minor violence

When the enigma named Harry Potter stumbled into his world, Tom couldn't have been more unimpressed. That’s not about to stop Harry from adopting him and changing both of their lives. Harry's mission to stop a future Dark Lord’s murder spree and return to a better future and Tom’s pursuit to rule the world and achieve immortality inevitably clashes, and they’ll end up changing the world together. Hopefully, in Harry’s favor. ∞∞∞ Tom raised his head from his book as a distant feeling crept upon him. As if the air was crackling, pulsing with the chimes of a clock tower somewhere, signaling the start of—of something new, he didn't know. The thrum of energy surged in him, an urgency rising that moved him to leave his room, to peer out the age-tinted-yellow window at the end of the hall where he could see the front gates of the orphanage. A blurred shape of a man stumbled onto the threshold with the grace of a drunkard.

Stiles is a first-class citizen of the Kingdom. He’s held in the highest regard and treated as a precious doll. Stiles thinks he’s a prisoner. He’s watched every waking and sleeping moment of the day to make sure he maintains the proper decorum of an Omega. When he’s gifted to Alpha Lord Hale, he thinks his days of a lonely, lustful Omega are over. But there’s nothing ‘sexy’ about his marriage, not when the sex is observed. It’s a function to further an elite bloodline. It’s a ritual—The Ritual—with privacy sheets and attendants who witness the pathetic joining between an Alpha and his Omega. Stiles is destined to never feel a hard cock in his hand, not even his own. He’ll never have an orgasm and never have that aching emptiness deep within him filled. Or will he? 😉COMPLETE!

Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.

On an unsuspecting night, a certain someone Jing Yuan had thought had long forgotten him returned with an odd request. That fateful night marked the beginning of a cycle of remembrance and oblivion; love and ruin, joy and sorrow.And Jing Yuan accepts it. Cherishes it. He held it with a lover's embrace--even if he knows that it will be his undoing.

Rule number 3: Never stay in the mornings.- It’s safe today. But as every rule, there are exceptions: - Take Kacchan’s coffee and food, or he will bitch about it the entire day.- Kiss them goodbye, or Shouto will call every hour demanding one.- Send a text as soon as his shift starts and another one when it ends, or they will call the agency demanding to know where he is. Or... Between the nightmares and his non relationship with number one Japan’s couple Katsuki and Shouto, Pro Hero Izuku just wants to follow his rules and get a good fucking sleep, is that so hard?

“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.)

Blade and Dan Heng were reincarnated at the same time. It was supposed to be a new beginning for the two of them. A fresh start. And yet, Blade remembered everything. His past. His old friends. Dan Feng, who had died next to him long ago. The sound of his laughter and the crystal shade of green of his eyes. Every single thing was etched into his memory like a curse. Blade also remembered how ridiculously in love he was with him. And that still hadn’t changed.

Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder. “What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself. Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."

“I’m pregnant.”There is a long pause.“You shouldn’t have.” Jeongguk says as the words pours like there were dry leaves milled between them –the loudness of the september rain pouring down is not sharper than his big, doe eyes as he looks at the faded body in front of him. “You shouldn’t.”“I know,” Seokjin hiccups. He can feel the shame and it crushes him like someone just punched him in the guts, so he hugs himself to take the pain away. “I’m sorry.” OR... Jeongguk is a married man. Not with Seokjin.