Era Stories

OC X SIRIUS BLACK "And here I was trying so hard not to like you. But you're making it very difficult for me now. For I'll tell you a secret, you Evans girl, the house of yellow has always been my favorite one. And although most pout and protest when I say I'll put them there, lucky-and proud-they should be, to get to call the house of Helga their own." And just before shouting his answer, Daisy swears she heard the Hat mumble, "May Godric help them all..." "HUFFLEPUFF!!"

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

After a five-year hiatus to raise your son, you never expected your comeback to be on a whirlwind world tour as the new makeup artist for Michael Jackson. Hesitant to leave, you only take the job after heavy convincing from your best friend. Your introduction to the King of Pop is ice-cold. Too busy to care about another new face on his team, Michael dismisses you-completely unprepared for your fierce, no-nonsense attitude. You refuse to bow to his pop star ego, firing back sharp rebuttals that leave him thoroughly unimpressed by your lack of intimidation. But as the tour grinds on, quiet backstage moments shatter your armor. Early morning talks and one-on-one moments reveal sides of each other you never intended to share, blurring the line between professional boundaries and something much deeper. Can two strong-willed personalities put your differences aside, or will the weight of his superstar lifestyle tear you apart?

Not everyone born a princess lived happily... and not everyone born poor was weak. In a kingdom where a person's worth is measured by their gender, and destinies are written in contracts they cannot refuse, begins the story of a girl whose only fault was being born female. Amidst the melodies of a violin, the whispers of the forest, and the secrets of the royal palace, the paths of two people from different worlds will intertwine... one wearing the crown, the other bearing the wounds of the past. Can love defeat a centuries-old law? Or did fate write their ending before they even met? **If you begin reading... be prepared to reconsider every character you thought you understood.**

Hi everyone This is my first ever story!! And of course the first story should be from the Harry Potter universe!! The one show that made all the children believe in magic and friendship!! So let's get started. Take a seat back and enjoy. (please read introduction for the details of the story)

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x OC (Calypso) Universe: Twilight (Pre-Twilight Era) London, 1640. In a city suffocating under fog, war, and superstition, Carlisle Cullen carries the weight of a legacy he secretly rejects. The son of a fanatical pastor who hunts creatures of the night, he dreams of science, medicine, and saving lives rather than taking them. One day, his path crosses that of Calypso, a young healer with white hair, as beautiful as she is solitary. She heals with plants, defies dogma, and carries within her a mystery that seems to challenge the very laws of nature. Between them, a forbidden connection is born, a glimmer in the darkness of a society quick to burn what it doesn't understand. But the shadows of London are not made of superstition alone. When the threat his father has preached for years ceases to be a myth and becomes a terrifying reality, Carlisle is swallowed up by a world where the line between humanity and monster blurs. Before he became the benevolent patriarch we know, before his immortality, Carlisle was a man. A healer broken by history. This is the forgotten chapter of his youth, the sacrifice that shaped him, and the woman whose name will forever echo in the silence of his eternity. This story rejoins the original course of Stephenie Meyer's work at its very end, but I have reimagined Carlisle Cullen's youth in my own way, exploring the events and people who forged his soul before his transformation.

coming july 18th - one lost little boy, one chance encounter, and two neighbors who just might find the fresh start they've both been searching for. a post 2009 au.

Evolution brought power, and power brought betrayal. After three elemental gods fell and the sacred Book of Providence was stolen, the rebels fled to master Non-Elemental Spells, viewing the old world as primitive and obsolete. Centuries later. With the arrogant outsiders preparing to erase the Land of Elemental forever, Rai must wield the "outdated" elements to prove that true power lies not in complexity, but in creation itself

The Prisoner of Azkaban was curled up in my lap while my tattooed hand held my iPod. My galaxy hair fell over my vivid blue eyes, preventing me from reading Harry's and Draco's fight. A ring pierced through my ear and their sexual tension and the earth began to tremble.I grabbed onto my book collection and my dog's strap. My mac, my dog, and my books were my top priority right now. My eyes drooped shut as someone whispered in my ear. "Run you clever girl and remember me" a voice muttered creepily. Not a time for a doctor who reference, I thought. Hardly any strength to reply, I fell in an unconscious state. As my vision was revived, I slept in the infirmary caught Albus Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey admiring my music and Harry Potter collection. -------------------(✿◕‿◕)----------------------- slow updates because I'm a kinda perfectionist and I'm kinda (ok always) not satisfied with what I write.

