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When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn't as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry's life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry's life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.

Strange’s second spell does not have anything to do with memory. Maybe Peter should have expected it, as the previous one acted in the same way.Instead of erasing the memories of the ones he loves across the world, the incantation instead plucked him from his universe, erasing all traces of his existence, and threw him into a new one.Now seventeen, having lost his family and friends, he finds himself in a strange world, alone in one of the most dangerous cities across all dimensions. Or : Peter needs money to survive Gotham and picks up a pizza delivery job. Spider-Man/DCU (Specifically Batman) Crossover Do not repost to monetized websites like webnovel

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.

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Schlatt told Tubbo. He looked over at Tommy. “You can take your cloak off if you want, kid.” “I’m not a kid,” Tommy said automatically, immediately gripping onto his cloak more tightly. He didn’t want Tubbo to hate him. As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he actually liked Tubbo quite a bit, and if he took the cloak off, Tommy was sure to be cast out immediately. Or, Tommy runs away from Dream, hiding his wings from everyone he knows.

Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.

they have his mother's eyes, these would-be velaryon boys. not those of their own mother, but his. the king stretches limbs and smiles wide, heedless of his brother's fury mingled with agony, his daughter's frozen gaze. fire and blood has reunited. all must be well. the king thinks nothing of the prince's lack of mourning blacks, for the whole kingdom knew the wife daemon targaryen sought was never found in the vale. ten years after the godsforsaken night in the brothel, daemon targaryen makes his return to court to find it infested with vipers that threaten to coil lethal bodies around his niece. his niece and the nephews that bear his features yet claim the name velaryon. the rogue prince has returned, and a reckoning is set to begin.

Steve Rogers is a capable leader, a kind and cheerful man, a good friend, a strong role model, and a loyal soldier. He's also teetering on the edge of suicide.

Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off presenter. or, Sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “It’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “It’s the kneading. It’s his hands. They’re obscene.” Lily laughs. “They are a bit, aren’t they?”

Daisy was tired of all the fighting, heartbreak, and being left alone when she was no longer useful. But as long as she was in her universe, there was no stopping. It’d never be allowed. So if she wanted out, it meant going somewhere that’d never heard of Daisy Johnson, Quake, or the Destroyer of Worlds. So a universe where there never was a Daisy Johnson. She wasn’t exactly expecting a world with a brand-new and shiny Superhero. One who clearly had no idea how to protect themselves from being chewed up and spat out.

After everything with the Accords, Tony Stark's reputation is in the toilet. Fortunately, he's got Spider-Man to make it better. (AKA Five times Peter and Tony's relationship made the internet implode a little)

“Alright, Jungkook-ah. I’m going to pick you up now, but I need you to stay awake.” Jungkook nods, feeling a bit like the bones in his neck have screwed one turn too loose. “M’kay, Hoseok-ssi.” The older man laughs, then, and it sounds a little choked. “Honey, I think it’s ok to call me hyung at this point.” Oh. “M’kay, hyung.”~Or, Jungkook finds a family in the most unpleasant way possible.

Determined to stop Thanos by killing him before he collects all the Stones, Tony travels back in time and seeks out the one person who can help him: Dr. Stephen Strange. With less than a week to go before Thanos's ships crashland on Earth, Tony and Strange form an alliance - and, just maybe, start falling in love.

When Jeongguk's parents die on his 18 birthday, he decided to take guardianship of his 3 year old brother, Jimin. One year later, he finds himself slumped on a dirty grocery store tile floor, with a 4 year old with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. 13 dollars in his pocket will pay for dinner, but it won't pay for dinner and $9.89 Motrin for his little brother's fever. And he's not going to let the boy with daydreaming eyes and golden skin in the same aisle pay for it, no matter how gentle he is.

Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, “So we’re a group of…traveling…personal grooming experts. I guess.” Patrick looked at Gerard. “And their priest.” “We’re very spiritual,” Ray mumbled.

Three months have passed since Yo Han's final act of revenge and Ga On is struggling. Despite his best efforts, he hasn't been able to make much progress in straightening out the chaos Yo Han left in his wake. Each day, Ga On grows more and more frustrated, trying not to feel like a complete failure. But, even worse than that, is the loneliness. Ga On knows he only has himself to blame for the emptiness he now feels, but he also can't help but long for what he once had. Which is why he almost doesn't dare to believe it when Elijah reaches out to him after months of silence. But Ga On knows better than to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He's determined to set things right and, this time, he's not going to make the same mistakes. What Ga On doesn't expect is just how overwhelming it will feel to suddenly have Yo Han back in his life. And that, maybe, he doesn't actually want things to return to what they used to be. Ga On wants something else entirely — something new, breathtaking, and frightening. But oh so tempting.

