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LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.1971 - 1995 This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise! PLEASE DO NOT COPY TO WATTPAD. SERIOUSLY, WHY?? Spotify playlist:https://open.spotify.com/user/htl2006/playlist/3z2NbLq2IVGG0NICBqsN2D?si=Liyl_JKJSx2RUqks3p50kg (Compiled by amazing reader, JustAnotherPerson) DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's disgusting transphobic views. NOTE: I AM NO LONGER READING OR REPLYING TO COMMENTS ON THIS FIC

The last real thing Harry remembers is standing across from Voldemort and watching the killing curse fly at his face. Then he visited a fluffy white limbo that somewhat resembles King Cross Station and instead of choosing to move on or go back he does something else entirely. And wakes up in his cupboard on the morning of Dudley's eleventh birthday. Because that makes sense. (No. No it doesn't.) But Harry is going to roll with it anyway.

Izuku Midoriya never got the chance to save Bakugo from the sludge villain and impress All Might. With his dream crushed, Izuku becomes bitter and angry. It also doesn't help that he faces discrimination at every turn.All he ever wanted was to be appreciated, so when the villains are the ones to recognize his talents rather than the heroes, well, Izuku just can't resist. He might as well help those who actually want him around.Mistakes were made, and now society must face a villain of their own making: Mastermind. This fic has a discord.

“The first group I sent over made the Avengers uncomfortable by thanking them constantly and asking for autographs. The next group stole things to sell on ebay. The group after that didn’t even get through the front door because Stark’s security system found something in their background that we missed. The fourth group left traumatized after cleaning out Thor’s room, apparently the god had some beheaded poultry dripping blood into a bowl in there. Then after that every group I’ve left hasn’t lasted more than three days because of some problem or another. I’m pretty sure one of those assholes has made it a game to scare my workers away.” “I don’t think you’re supposed to call the heroes of New York assholes.” Or, cleaning up after the Avengers involves more than just getting blood stains out of the carpet and most of them can't take the heat. Thankfully the Savior of the Wizarding has spent the last decade cleaning up after Death Eaters, so she's up to the task. Nothing, not pranks, bird corpses, or unidentified slime will keep her from cleaning up. This Fic is now complete!

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.” Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

The events leading up to the embarrassing moments during the Doomed Field trip, and how Peter Parker accidentally ended up in charge of things. All the while the political machine moves on, the Avengers do not kiss and make up, and the future draws ever closer.

When Wymack, Kevin and Andrew came to recruit Neil Josten in Millport, Neil decided to say 'no' instead of 'yes' to joining the Foxes and does what he does best, which is run. Unfortunately, that brings him to the attention of the Moriyamas, who return him to his 'rightful' place. Now Neil has to learn how to survive at the Nest with his only ally another 'asset' long kept under Riko's heel.

At thirty, Will Graham is finally evolving into his adult form, much to his consternation and his father's delight. But to Ezra Graham's absolute dismay, his emotional boy still refuses to hunt, feeling far too connected to the humans he grown up amongst. But at a hundred, the elder Graham know he's entering the last chapter of his life and won't be able to hunt for his fickle son for much longer. No, what his boy needed was a dominant mate to whip him in shape. It would be difficult. The Roux-Ga-Roux was a dying breed even in the old countries and were far more sparse here in the New World. But Ezra refused to be intimidated. If they left a big enough calling card, surely someone would come. To his utter surprise he finds two (two!) rather fine specimens responding.

...and the one time he lets them see it aka 5 times the kids torment Bruce, and the time that he actually arranges a meet-up and minds are blown

Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

Sometimes, Neal Caffrey displayed the strangest behaviors. The White Collar unit tries to make sense of their resident CI's quirks while Neal - alias Dick Grayson, alias Nightwing - has the time of his life messing with their heads. What would they say if they knew everyone in Gotham shared his odd habits?

Kakashi is not prepared for a genin team, let alone one with the sweetest little unsuspecting omega-to-be like the blonde one. A/B/O jounin claims – Naruto smells just so fucking good, with a really innocent Naruto and a Kakashi who tries to be good but just fails spectacularly

Paris isn't that big and everybody talks. Plus a certain little fibber has plastered her lies all over one of the most popular blogs in the city...

It isn’t every day Stiles finds himself in a basement out of a nightmare, pinned under a giant monster wolf. But hey, his schedule is flexible.

“Things are a little complicated with your daddy right now,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over her warm skin. “But we’re gonna figure it out. We have to. For you.” She imagines all of the milestones — the doctor’s appointments, finding out her pants don’t fit anymore, feeling their baby kick, the baby’s birth — and she’s so fucking uninterested in doing it alone that she fumbles for her phone, firing a quick text off to Tim before laying down. To: Tim BradfordFrom: Lucy ChenWe need to talk. OR What if Lucy was pregnant when Tim broke up with her?

