Kiritsugu knows that eventually, he will have to sacrifice the woman he loves for the sake of winning the Grail War. But for now, they have each other, they have today ... and today just happens to be Valentine's Day.
The dragon Smaug has been defeated and the battle to reclaim the Mountain has been won, and King Thorin has claimed his rightful throne. As the dust of battle clears, a fragile and growing love blossoms between Kili, Erebor's youngest prince, and Tauriel, the emissary between the Erebor and the Woodland Realm.
With their house in ruins from an Orc attack, their father in prison, and two siblings (not to mention several Dwarves) to care for, Sigrid has other things to worry about than making sure a sick Dwarf eats his gruel. Luckily, Tauriel is there to help her cope with the situation. [KilixTauriel, told through the eyes of Sigrid]
Though all her life was shrouded in darkness and shadow, he made her see the world in a way she had forgotten – and she saw, for the first time in a long time, that there was still light left in the world, and it was worth fighting for.
For Draco Malfoy, there's no greater mystery in the universe worth solving more than Hermione Granger. And none whose solution is as sweet.
On Valentine's Day, Hermione Granger spurned, bitter, and finding herself in a rather strange and painfullyfamiliar costume finds comfort in the strangest source. The colour pink and furry animals appear most frequently.
When Hermione is turned into a House elf by an irritated wizard in Knockturn Alley, she finds herself being bought and hired to ... who else, but the Malfoys?
Pointless. Absolutely pointless. Involves Draco Malfoy and Hermione yelling at each other. Read if you're bored.
A Bloody Baron fic: What is his relation to the Grey Lady? And why does Peeves obey only him? What is his dark secret behind his bloody past?
Fast forward to the future, where Harry lives quite a normal life yet missing of one important element...
A phrase no one should ever forget, and the consequences that happen if you do ...
It all began one day, when Neville Longbottom lost his quill ...