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Hermione Granger didn't really expect to live through the war, or at least she hadn't planned for what would come after. Now that it was over, she had to figure out how to move on and what to do next. She decided to focus on a number of personal projects. Getting her NEWTs. Becoming an Animagus. Figuring out who she really was by doing whatever she wanted. As part of her progress towards that last part, she let herself get distracted by Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, and ended up doing a lot of things she'd never done before.

(FIC HAS BEEN FULLY REVISED AND EDITED TO THIRD-PERSON POV! REVISED AS OF 6/30/21! WOO!) Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

“You need an orgasm.” That was absolutely the last thing she’d thought Draco Malfoy would ever say to her. Did he even consider her a sexual creature? How interesting. But regardless, his advice was useless because orgasms weren’t something she had ready access to. “Excellent advice.” She turned a corner suddenly and quickly trotted up the steps. He barely faltered, keeping up with her seamlessly, uncowed by her unwelcoming tone. “That sounded sarcastic.” “Ten points to Slytherin,” she said, even more sarcastically, and then winced when she remembered that, as Head Girl, she actually had the authority to grant them and would probably see an additional ten emeralds in their vessel at dinner. Bugger. ——— Or where Hermione has never had an orgasm and Draco cannot abide. (This has turned into a full-on sexploration with a lil burgeoning romance, and is my ode to sex, good communication, and all my favorite tropes)

It wasn't love at first sight. It took a few times for Clarke and Lexa to realize it. They swore it was only going to be a one time thing but it was so much more than that. OR Lexa is the star of the basketball team and Clarke is the new art teacher.

After indulging Ron’s request to take their newly-founded relationship to the next level, Hermione finds herself pregnant just a month after the Battle of Hogwarts. In a post-war society where Pure and Half-blood babies are highly desired, she finds her best option for resolving her situation lies in the hands of the person she trusts least in the world: Draco Malfoy. Spotify Playlist

"So like in 'Step Up'?"Allura shrugs. "Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it's just like in 'Step Up'."The smile that she sends Shiro's way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn't believe in dance camps. - Lance McClain's dancing career begins and ends with Keith. Keith just wants to find out what Lance's deal is.

When Steve applies for a summer camp per Dustin's request, he doesn’t expect to have the most interesting summer of his life. Featuring a sulky metalhead who hates Steve for no reason, eight kids set on driving Steve to an early grave, Robin Buckley’s ability to charm any girl she wants, and Steve’s bisexual disaster/dream/nightmare. But hey, that’s what summer camp is all about. Right?

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

A collection of minifics about SakuOro and their family. Many involving bb!Kakashi, and some with a variety of adopted cublings.

Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?" Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out. "Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally. Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch. "Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?" Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou. But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something. (Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

As an exchange art student in Paris, you expected things to be different from what you were used to. What you didn't expect was a flirty cat boy to be your source of inspiration, as well as of constant embarrassment.

When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.

Jungkook accidentally fires his skateboard through the window of a dance studio.

“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?”

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott. He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw. Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous. They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects. MY TUMBLR IS;thewolf-inred.tumblr.com

Steve's been friends with Bucky for fourteen years. Unfortunately, he's also been in love with him for nearly just as long. He's been pretty good at hiding that over the past few years - until he follows a porn link one night and accidentally discovers that his best friend is secretly a camboy. Steve really shouldn't watch those videos... Not with the filthy things Bucky does to himself that gets him screaming every time he comes... He shouldn't... he really fucking shouldn't. But Steve's only human.

Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint... and Draco’s no saint.

When Kate returns to New York after a year and a half away for her mother's trial, she is hoping to keep a low profile. It all comes crashing down, when a certain russian blonde assassin is thrown back into her life, the two going on a whirlwind adventure to catch notorius mob boss, Kingpin, before he has a chance to get to Kate. -----The blonde is serious, her features hard like marble, and Kate has to stop herself from taking a step back as Yelena advances towards her. “I was hired to kill you.”...“Well, shit.”

