"I'm sorry I mocked you, yesterday," Ning Yingying says at last. "About giving the demoness a shot with you. I am forced to admit we can maybe learn something from the way you do things." "The way I do things," Liu Mingyan repeats. "You mean not having sex?" "Yeah," says Ning Yingying. Liu Mingyan is unsure how to feel about "not having sex" being one of her defining characteristics. She never set out for it to happen, although it is true that she didn't set out for it to not happen, either. All she knows is she is entirely uninterested in sex with Binghe, and that is apparently enough to make her unique.

Kix confronts her oldest sibling about something she's noticed.

(ADJ.) Free from worry, concern, or anxiety Wise, Wooley, and Words Exchanged— and some boys stick up for their sisters.

Seriously, there WOULD be trans clones. There’s definitely enough variation in the process of how they’re created and raised for there to be some range of gender identity & expression. I wanted to, briefly, tell that story because it makes perfect sense and it totally explains why female stormtroopers would not be an issue. There were women serving in the clone army all along.

The ladies of the Red Keep take matters into their own hands.

King's Landing swallows Dornish princesses and chokes on their bones.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

My (23M) boss (28M) has a workplace nemesis (mid to late 20s?M) who is, in a lot of ways, an asshole. Like, my boss is definitely in the right on any conflict between them. Even when the asshole isn’t actively causing problems, he’s a constant nuisance and a thorn in my boss’ side. I’m loyal to my boss (let’s call him Jake), and I also have to help clean up the mess the asshole (we’ll call him Sebastian) leaves in his wake. So, obviously, Sebastian is pretty high on my shit list. The only issue is that Sebastian keeps… helping me?

Fenris decides to write Varania a letter. It doesn't go well. At least, not at first. The reason for the T rating should be clear from the tags. There's no detailed discussion of any of it, and it's all in the past, but this just didn't feel like a G-rated story.

Bull and Cullen return from vacation just in time to show their new neighbor the sights.

Cullen knows he wants something. He’s just not sure what that something is. Dorian and Bull help him out.

Later, he will say it was a calculated choice, that he looked at the odds and looked at the clones and decided that better the Jedi he didn't know than the Sith he did. This is, as it happens, a bare faced lie. (or: A Sith Lord realises, abruptly and rather late, that war means casualties, and decides that the great Jedi genocide plan can go fuck itself.)

“Are you alright?” Tim squints, his new ears standing at attention, “You look flushed.” Jason tears his eyes away to stare at the ceiling, “I’m fine, and you look like Beast Boy’s deleted search history.” “That’s more like it,” Tim takes another step closer and Jason steps back immediately, “but you’re still being weird.” “I’m not being weird, I’m being nice and not trash talking you. Can we get to the case?” There’s a pause, then Tim’s eyes narrow and he brushes his tail against Jason’s leg with deliberation. Jason knows he’s been made when he fails to contain the shiver of arousal that runs through him. Tim’s eyes go wide, “Holy shit. You like it.”

Tim overhears a little tidbit of information about Jason that makes him wonder what it would be like to take him to bed. It doesn't take much to convince Jason to let him find out.

She does not like Basic.

There’s a hollow thud, a sound like a gong, a war-cry that makes Alpha-17 freeze in his tracks, and Priest goes flying back into the window.

“I would like to request reassignment to the Coruscant Guard,” Tra says, posture still rigid. Cody blinks. “What?”

Jack Drake catches his son sneaking in through the window, and jumps to the wrong conclusion.

Tim flees to Titans Tower when his presentation heat hits. Jason doesn't know how this became his problem.

Jason Todd yanks on his red helmet and switches over to the Bat comms. The comm line is a scramble of everyone talking around and over each other, hunting for Robin.

Midoriya jokingly says, "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?" Everyone's too focused on Iida telling him off for swearing to notice Shouto in his corner of the lunch table, mulling over his words. He is tired of being nice. He does want to go apeshit. Or: the one where Todoroki Shouto finds his personality, bit by bit, through the power of memes and friendship. (background momojirou; tsuchako, shinkami, kiribaku if you squint)

"How do you feel about your father becoming the number one hero?" "He'll always be number two in my heart." In which Todoroki Touya grows up to be a hero, and channels his anger into pettiness instead of villainy.

When Aizawa Shouta walked into his new class and saw everybody calmly seated and chatting, as if they'd done this a million times already, he just knew this year was gonna be long. Or, Shouta strongly wishes he had expelled his whole class on Day One, because figuring out what the hell is going on with them just feels well above his pay grade.

The Villain day was a long-standing tradition in UA, a day where hero students were encouraged to pretend to be villains. It had started a decade and a half ago, as a mean to understand the enemy, and it had quickly devolved into an excuse to cosplay and to be free, from one day, from the pressure of being a future hero. .

“It has come to the attention of the staff and myself,” Nezu replies, something dark and calculating in his gaze as he stares at all of them, “that there is a possibility that your relationship with Shinsō-kun is ... non consensual.” Hitoshi can’t help the way he flinches sharply, breathing going shallow and ragged as his heart skips a beat and his eyes squeeze tightly shut. There it is.

