Instead of vanishing into oblivion, Jango's clones find themselves on the fields belonging to the Fett family after death, fresh as new. Now, what is a pair of farmers to do with the homeless, clueless millions of individuals bearing unnervingly close similarities to their children popping up all over their property? And what if the number increases even more with other people?

Darcy Lewis comes across Loki Odinson while the latter is about to visit his SHIELD-incarcerated brother. She proceeds to poke holes in the holes of his life's history, and… indirectly delivers home a blue not-baby, maybe?

Some time before Din ever receives the fateful bounty assignment on a child, he already meets an unusual child. Very unusual.

Grogu sits on the Seeing Stone and calls, and calls, and calls, and calls, and calls. And they *all* come, though not… as expected. Din can only sigh to it all.

*Caught Is Caught Is Cuddled Series* – Fandral wants a Jötunheimi pearl to impress his latest beau, and gets Loki to assist him in attaining it. It goes downhill from there, figuratively and literally.

A little sequel to my story "The Living Dead". Snippets of Laufey's thoughts after getting their child back accidentally, suddenly and unexpectedly.

A seven-century-old Loki stumbles into Jötunheim, the so-called land of monsters, while practising seiðr. Unfortunately – or fortunately, maybe, probably – the child lands right on the lap of a certain monarch…. Afterwards? Well, it goes on from there…. *(drabble-length chapters)

The Prime Minister of the mundane world was more proactive about the threat of Sirius Black in 1993. She contacted an ally to help with one part of the problem, namely the safety of a thirteen-year-old boy who was said to be the criminal's foremost target. The ally secreted him somewhere special… and things snowballed from there.

A disconsolate nearly thirteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi seeks solace in the Room of a Thousand Fountains after being politely rejected as a Padawan yet again. There, he almost literally stumbles upon an armoured, skittish, confused Jedi tucked in his usual nook and asks them to be his Master. He doesn't know what a thousand-year-old tin of history he's just opened with this….

There are a few facts that Blaise Zabini, budding mage, knows for certain: They are androgynous in the truest sense, Agnes Zabini birthed them, they like water all too much, and they have a living sire, somewhere out there. *(Negligible amount of crossover with Thor (MCU))

I inherited the Invisibility Cloak. I was tricked into accepting the Resurrection Stone. I won the allegiance of the Elder Wand. I, consequently, do not age even a day, frozen as a seventeen-year-old scrawny thing. Just because of three measly trinkets falling into my hand. I hate it all.

After his first recallable punishment of a long, long week without meals in his cupboard, little freak boy dreams and vows that he will never go hungry, thirsty, locked in and lonely again. He will achieve it brick by brick, figuratively or literally.

It's always been there – in the back of my mind, in my most desperate moments, in my earliest, half-formed memories: home in its most basic, truest sense, plus some, and an occupant that's not just myself. Now it enters reality, and all these jigsaw puzzle pieces hinting at it, at home, form… well…. Okaaay…. "Harry Potter" has never been normal in his life, anyway.

A routine visit to his parents at St. Mungo's yields something unpleasantly non-routine for one Neville Longbottom.

"Can't you see that? Can't you see them?" he asks, demands, says, pleads plaintively. But the little one learns quick, and learns not to utter those words when condescending people are around. He seeks and befriends them instead: the Invisible, those who lurk on the edges of history and behind the scenes of great things. And who knows, maybe the Invisible could do the Impossible?

In a strange twist of fate, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom shared not only a prophecy and the griefs tied to it, but also many more, among which were a bounty-hunting Mandalorian father, a winged-alien mother who happened to own a space station, and a clone little brother down the line. And to the utter consternation of all too many people, they loved this arrangement.

She yearned for him all her life. Was it so wrong to want to know about one's brother? What was so terrible about him that people never deigned to talk about Evanzadí, firstborn son of Evandar and Islanzadí? (Rey-verse, Book AU)

He is just a boy, a little nameless one at that. He is just a slave, a most unattractive one at that. But he has a big heart, an extraordinary one at that, and many other unseen weapons to boot. So the question is: Which will win over him, along the bitter path chosen for him by all too many? And when they all find out… *Borderline crossover with Inheritance Cycle.p

Complete! They had been there; shrouded, but always there. Now they came forth, and he was no longer alone. All that it took was a little blue stone… *Notes: slight crossover with The Silmarillion, AU, OC's abundant, 500-word chapters, updated every day.

Mix-Max Muses Series. Survival is often the most effective insentive to diligently work on something. But for Ron, several things also came in handy.