Movie Ending AU. Erik is merciless after Shaw is dead, taking out Moira and sending the missiles back at the ships that fired them. Charles refuses to join him and they go their separate ways, but he keeps getting in the way and Erik can't allow him to interfere with his plans. More importantly, he can't allow Charles to be hurt.

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.

Many of these pieces lack provenience, as they were recovered after the Great Fire destroyed the Kuei Royal Collection at Ba Sing Se University.

The Avatar Collection is not available to the public. Scholarly inquiries should be directed to the Chief Archivist.

Charles, a miner from a poor village in the countryside, saves the life of Erik Lehnsherr, scion of a successful business family and the richest man on Eisen. Charles is a telepath and somewhat anxious about it, while Erik abstains from relationships because the lights flicker and doors open and electronics vibrate when he gets too excited.

Also features a long-suffering sister, a foul-mouthed bodyguard, and a best friend with a heart that is definitely not gold.

In which there are princes, spaceships, long journeys, and old secrets uncovered. (An AU sci-fi fairytale)

Bucky doesn't sleep that night, not for hours, staring at the long line of Steve's back and the numbers that he can see clear through the fabric of Steve's thin white t-shirt, 35-276-909, in Howard Stark's neat, precise handwriting, and Bucky thinks of all the nights before, the nights where he lay awake, and learned, and learned, and learned, and how he doesn't have to learn anymore, and Steve rubs at his face in his sleep and Bucky whispers, "Seventy years, and I still got no idea what's in that head of yours, sometimes, pal."

After Magneto of an X2-ish future succeeds in the unthinkable, Charles sends his consciousness back to 1962 to guide Erik away from the path that will lead to the genocide of the human race forty years hence.

Charles knows that Erik has always loved him, and intends to use this knowledge + sex to seduce Erik away from his ideals in his youth.

There's no way this well-thought-out, sensible, debugged and 100% bulletproof plan can possibly go wrong.

George returns to 93 Diagon Alley for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts.

She still carries a slight limp from the war, which makes it harder to get around Hogwarts. She spends most of her time in her office, marking student work and enjoying the occasional tea with Hooch. Sometimes someone sweeps past her office and she thinks she sees Severus, but there has been no sign of his ghost around the castle. She is sure that he, of anyone, would have gone gladly to death.

"Winky saw Professor Snape killing Harry Potter and then - hic! - bringing him back to life!"

The war had given them all new and unexpected skills: Neville had learned how to break a man’s arm in three places, and Draco had learned kindness, and Ron, himself, had learned not to take unconsidered action. Almost.

"I'd say it was the pot calling the kettle black, Granger. But I think you already know that."

When the war is over, its survivors learn to live with the people they've become.

The following morning he was awake when the news owl came, and opened the Daily Prophet right on his front porch, dressing gown and all. It was on the very first page: MALFOYS TO STAND TRIAL slathered in enormous black letters at the top, and below that a photograph of the family, standing on the steps of the Ministry. They were surrounded by Aurors, lawyers, and general bustle: every so often the picture would bleach white from a news camera's flash.

From the moment he saw her, Arthur knew there was something special about Molly Prewett.

In which Hermione finds herself again following her divorce, becomes re-acquainted with old enemies, and nearly everyone takes their clothes off.

I'll tell you a story, believe every word,
It's quite unique, nothing like you've ever heard,
In case you believed that, shame on you,
This rhymes, yes, but truthfully, it's nothing new.

Whatever way you look at it, James Potter is seriously cool. And this is coming from a Slytherin, mind you. A Malfoy Slytherin, no less, and you hate the Potters. It's in the blood. Except, apparently, it's really not.

"Gran!" Neville exclaimed. "Do you realize this means you're married?" He paused as the situation sank in. "To Professor McGonagall?" he added, just in case either was befuddled as he was. "Gran?"

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right.

"There's no need for being so glum. Twenty-nine's the new nineteen, they say."

The lives they settle for are not sufficient.

Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.

You can tell a lot about a society by what it values.

When Harry finds out that the manager of James's Quidditch team is none other than Draco Malfoy, old memories begin to surface, threatening to take his attention away from the things that are supposed to matter.

Harry’s trying to get over the animosities of the past, but Draco wants nothing to do with it.

It has been a long time since anyone asked Ginny Weasley what she wanted.

Wilhelmina Weasley writes an essay about her hero in the history of Magical Minority rights.

Voldemort has just placed himself on the side of the Muggleborns.

"What? Like girls don’t wonder about these things also?"

The last thing Harry wants is to lose his kids.

A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

He wondered what it would taste like. Potter would know. Draco grimaced, still remembering so clearly the fury, confusion, and disappointment when Slughorn had handed Potter that small bottle, so similar to this one. What had Potter got on his perfect day? The Snitch? The front page of the Prophet? The entirety of the wizarding world falling down at his feet in worship? But then that was an average day for Potter, wasn't it?

It takes a few years for the magic to settle in. It's a complicated process, this replication of life, and when Harry Potter finally blinks for the first time he has been dead for six years.

"Gabriel, did you freaking- is that the One Ring?"