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مات هاري بوتر. في أعقاب الحرب، من أجل تعزيز قوة العالم السحري، يبذل فولدمورت جهودًا لإعادة التوطين. لدى هيرميون جرانجر سر من النظام، مفقود ولكنه مخفي في ذهنها، لذلك يتم إرسالها كبديل مستعبد إلى هاي ريف حتى يمكن كسر عقلها. تم توضيحه بواسطة أفيندل.

Torture smells like spring. Like daffodils and tulips and snowdrops. Like the bouquets brought inside from the manor gardens to lend their life to cold stone walls that house criminals. Easter mixed with madness makes sense in this twisted landscape; Draco’s only chance at survival is to endure it. He knows this. But that doesn’t quell the twitching in his calves, the flexing in his fingers. Granger lifts her hand off the floor and Draco nearly loses his lunch, stomach churning as he watches her extend her arm, reaching through the translucent cord, reaching towards him. He tries to blink it away, blink blink blink, but both she and the cord are stubborn, persistent things. [In which a soulmate bond appears while Hermione is tortured at Malfoy Manor. Canon divergent from that moment onward.]

In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts the Ministry of Magic has one more wizard to bring to trial: Draco Malfoy. However, it's not a trial they're after, it's a spectacle to celebrate the end of the Death Eater regime with the execution of their final prisoner. When Hermione realizes their plan, she halts the trial and invokes The Gallows Law — an ancient law that pardons any pureblood male without an heir if a witch will marry him. What Hermione isn't ready for is the reality of bonding a broken, shell of a wizard and her new life as she moves into Malfoy Manor as the new Lady Malfoy.

Control isn't the only thing Draco Malfoy has lost. But he will get it back. He will get everything back.

She was so beautiful and pure, like the freshest of lilies. She was so powerful and relentless, a warrior honed after a thousand or more battles. She was so kind and merciful, not even an angel could compare to her. Lumine was so perfect that even the heart of a hardened Harbinger couldn’t help but yearn for her. What a wonderful girl, Childe thought. He wanted to see her break.

Jungkook is a new teacher assigned to work in the Health & Sex Education department of a high school. He expects to be working with students, leading his own classroom... What he doesn't expect is to be turned into part of the curriculum instead—namely, as a sex education doll. Now translated into Spanish (Español), Arabic (عربى), Arabic (عربى) (Ao3), Russian (русский), and French (Français)!

Tobirama is willing to give absolutely anything for Hashirama and his dream.

“They say you tried to kill the Firelord,” Hakoda says. "Why?" Zuko doesn’t know how to answer. Because I hate him. Because I love him. Because he wants to see the world burn. Because he knotted one hand in my hair and cupped flames against my face with the other. Because my mother is dead. Because my uncle is dead. Instead, he shrugs tiredly and says: “Someone has to.”

An unassuming young man gets seduced into the wild, wild world of working for an international pokemon-pornography enterprise!

“My dearest little darling,” the demon cooed as he toys with your unkempt hair, making you cringe internally to his touch. “your mask is breaking, you know. How long will you think you could resist me?” You ignored the question and you slapped his hand away. Shooting up from where you sat, you charged at the collar of his top and intimidatingly hauled him closer to your angry expression. He finds it adoring, you see it, his eyes almost sparkled at the mere distance you initiated. Well, screw him. “I’m not that easy to break, you psychopath.” You spat with venom. “You're an insufferable, intolerable prick. Take the hint: I’m not interested. Find some other creature who is sick as you and leave me be.” He gives you a knowing look. “How can I do that when you’re the only one who can make my heart beat?”

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.” That was a bad word. Not found. Have. Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment. One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow. In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now. (If you'd like more details before deciding to read this story, look here for spoilers.)

The last thing he remembers is leaving school. It was a half day, as he’d finished his exams early, texted May about staying over at Ned’s place, sent another text to MJ and then a twitch of his spider senses-- Then a pinch at his neck, like a bee sting, but deeper. Darkness. Then here. Huh. Kidnapped. That’s new. If he was less emotionally dead from finals and sleep deprivation, he’d probably have a stronger and much more appropriate reaction to that. At least he's got Captain America and the Winter Soldier to keep him company.

“If you did play chess," Ross said, "you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.” He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.” “What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.” He had a lot of regrets. Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful. “When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him. [Rated mature for graphic violence.]

