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To solidify the Accords signed between humans, warlocks and dragonborns, Taehyung is set to marry the heir of the most prominent human dynasty: Jeon Jungkook. Everything would be fine for Taehyung if Jungkook was not: 1) human, 2) such a damn brat, and 3) hiding so many secrets. However, a sinister event threatens the tentative peace and dragonborns as a whole. Nothing is what it seems to be, and Taehyung and Jungkook will have to work together to find the cure to a growing tragedy. OR Taehyung regrets his life choices as he accepts an arranged marriage with a brazen human prince who loves to push every single one of Taehyung's buttons. Jungkook, on the other hand, basks in his newfound freedom.

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

Tobirama is willing to give absolutely anything for Hashirama and his dream.

When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.

Charlie Morningstar, ever the ray of sunshine, asks Alastor to find out what's going on with Lucifer. Alastor takes to the task with gusto. Lucifer hates every second of it.

When Jungkook’s family is framed for the assassination of their king, he must escape into the neighboring kingdom of Sanha—the sworn enemy of his people. With nothing left to his name, he erases his identity and poses as a beta exile from the wild lands in order to start his life over. He knows that one day he must either clear his family’s name to return home or go overseas and leave his past behind entirely. What he doesn’t expect is for the crown prince of Sanha, Park Jimin—a cruel dictator, according to the propaganda in Jungkook’s homeland—to take a particular, and concerning, interest in him.

After wishing on a star, Jisung develops the bizarre ability to see "lust gauges" of the people around him, displaying the current arousal levels of their owners. As if that weren't strange enough, his best friend Minho's gauge is always filled to the brim despite him being one of the most calm and collected people Jisung knows. Is something wrong with his new power, or is Minho seriously that horny? Jisung figures he should take matters into his own hands―literally―before Minho's unhinged lust becomes a serious problem. Other problems arise, like worrying over Minho so much he has no time to use his new power to score himself a girlfriend. That, and the complicated feelings that inevitably come with the territory of sleeping with his best friend.

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There's just no way Derek Hale is human.***“I was wondering if you're even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it's ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It's unfair for us. I mean, it's obvious you work out, and I don't, so that could be why, but like...I was just wondering if you were human, that's all.” “Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—” “Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can't threaten him with shit.

Keith is Altea High’s star athlete. And Lance, a wily reporter for the school newspaper, is crushing hard. The only problem? They’ve never actually met before. So when Lance decides to broadcast his long-hidden feelings in an explicitly romantic exposé, he ends up accidentally sparking a school-wide epidemic. Suddenly the entire student body is in on the drama, but are words truly enough to win over the school’s enigmatic heartthrob?

With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses) NOTE: AS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS FIC IS MEANT TO BE READ AS A COMPANION TO THE ORIGINAL AND THE ORIGINAL HAS SINCE BEEN TAKEN OFFLINE, THIS FIC IS UNFORTUNATELY INCOMPLETE. I AM WORKING TO FIX IT. THIS NOTE WILL BE REMOVED WHEN THE REWRITES ARE FINISHED AND POSTED.

"Who knows?" Luke darted a faint smile at Ben and Rey as they stewed in silence and disbelief. "The two of you might even learn to get along. Right, Leia?" "Like a house on fire," the General deadpanned. "Complete with screams, flames, and people running for safety." "Indeed." Luke's blue eyes twinkled. "There may be no survivors."

Desperate to find an alpha to help with their upcoming heats, Kaveh and Tighnari make a spontaneous decision: hiring two one-star service alphas to help them out. Little do they know that this arrangement would give them far more than they ever expected- a mate for life.

When Ed gets stuck behind the same slow driver for a long stretch of his road trip through the Pacific Northwest, that's one thing. When he finds himself at the same rest stop as the offending driver, it's quite another. This Stede guy is a bit of a lunatic. But when Ed crosses paths with him again several days later, this time stranded on the side of the highway and in need of some assistance, Ed winds up on a slightly different road trip than the one he'd planned to take—with a man he absolutely doesn't plan to fall in love with. Clearly, plans change.

Draco defects to the Resistance. His Dark Mark is gone, he renounces Occlumency, the deadness abates. And mysteries intrigue him. Granger is such a mystery. A dark, magnificent, awe-inspiring one. [Wartime AU. Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Slow Burn.]

This is a collection of fics I’ve written on my tumblr, Starfins. Requests are open! [under construction]

A memory of flames licking at the pillars of the throne room on the ancestral plane, N’Jadaka’s mouth curled in a mocking sneer, filled Shuri’s memory. Fire and earth. “You were happy to die at my hands,” she echoed, the skin on her arms pebbling as a shiver ran through her. “Yes. But I only wished for one thing, and I had not gotten it before my death. So I was glad you showed mercy in the end.” “And what did you wish for?” Shuri asked, advancing on him from the bed. “Your people swimming up the river to break Wakanda’s borders? An empire of blood against all other nations in the world?” “I wished,” said Namor very quietly, watching her and not moving, “to hear you say my name.” ____________________ Shuri, who has given up the throne of Wakanda, has a lot of time to think in Haiti about the future of Wakanda. Fortunately, someone else is more than happy to offer some assistance, but when new developments arise, she and Namor of Talokan must forge a tentative alliance while navigating a more treacherous sea than either of them expected.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Naruto’s voice is small, somewhat shy. “This is… just between us, right? So… noone knows about this.” Written, like all of my stories, for deep self-therapeutic reasons.

“Only a hug, brother?”Thor stares.Loki stares back, gives the stopper a gentle toss. It sparkles briefly in the air before he catches it again. “There isn’t anything else you’d like to give me? Nothing you’d like to say? Because”—he spreads his arms and smiles invitingly, both hands suddenly empty—“here I am.” --- No plot. Just one long squelchy, sloppy, salacious sex scene between siblings. That's it. That's all it is. I'm sorry.

The silhouette is backlit from the headlights on the Mini Cooper and he’s maybe hit his head harder than he thought because it almost looks like… “Merlin?” And Merlin feels as though his heart is exploding in his chest because that voice and his real name and as he looks up...the golden hair reflected in the light from the car. Arthur Pendragon is standing, completely starkers, in the middle of the road leading up to Lake Avalon.

Something finally comes of Harry's embarrassing crush on Malfoy. (Well, two somethings. Someones. Whatever. Also all of Harry's friends are terrible.)