After travelling the world, a woman ends up in Volterra and begins to question everything she has ever known. There is no escaping the clutches of the Volturi, and Altheia Beneventi must tread the world of vampires so fragile and so delightfully human. Aro/Marcus/Caius/OC. Mature themes. Dark academia.

Roommates AU. The Volturi Boarding House had a vacancy. Bella thought Aro and his partners were a bit odd, but it was such a nice place and she didn't even have to pay upfront. What else could she possibly ask for? "What do you do for a living, Miss Swan?" "Hmm? Oh, I'm a singer." Volturi/Bella polyfic. Enemies to lovers. Domestic fluff. Mature and sexual themes. COMPLETE.

{Reincarnated OC} It took Namikaze Rika one flick of the wrist to topple Konoha's clan politics from the ground up. If she wanted to save her brother from an untimely demise, and the pesky Uchiha brats from a total clan wipeout, she just absolutely could not miss. (A non-massacre fix-it fic wherein nobody we care about dies. And puppies. You're welcome.)

A tattoo artist, the sheriff's florist daughter, an eighty-dollar bet. What could possibly go wrong? Romance isn't dead yet – just being rendered. It's a prototype, something you have to plan, revise, and work on for the rest of your life. This is the Jasper/Bella AU you didn't know you needed. Written for MadQueenOpus, with all my unrequited love.

Morticia has handled and taught a decent number of wizarding generations, but her current Advanced Potions class is by far the worst. Her students range from angelic sociopaths to mischief doers, airheaded prodigies, and, of course, the trademark bane of her teaching career: lovesick teenagers hiding behind corridor tapestries. Snape warned her plenty, but if only she had listened…

Hermione goes back in time and incites the greatest reform the wizarding world has ever known. But first, she must solve the mystery of her failed Amortentia brew, lest she get a Troll mark on the road to redemption of all wizardkind. "This can't possibly be right, sir. I followed all the instructions," she muttered. "My potion smells like death." Time turner fix-it fic. HG/TR.