hallucinogens

In another universe, Uchiha Ren arranges a marriage for his son and inadvertently changes the fate of the entire clan.ORAn extremely self-indulgent slow burn Shisui/OC fic in which a woman reborn as a sickly Uchiha girl discovers that this Sharingan thing that everyone raves about isn’t a superpower, it’s a damned congenital disease.

They managed to win the game somehow. He's not really sure of the details, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. He's stuck in an unfamiliar body with a thirteen year old little brother who's terrified of him. Somehow, he is sure this is his fault.

“That’s a damn shame,” Tony says, voice practically dripping with insincerity. He has zero interest in playing whatever party game Wilson’s come up with in order to try and boost team morale. Tony already knows how well that particular situation would likely play out if he was involved. “They engaged in the game known as Secret Santa,” FRIDAY keeps going. “Since you were not available the last name in the pot was to be assigned to you automatically.” “Of course it was,” Tony waves a hand absently in the air around him. “Look FRI you can pick whatever for whoever I’m getting saddled with and be done with it. Just … throw some money at them or something. I don’t actually care.” “Actually, Boss,” FRIDAY cuts in. “I believe you’re going to want to handle this one on your own.”

In pursuit of an ornate treasure chest hidden within the depths of a forgotten cave, truth-magic stirs a confession out of you in the presence of company you'd rather have avoided.

“What is your problem, Potter?” he forced out, not comfortable with the proximity at all, not yet.“‘You’ are my problem,” he murmured, fingers lazily playing with the short strands on Draco’s nape and Draco, just for a fraction of a second, leaned into it, eyes slipping shut. “Stop running away, Draco.” And even in that barely articulate state Harry sounded so sure and gentle that Draco wanted to obey, to stop running. He really did. But the trouble was that he didn’t know how, not yet. Just another eighth year tale where Harry is obsessed in more ways than before, Hermione doesn’t know it all for once but Ron does and so does everyone else truth be told, Blaise is too fucking cryptic and Draco just wants to be alone and smoke his cigarettes in peace. Besides, it’s all Ginny’s fault, of course. Maybe Pansy can sort that out or .......make it worse?