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Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki navigate what they are to one another after the Fourth Great Ninja war, finding out just why their souls pulled them back together. Naturally, they cannot be normal about it and face hurdles along the way- some self inflicted.
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He was sunshine incarnate and Sasuke burned inside just being near him. His eyes were playful and staring down at Sasuke, a smirk tugging at his lips, slightly chapped. Breathing became difficult and Sasuke had the wildest thought of leaning up, and just kissing him. He blinked.
What the actual fuck was that?
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Sasuke picks up a strange amulet while out on the mission and finds himself being the object of desire of all Konoha men. While they fall to his feet, the one he actually wants seems unaffected by the curse.
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“Maybe that’s why you got poisoned.” Harry said with a grin. He brushed a stray lock of hair back from Tom’s face, the touch far gentler than Tom expected. “Someone got envious of that pretty face of yours, just like they did with Snow White.”
Or hated my rotten personality. One of those seems more likely than the other, Tom spelled.
Harry laughed. “Ah, yes. The great debate. What is Tom Riddle more,” he mused, “pretty, or awful?”
Pretty awful, appeared in the air.
“Awfully pretty,” Harry replied.
Or: If Harry had accepted Tom’s deal.
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- Part 2 of The Awful Prince and His Misdeeds
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When Draco Malfoy is sent numerous threats warning of what exactly will happen to him if he returns to Hogwarts, he is assigned a young, handsome Auror as his bodyguard.
Harry hates him. He hates how close he stands to Malfoy, how highly he thinks of himself, how he insists on holding Malfoy’s shoulder every time they walk into a room.
Really, Harry thinks. He’s the one who defeated the evilest of the evil. He could do a far better job of protecting him than a self-absorbed, shiny-haired prick like that.
And you know what? He just might.
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With trembling hands, the guard stepped forward and began to unbuckle the muzzle. Harry stood perfectly still, his muscles tense, his eyes locked on the guard’s face. The moment the muzzle was off, Harry lunged, his teeth bared, his chains rattling as he strained against them.
The guard stumbled back with a yelp, his face pale. “See? He’s feral!”
“He’s perfect,” Draco sighed, his voice dreamy, he stepped closer to Harry, completely unfazed by the display of aggression. His gray eyes sparkled with something Harry couldn’t quite place; admiration, maybe, or fascination.
In a world where Omegas are considered the elite and Alphas are trained to please them, spoiled Draco Malfoy is gifted a trained Alpha of his choice on his 18th birthday — except the Alpha he chooses is Harry, an untrained, feral Alpha who was captured after years in hiding.