Just some little crossover stories that randomly come to me. I might take requests, later, although it might take a while to write them. ~first "published" fan-fiction, so... yah. . Sporadic updates. . . Disclaimer: I don't, and never will, own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom. If I did they would suck.

A collection of very short stories of Merlin revealing some talents of his, they are not connected. I have 12 chapters planned. Warning: language.

A bunch of oneshots and escalated one shots about BBC Merlin :D Nearly all of it is Merthur with only a few exceptions. The stories are not connected to one another, they can be read separately. Longer stories are updated in order. (All the art is mine btw. unless i say it isn't.(If not, it's credited with permission of the artist) :)) TW:// I'm putting warnings ahead of the individual chapters that may contain triggering content.

An unexpected visitor arrives at Camelot bringing an unusual gift for the king, but what happens when Arthur realizes that there is more to this gift then meets the eye, and that Merlin may be in trouble. No slash.

While Harry had been content with his second chance, that didn't keep him from thinking what he could have done different, how many people could have survived if he hadn't been set on the very specific path he'd walked. Third time is the charm, though, right? This is a sequel to "Against the moon" but can 100% be read on its own!! - This is not my book! However I can find the author for you if you'd like the information!✨

Cursed against his will, Harry made the best of his life until he found himself, again, wandering in Death's realm. When Death offers him a second chance, a chance to right the wrongs he'd been blind to for too long, he can't possibly refuse. - This is not my book! However I can find the author for you if you'd like the information!✨

Harry had lived a quiet life at the Durselys (He wasn't mistreated there) he was hydrated had a few nice things (not as much as Dudley though) and had three healthy meals a day. But when Harry turned eleven it was no longer a quiet life. He had been sent multiple letters, but his uncle Vernon had torn them up. It was only when the Malfoy family visited number four privet drive that Harry discovered he was a wizard....

Stiles Stillinski is on a road trip with his best friends. His supernatural best friends. Stiles is the only human, as so he thinks.

Percy Jackson. A name that many knew. He was a hero to all. But Percy Jackson is not here anymore. Not since Sally Jackson was murdered in her sleep with her husband and unborn child. Not since I read the note beside Sally Jackson's head. Not since Percy Jackson's family accused me of murdering his mother. Not since the Gods threw me out of Olympus. Not since I learned that Sally Jackson was a Warlock. Not since I learned of my uncle. Percy Jackson is no more. Now there is only me and Uncle. Otherwise known as . . . . . Noctis Bane and Magnus Bane. High Warlocks of Brooklyn. 》》》》》 I do not own the Shadowhunters series or books, nor do I own Percy Jackson. I am only entitled to the plot of the story. Noctis will meet the Shadowhunter crew and help them throughout their journey. No idea if I will pair him with someone yet.

Red: She loves the color, but hates it at the same time. It's splashed in her ledger, dripping from her fingers. Red will always be a part of her. It shaped her, defined her, molded her from a young age. She doubts that she will ever escape it. It is the color of her hair, after all. As a child, she learned to leave a trail of red in her path wherever she was sent. Now, it's a bit different. Now, he tries to help her see the good in herself. He and the kid. But she knows he can't help her until he sees the good in himself as well. Red represents her as a person. Whether Red is actually good or bad; well that's the question, isn't it? Green: He sees this color every night in his dreams. He sees it as he rips his life apart, succumbing to the raging anger inside of him, letting the monster out. He sees it as he loses control, feels unimaginable pain as he changes form, knows it precedes destruction. But he sees it in her eyes as well, a vibrant green, the color of spring. Full of hope and determination. The kid's eyes as well. Sea-green and strong. She tells him that green's good. Green represents life, rebirth. She says that green doesn't have to mean destruction. But can Green be associated with such positive things for long? Blue: The color reminds him of happier times, when his life was uncomplicated, and full of love. Back when his mother baked him cookies dyed just the right shade of it, when it was a symbol of rebellion. Now, it's a bittersweet memory. They call him a hero. But he knows he's dangerous, always part of a prophecy of some sort. And he's no hero. The friends he's lost are proof of that. Two wars, and so many lost, the love of his life being one of them. He has to move on. He promised. The color is painful for him now, but he stubbornly keeps it around as a reminder. How can he remember all the good times he's had, if Blue only makes him think of the bad? Or: Three heroes form a mini team and help save the universe. Does anyone expect it? Nope.