Aang has carried the burden of being the last Airbender for years until you came along. What started out as a trip to the circus lead him to realize he's not alone. Problem is...you have no clue you are even a bender.

"𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺" -𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺 [𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞×𝐎𝐂 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞] If I had to summarize my situation: I died, reincarnated, and woke up inside Katrina Petrova's very human body. Yes. That Katrina. The infamous villainess. The blueprint of everyone's trauma. History's favorite problem child. And the problem isn't that I'm the villain. The problem is I don't know the freaking plot. I'm walking around in the body of a girl everyone will eventually want to kill, in a town full of dramatic vampires with unresolved family issues, curses I don't understand, and secrets floating in the air like pollen. Everyone else has the script. Everyone else knows their lines. I'm improvising. Apparently my survival now depends on charm, luck, and pretending I know what's going on while emotionally unstable immortals orbit me like I'm the center of a disaster waiting to happen. If this is a second chance at life, it came with terrible instructions. Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. All rights belong to the original creators, L.J. Smith, Kevin Williamson, and Julie Plec. This is a fanfiction purely for entertainment purposes. Only my OC character belongs to me.

The future of the Seven Kingdom's change when Prince Baelor decides to marry again. This time, his choice is made out of love, not an arranged match. Princess Viserra Targaryen is the eldest daughter of Maekar Targaryen, and her father would soon see her married, to her brother Aerion. She decides that the only one who could stop Aerion is the heir of the Iron Throne. When chase turns into love, no one can stop them. Potential matches are ruined, scandal rises at court, and fate changes. Baelor does not perish at Ashford. A greater king than Jaeharys the Conciliator awaits the Seven Kingdoms, and he is madly in love with his niece. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.

The Dark Lord should have killed Lily Potter. Instead, he offered her mercy. In the spring of 1980, at the height of the First Wizarding War, Lily Potter is captured while seven months pregnant and accompanied by her three-year-old daughter. Rather than execution, she is brought before Lord Voldemort himself. And he gives her a choice. Leave Britain. Take your husband, your children, and disappear beyond his war. Because the Potters are not merely enemies. They are blood-bound to him through ancient magic of the Peverell line and forgotten branches of House Slytherin. Killing them would awaken forces older than the war itself. So Lily chooses exile. The Potters vanish to the south of France. The war fades. Years pass. Children grow. Fourteen years later, the Triwizard Tournament returns. Harry Potter comes back to Hogwarts. His older sister, Eraya Nyneve Potter-Black-Beauxbatons' most brilliant witch and heiress to the ancient House of Black-returns to Britain for the tournament. And the man who once called himself Voldemort now rules magical Britain as Minister for Magic. Marvolo Slytherin. Eraya remembers only one thing from the night her family was spared. A pair of ruby-garnet eyes watching her in the dark. Fourteen years later, she meets a man with the same gaze. And there is something about that gaze-even now, just as there had been then-that feels almost haunting. And in the strangest, most unsettling way... inevitable.

Harriet Potter died a hero. Lyra Dorea Potter was never meant to remember that life. But memories are insidious things, on her seventh birthday, they return in a torrent of blood, green light and cloying loneliness. Her parents, Charlus and Dorea Potter, alive, powerful and furious. swear that fate will not claim their daughter. Voldemort will fall, before he even becomes a problem. As Lyra grows, in a world changed by forewarning, she draws the attention of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. Sirius Black brilliant, reckless, loyal and in desperate need of someone who sees him, becomes the one soul she trusts above all others. This is a story of a girl reborn, once desperately fighting to survive. But is now only wanting to live, peacefully and find love. After all, love is the most ancient and powerful magic. DISCLAIMERS *Story and characters belong to J.K Rowling* This is complete non profit only oc characters belong to me, no text has been taken from the books

"Your name... Elskan?" Elijah stepped closer, the air thickening around them, the distance between them shrinking. Her pulse raced at the sound of the nickname. Faces inches apart, noses almost touching, and she could smell the faint scent of him clean, sharp, intoxicating. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she wasn't scared. Not exactly. She blinked, trying to steady herself. "Now why should I tell you, huh?" she asked, hands snapping onto her hips, forcing herself to appear confident. Elijah's lips curved into a faint, amused twitch. He reached out slowly, just enough to lift her chin with the tips of his fingers. Warmth radiated from his touch. Elenora's breath hitched. "Watch your tongue, Elskan," he murmured, eyes flickering down to her lips before snapping back to her ocean-blue eyes. "Eyes... up here, man," she said, narrowing her eyes, trying to regain control. Elijah & Klaus Fanfic 18+ -klaus1 -1/25/26 -thevampirediaries1- 1/29/26

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

When two dragons meet as one after years of separation Their hearts full of passion and desire despite the lingering questions of rights and wrongs - or - Princess Viserra, oldest daughter of Prince Maekar, has always been a free soul with a playful spirit who searched for freedom rather than commitment throughout her life. But when she turns 22 years of age after isolating herself at Summerhall for far too long, she is forced to revisit King's Landing for the Hand's Name-day Tourney | A Baelor Targaryen x Targaryen!OC FanFiction | | Pre-Season 1 - ?? |

She died once protecting her brother and returned to a new life with all her memories, power, and cunning intact. Alicent of House Hightower is no ordinary child. With emerald eyes threaded in gold and golden auburn hair, she charms nobles, wins the love of the common folk, and bends loyalty to her will. By seven, she is already shaping Oldtown and teaching the world that kindness can be a weapon. Behind every smile, every innocent question, lies a mind that reads hearts and schemes with precision. As the Targaryens falter and the Dance of Dragons looms, Alicent's every move changes the course of Westeros. Queens rise, Kings fall, but one girl will ensure history bends to her design. viserys x fem!oc x ? hotd x hp