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Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

Oh sure, reunion results in happiness, kittens, and rainbows, because that's definitely how life goes when you've just spent 70 years as a tool of villainy. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

A short-lived series of private lessons took place after Christmas in Harry Potter's fifth school year, during which Severus Snape attempted to teach Harry the skill of Occlumency. The lessons were ultimately cancelled when Harry was caught prying into Snape's memories, discovering the strangest things: A mysterious prophecy connected Harry's fate with Voldemort's, Harry's dad was an insufferable bully, and Severus Snape had been in love with Harry's mum. Naturally, Harry now has a million questions. Snape would prefer to answer none. The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. The same question arises in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?" ...Or, a classic approach to stubbornness.*Most visited Snarry story of all time on AO3! Thank you!*This story now has a Fanlore and a TvTropes page.*Now fully illustrated!*Available in English, Russian, Portuguese, Polish, Spanish, Chinese, Vietnamese & Korean! (see notes for links)

After surviving his life up to his eighteenth birthday, Harry wasn't really surprised when he got a letter that told him his biological father was Tony Stark. Exasperated? Absolutely. Surprised? Not so much. He had stopped thinking anything was too crazy to happen to him around the time he fought a fifty feet long Basilisk obeying a memory from a diary with an old hat and a sword. As a fucking twelve year old. Already on the search for himself outside of the boy who lived twice, Harry decides to visit his biological father. Tony thought after meeting literal gods, fighting against invading Aliens and flying a Nuke through a wormhole into space that nothing could shock him anymore. He is, of course, wrong. Trying to house the Avengers is anything but a piece of cake, especially while ignoring his crush on Captain America of all people. But nothing tops finding out that he has a son. A son he didn't know about. A son that has the same look in his startling green eyes that Tony recognizes from his own reflection. Tony has no idea if he can be a father, especially to someone who looks so lost but he will die trying, that's for sure.

There were definitely benefits to dating a wizard. Now that Stephen was back in the Compound, Tony had an easy escape to anything and everything. Annoying meeting? Portal. Asshole teammates? Portal. And, of course, Stephen’s verbal put downs were a thing to behold. or, outtakes from my verse "ironstrange vs the rogues" TEAM IRON MAN- DONT LIKE, DONT READ!

What if there was another Targaryen? One who had remained hidden due to the circumstances of her birth? And what if Alicent Hightower hatched a plan to keep her in control of the Green's - a plan that involved marriage to her son, Aemond Targaryen.

When Stiles reads the posts, he’s more confused. They’re older posts, back from his undergrad freshman year, but it was during a supernatural attack that a bunch of people got caught in. Stiles practically ran himself into the ground offering support, advice, and gathering information for Scott and Derek so they could do damage control. “This tells me nothing,” Stiles says. “Except that you can use Google and know how to take screenshots.” “I consider it your resume,” Fury tells him. Stiles freezes, because what. Fury doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t explain, even after Stiles gestures for more. “What the hell do you mean it’s my resume? If you haven’t realized it, I’m still in college.” He doesn’t look impressed. “You’ve been in college. You have two degrees, four separate certifications, and you’re on the fast-track for a PhD.” “I like learning,” Stiles deadpans. “You like helping, and it just so happens that I have someone you can help.”

I turn around, and slam my forehead into the deck as I fall to my knees. “Please, god, I know the last time we talked I told you to suck an egg but what the actual fuck. What did I do? Is this because of the gay thing? I’ll stop I swear I’ll knock it off just please—” “What are you talking about? Why were you swimming all the way out here? What’s with your weird clothes?” The Boy, whom I refuse to name on principle, starts rapid fire shooting out questions while wiggling his way across the tiny boat to me. “This is actually happening. Oh my god this is real, what the shit…” I turn around from my position on the floor to see The Boy crouched inches from my face. I give an undignified yelp and scramble as far back as I can without tipping over the edge. He gives me that bright grin and announces “I’m Monkey D. Luffy! I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” Then he cocks his head to the side. “Who’re you?”

Ripples turn into waves and crash upon the shores of what is and what could be, and I was just someone else who got pulled under. I didn't realize that even a drowning person makes waves of their own. A SI OC story. Cross-post for formatting shenanigans and discussion. Rating based on language.

After two hundred and forty years, Harry Potter thought that he'd seen it all, until he is transported back to 1977. In the midst of Voldemort's first rise to power and both sides of this war won't let him sit this one out.