What if Chimney didn't just punch Buck? What if he was so blinded by his own rage and desperate need to find Maddie that he injures Buck far deeper than a single punch? When Eddie finds his best friend unconscious and barely breathing on his own kitchen floor, it starts a tidal wave that no one saw coming. With Buck fighting for his life, the 118 is divided on if Chimney actually did this to Buck or if Buck was just lying to get back at Chimney for taking Maddie from him. Regardless, Chmney is AWOL with a warrant out for his arrest. And he's on the run with Jee-Yun. Eddie is doing everything he can to keep Buck alive and back on the road to recovery. And surprisingly he has some help from someone he least expected, Tommy Kinard, who has become a lifesaver to both Buck and Eddie. But when Chimney is arrested and Jee-Yun is placed in Buck's custody, can Tommy and Eddie manage to keep Buck from drowning? Or will Eddie finally lose his best friend? And will Tommy lose the man that he quickly fell in love with? And just how long will it take for Buck to realize that he was madly in love with Tommy? One thing is for certain, this new family was in for some serious turbulence.

After surviving the fall, Will finds he has far fewer hesitations about joining Hannibal than he would have guessed. Character death, but not Will or Hannibal.

The average Fairy Tale tells of a beautiful Princess who is locked away in a tower, imprisoned by a terrifying, monstrous dragon. But what if that dragon was, in his heart, just a helpless beast... desperate for her love?

In an alternate version of the Citadel DLC mission, Shepard finds herself and her friends captured and tormented at the hands of her clone and Maya Brooks.

"You for Shouto's life." Ivory-haired villain continued, his tone saturated with wicked delight. "I'll let him live, promise-" he made the obscene gesture of crossing his heart and laughed again. "What do you mean me?" my voice was barely above a whisper, afraid of its own sound. "You..." he stood up straight, as tall as Shouto. "Willing," -first step, "Pliant," -another step, "Wanton-" Dabi closed the distance, his rough hand lifting my chin up. "-In my bed." ... Villains win the war AU. Very dark so be warned.

A collection of MadaTobi minifics.

When he was little, he’d dreamed of being an astronaut, of going to space, like every kid did. Space was fun, exploratory. Or it was supposed to be.

Set immediately after "The Killing Joke": Joker changes his mind on the way back to Arkham and agrees to Batman's offer to rehabilitate him. What follows is a mess of conflicting needs, emotional ugliness and a whole lot of bad decisions, but no one ever said it was going to be easy.

Izuku is a normal human kid... Okay, well, actually, he can't say that! Only .009% of kids who apply to study in space at the battalion satellite actually get accepted, and even then, only two have ever gone missing! (It sucks that one is Izuku.) Humans are rare to see in the galaxy - but seeing a living being who's seen a pissed off human before? Even rarer. Humans are monsters - some of the best fighters in the galaxy and some of the strongest will powers of all known creatures. To most, they seem stupid. Dumb as hell. They can't even learn a language, can they? This fic has a Discord!Previously titled: Humans Are Space Orcs: Midoriya Izuku Edition.

Voldemort has won. The Order has fallen. Harry Potter is dead. Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger is pulled from Azkaban and forced to compete in the Dark Tournament against fellow fallen Order Members. The Goblet of Shadows assigns each high ranking Death Eater a Champion. The Champion who wins the games will get to go free and their master, one of Voldemort’s Scions, will have secured their position as his Successor. With Hermione being assigned to Draco Malfoy, the highest ranking Scion, she may have a chance. There can only be one victor, one survivor and one shot at freedom. Let the games begin. NOT ABANDONED. I upload every 3-4ish months in batches of 7-10 chapters. Russian Translation by Ana-Scorpio Spanish Translation by nansweet07

Harry can’t let his friends die like Sirius. Crushed under Voldemort’s war until everyone that he loves becomes mangled corpses. So, Harry casts a ritual that will slowly kill him in order to afford them safety. It doesn’t matter what happens after that, but being captured by Lord Voldemort wasn’t what he had in mind.

Efnisien ap Wledig is an omega born into an all-alpha family. Abandoned by his birth mother and raised by his aunt, he is subjected to a lifetime of medical experimentation and brainwashing and believes himself to be an alpha. But the experiments begin to fail, and he is abandoned yet again to an Omega Rehabilitation Facility, where the family expects he will be retrained into the 'perfect omega' and placed in an arranged marriage, or be eliminated if this is no longer possible. The Facility don't know about the experiments, and Efnisien doesn't even know why he's there in the first place, since he's an alpha...isn't he? One thing's for certain, he definitely doesn't need an alpha companion, no matter what the staff at the facility seem to think.