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks. He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t. Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center. He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future. And then he leaves.

The Wizarding World is rebuilding itself after the Battle, as are the people who were caught up in it. Choices must be made, and paths must be taken if they are to move forward. For many, this is a second chance at life, at happiness, and even at love.

“Before Soojin passed, she gave me a name. Well, I’m pretty sure it’s a name. An unfamiliar one.” He’s played it over in his head again and again so he wouldn’t forget it. It isn’t familiar to him, not a name that’s ever belonged to his pack. It must mean something, though. It was the last thing she said before she died. “Kim Taehyung.” Alpha looks more upset now than he did when he first approached Jeongguk in the clearing. “He is the one that kept her away from us. He is human, Jeongguk, the boy should not be left with him.” It comes out like a command, the words spat out. They linger in the air until Alpha’s eyes are on him expectantly. Jeongguk nods, a slight jerk of his head to acknowledge the statement. He sinks back when Alpha accepts it and extracts the boy from his chest to wake him further. Regardless of what Alpha wants, he knows Soojin gave him that name for a reason, used the last of her breath to do so. Jeongguk is going to find Kim Taehyung.

The opening beats of Lady Gaga’s ‘Bad Romance’ begin. The bass thumping so loudly from the speakers behind her that Kate will probably hear phantom traces of it for days. She stares across the bar. Watching the bartenders work. Wondering how they can hear the orders over the music and rowdy crowd. A woman on the opposite end catches her eye. She’s short. Curly brown hair. Wearing a black bomber jacket and beanie. She’s beautiful. And she’s smiling at Kate. A Kacy Law School AU *Complete*

A freak accident with Arthur's enchanted Ford Anglia causes a minor explosion and a major change in the Weasley household. With Arthur in a coma and Molly having passed away, Bill and Charlie can't afford to quit their jobs and must support the family from afar. Thus, it falls to Percy to handle the day-to-day, even if he's not sure that he can.

“I’m not paranoid! I’m... we’re from below. You know everyone is out to get us. Topsiders and the others from the undercity. They always have been. Every one of them!” Jinx shouts. She's trying to focus, but the whispers are getting louder and the shadows are creeping back in. “I had to be stronger to survive. I had to be strong enough to do it on my own. You weren’t there and I... had to be better. Better for Silco. Good enough to help him. He was the only one there and he didn’t have anyone else. He needed me and I had to be good enough not to get in the way,” Jinx tries to scream, but her throat croaks out the words instead. Vi’s eyes soften. “So let me be there for you now that he’s gone. Let me help you chase the monsters away just one more time,” Vi offers, holding her hand out. Jinx looks away. Chains are rattling around the room and she wants to scream at them to stop. She wants Vi to fight back. She needs so badly for her to fight back. -Jinx always thought she was in control, but lately it has been harder to figure out what's real. When everything breaks, she discovers the truth is far different then she expected, and the family she longs for isn't lost forever after all.

“I could have taken care of them alone,” says the guy he just saved, finally coming out in the light to watch the last of the gang scramble away as fast as he could. “But thanks.” Jason turns, a quip ready on his lips, but his breath gets taken away by the unexpected sigh. Because, right here in front of him and none the wiser, is Dick Grayson himself — Nightwing, leader of the Titans, former Robin, favored son of Batman. His big brother. OR: Red Hood saves Dick Grayson from a mugging. Everything spirals out of his control, then.

“It would seem,” the Cardinal finished, “that Father Way’s body has disappeared.” There was a silence. Eventually Bob said, “What the fuck?” “Yes,” said the Cardinal. “Quite.”

Twenty two years have passed since the defeat of Pitch, and Jack lives alone, touch-starved, with only the company of a solitary Nightmare. One evening the Man in the Moon sets him on a path that will lead him to unexpected relationships, draw the attention of the Guardians to a new coalition of villains, and challenge Jack's every notion of what it is to be good, evil, and what it is to live in the shadows.

¬¬¬ HAITUS Prompt: Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1 And it has now taken over my life. Please enjoy literal devil!peter and Stiles!!

There’s something wrong with Tommy. Dream will help him figure out what. Or: Dream starts testing the revive book on Tommy in exile. Apparently Apollo has cursed me.

