Yamamoto reflects on the meaning of being a born killer.

Gokudera has a thing for Tsuna's Dying Will Flame.

Genma’s last memory of Uchiha Obito is from childhood so many years ago, a boy with a bright smile, always willing to help no matter the consequences, with an ego just a size too large and dreams he hadn’t yet grown into. It is, he thinks, a stark contrast to now.

This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Mito asks thoughtfully.

It’s not his proudest moment, but Sakumo takes one look at the newest occupant of the gym and walks into a wall.

“What do you mean, you’re related to the Nidaime?!” Izumo demands, hands flapping faintly like he can’t decide whether to strangle Kotetsu or flail.

Tsuna gives his people whatever they need, and Yamamoto is no exception. Porn with Characterization.

Once Edward became legal, the number of office outings to the pub went up exponentially. Possibly this was because Edward was really fun to take to a pub.

"Oh, fuck me," is the first thing Izuna says upon opening his eyes.

Adele has some questions about Xander and Xiang's relationship.

Nami's nakama were certifiable. Loony-bin material, every last one of them.

In which Ren can be just as exasperating to Nora as Nora can be to him.

Wufei is made to watch and wait.

As a last resort, they finally send Mikoto to talk to her. Kushina's not impressed, even though she has to admire their tenacity. They’ve tried three different elders, the woman who works at the ramen stand she likes almost as much as Teuchi’s, and Fugaku. Apparently, after the utter failure of that last one, they're attempting to pull out all the stops.

The steam was fogging up the bathroom too badly to see through the glass doors of the shower, but Lance didn’t need to see any farther than a few inches from his face right now anyway.

For a prompt on my Tumblr: shisui trying very hard not to stare at utakata's chest and Those Pecs and Abs and Everything Hes Gorgeous Help and utakata mistaking it for being curious about his pipe and starts infodumping about his bubbles

An AU where the first words your soulmate ever tells you are marked on your wrist. And Shane isn't disappointed, because he knows he'll know his soulmate right away, with how unique his words are. After all, not many people greet others by saying, "You're a fucking Sasquatch."

For the prompt, "Alistair being consensually wrecked by men as a submissive/bottom." This prompt just will not leave me alone. I feel like this fic should be rated T, and yet, every time I try to pick that, it feels wrong, too. So...despite the prompt, not actually all that smutty.

The rumor spoke of a boy who could speak with the dead, a glimmer of hope for ones like you, ones unable to rest in peace.

In his defense, it wasn’t that he didn’t know Obito was attractive. Of course he did. With abs and arms like those who wouldn’t know? It was that he hadn’t realized just how attractive Obito was until they started their current mission.

Prompt: Jurassic World, Claire Dearing, standing in front of the terrible lizard, flare in hand Gray counts, and Claire ignores it if it keeps him from screaming, but then he comes to a total and says, "We need more teeth."

“I’m starting to think all those rumors about the Hatake were true,” Orochimaru manages to get out, half an instant before he’s landing on his hands and knees on a thin bedroll, hands already tearing at his robes.

“Look at you,” Zabuza says, lazy and languid, and when Utakata flicks his eyes up he’s watching intently, legs spread wide, breath coming hard. His grip tightens in Utakata's hair, but there’s no pressure behind it. “Fuck, you helped overthrow the Mizukage and then just dropped to your knees. Makes a man wonder.”

Tenten's kiss is sticky-sweet and traced with copper, and Sakura just wants to devour her.

“Over your desk?” Kiba says, lazily amused. “Shikamaru's gonna kill you.”

“Back from your mission already?” Orochimaru asks slyly, and the grip on his hair is too tight for him to turn his head, but he can see the fall of white hair reflected in the mirror on the far wall, can smell the crushed-leaf and dark-earth scent of the man, touched with sweat and metal. “I'm two days late,” Sakumo says into the nape of his neck, and the hand slides from his side up to the collar of his robe.

“Can you take a little more?” Hashirama murmurs, and there's a whisper of something else beneath the velvet of his voice, heady and heavy like the power that curls across his skin, and Obito shudders, moans.

There's a hard cock nestled between his legs and soft lips on the back of his neck, and Kagami groans, catching the hand splayed over his stomach and lacing their fingers. “Good morning to you too,” he gasps, and Tobirama hums into his shoulder.

“Look at you,” Shisui says admiringly, rocking back on his heels and surveying his prize. Sequel to 'if you can find that leap of faith', but entirely plotless.

It had been a drunken whim, coming on the heels of his breakup with Yugao, to add his name to the list of candidates for political marriages, and even when he’d remembered the next morning Hayate had waved off the notion that anyone would pick him. Most people are at least mildly alarmed by a shinobi with a chronic illness, after all.

For a prompt on my Tumblr: Playboy!Orochimaru who ends up with Single Dad!Sakumo in the end. No understands what happened.

When Ryan comes home, covered in blood, Shane is ready for it.

Orochimaru, Mito has come to realize, has a good many of the qualities that made her brother-in-law so fearsome, and she’s glad for it.

After the incident and leaving the warehouse, Owen sees something. He sees it. But he can't believe it.

“You’re good at this,” Gon compliments, after a while. He moves to take a seat by Killua, at the lip of the river. “Catching fish, I mean.” There’s a pause. “Killing fish,” Killua corrects, quietly. For the first time all morning, Killua puts down his fishing rod, faces Gon completely. “You meant to say ‘killing’.”

Mei’s had dreams that weren’t as good as this.

“I'm so glad you're okay,” Kagami whispers, pressing a kiss to Tobirama’s shoulder blade.

Kakashi has a lot of work ahead of him if he wants Tsuna to survive, but at least the company is agreeable. And cute.

Kakashi is enjoying this a hell of a lot more than he thought he would, and he had high expectations going in.

Edward, Tobirama, some accidental dimension travel, and questions of methodology. Plus snark.

Obito turns himself into the Whomping Willow. It goes great, right up until people start making a nuisance of themselves under his roots.

“Oh my god,” Jiraiya says, staring up at the ceiling.

Obito glances over Sakura, sprawled out on the couch painting her nails, and raises a brow. “I thought Kakashi told you to leave?” “Ha.” Sakura checks her nails, then starts applying another coat. “He has like three hundred sports channels. I'm not moving an inch.”

In which Minato is a Sky, Obito is his Guardian, and everything gets fucked beyond measure.

Pick anything the angel said, the Seelie Queen said, and she chose Jace. Anything in the whole world, and she chooses whom she doesn’t have. That isn’t quite complete: she thought she had Simon.

Eddie is lonely, but he doesn't have to be.

There's a graveyard that shakes with a coup d’etat and a voice in his head saying blood is stronger than love, so he waits with the blood and does not look at the horror in their eyes and does not remember, does not let himself think.

Most nights they stay up later than they meant to, laughing. “It's like a slumber party every day,” Simon says, and Jace smirks and says, “I don't know what kind of slumber parties you went to,” and Maia says, “More than you. I thought Shadowhunters weren't allowed to have fun.”

Magnus has heard whispers about the Lightwood girl’s daemon-a jaguar with fur as lustrous as the girl’s long hair-but he thinks the gossip mill has got it all wrong. The older Lightwood boy is the one with the stunning daemon