Clarke is a volunteer with Ark University's anonymous and confidential Peer Support Line. Her first chat proves to be more difficult than she had anticipated, but once it is over, she can't stop thinking about it, and she can't quite let it go. Or Clarke helps Lexa through the toughest time of her life

A kid from Queens was all it took to melt the ice around Tony Stark's frozen heart.--A series of oneshots that delve into the relationship between Tony Stark and Peter Parker as their lives begin to merge.

Still:1. Free from noise or turbulence: Calm, tranquil2. To put an end to: Settle3. Always, continually4. In spite of: Nevertheless “How are you feeling?” Harry asked, and hesitantly raised his hand to stroke over Severus’ back, over the ridges of old wounds, and the sinewy muscle wrapped around bone. His soldier, cast in iron and covered with a patina of scars. Merlin, he was so in love. “Did you sleep alright?”

Tumblr Prompt:I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong person and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit, you're hot.

“To the end of the world,” Lucy murmurs, and she doesn’t know if it’s the look in his eyes, the desperation of the moment, or the knowledge that the world might be ending and they may never get another chance that propels them forward. Tim smirks, her heart thunders in her chest, and she takes a single step closer to him. “Whenever that may be,” he says, and then he’s raising the glass to his lips and taking a long swig. Lucy mirrors the movement and then licks her lips, the tequila burning down her throat as Tim stares at her, his own lips wet with the whiskey he’s clutching in his hand. “Tim,” she breathes, because despite the fact that he hasn’t let her be afraid yet, she is a little bit. “Lucy,” he murmurs. She doesn’t know who moves first, just that, later, it keeps her up at night. OR Chenford hooks up during the missile threat and there are consequences.

Midoriya Izuka was a plain looking, fragile quirkless girl. Her lifelong dream was to be a hero just like her idol All Might. When she was diagnosed as quirkless at the age of four, and her mother said she is sorry, her dreams shattered like glass. She dreamed about it nonetheless. After ten years of cruel bullying, abuse and neglect, she was on the brink of giving up. Everything changed when she was seen by her idol. As a cruel twist of fate, the universe gave her a quirk which is perfect for her role as the next Symbol of Peace but because of the nature of it, she needed a slight push to receive it.[Canon divergence. Izuku is a girl, attempted suicide and she force-manifest a quirk. The perfect quirk to compliment One for All.][I try to balance out the angst with fluff and crack. Izuka has a really messed up personality, and she is not that plain looking anymore.] Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, Boku no Hero Academia is not mine in any kind of manner. (Massive grammartical and flow edit underway, next chapter coming soon. Announced: 2024.07.11.)

Margaret “Maggie” Stark is the newest heir to the Stark legacy, and the bane of Tony’s existence. But once she falls into HYDRA’s hands she becomes the Wyvern: a cybernetically enhanced assassin and operative, programmed to become the greatest weapon of her time. But the Wyvern finds herself pulled between two missions: to obey, or to avenge herself against a metal-armed Soldier she can barely remember? Eventual Bucky/OC. (I'm bad at summaries. Trust me, this story goes places you might not expect) SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING: DO NOT REPOST MY WORK TO OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

Adora suppressed an awkward smile, waiting until the lecture hall had mostly cleared before finally looking up. "Could you at least try to call me Professor?" “Sure, Professor.” Catra teased. “Can I ask you a question, Professor? Or are you too busy right now?” “That depends, what’s it about?” Her lip twitched. "I don't think I understand the essay prompt. Mind if I swing by for some help?"---Even as a college professor, Adora is as oblivious as ever. Catra is her definitely not love-struck student. There's a little more going on here than meets the eye... Feelings, smut, and a lot of plot.

During the year in which they turn eighteen, all American citizens are tested to find where they fall on the Dom-sub scale and are assigned to a Dom - either to mentor them as they learn how to be a Dom themselves, or to look after them and make sure their needs as a submissive are met. When Stiles tests as a sub, he’s assigned to Derek Hale, and the two of them gradually learn to rely on and love each other. Derek is written by seekeronthepath; Stiles by kattseyedemon; and all other characters as suited the scene. Updates weekly. WARNINGS: As is canon, Derek was in a relationship with Kate Argent at a young age. It was abusive, and Derek is dealing with the aftermath of that abuse throughout this fic. Specific warnings will be on the relevant chapters.