He catches Dabi’s hips in his hands and seals his mouth over his hip bone, digs his teeth in until he hears a groan. He only lets up enough to drag his tongue over the mark and suck on it lightly. When he glances up, Dabi’s head is thrown to the side and he’s open mouth panting. “Didn’t know you had such a thing for biting.” Hawks says, nips at the skin over his belly to watch Dabi shiver. “Anyone would, with your mouth.” Dabi grumbles.

Apparently bad things really did come in threes, Bakugou thought wryly, as the firefighter closed the distance between them. Tall, tan, and jacked as hell, he was a strong contender for the single hottest person Bakugou had ever seen in his life. He was covered in soot and sweat that contoured his ridiculous muscles, making them look even more defined, and his clinging black tank top didn’t do much to hide the rest of him, either. His strong cheekbones and jaw had smears of black on them too, and Bakugou had the absurd thought that he wanted to lick them clean. Bakugou didn’t think it was possible, but he felt himself turning even redder. He would barely have been able to talk to someone as attractive as him on a good day, and he was about to have to explain to him that he’d tried to burn down his fucking house because he was being petty on Twitter. Super.

Kirishima lived for these moments. Bakugou pressed back against his chest, thighs spread over Kirishima's own, hands sparking and popping over Kirishima's shoulder while the redhead worshipped Bakugou's body with his hands. ----- (Alternately summarized as: another fic where Bakugou can't jerk off but his bro helps and then feelings show up)

Kirishima hates his luck. Not only is he a stupid Alpha, but his longtime crush is also an Alpha, (Except he's knot) AND he's the only guy in the world that has his ...problem. The fic where Kirishima has two knots but Bakugou is up to the challenge.

Hawks gives as good as he gets—right up until Dabi pushes him too far, and Hawks forgets he's his own person.

"You want to get boba," Dabi asks flatly, not really a question. His arms cross over his chest. The 'with me,' remains unsaid, but Hawks hears it loud and clear. Hawks rolls his eyes. "Yes! Oh my god, stop making such a big deal over it. Do you want me to buy you a drink or not?" Hawks and Dabi go on a series of "dates".

Prompt: For the 2-A Midterm, the hero students are set to fight their teachers once more. The catch? Students wear quirk suppression bracelets. Support items like capture weapons, amps, arm grenades, and even sugar packets are prohibited, as the exam is to test their resourcefulness and their ability to fight without using their quirks. Shinsou and Midoriya are set to go up against Aizawa, and proceed to show how fighting quirkless is done. BP: OR, Shinsou has seen hints of it during the Sports Fest, but he honestly had no clue how fucking resourceful a quirkless Midoriya could be.

"Okay. Hold on." Dabi takes a moment to wrap his brain around this new development. "Okay, no, wait, so you're—did you get quirked or something and turn into a girl?" Hawks grimaces and runs a hand through (his? her? God, this is going to be a long day) his hair. His designer jeans jacket slides off one shoulder, too big on his now-smaller frame. He's wearing civilian clothing, which didn't help with the recognition. "Well, you know. Win some, lose some."

Midoriya Izuku likes to watch hero fights and is Present Mic's more frequent caller. It never occurs to him that it might get heroes interested in him.

"That's a nasty cough you've got there, Dabi," Toga says pointedly. Disgusting as it is, he forces himself to swallow the petals back down. They catch in his throat and he almost starts coughing again before he finally manages it. "Allergies," says Dabi, voice scratchy. Dabi falls in love.

Shouta gripped the phone tight enough to make the phone case groan. “So it’s true. Midoriya was Quirkless.” “Until soon before the entrance exam,” Nedzu confirmed. “That’s not relevant now, though, because—“ “Relevant?” Shouta hissed. “Midoriya is barely functional, socially. He doesn’t trust any adult. He thinks the whole world hates him. He apologizes for everything except breaking the law, and I’m sure I can trace every single one of those things back to his Quirklessness. You call that irrelevant?” Aizawa visits Aldera Junior High and finds out some disturbing truths.

Teachers and Izuku don't mesh well. If Izuku speaks up, he gets in trouble. If Izuku gets picked on, he gets in trouble. If Izuku lets his guard down for one second, he gets in trouble. Izuku isn't stupid. He knows UA isn't going to be any different.

"Did you know you're not supposed to pet a parrot on its back or wings or it'll get turned on?" “What the fuck are you on about?” “Just making conversation.” Dabi reads an interesting news article which leads to some hands-on experimentation while he and Keigo wait for their info drop.

Dabi’s head snaps up so fast Hawks worries he’ll break his neck. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. “You, of all people, haven’t bottomed?” “Is there a problem with that?” Hawks huffs, more offended than he should be given the fact they’re talking about his sex life and it’s none of Dabi’s business. But Dabi has already smelled the blood in the water and smirks at him, like he already knows how the rest of this conversation is going to play out. “You’re the brattiest twink I’ve ever met, I’m pretty sure getting fucked is a legal requirement for you.” Hawks bristles and his face flushes. If he ignores the way his cock twitches, he can almost pretend it’s in shame. “Fuck off,” He deflects without heat. “It’s not like I’ve been avoiding it. It just... hasn’t happened.” ~~~ It happens.

