The first time he saw her was at Christmas Eve, emerald eyes glowing in the moonlight. The second time was in a hospital on the moon, as she was surrounded by the glow of the earth. His lonely angel. The young woman who would change the Doctor's life forever, till the end of all time. And for the first time in centuries two hearts beat to melody of one voice. Doctor/OC

Some of my brain children, that I haven't yet fully developed. It contains prologues, as well as half-finished first chapters of some interesting ideas I've had over time. Includes HPxToriko, NarutoxHunterxHunter, 07 Ghost, and Bleach

Tom Riddle had unlimited potential, only tempered and twisted by his crippling fear of death. Luckily this wasn't his story anymore and subsequently the future writes itself anew. After all in this life where strength equaled survival, and weakness equaled death – failure was no option. Antagonistic!SI, SI as Tom Riddle

I was very good at adapting, so being reincarnated as the daughter of Poseidon wasn't too much of a stretch for my imagination. But between Ancient Laws and the dangers a demi-god has to face, will I be able to wrap him around my little finger like I planned to? Self-insert

'For all she has given me, I can give her that in return.' Azaela Grace Potter made a deal, in exchange for her soul. And from that moment on, everything changes. What will change if the Savior of the Wizarding World met Dean Winchester during his stay in Hell, and gets sent to help Team Free Will by God himself? The balance will tip, but in whose favor? Gabriel/OC (Azaela)

Six years after the final battle at Hogwarts, Harry James Potter disappeared from his cell in Azkaban, never to be seen again. In 1978, Orion Arcturus Black meets Hogwart's newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, one Hadrian Altair Peverell for the first time. The future is in a contant flux, and nothing is as it seems. And secrets can carry more weight than anyone realizes.

Love is sweet and bitter and painful. It's like a drug and Orion can't live without it... And in the end only the shattered parts of a heart remain behind, like a mirror crashing into a thousand pieces. One-shot, character death, drabbles

If he only said it enough times, then he could pretend. Reborn would like to believe it to be true, yet every time he looked at the sky, he could only see her eyes, and hear her sweet, chiming laugh. The sky he had loved and failed. One-shot