•༺ ꧂ ༄ ☾ ꧁ ༻• "𝖍𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝖒𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝖎'𝐦 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝖍𝐢𝐬." •༺ ꧂ ༄ ☾ ꧁ ༻• { 𝐱𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ˣ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 } { 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~ 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 } { 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟏ˢᵗ, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 } { 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝒎𝒆 }

"I'm just a boring old mom" "We both know that's a lie"

in which stiles stilinski gets her life turned upside down when she gets transported to another universe

Elodie, a young girl that once dreamed to become a nurse. She wanted to help in her town as much as she could. Yet when a wave of Spanish Influenza hit her city she was forced to leave those dreams behind. Her mother and father fell victims to the deadly sickness. Her brother and her were only days away from death when a creature changed their fate. They didn't have to fear death anymore... They had to fear themselves. A twilight fan-fiction PLEASE BE PATIENT , THIS IS A SLOW BURN :) RANKING CATEGORIES #1 - jasperhale {04/24/2025} #1 - edwardcullen {05/10/2025} #2 - emettcullen {04/14/2025} #2 - jacobblack {05/10/2025}

After a year of unexplained captivity in Arizona, twins Bella and Stiles Swan are finally coming home to Forks-but the children their father Charlie fought so desperately to find are not the ones who return. Bound by shared trauma and a fierce protectiveness that borders on violence, the twins must navigate a world that feels too bright, too loud, too safe, while Charlie struggles to bridge the chasm between the family they were and the fractured unit they've become. In the cold, rain-soaked town of Forks, the question isn't whether they can heal-it's whether they'll survive the attempt. Stiles Swan | Jake Black Bella Swan | Paul

The curse has finally been broken, thanks to the courage of the Savior, Emma Swan. The residents of Storybrooke have regained their memories: separated lovers have been reunited, families torn apart have found each other once more. It truly feels like the beginning of a "happily ever after." But not for everyone. Among them is a girl who doesn't quite belong. Her name is Syria - or at least, that's what she's been told. She has long, wavy hair the color of indigo and blue, eyes of the same hue, and skin pale as moonlight on water. Yet, even now that the curse is broken, Syria remembers nothing of her past. No family. No faces. No ties. Only a deep... and growing void. The only thing she thinks she knows is her name - but even that, with time, begins to feel like a lie. Driven by compassion and a strange, unexplainable bond, Henry sets out to help her uncover the truth about herself. But the mystery only deepens... until one day, Henry is suddenly kidnapped. In the chaos that follows, Syria ignores Emma's warnings and those of the others. She can't stay behind. Her connection to Henry is too strong, too real to be denied. Without hesitation, she dives after him, following the kidnappers through a portal that leads to a place long lost to time... Neverland. The island that doesn't exist. A realm of shadows, cruel games, and wild magic. And yet, inexplicably... Syria feels alive here. At home. As if she's known this place before. As if a part of her belongs to the island. Or as if someone... has been waiting for her.

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

"i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you i've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night and now i see daylight, i only see daylight." ~ Stiles Stilinski moves to Forks, Washington to get a break from the supernatural... only to discover a side of it she never knew existed. ~ [teen wolf x the twilight saga]

"C'mon Travesty." "Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?" Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness. The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive? He knew her, before he even saw her. His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic. A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty. "Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so." "Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this." travesty /ˈtravɪsti/ noun a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.