In Night City, there’s always been violence, mayhem, and a general sense that death could quite literally be around the corner. That’s the rub for the most dangerous city in the world. Of course, no one expects to be one of those unfortunate souls until they’re staring down the barrel of a gun. Adrian Walker was one of those people, content with his lot until his mother is killed in front of him, his arm and eye are destroyed, and his home is burned to the ground. With nothing left to his name but a gun and a choice, he must fight his way out of this predicament by any means necessary, both for his own sake and the sake of the only family he has left. He might not be special, and he might not be strong, but he is beyond determined to carve out a place and get revenge for him and his... or die trying. But who is the man that saved him, and why did he agree to train him? Who did his gun belong to before his mother stole it? And who the hell is this short, crazy woman who keeps flirting with him? Now with a TV Tropes page! Somehow. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/CyberpunkEdgerunnersTheRebelPath

In the Department of Mysteries, Lupin arrives in the arch room a minute earlier and he recognises the threat Bellatrix poses. When Sirius doesn‘t die, everything changes... In which Harry discovers his sexuality, Ron throws a fit, Draco is crushing on the Boy Who Lived but tries to ignore it and when Harry confronts Draco about what he is up to in the Room of Requirement, it all gets way out of control. Written for a promt from vernie_klein who wanted sixth year Harry/Draco with lots of sex and alive!Sirius.

"I'm sorry. Do I smell like paint fumes?" Eren asked, batting his green eyes innocently, but with a cheeky smile, knowing exactly what the problem was. Levi slanted his gaze to his passenger, his right hand lazily draped over the steering wheel, leaning on his left along the open window. "No. You smell good to be honest. I just don't want to order wood with wood if you catch my drift," he replied with a half smirk before his silvery gaze shifted back to the road. Levi Ackerman is an Alpha and a contractor with commitment issues. Eren Jäeger is an unbonded and infertile Omega who has just moved to a new town and bought a new house. He hires Levi to landscape his yard and both are immediately struck with intense and potent attraction, highly compatible in ways neither of them have ever experienced before. Levi's not like other Alphas Eren's been involved with and Eren makes Levi feel in ways he shouldn't. What happens when casual becomes complicated and lust evolves into so much more? Follow them as they redefine what it means to fall in love and learn what it really means to be bonded. Disclaimer: We don't own Shingeki no Kyojin or its characters.

The thing about not being able to die is that it makes everything so dreadfully boring. Seriously, immortality's a bitch. So, you gotta keep things interesting. How else are you supposed to get through the day without going insane? Well, more insane. Wade wants to be a hero, but fighting bad guys isn't enough to keep things interesting. Wooing Spider-Man might help, though. And exploring his kinks definitely will. Of course, he never thought anything would come of either of these things. Boy, was he wrong!

When Ruby was four, she saw her mother executed by the Kingdom of Atlas. In a world without Grimm, Huntsmen are mere soldiers, and Ruby is trained in secret to redeem her mom's haunted legacy. But to succeed, she'll have to survive her own teammates: an heiress born with a terrible curse, a revolutionary with a murderous past, and her own sister, who's slowly losing her mind.

Fury is pissed off to find that everyone thinks Tony Stark is the leader of the Avengers after the Battle of New York. He tries to set things straight. It doesn't work.

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?” “Wrong number, asshole!” “Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively. Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101. “What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?” “The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!” “What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

“Oh shit,” Jaskier muttered. He crawled as far back into his little shelter as he could fit. He hadn’t planned for this to happen. He hadn’t thought this through at all. He didn’t know what to do next. In the blink of an eye, the monster had rounded his shield of roots and was staring directly at him. Now he’d never know what that look in Geralt’s eyes meant, that quick glance he had chosen to direct at Jaskier when it appeared he’d had less than a second left to live himself. Jaskier’s hands were clenched at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his head and make himself as small as possible. But if he was going to die anyway, he wasn’t going to spend his last moments curled up in a frightened little ball. Or, Geralt is doing a fine job of pretending being followed around by a pining bard does nothing but annoy him, until Jaskier gets hurt.

It all starts with the stars, doesn't it? She doesn't know how she got there, or why. But she has a mum who she loves, magic at her fingertips she only read about in books, and a whole lot of knowledge and not enough backbone to let things play out how they're supposed to. Having a bleeding heart always did make things more difficult for her. Or alternatively: Confused woman wakes up as a baby and later finds out she's in the HP universe, gets attached to the characters and makes her way into trolling most adults, just because.

Clarke Griffin is not nearly as enthusiastic as her friends to start the new semester. Maybe, it's because she's a transfer, new school already tainted by the bad experiences of the last one. Maybe it's because her mom hasn't called, or because her ex won't stop calling. No matter what it is, it's all made worse when she finds out that her room is directly across from the RA. An RA who she can't stop thinking about.

Fifteen years ago, a boy disappeared. Ripples in the water, the butterfly flaps its wings, and everything changes. The notice is unremarkable, one face lost among a sea of lost faces. It is a yearbook photo of a young boy in his school uniform. His eyes are wide, shadowed by dark half-circles. His hair is green, wild and curly. He does not smile as he stares into the camera, and the somber expression makes him looks far older than his purported thirteen years. The text below the photo reads: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?