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From a Hobbitkink prompt: The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors. The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair. (Follows the story of the War of the Ring). (Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger. ~**~

A disastrous trip to a waterpark (thanks, Dudley!) unleashes almost 200 lifetimes worth of memories, and now Harry is stuck as a ten-year-old while his soulmate is a wraith set on killing him. A very old and cynical Harry sets about correcting Tom’s poor life-choices while avoiding Dumbledore and his Order’s panicked searches for the Boy Who Disappeared. As far as Harry is concerned, the whole world can fuck off. He couldn’t care less he’s finally Harry Potter again, or that he can finally see his original loved ones again. The only thing that matters is getting Tom back safe and sane and with his soul intact.

Sirius studied Remus’ face. He was curious what he thought of all of this, the only one of them who didn’t have a mark– theoretically– and the only one with a muggle parent. Muggles didn’t get marks, he knew. If Remus’ parents were soulmates, then they wouldn’t know it. He wondered if there was a way to tell, though. If they could just feel it, somehow, even without the help of some magical fate. Because it seemed like something you would just know, just from being near someone, from being close enough to them, from being in the same space. Like their souls would attract like magnets or like water droplets traveling down a window, waiting to merge until the last moment when they realized they were on the same path, and then they’d become one. Was that fate, Sirius wondered? He realized Remus was staring back at him, his eyes puzzled and curious and warm. Sirius looked away first and didn’t look back, pushing down something heavy and impossible in his chest. --- Or, the marauders soulmates au where your soulmate shares your scars in gold, and everyone is oblivious, pining, and/or in denial. Updates every sunday :)

Family is complicated. To ten year old Luz Noceda, this phrase is...an understatement.Multidimensional travel adds a whole layer of complexity to a blended family that her mami's old divorce pamphlets Did NOT warn anyone about. That being said, if she could survive high school and the gifted kids club, she can TOTALLY handle the accidental formation of a complicated found family centered around some...even more complicated misunderstandings. What in titan's name could *possibly* go wrong?

“D’you realize,” [Crowley] said, “that we never tire of things humans get bored with on the regular?” Aziraphale shrugged, lazily basking. “I’ve always assumed it’s that we don’t tire of each other.” [FINALLY COMPLETE! #75 added 14 February 2019; ran from 10/1/05 - 2/14/19. My love to GO fandom, always.]

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options:1) Move back into student halls.2) Become homeless.3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates.He went with the third option. But it was a close race.Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend.If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads.That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

James Potter sees a different side of Regulus Black and finds himself enticed by the many surprises along the way.

Blue is Kanto Champion for thirty-nine minutes. That’s it. Technically, he’s part of the Hall of Fame, technically he’s an accepted Champion. Technically, the title was his once, so it will always be his. Technically, he can’t lose it. He just loses being the present Champion. He also, briefly, held the Kanto record for youngest ever Pokemon League champion. That was until Red, three months younger, caught up to him. Really, Blue hadn’t even been surprised. --Blue loses the Championship, Red disappears up a mountain, and everything that happens afterwards.

“How long have I been here?” Will asked, but immediately waved off her answer, realizing it didn’t matter either way. “Look, my name is Will Graham – I don’t know what happened but you have to give my partner a call.” “I’ll get the doctor,” she told him, her voice trained to the mellow murmur just about all medical professionals used on omegas. Will opened his mouth to tell her that there was no need, that he felt fine, and if she would just listen, he could discharge himself and be out of her hair in thirty minutes flat. He grabbed the safety rails and forced himself to stand, though the motion made him a little dizzy. Something on his peripheral vision grabbed at him. The whiteboard strip above the hospital bed – W GRAHAM-LECTER, omega, male, B positive – struck him like a physical blow. EDIT 6 Oct 2024Back on indeterminate hiatus due to health issues despite my temporary spell of wellness, sorry folks

If anyone had told Park Jimin six months ago that he would spend Christmas in the back of a police car, he would have had to proudly display, and believe, the subpar fortune he had plucked from a vending machine promising that the winter months will bring you great adventure in your travels if you remain vigilant and observant. OR During his ordinary summertime subway rides to and from work, Jimin meets Jeon Jeongguk, a Deaf bartender and aspiring artist with a wicked sense of humor who turns Jimin's life into something extraordinary.

The child. Talon’s test. Not its first, not the first shaking form to be placed before it. They died, like Talon died, but didn’t move again. Talon thinks the first was hard. It was easy by the time they brought the child. They’d never brought it a child before. “What kind of shitstain hurts kids?” or; a newly-escaped, formerly-Nightwing Talon crosses paths with a newly-established Red Hood; both recognize something in the other. featuring Talon/Dick living off of protective instincts alone, Jason trying to give a bird-assassin therapy while actively killing people, and family coming together to spite odds.