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The Avar Empire and the Persian Empire were always at war. For hundreds of years, the kingdoms were at each others throats, waiting for one of the realms to choke and fall at the others feet. Princess Adeline of The Avar Empire loathed the wars. She wanted them to end so badly, that she took matters into her own hands.

" i'm not taking a muggle into the depth of a cursed egyptian tomb just so you can find a stupid stupid artefact for your stupid museum " " 'muggle'? oh, we call them no-maj's in america. and i'm no muggle, i'm two years out of ilvermorny." " because that makes it so much better " - beatrix corbyn loves her grandfather's museum more than she loves her life, and bill weasley wishes she did care about something else, really.

'It's your wedding day. It's your wedding day and I'm not the one walking down the aisle.' a short story based on Taylor Swift's 'Speak Now'

This is the story of a Jedi Knight, trained under Clone Wars Survivor Jedi Master Zaalbar Tokocharger, and the struggles of protecting a new government -The New Republic - from the fragmented remains of what once was a great Galactic Empire

They called her unsinkable. The grandest ship ever built. A floating palace for the richest men on earth. But beneath the chandeliers, a coal fire smoldered for weeks. In the radio room, detailed ice warnings sat unread under piles of passenger messages about eggs. And in the crow's nest, the binoculars were locked away because of a forgotten key. On April 14, 1912, the unsinkable met the unforgiving. As the ship broke apart, the world watched 1,500 souls plunge into the freezing Atlantic. For twenty agonizing minutes, the sea was filled with screams. Then, the silence. The lifeboats were half empty. The rescue ship was miles away. The Californian slept on. This is the definitive, 900,000-character chronicle of every mistake, every hidden truth, and every beating heart that went down with her. The millionaire and the stoker bled the same. The only thing that mattered was how they loved. Are you ready to listen to the silence?

I stared out my bedroom window and watched the rain fall. The relaxing pitter-patter of the rain hitting the tin roof soothed me. My heart rate slowed to a normal steady beat and I felt at peace. As I got older my anxiety disorder had gotten worse. After a bad panic attack last year Beauxbatons wouldn't take me back for my 6th year of schooling and my friends didn't want to see me anymore. My summer has been one that I could only describe as lonesome. Today Im starting school at Hogwarts, Wish me luck.

In the time of the Romans, attacking the Saxons, they killed more druids could, one... one remained alive long enough to create a prophecy. That prophecy which has been narrated day by day. Of that prophecy which remained intact in the lives of generations, a solution was found on the dark Tuesday of 1960, an intelligent solution I would say. marauders era JFPxoc Wolfstar! P.s: I don't own Harry Potter. Rowling own it, the only one I own is my oc and their story.

When James' cousin gets kicked out of Beauxbatons, and starts attending Hogwarts, well there are many things that could go wrong. Jo is arrogant, funny, sweet and hot, combine it with Marauders and trouble shall go down. There are many questions that nobody knows the answers to, and things quickly get a turn for worse. What if there was someone that could've changed the whole outcome of the war, the true Joker in the hands of the wrong player? Would the story itself change? The HP Universe belong to JK Rowling and so do some of the characters aside from my original ones.

"𝑮𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒚?" "𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓!" 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 . 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 . Or in which when Hazel Fray finds out not everything is as it seems to be . Even her life . Disclaimer; some things that happened in 3rd year will be happening in 5th year in my book . Voldemort is dead but will come back in 5th year here .

This foursome is a band of the probably least successful villains of all time. There's Captain James Hook, who always loses to a young flying boy and a fairy; Anastasia, who barely escaped from being dragged off with her mother and sister to jail for attempt of Cinderella's assassination; Magic Mirror a.k.a Cameron, who isn't actually much of a villain at all; and finally there is Tevy, a Mage who doesn't even have her own Hero yet. Is there a chance that these lot can keep a pair of twin seven year old Mages under control and also take down Victorian England's newest Hero team? Doubtful, but hey, miracles happen.