A small story that popped into my head. Slightly similar to the story I'm currently typing but....eh I duno. --- You lived and travelled alone, well with your dragon. She was your best friend. You didn't need anyone else. Then a strange boy swoops in (literally) saving you. Who was he? Why was he so persistent? What does he see in you that you don't see in yourself? He was warm and welcoming, you were cold and distant fire melts ice, no matter how thick.

Being Gothi's assistant since you were 15, you never really socialised with Hiccup and the gang. Medicine has fascinated you since you were young so you took the opportunity to work beside Gothi the first chance you could. As well as fascination for healing and the rewards of helping those in need, you have two secret abilities, one of them you're struggling to come to terms with. now 20, you finally realise you have to accept yourself and open up, but you don't know how. You don't feel normal. Living in constant fear of anyone finding out. Three people was enough. The continuous worry of what would happen to you and your life on Berk overshadowing your mind. You find Hiccup one day while out with your triple Stryke. Beginning a friendship. Why now do your paths cross? Can you tell him your secret? What will happen between the two of you if he does find out? Time will tell. I own nothing!!

(Y/N) left years ago because of her parents. They never liked you, it was always Astrid Astrid Astrid. She was your twin. So, incase you didn't catch on, Your name is (Y/N) Hofferson. You were tired of it always being her so you left. If that doesn't make sense why your parents didn't like you, lets just say you were a disgrace to the Hofferson name. Yea not good when your name is known for being strong. You only had one friend, Hiccup, soo you were sure it wouldn't affect a lot of people. You all were never thought to be friends. You never looked alike. You had no similarities. When you left, sadly you were found on the ship and was thrown of at an island. Hey at least they didn't throw you in water am I right. Anyways, once you got too the island you soon ran into a beautiful black scaled dragon, but it wasn't a regular dragon, it could change colors, sizes, and has fire breath to heal. Pretty cool right, well that's not nearly as cool as it being the offspring of a night fury and a mood dragon. Its known as a Color Fury. Your dragons name is (D/n). One day, you and (D/n) left your 'home' and flew off to find a village. With only a homemade satchel, a homemade book of dragons, a journal, and a sketch book, (y/n) and (d/n) took off into the night to arrive on Berk the next morning. A bad storm comes and you are knocked off (d/n) and fall to the ground unconscious. And that ,my little Terrible Terrors, is where our story starts.

[proper grammar used in the actual fics] exactly what it says on the tin! i don't write for the next gen// i write mainly for golden trio's gen, marauders gen & young tom riddle angst, fluff, hurt comfort, occasional smut! this is NOT a safe space for jkr supporters! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED started; 18/06/2022 finished; -/-/-- - dreamcubed🫧

Lemon and Fluff. All houses available & requests can be made through comments :)

This is my own imagine series, within this imagine series you can take requests for the following HARRY POTTER DRACO MALFOY RON WEASLEY CEDRIC DIGGORY FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY OLIVER WOOD Hope you like this imagine and feel free to leave comments ^_^ I am no longer continuing this imagine series, please read my last chapter for more info

makligr ❝ this changes everything! ❞ in which yrsa learns to be comfortable in who she wants to be úlfheðnar companion book race to the edge seasons 1 - 6 hiccup x oc

Hola. Es raro lo sé. Esta historia, aunque el título te parezca misterioso y un poco raro, solo trata de cómo una adolescente con problemas de su pasado intenta crear una nueva vida junto a su familia un poco extraña, o como lo diría ella, particular. Hay varias cosas que distinguen a cada historia. La que diría yo que distingue esta un poco más es la forma de hablar, los temas tocados, algunos de la forma un poco errónea, y los giros que da. No quiero obligar a nada a leer esto por lo anterior que ponía. "No me conoces...", se llama así porque todos acá pensarán conoceré, hasta a ustedes se les cruzara por la cabeza conocer bien a los personajes; pero la realidad es otra, la que siempre está. Jamás conocemos a alguien completamente. En realidad solo conocemos a alguien de forma entera, a uno mismo. Aunque a veces lo dudes.

"I wanna kill you.." He whispered huskily. "I dare you" I said. Seventeen year old Sonee rave win's a contest to go stay at Dracula's castle for two week's and everything is fine at first.. before two people have gone missing or at least that's what their telling us... but soon after sonee goes looking around in a secret passage way and stumble's into a secret room? and meet's a sexy pale guy with a cute Romanian accent and he demand's that she come's to see her every night at the stroke of midnight or he'll kill her and her missing friend's will they fall in love or will this be a murder that no mortal can solve? Werewolves in Paris (Side story) Johnny is absolutely miserable after his girlfriend of two years dumps him and ends up attacking a guard at a vampires castle, so he’s thrown into prison for murder and that’s when he meets the mystifying Bliss Morgale. White hair that flows softly down to her lower back, White eyes that glow like the moon, White snake tattoos, and don’t forget her flawless pale skin that’s as white as her… well everything! She and Johnny escape the prison together and run off to Paris where Bliss show’s Johnny where she loves to be herself, And Johnny soon feels himself falling in love in the most romantic place in the world.

* SPOILER ALERT * And, then, I was falling. My breath catches in my throat, and the ground beneath my feet seizes to exist. I slipped off of the wooden planks, and the wind rushes through my body. Suddenly, all at once, my lungs fill with air, and a horrified, blood curdling scream falls past my lips. As if in slow motion, I see the moment my Spider-Man reaches out for me. Although the wind forces my body down at an intense speed, I thrust my hand to grasp his. He screams my name, and jumps from the wooden planks to catch me. But before he could grab my hand, he's grabbed and flown away with a deranged Norman Osborn. Now, I'm left to die... I close my eyes, preparing myself for my death, but it never comes. As my life began to flash through my eyes, a body collides against mine, making me lose my breath. A pair of strong arms wrap underneath the bottoms of my knees and my upper back. I hear a web zip through the air and attach itself to a nearby metal with a clang. I open my eyes wide, and see the world zooming past me. I scream, then bury my face in the crook of my savior's neck. I throw my arms around their neck, holding tight because my life is in their hands. I catch a glimpse of the familiar red and blue suit, thankful that my Spider-Man has come to my rescue. The falling comes to a halt, and the sinking in my stomach ends as quick as it began. My chest heaves up and down at a rapid pace. I can feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. I lift my head out of the crook of my Spider-Man's neck. I hear my savior breathing heavy, too, and a drop of moisture hits my cheek. I lift my eyes to face a saddened Peter Parker, who's observing me with a look of guilt, adoration, and longing. But my savior is not the Peter Parker from my universe.