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Danny’s looking at him like he’s crazy. His hair’s dried up into a mess of waves, and there’s some tomato seeds on the corner of his mouth. “You just bailed me out of jail. And you think this is a good idea?” “I don’t have bad ideas, Fenton. And like you’ve just said, I have collateral on you.” “So you’re blackmailing me into pretending to date you?” Tim shrugs. “Or you could just sign the NDA.” OR Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero.

Kim Taehyung had never coped well when there was an angry alpha around, no matter that he wasn't the object of their fury. Wisely choosing to keep his mouth shut, he ignored the flaring annoyance building up inside of his chest at being treated like a frail and delicate porcelain doll who did not know any better, once again. He was not frail. He was not delicate. He was nowhere near ignorant. "And how do you suggest we do this?" Alpha Jeon asked eventually, suddenly looking old beyond his years when he had correctly grasped that Alpha Kim would not be the first to open his mouth in this conversation. "How else, Alpha Jeon," Alpha Park said easily, an eerie smile taking over her lips as she regarded both Kings with a level look. "Just like we have sealed our alliances with one another, of course."

“Are you a cultivator?” “No,” she says, steadily. “This one doesn’t possess the core for it.” She pauses and raises her eyes to his, so boldly he finds it a little startling. “I believe that I can be of use to the Jiang sect in spite of that, and I have brought a gift to prove it. May I show you?” Fully intrigued now, Jiang Cheng nods. The girl unslings the bundle from her back, unties a couple of straps, and unrolls it on the floor in a smooth motion. Jiang Cheng is on his feet before he even consciously realizes it’s happened, and the reaction murmurs out through the hall. There, on a blanket that belongs on the back of a horse, are five Wen cultivator swords, offered to him by a girl who looks like the word “bumpkin” was invented specifically for her. What the fuck. “Where did you get those?” he asks, instead of asking “What the fuck?” out loud, because that would be unbecoming of his status as sect leader. The girl meets his eyes again, lifts her chin, and says simply, “I killed the men who carried them.” Or: Fan Dingxiang cultivates the swole path. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to handle that.

peter, on the phone: dad i forgot my homework can you drop it off in the seminar hall it's empty don't worry strange: ok strange, walking out of a portal into a hall filled with students: peter, loudly: EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM OWES ME FIVE DOLLARS I TOLD YOU MY DAD WAS A WIZA- (based on a glorious tweet from the "incorrect ironstrange" account that i follow for Reasons)

A few years have passed since the day Sunny moved away... and his confession at that hospital room. Now, Aubrey and Sunny meet again at the local college. They still remember the promise they made long ago to still be friends. But it clearly isn't as easy as just that. Forgiveness and healing take a long time. And a long-forgotten crush might make things harder... But Aubrey and Sunny can't help but try anyways. NOTE: This is a (mostly) canon-compliant fanfic, and while it does keep a lighthearted tone for the most part, the heavy themes present on the game WILL be touched upon, as well as other adult themes and scenarios. Appropiate warnings will be given in the beggining notes of each chapter if they apply. All characters in this fanfic are +18 years old. And if you are going to read this, you should be too.

No one is born to be a legend. Legends are made by the choices that define them. You most certainly weren’t born to be legendary. You were born to be Nothing special at all. It’s only by tragic circumstance that you find yourself on the path of no return, of a vengeance that knows only how to burn. A vengeance that just might make you legendary. But the only way you can get your revenge is by joining the Donquixote family.

Twenty-two-year-old Marinette Agreste was looking forward to the anniversary trip she would be taking with her husband Adrien that weekend. Those plans are derailed when she wakes up in her old bedroom... and she’s seventeen again.

Of all the names Bella Baggins ever held over the course of her long life, of those given to her by the various noble peoples of Middle-earth, or the ones she herself took up for one reason or another, most being altogether too bold for any self-respecting hobbit to claim, her first and favorite was Bright Eyes.

Kaz Brekker’s Mother was Ketterdam. His Father was profit. But Kaz Brekker’s Brother? That was Death. Or, the one where Kaz has been a Corpsewitch all along. (Fic updates weekly, and I try to respond promptly to comments <3) Edit 04/19/24: Apparently I somehow deleted a chapter at some point while editing this fic, so I went back and reposted my backup for that section. The fic is now complete from beginning to end *facepalm*