Grindewald fell in 1950: the five years in which he still held sway changed the course of history. Wizarding Britain, terrified at threats to the Statute of Secrecy, decided in the late 50s to pass the Muggleborn Wizarding Appropriation Act, which took muggleborn children from their parents at the first incidence of accidental magic. Children could be fostered or adopted by wizarding families, or would live in Wizarding Institutional Houses. Some Pureblood families took things a step further and decided to foster children in case they only had one heir to act as a sibling, companion, and stand-in for punishments deemed too harsh for their own children. If the muggleborn did well, they reasoned, it meant they had earned their place in the wizarding world. Hermione Granger is such a child, chosen at a young age to be Draco Malfoy's companion. She's an ideal muggleborn: polite, intelligent, and capable. It's not until she attends Hogwarts that someone sees her potential. She becomes the favorite of a certain professor, who sees her power for what it is. Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy is embroiled in Wizarding politics, influenced by his sister-in-law's mad manipulations. *updates weekly

“Regulus,” Sirius finally said, once he trusted he had his own voice under control, “has never once let me help him, even before I was a filthy blood-traitor. Why the fuck do you think I’d be able to save him now?” Tomorrow night. Kreacher’s words throbbed inside his head. Regulus will die tomorrow night. Sirius definitely wasn’t going to be getting any sleep at all this week. Sirius thought he had cut all ties with his family, but when Kreacher shows up in his bedroom with a dire warning, he's hardly able to let his idiot little brother die. And when he learns about the Horcrux his brother was chasing, he's hardly about to let him take on Voldemort alone. But getting tangled up in the House of Black again is not the best way to prove his innocence among an already-suspicious Order. Sirius has to walk a fine line if he wants to keep everyone he loves alive. (This series is in chronological order but does not need to be read in that order. NO other stories in this series are required reading, but all are suggested to flesh out the backstory.)

Dean takes a really, really long drive to kick fear in the ass. It might just be the best thing he ever decides to do. ~~~ The seat squeaks, and Dean follows the sound, his gaze trailing down. There—where Jack sat moments ago—is a much tinier version of him. He looks mostly the same, just...smaller and more dimply and cuter, if that's possible. His clothes have shrunk to fit him, so he's casually sitting in a t-shirt, jeans, and scuffed tennis shoes. He swings his feet from side-to-side over the edge of Baby's seat the same way Sam used to in the back, and he stares up at Dean with clear eyes. "Oh," Dean blurts out, eyes bulging, "Cas is going to fucking kill me."

Children in Cloud Recesses are succumbing to a dark curse. There's one person who may be able to help.

Catra clenches her fists. She won’t let it happen. She won’t endanger their future. “We can’t change anything. We’ll just have to wait, and do everything the same way we did before.” Adora grabs Catra’s shoulders. Her grip is so tight, it’s nearly painful. “But do you realize what that means for us? Playing along. Letting things go the exact same way as before–” Catra’s expression darkens. “I know,” she says, struggling to keep her voice from trembling. “You’ll have to leave. We’ll have to be enemies again.” ***Years after defeating Horde Prime, Catra and Adora inexplicably wake up in the past—on the day that Adora first found the sword. If they're going to make it back to the present, they'll have to relive their past from start to finish, pretending to be enemies despite being in love. Despite being married. Despite knowing exactly how the story ends. But it's not easy, waging war against the person you love most. (now read the sequel, immemorial)!

In less than a year, Steve has been brought back from the dead, adapted to a whole new world, plunged right back into battle again, and moved in with a bunch of superheroes. He's handling everything remarkably well. Except when he's not.

The last living relative of Bucky Barnes seems to be a normal teenager in a quiet and weird little town in California. The keyword being 'seems'. “You’re Captain America!” the boy shouted in disbelief. Steve smiled and nodded sheepishly. He glanced at the sheriff, whose eyebrows were also going up as he looked Steve over, and then looked back at the boy. “Yeah, I…I am. The original one,” Steve added, focusing on the boy. “Your grand-uncle…Bucky Barnes was my best friend growing up, and his family practically adopted me when my own died. I…I always planned to come back to his family, even after he died. When I…woke up, a few months ago, I looked for his family. And that’s…well, you.” Stiles’ mouth opened and closed as he gaped in shock.

In 1989, Hob Gadling gets stood up. He waits. A story about meticulously constructing an inn with soft focus, 80's goths and Berlin, a folding chair, The Princess Bride, blondes, blood, fear, Fates, and what was always written. What will always be.