"I like the trees here," Harry said, his accent placing him far from home. "They keep my wrackspurts away." It was twilight, and he wasn't wearing any shoes."You can stay at my place," Charlie said.One night turned into teaching Harry to use the coffee machine, and then he grew used to fresh pancakes every Sunday.Until Charlie realized one day, while calling Harry down from the old oak out back, that he didn't want the man to leave.A medley of FalconLux's The Boyfriend, hctiB-notsoB's I See The Moon, and The_Carnivorous_Muffin's Painting Red Madonnas.

As a child, Naruto dealt with anger the best way he could--via revenge, screaming into pillows, and picking fights he couldn't win. Meeting the Nine Tailed fox introduces a new option for fun therapy. AKA the fic where Naruto meets the Nine Tails early and they can communicate--they just have nothing nice to say to each other.

He saw the duffel.It was battered all to hell and the strap was nearly torn from the bag, but it still glowed almost neon in the darkening night and streetlamp glare. Neil would never…He dropped to his knees beside it and rifled through it, looking for any sign, any clue as to where Neil might have run. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Until his fingers found the keyring. Until he found the phone. Andrew's perspective on the Binghamton riot and the walking tragedy that is Neil Josten.

An angel has landed in Goetia Manor. His presence and actions will affect many people, including the odd family who will begin to know him and understand the burning questions: Who is he and what happened to him? One thing is certain, the truth is easy to find, but it's much more difficult to live with it.(Title is from a Far Cry 5 Song. Seemed appropriate.) Edit: Just made a TV Tropes page for this fanfic: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/LetTheWaterWashAwayYourSins

“Look, Tommy, I know this is a lot–” “I don’t need the pity party,” Tommy interrupted. “Aw, it must be so hard, aw, how sad, it’s… fuckin’… it’s fine. Yeah? So just– how long do I have to stay here?” Phil took a breath, straightening his back. “At least until we can contact your mom,” he said. “That’s step one.” “There’s more steps?” Tommy asked incredulously. “Well, it’s a complicated situation. The fact that they’re already struggling to make contact is… well, it’s a red flag. You lived with your brother, but your mother never transferred sole custody, and considering the situation that left you in, there's some question as to whether or not she may be involved in your brother’s… business.” “Drugs,” Tommy said. “Yes. Drugs.” ––– Or, Phil is a foster parent who takes in emergency cases, and Tommy… well, Tommy sure is an emergency.

Something was wrong with Enid, and Wednesday could clearly tell it had something to do with what happened during the summer.

When Jamie Tartt gets a midnight call from the Manchester Municipal Police, he expects to post bail for his father again. What he finds is something quite different. Or, Jamie Tartt discovers a thirteen-year-old half-brother no one ever warned him about. Luckily, Roy and Keeley are there to help them out.

In the dying months of humanity's resistance efforts against an overwhelming alien invasion, a struggling, depressed Jump Technician aboard the Terran Catastrophe-class Battlecruiser Indomitable meets a hypercompetent alien bioengineer with self-confidence issues and a lifetime of trauma to deal with. In the ensuing chaos, they end up stranded alone in distant space with nobody to save them but each other. Set in the 'Human Domestication Guide' shared universe, a kink setting with far more worldbuilding than you'd expect focusing around a precursor race trying to save the universe the only way they know how: individual love, care, and attention for all the beautiful and diverse creatures within it. Also turning a bunch of them into blissfully controlled obedient pets.

What if Batman became Batman without all the gobs of cash? What if he was a guy who started out impoverished, as a child, and saw his parents die due to violence, and vowed to protect other people from such things happening to them? This Bruce Wayne isn't a rich businessman or famous. He owns a martial arts dojo, and that barely keeps his nose above water. And then he takes in foster kids on top of that. But this Batman is just as relentless in his pursuit of justice as his rich counterpart. Will he be able to successfully pull it off as part of society and not above it? Will his lack of funds prove disastrous, or his obviously less sophisticated background make him more of a target for the GCPD? And what about the Robins, the Batgirls, and so on? These are drabbles about their lives, all interconnected, all with varying levels of humor and angst and fluff.

Five years after the summer Alberto Scorfano met his two best friends, he’s proud to say he’s already well-versed in how to human. Sailing a boat? Check. Handling harbour market sales? Check. Using his sea monster form to help Signor Marcovaldo collect the best barnacles? Check. Other knowledge has eluded him, though—for example, the appropriate name for the way his heart races every time Luca calls him “caro”. When June of 1968 arrives to Porto Rosso, and Giulia and Luca return from Geneva with troublesome news, Alberto wishes things would stay as they were in 1963. But as the Underdogs work together to help Giulia avoid the rigid expectations placed on her by her mother, and life in Porto Rosso gets turned upside down once more, he can't help wondering whether sometimes changes might be the start of something better.