╔ ៹ THE BRINK OF MINDS ⋆ ╝ tim bradford fanfic! ❝ O jeito que você está me olhando agora me faz pensar onde você me quer. ❞ Olhares roubados, sussurros abafados, respirações provocantes, toques demorados. Ou em que o hardcore conhece o hardcore, e os ímãs são feitos para atrair um ao outro. ✦---------- ㅡ tim bradford x fem!oc ㅡ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 ㅡ cover: Mignight_VR ㅡ tradução: CriMeeeeee ㅡ história original: writer_daydreamer

Annelise já perdeu a conta de quantos encontros ruins teve, mas desistir não é uma opção, não quando sua família vive em seu pé para finalmente desencalhar. Determinada a encontrar alguém minimamente decente, ela segue firme nos aplicativos de namoro, mesmo que a cada novo date fique mais claro que sua vida amorosa está fadada ao fracasso. E é aí que Léo entra, de forma totalmente inesperada e nada sutil. Depois de interromper um date dela ao afirmar, sem nenhum aviso, que os dois estão namorando (o que, claro, é uma completa mentira), ele decide que pode ser útil de verdade. Como? Ajudando Annelise a evitar mais encontros ruins. Ele se autoproclama seu consultor amoroso e assume a missão de filtrar os candidatos antes que ela perca tempo com eles. O problema? Quanto mais tempo passam juntos, mais difícil fica pra Annelise entender se Léo é só seu "guru do Tinder" ou, sem querer, o único "date teste" que realmente deu certo.

O que teria acontecido se Petúnia Evans Dursley tivesse feito outra escolha em primeiro de novembro, quando encontrou seu sobrinho na soleira da porta em vez do jornal da manhã? #1 - universo alternativo🏆 #3 - harrypotter 🏆💚 #1 - boa #5 - Severus Snape #97 - trio de ouro Tradução do site Ao3. Todos os créditos desta fanfic: @TheCheshireBat

Ela nasceu em um tempo esquecido, como uma lembrança que o mundo ainda não sabia que perdera. Criada longe do poder e da guerra, foi dada em casamento como quem oferece silêncio ao caos. Ele era feito de noite. Um homem moldado por perdas, mantido à beira do fim - onde ninguém ousava tocar. Mas algo o impedia de cair. Um fio tênue, quase imperceptível, que se estendia entre o amor e o destino. Eles não mudaram o mundo com batalhas. Não salvaram nações. Mas desviaram o curso de algo muito maior - sem que ninguém percebesse. Esta é uma história onde o amor não grita. Ele sussurra. E às vezes, é o sussurro que impede o fim.

When Uchiha Madara wakes up in the body of a child from the Uzumaki clan, watch him guide his new brother Naruto down the path to be Hokage while watching him from the shadows. How will he react to the death of the Uchiha clan I wonder. Edit: This is a Crackfic, kinda. It wasn't going to be but then it became one so now it is. Yeah... figured it was about time to update this and let everyone know this is indeed a crackfic. I don't own Naruto or it's plot, I wish I did though. Started: 2nd Jan 2021

(Time-Travel fic) Born in the same village. Friends turned enemies. Naruto and Sasuke find themselves enlisted to a seemingly impossible mission by the most unexpected individual in the strangest of circumstances. But faced with the chance to fix the past, they embark on an entirely different journey. Not yaoi. Exclaimer: I do not own this story/fic! The author of the fic is: The Dark Hood #1 in eddy #1 in indra #1 in hagoromo #1 in noyaoi

Naruto, orphaned in the wake of the Kyuubi's wrath, was marked by the village as a monster. No mentor extended a hand; no peer stood by his side. As others played, he lingered in the shadows, craving the warmth of recognition. His pranks, his laughter, all mere echoes of a desperate heart reaching for fleeting glances. Sasuke lived under the same roof as his family, yet his existence was a shadow of another's brilliance. Itachi-the golden son, the perfect shinobi. Sasuke was forever in his wake. "It's Itachi's brother," they whispered, "Why can't you be like him?" The words burrowed deep, seeping into his soul. Sakura, born to a civilian family, rejected the path laid before her. When she defied the role of a dutiful bride and aspiring kunoichi, her parents' love twisted into cruelty. The bruises were not just on her skin but in her spirit. Bullied for her looks, she wondered if anyone would ever see her true beauty. Bound by shared pain and unspoken dreams, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura turned their backs on the village. They swore to return, but only when they had become the warriors they were meant to be, and to gain the respect they always deserved

[PART 3: SACRIFICES UNIVERSE] Kakashi and Obito were only meant to say their final goodbyes, but apparently, the Sage of Six Paths had other plans. Choosing to return to the days of their youth, Kakashi, Obito, and Rin find themselves in a world a bit different to the one they remembered, and yet the same in many ways. The trio find themselves facing new and old dangers, which sucks for Kakashi and Obito, who should've thought the whole 'change the world' thing through more when they realised they'd gone from grown men and powerful shinobi to puny kids again. Not that Rin minded, she was just glad to have her teammates back, and no way was she going to let them get into trouble again.

[PART TWO: SACRIFICES UNIVERSE] Sequel to Sacrifices for Peace *** It's been a year since Sakura and Itachi sealed away Zetsu. It's been a year since Itachi sacrificed himself to save Sakura. It's been a year since Izuna was killed. Sakura's been in a coma, but now she's awake. It's been a year for everyone else. But for her, it's only been hours. She's awake, and stuck in the past alone, without the man she fell in love with. Without anything holding her to the ground anymore. Things have changed in Konoha, and whether she's ready or not, Sakura has a new life waiting for her and she better find a way to live it or lose herself altogether.

Sakura was tired. So very tired. And it's not even the type of tired you feel after a sleepless night. Or the type you feel after exercising. It's a deep rooted tired, that you feel in the very depths of your soul. That makes the seconds feel like minutes, the minutes feel like hours, the hours feel like days, and days feel like months. It's a type of tired that makes you wonder why you're still here. And the reason for this tiredness, is that Sakura simply cannot die. Well, she can die, but when she does, her life simply starts over. In her first life, she was a hopeless romantic, fallen head over heels for a certain Uchiha. In her second life, she was a confused scholar, searching for the reason of her rebirth. In her third life, she was a careless daredevil, showing no regard for her life. In her fourth life, she was moody, getting sick of this game. In her fifth life, she gave up hope, knowing that the process would always repeat itself. In her sixth life, she took a blade to herself, hoping to move on. She didn't. In her seventh life, she was a killer, a merciless assassin. In her eighth life, she was a traveler, searching the world for an answer. In her ninth life, she became a leader, her name known far and wide. In her tenth life, she was a civilian, a small, little nobody. Now her thirty third life has come to an end (she was a genius musician in this one), and something goes wrong in the rebirth process. To put it simply, the gods screwed up. They were careless with an especially important soul-an immortal soul. A soul that belonged to a person rebirthed so many times that her soul carried so much wisdom and knowledge that it needed special handling. In the end, they accidentally put her soul into another body. A body that was already occupied. A body belonging to none other than Madara Uchiha. *#1 in the madasaku tag, March 19, 2019!* *#2 in the narutofanfiction tag, May 23, 2019*