Trauma. Memories. Love. A Past Victor's first time mentoring was more than rocky. Though, from the start, she knew she was going to give her tributes a chance.

!!This book is currently in the process of being written one chapter at a time. This will result in inconsistent writing quality, as well as changed/added content that may cause later chapters to be somewhat confusing. Please be patient and read at your own risk!! Isabelle Clarke, a Gryffindor muggle-born, finds herself wrapped up in the most chaotic, completely mad, and impossibly difficult (at times) situation of her life. Being a part of the Weasley family. (It's a Bill fic that starts during The Prisoner of Azkaban) !!Does contain mature content!! Current word count: 358000 Started: 11/25/2020 Completed: 11/3/2022 Top ranks: 1 in #bill 12/29/2020 2 in #ginnyweasley 12/27/2020 4 in #billweasley 2/12/2021 1 in #percyweasley 5/1/2021 1 in #ronweasley 5/16/2021 1 in #charlieweasley 11/25/2021

❝I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever...❞ Elizabeth Reething is a Ravenclaw: polite, intelligent, curious, and best friends with Draco Malfoy. She just so happens to be the target of Harry Potter's unconditional affection, an affection that pushes even her best attempts at being polite and friendly. Book cover template by @humaneity, based off of Shawn Mendes' "Handwritten" album cover.

Y/N l/n is about to start her fourth year at Hogwarts when she meets George and Fred Weasley. She's a Gryffindor like the twins, but their friendship started with a lie about her house. Y/n soon find's out that she is Sirius Black's daughter. TW: This story contains: --------------- ~Depression ~Strong language ~Anxiety ~Suicidal thoughts ~Smut (sexual scenes. This is a slowburn) ~Other smiliar stuff BIGGER ‼️TW‼️ I WROTE THIS THREE YEARS AGO AND HAVE GROWN UP NOW SO IT WILL BE WHAT IT IS. If you don't feel comfortable with these themes, don't read the story :) •••••••••••••••••••••• Y/n is in her fourth year while the twins is in their fifth and Harry and his friends are in their third. •••••••••••••••••••••• Story takes place in POA-DHp2 This is a SLOWBURN and it's a LONG story. •••••••••••••••••••••• All the characters and the main plotline belongs to J.k Rowling. (Y/n, Regina, Zoe and Clary is made up by me)

Kalon /kA-lon/ (n.) Beauty that is more than skin-deep ❝In the dark depth of her steel gaze, you can see the brightest of the stars. She has magic in her eyes that even the stars envy.❞ "Blimey Fred, are you one of those anguished cursed poets now?" -And now, without much ado, we may present you the Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Heirs- ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ∼ This is a work of fanfiction based on the work of J.K. Rowling. Everything in this book that you recognised from the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K Rowling. All of J.K. Rowling's characters are created and owned by her and I don't claim any ownership over them. This story is not part of J.K. Rowling's story canon, it's for entertainment only. However, I reserve all the rights over the character of my own invention, I do not allow any part of this work that is of my own invention to be reproduced and distributed. Any images and gifs in this work and cover do not belong to me.

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

"When I wished I was a witch, I meant like a Harry Potter witch-either before or after Voldy, or at least outside of England!" As a little girl, I always wanted to be special. I read everything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed with was witches. From Harry Potter to The Secret Circle, I devoured them all. Every single wish I ever made-whether on birthday candles or shooting stars-was always the same: I want to be a witch! But I guess luck wasn't on my side, because I died. I definitely didn't wish to be reborn as the most unappreciated, judgmental witch of the century. Doing dark magic? Fine. Dying? Been there, done that. Being the Anchor? Not funny-at all. Being stuck in a world prison with a psycho who has a weird name? Yeah... no thanks. So I'm changing the timeline. Screw the writers-this is my story now, and Bonnie Bennett is going to be the most badass witch since Qetsiyah, Dahlia, Esther, or Silas... whatever, you get the idea. "Why not Davina? Sure, she was almost sacrificed by her coven and locked in a church, but at least she dated Kol 2.0!"

The mission was to extract information from an agent in jungle. Drop in grab the info from the location and quickly and quietly move through the jungle to exfil. Easy in out intel mission. But... She was so quiet I didn't even hear her, next thing I know I have a gun to my temple and a set of eyes fixed on me. She took the information package and was gone in seconds. But those eyes, she saw right through me just as I did her. Those few moments felt like hours. I can't get those eyes out of my mind. Three hours later she's waiting for me at the exfil site. I can't let her get to me, crawl under my skin. But I have to know more about her. Soap says she goes by Reaper and she's assisting the 141 in taking down a terrorist organisation. It's a big mission plenty of time for me to find out what I need to know, what's behind those eyes... before Soap gives her all my secrets. WARNING. This is a violent fanfic. Some of the things mentioned may be upsetting so please check before proceeding. Themes included are strong language, torture, rape, murder, killing, wounded victims, abuse, disassociation, drug use, paralysis, child abuse, panic attacks, suicide, weapon use. I will add more if they come up. This is a mixture of modern warfare characters and my own. I don't own the modern warfare characters.

Breanna, an army Sergeant, has never been the easiest to get along with and has struggled to get close to people due to some past traumas. With a chip on her shoulder, Breanna ensured that everyone is kept at arms distance. She's been able to stand her ground and hold her own against everyone she's encountered. That was until she received a special request from Captain John Price to accompany Task Force 141 on a highly dangerous and classified mission. Without knowing why she's being requested, and because her curiosity got the better of her, Breanna accepted the invitation to work alongside the Task Force. Breanna's life gets turned upside down when she's forced to work side by side with the infamous "Ghost". Ghost is unlike anyone she's ever met before, but at the same time uncomfortably similar to her own self. Through bickering and butting heads, Breanna and Ghost have to find a way to work together without compromising the mission. And over time, things between them start to...change. A type of change they never imagined.

George stopped in his tracks as he walked through the door, his eyes wide with surprise. "Ellie... what is all this?" Ellie turned to face him, a smile spreading across her face as she walked over to him and took his hand. "I thought we could use a night off from worrying about the world. So I brought the stars inside." A George Wealsey love story that takes place from Order of the Phoenix to the Deathly Hallows