COMPLETED. Bartoine - The Ship between Barty Crouch Junior and Hermione Granger. ** An original Harry Potter Fan-Fiction ** When Barty Crouch Jr. takes Hermione Granger against her will it unfolds a series of events that neither one of them could have foreseen. After a night of passion after some dark confessions from Ron, Hermione finds out that she's with child, however she doesn't know who the dad could be. On top of that, she's got to get on with her job as though nothing is wrong and focus on her new assignment. How will things turn out?

solo dos pasos me separan del espejo. mis ojos viajan a el y este me devuelve mi reflejo. aun que se supone que la mujer del interior soy yo...no me reconosco. me llamo Sara Newton. Y solo lo sé porque está escrito en el estuche frente a mí.

After the appearance of a coven of witches that wants Stiles, the pack must protect him. Little do they know the witches aren't the ones that want him. Currently Being reworked!!!

Where the sarcastic human makes the dangerous werewolf go sweet. Warning: Full of kinks 😂🙈

Stiles was the only thing he had left. Jackson was gonna protect him with everything he had.

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 *

Split (2016) Fanfiction, Soulmate AU when soulmates have the first words of their soulmate somewhere on their body. Takes place before the film, but later leads into the events. Iris Mayfair had always had a rough life because of her soulmarks; she knew others who had two or three marks struggled with hatred and abuse in their lives, majority of people believing that they were freaks to have so many soulmates. Abused and beaten as more and more marks appeared on her body over the years, Iris is well into her twenties by the time all twenty-three marks were fully legible on her skin, and a murky, unfinished twenty-fourth comes into fruition.