Life doesn't always go the way you want it to. Sometimes it just throws you in a garbage can and lights the garbage can on fire and laughs as you scream in agony. And all you can do is tell yourself that it'll be okay. That you'll be okay. And sometimes you're right and you wake up the next morning to a wonderful day full of sunshine and rainbows and singing birds and you start living life in a damn Disney movie. Other times you're wrong. The cycle just continues. Maybe Life adds lighter fluid next time. Or fills the bottom of the can with dead fish. And it's up to you to get up off your sorry ass and do something to fix your life because it is clear that you're basically alone. When there's no hero coming to save you, you're forced to save yourself. Be your own hero. Izuku decides the best way to be a hero is to be a teacher.

Barnes's body does a new thing. Thanks for all the trouble, body. WARNING: Reference to past sexual assault (not explicit)

When the Marauders return for their 6th year at Hogwarts, Sirius isn't the only one to notice that Remus got, well… hot over the summer. He is, however, the one to come up with the perfect solution. That is, until a certain James Potter and Lily Evans decide to put aside their differences in the interest of some combined mischief.

Harry thought it was rather odd how few lies he actually told. You would think a wizard living in the middle of muggle New York would lie his arse off. But he didn’t think he’d once lied while explaining something magical to a muggle. Sure most of the time he came off as a complete and utter prick. It was also hilarious because no one ever believed him. He was a regular Luna Lovegood!

Minutes after Izuku had fallen to his death, after he had finally met his peace with the darkness, something happened. There was a bright flash of light that only lasted a second behind his eyes, and Izuku awoke with a sharp gasp. Yet, something was different. A ring of gold now surrounding the pupil of his emerald eyes. Or! The basic 'Izuku gets an immortality quirk' and such but my take on it! Aizawa ends up finding this little child and says 'mine' while also trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I don't really know whats going on honestly- oh and please- for the love of god read the tags before you read this though, it can be very triggering. Sporadic updates because the author literally wrote this on a whim and doesn't know what to do with it. ________________________________________ I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY OF MY WORKS BEING USED IN CHATGPT/ANY AI GENERATOR NO MATTER IF THEYRE FINISHED OR NOT. DO NOT USE MY WORK WITH AI.

This was NOT part of the plan. I was supposed to wake up after brain surgery and get better so I could do all the things my mom and I had been dreaming about for years. Like going to college, making friends, and traveling the world. I was NOT supposed to end up in the Twilight universe inside of Bella fucking Swan's body. Two months in and I can't avoid going to Forks. Renee is catching on too quickly. It's impossible to act in character all the time, especially since Bella's personality and mine are... not comparable... In a world of mythos, magic, and monsters, there has to be a way to get back to my world, right? Bella's fate was bound to be tangled in with the supernatural anyway, so no harm no foul. That's what I foolishly believed. The last thing I ever expected to find family with the Cullens...or to perhaps fall in love with a man who wasn't meant for me. What will happen if I wake up? What will happen if I never wake up? And how do I even begin to explain the difference between 'Bella' and ME? 〖currently updating the 4th Saturday of every month + I reply to every comment I receive〗

"I am going to find Tony," the man hisses in Peter's ear, his gaze cold and cruel. "And when I do, I will kill him, slowly. What do you say to that-" The man stops short because Peter's shoulders are shaking, and before he can curl his lip in victory, he hears a snicker. When he lets go of Peter's hair, the teen's head slumps to his chest, but it's not out of exhaustion or defeat...it's to hide a smile. The boy lets out a laugh, shaking his head before glancing to the sides admitting apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's just- it is so fun to mess with you!" He looks around before snorting, "Tony Stark? That's your play? You're not screwing with me, right? You actually thought that would work? Sorry guys." Peter straightens in his chair with a sneer and a cocky wink, "Tony doesn't give a flying crap about me." In other words.... Peter is kidnapped and his captors think they can hold Tony against him. But they don't know what's happened in the past couple months.

Framed for a felony drug charge while vying for an internship at Stark Industries, Peter Parker loses his scholarship, job opportunities, six months of freedom, and faith in the criminal justice system. Although Peter is still secretly Spider-man, he is now more commonly known as Mouse, a dishwasher at NYC's Hellhouse and Weasel’s unofficial messenger boy. We do what we must.

A small prequel to The Erised Effect told from Draco's POV-------- Fuck, she was small. Small and petite and more than a foot smaller than him in height.Madness to consider that she was able slap him hard across the face in third year, when they were practically the same height. Again. Don’t go down that road. That particular incident is what he was sure had started all of this.No good would come at all from pulling at that particular root … that stem of fixation… Insta: ada_p_rix

Voldie has Harry. How does that change things?

