After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.

I died. But that's wasn't the end of the story (obviously). It was actually the beginning. Because, apparently, I was too young to die so I had a second chance. A second chance at living. The problem? I was reborn as Elena Gilbert, and I don't know how that's gonna play out. . . . Eh. We'll see. At least I know it will be fun! Her life was anything but boring! ༄ [TVD-SI-REBORN] [S1-?] [COMPLETED] [SEQUEL-TWO GIFTS FROM GODS] [warning: elena bashing with no real cause (i wrote this a couple years ago when i was first starting and it's far (far) from great]

Curious what I'm working on? What other stories I have percolating in my brain, notebooks and harddrive? Well, this is the place to look! Original stories, fanfictions, they're all (mostly) here. If I've got even a little bit jotted down, I generally consider it to be happening. But be warned! Just because it's in here does not mean it is coming soon! It may not come at all! These are simply projects I've got started but not necessarily ones I've got on the go! Some of the stories you'll find teased in this collection may be years away from even getting worked on! Some have been years since I last puttered away at them! This is NOT a Plot Shop! This is a chance for me to share with my lovely readers what I've got up my sleeve. It's even a chance for you all to let me know what sounds interesting!

Kenta Bernard, a seventeen-year-old, died of leukemia in the hospital and was transmigrated in a novel that he has yet to finish. He is the ill second prince, who should have died by now. However, the God of Light bestowed upon him a light magic that enabled him to survive and begin a new, happier life.

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

'It was in that moment, eyeing her competition that her gaze fell on the Alpha from Two. His overall appearance remained the same, unchanged from the screen she had seen them on the day before, yet something happened when their eyes met. Suddenly, cobalt blue met sea green and electricity soared throughout her body, igniting what felt like small fires under her skin, but she couldn't move to relieve the unexpected pain. Her vision centered on him, and him alone. Everything around him seemed to fade into the background while his eyes noticeably widened for a fraction of a second before one surprising word shaped his lips, "Mine." And she knew she was done for.' Warning: Contains gore, violence, some language and adult themes.

this is my all time favorite teen wolf fic it's written by Pirotess666. NOT MINE ! I just thought i'll share it. After being abandoned by Scott, Stiles feels empty and tired. Sick of life. Until Peter re-enters his life and makes him want to live again. All of a sudden he's not so alone anymore...and neither is Peter. *Timeline: After the end of season 5A *

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

❝Aye, this goes out to all the crusty old bloodsuckers in the area-❞ ❝-STOP TALKING!❞ ❝Okay boomer,❞ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❝ They are complete opposites. It is like the moon and the sun, night and day, old and new, a vampire and a werewolf, it will never work out... ❞ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ In which a proud but screwed up girl is a newly turned werewolf who happens to be mated to the one and only blond vampire king. This so-called "king" also happens to be terrified of werewolves... perfect start to a love story. ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ [Set 14 years after Breaking Dawn] [Caius Volturi x OC] [ Book Cover made by @shawrs]

Look, I didn't know I was a witch. I didn't know that the Harry Potter world was real. I didn't know that I possessed powers Voldemort wanted. All my life I thought Harry Potter was a children's book series and Harry was a brave guy with a scar and Dumbledore was a complicated person and Hermione was a know-it-all and Draco didn't have a choice and Ron was our king and Voldemort was a bald, noseless guy hungry for power. I didn't know that somewhere in the universe, alongside normal muggle life, it was actually happening. So naturally when Rubeus Hagrid hands me my letter of Third year, my reply was, "Are you kidding me?" But he was not. Then somehow I was time travelled back to 1994 and I started changing the foretold. Because, after all, I was the Girl of the second prophecy. I was meant to stop the war. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