It doesn't explain why he's lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him. As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis' wet dreams since he was about eighteen. (Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

George is joking when he tells Dream to send him one of his hoodies. This doesn’t mean he regrets it when he actually does.

lance to hunk ♡>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E (Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there's lots of shirtless selfies)

[In which Jimin starts a group chat with a bunch of people he knows, hoping for them all to become close friends despite several of them being very confused and unwilling] NamJune has added Yoongi to the chat Yoongi:joon wut NamJune:idk just play alongu need friends anyway u antisocial walnut Yoongi:wtf i thought u were my friend YourHobi:top 10 anime betrayals

Marinette traced her fingers down the smooth lines of the magazine, a blush creeping to her face. It wasn’t just his toned, muscular body that set her aflame, although that was certainly a bonus. It was his eyes. The way his body appeared, languid like a summers day. His body said relax but his eyes said devour. From the pages of the advertisement, Adrien smouldered in a way that he’d never done during any of his other numerous photographs, and yet she was struck with a familiarity that made her skin tingle, made her swallow with sudden and surprising nervousness. She was sure she’d seen that expression somewhere before. A pair of green eyes looking at her like that, with an unknown question in his hungry gaze. She’d seen that smoulder before. In which Adrien loses a bet and becomes an underwear model, Marinette loses her mind, and the whole fiasco starts a fire which might lead to the pair discovering their identities.

Lan Wangji encounters a beautiful stranger during a routine night hunt. He is enchanted.

Just one bite; to taste, and let go. Or, the on-field flirting is getting a little ridiculous.

Milena finds her feet in the White Wolf's court. Lambert attempts to figure out how to flirt.

The stranger quirks a smile, his eyes twinkling a little. He’s very cute, actually, but Jimin is hardly concerned with that right now. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” the man asks expectantly, glancing at Hyungsik. “Of course,” Jimin says, turning to face Hyungsik. “How rude of me. Hyungsik, this is my boyfriend.” The corners of his mouth twitch. “What?” “Yes,” Jimin repeats. “My boyfriend. His name is...” Jimin finds the stranger’s foot with his own and steps on it gently, crushing the toe of his chunky sneaker under his Chelsea boot. “Jungkook,” the man says, and it sounds like he’s choking back a laugh. “My name is Jungkook.”

Suddenly, like the unpredictable spring of a cobra, the answer struck her. “Oh. I understand. You’re courting me.” She pauses for a moment, thinking. She notices and chooses to ignore the gradual parting of Enid’s lips as her mouth gapes. “Very well then. You may continue.” AKA: The fic where Enid stumbles into the Addam’s family tradition of formal courtship, and is left to continue to stumble through the process.

Hermione's stuck in a broken lift with a tipsy Draco Malfoy. What a way to spend the Friday before Christmas.

A collection of all my MW2 fanfics, headcanons, etc. cross-posted from Tumblr and kept in an easy-to-find place :-)

Omegas are coveted members of society. Alphas and Betas alike have no restraint when it comes to an Omega and their alluring scent. In this society it is perfectly normally for an Omega to be taken at any time, as long as they are willing of course, but Omegas are cock hungry creatures and could never refuse a good dicking.

Hermione discovers something about her professor that leads her to go knocking on her door, late at night. If you would like to read the fic in Russian, it is currently being translated here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/10752964

It was common knowledge that you had a relationship with all of the brothers. Not that all of them were happy about it, but that was just how it was. You weren't secretive about it, and each of them was slightly different from the others, but that little fact was always present. Always hanging in the air around you when you were with any of them. If any of them didn't like it, they would never tell you. After all, it was kind of their fault that you had this strange shared relationship.

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

"Hey! Wake up you piece of shit! Are you alive?!" The man winces and scrunches his face in pain but Bakugou continued to hold him in place. Good, he's alive- Piercing red eyes flutter open and gaze lazily straight at Bakugou's face and Bakugou feels his heart skip a beat. Oh, Fuck-