Jason has a secret and he hasn't told the family yet.

The low lights came back on to show the infamous Silk & Satin. They were hanging suspended from their poles, their bodies upside down and their long legs hooked around the bars of steel, their hair falling down with the tails of their blindfolds and Lan WangJi and Lan XiChen stared. Silk was dressed in a pair of tight leather shorts that were so short all they did was hug his hips exposing a sliver of his firm thighs before long, thigh high leather boots covered the rest ending with sharp stilettos that made his legs look a mile long and Lan WangJi knew dimly he shouldn’t be looking but he couldn’t stop, that wide black blindfold effectively hiding his features, a stark contrast to the man’s scarlet lips. Glancing to the second pole, Satin with his long black braid was dressed identically, his eyes blindfolded and his lips a deep wine red and Lan XiChen swallowed a little dryly as he tried to ground himself. He was certainly not in the business of seeing live strip shows and this pair of dancers? Performers? Lovers? Left him feeling odd and a little uncomfortable in his own skin and he wondered what Satin's eyes would look like under that wide black band.

Garp wasn’t sure what the tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing was, but he figured it would make a good companion for Ace. The problem? I’m that tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing, and I’m actually a growlithe. Figuring out how to live in a new world with new instincts and abilities is interesting to say the least. Ace named me Captain, though I’m often called Cap, or pup, or—well, you get the idea. This is my story—our story—of growing up in the wild forests and jungles of Mt. Corvo, the trash heaps of the Terminal, and the ravines of Dawn Island.___________________________________________________ [PKMN side of things may be inaccurate for story purposes][Chronological drabble/vignette series] [Not an SI]

Draco dies and wakes up to the emerald drapes of the Slytherin dormitory at the end of 5th year. Thus ensues new possibilities, new choices, a new life, and a new romance(?)Featuring fluffy shenanigans, lots of baking, and a hopefully not-so-bad war (fingers crossed). ~・★・~ Or in other words, a somewhat Christmassy canon rewrite fic.~