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Other Half by lovetincture (explicit | 4,387 words | complete)

For the longest time, when they fucked, it was about Itachi, until gradually, it started to be about other things. It was about comfort or it was about rage. It was about the feeling of winning, of cowing the other into submission or about finally letting go. It was about boredom, sometimes, or the violent, consuming need to put hands and mouths on skin, to touch all that you could reach and take all that you could. Somewhere, somehow, it became about love.

part 7 of Shisasu verse

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Into the Wide Blue Yonder by OneEyedRaven (mature | 397,855 words | WIP)

Kakashi gets misplaced in time and taken in by the Uchiha clan during the warring era, thanks to the mysterious one-armed man, Sasuke.

Last updated: 23 DEC 2024

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Why Storms Are Named After People by Naava (mature | 323,885 words | complete)

Reforming a village is a lot harder than Sasuke would have thought, especially with people throwing coups and assassinating Hokages left and right. In other news, half of his team are crushing on him, Sasuke wants nothing to do with feelings, and who knows what Kakashi is thinking behind that mask of his.

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see the world with open eyes by kaumari (teen & up | 16,898 words | complete)

There is a limit to how long one can keep themselves in denial. Tobirama has reached his, and is rapidly starting to wonder how he had ever managed to ignore his attraction to the Uchiha Clan Head in the first place. It doesn't help that every new observation of Madara's competence is doing awful things to his heart, and every day his resolve to wait until the right time for a proper courtship proposal is tested. But if there's one thing Tobirama does well, it's persevere with tenacity and patience. It will all come in due time.

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you with the sea in your eyes (you have the ocean at your fingertips) by SenMiz (unrated | 52,177 words | incomplete)

After finally defeating Kronos, Percy had expected peace, not a flash of molten gold after which she found herself as a twelve year old girl in a village recently reduced to rubble, surrounded by forest and Ancient Greek. A little too much Ancient Greek.

Incomplete, likely abandoned (last updated: 09 JUN 2022). A female Percy Jackson is accepted into the household of King Odysseus, where she finds companionship and trials aplenty.

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For Want of a Ring by MiraculousMage (gen | 14,653 words | complete)

Zelda comes to one realization after another in quick succession, which leaves her with one question: what now? Or: In which Zelda realizes she might already be married.

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A Land Not Mine by theprosefool (explicit | 30,443 words | complete)

He seemed more interested in Shepard’s lips than in finishing his thought, but it didn’t matter because Shepard understood. “Yeah, Kaidan,” he sighed between passionate kisses. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” And that was another lie, really; as desperate as he was to stay at Kaidan’s side, he was headed back in the morning, back to his ship and his fight and his responsibilities. But it was the truth, too, somehow. Some part of him--every part of him that wasn’t Commander Shepard, Spectre, the parts that were just John, those parts would stay with Kaidan. He nearly laughed aloud at the thought. It didn’t matter what he’d accomplished in the Alliance, when it came to Kaidan he was nothing but a sappy farm boy in love.

tfw your degenerate boyfriend keeps fondling your amp jack in public to set off tactical biotic flares

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a simple thing by iridan (explicit | 855,146 words | complete)

Boba Fett likes to be in control. Din Djarin feels more out of control with every passing day. Giving control over to Boba would make both of them happy. Din just doesn't understand why that has to be so complicated.

part 1 of tell me what your heart wants

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Hand on Heart by faith_in_nonsense (mature | 21,342 words | complete)

Geoffrey swallows. “What does sunlight smell like?” he asks. “Warmth, growth, rejuvenation.” Jonathan smiles. “Life.”  Geoffrey must look doubtful, because Jonathan insists.  “It’s true.” He just rolls his eyes fondly at the doctor and lets him go back to dabbing at his scrapes. He’s still smiling while he does it, though. “What is it?” asks Geoffrey. “Sometimes I can smell sunlight on people too,” and now he’s looking through his lashes at Geoffrey and he -  He can feel his heart beating faster and faster. This man, this ridiculous man. 

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The god of scraped knees. by spqr (mature | 8,342 words | complete)

Jaskier’s been pretending to be human for so long now that he hardly remembers what it feels like to be a sorcerer. He doesn’t want to remember what it feels like to be a sorcerer. But people still murmur his name with reverence in certain dim halls; Dandelion, Dandelion, destroyer of worlds.

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Given Not Taken by hobbitdragon (mature | 9,172 words | complete)

“He offered to let me....feed upon him. In small quantities.” Lady Ashbury’s face burst into a grin, and she laughed. “Oh is that all? It is one of the oldest arrangements between humans and vampires, dear sir. The way you looked so put-out, I thought he must have offered something much more questionable than that.” Jonathan merely blinked at her, suppressing the urge to look away or shuffle around. “So that sort of thing is....normal, then, for what we are?” “Of course! You’re a doctor, so you must understand being of service to others. It is a little like that--he is offering you a service that will support your wellbeing.” This time she lifted a single eyebrow at him, her expression suggestive. “If being of service in this way also happens to be quite pleasurable, then so much the better for Edgar, yes?”

In which Jonathan Reid is repressed, Edgar Swansea is a freak, and Reid is somehow surprised by this.

