❝ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙄𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮; 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤; 𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬. ❞ - the art of forshadowing by Friar Laurence Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter x fem!OC Hannibal NBC

Askeladd prides himself on being unreadable, yet the moment someone catches the glint beneath his mask, he scrambles to hide what's already been seen. Fiadh wants little more than to stir her pots in peace, seasoning life with spice and a hint of poison. Instead, men keep tripping into her path, mistaking her patience for permission. Sneak peek: "But you've been keeping something from me, haven't you, Fiadh." "I don't know-" "That wasn't me asking, that was me stating the obvious. But since you seem eager for questions... here's one." What a prick. Again, Askeladd's eyes cut directly toward me, but there was no humor in them. "Do you take me for a boy to toy with?" Shit... his thoughts were aligning with mine. My face went blank. "Of course not." "Hm. Could've fooled me. Let's be plain, Fiadh, and I expect the same from you." His eyes narrowed. "I'm no boy for you to play your little games with, dangling the promise of your skirts like a carrot. I'm a man. And like any man, I've got needs. Keep testing and denying them, and I start wondering if the game's worth playing at all." (Slowbuild) (Slowburn)

OC X SIRIUS BLACK "And here I was trying so hard not to like you. But you're making it very difficult for me now. For I'll tell you a secret, you Evans girl, the house of yellow has always been my favorite one. And although most pout and protest when I say I'll put them there, lucky-and proud-they should be, to get to call the house of Helga their own." And just before shouting his answer, Daisy swears she heard the Hat mumble, "May Godric help them all..." "HUFFLEPUFF!!"

Living in a little picturesque town by the beach, Lena's life seemed perfect. If it weren't for her traditional parents who tried to decide her future, she would daydream underneath the big willow tree in her garden, crochet in her squeaking hammock or bake chocolate chip cookies just for herself. Everything changed this summer break when mysterious things occurred and a strangely dressed, white bearded man invited her to talk. A cozy Harry Potter reads ☾ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #1 in gryffindor #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders

She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

Born as Jinx Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived carries the burden of two lives-one marked by a lightning scar and another by blue hair, madness, and shattered innocence. Reincarnated with the memories and trauma of her past self, Jinx from Zaun, she arrives in the world of magic already cracked, stitched together by chaos and loss. Abused by the Dursleys, feared for her wild eyes and volatile magic, Jinx grows up a volatile blend of brilliant, broken, and dangerous. Hogwarts doesn't know what to make of her-a chaotic gremlin with explosive spells, whispering to herself, grinning through pain, and building enchanted gadgets in the dead of night. She doesn't want to be a hero. She just wants to survive... and maybe blow a few things up along the way. As the shadows of Voldemort rise once more, Jinx's unstable magic and fractured mind may be the wizarding world's only hope-or its ultimate undoing. After all, chaos isn't evil. It's just... misunderstood. Tick, tick, boom.

Harry breaks the copy of Sirius' mirror in 7th year after the horrific end of the war. He is sent back to 1975 and takes up the mantle of Lord Peverell. He hopes to turn around the tragic Black family story. How? By getting newly widowed Lord Orion Black to fall in love with him. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This fanfiction does not belong to me and can be found on AO3. It is written by Herald_of_Dreams.

Adrianna Martin (or Andy, for short) is a 23-year-old runaway working on her PhD in Music Therapy in Southern California. She's new to town and just moved in below 2 lovable geeks and a beautiful blonde. When she trips and spills one of her boxes while moving in, she meets a tall quirky physicist whose sarcastic and intelligent comments intrigue her. Can she be the one to make Sheldon feel things he never has before? (Tried to keep it PG-13 but sometimes it's a little more on the R side...and also suuuuper awkward). I never ever expected to get this many views and votes, you guys. I am honestly so happy you've all enjoyed my silly fanfic written in 2012! 😉 xx

Tokyo's cursed population is dropping like flies - Special Grades, wiped out in a single hit before sorcerers can even show up. No traces. No cursed tools. Just splatters, silence, and the haunting image of a bald man carrying cabbage. Naturally, Gojo Satoru is delighted. Ijichi is not. When the Tokyo Metropolitan Police captures blurry footage of an unknown figure punching the literal soul out of a curse mid-alley, Gojo takes it upon himself (and his increasingly frazzled assistant) to track down this mystery man. What they find is... not what they expected. Meet Saitama: a hero for fun, a man with no cursed energy, and the worst possible answer to "What happens if the Jujutsu world meets something it can't explain?" --- A/N; there's quite a disparity between my old work and now, I hope you understand that my writing evolve throughout the years, and with that being said, have a great laugh.

!!!COMPLETED!!! Book I "So.. you'r' tailor?" he asked and raised an eyebrow at her. "And you're a spy." She said looking at him pointedly and picking up the scissors and twirling them in her delicate fingers. Letting her eyes fall down to the table she started carefully cutting away next piece of fabric. "You look pretty bad-ass for a tailor." he said watching her way with scissors. eggsy unwin x OC cover: EmmaAlexandriaBauer