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Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Merlin Serisi 5 Finali "Günün Elması"ndan sonra geçer.Kanona Uygun.Karaktere Uygun. Arthur Pendragon Geri Dönüyor.Kapak resmi Lao-Pendragon tarafından yapılmıştır ------ Uzun yıllar boyunca Merlin bekledi. Ruhunun diğer yarısı için, hayatının diğer yarısı için. Arthur'a hizmet etmek için doğmuştu. Bu yüzden beklemek için de doğmuştu. Bin yıl sürse bile. Bekleyişin asla bitmeyecekmiş gibi görünse bile. Ta ki bir gün, aniden, bitsin diye. Arthur, ölümünden 1500 yıl sonra Avalon Gölü'nden tökezleyerek çıktığında, tanıdığı dünyadan farklı bir dünya bulur. Sevdiği herkesin kaybıyla ve yaklaşan kehanetin tehdidiyle karşı karşıya kalan Arthur, sadece bir kral değil, aynı zamanda Tek ve Geleceğin Kralı olmanın ne anlama geldiğini öğrenmelidir. Merlin, kralına olan aşkını ve onu tekrar kaybetme korkusunu gizleme mücadelesi verirken, onu yönlendirmek için elinden gelenin en iyisini yapar. Hikaye, atışmalar, şakalaşmalar, şakalar ve Gerçek Aşk içerir.

Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.

[Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock. “Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles. What the fuck? “Sokka, I—” Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good. “What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”] Or: An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends. Yeah, nah.

The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us. (The one-shot smut fic that turned into an entire world for you.)

Approaching his last semester as a student of U.A., Izuku is almost looking forward to whatever kind of "team-building exercise" that Aizawa has planned, before Classes 3-A and 3-B are combined into one super-class. He's looking forward to getting to know some of the members of 3-B better! He doesn't quite understand why he's been put in a group with six women for this exercise, but they're all capable heroes-to-be (even if they're all distractingly attractive), so he won't complain! Before the exercise even begins, a stranger approaches Izuku, and before he knows what's happening, he and the six girls are sent somewhere strange, waking up in a prehistoric paradise that doesn't quite make sense. Unfortunately, it seems like their clothes didn't make the trip! What are these seven students to do, when they're stuck together for who knows how long? Well, they're certainly going to get closer, that's for sure.

“Is he whining about Eddie being mean to him again?” Robin is leaning in the doorway, eating a leftover slice that’s probably cold by now. “You talk about him more than you talk about girls, Steve, it’s getting concerning. Anyone would think you had a crush.” or, steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem.

In the end, she has to hand it to him— he'd always been an expert in taking her by surprise, and it would appear that he's chosen not to shake the habit even in death. "Rey Skywalker?" There's a vaguely sardonic twist to the corner of his mouth. "Does that make you my cousin now?" "It seemed like a fitting tribute," she says in wooden tones. Be it dream or vision, she might as well play along— draw this out until reality comes crashing back. Who knows when he'll come to her again as solid and as vibrant as this? "I see." Suddenly he's leaning into her, their faces so close together. "Tell me," he murmurs, his lips almost brushing against hers, "have you ever heard of the term kissing cousins?" She registers the smell of alcohol on his breath at the same time that his eyes flutter shut and he slumps face-down into her lap, snoring softly. You're alive, is all she can think at first, staring down at his head of lush black hair. Ben Solo is alive. Alive and very, very drunk.

“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.” “I think so,” Sizhui says. “To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says. “Yes,” Sizhui says. “So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.” Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them. (Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)

It's the same place they left, but Dipper and Mabel aren't the same kids who left it. A story of the uneven after: new friends, new family, and the promise of a new tomorrow. (Gradual Dipcifica, Mystery Twins bonding, family ties, weird science, and the Power of Friendship™—anthyding can hadplen!) Book One: anyway, i've been there (1-56)Book Two: new summer season (57-122)Book Three: a map to nameless stars (In Progress)

As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now. -Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

In his mind, the fall lasts a small eternity. In reality, it's maybe two seconds.Will and Hannibal go over the cliff, just like they planned. Picks up where the finale ends, fills in all the blanks of the last episode, and continues through to their new life as Murder Husbands. My version of a fix-it fic.

While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud.

“I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest. “I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.” “You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.” In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers. Based on this tumblr post.

It’s been over a year after the Fall and most people know Will’s in a relationship. They just don’t know exactly with who… A sequel to ‘The Shape of Me Will Always Be You’, but can be read as a standalone. Translation into Chinese available hereFan videos available hereFan art master post available here

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

One typical, ordinary morning, the entirety of the cultivation world awaken in a strange room resembling that of the Burial Mounds. Wei Wuxian, as usual, is the prime suspect for their mysterious appearance. Although... "Shijie...?" "A-Xian!" "Wei Ying!" "Wei Wuxian!" What entity transported them into that strange room, and for what purpose? And someone PLEASE explain to Jiang Wanyin why Wen Ruohan is having the time of his life right now..!! And most importantly, why are both Wei Wuxian's past AND thoughts being broadcasted to everyone? And why, for the last time, are all of the supposedly-dead people (including the bad guys) alive again? (Or: The characters of Mo Dao Zu Shi watch Mo Dao Zu Shi) Russian Translation Spanish Translation

Alex Claremont-Diaz has it all. His mom won the election, he’s got the perfect boyfriend. He gets to love Henry out loud. Everything is great. Perfect. Except for the itch under his skin every time he goes outside, and the tightness in his chest when he goes online, and the fact that he can’t fucking sleep. But it's fine. He's fine. Really. —-Or: after the emails, Alex Claremont-Diaz isn’t fine.

