sherlock and harry potter crossover All rights go to Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle the BBC and JK I will be quoting a lot but that is all their rights I am but a humble writer adding to their supreme works

When you write or draw on your skin, it will appear on your soulmate. Sherlock never cared about this concept, as soulmates terrified him, John was excited to meet the person he was destined for. -- I do not own the characters nor the AU-- -- Cover credit to BBC and found on Google Images --

When a triskelion appears on Stiles' skin one day, he's perplexed to find out that it means he's destined to be an emissary, but not just any emissary, the emissary of the alpha who's mark he bears, Derek Hale. The only problem is, he hardly knows the guy and doesn't trust him. Stiles keeps the mark a secret, hoping to prevent the inevitable. Meanwhile Derek is fighting a battle he can't hope to win and finds himself being drawn to the spastic human that reminds him too much of a past he'd rather forget. This is a rewrite of the one shot I wrote 'Triskelion'

Stiles Stilinski, fresh out of Culinary School, just got his dream job. A personal chef. When he gets hired to cook for a wealthy elderly couple in Beacon Hills, he has no idea he will meet their hot, sweet, sculpted like a god grandson.

John hates the idea of soulmates. The scar covered, cursive writing of the word 'Willaim' haunts him with childhood trauma made worse by his experiences from the war. Sherlock has always denied his ability to love. The name on his wrist the only reminder that he can. When he meets John Watson he believes he may have found the only person who could make him more human. But how can he know when John won't show his soulmates name to anyone, ever.

A Merthur fic set in canon era. After two years of putting up with his useless excuse for a manservant, Arthur begins to suspect that there may be more to Merlin than meets the eye. But Merlin's not the only one with a secret. And maybe destinies aren't always as they seem. AU where I use elements of all five seasons in a way that does not always comply with canon. WARNING: Contains: (some) violence, mentions of blood, and a lot of gayness (duh)

Vague update schedule, unrelated stories. I usually update every few months but sometimes I get busy. If you see that this hasn't been updated in 3 months dont worry! That's just how I work. 1) I'm Set Free: Aziraphale finds himself distracted by a certain demon, and Crowley finds out that he likes having his hair touched 2) This Thing Called Love: Love is in the air and so is frustration. Crowley gets upset and takes a five-day nap, waking only to hang out with Aziraphale and visit The Them [I have never seen titanic it has nothing to do with it] 3) Champagne?: Crowley is dining alone tonight when he gets some company from a stranger he wishes would leave him be 4) Aziraphale Loves: Aziraphale is a lover many things in life, books, good wine, Crowley, wearing sensible shoes, people, but Aziraphale also loves food, and he just happens to have a poorly timed craving for crepes. 5) Crowley Shrugged: The pair had been talking and sipping expensive wine, during their conversation they had started talking about wings and flying, then Aziraphale had stated that he hadn't used his wings in a few hundred years, which had bewildered Crowley 6) Tight Pants: Aziraphale and Crowley go out to dinner and Aziraphale gets jealous when someone invites Crowley back to their flat. Snake!Crowley and wings 7) just an announcement 8) dancing in the rain: Dancing in the rain isn't always ideal, even though it's always quite romantic. A little boy pointed and said 'look, mummy, they're in love' this made Crowley smile and wave at the boy (I've run out of room)

Mermaids. It's all a funny thing, really. Myths weren't supposed to come true. And neither were dreams, hopes, wishes of those who deserved much better. And yet....... Here we are. Caught up in our own start of something beautifully unexpected, two worlds never meant to collide crashing together through fate. Clay is a Pirate Captain, his alias being "Dream" with his skilled and motley crew of the Seafaring Modernized Pirates as they control the fierce waters of the world. George is the Atlantic Prince, the son of the Royal Davidson Family of the sea, destined to inherit and rule the vast waters of the world and the merfolk/inhabitants within. Two different people, fated to intertwine their stories. Two different perspectives, peacefully existing without each other. A whole lot of luck, in a world of chaos and wonder, as our tale unravels to become truly miraculous. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘙𝘓 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮-𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘊'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰. Later Edit: God damn it, I can't defend them anymore, i hate dnf so much, why are my streamers like this, oh my god, we get it, you're in love, just stop flirting and do something, what the actual fuck /hj I hope you guys enjoy!

GeorgeNotFound and Dream have been online friends for years, and one day George moves to The United States for his mother's job, and just so happens to be in Florida. At his new school he meets the flirty school jock named Clay, what could possibly go wrong..? [high school au] [No one has shown faces online, just for the purpose of this fanfic] THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE, I did in fact add the title, but other than that, it's completely not mine. This story will be in 3rd person POV unless I say otherwise:)

Upon meeting your soulmate, a tattoo appears somewhere on your body. Your soulmate has a mutual tattoo in the exact same place to signify they're yours. in this instance, Dream and George lock eyes in the airport, yet when Dream feels a sudden burn on his Upper thigh, he knows something is up. (upload of the a-3 story)