“I’ll destroy a man for you,” he says breathlessly. Todoroki looks vaguely amused. “Good to know.” Midoriya passes the mug to Momo’s hands and then reaches up to put his hands on Todoroki’s cheeks so he can bring him down to eye-level. “No, listen. I will destroy a man for you.” Todoroki blinks at him, looking a little startled. “I have a seven year plan,” Midoriya elaborates terrifyingly. “O-kay?” he says throught his smushed cheeks. “Fuck Endeavor,” Midoriya says empathically. (Or: Midoriya has absolutely no filter when he's sleep deprived. That's it. That's the fic.)

Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.

In which Aizawa brings an extra kid to mountain training camp, leaves his sleeping bag at school, and ends up sharing a futon with Yagi Toshinori for three agonizing nights before everything folds.

Aizawa Shouta is a part-time college student and, more recently, an EMT in training. He doesn't have the funds to call Tokyo home and never did, but how he ends up renting a room from nationally acclaimed author Yagi Toshinori is anybody's guess. Yagi is kind, and rich, travels a lot for conferences and has a very fat cat named Dumpling. Shouta loves Dumpling. He also loves leaving the door open when he's dressing, because he knows Yagi-san is looking.

It's dangerous to owe Nemuri things. Especially when she needs to catfish a gay guy villain with saucy photos, said villain likes hairless twinks and Hizashi's not in town. If only his boyfriend hadn't come home before he could get rid of the evidence.

It’s quiet above the spray of water, hushed and constant. Steam saturates the room like an otherworldly mist, beading on the dark blue tiles and rolling over the lights in glowing, shifting clouds. It's a little hard to breathe, but that’s why he’s here. To watch, and listen. If there was ever a question as to how they came to be here, Shouta would say it was because Yagi was mildly obsessed with his dick.

Sasuke could care less about being trans-- until he is betrayed utterly and completely by his own body. He can't get off. It's a problem. (Or: “Who the fuck else am I going to ask?” Sasuke looks away, catches himself, and makes himself look back. He’s got a dojutsu, for fuck’s sake. He’s not afraid of eye contact. “No one.” Naruto snaps, almost offended by the idea, and it’s Sasuke’s turn to be surprised. “Sakura, maybe.” He amends. “Obviously it’s you.” Sasuke masks his surprise with haughty arrogance, but the words come out true-- so true. Obviously, it’s you. They ring like a bell through the room and through Sasuke’s rib cage, reflecting in Naruto’s eyes. “It’s always gonna be you.”)

Kaminari is going through a messy divorce, which has led to sending transcripts of his texts with his ex to his attorney. Shinsou is the attorney’s legal assistant, who has to go through said transcripts and black out all the explicit pictures before they can appear as exhibits in court. Reading through the sexts though, and they are GRAPHIC, Hitoshi starts to agree with the ex: he ALSO wants to ‘come on Denki’s tits’ and ‘shove his cock so far down Denki’s throat he’s coming directly into his stomach’.

If Rumi Usagiyama had one fatal flaw, it was that she couldn't keep a secret to save her life. She was too used to speaking her mind. If Tsunagu Hakamata had one fatal flaw, it was that he could come off as condescending. He meant well, really, but sometimes other people got the wrong idea. If Hawks had one fatal flaw, he'd be fucking thrilled because one was a massive decrease from the ten to fifteen flaws he got weekly reminders about from the Hero Commission. In which Rumi gets drunk and reveal something she wasn't supposed to know, Tsunagu has been trying to help, and Hawks has been through too much for a 22 year old whose been groomed for the past 14 years.

“What in the hell are you on about?” Hawks bites back, and fights down the growing panic in his lungs. He hasn’t been scolded like this since he was a kid, what could he have possibly done to make Tanaka-san so angry? Hawks does everything they say, he’s careful. “I’m busy working my ass off making it into the top ten! What could I have possibly done?” Tanaka-san sighs, still agitated, but disappointed in a way that makes Hawks’ stomach churn. “Look your name up on your phone.” Hawks numbly pulls up the search bar on his phone and searches ‘pro hero hawks.’ And, there it is, the first bold headline on the page. Star-Crossed Hero Love Affair? Underneath the article is a picture of Hawks and Todoroki Natsuo at the cafe they’d visited this past weekend. Picture Hawks has his head thrown back, cackling, and Natsuo is leaning forward, drinking in his laughter with a pleased smile on his face. His arms are extended across the table, as though waiting to hold Hawks’ hand. Shit.

“Give me an update, Nedzu,” Aizawa spits into his phone as he yanks the car door open, “What do we know?” “At around four o’clock today, the pro hero Hawks was doing an impromptu signing for fans when a member of the hate-group known as the Creature Rejection Clan pulled out a gun and shot into the crowd. Like any hero, Hawks took the bullet himself, rather than risk civilian injury.” “And how exactly did that lead him to kidnapping Tokoyami?” Or Hawks gets hit with Trigger and it brings out his bird instincts. Tokoyami is there for all of it.