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

“I see.” Zuko closes the scroll. “Is the Water Tribe sending a replacement?” “Uh yeah,” Sokka gestures to himself dramatically. “You’re looking at him.”

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things: Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; he has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; he keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who must be as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is. For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

Life goes on after the Foxes win the championship, and for Andrew and Neil it's uncharted territory with only each other for guides. Maybe it's time to put away some of those hard edges, and learn how to touch more softly, and speak more honestly. And if they falter, they have their family to help them get back on their feet.

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

"No, nononono, Sasuke," Naruto desperately grasps at Sasuke's shirt, now fully died a rusty brown copper. He can already feel the elaborate seal tugging. "Seals are my thing, you son of a bitch!" "Dobe," Sasuke smirks but it's more of an endearment now. Naruto just wants to see his face one more time but these goddamned tears- "Y-you have to come after me, yeah?" Naruto blabbers. "Promise me, teme. Promise me, Sasuke."Sasuke... doesn't answer. "I love you." It was a phrase unspoken and Naruto had wished that Sasuke would've said it for the first time after this five-going-six year war. He can feel the pull of the seal and I don't know what to do- helpmeSasuke. He opens his mouth and Naruto wants to scream at him, yell and demand why? but he- "I-" The seal fully activates, the runes shimmering across his limbs, weaving throughout his body and latching onto his soul, his chakra. No. Nonono. Naruto gets pulled fifteen years into the past. I love you too

This story continues straight after the finale of She-Ra and far, far beyond - all the way to the farthest reaches of space. The clones are still out there, somewhere, and so is Angella, but before Catra can deal with any of that she must learn to live with the terrible mistakes of her past. Only then will she feel worthy of Adora's love, as well as the unwavering friendship of the Best Friend Squad.

Wei Wuxian chuckles and starts pushing Lan Wangji's outer robes off his shoulders. "Poor Lan Zhan, subject to such earthly miseries. You must be exhausted, come to bed, come to bed." "Mm," Lan Wangji says. He raises his arms so that Wei Wuxian can keep undressing him. His clothes will end up on the floor, but no matter. Wei Wuxian's deft hands at his belts are worth wrinkled robes. "... Goodness, Hanguang-Jun, you wear too many damned layers," Wei Wuxian tells him after a while. "Would it kill you to stop after a reasonable five?" -- Wei Wuxian moves into the Jingshi. They sleep together.

Jin Ling hadn’t thought to keep track of Wei Wuxian. Clearly that had been a mistake.

"Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again." Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him." -- Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway.

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.” He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing. “Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth. Or: The story of a marriage.

He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another. It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time. He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week. - A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

In the aftermath of some life-altering decisions on both sides, Edward and Stede navigate reuniting, learning what it is that they really want and how to ask for it, as well as surviving in a world that is nowhere near ready to just let them rest. Or, finding their way back to each other is only the very beginning.

[Cancelled] It was a simple concept. Good vs. Evil. Puff vs. Ruff. Until one moment...one choice changed everything. Now join the Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys known collectively as the X-Team as they balance being teenage super heroes with the “joys” of high school: But with the added trials of hormones, jealous mop topped stalkers, cheeky vigilantes and those "fishy" mutants that may or may not have had to do with the that "secret" testing in the Pacific... growing up X’ only just got harder.--

Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother. To his surprise, he discovers he's become an uncle again... several times over. Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

The snow is beginning to fall again, in slow drifts, and the flurries melt when they kiss the glass, and it’s magical in a way Reki never imagined anything could be. He glances over at Langa, whose face is close enough that Reki can see the faded scarring on his cheeks, his pale lips with the cupid’s bow in the center that Reki has wanted, for so long, to kiss. Langa has always been beautiful, but he looks the most beautiful to Reki when he has that wonder in his eyes, usually at S, and occasionally in the dusky sunset at DopeSketch or on the half-pipe at the skatepark. The way he looks up at the mountains makes Reki’s throat go dry. He wants Langa to look at him that way. or, the christmas-in-canada fic nobody asked for, complete with some awkward first kisses, matching pajama sets, too much cuddling by the fireplace, a little mistletoe, and of course, the beloved “there was only one bed” trope <3

After the war, Harry just wants to live his life peacefully for once. Of course, fate throws him back in the path of Tom Riddle, who takes a liking to the gorgeous Chef Harry and basically kidnaps him. Translation in Russian by Starry_Princess <3https://ficbook.net/readfic/018ed6e2-a70a-7373-ba95-5889a75d91d3 Translation in Spanish by Anyeless01 <3https://www.wattpad.com/story/373630516-eat-your-heart-out***********************************************************"I'm afraid I may monopolize your Chef's time tonight, actually. You wouldn't mind, would you?" The owner hastened to reassure his VIP that he could have Harry for the rest of the night (thanks boss, I'm not actually a prostitute) while Amadeus scowled. All he could think was that his luck had finally run out, as the beautiful man reached a hand towards him and said,"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry. My name is Tom Riddle." Harry extended his hand, which the man turned and brought to his plush lips, kissing his knuckles. He swallowed thickly, hoping his voice would not waver."The pleasure is mine, Mr. Riddle."