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one foot in sea by the undiagnosable (explicit | 23,541 words | complete)

“Well, that’s a separate issue entirely, isn’t it?” Jaskier says, clearly enthused by being taken on. “Firstly, their choice of bride was someone I didn’t love, and even if I did, I’m opposed to marriage on principle. Would you like to know why?” “No.” “I’ll tell you why,” Jaskier says, and his voice takes on a loftier quality, a hint of a more refined accent as he slips comfortably into rhetoric. He wouldn’t be out of place as a lecturer in an academy somewhere. “Marriage,” he declares, “is a regressive and archaic institution that is by nature oppressive to the mind, body, and soul of everyone involved. It commodifies love and serves as the death of emotion and of passion and of- of adventure, just a sham all around.” Then, recovering his original point, he adds, as an afterthought, “But a sham for which I’m absolutely old enough, if I wanted to be.” “Hm,” Geralt says, then, because he’s never had an overlarge amount of patience with rhetoric, “No.”

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At Your Door by orphan_account (explicit | 25,320 words | complete)

“We are two Purebloods of marrying age, and you were in my flat, with your arm all over me and your stupid Weasley lips on my forehead! My feet were bare! It wasn’t proper! It’s not done!” Draco bellows. Ron stares blankly up at him. And then he bursts out laughing, just at the stupidity of it all. Draco’s nostrils flare, but then he’s grinning, too. He reaches out to place one slender hand over Ron’s, squeezing it as they snicker helplessly like school children. His brows are still all narrow, like he’d love to reach out and smack Ron over his head, but he’s laughing, so maybe it’s not all bad.

Aw, it's cute. In order to fend off Draco's looming arranged marriage, Ron does his buddy a solid and publicly declares his intent to court Draco. Funnily enough, the relationship doesn't stay fake for very long. Friends to (idiots to) lovers ensues.

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lilacs and dandelions by limerental (explicit | 46,861 words | complete)

“The Witcher believes you’re under a spell,” Yennefer said, conversationally, drawing a sip from her tea. “I most certainly am,” said Jaskier to her in a warm drawl that Geralt recognized as the tone of voice he slipped into when flirting and frankly, things needed to start making more sense and fast before he gave into his impulse to do something rash and wholly unhelpful. Namely, chuck himself out the cottage window and into the sea.

Belligerent domesticity. Delicious.

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Peeking behind the Curtain by calrissian18 (mature | 23,495 words | complete)

Draco'd been lost in his head so long that he felt rather wrong-footed when Weasley broke the silence. "Must be bizarre," he said. "Seeing it all happen before it does." Draco offered him a grim smile. "Bizarre. Or unpleasant." Weasley reared back. "You don't like it?" Draco shrugged. "The world's meant to be a mystery." He set Weasley's cup on its saucer. "Having the visions means you get a peek at it but never enough to change anything. There's nothing to do if you don't like what you see." "Like you and Harry," Weasley hazarded. Draco let out a huff of air and smiled down at his knees. "Yeah, like me and Harry."

A genuinely funny read. Includes one of my all-time favorite OCs, Virgil Tibur: Norse God of My Heart and tutor to reluctant seer Draco. Really excellent relationship between auror partners Draco and Ron, plus Hermione—forget Harry though, all my homies hate Harry. Still kind of sad the Charlie/Draco pairing wasn't endgame.

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to the sky without wings by leupagus (mature | 81,567 words | complete)

Luke twists around to lean over him, one arm braced against the back of the bed. He probably wants to look intimidating but Poe just drinks him in, sinks into the summer’s day of him. “And I’m telling you, your life is too important to risk it all just to—“ “Yeah, I heard,” Poe says, “I’m not an acceptable loss.” He reaches up and cups Luke’s jaw in his hand, runs his thumb along the stubble. “You should shave,” he tells Luke, solemn. “I don’t think you’d look very good with a beard.” Just for a second, Poe’s sure that Luke is going to give in; his eyes flicker down to his mouth and his breathing goes unsteady. But he lurches out of range and tucks his hands in his pockets, gives Poe a stiff smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, and walks out. BB-8 gives a long, low whistle as it powers back up. It glides over to the doorway, tilts out to watch Luke go. “You’ve got weird taste in girlfriends,” it remarks. “Shut up,” Poe says, and puts a pillow over his face, grinning into it until his cheeks hurt.

part 1 of Trash Fire Jesus

This fic blue-balled me, but I respect it. I love everything about this.

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like altars by Tavina (explicit | 10,068 words | complete)

She is dressed in festival clothing today, pale blue embroidered with gold butterflies, hair done up with seals dangling in the light afternoon breeze, a cascade of little bronze bells falling from her hair. She laughs, bells tinkling. “I’ll try a better question.” Her hand finds his own, and they lock fingers as if made to hold hands. “Will you dance with me?” His dreams had been plagued with her in recent nights anyway, memories etched in sharp relief even without the sharingan. What’s a few more images? “Only because you ask so nicely.” They line up with the other couples, all young and fresh faced and tender hearted, lovers all, amid the parting sea — on one side, Senju, on the other side Uchiha, and here they are, Uchiha and Uzumaki, for the moment uncaring of it all.