Which would be harder? To be an Omega in an Alpha's world, or to have to play Omega to a pack of Alpha's that's known across the WHOLE world? As if disguising your gender truth isn't hard enough, how many omegas can say they have seven alphas that want to claim them? That went to the trouble of drafting up an overly generous contract just to have you as their omega? Oh, why did they have to find out your truth? Maybe it won't be so bad to be theirs, even if it's only by contract? After all, they're all so handsome, and smell so good, and-- Is it wrong to have your inner omega cooing at the idea that this could become more than just your Omega status being taken advantage of like it's been all over the world?

After a year at sea, Zuko becomes depressed, so Iroh decides to bring him on a dragon trip. Things get better, but he's questioning his life in the process. Then the Avatar pops up. or, Katara and Sokka get trapped with Zuko on the day of the Winter Solstice, things happen, and they accidentally become friends with their enemy. or or, I decided to fuse two AUs into one for maximum madness. -- Edit: this fic is currently on an indefinite hiatus, sorry guys

Mitsue Youko isn’t really bothered about being in the narutoverse. She’d planned on being a kunoichi to protect her family, without interfering, to the best of her ability. Everything sorts itself out in the end, after all. This, of course, becomes nearly impossible when she realises her Academy class is...the Rookie Nine’s class. Oh, joy. ... They’re gonna grow on her, aren’t they. [OR in which a reincarnated soul low-key believes her grandmother will ultimately be the cause of her death - not the upcoming war she shouldn't know anything about, no. Her ex-kunoichi, mysterious, cryptic, but no less lovable grandmother.]

He opens his eyes, and stares up at the canopy of the four poster bed he's in. It takes a second, his vision is a bit blurry, but it clears up quick enough. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds. Part of Jason keeps the count going, while the rest of him kind of just...seizes. Because he knows this canopy. He knows the the posts it's attached to. He—fuck—he knows the notch in the bottom left post he'd put in it when he'd stolen one of Bruce's batarangs when he was twelve and thrown it around like the stupid kid he'd been. This was Jason's room. Or, the one where Jason get's zapped with magic, wakes up in his teenage body, and decides to let the timeline know exactly how fucked it is. He also becomes the president of the Tim Drake Appreciation Club.

After Marinette is forced to reveal her secret identity to Adrien during an akuma attack, the pair realizes that they may have a lot more in common than they initially thought.

Penelope Garcia starts a group text for the members of the BAU. They all share and learn more about their resident genius. Light-hearted text fic with far too many dirty jokes.

(AKA The Sterek Scrubs AU) In which Stiles learns that med school didn’t prepare him for much at all; even the most epic of bromances can be weakened with the right amount of long, curly hair and dimples; and sometimes, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be - it’s the digging beneath the bravado that reveals who’s worth getting to know a little better. Dr. Hale’s probably still a dick, though.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Harry. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wish to help you." (OR, Horcrux!Tom helps Harry restore Voldemort's sanity and unite his soul. A gratuitous Tomarry Horcrux Hunt!Fic.)

The end of the war was within reach when disaster struck: Avatar Aang lost his life while energy-bending Ozai. But out of the darkness comes one last chance at hope, because the Avatar spirit was reborn… in Aang's instructors. Featuring time travel, meta snarking, and Avatar Zuko, Avatar Katara and Avatar Toph deciding to screw the rules and end the war their way.

A deleted scene where Eggsy is injected with a serum that makes him say everything that’s on his mind and he literally cannot stop talking about how amazing Harry is while Harry watches on both horrified and utterly smitten.

Han Jisung had a pretty normal life. He always knew he was a little bit different, but chose to pretend otherwise and hide in plain sight.He likes to keep to himself, and gets along with almost anybody.Until one day, an obnoxious new neighbor moves into the apartment next door.His life was never the same after that. In other words: this is a stray kids secret agent au, everyone has supernatural abilities, they are slightly aged up with occupations, everyone is kickass, and other kpop idols will make an appearance because im multifandom and proud. [Complete]

After the complete catastrophe that was fourth year - you know, triwizard tournament, death of a friend, the general fickle loyalties of the wizarding world - it's safe to say that Harry is nowhere close to being okay. Trapped and alone in a house that had never been his home, our favorite boy hero simply cannot resist opening the package his godfather gave him. What follows is a series of events including, but not limited to: the revelation of a long lasting crush, several parties, therapy, and one strangely happy goblin - not exactly in that order. Whatever the matter, Hogwarts, and the rest of the wizarding world, could never have prepared itself for a Harry Potter who embraced every facet of his personality - including the Slytherin bit.

When Harry is literally pulled from his own world to one very different. He is left wondering; what the hell is going on? But on some level, he has a feeling that what dragged him over had a plan. If only Harry knew what the hell that was.

So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth. "No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?" [About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]