It all started in the summer of 1995. Luna Lovegood made her feel all sorts of ways. She was fun, she was lovely, and she was eccentric. Luna's presence on the bus that day changed everything for her. Luna's personality changed everything for her. Jade hasn't looked back since. [ootp-tdh] All recognizable characters, settings, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. Cover by my bff ghostboytheo. Winner of the first cycle of The Potterhead Challenge. #119 in HP, #52 in Luna Lovegood

Faeries were rare creatures and one rarely saw a Faery unless they wanted to be see. Faeries have usually been seen as proud and arrogant, and overall terrible beings. But, they weren't all that way. No, just as not all wizards were good. Faeries, however, rarely left the safety of their villages to go seek out and see humans. But some do. c. 2015-16 [I'm aware the writing is subpar, thank you]

"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong." "Oh, and what would that be?" "Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just makes you all the more perfect to me." ---- Josephine Swan was a pretty simple girl to understand. She loved and trusted with all her heart. She was kind. She was interesting and intelligent. She was very artistic and peaceful. She was crazy - in a good way. And, oddly enough, she was extremely unforgiving. When her sister Bella finally comes back to town, she starts changing Josephine's repetitive, small-town life that she loves so much. After sixteen years, her clumsy, awkward, mumbly sister messes everything she had going for her... again. And Jo never forgave, and she never forgot. That was... until a reckless, rambunctious, angry, and equally as stubborn boy started to finally wither away that the contempt she harbored not-so-deep inside. highest rank: #1 in forkswashington #1 in lahote #2 in paullahote #2 in quileute

Pandora had lost everything with her father's death. Her friends, the support of her mother and sister, and her home in Seattle. Her mother decided it was best to move closer to Pandora's Uncle, hoping that Pandora and her cousin could help heal each other. But when Pandora's cousin leaves Pandora when her boyfriend comes back, Pandora is left broken and alone once more. But what happens when Pandora is thrown into the supernatural world by her cousin. Being left to the wolves leaves Pandora with new friends she didn't look for, not to mention the girl that captures Pandora's broken heart. But Leah is just as broken as Pandora. Can two broken people heal each other? Or is it just a pipe dream?

❝So we've got Messrs Padfoot, Prongs, Moony and Wormtail ... and Madam Despa-three-toe. What the fuck, Exie, WHY?!❞ ❝My Animagus is a three-toed sloth! It's hilarious, put it on the fucking map, Black.❞ ▬▬▬▬ Nobody was quite sure how the Marauders came to be (although Exie Attia would like to take full credit for inviting James and Sirius into the group after an intense game of Gobstones). Whilst the boys had big dreams and would work days and nights to get it, Exie liked to think of herself as the mellow one especially because sometimes she literally couldn't keep her eyes open. Some people loved them, one person REALLY didn't but Exie Attia wouldn't change it for the world. With Fourth Year rolling around, Exie expected life to stay blissfully stagnant but that was just wishful thinking. After the shocking discovery that, despite sounding like the start of a bad joke, combining a narcoleptic with stressful Animagus training might not be the best idea, Exie finds herself excluded for the first time in, well ... ever. But even this might have been okay had a certain tantalising redhead not caught her eye... Yeah, Fourth Year might not go that well. [CREDIT TO JANICE SUNG FOR COVER ART]

"Maybe we break so that we can find the person willing to fix us again." [#12 in fanfiction 1.7.17]

Meet Valentina Montenegro, whose inevitable charm helped pave her road to fame. Being one of this decade's most respected lawyers, Valentina's hard work and effort helped her achieve and create a name for herself, allowing her to open her own Law Firm. With her luxuriant, wavy brownish blonde hair and her remarkable plump lips, she managed to turn heads of every passer-by. Meet Anthony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. The mere mention of his name had women dropping their panties and had men burning with jealousy. He has the power to walk into a room and hold your attention without even uttering a word or glancing your way. Undoubtedly, she was one of the most enchanting women he had ever encountered. But she saw the pain behind that signature smirk. She saw the hurt in his brown eyes when everyone else paid no mind, and so she helped him. She helped him be the man he is today. Standing by him through everything. She was a shoulder to cry on in times of grief, and a source of guidance if he ever did lose his way. She was the centre of his world. She was everything he ever needed. Only she wasn't his. And he knew that someday.... She would leave like the rest of them. **** "You're my friend and you'll always be in my life, but...she's it." **** "You go without it long enough, and you realise it's everything." **** Contains mature scenes and strong language, read at your own risk.

❛❛I just don't want you to leave even though I gave you reasons to.❜❜ She grew up with him. She befriended him. She cared for him. She showed him what it felt like to be happy. She loved him. And he ruined her relentlessly. • All Avengers belong to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. • The story contains violence, mature scenes and strong language, read at your own risk.

❛in which she kills❜ The Red Death was well-known. She was a tale used to scare children from talking to strangers, from wandering in markets, from venturing past the garden gates and slipping out of their mother's grasp. Her name was whispered around campfires, rumours of her cruelty, horror stories of the carnage she has left behind bringing friends to a stock-still, wide-eyed silence. There was not one faerie in Prythian who had not heard her name muttered in emptying taverns, in the eulogies of the deceased, in meetings between warlords and warriors. The Red Death is vicious, they said, the Red Death has murderous eyes. The Red Death drinks the blood of her victims. The Red Death always keeps a souvenir. The Red Death is coming for the Shadowsinger. She is coming for Azriel. began - 2022/10/22 finished - ? rights to ichorandambrosia

*A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction* Contains spoilers! This story takes place a few years after A Court of Frost and Starlight. Highest ranking: #4 in acotar, #1 in acofas The female was more than he had ever expected to get, she was a natural beauty. Blonde hair cascaded down her slender frame, ending just under the small of her back. Her eyes were pools of midnight blue, a living, breathing thing. A fire burned in them with a hunger for adventure. He felt it too. He watched as she turned toward the woman next to her, he wished he could hear her voice, for he knew it would sound like vanilla-if ever such a thing were possible. One of her small hands tugged at her hair, pulling it behind her ear. With her neck exposed, Azriel could do nothing but stare at the delicate patch of skin. He wanted to run his tongue across it and make her moan- *** This is the story of Aerell, the young Illyrian female who happens to be mated to Azriel.