Hated and despised by everyone, he is hunted and beat down for something he has no control over. Tired of his unfair treatment, Naruto vows to never be weak again. With determination, a high intellect, and the very few people he trusts, he trains to be strong enough to protect himself and those he cares for.

A man from another world dies and wakes as a boy in the North. A bastard named Jon Snow. But Jon Snow is no longer the quiet child of Winterfell. He remembers another life-one filled with machines, memory, and the knowledge of what's to come. With Winter on the horizon and the South already scheming, he chooses action over silence. From the black walls of the Night's Watch to the burning rivers of the Riverlands, Jon-forged anew as Daemon-will reshape Westeros with steel, fire, and foresight. He builds, he plans, he kills, and he remembers. And the game of thrones is no longer played by the rules the lords remember. A character-driven, realistic self-insert fic exploring war, prophecy, power, and the long night ahead. Probably smut in the future. 🎁 Support me or read ahead 10 chapters on Patreon: [patreon.com/jajasx222]

IN WHICH Hayley Marshall isn't really Hayley Marshall. She's a girl from our world who just so happens to get reincarnated in the The Vampire Diaries Universe.

A man dies unexpectedly in a world plagued by the zombies, only to awaken in a different room, his mind reeling inside a woman's body. Disoriented, he pieces together the truth from fragmented memories not his own: he is Jenna Sommers, aunt turned reluctant guardian to teenagers Elena and Jeremy Gilbert in the sleepy town of Mystic Falls. The date aligns perfectly-early fall, just as the new school year begins-and a flood of recognition hits him. This isn't a dream; he's transmigrated into his favourite supernatural TV show, The Vampire Diaries, which he used to watch before the apocalypse, occupying the body of a minor character doomed to a brutal death seasons from now. He... now, she need to somehow make it alive, which was incredibly difficult due to her 'new' niece Elena. Reverse Harem (Finn, Kol, Klaus, Elijah, Stefan, Damon) Soulmate au Strictly 18+ Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is 100% fanfiction straight from my imagination-no ties to real life, real people, or anything that exists outside these pages. Trust me, it's all made up for entertainment purposes only. Just a heads-up: this story dives into some dark, disturbing themes that might not be everyone's cup of tea-I don't condone any of it in reality; it's purely fictional escapism. If it feels too intense, no hard feelings; stop reading anytime. Writing this is just my fun creative outlet, nothing more. Also, any pics I use are just for visual vibes and correlation-they don't represent the characters at all, so feel free to picture whoever fits your head-canon; there's zero real-life connection here. So, don't equalize them. Thanks for diving in! If something rubs you the wrong way, I'm truly sorry-that's never my goal. Hope you enjoy the ride.

Valeria Potter was always told she was the Girl Who Lived. The saviour. The Chosen One. Dumbledore's flawless, gleaming pawn. But secrets fester in ancient bloodlines and old magic-truths Dumbledore hid. When an unlikely alliance leads Valeria to question her world, she sees the war anew and wonders if the Dark Lord is truly the villain. At the war's centre is Blaise Zabini-calculating, poised, and dangerous. He embodies every warning she's heard, yet he alone sees the darkness in her. As alliances shift and loyalties burn, Valeria faces a stark choice: remain bound to the Light, fulfilling the destiny others have laid out for her, or defy those expectations to forge her own destiny among the serpents, risking everything for the uncertain truths she's uncovered. Or claim her place among the serpents and change the wizarding world forever. 📖Start Date: 27 July 2024

Aurora Potter has always seen the world differently. Where others are guided by feelings, she moves through life with a quiet detachment, watching and listening, attuned to the hidden currents beneath every word and gesture. At Hogwarts, she finds herself caught between those who would shape her into what they desire and the shadow of something far older, colder, and more honest than she has ever known. In a world full of masks, Aurora seeks only truth-and the rare connection that might lie beyond it.

Fifth year was supposed to break Hardianna Potter. Umbridge. The Ministry. Hogwarts turning on her. The daily humiliation. And Dumbledore watching it happen like it's "part of the plan." But everything changes when Hardianna discovers the truth hidden in old Gringotts records: She isn't just "Harry Potter." She is the Lady of Three Ancient and Most Noble Houses houses so old and powerful that wizarding families still whisper their names like prayers: House Potter. House Black. House Peverell. And with those titles comes more than gold. It comes with vaults stacked beyond imagination, ancient magic tied to her blood, and legal authority that even the Ministry can't touch. Hardianna doesn't just gain power she gains freedom. She clears Sirius Black's name and brings him home. She removes Umbridge from Hogwarts with one signature and a smile. She stops begging adults to protect her and starts protecting herself. But when her inheritance awakens something ancient buried in her magic, Harriet accidentally triggers a long-forgotten gateway one that leads her straight into the world of monsters and immortals. Into Mystic Falls. And into the path of Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid who has never believed in soulmates... until he feels her. Because Hardianna Potter isn't just powerful. She's his. And the moment he realizes it, the world doesn't stand a chance.

Reincarnating with the gamer interface was all a part of the plan, being reborn as Ron Weasley not so much. It was something I could work with, sure. Magic is great! But as I would soon learn, it had the tendency of introducing a plethora of other issues.

A modern man finds himself in Westeros after his untimely death. More specifically, in the body of no one other than King Viserys I Targaryen, the man who set the path to one of the bloodiest conflicts in the Seven Kingdoms' history. Armed with knowledge of what is to come and with a strong will to not let it happen, he is going to stop at nothing to change the destiny of his new family and save the House of the Dragon, and the whole of Westeros, from destruction. (This is my first time writing a story and I'm not fluent in english, so please be patient with me 🙇‍♀️) 🐲🐲🐲 Or canon!Viserys gets replaced by someone with an actual spine and that puts his family first. This is a feel good story for everyone that felt personally victimized by how fucking tragic canon is. A lot of fluff and wholesomeness and little to no drama/angst because George already gave us enough of it to last for a lifetime. If you want to see the Targs being happy and cute, this is for you. (I post it on AO3 with the same title, I am the real author, LazyProcrastinatorr)

The war was won-but victory came drenched in blood. As silence fell over the battlefield, Harry Potter thought he had finally defeated fate. Until Neville's scream tore through the air. Until he saw her-Hermione-on the ground, her lifeblood seeping through Luna's trembling hands. Her last breath carried words that shattered him completely: "I love you, Harry. Please... live for me." And he did. But the boy who lived became the man the world would learn to fear. What rose from the ashes of that night was no hero. It was vengeance, wrath, and sorrow reborn in one man. Harry Potter burned the world that took her away. Ministries crumbled, corrupt leaders fell, and even former allies perished beneath his wand. He became the Dark King-the ruler of shadows, the justice of the forsaken, the nightmare of every hypocrite who once called him "savior." He gave freedom to magical creatures because she had dreamed of it. He destroyed tyranny because she had hated it. Every conquest was for her. Every drop of blood he spilled was in her name. And when his vengeance was done, he took his final breath beside her portrait, whispering that he had lived for her-just as she asked. But death was not the end. When his eyes opened again, he was fifteen-alive, whole, and back in old room of Dudley. The war hadn't happened. Hermione was alive. Sirius was alive. Everything he lost was his again. Only this time, he wasn't the naive boy they could manipulate. This time, he remembered everything. The betrayals. The pain. The lies. The power. Now, with the wisdom of a dark lord and the heart of a man who loved too deeply, Harry will rewrite destiny itself. No Dumbledore. No Voldemort. No rules. This time, the game belongs to him-and the world will bow before the boy who conquered death to protect his queen.