Jason doesn’t mean for the Winter Soldier to be a present for Tony Stark. The youngest Stark isn’t supposed to be involved at all. The plan is simple: intervene before the Winter Soldier can murder Howard and Maria, tranq the Winter Soldier until he’s sufficiently incapacitated, and then drag him off for further study and let the Starks carry on with their fraught, bourgeoisie bullshit.

[AU WarFic - SasuSaku - SlowBurn] Four years into the Fourth Shinobi War, Orochimaru offers to turn. He all but requests Sakura by name to be the contact. It is, quite clearly, a trap—least of all because he's supposed to be dead. But what is a losing side to do except take the hand that's offered? [Part One & Two Complete] [Part Three ~the final arc~ Ongoing!]

When Ron dies during the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry blames Hermione for his death. Filled with grief and desperate for peace Hermione flees to the Muggle World to live in exile. Four years later, the last person she ever wanted to see again from the Wizarding World walks into her bookshop: Draco Malfoy. Due to the dwindling birth rates in the Magical World the Ministry has implemented a Marriage Law and to their absolute horror they've been matched. Though the motives for their match from the powers that be seems more like it was meant to punish the pair than to contribute to the Wizarding World. Together, they find healing and comfort from their painful past as they try to move forward and realize that sometimes the best revenge is a happy life.

"It was an accident." That was what Zuko had said to his crew when he used an element he hadn't been meant to. He wasn't the Avatar. The Avatar was supposed to be in the Earth Kingdom, hidden by its walls. Unless the old Avatar had died long ago ... and had already been replaced fifteen years ago. ..................................... Book 1: Air (Chapter 1-27): Complete. Book 2: Water (Chapter 28 - 45 ): In progress. Also, this story has a Tvtropes page! TvTropes (Currently getting revisions. Chapter 1-23 complete.)

“I’m not going to give you information,” Pete volunteers to his bent over form. There’s no way to know exactly what’s in store for him but Pete feels the need to make that declaration. There’s a sharp zapping sound, and Vegas turns to face him then, revealing the jumper cables in his gloved hands which are connected to a car battery on the table behind him. The rest seems self-explanatory. “I don’t want information,” Vegas says, finally looking up at him from the cables. By then Vegas is already advancing on him, much too close for comfort. But Pete has already resigned himself at this point. Or the one where Pete is very uncooperative at being tortured, Vegas gets a little too creative and falls for his own trap in the worst way possible.

The war between heros and villains is coming to an end after almost a decade. In a show of power some prisoners are claimed by members of the PLF. You have the unfortunate luck of catching the eye of a certain cremation villain.

1: Wei Wuxian body-swaps with Lan Wangji2: Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen dominate Jin Guangyao3: Jiang Cheng comforts LXC after losing A-Yao4: WWX (in LXC's body) x LWJ5: LXC realizes JC's feelings6: LX x JC and LWJ x WWX (foursome)7: LWJ loses his memory of WWX8: JGY saves Nie Huaisang from NMJ9: LWJ x WWX, LXC x JC in the Cold Pond,10: WWX gets both Lan brothers drunk (foursome),11: Gender bender Wen Qing (m) and JC,12: Gender bender Jin Zixuan x Jiang Yanli (m),13: Gender bender JC (f) x WQ,14: Alpha LWJ (dragon) x Omega WWX (bunny),15: Ch 14 Con't, happy ending, :)16: Customer LWJ x host WWX in Kabukicho,17: Alpha dragon LXC in heat (foursom).18: Wen Ning/LWJ/LXC/JC x WWX (cheating, light bdsm foursome).19: LXC loses his virginity to JGY.20: LXC/WWX/JC x drugged LWJ21: Alpha WWX x alpha LWJ22: Courtesans LWJ + WWX in Edo Period Japan23: Yiling Patriarch x Lan Wangji x Mo Xuanyu24: Jin Guangyao dominates Lan Xichen25: Jiang Cheng x Wei Wuxian

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle. He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted. He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave. Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him. “Who is that?” he asked quietly. “That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”